"I belong to his Corps," replied Lieutenant Wilson, of the 17th Ohio, "and saw him talking to General Sherman a while ago, surrounded by his Staff." "I thought it was a damned lie when I heard it," said the reb. "Is yours a regular regiment?" asked Shaaff, of our Major, again. "No sir, but it is commanded by a regular." "What's his name?" "Mizner, sir." "Mizner, Mizner, Mizner. I think I knew him at West Point." "Can't say, sir." "Your papers circulated a falsehood in stating that we stripped and robbed the person of General McPherson. I saw and talked with him immediately after he fell, and had sent for a stretcher to convey him within our lines, but were driven from where he was before we could do so," said Shaaff. "Then," quoth Fitzgibbon, "you belong to General Hardee's Staff, and you, I take it from your fine clothes, (pointing to the other officers,) have not been long in the trenches?" "I've been only five days," said an innocent Lieutenant, "and would not take it as a favor from any man to send me here again, if I were back again where I came from." A bitter look was given the latest speaker, by Major Shaaff, who called off his men immediately after, leaving a receipt for the articles he got. Appended is Major Fitzgibbon's letter, as also Major Shaaff's (pr. Schoff) receipt: CAMP OF THE 14TH MICH. VET. VOL. INFANTRY, Miss Emma Jane Kennon, Oxford, Georgia: } BEREAVED GIRL: With melancholy pleasure I herewith send to you the valuables and personal effects of the late Lieutenant Ross, 66th Georgia. From his dying lips he told me he loved you above all else in the world; and committing these effects to my charge, his last sigh was turned into a prayer that I would, if possible, send you your likeness, which he carried next to and in his heart. The asperities that demagogues engender in the minds of those separated from the field of battle and the scenes of death the unnatural bitterness of feeling that has seemingly soured the better nature of our countrymen and women in both extreme sections of our common country-finds neither home nor resting place in the hearts of this army of ours, and I assure you that I took as tender and respectful hold and care of your betrothed as if he were my own comrade or brother. The innocence depicted in his fair and beautiful facehis heroic efforts at staying the retreat of his fleeing comrades, won my heart and assured him its sympathies and respect. With this also find his purse and papers, which, "vandal" though I am, I feel will be of greater value to you to get, than satisfaction to me to withhold. He was conscious to the last, as I learned from the officer who cared for him, and seemed only to deplore his death in parting from that Heaven he left in you. Two other Confederate officers lay dead near him, but the necessities of the moment prevented the possibility of my delaying to find out anything in relation to them. Praying that God will put it into the hearts of your people to return to the allegiance of your father's flag, under which all sections prospered, and which only will prevent the further effusion of blood, and sincerely and from my heart condoling with you and his family in your bereavement, I am, sad girl, very respectfully, Your obedient servant, THOMAS C. FITZGIBBON, Major 14th Michigan Veteran Volunteer Infantry, U. S. A. P. S.-August 11.-I have failed thus far to effect a "parley" with your friends in my front. Methinks the force in our front is composed of Governor Brown's "new issue," as it fears to not only have a friendly chat, or look us in the eye-except from under a "headlog." Received of Major Fitzgibbon, 14th Michigan Volunteers, $52.50, letters, picture and sundry papers and effects of Lieutenant Ross, 66th Georgia Regiment. ARTHUR SHAAFF, Major C. S. A. Commanding Line. The Confederates were very restless and seemingly ill at ease during the entire conversation. They wore their swords and sashes, some of them even so far forgetting the sacredness of the meeting as to carry their revolvers. "Don't be alarmed, gentlemen," said Major Fitzgibbon, "we don't come here to hurt, harm or deceive you. If you you be so anxious to see my works, (which was intended as a modest rebuke to their ogling toward our line) I will not only permit you to come and examine them, but guarantee you a safe return to your lines. Tis not on rotten logs or mud banks that we rely. On a Spartan rampart of brave hearts and God alone, is our trust." To this they all replied: "O, no, sir; you are mistaken in us. We're not at all alarmed, and we assure you we're not trying to take advantage of this