-Captain, James M. Longstreet; 1st Lieutenant,
Oscar Lapham; 2d Lieutenant, Albert W. Delanah.

_Company C._--Captain, James H. Allen; 1st Lieutenant, Jales
Macharet; 2d Lieutenant, Matthew M. Chappell.

_Company D._--Captain, George C. Almy; 1st Lieutenant,
William H. King; 2d Lieutenant, George H. Tabor.

_Company E._--Captain, John J. Phillips; 1st Lieutenant,
George F. Bicknell; 2d Lieutenant, Christopher H. Alexander.

_Company F._--Captain, William E. Hubbard; 1st Lieutenant,
George F. Lawton; 2d Lieutenant, George Bucklin.

_Company G._--Captain, ----; 1st Lieutenant, William C.
Rogers; 2d Lieutenant, James Bowen.

_Company H._--Captain, Oliver H. Perry; 1st Lieutenant,
----; 2d Lieutenant, Edward P. Butts, Jr.

_Company I._--Captain, George A. Spink; 1st Lieutenant,
Stephen M. Hopkins; 2d Lieutenant, Munson H. Najac.

_Company K._--Captain, ----; 1st Lieutenant, Edmund W. Fales;
2d Lieutenant, James M. Pendleton.

John L. Clark, of Cumberland, was appointed Quartermaster, and John
Turner, of Bristol, Adjutant.

On the 21st day of October, at six o'clock, P.M., the Twelfth Rhode
Island Volunteers formed for its last parade, on Camp Stevens, and at
seven, P.M., of the same day we were aboard the cars, and hurrying on
our way _en route_ for Washington, by way of New York and Baltimore.

We reached Groton at half-past nine, went aboard the steamer Plymouth
Rock at this place, and at eleven were moving down the Sound.

It was rather an unpleasant night; the wind blew fresh from the south,
rolling up the clouds in heavy masses, with every appearance of its
raining immediately. However, at daybreak, the wind changed to the
north-west, the clouds began to disperse, and at sunrise the sky was
perfectly clear.

Just beyond Hurl Gate we passed the steamer Great Eastern lying at
anchor, and had as good a view of her as we could desire to have. She
appears to be a beautifully modelled vessel, of tremendous size and
power.

We arrived in Jersey City at eight, A.M. Disembarking from the Plymouth
Rock, we reembarked on the steamer Kill Von Hull, and at ten, A.M.,
were steaming towards Elizabethport, the wind blowing a gale, dead
ahead. Passed by Staten Island, which by the way is one of the most
beautiful places I have ever seen. The land rises from the bay to a very
great height, and is covered with groves of