Urbana Union, 1862-06-04

eheerml tones I remembered so wclL Ycu hare charjed so I ouM cever ha-e with grateful tears to pick up the handkerchief whenever I chose to throw it at her feet. But now I know that had Mary met me then she would have despised me. She was as far above me as the heavens are above the earth. Perhaps, in the scented and affected student, she might have found plenty oi sport ; but as for loving me, or feeling the slightest interest in me, save a regret that I should make such on unmitigated donkey of myself, I know she would not. Iudia was my salvation ; not merely because of the plentiful share of gold I had laid up, but because my earnest labor had counteracted the evil of nature and made me a better man. And when at the end of three years I prepar prepared - ed prepared to return, I wrote nothing to the dear ones I was about to meet of the reformations which I knew had taken place. " They loved me as I was," I murmured to myself, " and they shall End for themselves if I am better worth the loving as I am." I passed up many a token from that land of gold for the friends I was about to meet. The gift for Mary Moore was one I hid selected wich a beating heat a ring of rough, virgin gold, with my name and hers engraved inside. That was all, and yet the little toy thrilled me strangely as I balanced it upon the tip of my finger. To the eyes of others it was but a small, plain circlet, suggesting thoughts, per perhaps, - haps, perhaps, by its daintiness, of the dainty white hand that was to wear it. But to me oh, me how much was embodied there I A lov ing smile on a beautiful face low words of welcome a happy home and sweet face smil smiling - ing smiling there a group of merry children to climb my knee all these delights were hidden wiih wiih-in - in wiih-in that ring of gold. A tall, bearded, sun-bronzed man, I knock knocked - ed knocked at the door of my father's house. The lights in the parlor windows and the hum of conversation and cheerful laughter showed me that company were assembled there. . I hoped my sister Lizzie would come to the door, and that I might greet my family when no stran strangers' - gers' strangers' eye were looking curiously on. But no, a servant girl answered my summons; they were too merry in the psrlor to heed that long absent one when he asked for admittance. Some such hitler thoughts were passing through my mind as I heard the sounds from the parlor, and saw the half-suppressed tinilc on the servant's face. I hesitated a moment before I made myself known or asked after the family. And while I stood silent a strange apparition grew up be fore me. From behind the servant peered out a small, golden head a tiny, delicate form followed, and a sweet, childish face and blue eyes were lifted up to mine, so like the one that had brightened my boyhood, that I start started - ed started back with a sudden feeling of pain. " AVLat may your name be, litlie one ?" I asked, while the wondering servant held the door. She lifted up her hand as if to shade her eyes I hail seen that very attitude in anoth another, - er, another, in my boyhood, many and many a time and answered in a sweet, bird-like voice : " Mary Moore." " And what else ?" I asked. " Mary Moore Chester," lisped the little child. My heart sunk down like lead. Here was an end to all the bright dreams and hopes of my youth and manhood 1 Frank Chester, my boyish rival, who had tried in vain to usurp my place beside the girl, had succeeded at last and won the woman away from me ! And I must go in there and meet her once again, and then go away forever nd die if God would let me. I sank, body and soul, beneath this blow, and, hiding my face in my hands, leaned against the door. The little one eazed at me. grieved and amazed, and put her pretty lips! M if about to cry, while the perplexed servant stcpped to the parlor, and called mv sister out to find out wj,0 it couId be that " 1(ui,t,i himself go strangely. I heard a light step and pleasant voice, say saying: - ing: saying: " Did you wish to sea my father, sir ?" I looked up. There stood a pretty, sweet . . ' from the dear little sister I loved so wclL I looked