3 P. M.

The work begins.

Light drifts of men thrown forward, fade

In skirmish-line along the slope,

Where some dislodgments must be made

Ere the stormer with the strong-hold cope.

Lew Wallace, moving to retake

The heights late lost —

( Herewith a break.

Storms at the West derange the wires.

Doubtless, ere morning, we shall hear

The end; we look for news to cheer —

Let Hope fan all her fires. )

Next day in large bold hand was seen

The closing bulletin: