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ing herself free from her cares and anxieties, heroine, while her husband fights the battles of she exclaims with the worried slave-woman, “I his country, those fearful battles which we can wonder what God brought us into the world bear to think of now, because the victors have for."

brought home their laurels, and the memory of Happy Millicent, we say amidst our tears our wounded and our dead is blessed indeed. and smiles, as Frederick, listening to what in very truth was a woman's answer, impresses a

Albany, N. Y., Dec., 1865. lover's kiss on the pure face.” There are other characters as faithfully

MEMORIALS TO THE BRAVE DEPARTED. drawn as the heroine's, but she is our favorite, A new way of erecting memorials to dead soland so we have suffered our pen to tell you of diers has been devised which seems to meet her mostly. There are other graphic scenes,

with approbation from many. Instead of a too, where the horrors of civil war are depict- useless block of marble in spots seldom visited, ed with truthful earnestness. Nor has the it is proposed to erect buildings, in which peowriter exaggerated them, as might, perhaps, ple may congregate for some purpose, and have been expected, and would, indeed, have where the names of the dead will be seen inbeen pardonable in one who could not help scribed, bringing them and their deeds conleaning somewhat to New England associa- stantly to remembrance. The town of Gloucestions. We speak advisedly, for among our

ter, in this State, has inaugurated a movement most intimate friends was a lady whose sister to this effect. They propose to erect a buildresided in Kentucky through all the war, and ing at a cost of $20,000, embracing a Town the letters of that Union wife and mother are

Hall and other apartments which may be let one long record of atrocities that curdle your

for public uses, and the proceeds devoted to the blood, and insults that make you long for a

relief of the widows and orphans of the soldiers, sword and musket. “I am weaving,” she whose names will be inscribed upon the wal:s. writes, at one time, “and as fast as I get The city of Chelsea proposes to erect a buildenough for one leg to a pair of pants, or one ing for a Public Library which shall be devoted breadth to a skirt, I have to cut it out of the to the same laudable purpose of keeping alive loom and hide it in the woods. Sometimes our the memory of the glorious dead. house is searched every day in the week, and I never go to bed without expecting to be roused

Mother's Work. We copy the following up by some midnight marauders.” At another from the Home Journal. Our Massachusetts time she

says,
“ The bed was taken away,

ladies are somewhat distinguished in this line. dragged away from under my dying child, and New VOCATION FOR LADIES. In every three of us sat down on the floor in a row and society, particularly of a city like New York,

there is a distinct class known as the women of making a mattress of our knees, held her so

talent. These are misses, or widows, or ladies till the breath passed out of her.” ** We married ina lequately -- all needing additional buried her one rainy night, without a minister support; each of these gifted ones, however, is to speak a word of comfort or say a prayer. likely to have a triend a lady of fashion We had coaxed a man to dig the grave, but

some wealthy and kinily person who has a very we carried her to it ourselves, and while I large house and is willing to lend it to her tal

ented sister for the convenience of a “ family stood by the other woman filled it un I ! reading. The readiners are easily acquired. of

EDITOR'S DRAWER.

His Wife's SISTER.- A German, in Texas,

who didn't want to be forced into the rebel A Puzzles ExGLISHMAN.— Hon. Thomas army, donned homespun gown and sun-bonnet, Corwin, lately United States Minister to

and toiled for two years as his wife's sister, Mexico, while in New York not long ago was

come to stay with her, from a distance, during introduced to one of the party of heavy-pursed her husband's absence in the Confederate army. Englishmen, then travelling in our country, as

Another German lay for eighteen months in an “ Ohioan.” The British gentleman was at

the cellar of his own house, even his neighbors first a little puzzled to guess Mr. Corwin's supposing him in the rebel army. nationality, but after gazing upon his sun

Near the town of D, in the Blue-glass burned face, he warmly seized the honorable gentleman's hand and kindly inquired whether region of Kentucky, lives the family of a gen

tleman who represented Missouri in the late his tribe were at peace with the whites.

