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"DESERTER" PARDONED BY GENERAL LEE.

This pathetic story is from Youth's Companion:

In the winter of 1862-3 Colonel A. C. Battle, of the Confederate army, presided over a court martial of the Army of Northern Virginia. Case after case was disposed of, and then the case of Edward Cooper was called a young artilleryman charged with desertion. The prisoner pleaded not guilty, and the judge-advocate was beginning for the prosecution, when the court interposed to ask the accused who his counsel was. "I have no counsel," was the reply. The specifications against him were all sustained by the evidence, and he was told to introduce his witnesses. "I have no witnesses," he answered. The president of the court, astonished at the prisoner's calmness, said:

"Have you no defense? Is it possible that you abandoned your comrades, and deserted your colors without any reason?"

"There was a reason," said the young man, "but it will not avail me before a military court."

"You may be mistaken."

The prisoner trembled, and for the first time. tears filled his eyes. He stepped up to Colonel Battle and handed him a letter. "There, Colonel, is what did it.”

The president read the letter, and in a moment his eyes, too, were moist. The paper was passed from hand to hand, and soon the whole court was in tears. This was the letter, as Colonel Battle read it in the prisoner's defense:

"MY DEAR EDWARD.-I have always been proud of you, and since your connection with the Confederate Army I have been prouder of you than ever. I would not have you do anything wrong for the world; but before God, Edward, unless you come home, we must die! Last night I was roused by little Eddie crying. I called and said, 'What's the matter, Eddie?' and be said, 'O mamma, I am so hungry!' And Lucy, your darling Lucy, she never complains, but she is growing thinner every day, and I repeat, unless you come home, we must all die.

YOUR MARY."

"What did you do when you received this letter?" asked Colonel Battle.

"I applied for a furlough," was the prisoner's answer. "The application was rejected. Again and again I made application, and it was rejected. Then, one night, as I wandered back and forth in the camp, with Lucy's eyes on me and her mother's words burning into my brain, I was no longer the Confederate soldier; I was the father of Lucy, and the husband of Mary. And I would have passed those lines if every gun in the battery had fired upon me.

"I went home. Mary ran out to meet me. Her arms were round me as she whispered:

power, but in obedience to Mary's command, to abide the sentence of your court."

they did their duty as they understood it, and each in turn pronounced the same sentenced: "Guilty." Fortunately the proceedings of the court were rethe record thus: viewed by the commanding general. He endorsed

Moved as the officers of the court martial were,

"HEADQUARTERS ARMY NORTHERN VIRGINIA -The

finding of the court is approved. The prisoner is pardoned, and will report to his company. R. E. LEE, General."

DAUGHTERS OF THE CONFEDERACY.

Eighty members of the Daughters of the Confederacy in Charleston makes a good beginning.

This association is similar to the Survivors' Associations and its objects are the same. Chapters are being formed all over the Southern States. There is no initiation fee, but each member pays one dollar annually. The qualifications of the Charleston Association are as follows:

"All women shall be eligible to membership in this Association who may be either widow, wife, mother, daughter, sister or lineial descendant of such men as served in the Confederate army, navy, civil service, or of those persons who, residing in the South during the war, gave aid to the Cause."

KEEP WAR RELICS IN THE SOUTH.

A Daughter of the Confederacy writes from Savannah I have noticed recently that almost every paper and magazine circulated in the South has an advertisement calling for Confederate war relics.

What are our people thinking of? Are they selling these relics that should be held as sacred treasures in every Southern household to enterprising relic hunters, who in turn place them in museums North, and charge the seller a big price to visit and see what they considered worthless?

Will you not kindly use the columns of the VETERAN in kindling the beacon of warning in every Southern town it visits, urging our people who have these priceless relics in their possession, that if they are determined to part with them, to confide them to the care of the Daughters of the Confederacy of their respective States, who are endeavoring to collect the same and establish museums of Confederate war records in every State?

This new organization is rapidly spreading all over the South, and it is the desire and determination of these noble women to collect and preserve these sacred relics among our people.

