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 18 who held the lots in his cap, ten of them marked, ”to go," and all the others containing tho fatal words "to remain.” It was a moment of dreadful suspense, and never have I seen the extreme of anxiety so powerfully depicted in the countenancas of human beings, as in the countenances of each of the soldiers' wives who composed that group. One adyanced and drew her ticket, it was against her, and-she retreated sobbing. Another, she succeeded; and giving a loud huzza, ran.off to the distant ranks to embrace her husband. A third came forward with hesitating steps: tears wero already chasing each other down her check, and there was an unnatural paleness on her interesting and youthful.countenance: She put her small hand into the serjeant's cap, aud: I saw by the rise and fall of her bosom even more than her looks revealed. She unrolled the paper, looked upon it, and with a deep groan, fell back and fainted. So intense was the anxiety of every per- son present, that she remained unnoticed, until the tickets had been drawn, and the greater number of the women had left the spot.. I then looked round and beheld her supported by her husband, who was kneeling upon the ground, gazing upon her face, and drying her fast falling tears with his coarse handkerchief, and now and then pressing it to his own manly cheek. Captain Loden advanced towards them. I am sorry, Henry Jenkins," said he, “that fate has been against you ; but bear up and be stout-hearted." “I am so, Captain," said the soldier, as he look- ed up, and passed his rough hand across his face ; but 'tis a hard thing to part from a wife, and she so soon to bo a mother." "Oh! Captain," sobbed the young woman, "as you are both a husband and a father', do not take him from me. I have no friend in the wide world, but one, and will you let him bide with me? oh! take