rebel Senate. George and Charley are the

pets of the household; the former, a goldenA POWERFUL APPEAL.— A few years ago, haired, bright-eyed scamp, full of mischief, and in Ohio, there lived on a small stream called always cunning enough to attempt to shield * Duck Creek” a local preacher of the Meth- himself by some device; the latter his opposite odist Church, by the name of Jacob Smith. in disposition - amiable, yielding, and easily llis educational advantages had been some- tyrannized over. George is always ready to what slender; so that often in his preaching he take advantage of this weakness. Shortly “ murdered the king's English” by wholesale. after the father's return from Dixie he interOn one occasion he was preaching in his own fered with George's overbearing conduct to neighborhood, in “Smith's Meeting-house,” | ward his brother Charley, and reproved him during which some of the young Smiths in- severely. George was very young when his dulged in bad behavior. He paused, drew father left, and since his return had not become himself up to his full height, and pointing his reconciled to a calm submission to parental long, hard finger at them, exclaimed, “ What! | authority, and when reproved by his father ob will you cut up here in Smith's old meeting- the occasion mentioned, he boldly said: “ You house, when there lies your grandmother let me alone; I don't know what you come (pointing through the window to the grave- here for, anyhow, always making a fuss. If yard,) what is the offspring of us all ?” you don't quit I'll tell Gen. Fry, and be'll hang

you for a webel ! In the good old times before railroads in

The New Bedford Standard says: “A lady, Arkansas, when the lawyers had to travel afoot the daughter of a person of great wealth, and or on horseback, Fred Trapnall

, who, besides having herself “great expectations,” went to a being a most excellent lawyer was a capital washerwoman and inquired how much she good fellow, was in company with three others

charged a dozen for washing skirts. * One on his way to Chicot Court. The road was

dollar a dozen," was the reply. « That is a chiefly through the river bottoms; the waters

good deal,” says the lady. “I want you to were extremely low, and groceries accordingly wash the lower half of three skirts for me.”

Fred had a singularly sweet tooth, and his coffee almost universally had to be One Sunday, lately, in the middle of Ireland, sweetened over again. On this occasion, at while service was going on in the Catholic dinner, he sent his cup back to the presiding Church, three ladies entered the building to mistress of the cabin, with – “ If you please, take refuge from a sudden storm. The priest, madam, I like my coffee very sweet, and I'll not knowing the ladies personally, whispered

scarce.

A VIRGINIAN'S LAMENT. The Richmond | you !” And the Judge left the room. Bore Times laments that the fine old Virginia gen- had business home that night. tlemen, who carried gold-headed canes, and were the pride of society, are rapidly dying off. At Atlanta, Georgia, an elderly colored It ascribes the unusual mortality to their use of woman of the true Southern type thus adnew apple brandy during the war, instead of dressed me: “ Can you tell me, Sah, wbar good old liquors, and to other deprivations and the Freedman's Bureau Co. is ?" I answered anxieties.

in the affirmative, and as I was going to the same place told her to accompany me.

On Judge Fine, of Ogdensburg, St. Lawrence our arrival she inquired of the officer in charge County, is well-known as an able lawyer, an “ if this was the Freedman's Bureau Co. ? " excellent Judge, and an accomplished gentle- He said " Yes,” and asked, “What can I do man, and withal a fine scholar and interesting for you?” She said: “Well, I want a bureau: public speaker. In the exciting Presidential

none of your common pine ones. I want a canvass of 1840 the Judge and two or three of mahogany bureau, with a looking-glass.” She his lawyer friends were out stumping it, when could not be persuaded but that this was the there fell in with them one of the numerous legitimate business of the office - to furnish political bores of the country, who had far bureaus to Freedmen - but was finally satismore zeal than knowledge, and who insisted fied by an assurance that from the first lot reon going the rounds of the Judge's appoint-ceived a mahogany bureau with a lookingments with the party. Everywhere the fellow glass would be reserved for her. made himself noisily conspicuous, to the infinite annoyance of the Judge and his party, and Baron Rothschild once complained to Lord to the great disgust of the more intelligent Brougham of the hardship of not being allowed among the audiences. After endurance had

to take his seat in Parliament. “You know," ceased to be a' virtue, the Judge determined to said he, “ I was the choice of the people.” To get rid of him. The party had stopped at the which the Ex-Chancellor with his usual causticvillage of De Kalb for refreshments; and ity, replied, “ So was Barabbas.” when the wine was being passed, Bore, who had seated himself next to the Judge, demand- A correspondent in Havana writes that if he ed that each of the party should in turn tell a wished to describe the island of Cuba in a story or sing a song - beginning with the single line, he should call it Judge. The Judge remarked that he never sang, but he would tell a story. Then, addressing himself particularly to Bore, he pro- time very quietly by her aunt, when suddenly

