pistols in his belt.
He has a sweetheart — for Lieutenant- Colonel — enters into his hero's most private affairs-who makes love to Union officers, and leads them into the toils of the remorseless Mosby.
That individual exclaims in moments of excitement, Confusion!
after the universal fashion of Confederate States officers in the late war; and in order to make the history of his life a full and comprehensive one, the minutest particulars are given of his well known scheme to burn the city of New York--a brilliant idea, exclusively belonging to this celebrated bandit, who is vividly represented in a cheap woodcut as pouring liquid phosphorus on his bed at the Astor House.
This biographical work is profusely illustrated, beautifully bound in a yellow paper cover, and the price is only ten cents.
It may be said that this is, after all, a species of literature, socalled, such as no person of character or intelligence ever reads.
Such is doubtless the truth in regard to Lieutenant-