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God BIgss Our Soldiers.
"God DleS3 our orlpplotl soldiers ! in whoso SCarrod forms to-day
Wb rond tho prloo whloh froomen for froodom dared to pay,
Whoso ompty sluovos, and orutohos. remind ns of tlio debt!
Whteli novor oan bo canaollod, which wo novor can forgac.
Oh, boys who fucod death for us ! oh, boys who saved our land !
Cluonehlng, with your own life-blood, fioroo treason's flaming
Tho thoujrht of all your suffering, the pain, and loss, you know,
And tho lifo-long cross you carry, makes every heart o'orflow.
We cannot bear It for you. that heavy, heavy cross,
Wo human lovo or friendship can mako up to you tho loss
Of priooloss limbs that ne'er shall do your bidding more, i
2Cor can we health and vigor to your shattered frames rastoro.
Yot, all our hearts aro with you; In many a fervent prayer
Wo ask tho irroat All-Father to mako your lives Ills caro ;
We aak that on you over, Ills blessing may doscond,
And Hit lore, which can help you, bo with you to tho end.
Bless them, oh, Heavenly Father 1 wo ask in Josus' name.
Hoar us, oh dear Redeemer ! Thy heart is still tho samo
As when, our flesh assuming, stooping our Hfo so share,
Thou dtdat know all ihe sorrow, and tho pain that mortals bear.
Thou knowost still, Thou oarost, Thou hearost, when wo pray,
Nt on of all our soldiers from Thoo is far away;
13a-Thou tholr strength and suooor, till earthly noods aro past,
And givo to each a weloomo to thine own homo at last.
"I would, " said Mr. Wilton, " that ovory one who as
sisted in our glorious trugglo might individually share the
prosperity it has confirmed to our nation. I fear, however,
that there are many whoso blood cemented the proud fab
ric of our independence that are themselves left in want
"True," said tho old man ; " tho decayed soldier, whose
strength was wasted in the conflict, has but little for him
self at home. But I trust his posterity will reap the har
vest ho has sown."
" You have a sou," said Mr. Wilton, "worthy of such,
a harvest. Is the youth called Wilder your all ? "
"All that survives of a lame family. lie alone, tho
influence, her glittering wave hurried him onward without
the power of reflection ; and, if a momentary wish would
have led him lo inquire the further fate of Wilder Lee,
the bright phantasms that surrounded him diverted liis
Death had deprived him of an amiable wife, whose in
fluence might have won him from the sphere of illusion;
and his only child, early accustomed to the rounds of
fashionable pursuits, thought not of opposing them.
The exalted sentiments, however, which, even in child
hood, she had imbibed from her mother, preserved her
from that contaminating influence: and, amid the blight
of a gay world, the purity of her character remained stain-
child of my old age, has been spared to save me from de- j less as the snows of tho unapproachable cliff.
The Soldier's Son; Or tlio Triumph of Virtue.
Oaet thy bread upon the waters, and
thou sliait find it after
" Shall I tako your baggage, sir?" said au intelligent
looking boy to a traveler, who had just arrived at one of
the principal hotels at Louisville.
"My, servant takes charge of it," replied tho gentle
But struck with the peculiar expression of his counto
nance, as the boy retired, he flung him a piece of monoy.
Tho boy looked at it with hesitation, and his pale check
roddenod to crimson." Picking it up at length, he ap
proached the traveler with an air of embarrassment.
"Excuse me, sir, I sought employment, not alms."
"True, my little son," said tho gentleman laughing ;
" but you surely will not return so small a trifle on my
Tho boy stood for a m onion t in silence ; his young spirit
evidently recoiled from. 'the idea ot appropriating the hu
He remained twirling it m lus
" Have you been long deprived of your sight ? " asked
"Only two years."
"And during that period, have you had no resource but
tho labor of your son ? "
" None. But the wants of a soldier are few, and the
filial piety of my boy renders him cheerful under every
privation that affects only himself. He labors incessantly,
and 1 have no regrets but that of seeing him thus fettered
"I would," said Mr. Wilton, with euthusiasSm "I
would I could placo him in a sphere more suited to his
worth ! With the advantages of education, he would be
come an ornament to society. But this, under your pecu
liar circumstances, he cannot have even in an ordinary
" But for his taste for learning," said the old soldier,
" he must have been utterly destitute. There were hours,
however, when he could not labor, aud, as these wore al
ways devoted to study, he has gradually acquired its com
The entrance of Wilder himself interrupted tho conver
sation. He had brought some little delicacies for his
father, tho avails of his clay's labor.
"I have just been thinking," said Mr. Wilton, " of mak
ing some arrangements, with the approbation of 30111
father, for your future establishment. I grieve to see a
boy of promise thus losing the spring-time of life."
" You forget, sir," said Wilder, respectfully
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from my father, however, "advantageous."
