A Barvest of Death.
SLOWLY, over the misty fields of Gettysburg-as all reluctant to expose their ghastly horrors to the light-eame the sunless morn, after the retreat by Lee's
broken army. Through the shndowy vapors, it was, indeed, a " harvest of death" that was presented; hundreds and thonsands of torn Union and rebel soldiers-
althongh many of the former were already interred-strewed the now quiet fighting ground, soaked by the rain, which for two days had drenched the conntry with
its fitful showers.
battle has been often the suhject of elaborate deseription; but it ean he deseribed in one simple word, deeilisk! and the distorted dend reeall the aneient legends
of men torn in pieces by the savage wantonness of fiends, Swept down without preparation, the shattered bodies fall in all conceivable positions. The rebels
represented in the photograph are without shoes. These were always removed from the feet of the dead on account of the preasing need of the survivors. The pockets
tiurned inside out also show that appropriation did not ocease with the eoverings of the feet. Around is scattered the litter of the battle-field, accoutrements,
ammunition, rage, eups and
nteens,
ackers, haversacks, de., and letters that may tell the name of the owner, although the majority will surely be buried
unknown by strangers, and in a strange land. Killed in the frantie efforts to break the steady lines of an army of patriots, whose heroism only excelled theirs in
motive, they paid with life the price of their treason, and when the wicked strife was finished, found nameless graves, fur from home and kindred.
Such a pieture conveys a useful moral: It shows the blank horror and reality of war, in opposition to its pageantry.
Here are the dreadful details! Let them
aid in preventing snch another calamity fulling upon the nation.
