The Log of the Empire State

sident Lincoln, Mrs. Lincoln, Master Tad Lincoln (who used to play among our tents at "Soldiers' Home"), and some o

ish I could impart to my readers some faint idea of the thrilling scene which must have presented itself to the eyes of the beholders when, on the morning of the ninth

he most indifferent to a quicker pulse, and well-drilled troops that marched in the morning sunlight with a step as steady as the stroke of machinery,-ah! it was a sight to be seen but once in a century! And when those twenty

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gan to be insufferably hot. One hour, two hours, three hours were passing away, when, at

, mounted on a pony, and having for his especial escort a boy orderly, dressed in a cavalry-man's uniform, and mounted on another pony! And the two little fellows, scarce restraining their boyish delight, ou

ut your ears, as the cavalcade gallops down the long line, and regimental standards droop in greeting, and bands and drum corps, one after an

seen only when the cavalcade, having galloped down the line in front and up again on the rear, has taken its

e men all move together, and their guns, flashing in the sun, have the same inclination. Observe particularly how, when they come to wheel off, there is no bend in the line, but they wheel as if the whole platoon were a ramrod made to

of showing, I suppose, what we could do if we were wanted in a hurry,-as indeed we shall be, not more than sixty days hence! Away we go, then, on a dead run off the field