Thy mother's pain and anguish Through life will never cease; The grief she's now enduring No earthly power can ease. 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." The Corporal got his men together, and ordered them to string all the canteens they could find around their necks. On arriving at the cabin, they seized upon and "poured out" the whisky. After a thorough loading-up, the Corporal returned and reported at head-quarters. "You poured it out, did you?" inquired the Colonel. "Yes, sir," categorically replied the Corporal. The Colonel noticed a canteen about the Corporal's neck, and thought he smelled something, and, looking him steadily in the face, repeated: "You poured it out, sir, did you?" "Yes, sir," emphatically replied the Corporal. "And where did you pour it, sir?" "In our canteens, Colonel," he replied. For a moment his eyes flashed with anger; but, on second thought, the joke struck him as being too good, and the pleasant smile so characteristic of the Colonel wreathed his face in a moment. "Well, Corporal," continued he, "I suppose that is some of the 'poured-out' in your canteen, eh?" "Yes, sir," he replied, with the utmost _sang froid_, and, at the same time, gracefully disengaging the strap from his neck, said, "Won't you try some, Colonel?" "I don't care if I do," said the Colonel; whereupon he imbibed, saying, as he lowered the vessel, "Not a bad article--not a bad article; but, Corporal, next time I send you to pour out whisky I will tell you _where_ to pour it."