commands a rebel army in the field, fighting not only against his country, but against his State also, which had so generously confided in and supported him.

Douglas sleeps in his grave, but the deep eloquence of his dying words is still reverberating, and the terrible rebuke which he administered to the enemies of the government will canonize his name wherever the stars and stripes are permitted to wave.

Everything we hold dear on earth is involved in this great contest. All will be saved or lost, and that question will be determined soon. I stand for the government. My voice and pen and sword are consecrated to the cause of the country. I stand by it with all my heart, with all the vigor that is in my arm, with all the fire that is in my brain, with all my life. I expect that cause will triumph, and thus the capacity of man for self-government be vindicated. I expect to see the Union restored and the integrity of the Constitution maintained. When the iron despotism. of the oligarchy who instigated and who are carrying forward this rebellion is broken, I expect to see an overwhelming popular uprising in the seceded States, and to hear, wild as the storm, the exultant shout of that scourged and blood-washed people, coming up from their great tribulation to hail once more the proud old flag of the country. And beyond this, I expect to see the old Union, having arisen from this terrible baptism of fire, nobler, fairer, mightier than before. Very respectfully, your friend and servant, WALTER HARRIMAN.

This acceptance of candidacy as a "War Democrat" was, in the eyes of the regular Democracy, a great sin, — one too great ever to be forgiven. The sword of the patriotic soldier had cut the knot of party ties that no longer consisted with uncompromising devotion to his imperiled country's cause. Straightway he became, and was henceforth to be, in the years of political activity and prominence, a special object of partisan malice and abuse. In the campaign of 1863 he met one calumny put forth by the Dem

ocratic press by the following crisp and explicit letter written from camp to the "Boston Journal," from which it was printed in circulars and scattered broadcast over the State:

NEWPORT NEWS, VA., March 5, 1863.

To the Editor of the Boston Fournal:- The "Union Democrat" of the 24th ult., which has just been received, in a long editorial on the Union Convention at Manchester, makes the following statement:

"A delegation of Concord politicians recently met Mr. Harriman at Washington; and we are informed that Messrs. Clark and Rollins coöperated with them there, and that he was induced to accept it (the nomination) by the promise of a brigadier-generalship at an early day."

The intent of the authors of this choice calumny is readily seen, but I may be able to counteract its desired effect before the election.

The relations in which I have stood to the writer of the above paragraph forbid me from indulging in any abuse of him, and I readily leave to him all the glory of committing an unprovoked assault on me.

The allegations of the "Union Democrat" are simply false.

I have met no delegation of New Hampshire politicians at Washington or elsewhere.

I have not exchanged a solitary word with either Mr. Clark or Mr. Rollins about obtaining a brigadier-generalship, or any other office.

I have not had "the promise of a brigadier-generalship at an early day," or at any day.

I have made no trade, bargain, or agreement of any kind, with any member of Congress, any New Hampshire politician, or any other man.

I have accepted the nomination for the purpose of aiding at home the great Union cause for which I have periled my life in the field, and for no other consideration, cause, or reason whatsoever. Very respectfully,

WALTER HARRIMAN.

That movement, which had for its standard-bearer the soldier at the front, wrought the defeat of the anti-war party in New Hampshire, kept the state government in accord with the national, and gave to the country, in that trying hour, the moral advantage of a decisive Union victory in the field.

Two divisions of the Ninth Army Corps, one of which was the Second, to which the Eleventh New Hampshire regiment belonged, broke camp at Newport News, Va., on Thursday, March 26th, and sailed for Baltimore. The first point of destination was Kentucky, in the Department of the Ohio, to the command of which General Burnside had been assigned.1 The journey was by rail to Cincinnati, which was reached on the 31st of March, and whence the troops crossed at once to Covington, Ky. Of subsequent marchings and movements, until the troops were finally in position to assist in protecting the rear of Grant's army besieging Vicksburg, the colonel's diary will tell :

"Wednesday, April 1, 1863, left Covington by rail, and went south ninety miles to Paris, Bourbon County, Ky. Remained at Paris till Friday, April 3d, when we marched twenty-one miles, rather easterly to near Mount Sterling. A hard, wearing march. That night, cold and frosty though it was, we stretched our tired limbs on the damp ground without shelter. Next day (Saturday) came on three miles, through the village of Mount Sterling, and went into camp two miles southeast of that village, where I now (April 4th) write. It is a most splendid country here, the 'blue grass' region, so called.

1 When General Burnside took command of the Army of the Potomac, the Ninth Corps was assigned to the command of General Wilcox. After the battle of Fredericksburg, General Burnside, having resigned his place in the Army of the Potomac (General Hooker becoming his successor), was transferred to the Department of the Ohio.

"April 8th, my birthday, and I have celebrated it in a quiet manner. Still at Mount Sterling. April 17th, left Mount Sterling, and marched eighteen miles southwesterly to Winchester, Clark County, and went into camp. We commenced this march at half past three o'clock in the morning, and finished it at three o'clock in the afternoon. It was a warm, prostrating day, and the men fell out badly. The country through which we traveled is very fine, as is that where we now are (April 18th). The blue grass country of Kentucky, with its rich, deep soil, rolling surface, splendid forests, and genial climate, beats any other region in the United States.

"Monday morning, May 4th, left Winchester, and marched through Lexington - once the home, and now the restingplace, of Clay- and through Nicholasville. Crossed the Kentucky River at Hickman's Bridge, and passed on through Lancaster and other inferior places to Paint Lick Creek, in Garrard County. Arrived at the latter place Friday, May 8th, but remained only till Sunday, the 10th, when we marched back ten miles to Lancaster, and went into camp in an open oak grove, where the 'blue grass' was already six inches high. Here I have taken command of the brigade.

"Saturday morning, May 23d, broke camp at Lancaster, and marched my brigade twelve miles southerly on the Crab Orchard Pike, and went into camp one mile short of the village of Crab Orchard, Lincoln County. I now (May 24th) write at Crab Orchard, which is quite a famous place (or has been) in this section of the State, with its mineral springs, a race-course, hotels of doubtful virtue, etc., etc. We are getting out of the 'blue grass,' - getting too far south. The country is poorer. To-day (Monday, May 25th) I have selected another ground on which to encamp the brigade now under my command. Later, we have moved two miles, and got handsomely into camp on a fine clover field, three fourths of a mile south of Crab Orchard. A sultry, scorching day. But, as I write, orders come to so soon!

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