0® DOLLAR PER ANNUM iNVARIABLY IN ADVANCE. TOWANDA: Thursday Morniag, December 26, 1861. Shlttttb soetrj. AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A MAD DOG. With Notes, Suppositious, Emendations, and Variations, bv JOHN A. XAFBS, EFQ ., sometimes called JACE A. JIVM Good people all, of every sort, Give ear uute my song ; And if you Bud it wondrous short, I cannot hold you long. In Washington there was a man,* Of *rh im the world might say, That still a goodly -ace he ran Whene'er he went to pray.f A kind and gentle heart he had To comfort friends and foes ; The naked every day lie clad— When he pnt on his clothes. J And in that town a dog|| was found, As many dogs there lie. Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And ems of low degree. Tin's do g and man at first were friends, But when a pique began, The dog, to gain his private ends, Went mad and bit the mau.§ Around front all the neighboring strectslT The wondering neighbors ran. And -wore the dog had lost his wits To bile so good a man. The wound it seemed both sore and sad To every Christian eye. And while they sw ire the'dog was mad, They swore the nun would die.At B it soon a wonder came to light That showed the rogues they lied— The man recovered of the bile. The dog it was that died. •This man is our dear old Uncle Sara, a good old fellow in the main. ■fVariation—" Would alWayf work anl iVariation—" With ootu>n*under clothe-.' 'lt no* known wh.it ilog w meant here : many think iL.it President Buchanan i- without doubt alluded to, but they lorgot the cluiu of Eiojd. The question at this An' dav will have to lie left in doubt. Had the author -aid nh'l h und 110 doubt would exist—" enre of low de gree however, would include a 1 secession. ■Vine dojr crppt Dp an. sn<-akin-lv hit I n e Sam deep. " Evidently a misprint. It should lie States ; but we do not like til take lihert - with the writing of others. aud leave the line without altfi-atii 11. tgi'u lt several different Loudon Timts, aud other Kind " Iriends in council." .Sflcctcb £ a 11. 3S Mm A STORY OF WHEAT BETHEL. BY M. A DEXISOX. CHAPTER I. " Ther J is only oue man in the American irmy that 1 care about sliootiug, tiad to kill liitn 1 would risk tuy life." This speech made bitterly strong by ac cent and a suppressed voice ; was uttered by a young man aho satin military undress at the breakfast table of a southern planter. I'ale and sallow, with strongly marked features and alack eyes, he presented a fair contrast to the fair skinned, sunny haired wife he had won fruin the North. Though a young man. Lieu tenant Marks was addicted to many vices.gatn biiug and love of strong drink being not the least among liietn. " And pray who may that be. Lieutenant?'' asked his host, a slender, swartbrowued man. You don't kuow him, uncle, have never in aii probability heard me mention his name, it is (Irebie of the army. He was at West Paint with me, and if ever I hated a man it *as him. He offered me a deadly insult once. Hid would neither fight nor apologize. I told am then 1 would have satisfaction sooner or "tier, and now it is my time " " Wouldn't fight, cb ? coward, then, was I k ?" O, of course—explained it all away on je >core of religious principle. Religions fid die-ticks ! he was just going to be married, M didn't want his precious life cut short " " Ye that's the way with those Yankees," M the uuele with an oath " The most Went set of liars, slanderers, ruffians, cowards •od humbugs that ever existed. I hate the '-7 fames of the pale canting sneaks. O, it *ould do me good to see a hundred out of ev "! hang up, auother hundred shot and quartered, aud the rest put where they ought to have been long ago, uuder the whip. I d-'test the whole race—l beg your pardon Mrs. j -l' 4r ks— l had entirely forgotteu your Nor lOern proclivities." My wife has forgotteu them herself," said !, ' e J-'duteiiaiit in a harsh, quick voice, cast - on awfu! glance towards her, in which was "threat. "She always, I belive, professed * o the South. She is a Northern womau , Southern principles, or she would uever become my wife." 1n re was a faint look of scoro on the fea , a -light curl of the lip that would have grayed muck to a close ooserver of both ■rratid unhappiuess in the countenance of -She did manage to say with some 'f usion of spirit in her voice—" If I were 1 no loyal to the North, I should not dare , rure-s my sentiments with any kind of kou don't allow liberty of Rpeech t A terrible frowu darkened the Lieutenant's f" r a moment as he east a glance towards which she avoided. f rJ- }'is, we allow liberty of speech on the 1 