For in another battle--the name I never heard-- He was guarding the wagons when an accident occurred,-- A comrade who was under the influence of drink, Shot him with a musket through the right cheek, I think. But his dear life was spared; but it hadn't been for long, Till a cruel Rebel colonel come riding along, And struck him with his sword, as many do suppose, For his cap-rim was cut off, and also his nose. But Providence, who watches o'er the noble and the brave, Snatched him once more from the jaws of the grave; And just a little while before the close of the war, He sent his picture home to his girl away so far. And she fell into decline, and she wrote in reply, "She had seen his face again and was ready to die"; And she wanted him to promise, when she was in her tomb, He would only visit that by the light of the moon. But he never returned at the close of the war, And the boys that got back said he hadn't the heart; But he got a position in a powder-mill, and said He hoped to meet the doom that his country denied. A PEN-PICTUR' OF A CERTIN FRIVVOLUS OLD MAN Most ontimely old man yit! 'Pear-like sometimes he jest _tries_ His fool-self, and takes the bitt In his teeth and jest de-fies All perpryties!--Lay and swet Doin' _nothin'_--only jest Sorto' speckillatun on Whare old summertimes is gone, And 'bout things that he loved best When a youngster! Heerd him say _Springtimes_ made him thataway-- Speshully on _Sund'ys_--when Sun shines out and in again, And the lonesome old hens they Git off under the old kern- Bushes, and in deep concern _Talk-like to theyrselvs_, and scratch Kindo' absunt-minded, jest Like theyr thoughts was fur away In some neghbor's gyarden-patch Folks has tended keerfullest! Heerd the old man dwell on these Idys time and time again!-- Heerd him claim that orchurd-trees Bloomin', put the mischief in His old hart sometimes that bad And owdacious that he "_had_ To break loose _some_way," says he, "Ornry as I ust to be!"