mon gunners; by cavalrymen dismounted, voltigeurs, engineers (for all arms are in this grand melee)--inch by inch, foot by foot, we crowd the Mexican gunners from the battery between us and the gateway. Duncan's artillery is rushed into the abandoned work with a velocity which drives it muzzle to muzzle against the enemy's cannon. "Once more to the breach!"

And by manœuvres which were never dreamed of on pa rade; by tactics which would astound the schools and dis may the martinet; by vaulting from house-top to housetop, squirming from window to window, worming from wall to wall; by soldiers right-face, left-face, back-face, obliqued; by soldiers erect, on their knees, "belly-whapper;" by volleys from cannon in the street, howitzers on the convent; by fusilades from all rifles, all muskets, all revolvers, from all skirmishers, squads, detachments, single men; by bullets from every loop-hole, cover, "coigne of vantage -the riddled garita sullenly yields. The welkin rings with a shout which carries consternation to ten thousand Mexican homes, as the pent-up war went roaring through the pass. The city is ours!

Lieut. Grant Witnessing General Scott's Triumphal Entry into the City of Mexico-What He Sees from the Grand Plaza.

Grant was an interested spectator of that splendid pageant, the culminating felicity of Scott's long military career—his ceremonious entrance, with all the honors, into the City of Mexico.

He sees groups of discharged felons, wearing their tattered mantles with the air of Spanish grandees, grasping their stilettos, and frowning vengeance upon the hated Yankees, who stand between them and universal pillage. He sees the flags floating from the ambassadorial palaces,

and groups of elegantly-attired women behind them, peering through their folds upon the spectacle beneath; and in the balconies the gaudy costume of señor and señorita, gazing with varied emotion upon the begrimed and bronzed soldiery before whose resistless valor has sunk every emblem of their independence and sovereignty. He hears the measured tramp of armed columns, the distant roll of artillery wheels, the clash of arms upon the pavement, the sounding hoofs of horses on the street, the inspiriting burst of "Hail to the Chief," as Worth's veteran warriors, drawn up in line of battle upon the Alameda, salute the passing cavalcade of the general-in-chief. On the Grand Plaza, where, in front of the magnificent cathedral, Quitman's division is presenting arms, Grant beholds, in the full uniform of his rank, escorted by a squadron of dragoons, and half hid by the flashing trappings of his staff, the towering form of that chieftain, who, after storming the strongholds of Mexico and annihilating her armies, alights at the steps of her national palace, conscious desert ennobling his lineaments, and the premonitions of an established fame animating his bosom.

The Science of War-General Scott is Grant's Teacher-Theory vs. Practice.

The qualification for the chief of mighty armies is the science of command itself, which teaches where armies shall be stationed, engagements won, and campaigns conducted. You may con the battles and operations of the most celebrated warriors in biographies; you may learn by heart their war maxims, as you may try to master chess without a competitor, or anatomy and surgery without an operating room; but a century of such fancy drill in these arts will never produce a Morphy, a Mott, or a Napoleon.

I have heard General Grant affirm, says Mr. Deming, that, "when he was first intrusted with high military authority, he knew nothing of strategy except what he had learned by critical observation, upon the spot, of the modes and ex. pedients by which the genius of Scott counterbalanced the intrenched positions and the numerical superiority of the Mexicans."

It is a source of profound gratification that such a model campaign, in all respects, was presented for his study and consideration. It has been justly said of it, that it was conducted with fewer strategical mistakes, with less sacrifice of men, with less devastation in proportion to its victories, and with more fidelity to the established laws and usages of war, than that of any invading general upon record.

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Entering into and a part of this science of command is that genius-born, not made-by which the great masters of the art magnetize every soldier in the ranks. There is something more in war than what Napoleon's maxim asserts "the art of being the strongest." The warrior works with instruments that have souls within them. general may be familiar with all that the books teach of war; he may be expert in every minutia of tactics; he may be accomplished in the theoretical and mechanical parts of strategy; he may have learned all of it which can be taught by study, and also by experience; yet if he lack but one thing this personal ascendency-down to the dust will his banner sink before that antagonist whose sole superiority is the possession of this exalted attribute.

It is this power, which, in the dire extremity, makes one man ten, and a thousand put ten thousand to flight. It was this which Frederick exhibited when his twice ten thousand veterans, inspired by his own genius, vanquished at Rosbach four times ten thousand French and Austrians;

the father and the king exhorting his grenadiers as they
passed into the battle-cloud, "You yourselves know that
there have been no watchings, no fatigues, no sufferings,
no dangers, which I have not steadily shared with you up
to this very hour; and
you now see me ready to die with
you and for you. All that I ask of you, comrades, is that
you return me zeal for zeal and love for love."
power of the four consummate warriors of the race-

It was the

"The science of commanding;

The godlike art of moulding, welding, fettering, banding
The minds of millions till they move like one."

It can not be reasonably doubted that Scott possessed, to a considerable degree, this inspiring quality of eminent generalship; and it is fortunate, that, for so long a period, Grant dwelt so near the source of inspiration that he may have caught the flame; close to the magnet that he may have imbibed a portion of its mysterious power.

GEN. GRANT'S MARRIAGE.

General Grant's Capture of a "Willing Prisoner".
Was Miss Julia "-His Marriage-Social

Life in Detroit.

- Her Name

After his war with the gods, Prometheus-so the story goes was bound to a rock in Caucasus, and an immense vulture sent daily to pounce upon his liver, which grew as fast as it was devoured. His punishment seems to be typical of the tedium which preys upon the mind of the soldier when he passes suddenly from such scenes as Churubusco and Chapultepec to the torpid perceptions and sluggish arterial circulation of a hibernating bear at Fort Desolation.

We never should have heard of Grant, says a friend, after his second imprisonment in one of these dungeons of Despair, but for an incident the most fortunate of his varied

career.

He was allowed by his military superiors to select an associate to share his exile from military activity. His choice fell upon one who deserved all his confidence and love. He carried with him to his monotonous duties cheerfulness and consolation in the person of a bride.

He was married in August, 1848, to Miss Julia T. Dent, the daughter of Frederick Dent, a merchant of St. Louis; and the sister of Frederick T. Dent, a classmate at West Point, who has since risen to the rank of brevet brigadiergeneral, and was the aide of Grant in several engagements, and his assistant secretary of war when he was the head, ad interim, of that department.