The Shasta courier., 1864-08-27

Inefe pelng no further business. tne Son-
vention adjourned.
j. S. FoLLANsBEE, Chairman.
SAxL. FRANcIs, Secretary.
CHANGES WROUGHT BY THE WAR.-In
Cudjo's Cave" war novel by j. I. Trow-
bridge, well known as a contributor to the
Atlantic Monthly, we find the following par
agraph:
How many beloved g good for-nothing"
has gone from our streets and iiresides, TO re-
appear in the vision of glory The school
fellows know not their comrades; the moth
er knows not her own son. The STRIPPING
whose outgoing aud in coming were SO famil-
lar to us-impnlsive, fun-loving, little vain,
"a little SELFISH apt to be cross when the sup
per was not ready. apt to come late and make
You cross when the supper was ready and
waiting whoever guessed what nobleness
was in him His country called, and he rose
up a patriot. The fatigue of marches. the
hardships of camp and bivouac. the hard fare.
the Injustice that must be submitted to, all
the terrible trials of the body's strength and
the souls patient endurarce-these he bore
with the superb huovance of spirit which de-
notes the hero. Who was it that caught up
the colors and rushed forward with them in
to the thick of the battle, after the fifth man
who attempted it had been shot down? Not
the village loafer, who used to 90 about the
streets dressed so stability? Yes. the same.
He fell, covered with wounds and glory. The
rusty and seemingly useless instrument we
saw hang so long idle on the walls of society,
none dreamed to be a trumpet of sonorous
note until the soul came and blew blast.
And what has become Of that white gloved,
perfnmed, handsome cousin of yours, devoted
to his pleasures. weary even of those-to
whom life, with all its luxuries, had become
a b5re? He fell in the trenches at Wagner.
He had distinguished himself by bis daring,
his hardihood. his fiery love of liberty. When
the nations alarm beat. his manhood stood
erect; he shook himself; all his past frivol-
tiles were no more than dust to the name of
this young lion, The war has developed the
latent heroism in our young fellows. in our
selves Because it has called into action all
this generosity and courage, if for no ether
cause, let us forgive its cruelty, though the
chair of the beloved one be vacant, the bed
unslept in, and the hand cold that penned
the letters in that sacred drawer, which can
not even now be opened without grief.
AN AFFECTING INclDENr.-Our worthy
State Military Agent at Nashville, L. b.
Willard, ESQ.,. in recent letter to his wife
in this city, relates the following affecting III
cident. He says
Last evening, as | was passing by the
post hospital, my attention was arrested by
the singing in rather loud tone, Of Rally
round the flag. boys, by one of the patients
inside. While listening to the beautiful mu-
sic of that popular song, | observed to a nurse
standing in the doorway, that the person
singing must be in very merry mood, and
sir said he, the poor fellow engaged in
with death-has been diving all day. | am
his nurse he continued, and the scene SO
affected me that | was obliged to leave the
room. He is just about breathing his last. ;
stepped into the ward, and true enough,
the brave man was near his end. His eyes
were already fixed in death. He was strug-
Cling with all his remaining stregth against
the grim monster while at the same time
there gushed forth from his patriotic soul in
coherently the words, Rally round the flag,
| bows, which had so often cheered him through
his weary march, and braced him up when
entering the field of blood, in defense of his
country. Finally he sank away into his
death slumber, and joined his Makers com
mand, that is marching onward to that far
off, better land. The last audible sound that
escaped his lips was Rally, boys, rally once
again 7 As his eyes were closing. some doz-
en- of his comrades joined in a solemn vet
beautiful hymn, appropriate to the occasion.
Take it altogether, this was one of the most
affecting scenes ever witnessed in hospi-
tai. 1t drew tears copiously from near one
hundred of us. 1t occurredin the large ward
which occupies the entire body of the church
on Cherry street. The deceased was an Hi.
noisian. and had been wounded in one of the
recent skirmshes Detroit Tribune