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••THE'REPUBLICAN. HAYS, ftihllttter. 10VVA. WATCHING FOR THE MORNING, .When the ahndows gathnr, Ana tho night grows deep, And the weary eyelids Cannot close in sleep; 'Mid these hours «t sadness, With their solemn warning, -Comes that song of gladness : "Watching for the morning." "When the m6rnlng clouds spread O'er the azure sk.v, -And the howling wild winds Toll the Btohh is nigh; Whdti the stors all vanish, Erst tho heavens adorning, Slope the gloom will banish, ''Watching for the morning." "When disease has stolen Strength nnd cheer from theej .And tho careworn spirit Wnthes In agony; •In tho hour of sorrow, Startled by Its warning, •Comfort thou canst borrow, "Watching for the morning." "Vcars are (,'lldlng onwarJ; Ah, how fast they lly I Wnsting Is life's fountain, It will soon run dry. Death— he cannot harm thee— Tread on death with scorning; 'Brightest visions charm thee, "Watching for the morning." 'Though the shadows gather, And the night grown deep, .And the Weary eyelids Closo In death's long sleep; •Through that night of sadness, With its solemn warning, •Comes the song of Rladness: "Watching for the morning." Watching, watching, watching r Lord, how long, how long? When shall break the shadows! When hurst forth the song* Haste, O blessed daybreak, With thy bright adorning; Let the joyous lay wakei "Morning! Lo! The morning!" D. T. McLaughUn, in N. Y. Independent. deetoena , i ', ' •'•jJ ! . i. - into ant and then u, With smooth, lo brown hair drawn each ear, just revealing it7 C rinWn tib" -tt faco Irrwalar featured, attd rendefec* stUL more striking by the singular con trast between its extreme pallor and the intensely sca »let Hps-tHe person!- flcation of neatness, the embodiment Of . - , .., Person," thought Solo, but it s nono of my business." Dismissing her from his mind, he proceeded to the much more important business of making himself presentible at Aunt Hester's tea-table. Solomon did ample justice to the snowy bread, golden butter and luscious strawberries, and later, as that worthy was indulging in a stroll across I 11 « ';&!, liftcd U P his c .Y e3 and be- nold the little seamstress, whose exist- once he had quite forgotten/under a venerable cherry tree, making desperate efforts to seize a tempting branch °11^ b , OUffh ' a " d lookin * *«ort pretty with her sparkling eyes. flushed cheeks and A CALICO FEOCK It Was Taken in Place of a Pistol BalL wasn't a hot day, nor a cold day, nor a damp clay, but it was an atroc ious clay, a clammy clay, an unbearable day, a day that made your clothes stick to you like poor relations, that brought out cold sweats on pitchers and goblets, that made your back a racecourse for contein p t i b 1 e little chills and the rest of your body a target ...... f or a thousand invisible pins and needles, that made the grasshopper a burden and the dusty, begrimed city a pandemonium, made Solomon Griggs, bachelor, 'f the firm of Griggs, Makem & Co., the ,,,: great clothing merchants, shut up his ledger with a bang and start for the country by the next train, remarking to old Grimseby, the head clerk, "tha°t the city was stifling." To jvhich that worthy replied: "So it is, but how about the fellers that can't get out of it and must stav to be choked?" A problem which, I suspect, our friend of the firm of Griggs, Makem & Co., troubled his head very little about, being just then busy in looking into the dusty recesses of that picture gallery, which memory furnishes and arranges for us all as a single landscape, hanging there. A ,low house with mossy, overhanging eaves, standing on the slope of a igreen hill, shaded by branching elms with level fields stretching off in the foreground toward the sparkling water on one side and dusky woods on the other, and there, dusty, sweating and Now, Sol was a gallant man-decidedly the preux chevalier of the firm of Griggs,' Makem & Co.; so that whenever, as had once or twice happened, a woman ventured into the moldy ohades of the establishment, Sol was the man whom destiny and the other partners selected to parley with tho enemy. Advancing, therefore, with