The Watchman And Southron

Not so Fastidious as Formerly.

Colonel Barrows, of Texas, was at the Great Northern yesterday, says the Chicago Inter-Ocean, and was indulging in some reminiscences of the late unpleasantness while he was in General Magruder's command. "We were all hungry one morning," said he, "and General Magruder, going up on a hill, saw a white house in the distance. He sent an aid to ask the mistress of the house if she could not oblige him with a meal for himself and staff.

"While the woman, who was a Southern sympathizer, was preparing the meal, a private of Virginia regiment came along and asked for food. He was informed that the meal was being prepared for the general and his staff. 'If there's anything for you when they finish,' she said, 'you are welcome to it.'

"The Virginian, who was a man of good family, waited humbly till the expected guests arrived, and then crowded in beside the general and began to eat. Magruder turned to him a little sharply, and said:

"Do you know with whom you are eating, sir?'

"No,' said the private, 'I don't. Before the war, sir, I was very careful with whom I associated. But now I don't give a cent.' "