The apprcciation of music was to hiin a lost sense ; thèroualclan'sscoie wag a sealed book. He used to say lie knew only two tunes; ouc was "Yankee Doodle, and the other wasn't In the days when lie was received on all occasions to the music of brass bmuls he would say with mock pride that he really believed lic had added a thlrd tune to liis repertniiv - "Ilail to the ChlefJ" When theheadquarters were pitclicd at City Point, at the time the arm es sat down in front of Richmonrl and Petersburg, a general ollicer who comraanded the brigade statiimecl at that place wantod to do somethinfr that would afford the coinmanding General especial dellght, so he sent the brigade bami over to the headauartera camp lo play while the mess were alnlng. A bout the thlrd evening the General remarked: " l've notieed that that band alwayi begins its ' noise ' just about the time 1 ana r-i t ti i c down to dinner and want to talk." A gtaff (ifflccr at oncewent to suppress it, and sce whether it could be made to obey an order to " eease tirinj;." The liroail-beltcd band-niaster was puffing with all the vigor of a quark medicine advertisement. J lis eyeg were glued to his mnsic, and it was nol so eagy u taak to attract his attention. Like a ipenn whale, he liad (orne up to blow, and was not going to be put down till he had linished; but linally he wiis made to anderstand that, like the band-organ man, be was desired to move on. With a look ot disinheritance on his countenance he marched off ln band to iis camp, feellng that Mozart mul Beethoven had iived in vain. - Gen. Horace Porter, in Harper'a Magazine lor September. Mrs. Julia A. Moore, bdter known as " the sweet sinter ot Ittidlilgaii,'' bas given up poetry and gone into the grigt mili business. Everytliing polnts to u piosperous year In tliis country.