WETTSTEIN. 



T is a pleasant thing to be a colonel of 

 cavalry in active field-service. There 

 are circumstances of authority and re- 

 sponsibility that fan the latent spark of barbarism 

 which, however dull, glows in all our breasts, and 

 which generations of republican civilization have 

 been powerless to quench. We may not have con- 

 fessed it even to ourselves ; but on looking back 

 to the years of the war, we must recognize many 

 things that patted our vanity greatly on the back, 

 — things so different from all the dull routine of 

 equality and fraternity of home, that those four 

 years seem to belong to a dream-land, over which 

 the haze of the life before them and of the life 

 after them draws a misty veil. Equality and Fra- 

 ternity ! a pretty sentiment, yes, and full of sen- 



