line of works. era'To be sure, that self-same grass owedrits rich tints to the graves of brave broth- sau ers under it, and to he sure those innocent p. looking woods were crammed with cannon we could not sec, yet it looked as peaceful and pleasant as ArcadiaAfter we had finished our pipes, we, mounted again — tuck a loik at the famous Phillips and De Lacy bouses—noble look' 1110 ing old places they are toe—and went lackto uur camp at a fearful pace. The way '!awthey ride here is astonishing.I have been so absorbed with my own doings that I have forgotten to ask after ^ your welfare—well, I hope, and having a ^r, good time in the way of parties, tec The ^ fact is, though I enjoy this life thoroughly, ^ and am sensible to a sense of duty in being — here, I do plead guilty, wbeu steaming before a picket fire, the rain thumping down mercilessly, and a dismal chorus of bull frogs and tno tramp of the picket sentry the only rtliif—I say, I do plead me »uilty to a strong wish that I could change a°7'r ^the scene for a few hours, and be aecompa- ’?a j ounying you to parties wbere muddy order-lies and bellicose rets couldn’t iuterfeie v with quadrilles and suppers. Write and uv tell me all about the times you are having J,w —who are home aud who not—and every *\-tbiog of interest. KiEverybody is busy — scratching off letters i». and packing up blankets. rijOur old Sawboues—or Pills as ha is kimendearingly cailej—has bis horrible steel ai knives all stowed away, and iu fact we are f0ready for any thing. uGood-bye and love to al!—I shall turn fC into my blankets and dream of you and what we expect. Write soon.KotJAMES. ie