Democratic Sentinel, Volume 9, Number 22, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 26 June 1885 — Page 6

OVER THE ORCHARD FENCE. BY HABBY J. BHEU.MAX. ft 'peared to me I wa’n’t no ure out in the field to-day: f, somehow, couldn’t swing the scythe nor toss the new-mown hay. An’ so I thought I’d jest sit here among the apple tree-*, "To rest awh'le beneath their shade an’ watch the buzziu’ bees. Well, no! C'an’t say I'm tired; but I somehow wanted rc st, , To be away from everything seemed sorter to be bast; For e\ eiy time I go around where there is hamao kind, (kinder hunger aftar what I know I cannot find it'ssing'lar how in natur’ the sweet apple blossoms tail. The bieeze, it ’pears to know and pick the pur•tiest of ’em all; It’s only rugged ones, perhaps, can stand agin' the blast— The frail and delicate are made too beautiful to last. Why, right here in the orchard, among the oldest there, I had a nbe young apple tree Just startin’ out to bear. An’ when the ekinoctial storm come tearin’ ’cross the farm, It tore that up, while to the rest it didn't do no barm. An’ so you’ve been away a spell? Well, how is itiings in town? Cara say it’s getting close an’ hot. To take it up an' down I like the country best. I’m glad to see you’re lookin’ spry. No! Things don’t go just right with me; I scarcely can say why. Oh, yes! The crop is lookin’fair, I’ve no right to complain: My corn runs well, an’ I have got a party stand of grain; My hay is almost made, an’—Well, yes! Betsy? She’s so so— She never is as hearty as she ought to be, you know. The l>oys? They're in the medder lot down by the old mill race: As fine a piece of grass ground as I’ve got upon the place: It’s queer how, when the grass grows up, an' gits to lookin' best, That then’s the time to cut it down. It’s so with all the rest Of things in natur’, I suppose. The harvest comes for all Some day, but 1 can’t understand just why the best ones fall; The Lord knows best. He fixes things to suit His own wise laws; An' yet it's curious oftentimes to figger out the cause. Miraudv? Yes, she's doin’ well; she’s helpin’ mother now About the house. A likely gal to bake, or milk a cow, An—No! I’m not half the man I were ten year ago; But then the years will tell upon the best of us, you know. Another? Yes, our Lizzie were the best of them all; Our baby, only seventeen, so sweet an’ fair, an’ tall. Jest like a lily; always good, yet cheerful, bright, an’ gay— We laid her in the churchyard, over yonder, yesterday. That's why I felt I wa’n't no use in the field today; I somehow couldn't swing the scythe nor toss tho new-mown hay; An' so I thought I’d jest sit here among the trees and rest; These things come harder when we’re old; but then the Lord knows best.

MRS. HACKEMUP ORDERS A JERSEY.

BY NEMO.

All things taken into consideration, matrimony liad not .proved to be the elyaium which Mrs. Hackemup’s virgin fancy had fondly painted, when, as the youthful (?) and unsophisticated maiden, Juliana Keziah Skiggs, she had harkened to the honeyed eloquence of the magniloquent Dr. Peter Columbus Hackemup. Various discrepancies between the Doctor as a lover and the Doctor as a husband had jarred terribly upon her delicately sensitive organization, while the unfilial conduct of her children, Belinda and Harry, drove the iron more deeply into her tender soul. Although in her bearing toward them she was a personification, to quote her own language, of “Patience on a money meant perspiring with grief,” still their existing relations were at best a sort of armed neutrality, while, for the most part, Belinda saucily carried a figurative chip on her straight young shoulders for Mrs. Hackemup’s express delectation, indicating by her manner a decided noli me tang ere which that lady dared not defy. It was not strange, therefore, that Mrs. Hackemup, although greatly chagrined at Belinda’s blindness in eloping with John Heron, the high-minded and industrious, but comparatively poor, mechanic, when Greenberry Gordy’s plethoric money bags and mummified self were at her disposal, was nevertheless relieved to be rid of her stepdaughter at whatever cost.