The Daughters of the Confederacy are already organized in Tennessee, Georgia, Texas, South Carolina, and Missouri. North Carolina and Florida will soon answer to the roll call.

When the general call is given November next, it is

"O Edward, I am so happy! I am so glad you sincerely desired that the "solid South" will respond.

got your furlough!'

"She must have felt me shudder. She turned pale as death, and catching her breath at every word, "O Edward, Edward, go back! go back! Let me and the children go down to the grave, but save the honor of your name!'

"And here I am, not brought here by military

Gen. S. G. French, Winter Park, Fla.: "I see that Gen. W. B. Bate has put on record his experience at Chickamauga. If other officers were to follow his example it would give the world a better idea of the desperate struggle that was waged for our civil rights."

HOW JACK JONES BECAME ENSIGN.

D. T. Beall, Booneville, Miss.: The twenty-sixth Mississippi Regiment was organized at Iuka, Miss., in 1861, and enlisted as volunteers for the war. We made the first fight at Fort Donelson, February, 1862, where we were captured and imprisoned at Alton, Johnson's Island and Boston Harbor. We were thus

held for six months, but were delivered at Vicksburg, Miss., in September upon exchange. We again took to the war-path by falling in with Generals Price and Van Dorn at Holly Springs, Miss., just after their defeat at Corinth in October, 1862. We were pursued South by the enemy to Coffeeville, Miss., but at this point we turned and beat the yankees back, which quieted them till in May, '63, when we began the Baker's Creek tussle. Before this we were engaged in a series of light battles along Big Black Valley and around Jackson. All the army save our division (Loring's) was penned in at Vicksburg, when we slipped out by stealing through lines or heads of columns as they slept, feeling secure of their game. We soon turned up at Jackson, where we were placed under Gen. Jos. E. Johnston, but as we were too weak for the next job, "Old Joe" played hide and seek one night and dodged the yankees so slick by a retreat to Meridian, that I have always supposed they put us down as phantoms, for ten hours after we left they were digging away to fortify for a big fight next day. At any rate, we saw no more yanks till we were ordered to Virginia, where we met them at the Wilderness in May, 1864, as thick as the stars, and we gave them what Paddy gave the drum.

Here I will introduce Jack Jones, the noble and brave Color Sergeant, who had hugged to his manly heart the colors from Fort Donelson to the Wilderness, when the reward was only thirteen dollars per month-and bullets. Now an order was given through the army to promote the color bearer to the rank of ensign, the appointment to be made by the colonel commanding the regiment and approved by the Brigadier General. As soon as this general order was read out, each company commander rushed to the Colonel suggesting the very man to fill this important position-all except myself. At last I At last I concluded to call on the Colonel and remind him, that as Jack's captain I would simply lay his claim fully before the Colonel, and did so with all the military courtesy I could command. The Colonel turned upon me short and ill, saying that he wished to have no further suggestions on the subject. This at once set me cross, as I supposed he had anothes more favored in view, and that the brave Jack war after all to be left out. So I turned loose my battery right and left, adding that the man who would thus rob Jack was a "white livered coward," and I hoped he would get killed at the first battle. The Colonel ordered me off, threatening to arrest me if I persisted in saying more. Thus the subject was dropped and we parted, both as hot as blood generally got in those days. We were always before the best of friends. The result was that no one was appointed, and Jack was still the color bearer. Some weeks later the great battle of the Wilderness came on. We made a reckless charge along the Jerusalem

plank road. We engaged in this without orders, and wildly rushed into a perfect death trap of a heavy masked line of infantry and artillery. The Colonel saw the situation, and under the most terrific fire I ever witnessed, ordered a retreat, but the din of musketry was so great that but few heard the order. I called Jack to wave the colors back so the order could be known. The position of my company was directly across the Jerusalem plank road, the only outlet for the enemy's artillery to play upon us. Jack stood as calm as a statue in the middle of the

road, where the shrapnel shot was seemingly tearing up every inch of the ground, waving his colors till the line fell back. Our Colonel at once noticed it, and gave Jack full praise and credit for the act. When we got near enough for the usual congratulations, and as we clasped hands, the Colonel remarked that, "God Almighty never made a cooler and braver man than Jack Jones, and he shall be the Ensign of the regiment." We were both too full and choky to say more, and quietly fell back to mourn the loss of so many noble souls that had just fallen in that reckless charge.

