warning voice of
the brazen instrument
sounds to arms.
Strange it is, that the ear which is impervious to what would disturb the rest of the world besides, should alone be alive to one, and that, too, a sound which is likely to sooth

the sleep of the citizens, or at most, to set them
dreaming of their loves. But so it is:

the first note of the melodious bugle places the soldier on his legs, like lightning; when,

muttering a few curses

at the unseasonableness of the hour, he plants himself on his alarm post, without knowing or caring about the cause. Such is a bivouac; and our sleep-breaker having just sounded, the reader will find what
occurred, by reading on. March 12th.--We stood

to our arms before daylight. Finding that the
enemy had quitted the position
in our front, we proceeded to follow
them; and had
not gone far before we heard the usual m orning's salutation, of a couple of shots, between their

rear and our advanced guard.
On driving in their outposts, we found their

whole army drawn out

on the plain, near Redinha, and inst