cessful on our left wing, and had it not been for John A. Logan, the Atlanta campaign might have had a far different ending. We thought the fun was over, when, all of a sudden, a tremendous noise broke loose in our rear to the left. Our brigade adjutant ordered us back on our left flank, which was only covered by a skirmish line till clear back to the bridge, and here the rebels were determined to break through, cut us off from the bridge, and give us fits. We double-quicked back through a regular hail of shot and shell, and re-enforced that thin line behind a fence. On the road behind us, ambulances, wagons, and stragglers hurried to the rear. We put in the best we had, but I believe the rebels would have broken through if it had not been for a brass battery, which came on in a gallop, posted itself right behind us upon the road, and the boys, throwing off their jackets, rolled up their sleeves and labored with a will, firing over our heads. We repulsed every onslaught until the rest of our corps put in their appearance, when the battle ended. TO MY WIFE. By P. WHITNEY, 1st Mass. Cavalry. Written in Andersonville Prison, where he soon afterward died. CARE not for the rising storm, The light that tells my little wife My gentle wife, my darling wife ! My soul's own joy and pride! Since I have held your hand- Oh! sweetly from her loving lips, Outside our humble walls. Kindness of Mrs. Ann C. Whitney, Mitchell, Dak. LOGAN AT ATLANTA. GENERAL MCPHERSON'S DEATH. "WILL YOU HOLD THIS LINE WITH ME?", JULY 22, 1864. By A. O. S. URING the terrible the immense responsibility now slaughter amidst the 17th resting upon him, he gave a Corps, General Logan was en- hasty order to the general comgaged along his front with a manding his immediate front, heavy charging column of the put his spurs to his gallant enemy. While directing op- black steed, and rode rapidly erations on his right, which towards the 17th Corps. Lying had become extremely hazard- across the railroad was the 2d ous by the withdrawal of the Division, 15th Corps, com16th Corps, he received the sad manded by Gen. Morgan L. intelligence of the death of his Smith, one brigade of which, commanding officer, General with the batteries of Captains McPherson, and the order from De Grasse and Woods, held General Sherman to assume an advanced line. A heavy command of the Department charge made on this advance of the Tennessee. With sad- line, captured the artillery dened heart and tearful eyes and a a good many of the he heard the sad news, and, men. The rest precipitated reading the order, bowed his themselves upon the main line head upon his breast for a mo- so suddenly as to seriously afment in deep thought. Then, fect their morale, causing dire looking up, he exclaimed, confusion, and a stampede. "Would to God I were better General Logan reined in his qualified to fill the place he so foaming steed so suddenly as filled to perfection." Realizing to set him back on his haunches. Taking in the situation at a glance and comprehending the terrible result that would follow the break in the lines, he rode, with bared head, swiftly among that confused mass of soldiers. The superhuman efforts of General Smith to halt his men had proved abortive, but now another character was in their midst―an idolized leader was there. Witness General Logan as he rides among them-hat in hand, hair blown back behind his ears by the wind, his long mustache standing out almost straight, those eagle eyes flashing like flames of living fire! Standing in his stirrups he presented a figure of determination and irresistible force that carried courage and new strength to every heart. That famous black stallion, his war-horse, was infused with the same spirit as his rider. "Halt!” he cries in stentorian tones. Riding up to a color bearer, he seizes the colors, and his voice peals forth, "Halt! are you cowards? Would you disgrace the proud name of the 15th Corps? Remember Mc The 14th Corps' Credit. THE 14th Corps was first in the fight before Buzzard's Roost, and wound up the Atlanta campaign at Jonesboro'. Pherson and avenge his death! Will you hold this line with me?" "Yes, yes, yes," came from all parts of the line, and back those panic-stricken men turned--panic-stricken no more, but a brave, determined force that under Logan could not be moved. Nor were they moved again that day, though assailed by fearful odds. The dead and wounded along their front and within their lines showed how brave and efficient men could be under a leader equal to the emergency. The dreadful carnage soon ceased. The enemy were completely routed at all points. What was a well planned attack, and promised so much, had turned into a terrible, crushing defeat. The 2d Brigade, 1st Division, 16th Corps, were now brought over from their position, where they had met heavy losses, and put in battle order to charge the outer lines, which the enemy captured from Gen. M. L. Smith. Right gallantly they went to the charge, recapturing both lost batteries and a goodly number of prisoners. This charge ended the fighting for that day. First Union Officer Killed in the War. IEUT. JOHN T. GREBLE, who fell at Big Bethel, was the first Union officer killed in the war. DEATH OF CAPTAIN GLENN, Followed by that of his Servant Mat, who Died from Grief at His Loss. BY E. T. B. GLENN. TOUCHING incident in real life is afforded by the death of Capt. Chalmers Glenn, of Rockingham County, N. C., and his faithful servant, Mat. Reared together from childhood, Mat had shared in all the boyish pranks and frolics of his master, and in later life had been his constant attendant and faithful servant. On the morning of the battle of Boonsboro', Captain Glenn called Mat to him and said: "Mat, I shall be killed in this battle. See me buried, then go home and be to your mistress and my children all that you have ever been to me." From behind a rock the faithful fellow watched all day the form of his beloved master, as the tide of battle ebbed and flowed over that eventful field. Best Fought Battle of the War. At GENERAL THOMAS'S battle before Nashville was the best fought battle of the war, and the victory was the most complete of modern times. last he missed him, and, rushing forward, found the prediction too truly verified-life was already extinct. Assisted by two members of his company, a grave was dug with bayonets, and soon the cold, silent earth held all that was dearest in life to Mat. Slowly and sadly he turned his face homeward and delivered all the messages and valuables with which his master had entrusted him. From that time it seemed his mission on earth was accomplished. Though Though constantly attending his master's children and promptly obedient to the slightest word of his mistress, he visibly declined. Finally he was taken sick, and despite the best medical attention and kindest nursing, he died February 4, 1863. Maryland's Brave and Noble Step. ARYLAND was the first state that ventured by immediate process to put an end at once to the institution of slavery. The 78th Ohio at Battle of Bald Hill. JULY 21 AND 22, 1864. HOT FIRING AT SHORT RANGE. Stars and Stripes Captured and Retaken by Hand-to-Hand Fighting. W. S. AYRES, Company A, 78th (). V. V. I. M ANY of the G. A. R. boys remember the desperate struggle of the 78th at Bald Hill. At a critical point of the fight our regiment changed front at the angle in company with the 20th and 30th Ill., and we formed on the left of the 68th Ohio, which had been away that morning from the brigade on detached duty, but had arrived during the early part of the fight, and had been stationed on the left of the fort, facing south, and had thrown up breast works in the shape of a prolongation of the apron of the fort occupied by the 30th Ill. We had just formed, with the 20th Ohio on our left and the noble old 4th Division on its left, when General Cleburne's division made those several assaults which were the forlorn hope of General Hood's plans, but which, thanks to a kind providence, did not succeed. We were in an open field, about fifty yards from the woods, lying flat on the ground, when the Johnnies came up with their accustomed yell. We waited until they got within twenty yards of us before we opened fire; and when we did, such slaughter I never saw before or since. Their first line was wiped out, but by the time we had sprung to our feet and reloaded, another line had come up. We opened on it, but it was soon re-enforced by a third line and closed in on us. We fixed bayonets and then and there we had it with clubbed muskets, fisticuffs, and wrestling. Once they got possession of our flag, but it was retaken by the most heroic fighting. Again, a big fellow got hold of the switch of the flag and tried to take Comrade Russ Bethel along with it, but Russ |