The Nashville daily union. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1862-1866, 1862-12-10


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LOUISVILLE, nscemher o. 5
The red light Of our melancholy civil
war seems 70 invest everything with the
reflection Of its own crimson light, and,
astunes, all things 70 its mouFnfsl song.
The tain Of cars which left the many
billed capital Of Tennessee yesterday
morning for this place, did not furnish
an exception TO this remark; not chat
mean that all the passengers, who
thronged the cars, aHd crowded them to
oyerhOwing, were soldiers, or directly
connected with the army; but somehow
every man, woman, agd child saw,
seemed to me D part aud parcel of the
great military pageant, which now shakes
and appals the land with its unrelenting
presence. The god Of war seems to have
set bis seal upon the brow Of every one
around me; on the forehead Of that
young boy it glitters like the star of a
vague but beautiful hope; on that of the
vigorous man it blazes with the sublime
aspirations of holy patriotism, or CLOVIS
with the meteoFic light of high-soaring
ambition and too often, alas, on the brow
of bereaved sister, or mother,or widowed
wife, it shines with the sad radiance of
the evening star, when it looks down
through the tears of coming night, upon
the grave of one who was most beloved
of all upon the earth. War is the one
theme of all conversations, the keynote
of
"The sad music Of humanity"
The terrible monotony at times almost
distracts me, and | feel as though it
would be welcome thing to be trans
ported for awhile to the most secluded
spot i n Europe--to ROBINSON CRUsoG's
Island, to the Happy Valley of RAssE-
LAS
"Anywhere, anywhere,
haa 1 Out Of the world,' t 1ft
until / could find brief refreshment
and respite from the din aud distraction
Of this unnatural war. Oftentimes,
doubtless, do many others, as well as
myself, find themselves harboring such
unmanly and selfish thoughts, but to all
Of us who are worthy of the name of pa
triOt, comes the good angel of patriotism,
and, somewhat changing the sublime
sentiment Of the old Roman dramatic
poet: Z" Homo sum, etc. ;-she whispers in
our ears You are american 0itizeas:
nothing which concerns the Republic,
should be indifferent TO you" So instead
of fold our arms and indulging in senti-
mental longings for peace, or trying to
shun all responsibility and labor, in this
great trial which has, by the visitation
Of God, befallen our country, it will be
far better for us all to%act well our part'in
each changing scene of the bloody drama
"a drama bloodier than that in which the
tragic Muse has sung the wars of the
rival Houses of York and Lancaster. AS
such disjointed thoughts and images
rushed through my mind, more rapidly
than the train which bore me rushed
over level plain, dizzy ravine, and
through dismal tunnel, my attention was
directed to lively conversation, be-
tween two parties on my left.
"Nice gun this, sir" said a quick
eyedlit gentleman, to a very civil, gen.
tlemanly docking young man, who had a
neat shotgun in his possession.
" Yes, sir, very good gun"
"Nice gun" continued the first speak
er, cooking and swapping it," needs
little fixing. Going to have it repaired {?
Ramrod lost, too, see"
Yes, sir, Captain -- took it from
the rebels, and gave il to me. The inter-
rogator's keen eyes sparkIed at this last
remark, and he looked as if he had found
q valuable trail, and meant to trace it
up He continued;
"Taken from the rebels, Ell? where
at ?? And he drew out small memo
randum book
What is the Captains name 2 Who
gave you this gun p auf
1t was given and noted down.
And your name p
This was also given.
"Have you q permit for this gun ~
mo, sir"
swell, sir, shall have to take this
gun and deliver it to the Provost Marshal
in Nashville. IL this gun was taken as
trophy from the rebels, il belongs to the