a 'happy mixture of confidence and condescension, Sol plucked the cherries and was about to present them, when Independence in a calico frock stepped back with a cool: "Keep them yourself, sir; I don't care for them." "I thought that you wanted them," stammered Sol. "So I did, because they were difficult to obtain; had they been on your aunt's table I would not have touched them. It is the glow of triumph that gives a pleasure to its zest. Eat the cherries yourself, and good evening, sir!" "Stop a moment!" said Sol, not a little astonished; "that is— I mean— permit me to accompany you." "No; you would expect me to entertain you, and that would be too much trouble." "Bat if, instead, I should entertain you?" "You cannot." "Why?" "You could tell me nothing new. You are only a crucible for converting bales of cloth into the precious ore that air the world goes mad after. No doubt you are all very well in your way, but there are alchemists who could transmute our humdrum, daily life into goldep verse or heavenly thought. To such a one I might listen, but you and I have nothing in common." "Not even our humanity?" asked Sol. The stern face of the young softened a little, bat only for a ment. "No," sbe answered, angrily, "not even that. I, you know, am made of the inferior clay, you of the pure porcelain. Do you not remember how even good, kind Aunt Hester, told you there were no young ladies with her, only the seamstress? You are slightly him, with a malicious twin'tile of tW t-ye, that she had gone to the city to find work. Perhaps the good sout had beea troubled with visions of ft fitture Mrs. Origtfa, and was not altogether displeased that an insurmountable barrier was placed between "that odd Rachel Hart and her nephew Sol, who was a good boy, but didn't know the ways of women." Bo that as it may, her joy w,v« slrort- ly turned into mourning, for Solomon received dispatches requiring his immediate presence in the city. At least so he said, for Aunt Hester Was immovable in her conviction that "that Rachel was somehow at the bottom of it." She even hinted as much to Sol when he bade her good-by; but lie only laughed and told her to 'take care of herself. After all, business could not have been so vary pressing, as he spent the greater portion of his time wandering through lanes and back streets, not infrequently dashing down alleys with the inexplicable exclamation of: "TJiat's her!" from whence he always returned very rod in tho face and sheepish in expression. Three months had passed away, when he nearly ran against a little woman, who looked up in his face with' a sardonic smile. "Your eyesight is not so good in the city, Mr. Griggs. You don't know me lere." "Rachel—Miss Hart, I have been looking for you everywhere. Where do you live?" She hesitated a shortly: "Come and see." Turning, she led moment, then said, the way through narrow streets, reeking with filth and teeming with a wretched population, ip a flight of broken stairs, into a dingy ittle room whose only redeeming fea- >ure was its perfect cleanliness. "Will you be seated, Mr. Griggs?" she asked, with a scornful smile. 'Now that yo'\ know my residence, 1 PITH AND POINT. "-A Rochester man says he never get* apiece of toast "as hot as toast," or a PlWMlfYlY^rii* it , J . luiurauei af) coo i fts B cucumber.""— Rochester Post-Express. •— Post-Mortem Praise.— Tom—"Hut- ly Was a-good man." Jack—"How do yott- know lie was?" Tom—"1 saw it fan his tombstone."—Yankee Blade. —A Misfortune.—Tom—"Have you heard? Batiste has become suddenly dumb." Jack—"Too bad. There xviil be no one lo sound his praises now."— Yankee Blade. —"Here are some of the best jokes in ray line that were written, even if they didn t get into print," remarked the ice tnan as he looked over his cash-book.— Washington Post. r-On Tick.--"How are you getting along nowadays, Vickars?" "Finely.' £i.i i * ke a P rin °e, so to speak." Think you will ever be able to settle?" —•Indianapolis Journal. —Woman is coming right along. It is said that about one-third of them are engaged in remunerative employment, and no doubt many more are anxious to be engaged.