exactly suited by their lot, and the soldier who 
never grumbles is either an exceedingly good, or 
exceedingly bad man. But Horace, in his first 
satire, has discussed this question better than I 
can. so I must refer you to him while I resume 
the march. 
We ride through the camp,—now deserted save 
by the wagons, and the men who are to accom¬ 
pany them.— and join the troops who come 
pouring into the road from every camp, and we 
find our regiment only a single unit in a large 
mass. We take our position in the rear of the 
regiment, and note the precision with which 
these hundreds of men move in unison to the 
time of the music which our band is making. 
But this only lasts until we are fairly started on 
the mad. for to play a wind instrument, or to 
march with precision, will weary any man very 
soon. So the Colonel gives the order “route- 
step — march." and every man settles into the 
pace most comfortable for himself, and carries 
bis musket “ at will,*' only minding to keep his 
place in the ranks. 
In about an hour we shall halt for five or ten 
minutes to enable the men to loosen their belts, 
draw long breaths and light their pipes. These 
halts, at intervals of about an hour, are very 
important, especially at the end of the first hour, 
as the men are thereby enabled to adjust their 
accoutrements, and to relieve their muscles from 
the pressure of the belts and straps which sup¬ 
port those accoutrements. 
You observe that ours is not the only regiment 
on the move, that, indeed, the whole army seems 
in motion, and it may not be uninteresting to 
beguile the tedium of our slow pace by some 
account of the organization of an army, and the 
machinery whereby so many men are moved 
from place to place. 
The unit of organization is a regiment which 
consists, in the volunteer service, of one Buttal- 
lion.ranging from eight hundred to one thousand 
men, when its ranks are full. Four regiments 
are grouped together to form a Brigade, and 
under ordinary circumstances the Brigade moves 
as a whole, both on the march and in battle. 
Three Brigades form a Division, and two or three 
Divisions a corps d' armec, or, in good English, 
Army Corps. This Is the manner in which the 
infantry is divided, the artillery is attached (o 
the Divisions in the proportion of four batteries 
(one regular and three volunteer,) to each Divi¬ 
sion, and the cavalry is organized into a Corps 
with the light, or “mounted" batteries. Now, 
when a movement is undertaken the General 
commanding the army issues his orders to the 
commander* of the various Corps.indicating the 
road each is to take, and these in turn give the 
necessary orders to the Division commanders^ 
and they communicate them to the Brigades. 
By this means an army is enabled to move with 
something like unison and precision, whereas 
were each regiment to be ordered separately by 
the General-in-Chief no reliance at ail could be 
placed upon their movement*, or their co-opera¬ 
tion one with another. These subordinate Gen¬ 
erals are for the purpose of making effective the 
orders of the common chief. At the same time, 
each Corps lias within itself all the elements of 
an independent army, and may,l>e used as such 
if circumstances render it desirable. 
About midday we halt for*an hour,—unless 
we are marching in great haste,— to enable the 
men to eat their dinner from theToooked rations 
in the haversacks, and rest themselves for the 
remaining half day's journey. The marching 
order generally directs that three'day’s cooked 
rations lie carried by the men, but 1 question 
very much the economy of tbejorder, though of 
course it is often inevitable. More than enough 
for three days of what are called “small rations" 
seems to be no regular set time, no, not even an 
hour, during the six working days, expressly for 
the advancement of that immortal and undying 
principle within. 
Again, much has been said and written in 
favor of visiting our primary schools, but no 
regular system, so far as my knowledge extends, 
has ever been adopted. The teacher is hired 
and put into the school-house, and those price¬ 
less little house-plants arc budgeted off, to be 
cared for and reared by Mr. or Miss-, and 
during the whole term scarcely a solitary parent 
or guardian enters the school-room to see 
whether they are properly cared for, and flourish¬ 
ing, or withering for lack of sustenance. What 
should we think of a man or woman who would 
hire servants, set them at work in the field or at 
household duties, and not even look after them 
for weeks, to ascertain how they were progress¬ 
ing. Should we not at once pronounce it 
insanity, or utter neglect of one’s own Interest ? 
And what can we say in regard to the general 
apathy that prevails throughout tho country in 
regard to our primury schools, which, of all 
others, are the most important, because here a 
foundation is laid on which to build in riper 
years. 