Jack was in every battle that regiment engaged in for four years. He was never seriously wounded, and at the close of the war returned to his home in

Mississippi, and had the pleasure of clasping to his

noble heart his old widowed mother.

THE PREACHER STOLE THE SKILLET.

Thomas H., an old soldier, told me this good story: He was on the staff of Gen. H. during war, and in the spring of 1865 he was sent on some duty to North Carolina. He left his horse at a point in South Carolina, and took a train for the old North State, with the command of Gen. Manigault. The train stopped at a little station for water, and a flat car opposite the platform of the depot.

was

The depot platform was occupied by a motley collection of negroes, household goods, cooking untensils, bedding, etc., belonging to the negroes, who were being taken out of danger of the Federal troops. Friend H. said he saw a beautiful skillet near by, and he longed to get it, but the negro owner was at hand. An Episcopal clergyman who had charge of the church in the village came on the platform and asked what troops were on the train, when some one said, "The Thousand and Thirtieth Florida," and another said, "The Nine Hundred and Sixty-seventh South Carolina." Not getting the information he wanted from the men, the clergyman saw Capt. H. sitting on the flat car, his feet hanging over the side, and he came up and asked him. About this time the train started off, and H. said, "Good-bye, parson;" and just as the cars got well under way, H. called out, "O parson, I left my skillet; there it is!" The preacher grabbed it and, running up, handed it to him. Just then the old negro saw it, and called "Mister, mister, you have given the soldier man my skillet!" It was too late, and as the cars rolled away H. held his skillet up and sang out, "Thank you parson," leaving the preacher to settle for it.

Gen. Bradley T. Johnson, Baltimore, wishes pros perity to the VETERAN, which is simply invaluable.

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Speak to the Southerners of to-day about summering away from home and thousands instinctively turn to Monteagle in thought and desire. And it is no wonder that this beautiful mountain realm, surrounded by myriads of wonders and glories of crag, canyon, cave, dell, enchanting landscape spreading into skies of marvelous blue, and with its cozy homes nestling amid the forests with their refreshing shades, should have become the Mecca whither thousands of weary, worn pilgrims annually wander to have strength and life renewed. The fountains of youth are to be found in the cold springs that trickle from

Then an hour of music with the orchestra in the Amphitheater, or a lounge amid the books and magazines on the cool verandas of the reading room; a wholesome dinner, a refreshing nap, ramble to Warren's Point, view of sunset, walk home amid moonlit shadows, a half-hour spent in song and devotion in Twilight Prayers, an evening's entertainment in the Amphitheater, all followed by the most delicious of sleep, and your body, your mind, your soul, your life are renewed, you get young and vigorous again, feel like leaping for joy, as in the morning of life.

Such blessings annually come to thousands on the invigorating summits, amid the delights that Monteagle offers with lavish hands.

"All good people should be interested in Monteagle."-Isaac Erritt.

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VIEW FROM WARREN'S POINT-CHARMING WALK FROM AMPHITHEATER.

the rocks in "the land of the sky," if they are to be found anywhere.

The visitor soon discovers that here everything is for man's truest good and happiness. The enchanting walks and drives wandering amid summer shades and flowers, ending in some mountain view, or wonder offer some new discovery every day, so the mind is turned from its wonted ruts into nature's invigorating paths.

Then you can enjoy the beautiful Tennis Courts, the finest in Tennessee; the finely appointed and managed Bowling Alley, where the festive pins get no rest; or the large, completely equipped Gymnasinm, where trained instructors direct exercises to renew and upbuild every part of the body-and from which you leap into the delicious waters of the great Pool, one of the finest in America, for an hour's delicious swim.

