Kansas for a time, and the dear brethren in that distant field--Kansas, the scenes of more sorrows than was ever crowded into our life's history at any previous time-Kansas, where our poor desolate hearts lie buried; for there rest the precious remains of our own dear children, and God only knows the thrill of agony that pierces our inmost souls at the bare mention of the name! Oh ye who wander o'er those distant prairies, or halt on Mount Oread, overlooking Lawrence, or wend your way to the mouth of the Big Blue River, where the setting sun shines on that Western city-Manhattan, pause and drop a tear for the silent slumberers, for whom tears will never cease to be shed, until Jesus' own hand shall wipe away the last tear, and "mortality is swallowed up of life." Oh, haste the hour. This letter has already attained an unpardonable length; but my heart is still running over with "talk." We would say to our dear Western brethren, from whom we felt compelled to be separated for a time, on account of the suffering condition of Kansas, that our field of labor the present conference year is among old and tried friends, on the picturesque shore of old Champlain. Our P. O. address is Milton Falls, Vt.; and we shall listen to the shrill whistle of the locomotive with peculiar interest, as it announces, among other subjects of interest, the weekly advent of the C. C. Advocate. That will be doubly dear, as "distance lends enchantment to the view."
By your permission, 'Mr. Editor, we would, through the Central, solicit a line occasionally from former friends and co-laborers in the West.
Yours, in the great work of the world's redemption,

by the leave of Providence, we leave forever our native hills in dear old New England, and go back to Kansas to labor and to die in any spot, only at our post with the armor on. Our mission in New England is nearly ended-we have spent well-nigh one year and a half most delightfully, in a spiritual sense, with our brethren in Vermont; have witnessed glorious displays of the power of grace in the salvation of souls, though we have constantly borne about a bleeding heart for the "loved and the lost;" have gazed into the eyes of our aged parents, and sought their blessing for the last time; have bade the last "adieu" to kindred dear, and now only wait to sever our connection with our dear brethren and sisters on this charge, and then, should life be prolonged, our feet will tread the prairies of Kansas
Our son writes us from Leavenworth, Kansas, that Missouri is pretty thoroughly cleansed of traitors. Gen. [James H.] Lane's Division, with which he is connected, will move soon (probably about the middle of February,) it is conjectured to the "Cherokee Nation," arming the different tribes through which he passes, and our souls tremble in view of the destruction and carnage that is sure to follow in their wake.

a man, the whole company are members of the church, They have what they call a "camp church," with regular class and prayer meetings, and God's blessing is manifested in their midst at these seasons of spiritual refreshing,

been waiting in the depot from Tuesday till Friday, (the day of our arrival,) but no cars made their appearance till Saturday, P, M., about 5 o'clock, It was well for us that we had our own bread and cheese, and tin cup, for water, among our luggage, for there was actually but one article of convenience for travelers in this large depot, and that was a zinc cup, holding about two gills, chained to the walls of the room, (we were reminded of Luther's Bible, chained,) from which this thirsty crowd-vexed beyond endurance at such a long delay of a number of days in succession-washed the grumblings and curses from their profane lips, The family were sick with the small-pox at the only hotel within walking distance, and so we spent a day and night as miserably as we ever wish to spend one, our sleepless senses being regaled, as we were stretched on the hard bench, with carpet-sack for pillow, with oaths and vulgar lovesongs from a low class of Irish and Scotch, although there was a goodly number of respectable ladies and gentlemen, who were emigrating West, and others who were returning from the East, in the same fix as ourselves, who durst not leave the depot lest the longexpected train would leave them, as it had others previously.
There were six engines that had run off the track, we were told, between Prescott and Montreal, and one had been demolished. For several miles there was a solid mass of ice on the track that had to be picked off with a hand-pick the entire distance, We had fixed for a start the dozenth time, when lol the telegraphic dispatch from Montreal, "the trains have started"-then other telegrams, until the wires said, "only 20 miles out," all hands be ready; and such a rush to hear the distant whistle! In one matter all were agreed, never to be caught on that route again as long as there was another thoroughfare to the Mississippi River, But the train heaves in sight, headed by two locomotives, puffing and blowing as though they had just emerged from some straight place, as did Johnny Bull after the Mason and Slidell affair, The cars had been picking up travelers, who had been delayed all along the route from Montreal to Prescott, until there was quite a miniature world of living freight, Crossing the St. Clair River into Detroit, we were forced to pass through another vexatious farce, in having our luggage inspected at the Custom House; but happily for us, we had not one dimes' worth purchased in the Queen's dominions; but one poor fellow of our party was not so fortunate, he having purchased a gun for eight dollars, was taxed three dollars; and another had a pair of stockings and a few skeins of yarn in his carpet-sack, for which he was taxed

one dollar, which was more than we would have given him for the whole amount, How changed the phase of things as soon as the boat struck the Michigan side of the riverl Here we found tidy cars, sumptuously furnished, and luxuries to which we had been strangers after we left the domains of the United States, We never desire to trespass again on the dominions of Queen Victoria-forty-eight hours will suffice us for a lifetime,
     We ran into Chicago in season for Mr. L. to attend church, who listened to an interesting sermon from Rev, Mr. Tiffany, The earth was mostly free from snow around Chicago, but not as dry and settled as in Missouri and Kansas. Monday morning we were whirling along at a rapid rate through Illinois to Quincy, where we crossed the Mississippi River, At Quincy our trunks were opened and searched, our carpet-sacks examined, and not even one you carried in your hand but must be examined and sealed with Uncle Sam's insignia ere you pass into the land of Secesh, lest some documents may be concealed, or something found to brand you as spies, Every part of our luggage was sealed with sealing-wax, stamped with "U, S.," and a bit of red tape, about six inches in length, sealed across the mouth of the carpetsack. This is to prevent spies from passing in rebeldom and conveying important intelligence to Secesh. From Quincy, Ill., to St. Joseph, Mo., all along the route of the Hannibal and St, Joseph Railroad, troops are stationed at certain distances to watch the road and prevent the destruction of bridges and tearing up of the track. The entire route across the State of Missouri bears the marks of the ravages of war; here a house burned, fences demolished, windows nailed up; there a bridge burned, causing a great destruction of human life, and one bridge we crossed had been burned and re-built several times in succession; and every bridge must be examined ere the cars passed over it, We run only 14 miles an hour, and carefully scanned the whole distance across the State, lest some trap might be laid for our destruction, Business is all stagnated throughout the State-fine farms deserted, and the sad effects of war seen on every hand, The secesh owner of a fine farm, not far from the Mississippi, said "he would give any man a warrantee deed who would furnish him with a team to get out of the State with;" but, like Noah's dove, he will find no place of refuge. Secesh is dead in Missouri, though deadly hatred to the United States is concealed in many bosoms, and this hatred