Dr. Hackemup* whose imagination had reveled in visions of Greenberry’s gold, overcome by the blighting disappointment, yielded himself for a time <to despair. It was then that Harry, hitherto a “thorn in the flesh” in the ingenuity with which he devised •schemes for tormenting his step-moth-er, with the natural chivalry (?) of the average American boy, came to the rescue. Constituting himself her escort and protec tor on all occasions, his delicate attentions to Mrs. Hackemup were •touching in the extreme, manifesting a •consideration and thoughtfulness as gratifying as unexpected to the recipient. Boiler-skating being all the rage in Hawkinsville, he accompanied her to the rink, and, not content with this, insisted upon teaching her to skate. If Mrs. Hackemup on terra firma was not to the fastidious eye a thing of beauty, on roller-skates she was fearful and wonderful to behold. Blissfully unconscious that the smiles which always greeted her appearance were excited by aught but admiration, she persevered, undaunted by falls and bruises, returning home each evening with a glowing account of her success to Dr. Hackemup. That dejected gentleman interposed no objection to this amusement. The rink was a fruitful < eourco of revenue to him, and when-

ever the subject was mentioned kaleidoscopic visions of crushed skulls and broken limbs, which he would be called upon to repair, floated with delightful certainty upon his fancy, redering him, in consequence, most amiably disposed. “Come imrer to the fire,” said he, blandly, to Mrs. Hackemup and Harry, as they entered his office upon returning from the rink one cold night in April. “Have you not noticed ah, that as you approach the caloric radiator, you become ah, much warmer than if you keep at a distance lrom it? Did you observe,” to his wife, “that, after falling with force, you arose somewhat ah, bruised? Do I progneso your sensations correctly ?” “ Yes,” assented Juliana Keziah, somewhat doubtfully; “ although my nose wasn’t as much affected as my cheeks. There was something in the air which made the chaps annoy me dreadfully. I never was worried' that way before. No matter how much my face was exposed, I never was pestered with chaps. ” “I should opine not, indeed, madam,” roared the disgusted Doctor, his transient amiability quickly disappearing before the lucid utterances of his guileless spouse. The majority of the patrons of the rink having been reduced to the condition of helpless crippless, the manager wisely concluded to depart for fresh fields and pastures new, announcing a grand race en costume, free to all, for the closing evening. Mrs. Hackemup and Harry were delighted at the prospect, but carefully concealed from the Doctor tlieir intention of appearing en costume. Harry, it is true, at first felt some misgivings about this, and advised his step-mother to go simply as a spectator. “Well,” snapped she, with scorn, “you might at least suggest something more opprobrious than a decayed vegetarian, the ‘White Maid of Avenue,’ for instance.” “Which avenue,” said Harry, innocently; “the Fourth or the Fifth?” “I shall recommend a thorough course of standard friction for you, Harry,” replied the lady, severely. “If you were at all weli read, you would know that I refer to the heroine of Scott’s beautiful pome, ‘ The Mormon.’ But,” animatedly, “as I have always been an advocate for women’s righteousness, I shall openly proclaim my sententions by appearing in the Boomerang costume. Don’t stare so, Harry. I suppose you know what I refer to—short dress, Turkey pants, and a stove-pipe liat. It will be uneekqu without being ooter, and,” pensively, “I think it will become me. As one of my old sparkers used to remark, ‘lt's not your face alone, Miss Juliana Keziah, which detracts, but your flggur.’ ” Absorbed in the preparation of her costume, the intervening days sped rapidly by. “I will be Moloch of all I survey,” remarked Mrs. Hackemup, the night of the race, as, arrayed in the Boomerang costume, she triumphantly surveyed her reflection in the mirror. “Ye gods and little fishes,” wliat a sight was before her partial eyes! Turning away, with a lingering glance, she enveloped her charms in a gossamer; and creeping cautiously past Dr. Hackemup’s office-door, Joined Harry, who was impatiently awaiting her in the yard. “Hurry,” cried he, “or we will get there too late to start in the race. ” No time was lost in reaching the rink or in donning the skates. The race was about to begin. Mrs. Hackemup and Harry hurriedly took their places. Crash went the music! Off went the skaters, Juliana Keziah, tightly clasping Harry’s hand, among the foremost, her stove-pipe hat. which in Quaker style she retained upon her head, towering aloft like the leaning tower of Pisa. Greatly excited, she had completed the tour of the hall, and was flying around the second time, when, happening to glance toward the spectators, who occupied seats at the side, she met the horrified eyes of her husband, whom she had supposed at home, fixed upon her.