Now, why could not visiting committees, or a 
select number, be appointed in every district, 
whose duty should be to drop in at stated periods, 
and address the school with a few cheering 
words or appropriate questions, and to encourage 
and sustain tho teacher, whose spirits often droop 
under the arduous task. This may all be per¬ 
formed by females, and. 1 think, without any 
impropriety. Certainly we are not destitute of 
intelligent women. But few neighborhoods, not 
excepting the wild woodland settlements, are 
destitute of such. 
Once more I ask, cannot something be done 
to further on this subject; Ladies of this Christ¬ 
ian land, 1 tppeal to you. lias Piovldence ever 
permitted no evil and not provided a remedy for 
the same < hat we might avail ourselves of, if we 
would ? Think of the amount of evil arising 
from a wrong course of education,—and can no 
remedy be found to retard Us progress, and pre¬ 
vent It f rom gnawing at our vitals. Do not late 
events toll us in tones of thunder that hitherto 
enough has not been done? That in too many 
instances, the object of education has been rutber 
to make great intellectual men, to the neglect of 
the good. Look for a moment at the situation of 
our country, the condition of its morals. Does 
not the astonishing development of crime por¬ 
tray to us in language of the ancient hand¬ 
writing upon the wall “ weighed in the balance 
and found wanting ? ' And has not the defi¬ 
ciency been at the very foundation of our pystem 
of education? Too many have been reared for 
great, rather than good, honest-hearted and pat¬ 
riotic citizens. 
There* may have been a combination of circum¬ 
stance* that have led on to this state of things. 
But, mothers, does not at least a portion of this 
sin iie at our own door? Have we all used our 
influence for that cultivation of the young mind 
which would eventually produce right acts? If we 
have tarried loo long in the back ground, can we 
not, by combining our feeble efforts, partially 
atone for past neglect? And while we see that 
efforts are already being made, shall we not, as 
consistent mothers and daughters of a Christian 
land, lend our aid in Uiis work. A good, wise 
and patriotic generation must be reared ere the 
(flight of this sweeping monsoon shall have 
Written for Mooro's Kuril New-Yorker. 
SABBATH ORISON, 
Written for Moore? Rural New Yorker 
A WALK. 
Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker 
I-C YT . 
To Thee, Almighty Parent, now we turn, 
For every blessing life can e'er enjoy; 
Thou helpest us each “gilded snare” to spurn, 
From Thee comes pleasure pure without alloy. 
O wilt Thou look upon our hearts this day, 
And bleas our inward strivings after good, 
And lead as onward in the better wav, 
For thou our vain attempts hast understood. 
Wilt thou direct us in the path of life, 
Teach us our talents rightly to improve, 
Our minds to raise above each petty strife, 
And fill our hearts with warmest Christian love 
And O, where'er our lot on earth is cast, 
Withhold not from us Thy benignant smile, 
Sustain us to prove constant to the last, 
With eye upraised to Thee in faith the while. 
Elkhorn, Wis., 1863. b. a. 
Thk winding path leads up the rough hill side, 
By thorny ehapparel and sharp green briar, 
And broken rocks and chasms gaping wide 
Dispute our passage as we climb still higher. 
The warm spring sun is just above the hill, 
Hi* shadows fall beneath the old oak trees; 
Here at our feet there flows a noisy rill, 
And fragrance of wild flower* is on the breeze. 
Touched by the genial, balmy breath of spring, 
New bndi are op'nlng and new leaves expand, 
Soon shall the sunny days their harvest bring, 
To crown with plenty all the smiling land 
As onward now and upward still we go, 
A strange wild contrast breaks upon the eye, 
The son kissed valley stretches far below, 
The mow clad peaks rise up against the sky. 
The monntuin stream fed by the melting snows 
Leaps bravely on toward the distant west, 
The village nestling close in sweet repose 
Between the hills In emerald beauty dressed. 
Bat much is changed! jet remembered well 
When no church bell broke on the solitude, 
And every school-boy of ten years can tell 
Of uncouth “shanties’’ and log cabins rude. 
But who shall say, life’s leisons In his heart 
And time's deep furrows on his aching brow, 
That ’Us not hard with such old scenes to part, 
For were wc not far happier then than now ? 
Life’s trail we’vo followed, too, for many a day, 
O’er flinty points, forbidding, rough, uneven, 
But may we still as we trudge up the way, 
Reach high enough to get a glimpse of Heaven. 
And now tho hill grown oool, the sun sinks low, 
The twilight shadows stretch across the plain; 
Then cease, oh harp ! thy sad, uneven flow 
Till thon eanst wake a merrier, happier strain. 
Auburn, Placer Co., Cal., 1863. Mark 
HY JANK Ji. H1G«Y. 
