“For the present, at least, the enemy has fallen back, and your cities are safe.  It is the time for acknowledgments.  I beg leave to make you mine.  When I assumed command, there was nothing to defend you with, except a few half-finished works and some dismounted guns; yet I was confident.  The energies of a great city are boundless; they have only to be aroused, united, and directed.  You were appealed to.  The answer will never be forgotten.  Paris may have seen something like it in her revolutionary days, but the cities of America never did.  Be proud that you have given them an example so splendid.  The most commercial of people, you submitted to a total suspension of business, and without a murmur adopted my principle, ’Citizens for labor, soldiers for battle.’  In coming times, strangers viewing the works on the hills of Newport and Covington will ask, ’Who built these intrenchments?  You can answer, ‘We built them.’  If they ask, ‘Who guarded them?’ you can reply, ‘We helped in thousands.’  If they inquire the result, your answer will be, ’The enemy came and looked at them, and stole away in the night.’  You have won much honor.  Keep your organizations ready to win more.  Hereafter be always prepared to defend yourselves.

  “LEWIS WALLACE,
  “Maj.-Gen’r’l.”

It can safely be claimed for our young General, that he was the moving spirit which inspired and directed the people, and thereby saved Cincinnati and the surrounding cities, and, in the very face of Heath and his victorious horde from Richmond, organized a new and formidable army.  That the citizens fully indorsed this was well exemplified on the occasion of his leading back into the metropolis a number of her volunteer regiments when the danger was over.  They lined the streets, crowded the doors and windows, and filled the air with shouts of applause, in honor of the great work he had done.

In writing this notice of Wallace and the siege, we have had no intention to overlook the services of his co-laborers, especially those rendered to the West by the gallant Wright, who holds command of the department.  The writer has attempted to give what came directly under his own observation, and what he believes to be the core of the matter, and consequently most interesting to the public.

JANE AUSTEN.

In the old Cathedral of Winchester stand the tombs of kings, with dates stretching back to William Rufus and Canute; here, too, are the marble effigies of queens and noble ladies, of crusaders and warriors, of priests and bishops.  But our pilgrimage led us to a slab of black marble set into the pavement of the north aisle, and there, under the grand old arches, we read the name of Jane Austen.  Many-colored as the light which streams through painted windows, came the memories which floated in our soul as we read the simple inscription:  happy hours, gladdened by her genius, weary hours, soothed by her touch; the honored and the wise who first placed her volumes in our hand; the beloved ones who had lingered over her pages, the voices of our distant home, associated with every familiar story.