Ashtabula telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1874-1880, 1879-03-28
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ny day,
q f, ,nen you see, as l de-. eea.
femininity, in silks and sealskins.

.nen you see, as l de-. eea'
femininity, in silks and sealskins.
along FoRrteeRth-street to the dry
houses, you will wonder what has become
of the ''hard times" Go through Tiffa-
ny's upper floor and you will see nearly a
hundred bronzes and marbles ticketed for
over So, 600 a piece. They are kept to sell
and they go every day into Murray Hill
drawing rooms. A Broadway baker, l am
crediblY informed, did business of $3.50,
900 last year, mostly in cakes and bonbOns,
and last Sundays Herald had over 8, 400
advertisers represented in IFS sixty-eight
columns of advertisements. If you say
these are the signs in upper-tendom, | ask
Who paid sec, 600 to see the late walk? Is
anyone asking for soup kitchens? New
YOrks poor are no more numerous, in pro-
portion, or needy to-day, than they always
were. Business men make more money,
but it goes further; and while | have
nothing to say concerning your town, l
emphatically assert that he who would find
unusual evidences of hard times in New
York must, like Diogenes, search around
with lantern.
A REMINIsCENCE OF GETTYSBURG.
Can you stand an army incident? Ifnot
you needn't read it, that's ali! A student
of the free College of the City of New
York called on me the other day, mention
ing General Alex. S. Webb as now presi-
dent of that institution. General WebbI'
A train Of the most stirring memories OF
my life started at the name, for it IS indel-
IDLY associated with a sight such as 1nan
is privileged to look upon but once in a
lifetime, and few men ever saw even once.
1t was at Gettysburg. | was an artillerist,
and so it happened that when that heroic
charge was made by Longstreet's divisions
and those splendid lines of gallant South
erners came sweeping grandly across that
field up into the very teeth of our guns, the
time came when we must cease firing, for
our own men were so closely engaged with
the COnfederates that the would receive as
much damage from our fire as the enemy
would. During this interval l had, what
Il soldier in battle rarely has, leisure to
watch. On little knoll Just to our right
stood Webb's Brigade of the old Second
Corps. In their front was Kemper hurl-
ing down his brigade of VirginIans upon
them. Forward and backward went that
thin and constantly thinning line of brave
boys, the officers rushed up and down be
hind the impoverished ranks waving their
swords and cheering on the men. Towards
the left of the line stood two color ser
geants tearing the only colors visible, and
these they waved to and fro IN that leaden
storm in the face of the opposing host.
The battle smoke hung like thick cloud
above and in front of those brave men
the deafening roar of battle, the lurid line
of fire dimmed by the thickening cloud OF
smoke, the hoarse shouts of the brave men
on either side who struggled manfully for
victory, the roar of shell and whistle OF
bullet swerved not those heroic men from
their perilouS duty-the fate of ma
tion hung upon their bayonets and they
knew it, and every man became hero!
/ stood looking upon that scene perfectly
transfixed, the blood tingling through ev-
cry vein, sweeping in great, hot, successive
waves through my frame; and thrilling
through every nerve such rs You and |
have felt when reading some grand heroic
deed OF ages past and gone. Suddenly,
an officer breaks from the line, hatless,
coatless, pale, leaning heavily on his sword
and limping rapidly towards where stood.
A great shell rent at his right hip was let
ting tie rich blood in streams down his
| leg. He was evidently seeking help to
reach the hospital. Not he. "Who is
the commander of this baltery?" point
ell 10 Major Fltzhugh, commanding the
Artillery Brigade, to whom be rushed and
besought him for Gods sake to send a sec
ton of guns to the support of his men, he
could not hold them against that fierce on
saught ten minutes longer. Two guns
ashed at gallop towards Webb's enfee-
bled ran ks; they broke way right and left
with cheer, and our canister tore great
gaps IN Kemper's lines. lie fell wounded.
But now came on Armstrong and Garnett
with their brigades, and again the odds
are with the Southerners. Would our
brave boys be forced to give away? Would
the army be cut in two at that point? The
sight grew maddening! Oh, somebody
give the right order now, if eyerl The fate
! Of the army-of Westinghouse the whole