“You were mistaken. He is not dead, and you see I am not. He was wounded in the throat, but my sabre missed the artery, and he was taken to a house near at hand, and thence to hospital, where he recovered. My own wound was a bullet through the chest; and this gave me so much agony that I could not be carried in my ambulance farther than Warrenton, where I was left with some friends who took good care of me. Meanwhile, General Meade had again advanced and occupied the place--I was discovered, and removed as soon as possible to the Federal hospital, where they could have me under guard. Faith! they are smart people--our friends the Yankees! They are convinced that ‘every little helps,’ and they had no idea of allowing that tremendous Southern paladin, Colonel Mohun, to escape! So I was sent to hospital. The removal caused a return of fever--I was within an inch of the grave--and this brings me to the circumstance that I wish to relate for your amusement. “For some days after my removal to the Federal hospital, I was delirious, but am now convinced that much which I then took for the wanderings of a fevered brain, was real. “I used to lie awake a great deal, and one gloomy night I saw, or dreamed I saw, as I then supposed, _that woman_ enter my ward, in company with the surgeon. She bent over me, glared upon me with those dark eyes, which you no doubt remember, and then drawing back said to the surgeon:-- “‘Will he live?’ “‘Impossible to say, madam,’ was the reply. ‘The ball passed through his breast, and although these wounds are almost always mortal, men do now and then recover from them.’ “‘Will this one?’ “‘I cannot tell you, madam, his constitution seems powerful.’ “I saw her turn as he spoke, and fix those glaring eyes on me again. They were enough to burn a hole in you, Surry, and made me feel for some weapon. But there was none--and the scene here terminated--both retired. The next night, however, it was renewed. This time the surgeon felt my pulse, touched my forehead, placed his ear to my breast to listen to the action of the heart, and rising up said, in reply to madam’s earnest glance of inquiry:-- “‘Yes, I am sure he will live. You can give yourself no further anxiety about your cousin, madam.’ “_Her cousin_! That was not bad, you see. She had gained access, as I ascertained from some words of their conversation, by representing herself as my cousin. I was a member of her family who had ‘gone astray’ and embraced the cause of the rebellion, but was still dear to her! Womanly heart! clinging affection! not even the sin of the prodigal cousin could sever the tender chord of her love! I had wandered from the right path--fed on husks with the Confederate swine; but I was wounded--had come back; should the fatted calf remain unbutchered, and the loving welcome be withheld? “‘_You can give yourself no further uneasiness about your cousin, madam_!’