breaks out in murder and horse-stealing and robbing Union men at every opportunity.
     A little out from St, Joseph we crossed the high bridge where so many were barbarously murdered by the burning of the bridge; and an incident connected with this bloody affair came to our knowledge for the first time, The cars were loaded with the wounded, and proceeding to St. Joseph for help, when they found another bridge on fire, as the traitors were bent on the destruction of all the wounded, but by prompt efforts they were saved. [143] The U. S, Marshall was returning with his bride from the East, who was among the dangerously wounded, and now bears on her person the fearful scars of the terrible tragedy, She is a member of our church in this town, (Leavenworth.) We were delayed so long on the road that we did not reach Leavenworth until after the Kansas Conference commenced its session at Wyandotte, 25 miles from Leavenworth. Mr. L. took stage the day following and immediately proceeded to the seat of the Conference, leaving his family in Leavenworth till his return. We are very agreeably and hospitably entertained with the family of Rev, G. W. Paddock, who the past year has been the pastor of the M, E. Church in this place, and who was formerly a member of the East Genesee Conference. This dear brother and his estimable lady stood at their posts unflinchingly during the days of famine that so sorely tried men's souls, and whilst many of their brethren either returned to their former fields of labor, or accepted of an agency to solicit funds for the suffering, Bro. Paddock stood firm as a wall of brass, resolved to stand by Kansas to the last, and God has honored him, There is a membership of 130 in the M. E, Church in this city, paying their pastor a salary of $700, and they intend to complete their fine church in early spring.
Everything looks warlike here, The streets are constantly thronged with soldiers, and regiments are going and coming. Whilst we write, a company are on the march by the dwelling, with their stuffed haversacks strapped to their shoulders, bound in a southerly direction; anon a company of cavalry gallop into town, Yesterday, by special invitation, in company with Sister Paddock and two other Christian friends, we visited the hospitals for the sick soldiers, and those who were somewhat convalescent, Here were several who were in the terrible battle at Springfield, Mo., [144] when the brave [Gen. Nathaniel] Lyon fell-some sick with typhoid fever, pneu-

monia, measles, &c., and we found three who will soon breathe their last, far from home and kindred dear. There was the empty pallet from which one had just been lifted to his rude grave; there another soldier speechless, and grappling with the grim monster; there another emaciated to a skeleton, sobbing as though his heart would break, and trying to tell us of his poor mother away up in Wisconsin. Our own emotions at times quite overcame us as we grasped the skeleton fingers of one after another of these poor creatures, who had come hundreds of miles to fight for their country, and now must find a grave unmarked, and be buried by a stranger's hand. We tried to tell them as well as we could of that world where the inhabitants are never sick, and many a rough hand was drawn across the eyes as they told us in broken accents, "We do find Jesus precious." We never spent an afternoon more profitably in our lives than in visiting the wards in that Mammoth Hospital. Everything about the premises bore the marks of neatness. The rooms were well ventilated, and kept in excellent order-the beds tidy; each cot had a pillow, sheets and coverlet, the most of the cots being single. The physicians are gentlemanly in their deportment, and the most of the nurses are pious men, and members of our church. Provisions are very plentiful in Kansas. Flour is six dollars per barrel, potatoes 30 cents per bushel, bacon 7 cents per pound, butter 20 cents, apples, very fine, one dollar per bushel. 0 the changes that have taken place since we left Kansas, 18 months since-instead of a daughter come to welcome our return, the graves of two beloved daughters in solemn stillness tell us, "our loved ones are not here," and we in untold agony turn away to weep. God help us to feel "Thy will be done."

P. S. Our P. O. address will be, Rev. C. H. Lovejoy, Baldwin City, Douglas Co., Kansas.

would be destroyed by those infuriated demons, who watched to shoot him for no crime only loving the government under which he had always lived. It would make your ears and the ears of every true Vermonter burn with indignant horror, to listen to those tales of woe and suffering that those patriots pass through,-you can find them by scores, if not by hundreds in every part of Kansas, eking out a bare subsistence for their families who have escaped from the bloody fangs of Secession. Hear from this pious man's lips-well attested facts:-A neighboring physician, a quiet, unobtrusive man, and withal a slave-holder, said he would have his right arm torn off before he would fight for the Southern Confederacy against his country.-Those fiends shot him and left him weltering in his blood, then fired his house and burnt his body up with it, and whether he was quite dead ere the fire reached him is more than his neighbors can tell. Another neighbor, a woman, they shot in the presence of her husband, who died the next day. Others started to flee, and were shot on the road, and left unburied. Union men are shot down like dogs, and their property destroyed in almost every part of Missouri. Four or five men whose families live at Black Jack, about 5 miles from here, were shot a few days since, near Independence, Mo.
     Please say to our friends that Mr. Lovejoy is stationed the present Conference year, at Wyandotte City, a beautiful city about two miles from Kansas City, Mo., where so many bloody tragedies have been enacted during the present war. Our family remain at Baldwin City for a time.
     This is quite a dry season in Kansas, but farmers have got an immense amount of crops, of different kinds. Provisions low-flour, $5 per bbl; corn, 20 cts. per bushel; butter, 8 cts. per lb; eggs, 6 cts per doz; potatoes 5 cts per bush; extra 20 cts; ham, 6 cts; pork, 3 or 4 cts.