—Lowell Courier. —Suffel—"Had my photograph taken to-day." Rummel—"Sober?" Suffel— "Sober? Of course, sober." Rummel— "Then you must have had it done by the instantaneous process."—Fliegende Blatter. not girl mo- bored already and think me odd enough to amuse you for awhile, but if some of those gay ladies—among whom I hear you are such a favorite—were to come even know me, tired, about Solomon found himself just sunset. Out c?r>e a ruddy- cheeked, smiling old If, y in a cap and apron that had attained a state of enpwy perfection unknown to city laundresses. , "Why, bless me, if it isn't little Sol! Why, who'd a thought of seeing you?" and she folded the stalwart, bearded luan in as warm an embrace as though be were in reality still the little Sol of former days. "And how do you do, Come in, come in; don't stand here, you would not Good evening, sir!" "What a furious little radical!" thought Sol, with an uneasy laugh, as he watched her retreating figure. After all, he was not quite sure that she had not spoken the truth. If the calico frock had been a flounced silk for instance, how many degrees more deferential would have been his manner in presenting the cherries? Query the second. If the calico frock had been walking down Broadway about four o'clock in tlie afternoon, would he, Solomon Griggs, of Griggs, Makem & Co.,- as willingly escort it as across those green fields, where, if the robins and bluebirds did make remarks, it was in their own language? Sol couldn't answer the questions satisfactorily, but he went to bed and dreamed all night of the little Diogenes in her calico frock. That week and the next he waited patiently for the first glimpse of that remarkable garment coming around the corner, but in vain. And when, in such a very careless manner that it was quite remarkable, he wondered audibly "where that odd little girl lived whom he saw on the eve of his arrival," Aunt Hester answered dryly: "Away up—thereabouts, with her hand. She boarded, she believed, with some queer sort of folks there; though, for that matter, she was queer enough herself. And this was absolutely all she would say on the subject. The next day Sol took it upon himself to wander up that way, "thereabouts," and was rewarded with a glimpse of the calico frock going through a broken gate, and, following it closely; came, up with the wearer as she was about to ONCE JIOBffi HE TOOK UP THK PISTOI,. trust to have the pleasure of seeing you frequently." "And you lire in this den?" asked Solomon, heedless of her sarcasm. "How do you support yourself?" "By my needle." "How much does it take to keep up this magnificent style of living?" "By unremitting exertion I can earn two dollars a week." "Great heaven! Why didn't you come to me?" he asked. "For two excellent reasons: First, I should not have known where to have found you; secondly, I should not have come if 1 had." "Of course not. Your pride is to you meat and drink. Still, you naight have come. We are in need of hands. 1 " "I do not believe it. You wish to cheat me into accepting alms." "There is our advertisement; read for yourself," pulling a paper from his pocket. The sunken eyes gleamed eagerly. She was human after all and even thBn suffering the pangs of hunger. "Mr. Griggs, I believe you are a good man," she said, bursting into tears. "I will work for you gladly. I am starving." —She—"You say a woman can keep a secret?" He—"Yes, that is my experience." She—"I have known of a woman keeping a secret for an age." He—"Yes; but it was her own age."— N. Y. Herald. Higher Game. — Miss Palisade — "There goes Clara Slimson with that Twillinger fellow. Isn't it just like her to wear her best dress?" Miss Summit—"Why you stupid, she isn't going fishing for fish."—Cloak Review. —"Nothing," said Mr. Tozer, sadly, "equals the skepticism of married women." "You'remistaken, my dear," answered Mrs. Tozer, "there is one thing." "What is it?" "The credulity of the unmarried ones."—Detroit Tribune. —He Expected Too Much.—"Why, Where's your ring?" said one telephone girl to another. "Aren't you engaged to Charlie Slow?" "I used to be," replied the other, "but he insisted on kissing me through the 'phone, so I had to ring off.''