Show ge tb F taylor of the journal concludes one of his elegant letters from the army of the cumber laud as follows amon among 0 the curiosities of airry life is this dress eighty or a hundred thousand men pretty nearly alike and everybody resembles his neighbor and nobody looks like himself take those men and sprinkle a half section as they say in illinois pretty thick with them put them under the big umbrellas odthe camps chink a little town hill full of them thein till every house swarms like a hive in june set them all in the usual motion of army life and then begin to look for your next nest best friend and I 1 wish you joy of your journey you might better be 11 japhet in search of his father perhaps you night might remember having passed a familiar friend who was reclining it in the chair with his face upturned as is is tile the fashion of those who come under the barbers hands passed without recognizing him of course it was the unwonted position that gave him tile the ook look of a stran stranger er the shadows fell ell in new places and the effect was new impression you would be struck with this in looking down upon the faces turned toward heaven alter after a battle either cither the field or in the hospital the light falls squarely down no shows alws under the brow no shading beneath the chin and the whole face so clears lip P softens and grows delicate mat you may look upon a friend and it t know it death I 1 think genery lly impairs the beauty of women but it V comet annes IMIs makes homely moil men won der fully lly handsome aluman uman deeds and human lives ar an ever understood until they are fished you cn can no more tell in ad think how v manhood will turn out iaan how w a child will grow up ab bul A married editor rarely writes women ile he dares not try to w lier her his subject sinco binco he is liers hers my name is mike heywood and I 1 live down in maine im courtin a gal named sall sail jones and I 1 never kissed her till the other night this is the way it was I 1 wanted to kiss lier her right down bad but the pluck ifer her lips had been a temp tempting tint of me red apples ever tempted a school boy and at last I 1 meant to try for it if I 1 broke my leg so last sunday night as we sat together arter I 1 looked her strait in tile the eyes and aez I 1 sally gin us a kiss and be dope with it I 1 wont says she it so now there P 1 ill take it whether or no do it if you dare 11 aez she her arms fell down by her side her hair fair fell back over the chair her eyes closed and there lay a little plump mo mouth uth all in the air lord I 1 did you ever see a hawk pounce upon a robin I 1 or a bumblebee bumble bee on a clover cup I 1 never say nothing to nobody |