The Algona Republican from Algona, Iowa on March 11, 1891 · Page 3
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Algona, Iowa
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Wednesday, March 11, 1891
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THE REPUBLICAN, : n.vr,f,OCK, PnblUhen. IOWA. A LOON A, THE NOfiTH STAR. When twllght'a pttrple vail la furled Boyond tho western verge ot duy, And slowly o'or the darkened world The stars oomo forth in bright array- When Venus hides bet burning faoo Upon old Oaoaa's troubled breast, Or, weary ol hkj march through space, Mars camps behind tho mountain oreat; The sailor on the moonless sea, The pilgrim of the trackless plain, The bondman punting to bo free. Turn northward and take heart again; For there, above unmeasured heights, An emblem ol otoraal truth, Unchanged amidst the changing lights, The North star lifts her crown of youth. Self-centered In the boundless blue, Calm dwollor of the vast unknown, Forever tender, strong and true, Soronoly from her distant throne She gazes down the voiceless deep While worlds are drifting at her feet And mighty constellations sweep Around bor like an endless fleet; The Northern lights across her fling The glory of their dancing spears. The Morning Stars beneath her sing The chorus of Creation's years— And while the systems sink and tint And planets to eooh other nod The light streams from her tranquil eyes As steadfast an tho love of God, —James G. Olark, In Youth's Companion. A. WOMAN'S ADVENTURE. What It Was That Game Pita- patting After Her. HE dinner dishes were done; the bread molded down and set to rise for the last tune. Baby had been fed, and then, as Martha Wadsworth cuddled the sleepy little head against her bosom, she pressed a rapturous kiss on the chubby hand clinging to her kerchief, s a ying: "Bless his little heart! Mamma would like to rock him day. She wishes there was nothing else to do." But as this reminded her of her work, she stopped fondling him, and crooning softly, swayed back and 'forth in the oreaky rocking chair. Baby popped his thumb into his mouth, sucked it vigorously for a moment, then grew quieter and quieter. Mother locked more and more slowly, and at last sure that his majesty was so\md •asleep, rose and laid him carefully •down in the rough oaken cradle. She tucked up the blanket and stood for a moment patting him and gently jogging the cradle. Bruno came from his place by the fire and poked hia black nose inquiringly into baby's rosy face. 'With a lifted, warning finger, Mrs. Wadsworth bade him: "No, no, sir! Go li° down!" Then she built up the big fire, gave a knowing little poke to the •fat loaves, took her knitting, and, with •one foot on the rocker, settled herself for a quiet afternoon. She glanced around her cozy kitchen with a smile of approval. To be sure, "the frontier home in the wilds of New York State was not like old Connect!" •cut, but then it was snug and cheery. "I know mother has no better fire than this, at any rate," she said, gazing musingly into the ruddy coals. "They jsaid a pioneer life would be so hard, but it isn't—very, and then I have Jack to myself so much, and I couldn't do that at home," and the dimples crept around tho loving mouth. But with something very like a sigh the girl- mother whispered to baby: "If it only wasn't qliite so far away so that your Ijrandma could see you once before you are a big boy." Pausing in her meditations, she listened a moment and then glanced from the winter sunshine on the floor to the little Dutch clock on the shelf, saying aloud: "Why! only three o'clock and the < ^joining home already! Jack said iiBlirarrput their fodder in the little pasture where they would be sheltered from the wind." She rose and went to the window, murmuring: "Perhaps a wolf has fright- waked and was growing reotless, so she took him up, pausing 1 in her plant for Jack's supper to asstife her "little man" that he should have his dinner— "yes ho should." Glancing at the frost gathering OH the window, she added: "It's cold, and he'll be terribly hungry, but the biscuits will be hot and I'll just cook \ip some eggs to eat with them. Now I wonder what I did with those I found this morning. Yes, I left them in tho barn. Dear ma, they'll ba frozen. I must run righl out and get them." She put baby down hastily, hung » string of spools from the cradle top, then sot it rocking, and while he struggled with sturdy, ineffectual clutches to grasp the swiug wonder, she caught up the little red blanket, threw it over her head and started for the barn. The trees stretched a luce-work ol bare branches against the golden-tinted sky, the