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it in your pale and hollow cheeks and with a pain she could not hide that she your sunken eyes."
at last said, “Yes, Guy; I have suffered much. Alas, Guy, though I am at last abThe constant and slow fading away of my solved from my vow, and can reveal my children ; the thought of seeing them die secret, I fear that it can give you but litbefore my eyes for food which I had not tle satisfaction to learn it. The very the power to give them; my own con- circumstance which has set me free is but stant hunger, and, Guy, the knowledge another barrier to what you have asked." that you, too, were starving”
“Do not tantalize me longer with de“ And you did remember me, Flor- lay, Florence. Let me know what was ence ? ” said the young man, with a look the vow that has so long stood like a of gratitude and love.
ghost between my love and you."
“ Hear it then, Guy. You know that dying, I did not forget to send you each my husband was a bitter secessionist, deday a little biscuit and a bouquet of ros- voted to the cause of the rebellion which es and honeysuckles. I knew they he favored until the hour of his death, would strengthen you as they did me hating with his whole heart and soul the with the precious memories of long Union cause which I loved, and which I ago."
could not give up, but which I dared not “ And was it indeed from you they openly advocate. Alas, Guy! I was a came? It was all a mystery to me; but poor coward, I fear; but for my chil. they performed their mission well, and dren's sake, I could not live in constant brought many an hour of hope and com- contention with their father. So I grew fort when I was ready to despair. I silent, and hid my hopes and wishes in my learned to expect them more anxiously own heart, and when the Confederate than the miserable pittance of musty leaders plotted treason and cruelty in my food which was all that kept me from hearing, I shut my lips, and they never starvation. And you spared me a por- knew that I was not one of them. But tion of your own food also, every day, I never lay down at night, nor rose up when you and yours were starving? Oh, in the morning, that I did not pray for if I had dreamed of that, rather would I the success of the dear old ilag. have died than deprive you of their pre
• So matters went on.
The war como cious nutriment."
husband was deep in Florence smiled, and slowly rising, its guilty schemes. But finally he bereached out her hand. “I must go now, came ill and soon was aware that he had Guy,” said she; " but will you not see only a few hours to live. Then it was your little playfellow, Lillie, first ? She that, setting before me the helplessness is in the carriage below."
of my children, he wrung from me a “Oh, Florence! I cannot spare you promise that, so long as the South could yet ; I cannot permit you to leave me in maintain itself against the North, and so all the painful uncertainties under which long as I could by silence preserve bis I have so long suffered. Relieve me, at great estates for the children, I would least by some word that may bring me neither reveal my Union sentiments nor hope for the future. Tell me now what marry again." the barrier is that has so long and fatally “And your property is now confiscatstood between us, and oh, tell me that it ed? Thank God, you are now mine!” is not to remain forever.'
“No, Guy! i refused you in my Florence hesitated; but as her heart days of wealth ; I cannot come to you went back to her early days, and over in poverty, without even the means of the stormy and dangerous passages of the sustaining my child." last few months, and she remembered the “ Give her to me, Florence and your. long devotion of Carleton, and felt, too, self also. I shall glory in proving to how dear he was to her, she could 'no you how much dearer you are with nothlonger refuse his request ; yet it was ing than all the world beside.”
A beautiful glow overspread the cheeks cherish and support and honor for the of Florence, and she reached him her patriotism which led her to sacrifice her hand. “: Oh; Guy! I know all that. I wealth and social position that she might know how generous and true you are ; but give herself to her country. He did not how can I thus burden your young life? notice as thus he sat there that day was But why hesitate thus ? I am a prison- departing, and his prison growing dark er and must leave you. I have already and chilly. But he was finally aroused overstayed my hour; but let me bring up by the shouts and jubilant cries of multiLillie that you may see her once more, tudes marching along the other side of and we will leave the rest to God.” his prison. Torchlights flashed across
Florence left the room, but soon reap- the tree-tops which bounded his yard, an i peared with Folie, and Lillie in her arms. a steady tramp for hours gave token of
Carleton folded the pale, wasted child the entrance of his comrades and their to his breast, caressing her with a heart final occupation of the city. With a full of emotion and pity.
heart bounding with joy, he ran to the “So pale, so thin, my little darling door and strove to open it; but it was Lillie !"
strongly bolted. He shook it and called The child smoothed his wet cheek with aloud to his jailer; he thrust his head her little thin hand.
from the window and shouted to his com“I made you bouquets of roses and rades to release him from his durance ; honeysuckles, Cousin "Guy! Did you but they were far away from the sound love them ?”
of his voice and did not hear him, and “Yes, darling; and I love you for the jailer had left him alone, locked in your kindness, a thousand times better the prison without food or light. Hours than the flowers. I love you, Lillie. went by; the tramp of the victorious arWill you let me be your papa ?” he whis- my was hushed; the city grew dark and pered.