Harry, too, had caught sight of his father, and as his costume consisted of that indignant parent’s wedding suit, stuffed with pillows to produce the desired symmetrical fit, a fellow feeling impelled him and his step-mother to court seclusion. With one impulse they turned and fled into the crowd. Tempestuous confusion ensued! An immensely fat woman receiving Harry’s head full tilt against the pit of her stomach, shut up like a jack-knife, and fell with terrific force upon the padded form of her assailant, nearly crushing him flat. As Harry’s hand was still tightly clutched by Juliana Keziah, she, naturally and involuntarily, made a third in the picturesque group, falling on her back with a thud that sent her hat flying in the hir, and kicking so vigorously that several others, unable to get out of the way, were bowled down like ten-pins, and added their quota to the floundering mass of humanity. As soon as possible quiet was restored. Those who could arose, others were helped up; but Juliana Keziah lay motionless and gasping, her face purple. Dr. Hackemup, whose services as ministering angel had been wildly called for, bent over her, a faint hope rising in his breast that apoplexy might save him from committing murder. One look into that open mouth was enough. “She has swallowed her teeth,” he shouted, too excited to be pompous. “Bring the stomach pump.” 'While Harry, his noble proportions

considerably flattened, ran to the office ; for this instrument, Juliana Keziah, still j gasping, was raised to a sitting position. Dr. Hackemup, with a 6avage glance, ' bestowed upon her back a vicious whack. It was given con amore, ostensibly to alleviate the sufferings of ; his distressed spouse, perhaps as a vent j to his own overcharged feelings, and with due effect. The four teeth which ' had lodged in Mrs. Hackemup’s throat j flew half way across the hall, while the j relieved woman bore witness to the es- i j ficacy of the Doctor’s treatment by imj mediately screeching at the top of her lungs. liuthlessly silencing this soul-reach-ing music, Dr. Hackemup dragged the musician out of the hall, and unbottled his wrath. “Your attire is disgraceful, madam,” roared he, “and you sirrah,” to Harry, who appeared this moment with the stomach pump, “will gaze upon to-mor-row’s setting sun from the windows of a boarding-school. Such a fiasco, madam,” grinding his teeth, “I never beheld.” Juliana Keziah, stalking forlornly beside her irate lord, sniffed resentfully: “As to fee askers, what could be more opprobrious to a doctor?” “Silence,” thundered Doctor H., “and listen to my dictum. The Society for the Belief of Indigent Spinsters applied to me this morning for a suitable building. After ensconcing you, impertinent, ungrateful offspring, at school, I shall rent this dwelling (they having reached his house) for that purpose. You and I,” sardonically to his spouse, “will retire from the world to our farm on Small pox Creek. Juliana Keziah shrieked with horror. “I will not be immured in those salivian glades for all the indignant spinsters living. That hut, Peter Columbus,consists of a few small rooms and a cuticary department. I will not even considerate the plan, unless you consent to have the necessitous conditions built to the main part of the house, surmounting the whole with a Queen Anne curculio, or • a gopher conservatory, either of which would be most opprobious for a country seat.” Doctor Hackemup, however, was deaf to all persuasion. Harry started for school the next day rather surprised at his own good luck, with his stepmother’s parting words echoing in his ears. “It’s an ill wind that blows everybody good. You will see, Harry, that your father is taking a fore paw in this farming business, and that, like too many others, he will save with the bigots and leak with the bunkos; I prognosticate that before long he will come out at the little end of the hornet.” Unheeding his wife’s entreaties and doleful predictions, Dr. Hackemup removed at once to his farm, immediately thereafter offering his professional services to the country people in a huge poster, which he placed in the neighboring store and postoffice combined. Mrs. Hackemup for a while resigned herself to despair; but perceiving that the doctor was determined, she philosophically resolved to make the best of her sojourn in the country, by interesting herself in the management of the farm. Dr. Hackemup’s opinion of his own wisdom was only equaled by his utter contempt for her judgment on the subject. Therefore, the disputes between the self-sufficient medico and his wife were so frequent and violent that their connubial infelicity passed into a proverb, and quite threw into the shade the classic legend of the “cats and dogs.” Dr. Hackemup being frequently absent in attendance upon his professional duties, Mrs. H. was often alone, save for the servants, from whom she held herself loftily aloof, except when instructing them in choice vocabulary as to their duties. One afternoon in midsummer, as she sat pensively on the veranda, a stranger entered the road gate and approached the house. He carried a small valise, and appeared dusty and fatigued. A peddler, of course, was her conclusion.

