Corny Passford was exchanged, and sent back to the South a year ago or more; and I have no idea what has become of him since." After breakfast Christy packed his valise, where he placed the new uniform in which he intended to present himself on the quarter-deck of the Bronx.

The carriage was at the door to convey him to the railroad station.

The parting was not less tender than it had been on former similar occasions, and Mrs.Passford preferred that it should be in the house rather than at the railroad station, in the presence of curious observers.

Many tears were shed after the carriage drove off, for the patriotic young man might find a grave in southern soil, or beneath southern waters.
The young lieutenant choked down his emotions, and tried to think of the future; his case was not different from that of hundreds of thousands of others who had gone forth to fight the battles of their country, many thousands of whom slumber in hallowed graves far away from home and friends.

As the train moved on towards the great city, he obtained the command of his emotions, and felt a new inspiration of patriotic ardor.
On his arrival in New York he hastened across the ferry to the navy-yard.