SALE OF UNSEATED LANDS. BY "virtue of a warrant from under the hand and seal of office of the Commissioners Cumberland County, and to me directed the following tracts and lots of unseated, Lands, situated in Comberland County, State of Pennsylvania, will be exposed to sale by public vendue, on 'MONDAY the 13th DAY OF JUNE, 1864, at the Court Ifouse, in the bor ough of Carlisle, county aforesaid, and con tinued by adjournment from time to time, until they are all sold, or as much of each tract or lot, as will be sufficient to defray the arrearages of the State, County, Road and School Taxes due thereon, and costs. HENRY S. RITTER, County Treasurer. Carlisle April 13, 1364. NoAcres. Owners SOUTHAMPTON 10. James Bowen's heirs, 150. John & Abr'm Roddy - , 457. John Beamer, 10. Wm. Rankin, FRANKFORD, 315. John M. Woodburn, 1 1000. Hollenbach's heirs, 3. James McCulloch, 18. John Dunbar, 7. Samuel Ricer, 'MIFFLIN 200. J. M. Woodburn, (Boyle) 5 70 (Moflit) 73 (Barnes) 3 75 (Wharton) 928 (Marshall) 285 (Norton) 5 71 (Lake) 1 41 (A. Gardner) 2 85 (King) 2 85 (NV P Gardner 4 27 gi (S. Parker) 3 53 Patdcer) 9 23 (NV. Parker) 7 10 (Buck) 3 20 (McClintick) 3 55 (Paxton) 5 32 John A. liumrich, 3 40 John Nogley's heirs, 77 Daniel Sweiger, 82 129 325 100 201 100 100 150 100 260 200 100 150 400 103 Rhoads, Long & Eberly, Christian Eberly, MIDDLESEN. Daniel Coble's heirs, Jacob Stouter, David Capp, DICKINSON. 554 461 John Bolden, Joseph Baker, Jacob Grist, Henry Keller, Adam heresy, Lloyd''Myers, Benjamin Malone, Morrison & McCreary, Peter Miller's heirs, Howard Myers, Mithael Mentor, Jo to Neeiey's Gilbert Searight, Jits. Townsend, Nicholas Wirt:man, Jacob Wolf, DaidirD - fiTiciti); Jacob Grove, Abraham Stoner, Wm. Forbes, (Penn.) Moore & Craighead, John S. Myets, John Kline, Samuel Woods' heirs., Widow Albert, • John Brugh, Noah Cockley, Wm. Graham, Samuel (Heim Daniel Gitt, 'James Greason, Cyrus Myers, Henry Myers. Rogers (Ilmds.el .\gt.) (Penn Michael Weather:spoon, Jacob Becher, Brown & Creswell, Wesley Biteman, Francis Corleston, _Jottn..Ebert, , John Ilemminger, Wm. B. Mullen, Moses Myers, • Beetern, Mines & Co., Cornelius Myers, Dr. Marsden, Isaac Montfort, John & Henry Montfort, Philip Smyers, Alex. Young, SOUTH MIDDLETON, D. 11. Medea((, John Mateer, Daniel Wonderly, SheafTer & Keller, West, Elizabeth Bennett, James Barbour, Deardorf John Nicholson, James Nicholson, Jacob SheafTer, John McClure's sen., heirs, John Shanefelter's heirs, 11. 1. Fannus, Alex Nailor, A. Richwine, Jacob Albright, Benjamin heresy, NEW CUMBERLAND, Northern C. R. R. Company, UPPER ALLEN. Trustees M. E. Church, Philip Gusler, CARLISLE John Calio, John Dunbar's heirs. George Wahl, FM SILVER SPRING Henry S. flock, Andrew Miller, Robert Bryson, HOPEWELL Wm. P. Smith, David McKinney, Samuel Miller, PENN. Robert 'AreClone, James M'Culloch, Jacob Beltzhoover, Henry Sheolc'sheirs,_ MECHANICSBURG David Lingfield, LOWER ALLEN J. S. Haldeman, NEWTON. Cyrus loon, Jane Barnhill's heirs, 3Clr3r 4:Grc)c)(l.s9. SPRING, 18041 GREENFIELD & S HEAFER INIT/TE the attention of buyers to their xiewstaetta Dry floods. It will be found unsur passed In all those features which comprise a first class Stock. All departruonteof our business have been XIII& enlarged, especially that of DRESS GOODS , le the most extensive assort ment aver offered In this town. We have now, ort.n, trendy for inspection all the novelties of the season: via: 'Poplins, all new shades and styles. Slosamblques, Plain and elnide, Plaid Poplins. Chailles. Do Lemnos, also, a beautiful stock of ALPACCIAS, at astonishingly low prices. . DOMESTICS. Printe, Bleached Bins Una, Broad Shootings, Flannels filogbams, C4cks, Tiettings, Cottonades, 80., de. Gents and Boys' Wear, . . Cloths, Casslmeres, Jeans, Summer Canfilmoroo, We would call the attention Of our friends more part lo ularlY to our .11:11M011110 stock of [dueling, Callow& Cot. tonades, all bought last winter, before the late advance which will bo Fold at prices .that defy competition.