Made aware by painful experience of Juliana Keziah’s similarity to Toodles, Dr. Hackemup warned her every day against agents or “Cheap Johns” of any kind, threatening her with direst vengeance should she purchase from one of these “vagrants” so much as a paper of pins. As the stranger neared the porch he removed his hat, bowing with insinuating address and such an admiring glance in her direction that her heart softened at once toward him, while her husband’s parting injunction disappeared from her memory under the influence of his ingratiating smile like dew before the morning sun. “Madam,” began he, “I am exclusive agent for the beautiful Jersey, aptly styled ‘The Ladies’ Pet.’ May I not include you among my list of purchasers?” “Oh, I don’t know,” said Mrs. Hackemup, “that I need anything of the kind in the country. ” “Pardon me, madam,” politely interrupted the stranger, “the country is just the place to show its advantages. It is so lively and frisky, perfect in shape and color.” “I prefer scarlet or blue, ” interposed Juliana Keziah. “Haveyou those colors, with crotchettv buttons ?” The agent looked somewhat mystefied, but after a moment answered, briskly: “Keally, I never have dealt with them except in white and shades of brown, but I can guarantee that while they never butt, they are good for many a pound of butter. Their bags are always large and well filled.” “Oh,” exclaimed his hearer, surprised, “do you throw in one of those

