to draw an outline of the person and character of this brave gentleman-Captain Mountjoy-many readers, we are sure, would derive pleasure from the perusal of our sketch.
Never was a braver heart than his-never a more refined and admirable breeding.
Gallantlooking, cool, courteous, with his calm sad face overshadowed by the drooping hat with its golden cord; wearing sword and pistol like a trained cavalryman; not cast down by reverses, not elated by success — a splendid type of the great Mississippi race from which he sprung, and a gentleman every inch of him.
Mountjoy's was a face, a figure, and a bearing which attracted the eyes of all who admire in men the evidences of culture, resolution, and honour.
But this is not the place to record the virtures of that brave true heart, gone now with many others to a land where war never comes.
We proceed to record the incident which we have referred to.
It occurred, as we have said, in November, 1864, and the scene was a mansion perch