at her a moment, and then, stifling the tumult of my heart by a effort, I opened5 my arms and said f " Jennie, don't you know me ?" "Harry! Oh, my brother Harry!'' she cried, and threw herself upon my breast. She wept as if her heart would break. I could not weep. I drew her gently into the lighted parlor, and stood with her before them all. There was a rush and a cry of joy, and then my mother and father snrane towards me and welcomed me home with heartfelt tears. Oh, j strange and passing sweet is such a greeting ; to the wayworn traveler. And as I held my dear eld mother to my heart, and grasped my father's hand, while Jennie clung beside me, I felt that all was not yet lost, and though an another - other another had secured life's choicest Messing, many a joy remained.for me in this dear sanctuary of home. There were four others, inmates of the room, who had risen on my sudden entrance. Ona was the bfue-eyed child whom I had already seen, and who now- stood by Frank Chester clinging to his hand. Near by stood Lizzie' Mary Moore's eldest sister, and in a dutatit corner, where she had hurriedly retreated wheq my came was spoken, stood a tail and slender figure, half hidden by the bcavv wiu-dow-curtain that fell to the floor. When the first rapturous greeting was over, Jennie led me forward with a timid grace, and Frank Chester grasped my hand. " Welcome home, my home," he said, with J j j j

known you ; but no matter for that your heart is in the right place. I know." " How can you say he is changed ?"' said my mother gently. "To be sure he looks older and graver, and more like a man than when he went away; but his eyes and smile are the same as ever". It is that heavy beard that changes him. Ho is my boy still." " Yes, mother." I answered sadly ; I am your boy still." God help me ! At that moment I felt like a boy, and it would have been a blessed relief to have wept upon her bosom, as I had done in my infancy. Bnt I kept down the beating of my heart, and the tremor of my lip, and answered quietly, as I looked in his full, hand handsome - some handsome face " You have changed too, Frank, but I think for the better." "Oh, yes thank you for the compliment My wife tells me I grow handsomer every day." His wife! Could I hear that name and keep silent still? "And have yon seen my little girl?" he added, Vfting the infant in his arms, and kiss ing her crimson cheek. " I tell you, Harry, there is not another like her in the United States. Don't you thiuk she looks very much like her mother used to !" ,: Very much," I faltered. "Hallo!'-' said Frank, with a suddenness that made me start violently, "1 had forgot forgotten - ten forgotten to introduce you to my wife. I believe you and she used to be playmates in your young days. Eh, Harry," and he slapped me on the back. " For the sake of old times and because you were not at the wedding, I will give yon leave to kiss her once; but mind old follow, don't repeat the ceremony. Come, here she is, and for once I will manage those ferocious moustaches of yours in the opera operation." - tion." operation." He pushed Lizzie, laughing and blushing, towards me. A gleam of light and hope, al almost - most almost too dazzling to bear, came over me, and I cried out before I thought, "Not Mary !" It must have betrayed my secret to every one in the room, but nothing was said; even Frank was this time silent. I kissed the fair cheek of the young wife and hurried to the silent figure looking out of the window. " Mary Mary Moore," said I, in a low voice, " have you alone uo welcome to give the wanderer?" She turned and laid her hand in mine, and murmured hurriedly : ''lam glad to see you here, H.