lovely pump-and-dairy bags with the Jersey?” “Of course,” replied the agent, surprised in his turn, “and not only that, but you must consider the calves. They never fail to appear in due season, and, not being of the spindling kind, they are certainly both useful and ornanamental.” Juliana Keziah bridled. “I have no use for nrtiplivsical calves,” said she, “but I should like a Jersey, well braided, without gores.” “The finest breed in the country,” cried the agent enthusiastically. “ Good for show, good for wear; there is no bustle anywhere about them.” “I have heard,” said Mrs. H., “that bustles are decidedly pasha. ” “These are the Simon-pure article. Let me induce you to take one. ' You are not obliged to pay until you receive the Jersey.” “Well,” hesitated the lady, almost persuaded, do you charge?” “Oh, ye will not quarrel about the price. Just sign your name to that order ; you may never have such another opportunity.” Juliana Keziah, overcome by his eloquence, and inwardly rejoicing at her bargain, signed her name to the order. “Now, madam,” said the polite agent, insinuatingly, “would you not like to buy a gentleman Jersey as a companion for your beautiful ‘Ladies' Pet ?’ I have just one left, so gentle and mild.” “Dr. Hackemup,” said Juliana Keziah, spitefully, “doesn’t care at all for dress, nor would anything mild be as opprebious to his style as a cross n “Just the thing!” interrupted the eager seller. “I have a fine Alderney and several crossed with short-horns. How would they suit?” “Well,” said J. K., dubiously, “Old dern sounds rather profane, although,” resentfully, “it is no more desultory than the epitaphs he heaps upon me every day. But, really, I should think horns, however short, would be very inconvenient.” “I assure you they do not poke.” “I hope not, indeed,” answered the lady, tartly. “He is poky enough now about everything except scrimping. But what would you charge for both ?” “Well,” rejoined the agent, thoughtfully, “I’d like to favor you, so if you take the pair, I’ll let you have them for five hundred dollars—two hundred and fifty dollars apiece—and dirt cheap at that. ” “Five hundred dollars!” screamed Juliana Keziah, aghast. “Two hundred and fifty dollars for a Jersey waist!” “No waste about them,” said the agent, sturdily, “good for beef, butter, and milk; as fine a Jersey bull and cow as ever I set eyes upon. You’ve ordered the cow; now do buy the bull!” Juliana Keziah uttered a yell, that would have made the reputation of ar. opera singer. “ Buy what bull ? ” bellowed Dr Hackemup, sudddenly appearing orthe scene in time to catch the agent’s last words and his confiding partner’s howl. “We need no bulls, young man, but you will be squeezed by a bear in a moment if you do not depart at once and with dispatch,” glaring fiercely at the terrified agent, who backed rapidly toward the gate, explaining volubly that the lady’s order for a Jersey cow was in his possession, and that he would forward the animal as soon as possible, with a lawyer to collect the bill. Mrs. Hackemup, between anger and fright, intermingled her excuses and lamentations in such delightful confusion that it was sometime before Dr. Hackemup’s desire for an explanation was gratified. When that gentleman, however, fully understood the case his rage knew no bounds. Hopping frantically around the low veranda, as though dancing a jig on red-hot iron, he exhaused the English vocabulary and had recourse to the Latin for contemptuous epithets to heap upon his wildly-weeping spouse. Finally overcome wi-th rage, he bestowed upon her a glance of withering contempt, exclaiming: “The gridiron of St. Lawrence was a downy bed in comparison with the tortures I endure from your idiotic performances. I will instantly and at once procure a writ of lunacy and have you incarcerated for life in an asylum for imbeciles. You will not suffer long,” he continued, with malicious venom; “you already begin to show age, madam.” This heartless allusion to her slightly (?) mature years was the last straw. Even the worm will turn when trod upon. “Peter Columbius,” said Juliana Keziah, sharply, instantly ceasing to weep, “I regret to say you begin to show drink. I think it would be far more opprobrious to remove the bean from your own eye before you begin to distract the mole in mine. The meanness of the male sect is the same the world over, and the unsuspected female who innocuously marries a man, for fear of dying an old maid, simply strangles a gnat and swallows a camel leopard.”

An Easy Sentence.

“You are charged with bigamy,” remarked the Judge, impressively, while the prisoner glanced over his shoulder at three stern-visaged women. “Now,” continued the Court, “I intend to give you the severest penalty the law allows." Here the prisoner covered his face with his hands and wept. “I shall sentence you to the State Prison for twenty years. What are you grinning at?” “I thought,” smiled the prisoner through his tears, “you was a-going to turn me loose.”— New York Graphic.

CASUALTIES OF THE REBELLION.