Litti.k one, each artless wile 
Doth my aching heart beguile 
To love thee; 
For thy fond but radiant smile, 
Thrilling all my soul the while, 
X love thee. 
One, my boyish hope destroyed, 
But my manhood is decoyed 
Love, by thee, 
’Till affection, unalloyed, 
Springs from out an aching void. 
I love thee. 
While my choicest treasures grew 
’Round thy trusting heart so true, 
1 loved thee. 
’Till, our one brief journey through, 
Heaven shall our bliss renew, 
I’ll love thee. 
Piffard, N. Y., 1863. 
BTJNYAN’S GRAVE 
A correspondent of the Reflector gives the 
following description of the grave of Bcnyan: 
“Bunyari lies in Bunbill fields, a cemetery 
crowded with graves, and thick with monuments 
and slabs. Asking a lad, whom I met at the en¬ 
trance. if he could point me to Bunyan’s grave, 
‘Yes, 1 said be, ‘there he lies, covered with a 
sheet’ Taking the direction pointed out, I soon 
stood by the grave and the monument of the in¬ 
imitable allegorist. There, indeed, he did lie, 
wrapped in a cloak, with a book under his arm, 
sleeping and dreaming—hewn out of the white 
marble on the slab which covers bis monument. 
On the monument is this simple, but sufficient, 
inscription:—‘John Bunyau, the author of Pil¬ 
grim’s Progress.’ On one side, chiseled in the 
stone, is Pilgrim, with his burden, leaning on his 
staff, with a countenance of deepest anguish. 
On the opposite Fide is Pilgrim grasping the 
cross, his eyes gazing on it, hia burden rolled off 
at his foot, and his countenance radiant with 
peace and joy. The whole is finely conceived 
and executed. Directly across tho way I looked 
in on the graves of many of the early Methodists 
—John Wesley, Jabez Bunting, Richard Watson 
and Adam Clarke; men who toiled and prayed 
together on earth, whose bodies now sleep togeth¬ 
er. and whose souls rejoice together in the pres¬ 
ence of Him whom they here preached. Noble 
men ! I honor their memories." 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
MORAL EDUCATION OF CHILDREN. 
Although I have never been in the habit of 
writing for publication, I have often been desir¬ 
ous to do so, but have hitherto declined, in 
consequence of limited acquirement*. And now, 
having passed my GOth year, it Reoms a late 
period to offer anything: but finding the Editor 
of the Rural somewhat indulgent to the ladies, 
and feeling my spirit stirring within me, I am 
inclined to offer a few hint*, incoherent as they 
may be, on tho subject of a more thorough 
moral education of children. 
I have but recently become a reader of the 
Rural, and from tho little acquaintance I have 
had, am pleased with the moral tone of its pro¬ 
ductions and extracts. I find in it many instrac- 
tions, and virtuous sayings, having a tendency 
to strengthen in the young mind a desire for 
improvement, a love of virtue, and a more 
diligent search after truth and the right,—such 
a desire as should be cultivated at the present 
time in the mind of every child, especially of our 
own native land. 
On what docs the future hope of our nation 
depend for the perpetuation of freedom and tho 
establishment of right? Nothing short of a 
general mental cultivation, of the moral to¬ 
gether with the intellectual faculties. But with 
regret we arc* compelled to acknowledge that the 
moral faculties are most neglected; and the last 
to be attended to ! No close observer will deny 
that the foundation of character, whether good 
or bad, is, in general, laid while the mind is in 
miniature; consequently, early impressions and 
instructions which have a tendency to develop 
the moral faculties, should be given as soon as 
reason begins to dawn, if wc would supersede 
the influence of evil, after which, the young mind 
is so easily drawn. 
Now. we are await* of the lamentable fact 
that a majority of the children, even of this, our 
0W n enlightened country, do not have that 
moral, not to say religious training which is 
requisite to make good, upright citizens. Thou¬ 
sands, and tens of thousands, of little immortal 
beings, each one capacitated for vast improve¬ 
ment in knowledge and goodness, are withheld 
from all moans of good instruction, by wicked, 
intemperate or neglectful parents, or guardians. 
For a few years past sumo of Lhe benevolent 
have boon waking up to the subject, Societies 
have been started here and thc-re, and 6ome 
measures have been taken to save, if possible, a 
f CWj __ a remnant of that numerous host of help¬ 
less ones.—from infancy and utter destruction. 