wile, suiiJ their host, laughing. " But un ' me w h p re this Greble is, aud who ?" Be is at present iu command of a bat ? at Fortress Monroe," said Lieutenant r ' s - excitedly. " They are rapidly increas '-heir forces there." " he a New Yorker ?" j, - a Pbiladelphiau. He is a fellow 4 mup h of by hit superior officers, nd of the ladie®,'" he added with a lo crowj all lie is mighty moral.'' ' THE BRADFORD REPORTEft. "So he ia in Fortress Monroe. I hear that one Gen. Butler, a Yankee lawyer, ha, ha ! is depnted to take that post. I fancy him a lean, long slabsiaed fellow with a hook ed nose and a nasal accent, I expect I should split my sides with laughing to see one of their regiments." " Perhaps yon will have that opportnoity," said Kate Marks demurely. The fire smould ered in her eyes and a red spot touched ei ther cheek, but her voice was calm, her lips were smiling " Perhaps ; who knows ! By Jove ! I'd give two of my best negroes to see a field cov ered with Northern troops.—To tell the tiuth there is nothing martial about them ; those I have seen. Who could expect it when they come from the lapstone and the forge." " I beg to remind you that you may not have seen all our northern soldiers," said Kate Marks, as quietly as before. " Kate, take care !" exclaimed her hnsband, the latent ferocity of hi nature bursting out " By the heavens above ns, if a member of my family has one spark of sympathy for the North I'll find away to qnench it." " Don't be harsh or Mrs. Marks. It's aeon founded shame she should be northern by pirth. The southern regine just suit her bearing and beauty. She would make a fine court lady now." CHAPTER 11. " Kate, yon must be careful how you talk here," said Lieutenant Marks, entering his wife's sitting room a few hoars afterward.— Kate sat on a low seat, most exquisitely at tired. A white lace dress over an nnder robe of pale blue. The hair confirmed now by a silver net, took on a few gleams of the sun. and glittered whenever she moved it. A soft flush touched her chteks, and she seemed inte it up on the volume she was reading, the young wife looked up slowly from her book. " Will you repeat what you said ?" she remarked coolly. " I tell you, you must be careful how you talk in this house," he exclaimed more excited ly than before. " O, certainly," she replied in a calm unmov ed tone. " Perdition take you apathy," he exclaimed. " What in—(and he nut let me tell you if worse conies to worse, I'd whip my wife into submission as soon as I would tnv niggers." " You are a brave man Lieutenant Marks," No language can descrbe the cool irony of her words The man to whom they were uttered grew still darker with suppressed passion. " And a soldier !" she added, with marked emphasis. He strode toward her, clenching his hands till they were purple She sprang from her seat, tor one moment changing into dame she almost shrieked : ( " And a traitor 1 now touch me if you dare." He fell back awed by her manner, bat fu rious with the hot rage tugging at his bosom. '• Fool that I was !" he muttered, "to think to crush out the inborne baseness of the Yankees. Take care Kate—there are other ways, and I'll subdue that proud spirit of ; yours if I loose my soul for it." He turned to leave the room, but at that moment a childish voice was heard along the passage. The tone was sweet as music, but the cry kindled the Are in the heart of the sicesdonist to a fiercer heat. " Hoorah or the 6tars and stripes !" " Who taught that to the child ?" he shout ed with a fierce glance. The mother looked troubled, almost fright ened, as agaiu resounded through the hall the rich clear tones. " Hooah for the stars and stripes !"' Another moment and a glorious vision ap peared A boy of some five summers exceed ingly beaut fu!, his light curls vailing the rounded throat and dimpled shoulders, and in bis hand a small American flag, which he waved with the exultant shont, " Iloorah for the stripes and stars," almost in his father's face. "Give me that, sir 1" exclaimed the Lieu teuaut. The boy put on bis metel by the qniek, in dignant voice, laughing rouguisbly, but held the flag behiud him. " I tell you to give me that eursed flag ?" cried the man, his face more and more stem, his eyes more glowing. " No, no, Willie want it," replied the child. " It's Willies flag. Hoorah for the stripes and stars !'' and he sprang to his mother's side, " Don't you dare to say that again," caid the Lieutenant. " Yes I will," cried the child definaptly. "O, Wille, say uo—it is naughty, Willie," pleaded his mother The boy looked up half subdued by her tearful eyes, but he at the same