crescent tnoon was a silver thread, all tempting her to linger, but the frosty air hurried her on. down the snow-trodden path to the barn. She heard Bruno's step pitapat, pitapatting at her heels, and put out her hand, saying cheerily: "Nice old fellow!" but instead of responding with a touch of his cold nose, he soemed to pause and draw back. Yet Martha, without looking behind her, stepped briskly on to the barn. As she neared it she again spoke to her four-footed escort: "I forgot about the cattle, Bruno. I am just as well pleased that yon came. Lot's hurry!" She half paused at the door; then, with an uneasy laugh, forced herself to go on. It was as dark as a pocket inside, but she remembered just where she had left the eggs, on the meal-bin in the corner. Peeling for them her hand struck the basket and picking it up she hurried out, feeling a vague sense of danger. She walked with a rapid footstep, for it was pretty dark and—but then she heard Bruno's steps behind her, at»i with him she was safe. However, sue was glad to reach the house, and running up the steps flung open the door and turned back with a joyful, "Come in, Bru—" But the words died on her lips, for it was not Bruno that she saw, but a long crouching figure with flaming eyes! The real Bruno sprang growling from the fire. Quick aa a flash, she crowded to tne door and dropped the heavy bar; then sprung and slammed and barred the massive window shutters; then stood with set teeth listening to Bruno's savage baying and for something else. COULD SEE HIM OS THE FENCE.' REOORD.MAKING WORKMEN. What Our Foreign Vlftttora Think of Out laborers—Mow they and Thetr Worll Compare With Brlttah Operators and Their Work—What High Wages tides for tr»—it Would ho Jtltlerent, IT We Had Freo Trade. Tt seems as if nearly all of the vissiting ironmasters who were here last fall had addressed meetings of their fellows. Many liavo decried our methods and products. Nearly all have asserted that if it were not for our tariff we would not be able to compete, and hence objected to its eft'eets; while not a few, exulting in what they claim was a free-trade victory last November, call attention to the snfc back it gave to projects which would lead to increased employment of labor in this country, claiming with pleasure that our wonderful progress was to be stayed through tho exertions of men of the Miller, ITolman and Vest type. Mr. J. Y. Jenks, however, at Wolverhampton, spoke, in a different strain, saying in part of the times immediately preceding the election: I wan ^specialty 'mpresso'l by the vast contrast which was presented by tho American and tho British operative classes, particularly the Iron and steel trades. Nothing was hoard there of short hours nnd of continual disastrous strikes. The ono Idea that tho working olasses, like the capitalists, seemed to bo attempting their utmost to work out, to bo "beat record." Every man soamod Intonse'y In earnest. The object of every one of them was to Ret out as muon work aa ho possibly oould. and that In tho best possible style. How different this was to the state ot things which existed In South S'.afljordshirs and other Iron-making cen tersof this country ho noed not remark. This is a remarkable admission, though Mr. Jenks does not mention its cause—the higher wages paid here. A man who is ill paid, ill clothed and ill lodged, can not be expected to beat the record. It is the well- ed and satisfied man that is anxious to see his mill beat the record and demand an opportunity to do an increased amount of work to accomplish it. While the man on low wages is too apt to drink too ranch in the exhaustion which follows a less amount of work on an empty stomach and go home to beat his wife. This fact is also brought out by Mr. Jenks, who says, without mentioning the reason for it: Another remarkable thing was that never in the whole course of lite visit to America did ho meet a drunken man. The first drunken man lie met from the time ha left Liverpool till the time ho returned was when he got back to Crewe station. But a large proportion of the sober, self-respecting, record-breaking workmen, particularly in the iron and steel trades, were fellow-countrymen of Mr. Tenks. who if they had staid in South Staffordshire, or in other iron making centers of Great Britain, would uothave hown the vast contrast noted. The difference in the prosperity of she same men in the two countries has been so often remarked, particularly bhe greater tself-respect and freedom from drunkenness which gives him the better feeding of this country, that it seems inexplicable that men who are not professional philanthropists or temperance