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think it was 20 minutes,
'"anyway not 20, that out of 25 officers
in my lino and about 450 mon 10 offl
ccra were kitted at tho first blow, 8
wore wounded and 210 odd men killed
and wounded. All this was from bullets
fired from tho stono wall. At one in
stant tho captain of my color company,
marching at my right side, was hilled,
my adjutant, on my left, was killed, and
as both fell dead at my feet I was shot
through the side. As my wouud was
only in tho flesh I went right on. My
loss iu ofllcers was never exceecded in a
single battle but once in the whole war,
nud that was in tlio storming of Wag
ner—and, by the way, it occurred in a
Seventh regiment, too, the Seventh New
Hampshire. Tho Seventh New Hamp
shire lost 11 officers killed in front of
Wagner’s parapet, and 1 lost 10 in front
of the stone wall at Fredericksburg.
“It was the stone wall that slaugh
tered us at Marye’s Hill. Wo did not
know of its existence, or at least its ex
act nature, but we knew that wo had
an able enemy around and that tho lay
of tho land offered good covering for his
soldiers to save themselves while pick
ing us off. You can jtulgo what good
targets we made when I tell yon that in
tlio 18 regiments of Hancock’s division
19 regimental commanders were shot
down and disabled in that brief hour.
Others, like myself, were hit, but kept
in the field. Our brigade of four regi
ments went in with 110 Officers, and of
these 02 were killed or wounded. Tho
commander, General Caldwell, was
wounded and turned the command over
to me. It was perhaps lucky that I was
wounded that day and still more lucky
that 1 was able to stay in tho light and
take command of the brigade, for I re
ported to Hancock in person after the
light and was complimented by him by
being ornereu to take my command and
all others I could rally and hold the
railroad passes against an expected coun
ter attack of the enemy. That attack
never came, by the way, and it is said
that Stonewall Jackson disappointed
JUce at that time because ho wouldn’t
attack us and drive us into tho river.
They could have done it as well as not.
However, they didn’t try it, but I had a
good lino ready to pay them back for
the punishment we had received from
the stone wall, and I got a brevet for it.
That was my second brevet of the war.
"but wo are getting away from tho
stono wall and its hot fight. Tho bul
lets poured from the wall like hail be
fore a hurricane. Tho men behind the
wall were Cobb’s Georgia legion, and
they did not lire a shot at us until we
passed a ravine part way up tiro slope,
which was a secondary dead line. Be
yond that ravine no line of organized
troops could live for an instant, but
some of tho bravest and luckiest men
passed on, and all tho way for 100 yards
the bodies lay in groups and masses as
they were cut dowu in struggling for
ward. Then came another dead-line,
Lcyoud which no man passed and lived
that day, but many passed and died,
tine of our officers fell dead within 80
paces of the wall.
“This famous wall was shoulder high
and banked with earth ou the outsido.
Ak 'tlio bank was sodded, its surface,
looked at from a distance, seemed to be
part of the terraco of the hill. After the
repulse of the charges that preceded
ours tho ground iu front Was choked
with bodies of tho fallen so as to im
pede our march. Still we pushed on,
and it is said that General tee, watch
ing from the crest of Muryo’s Hill, be
came alarmed at our persistency. ‘Gen
eral,’ he exclaimed to Longstrect, who
commanded at that point, 'they are
lost ones. When I
into the hospitals of Fredericksburg and
saw ray 100 wounded braves and thought
of half ns many more lying out on the
field in their shrouds of snow, the hor
ror for mo commenced.
“Were, there any heroes that day? I
have told you of Caldwell, who was
wounded leading our brigade in. I saw
“AS DOTH FELL DKAP.”
tlio brave Zook, leader of tho Second
brigade, wounded—Zook, who gave his
life so gloriously at Gettysburg. I saw
tho gallant Irishman Nugent at tho
head of the Sixty-ninth, whose dead,
marked with badges of green sprigs,
lay nearest ours in front of the wall.