time caught sight ola small lasn which his father produced. Immediately he straight ened himself up, the Southern blood grew hot iu his little veins. " So, you will, will you ?" exclaimed the Lieuteuaut, catching at the flag aud rend ing it iu a thosaud pieces, " you will, will you ?" " Yes I- will I" cried the boy unshrink iugly. " O, husband, don't whip him.' " I'll beat every drop of Yankee biood out PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY AT TOWANDA, BRADFORD COUNTY, PA., BY E. 0. GOODRICH. of bis veins, cried the savage, his brain heat ed by the potations be had swallowed since morning. " Now, sir—are you sorry for what you said !" " Say yes, Willie,' whispered the trem bling woman. " No I was the fiercer response. Down came the whip on the fare arms of the boy. His lips grew white, but bis eyes were tearless. " Say yon hate that ; say you are sorry yon touched it." " No, no—l won't.' Twice, thrice the lash decended. " Stop, husband j the child doo't know what he says. Stop and let me reason with him." " Let you reason with him !—From you he got his iufarnel Yankee stubbornness." He seized the child firmly by the arm, and brutally pushing his wife aside, he dragged him after him. Kate following, was cut short by the sudden shutting of a door and a bolt drawn on the other side. " O, my child," criod the suffering woman, " he will kill him—he knows no mercy, my Willie—my darling. Oh! aui I not sufficient ly punished, my Father ?" Suddenly came the piercing shrieks of the child and souud of blows, CHAPTER M. Flying from the room Kate sought egress by another door,but that also the brave soldier had uoi forgotten to lock, and throwing her self upon her knees the agonized mother wept in wild, ungovernable sorrow. Not long after the Lieutenant returned ' I've whipped the devil out of him ' he said brutally ; ' now you can go and see hirn. Aud mind, none of yoar infernal nonsense by kissing aud coaxing, and encouraging his damned in subordination I'd have shot a man in my ranks that would have said half that boy Das ' He was silenced by the look she gave him.— Those glaring eyes and set teeth told what she might expect in defence of her child. Flving through the now open door, she ran np stairs almost with the swiftness of wings, and enter ed the room where the Lieuteant had conquer ed bis boy. With a great but tearless sob she flew to the couch upon which he lay extended his little cheeks so rosy before, now quite color less, his eyes swolen and circled with deep hues of purple. He faintly sighed and smiled,while she, bunding above him, clasped him wildly in her arms, crying, ' Oh, Lord, how long 7 'Mamma—papa—beat me—as he beat black Bill I' and the little lips quivered, the big tears rolled down his cheeks, while sob after sob, so continuous that they seemed ready to burst his little heart came up from his bosom. ' My precious one, your teuder body—oh ! my darling, why didn't you mind papa, then he wouldn't have beat you.' ' I did say it—be can't stop me,' exclaimed the child, his weak voice growing stronger— ' I would say it, if he killed me,' he cried, stop ping bissobsand tears. Such language from a child astouished his mother. ' Won't you tell mother who gave you the flag, darling !' ' Yes I'll tell you. I found it up in the gar riet, At old Ben told me to hurrah for the stars and stripes. But pa would have killed him, wouldu't he V ' My brave, heroic boy !'cried his mother, lifting him again to her bosom. After some moments of soothing, poor Willie sank into a troubled slumber. Kate sat watching him at the window near by, when the sound of horses feet were suddeuly heard breaking the sileuce. In another moment a mounted trooper appear and was bailed from one of the windows be low. ' Work on hand,' cried the trooper excited ly. 'We are ordered down to the Junction immediately.' ' I'll be there,' was the ready response, and soon oue of the servants appeared leading two horses. The Lieuteuaut and his uucle mount ed. 'There'll be hot work, I expect/ said the trooper. " I hope so,' responded Lieatenant Murks, who was half maddened by bis strong pota tions. ' I hope we shall wipe out every bloody Union man. War to the knife, that's my cry;' and tbey were off. An hour passed by, and a slave come into the room where Kute still watched by her boy to inform her that supper was ready. ' Ben,' said Kate to the slave, ' why didn't Martha come V ' Oh, Missus, I come cause I wished for to beg pardon of young massa, au'o' yon too.— 'Pears as if I get into trouble too serious in my old age. 