The Killed and Wounded and Deaths from Diseases During the Late War. [Washington special.] Twenty years have passed since the dose of the civil war, and now, at last, a careful official record of the number of deaths that occurred In the Union army has been made. A little more than twelve months ago, on the 2d of Jane, 1884, Gen. Drum directed Mr. J. W. Kirklev, an experienced statistician of the Adjutant General’s office, to begin the compilation of this record, with the aid of ten clerks. A minute and exhaustive exploration of all attainable official documents has now produced a table of statistics which far surpasses in completeness anything on the subject hitherto existing. To state the grand result at the outset* the table shows a total of 9,858 deaths of commissioned officers and 349,913 deaths of enlisted men. making an aggregate of 359,4% deaths among the Union forces. The period included in the r’eco: d is, for the regnlar troops, the interval between April 15. 1861, and August 1, 1865; for a portion of the volunteers it is prolonged beyond the latter date until the muster out of each organization. It will be remembered that the troubles in Mexico and other causes occasioned the retention ot some volunteers in the service after the downfall of the Confederacy. Indeed, as Mr. Kirkley notes the last white volunteer organization was disbanded November 18. 1867, and the last colored regiment December 20, 1867, while the last officer of the volunteer general staff was not mustered out until July 1, 1869. • Vet, careful as the examination of the records has been, one lack renders it still far from complete. The death registers of some ot the largest prisons at the South, used for the contincment of Un on soldiers, are missing. For the prisons at Americus, Atlanta, Augusta, Charleston, Lynchburg, Macon, Marietta, Mobile, Montgomery, Savannah. Shreveport, and Tyler, the regia tei s have not been secured at all, and the importance of these prisons is well known. Only partial records were had from the prisons at Cahawba, Columbia, Florence, 8. C., Millen, and Salisbury. There have been ways, it is true, of partly working up these deficiencies; but, on the other hand, as Quartermaster General Meigs, cited by Air. Kirkley, has shown, in many Southern prisons three or four corpses of Union prisoners were sometimes buried in the same trench, and [the number of graves only imperfectly indicates the number of dead. Even in this most imperfect record the number or Union soldiers known to have died in captivity was close upon '3o»ooo—in exact figures, 29,498. The late investigation, we may add, has increased by about one-sixth the records of deaths among Union prisoners. Taking Mr. Klrkley’s tables, we derive from them the following general results: Enlisted AggreOfficers. men. gate. Killed or died of wounds .6,365 103,673 110,038 Died of disease 2,795 221,791 224,586 Drowned 106 4,838 4,944 Other accidental deaths.. 142 3,972 4,114 Murdered 37 487 524 Killed after capture 14 86 100 Committed suicide 26 365 391 Executed 267 267 Executed by enemy 4 60 64 Died from sunstroke 5 308 313 Other known causes 62 1,972 2,034 Causes not stated 28 12,093 12,121 Totals 9,584 349,912 359,496 The official tables, as published from a manuscript copy in the Army and Navy Journal , further distribute all these classes ot deaths among the Union troops by States, it being explained that the phrase "other known causes” includes deaths resulting from quarrels not amounting to murder, from being shot by sentries or by the provost guard, and miscellaneous causes. Without going into minor details, if we select the three leading causes of death, and then include both these and all others in a column of aggregates, we shall reach this result in a classification by States: Killed Died of Died of 4.• 'J 4 . States. in octfon wounds, disease. 