THE ALEXANDER H. STEPHENS PRISON DIARY. The CONFEDERATE VETERAN for May and June contained chapters from the prison diary of Alexander H. Stephens. The increase of subscriptions had been so great that the concluding chapter, in type for July, was withheld for a brief review of the two former. The diary may be regarded as a vivid record of how ignorant our people were of what to expect from the victors. Even this able lawyer, who was assured that the had faithful friends in high position on the Union side, had an acutely painful dread of the consequences. Buying the book for record at Fort Warren, near Boston, May 27, 1865, he wrote in the introduction: "It may be interesting to himself hereafter, sometimes, should he be permitted to live to refer to it." He was arrested May 11, at his home, Liberty Hall, Crawfordville. There was a regular guard of soldiers under Gen. Upton to take him in charge. Mr. Stephens seemed to feel greatly relieved when he saw, by the order for his arrest, that it included Robert Toombs, and when the officer went to Washington, Ga., and found that Toombs had "flanked" Upton, he was evidently much disappointed. He was kept in Atlanta on honor, the guards being removed, and friends offered him money (in gold). He was sent on a special train from Atlanta to his home at Crawfordville, that he might have two hours to get clothing and make arrangements for his indefinite stay in a Northern prison. At Augusta Jefferson Davis and family, and Mr. and Mrs. C. C. Clay, of Alabama, were sent upon the same boat. They had been sent from Atlanta just after Mr. .Stephens. Mr. Stephens was permitted to take one of his servants on the journey. Unhappily there was a break in our copy of the diary. This concluding chapter begins with his transfer to the Tuscorora, as published in the VETERAN, after leaving Mr. Davis and party on the Clyde. The tide was coming right ahead of us at about six miles an hour, and it was all that the stout seamen with their oars could do to make any head against it. For some time it seemed as if we were drifting further off. Captain Fraley called twice for the tug"send the tug" but he was not heard by the officer on the Tuscorora, and the tug did not come. After a long while we reached the ship, but not without some wetting from the splashing of the waves over the sides of the light boat. Right glad was I when we reached the steps on the ship's side. On deck we were introduced to several officers, Lieutenant Blue and others. The Captain took us to his cabin, showed us our quarters we were to be in the cabin with him. There was but one berth or stateroom in it. This the Captain said he would assign to me, while he and Reagan would sleep on the circular sofa that ran around the cabin. I declined depriving him of his room and bed. He said that it was no deprivation, that he generally slept on the sofa or in a chair, that he resigned it to me " in consideration of my age and past services to the country." These were his words. He was very polite and courteous. When he went on board the Clyde he took some strawberries to Mrs. Davis and Mrs. Clay and the children of Mrs. Davis. He said he had known Mrs. Davis and Mrs. Clay before. 1st October. Sunday. Another month is gone October is here, and I am here too, in Fort Warren. How time flies, and how we become adapted to its passages with its changes! If I had known in May last when I first reached these walls that I should be here by an October sun it would have about crushed me. But as it is, I am here, and I am more cheerful than I was then. We walked out three times this beautiful day. I went to see Reagan in the forenoon. Had a good long talk with him. He was transcribing his biography in a blank book. Seemed to be oppressed, but not uncheerful. My morning reading was in Psalms. The 119th came in my reading. Dr. called and delivered messages from Mrs. Maj. A. She sent two photographs of herself, out of which I was to select one for myself. One was a bust or head view, the other was a portrait of the whole person in full dress. I chose the latter. The boat whistles at Gallop Island. Oh ! if the boat should only bring good news for me from Washington, my heart would leap for joy and in gratitude, thanks and praise to God for his mercy, his kindness and his deliverence. Boat came, brought papers. No news, except that Hon. L. D. Walker has been pardoned. So it goes. I don't complain of that, but I do complain of being kept here to the hazard of my health and the ruin of my private affairs, while all the leading men who forced the South into secession against my efforts are not only permitted to go at large, but are pardoned. This is gall and wormwood to me. It almost crazes my brain. It tempts me to mistrust God. This is the most painful reflection of all. My agony of spirit today is almost more than I can bear. The course of the administration at Washington toward me is personal and vindictive. No other construction can be given to their acts. If they had avowed it openly to my friends and not have hypocritically pretended to be friendly disposed toward me, I should not have been so much effected. An open enemy I can meet face to face and defy, even if I fall under his blows, but a sneaking, hypocritical Jacob I have no tolerance toward. Judge Reagan came round this morning after the boat left and brought us the joyous news that he had had an indulgence extended to him to visit his friends generally, to mess with Linton and me [Linton Stephens was then on a visit. Ed.], and that he is to be transferred from his damp underground cell to a room on a level with the one now occupied by me. This was good news indeed, and I felt exceedingly glad to hear it. He, Linton and I immediately took a walk together on the rampart. The day was beautiful) but rather warm. On our return Reagan and I played . We all took dinner together. * * * I felt deeply mortified with myself for the irritation of spirit I permitted myself to indulge in today, simply mortified that I had suffered myself to give way for a moment to such sentiments or allow such feelings as I expressed on the foregoing pages. Human nature is frail and weak. I was smaating under a deep sense of wrong. The heart alone knows its own sorrows, but then it was wrong to grow impatient under suffering conscious wrong. I know it, I feel it. Oh, God forgive it, and above all, forgive my temptation temporarily to distrust thy divine justice and mercy. Teach me in meekness, resignation, patience and faith to bow to all thy dispensations, whatever they be. Thy will be done! Oh, forgive me this great trespass as I forgive all who trespass against or wrong me. May I with the same spirit as Christ upon the cross say, " Father forgive them, they know not what they do," even in this wrong and injustice to me. Judge Reagan, Linton and I supped together. I felt badly, thinking of my passion today. May the Lord forgive it. The patriotic effort to secure Liberty Hall for the public was about to fall through when I had a conference with the eminent preacher, Rev. T. DeWitt Talmage, and he became much concerned about it. He offered, if by his action the money could be raised, to deliver four lectures in the largest cities of Georgia, the proceeds to be given for this cause. Dr. Talmage was an admirer and friend of Mr. Stephens, his uncle having been a minister at the South and a chaplain of much prominence.