'Deed, I wasn't thinking any harm when 1 tole Willie to harrah for tie stars aud stripes. O, I's a poor unfortinit nigga, honey, for to bring snffrin on young massa Willie ' ' It was as you say very unfortunate,' said Kate, 'and you may thank Willie for not tell ing of you. 1 am not sure but Mr. Marks would have shot you if be had fouud you out.' The slave kissed his little master aud retir ed. CHAPTER IV. ' Ila, ba ! yes, I settled him, and I'll settle more before long.' ' Hang 'em np, I say, or shoot 'em down—no quarters to the dogs. I'd kill a dying man if I thought him a traitor to the Sooth.' 'So would I, aud glory in it, too. Did yon bear what they did with Steele I' ' No —what was it ?' ' Cut off his ears, nnd hnng him np with his knees bent double, in sight of water. Every time he groaned with thirst they would at him to know if he would support the secessionists, but he was pluck to the end. Too bad he couldn't have been on our side ; we want such men.' 'And there was Goodrich—born in the North somewhere, "Vermont, 1 believe, he had the foolbardiness to declare himself a Union man and the stubborness to stick to it. We hunted him op one night last week, and where do you think we found bim? Why snuggly tucked np like a child put to bed without his supper in broad daylight. The way we routed bim,bow- " RE9ARDLESS OF DENUNCIATION FROM ANT QUARTER." ever wasn't slow. He didn't care for himself, however, only the women folks. His wife and two daughters pleaded for him. Well,we ask ed him if he would be true to the South ? ' What! and a traitor to my country ?' says he. 'Shall I, wife ? Shall I, daughters V and the blabbering fools said, ' no.' ' I hope you shot them all.' ' Oh, no ; we let the women a,lone, but told him he must make tracks within ten hours so he left. But our boys got uneasy befory tbey neared the wharf, and nothing must do but they must hang him, so hang hitn tbey did.' ' Good ! and his family think he has escap ed ?' ' Ob, yes—or not dead some one may hare told them by this time—but, curse bis stab born temper, it was his own fault, a word would have saved him.' ' Hang 'em and shoot 'em say I—l would not trust a Yankee on his oath.' So said Lieutenant Marks. It was at the table of his uncle that the jolly crew were seated, furnishing their horrible incidents of the reign of terror now invading' our fair coun try. There were six officers beside the host, and they seemed to have conclu Jed the busi ness for which they had assembled, by the ap pearance of the board which was being laid for a dinner of no ordinary style. At length the repast was ready and they sat down. 4 Here's to the confusion of old Lincoln the beggar, and may he have tho honor of dying by the hand of a concealed Southern.' This was receivedjwith shouts of ' bravo!' and re sponded to by a renegade Northerner, who, to win a pair of yellow shoulder knots had betray ed his country. Another was given : 'Here's to the base-born shoemakers of the old coun try ; we measure their chivalry by their soles?' 'There's your aid, Colonel, galloping like a mad man ' ' News ! news !' and they awaited his com ing in silence. A slender bailt young man, some twenty years of age, came iuto the room, and handed a paper to his superior officer. ' All right ' was the reply. ' Boys, one par ting glass and then for business. Our battery is completed, our artillery mounted, our pre seuce is required. Now let's drink confusion to the euetny —may their greatest be a retreat hip, hip, and a 'umultuous huzza filled the room. ' Information has been received, we learn from a spy, that the enemy, whirb meaus old Yankee Butler and his runaway, half starved volunteers, are aware of our vicinity, and we are spoiling for a fight. Before morning I promise you Big Bethel, and the long-legged Northerners shall see such a victory on our side as they uever wituessed before. Come on.' ' May the fiends give me my wish,' murmur ed Lieutenant Marks I'd sell myself to Satan to have one clear shot at Greble, if he is in this eugagemeut.' Meantime, in the darkness of the night the soldiers sent from the Fortress were marching wearily along their only rest that of waiting for the snrf boats ; and for thirteen long miles, foot sore and weary, they poshed their toil some way, animated by the hope of a speedy encounter with the enemy that had so long evaded them. Adv aucing in order upon Little Bethel, they were suddenly thrown iuto great confusion by a volley of musketry in the rear. 'The euemy are upon us—they are cutting off our reserve 1' exclaimed the Colonel. The order was given like lightning for a counter march—and the men wearied as they were with their long tranp I tnrned and ran in double quick time for the distance of three miles.