My love reposes in a rosewood frame; A bunk have I; A couch of feath'ry down fills up the same; Mine's straw, but dry. She sinks to rest at night without a sigh; With waking eyes I watch the hours creep by. My love her daily dinner takes in state; And so do I; The richest viands flank her plate; Coarse grub have I. Pure wines she sips at ease her thirst to slake; I pump my drink from Erie's limpid lake. My love has all the world at will to roam; Three acres I; She goes abroad, or quiet sits at home; So cannot I. Bright angels watch around her couch at night; A Yank, with loaded gun, keeps me in sight. A thousand weary miles stretch between My love and I; To her, this wintry night, cold, calm, serene, I waft a sigh, And hope, with all my earnestness of soul, To-morrow's mail may bring me my parole. There's hope ahead: we'll one day meet again, My love and I; We'll wipe away all tears of sorrow then; Her love-lit eye Will all my many troubles then beguile, And keep this wayward reb from Johnson's Isle. [Illustration: STUCK!] A SCRIPTURAL CONUNDRUM. The Georgia contrabands were great on conundrums, says a soldier of Sherman's army. One day one of these human "charcoal sketches" was driving a pair of contrary mules hitched to a cart loaded with foraging stuff. He was sitting on the load, saying to himself, "Now dat Clem ax me dat cundrum to bodder dis nigger, and I done just make it out. 'Why ar Moses like er cotton-gin?' I done see. I mighty 'fraid I hab to gib dat up. Whoa! Git up? What de debble you doin'?" While "cudgelling his brains" for a solution of Clem's conundrum, the mules had strayed from the cart road, and were stuck hard and fast in the mud. "Git up dar yer Balum's cusses!" piling on the whip and using some "swear words" not to be repeated. "Dar, take dat, and dat, yer!" Just then Chaplain C. rode up, and hearing the contraband swearing, said,-- "Do you know what the great I Am said?" "Look'er yer, masser," interrupted the negro; "done yer ax me none of yer cundrums till I git out ob dis d---- hole; and I answer Clem's fust--'Why am Moses like er gin-cotton?'" WOULDN'T MARRY A REGIMENT. When General Kelley was after Mosby's guerrillas, he captured a girl named Sally Dusky, whose two brothers were officers in the guerrilla band. The general tried in vain to induce the girl--who was not bad looking, by the way--to reveal the rebs' hiding-places. Having failed in all other ways, the general said,-- "If you will make a clean breast of it, and tell us truly, I will give you the chances for a husband of all the men and officers of my command." With this bait he turned her over to Captain Baggs. After some deliberation she asked that officer if the general meant what he said. "O, most assuredly; the general was sincere," was his reply.