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ITob Tna National Tridunk
Richmond, on the James.,
, A soldier boy from Franklin, -
Lay gasping on the Held,
When the battlo shock was over.
And tho foo was forced to viola.
He fell, that faithful hero,
Fore deadly fooman's alms,
On tho gory plains or battle,
Near to Richmond, on tho James,
A soldier stood beside him,
His conmule In the fray.
They had long been friends together,
Down to childhood's happy clay;
And side by sldo thoy struggled.
Through scenes of blood and flames,
But they part that day forever, '
Hoar to Richmond, on the James.
Oh ! comrade, 1 would tell you
Of friends in days of yore,
Of the far, far distant loved ones
I shall meet In life no more.
My lips can only whisper,
'I'heir dear and blessed names,
But boar my blessing, say I perished,
Near "to Richmond, on the James.
Bear m'ygood sword to my brother,
Aud the badge xipon my breast
To my young and gentle sister,
By guardian angels blest.
Take a lock from off my forehead.
Say my love Hill death she claims,
And that ''brother Ked" oft thought of her,
Near to Richmond, on the James.
Oh ! wonld (hat mother's loving arms
Wero folded round mo now, (
That 1 could fool onco uioro her baud
Upon my cold, cold brow ;
Now I think for mo she's praying
With holy, salnt-liko names,
While I amdying, dying,
Near to Richmond, on ine James. '
&nd when I am dead, dear comrade,
Close lay these fairest braids
On my breast Oh! she was fairest
Of all the village maids,
Soon, soon we would bo wedded.
But death tho bridegroom claims,
And my cold corpso shall wither,
Near to Richmond, on the James.
And you will miss me comrade,
You will miss me for awhile.
When friends do gather round you,
Each decked with happy smile.
- ' But soon mv name shall perish,
Mid life's glories and Its shames
Farewell ! Farewoll ! he passod away,
Near to Richmond, on the James.
A IjADV CONTIUBUTOR.
SjfcBJUfX, IiUCAfl Co., O., Nov. 29, 1879.
Looking for Santa Glaus. ,', ' ,
A STORY FOR CHILDREN.
One wintry day little Miua arose in the morning and
found that her mother was not up.
This was strange, for the sun was high and his beams
fell aslant through the high garret window upon the bare
floor. Tho stove was cold and the coffee-pot stood empty
an the shelf. Minalauged at the thought that she had
waked before her mother. She slipped on her blue woolen
dress, her large checked apron, her knitted stockings,
and her thick shoes ; and having washed her face, and
braided her hair in two tight little pigtails, crept around
to her mother's bed, intending to kiss her awake. But
her mother's eyes were wido opon, her cheeks were reel,
and her hair was tossed about on the pillows.
" Oh, my child," sho cried, as she saw her little girl,
14 what shall we do now? I am ill. I have a fovor of some
sort. My head is as heavy as if it was made of lead. I
am not even able to rise, much less to go about my work.
"We shall starve together, you and I, poor, unhappy wid
ow and orphan that wo are."
Oh, no, niothor," said Mina. " "We need not starve
I can make the coffee, and go and buy the bread and
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cuMisao'es
Child! child!" cried tho mother, "very soon thore will
be no money to buy anything. I have felt myself break
ing down for a week. I have no hope now. I must send
for the doctor, and when he finds I am not able to pay
him ho will send me to tho hospital. You, poor little soul,
you will soon bo motherless as well as fatherless."
The poor woman hid her faco in the pillow. Mina wept.
Tears ran down her round cheeks; but she soon wont to
tho stove, and kindled a lire, and mado tho coffee, as sho
bad seen her mothor do it.
The ootteo will do you good, mother," sho said. But
the poor sick mothor was too feverish to taste it.
Then, indeed, Mina felt that ovorything was wrong.
44 Christmas time! Christmas time!" repeated the
poor woman, talking more to herself than to her child ;
and Christmas used to be so happy."
At-, this Miua creM closer to her mother's bed. Yes, in
two days Christmas would come. She had looked for
ward to it bo. She had hoped that sho would And in her
stocking a wax doll with blue eyes, aud a candy basket
full of sugar plums, at least ; but sho should not caro for
thorn if her poor mother wero so sick.
"Child! go to tho old doctor," said the mother. ,4 Go
tell him to come quickly! I must be made well if ho cau
do it! Go! Go!"
Mina put ou her hood and rau away. Tho good old
German doctor came back with her, and i'olt his ppor
country. woman'a pulse, aud wrote a pres riptiont and pat
ted Itttte yttia on th head, aud bade her take care of her
mother. But though the child took nearly all tho sma
purse to pay for the powders he. had ordered, and though
sho watched by her mother's bed all day, the mother grow
worse. She lay tossing too and fro, talking of tho past.
"It was Christmas time whoii I ran away with your
father," she said with tho quick speech of fever. "My
father did not like him, nor my mother either ; so we ran
away and were married. Wo came to this country in a
great ship. Wo were very happy until ho died, Miua
do you remember how good he was to us last Christmas?
