depot. I went down immediately. They were not there, but the sick and wounded were, whom I had seen taken off the cars last night. I asked if there were none to care for them. I was informed that there was no one, and that they had not even had a drink of water. The sun was shining directly upon some of them. An immense train of cars was on the road. I went further down, with the hope of finding Mrs. O., and at almost every step I saw sick and wounded men lying all over the ground. I came up to a group of officers who were having their breakfast cooked. I asked them if they could tell me what this meant. They replied that they had left Corinth in such a hurry that it could not be avoided. I told them that I thought it could, and that the doctors were to blame. To this they made no reply. Perhaps they were doctors, and I do not care if they were.

I at last came up with Mrs. O. and her party. They were almost starving; they had been three days on the cars. Mrs. Woodall sent them some coffee. They were on the way to some place in Alabama. I was introduced to Dr. Childs from Mobile, and several others, but do not recollect their names.

Dr. Hughes has brought his wounded friends up here. Both are very young men, named Curly and Oliver. Mr. C. is badly wounded in the foot, and Mr. O. has lost one of his. Both were wounded by the same shell, while sitting talking to each other, the day before Corinth was evacuated. They are members of Lucas's Battery, Price's army.

Mrs. T. was busy last night until 12 o'clock, cooking for the starving soldiers who come begging her for food. This morning she sent her two little boys around the country, requesting the citizens to send in food to the car-loads of men who were at the depot. She then made soup and other things, which she carried to them herself.

I went to church this morning. Service was held in a warehouse belonging to Judge T., as every church in the place has been taken for hospitals. I heard a very good sermon from a Baptist preacher.

June 2.-News has been received from Virginia that we have gained a great victory, which I hope is true. Mrs. T. has two sons, who she expects were in the battle. Of course she is anxious about them,

but does not act as many would—sit down and forebode the worst-but goes cheerfully to work, attending to the wants of those around her, with a firm trust that if her sons are wounded some good woman will be there to care for them.

Visited a hospital, of which the ladies of the place have special charge. They cook and prepare all the delicacies, and provide every thing at their own expense. It did me good to see the quantities of milk and good butter.

Miss Marks is here, and is improving. She is at a house called a hotel; the sole one the place affords. It is a perfect shanty.

June 3.-I have been visiting some wounded men who are in the houses of citizens. Dr. Slaughter was wounded at the battle of Shiloh; has not yet recovered from his wounds. His father is attending him.

I sat up all night with a very sick child belonging to a lady by the name of Murdoch. The poor little thing suffers a great deal; the mute appeals for aid, which you have no power to extend, are truly touching; and I think I felt as bad, if not worse, at the sight of this child's sufferings, as I ever did at the sight of any of the sick or wounded whom I saw at Corinth. I suppose, ere this, the poor child has breathed its last. Truly, death is no respecter of persons. The sacred hearth and the field of strife-all places are alike to him.

"Thou art where friend meets friend

Beneath the shadow of the elm to rest; Thou art where foe meets foe, and trumpets rend The skies, and swords beat down the princely

crest.

June 4.-This place is filled with strangers; the rear of the army being herequartermasters, commissaries, etc. Mrs. T.'s house is like a hotel; the men walk into it without asking any questions, sit down at the table, take what they want, and some times they pay. Mrs. T. has not the heart to prevent it, as the men seem to be so hungry.

Dr. H. introduced me to Colonel Hunt, of the Ninth Kentucky Regiment. He is a very handsome man, and is an uncle of John Morgan's.

June 6.-The enemy are still in Corinth, and are fortifying it. They do not seem inclined to follow us.

I have just received a letter from my brother, who is in camp near Baldwin.

June 7.-Colonel Williams, quartermaster for Price's army, and two young

men, his assistants, are boarding here. They have a small room for their stores, for which they are very thankful, as the place is so crowded.

One of the young men who is with the colonel is an Episcopalian. To-day he informed me that Mr. Clute intended having service in the open air, as his church, along with the others, has been taken for a hospital.

Whitsunday, June 8.-This morning I went to church with my Missouri friend, Colonel W.'s assistant, and quite an amusing incident happened. I had seen and spoken to him a number of times, but did not know his name. We see so many persons here that it is impossible to remember their names. I recollected, while walking with this gentleman, that I was ignorant of his name, and asked him what it was. He laughed so heartily that he could scarcely tell me. Surely these are strange times. We never think of requiring an introduction to a soldier, as we have perfect confidence in them. To be in our army is a passport. The men are all gentlemen—at least I have found them so thus far. The one I was then walking with was not an exception. His name is Curtis. He was a captain in Price's Missouri State Guard, and was with it at the time it was captured. He is now with Colonel W., on General Price's staff.

We called on Mr. Clute, who was glad to see me. He kindly inquired after Mrs. Ogden, and all the other ladies. I was introduced to Mrs. Clute, and she and I raised the tunes. The services were held under a large oak-tree, and the scene was quite romantic. Mr. C. preached an excellent sermon on the subject for the day.

June 10.—Mrs. T., Miss G., and myself visited some wounded and sick men, who are in tents. They were lying on the ground-some of them without even a mattress. They were all cheerful and contented, with the exception of one-a colonel-who grumbled a great deal at every body. This is something so unusual --a complaint from any of the men-that we asked Mr. Crutchfield, his nurse, about He informed us that he was an old bachelor, who has been very sick, and having none of the soothing influences of home on which to think, his illness rendered him cross. The men in the tents were all from Missouri and Arkansas. Good Mrs. T. wanted to have some of

his case.

these poor fellows taken to her house, but it was already full.

