New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1861-12-07

what it IL cannot tell YOU for have not seen II
face to face, and Of hearsay, you know as much Us
do.
The great review was seen by us under some dis
advantages. We were advised TO behold 1t from
Munsons Hill, and be,oOk ourseves tmlher, at an
early hour. Our modesty, for once stood IN our
wav and when we found how much better We
should have fared without it, we determined thence-
forth 20 abdicate it, grlces forever. Fiom Munsons
indeed we had comprehensive viewi saw the
whole wide field at once and could distinguish the
cortece of the COMMANDMENTS Chief as be and they
oaloped along the whole length of the lines. But in
the distance, features were lost the ranks looked
larger than in pageant of Maezes, and to fix the
eye upon them at such an interval, was an effort
painful in the extreme. Breaking from our party,
with one faithful attendant we ran down to secure
nearer position, charging across water courses, and
through muddy cornfeds with laudab Elm difference,
but the guards were stationed everywhere, and
would not let III pass. To make this more pro-
voking, every one who was any one, was
within the lines. MIrs. President Lincoln,
with the sanity Wyckof, foreign Minister'S, men,
bers Of the Cabinet Governors Of other States, and
Mr.. Russell, correspondent Of The Times newspsper.
Poor little left out, you zee, and after vsri-
ous efforts at a view attended only by partiG,
cess we climbed the emineuce of friendly saddle,
TO escape the mud Of the corn.elds, aud rode back
again to Munsons, where a powerful glass now
helped us TO enjoy tho tout ensemble. The day was
rather dull and there was only one moment in which
the extreme Of sunlight frightened and Furnished NJ
/ the rows of steel. Leaving Munsons again. we sue.
ceeded in getting much the scene Of action,
/ but here where we could distinguish detais, the
general effect was entirely broken up. So, between
the two perplexies, we decided that the review was
too big for man on his present scale, and allowed
our distracted CRIBS 10 rest There was no musketry
firing on this occasion, and not much artillery exer
else considering the number of batteries brought on
tie field. 1t was whispered that the caissons were
stuffed with real, not mock ammunition. and that tue
infantry were provided only with ball cartridge, q
surprise in force by the enemy being considered pos
sible. But the day passed as you know. without
the smallest encounter with the enemy. This was
our last day of camps, and drove back toward
the city, we took lingering leave OF these objects OF
intense interest. 20 new to us. Farewell, ye canvas
cles spread on the face of earth with little ounda
ton as our brief lives. Farewell, blum faces and blue
oyercoats, sentries acing up and down your guard,
wach-fres complexities, suffers carts, with queer
looking women in them. Farewell buglers, whose
br liant Gale rejoice the light ioces the eye.
Farewell, evergreen bowers which should enshrine
the Muse, but in which sees teihered
group of three ragged-lookiDg horses, Ct Pr9'erea
nikiL Farewell, lovely out-of-door life, with its
10Y for the eyes, and its immediate Interests. This
watching, drilling, fighting, is much more AKIN TO
man than those torturng tasks of metaphysics and
money making 10 which be il bound in our Northern
treadnill, with its vicious sky and artificial heat.
Yet friends, your feathers could not he without our
farms, nor yOur generals without cur schools, nor
YOUR means without our merchants. So hOmeward
we must 60 to trudge and drudge, to rear small
children and find meat for the same. What would
become of The next generation, II we s;ad presenting
banners all the while Even our Governor there, who
has shared our holiday looking so bright and jolly,
how be has to work--O, how be has to work, when
lie gets home. Bat, farewell, dear sol1iersi We are
glad 10 have seen your faces; We love aud bess
you, and will pray God for yoai and we hope you
will c<me again, most Of you, from your bloody
harvest Of honor, bringing your sheaves with you
But do not think, stupid Public, to be rid of me so
soon. Like the wandering musician, whoee per
Torrance is more easily enjoyed than stopped have
my little tunes to play, and cannot go away TIL
have finished them. And 30, having told you OF
things beyond the limits Of the city, let NE speak OF
some of the objects Of interest contained within it.
Not the departments, and oil heir stereotyped shows.
But wouldn't yon like to visit the Government ovens,
where the Army bread is baked These extend, like
catacombs Of life under the whole building Of The
CAPITOL The barrels Of flour are rolled down the
marble staircase on plank. The value of tie barrels
themselves is $25 per diem tbs stayes andhoops OF
each sell for from twelve to fifteen cents. Great
fIes light up those dim vaults, and an army of
in paper caps, with bare arms is bueily employed in
mixing, kneading weighing out the dough for the
loayss, and experimenting The critical operations of
the oven. Yeast Of course, is made in great quant-
ties all the bread being raised with 1t. The sponge
is left TO rise in huge trays and seems TO have live
ly time OF it. smell of good bread peryades the
air such as thrifty housewives delight ill., and almost
nutrition in itself The proys IN Of loayes ia enor.
nous, but the huge army wagons that constantly
drive up for their supply reduce 1t more rapidly than
one won!d think. The bread is baked one day for
the next, Uncle Sam not approving of lot bread 30
that the soldiers don't get it you can, If You ask
for il, all glowing from the We know this lie
right, yet we cannot help thinking that hot brend
belongs to the poetry Of nutrition, cold bread to
its proee.
From the ovens, we run up starsa moment, to
visit Crawfcrds statues, designed for the pediment
Of the Capitol. These very beautiful, and very
Characteristic Of The great artist This sitting figure
Of the Indan is thought to be one Of bis finest works,
combining in the highest degree the real and poetical
The poor Chief leans bis head upon lis ARM and his
arm upon bis knee lie is puzzled, out of place. out
of work; the white mans devices get the better Of
his una.ded strength and simple shill. Afer weary
struggle he begins to think Of heroic DEATH and the
happy hunting grounds beyond. Among other