—Binghamton Republican. —Watts—"What was the decision in the case of that fellow supposed to be crazy about baseball?" Potts—"They concluded to wait until the season is over. It is difficult at this season of year to distinguish a baseball maniac i from the ordinary crank."—Indianapolis Journal. —"What makes you so late coming to school this morning?" asked Mr. Leonard, a teacher in one of the New York public schools, to a tardy pupil. "They arrested a burglar in Fifty-eighth street, and ma sent me to the "station- bouse to see if it was pa," was the reply.—Christian at Work. —Why Mr. Calliper Has No Sawmill.— "I see by the papers," said Mr. Calliper, "that a man in Storkville Center, Vt, offers to bet a sawmill against a pair of copper-tipped shoes that his seven-year- old boy can open and shut more doors in half an hour and slam them louder than any boy of his age east of the Mississippi river. I should, certainly taka that bet for my boy Clarence if I had room on this place to set up a sawmill. 11 —N. Y. Sun. WAR REMINISCENCES. GRANT AND TH^ CHILD. Afc INCIDENT NBA« APPOU tTTO*. Tho lender of our iirmles rofln Across tho Snuthom pluin, Around bis staff of bearded men Pressed with ungathered rein. Before him fled his broken foes, Behind his columns throng, Full near the hourof victory show* Their hearts have waited 'long. Beneath a mansion's vlne-wrenthed porch His charger's step ho s-.ny -d, To ask u goblet from tho spring, A moment In the shafZe. A little child, with eyo» of blue, Came shyly to his knee. "My papa Is a soldier, too, And wears a swowl," said he. "He has bright rations on his coat. He loolts nlmoit like you. Oclf my papu't coat is gray, And yours, »iamina onlls blue. "I wish you'd find my papa, sir, And send nlm right awny; And If you'Li say / told you to I'm sure no will obey." Tho snlcUar raised the childish form Up to Us martial breast, And on the rosy, pleading face A teoi-wet kiss ho pressed. Ho saw his own far Western home, Where wife and babies dwelt; More stern than his must bo the heart Su«h vision would not melt. "Pnrhaps, my child," he slowly said. "Your father I may see, And may God grunt me my desire To send him safe to theo." O, soldiers of the Blue, (he Gray, Whom hostile weapons part, Tho pleading of that llttlu child Made one each father's heart. And never will the simple tale From memory's pages cense, And hearts shall melt as words recall The soldier's kiss of pnaca. -Isaac F. Eaton, la N. Y. Mail andExpresi. BELLE BOYD, THE SPY. Another Chapter In the History of the Daring Girl. Many of Washington county's veterans, who followed the feathers of Stonewall Jackspjj and Ewell in .the celebrated Banks campaign in the valley as stated, is Constitution. not yet ended,—AUant* pointing- e enter the dilapidated front door, at which piece of impertinence she was so much incensed as to turn very red. whjje tears actually started jo her eyes, "What do you want?" s£e inquired, sharply To see you, replied Sol, who, taken , , by surprise, could think of nothing but * • • KEEP \\ W* there. You know toe oath •Bd the wa y to the pantry yefc J ftra •ay. Come in; you needn't start back. . |t's only Rachel '\ ' **- 4 ,"But J didn't know you had any W»g ladies with you, Asat Rester.^ 'it's only Rachel, I tell you—Rachel flte seamstress. Are ther« iu your city that you are the truth, " Wel l'J ou liav« tired " * "^ "I can't help that me, now go!" It's not my fault, "You might ask me to wajlk in and sit down if you were not as hapd-haarted " And she did work, early and late, in spite of Solomon's entreaties, refusing to accept anything but her wages, declining to receive his visits, sending back his gifts, steadily refusing above all to become his -wife, though she had softened wonderfully towards him. "You are rich—1 am poor!" she said, in reply to his passionate arguments. "You are handsome—I am ugly; the world would laugh and your family be justly offended." , ! "I have no family, and as for the world, let it laugh; I dare be happy in spite of it." • ': , "I will not have yon/' "Do you not love, nisi?" "I will not have you;" and with, that answer Solomon was -obliged to rest contented. •••••. •-,.'