— Parsons may rely on getting groat bargains at the store ftf GREEN 'I.ELD & BIIHAFER - • • Mardi 186 L NOTE b—Persons desiro es of foaming our stoelc will please ba particular, and recollect ourlitore In In Zug's banding, 8. IL Corner Market Square,Second Door, op posite Eittoes Clothing &aro. • G. &S. YENS FAAILLY VOL. 64. A. K. RIIEEM, Editor & Proprietor. Taxes Due $OO 55 3 82 3 77 The following Is a rather late, but la not entire ly out of season : 1 09 14 0 2 Tell me ye winged winds, That round my pathway roar, Do ye sot know some spot - Where "ducklngs" come no more— Where threatening clouds that hide the sun Are felt and feared no more, Where water.buckets o'er our head, Their contents pour no more ? The loud winds rushing yet more wildly on, But stopped to answer, "not till April's gone." And thou serenest moon, What.longuap,e Boat thou utter, While gazing through thy halos, Upon so great a sputter ? Bay host thou In thy round, Gazed on some favored spot Where tunb olia's are never found. And gum-oh: es plague us not? Behind a cloud the moon withdrew In woe And answered tad and tearfUlly, "no, no." 3,87 3 96 Tell nn my secret Soul, Olt, tell me, Faith and Hope, Is there co sunny place, Whore drenched mortals do not mope? No place where mud and rain Spoil not our polished boots, Nor lovely saw Spring hats, Nnr latest cut surtnuts Faith, Truth and 11,3 mi—best boons to mortals ME given, Waved their bright wings and answered, yes in heaven." 1 ..G 3 28 Xll, il,, , , Jrilalvollo. ;' =3 A PHYSICIA.N'S STORY IBM I had been some three years engaged in the practice of medicine, in one of our Aargest_eities_,_befure I }net with any so , rious adventure. One 6iii, - ffr ---- 6411 - Wirs - re turnino- ' home, through a lonely, little fre quented part of the city, at a late hour, from a patient I had been with since noon of that day, - and whom 1 was now per mitted to leave by reason of a favorable change, I was suddenlystopped in a dark, gloomy, out-of the-way spot, by a big gruff, coarsely dressed man: "You are a doctor ?" he both an -1 nouneed and inquired in the same words. "I am." ENE Si ! I , 1.24 1 I 1 20 ) 30 " I want sou to come with me then!" he said, in a tone that indicated the Mat• ter wa3 already settled in his mind, how ever it might be in mine. 11 90 -0 23 lEE "I cannot to-night," I answered, with positive . empl . asis ; "I am all wearied out and anxious to get home." "Yes, you doctors are always wearied out when a poor man calls yoh'!" said the fellow with a threatening growl ; "buton ly let some snob's wife's poodle need looking to, and you find your way there at any hour cf the day or night. Well, I am no snob, thank Heaven ! and I've got money enolgh to pay your fee. I've tried a half-a-doeen doctors already, and none of-them will come—and so, you see, I can't let you off." "But really—" "Sec here, Doctor,'' interrupted the fellow, producing a knife, and flashing the blade by a quick flourish, before my eyes, "I'm a desperate man, and might be pushcd r ,to do a wicked deed. Every man sets a certain value on his own life, and also on the life of his best and dear est friend. You know how much your life is worth to you, and I know how much another's life is worth to me ; and before (leaven I swear,'if you attempt to go and leate my friend to die, I'll put this knife intoyou I" It was an open space where we stood, about half-way between blocks of new buildings, that were not yet tenanted.— I looked up and down the dark street, but not a soul was in sight. "Where do you wish me to go ?" inquired. "Oh, down hero a piece," jerking his thumb over his shoulder, "come on, be fore it's too late I'' 1 37 2 ;') 1 32 1 42 1 30 12 74 1 44 1 12 1 15 1 15 1 l 5 2 20 45 2 35 1 55 3 90 1 40 1 G 5 He passed his arm through mine, with out so much as "by your leave," and be gan to move away, of course, taking rue with him. "is yLur friend a male or female ?" I inquired, pretending to feel perfectly at my ease, though I would have given a ye: is practice to have been sale at home. "She's a woman." 2 05 INII I breathed more free—for semewhow I always experienced a degree of securi ty amonz, the opposite sex, even among the most depraved and abandoned. "What is the matter with her? and how long has she been ill ?" I ques tioned. 1 06 1 40 70 'About three or four hours ago she gave birth to a child that didn't live more'n a minute, and since then she's been havin' fits," was the reply. "Wasrliere no physician with her when the child was born 1" 1 asked. "No, I couldn't get one to her, for love or money. An old woman, a neighbor, came in-and - did what she could: — Doyou think as how you can save her, Doctor?" inquired the than, in a husky tone. - "I cannot say, of course—but I will promise to do the best I can." "Oh, do do 1 and Heaven will bless you for it!" he rejoined in a tone that expressed a more deep and earnest feel ing than I had supposed was in his nu• turn. I began to be interested; the man might be hotter than I had thought ; some poor fellow, perhaps, who had been the foot-ball of fortune and had pot received his deserts. "Is