1 os.| m 7 oiT m7off. mT Alabama.... 8 16 1 28| 1 227 309 Prisoners f. 2 .... 22 39 345 Arkansas.... 9 225 5 63 12 1242 1633 Prisoners 3 .... 8 30 1713 California.... 4 69 2 33 8 336 673 573 Colorado 4 114 .... 35 3 117 322 Prisoners 1 823 Connecticut. 81 1024 66 751 57 2485 4724 Prisoners 2 36 1 525 633 6354 Dakota 2 4 6 6 Delaware.... 18 189 11 165 10 349 806 Prisoners 75 76 882 Dis. of Col.. 3 25 1 10 5 145 230 Prisoners.,. 2 .... 44 60 290 Florida 8.... 10 2 'lB7 213 Prisoners 2 215 Georgia 13 15 15 Illinois 339 5535 205 3666 307 20758 32886 Prisoners 7 142 3 1718 1948 34834 Indiana 244 4028 i 151 2733 204 16429 25363 Prisoners 6 82 ft 1143 1309 26672 lowa 119 1946 71 1254 100 8398 12295 Prisoners 11 139 7 508 706 13001 Kansas. 24 494 7 181 27 1611 2554 Prisoners 2 29 ... 36 86 2630 Kentucky... 95 1390 39 901 121 6263 9764 Prisoners 63 1 859 1020 10774 Louisiana... 4 125 6 80 3 621 929 Prisoners 15 16 945 Maine 115 1658 86 1291 69 5198 8732 Prisoners 4 30 .... 641 666 9398 Maryland.... 33 494 15 361 18 1142 2260 Prisoners 16 7 640 722 2982 Massach’ts.. 248 3457 117 2174 60 6470 12078 Prisoners 3- 116 6 1477 1864 13942 Michigan... 156 2642 65 1478 75 8194 13294 Prisoners 8 99 3 1265 1459 14763 Minnesota.. 21 373 11 209 26 1651 2392 Prisoners 12 .... 159 192 2584 Mississippi 3.... 66 78 78 Missouri.... 101 2089 66 1040 118 9125 13563 Prisoners 29 .... 225 834 1385 Nebraska.... 1 29 .... 5 2 157 237 Prisoners 2 289 Nevada 2 83 S 3 N.H’mps’e.. 84 970 43 741 37 2390 4482 Prisoners 32 .... 294 368 4850 New Jersey. 114 1550 33 828 27 2388 5232 Prisoners 6 48 1 418 522 6754 New Mexico. 3 64.... 16 5 138 277 277 New York... 772 11329 361 6314 829 19506 40988 Prisoners 20 299 16 4694 6546 46534 N. Carolina.. 4 25 .... 13 4 212 290 Prisoners 1 .... 49 70 360 Ohio 402 6433 228 4303 262 19X13 32764 Prisoners 11 211 12 2344 2711 35475 Oregon 1 9 .... 1 .... 21 45 45 Pennsylv’a... 608 8772 268 6315 181 11602 28420 Prisoners 8 352 7 4114 4763 33183 R. Island.... 18 278 10 148 16 632 1218 Prisoners 6 .... 84 103 1321 Tennessee... 25 441 16 240 44 4042 5495 Prisoners 22 .... 1150 1282 6777 Texas 8 .... 4 1 IDO 133 Prisoners 1 8 141 Vermont.... 64 997 83 676 81 2566 4589 Prisoners 1 38 4 485 635 5224 Virginia 4 .... 6 .... 16 29 Prisoners 13 18 42 W. Virginia. 61 717 18 412 20 1858 3340 Prisoners 2 37 .... 617 677 4017 Wisconsin... 115 2270 71 1270 101 7363 11590 Prisoners.: 5 71 4 600 711 12301 Wash. Ter 2 10 22 22 Ind. Nations. 4 82 1 20 18 757 1016 Prisoners 2 1018 Vet. R.corps .... 1 .... 26 26 1398 1682 1682 Vt. Vol (H.C) 1 3 79 106 106 VoIEg.&S.S. 9 158 5 91 3 244 527 Prisoners 25 25 552 Vol. Infantry .... 6 1 5 2 200 243 243 Gen.AS.OH. 50 32 142 236 Prisoners 2 1 3 239 Col’d troops. 100 1615 43 1102 137 29521 36556 Prisoners 34 1 97 2911 36847 Mis’laneous 13.... 3 .... 200 23d ..7>.. Prisoners 2 2 232 Reg. army.. 85 1262 56 838 104 2448 6192 Prisoners 3 39 3 537 606 6798 Total 4142162896 2124 38804 -2712! 197008 329998 Prisoners 99| 1973 ; 831 24783 ; 29498 Aggregate... 4142,62896 2225140777 2795 221791.359496 359496 This aggrrgate of nearly 3f0,000 deaths of Union soldiers must bo supplemented by alike record ot Confederate soldiers, in order to find the real.number ot victims to the war in both armies. Then the naval deaths must also be ascertained and added. Many a soldier and sailor met a fate more dreaded than death in being crippled for life or made the prey of lingering disease contracted in the service.

Boil Your Drinking Water.

The Washington Star publishes a letter from Spencer F. Baird, Secretary of the Smithsonian Institution, who recommends that all water for drinking purposes, unless known to be pure, be boiled a half hour. He related his experience with it during the Philadelphia Exposition, and says that he believes.this course would have averted the epidemic at Plymouth, Pa.