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• - • lirli--DICESDAY.
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SAMUEL M'ALUSTER,
Miaier, Main strut, three
An Hour at the Old Play Ground.
BY HART BONFORD
I sat an hour to-day, John,
Beside the old brook stream,
Where we were school boys in olden time,
When manhood was a dream.
The brook is choked with fallen leaves,
The pond is dried away—
I scarce believe that you would know
The dear old place to-day.
The school-house is no more, John,
Beneath our locust trees
The wild rose by the window side,
No more waves in the breeze ;
The scattered s - ones look desolate,
The sod they rested on
Has been ploughed up by stranger hands,
Since you and 1 were gone.
The chestnut tree is dead, John,
And what is sadder now—
The broken grape-vine of our swing
Hangs on the withered bough ;
I read our names upon the bark,
And found the pebbles rare
Laid up beneath the hollow side,
As we had piled them there.
Beneath the grass grown bank, John,
1 looked for our old spring,
That bubbled down the alder path,
Three paces from the swing ;
The rushes grow upon the brink,
The pool is black and bare,
And not a foot. this many a day,
It seems, has trodden there.
I took the old blind road. Ehn,
'I hat wandered up the hill ;
'Tie darker than it used to be.
And seems so lone and still !
The birds sing yet among the boughs,
IVhere once the sweet grapes hung,
But not a voice of human kind
Where al, our voices rung.
I sac te,e on ;he fence, JAM, •
That lies as in old time,
The same halt pannel in the path
We used so oft to climb— 41
And thought how o'er the bars of life,
Our playmates had passed on,
And left me counting on this spot
The faces that are gone.
tag familg &i ti
AN ANGEL.
BY MARY A. DENNISON
A little pauper boy sat down on the
curbstone, and tried to think. His
feet were bare, red, and cold, but
never mind that—the chill air pene
trated his ragged garments, but nev
er mind that—he wanted to think.
Who are these people passing him,
looking so warm and comfortable?—
What did it mean that they should be
happy and cheerful, and he so sad ?
None of them had such heavy hearts,
that he was sure of. Ile looked up
into the cold blue sky. What was it,
and who lived up there ? Somebody
had said once that God would take
care oc r him. Where was God ?
Why didn't he take care of him? 0,
if he could only see God for one little
minute, or the angel that the good
men told him of when his mother
died! Did folks ever see God ? did
they ever see angels?
An organ grinder came near and
took his stand. The melody he play
ed
lightened the little boy's heart
somewhat, but it didn't warm him—
it didn't make him less hungry. He
kept shivering in spite of the music,
and he felt so all alone ! so despair
ing ! Then the organ-grinder passed
away—they never heeded the little
child sitting on the curbstone, they
had so many things - to think of.—
The carriages passed by, and the
carts and a company of soldiers; but
it was all dumb show to him—he was
•trying to think, with such a dull pain
at his heart. Presently three or four
coarse-looking boys gathered behind
him, and winked and laughed at each
other. In another moment the youn
gest gave a thrust, and over wont the
poor little homeless child into the gut
ter. One scream, one sob of anguish,
as he gathered himself up, and looked
after the boys, now flying away with
shouts of mirth. 0 how cruel it seem
ed in them—how cruel! The little
hungry boy walked slowly on, sob-.
bing and shivering to himself. He
didn't know what he was walking
for, or why he was living; he felt out
of place—a poor little forlorn' spirit
that had lost its way—a bruised reed
that any one might break—a little
heart so tender that a look was an
guish: how much more a blow !
The little boy stood at last near the
1 corner of a street. An apple Stand,
at which he gazed with longing eyes,
not far off, was tended by a cross
looking old man. There were cakes
on the stand, and the poor little mouth
of the homeless child watered as he
saw one boy after another deposit
his penny, and take his cake. He had
no penny, and though there Wll4 hun
ger in his eyes, the cross-looking old
!
man never offered him a morsel.
The tempter came. The old man's
back was turned—a vile boy at his
side—at the side ofthe homelesschild
—nudged - his elbow. "You take one,"
he whispered, "I'll give you hilf."
The little child gazed at him stead
ily. saw 'something in the bloar
ed tTes that made him ' -I.s(nne
thing-thet -set his= "Mating.
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thetbey; u1ni1144,611141 go
orgy and sat, n.P . . ~,
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WAYNESBURG, GREENE COUNTY, PA., WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 30, 1861.