agitators, but who do care for their kind, should advocate a fiscal system which condemns the working population of England or any other country, to a residence, without recourse to emigration, in a country where short hours and continued disastrous strikes have been the normal state for nearly fifty years; where the workman through his prime can not feed himself so well that he is noi forced to supplement his food by strong drink, and where the home of "his old age is almost invariably the poor house. THE WOBDS DIED ON HEB LIPS. ' •ened them. Well, the gates are open .and they've gone into the yard." Baby, roused by her exclamation, uttered a fcleepy protest at being waked from his nap tor even the most astonishing causa; so, sitting down, she bushed him to sleep again and then went on witU her knitting-, saying sagely: "I need not worry, if it is anything, it won't come into the clearing by daylight, and Jack will be home before it is dark." Meanwhile the quietly away from the firelight grew and the shadows 0arly winter twilight caine Wadsworth rolled up her sunlight slipped the little window, redder and redder, darkened as the and What was it that had been following he., so steadily, so stealthily in the dim light? AVhat should she do? Were they safe now? She looked at Baby. He was kicking up his heels, happy as a kitten. Bruno had stopped barking and only went from window to door, growling deep in his throat, as if from the memory of an enemy. Should she let him out? No, if he should be killed there would be no protection for herself—and then her husband! She ordered Bruno to lie down and he obeyed, but with watchful eyes and deep growls. Taking down the shotgun she loads it with buck-shot, trying to keep under this terrible fear at her heart by saying: "He has his rifle and must see it- it isn't very dark yet." She had hardly finished loading her gun when there rose a sudden bawling among the cattle. Bruno sprang baying to the door. Should she let him go? He might be able to protect the cattle or he might be killed, and then, how could she give the alarm to Jack? These thoughts had hardly passed through her mind when a rifle shot rang out above the other sounds. Her husband! Quickly opening the door she let Bruno out; then stood trembling and sick with her hand on the bar. Minutes, they seemed hours, passed and then a firm step came creaking over the snow. In a moment the door flew open aud Jack burst in full of excitement, but instead of paying attention to hia joyous exclamation: "0, Mattie, come and see what I've shot," she dropped on the floor and cried. This was all the answer that her bewildered husband got to kisses and petting protestations, that "It's all right, little woman. Why, there is nothing to cry for:" "I thought it was Bruno—and—oh, dear! I'll never go out to the barn again!" But she did, the next morning, just to see her escort of the previous evening, and it was the biggest panther ever killed in those parts. . "Th«re," said Jack, "as I came down the road, I heard the cows making a great racket. So I ran across the field, and there I eould see him sitting on the yard fence, showing black against the sky, and I dropped him at the first shot." The great, glossy, tawny skin made a splendid rug for baby to play on before the fire, but it always gave his mother the "creeps" to see it, for, s.ajd;»-^g; "To think of my ^tUn^'my hand back and ahnosfc On that panther's nose! I know if I bad happened to stop or started to run he would have sprung. Ugh! I never see the old skin but ) hear his cushioned paws pitapat, patting after fliel"—Uei-trudp PITH AND POINT. —When small people fall in love they Increase their sighs.—Pittsburgh Dispatch, --There is a vast difference between living simply and simply living.—St. Joseph News. —A greedy man should wear a plaid vest, so as to keep a check on his stomach.—N. Y. Ledger. —The person who can least spare it is often most willing to give others a piece of his mind.—Rome Sentinel. —There is nothing more discotiraging to a man than thoughts of how great he intended to be.—Atchison Globe. —"We may not be soldiers, except ol fortune," said Patsy, Irhe tramp, to his companion, "but we are comradefi-in- alms for all that."—St. Joseph News. —To Err Is Human.—€ritic— "The greatest writers make mistakes." Author—"Yes, every writer is liable to put his mucilage brush into the ink bottle." —N. Y. Sun. —There is a woman who has been married fifty-eight years, and who has never missed kindling the kitchen fire. Her husband is probably tho oldest fire- escape on record. —It may be well enough to call a spade a spade, if you are going to talk about spades at all, but it is a good deal more elevating usually to talk about the stars.