as the command 1’Reserve firo for close quarter?, forward \7' passed from right to left re-echoed by subalterns. Horseand rider, though botli vrcre jaded, caught new life, and swept onward, straight onward at topmost speed. The horse, nohio everywhere, nowhere bears himself so proudly n3 in battle, lie seems conscious of the danger into which he plunges, but emulous to bear his rider the foremost and bravest of them all; and mortal must be the wound ii either forsakes his trust. The veil known Texas yell is raised now, and swells louder and louder, and even above the roar of musketry. IIor.se and rider, one, the other, now in heaps, fab, but the line knits toge^bor where gaps have been mad Q, anti moves, thunders on into the deadliest sheet of Jlnme. Anon, they waver. The horses falter. A miry bog has impeded the way, but tlie/clcivr it. At hft.y yards the double barrel?, loaded with buck and ball, are brought into play, each volley making wide openings in enemy’s line.SHU shouting and “siiaging’-' theirgrans on the pummels of their sad (Tea, the ranger? draw revols'cr3 and make short fire and finishing work, just as the rattling of artillery coming to the enemy’s relief is heard in the distance. One-third of the enemy’s infantry are rode'and shnt down. The remainder brake and flee through rlic ranks of their cavalry. Those are bowed further *md further back, and despite the appeals of their gallant colonel to stand hrm, they yield or dee, one, two, and squads at a time—until tlieir leader falls, and the Grey are victorious to the last on Shiloh's bloody ground.