Kansas City, Mo., the same day they journeyed together, and I have great fears for the safety of Mr. L. as he is stationed the present Conference year, at Wyandotte City which is only two miles from Kansas City, Our family will remain for the year at Baldwin City, Douglas Co., which is our P. O. address. The weather is very dry and unless we soon have rain, crops will come in very light. There is an immense breadth of land planted and sown, Wheat is harvested and a fair crop, Garden vegetables light--quite a failure on account of the drought, in some places. We have had green corn for weeks past, The prices current are as follows: Flour $5 per bbl; corn 15 cents per bushel; butter 8 cents per pound; eggs 6 cents per doz; ham 5 and 6 cents per pound; pork, 3 and 4 cents; beef, 3 and 4 cents per pound; working oxen, 50 and 60 dollars; good cows, 10 and 12 dollars. We write this for the farmers of N. H. Heaven bless the dear old Granite State, and may her soldier-sons take the lead in striking the death-blow to the great cause of this rebellion.

long, O Lord, how long" must this state of things continue? This Quantrell, who is a second Nero, or fiend rather, in point of cruelty, was Charles Hart, formerly of Lawrence, Kansas, with whom Mr, Lovejoy was acquainted during our troubles in 1856 and '57. At the recent capture of Independence, Mo., four of our neighbors fought to the last, and refused to surrender until overpowered by numbers, and all were wounded-two severely, Capt. Thomas, of Independence, Quantrell shot dead and then kicked his body repeatedly. Capt. Thomas was a Methodist preacher, and had been a member of the Mo. Conference. About that time, Quantrell and his band murdered a man, in presence of his own son, and said, "Go back to Kansas city, and tell the people you saw Quantrell kill your father," We could not sum up the horrid murders committed by this notorious guerrilla leader and his band, who have eluded the vigilance of thousands who have been on their track, from every point of the compass, for months past. A woman, who bears the sobriquet of Nancy Slaughter, seated on one of the fleetest horses, accompanies this wretch on his bloody perigrinations. She is a "grass widow," and strange as it may seem, is the daughter of a respectable man now living in Kansas, A few weeks since, says the Lawrence Republican, he murdered Judge Paine, of Burlingame, and a man living with him, Quantrell sent one of his party on ahead, who pretended to be a weary traveler, and called for some whisky; the Judge went to his store to get some, when the party rushed upon him and shot him, and tumbled his body into the cellar -shot the other man and threw him also into the cellar, and then set fire to the building; the hired man crawled out of the cellarwindow, but afterwards died; the remains of the Judge were partially consumed with the building. You are aware that Olathe is the county seat of Johnson Co., and is a place of considerable importance. It was our field of labor two years since, and Mr, L, has passed through the place going to and returning from Wyandotte, his present charge, during the summer.
Amid the clangor of war, we have glorious news of the triumphant march of the Prince of Peace, A camp meeting commenced at Centropolis [Franklin county], some three weeks since, and after formally closing the meeting at the expiration of the first week, such was the wonderful display of the power of God that it commenced again, and last night Mr. L. preached on the ground, and there were many new cases of individuals in the altar for prayers, and the work was progressing with unabated interest, We were there

two weeks since, and the altar was well filled with seekers, and those who were endeavoring to point them to the Lamb of God, From fifty to seventy found peace in believing. Many leave for their homes, so that it is difficult to number Israel. A number of young men came there to get religion who had enlisted in the army, and we heard their testimonies that Christ had sealed a pardon on their hearts, This is what our young men want, to shield them from the corruptions of camp life and prepare them to fall in defense of their country.
A camp meeting commences next week, on the University grounds, at Baldwin City, and we will endeavor to tell our New England friends the result of the meeting, Our school in this place has flourished beyond the most sanguine expectations of its friends, having the last quarter sixty students.

chattels, and so was also the family of his steward, "bag and baggage" for Baldwin City to find home for the remainder of the year, if "Quantrell" does not pay us a visit, as we are expecting a "surprise," and I trust our citizens will be prepared to receive so distinguished a guest.
     Report came to town last night that a terrible battle had been fought in the vicinity of Fort Scott, in Linn County Kansas, and the first Messenger said "7,000 of our troops have been taken prisoners;" the last report was to the effect that the Federal arms were victorious; God grant that the latter may be confirmed. O, the terrible suspense, that shrouds some aching hearts in our midst, who have husbands and fathers in that Division of the Army, We met a little boy, the son of a Methodist preacher, as we were returning from town, (whither we had been to administer the holy sacrament to a dying woman) and said he, "Pa is now, we are afraid a prisoner." The sons of two of our neighbors were in the late battle at "Harper's Ferry" and Antitiem. One, the son of Rev. N. Taylor, ex-Presiding Elder, the other of our good Methodist, Dr. Dollars, and oh, these pale-faced mothers with their quivering lips, tell a tale of heart-agony, such as thousands of mothers can now tell in our suffering Country. Missives came, one, two, three, after the terrible battle began, then all was silent as the grave, Not a word to tell their fate. 0t Bro. Webster, can you fail to see that this war is the exact fulfillment of prophecy, as plain as can be spelled out to human intellect, and the different phases it has assumed and is assuming, seems clear to my own mind that it is the great battle of "Armagedden," in the Apocalypse, and we are very near the final consumation of time, Why Sir, there are to day probably, ten thousand God-fearing, praying men in our army, battling for the right, and if this does not look like the camp of the saints, that regiment of Methodist preachers that made me shout out-right, when I read of their patriotic zeal, is a photograph of one, I disclaim all sympathy with "Millerism," [149] and its errors long since exploded, but I do believe from the "signs of the times" that the sound of the "Bridegroom cometh" is issued, and the "Great day of God Almighty," is just at hand,
Our late camp meeting in this place, was a glorious success,

Twelve have already united with the Church as fruits of the meeting, and it is a difficult matter, here in the "far West," to tell the number of conversions at such meetings there are so many comers and goers. General [J, M.] Chivington, late Presiding Elder of the Rocky Mountain District, who with his command has accomplished such wonders of late in New Mexico, was present and preached from the stand in his regimentals, His persuasive eloquence, and clear, ringing stentorian voice swayed the multitude like a Western tornado, as it bends its massive oaks, The work of God is still going on, and we have meetings almost every night.
News came to Paola where the eleventh [Twelfth] Kansas regiment now rendezvous, that "Quantrell," was at Gardner, twelve miles from here, Sunday morning, and the soldiers who were horseless, pressed those belonging to the citizens, about one hundred of them, and started in pursuit. People who came to Church had their horses taken from their waggons, and they left in the streets. Charles, who is now Adjutant of this regiment, (late Quartermaster,) was awakened one night last week and called from his room by two men, who apologized when they found their mistake,"he was not the man they wanted." They went to another room, called out two men who started off with them in the night. The next morning our class-leader's son, who is a soldier there, went into a piece of woods near by and saw a human hand protruding from a hastily dug grave, and there was one of the men dead, shot through the head, that they had called from their bed, Such is life in the army.

