FROM Nashville we have the following:

At the Provost Marshal's office of the good city of Nashville you enter by one door and make your exit by another. The crowd at the first is often intense, and the press to get next to it, so as to enter with the five or six that are admitted at a time, frequently so energetic that the guard has to charge bayonets to keep from being overwhelmed by the eager applicants. Some time since your correspondent was in just such a crowd, and the enthusiasm to enter becoming rather wild, the guard made a vigorous charge and cleared a considerable space in front of the door. One of the foremost, made thus suddenly to change his base, had a bottle of the "creeter" broken in the pocket of his coat-tail, and it flowed in all its potent fragrance on the floor. "Well," said an old veteran near, "I've seen a good many different sort of presses, but I never seed whisky pressed out of a fellow in that fashion afore!"

ONE of our neighboring stations was occupied a short time since by a colored garrison

A RURAL TABLEAU.

with a colored Provost Marshal. Not a man in it, from Marshal down, could read or write. Passes were procured by the applicant's writing it out to suit his wishes, and taking it to the "officer commanding," who would then affix his mark at the foot of the right-hand corner. An acquaintance related to me his experience. Having written his pass, and had it properly "countersigned," he comes to dignified Africanus on picket duty. Picket takes the pass upside down, looks at it carefully, and turning to our friend says, "Sar, dis pass won't do. Dat mark ought to should have been on dit corner!" It took some time to convince him that it was properly made, but after conning it over a second time after it was handed him right side up, he agreed to "let dat man pass."

THE humors of the Navy come out in such jokes as these:

Our excellent gun-boat, the We-no-shepokes-slow, had been out of port quite an extended period. Our mess was the owner of some butter, which, following rules and regulations naval, outranked by seniority all other butter that came upon the ship. While admitting its abstract right to do so, we nevVOL. XXIX.-No. 173-YY*

ertheless voted that it had clearly no right to outrank us to the extent that it did; and consequently various curious chemical processes were detailed, each of which was equal to the task of deceiving us into the belief that the new product would "taste like butter just from the churn." Our caterer, being a man of extensive family experience, had the ear of the mess, and boldly asserted that first washing in diluted chlorid of lime, followed by a cleansing bath of pure water, was an infallible cure. But where should we get the chlorid aforesaid? The doctor was appealed to, who had no chlorid of lime, but had what was just as good-chlorid potassium.

Caterer was not posted on chlorid potassium, but considering the authority good, gave our steward instructions how to manipulate the strong. At dinner-time he brought upon the table two plates in appearance of yellow butter, in reality of beautiful

OUR Irish young lady boarder, or maid-of-all-work, is very knowing. I said to her that I should get some German silver spoons for the kitchen. "Och, and ye hadn't better be gittin' ony o' them kind, for the German washes all out of them, and laves nothin' but the silver."

AN officer in the Eighteenth Missouri mounted infantry sends the two following:

We have a jolly old Captain, who is every thing good and efficient as an officer, a friend, and a gentleman; but he never deemed a close study of the dictionary as essential to getting a living or subduing this wicked rebellion. One hot day the Captain, floating around, sat down under the arbor in front of my tent, and, picking up a late paper, commenced to read aloud the heading of the telegraphic column as follows:"Repulse-of-a-sortie-at-Charleston." Says he:

"Sortie? Sortie? A. Sortie? Cap, have the rebels any general by the name of A. Sortie ?" "Certainly," said I; "I've heard of old Sortie frequently."

THE Captain is a very obliging gentleman, and not long ago, lying under a tree, after a halt, I was feverish and sick. Seeing the Captain passing in the direction of the Surgeon's tree I asked him to be kind enough to tell the Doctor to send me a strong Seidlitz powder or its equivalent. "Certainly," said the Captain; and going straight to the Doctor's he addressed him thus: "Doctor, Captain is very sick, and wants you to send him a Seidlitz powder. Yes, and ef you hain't any, send him some quivalent."

IN Carlisle, Pennsylvania, lives a negro by the name of Jim Black, and who is as black as his name would

Jim owns a cart, and having harness made to fit himself, acts the part of a horse, and does considerable carting for people. Upon one occasion John B. Noble, a butcher, better known as Beefy Noble, employed him to cart a load of beef to market. As he was proceeding with the load along Main Street the cars passed. Imagining himself a horse, he took fright, ran away, upsetting the cart, and turning its contents on the street. After making the circuit of several squares he was stopped. with eyes and nostrils dilated, and snorting in imitation of a horse. It is needless to say that Beefy never again employed him.

THE principal part of the inhabitants of St. George are directly or indirectly engaged in the fishing business. A worthy minister, going about seeking for "a call," came to St. George. In his sermon, speaking of the Saviour, he said, "He had no pride; he treated alike the rich and poor, the high and low; he even condescended to take for companions poor, mean fishermen, the most degraded class of people on the face of the earth." The minister went away from St. George wondering why he got no "call."