-.rry." Simple words and yet how blest they made me ! I would not have yielded up that moment for an emperor's crown. There was the happy home group, and the dear home fireside, and sweet Mary Moore I The eyes I had dreamed of by night and by day were falling before the ardent gaze of mine, and the sweet face I had so long prayed to see was there before me more beautiful than before. I never knew till that moment the meaning of real happiness. Many years have passed since that happy night, and the hair that was dark and glossy then is fast turning grey. I am growing to be an old man, and can look back to a long, happy and well-spent life. And yet, sweet as it has been, I would not recall a single day, for the love that made my manhood so bright shines also upon me in my white hairs. An old man? Can this be so? At heart I am as young as ever. And Mary, wiih her bright hair parted smoothly from her brow that has a slight furrow in it, is still the Mary of my early days. To me she can never grow old or change. The heart that held her in infancy, and sheltered her piously in the flush and beauty of womanhood, can never cast her out til! life shall cease to warm it Nor even then, for love still lives in Heaven. I ,

The correspondent of The Cincinnati Times, with Gon. Mitchell's c iimnand is responsible for the following yarn : The hogs in this part of the country arc musically inclined, ancHill come up to break breakfast - fast breakfast to lhe tune of " Dixie." On every plan plantation, - tation, plantation, the oldest " darkey" has the honor of playing music to the hog3 for about an hour every morning, and from the very moment when he first commences, till the end of the piece, the shrill, piercing notes of the hogs are heard coming from all directions, and blend blending - ing blending with the music of the darkey, from the very full grown sow to the smallest of the lit litter - ter litter ; these notes are audible for a mile distant I can never forget when I first witnessed the scene, and for the life of me I could not tell or make out what it meant. . I was on my way from Sbelbyville, Tenn., to Huntsville, Ala., and being alone, I started very early, so as to overtake the army, who were a day in advance of me. Riding up a very steep hill, I heard a sharp sound, and thought it must be a locomotive. At this time I was surrounded by trees on either side. The souud continued. Finally, I heard such a terrible tumbling in the woods among the trees that I put spur to my horse and started. oil' as fast as I could go, and the further and more swiftly I sped the greater the rumbling. At last I came to the serious conclusion that I was "played out," and must surely fall into the hands of the Rebels. I halted, and in less than five minutes I saw hogs of every grade, color and species, making the tallest kind of tracks down the hills to wards where the music came from. There were black hogs, white hogs, yeilow hogs, speckled hogs and gray hogs all running in one direction. I paused for a moment and surveyed the scene, and, finally, I followed in the train, and as I descended, there stood be before - fore before me a nigger, as black as ebony, blowing away ou an old horn, and surrounded by at least five hundred attentive listeners in the shape of hogs. As I approached, the old dar darkey - key darkey saluted me with a "Good morning, Mas Mas-sa." - sa." Mas-sa." " Well, my friend," I remarked, " what in creation are you blowing that infernal old horn for?" Old Ebony opened his wide mouth, display displaying - ing displaying for the same time as fine a set of teeth a3 I ever looked at, and laughed as loud as he could, aud then said : "Massa, you'.-e-bein, from the Nurf, where none of these things is gwine on." I answered, " Yes, but what doe3 it all mean ?" " Ycu see, massa," responded the old man, " all those hogs thar, before I commenced play play-in' - in' play-in' thar, Wasn't one hog here, but when I first blowed this horn they all started from every part of de woods and come up here. Ise at dis bisinis for de Lord knows how many years, and I has brought in millions of hogs with dis music. I set to play every morning at day daylight - light daylight alongside dis fence aud den stop for one hour, and at da end ob de hour all massa's hogs are in from de woods. Ise a good mu music - sic music man, massa, I is," '' I than asked him what tune he liked best and played mcst to rally the hogs?" he re responded, - sponded, responded, " Dixie." Well, I thought to my myself, - self, myself, can it be possible that the Southern chiv chivalry - alry chivalry and Southern hogs march to the same tune?