meeting.' Thus ended our "parley." Vis-a-vis again. Notwithstanding the "irrepressible conflict" that rages, the contradictory ideas that prevail in and govern these Federal and rebel armies under Sherman and Hood, we still "court their presence. Vainly have they accommodated our Yankee greed in yielding their camping grounds and territory to us, when we pushed them, in hopes of our "letting them alone,' and abandoning "coercing" them to retreat to the Gulf. We confront them once again in front of the white walls of the "Gate City," and not to be behind them in politeness, we exchange salutations with 'em daily, hourly, momentarily, second-arily. Sensibly satirical was the e." remark of a soldier of the 1st Tennessee (rebel) Infantry, when hailing a Federal from the South bank of the Chattahoochie: "Hello, Yank! Stop shooting over there; let us talk this thing over. What in hell is the use o' shooting all the time? For my part I can rest on this line if it takes all summer." "Agreed." "Don't you know that you Yanks will have to retreat right fast from here? It will be your turn to run next. We have now got you where we want to, and have been reinforced by two Corps, and a new commander this morning." The Federal soldier not relishing the idea of the two corps addition to an army already the equal numerically of his own, asked: "What corps are they, and who commands them?" "McPherson's and Schofield's corps are on our side this morning. General Sherman commands us, for whenever you receive orders from him to move, we move too." And so will it continue to be, though it may cost us a few lives and guns, as in the case of General McPherson on the 21st. On the afternoon of that day orders were issued to all Corps commanders to move their forces by the heads of columns to Atlanta, which was ours, (in a horn.) In compliance with this order every soldier in camp deemed it a patriotic duty to shout lustily; musical instruments were hurriedly scoured and polished, tites were watered, drums tightly laced, banners-tattered and dusted-were unfurled and brushed, and all resumed their proper places at the heads and centres of brigades and regiments. Officers of the Beau Brummell School drew from their scented portmanteaus their cleanest clothes, virgin shirt collars, delicate kids, handkerchiefs perfumed with "Lubin's West End." Meerschaums elaborately wrought and ingeniously colored were brought forth, from which could be seen huge clouds of aromatic smoke that received a brilliant tinge from odoriferous cascarilla. All was intended to "take down" Atlantians, and impress the deluded inhabitants of that benighted region with the prowess, progress and potency of our great Yankee nation and notions. Thus did we jog carelessly but thoughtfully along, marveling to ourselves the happy morrow which would bring us the "freedom of the city," its saloons and segars, cocktails and pleasing bar-maids. Suddenly a change cometh over the spirit of our reveries -belch!-belch!-belch! go piece after piece of artillery. Word is brought to us on the right that McPherson "ran plumb against a rebel line," which fiercely charged upon his unguarded columns. The advance regiments were thrown into disorder by the unlooked for onslaught, and ten pieces of artillery were abandoned in the melee. Soon our lines were formed, a counter charge was ordered, when the rebel lines were borne down, bleeding, broken and mangled. By this, we retook four of the ten pieces of artillery, nearly all our prisoners, many of the rebels, as also the body of General McPherson, who fell, alas! and alas! at the first fire, being riding at the head of his column accompanied only by his body guard. The loss of this brave and skillful General is a serious loss not only to this army but to this nation. Next to General Thomas, he was considered the ablest and best commander in the great and unconquerable army of the West. We have dearly paid for Polk. A nation recognizing virtue and merit should mourn in tears of anguish and sorrow Major General James B. McPherson. He commanded the 15th, 16th and 17th Army Corps, known as the "Department of the Tennessee. With the rebel dead and wounded who fell into our hands on the 21st, was a handsome young soldier in a neat gray jacket and pants. The soldier's leg was shattered, and amputation was deemed necessary. The noble youth was placed on the surgical table, when lo it was a female! So many "tender youths" have been captured by us since the commencement of this campaign that but little notice was given her features, and a suspicion never rose in the minds of our Sur |