Morning journal and courier., 1885-10-26

above the earthworks, delivered their fire and ! disappeared to be immediately replaced by | another line of men, and then by still anoth- | CT. The bursting shells, finging their iron | fragments far and wide, the whistling of grape and canister, the particularly vicious l yipI yip! ping! of the minute ball, flying branches of trees, torn apart by ball and shell, the misty atmosphere thick with smoke, was scene never to be forgotten. Our gunboats threw their ponderous iron I missiles over and into the works. The COWS
 before mentioned as feeding quietly at our
 front now beloved loudly, and with their | tails straight in the air rushed about seeking
 shelter, and finding none. A large dog be- | longing to the enemy after the balls where they struck the ground
 have fired half-dozen rounds, when | looked about me. It seemed as though I l was acting under the influence of dream. l could not exactly realize my situation, yet ! knew that death was in the air ''Is this 8 | battle?' thinks I to myself; why, no one is | dead or wounded about me. Carefully ram
 ming in another cartridge, examining my cap to see that it dry, I fired again. Could see no particular object to fire at when l the enemy were not delivering their fre un- | less their artillerymen should themselves fire at them
 One man in dark clothes mounted the l works and with field glass carefully scanned our position. fired at him several times | If hit anybody didn't know it. Indeed, I did not always know whether my gun was discharged or not, except by it's commencing 1 to kick back little, there was such a noise. ''Why don't some one get hit2'' My foot | was pulled slightly by one of our men be- hind me. Looked around Saw him point 1 ing to my left, and he evidently was telling 1 me something, as his lips were moving. I could scarcely hear him, but looked in the direction indicated, and saw one of my com pany who had been firing from a kneeling position lying with his face to the ground, small spot of blood on his temple. That | was all. He never knew what killed him. l looked at him with astonishment and could | not seem to comprehend the situation even
 then. l S'Don't hit me, boys! I'm woundedl" and one of our front rank staggered to the rear l holding bleeding hand to his bleeding face. | They've got the range of us now" shout
 ed some and, and men began to fall back to | the rear with bleeding wounds or fell in their | tracks. Some men in their excitement fired ! i'll the air and one or two fire off their ram
 rods. I could see these things happening all | about me.
 1 By and by we hear loud cheering on our
 left it grows louder and nearer.
 Charge" and out of the works we spring,
 rushing at top speed, stumbling over the 1 falling tree trunks, splashing into mud-holes, | scrambling through the briars, and leaping |
 scramble up the sloping parapet and are on 1 them. The enemy is in full retreat.
 | We have now short halt in the breast
 works; companies that were broken up in i the charge were rejoined and rolls called. | Many had answered to their names this morn | ing for the last time. The last two or three | hours had mustered them out, and they had | joined the great ma ajority. During the short
 rest that followed General Burnside rode past
 us hat in hand, his face beaming with smiles,
 every one cheering at the top of his voice. | All felt happy think. The time of the en-
 gagement seemed very short. One man said
 it must have been thirty minutes there
 abouts. It seemed to me trif1e more. In
 reality it lasted nearly three hours.
 Fun in the New York Stock Exchange. | [R. Wheatly, in Harper's Magazine for Novemberl The activities of stock brokerage involve exhaustive drain of vital energy. The ner- I vous force necessarily expended in rapid
 reasoning and quick decision is often directed l into other channels to releive the overtasked | brain. The younger section of the broker l tribe indulges in an annual regatta of it's l rowing association, in baseball contests with l the callow atheetes of popular college, in | which the "Good Boys" pitted against | the Bad Boys," in go-as you-please pedes- | trian matches in the Central Park, in Bacchic I dances to the entrancing music of Italian or gan grinders, in tremendous attempts at Greco Roman wrestling, and in exasperating l 'tug-of-war" contest at either end of stout rope. It elso revels, in company with the | elder, in the concerts of the Glee club, and | never fails to make the annual song festival st Chicker1ng Hall, or the less frequent one
 in the Brooklyn Academy of Music, grand | success in respect of enthusiasm, flowers and
 numbers At the Christmas season it luxu-
 rates in the blowing of tin horns and bugles,
 smashing the broker hats, pelting with blown bladders, wet towels, and surreptitious snow 1 balls, and in the sly insertion of the cooling crystals between the collars and necks of un- 1 suspecting brethren. Hot pennies are some l sometimes substituted. If the victim whose spinal column glow with unwonted heat be l of dynamite temperament, fierce explosion | is the inevitable result. This same juvenile l section is addicted to horse-play with uncon- | scious- -intruders into the board room, and l with subjects of practical jokes. The clothes l of both grow rapidly worse for wear, and are | badly marked with uncertain quotations of stocks in still more uncertain figures in chalk. | This is all the more incongrous in view of the | faultless and almost dudish attire of many of 1 the members. Fashionable tailors cannot ! crave better advertisement, nor florists more | striking coign of vantage, from which to dis play their choicest wares.
 This class of gentlemen reveals remarkably | affectionate interest in the advent of 8 new | conner to the broker household, circulates | tidings of the joyful event, congratUlates the blushing pere, and takes up collection for l the purchase of some appropriate or inappro- priate present to the infantine monarch. l They are also somewhat prone to the hazing l of new members, and are not always discreet l in the choice of methods. If the welcome be | peculiarly hearty, the novice may receive | free ride around the board room, the trans 1 fer of quotations from the blackboard to the | back of his coat and see the necessity of new l orders to his natter and tailor. in vain | does the chairman use the gavel on such oc- I z c--. l does not hesitate to run off with that symbol | of authority At other times it may leave | him alone in his glory to call the list in ave- l some silence to empty benches. These ire pressibles welcome some visitors with pro- | found respect. Prince Hohenlohe is regard | ed in silence; ''G cd save the Queen" is sung | with enthusiasm in presence of Sergeant Bal 1 lantine; and large applause greets brief speech from "Tom Brown" Oscar Wilde does not fare as we'll The cheers are deri- sive, the josting severe, and the sunhower l knight finds it hard to keep his aesthetic legs. A Manitoba insurance agent, looking like Russian bear in his fur cap and hairy
 coat enters the gallery. He is blizzard to the brokers They rub their hands, swing their arms, and out do the pantomime of a
 half frozen stage-driver. Eloquence effects them strangely when it springs from their
 own officers. Cat-calls, cheers, oWls and | whistles testify to their high appreciation. The less there is of it the better they like it.
 'sI am sorry'' is an exordium that evokes conflicting counsels, such as, ''Hire hall"
 etc., etc "Thank you, was the staple speech of one of the best secretaries the exchange
 ever had, and never failed to bring down the
 house. The hilarity and practical jocosity at
 rare intervals overleap due bounds, and
 provoke fistie encounters, in which case the inpromptu Sullivans and Morrisseys are
 parted, and then punished by temporary
 suspension from all privileges of the ex- | change.
 Repartee is piquant, always pointed, some l times Falstafian. In dull times the lovers l of fun amuse themselves with parodies of election tickets, railroad regulations, and COZ 1 poration circulars. Of the latter, that of the
 great Bric-a-brac company is a specimen. It
 proposed the manufacture of antique china,
 brle- -a-brac, and bronzes out of old fruit cans.
 broken crockery, old iron, tin-foil tobacco 1 wrappers, and other refuse. Domestic dis l or,railr,a ruora 1,ossitlu rafiected in it