All my li!e long I had known Mary Moore. Our mothers were old playmates and Gist cousins, My first recollection is cf a young gentleman in a turkey red frock and morocco shoes, rocking a cradle, in which reposed a sunny-haired, blue-eyed baby, not quite a year old. That young gentleman was I. myself, Harry Church ; that blue-eyed baby was Mary Moore. Later still, I saw myself at the little red school house, drawing my painted sled up to the door, and arranging my overcoat upon it, that Mary might, ride home. Many a black eye have I gained on such occasions, for other boys liked her besides me, and she, I am afraid, was something oi a flirt, even in her pinafore. How daintily shecame tripping down the steps when I called her name! How sweetly her blue eyes looked up to me from the envious folds of her winter hood ! now gaily her merry laugh rang out when by dint of super superhuman - human superhuman exertijn, I kept her s'.ed before the rest, and let her stand upon the steps exul- tingly to Pee them all go by. The fairy laugh ! No one but Mary could let her heart lie np so on her lips 1 I followed that laugh up from my days ol clnidnooa, till I grew an awkward, blushing youth: I followed it through the ueaieu noou oi mannooa ; ana now, wtien tlie frosts of age are silvering my hair, and many children climb to my knee and call me "fath- er,'' I find that the memories of youth arc strong, and that, grey hairs and all, I am fol following - lowing following that music still. AVhen I was fifteen, the first great sorrow of my life came upon me, I was sent away to a western school, and was obliged to part iui jaary. e were not to see eacu oilier j r.t. r ti- . , , for three long years I This, to me, was like a sentence oft h, for Mary was like life itself to ine. But hearts are very tough things after ' all. I left college in all the flush and vigor of my nineteenth year. I was no longer awk- ward and embarassed. I had grown iuto a j tall, slender stripling, with a very good opin- j Ion of myself in general and particular. If I ! thought of Mary Moore, it was to imagine how I would dazzle and bewilder her with my good looks and wonderful attainments, never thinking that she might dazzle and bewilder fn still more. I was a sad puppy, I k&ow; but as youth and good looks have fled, I trust I may be believed when I say that self-conceit has left me alio. An advantageous proposal way made to me at this time, and, accepting it, I gave up all idea of a profession, and prepared to go to the Iodies. In my harried visit home of two days, I saw nothing r.f Mary Moore. She had gone to a boarding school in Massachusetts, and was not expected home till the next fall. I gave one sigh to the memory of my little blue blue-eyed - eyed blue-eyed playmate, and then called myself a man again. ' In a year," I thought, as the stage whirl whirled - ed whirled away from our door, " In a year, or three years at tie most, I will return, and if Mary is as pretty as she used to be why, then, perlips I may marry her." I stroked back my budding moustache with complacency, while I settled the future of a . j , i young iauy i nao. not seen lor lour years. I iihi a. t ll 1 'I -. , 1 , t .ui "Jcpobsiuiuiyoicerretusmg'loud, rr.s-r.ei-e.- drezmei that she wo'd net -cor j

The following description of the swearing of a contraband is from a letter to the Cincin Cincinnati - nati Cincinnati Enquirer from a member of Company K, First Iowa Cavalry : "Innumerable queslions were being pro propounded - pounded propounded to him, when the corpoial advanced. observing, ' ' See here. Dixie, before vou can enter the ! service of the United States, you mu,t be ! i ' ' Yes, massa, I do ds.t,' he replied when he corporal continued, " ' Wei!, then, take hold of the Eible,' hold holding - ing holding out a letter envelope upon which was de delineated - lineated delineated the Goddess ol" Liberty standing up upon - on upon a Suffolk pig, wearing the emblem of our country. The negro gr; s;ed the envelope cautiou:.-ly wita ms limn.o aim t.