the hands of One who knows how to reward
and punish," I thought to myself; and leaving the dead body of my enemy
where it lay, I lifted that of my friend on my shoulders, and bore it
away towards our lines. I was resolved that it should rest in British
ground. Several persons asked why I was taking so much trouble with a
dead body.

"He was his comrade and friend, poor fellow!" I heard one or two say.

I carried him to a quiet spot, and there I dug a grave as deep as I
could, and hunted about till I found a stone, which I placed at his
head. I should say that before I placed my old comrade in his grave, I
searched his pockets that I might send anything I could find in them
home. Among them was a pocket-book, and in it was a letter he had
written the night before to Kathleen. He told her how he hoped to win
fame and a name, and might be win his commission, and make her a lady as
she deserved to be. Poor fellow! his ambition, which till then had been
asleep, was aroused. How soon was it, with all his earthly hopes, cut
short! Such has been many another young soldier's fate. We lost that
day alone, 22 officers and 230 men killed, and 71 officers and upwards
of 1000 men wounded. Altogether it was about the saddest of the whole
war.

STORY FOUR, CHAPTER 6.

We worked on, making our zigzag approaches, night after night getting
nearer to the city. Often during the time I used to go and visit poor
Marshall's grave, and I own that I dropped many a tear over it, as I
thought of his worth, and the grief the news of his death would cause to
poor Kathleen's heart. That would not be dried up so soon as my sorrow.
His fate might be mine any day, and I had plenty of things to think
about. The poor girl would mourn alone. One day I was thus standing
near the grave, when I heard a boy's voice say, "Sure that's yourself,
Mr Armstrong."

I looked up, and before me I saw a young drummer-boy, in the uniform of
the 57th regiment.

"Yes, my lad; and who are you?" I asked, not recollecting the features.

"Pat Nolan; sure and it's many a day I've been looking for you,"
answered the lad. "I've come out to see the war, and it's enough I've
seen of it any how."

I was glad to see poor little Pat. The world had gone ill with him and
his family, and an elder brother having enlisted, he also had done so as
a drummer-boy. His brother had been killed, and he was, as it were,
left alone in the world. I promised to befri