Our little Stella had been sitting for some ceeded : It was in the good old times, such as Æsop tells of, when all the animals as well as

looking up from her work, she remarked, man had the gift of speech, that a fox in his Aunty, if all the folks in the world should rambles came to a deserted church, which he think out aloud what a racket there would determined to explore in quest of game or in

be !" formation. In wandering over the building he A few years ago, I filled up a bond and warcame at length to the belfry, when, seeing the rant for a neighbor, and told him to go before bell, his curiosity was greatly excited, and he an Alderman and sign it. It so happened he resolved to find out what it was. So he climbed called on my friend, the Dutch Alderman. up on the timbers till he could reach the bell, When he returned the paper I found the and finding it would swing, he continued to Alderman's name affixed to the right hand seal move it till the clapper struck the side, when - making himself responsible, of course, for the noise caused him to start back in alarm, the amount of the bond, and my neighbor's but finding himself unhurt he approached it name to the left of the paper as a witness. again and swung it till it rung repeatedly, My neighbor called on him with a new paper, when at last he withdrew in great disgust, and, but the Alderman became very indignant, shaking his paw at it exclaimed,— (and here refusing for a long while to have the paper the Judge rose, keeping bis eye on Bore,)

* The land of the flea and the home of the slave."

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properly executed, declaring that he knew " You long-tongued, hollow-headed. noisy fool.

what the law was

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EDITOR WITH THE CHILDREN. • My boy! my Willie ! is he saved ?" she

gasped. No answer was required. Her eyes How Willie Watson was SAVED FROM turned upon the little figure in that upper story, A FIRE. The smashing in of windows, and and with a wild despairing shriek she sprang breaking down of doors, seemed as if but child's forward to rescue her child, or share bis fate play to these heroic men; and with a dauntless

But strong arms were outstretched to seize courage that seemed almost more than human, and bear the struggling, half frantic mother they sprang up the burning staircases, and from the fearful scene. across the crackling floors, to seize the panic, stricken tenants, or drag them, already half

The fire-escape was brought close to the fire,

and several brave men mounted the ladders, to suffocated, from a repose that might soon prove make one last attempt for the rescue of the fatal.

child. A loud warning shout from those outside told

Alas! their efforts were in vain; the ladders of some fearful danger, and speedily every one

were too short! had fled from the devoted building, smoke-be

“ A bed! is there a feather bed to be had ? » grimed, scorched, and bruised, but yet in life.

cried a loud, strong voice. Nor had they quitted it one second too soon. “Yes, yes, here is one;” and immediately Scarce had the last one been received by the

some volunteered their services in hoisting this sympathizing crowd, ere the three lower stairs chance of escape. fell in with a tremendous crash, and with re

It was a difficult and tedious enterprise, and newed vigor the flames darted upwards, threat- meanwhile the fire was making fearful progress ening, in a very short space of time, to ingult The forked tongues of fame played around the the remaining portion in the smoking ruins.

window where the child yet stood, calm, selfA hasty council was held, to see if all the

possessed as ever. Five minutes more and the lives had been saved, or if some unfortunate little cotton night-dress would have proved his beings were yet in the devoted house.

fiery shroud; but the bed was now arranged. All are saved! No, not all! A woman's

" Come now, my brave little fellow,” shouted voice calls out “ Mrs. Watson? Is Mrs. Wat

one of the men, " throw yourself down on this. son here?” “ Mrs. Watson, who is she ?” interrogated a

Don't be afraid of falling; we'll catch you." by-stander.

At once the child obeyed. One moment his “ A poor widow who earns her living by go- light form hovered in the darkened air, — one ing out to wash, and nurse the sick."

moment of terrible suspense to the onlookers “Mrs. Watson was to pass the night with a

below, then one long, loud, universal “ Huzza" lady who is very ill,” said another; "she told

burst from every lip, - he was saved !

brave little hero," asked a strong, so yesterday. But where is Willie, her little boy?”

rough man, as he hugged the boy to his bosom, “Would she not take him along with her ?”

“ weren't you afraid in the midst of that fire ? ” inquired a member of the fire-brigade.