— Ilere they were met by an aid : ' Gornl God 1' exclaimed Whittemore, who heard the words,' our troops have been firing into each other! Ascertain if many have been killed.' ' The matter occupied but a short space of time,' wus the reply ; * it is hoped that the loss is not great.' Orders were now given for an immediate ad vance upon Great Bethel—and again thefoot sore troops accomplished their march makiog in all twenty-four miles, then to find an enemy located in a strong position and able to poor in a raking fire. Lieutenant Greble had mean time given some parting words to a friend, an officer near whom he stood. ' Where is the commanding officer ?' he ask ed, seeing the confusion that at the first terri ble fire prevailed. 'Why were not scouts sent ahead? We shall be Bhot down like dogs.— However—if I die, may my country profit by my death. Farewell beloved, —he murmured nnder his breath, as a thought reverted to the young wife he had left at home—' and now for victory or death.' For two hours the brave man worked at his guns. Here and there the offi cers passed him, crying out 'for God's sake, re treat, Greble, your position is just the one for a sure soht.' ' It is not my time to retreat,' he replied. ' At least,'cried Lieutenant Butler, 'take the same care of yourself that others do—your life is as valuable as theirs ; dodge the balls as they do.' ' I never dodge I' shouted the glorious sol dier, ' when I hear the notes of the bugle sounding a retreat, I shall retreat, and not before.' CHAPTER v. "We are picking them off bravely,"remark ed one of the rebels, whose glass was leveled in the direction of Col. Duryea's regiment; aud aa be spoke, he drew down his glass and refreshed himself with brandy from a pocket flask. " How do we get on?" enquired Lieutenant Marks, whose blaokeued face aud hands prov ed that he had not been idle in the fight. " I think they will retreat," returned the other, " they can't bear so much blood shed on one side much longer. They have been in a panic two or three times, aud they seem very busy there bearing off their dead and wounded. By heaveu 1 how we did bew them down.— This will be a brilliant victory, Marks." " Not to me," muttered the Lieutenant, re vengefully, " unless I meet the enemy and s'ay bim." " There's an officer just stepped upon a log !of wood," shouted a rebel drummer boy.— Lend me your gun." " There's a brave lad," said the first speak er. " A promotion if you bring him down." " Done," cried the boy, a gleam of savage joy brightened his eye—and as our brave Win throp fell, a shout arose in the rebel camp. " That's a cool fellow," said one of the offi j cers. " He'll silence all our guns, if we don't drive him off. Marks, come here and sight this man —the one there, working that cannon— you are the best marksman here." " Let me see the fellow," responded Lieut. Marks, lifting his glass. " Ab, ha !" he yell ed, with a cry of savage exultation, " why didn't yoa tell me of this thing ? quick, before he has time to limber up his gun—it looks as if he was about it, no time to be lost—l'll sight him as if the devil was at my elbow." The fatal ball sped on—another cry from Lieut. Marks that souuded like a yell, and so perfectly iufernal in its character that the of ficers crowded in a body to see what had been done. " Only a field officer," said a captain. " lie silenced all our our guns but one, at any rate," remarked another. "B7 George I what an aim ; Marks ought to have a silver medal. Ha I they are retreating, they re treat." " Keep up your fire, men," shouted Marks, as with demoniac glee, he sprang from point to point. " Give them h lon all sides— that's it." " But they are bearing off their dead." " Fire, fire ! as if they were rotten sheep— no matter for their dead ; I've had mv revenge —that's the way, boys. Soch a glorious feast as we'll have ou top of this ! We'll eat with an appetite." And then was consumated the unexampled atrocities of an attack upon helpless, wouiided soldiers, their surgeons and their sorrowing brothers in arm 9. Shall not this be remem bered in the days when our national accounts are settled ? " They are all gone," said Lieut Marks, re conoitering. " Boys, meet me as many as can at Yorktown, aud a feast shall crown our vic tory. I'm going to see how matters look If they had left Greble," he mattered to himself —" but—ah ! this was the hand that ended his life. I have made good my threat." Slowly in the distance the wagon conveying the bleeding soldiers to the fortress, while