where my friend lived, swarmed with an army of more than 10,000 men. A good-humored multitude kept clamoring around the inadequate hotels for accommodations, and around the little old postoffice for letters, the said post-office having never been designed for a population of ten thousand or fifteen thousand. Stern sentinels guarded the streets and the fields at the end of town; these would not let you pass without a permit or pass signed by the Provost Marshall.

One of these fields my friend and I entered. The soldiers had encamped in and around a grove, near a stream of water. We strolled to the officers' head-quarters where I was introduced to a slim, delicate, youthful-looking officer, as Col. Sprague (Ex-Governor Sprague of Rhode Island.) He wore a plain military suit, very little better than that of the common soldier. The regiment which he led he had raised in his own State. In his brief conversation I remember he said: "We deplore the necessity which compels us to fight our southern brethren. But our cause it is just (and pointing with his right hand heavenward he continued in a subdued tone of voice) in God is our trust.' Gov. Sprague was then reputed to be worth $10,000,000. He had left all the comforts and attractions which wealth and social influence could secure, and assumed the privations and perils of the tented field. Col. Burnside too was there, since then Gen. Burnside, and Col. Hartranft, now our Governor. The Chief of this Division was Gen. Cadwallader, lately deceased. He and his staff had their headquarters in the large parsonage of father Rebaugh. He was a tall, portly man, who looked every inch a soldier. Evidently fond of good eating and drinking, indicated not only by his appearance, but by the great number of boxes, decanters, and boarding material which his colored servants packed in the army-wagons on their onward march. He had several fine horses with him. Among the rest an aged, chesnut-bay, well-fed and groomed, which he took with him as a military memento. This faithful animal was endeared to his owner by a scar, which he brought from the war in Mexico. In one of the hard-fought battles there he was shot through the neck. The deadly ball was within two feet of the life of the General. As the old officer mounted his war-horse the following morning the crowd that wished both of them God speed on their dangerous mission, seemed to divide their grateful veneration between the horse and his rider. For then a horse with a bullet-mark received in battle, was a marvel to look upon, and greatly helped to arouse the patriotism of the people.

At early dawn the town was already astir with trains of cannon and army wagons. Some eight thousand men passed the parsonage, all marching out the Williamsport road towards the valley of Virginia. Among these I discovered a number of acquaintances from

Lancaster and other parts of the State. Professional men, persons of wealth and influence walked in the ranks as private soldiers. Some waved their hats and shouted as they passed; others seemed to be in a less cheering mood. Two hours after the army had left, we started for Clearspring, over the same road. Soon we overtook the long train. It moved slowly. To meet an appointment for religious services, required us to move more rapidly than the army. A column of wagons and men, about five miles long, were in our way. For three hours we vainly strove to gain time by driving. along the sides of the road, over stumps, through gullies, worrying the poor horse no less than ourselves. Now my friend held the lines, then I. The soldiers marched between the wagons and at their sides. Thus the road was blocked from fence to fence. Through this impenetrable mass we vainly tried to fight our way. At length we consented to be passively borne along with the current, in all about ten miles, until we escaped through a by-road. It was a hot June day. The road soon was lined with the footsore and the fainting. Some reeled like drunken men, as they tried their utmost to keep up with the army. On all sides they dropped down from sun-strokes and exhaustion. Along the fences and in the fields, some under a tree, the most in the hot sun were left lying alone, without any one to care for them, save here and there a farmer would take charge of some. Some of the officers instead of showing sympathy, treated them with cruelty. Here and there a fainting soldier was shaded by a friendly hand. Rough Irish soldiers raised shouts of laughter when they saw of their fellows falling by the way, and cursed him as they passed. Ready to sink, they crowded around our conveyance, entreating for permission to hang their rifles on it. At least a dozen of these we bore to relieve them of their burden. A soldier from Pottsville, Pa., asked permission to rest his hand on our carriage, as a slight help to his weary march. And as he tottered along gratefully by our side, he said: "I keep a livery stable with five teams. If I only had one of them here. You see I am not used to walking." Great was our relief when we escaped from this uncomfortable current.

