The Weekly Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, O. [Ohio]) 1861-1???, 1864-06-08
marching away to tho cruel swamps Of viz.

what suspicious.
Before the storming Of Sumter ho wa'
heard to say dozen times that he sym
pathized with his misguided Southern
brethren Since that momentuous era
he had held his tongue, never joining in
tho excited harangues of his neghbors in
the village schoolhouse, attending no wal
meetings, Offering no money for the cause
and doing nothing to encourage enlstmcnts
1t lookel bad, certainly, At length tho
public feeling ran so high that Nick heard
of it, but ho only laughed, calling them q
pack of fools for their pains, and said he
would give his opinions when called upon
for thom, and not before. Butno ono cared
to ask him point blank what ho thought
for wholesome fear of his prowess was
prevalent i'll Springdale. But Nick goI
caught at last.
"Come, father, teas ready" iaid Lizzie
Yes, child, in minute. What's this
Three hundred thousand moro men called
for by President Lincoln |"
"The Lord pity their poor mothers" said
old Mrs. Hopkins, wiping her eyes, MS she
thought OF Ben her irst'born, away in the
army.
The Deacon cast his eyes down. tho col
umn
"Hmph! what's this? New regiment
under the Presidents proclamation. Col
Dudley has been commissioned by the
Governor to raise regiment for immodi
alto service"
a wonder il that's Nick" said Lizzie.
"No. He's q secessionist," grumbled
the Deacon
Gle isn't" spoke up Cioily--then blush
ing like a rose.
Why, Cicily, child said Mrs Hopkins,
How do you know what he is ?"
Why he told me Ia white lie) - that s
(conscience- -stricken) Tho didn't exactly
say so, but IL know-that is, think"
Better be quito sure of what you are
saying, Cicily"
Cicily opkins-sweet Cicily Hopkins
from New Hampshire for a visit to
her Cousin Lizzie, came blooming into
Springdale one June morning, and Nick
stared whenever and wherever he could
like real heathen, as he was aud before
many days he made some pretonoe to cal!
over ut the Doacon's, where he straight.
way received an introduction to pretty
Cicily, who wondered much at his great
moustache, and rather liked his looks, but
denominated him perfect bear afterward
when she and Lizzie were talking him over.
Then lie invited Miss Lizzie land Cicily of
course) to ride over to Accomao ponds
with him, to fish for perch and gather wa.
ter lilies, and, indeed, carried them both
there in grand style, aud made himself so
agreeable that they fell fairly in love with
him, and vowed that they would never lis.
ten to word in his disparagement again
Yes, Nick was caughtl and Cicily, half
afraid of the great fish she had hooked
felt proud of her contest, and got to look
ing for the dreamy eyes and black nous
tache with a little llutter at the heart and
gush of crimson bushes over plump cheeks
and mll-white neck. But then, he was a
secessouists, they said, and she staunch
Union damsel-She would never marry u
ecessonist-never! She said as much
one day in Nick's hearing, but he only
smiled and remarked that "ho wouldn't
either--if he could
And SO the summer was slipped by, and
Cicilys visit drawing to close--only one
day of it remained q"
Nick had gone to Boston with q promise
to return in time to say good bye--and
something else which he wished to tell her
before they should part. ALI she well
knew what it was
Tea on the table, Cicily sat looking out OF
the open window at the honeysuckes and
sweetbriars. Lizzie, as usual was bust.
ling round in perfect whirlwind Of bust
ness and stiff muslin. Old Mrs Hopkins
was slowly rolling up her knitting, while
the Deacon, who had just received his
newspapers from the post office, was dim.
ly cpelling out the headings to the col
umns.
What a pretty little scream from fright
ened, blushing Cicily, while Lizzie burst
into laughter, and Old Mrs. Hopkins drop
ed her knitting in astonistment; for there
stood Nick Dndly himself; an unobserved
spectator of the scene, looking handsomel
than ever in his Colonei's uniform.
What passed between Nick and Ccily
that night, in the long walk they took to
gcther under the naples, know not; only
when the Colonel returned home towards
midnight, he went strolling along the lonely
road trolling ont snatches of Spanish bal
lads and old love ditties, while Cicily wen
softly up 10 her chamber, richer by a hap
py heart and ring upon her finger which
had never glittcred there before.
A battle e.feld--black masses of smok,
drifting overhead below, black masses
of men here and there--here motonless
there hurrying Observation-Disclosures
flashes OF fire dashing angrllyout at suddcr
intervals-straggle stark and dead, cloth
ing the fields, the woodlands and the road
batteries with their powder-staineC
pieces, and tho haggard artillerymen Hit
ting wildly around them--an occasiona
cheer coming closely up in the distance
as some regiment goes swinging on at q
double quick, the men bareheade l, Will
their tongues lplling from their mouths
eager-eyel, all dust-grimcd and breathless
Skrmishers outlying in every thlckei
creeping up hills and through woods, il
long snaky lines--bare armed surgeons
sweaty with hacking and mangling, to
wards the rear-pale Officers in groups
discussing, giving hurried orders, ant
| peering anxiously through Held glasses
aids darting nff into the smoke and neve
returning -blood-stained Orderlles dartine
lup and out Of the amoke with mysterious
dispatches, and instantly disappearing
again like phantom messengers-the roa
of tbs great guns heard miles and mile
away. rafting the glass in the windows o
peaceful homesteads, where they think |
| is some distant thunderstorm over th'
mountain.
Look at the regiment charging the rehe
battery, which, hidden by iallen trees, an'
stone walls, and brush harrioades. hal
been playing all day with such deadlv OF
feet upon onr poor follows. Down they y
into the little valley at a half run, Uanteen
iiugling, nuskets at slope, tigllt-waiste,
officers already beginning to'pant little
men oosening their knapsack stays, read,
to throw them OFF when they begin tn
real work. Nav they cross the little brook
let Ia tAe hpllow--lozeiis Of them stoop