Nugent was also wounded. I saw Cross
of tho Fifth New Hampshire, that
prince of soldiers, who also gave up his
life at Gettysburg. He, too, was shot
down in front of the stone wall. And
I saw Miles, gallant Miles, the beard
less boy colonel, who was in my own
brigade. Miles once served on my staff,
and I can never forget him or his mar
velous gallantry at the storming of
Marye’s Hill. He was shot in the mouth,
aud at one time, when it looked as
though tho enemy was trying to flank
our column, lie ran up to Hancock, his
hand to his wound and blood streaming
through his lingers, and begged for or
ders and re-enforcements to renew the
charge. But Hancock was my hero of
heroes that day. Of course we all dis
mounted —that is, the field nud general
officers: otherwise not one of ns would
have escaped—all but Hancock and his
aids. Again and again I saw him and
Captain Mitchell, his chief of staff, rid
ing back and forth along the lino through
all that merciless storm of bullets.
Three other aids attempted to follow
and were wounded and their horses shot
under them. Well named ‘the Superb’
was Hancock, and bis coolness that day
1 never saw equaled or anything like it. ”
As becomes a brave man, the soldier
baron is modest when speaking of his
own part in tho battle, but the report of
his commanding officer says “the brave
Von Schack displayed marvelous cool
ness, as usual,” throughout that bloody
charge.
Unlike many tales of war's horrible
carnage, this story told at Steimvehr’s
campfire has official confirmation of its
storms of bullets and heaps of slain.
Hancock’s division numbered on paper
4,834 mon, Imt less in actual count of
muskets. It lost 2,029 killed and wound
ed, or about 42 per cent. Caldwell’s
brigade, which included Von Schack's
Germans, mustered i,987 ou paper and
lost 952 killed juid wounded, about 50
per celit. Von Schack’s regiment mus
tered 488 on paper and probably carried
Into battle, ns the general says, 450
men. It lost 243 killed and wounded,
which was 50 per cent nf its strength
on paper, nud that means that out of
every two whtf marched against the
stone wall one was struck down. ,
George L. Kilmer.
Non refi liable bottle.
Over 800 patents have been taken
out, but so far none Las been a commer
cial success. No reward has been offered
for such an invention, and it is doubtful
if it would pay unless they were pro
duced very cheaply.—Popular Science
News.
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• of distributing books
ending education. Finally about
that time there was a rupture between
Ali Pasha, a satrap of Turkey, known
as the Albanian tyrant, and the Sublime
Porte. Armed uprisings took place in
several countries, and at last an army
of revolutionists was led to the field by
one Alexander Ipsilanti. The soldiers
were dressed in black in token of mourn
ing for the dead liberties of Greece, but
upon their banners they bore as a symbol
of hope a phenix rising from its ashes.
r £his movement was checked by the
action of the Russian emperor, who de
nounced it and sent confusion into the
ranks of the Greek patriots. The leader
of the revolt at last found that he had
only ono body of reliable troops. This
was a small corps known as the Sacred
band and composed of Greek youth who
had been brought up in European cities.
A signal instance of their valor was
given in the campaign around Bucha
rest. The city of Bucharest was carried
by the Turks and the revolutionary army
dispersed in a panic. The Sacred band
was left all alone to face the enemy.
Fired with the spirit of their ancestors
at Thermopylae, the 400 Greek youths,
preferring a glorious death to flight or
disgrace, perished, but not until they
had piled the bodies of their enemies in
heaps around them. The deeds of the
Sacred band at Bucharest stirred up the
valor of the Greek in the whole penin
sula. A battle was fought upon the an
cient field of Thermopylaj. Greek inde
pendence was declared January, 1822.
In the same year occurred the terrible
massacre at Scio, where the Turks butch
ered 7,000 men, women and children
and carried off 80,000 to captivity.
The war lasted, with varying for
tunes, for six years. At the end of four
years, or in 1820, the affairs of the
Greeks began to wear a most discour
aging aspect Missolonghi, a prized
stronghold, was at last taken and sacked
by the Turks, and nearly all the chief
towns were in their hands. The hopes
of Greece depended almost wholly upon
outside sympathy and aid. Athens fell
into the hands of the enemy in 1827,
and finally the national government
was driven from central Greece off to
one corner of the country. That was the
situation when the embassadors of the
three powers England, France and Rus-
SiS piVstiited to the purte a petition for'
the pacification of Greece. "Greece,”
they said, "shall govern herself, but
pay tribute to the porte. ”
The sultan was astounded. He de
clared that ho could subdue the Greeks.