this woman you wifo ?" I kindly inquired. I believe he heard me; but as he did not answer, I concluded not to repeat the question. ~'o~~xrz~~. For the Herald A PARODY THE INQUIRY Ei3lOl3E =1 ~~ We soon turned into some small, mean, dark narrow streets, where none but the poorer class lived. We now walked for ward-in silence—the man who still had hold of my arm, as if he were afraid I might otherwise give him the slip, tak ing long, rapid strides, and causing me no little exertion to keep step with him. At length he turned into a dark court, where I could see nothing but a few din gy buildings on either hand ; and I thought, if his object was to rob me, I was completely in his power. At the far end of this court he stopped, opened a door, and led up a flight of creaking stairs, where I:could see nothing at all. At the top of these staira we groped our way forward a few feet, and then opened the door into the room of the patient.— The apartment was small and plainly fur nished, with a lamp standing on a little table not far from the bed. An old wo man, who was leaning over the sufferer, looking quietly around at our entrance, and seeing me, exclaimed : 'ls he a doctor !' 'Yes, yee I've got a doctor at last, God be praised, it' it ain't too late !' replied the man, hurridly; adding,, almost in the same breath, 'How is she Mary ?' how is she ?' The old woman shook her head, and sighed out : 'She's had three on'em since yon left, and she's in the fourth now, poor dear I" 'Oh, my God !' groaned the man,sink ing down un the nearest seat. Doctor, you hear! Oh, save her ! save her !" I hurried to the bed, and found the patient in convulsions. The spasms ceased almost immediately, a considera ble quantity of viscid matter was ejected, and a heavy, snoring respira ion followed. The face was flushed, head hot, and pulse rapid. I theided that she must be bled, and lost no time in opening a vein. I then sent for ice, and applied it in mod e_rationto her head. I remained with her t hro e daylight in a tranquil sleep, with direc tions to be followed in case of a return of the spasms. 'rho man, who gave hie name as Ralph Wagner, came down to the door with use and thrust a half eagle into my hand. 'How is she?" he asked in a trembling voice. "Is she better? can you save her ?" She is better, 1 think, and rhopeshe can . be saved," I replied. 'Oh doctor! will you come again to day ?" ' Yes, this afternoon, toward night, af ter I shall have got same sleep and visited some patients that cannot be , neglected,' " Don't desert us, 'Doctor, fur 'God's sake, don't !" fairly pleaded the man, with tears in his eyes. • I assured him I would not, gave him my address, and bade him send fur meat any time, if a change should take place for the worse. From that night the patient gradually mended, and in the course of a week was out of danger and had her reason. I had seen her every day during this time, and had become not a little intere-ted in her. She was not an ordinary woman. Iler age I judged to be about twenty-five or six, and her features, though marked by suffering, were intellectual and stiil beau -61111. Iler hair was a light brown, soft almost to silkiness, and she had the sweet est blue eyes and prettiest mouth I ever beheld. lie voice, too, had that rich mellowness which so captivates the ear, a.nd her language denoted education, and her manners refinement. Great was the contrast between this pretty, delicate flower, and the big, coarse featured, awkward, uneducated, and, I must add totally unprepossessing Ralph Wagner ; and though fancied I could comprehend how such a man might love her to the whole extent of his rough, coarse nature, I confess I was at a loss to account for true reciprocity, if indeed there was any such thing. That his ar dent attachment to her might excite some kind of sympathy—sumo emotion akin to pitjt, and perhaps gratitude—l thliiiight possible; but that there should exist.auy thing like true, mutual love, seemed as contrary to the laws of nature as for the doe td love the tiger. And yet how many such incongruities we see paired, if' not mated—married by law, if not in spirit. The day that 1 made what' I intended should be my last visit, I found' my fair patient sitting up in a chair and crying as if her heart would break. She was a lone. "This is very bad for you to be excit ing your nervous system in this manner !" I said, in a kindly, reproving tone. "has anything happened too serious for a little calm philosophy to master ?" "Oh, doctor," she exclaimed, ,"I am a poor, miserable, heart-broken