designed for publication, and he does not seem to
know that he was routed. On the same day,
instead of flying with his general and comrades,
he enters that he "went on a scout to
Shepherd's Town, and back by ten o'clock. Saw the
Misses—— ." Clearly he didn't know that he
had been routed, and that the camp had been
abandoned in confusion. Next day "was up by
daylight, and in the saddle. Started with the
regiment, but was detached and sent on a scout
to find Captain Carter. Saw the enemy
advancing, and reported it to Colonel Stuart. Ate
breakfast at Martinsburg; fell back before the
enemy until we passed Martinsburg. Enemy
took possession about eleven o'clock. Was
detailed as a rear-guard, and continued to watch
the movements of the enemy until evening."

Here was a slow and orderly enforced retreat
before superior force, but the diary is evidence
against the sudden panic of the enemy reported
at the time for northern readers. The diary
continues: "July 5. Still no fight. In a
bad condition. Supplies cut off. Was out all
day pressing horses. Got five. Rode about
fifty miles. Was close to the enemy's picket.
Had to sup on parched corn, with no prospect
of breakfast. July 6. Was in camp nearly
all day. Was detailed as a guard for the corn-
waggon. Had a pop at the enemy. Drove
them back. Was roused up at twelve o'clock
at night. July 7th. An order came to pack
up and retreat on to Bunker Hill. Had a hot
time of it. Provisions scarce. Went out in the
country and pressed a good breakfast. Got
dinner at Buckle Town, and then marched on
to Bunker Hill, where we encamped for a
few days. Was detailed for picket guard.
July 8. Was out all night on duty. Pressed
a breakfast from an old woman. Picked and
ate some dewberries. Sat about on the fence
nearly all day. Found a hen's nest and pressed
her eggs. Ate some cherries. July 9. Rode
back to camp. July 12. Was detailed on
picket at Smithfield. Made the acquaintance of
a prettie Miss——. Was run off post by the
Yankee Doodle's march into Winchester that
night. July 13. Joined my company about
five miles below Winchester, and was scared
by Yankee bombs, and run into Winchester.
July 14. Slept that night within two miles of
the Yankee camp. Left it at four in the morning."
On the 18th, after hovering, detached,
about the enemy, the active schoolboy volunteer
was at Berryville, when he "fared
sumptuously." Next day he arrived at Piedmont
with his brother Jimmie, who was " very sick."
On the 20th he rode to Manassas Junction, and
"encamped about four miles from the Yankees.
Was detailed for sentinel duty." The next day
is the date of the battle of Bull's Run, in which
the boy fought, and of which this is the account
entered by him in his diary: "July 21. Was
aroused very early by the sound of the bugle,
and received orders to saddle up, which was
quickly done. Then went to water and wash my
face and hands, and water my horse, and drank
out of a standing pool. Formed line by
companies. Was third on the row. In a
short time we received orders to mount, and proceed
to the scene of action. Arrived on the field
about half-past twelve o'clock, and made a
charge at two o'clock, and then continued to
flank until evening, when we made another
charge on their rear. Then our company was
detailed to take some prisoners, which we did
in fine style. Slept that night in a wheat-
field. July 22. Picked up a good many Yankee
tricks" (spoils left on the battle-field), "and
remained on guard all day in the rain."
Certainly this is one of the least inflated accounts
of a great victory man or boy ever wrote.

Next day, on the march to Fairfax Court-
house, he says only, "Passed thousands of
dollars' worth Yankee tricks along the road."
For the next three days there is one short entry
only: "Staid about the C. H., and picked up
tricks," &c. &c. Then follow entries of picket
work, varied by such notes as " Pressed chickens,
turkeys, and such things; during this time lived
very fine." Having charge of a mess, he reports
simply that he "stole," at different times, kitchen
furniture, "Yankee chickens," &c.; a skillet,
"did very well, but was not large enough."
He had sometimes "a heap of fun running the
Yankees;" and a fortnight before the journal
ends, the fatal danger to him is cheerfully
foreshadowed with this entry: Oct. 5. "Went out
on the Lewinsville picket, and had a lively time.
Was in sight of five thousand Yankees all day.
Gathered some chesnuts and ate them." Again
he notes, "riding as a scout within sight of the
Yankees." On the eleventh of October, again
with the Lewinsville picket, he says, "Crowds of
Yankees in sight. Saw them advancing on one
of the posts, and gave the alarm. Sent for some
infantry, and followed the villains back to their
encampment, and killed four, and wounded
several others." Out on a scout two days afterwards,
he lay in sight of the enemy for an hour
or two. A day or two more contain entries of
such picket service on the skirts of a strong
enemy. The last is on the seventeenth of
October, but as while he was keeping it with
regularity the diary abruptly closed, we may
suppose that on the day following he was
himself one of the shot. And it was little more
than nine months since he had gone to school
at Lexington, a quiet, active, mother-loving,
country boy, with cake and apples in his box.

A ROMAN TOMB.

ONE starlit night upon the Appian way
I stood among the tombs of ancient Rome,
The nameless monuments of men who lay
Gathered to their last home.

Mighty in life, they haply here had raised
Stones that should tell, when they were underground,                                                                                                                   Of the great names that flatterers had praised,
And Poets' lays had crowned.

Ambition, Pride, all sensual delights
That bind the soul in leaden chains to earth,
Once filled the measure of their days and nights—
What lives to show their worth?