The two young men from Missouri are still with her, and many others. As soon as her patients are well enough to be moved, some kind friends from the country take them to their homes. The change is very beneficial to them. But it is only those who are out of the surgeon's hands who can go.

We are all very busily employed making clothes for the soldiers, which is the only kind of work we do now.

Major Proctor of Kentucky is here. A few days ago, in the course of conversation, I told him I had often heard his state spoken of in glowing terms by a particular friend-a Scotchman. On telling Major P. about my friend, he said, "I know who you mean-George Donaldson;" and sure enough, he was the same. Major P. is the owner of the Diamond Cave in that state, and Mr. D. had remained at his house for months at a time, while exploring the geological wonders of Kentucky. Major P. is with General Hardee. He has two step-sons, named Bell, with John Morgan.

There was quite a common incident occurred last evening, but I can not avoid making a note of it. As the cook put her pail, in which was the night's milk, down on the ground, and turned around to shut the gate, a soldier snatched it up and carried it off. So we were minus milk for supper. Mrs. T. said she expected he needed the milk more than we did, and if he would only bring back her bucket, she would not mind; so this morning the bucket was brought back. This is not called stealing, but pressing.

Mrs. T. is very lenient with the soldiers. She says perhaps her boys in Virginia are helping themselves in the same way, and, if in need, are perfectly right. The great trouble here seems to be the scarcity of water. Every one has a cistern, but as there has been no rain for some time many of them are dry. The soldiers seem to think it very hard that they can not get enough water. This is the poorest country for water I have ever been in. There seem to be no natural springs like those that abound in Alabama.

I have been informed by some of the soldiers that, on their march from Corinth, they had paid for water to drink. I trust that this is not true, although I have no reason to doubt those who told ine.

I can understand how a man could refuse to give water to a large party of men, as he had but little, and they so many; but how he could sell it to them is one of the mysteries. But I must not forget that, even in this generous, warmhearted country, there are men sunk so low with their love of lucre, that for it they would sell honor, country, and *their very souls. It is such sordid sons

of Mammon that Burns denunciates:

"Their worthless neivefu* of a soul
May in some future carcass howl,

The forest fright."

Before the army left Corinth orders were read to every regiment, informing the men that they must on no account fire off their guns while on the march, and telling them of the penalty incurred by the disobedience of these orders. Many of our men disregarded them, and I am told that quite a number were thus accidentally wounded. The man who was shot for killing a pig, also killed a negro, besides openly disobeying orders.

For my own part, I can not think it is right to take the life of a fellow-mortal unless it is for a flagrant crime, and I do

I have been told much about the suffering of our men in Corinth for the want of water. Many a time they drank what their horses turned from in disgust. They made holes in the mud, and drank the water formed in them. The Federal army did not suffer as much, as they had the Tennessee River to draw from. They will suffer now, as they are moving their army further from the river. I hope and trust that they may get so far in that they will not be able to get back.

Many think that this last move of ours is a wise one, as the enemy will be drawn so far from his base of supplies that he will be compelled to either fight or retreat. The army is anxious he should do the former.

Every one is discussing the merits of our respective commanders, Bragg and Beauregard. The latter has been one of my idols, and I must confess that I do not like the idea of having it so soon cast down. The tide is running in favor of Bragg. It is now said, if he had had his way at Shiloh, we would have gained a complete victory.

The soldiers tell us that General Bragg is a strict disciplinarian, and, were we to credit one half of the stories told about him, we would think him a perfect monster of cruelty. It is said he makes a perfect pastime of shooting the men, and that not long ago he had one shot for killing a pig. I made particular inquiries regarding this matter of a friend whom I knew to be acquainted with the facts. He informed me that on the retreat from Corinth there had been some men shot, but they were regularly tried by a court-martial.

*Handful.

could be adopted. These are things I try not to think about.

I am glad I have got what I suppose is the right story about General Bragg.

June 12.-I took a horseback ride, in company with Miss C. and Captain I had a chance of seeing a little of this prairie country. This is said to be one of the richest portions of Mississippi. I am very fond of a mountainous country and dense forests; so the scenery had little charms for me, although I could not but look with pleasure on the fine wheat and corn fields, which are here in abundance. The enemy say they will starve us into submission. I do not think we run much risk of starving, with such fields as these.

We had a pleasant ride. The captain is a fine-looking man, and, as a matter of course, is fully aware of the fact, as all good-looking men are. He had told Judge T. that he was a married man. As his manner does not indicate that he is, we think that he is only saying this for a joke; so we concluded to take him at his word, and treat him as such. The tables are completely turned, and nothing he can tell us to the contrary will make us change our minds. It worries him not a little to think that he should be so ignominiously laid on the shelf.

Mr. John Fowler from Mobile is here, taking care of his brother, who is quite sick. The latter is a captain in the Twentyfourth Alabama Regiment. He is at a private house. I called on him, and he told me that the march from Corinth was terrible enough to kill any one. I intend going home in company with these gentlemen. Mr. Miller has been here, and in- ' formed me that Mrs. Ogden and nearly all the other ladies from Mobile have gone home.