woman, a lone and friendless !" "Oh,not quitesorbad as that, I . think!" I answered, lightly. "Whore is your hus band r" This was the first time I had ever spoken the word husband to her, and I looked to see if she received it as a fami- liar, unquestioned fact. She shuddered and covered her eyes with her hands. "Did.yoti son in tile }Ayers this morn ing," ehe sobbed, "the arrest of a notori ous burglar, called Patient Hammer smith ?" "I think I did see something of the kind." ' "That was none othorthan Ralph Wag ner." "Good heavens 1 you amaze me 1" I cried, ,"Your husband a burglar ?" "Lie is not my INsband j " sobbed the poor woman. "No?" "Sit down doctor, and let me tell you a painful story in a few words; and then, if you-cati give any good advice and sym • po.thy, I shall receive it with . gratitude ; Alni if you scorn and cast me from you,'l CARLISLE, PA., FRIDAY, JUNE 3,1864. / 8 1. 1'41%4V shall only find I was mistaken in suppos inn you hld a heart." I seated myself and became all atten tion. "I was reared in affluence," she resum ed, "and for seventeen years was the pride and joy of fond parents. At seven teen I fell in love witha man some years older than myself, whom I believed to be perfection itself. My father knew better, and warned me against Wm. He finally forbade him the house, We correspond ed afterward, met clandestinely, and at eighteen I eloped with him. We went, as I supposed to the house of a clergy man, and were married, and then set off on a wedding tour. The man I had so wildly loved proved to be a black hearted villian, and soon robbed me of all my money and jewels, and then deserted me in a strange city. lie afterward wrote me that the marriage xva' a sham, and that he had deceived me in that manner, in order to revenge himself on my lather for his insults. "A blank followed thifwak , ening from a bright and glorious dream toreality too horrible for an ordinary mind to contem plate. I had •a brain fever. I became insane. I returned to reason in a Pauper mad-house. I got - my liberty in rags I wrote home to my fat het; the whole terrible truth, and-implored him to receive back his poet., wretched, brokenhearted &ugh,- ter. I 'was a ragged .Anendicant, in a strange city, and God only knows with whit intense and fearful anxiety I await ed the answer to that letter I waited days. I waited weeks—l waited intmtha. I was east off, then—abandoned—ruined for this world and the next Oh l• the suffering, and degradation wh'ell I was compelled to endure, At last Ralph IVagner offmed me his protection and lus hand: I accepted. We were married. He declared ho loved me, and certainly treated me with respect and showed af fection. I knew not then he was a ho.use -breaker, and_wlten ifourtil it out I asked myself what better was I than he, that should leave him ?—So !Jaye lived with him ever since, nearly two years, and he is arrested and I am again alone in die world. Such is my sad , history, doctor. New tell me what to do "Write again to your parents," said 1., "they may not have received your letter, or your reply may have miscarried." “I have sometimes hoped so, and I want to die in that delusion, if it be one!'' she eagerly rejoined. "111 were, to get an answer now that they knew my con dition and cast we off forever, it might craze my poor brain agan. Besides, I am no longer fit to be forgiven arid' re ceived back among the good!" "It is never too late to repent," I re plied. Remember the words of Christ to the men who would have put to death the guilty woman for her crime: "lie that is without sin among you let hint first cast a stone at her !" We all have our errors, and all need forgiveness." After saying much more of a similar purport, I urged her, if she did not wish to write to her parents herself', to give the their address, and let me ascertain, in my own way, if they still lived and cared for her. She finally consented, and wrote the address on a slip of paper. I read it, sprang from toy seat, and looked at her in perfect amazement. I understood it all, but I could scarcely credit toy sans s. Sne was my sister's child! I passed over the scene that followed this strange discovery. It was all a mistake on her part—her letter had never reached her almost dis tracted parents, who had long mourned her as dead, or lost to them forever. She went home with me, and remained at. nay house till her fond and loving parents came to reeltkim her. It was a fearful scene of commingled joy and grief when we all met under the same roof,and bum. bly, on our knees ) we all