A father mourns the idol
Which God hath taken home,
Hath borne to sunnier regions,
Where guardian spirits roam.
And for the grieving sister,
Whose joyous days are o'er,
There cometh gleams of sunshine
From yonder golden shore.
From the throne of God eternal,
Where the angel roameth free,
He speaketh words of music
To parents dear, and thee.
To friends and weeping kindred
He speaketh words of cheer:
"Be ye prepared to meet me,
Prepared to meet me here."
Lizzie A. F.
Colonel Toland vs. Contraband Whisky.
"Volunteer" told me a good story of one of the gallant 34th Ohio and Colonel Toland.
During their stay at Barboursville, the Colonel noticed, one day, an extraordinary number of intoxicated soldiers in camp. Where they obtained their whisky was a mystery to the command. The orders were very strict in regard to its prohibition. After considerable effort, the Colonel succeeded in finding out the guilty party. The culprit had a little log hut on the banks of the Guyandotte River, and was dealing it out with a profuseness entirely unwarranted. The Colonel sent his orderly for Corporal Minshall, of Company G. On his arrival, the Colonel said:
"Corporal, you will take ten men, sir, and go to the whisky-cabin on the banks of the Guyandotte, seize all the whisky you find, and pour it out."
"All right," said the Corporal; "your order will be obeyed forthwith."