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of the Bishop of Pennsylvania) is a grave, pleasant-looking man, known for his coolness and courage.
He is always very neatly dressed in the full uniform of a brigadier-general.
His Headquarters are now at the house where he took two of the cannon.
You ought to see it!
It is riddled with bullets like the cover of a pepper-box.
In a great oak by his tent a cannon-ball has just buried itself, so that you can see the surface under the bark.
In a few years the wood will grow over it, and there it will perhaps remain to astonish some wood-cutter of the future, when the Great Rebellion shall have passed into history.
This was a brave day for Burnside.
He fought in the middle of the day, with some gain, and just before evening Ledlie's division attacked and took a third line, beyond the one taken by Potter.
This could have been held, I think, but for the idea that we were to advance still more, so that preparations were made to push on instead of getting reserves in position to support the advanced force.
The enemy, however, after dark, concentrated and again drove out our troops, who fell back to the work taken by Potter in the morning; and so ended the anniversary of Bunker Hill.
In the attack of that evening, Major Morton, Chief Engineer of the 9th Corps, was killed — a man of an eccentric disposition, but of much ability.
He was son of the celebrated ethnologist, whose unrivaled collection of crania is now in the Philadelphia Academy.
June 18, 1864
A general attack was planned for an early hour, so Headquarters, which had lain down late, had scarce a chance to turn over once before it was routed out again, just at daylight.
The General was in a tearing humor.
(I don't think anybody felt any too pleasant.) “Lyman, you are behind time!”
I had the satisfaction of stepping out, all dressed, 