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All was done in perfect decoruon was the pulpit; around it the druns draped the national colors over the huimental and state standards at the corners; and I noted there sos, one borne by a Massachusetts battalion, white, with a green tree on it; another, a yellow naval flag with a coiled rattlesnake; another, carried by a con: 1776 XI VIRGINIA REG'T, and I knew that I was looking upon the faan's Rifles

Without confusion, with only a low-spoken command here and there, battalion after battalionthree sides of a hollow square, the pulpit, with its flags and tiers of dru the fourth side Thein front of theade chaplain quietly crossed the square to his rude pulpit, mounted it, and, as he bowed his head in prayer, every cocked hat came off, every head was lowered

Country-folk, yokels, farathered from all directions; invalids from the camp hospitals were there, too, faces clay-color, heads and lieant of the New York line, ore a crimson heart sewed on his breast, was led to his place between two co both eyes shot out; and the chaplain looked at hiing in a deep, full voice: "Through darkest night I know that Thou canst see Night blinds ht, Yet , Whose shadow blindsThy sweetness and Thyvoices of the soldiers died away Standing there between our horses, Elsin's young voice still echoing in my ears, I looked up at the placid face of the preacher, saw his quiet glance sweep the congregation, saw sohten as he laid open his Bible, and, extending his right ar the distant city with his awful text: "The horse spear!

"Woe to the bloody city! The chariots shall rage in the streets, they shall jostle one against another in the broad ways! They shall sees They shall make haste to the wall; the defense shall be prepared

"For that day is a day of wrath, a day of trouble and distress, a day of darkness and gloom, a day of clouds and thick darkness