"I don't want to steal," said the
homeless child.
"0 you fool!" muttered the brutal
tempter, and smote him in the eyes,
his heavy hand dealing a blow that
sent the poor little child against the
wall, his whole frame quivering with
anguish. The terrible blow had al
most blinded him for a moment—a
great sob came up in his throat—O
what have I done to be treated so ?
There never, never was a God, or He
would not let me suffer so—and that
because he refused to be wicked. I
don't believe that ever a man in his
deadliest bereavements suffered more
than that sad little child. His heart
was literally swelling with grief, and
though he could not reason about it,
he felt as if there was great and sore
injustice somewhere.
He started to cross the street. A
dark, blinding pain still made his poor
temples ring.
"Back ! back! Good heavens !
The child is under his feet! Back!!
back !"
"Oh, mamma. it is our horses run
over a poor little boy. Oh, mamma,
m am m a."
"Is tie hurt much, coachman?" The
woman's face is pale as ashes. "Yes,
he is hurt badly, take him right in ;
don't wait; carry himright in and up
stairs. It was your carelessness; the
child shall be attended to."
There is no anguish now. Perhaps
God saw he had borne all he could,
and so took the little broken heart
there to heal. How very white and
quiet! "0, a sweet fitce! a sweet.
sweet face!" murmured the woman.
bending over the boy, and tears fell
upon his forehead, but he did not feel
them.
"0, the pJor little boy !" sobs Nei
; ly, "the poor little boy!! I wish he bad
kept on the side-walk; I wish he had
staid at home with his mother."
jAlas! In this world there was no
mother to keep him.
The doctor came, said he was not
dead, but would very likely die.—
There was a hospital near; the poor
' thing had better be sent there. But
the good w-mau x0 , 11,l not allow
that. She would ear:: for him her
self, she said : he bad b e en injured by
one of her horses, and she felt it was
her duty to attend him. Besides, it
was likely the child had no mother.
Such a boy as he, with a Mee so sweet
and girlish, so pare l band loveable,
would never be sent on the streets
like that if he had a mother. Be
sides, (and here her tears fell) there
was a little mound not yet green over
just such a child. No, no, it was not
i in her heart to put the poor wounded
boy away. Let him stay whether he
lived or died.
The weary, weary days passed on.
One morning the little boy opened
his dim blue eyes,buthe did not know
himself. His glance fell wearily on
his hands. There were white bands
around his wrists, with ruffles on then.
The bed was snowy white, too, and
a crimson-light fell over every thing.
"Dear God! I am in heaven,",mur
inured the child; "yes, God will take
care of me now."
What visions of loveliness glanced
forth from the shadow behind the bed?
The rich curls fell around a face of
exquisite beauty; the beaming eyes
looked love and gladness upon him.
"0 yes, there is an angel! he said
softly, "I am glad. They won't knock
me over again; they won't want me
to steal apples here; and perhaps I
shall never die again. Now I want
to see my mother."
"My dear boy, are you better this
morning?" asked a low, soft voice.
He turned slowly, wearily.
"Is it mother ?" he murmured.
"0 yes," and there were quick sobs
and tears; "yes, my little child, I will
be your mother, and you shall be my
son. Will you love mo dearly ?"
"Yes, I do love you, mother; is it
heaven ?"
"Heaven; no, darling, it is earth ; , The Buffalo Advocate contains an
but God sent you here to our hearts, interesting account of a model Lieu
and you shall be loved and cared for. ' tenant, now in camp at Arlington
See, here is a little sister, and you will Heights, from which we make the
be very happy with her. Kiss him, following:
Nelly.' He has already held numerous
Her rosy lips touched his pale ones, prayer meetings with his men, and
and a heavenly smile lighted up his in this way, as well as by his private
face. The past was not forgotten, and friendly counsels, has rendered
but it was gone No more mouldy most important service to the moral
crusts, oaths, harsh words, and blows. fand spiritual welfare of the regiment.
