t he considered to be the line of duty, our admiration for him is scarcely less than that we entertain for Jean Val Jean.
The Columbus (Ohio) Journal, of late date, under the head of Arrivals, says: General John Beatty has just married one of Ohio's loveliest daughters, and is stopping at the Neil House.
Good for the General.
This is a slander.
I trust the paper of the next day made proper correction, and laid the charge, where it belongs, to wit: on General Samuel.
If General Sam continues to demean himself in this youthful manner, I shall have to beg him to change his name.
My reputation can not stand many more such blows.
What must those who know I have a wife and children think, when they see it announced that I have married again, and am stopping at the Neil with one of Ohio's loveliest daughters?
What a horrible reflection upon the character of a constant and faithful husband!
(This last sentence is written for my wife.)
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rival quite a number of them had been bathing.
The outposts of the two armies appear still to be on friendly terms.
Yesterday, a soldier said to me, one of our boys crossed the river, talked with the rebs for some time, and returned.
The band is playing Yankee Doodle, and the boys break into an occasional cheer by way of endorsement.
There is something defiant in the air of Doodle as he blows away on the soil of the cavliers, which strikes a noisy chord in the breast of Uucle Sam's nephews, and the demonstrations which follow are equivalent to Let'er rip, Go in old boy.
Colonel Hobart's emphatic expression is egad.
He told me to-day of a favorite horse at home, which would follow him from place to place as he worked in the garden, keeping his nose as near to him as possible.
His wife remarked to him one day: Egad, husband, if you loved me as well as you do that horse, I should be perfectly happy.
Are you quite sure sure Mrs. Hobart said egad, Colonel?