A Real Hero

SirFrancis Doyle, in his " Rermniscenees," tells a story heretofore unpublished, of a hero who took part in our Revolutionary war. flis name was O'Lavery, he was froni Moira, in Ireland, and he held only the rank of corporal. Ha was sent with an officer through a district in South Carolina that was filled with the enemy's troops, to carry a secret dispatch to nis commander. The two men were fired upon by sorue sharp-shooters, and the officer was killed. O Lavery also was wounded, but he took the dispatch from his dead comrade and galloped away. Being still pursued, he bid the dispatch in his wound, in order that if he died it should not be found. H escaped his pursuers. The next day he was found dying within the lines of his own army, and had just strengtb enough to point with a finger to the wound, in wliich was found the dispatch. It does not lessen our admiration of such high devotion to duty to know that the brave corporal fought upon the English side. Not all the rancor and fury of our Revoltionary struggle, or of the civil war, could banish it from the secret consciousness of the men on either side that they were brothers, not aliens. The piukets of the Union and Confedérate armies constantly met and exchanged tobáceo, newspapers and other little tokens of good-will, and shared many a jokt; and meal on the grass together on the eve of the day bef ore they met in deadly strife. A Confedérate officer, writing of the death of Theodore Winthrop, says that so gallant was his hopeless charge that, as he stood wavering for an instant before he feil, his sword-arm raised, urgingon his men, a ringing cheer burst from the Southern soldiery. Now that both wars are long past, we all claim a share in the héroes who fought in them. Whether British or Yankee, Union or Confedérate, they were, beneath all, our kinsmen. -