shines on the great picture will be red and baleful. Blood will gush on desperate fields—men will fall like dry leaves in the winds of autumn.     

       The crimson torrent will sweep away a whole generation almost—and the Red Cross flag will go down in blood.     

       The current of events will drag us to Petersburg, and those last months which witnessed the final wrestle in this war of the giants.     

       Let us bask in the sunshine, before breasting the storm. The pages of blood and mourning will soon be opened—meanwhile we will laugh.     

       In this June, 1863, faces smile still, and cheers resound. Bugles are ringing, swords clashing, cannon thundering.     

       Lee’s old army is full of ardor, and seventy thousand men shout!       “Pennsylvania! Pennsylvania!”      

  

  

       MOHUN;     

       OR,     

       THE LAST DAYS OF LEE AND HIS PALADINS.     

  

  

       BOOK I. — GETTYSBURG.     

  

  

       I. — THE CAVALRY REVIEW.     

       On a beautiful day of June, 1863, the plains of Culpeper, in Virginia, were the scene of an imposing pageant.     

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