Lieut. Marks, preceding the rest, hastily mark ed the bodies that lay exposed. Turning over an officer whom he supposed to be dead, there followed a tremer of life—the dull eyes open ed—the breath began to labor. Suddenly, as if endowed with tuperhnman strength, the wounded man sprang to his feet—and bis dy ing glance fell on the distinguished marks of the rebel officer he drew his revolver with a motion like lightning. Three balls penetrated the traitor's base heart. Greble was aveDged, and Satan bad claimed his own He was borne off by his sorrowing compan ions, while the body of him whose last act had baen that of retribution, was exposed to insult and degraded by a heartless burial. Mrs. Marks heard of ber husband's death without a sigh. Disposing of her property, she and her boy eame to the North, where she now awaits with you aud me the termination oi this great struggle for the Union—its stars and stripes. EXPAND THE CHEST. —Those in easy circum stances, or who pursue sedentary indoor em ployment, use their lungs but little, breathe but little fresh air into their chest, and thus, independent of position, contract a wretched small chest, and lay the foundation of loss and health and beauty. All this can be perfectly obviated by a little attention to the manner of breathing. Recollect that the lungs are like a bladder in their construction, and can be stretched open to doubt their size with perfect safety, giving a noble chest and immunity from consumption. The agent, aud the only agent we require is the air we breathe, supposing, however,that no obstacle exists externally,such as tying it round with stays, or having the shoulder lie upon it. On arising from your bed in the morning, place yourself io an erect position, the shoulders thrown entirely off the chest ; now inhale all the air you can, so that no more can be got in ; now hold your breath, and throw your arms off behind you, holding your breath as long as possible. Repeat these long breaths as often as you please. Doue in a cold room it is much better, because the air is denser aud will act much more powerfully in expaudiug the chest. Exercising the chest in this manner, it will enlarge the capability aud sise of the lungs. THE WATCH OF GEN. WASHINGTON. —We were shown, says the Louisville Journal, a gold watch of the olden time, which is of great valne as a memento of an important event in American history. The watch was a present from Gen. Washington to Gen Lafay ette, and bears the following fnscription on the back of inner case : —" G. Washington to Gilbert Mattiers de Lafayette. Lord Corn wall's capitnlation, Yorktown, December It, 1761.' The watch is of London manufacture and was made in 1760. It i 9 said that the watch was taken to San Francisco from Par is by a Frenchman, who become embarrassed there, and sold it to the present owner for the soui of fifty dollars. A mule passed through San Jose, Cal ifornia, recently, with a foal by her side, which from unquestionable evidence is the actual, le gitimate, bona fide progencv of said mule. One or two instances of this kind are on record, but they are very rare. Henry Clay, we be lieve, owned a mule that brought forth a colt. Another case occurred in Texas some years ago. Never fancy a womans esteem for your character equal to her admiration of your whiskers—if you happen to have nice pair. The foibles of the weak palliate the vices of the wicked. VOL. XXII. —NO. SO. Humorous Letter from the Army. The Boston Post bus the following good ua tored, Mark Taply species of letters from one of its correspondents : QAMP GINPOWOER, ARMY or THE POTOMAC, Nov. 1861.— Dear Messrs. Editors: —Biily Briggs and 1 still remuin in tbe army. The other morning I was standing by bim in cur tent, "ilaud me theru scabbards, Jimmy,' said he. " Scabbards I" said 1, looking round. " Yes, boots, I mean." Billy arrauged himself in his scabbards, a dilapidated pair of fashion able boots, and stood up in a very erect and dignified manner. " Those boots of mine Z don't think were any relation to that beef we had for dinner to-day Jimmy," said he. " No," said I. "If they wore ouly as tough as that beef, and vice versa, it would have been better." " I say, Cradle,"be called out, " where are you ?"' Cradle was our contraband, a genuine darkey, with a foot of extraordinary length and extra heels to match, giving him a quet-r look about these extremities. " What do you call him Cradle for, Billy ?" said I ; " that's a queer name." " what would you call him, Jimmy ? if hcaint a cradle, what is he put ou rockers for ?" Cradle appeared with a pair of perforated stockings. " It's