-relmger, when the corporal proceeded to administer the ' oath by saying: ! " ' You do solemnly swear that you will : support the Constitution of the United States, ! and see that there are uo grounds floating up- j on the coffee at all times.' ' '"Yes, massa, I do dat,' he replied, 'I allers ' settles him in de coffee pot.' : " Here he let go of the envelope to goticu- late by a downward thrust of his fuieiinger the direction that would be given to the cot- fee grounds for the future. ; " 'Never mind how you do v,' shouted the corporal, ' but hold ou to the Bible.' " 'Lordy massa, I forgot,' said the negro, as he darted forward and grasped the envelope with a firmer clutch, when the corporal con- tinned, J " ' And you do solemnly swear that vou will : the Constitution of all the loval States, ! and not spit upon the plates when cleaning them, or wipe them with your. shirt sleeve.' j " Here a frowu lowered upon the brow of -TOur the negro, his eyes expanded to their largest i dimensions, while his lips protruded with a form, as he exclaimed : j " 'Lordv, massa, I neber do dat. I alien, washes him nice. Ole missus migh! v 'ticlcr ', 'i,t .1,1 " : Never mind ole niassus' shouted the cor corporal, - poral, corporal, as he resumed ; 'and you do solemnly swear th.Tl you will put milk in the coffee everj' morning, and see that the ham and eggs are not cooked to much or too little.' " ' Yes, I do dat ; I se a good cook.' " ' And lastly continued the corporal, 'you do solemnly swear that when this war is over you'll make tracks for Africa almighty fast.' ' ' Yes, massa, I do dat. I allers wanted to to-go - go to-go to Chce cargo.' "llt-re the regimental drum-, bent up for dress pnnido. when Tom Benton that berns his name was declared duly sworn in and as chief cock in Company K, of the First Iowa Cavalry.-' ' - . . ' Fce SitE. A Washington Hand Press size of platea, 24 by 37. Tha Press ia com complete, - plete, complete, a-d ia good order. Will be sold cheap, if arris i f?r soon. j

To ine ICJitors of the Xaiional Intelligencer; My attention has been called to a Washing Washington - ton Washington letter in the Philadelphia Press, ia which the writer, after quoting a passage from one of my letters published in your paper, says: " Thus it will seem that even the veteran Democrat, Amos Kendall, while objecting the course of the Abolitionists, is entitled to the credit of having made the proposition which General Hunter has thus practically carried out." Now, I should consider myself a traitor to my country, if I were to approve the late or order - der order of General Hunter purporting to set free all the slaves within his military district While exposing to the Southern rebels the gulf which is yawning before them, the conception never entered my brain that any military command commander, - er, commander, or the President himself, could constitu constitutionally, - tionally, constitutionally, by general order or proclamation. contisC Ate their property aud emancipate their slaves, or that such an. ol ject could be elect- ed otherwise than bv conviction lor treason by due course of law in the courts of justice. In the order ol General Hunter I see the es essence - sence essence of military despotism, utterly subver subversive - sive subversive of the Constitution v.e are fighting to maintain ; and it is deplorable that the Presi President - dent President does not, by the enforcement of a gener general - al general line of policy repress these assumptions of power by his subordinates. Every such as assumption - sumption assumption unrebuked by him exposes him and Congress itcelf lo the charge of hypocrisy and perfidy in their announcements of the purpose for which the war is waged; it discourages the loyal men in all the slaveholding States, and in an equal degree encourages the leading rebels; it will cost the North thousands of lives and millions of money; it alarms con conservative - servative conservative men everywhere, and makes them begin to think their own liberties in danger ; it strengthens dis-loyal men in loyal States, aud enables them to embarrass the Govern Government - ment Government in its legitimate operations. In fi.ie, there is but one safe course for die Govern ment to pursue and that is to disregard all part v afliliations aud adhere firmly to the pro- grammc originally announced, viz : ' The prosecution of the war for the sole object of preserving the Constitution and the' Union wish the rights of the States iutact, to be ful-j lowed be peace as soon as those objects tan ' be attained." If there be not firmness enough ! in the Administration to do this, we are on a sea of Re volu. ion, with scarcely a hope of e v- er again reaching the haven of unity and peace. : j i j j j j j j j .

