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War! Oh! how much of misery is expressedin that one word! It tells its owntale of woe, of blood, of broken hearts anddesolated homes, of hopes blighted, of povertyand crime, of plunder, peculation andofficial tyranny, of murder and sudden death.In short, it develops all the baser passionsof the human heart, changing a peacefulworld to a world of woe, over which thedestroying angel well might weep.
Come, oh, thou angel, Peace!
The “Army of the Mississippi,” as it wastermed, had been unsuccessful in their pursuitof the rebel General Price. A portionof it, or rather the division commanded byGeneral Sigel, had advanced from Springfield,Missouri, upon the Wilson creek road,as far as the famous battle-ground renderedimmortal by the death of General Lyon, butfinding no enemy, it had encamped uponGrand Prairie, a few miles to the west ofthe bloody field. All in camp was uponthe “tip-toe of expectation.” The lovelyscene spread out before the view, was sufficientto inspire the heart of man to greatand glorious deeds. The broad, ro