no use," 6aid Billy, looking at them. " Them stockings will do tojput on a soar throat ,|but they won't do for feet. Its a humiliating thing for a man like me to be without stockings ; a man may be bald-headed audit's genteel,but to be bare footed is ruinatiou. The sleevs is good, too," he added, thoughtfully, " but the feet are gone. There is something about the heels of stocking and the elbows of stove pipes iu this world that is all wrong, Jimmy." A supply of stockings had come that day and were just being given ; a paifc of very large ones fell to Billy's lot. Billy held them up before him. "Jimmy," said he, "those are pretty bags to give a littlejfellow like'm. Them stockings was kuit for the l'resideut or a young gorilla, certain;'' and he was about to bestow them upon Cradle, when a soldier in the op posite predicament made an exchange. "Them stockings made me thiuk of the Louisana vol unteer I scared so the other day," said Billv. " How's that ?" Laid I. " lie was among our prisoners and saw a big pair of red leggins with feet, hanging up before a teut. He never said a word till be saw the leggins, and then be asked me what they were for." " Them 1" said I, " them is Ueueral Banks's stockings.— He looked scared. " lie's a big man is Gen. Banks," said I, but theu he ought to be, the way he lives." "How?" said he. "Why,' said I, " his regular diet is bricks buttered with mortar." The next day Billy got a pre sent of a pair of stcckings from a lady ; a nice soft pair,with his initials in red silk upon them, lie was very happy "Jimmy," said he "just look at them," and he smoothed them down with his baud; " marked with my initials, too, 'B' for my Christian and 'W' for my beathcu name. How kind ! They eame just in the right time, too; I've got such a sore heel; for it's a fact, Jimmy, that if there is anything in life worse than unrequited love, it's a sore heel." Orders came to " fail iu." Billy was so over joyed with his new stockings, he didn't know the line very well. " Steady, there !'' growl ed the sergeant, "keep your place and don't be traveling around like u Boston Po6t Office."— We were soon put upon double-qnick. After a few minutes, Billy gave a groan. " What is it, Billey," said I. " It's all up with them,' said he I didn't know what he meant, but his face showed something very bad had hap pened. When we broke ranks, Billy hurried to the tent, and when I got there, there he he stood, the very picture of despair with his shoes off, and his heels shining through his stockings like two crockery door knobs.— " Them new stockings of yours is breech load ing, ain't they, Billy 1' said an unfeeling volun teer. " Better get your name on both ends,so you can keep them together,'' said another.— "Shoddy stockings, Brooks Bros," said a third. Billy was silent; I saw his heart was breaking, and I said nothing. We held a ccuucil on them, and Billy, not feeling-hearted enough for the task, gave them to Cradle,with directions to sew up the small holes. I came into the tent soon after, and he was drawing a portrait with a piece of charcoal,on a board. " That's a good portrait of Fremont," said I, " he looks just like that; that's the way he parts his hair, in the middle." " That isn't a portrait of Fremont " said Billy, it's a map of the United States; that line in the middle yon thought was the part in his hair is the Missis sippi river. " Oh !" said I. I saw hirn again before sup per ; he came to me, looking worse than ever, the stockings in his hand. " Jimmy," said he, " yon know I gave them to Cradle and told him to sow np the small holes,and what do you think he's do: c ? He*? gone and sewed np tho ftearlsV " It*s a hard case, Jimmy," said I, " in such a case tears are almost justifiable." THINGS THAT I HAVE SEEN. —I have seen a farmer build a house so large and fiue that tUo sheriff turned him out of doors. I have seen young men sell a good farm, turn merchant, break, and die in the iusauo hospital. I have seen a farmer travel about so much that there was nothing at home worth looking after. I have seen a rich man's son begin where his father left off -wealthy ; and end where his father began—penniless. I have seen a worthy farmer's son idle away years of the prime of his life in diss'patiau.ftud end his career in the poor bouse. I have seen the disobedience of a son bring down the gray hairs of his father iu sorrow to the grave. The blnsh of true modesty is like the soul of a rose in the heart of a lilly. I©- We reason a good deal when we eat, more from necessity than knowledge. •©- Men of heedless charity makes more beggars than usuers do.