cores are laid beside them,
As day succeeds to day;
And thus it ever will be
Till they all shall pass away,
And the last can say when dying,
With upturned and glazing eye,
Both love and faith are dead at home,--
They have left us here to die!"

A proof of the humanity with which the Rebel prisoners were treated by
our government is found in the fact of their reluctance to be exchanged;
they said that they were very comfortable, and would far rather remain
at the North until the war was over. One general, who was having an
artificial leg made, was forced to return against his will. His
entreaties to be left behind prevailed for a few days; but at last he
was obliged to take passage on the transport for exchange, as one of our
own generals was awaiting his return to come home.

Among the prisoners who came in January was Boston Corbett, of the
Seventeenth New York Cavalry. Every name made public even in remote
connection with the death of our beloved President becomes an object of
interest. The following is a characteristic letter from the brave and
earnest-hearted patriot at whose hand the assassin met his doom:--

"VIENNA, VA., March 9, 1865.

"MISS ----:--Many times I have thought I would write to
acknowledge the kindness shown by you and the other good
ladies of the hospital to us poor soldiers when we were
brought from Savannah, Andersonville, and Millen. I remember
with gratitude the first kind words expressed towards us,
and how strange and good they sounded after being so long
deprived of them. Although they might not seem much to the
giver, yet I believe they will live in the memory of us
soldier boys long after the war is over. I can never forget
how much was done for us all on our return from prison to
hospital; but many thousands lie under the soil of Georgia,
monuments of the cruelty and wickedness of this
Rebellion,--the head of all the rebellions of earth for
blackness and horror. Those only can feel the extent of it
who have seen their comrades, as I have, lying in the
broiling sun, without shelter, with swollen feet and parched
skin, in filth and dirt, suffering as I believe no people
ever suffered before in the world. But, thank God, these
things have come, I hope, to an end. May they never exist
again in the good land! With kind regards to all,

"Very trul