Wadsworth, of Connecticut, in the war, except that of the men of the Massachusetts regiment who were killed by a mob in Baltimore, Md. I was with my regiment in July, 1861, and visited the cemetery in Richmond, Va., and stood over the grave, at the head of which was a board bearing this inscription (the name I have forgotten): "From North Carolina, the First Soldier Killed in the War Between the North and South." Any of the old soldiers of the 16th Ga. Regt. will recollect the circumstances of this, the first battle of the war.

was in immediate command, and upon seeing the Southern troops advancing on him jumped upon a log, waved his sword over his head, and ordered his men to fire. They did so, and the North Carolina boy, who was a volunteer in the Virginia regiment, fell dead, the only one killed on our side. Immediately our men returned the fire, shooting the general from the log, and his soldiers left the field. The blood of these two men, one on each side, was the first shed

Some Gallant Deeds of Brave Men.

Instances of Heroism which the Gunner's Act at Alexandria Calls Up.

ONOR to the brave gunner on board the British man-of-war at Alexandria who picked up a shell with a burning fuse and immersed it in a bucket of water. This was a courageous act, but it was not more gallant than anything of the sort ever before chronicled." During our own war for the Union hundreds

of cases as deserving of mention occurred.

At Stone river, when Croft's brigade of Palmer's division was pursuing the routed rebels on the 2d of January, they came suddenly on a reserve battery that opened on them with surprising fury. The men were ordered to lie down, and dropped in the soft mud of a corn-field. The rebel artillerymen had the range, however, and poured shot and shell into the advance line in a way that tore some unfortunates in' pieces and covered nearly every one with mud. In the midst of the terrific fusillade a shell struck between two men lying flat on the ground so near to their heads as to stun both. Dozens of men, the bravest there, closed their eyes in anticipation of the terrible scene that would follow the explosion. But one of the soldiers at whose shoulder the smoking shell had struck, digging up a handful of mud, held it aloft for a moment while he said coolly: "Ten to one, boys, she don't bust," and then with a sort of gleeful agility he brought his great wad of mud down on the shell smoking in the shallow hole, and "she didn't bust." No one thought George Hunt, of Co. C, 1st Ky. Inf., a hero for doing that, but possibly he ranked as high as the courageous gunner on the Alexandra.

Another case: When Sherman was getting ready for his move on Atlanta great quantities of ammunition were stored in the railroad sheds at Resaca. One day, in the midst of a

thunder-storm that dismantled the camp, the ammunition building was struck by lightning. Hundreds of the bravest soldiers ran blindly away as they saw the boxes of shell thrown about, saw the guards drop as if shot, and saw smoke issuing from the top of the great pile of explosives. But one man, clear-eyed and cool-headed, saw that the smoke came from tow in which the shells were packed and, climbing to the top, seized the burning mass, and holding it up shouted: "All right, boys; no fireworks this time." His intrepidity and alertness saved the ammunition and possibly many lives, and his record should be kept as green as that of the gallant gunner of the Alexandra.

GRANT'S SENTENCE UPON LIEUTENANT WICKFIELD.

The Only Joke Ever Known to have been Perpetrated by the Distinguished Author.

HEN Grant was a brig- a neat farm house at which he adier in southwest judged something fit to eat Missouri, he com- might be had. Grant's fame manded an expedition against had already gone out in that Jeff. Thompson, in northern country, and our lieutenant Arkansas. His command thought to better his chances had marched for two days by passing himself and comthrough a country almost bar- panions as the general and his ren of subsistence, and as offi- staff. Assuming an austere cers, unlike the men in the demeanor, he announced himranks, generally depended on self as Brigadier General the country for their supplies, Grant, and ordered dinner to there were many empty stom- be served. The awe-struck inachs among them. Lieutenant mates obeyed, and presently Wickfield, of an Indiana cav- the adventurers had set before alry regiment, commanded the them the best the house afadvance guard. About noon forded. Everything was deon the third day he arrived at voured, and payment having

MAJOR MULDOON'S DESCRIPTION OF THE GUN-SHY SOLDIER IN BATTLE.

It Isn't Sweet to Die for One's Country.-The Gun-Shy Man's Epitaph.

By MAJ. H. A. MULDOON.

O much has been written concerning battlefield courage that the heavy artillery approaches the subject with much trepidation.

Beyond all question, if we had to rely solely on the book and newspaper accounts of field fighting we should be forced very close to the conclusion that all soldiers are heroes and that a man's nature radically changes as soon

as he puts on a uniform and takes up a musket.

Certainly man is pugnacious by nature, and most men are courageous.

But war-especially the kind of war they got up down South -is not the normal condition of the average citizen, and we rather force conclusions when we assume that the cordwainer, the pickle-peddler, the lawyer, and the layman will stay at the front on his courage, with no other restraining influence.

Indeed, the popular notion as to the amount and kind of courage the soldier displays on the battle field is not altogether correct. This will seem enough if you will but recall that one knows very little about war until one has been shot at by many. Sitting by a comfortable fire in a room with no draft, with your slippers on, with your consoling pipe and such other luxuries as your purse and tastes may command (I bar none), it is not difficult to enthuse into a heap of patriotism over battles as they are recorded in the books.