This is God's own work in answer to the prayers of his people, and he shall have all the glory.
     There are now between eighty and one hundred students, ladies and gentlemen, in attendance at "Baker University," and a number have been converted during this revival, and we are expecting that at the close of the present term, as they will scatter in different directions to their homes, and bear with them the "impress of Jesus" received here, that others will be led to Christ through their faithful "personal effort." This is a very interesting and important field of labor, having the families of a dozen Methodist preachers to worship with us on the Sabbath, and usually from six to eight ministers of the Methodist Episcopal Church, members of our congregation, who are located here that their families may enjoy the benefit of school. Mr, LOVejoy was called from his field of labor to become their pastor immediately after the death of the lamented Prof. [T. H.] Mudge, and we are hoping that hundreds of names will be enrolled in the sheaf, to be borne from this charge, who will all be found at the last day written in the Book of Life. The Conference which meets at Lawrence next March, will not be under the necessity of convening in a big tent as in 1857, but in a house owned by the Methodist Episcopal Church, though not entirely free from debt.
The Kansas troops have won laurels recently in Tennessee and Arkansas, Report says: "Quantrell has recently returned from the latter place with several hundred men, designing to make another raid into Kansas," The rumor needs confirmation. We learn this week that the Kansas 12th, with which our son is connected, has been ordered to Arkansas to re-enforce General [James G.] Blunt, and from thence to Vicksburg, Mississippi. Who can number up the bleeding, anxious hearts in our midst who have husbands and sons in the army? Whilst we worshiped night before last, the sad tidings went from lip to lip, "Coffran is killedl" fell pierced by a shell and died instantly at the late battle of Fredericksburg. He was son-in-law of Ex-Presiding Elder Taylor, a neighbor of ours, and his grief-stricken wife and four helpless little ones are with us in untold agony. At the same hour we received a missive, stating that Mr, Lovejoy's youngest brother, a steward and class leader from Old Landaff Circuit, N, H. Conference, was in the same terrible fight, and escaped unscathed, with two bullet holes through his pants, and another struck his rifle, but God spared him and permitted another relative youth to fall in the same rank by a murder-

ous shell. May God sustain the bereaved family. We bespeak the prayers of our dear brethren and sisters, with whom we have formerly labored, and wept and rejoiced, that God will take care of our dear sons that we have laid on the altar of our distracted nation, and bring them back to our arms again unpolluted by the corruptions of camp life, and that our dear boy may again stand on the walls of Zion to blow the gospel trump let]. We have known of but few cases of sickness in Kansas the present year, save a number of cases of diphtheria in this locality, and at one time forty cases of small pox in the Kansas 12th, not one of which proved fatal.

equal with your own, whose lips are forever sealed to soul-communion, or the interchange of thought, only by silent sign, words or hieroglyphics, and suppose these were your sons and daughters, allied by the strongest ties of consanguinity, who, for no act of their own, must grope along life's dreary way, unheeded by no glimmering ray from science, but doomed in mantal darkness to live and die? Fancy one of these, the bosom partner, of life's joys and sorrows, as is literally the case with the accomplished lady of Professor Emery, and the mother of two interesting children, Mrs, E., we learn, has almost from childhood been a mute, though well educated and intelligent, conducting herself with lady-like propriety, and entertaining her visitors, in "conversational style," with slate and pencil, with remarkable tact. She writes rapidly, and her chirography is elegant, and orthography might possibly compare favorably with some of our wisest and best statesmen high in office.
     We have not been initiated into the mysteries of "mute language," but from what we witnessed of their unpremeditated performances, we should judge the mutes had made as great proficiency in booklearning, as their parents or guardians had a right to expect; and to prove that these performances were not parrot-like, the indefatigable Professor gave us leave to introduce what subject, or rather objects, we pleased, within their capacity, and the various objects, were with suprising facility written upon the "black-boards." These mutes (as we have also observed in those blind from birth or through a series of years), seemed gifted with a kind of instinctive knowledge, far superior to those who are gifted with the power of speech, and recognize a look, or a sign as readily as the loquacious do the well-known voice of a friend. Now, gentlemen, we ask your influence, your patronage, your money, to aid this worthy Institute, which is poor, very poor, and no resources, unless your clemency and sympathy provide them, as the parents of the children, now in attendance, are scarcely able to defray the actual expenses of board, for which the benevolent Principal informed us, he charged only about half the sum required for the students of his next door neighbor "Baker University." We earnestly hope the present Legislature will appropriate no meager sum to this God-like enterprise, "but devise liberal things,"

healthy, to defend their country from the usurpation of Southern despots. Exposure in camp life or on the battle field, in a few short months has fastened upon them disease of which they may never hope to be freed, and many, alas, will never reach their homes. Alas, how many desolated homes ape the fruits of this cruel war. In conversing with these noble sons of freedom, I was deeply impressed with the patriotic zeal and patience they manifested in their sufferings. No words of complaint escaped their lips, In the large crowd of sufferers waiting to get aboard or to be carried, I saw a lady standing by an emaciated form, on whose countenance was the picture of deep sorrow, I approached to say a word of comfort, I found her to be the wife of the suffering individual who sat at her feet on his haversack, wasted to a skeleton, and who to all appearance could not live long. That wife had come all the way from Northern Iowa to attend upon that sick husband and accompany him home, if it was possible to get him there. Another, was brought in to the public house where I stopped, being taken by his friends to his home in Iowa; but alas! he meets that weeping wife and children, who are anxiously waiting his arrival no more, for in a few hours he closes his eyes in death, But I must stop, for there is no end, it would seem, to these tales of woe.
There is another subject of interest to the northern people, on which I would say a few words. On yesterday I met with the chaplains who are now at this post, to counsel, as to the best way of accomplishing good, and prosecuting our responsible work as chap lains in our Country's service. From the chaplain who has in charge the "contrabands," at this post, we learned the following facts, There are now in this department, twenty-five thousands of these colored people, and at this place twenty-five hundred. Fifteen hundred of whom are hired out to the Government for various purposes, and are receiving wages. One thousand are in camp at this place, under the care of white men. A school has been opened among them which is well attended, and promises much, Scholars learn rapidly, A large garden of one hundred acres, is put in cultivation, to raise vegetables for the army, &c.
     A farm is opened on which these colored hands are employed and one thousand acres of cotton is being planted
     Steps are now being taken by which every man able to bear arms is to be mustered into the U, S, service, under white officers. One company is now organized, Those not able to go into the service