still, and the starving young officer felt a The child looked keenly in his mois- growing terror in his heart which, in tened eyes for a moment, then reaching all the dangers he had passed, he had out her hand to her mother, she twined never felt before. Was he, after the her arm around her neck, and, drawing dearest wish of his heart was at last al. her ear close to her lips, “ May Cousin most within his grasp, when his gallant Guy be my papa ?" she whispered. comrades, victorious and triumphant,
Florence clasped the little flaxen head were sleeping the happy sleep of just close to her bosom. “ Yes, dear," she conquerors,
he to die alone answered, looking up into Carleton's face, of hunger in their very midst ? He “ if he will promise to be a good papa.” strove to think that they would hear his
The parting must, nevertheless, take call and search for and liberate him; but place. When they were gone Carleton a strange weakness had come over him, dropped into his chair and sat for hours, and he could no longer raise his voice to forgetting that he had eaten nothing for be heard even in a neighboring room. more than thirty hours, forgetting that Long continued starvation had underthe city was in the hands of his friends, mined his strength to a greater degree and that his liberty was now certain, than he was aware, and the recent exciteand remembering onty the parting words ment of Florence's visit and its happy re
bending over him, and a familiar voice long-desired union between her and exclaimed,
Carleton was at length copsummated. “ Lors, bressed Jesus! ef he hant been The confiscation of her distant estates by gone and done dead, now, when de whole the rebel government for a time heid army's in de ole rebellious city."
them from her control; but the recent • No, Josh ; I'm not dead, but I be downfall of that treasonable and rebellieve I am pretty near it! What good lious Confederation has placed them once angel sent you here? Have you any more in her hands. thing for me to eat? I am starving." Lillie lives in a state of perpetual de
“ Bress God ! massa, dat you's alive, light at the presence of her “ pew papa,"). any way. Now we'll fix matters pretty his wound received under the walls of quick. Lors, massa, here's Major Bate- Vicksburg having rendered his continu. man, wid ever so much fur ye to eat.” ance in the army no longer suitable.
Major Bateman! thank God! But There is, however, every prospect of his how did you find out I was here?” ultimate and entire recovery.
Why, this faithful fellow hunted you The last we heard from the happy pair up.
He knew you were in prison some- they were making grand preparations for where, and he has never given himself a a reunion of their old friends, officers moment's rest until he found you, in- under Generals Grant and Sherman, and quiring everywhere and of everybody. it was also expected that the great InBy George, Carleton, I guess by your vincible himself would be able to spare looks you would have been done for pret- time to join the happy party. ty soon, if we had not found you to-night. One subject, notwithstanding the keen Here -you look like a ghost take penetration of General Grant, still rethis wine.”
mains an impenetrable mystery not only A generous glass of wine and a small to him but his confidential officers, the quantity of nutritious food, judiciously identity and whereabouts of the spy. In administered, soon gave new life to Carle- vain were inquiries made in all directions ton, who was indeed in a most dangerous and by every means; Jean Delong was condition, having lain twenty-four hours never seen after the fall of Vicksburg, in a state of semi-unconsciousness before with that proud event he disappeared he was discovered. The major and the from the army and neighborhood, nor faithful black devoted the entire night to could the ablest scout discover any traces his recovery, and so far succeeded as to of him. Regret that he should thus be be able to remove him on the following unable to reward, or in any way acmorning to more inspiring quarters ; knowledge the great skill and fidelity, namely, among the friends and comrades, whose whole extent was known only to from whom he had been so long sep- the commander-in-chief himself, somearated.
times half destroyed his satisfaction at It is unnecessary to detail the circum- his own successes, when he remembered stances following the occupation
occupation of the beautiful French boy who had so Vicksburg by our army, or the energetic often glided in with important informameasures adopted by Grant for following tion for his ear. And were it not that up his successes ; for are they not writ- others around him were in equal perplex. ten on the hearts of a grateful country? ity, he would sometimes almost have
A few words will close this veracious been inclined to regard him as one of history
those myths which sometimes haunt the Measures were immediately instituted, presence of the imaginative and dreamy, by order of General Grant, for the ex. but have no real existence. But the ev. change of Florence, and she was in a few idences of his reality were too many and weeks once more occupying her beautiful important for this conclusion, and he long plantation dwelling overlooking Vicks- since learned to remember with sincere burg. And under the paternal supervis- regret and to reckon among his guardian ion of the same noble commander the angels the youthful Spy of the Mississippi.
Go, child of sunshine, singing go ;
If birds can reach their heaven, 'tis thine To make a lovelier heaven below,
To warm this chill and Northern clime; With thee, I dream of Nile's soft flow;
Of dark-eyed goddess, lotus-crowned ; Of forest-queen ; of forms that glow
From painter's royal-tinted ground. I love thee for thy free, wild grace,
For kisses thy pure lips have shed Upon another fair young face.
