No word of the fields awaiting No word of the weary journey, So "time and the hour" went onward, White hands! like folded lilies; Free from all toil and care Then, kissed, caressed-and forsaken, Through the cheerless hospital window, On a face its brightness warms not, And over her heart-forever With drooping lilies filled. IT'S ALL FOR BREAD AND BUTTER. What a flurrying world to live in ; O such a hubbub, such a splutter. What is the matter with the folks? MRS. C. M. PEAT. Ans.-They're scrambling for their bread and butter. At early morn the working class, Baskets in hand, all in a flutter, Next comes the clerks, so spruce and spry, They dash ahead and spring the gutter; To stores and counting-rooms they hasteAns. To sell or write for bread and butter. Then comes the noble "boss" along, The price of stocks he seems to utter: What is his long head planning for? Ans. He's calculating bread and butter. There run the children, what a swarm, Scampering along with fun and splutter; With piles of books--what are they taught? Ans. To earn, we hope, their bread and butter. The teachers with authority, Just touch the bell; whist, not a mutter; Then comes the strain upon their nerves, Ans. To teach dull pates, for bread and butter. The lawyers see, with bags so green, Green as their clients; this don't utter ; But listen to their eloquence ! 36 Ans. While pleading" for their bread and butter. Authors and editors, O my! How hard they tug, with feverish flutter! The politicians spout and fume; To gain one vote, see how they splutter! Ans. A rich return of bread and butter. Here come news-urchins--what a set. The market people stand or sit, While town-folks pass them in a flutter On promenades, see belles and beaux ; Bright they sparkle, gay they flutter, They spin street yarns, this does not pay ! Ans.-They feast on papa's bread and butter, ; [The speaker here must face the audience. Ye laboring class, men, women too, Ans. To relish most your bread and butter. THE SOLDIER'S REPRIEVE. ROSE HARTWICK THORPE, "My Fred! I can't understand it "— The last I shall get from him. My noble, my brave boy Fred." "Dear father"-so ran the letter"To-morrow when twilight creeps Along the hills to the churchyard, O'er the grave where mother sleeps, When the dusky shadows gather, They'll lay your boy in his grave, For nearly betraying the country He would give his life to save. And, father, I tell you truly, With almost my latest breath, That your boy is not a traitor, Though he dies a traitor's death. "You remembor Bennie Wilson? "The Colonel is kind and thoughtful, He has done the best he can, And they will not bind or blind me- She said with faltering breath, "Our Fred was never a traitor, Though he dies a traitor's death," And a little sun-brown maiden, As he held her dimpled hand, Till she reached the White House door. That turned with a look of wonder On the little shy-faced child. "Tis a brave, young life," he murmured, If that young life is needed, He shall die as heroes die." THE INFLUENCE OF WOMAN. WEBSTER. It is by promulgation of sound morals in the community, and, more especially, by the training and instruction of the young, that woman performs her part toward the preservation of a free government. It is generally admitted, that public liberty rests on the virtue and intelligence of the community which enjoys it. How is that virtue to be inspired, and how is that intelligence to be communicated? Bonaparte once asked Madame de Staël in what manner he could most promote the |