We now resolved to get away from this | dandy and dragging him down with as furious abominable pillory, which exposed us to so a strength as if he were throttling one of Rumany mishaps. Apologizing as well as we could to the Hinnoms, some of us shouldered Mrs. Peppergrass, and we all set off down the

avenue.

pert's brawny cavaliers. They trotted him off by the collar to the whipping-post; and Miss Schottische turned away her face as she saw that they were stripping him. Presently we heard his feeble roars for mercy, and beheld him writhing under the heavy whip of that indefatigable monster in scarlet indispensables. In fifteen minutes more he was sitting in state on the right hand of the Hinnoms, his face shining with the filthy splendor of rotten eggs.

"Oh dear! oh dear! What an outrage upon a gentleman!" sobbed Mrs. Milyun.

"Served him right!" growled her husband. "He's got his deserts at last for his shabby conduct to some of our New York girls."

"What a place for eggs!" observed Punch, piteously. "Why don't they save 'em for eggnog ?"

"I say, let's try on the religious tack," observed Major Slick, pointing to the antique visaged meeting-house. "That's the soft spot of these old fellers. I go for squattin' right at the door of the tabernacle and talkin' religion full chissel. Nothin' like it for butterin' the right side of your bread with church-members." The plan seemed such a cunning one, that, in spite of its contemptible hypocrisy, we all fell into it, and seated ourselves with solemn faces on the broad steps of the Puritanic sanctuary. "There," snuffled the Major, turning up his eyes. "I reckon I look kinder hopefully pious. See if the rest on ye can't come it somehow." Doctor Armageddon and Miss Schottische cer- We remained for perhaps half an hour longer tainly did "come it." In the whole course of in a silence of wretched expectation. Then the my life I never saw two more miserably sanc-shriveled sexton made his appearance, saluted timonious visages. None of the inhabitants us by a grave bow without speaking, and flung noticed us, however; and it was evidently necessary to do something more than keep up a devotional countenance. At the suggestion of the Major we ventured a hymn, but broke down in "Greenland's Icy Mountains," in consequence of Punch and De Cockayne trying to sing it to the tune of "Pop goes the Weasel." De Cockayne, in fact, had drunk a great deal, and began to get noisy as the wine gradually mounted into his slow but capacious brain. After a while I missed him. Then I heard a feminine squall floating out of a neighboring garden, followed by the well known cackling laughter of our Fifth Avenue Don Juan. Looking round, I saw De Cockayne taking some very unpardonable liberties with the lips and cheeks of a saintly-faced damsel of the island.

At the girl's repeated calls for help, three sturdy fellows in great boots bounced out of a house and thundered down the garden upon the offender. De Cockayne leaped the fence like a deer, got into the grave-yard with the Puritans close at his heels, dodged from headstone to headstone, led them three turns around the tabernacle, and, finally, put out at an astonishing pace into the square. Here we had the chase in full view, and watched all its turnings and windings with the most tremulous interest. From every house issued stern men in doublets, breeches, and ponderous shoe-leather, following hard on the haunches of the fugitive, heading him off at every double, and making terrific snatches at his person and raiment. First his dandy cane went, then his hat, then one skirt of his Shanghae frock, then the other, then various rags and tatters, until Broadway would not have recognized the wonder of her tailorhood.

"Go it, Augustus!" shouted Punch, with heart-felt sympathy. "Red Breeches is gaining on ye!"

Alas! in another instant the red-legged constable was victorious, leaping upon the delicate

open the meeting-house doors. Before the antique functionary could fairly get hold of the bell-rope, Major Slick made a rush on tip-toe for one of the front pews, closely followed by that terrified old fox, Armageddon, who absolutely seemed to sneak in with his tail between his legs. One after another we imitated their example, thinking, for once at least, that piety was the best policy. Never were long faces bent lower, and never did people stare more vehemently into Hymn Books and Bibles. At the clamor of the terrible bell a stern crowd poured into the edifice, filling its square pews and long wall-slips with an imposing array of grave, restrained, unearthly faces. I will not attempt to give a sketch of those awful services; those solemn yet passionate prayers; those hymns rising in grand supernatural harmony; that discourse bright with holy love, yet keen with fierce denunciation of sin. In the deepest humility, in the extremest self-condemnation, I bent before those venerable beings, the saints of history, the heroes of temporal and spiritual conflict, the statesmen who on earth sought to administer the laws of Heaven.

I was partially startled out of these sublime impressions by the odor of a cigar floating in through the open window. Glancing out without turning my head, I perceived that that incautious Jumper had slipped out of church to draw the breath of a regalia, under cover of some currant bushes. Red Breeches was stealing upon him; in an instant he had him by the throat, choking the cigar out of his mouth; there was a short scuffle, and then I saw them disappear in the direction of the pillory.