—Somerville Journal. —Office Boy—"Editor's gone off fer weeks. Leave yer bill with me, an' I'll give it to him when he gits back," "I hoven't got a bill. I've got a club." "Editor's up-stairs, sir."—Good News. —Husband — "Look here, Nettie, what's the use of paying a girl $12 a month when you do all the work?" Wife—"Well, the neighbors would say I had to do my own work if I didn't keep a girl."—Bostonian. —He Explained Promptly.—Yonng Mr. Dedbroke—"I want to marry your daughter." Old Man Surplus—-"What for?" Dedbroke—"Well, I don't know exactly, but I hope it's not for less than a hundred thousand."—Boston Courier. —Made to Look At.—Visitor—"My! what a splendid library. Have you read all those books?" Hostess—"No. but I should like to very much." Visitor—"Well, why don't you?" Hostess —"I am afraid of soiling the bindings." —Yankee Blade. —Kind-Hearted Snagsby.—Dumbley —"Do you believe that women ought to enlarge their sphere, Snagsby?" Snags- by—"I do, I do, Dumbley. I never lose an opportunity to persuade Mrs. S. to give the world the benefit of her great talents by going upon the lecture- stage."—Chicago Tunes. — A Taste of It.—Noted Anarchist (explaining his position to fellow-passengers on Western railway train)— j "Ve vant all laws banished from the statute books. Ve vant eflrry citizen to ! do as he blease " Leader of Western Outlaws (suddenly boarding the train)—"Hold np y'r hands!"—N. Y. Weekly. —In order to be a successful teacher of boys, it is necessary to be their friend. It is necessary not only to take an interest in seeing that their lessons are properly recited, but to be sure also that they understand what they are doing and take an interest in it; make them feel that it is their business now, and that their future success in life depends on their doing their work well in the present. Boys like a friend, not an overseer. WAR REMINISCENCES. CLOSED UP THE COURT. man Moat Three Times a Day. The following from John Roach's testimony before a Congressional committee in 1883 will be found interesting: No man wants to bring his friends to this country from any place where the^ are better ofE; and, in connection with his subject, I would suggest to the :nembcrs of this committee that they inght not to leave New York without making three OY four visits to Castle larden and looking at the condition of these poor immigrants as they come here, and comparing- it with the appearance and condition of their brothers or friends, who have paid tkeir passage to this country, and who are there to welcome them. If you will just go .lown there and see for yourselves, you will be convinced that there is no greater absurdity than to say that those people are better off in the old country than here. How can they be better off there? If they eat the same food there that they eat here, it has to be sent icross the ocean to them, and they have to pay the increased cost of that. At ill events, they certainly can not buy it any cheaper than they can here. It may 3ost them more to live here, all things [jonsidered, than it did in the old country, but they live better here. Let me illustrate that. I have a Ger- clerk in my office who writes a many letters for poor German people who can not write themselves, and a little incident that occurred two years 1 * ago, and to which he called my attention, will serve to illustrate this idea. A man got this clerk to write a letter, in which he undertook to give a description of America, and he went on to say to his friends, "I eat meat once regularly every day," The clerk turned around to him and add, "What do you say that for? You know that you eat meat three times a day. I see it in your kettle." "Well," said the fellow, "if I tell them that I get meat three times a day they wont believe that I get it even once a day, and that is the reason I want you to put it as I give it to you." Free Trade Testimony on McK'mley Prices. Notwithstanding the vigilance of the "reform" editor, the truth about prices will creep into the news columns or market reports of hie paper, and even into the editorial columns, when ht» watchful care to keep up the delusion as to the real effects of the new tariff has been momentarily relaxed. The Free Trade Commercial Bulletin, in an *u.itS r ''ii G n December 29, commenting upon'the flattering "jS9 nt W/ * e P°& of our exports says: •• •»••„„ The conclusion may be fairly drawn that'.'e'-' cepting in breadstutfs. there wis no advance of price* out of hn miay with the movement of prices in otter ooiiatrles This sentence is in a direct contradiction to