Oh, when will it end ?--this dreadful, dreadful war!" All were weeping; for all had known and loved the bright, frank, noble-hearted, genial young man.
But Rose presently became more composed, and Mr.Travilla proceeded with the distribution of the remaining letters.
"From Adelaide, doubtless, and I presume containing the same sad news," Mr.Dinsmore said, breaking the seal of another black edged epistle, directed to him.

"Yes, and more," he added, with a groan, as he ran his eye down the page.

"Dick Percival was killed in a skirmish last May; and Enna is a widow.

Poor fellow, I fear he was ill prepared to go." Mr.Travilla had taken up a newspaper.

"Here is an account of that Ball's Bluff affair, which seems to have been very badly managed on the part of the Federals.