The Burlington weekly hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington [Iowa]) 1860-1876, 1862-05-24
Cor. Sec. and Agent Iowa Army San. Com

The following personal description Of Gen
Halleck ID given BY correspondent Of thu
Boston Journal:
He has . fne physiqus-is stout, burly
weighs two hundred avoirdupois, has round
head, ID middle aged, black hair filling fast witt
silver. He walks BY the hour in front Of biz
quarters, his thumbs In the armpits Of bis vest
looking mostly at the ground, but casting quick
looks, now to the right, now TO left, evidently
not for the purpose Of seeing anything or any.
body, but staring into vacancy the while. His
eyes see only the problem before. him, which
with the forces under him be is 70 work out 4
satisfactory conclusion. He 10 bronzed already,
and in complexion reminds one Of Daniel Web
ster, though not 20 dark hued % Webster.-
Such 10 his personal appearance. I understand
long stories, and cuts many an officer short In
their verbal communications. He evidently hes
his odd ways. am informed be puts on 4 citi.
Gems dress and walks through the camp. The
other day he helped teamster out Of the mud,
then gave him q severe lecture for not driving
carefully He laughed heartily to hear the wit.
ticisms Of o teamster upon himself The high
water in the river made slough ell but impas-
sable. The teamster had AouDdered through it,
and reaching the top of the bluff, and being in
sight Of headquarters, relieved himself of volley
after volley Of oaths upon the creek, bis horses,
the roads, and lastly upon Gen. Halleck for not
having the creek bridged The criticism was
just, but the General had already ordered the
construction of bridge, and being iacog., could
enjoy the verbal castigation. The army evident
y hes confidence 10 its commander, though
doubt If he is personally known to many of the
officers and very few Of the men.
FsxALr Asrrcr OF rHr Rr11Ilros.-A ludi.
TIM sNvu Eovr 1~v AZ thn
Provost Harshal's headquarters. Four rebel
ladies called to see Col. Matthews. Across the
walk, and between the outer gate and the houee,
large national 6sg Is suspended. Two of the
ladies passed under It, but the other two vowed
in animated tones that they would not bow their
heads to that 'flthy Lincoln rag" When the
party was about to leave, the two who had gone
into the Prov0sts room passed out of the gate,
but the other two we're stopped by the guard
"What do you mean, Sir Let us out Instantly
exclaimed one of the stiif.necked rebels sharply.
mot step" said the guard, you wantonly in
suited that flag which We are here to defend,
and you can't leave this place without permission
of the Provost" The ladies whirled round in .
furious rage, making brilliant exhibition Of
garters and other uncomfortable things, to the
eyes Of the guard, and went back under the tag
to see Colonel Mathews. Ladies' have peculi.
srly nervous twitchibiity in their gait when
much excited, and 20 one Of the fair ones caught
her heel In her hoops, and in extricating herself
got the other foot into the same trap and whirl.
ed head foremost, and feet flying upwards, into
the soft blue grass which waves In the ehady
yard like the sea green plumsge of Bird Of
Paradise. The goddess of Modesty who sucked
US ut her soft bosom in tender infancy and whose
foster child We have ever been, here bids US to
draw thick veil 'impenetrable to mortal eyes"
over what poor Peeping Tom of Coventry sought
to behold when the noble Lady Godiva rode
through the streets Of chat ancient city on her
milk.white steed. We obey her sacred COM
mand and content ourselves with quoting the
well known lines of Tom Moore, which tell how
poor Eebe while walking one night across the
aky stumbled against star
'And all Heavens hosts of eyes ~
Saw those luxuriant beauties sink
In lapse of lovelinees along the azure skies.
The wanton wind
Which had pursued the flying fair
And sweetly twined
Its spirit with the breathing wings
Of her embrosial hair,
Scared as she fell, and on its rufling wings
Oh, wanton wind
Waited the robe whose sacred Aow
Swallowed her kindling charms of snow,
The brow of Juno flushed
Love blessed the breeze!
The Muses. blushed,
And every cheek was hid behind Tyre,
While every eye was glancing thro' the strings'
Az Mark Anthony said:
"What . fall was there, my countrymenw
We will notice the next case that turns up