what the editorytl col urn as of the Bulletin l»ave been asserting- eve the " '" " "' ' ' A COSTLY EGG. The "I-iays of Ancient Rome" Nowhere Compared with British Hens. Not a few of the egg-s of British birds are worth more than their weight in gold,/ while those of certain species which, are supposed to have become extinct bring quite fabulous prices. A well-marked pair of golden eagle's eggs have been known to fetch £25. The market value of an egg of the swallowed-tailed kite is 3 guineas, of Pal- las'sand groiise, 80s., while ten times that amount was recently offered for an egg of this Asiastic species taken in Britain. On the other hand, the eggs of certain of the social breeding birds are so common in then- season as to be systematically collected for domestic purposes. And this in face of the fact that many of them are remarkably alike for size, shape and beauty of coloring. This applies particularly to the guillemot, whose eggs are often remarkably handsome. As a rule, the color of these is bluish green, heavily blotched, and streaked with brown or black, and th« form that of an elongated haudspme pear. The guillemot is one of the commonest cliff birds of England, aud is found in great abundance at Flamborougb Head. The eggs are systematically gathered by men who are let down the rocks in ropes. They traverse the narrowest ledges, placing the eggs which they gather daily in baskets fastened around their shoulders. The guillemot j makes no nest, lays but one egg, and incubation lasts about a mouth. : The "bird sits upright, aud when suddenly alarmed, as by the firing of a gun, the egjs fall in showers into the sea. Most of those collected at Flarnborougb are sent to Leeds, where the albumen is used in the preparation of patent leather, while the eggs taken on Lundy are used at Bristol in the manufacture of sugar. At the British breeding stations oi the gannet or Solan goose thousands of birds breed annually, though in numbers less than formerly. In this oasa the young birds, not the eggs, are taken, and on North Barra from 2,090 to 3,000 birds are captured in a season. The collector kills the ganuets as they are taken from the nest, and they are then thrown into the sea beneath, where a boat is in waiting to pick them up. In the Faroes the people keep January 25 as a festival in couse» quenoe of the return of the bird.—N. Y. Journal. BeucTOlem-e. Batjfiut (woefully)—Oh, Doctor! I'm it twisted up with the rheumatism and uralgia. Oh, do you think, doctor' '11 ean get the pain out of me? ' lUindly)—Well, I wi» t* to An Inclili-jif, of tJifi Civil War Overlooked by History. General Schiiylor Hamilton, the veteran of three Wiirs, is one of tho most picturesque figures in the military history of (he United States. His record as a soldier was such as to call for the special commendation of President Lincoln when he resigned his command in 1803 on account of ill-health and disability, "incurred," to use Secretary- Stan ton's words, "in the service of his country, wherein he was highly distin- gviishod for ability and good conduct." Although during his long military career General Hamilton had his lung pierced with a lance and his skull fractured by a blow, yet he finds himself now at nearly seventy years of age in the possession of all his mental and physical faculties. His bearing is as soldierly and his eye as clear as when he ,led 1m command to battle. The General often recalls incidents in his military service. Perhaps the most remarkable event Sn his military career occurred in Washington in 1801, when the Supreme Court of the United States was temporarily closed. This story, the General believes, has never before appeared in print. He recalled it the other day while in conversation with some friends, and subsequently related it substantially af! follows: "It was in the early days of the civil war in 1801, when a writ of habeas corpus was issued by Justice Wayne, of the United States Supreme Court, in the matter of a private in Colonel Willis Gorman's regiment of Minnesota volunteers. The point involved in the case was practically the right of the President to call out the volunteer militia to aid in the suppression of the rebellion. The writ was finally served upon General Winfield Scott, and the importance attaching to the subject may be imagined from the fact that a Cabinet meeting was called to consider the matter. The Attorney General was appointed General Scott's legal adviser. "I was absent at the moment, giving liberty to a collateral descendant of Washington without parole. When I returned General Scott asked: 'Colonel, is your horse saddled?' My reply was: 'My horse is always