Year: 1863




occasionally time when we all think o


home and Of the comforts we once Their
enjoyed. Each moment that sweeps b,
in such an hour as this brings and car
ries with it a load of memories. Th'
cherished ones Of years, drawn slowly by
appear, and the hallowed scene of by
gone days arouse suddenly a slumber
ing mind. Soldering does not assist thu
powers Of thought. AS the faithful o,
travels slowly along the path in which
his master directs, so does the soldier
follow along the routes pointed out by
his superiors. His day though not hare
IS in many respects expressing. The
slowness with which a great army mus
necessarily move, the laziness of some
man in high position, weighs down upor
the poor intelligent private. He loves
his country and he believes that each mo
ment should tell favorably against its op'
posers. He thinks that each floating
zephyr should watt some glad news
which he could stow away as memen,
to when war shall have ceased and peace
once again returned. But am diverg.
ing from the path in which correspon
dent ought usually to travel


The lst Tennessee Cavalry are becom
ing quite noted for the successful man
ner in which they fight these home reb-
els. They had fight, the other day, in
in which their Colonel, Hunt, was cap
tured. He was treated quite roughly,
and remained in the hands of the enemy
for some time, when his regiment arri-
ed and AVE battle TO the rebels, and re-
"a ctured their Colonel. Wherever noon
overtakes them they stop, aud there they
dine, perfectly regardless oi.sny foe:. The
citizens all understand their policy ana
accordingly when a detachment of lie
lst Tennessee appear, they are on hand
TO guard their property for them. This
is an inversion of the rule that has usual
Iy obtained here. The Unionists have
have usually guarded the property where
they have camped, to prevent struggling
and mischievous soldiers from plunder-
ing, but these Tennessee boys have Civ
en- their neighbors to understand that
they have entered upon new policy.
If, when they camp close by citizen.
that citizen does not turn out and watch
their horses and lead them back il they
should stray, he is held strictly accounta-
BILE for them, and will be required to pay
the penalty due to the one who steals
them Such, have been informed, is
the policy of the lst West Tennessee
Cavalry, and how do you like it? Do
you not think il is time for every man,
North or South, who is friend to the
governme, {, to arouse and enter earnest
ly upon the great work now before the
American people Have not our sol
ders suffered enough? Has not our ma.
ton been humiliated enough to fan a
flame of patriotism in the coldest heart ?
Has not jealous England seen enough Of
this struggle :? Has not naughty Spain
been frowning long enough ? Has not
gay France, ladened with the rich fruits
of her clustering vines, looked long
enough for the close Of this strife ? Have
not the fertile islands Of the sea shaken
their rich fruits at the very door OF our
ports, and called for the days Of vore when
peace and plenty met them there? All
humanity calls for speedy triumph OF
our cause, and worlds shuddering in the
sky echo back the shout. But no friend
Of humanity in all the vast domain of
earth, or in the celestial spheres. dare
ask for a close of this war until the prin
ciples Of humanity which the Almighty
has planted so deeply in the hearts Of the
freemen Of the North, are acknowledged
and receipted for. When this anholy
rebellion is quelled. and the soldiers who
have endured the privations and met the
foe upon the field Of battle. shall cast a
last sad look back TO the silent graves OF
their comrades who have fallen in the
struggle. and return to their homes, how
glad will they meet those who have sup
ported them. What rejoicings when
they again enjoy their associations But
there will be no feeling but that Of ha.
tired mingled with pity for that assassin
who has cowardly remained behind and
laid his ruthless hand upon their peace
ful homes. He who attempted to pull
down the last best hope Of humanity. and
put up over its sacred remains tho pow.
er Of treason, shall meet his just reward
The old flag Of the free shall throw it:
sacred folds high up in the bright skies