“O, yes, I was, for a long time,” said the “ Impossible!” ejaculated a third female; boy ; “ but I remembered the story mother bas “she would not take him into a sick-room. often told me of God saving the Hebrew chilPoor darling! he must be in the ruins still." dren out of the fire which the wicked king put

All eyes were once more directed towards them into. And I prayed to God to save me the burning mass, and some could scarce credit too, and then I was no more afraid. I believed their senses, on beholding at an open window Ile would save me, and you see He has.” on the upper story, the delicate form of a child, That night the poor widow might have been apparently not more than four or five years of seen creeping sotily into a little room in a neighaye, habited in a white night-dress, his little bor's house, and kneeling in prayer at the bedhands clasped as if in the attitude of supplica- side of her darling boy as he lay fast asleep. tion, but otherwise calm and self-possessed, as if | There, with tears filling her eyes, she poured fully prepared to meet the doom which seemed out her heart in grateful thanks to God for His to await him.

" Well, my

me

goodness to her that day ; – to Him who is a At this moment a woman, poorly, but de- | Husband to the widow, and a “Father to the cently clad, forced her way through the crowd.

fhanla »

BY SILVIA.

Bertha and Her Books.

for it was true, that, although she was nearly six years old, she knew no more, even of the

letters of our alphabet, than you do of the CHAPTER I.

Chinese. Her father thought she was now old

enough to commence her studies; and, for the LEARNING TO READ,

present, cousin Laura was to be her teacher. It was a rainy afternoon. Bertha Sears and Pictured copies of Mother Goose, The House her sister Effie stood by the window watching that Jack Built, Little Red Riding Hood, and for the return of the carriage in which their

a small album being her only books, she brought father had gone to meet their cousin Laura, these along, to ask in which she should take her whom they expected to arrive in the cars.

first reading lesson. - Mother,” said Bertha, " isn't it almost time for

“ I think we can find something better than the train ?”

either of those," was the reply of cousin Laura. “ I think you will hear it soon,” was the reply.

“ Haven't you a slate and pencil ? ” “Oh dear, I wish it didn't rain so fast! Do

Bertha brought these also, and for a week or you suppose she will come to-night?” said the

two she had no other than a slate book. From impatient little girl, a few moments after.

this she began to learn reading, drawing, and “ I think very likely she will,” said Mrs. Sears.

writing. For a little while, she knew the let“ She would have started before it began to

ters only by the sounds for which they stand; rain, if she were coming."

so she never made such funny mistakes as some Bertha now went on talking to Efiie. “What children do, calling d-o-g, man, or as Elle did do you suppose I like cousin Laura so much

one day when she said she knew how to spell. for?”

" Let me hear you,” said her father. * A-h-r-b, * Candy?” suggested Effie, looking as though thunder!” exclaimed the confident little miss, she thought gibralters and gum-drops were the looking around with surprise at the laugh which only things worth a thank you.

followed. “ No," said Bertha, “ stories. Such nice ones

Cousin Laura had such a charming way of she used to tell, ever so long ago, when you

telling stories, and bestowing praise for good were so little you couldn't talk nor walk. She lessons, that, to Bertha, her study hours were used to stay with us ever so long then, before the happiest hours of the day. After studying she went to school. She made me a cornstalk in this way for a few weeks, she had a new chair and a willow whistle once.”

reading book, in which she went on famously. “Can she dress dollies?” asked Effie.

Before many months she was able to read “I don't know, I never had any. You were

" Lucy among the Mountains ” almost as well always my dolly, mother says. We can ask

as cousin Laura herself. The summer after her her, for she is going to live here all the time, seventh birthday she commenced going to the now."

village school. Just then a carriage stopped at the gate. « There's papa," cried Effie; and, “there's

CIIAPTER II. cousin Laura,” exclaimed Bertha, joyfully.

The next day, as cousin Laura was unpack- Bertha was eight years old last May. In the ing her trunk, she gave Bertha a book.

sunmer she and Ellie went to school. Now it " Oh, this is about Lucy going to the Gener is winter. The water in the ponds is deep and al's. There they are, riding through the water," frozen, and the path over the hills and through said Bertha.

the woods, their nearest way to the village, is “ Yes,” said cousin Laura. “If you study hidden by the snow. Again, they are studying well, you can soon read all about Lucy among at home and reciting to cousin Laura. They the Mountains. That is a book which I had

are especially interested, this season, in their when I was a little girl, not older than you." Sabbath lessons, which they learn from a new

" Could you real it then?” inquired Bertha, pictorial question book. Ellie likes best to resurprised.

peat the little verses at the end of each lesson. “Why, yes, I can't remember when I couldn't | To-day they have learned about the Golden read.”

Rule, and Bertha has read the sixth chapter of

SABBATH LESSONS.

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