O Saviour, bless each darling head ! Life's poems, – little cherub girls, –
That still we read and linger o'er, And lost to us become the pearls,
God's angels, finding, claim once more.
NIGHT IN THE CITY.
I hear the angels call ;
Of knell and bier and pall;
Is drooping over all.
As men count life's brief day; It may be burdened deep with sin,
Or pure, I cannot say.
Hath this hour passed away. Some one is bom now near to me ;
The notes of joy I hear ; The blessed benedicite
Is falling on my ear; The wings of the gift-angel
Are fitting very near. And, do I dream ! or, is there now,
A radiant beam of light, As if the portal of the skies,
Had not been closed quite, When earth's o'er-weary traveller
Took thence its happy flight?
WELCOME SPRING. – A SCRAP. By Mrs. O. Spring Matteson. “I'm so glad 'tis spring!" says the little four-year-old, who, much against its own inclination, has been cooped up in the house, shut out from the music of the birds, the whispering of the rills, the blushing of the flowers, the kiss of the zephyrs, and the sound of the soft pattering rain, for four long, dreary months.
I sympathize with that child; for I dearly love the beauties of God's summer, and as eagerly welcome the buoyant spring again as does the little four-yearold. - I am glad 'tis spring.
Mother, I hear some birds; spring is surely coming,” says the school-girl, who has followed the same course back and forth, every day through the long winter. “I'm glad winter is gone; for, although I love to go to school, and love the beau. tiful snow, it is so very cold, after all."
:I know all about that; for I was once a school-girl, and although I did love my books, my teacher, and my school, and although I did relish those long, merry sleigh-rides in the bitter cold, and those dear old spelling-schools and singingclasses and evening-parties, after all, when sweet spring burst its fetters and came forth draped in buds and blossoms, I welcomed it warmly and joyously. That was in my own springtime, and now that summer with its sober realities has come upon me, and schools and frolicsome sleigh-rides are not for such as I, oft-recurring winter comes on all too soon and holds its reign much too long, and I am glad when the white carpet is melted away.
“I am glad spring has come though," says the dull schoolboy; « for I don't like to get up and build fires these cold,
dreary mornings ; and I don't like to go may change, peace be restored, and to school such weather either."
things wear a more pleasant aspect ere I don't blame that boy a particle. I another winter; or, if not, God help the mean for not wanting to build fires. It poor who are ground down beneath the makes me shiver, even now, to see a big, heel of just such men. stout man, like H—, for instance, get Underhill Porch, iu. up in the piercing cold, and fumble and fuss over the stove, with his fingers all purple with frost, and his nose as red as
BEREFT. à beet, although some people carry
By M. D. Williams. bright red noses even in the warm summer weather, when they get too well ac- Who now, from henceforth, when the sky quainted with the inside of a beer or Is veiled, and storms are gathering nigh, liquor saloon; but, thank God, that's not Will heed the tear that dims my eye? the case with H.
Who now, in dark and adverse day, No, I don't llame that boy ; for it al
O’er life's rough spots and thorny way, most freezes one to get up in a cold room
Will words of cheer and solace say? and have a warm fire to run to,' without stopping to kindle one. But somebody
Or who, when wrapped in solitude, must build fires here in the North, where Where no fresh blossoms now are strewed, we have no negroes. Of course, they are Will calm my soul's disquietude ? made of something coarser, something Ah, who? As life's steep heights I climb, that can endure frost and fire better than No heart-throbs now respond to mide,white people, for the special use of their No voice repeats, I'm ever thine. delicate masters. Well, I am glad for their sakes that it's not so frosty in the South.
No loving glance is turned to me, " It looks pleasant to see spring again,”
No heart and soul of sympathy says the farmer. 6. These cold winters,
Will shield me now o'er life's rough sea. with the bitter out-door chores, make a
The joys that gild life's page are o'er,
The thornless rose is mine no more, man feel old and lazy. Now it seems as
And I am sad, for evermore. if I could live again. Really, I think I hear some wild geese."
Yes, I know how they sound. 'Tis a Past now, are life's green spots and fair, pleasant thing to hear; for it shows that And hopes, which nerved my heart to bear, warm weather is not far off. Wild geese Yet, Father, I will not despair ; and ducks bring warm weather with them. But though my soul is sorrowful,
“Well, really, it does look like I'll trust in thee, All-merciful, spring,” says the genteel business man. And yield to thy unerring will. si I'm sick of this dull business. I hope Webster, Mich. spring will bring with it a flow of customers; for during this horrid cold weather we have hardly made day wages, The sheep are not always led through for all we have had such a glorious green pastures. The path is sometimes chance, since this war commenced, of bestrewn with craggy rocks; sometimes swindling customers.”
over precipices. Soinetimes the storm Yes, I knew before this why he longed hangs dark, the whirlwinds blow, the hail for spring weather. But, foolish man, cuts, and the lightnings flash. But keep didn't he know that people would go near to the Shepherd, — keep on upward
The storm will