he'll be Dam if he goes to the war. He was settin' on a
barrel, and was indeed a Loathsum objeck.

Last Sunday I heard Parson Batkins preach, and the good old
man preached well, too, tho' his prayer was ruther lengthy.
The Editor of the "Bugle," who was with me, sed that prayer
would make fifteen squares, solid nonparil.

I don't think of nothin' more to write about. So, "B'leeve me
if all those endearing young charms," &c., &c.

A. Ward.


2.9. TOUCHING LETTER FROM A GORY MEMBER OF THE HOME GUARD.

Broadway, Dec. 10, '61.

Dear Father and Mother,--We are all getting along very well.
We mess at Delmonico's. Do not repine for your son. Some
must suffer for the glorious Stars and Stripes, and dear
parents, why shouldn't I? Tell Mrs. Skuller that we do not
need the blankets she so kindly sent to us, as we bunk at the
St. Nicholas and Metropolitan. What our brave lads stand most
in need of now is Fruit Cake and Waffles. Do not weep for me.

Henry Adolphus.


2.10. IN CANADA.