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Clearspring is a secluded country village, within a few miles of the Potomac. We found its quiet inhabitants aroused by the war. And well they might be. Virginia disunionists had for days past made vigorous efforts to take the town. From the opposite side they attempted to destroy the dam in the river, with the hope of emptying the Chesapeake and Ohio Canal, and thus cutting off communication with the West. As our army had not yet arrived, brave men of the town fought the Virginians across the river, several of whose men they had already killed. In this way a small band of brave men did faithful service for the Government, and protected the homes of the village.

The Sunday- School Drawer.

WHO knows but the salvation of ten thousand immortal souls may depend on the education of a child?-Beveridge.

DESPISE IT NOT.-The Jews would not willingly tread upon the smallest piece of paper in their way, but took it up; for possibly, said they, the name of God may be upon it. Though there was a little superstition in that, yet much may be learned from it if we apply it to men. Trample not on any; there may be some work of grace there that thou knowest not if the name of God may be written upon that soul thou treadest on; it may be a soul Christ thought so much of as to give His precious blood for it. Therefore, despise it not.

KING ALFRED'S DYING WORDS -My dear son, sit thee down beside me, and I will deliver thee true instruction. I feel that my hour is coming, my countenance is wan. My days are almost done. I shall go to another world, and thou shalt be left alone in all my wealth. I pray thee, strive to be a father and a lord to thy people. Be thou a father to the children and a friend to the widow. Comfort thou the poor, shelter the weak, and with all thy might right that which is wrong. Govern thyself by law; then shall the Lord love thee, and God above all shall be thy reward. Call upon Him to advise thee in all thy need, and he shall help thee in all thou undertakest.

THE closing paragraph of Patrick Henry's will is worthy of record, and shows the veneration he felt for the religion of the Cross:

I have now disposed of all my property to my family; there is one thing more I wish I could give them, and that is the Christian religion If they had this, and I had not given them one shilling, they would be rich; and if they had not that, and I had given them all the world, they would be poor." This short paragraph, coming from one of the most gigantic minds that ever investigated the truths of revelation, speaks volumes in favor of that religion which is despised by some-neglected by millions-and is the one thing needful to fit us for heaven and prepare us for enduring bliss.

GOD IS A GOOD BANKER.-A pleasant story is told by Rev. J. W. Munro of the Guiana, West India Mission. One Sunday, on going into the vestry of the station, he found a common laborer sitting on the steps awaiting him. "Last year," said the man, I was poor, had nothing, scarcely clothing for my wife and children; but since I took your advice, I have food for my family, and clothes with which they are able to come to chapel; and, sir, I may tell you we are very happy, we live good. I want to hire that pew I sit in for my family.

Editor's Drawer.

THE greatest pleasure I know, is to do a good action by stealth and to havə it found out by accident.

MOHAMMED once said: "When a man dies, men inquire what he has left behind him; angels inquire what he has sent before him."

A RECENT calculation relative to the principal European languages shows that English is spoken by ninety millions of persons, German by fifty-five millions, Spanish, fifty-five millions, and French by forty-five millions.

DANIEL WEBSTER is not the only bright boy born in New Hampshire. The Boston Globe has heard of another-a youth residing in Dover, who refused to take a pill. His crafty mother thereupon secretly placed the pill in a preserved pear, and gave it to him. Presently she asked, "Tom, have you eaten the pear?" He said, "Yes, mother, all but the seed."

LIKE most garments, like most carpets, everything in life has a right side and a wrong side. You can take any joy, and by turning it around find troubles on the other side; or you may take the greatest trouble, and by turning it around find joys on the other side. The gloomiest mountain never casts a shadow on both sides at once, nor does the greatest of life's calamities.

