lly he would write a letter which would interest him. It appears by the paper referred to that the lieutenant succeeded.
The uncle and his family are in mourning for another martyr gone — the hero of heroes and the universally beloved.
Lieutenant DuBarry, topographical engineer, has just been promenading the line of tents in his nightshirt, with a club, in search of some scoundrel, supposed to be the Adjutant, who has stuffed his bed with stove-wood and stones.
Wilson, on seeing the ghostly apparition approach, breaks into song:
Meet me by moonlight alone, And there I will tell you a tale.
Lieutenant Orr, commissary of subsistence, coming up at this time, remarks to DuBarry that he is surprised to see him take it so coolly, whereupon the latter, notwithstanding the chilliness of the atmosphere, and the extreme thinness of his dress, expresses himself with very considerable warmth.
Patterson, a clerk, and as likely to be the offender as any one, now joins the party, and
Colonel Moody, Seventy-fourth Ohio, has resigned.
This afternoon I received orders to be in readiness to move at a moment's notice.
The days now give us a specimen of the four seasons.
At sunrise it is pretty fair winter for this latitude.
An hour after, good spring; at noon, midsummer; at sunset, fall.
Flies are too numerous to mention even by the million.
They come on drill at 8 A. M., and continue their evolutions until sundown.
Wilson, Orr, and DuBarry are indisposed.
My castiron constitution holds good.
As a rule, I take no medicine or medical advice.
In a few instances I have acceded to the wishes of my friends, and applied to the doctors; but have been careful not to allow their prescriptions to get further than my vest pocket.
The colt has just whinnied in response to another horse.
He is in fine condition; coat as sleek and glossy as that of a bridegroom.
Yesterday I rode him on drill, anil the little scamp got into a quarr