The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1870-07-19

o. salvation, o. 10 anything
There is na mercy for me, said he
some 81 them say there IS mercy Tor
al I answered.
s. they rs, brother be replied
raise ny bead a little am bleeding
like pig am splitting blood 1
shall soon know an about IL Perhaps
there is mercy lof us OIL. perhaps # we
bad been always taught So. these things
would not bsyo been as they are, Oar
parents never taught Is So They al
ways spoke Of predestinauon Of the
elect Of he'll for the many, of heaven
ior the few iavorites. The Lord knows
better better
He stopped speaking; he turned pal
er; be was dying fast. But perhaps he
Was right, after all perhaps the Lord
did know better what was best than he
or the doctors o. divinity AT all events
| was glad to hear him say so, in these
timos, when the Lord is hardly thought
smart enough to mingle in earthly af-
iairs hardly up to the standard Of the
steam-engine aud the patent clothes
wringer.
Five minutes alter this, my eldest
brother was dead,
don't know why it was that all this
time and through all this firing we had
attracted no attention. Tommy and |
had pushed ont some distance beyond
the designated line; perhaps my broth
er Charles had done the same, and that
we net as it were on neutral ground.
However this may be, never did feel
more in need of assistance than Just
then; but no assistance came. Weak as
/ was, undertook to drag my brother
to the bush where my younger brother
lay. / tugged away with dreadful IN
ergy; distinctly recollect how confus-
ed and queer felt what strange
feeling there WAS IN the back of my
head as though all my SORROWS were
gathering there, and struggling and
fighting for the best position. ! recol-
lect very distinctly that, at last, after
much tugging and toiling and strainiDg
| got my dead brothers corpses togeth-
er, aud tried to lay them side by side,
but could not for the life OF me; they
would come wrong; hour after hour il
seemed to me | tried to get them right
shifting them in this way and that
turning them round till / was weary
and still they were always oppressively,
pnzzlingly wrong; and still the strange
squirming sensation continued in the
back of my head, varied now by sharp
shooting pains, and feeling Of faint
ness. All at once the idea came up.
on me that there were hundred
corpses in front Of me, instead of two
and that / was trying to play game Of
checquers with them. How | struggled
to move them hither and thitner, and
how utterly abortye and painful all my
efforts were Suddenly the corpses be-
gan to dance and my head began to
dance, and there came confused idea
that | was lying on my back aud could
not get mp, and all at once the light
went ont, and horrible darkness came
When the fever left me, and the light
Pickering, uncertain. unsteady and
binding came back, ! found myself il
the hospital at Alexandria. Little by
little, us my strength returned, they
told me the news. My brothers body
had been sent home to New Hampshir,
the shock had killed my mother; ha(
no one but sister left The rebel hat
been buried on tie field
But | have won something some
thing to compensate me for all tins
had achieved glory; had been an item
in the war correspondence Of a dozel
papers Perhaps you know, sir, how
weary, stale, fiat and Improbable" il
the praise of men, when the heart il
scared and numbed with extraordinary
griefs. You can imagine my indifference
and their surprise at my indifference
when they showed me the glowing ex
tracts which spoke Of my intrepidity.-
Intrepidity ! had displayed none. On
" revengefnl disposition had mad,
me desperate.
But, believing then, as | believe now
that reputation is ofioner the result o
accident, chance, circumstance, than 0
ability OF courage, ! accepted The com
mission they offered me, and kept it I'll
| lost my leg when, my sister hayin,
died Of consumption, and being left en-
tirely alone in the world, / came on
here TO these Minnesctian wilds an,
took this claim. | Jog along. sir, in
humdrum sort Of way. When | grov
old suppose they will call me a her
nit. Some day they win miss me
aud perhaps some of them will put N,
under the sod for the sake Of what
have got.
Ii il related that as some friend
u Campbell, the author ol Hoheniin