But what has been elTected is as a drop in the 
bucket, in comparison to the wants of those 
orphans, and worse than orphans, scattered 
throughout our laud, and who are continually 
multiplying. The Sunday School is improving, 
and doingjmnch to ameliorate, but multitudes are 
still left, who, according to public opinion, can¬ 
not be reached. And even those, who have little 
or no moral training at home, if they can be 
induced to come one hour in the Sabbath School, 
it seems insufficient to counteract tho influences 
of a whole week. Children have little minds, 
and can receive but little at a time, and that 
little should be often. A few kind words and 
gentle precepts, calculated to create and cherish 
a love for truth, addressed to them often, will 
make deeper impressions and effect more than 
long and tedious harangues. Once beget in 
their youug minds a love for truth, and a great 
object is attained. 
Now, I would ask, cannot some systematical 
scheme be devised in which all philanthropists 
will agree to act In concert, so that one more 
forward and vigorous step may be taken towards 
the advancement of such au object? For in¬ 
stance. could not some little inducements bo held 
out, some short addresp, or performance having 
a moral tendency, at tho same time exciting 
enthusiasm; for the purpose of collecting the 
children in lille groups, whereby little sentences 
conveying instruction might be imparted for 
them to treasure up. Could not some such plan 
be hit upon, that would bo likely to take in 
every neighborhood, and become general and 
frequent, not every quarter, or every month, but 
every week. It would require but little time, 
one-half or three-quarters of an hour would be 
preferable to a longer peliod. Something similar 
has been practiced in largo towns and cities, but 
by far too unfrequently, and in the country it is 
almost entirely neglected. Houses and lands 
must bo adorned and beautified, the large flocks 
and heads must not be neglected, all the house¬ 
hold duties must be performed with exactness 
and system, the physical wants of all the family 
must be supplied, and the wardrobe of every 
child must be especially cared for; but there 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
THE DOCTOE IN CAMP.—No. II 
THE “I WILL 
Lf.t us here, first of all, observe that there is 
no disarming of malice by compromise. Had 
the Psalmist chosen to compromise, he might 
often, no doubt, have disarmed the enmity of his 
foes: bad Jesus chosen to compromise, he also 
might have done tho same. A Lai fund-half man, 
a half-and-half creed, will never meet with vio¬ 
lent opposition or enmity from the world. Even 
what might be culled a three-quarter man will 
escape without very much hurt. It is the out- 
and-out creed, that the world hates. Making 
compromises is an old trade of Satan’s; it is one 
at which he shows consummate skill; he Is will¬ 
ing to be large and liberal; he will concede far 
more than at first sight any one would suppose; 
in fact, he will go so far as to say, “ You may he 
nine-tenth’s Christ’s, if only as regards tho re¬ 
maining tenth you will agree to be mine." 
The man of God must pray for grace, never 
even to listen to the smallest word on tho subject 
of compromise. He ought to uail his colors to 
the mast, and not listen, even for a moment, to 
any terms upon which these colors are to be 
struck. “No surrender !" “No compromise !" 
These should bo the mottoes and the watchwords 
under which he fights .—The “ 1 Wills" of the 
Psalms. 
And now that our country can produce so 
many women whose talent and acquirements,— 
and may] not say. benevolent hearts,—render 
them competent to take the lead in some more 
vigorous efforts than have hitherto been put 
forth, shall not her loud calls at this time for 
such effort be heeded? Was ever a greater con¬ 
test between good and evil, right and wrong, 
liberty and oppression, than at present? And as 
our fathers, husbands, brothers and sons, have 
gone forth by thousands to fight for the protec¬ 
tion of those liberties guarantied to ns,— and 
while an attempt to sustain them without a vir¬ 
tuous nation would bo fruitless,— can we, as 
Christian women, look on, and say. or feel, that 
we have no fighting to do? While those dear 
ones arc battling the rebels far away from the 
sweet pleasures of home and all those loved little 
augel forms thatjwere wont to cling around their 
necks and hang upon their manly arms, shall we 
not, at home, put forth all our energies against a 
deadlier foe, and by taking a united stand 
against the monster, vice, try not only to save 
the thousands left without their natural protec¬ 
tion from its deadly grasp, but strive with all our 
ability to scatter everywhere the seeds of virtue 
in the path of the wayward child? 
Ladies, will not some of you who can wield 
the pen look at this subject? If yon have one 
talent your country needs it in this time of peril, 
driven, as she is, to the verge ot destruction by 
wicked men. She has done much through tho 
liberality of her institutions to fit you for the 
great work now spread out before you, therefore 
she has a just claim upon your ability, your 
genei osity, and your labors of love. 
