Volunteer Officer-life in garrison.
its variations it clung to the original tune, burst-
ing out irrepressibly with,
�Poor Old Soldier!
Poor Old Soldier!
Tarred and feathered and sent to h__l!
Because he was a des��erter!�
After an hour and a half�s admirable fooling,
at which I could not but laugh heartily the bac-
chanals departed, and Winchester and I went
to bed in a spacious cavity of the casemate.
30. Sunday. A raw, squally, rainy day.
The orderly trims fire, cleans boats and does
chores as I get up. Out to breakfast. At
the Quartermaster�s Hall and I talk with
Brigham of damage done to the transports by
the recent storm and things in general. Back to
fort; visited Brigham�s lodging, also in a casemate.
Writing to Tribune there. Anon to No 7. In com-
pany with Winchester, who read me certain letters
from an unknown woman-correspondent, written in
answer to an advertisement inserted in a New York
paper, stating that an officer in garrison was de-
sirous of such an indulgence to wile away the mono-
tony of his life. In response there came some
hundreds of letters, hence nearly every officer of
the regiment had chosen his correspondent or cor-
respondents. Winchester wrote decidedly clever let-
ters and lengthy ones. At 4 out with Hall,