The Burlington weekly hawk-eye., 1862-12-27

Section, under Captain Bob Shorty, and COM
pany 3, regiment s, under Captain William
Brown, to march out Of Paris, and form in line
under the guns Of the Southern Confederacy;
at the same time directing Captain Samyule
strike through defle in the hills
Samyule formed his veterans in the shape of
Q horse shoe, and says he:
Comrades, now is the time to repent of your
sins, for you haven't got much time left. As
for myself" says Samyule, seriously, "my
sins are all those of commission, and those
who gave me my commission are responsible
for them. If any of you younger Mackerels
have in your possession the last things your
mothers gave you, now is your chance to look
upon them for the last time" 5sa
As Samyule spoke thus, small blue object,
arrying drum, toddled forth from the ranks,
saluted. 1t was small Mackerel drum
ner, my boy, who had enlisted only ten days
before, and his small eyes were wet with
tears. The heroic child wiped his little nose
on his sleeve, and says he:
"My mother gave me something
Samyule was greatly affected, and says he:
''Was it the Family Bible, sweet cherub!'
"No-o. %" sohbed the innocent, as though
his little heart would break
Samyule wiped his tear dimmed spectacles,
and says he:
Perhaps it was her daguerreotype?
The infant wept afresh, and says he
s.No o.o.'' tse
"Then," says samyule, in broken voice,
" it must have been her blessing"
"No! no-o.o," cried the small Mackerel
drummer, with quivering lips.
''Then what in thunder was 1t that your
has Go uu1n
wildered.
at was q spanking screamed the affec-
tionate little creature cramming both his little
fists into his little eyes, and blubbering unre-
STRANGELY.
Samyule gazed moment at the child, and
says he:
'well may affection bid thee weep, thou ten
der little one! When sweetheart blusbingly
places rose upon her lovers breast, the scene
is affecting; but my own memory of childhood
tells me that far deeper feeling is excited
when the tender mother selects different
flower, and places upon the back Of her child
the modest lady slipper"
Immediately after this affecting little inci-
dent, my boy, Samyule led his men to their
duty, and they marched into one end Of the
defle as soldiers, to pass out Of the other as
spirits.
Along the front, "Forward!" was the word,
and the Comic Section swept to the assault
like a sea Of bsyonets dashed against q
shore of adamantine rock from the hollow
of an Almighty hand. Were it possible, my
boy, for bullets to ascend perpendicularly un-
til they just reached the top Of mountain
| breastworks, and then slant down at an acute
angle to where the foe lay hidden, it is posi-
BILE tha: the frequent volleys from the Comic
;~hf
but as the face of the hill before our troops
was straight up and down, with the noisy
Confederacies on the extreme summit, the
Mackerel musketry simply occasioned rise
in Federal lead, without . fall in Confederate
leaders, &C.
Some Confederacies in their lofty intrench-
ments just tipped over few cannon, so that
the balls might roll out upon the Msckerels,
and, says one of them:
..If you mudsills will stay there little long.
er, we'll manage it so as to drop the shells on
you from our hands, without using the guns
at all'
Captain Bob Shorty heard this jeer, and, as
he tied his handkerchief over wound on his
forehead, sickly smile illustrated his CHASTITY
face, and says he:
1--WE might as we'll all die here together
The grave, after all, is softer bed than many
of these Mackerel beings have been accustomed
to-"
Sergeant O'Pake, who always takes things
literally, turned to Bob, and, says he:
"Whst makes it soft ?"
Because" says Captain Bob Shorty, look
ing reverently at the sergeant, "it is bed OF
down. Did you never hear the old song of
| Down among the Dead Men p But let me not
linger over the scene, my boy.
mi IL Non oil <1,v
recrossed Duck Lake, and the General penned
the following:
DISPATCH.
81 have Withdrawn the Brigade across Duck
Lake The position of the Confederacies is
impregnable. 1t was q Military Necessity to
attack the enemy, or retire. l have done
both. WoBERT WoB1NsoN.
| Just as the spectacled veterans gained this
side of Duck Lake again, my boy, the Mack
erel Chaplain was accosted by Republican
chap from Boston, and says he:
s'This really looks like action at last, my
friend. Our troops are evidently all enthu-
siasm to be let once more against the foe."
The Chaplain shaded his eye with his hand
to look at the speaker, and says he
"They are indeed enthusiastic. my friend
So enthusiastic, in fact, that at least half Of
them would not come back to this side at all u
"Ah" says the Republican chap; "the no.
BILE fellows"
"Yes," says the Chaplain, as softly as
though he were speaking in sick-room; ''they
remain there, sleeping upon their arms. And
O! my friend, they will never, never come
back again"
He spoke truly, my boy and may kind
Heaven see naught III the blood yelling from
their loyal hearts bnt the blush of soldier
honor; the glow of patriot fire in which al
their human errors went up to God as the
smoke Of a glorious sacrifice. They sleep theii
last sleep upon the arms Of their country; ano
whether those arms, with which she folds then
into her heart, be white with the ermine Of
winter, or green with the drapery of summer
the clasp shall be none the less strong with al
a Mothers Immortality Of love.
Yours, grsvely, ORPHEUs Z. KERR.
A dealer advertised eyeglasses, by the aid o
which person could easily read the finest print
4 we'll dressed man called at the counter one
d.v IN he fitted TO q pair of spectacles. As ht