No more begging at basement doors, From a private letter we learn that,
and looking half-famished to envy a not long since, he was out in charge
dog gnawing a bone in the streets.— I of two hundred and fifty men who
No more fear of rude children, who i were engaged in felling trees prepar
never knew where their own hearts atory to some military defense for
laid; no more sleeping on doorsteps, the troops. The men, understanding
and listening in terror to the drunk- the usage of the officers to allow
en quarrels of the vicious and depra- spirit rations to all who engaged in
ved. such fatigue duty, called and demand-
Yes, the past was gone, and in the ,ed their liquor. It required a firm
rosy future were love, even God and nerve to refuse them; but it was done,
the angels. Certainly sweet spirits and with an emphasis and a heart
had guarded that child, and guided I which showed them that •he was in
him out of seeming evil into positive I earnest, and desired only their good.
good. Surely henceforth he would ' "I'll be broke of my commission,"
put his hand trustingly in theirs, and said he, "sooner than I'll make my
turn his face heavenward. Yes, it men drunk!" Our young Lieutenant
was so to be. The dear, teachable is bravo also. While out on a scout
child—a jewel picked from the mire, on Friday, the 29th alt., with one
a brand snatched from the burning hundred men, he was suddenly sur
-was yet to illumine the dark paths , rounded by a large number of the
of-this world with his holy, heaven- enemy, who were leveling their !Rug
like teaching. Like-a dove he Was to kets for a shot. The Captain, in the
go forth over the waters; and fkad the ; excitement we alarm of the moment,
ohve-braneh with which to Orland hastily commanded to "Right dress."
hig glad Sidie . Disustsge, oil Ipm ‘Lieutenant W. seeing at agleam
l Who , h tetiti tolmoily l'4llll4llMh an • orderi cif
. oispidowetild
little AMA;air Mir abet. NM*" bebiotmet death' to s leareitutsber,
arks of refuge. Beautiful stars shall
they have in their crowns of rejoicing,
for surely there is no jewel brighter
in all the world, and perhaps in all
eternity, than the soul of a little child.
—Wesleyan Methodist Magazine.
Have you a Grandmother ?
' Have you a grandmother, dear little one?
Is the warmest corner and the softest chair
in your sitting room filled by one whose
locks are blanched, and whose brow is fur
rowed by years? If so, then you are a
blessed child, and ought to be very thank
ful to the God who has spared this dear
loving heart to guide you, by sweet lessons
and gentle example, in the paths of peace.
Do you not pity little: ones who have no
grandmother? Who do you think—when
their mother is busy or away—strokes the
weary little head, ties up the Heeding fin
ger, warms within her own the half-frozen
hands? Who interests herself in all their
tiny affairs, from the flight of a kite to the
strapping of a skate? Oh, nobody but
"grandmother" can stoop from age and
wisdom to be again a child for your dear
sakes.
A few months ago, the ehildrtn in my
house had two grandmothers, both as gen
tle, loving, and good as any who bore the
name. One still lives, honored and belov
ed by the fold of grandchildren among
whom she dwells; but the other—pure in
heart, merciful, meek, and a peace-maker
—she is not, for Cod has taken her! No
more can be done to comfort her; no sweet
messages exchanged, no kisses ever more
pressed on her pale, soft cheek! She is
dead, and her place is vacant; but her
memory to these who love her still is worth
more than mines of gold.
ThiS dear grandmother made very little
noise in the world; lint she left a wider
void than many whose names are known
to fame. Children miss her gentle tones,
while the poor and broken-hearted mourn
a real friend.
Thus the children here have one gland
mother on earth and one in heaven. May
they and all of you, little readers, deal
very tenderly with the aged, who are so
kind to you, and whom God commands
you to honor, for they will soon pass away
from your love and care.—Reaper.
gtitrt BistEllang.
A Gloomy Future for England.
A short cotton supply in England is con
templated with gloomy forebodings. The
London Chronicle, of the 9th ult., says :
"The beautiful harvest has saved thou
sands from utter want, and it would be
impossible to over estimate the advantages
it will be the means of conferring on the
poorer classes during the remainder of
this and the greater part of next year.—
But for this we might well shrink from
contemplating the future. For, let our
home demand be what it may, it cannot
bring trad?, to the flourishing position it
occupied prior to the outbreak of hostili
ties in America. The many thousands
who depend upon iron and cotton manu
factures for their daily bread most inevita
bly undergo many hardships next winter,
and - unless we can by means obtain sup
plies of cotton, still greater calamities will
surely overtake us. We do not perceive
any means by which this end can be
gained,—unlsks, indeed, the Confederates
change their determination, and all im
pediments to our commerce be removed.—
It is needless for us to point out the ex
treme unlikelihood of any such change
being made ; but it is upon a slender foun
dation such as this, that we must build
ou r hopes, or accept the alternative of
looking forward to "cotton famine," aban
doned mills and starved operatives.