HOW THE ANCIENTS LIGHTED THEIR HOUSES.-The ancients were ignorant of the method of refining oil. As a great luxury, they mixed it with perfumes-essence of roses and sandal-wood; but this rather detracted from than added to the burning properties of the liquid, and all that was obtained by the process was an increase of fragrance and a diminution of light. The dwellings of wealthy men, who expended extravagant sums upon scented oils, would not have borne comparison, in point of lighting, with the grimiest tap room of a gas-lit public-house. The gold and silver lamps, hung, by slender, well wrought chains, to marble pilasters, only yielded at their best a lurid, tapering flame, that gave out an enormous deal of smoke fluttering in the slight breeze, and going out altogether at a gust of wind Neither was it possible to steady the light through which the air came, for had Roman or Grecian houses been possessed of glass windows, they would soon have become uninhabitable. The fresco-paintings of Pompeiian villas, the delicate colors on the walls of urban palaces, would in less than a month, have been hopelessly coated with lamp soot. At the end of an hour's conference of an evening, a party of noble Romans would have resembled a coagregation of chimney-sweeps. A tunic dyed in Tyrian purple would have acquired a mourning hue in no time.

GUIZOT, the French historian, completed his eighty-sixth year, on the 4th ult. His earliest recollection is said to have been amid the storms of the first revolution, accompanying his mother one winter morning to bid a tearful adieu to his father, who was guillotined that day The veteran, who is said to enjoy excellent health, is now engaged upon a " History for my Little Children."

WORK FOR WOMEN.-The United States census returns show that, independent of women farmers, there are 45 female stock herders, 5 barbers, 24 dentists, 2 hostlers, 3 professional hunters and trappers, 5 lawyers, 525 phy sicians and surgeons, 97 clergywomen, 7 sextons, 10 canal women, 195 draywomen, 1 pilot, 4 gas stokers, 33 gunsm ths, 7 gunpowder makers, 16 ship riggers, with large numbers of artizans, mechanics, inventors, telegraph operators, teachers of navigation and so forth. In view of these facts, who may say what woman may not do, if it be all proper to be done? There are no sexes in heaven "

A CORRESPONDENT wants to know whether a man, when riding in the cars, should invariably rise and offer his seat to a lady who may be standing. Yes, if she is old, or ill, or has an infant in her arms; otherwise he may do as he chooses without impoliteness. A weary man often need his seat far more than the strong woman he offers it to, and who often takes it without so much as a recognition of his kindness. But it is not quite the handsome thing for a young chap to stick to his seat as though he were glued down, while a plain woman, who is so weary she can hardly stand, sways back and forth in front of him, and rises as though a dozen coils of springs had been released, to offer his seat to a handsome and finely-dressed young lady who needs it about as much as the desert needs sand But we have seen this last feat performed a good many times. The gallantry is very well, but, after all, manliness is better. If our correspondent were a woman, we should whisper in her ear, Be careful not to monopolize two seats in a crowded car, thus cheating some other passenger out of his or her right, as so many women selfishly do. There are some things which silk and jewelry and good looks cannot atone for, an 1 this is one of them.-Golden Age.

THE reporter of an Irish paper, after being-engaged three days in writing reports of races, attended church last Sunday evening, where the blow-boy of the organ was unequal to the task. The result was the following report: "At one moment the organ would be galloping to keep up with the choir, and the next minute the choir would get up a tremendous burst of speed to catch the organ. Finally, the two started off side by side as they went into the doxology; but as they reached the latter part of the second line, and were going finely and squarely, the wind of the organ gave out completely, and the choir had to finish the race alone, which it did in excellent time.'

WEEPING WILLOWS.-The weeping willow has a romantic history. The first scion was sent from Smyrna in a box of figs to Alexander Pope. Gen. Clinton brought a shoot from Pope's tree to America, in the time of the revolution, which passed into the hands of John Parke Custis, was planted on his estate in Virginia, thus becoming the progenitor of the weeping willows in this country.

THE first institution vouchsafe to our race was the Sabbath; the next, marriage. So, give your first thought to Heaven, the next to your wife.