Year: 1869

| N"i OOhOidi, hC Sdspeu Uul, L III


badly woundedl I've got big cannon


ball right here in my breast. 1t just
struck me, General, and reckon I'm
done for"


Seeing strange protuberance on the
mans breast, something round, under
the gray shirt, which was yet untorn,
the General struck it with the fiat of his
sword, and out leaped rabbit The
little wild creature, terrified by the rush
and noise of battle, had spied this odd
asylum, a providential opening for him,
and had sprung into it, while the soldier
crouched behind the tree. The valiant
Confederate recovered speedily, believe
from that hot shot, and was driven back
into the combat. Let us hope that he
went through safely, and yet lives to
boast of his share in that famous vic.
tory"


/ - Of wars dsatrous chances
| ~ moving accident by flood and field;
| VI hare-breadth scapes the imminent deadly
/ breach.


| General Longstreet has doubtless been
called upon to endure much opposition
and obloquy from his late associates in
the rebel army, and from others who re-
fuse to be comforted and reconstructed.
He is called a traitor to the lost cause
but he seems to bear all that is put up
on him with exemplary fortitude, even
to the "coals of fire heaped upon his
head, by his old enemy, Grant. They
seem to agree with him even better thus
taken, than as an article of diet, as for
merly served up in the South.
He said that when it was announced
that Henry Wilson was to speak in New
Orleans, he preceded him on the plat
form by nearly an hour; that he stood
by him there, enhaloed by memories of
! Rnll RIM and Ghattaneaoo uo th;rI-
ing but for his presence everything would
scarcely have been lovely, on that occa-
sion, for the distinguished Senator from
Massachusetts.


From the lady who told me so much
that was good of her friend, the late reb-
el leader, that / incontinently set about
burying the small sized tomahawk which
l had laid up against him, 1 also receiv-
ed little anecdote of Mr.. Jefferson Da-
Wis, which seems to me eminently char
acteristic of that unfortunate gentleman.


While the ex-President of the ex-Con-
federacy resided in Canada. his yard
Joined the fine garden of spirited and
somewhat particular old Scotch lady. 1t
seems that the little son of the great reb,
ell is an admirable example of young
Americanism in its most rebellious and
irrepressible form. For a time he scan
dalized the community by piece of ap-
palling filial impiety, by singing along
the streets, at the top of his voice, the
verse from the song of John Brown,
which runs


Wen hang JEFF. Davis on a sour apple tree
Being of an adventurous disposition,
and believing in enlarging the area of
his operations, he presently made some
bold incursions upon the territory of the
worthy Scotch lady. 1t was strawberry
time, and he was arrested in the act of
spelling choice bed of the tempting
fruit, and conducted home, red with the
proofs of his devastating raid. The SER
want who captured him made report
of his offense and left warning against
its repetition, yet the next day, and the
next, he pursued his foraging raids in
the same direction with like results. On
the fourth occasion the old lady herself
caught him, and not having the fear of
Southern rights, nor the awe of mighty
misfortunes before her eyes, broke a
switch from fruit tree near by, perhaps
the acidulous apple tree dedicated in song
to his illustrious father, and proceeded to
chastise the little reprobate smartly.-
When finally released, bowling, from
her clutches, he made good time in get
ting over the fence and under the shelter
of the paternal roof.


In a short time the old lady received
a call from very distinguished visitor
from no less parsonage than Mr..
Jefferson Davis himself His mien be-
spoke disturbance of an extraordinary
character, Indignation and astonishment.


Madam he said, "one of your SER
wants has presumed to lay Violent hands
ON my little son, actually to whip him,
madam and / consider it a great out
rage"


"Na, na, Mr.. Davis" replied the old
dame coolly, eye hae been misinformed
twas myself that whipped the laddie,
for trampling over my strawberry beds,
and stealing the fruit. Ye ken very weel
that it's no the first time that he's tres
passed, and if We dinna whip him your
sell somebody maun taxi his case in
hand"