The sermon had lasted a couple of hours or so, and seemed to be reaching its most interesting point, when I was again alarmed by observing that Punch and Doctor Armageddon had fallen asleep. The Doctor's capacious head had sunk upon his breast, and he was mutter

ing in his nap, as if pronouncing that closing | oversight both of these ladies had omitted to benediction which we had all so long desired. change their evening dresses before starting, so Punch sat directly in front of me, his shaved that they now exposed no small portion of their cranium fallen back, and his small mustaches shoulders, and so forth, to the view of the conjust visible above the rim of its polished cir- gregation. The result was dreadful. The eyes cumference. If he had had any hair, I could of the Puritans flashed with anger and conhave pulled it, and so saved him from the cas- tempt; and I saw instantly that they had contigation which was approaching. A man came ceived the worst idea of these most respectable forward from the door, bearing in his hand a ladies. The tithing man advanced to seize Mrs. stout, short stick, with a knob at one end, and a Milyun, while a particularly grim brother in the fox-tail fastened to the other. From my knowl- church laid hands on Miss Schottische. Mr. edge of Puritan antiquities, I knew that he was Milyun would not let go of his wife, and I felt the tithing-man; and I leaned back in breath- bound to defend the authoress of the "Narrow, less expectation of witnessing summary and Narrow House." The result was, that we were fearful justice. One knock dispersed the dense all four bundled out, and led off to prison toslumbers of the Doctor; and then the club de- gether. A mighty door of oak and iron closed scended with thrilling effect on the unfortunate upon us, and we were left to our woeful anticisconce of Mr. Punner. Gliding on, the official pations. swept the fox-tail over the face of Mrs. Milyun, who was also gently snoring. The hairy extremity descended into her open mouth; and with a gasp and a gurgle, Mrs. Milyun awoke to burst into tears. The little Peppergrasses were then knocked on the head successively, to bring them to a sense of their situation; and as the two youngest ones broke into an angry squall, they were taken out of doors, and polished off with sprouts of currant bushes.

Major Slick was the next victim of the terrible tithing man, who caught him slyly squirting tobacco-juice into his own hat, in the vain hope of escaping detection. Out went the Major, notwithstanding his woefully solemn phiz; and I saw him presently, through the window, in the grasp of that remorseless Red Breeches; his lamentable voice, as I thought, reaching me, a few minutes later, from the locality of the whipping-post.

MAJOR SLICK DETECTED.

After three hours and a half, as near as might be, the sermon ended, and the final hymn was given out. The heat in the building was by this time so oppressive that Mrs. Milyun and Miss Schottische took the liberty of loosening their scarfs from their necks. By some unlucky

"This is a pretty place to bring your wife to!" shrieked Mrs. Milyun at her husband.

"I didn't bring you here," he replied, impertinently; "it was that fellow with the foxtail."

"Well, what did you come to this hateful island for?" insisted the outraged woman. "You ought to have known it wasn't a fit place for a lady."

"All your own doings, my dear; especially this last scrape," returned old Milyun, coolly; "I have often requested you not to wear lowneck dresses."

Mrs. Milyun finished the conversation by a scream, and Mr. Milyun by a growl. Then we became silent, for there was a sound of feet in the passage, and of a key in the lock. The door opened, and Doctor Armageddon was thrust in by the nape of the neck; having, it seems, been imprudent enough to commence a doctrinal disquisition, in which he immediately convicted himself of some rascally modern heterodoxy. Sir Harry Vane followed him, then two other grand fellows, then the jailer, and then our enemy in the red breeches. I looked at the stern tranquillity of the Governor's visage, so like a remorseless destiny, and cried out, in the famous words of Cromwell, "Oh, Sir Harry Vane! The Lord deliver me from Sir Harry Vane!"

"Friend," he replied, "the Lord deliver thee from thyself and the vile company thou keepest."

I endeavored to plead the cause of the ladies, and affirm their unblemished character. But it was useless. They were tried and found guilty of shameful indecorum, with a facile rapidity that Judge Jeffries would have had difficulty in imagining. Doctor Armageddon was convicted, to his speechless mortification, of foul heresy; and Mr. Milyun and I were adjudged culpable of indecent disturbances during divine service. Out we went to the pillory, and there we found the rest of our company, alongside of whom we were immediately made fast, with our feet nearly as high as our heads, somewhat after a modern fashion of American after-dinner repose. In the crowd before us, I observed the

little Peppergrasses sniveling again, and rub- "Wretches!" sniffled Mrs. Milyun, through bing the seats of their tight trowsers; from her brief nose. "Mr. Punner, I hope you which I inferred that they had just received won't catch cold. Do wrap my scarf around some further miserable castigation. your head."

"Well, it's my opinion they served us all about half right," said that honest, magnanimous old Milyun.

"My dear," sighed Professor Glace, "that was a narrow escape we had of being hanged as witches to-day. Our lost darling had liked to have ruined us."

"Oh dear! yes; what a pity you ever lost him!" groaned Doctor Armageddon.

"I wish I could git a hold of one of them little blue-skins," snarled Major Slick, ferociously, as we came out upon the sea-shore. "I'd rotten egg him!"