saddled; only drop the bit in his mouth.' "He then told me about the writ, which was deemed defective. He thought the Sergeant knew the servitor of the writ and we started out with orders from General Scott: 'Get the papers; use violence if necessary." Secretary Stanton added: 'We do not care for the man; we want the papers.' "We started on the search at once, but the Sergeant could not recognize the man. He pointed out half a dozen in the block in front of Willard's Hotel. We ran our horses to the Capitol, where I saw Mr. Carroll, clerk of the Supreme Court, and advised him of the dilemma. He gave orders that no papers should go on file unless indorsed by him. I then invited him to be temporarily ill, provided a coach, a luncheon, and a guard of cavalry, with orders to shoot any one who attempted to approach the carriage. "We meandered through the Rock Creek region until sundown. Upon returning to General Scott's headquarters I found him in his chair and not in a very amiable mood. He began to scold. I smiled and asked him to hear me. He said: 'Young man, I have sent you on very many important missions, to-day perhaps on the most important of them all, and here you are philandering away the whole day without any report.' "I then simply told him that I had taken the clerk of the Supreme Court off in the Rock Creek country, guarded by a cavalry escort, to prevent the filing of the return to the writ of habeas corpus which he deemed erroneous or defective. 'Capital! Capital!' he cried. 'Shut up the Supreme Court of the United States for the first time since its inauguration by law, without violation of law or order. Take this return to President Lincoln and tell him what you have done and what I have said.' "I did so. The President approved the return, and added, jocosely: "I should not have thought of that way of shutting up the Supreme Court of the United States by carrying away the Clerk; take this to Mr. Seward.' I took the letter to Secretary of State Seward. Archbishop Hughes was with him. They eonned it over. Mr. Seward then wrote a note to Justice Wayne. I was requested to bear it to him and to bring back-an answer, which I did. "The decision was made by Justice Wayne in chambers. It was to the effect as I afterwards learned from Mr. Seward, that the President had the right, under the Constitution, had the right to select preferrable volunteers from the militia. "I took this to Secretary Seward, and, by his request to President Lincoln, General Scott and Secretary Stanton I afterward saw the papers locked in the safe of the Department of State and.took a tete-a-tete dinner with Secretary Seward that evening." Search for the paper was recently made among the archives of the State Department, but it could not be found What became of it nobody seems to know.~N. Y. World. realization of the horrors and vicissitudes of war. One Sunday morning the boys had formed alignment in their respective company streets for the usual nine o'clock inspection. The weather wa» delightful. The HUH shone brightly, and the temperature was that of a morning in May. Every boy in blue seemed to possess an intuition respecting an early closing of the dreadful four-years' war, and every heart beat high with the anticipations born of a return to the homes and friends in the North. How q\iickly the transformat- tion came can scarcely yet be realised by the actors in one of the closing- scenes of the great war drama. Scarcely had the inspection begun, however, ere a mounted orderly dashed up to the head of each company street, handed dispatches to each company commander and was off again like a shot. Then came the ominous order: "Unsling- kna,psacks, and run for the fort!" There was apparently no time to be lost; knapsacks were unslung and tossed into the tents of the owners and a grand scurrying for the various forts along the line ensued. By this time the artillery duel, which had been of a desultory character all, the morning, had develoyed into what seemed a continuous roar, and thoughts., of "the loved ones at home" had been changed in a moment, as it were, into those of apprehension for personal safety. Within a half-hour subsequently a body of soldiers was descried approaching from City Point. Nearer they came until the fez, scarlet trousers and white leggings of the Zouave uniform bespoke the One Hundred and Fourteenth Pennr sylvania. On they came, with band playing lively airs and their colors waving in the sunshine and light morning breeze, as if they were on parade rather than on their way, as subsequent events demonstrated, into the jaws of death in front of the formidable Confederate defenses of Petersburg. To