A Mother. 
wagon, and cooking rations, an to tne accom¬ 
paniment of a polyglot medley of orders, songs, 
questions, answers and Oil’s. Much the samo 
scene is going on all over the camp, and at day¬ 
light. when the bugle sounds the cheerful reveille , 
there is not likely to be any one in eainp who 
needs waking up. A hasty breakfast, and the 
bugle from headquarters sounds “ strike tents’’ 
or, as it is paraphrased by the soldiers, 
“ Don’t yon hear your General say, . 
Strike jour tents and move away ?” 
and in less time than it take* to write it, the 
tents are down, wagons loaded, knapsacks pack¬ 
ed, accoutriments donned, and we are waiting 
the call to “fall in." To the uninitiated ob¬ 
server it might seem that this confusion, and 
especially the growling, grumbling, and swear¬ 
ing, of which I have spoken, would portend any¬ 
thing but a satisfactory state of discipline, and 
might even bring doubts into his mind Of the 
efficiency of those men when they should be 
called on to face the enemy. But a little reflec¬ 
tion upon human nature, especially in its 
military phase, will convince him that such 
grumbling is not inconsistent with a high state of 
discipline and efficiency. I once made the. 
remark (when I was a very young soldier.) in 
the presence of an excellent officer of the regular 
army, now a Brigadier-General, that a soldier 
should be a machine, when he corrected me by 
saying “A thinking machine, sir." and I have 
since learned that he was quite right. When the 
soldiers of an army begin to criticise their 
leaders and their government, when they begin 
to think themselves ill-used, and fancy they have 
grievances to be redressed, then they are getting 
demoralized, indeed, and you may hesitate to 
trust them, but in such case you will hear ho 
frank, outspoken grumbling. They will mutter, 
and go to their duty with compressed lips and 
bent brows. Look at these men with whom we 
are about to march. (for I see they are ready and 
we must move on.) atd you will see no traces of 
discontent in those open countenances. For 
however much they might disapprove of being 
ordered out, once in line all vexation vanishes 
before tbe new duty to be done. In short, men 
in camp, like men every where else, are never 
floats in promise to your ear. The air is loaded 
with mercy. The Cross itself—in its stupendous 
meaning—is one eternal, unchangeable promise, 
exceeding great and precious. But to have it 
you must go for it, And your going there in 
penitence and faith is your part toward the 
securing and enjoying God’s great conditional 
promise.— Evangelist. 
■ - . - ■ ■ ■ 
Christians Mingling with the World — 
Christians who wish to preserve the spirituality 
of their religion should be very careful how they 
mingle with the world, lie who is pleased with 
the company of ungodly men. no matter howso¬ 
ever witty or learned, is either himself one with 
them or is drinking into their spirit. It is im¬ 
possible to associate with such by choice without 
receiving a portion of tho contagion. A man 
may be amused or delighted with such people, 
but he will return, even from the festival of ted, 
with a lean soul. Howsoever contiguous they 
may be, yet the Church and the world are sepa¬ 
rated by an impassable gulf.—Dr. Adam Clarke. 
____ 
By Christian calmness we can protect our¬ 
selves from the heats that wither, and the storms 
that chill; thus being our own umbrellas and 
our own suns. 
When doctrines mischievous in themselves 
are recommended by the good life ot their au¬ 
thor, it is like the arming of a depraved woman 
with beauty. 
Our Best Parlors.— Don’t keep a solitary 
parlor, into which you go but once a month, 
with your parson or sewing society. Hang 
around your walls pictures which shall tell stories 
of mercy, hope, courage, faith aud charity. 
Make your living room the house. Let the 
place be such that when your boy has gone 
to distant lands, or even when, perhaps, he 
clings to a single plank in the waters of the wide 
ocean, the thought of the still homestead shall 
come to desolation, bringing always light, hope 
aud love. Have no dungeon about your house— 
no room you never open—no blinds that are 
always shut 
■It is said of the 
A Beautiful Illustration 
Icelanders that they scrupulously observe the 
usage of reading the Sacred Scriptures every 
morning, the whole family joining in the singing 
and prayer*. When the Icelander awakes, he 
salutes no person until he has saluted God. He 
usually hastens to the door, adores the Author of 
Nature aud Providence, and thou steps back 
into the dwelling, saying to his family, "God 
erant vou a good day!’’ What a beautiful illua- 
A pleasant wife is a rainbow set in the sky 
when her husband’s mind is tossed with storms. 
