"Massa's in the cold, cold ground--at least I hope so!" sed the gay contraband. "March on, March on! all hearts rejoice!" cried the Colonel, who was mounted on a Bob-tailed nag--on which, in times of Peace, my soul, O Peace! he had betted his money. "Yaw," sed a German Bold Sojer Boy, "we don't-fights-mit-Segel as much as we did." The regiment marched on, and Philander betook himself to his mother's Cottage Near the Banks of that Lone River, and rehearsed the stirring speech he was to make that night at a war meeting. "It's just before the battle, Mother," he said, "and I want to say something that will encourage Grant." CHAPTER II.--MABEL. Mabel Tucker was an orphan.  Her father, Dan Tucker, was run over one day by a train of cars though he needn't have been, for the kind-hearted engineer told him to Git out of the Way. Mabel early manifested a marked inclination for the milinery business, and at the time we introduce her to our readers she was Chief Engineer of a Millinery Shop and Boss of a Sewing Machine. Philander Reed loved Mabel Tucker, and Ever of her was Fondly Dreaming; and she used to say, "Will you love me Then as Now?" to which he would answer that he would, and without the written consent of his parents. She sat in the parlor of the Cot where she was Born, one Summer's eve, with pensive thought, when Somebody came Knocking at the Door.  It was Philander.  Fond Embrace and things.  Thrilling emotions.  P. very pale and shaky in the legs.  Also, sweaty. "Where hast thou been?" she sed.  "Hast been gathering shells from youth to age, and then leaving them like a che-eild?  Why this tremors?  Why these Sadfulness?" "Mabeyuel!" he cried.  "Mabeyuel!  They've Drafted me into the Army!" An orderly Surgeant now appears and says, "Come, Philander, let's be a-marching;"  And he tore her from his embrace (P.'s) and marched the conscript to the Examining Surgeon's office. Mabel fainted in two places.  It was worse than Brother's Fainting at the Door. CHAPTER III.--THE CONSCRIPT. Philander Reed hadn't three hundred dollars, being a dead-broken Reed, so he must either become one of the noble Band who are Coming, Father Abraham, three hundred thousand more, or skedaddle across the St. Lawrence River to the Canada Line.  As his opinions had recently undergone a radical change, he chose the latter course, and was soon Afloat, afloat, on the swift rolling tide.  "Row, brothers, row," he cried, "the stream runs fast, the Sergeant is near, and the Zamination's past, and I'm a able-bodied man." Landing, he at once imprinted a conservative kiss on the Canada Line, and feelingly asked himself, "Who will care for Mother now?  But I propose to stick it out on this Line if it takes all Summer." CHAPTER IV.--THE MEETING. It was evening, it was.  The Star of the Evening, Beautiful Star, shone brilliantly, adorning the sky with those "Neutral" tints which have characterized all British skies ever since this War broke out.