A Model Lieutenant.
cried out with emphasis, "Fall to the
ground. every man of you !" Every
man fell, the volley of musketry
passed harmlessly over their heads,
and before the rebels could reload,
they . successfully retreated until an
other company came'to their
No "Pent -tip Utica."
Every body has heard the lines,
"No pent-up Utica contracts our powers,
But the whole boundless continent is ours."
But very few people know the au
thor, or in what poem they occur.—
The Portsmouth (N. I-I.) Jotirnal says
they were written by one Jonathan
Mitchell Sewell, a Portsmouth poet,
as an epilogue to Addison's play of
Cato, on the occasion of its perform
ance by an amateur company in that
city in 1788. The whole production
was one of decided power. The spir
it of the Revolution entered into ev
ery expression. We give a few lines:
"And what now gleams with dawning rays
at home
Once blazed in full-orbed majesty at Rome.
Did Rome's brave Senate nobly strive t'op-
GEO
The mighty torrent of domestic foes,
And boldly arm the virtuous few, and dare
The desperate perils of unequal war?
Our Senate, too, the same bold deed has
done,
And for a Cato armed a Washington
"Rise, then, my countrymen, for fight pre-
pare,
Gird on your swords, and fearless rush to
ISE
For your grieved country nobly dare to
die,
And empty all your veins for liberty;
No pent-up Utica contracts our powers,
But the whole boundless continent is ours!"
Utica, a city older than any in the
vicinity of ancient Carthage, was the
place where Cato died This fact,
with the above extracts, will suffi
ciently explain one of the most ex
pressive quotations in our language
—a quotation which has been fre
quently made by the most distinguish
ed orators, Daniel Webster among
them.
Napoleon's Coat of Mail.
Just before Napoleon set out for
Belgium (before the battle of Wat
erloo,) he sent for the cleverest artisan
of his class in Paris, and demanded
of him whether he would engage to
make a coat of mail to be worn under
the ordinary dress, which should be
absolutely bullet-proof; awl tliat. if
so, he might name his own price for
such a work. The man engaged to
make the desired object, if allowed
proper time, and he named 18,000
francs (7201.) as the price of it. The
bargain was concluded, and in due
time the work was produced, and
the artisan was honored with a se
cond audience of the Emperor.—
"Now," said his imperial Majesty.
"put it on." The man did so, "As I
am to stake my life on its efficacy,
you will, I suppose, have no objection
be do the same ?" and he took a
brace of pistols. and prepared to dis
charge one at the breast of the aston
ished artist. There was no retreat
ing, however, and, half dead with
fear, he stood the fire; and, to the
infinite credit of his work, with per
fect impunity. But the Emperor
was not content with one trial. He
fired the second pistol at the back
of the artist, and afterwards dischar
ged a fowling-piece at another part
of him with similar effect. "Well,"
said the Emperor, " you have pro
duced a capital work. undoubtably.
What is to be the price of it ?"
Eighteen thousand • francs were
pained as the agreed sum. "There
is an order for them," said the Em
peror; "and there is another for an
equal sum, for the fright I have given
you."—Leamington Advertiser.
The Latest from .Artemus Ward.
Artemus Ward commences his con
tribution to this week's Vanity Fair
with the following cheering para
graph:
Notwithstanding I haint writ much
for the papers of late, nobody needn't
flatter themselves that the under
signed is ded. On the contrary, "I
still live," which words was spoken
by Daniel Webster, who was a able
man. • Even the old line Whigs of
Boston will admit that Webster is
ded now, howsomever, and his man
tle has probly fallen into the hands
of sum dealer in 2nd hand close, who
can't sell it. Leastways nobody
pears to be goin round wearin it to
any particler extent, now days. The
regiment of whom I was kurnal
tinerly concluded they was better
adapted as Home Guards, which ac
counts for your not hearin of me,
ear this, where the bauls is the thick
est and where the cannon doth roar.
But as a American citizen I shall
never cease to admire the masterly
advance our troops made on Wash
ington from Bull Ran. It was well
dun. I spoke to my wife 'bout it at
the time. My wife sod it was well
dun.
Mir Defer not reponta, 44-
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not Proillited P*Bo*,
A Baltimore Lady Taken Down.