thanked God for the wonderful p4toration of the lost one, who was pluckW indeed, as a braid from the burning, and saved in body and I trust in the soul. Three years after, Ralph. Wagner died in prison, , ind with him perished one great portion of the guilty secret. I have purposely concealed all other names—but my sad story" in none the less true not withstanding. AFTER THE BATTLE BY BENJAMIN F. TAYLOR WHEN a furnace is in blast the red fountain sparkles and plays like a motto, tain spring, and the rude surroundings brighten to the peak of the rough rafters with a strange beauty. When the fire is out, and the black and ragged masses of dull iron lie dead upon the ground with a dumb and stubborn resistance, who would dream that they ever leaped with life and flight. A battle and a furnace aro alike. It is wonderful, how dull natures brighten and grow costly in.the glow of battle ; ho% the sterlir4 worth and wealth there _and_the._ coin mon man transfigured, his .heart in his hand, and his foot in the realm 'of heroic gran deur: -- But,art I' when the. fire is out, and the scarred eartlas.heaped with clay, the black mouth the guns • speechless, mighty hammers ansl no hands, the flags furled, the wild' hUrrah died away; an all the splendid action ..of the charge vanished from the rugged field liko a blast of sunshine,-'and you wander among the dull remainders, the dead embers of the intensest life and glow that swept your soul out, only yesterday, and drifted in on with the skirmish line, you begin 'to know what these words . inean,. "after the battle." .. It is days sinoe . great waves of7gillant life dashed against Missicrrltidge and swept up and over it in surges ; 1 days that are oven now induring into hi Cory, and ~~~~~~0 TERMS:--$1,50 in Advance, or $2 within the year. yet I feel like taking up the story jtirit where I left it on Wednesday night at sunset, when our flags flapped like eagles' win g s, and the wild cry of triumph quiv- - ' erealong the mountain. Standing on the edge of the field in the moonlight, calm as "God's acre" stretched the rough valley that, but an hour before, jarred with the rush and whirl of the battle. From away beyond the ridge, indeed, three miles out to Chicamauga Station, the dropping shots from Sheridan's guns faintly punctuate the silence ; but here, listen as you will, you can hear no sound but the click of ambulance wheels slowly rolling in with their mangled burdens, no sigh, no groan, nothing but the sobbing lapse of the Tennessee. I can never tell you with what a warm feeling at the heart I looked up and saw the Federal fires kindling like a new constellation on Mis sion Ri'd'ge; they were as welcome as dawning day to eyes that watched the night. The old baleful glare from rebel camp and signal light was quenched with something thicker than water, and Chat tanooga was at peace. It is strange that a battle almost always. lies between two breadths of sleep ; the dreamless slumber into which men fall upon its eve; the calm repose they sink into at its end. Night fairly, held its breath above the camps ; the wicgs cf silence was over than all. Then came Thursday Morning bright and beautiful. You go out to the field ; and you keep saying over and over, "after the battle— alter the battle." Men prone upon their\ faces in death's deep abasement; here one, his hand pillowed upon his folded arias; there one,: his cheek pressed upon a stone, as was Jacob's at Bethel ; yonder one, his fingers stiffened around his mus ket. Now you have to pass where a But ternut and a true blue have gone down together, the arm of the one thrown over the other ; there a young boy of fifteen lies with his face turned upward, both hands elapsed over his heart. The sun thel - frOst 1 - hat - trbitetredt- his hair, as if he had grown old in a -plight and it hang like fresh tears upon his cheeks ; where a lieutenant grasps a bush, as if he died vainly feeling fur a little hold upon earth and life ; where a stain— ed trail leads you to a shelter behind a rock, and there a dead captain who had crept away out of sight and fallen asleep; ' where - rebels and true'hearts lie in short winrow,s, as it death had begun the• har vest and had wearied of the work. And so through the valley and up the ridge in every attitude lie the unburied dead; lie jut as they fell in the glow of battle. And those faces are not as you think ; hardly one distorted with any pas sion ; almost all white and calm as Ben Adam's dream of peace ; many bright ened with something like a smile; a few, strangely beautiful. Wounded