While the Puritan younkers were egging us with their usual accuracy of aim, the sun descended through magnificent cloudy glories to the horizon. Glancing down the avenue at this spectacle, I was surprised to see our friend Howard and the venerable elder once more, emerging, to all appearance, from the very centre of the excellent brightness. As they came slowly up the street toward us the extreme verge of the grand orb vanished from earth, and I heard the Governor ordain our release. But before the first of our ignominious ankles was withdrawn from its confinement, and while the stainless stockings and Parisian bootees of our ladies were still sticking through the bars, Henry Howard halted before us with an expression in his mild, gentlemanly face so singular that I shall never forget it. Though purified, "My dear friends," said Henry Howard at sublimed, almost unearthly, it still recognized us last, "I can not help being surprised at you. and our condition; not with any pitiful shock, How is it possible that you have all fallen unhowever, nor with any indignation at our re-der the condemnation of these pure and rightmorseless oppressors, but with a tranquil coinci-judging beings! I have beheld this day things dence in our sentence, and a complete acknowledgment of our guilt.

When we were freed, Sir Harry Vane addressed us with one brief sentence: "Go, and let this day be a warning unto ye for all the days of your life, lest a worse thing come upon

ye."

"I kinder reckon it will be, and no mistake," muttered Major Slick, as we hurried away toward our landing-place. "Catch me on this cussed island agin!"

But the Major saw those detestable scarlet inexpressibles dogging us at a little distance, and thought it prudent to skip into a boat among the foremost.

that make time seem but an eddy of eternity, with no shadow of separation between. I have been admitted to-day into the mysteries of sainted souls; of men who once showed how it was possible to be in this world and yet not of it; men of whom the world was not worthy. Our language has no other term which could so justly name them as the word Puritans."

"Puritans be darned!" thundered the Major. "I'm glad the confounded hard-headed old critters have died out. This generation an'

"Well, Peppergrass, this is worse than living that couldn't git along together nohow. I don't in the country," observed Punch.

"Fact, really-confounded sight worse," responded De Cockayne, who has a horrid idea of the country.

Old Hinnom and his sons limped along without a word, being completely worn-out by their long fasting and other hardships.

"Oh, Mrs. Milyun! we have but just escaped with our lives," sobbed Miss Schottische, now quite overcome, and unable to recollect any of her soothing passages on death in the "Narrow, Narrow House."

WHITE

Ar my feet the ocean surges,
With its never-ceasing roar;
Singing war-songs, chanting dirges,
Evermore-ah, evermore!
All the sea is wild commotion-

All its breakers white as shrouds:
While afar across the ocean
Spreads the shadow of the clouds.
But I know the sun is beaming,
Far beyond that shadow dark-
I can see his radiance gleaming

In some distant white-wing'd bark.

like to take my religion so stiff as they mixed it." "I consider Puritanism a regular shave," observed the hairless Punch.

"Fact is," continued the Major, philosophically, "men of one century hain't no kind of business in another century. I see some good in death that I never saw before."

Agreeing unanimously in this conclusion, we returned with great satisfaction to the comfortable temporalities of Nahant, thanking Heaven that we were well rid of the forefathers of whom we were not worthy!

WINGS.

Thus the ocean of to-morrow

Breaks upon life's rocky shore
With its turmoil-with its sorrow-
Evermore-ah, evermore!
But beyond in farthest distance,

Far beyond all earthly things,
We can see the new existence
In the gleam of angel wings.
Angel wings of the departed,

Bright with rays of fairer skies,
Are reveal'd to the true-hearted,
Through the spirit's purer eyes.

[F Sherman had been cut off in Georgia or the most favorable wind,' then Columbus would

he waged his Gallic wars, and almost as pictur- | look, with Major Nichols, at the commanding esque as the immortal pages in which Xenophon general: "What prophetic intuitions filled the describes the march of the famous Ten Thousand. We propose to present-mainly in the words of Major Nichols some scenes and incidents in the march of Sherman. Passing over the marches and battles which won Atlanta, in September, 1864, and the subsequent operations which sent Hood on his wild expedition toward Nashville, whence he was hurled back so disastrously by Thomas; passing over the heroic defense of Allatoona Pass, where Corse, with only fifteen hundred men, fought from early dawn until noon a force of no less than six thousand of the enemy, and drove them from the field, leaving their dead and wounded behind; we

mind of General Sherman as he paced the piazza of that house in Atlanta, utterly abstracted in thought, his head cast a little to one side, one hand buried in his side pocket, the other fitfully snapping the ashes from his cigar, are known only to himself; but certain it is that one bright morning we were awakened with orders to move. Hood had already crossed the Chattahoochee, and was forty-eight hours in advance. His objective point was then a mooted question, nor has the military problem yet been fully answered: perhaps he did not know it himself. There can be little doubt, however, that the leading purpose of Hood's march was to draw Sherman

ALLATOONA PASS.