Miles invited those who would, to go over to his palace, and promised us a sardine supper; accordingly, but few refused the invitation. Now, Miles had a _jug of oil_, just from the Thurston House, Paris, _Bourbon_ County, Ky. This oil was put to good use; and soon a _box_ of herring was opened, and the oil again distributed, and then some speeches were made. The meeting was called to order by the fat Quarter-master, Shoemaker. A motion was made that we adjourn and go to Cincinnati. This was voted down. Motions were continually made to take a drink. These were carried, every _pop_, by _Sherry_, your correspondent being the only one having the moral courage to vote in the negative. Now, Miles is from Columbus; a jolly, good fellow, and, when the time for retiring arrived, proffered me his bed, provided I would notice him in my next letter. This I promised, and accepted his hospitality. The party dispersed, and Miles was soon in the arms of Morpheus; he had fallen asleep making an eloquent appeal to the _chair_. I had just got into a nice doze, when I was aroused by the sound of a voice. "Gen'l'men, you're all my frens, every one of you. But, gen'l'men, I invite you, freely, to my sardines. You, 'specially, Ned Shoemaker; 'specially you, Andy Hall, and all of you. "The country is a momentous question,"---- Here I ventured to inquire of him as to whom he was addressing his conversation? "Why, my frens," replied he. "Isn't that Ned Shoemaker?" pointing to a barrel, upon the top of which was my hat; "and are not those my companions," pointing to a pile of cheese-boxes, herring-kegs, etc., that were strewn around. He was much astonished when I assured him his friends had _departed_ an hour since, at least. DIDN'T KNOW OF THE REBELLION. Going out with a party of scouts, one day, in Virginia, we espied, away up a little ravine, a log-house, completely isolated. Anticipating a good, substantial meal, we rode up to the domicile, where an old woman, with a face with all the intelligence of a pig beaming from it, came to the door, looking the very picture of consternation. We dismounted, and asked for something to eat. "What! wittles?" exclaimed the horrible-looking creature. "Whar did you come from? And what be sogers doin' on here?" "Well, I came from Indianapolis," said Captain Bracken, "and am after something to eat. Are there any Secesh in these parts?" "Any what?" "Secesh." "Why, gracious, what's them?" "Are you and your folks for the Union?" "Why, sartain; thar's the old man neow." Just at this moment there came a gaunt-eyed, slim-livered, carnivorous, yellow-skinned, mountain Virginian--no doubt belonging to one of the first families, as his name was Rhett. "Look-a-hear," continued the old woman; "this ere soger wants to know if you be for Union?" The old man looked, if any thing, more astonished than the old woman at the soldier. In the course of conversation we asked the man, "What he thought of the war?"