"Certainly not, in his present situation; but I have
friends here who will readily assist me in making a suita-
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all the irrogular attitudes of indecision. At this moment " Impossible, sir. My father can have no
41 bogjgar approached, and his countenance brightened. I those on his son. 'Tis but a short time since my weak
" Permit me," said he, bowing gracefully "to the trav-1 noss required his support : and shall I now transfer the
elor. " permit me to transfer your bounty." And, pre-1 duties of filial gratitude to the hand of charity?"
sonting tho coin to the humble medicaut, ho instantly dis
Tho little incident made a strong impression on the
mind of tho stranger. Two days afterwards, ho distin-
.gnishod tho classic figure of tho bov
laborers. Pleased at again seeing him,
"May I ask your name, my young acquaintance ?
inquired in a tone of kindness. fords ; aud, should it horeafter become insufficient,
" wilder Lee, replied the boy ; and he stall continued ; not scruple to ask the aid of beuovolonco.
instrument ot labor with increased diligence.
Gentle as the reed of summer, she yielded to the im
pulses of those with whom her lot was cast; but her mind,
supported by high and frequent communion with theniom
oiy of her sainted mother, escaped the thraldom which
habit might otherwise have secured.
At the age of fifteen, she accompanied an iuvalid friend
to the medical springs of Harrodsburg. This village, at
that time, was a place of fashionable resort, and, to a mind
like that of Isabel Wilton, afforded themes of limitless re
flection. The buoyancy of health was hero contrasted with the
languor of disease; the hectic of death with the laugh of
revelry; palpable images of mortality mingled with the vo
taries of pleasure; the listless who strove to annihilate time,
and the dying who sought to add yet a few more days to
those they had now to number.
Soon after the arrival of Isabel, she was one day struck
on enteriug te common sitting-room, by an old man, who
sat alone, and apparently unnoticed. His sightless eyes,
his palsied limbs, and the white locks that were thinly
scattered over his pallid features, all at once riveted her
attention. Her heart throbbed with pity, but reverence
mingled with compassion, as sho marked the settled and
placid expression of his countenance.
At no great distance a group of ladies were indulging in
bursts of merriment, which, at this moment, struck dis
cordantly on.her heart. She felt that the presence of un
fortunate age should at least inspire respect, and, involun
tarily approaching the unheeded old man, she was half re
solved to address him. Her natural timidity, however,
withheld her, until she was at length called by one of tho
gay group to partake of some strawberries.
The irresolute expression of her countenance at once
changed to that of pleasure.
"I will beg some," sho said, unhesitatingly, presenting
her work-basket, "for this old gentleman."" And she then
claims like j approached him without embarrassment. " Will you ac
cept some strawberries, sir?"
The voice of Isabel was liko the low, sighing tones of
an instrument; it touched every chord of the soul.
Tho old man received them with a smile that spoke a
benediction, while an elegant, thwugh youthful straugor,
who stood reading a newspaper with his back towards
them, suddenly turned round and fixed his eyes dn the
fr ulir -t-lin intf.ni i rmr. nl Isinni with
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Our traveler, whose name was Wilton, looked at him
with increased interest. The extreme beauty of his coun
tenance, its marked expression of high and noble feeling,
strongly contrasted with tho coarseness of his dress and
tho rudeness of his companions.
"Have you no parents?" inquired Mr. Wilton.
"I have yet a father."
"'And what is his vocation? "
" He is a worn-out soldier, sir, of tho Revolution."
And tho boy applied himself to his task with an inten
sity that seemed intended to prevent any further interro
gation. Tho tenacious stranger, however, was not to be
" Do you live with your father?"
Tho boy pointed in silence to a dooayod and miserable
looking dwelling. Mr. Wilton sighed, A keen jSTovom
ber blast, which at the moment whistled around him, told
him tho inadequacy of suoh a sholtor.
"A soldier," ho mentally exclaimed; "aud perhaps his
blood has boon shed to secure tho rights of those who
now revel in luxury."
A fow hours afterwards, ho knocked at tho door of the
shattered habitation. If an interest in tho father, had
already boon awakened by the son, it was at onco 'con
firmed by the appearance of tho old man boforo him, He
had raised his head slowly frbm his staff, on which ho was
leaning, at the entrance of tho straugor, aud discovered a
-countenance on which the linos of sorrow and suffering
wore distinctly tracod. Still, there Avas something in his
Mr. Wilton knew not what to reply.
" Do not think me ungrateful for your proffered kind
ness," continued tho bo3, while his dark eyes swam in
11- . tttiirs. and nvorv trace of nride suddenly ffftve nlace to the I them, sudd
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a group 01 'liveliest expression ot gratitude. "1 ieol most fleepiv i umsmug gia mtu miugieu auuurauuu uuu Miqjnic.
he immediately i your solicitude for my interest ; but, indeed, sir, I ami She instinctively retreated, and joined tne group sue Had
j perfectly happy in my present condition. My father, too, nicnerto summed, mingling 111 tueir crnung.
he j is satisfied with the slonder provision which ray labor af- ! Soon after, the youth himself approached with her has-
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Mr. Wilton was affected. The soldier again leaned his 1 "Accept, miss, the thanks and blessings ot ago tor your
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neaa over 111s sum. mm was m-oonmv uivokiusi uiossnnrs 1 .tt-in amouuivu.
on the head of his son. A storm had commenced, and the
sleet was even then dripping through the broken roof.