BISHOP FITZGERALD LIKES MONTEAGLE. Best Society he has Ever Found. Cheap but not Common.

THE FOLK.

I like Monteagle. I like the name-it suggests highness and patriotism. I like the air. I like the trees. I like the cool, sparkling water. I like the people. If there is any better society on earth than one meets at Monteagle, I have not found it in my travels. The Monteagle folk are sunny, social, sensible. They are refined and religious. Nine out of ten of the persons you meet there you like at sight, and the tenth person sometimes improves on acquaintance. The several Protestant denominations are represented about in proportion to their relative numerical strength. The women outnumber the men for

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One of the advantages of Monteagle is its sleep-inducing effect. The nights are almost always cool. Those who have sweltered and perspired and tossed in the lower regions sleep all night and part of the morning at Monteagle. Monteagle air is the best remedy for insomnia known to me. It is better than all the drugs in the Materia Medica.

SOMETHING NEW EVERY DAY.

The preachers, teachers, and lecturers give something new every day, and mostly something good. They usually lean to mercy in the length of their productions. Science, art, oratory, philosophy, literature, music-everything to interest all sorts of good people-is on the programme. The summer schools are conducted by persons who are capable, pleasant, and enthusiastic in their several departments. Some of these have national reputations. The Monteagle pulpit is learned and liberal, yet truly evangelical. The Monteagle platform instructive and entertaining.

ECOZY COTTAGES.

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I have written this hasty article con amore. I do not own an inch of Monteagle soil, nor a dollar's worth of Monteagle property. I never received a dollar from Monteagle in anyway, and never expect to do so. I am for Monteagle on principle, and from a sentiment of genuine affection for the place and the people I have met there.—Bishop O. P. Fitzgerald, in Christian Advocate.

BEFORE DECIDING WHERE YOU WILL SPEND THE COMING SUMMER LET US URGE YOU TO CONSIDER CAREFULLY EVERY LINE OF THE ABOVE.

MONTEAGLE SUMMER SCHOOLS.

Open: July 5th, 1895.

Chancellor W. H. Payne, University of Nashville, Peabody Normal College, Superintendent.

The schools are organized in various departments, and offer instruction especially helpful to teachers, to beginners, and to those wishing training in special lines.

I. Monteagle Summer Art School.

PROF. JOHN B. LONGMAN, Pupil of Gerome. Classes in sketching from nature, (landscape), in oils and water colors. Drawing from casts and from life. Painting from still-life portraiture, that is, painting from life.

MRS. FANNIE MAY LONGMAN, China Painting. Raised Gold, Dresden, Royal Worcester, Dolton, Jewel Enamel, Cameo Work, etc.

PUPILS OF 1894-ART SCHOOL.

Misses Elizabeth Breard, Lottie Breard, Belle Batey, Sarah Cowan, Mary Cleary, A. M. Dawson, Attaway Dyer, Sarie Durrett, Auna Irwin, Maggie Gunn, Emma Kirkpatrick, Evylin Henderson, Annie Love, Etta B. Spragins, Orphia Taylor, Ola Ware, Mary Cullough White, Mattie Watkins, Maude Yandell, Elsie Yandell. Mesdames L. E. Gastrell, C. E. Sinclair, William Payne, H. C. Williamson.

Artist's Co-operative Home enables Students to live comfortably and at very small expense. There is no more attractive spot in the entire South for a Summer Art School than Monteagle. Here one can pass the summer in studying the beauties of nature, and at the same time recuperate his strength, returning home not only with work accomplished, but with health renewed for the winter's

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The leading objects of the Monteagle Assembly are as follows:

1. To supply a summer home, where those who must seek cooler regions during the heated term, can find rest, health, quiet entertainment, and instruction, and, at the same time be free from the temptations and vices incident to the usual watering place. Here are combined all the Christianizing, cultivating, ennobling and refining influences of home, school, church, and good society. It is a place sui generis, and nothing exactly like it is found elsewhere.

