hange 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.)
Colonel Taylor and I rode over to General Rousseau's this morning.
Returning, we were joined by Colonel Nicholas, Second Kentucky; Colonel Hobart, Twenty-first Wisconsin, and Lieutenant-Colonel Bingham, First Wisconsin, all of whom took dinner with me. We had a right pleasant party, but rather boisterous, possibly, for the Sabbath day.
There is at this moment a lively discussion in progress in the cook's tent, between two African gentlemen, in regard to military affairs.
Old Hason says: Oh, hush, darkey!
Buckner replies: Yer done no what'r talkin‘ about, nigger.
I'll bet yer a thousand doll
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