The Irish standard., 1895-06-08

story Of the pretty little woman and ice
bealIt iful child, and there was not q man
among us who did not feel a tenderness
for and q protecting interest III Doth
There never was a woman whose hearts
was more full Of love and JOY. She co1llid
do nothing but talk Of the captain antl,
wonder If he had changed SO that she
could recognize him, or If he wouldn't
be able to recognize her. Then she
would fall to wondering II he would
know his little daughter If he met her III
the street by her resemblance to him
self, which, as he had never set eyes OIL
her, did not seen. probable. Throughout
that long days ride we all entered most
heartily into that darling little wonlans
hopes, fears, doubts, and, joys, and saar- Y
cd them to such an extent that we were
quite as anxious to see the captain as sile
was. .#%N
eve reached our journeys end, and
before the train had fairly stopped
tall, elegantly proportioned fellow OF ~
came bounding into the car. DE little
woman gave such a scream OF JOY as 4
can never forget, and In less time than J.
can tell 1t was standing il the car alsie
clasped in the young soldiers arms, anu
tears of joy unltterable coursed down
two beautiful young faces as their lips
met. For lr2y own part, my own eyes
were so full of binding moisture that
could see nothing when the proud ana
happy young wife and mother led her
husband for the first time to the place
where their little child lay sleeping.
'In one of the early battles OF the
war, in the hottest part Of the, action,
felt my coattails pulled by a young fellow
\ r 1oy hppr H.
ployed in tobacco factory prior to his
enlistment.
!. why are you not fighting In your
placer asked angrily.
- . We'll. Z Just wanted to tell you that
if vou don't mind think will take my
time off today
GEN. LEES PATHETIC ONE.
t"Many of the most beautiful and pa
thetic incidents of the late war occurred
after it was all over At hotel at
Washington in 1868, a gentleman whose
face could not exactly rem member,
though it seemed strangely familiar, in
troauced himself and asked permission
to present me to his mother, a
singularly beautiful old lady of oueenly
and delightful bearing, to whom he said:
Mother let me present to you Ger. Il. d.
Lee, OF the late Confederate army, whose
saber thrust gave me this scar on nay
right cheek and who bears the mark OF q
wound I gave him. The beautiful odd
lady threw her arms around my neck
and wept on my shoulder, and IN THAT
tender embrace and in the fervent clasp
of that Federal officers hand and mine
were buried the animosities OF the war
forever. g5s
cone of the most devoted aahereI,ts the
Southern cause ever had was Col M.
! No matter how .hick and black di5as~
ter lowered upon our arms, the colone1
never saw anything but brightest nope
and absolute surety of success OF the NEAL
future. In fact, he might, not inappfo-
priately, have been styled the Caleb
Balderstone Of the Confederate army, fol'
lust as the original Caleb was always
REPRESENTING his master as being in the
mcst atfAueTt and prosperous cilc1lrn-
stances, and invetjng the most ingenious
lies to make it appear so, the colonel
constantly represented the resources OF
the South ern people TO be ]irnitless in
the same cleva; fashion. AT length,
when defeat stared us plainly III 1ne
face and my surrender to Gen. Grant
was inevitable, a young officer delicate
ly hinte.l to the colonel that perhaps his
confidence in the ultimate success Of oar
arms, which was still as boastfnl as
ever, was perhaps a. trifle over ween-
ing. The colonel looked at him for a
moment with an expression IN which
contempt, anger, horror, and anuse-
ment struggled for the mastery. Then,
with hands uplifted, hair standing OIL
end, and eyes fashing fire, he roared out
at the discounted lieutenant in the
yoicye of a stentor: Dam up Niagara
Fails with tissue paper; bottle up the
Atlantic ocean in whisky flask; paste
rsTo let on the sun and moon: catch a
flash Of lightning between your thumb
and finger; build a. worm fence around
winter supply of summer weather;
harness thunderbolt to a sulky; watt
all the clouds out Of the sky with a lady s
fan: saddle and ride a. hurricane; fasten
dishclout to the tail Of comet; pack
lup ali the stars in a beer keg; knock a
tornado out OF time with your fist; put
1.-THE sky in your pocket; unbuckle a
belly band of eternity; but never, never
again allow yourself to fancy for mo-
ment THAT the poor little North can ever
whip the great Southern Confederacy.' y
| SHERIDAN'S TWO GOOD ONES.
1.-TWO soldiers of the opposing armies
engaged in a hand to hand struggle
during a charge amid smoke SO thick
that M IL their faces we're unrecognizab bic.
| Each received and inflicted a mortal
wound. The smoke cleared away and
each recognized his brother. Tom
.Harry1 passed like pistol shots, and they
| fell forward and died in each others
arms " sh8t 5. Is t5gf.s .5;
"Once in camp my self and some OF
my brother officers fell desperately in
Hove with female voice we used to hear
singing at night. It was simply angelic