When we had our war here, a man who didn't stand his little draft didn't amount to shucks. Altho' we had more cripples and able-bodied loonatics here them times, than since. The enthusiasm got up to that pitch, that when an enrolling officer would pass down the streets, crowds would rush after him, and with tears in their eyes and a $300 bill in their hand, beg the enrolling officer to let them die for their blessed country--by sendin' a substitoot. Patriotism ran so high, that altho' a man hadn't a dollar to his back or a shirt in his pocket, he marched gallantly to the war meetins, and voted to assess his rich nabor to raise money for the purpose of buyin' substitoots with which to prosecute the war. Them was the times as tride men's soles, and made the shoomakers laff, who done the toppin'. Jumpin' bounties paid them times. The bold patriot and able-bodied hero who couldn't jump his two bounties a week, beside his bord and washin', wasn't warmed by the fires of 1776. Yes, sir; the self-sacrificing contractor, doorin' that eventful period, by cuttin' down the poor sewin' wimmen's wages, partriotically furnished the Government a superior lot of pastebord shoes for $27.00 a pair, and a nice cool shoddy overcote for $97.00 apiece. Having received the reward of a gratefool country, he is resting from his patriotick labors at Saratogy or Long Branch. Seein' that you have got a war on your hands, I hope it will pay better than your Plebiscotum, altho' I don't know whether that 'ere article resembles a bile or a brick meetin' house. I understand you have mobolized your army. My advice is to unmobilize 'em again, and get 'em in line. I don't believe in mobs. They are apt to get mixed, and popp off each other. Millingtery disipline is a commander's best holt. Little FILL SHERIDAN is comin' over to see you fite. FILLIP is a plucky little cuss. He allers used to fite in the Calvary. I don't believe he likes Infant-ry, for he remains onmarried. If "Old 20 miles away" calls on you, tell him I've got a gal, smarter'n a 2 year colt, he can have by the askin'. She's a good cook, and can do up a shirt _el commee faw_, and you know what that is, better'n I do. Don't appint your wife Re-gent. It will be a sorry day for you, if you do. I appinted Mrs. G. in that position durin' the Honey moon of our wedded life, and the old gal has hung onto the Specter ever since, and she wields it with a cast-iron hand. As somebody says: Give a woman an inch, and you'll get 'el. Remember your grate uncle. He was a able sojer, and could worry down hard tack and mule beef ekal to the best of 'em. But Waterloo ukered the old man, and the "Head of the army" pegged out at Saint Heleny. Look out that his nefew don't get served ditto. As I've writ you considerable on public affairs, I will addres you a few lines on private ones. Mrs. GREEN would like to borrow a new fashioned caliker dress pattern of UGEENY.