with Scripture and prayer, I buried seventy of the best and bravest of my brigade, placed side by side in the long trenches that were their common grave.
And that fight at Peach Tree Creek, above Atlanta, where, of our 1,230 that went in, but 650 came out. Ah!
how often, as we entered those fields of slaughter, looking along our devoted ranks, the pathos and power of those lines, in which a master of words commemorates Waterloo, thrilled my soul as prophecies of that awaiting us:
And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves Dewy with Nature's tear-drops, as they pass Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass, Which now beneath them but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valor rolling on the foe, And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal sound
ter from the upper stratum, which does not attain so high a level, passes up through the outer pipe to aa; by this means, should the water from the lower stratum be pure and that from the upper impure, the former may be brought up and discharged separately without being mingled with or contaminated by the former.
Both these streams are used for supplying the canal basin at St. Ouen, which is above the level of the Seine.
The well at Calais is 1,138 feet, and that at Douchery, in the Ardennes, France, 1,215 feet, in depth.
The English wells are of less depth, varying from 70 or 80 to 620 feet. The fountains in Trafalgar Square, London are supplied by wells of this kind, 393 feet deep.
Those of London are all in the chalk, and it is believed that by deeper boring, so as to reach either the upper or lower green-sand formations, a more ample supply of water could be obtained.
The essential apparatus for boring as generally practiced consists of an auger or borer attached to rods
al as of distant thunder.
It was the first gun of the war. Defiant Sumter was besieged.
On the 12th of April, 1865, I heard the echoes of the last.
Such a lovely season it was!
We can all remember how the trees budded and the flowers bloomed that fateful spring.
As regiment after regiment filed along the road, under the boughs where early birds were singing, past our temporary home in Chatham county, North Carolina, my eyes grew dim, and my heart ached recalling those lines:
And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops, as they pass; Weeping, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning braves.
Scarcely two months before most of them had been transported southward, in box-cars or on flats in the cruelest weather, to reinforce Johnston, and keep back the advancing enemy—a puny dyke against a rushing, overwhelming flood.
Now they plodded wearily back, the foe following, to lay down their well-used arms at Hillsboro.
t Proclamation to his fatted constituency, appealing to them to fill up the twenty nine skeleton regiments now lingering for completion in that State says:
"The late disaster at Manassas, serious as it was in many respects to the rebels, has added to their audacity and insolence.
Encouraged by apparent success, they have augmented their forces and enhanced the necessity for vigilance and power at Washington, in Western Virginia and in Missouri."
This is one of the best joke of the season.--One could hardly imagine it possible that a swineherd could display so lively a wit. But we see that he is also tragic.
In the same proclamation he grunts a terrible threat at the rebels, as follows:
"The only condition upon which negation can be tolerated is the complete surrender of the rebels to the national government, and an unqualified return of their allegiance to its supreme authority."
The "great boar of Ardennes" could hardly have assumed a more ferocious attitude.