are to be employed on the farm, These people are receiving larger donations from the benevolent, mostly from the Quaker, or Friends which is distributed among them. The donations are mostly in clothing, Most of these colored people owing to the manner of their treatment as slaves know nothing of taking care [of] themselves, any more than children; and we learned that one object of those who had them in charge, was, to teach them lessons of self-reliance, which we conceive to be the true policy. It is evident from all that we can learn there is a hopeful, yea, glorious future for this long oppressed and degraded people. Quite a force moved southwest from this place last week, and some thirty miles out, their advance guard met the enemy; a skirmish ensued, and the union forces fell back a few miles, as the enemy greatly outnumbered them. A strong reinforcement has been sent out, No doubt a battle has been fought, or will be soon. There is much anxiety here to hear the result. May God speed the right.

line, [156] two miles off, and there our men, hundreds of whom were galloping over the prairies in every direction, headed them off from Baldwin City and Prairie City, both of which they had designed to burn, and murder the inhabitants. These soldiers had learned their intentions, and lead followed them from Kansas City, Mo., thirty miles, and traced them by the smoke of the burning buildings after they left Lawrence, and headed them just the moment they were to burn our city; and had it not been for the promptness of these troops, who had ridden until a number of their horses fell dead in the road, our beautiful University Building would today be a ]leap of ruins. At Prairie City our company of troops and citizens had augmented to 800 or 1,000 men. [157] Our men chased them, loading and firing, to Paola, twenty-five miles, killing seven of them on the road, and not one of our boys killed. Then Quantrell's band broke and run into the woods and cornfields, and up to midnight last night they had killed twenty of them, and were still chasing them in Missouri.
     Our son and a near neighbor are amongst the missing ones, though they may be in the large army that ape now in pursuit. But hark] the report of a pistol; I drop the pen; a company of horsemen just returning. "Where's my boy?" "All safe, we hope, but has gone in command of the troops that are still chasing Quantrell in Missouri. Heaven protect him and bring him safe to his mother."
     Up to last night, one hundred and twenty had been found and buried in Lawrence, and it was thought that from 150 to 200 had been killed, [158] and many burnt up in the great Free State Hotel [159] and their remains are buried beneath the rubbish. There were a great many guests and boarders in the house, and as they rushed out they shot them down, and threw their bodies back into the fire. One neighbor saw a pile of charred bodies yesterday, some with their whiskers and hair burnt off, and their boots partly burned; and he heard one man speak for 75 coffins, and his opinion was that 250 at least were murdered in Lawrence. Quantrell intended to butcher every man there, but some escaped in woman's apparel, and others concealed themselves.

     Gen. Lane ran out of the back door as they entered the front door, and escaped, although they burnt his house; he is after them now, and says "he will follow them to............, but what he'll have the last one of them." His house was a beautiful and superb brick house, just built. Major [Geo. W.] Collamore, well known in Boston, secreted himself in a well and was smothered to death by the smoke of burning buildings. One lady threw her arms around her husband, and begged of them to spare his life. They rested the pistol on her arm as it was around his body, and shot him dead, and the fire from the pistol burnt the sleeve of her dress. Mrs. Reed [Mrs. F. W. Read?] put out the fire six times to save her house, and they would fire it anew, but she by almost superhuman exertions saved it. Mrs. Fisher, wife of the Rev. H. D. Fisher, of the Kansas Conference, formerly of the Pittsburg, now chaplain of the Sixth Kansas Regiment, [160] a spunky little Dutch-Irish woman from Pennsylvania, by her own exertion saved the L part of her house, whilst the front, a splendid new brick establishment, was burnt, worth $2,000 probably. All the business houses, banks, stores, &., in the city were robbed and burned save one, and the most of the business men killed. It is estimated that half a million in money has been carried off.
     Rev. Mr. [S. S.] Snyder, Presiding Elder on the Lawrence District, (United Brethren) who had been in Kansas since 1855, and one of the best men in the State, living about half a mile from the city on his farm, was killed, and his house burnt. Five men were killed in front of Bro. [G. W.] Paddock's house, pastor of the Methodist Episcopal Church. Although seven of our preachers were in Lawrence, not one of them was killed, but five lay members were murdered. Such a day of mourning as was yesterday never dawned upon Kansas. The air was dense with the smoke of burning buildings, and the prince of darkness and his allies never devised greater schemes of cruelty, to throw back half-murdered victims into the flames and roast them l Their death in a number of instances were signally avenged.
     A number of children were killed, but the excitement is so intense it is difficult to find out the particulars. Between Lawrence and Brookline they compelled a woman, with her neighbors' houses burning all around her, to swear "secesh," and then get the whole gang breakfast; then passing along they soon burnt a church, and

shot the Dunkard preacher, [the Reverend Rothrock,] [161] putting seven balls in his neck.
     I used to wonder, Mr. Editor, how Charlotte Corday, a delicate lady of fine sensibility, could nerve her arm to plunge her dagger up to the hilt in the heart of the detestable Murat, but I did not wonder a bit when I stood in the door and saw those houses lighting up with their lurid glare the surrounding country, and looked every moment to see the cutthroat villians ascending the bluff whose crest is crowned by Forest Lodge.

