"joe Parsons Of Baltimore."

A oorrespondent of the Transcript, who reoently visitcd Alcxandria, Va , relates the following singular story : We called at one of tho hospitals, where wo met, among othar wouudod soldiers a singular specimen - Joe enlisted in the lst Mar y land regiment, and was plainly a " rough " originally. As we passed along the Iiall wo irst saw bina crouched Bear nu -opau window, lustily singing '-Ini a Lold sol. dier boy," and observing the braad bandago over bis eyes, I suid ; " What's your name, niy gaod fellow?" " Joe, sir," he answured, " Joo Parsons." " And what is the matter with you ? " " Blind, tür, - blind as a bat." " In battle ? " " Yes- at Antietam. Both eyes slot out at one clip." Poor Joe was in the front, at Antiotam Creek ; and a Minie hall had passcd, direotly through his eyes, aoj-oss bis face, destroying bis sight forever. 11e waa but tweuty ycars old ; but he was as happy as a lark ! " It is dreadful," ' I saul " Vva vory thaukful I'm alivo. sir. Ik might ha' beou worne, yer. sec," ho goutinued. And theu he'told lus story. " I was hit," ho said, " and it knock. ed mo down. I lay tliere all niglit, and tbo next day tlic figbt was ronowed. I could stand the pain, yor see, but tbo halls wero flying all round, and I waoted to get away. I couldn't sec uothin' though. So T wait.cd and listened ; and at last I board a feller groaning boyond. me. ' Heilig' says I a rebel ?' ' You'ra a Yankee,' Raid be. ' So I ara,' says I; ' what's the matter with you ? ' ' My leg's smaabed,' says be. ' Can't you walk ? ' Na.' ' Oan you soe ? ' ' Yes.' 1 Well,' says I, 'you're %d- d rebel, will you do me a üttle favor ? ' 'I wilj,' saya he ' cf I ken.' Theu I says, ' well, old butternut, can't see uothin.' My eyes ia knooked out, but I cau't gee nothin.' My eyes is knocked out, but I ken walk. - ■. Come over yere. Let's got out 'o this. - - You p'int the way, and I'll tote ycr off the field, on my back ' 'üully for you ! ' says he. And so we managed to git together. We sbook hands on it. I tool{ a wink outen bis canteen, and ho got oa to my shoulders. I did the walkiu for both' an' he did the navigatiu'. An' ef be didn't make me earry him straight into a rebol coloncl's tent, a mile away, I'm a liar ! Hows'ever, the colonel cum up, and says he, wbure d'ycr oooie froui ! who be yer ? I told h:m, Ho said I was dun for, and could'nt do no more shcoting; and ho sent me over to our Unes. So, after three days, I came down with tho Tr'ounded boys, where we are doing pretty well, all tbings considerod.' But you will never soo the light again, my poor fellow, I suggested sympathetioaly. That's bo ho answered glibly ; but I can't help it, you notice. I did my dootv ; got shot pop in tbc oye ; and tljat'ö my luisfort'n, not my fault ; as the old mau said of his blind hoss. Eut, ' I'm a bold soldier boy," he oontinued, cheerily renowinghis song; and we left him in bis singular merriment. Poor, sightless, unlucky, but stout hearted, Joe Parsons