The following lines were written by a soldier in the hospital at New Haven, Conn., who lost his leg in the battle of Fair Oaks:

L-E-G ON MY LEG.

Good leg, thou wast a faithful friend,
And truly hast thy duty done;
I thank thee most that to the end
Thou didst not let this body run.

Strange paradox! that in the fight
Where I of thee was thus bereft,
I lost my left leg for “the Right,”
And yet the right’s the one that’s left!

But while the sturdy stump remains,
I may be able yet to patch it,
For even now I’ve taken pains
To make an L-E-G to match it.