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     Chaplain Lovejoy, in addition to his duties at this post, is teaching a colored school, with some eighty names enrolled of all grades, men, women, and children, and also an evening school composed of men who labor during the day and can find no other time to learn to read. Our own peculiar work is teaching the whites in a day school and a separate school of colored in the evening, and we have never found in New England or elsewhere children with such ambition to excel, nor those who make such rapid proficiency in so short a time. The most who commenced with the alphabet now read in "easy lessons," and I have one old Aunt Sally now learning her A, B, C's, who must have been a slave, judging from her physical contour, at least 60 years, and how her eyes danced with joy when she could spell A, X, ax. They are deplorably ignorant of everything but hard fare, hard labor, and the overseer's lash; and on the back and shoulders of our washwoman, I could lay my finger into the scars of the deep-cut gashes of the slave-driver's whip, for failing to make up her quota of cotton picking. Slavery, accursed of God and humanity, how art thou fallen from thy lofty estatel
     The Methodist Episcopal Church, South, which has been first and foremost in riveting the chains of the slave, is now doomed, forever doomed, to utter extinction, without a forlorn hope to rise from her utter degradation; for the curse of the Most High is upon her, . . .
     The entire South will in our humble opinion be missionary ground, for not one in perhaps twenty or more of the white inhabitants can read or write. We had heard of their ignorance before, but were unprepared to credit what we have found true, and we strongly desire if the climate in summer should agree with our constitution, to return and labor here as a teacher and life-long missionary of the cross.

routine in the post hospital, with a flourishing school of both whites and colored, when, lo! the orders from the commanding general come in quick succession, "To-morrow remove this hospital, with every appurtenance thereof, and all the sick and wounded, to Memphis, Tenn.;" and ere the morning's dawn there was one universal clatter throughout the mammoth establishment, and cars were loaded with their precious freight of brave men with no legs, and men with mended legs, all splintered and bandaged, and men with almost sightless eyes, and maimed and battered in various ways; all for patriotism that glowed in their mangled forms; and not from one have I heard (as I have stood by their cot endeavoring by acts and words to assuage their anguish) the expression, wrung from their lips in their keenest agony, O that I had not laid my life on my country's altar; but the sentiments expressed by a young man about twenty years of age, who was applying a sticking plaster to a bullet-hole in his breast, where a minnie ball had entered, coming out at his back, and whom I was endeavoring to console with these words, "Young man, you will henceforth be a pensioner on the bounty of this country." He interrupted me with, "I don't want a pension; I want to live long enough to meet the rebs once more in battle, and draw a bead on the man who put his bullet through me, for I know the man."
     In connection with the removal of the hospital, was another order from headquarters, "The 7th Kansas Cavalry are ordered without delay to report to Leavenworth, Kansas; and Corinth, Miss., is ordered to be evacuated and burned forthwith," which order has been executed, and to-day Corinth is in ruins.
     Memphis, Tenn., ninety miles from Corinth, is the most beautiful and healthy of all the cities in the South we have yet visited, and so captivated were we with the city and its environs, after a week's sojourn, that we hope at no distant day to dispatch greetings to Zion's Herald, dated "Memphis, Tenn." The Kansas 7th were obliged to wait a week at Memphis to get transportation to Cairo, Ill., for every boat that ploughs the turbid waters of the Mississippi, above Memphis, had been seized by government and pressed into the service of transporting troops down the river; but to what point none but those in the secret were permitted to know; and during our stay 15,000 or 20,000 had collected, and it was a grand sight to behold that line of transports anchored at the foot of the bluff, or rather succession of bluffs on which. Memphis is built, and to see regiment after regiment like an unbroken thread file past us and

throng the gangways of the boats, and then like swarms of bees darken every part of the rigging as they filled the boat quite to the stern; and tears fell thick as rain drops for the mothers at home, from at least two pairs of eyes, for many of those stalwart forms will fill a Southern grave. And there too lay the sullen-looking gunboats, growling like so many angry mastiff's impatient for their prey, as they belched forth huge volumes of smoke, with guns of heavy calibre peering from every port-hole; and, sir, were it not that Heaven is merciful and long-suffering to guilty man, the oaths and curses that fell from the lips of profane captains of steamboats during that eventful week, as each boat was taken possession of against their remonstrances and filled with troops, would suffice to sink the whole river craft to the bottom of woe. The Belle Memphis, one of the most splendid boats that ply on the waters of the Mississippi River, was at last secured for the special benefit of the Kansas 7th, and the night previous to her leaving the wharves at Memphis she was packed literally with living freight, and some conjectured there were over 1,500 souls on board, including the Kansas and part of one Ohio Regiment, and the families of numerous officers and soldiers who had left with the Southern expedition, and had sent their families to their Northern homes. We never felt more forcibly these words, "On what a slender thread, Hang everlasting things," than during those two days and nights on board that crammed boat, her hold packed with cotton, with the shocking incidents of the burning of the Sunny-Side in the same waters so recently, and our boat throwing fire from her chimneys so that the deck once caught fire and blazed, and almost every combustible matter on the upper deck, even the soldiers' hats, overcoats and blankets caught fire, so that numbers were entirely ruined, and in repeated instances the fires in the bedding could not be extinguished, and they were committed to the deep a flaming mass; and many a soldier cast a last lingering look at the remnant of his pallet, as it smoked in the wake of the boat and then disappeared, like all sub-lunary enjoyments, forever.
     But would you believe, Mr. Editor, that even then, when some watchful ones were turning pale with fear, and the soldiers were shouting from the deck, "Fire, fire," that a dance was proposed in the cabin, and entered into with a zest, even by some who had once borne the profession of Christianity and worn the badge of Christ's disciples!.