.• '•'..,:. Time passed on. A financial crisis oaiqe, and, with hundreds of ojhers, dflwn went the house of Griggs, Makem .Solomon sat in his officegloomily brooding over his ruin, glop,pily thinljv ing, pf the woman whose; love j>e fa " long and fruitlessly, strjyjejB ,tp idar^ly wondering jf. it '''"'" tp cuti;-.short an blighted life. In the :.,.,_„.. the right lay a brace of pistols, a ent frpnj young Makem when he to California. Sol took them oftt—jbhey were loaded—it was but to raise tjheta so, adjust the trigger so anj|..i». < ' *%ady %aftts to see you, sir." ; "Caa'jt see her. What can a want fceitefc Shut the dopyj, SHE PACKED TOO MUCH. TJie Appeal of One Woman to Anothei Across the Hallway. Said a woman who lives in an apartment hotel: "Just a's I was going- out to-day the lady in the rooms across tht hallway of the apartment hotel begged to see me. She looked dreadfully, and she was half crying. " 'Won't you please lend me a dress, or— or a cloak. I have got to catch a train,' she gasped. "She seemed to need a dress, but 1 knew her only slightly, and I made ut my mind she had gone mad. " 'My trunks have all gone,' shi wailed. 'John is to meet me at ,th« wharf. We sail for Europe in an hpur. I simply can't miss the boat. I hav< no one to turn to. I can not get a dresi made; you can see that yourself. II you have a human, Jieart you will helj me out Give me a cloak and— and i pair of shoes, and a— a thick veil. Oh please be quick.' ,"I told her that! she needed rest and .perfeqt quiet, and that I would rub hei .head. I asked wh^re she got the dresi she had on. .. , . " 'It's an old thing I was going t< leave, 1 she sobbed, 'and I don't wani of Virginia, remember well the subject of this short sketch—Belle Boyd, the confederate spy and scout, the' pet of Jackson's "foot cavalry"—and many will be the regrets expressed when they learn from this that she has been in serious trouble in the north. The nature of this trouble is poverty and inability to support her children, and they were about to be taken from her, and the matter is still pending in the courts. In the spring of 1862 a Georgia regiment was marching at the head of Ewell's division down the Luray valley. We had passed through the town of Luray, and were nearing Fort Royal, going—we knew not where—on one of Jackson's secret marches. Suddenly from a settlement road there appeared at a full run a most magnificent horse, and with a rider—a most beautiful young lady—who sat the horse as if born to the saddle. I never saw a lovelier sight. Halting in front of our regiment she inquired for Jackson. One of our officers knew her and gave her the desired information, and then off she went to our rear, riding like the celebrated John Gilpin. "That is Belle Boyd," said the officer who had directed her, "and you may just as well get ready for a fight,-for it won't be long before you will see her and Jackson pass to the front, and then you may look out." Sure enough, very soon here they came, and as they passed us the command was passed up the line to load and then to "double quick." We were soon at Fort Royal, where we surprised and captured the troops stationed there. It afterwards was told that Belle Boyd had been in and around Fort Royal for a day or two, and having found out everything necessary 'for Jackson to know that she had started out to find him and give the information which enabled him to swoop down on them and take them in. From Fort Royal to Winchester we saw' her a few times on the march A FAMOUS stONt It Wit* ltiilit.