A letter from Baltimore says:—
officer who came up from Annapolis was
walking in the street, when he met a lady
who gathered up her skirts close to her and
said, 'Don't touch you vile wretch,'
and passed on. The gentleman made no
reply, but, turning round, followed her to
a handsome house on a fashionable street,
and, as soon as she entered he ascended
the steps and rang the bell. A servant
answered the summons, and the officer
asked the name of the gentleman residing
there / and said he wished to see him.—
When he-appea.red the officer said to him :
'Sir, a woman has just entered this house
who grossly insulted me on the street a few
moments since, and I wish to know if you
are responsible for her behavior?' The
gentleman turned to the lady, who was
standing behind him, and said, 'Anne,
come here and apologize to this gentle
man. 1 will not be drawn into scrapes by
your insolence. 1 have told you all along
that you would get yourself into trouble by
your unbridled tongue, and you wouldn't
listen to me ; now you may take the con
sequences.' The lady then came forward
and made a full apology, and the officer
left the house."
I=l
Winter Quarters of the Rebel Army.
A correspondent of the Richmond
Dispatch, who is connected with the
Hampton Legion, on the Potomac,
writes as follows to that paper, un
der date of October 7th: "The most
dispiriting news which has ever reach
ed our camp is that we may proba
bly go into winter quarters on this
side of the Potomac—than which
nothing could be more disappointing
and dissatisfactory to the Southern
soldiers, with the unmurmuring pa
tience which they have endured the
diseases that have deciminated their
numbers, and all the privations and
wants of a first campaign; and now
that a benign Providence has rebuked
the disease, and health and vigor
again returned to our ranks, they
cannot appreciate the policy which
would keep 250,000 Southern men—a
number sufficient to do almost any
thing—enclosed in ice and snow five
or six months to defend Virginia
alone. We have arrays had the ut
most confidence in our Generals, but
if an inactivity here shall encourage
the North to invade the Cotton
States—as it will—when frosts shall
have made it safe to land along our
coasts, and if the spring campaign
shall find us doing over all that has
been done, when a brilliant simul
taneous movement into Maryland,
and thence to Washington and Balti
more, would secure our recognition
abroad, and enable us to eat our New
Year dinner in peace at home, we will
begin to think that somebody some
where is not the right man in the
right place."
Estates Sequestered by the Rebels.
Since the 30th of September, late
Richmond papers state, estates and
property valued at $BOO,OOO • have
been confiscated. Among those who
have thus suffered are the following:
—Auguste Belmont, five hundred
hogsheads of tobacco, valued at
$280,000; firth of Woods, Lowry &
Farant, of Norfolk. C. M. Fry & Co.,
of New York; Chicke ing & Sons,
piano manufacture*, ugh their
Richmond agent; an to of eight
hundred acres, fully stocked with ne
groes, live stock, &c., owned by Win.
C. Rives, jr., of Boston; an estate of
eight hundred acres, with a full stock
of negroes, &e., belonging to Francis
Rives, of New York City; and an es
tate of eight hundred acres, stocked
with negroes, &c., the property of
Mrs. Sigourney, of New York City.
Agents have been appointed to take
care of these estates. A petition has
been filed for the sequestration of
"Monticello." the former home of
Jefferson, now owned by Uriah P.
Levy, a captain in the Lincoln navy,
and occupied by his brother, who is
alleged to be disaffected towards the
Confederate government. The es
tate comprises three hundred and
sixty acres of land in Albermarle
county, assessed at twenty dollars
per acre, together with improvements
valued at $2,800; besides this, there
is another tract of nine hundred and
sixty acres, with sheep, niggers, hogs,
and a lot of household and kitchen
furniture.
Shocking Occurrence.
An employee in the works of Nim
ick & Co., West Pittsburgh, named
George Harcher, was shockingly and
perhaps fatally injured last evening
by swallowing a mouth full of vitriol
out of a jug, handed to him as whisky
by a German laborer named Joseph
Frauenholz. Another companion,
who put the poison to his lips, was
also burned. Harcher made infor
mation before Justice Sprung against
Frauenholz for attempting to poison
him, and he was committed to jail to
await the result of the unfortunate
man's injuries. One of the teamstrrs
had just brought the vitriol to the
mill, and had given it to the German
to take care of a few moments. He
says he did not know but that the
vessel did contain, whiskey, and when
the men asked him for lei he told
them to drink epiet. FrAwliklkolz
likewise avers that the driver told
NEW SERIES.--VOL. 3, NO. 20.
him it was whisky. The circum
stances of this occurrence should be
thoroughly investigated.
