les. The pen and the camera have accompanied its bayonets, and
there has not probably been any skirmish, however insignificant,
but a score of zealous scribes have remarked and recorded it.

"I have employed some leisure hours afforded me in Europe, to
detail those parts of the struggle which I witnessed in a civil
capacity. The Sketches which follow are entirely personal, and
dwell less upon routine incidents, plans, and statistics, than upon
those lighter phases of war which fall beneath the dignity of
severe history and are seldom related. I have endeavored to
reproduce not only the adventures, but the impressions of a
novitiate, and I have described not merely the army and its
operations, but the country invaded, and the people who inhabit it.

"The most that I have hoped to do, is so to simplify a campaign
that the reader may realize it as if he had beheld it, travelling
at will, as I did, and with no greater interest than to see how
fields were fought and won."

To those chapters, I have added in this collection, some estimates of
American life in Europe, and some European estimates of American life;
with my ultimate experiences in the War after my return to my own
country. I cannot hope that they will be received with the same favor,
either here or abroad, as that which greeted their original publication.
But no man ought to let the first four years of his majority slip away
unrecorded. I would rather publish a tolerable book now than a possibly
good one hereafter.

CAMPAIGNS OF A NON-COMBATANT,

AND HIS

Romaunt abroad during the War.

CHAPTER 1.

MY IMPRESSMENT.

"Here is a piece of James Franklin's printing press, Mr. Townsend," said
Mr. Pratt to me, at Newport the other day,--"Ben. Franklin wrote for the
paper, and set type upon it. The press was imported from England in
1730, or thereabouts."

He produced a piece of wood, a foot in length, and then laid it away in
its drawer very sacredly.

"I should like to write to that press, Mr. Pratt," I said,--"there would
be no necessity in such a case of getting off six columns for to-night's
mail."

"Well!" said Mr. Pratt, philosophically, "I have a theory that a man
grows up to machinery. As your day so shall your strength be. I believe
you have telegraphed up to a House instrument, haven't you?"

"Mr. Pratt," cried I, with some indignation, "your memory is too