~wreii Pemtehil intetHt and How it Hjr.jrfiU Iti n «re»t ttuttle. Rev. Benjamin L. Agriew> pastor of the Bethlehem Presbyteriati Church, corner Broad and Diainond streets! recently mentioned a fact Which may be known to few, and will be of interest to many. "Fifty years before the war," he said, "my father, Smith Agnew, lived with his stepfather, Rev. Dr. Dobbins, in the stone house on the Baltimore pike, a short distance below Gettysburg. At that time he was a lad of seventeen years. He took entire charge of the farm, which in some sections was very stony. One day the thought struck him that these stones could be utilized by gathering them and building with them a stone wall. He enlisted the services of a negro who resided in the vicinity, and together they hauled the stone to the place selected and built the celebrated stone wall whose name will exist while history lasts." Young Agnew built his wall with great care, using large flat stones as binders and filling in with smaller ones, little dreaming at that time what an important place that wall would occupy in the greatest battle of modern times. It was here that Gen. Pickett's division, headed by his valiant Virginians, made its memorable charge, and although it was thrown into confusion by the flanking fire of Stannard'a Vermonters and Doubleday's division, still pressed forward and at last succeeded in" planting a confederate flagon this wall; only, however, to be driven back with the loss of nearly three- quarters of its number by the Sixty- ninth, Seventy-first and Seventy-second Pennsylvania volunteers under Gen. Hancock. After peace had been proclaimed, Mr. Agnew visited the old homestead and found the old stone wall standing in almost as good condition as when it had been built—Philadelphia Press. INSPIRATION OF SONG. Its Cheering Effect Upon Tired Soldiers During a Wearisome March. A veteran of the civil war, in speaking of the effect of war songs, recently said: "I have been with the column, marching along roads which were muddy, when the men looked like any thing but human beings, as they .crawled along, splashed from head to foot with dirt, their clothing disarranged, jiiheir pantaloons tucked in their stockings, and their heavy brogans laden"' with mud. Some strong- lunged fellow way up at the head of the column would strike up a war song. It might be 'Tramp, Tramp, Tramp,' or it might be 'John Brown's Body.' In an insttwt he would be joined by others, and soon, away down the long road as far as- the column stretched, a mighty chorus would be going up, while the men would brace up, their eyes brighten and their footsteps lose the weary movement as they kept step to the music. Twenty-five thousand or thirty thousand men stretched out over a long distance in marching, and you can imagine the effect of such a chorus of male voices. Perhaps way off on some parallel road, a mile or two awayj another column would be advancing, and. this, too, would take up the refrain, and the effect be high tened twofold. Those were the days when war songs meant something to the men who sang" them."— Chicago Herald. , either riding with Jackson or some of his staff. After the capture of Winchester we pushed on to Martinsburg, twenty-two miles toward the Potomac. We missed her when we left Winches, ter. Arriving at Martinsburg we formed a line of battle and threw out skir-r mishors and were gradually closing in on the place. A slight skirmish fight was going on when we, heard ap unusual commotion in the direction of the town, and soon we caught sight of a lady on' horseback, coming like a cyclone towards us, A lot of Yankee cavalry were pursuing her, and the bullets from their carbines made music in the air, We expected every jninute to see her shot off her horse, but she never halted or slacked her speed. As she my head rubbed. I want some, clothes You see, packing in such warm work I decided to put on these old thingi and just slippers; You must give m< shoes, too, and—oh, I 8 h a n miss thai boat.' " 4 My dear madam'— "'Oh, don't you understand?' sb; shrieked: 'I have packed everytbing- everything. The clean clothes I latt out, and my traveling dress, and every thing. They are a}! packed—and gon< •"i-gone, I forgot I.had all these tbin« n, Q v i * ^ • -»-*"•• - I packed ^verythingtever? } \? ^ *°' ceTwa , 8 toc > stron £ f « «* lohn ill* tSSEl, !