Fleets of the allied powers were in the
Mediterranean, and their admirals noti
fied the Turkish leader, Ibrahim Pasha,
that he must stop the horrible barbari
ties which marked his warfare at that
stage. Asa last resort a commission was
sent to mept the pasha. He could not be
seen. Upon that the English admiral
mustered the combined fleets in the bay
of Navarino. They numbered 89 ves
sels, mounting 1,824 guns. The Turk
ish and Egyptian fleets mounted 2,240
guns, and the batteries on shore were
manned by Turks.
The naval battle lased four hours,
and at the end of that time every armed
Ottoman ship was in flames or disabled
or sunk. The loss to the Turks was
about 7,000 men. The sultan of Turkey
demanded compensation for the destruc
tion of his fleet and satisfaction for the
insult, but the firm attitude of the pow
ers brought him to.tWms and secured
the independence of Greece.
The man whom the Greeks venerate
above all others as the hero of their war
'of independence is Marco Bozzaris;
Whom they call “the Leonidas of modern
Greece. ” Next to his name stands thut
of Byron, who fell a martyr iu the strug
gle, u representative of the European
sympathizers. Bozzaris was born at Snli
and grew up amid the din Of arms. His
ancestors had all distinguished them
selves as putriots and warriors in the
battles waged against Turkey by the
Suliotes. When the Greeks arose against
the Turks in 1820, Bozzaris livod in ex
ile in lonia, but he immediately placed
himself at the head of a band of his
countrymen, refugees like himself,num-
Over 8,T)00 Turks were killed. The body
of Bozzaris was borne away on the
shoulders of a relative and buried at
Missolonghi.
The narrative of the poem, it will be
seen, differs very little from that pre
served in Greek annals:
MAIiCO BOZZAHIS.
At midnight in his guarded tent
The Turk lay dreaming of the hour
When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent,
Should tremble at his power. ■
In dreams through camp and court he bore
The trophies of a conqueror—
In dreams his song of triumph heard,
Then wore his monarch’s ring,
Then pressed thatmonareh’sthrone.aking,
As wild his thoughts and gay of wing
As Eden’s garden bird.
At midnight in the forest shades
Bozzaris ranked his Suliot hand.
True as the steel of their tried blades,
Heroes in heart and hand.
There had the Persian’s thousands stood.
There had the glad earth drunk their blood
-In old Pleta3a ; s day.
And now there breathed that haunted air
The sons of sires who conquered there.
With arms to strike and souls to dure
As quick, as fur, as they.
An hour passed on. The Turk awoke.
That bright dream was his last.
He woke to hear his sentries shriek:
“To arms 1 They cornel The Greek! Th
Greek!"
He woke to die, mid flame and smoko
And shout and groan and saber stroke
And death shots falling thick and fast
As lightning from the mountain cloud,
And heard with voice as trampot loud
Bozzaris cheer his hand:
“Strike till the last armed foe expires!
Strike for your altars and your fires!
Strike for the green graves of your sires!
God and your native land!”
They fought, like brave men, long and well.
Tliey piled the ground with Moslem slain.
They conquered, but Bozzaris fell,
Bleeding at every vein.
His few surviving comrades saw
His smile when rung their proud hurrah,
And the red field was won.
They saw in death his eyelids close
Calmly, as to a night’s repose,
Like flowers at set of sun. —Halleck.
Lord Byron was one of the most con
spicuous and by all odds the most active
of tho outside friends of Greece. Con
trary to expectations, the dreaming poet
proved to be a hero in practical affairs.
He had already, at the age of 36, grown
weary of the monotonous life of a liter
ary gentleman, having declared that if
he lived he would some day do some
“SEEK ME IN THE TASHA’S TENT.”
thing besides writing poetry. At the
time of the Greek uprising he was liv
ing in Italy, and he promptly advanced
money to help out the cause of the pa
triots. The Suliote followers of the dead
hero Bozzaris had become scattered, and
Byron rallied them under his own ban
ner. He established his camps at Mis-
Solenghi. His death, which occurred
soon afterward, was duo to exposure
during the siege of Lepanto, and he is
venerated as the hero of freedom’s cause
in the Balkan peninsula.
George L. Kilmer.
Chessmen and Checkers.
The cheapest chessmen come from
Germany, most of the best from Fiance.
Very few chessmen of any kind are
made in this country, as they can be
mado more cheaply elsewliero. The
checkers used in this country, includ
ing those of composition and of wood,
are nearly all made here. Few are im
ported, except those that come with
cheap backgammon games.
