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6 pF JF ■ V "i ~ ; 1:111 till' - ’ HHHHH • ■■ ■ * l l . . 1111". ir. Hh .irk in ■ lipiiiill i ■ ■! > ■ .in • :i* l< s \'. Hli H |||||||| " . ■ ■ ■ ; 11 ■ - 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. )■ HPiii. 'J in v ran j. .1 .11 Ih. ir • 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. official Organ Glynn County. A.3V r> CITYOF BRUNSWICK. A MAGNIFICENT . . . . . . ADVERTISING . . . —, MEDIUM SPECIAL tv PRESS DISPATCHES . REASONAREE ADVERTISING RATES. 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 It reaches the ... . PEOPLE AND TELLS . THE NEWS 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