2. To educate the people in the highest sense of the term: To this end is furnished the school, the gymnasium. the lecture, the sermon, the prayer meeting, the Sunday-school, the picture, the song. What more could we ask? Furthermore, we are here on the top of the mountain and in the bosom of the primeval forest, where one can study nature in its original loveliness. Cliff and crag, gorge and valley, tree and fern, grass and flower, all unite to lead one away from the toils, cares, and worries of life, into a better temper towards the world and fellow man.

3. To give people special training to fit them for their work at home, especially in lines of Sunday. school and church work, to say nothing of the normal feature of the summer schools. To carry out this object, regular courses of instruction are given in Bible study, Sunday-school normal work, and primary teaching.

4. To convert a summer resort into a Christian assembly: It is a well known fact that the watering place is Satan's favorite field of operations. This is naturally so, because Satan enters the place which he finds empty. He always finds some mischief for idle bands, and his strongest ally is man's sensual nature, and his lust for worldly pleasure. At Monteagle, we propose to exclude him by filling both mind and heart so full of that which is good, and noble, and true, that he can find no entrance there.

Now Monteagle has gradually assumed a character in exact accord with these various objects. There are several features which combine to make it one of the most delightful of summer resorts.

1. It is social. There are no clans, no castes. All are equal. Introductions are not necessary. The cordial hand shake, and genial "glad to see you," and the kindly "can I serve you?" are met with on every hand. In this respect, Monteagle has no equal. 2. It is homelike. People do not come to Monteagle to make a fashionable call. They come with bag

and baggage, children and servants to spend the summer. They come to get rest, conteut, and freedom from care. This they find to their satisfaction, and this feature alone is sufficient to insure the success of Monteagle.

3. It wears an air of culture and refinement. It is not the very rich, nor the very poor, not the pleasureseeker, nor the schemer, that come here. It is the cultured, the refined, the noble of the land, who come both to get and to diffuse light. Nothing rude, crude, One feels impolite, selfish, or discourteous is seen. almost as if he had done human nature au injustice, for here it puts on a peculiar and unaccustomed loveliness.

gious fervor pervades everything. The "twilight 4. It is a religious place. A spirit of piety and reliprayers" is the best and most regularly attended of all the meetings, the people that daily gather there finding delight and refreshment.

Monteagle has a glorious future before it, and, with the blessings of Heaven, will do a grand work for God and humanity.-J. D. H.

Monteagle Gives More for the Amount Expended Than Any Other Place in the Country.

From the beginning in 1873, the one aim has been to make a summer retreat where the heated term can

be spent in healthful recreation and enjoyable rest, and where religious culture and Christian development will be fostered. To carry out this purpose fully, the Charter provides that no revenues shall be divided among the members, but that all shall be expended for the common good, and for advancing the interests of the Assembly. All assets and income must needs be used for beneficent purposes. There are no great salaries, no extravagant expenditures. Hence you often hear the remark: "Monteagle gives more for the amount expended than any other place in the country." The income is spent in providing comforts and pleasures to be enjoyed by every guest.

Where is Monteagle?

On the summit of Cumberland Mountain, on a line of the Nashville, Chattanooga and St. Louis Ry. hundred miles from Nashville; eighty from Chattanooga. Six passenger trains every day, except Sunday, then, no trains. Telegraph, postoffice, etc. vice complete.

Points of Interest Around the Grounds.

Warren's Point; Forrest Point; Bragg's Point: beautiful views. Fairmount Falls; Bragg's Road; Sweet Fern Cave: rugged and sublime.

Bridal Veil Falls; "Coliseum;" Monteagle Falls; Alpine View; Winston's Cascade; Cooley's Rift; Ladd's Cave; Salt Petre Cave; "Big Spring," and hundreds of other Mountain wonders ever charm with their varying attractions of the beautiful and

the sublime.

These feed our finer natures.

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