Three Years in the Confederate Horse Artillery — George Michael Neese.

October 25 — To-day I was at General A. P. Hill’s infantry camp, to see some of my old friends and acquaintances of ante-bellum days ; they belong to Captain Rice’s New Market Battery, which is connected with A. P. Hill’s corps. While I was in their camp General Pendleton held religious services in the woods, and preached from the seventh chapter and seventeenth verse of John. His sermon was genial, mild, and full of unadorned truth, but the cold, raw northwest wind that swept through the woods and moaned a death song to Autumn with an icy breath through the bare leafless branches of the forest trees, rendered the condition of its reception most too uncomfortable and coolish to properly and fully appreciate the grandeur of its intended virtue.