ME
Stamped Newspaper Wrappers,
The Postmaster General has ordered to
be placed on sale at the post offices, a new
and convenient form of newspaper wrap
pers, which will supply a long existing
want on the part of the public. Theis.
wrappers are formed of oblong square ,
sheets, gumed atone end, and adapted to
any size newspaper. The introduction or
these convenient envelopes will, doubtless,
greatly increase the postal revenues, and
promote the interests of newspaper pub
lishers by the facilities which they afford
in the transmission of their publications
through the mails. The venders of news
papers should supply themselves with
them, the better to enable purchasers of
their papers to transmit them, when read,
to their friends.
General Buckner B,einforced.
Our latest advices from Kentucky are
contradictory. One account says that Gen,
Buckner has left Bowling Green with a
portion of his ragged command for Cum
berland Gap, and that only three regi
ments remain at Bowling Green. Gen.
Buckner has received large re-enforce
meats from Tennessee. Texas and Missou
ri. He has over twenty thousand men,
one thousand of whom are Indiana. Har
dee is there from Missouri, and six thou
sand are from Columbus. Breckinridge
was also there. Another account speaks
of the above reinforcements, but states that
Buckner is still at Bowling Green, We
believe the last account, as that place is
tar too important to be given up to us with
out a decisive battle.
Reports From The Enemy:
An intelligent contraband who: came
into Gen. McCall's camp on Moactay after
noon reports that when he left Fairfax
Court House yesterday, at 2o'elock, p. m.,
no movement of the rebels was on foot.--
The rebel troops are destitute of nearly
everything except fresh beef. They had
plenty of blankets, but a great scarcity ot
shoes. They were tearing up the rail
road tracks to Vienna, and hauling thew
to Fairfax Court House, Should there be
a battle to-morrow, no sufficient accommo
dations could be had for the wounded. At
preeeut the hospitals are filled with sick
soldiers. The number necessarily dis
charged because physically unfit for duty
at the time of enlistment was very large.—
Colonels and captains have shown them
selves too anxious to raise men to see that
they are good men. New buildings are,.
however, in process of erection sufficient
for all contingencies.
An English journal announces that
Lord Buntwick, brother of the Duke
of Portland, is having a Turkish
bath fitted up for the benefit of his
extensive racing stud- This noble
man possesses 11200,000 a year, has
one hundred horses, and twice as
many peasant tenants. He spends
upon the former about half his in
come—upon the tenants, his white
slaves, not one-sixteenth a yearl—
Turkish baths for the hunters, mud
huts, poverty and dirt for human
creatures ! Who would not rather
be this noble's quadruped tham his
biped ? Yet England, par excellence,
is the boasted land of liberty.
Firing on a Gunboat--Prize Taken
FORTRESS Moisritoz, October I.o.—The
gunboat Seminole has just arrived from
Washington. When passing Evanaport,
near Aquia Creek, she was fired upon by
rebel batteries, and font out of forty shots
took effect, one nearly carrying away her
mizzen mast. No one on board was in
jured. The Seminole returned twenty-six
shells, some of which burst over the rebel
battery. The gunboat Flag has sent up
valuable prize, taken but a short distance
off Fort Sumpter, laden with, molasses and
fruit,
averted Breslin of Rebel Battaries.
WAsuINOTON, October 16.—The ,
rebel have withdrawn apart of their ,
force , from Aqui& Creek, and placed
it in new batteries, which flrlld on
our steamers yesterday, They have
mounted thirty-two► posinder guns in
batteries occupying points for six
miles in continuance. During lant
night the rebels sunk a small puno,
George Eu.stiee, a nephew of Cor
coran, the banker here,: and late
member from Louisiana, has gone to
England as the rebel, Secretary of'
Legation.
HAD HIS OWN WAY.—An old lit
low recruited for the ti&hth
ment somewhere in . Qratro s t ed~bri y,
Kentmelsy, refused, to - be tom)* into
the tsemace until he was granted per
mission to go harefooted Wherever
the regiment went. He haslet worn
a shoe for eighteen, years, and *hen
this fact beoarro known, he Walgt tld
that he could go barefooted' ati- tlthg
as he thought he edsallie*id . 4 111.1
The old *How's &AP
perfectly callous, and oisaust, proof`
against cold, roh
thing at enmity with shaqiikijetA.
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Brutes and Meat.