ones that escaped the moonlight search have lain silently waiting for morning, withoutmur mur or complaint ; glad they are alive ; not grieved that they aro wounded, for •'did we not take the ridge?" they say; thus , did the old soldierly spirit of one flash up like an expiring candle, and go out right there on the field as he spoke; he died with the lust words on his lips, and "went up higher." The Forgod Proclamation A CURIOUS LETTER FROM THE FORGER The Brooklyn Eagle publishes the fol lowing letter, supposed to be written by the notorious Howard. The letter is fa cetiously displayed, and accompanied by a mirthful editorial : CELE, 5311, SECOND TIER, FORT LAFAYETTE, MAy 2-1, Idli DEAR EAGLE : In the language of the "magnificent" Vestvali, "I am here."-1 think I shall stay here—at least till I get out. Perhaps you were surprised at my sudden departure. So was 1. But I re ceived a pressing invitation from General Dix to come down here, which I didn't feel at liberty to decline—so I didn't.— Bub Murray brought the invitation. Bob Murray is United States marshal, and he marshalled me the way I should go, so I thought it best to go it. Bub is a nice man ; he has a very takino• t' way with him, but 1 wouldn't recommend you to culti vate his acquaintance. You may have heard of Fort. Lafayette. It is a great re sort of the friends of the Administration —over the left. The location of Fqrt Laf4yette is in the water, between the Atlant,ie Oeean and West Point. It is a good site for a ma rine residence, but I haven't seen . any marines here. It is inaccessible on all sides, except the inside. Its out•acces sibility is what I most object to. The way you get itr is curious, and may interest your readers who haven't been here. You can't go by railroad or steam boat, or horse and buggy. The entrance is effected in a highly military manner, in vented, I believe, by General Dix .or. "some other man." The way of getting out I bavn't dis e9vered yet., When 1. do, I'll let you _lumw.—"lllm_peopla_wlm_kesp=th - e fort are of the military persuasion; it is their forte. They mostly wparguns or swords, and do c.;eryt - hing Wit - y, which is not a civil way, though they have been very civil to me. The fort is a substantial building; there is no appre hension of burglars. Sensible people would rather break out than break into it. As a hotel, it is not equal to the Mansion House, though ' the terms are more rea sonable. They don't charge any board. The only charge military people are given to hi to charge bayonets. The bill of fare is wholesome, but laeke variety. -There is too much pork.' ,The bill of fare, how ever, is varied. have pork and crack._ ors for breakfast ; crackers and pork for dinner, 6 - nd pork with crackers for tett.— I think we shall have a change next week,. as the commandant has sent nu order" to' New ,York for a barrel of pork. When you write to me, enclose a bunch of rad id-es in the letter. Somebody may jnquire why I came here. I'll tell you confidentially. The Government is making extensions to its mansion at Fort Hamilton; likewise, at Fort Richmond, on Staten Island. They wanted a reliable person to look after the bricks. Fort Lafayette is half way be• tween, and so situated that you can see both forts at once, and is just the place to see what is going on. A meeting of the Cabinet was called at the White House. Secretary Stanton introduced the subject. The Cabinet saw the point at once, and laughed so loud that they woke up Secretary 'Welles. Secretary Seward rang a little boll, and sent for General Dix. "General," said 'William H., "how is Fort Lafayette ?" "Our flag is there," said the General, with military promptness. "Is there a reliable man to be found in the Department of the East?" said William H. "If there isn't," thun dered the General, "I'll shoot him on the spot." "Who is he?" asked the Sec retary. "His name is Dead Beat," said the General. "Send him to Fort Lafay- ette." So I came. lam still here. Yours, in retirement, DEAD BEAT. P. S.—Give my regards to Chitty. I understand„ that ho was deeply affected on my account, and was !anxious to see me elevated in society. Tell him to keep cool. There are some small men down here, but none quite so small as he is. '4jAnd the little dog barked at the caged lion, and wagged his tail rejoicing- I). 13. -L-ANECDOTE OF MCCLELLAN.—CoI. Metcalf, of Kentucky, made a radical Un• ion speech at a public meeting a few days since, at which he related an anecdote of General McClellan, showing how ho re garded the rebel leaders. He said : "I