Wives participated, whose husbands had but just bid them farewell as they joined the fleet that was to sail the following day, and many of them their eyes had beheld for the last time. Deep-seated sorrow, how easily art thou dissipated by mirth, in a volatile spiritl We had retired to our state-room to sing oldfashioned Methodist hymns, strangely contrasted with the violin and guitar at the door entrance, when the chaplain knocks for admittance, and says, "Please hand Bro. North his Bible from his carpet-bag; he wants to search the word of the Lord as he has been wont to do at the close of each day at home or abroad." Some of your readers will remember C. C. North, of New York city, who has in the Advocate and other religious periodicals given us such interesting communications from his classic pen, and whom God will assuredly honor, for he honors God by dispensing his bounty on a Mississippi River boat, by aiding poor soldiers' families in need, and in a giddy throng hies to the Fountain Head for the all-soothing balm for a disturbed spirit. At Cairo, Ill., our officers, after a delay of a number of days, succeeded in chartering a train of cars of sufficient numbers to transport horses, baggage, regiment and all connected therewith, as far as Quincy, Ill.
     If your readers ask for a description of Cairo and its surroundings, we would answer, fancy a town built on a foul morass, with almost every house labeled "Hotel," the streets barricaded by mud, the sidewalks on stilts, and fever and ague, and mosquitoes in mosquito time, and we opine these would make one with prospective proclivities have the night-mare, in solving the problem whether cause is sure to follow effect, or visa versa. We hasted to shake the mud from our feet as we joyfully climbed the steps of the cars, the foremost of which was appropriated to the officers, and we doubt if a larger number of cars were ever connected with one Western train, and whilst one locomotive puffed before, another pushed and snorted in the rear, And it must have been an unusual sight to the loyal towns in Illinois to elicit such huzzas and the waving of flags and handkerchiefs as we swept along, our band of musicians on board in the meantime playing Yankee Doodle; even old, greyheaded ladies would hasten to the gate and wave a napkin or an apron, and cheer us lustily, no doubt letting fall a tear at the remembrance of some loved son in the army, or who had fallen on the battle-field. Silence plainer than words told us when we reached a copperhead town, or a hotel with a copperhead for a landlord, one of which charged the soldiers 75 cents per meal, and at the same

time charged citizens 50 cents, but he was compelled to refund all the money, and in the most ludicrous manner scatter his cigars broadcast among the greedy smokers. The ladies in the place got wind of the matter, and in less than an hour had a load of apples and food of one kind and another to feed them at the depot, till they reached another stopping-place, which proved to be copperhead of the biting character, for some of the soldiers had their overcoats stolen, and in the interim the losers gathered up all the hats they could find and made for the cars, some wearing two or three hats apiece, one above another.
     Electricity out-travels steam, and the tell-tale wires had told the citizens of Leavenworth that the "jayhawk regiment" would soon be in their streets. This was enough, and the city corporation voted $800 to give them a grand reception and supper, which was on a magnificent scale, for the ovation began as soon as the "jay-hawkers" crossed the river at the ferriage. There a large delegation of mounted officers met and escorted them to the fort, amid the booming of cannon and almost deafening demonstrations of joy, and the day following was a gala-day throughout the city, and was ushered by the firing of cannon; and as the long cavalcade of military officers and soldiers formed at the fort, two miles from town, it was a grand and imposing sight as they marched from street to street, with banners flying, flags streaming from house tops and windows, martial music discoursing patriotic airs as cheer after cheer rent the air. They had dearly earned the laurels that the Kansians with right good will gratefully placed upon their brow, for nearly three years of hard service in the field had told upon their ranks, though oft replenished by new recruits; and, alasl how many were left amid the miasmatic swamps of Mississippi and Alabama. Gen. [C. R.] Jennison in that triumphant entry into the city headed the procession on a richly caparisoned horse, who seemed to understand the pomp and pride of war as well as his rider; and there too rode the youthful Major [Francis M.] Malone, the pet of his regiment, of whose exploits they are justly proud. Not six weeks previous to that eventful day, when under full headway in a cavalry charge on the enemy in Mississippi, both horse and rider found themselves in a trice at the bottom of a dry well thirty feet deep. The horse was killed in the descent, but the rider escaped-not unscratched, how ever, and unbruised. When the history of this war shall have been written by an impartial historian, it will no doubt be found that the "jay-hawkers," that have so long been a terror to border ruffians in

Missouri and the rebels of Mississippi and Alabama, have exceeded all other Western regiments in daring exploits and continuous skirmishing and hard toil, being almost constantly in the saddle in pursuit of the enemy. We speak not here, nor need we, of the morality of the regiment, for there is room for improvement in this respect as well as in other regiments which have so long been severed from the restraining influence of home.
     We have already trespassed upon your patience and the space allotted to correspondents in your excellent paper, and you can curtail or retrench with pen and scissors to your liking, or kindle a fire some cold morning in your stove, with these hastily-penned jottings, and the world will still move along.

of days, we passed on. I will call this afternoon, at the publick house where he stops to see him. I expect to draw one or two Hospital tents to-day for the purpose of haveing them to hold meetings in. I think I can get them. The Col. appears willing to aid me in any thing I desi[g]n, to prosicute my work as Chap[lain].
     As I wrote you in my last, we have had much sickness among our new recruits mostly. Four have died who have been taken to the Hospital in town two with the small Pox. Another has just been taken out of Camp with vereloyed. Over 20 of our men are in the Hospital in town. . . . Since I have been here I have been living in the past, in thought. What a changing&checkered life ours has been. Will it appear in the great day that any seed sown by us, has borne fruit unto eternal life? It does now appear to me that in many instances, to accomplish our great mission, we have taken it by the hardest (way),&I feel if I live to the end of the war, I will live an independent life. to do good the rest of my days.
     As to the state of the war, you will learn by the papers, that our army under Banks,&in N. C. has met with some reverses as well as at Fort Pillow. The enemy are take[ing] advantage of our men be[ing] absent on furlough but the clouds are thickening, and the most desperet fighting of the war will be in the course of a few weeks. Should Grant fail as all others have done, before Richmond, it will be an awful disaster to the American people. I think however his campaign will be so planned&his force sufficiently strong to accomplish his purpose,&if so it will use up the rebellion. There appears to be great hopefulness with those who are better informed. Heaven spead the right.
     At the Lodge meeting last night, I had a card sent me with the compliments of a young Mrs. Robinson, who formed my acquaintance in a Lodge of g[ood] T[emplars] at Sumner also I met with Bro. Keefers (?) son, [165] who is in the City on detached servis. His Regiment], is on Provo duty at Alton, Ill. You see by the date of this we are yet in St. Louis,&it is uncertain how long we remain here. There are some six Reg. here to be supplied with horses&our [s] is about the last. One Reg. has got their horses&leave tomorrow. Horses, I understand, are now coming in at the rate of about 100 a day. Soon as we get our horses we will go South, it is not known where. So uncertain is life, we may never meet again. Above all let us be ready. I hope dear Irvin will be a good boy,-learn

all the good things he can. You will have many leasure moments that you can learn him. Keep a good lookout&take care of your Pals fruit trees. Has Jack wed out the strawberry bed? He should stake the grape vines in the timbers if he has not done it already. Those chores he can do when it is to wet to ploug. He should not plougt when the ground is wet, it will inger the ground. My love to "Jack"&"Mag." tell them to be good,&do well for me&he will do well for himself. Take good care of the team. I will close this time and go to supper. I would like your company. Good evening.