the strains of as inspiring music as was ever heard in Virginia, the brave Pennsylvanians passed through the gateway of our line, near Fort McKeon, moved over the plain toward Petersburg n columns of fours, and within an hour vere lost to sight because of a small >iece of intervening woodland. This was one picture, and a bright ne it must be conceded of army ife. But the other! Alas! There was nother, and one which causes an in- oluntary shudder even to this day. On the following Tuesday, far away off toward Mead Station, the writer icard a locomotive whistle, indicating he approach of a train on Grant's army ailroad. At the place where the rail- oad cut through our line there was riiite an embankment, and to this place hurried. As the train came nearer and nearer I observed it was made up 'f platform or flat-cars, and when it la'ssed my point of observation I saw hat car after car was covered with .traw, and on that straw was all that was left of the 114th Pennsylvania, a very large percentage of the poor fel- ows with fatal wounds. What a change was this in forty-eight jours! And as I closed my eyes upon ,he dreadful scene I saw again the wav- ng colors, heard once more the soul- 3 tirring music, and saw Pennsylvania's 'allant sons on their march to death, iut the names of those who thus sacrificed themselves upon their country's altar are printed in letters of living- ight on one of the most historic pages of which the world has knowledge.— National Tribune. A SUNDAY IN THE ARMY. Two f ietures Illustrative of the Varylaj Fortunes of War. While to a certain extent the soldier of the war of the rebellion had experi ence in common, the survivors find upon comparing notes more than a quarter o a century after the war closed that thei lines frequently diverted inafargreate degree than they at that time even dreamed of. Hence the recollections o years agone, of the camp-fire, the march and bivouac, which have been securely hidden away in memory's cloisters, are of profouni interest to both soldier and civilian. In March X865, while the writer had coiBJjQund o! 4 fort on Grant's lioe of defoubes at City Point, he was awafeen- ed one day, &,t all cvcnis, ^p a Clever Dogs, but Both Sucked Eggs. During General Birney's raid through. Florida, a bright little girl was found alone in one of the houses, her parents having "skedadled." She was rather non-committal, for she did not know whether the troops were Union or rebel. Two fine dogs made their appearance, while a conversation was being held with the child, and she informed one of lier questioners that their names were Gillmore and Beauregard. "Which is the best dog?" asked a bystander. "I don't know," said she, "they're both mighty smart dogs; but they'll either ol em suck eggs if you don't watch 'em." The troops left without ascertaining whether the family, of which the girl was a hopeful scion, was Union or rebel.—Anecdotes of the Rebellion. RANDOM NOTES. THE State Soldiers' Home of Kansj has ninety-five old soldiers and,, families to care for. THEG. A. R. intends to ha^?' « week set apart at the AVorld's Fair at Chicago to be known as Grand Army week. It is proposed to have a grand reunion, to include the armies of the Cumberland, the Tennessee, the James, the Potomac, and all the other departments, with a grand parade, to eclipse anything since the grand review at the close of the war. THE movement to secure a monument to Philadelphia valor as exhibited dur- * ing the late war by the Philadelphia Monument Association, promises to be a greater success than was at first expected. When completed the monument will be the finest erected to the memory of Union sailors and soldiers in the Uniten States. Philadelphia sent more citizen soldiers to defend the Union than did anj r other city. AT the battle of Bull Run, Governoi Alger met a breathless soldier fleeing with the rest of the army toward Washington. The soldier had a wound 019 his face, "That's a bad wound, my man," said the Governor as the soldiei halt; "where did you get it?" "Got it at the Bull Run fight yesterday. "But how could you get hit in the face at Bull Run?" "Well, sir," said the man, half-apologetically, "I got careless, ant 1 looked back!" THE ex-Union soldiers residing 1 1$ Kansas, assisted by many other citizens, are very active in their work to secure for Topeka the^location of the National Encampment of the Grand Army ol tbju Republic for 1893. It is proposed tft raise a fund of $50,000 to be used in ye-i ceiving ft»d entertaining tae vetera^ ' and their families. Kansas is a '"" " State and the committee will ask

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