Mr. Wilton rose to depart.
" Must I thon go," he exclaimed, "without rendering
you any service ? Will you not oven accept " and he put
his baud into his nookot.
But Wilder drew back with an expression that answered they left the apartment.
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Ho then disappeared. In a short time he returned, and
addressed the old man in a tone of respect aud tender
ness: "I have at length found niore quiet lodgings, sir, and
will attend you whenever you feel able to walk."
Tho old man rose, and, leaning on the arm ot tiie yputu,
Tho old man
him his hand with an air of be-
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.tiecom my uuiuks, sir ; mm suuoi in iu unjuuo
name ol him who has thus sought the
They aro to bo temporary sojourners in. the village,"
thought Isabel, aud a sensation of pleasure, of which sho
was perhaps unoouscious, arose from the idea of
They met the next morning at tho spring, and again and
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i uu siTOugur giivo mm um imum niiu jiuuiuoa, iuiu, ie- ..vm.4 viuttuw ,v, .i..,."a w -j..-, .
coiving a promise that tliey would seek nun tn iuture need, i "iiu simu trace iuu uiu-iuhw mm uaumw ouiuto ut umb
reluctantly left them.
Mr. Wilton was a man
but he was also a
mysterious passion which sweeps like a torrent over the
human soul? Scarcely a word had passod between the
od brow, that told his affinity with tho
his wasted form of the dignity of tho
high though furrow
proud Wilder : aud the ravages of infirmity had not alto
" Will you pardon tho intrusion of a stranger?" said
Mr. Wilton, f I havo been led hithor moroly to chat an
hour with a Revolutionary veteran.
" Ho who comos to cheer the solitude of darkness must
be welcome, " said tho old man.
Aud Mr. Wilton now perceived that ho was ontiroly
blind. Tho ovonts of the Revolution afforded an easy
i:e to conversation, and thoy ohattod without effort.
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man of pleasure ; and, with the votaries of dissipation, ' youtntul strangors; tney Knew notning 01 oacn otner uo
the soft and holy whisperings of benevolence are too often I yond the limits of a few short days; yet the years that
lost in more seductive strains. The sceno ho had now preceded had become to them as a tedious dream, their
witnessed had, however, awakened all his better priuci- I present was their all of existence, aud resembled tho rono
plos. The dignified submission of the father, tho proud ! vated life of the chrysalis, when it "sails ou uew wmgs
humility of tho son, preferring the most servile labor to through summer air."
the shadow of dependence, his deep, but quiet tenderness ! As yet, however, unconscious of the dangerous sourco
for Ins unfortunate parent, and his perfect oxemption from i of this new sense of enjoyment, they met without ombar
solfish feeling, all wero vividly impressed on the visitor. mssmont. The blush that dyed tho oheok of Isabol 111 tho
If iulGroour.se with tho good iniiuonoos ovon oold aud tor- presence of the straugor was that ot abstract pleasuro;
nid hearts, that influence must bo strong, iudood. on the and tho light which flashed upon his eye at her approach
smiiI ..r foni'iin- was brilliant as the rays of heaven. Ihe failing health
WVt T- - W - !.
For a little time, the pageantry of the world lost its
of the old blind man, whom he daily attended to the
spring, afforded their only clue ovon to a pnssing remark.
The dooi) interest which rhis appearance exoited in tho
: bosom of Isabol conquorod the soruples of vestal reserve,
1 and she frequently ventured a timid inquiry respecting
the aged invalid.
There aro a thousand nameless attentions too trifling for
description, that come with a cheering influence over the
fooling hoart, like the imperceptible breexo that stirs tho
delioalo loaf. Such were tho attentions which misfortune
invariably elicited, from tho hand of Isabel, no matter
how narrow her sphere ot aotion. tier voice, nor step.
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power on tlio gay uton, aim ail tne nauuts 01 pioasuro
wore forgotten. He shuddered as ho contrasted tho olo
gancios that surrounded him with tho destitution he had
witnossod. Tho straw pallet of ago aud infirmity, tho
picture that memory drew, seemed oven yet mow vivid
than tho reality. The following day, Mr. Wilton had left
tho oity ; but a blank cover, inclosing two hundred dol
lars, had boon plaood, by mi unknown hand, in that of the
old soldier. .
Years passOd away, and the glow of unearthly pioasuro
fr.hrit him hriivnlni' fchnn nxuurtanoad whs gradually lbrsot-
ton. The blandishments of pleasure rotmmod their wonted ! wero already known to the discriminating ear of the old