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The Psjr9 of Italy.
"Bicycling Through the Dolomites,”
in The Century, is an account of Colonel
George E. Waving's European trip.
Concerning mendicancy in Italy, Col
onel Waving writes: Perhaps there is
no better index to the good or bad con
dition of the working people of a coun
try than is afforded by the number of
beggars one meets on the roads. Tho
poles set up at the border of Austria,
with their spiral stripes of yellow and
black, do not mark the line between it
and Italy much more clearly than does
the advent of the beggar the moment
the line is orossed. In Austrian Tyrol
there are virtually no beggars. On the
Italian side, even well dressed people in
the fields will leave their work to beg
coppers from the passing traveler.
One day, in the upper Innthal, a cou
ple of bright looking, rosy faced chil
dren ran after us, asking for kreutzers.
“Mawknix” upbraided them for such a
shameful act, aud they slunk away. He
spoke of this with much indignation to
a neighbor, who said their w r hole fam
ily were away in the fields at work, or
they would not have dared to beg, and
that he would see that they were well
spanked w'hen their mother came home
at night. Nuns and a few favored crip
ples sometimes ask alms at the doors of
the churches iu the larger towns, and
the poor box is always found inside,
but the peasantry and the churches take
care of their own poor, so that the vice
of beggary is unknown among them.
In Italy, ou the other hand, it is ob
vious that special conditions of deform
ity are artificially produced. Both legs
broken and badly reset in childhood
constitute a good source of income for
life, aud anything that appeals to sym
pathy is made the occasion for cultivat
ing a very mistaken aud mischievous
charity.
She Never Kissed.
“1 reckon if I was to ketch my daugh
ter kissiu of a man I’d just natchelly
ent him into mince meat ground fine,”
said the old niau frofti the swamps of
the Bracken hills.
“Theu your daughter won’t kiss the
boys?” ventured a Dover youth with
spectacles.
‘’Well. I reckon not, young man,”
and the old man gave him a look that
dazzled his specs.
“But—-jffh, you know, some girls—*
who are < u yd • ,ti know some
times k'.ss (...or their hoys—you
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know—and—it’s all rigiit aud proper—■
and”—
The old man looked at him real hard,
and, after watching the youth wilt like
a tobacco leaf iu an August suu, thun
dered out, “Well, my daughter never
kissed a livin man, not even her pap—
ner a poodle dog, neracat, ner nothin. ”
“But there’s no harm—and why—er
—why er?” stammered the brave
youth.
“Well, I reckon the most principnlist
reson why my daughter never kissed
nothin is that I never had any daugh
ter. ’ ’
And the thoughtful silence of the
young man was so dense that you could
hear the price of farm lands drop quiet
ly, drop by drop, while the farm prod
ucts hanging in the tobacco shod tier
by tier.—Cincinnati Enquirer, j
Constantinople’s Beauty.,/
No one ever neared Constantinople
without being struck by its marvelous
beauty. Mrs. Max Muller, in y Letters
From Constantinople,” thus describes
it:
‘‘Under all lights and at all hours
the view of Constantinople from the
Marmora is unique in loveliness. 'Che
gentle outlines of the low hills/ the va
ried colors, the magnificent buildings
form a whole, combining in one the
beauties of Stockholm,. Venice and the
bay of Naples. When lit up by sun
shine, the varieties of color are dazzling.
The eye rests on mosque after i mosque,
with their snow white minarets, in
sharp contract to the almost Hack cy
presses that mark the small, unused
burial grounds surrounding each mosque
or the vast cities of the dead at Scutari,
beyond Pera, and outside the old city
walls. The roofs of most Turkish houses
are a rich brown, while large plane
trees, with their brigfit green leaves,
stand in every garden, and over all is a
sky so blue that after a sojourn m sev
eral weeks one longs for tire contrast of
English clouds.”
The village of Jefferson Mills, N. H.,
boasts of a family of 12 which tips the
hay scales at 3,275 pounds.
Farmington (Me.) maple sirup goes
11 the way to Arizona.
Thirty-nine New Hampshire postoffi
ces, four of which —Portsmouth, La
conia, Epping and Hinsdale—ore presi
dential offices, fall vacant before May 1.
The remainder are small ones. I