"tiara wi!! te s. toii. eclipse of tie Cc.'cie Cc.'cie-fi:r.fpi - fi:r.fpi Cc.'cie-fi:r.fpi rate tater. visible ore? all creation." Senator Grimes, of Iowa, has had the as assurance - surance assurance to say, in his place in the Senate, that he would not vote lor the Tax Bill until the President has more definitely laid down his war policy. Mr. Grimes wishes to know what has constituents are to be taxed for. Ho is displeased by the repudiation of Hunter's or order, - der, order, and is in a general condition of dissatisfac dissatisfaction. - tion. dissatisfaction. Our Washington correspondent, reflect reflecting - ing reflecting the views of the clique of anti-slavery ma malignant?, - lignant?, malignant?, observes that it is doubtful whether there will be a hearty response to the Presi President's - dent's President's forthcoming call for more troops, ii the war is not made anti-slavery. Now if the radical gentleman dare to make such an issue as this they will speedily find where the people, whom they are fond of claiming as their political property, sand. Men who will not support the Government in its struggle for self-preservation, unless their j peculiar nations are consulted, have no right i to call themselves good citizeus, and we fail ' to see wherein they are an improvement upon j the original traitors. If Sunator Grimes op- j poses the adoption of the tax bill, because his j particular phrenzy is not indulged, he should ; not De, ana win not oe, any oeiter man low-i t- 1 i- u t 1 j 1 . . ! ell or v alandinghoin. Indeed, it may be that j , . , , , , , , ,, his disloyalty would be more detestable, if. ibl " thall lhe sort of ,rhii;h 1 imHviaua!s rcnd,r to lhe 5overnment. I , . . r v 1 .1 r , . ! As to the want of a policy bv the President . ... ,. , , , , . , , Lis instructions to Andy Johnson and td- i J ward Stanley, Provisional Governor of Tcn- , N- ,1 n , . ' nessce and orth Carolina, indicate a policy. . 1 c . , .Ml .1. 1 .. .1 T. '". "" " ' s"",e T c7ien6i;C Slenl of nageincnt of con-; trabands. and more entcrprije inhuming down j marauders but those dilHculties will gradu- ally be worked clear. The citizen who can- not see, in ine wont 01 me restoration ot me Union, enough to reward hiin for ail the sac rificcs he may make, is to be pitied or hated according to the proportions of folly and kna knavery - very knavery in his composition. Cin. Commercial. A Total Eci.ip.te. The Confederate Alma- nao for 18G2; published by Rev. Dr. Summers, at the Southern Methodist Publishing House, announces an eclipse of the sun, " visible over the confederate States "' To this the Nash- ville Union adds, that atcut the saaia tid

Extract of a letter, to the New York Times dated Fredericksburg, Va., 5 : Vie have had a curiosity here lately, no less a person than Jeff. Davis' coachman, William A. Jackson, a colored man by profession, and one to whom the terra "intelligent negro" can be truthfully applied. He lived with Daris for about eight months, and had his eyes and ears open all the while ; the consequnce is that he is enabled to furnished up with some secrets of State, as well as to make us familiar with the natural history and habits of a rebel statesman. We learn that President Davis lives very plainly, and is reduced to drinking sassafras in the morning as a substitute for tea. He has four cluldrcn, Maggie, a daughter aged seven, Jeff. Davis, jr., about five years old : Joe, a truculent little fellow of three, and a baby rebel a month old last Christmas. None of the children are allowed to eat butter, as that commodity involves too great an expense. Jeff, rises between eight and nine in the morn morning, - ing, morning, and comforts himself with a mint julep, sitting down to breakfast and sassafras tea at ten. At four he takes a light lunch of crack crackers - ers crackers and cheese, varied with an occasional her herring, - ring, herring, dining magnificently at seven. His din dinner - ner dinner usually consists of St. Julien soup, roast beef ash cake Jeff, is very fond of ash cake, Jackson says claret and sherry. Over his dinner Jeff, grows confidential and converses with his family. Jackson has heard him com complain - plain complain that while he was making his plans for holding positions, his Generals were engaged in preparing to evacuate them. The loss of Johnston he regrets greatly, saying that he can not be re-placed. Jeffs hopes of success are dwindling down, and his wife seems to say little to comfort him. She remarked the other day at the table, that she feared the Confederacy, to use a Yankee expression, was. nearly " played out;" that if it was true New Orleans had fallen, she cared nothing for vic victories - tories victories elsewhere. He is very unpopular at present in Richmond, and Mrs. Davis com complains - plains complains very bitterly that none of the citizens call on her, except the few connected with the Government. After leading them to be believe - lieve believe that he could do so much for them, he has done so little that they now see in him only a grave deceiver.