£ t <?.;« t tack, i |or. Jackson immediately . neared us we recognized her as Belle Boyd, and directing our fire on her pursuers we caused them to turnback, Again sl>e inquired for Jackson, but Maj. Harry Douglas, of Jackson's stan, had already seen her, and togeth^, er they went to the rear. I suppose she must have told Jackson that calls, say I'm out, no is not my "You would, then, if it were?" »«I don't say that." "Well, then, I am thirsty; give me a glass of water." is the well, and an iron Onee njojt Jie took up the this time.it dropped from h fcand, lor a, j»au? of arms wejra ]WS neck: afld $ W O clear, looked lovingly & his, whi that was sweetest to bin) **W3MJn yqu were rich I thing, and John is at the wharf now and with the chUddrenf rani their grand mother's, and you wUl not help me.' "She went completely U»tp hysteria right Jn my hallway poor little woman She was a good deaf smaller than I but J fixed her up. J wonder what Johl •aid when he saw h$r."— jj, Y. Sun, ''So your first Ipye warrted a doctor, MYea, she seemed cut pi»t for a doo tor's wife." '*In what way?" *'Oh, I don't know What gave me that Impression, save for the fact that J was IM>t » doctor. "-~K, %, Truth. — Brigs- u Yott know that old suit of •One? J &old it for ^ u dollars to-day." Gr'-ljQW «H - ,...., ...... Jackson immediately withdrew all of his forces and left the town, going in the direction of Harper's Ferry. Belle was never seen in our army again. After we left the valley she returned to her home near Mar- tin,sburg and shortly after she was captured by^tfee Yankees and carried a prisoner to Washington. After a long captivity she was sent south an<} was SB, nt by our governor on a secret mission to Europe. Taking passage on a blockade runner, the vessel was captured and wilfc it Belle Boyd. A Lieut Harding, of the captors, was very kind to Belle in he* captivity, and they were afterwards married- He dying not long after, Bell* married some one else, and divorced and again married—the timo marrying an actor. Sin<?e the . last marriage tfeey hay* bees playing Uiditf ere nt a&4 y«rf,ed success, "" WAIFS FOR OLD WARRIORS. THERE are eighty-twb national cemeteries in the United States, and they have 327,179 graves, about one-half of which are marked "unknown." A. M. HENBY owns a farm upon which the first battle of Bull Run was fought, and owned it at the time of the fight. He was away from home at the time, but his mother was, kilted in her bed by a shell from a federal battery. GEN. ISAAC BUBBELL, who,served in the civil war as a member of the Forty-second Massachusetts regiment, was forced to yield his sword to the confederates at Galveston, Tex., in 1882. He has recently received word from a southerner that present possessor oi the sword would like to return it to him. CHABLES D. RQBEBTSOK, the seaman who saved many lives by throwing a hissing confederate shell overboardif rom the gun-deck of the Hartford in April, 1863, now lives in Baltimore. For this act of bravery Admiral Farragut made special mention of him in his report and congress voted him a me'dal, The medal is the size of a 830 gold: piece and Mr. Robertson is proud of it, Gov. SIMON BOUVAB BUCKNBB, of Kentucky, is a well preserved specimen of the southern general,, is tall and straight, and carries his sixtyfeight years lightly. He was the commanding officer who surrendered Fort Donelson to Gen. Grant in February -4803 his superiors, Floyd and Pillc-wi ''waking their escape before their capitulation. It was to Gen, B,uekner thafc'Gen, Grant directed his farapusdispateljcalk ing for the unconditional surrender of the big fort. ,; GEN. DOT^EB'S ylto wns nyltb, him most of-the time during tfce waWand he says: "Thus I had the a4van$ag<M>ver most pf my brother commanding generals in the field in having an advisor, faithful and true, olear-headed, conscientious and conservative, whose conclu* sions opuld always be trusted. In the mere |»ttita.ry movements, altho^«gh.« she took f»U note, she never interfered by a suggestion, fpj« in regard to them I relied upon the opinions of my valued aooojnpUshed and efficient staff, fytift kP»fifSTW#t says that on one o| only way b# eoulj get rest pae to U« down on the ground while the column was passiog, and td«ep tor m &OHT o* SO* faff "WpiCQ' weiFfit coining Old Georgia oraalrarJi ^'iU H ^iiuai.ua

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