[On the margin of the letter is written:] Cut out your letter in the Herald&send it I cannot get that no.&any letters of interest. I have a very sore arm, from vasination. It has broak and runs profusely.

the Dr. [Whitehorn] will not let me carry Arthur away from him, so I must trust in God and meet the result. They are preparing to give him (Quantrell) a warm reception with what few men they have left them, and I learn are already fortifying Lawrence. [166] This is the darkest, and least hopeful time, for our Country, since the war commenced, not even excepting the "Bull Run" defeat and if Grant fails before Richmond, like his predecessors, woe, woe, to our Country' Maj. Bradford, who was murdered in that awful massacre, at "Fort Pillow," [167] sent three children to school to me, last winter and the other officers, of the colored troops, I suppose some of them, our personal friends. Charles, is gone [to war] and I fear he will be massacred. I walk the room and groan in agony of spirit before God in his behalf. He does not enjoy religion, as he did, before he went into the Army, but his father is growing more and more devoted and consecrated to God and dead to the love and praise of the world-ready to go, when His Master calls him home. Precious man, how I miss him every day and every where-I send his last letter to you-his arm was sore from vaccination for the "small pox." Expect another letter tomorrow; If he lives to get out of the Army, he does not intend to be trammelled by Con [ference] authority to be confined to any circuit or station, but have a home, somewhere, and travel slow-like and hold protracted meetings and labor to save souls, in any spot and place. He thinks he might have enjoyed life better and his family too, and done more good, had he done so years ago. What he styles in his letter, an independent life, "like Perez Mason," the City Missionary of Boston, or like a "home Missionary" among the Baptists. I am glad to learn there is a prospect of a revival in his Reg. for it is greatly needed. Tell us in your next what Uncle Asahel's house could be bought for, or Gransire Packard's place or what other cozy little place could be bought for in any part of Lebanon, but dont say to any body that "Quantrell" has scared ME out of Kansas, for I may never leave here, but if my house is burned, and all we have destroyed, most certainly, if I live, I want a "shelter" somewhere. The Spring is remarkable backward here- Cold and rainy. Sarah, I got out all my daggueratypes the other day and amongst my own loved dead, there was father, and little Mary, and many others, to

weep over; but O they are at rest, and beyond the terrible realities of this cruel war, that falls upon me so heavily.
     I hope all my brothers and sisters will be good and do right, for life is so short, and eternity so near there is no time nor place for contentions here. I as much believe that the "end of all things is at hand," as I believe I am now writing & love each other, all of you, or you will regret it when it is too late to make amends. You are all dear to me and very dear. Love all the family. Please send this to Colby; I meant to have answered his kind letter, but I have about as much writing as I want to attend to with my other cares, I drop the pen; our next door neighbor has just passed and says "a dispatch" came to Lawrence, last night, that Quantrell was not far from Olathe, Mr. L's old field of labor, and may be here before tomorrow night. I must wait till I get the mail, tomorrow, before I finish this, to see what husband writes. Do answer this at once; and what perilous times thesel Good night. Please tell Colby that money and shawl came safe. I had to pay 2.75 freight on the shawl, because it was sent by "Express." I thank you, father for your kind remembrance of your absent and afflicted daughter. That money, I at once, put out on interest, for my, boys, if I dont need it to buy bread with, or get necessities, of life with I want they should have something from their grandparents.
     Wednesday Morn. I am now in Charles' sitting-room writing on his table whilst Sarah [Charles' wife] is getting. dinner. I walked up here this morning; it is two miles. Charles came home last night will soon go to Little Rock, Ark. I dread to have him go but such is war, and I must submit and can only pray God to protect and save him. He is very healthy and his family well. Please write him any of you. He would be glad to hear from any or all of you, and would answer it. Direct to Baldwin City. He has a splendid residence here, and beautiful grounds, tastefully laid out with a profusion of rare shrubbery. No letter from Mr. Lovejoy today. Glorious news from the Army of the Potomac almost too good to be true. Adieu; Do write immediately, Daniel, Sarah, father and all of you. Pray for us in this hour of our danger. Love to all. Your affectionate daughter and sister,

ting spurs to their horses, and thought of nothing but saving their families by flight. Their return, almost speechless from fright, created a panic such as we have seldom witnessed, even in Kansas, causing a general stampede to the forests for concealment, and the clearing of almost every house of valuables. This was Saturday, the 22d inst., and at an early hour, Sabbath morning, the 23d, Gen. Pleasanton [Gen. Alfred Pleasonton] with a large cavalry force came to the rescue of our troops, and another bloody battle was fought, resulting in a decisive victory to our arms. It was estimated that 600 were killed and wounded of the enemy, 200 taken prisoners, 3 guns taken, and but fifty of our men killed. These battles were fought on the State line, as Price was trying to get into Kansas, and a series of misfortunes have attended this "fugitive from justice," on this "flying tour" through the Southern counties of our unhospitable State, and a telegram has been received that his army is all cut up and wholly demoralized [169] -Generals [John S.] Marmaduke and [W. L.] Cabell prisoners of war-his baggage wagons all taken by our men, save 300 they burnt in despair-their guns captured, and Price, with a shattered remnant, was skulking towards the Arkansas line, with the bold and dashing [Gen. James G.] Blunt, and the fearless "Jim Lane," who delights in such mischief, is following him up, and will have yet the veritable live General, or his scalp, as a trophy of victory.-The latest news is that Lane is bent on securing his prey, and will have it, if it is among the possibilities.