Tri-weekly journal., 1848-01-08
From the New Orleans Delta.

SCENES IN THE QUARTERMAsTER's DEPART1
MENT OF New ORLEANs.-Those who wish TO
see the effects of war, should visit the Quar-
termaster's Office, which is now so ably con-
Quoted under the superintendent Of Major
Tompkins. Early in the morning soldiers will
be seen around the porch OF the New CONNER,
cial Exchange, eagerly waiting for the arrival
of the officials connected with the department.
When the doors are opened they all rush up, to
have their accounts adjudlcated
Here YOU will see colonel, who has just
returned from Mexico. His epaulets are faded
and his countenance is bronzed with exposure.
He has mounted the heights of Monterey
served at Churubusco, Chapultapec, and, like a
lion, sprung through the gates OF the city Oh
Mexico. With his martial cloak thrown care
lessly around him, ne does not seem to think
that he has done anything, but only comes TO
get the accounts of his regiment settled. He
| thinks of his home, where his loved ones are.
II may be that for moi tbs he has not received
single letter from his friends, and he longs to
meet them. After having sought the bubble
reputation cen in the lannon's mouth, he re-
turns to his homestead-and who can tell the
greeting that he will receive? His friends will
cling around him. andlook upon him as the oak
that has SCARED, though not blasted, by the
ieelings when he finds himself in the bosom of
his family? ''So"' "a
again: here enters stalwart captain. with
an air Una shows that he is bravery itself He
w mas Deen 10 the wars, and bears the marks of
huonoIaole wounds. His company TO him. have
been like family. and he is as careful of their
w, wants as though they were his own children
"nen he gets their accounts settled and fur-
nishes lhem with transportation to their homes
SCENES VIII take place that none but those who
can dive into the depths of human nature caro
Imagine. "Captain!" one soldier will cav CT
bid you good bye! I'm going home to the West.
ior 1 We got enough ofthe war. When deser-
yea u, sir, you treated me purity hard, as /
tnougnt then, but don't think so now. air.
uoo oiess you, sir! Another soldier will come
up-may be with too much brandy in his bra;n
-"Captain," says he, how are YOU. old boss7
well, we got through it all, didn't we? Yon
wouldn't let me have my Ticker down thar at
vera Cruz; but now I'm discharged, and I'm 90
In on reglar benderl" Then again sta2d
sober young man, with an almost healed wound
upon his cheek, and hisarm in sling. approaeh-
es ms Captain. His officer, turning around and &.
seeing his face, grasps his hand. ssWilliam-
my dear fellow, you saved my life at Moline
S He ney. l snail never forget when swarthy
Mexican brought his escopeta to bear mon nv
breast, you rushed in between us. and received
the ball In your arm. And then, William.
wnen was wounded by lance; and you were
sdoreo' you crept up to me, whilst the blood
was gushing from your cheek, and endeavored
o take me off the field. William, we are both
5olng to our homes-perhaps never to meet
'galn-what can do for your"
CdPtaln' answers the young soldier as he
wipes his eyes with his unwounded hand. cas-
'o9 say did do all could for you. When /
niisted swore in my heart that would new
I desert you. When the balls were coming
N In showers, didn't care for myself but
nought OF you. Death was nothing. then sir
ut thought of one who was far away'
!, her when / left my home in DAYTON.
mo, that would never desert the banner of
ne Stripes and Stars. Captain, give me line
ave done my duty
although the utmost order prevails, such
'enes daily occur in the Quar- termaster;s De-
artment What a series of novels might be
FUNDED on the conversations that occur be-
veen soldiers and their captains when the
ray of battle is over!"