A Letter From Our Captain.

A letter from our old war captain
I received the other day,
Bringing to mind the olden time
When life was young and gay.

And as I read it slowly
Bright memories of youth,
Old comrades laying lowly
Wars stern and awful truth

Even the grand old mountains,
Our boyhoods native home,
Rise grandly up around me
Once more I am little Jerome.

Halcyon days of childhood,
Though filled with war's alarms,
Bring me back the wild wood
And angel mother's arms.

Comrades dear, who have passed away
Long since to the other shore,
The booming canons, the bugle call,
I hear them all once more.

You say my letter did not tire,
But created new-born joys;
That it seemed like getting a letter
From one of your own dear boys.

O captain, if you only knew
How often I've thought of you
Camping on the western plain,
Again I'd be with you.

When you see them, one by one
Give all the boys my love;
Tell them we'll meet again
In the great reunion above.

The above testimonial to the character and integrity of a good man appeared in the Bosque Comet, of Valley Mills, Texas, Thursday, June 20, and was written by a private in Capt. W. P. Sample's company, just after his return from a visit to the captain. Capt. Sample command Co. "I," 22d Virginia Cavalry, which was mustered in June, 1861, and he was in command of the regiment on the day of the surrender, though the 22d did not surrender. Awhile after the war, however, the members of the regiment were summoned to appear at Lebanon, Va, where they surrendered their munitions of war and subscribed to the oath made and provided in such cases. Capt. Sample let the 22d in the last charge it ever made, which was at the battle of High Bridge, Va. He moved to Kentucky from Russell county, Va., and for three years lived on a farm near Ezel. He then moved to Maytown, where he still resides and enjoys the respect of all who have the pleasure of his acquaintance. And that he may live long and prosper is the universal wish of all who know him.