Ah, only for you, only for leaving you, my little girl, it
would seem best for me that I aih going to him.
" Christmas! Oh, in Germany, at home in Germany,
we always had a Christmas tree, and we sat together in
the parlor, and the window lifted and St. Nicholas came
in. He gave us toys and gifts of all sorts. We wero glad
and yet frightened. Our wooden shoes we set in a row on
the hearth at night. In each we found somo gift. Such
a supper! dancing! music 1
44 1 wonder whether my old father is dead ; whethoFthy
old mother lives ; whether they forgive me?"
She wept, but little Mina sat thinking. She thought of
Santa Claus old St. Nicholas, the good Christmas friend
of all good children he who would come down the chim
ney, or in at the window, with any gift ho pleased. Sure
ly if he was so good to her mother when she was a little
girl, he would remomber her now that she was sick. But
how was he to know? He could if ho pleased, givo her
mother plenty of money. Of that she felt certain. But
how was one to find him?
"Mother," she said, "where does Santa Claus live?"
The poor mother was fast growing delirious.
" What did you ask?" she said? dreamily. " Where he
lives? Oh, I do not know."
"But he could do anything, givo anything he chose?"
asked Mina.
"Yes," said the feverish woman, "yes yes ; tell him
to bring me ice nice, cold, glittering ice -to cool my head
ice, ice."
44 Oh, I will get you some icemother," eaid Mina. I
will go to the grocer's and get some."
She took a bowl frojn the closet and a penny from the
old purse, and ran out of the room, shutting the door
softly behind her.
There was a grocery m the lower part of tho house, and
.she went into it and up to the counter. A rosy-faced
Dutch boy gave her tho ice, and he looked so good natured
that she asked him a q uestion.
44 Do you kuow whew Santa Claus lives?" sho said.
The boy scratched his head.
"Yes he libs in Germany," he said.
Mina's heart loaped hh;h.
" Biddy littlo Biddy lyun," sho called to a child pass
ing the door, "will you take this bowl of ico up to my
mother, and givo her some, and stay by her until I come
back. I'll only be gone a few moments."
Good-natured littlo Biddy took the bowl and ran un
stairs, aud Mina ran down the streets that she knew led to
the river as fust as her feel, could carry her. Sho had two
cents in her pocket, aud thought that would pay her
fare.
A sailor was standing near a fruitstand. Mina looked
up into his round, brown face with confidnnce.
" Mr. sailor," sho said, "will you tell me which of those
ships go to Germany?"
44 Why, that one yonder, my little lass," said the sailor
pointing to ono over which the German flag floated. But
Mina thought he meant tho little ferry-boat that ran to
Woehawken.
41 Thank you," she said, and flew away. A bell was
ringing ; sho hurried past the ferry-house, dropping her
two cents into tho hand of the ferry-master, and the boat
was off the next moment.
It did not take long to cross the river, and Mina went
on shore and looked about. A groat good-uatured looking
man sat smoking his pipe at the door of a shoemaker's
shop.
Mina went up to him and eaid softly:
14 Please, sir, will you tell me whero Mr. Santa Claus
lives?"
Mr. Santa Claus?" said tho man, in broken English.
44 Veil, I do not know does ho keep shop or wodc at a
trade? You tell me vot ho is, den maybo I remember
him."
44 Don't von know? I thought every ono knew Mr.
Santa Claus," said Mina. "Ho he makes toys for littlo
children."
44 So I " said the Gorman. 44So. 'Yas. I kuow. Go
up dis street and along to tho next corner, don you see a
littlo gate. Behind dat you find de man dot makes toys
for do children."
Mina said that sho was much obliged. She ielt that
Eooplo wore amiable iu Germany, and her hopes rose high,
ho followed her old German's direction and soon caiuo
to a high fence. There was a gate in it. She lifted tho
latch and opened it, and before her was a low., brown
house. Softly sho crept up to the window. Yes, yos she
had found Santa Claus at last There, before tho tiro, sat
a little fat old man with whito hair and rosy ohoeks, hard
at work with a tuuriug lathe. An old woman, as rosy as
ho was, was gluiug pioces of wood together with a brush
toy chairs, tables, bedsteads, wagons, milk-maid b, joiut-
cd. dolls; and at a table sat four littlo girls painting away at
the finished toys with the brightest colors. Oh! this was
I delightful, and Santa Claus and hU wife looked D Saaul
rs
Mina knocked on the door. Some one cried, 44Herein,
tlhd sho entered.
Sho stood at the threshold and dropped the little cour
tesy her mother had taught her, and said:
44 Please, Mr. Santa Claus, I want to speak to you par
ticularly. It is about Christmas'
"So!" cried the old gentleman and truly he was a Ger
manrising. "But what did you call me, little one?"
" Mr. Santa Claus," said Mina. "I've been looking, foi
you all day, and poor mother is so sick That is why I
want to see you. You used to como in at the window on.
Christmas Eve when she lived in Germany, and you al
wnys put something in her shoe, and now she cannot earn
ra.ney because she is sick. I want you to como the chim
noy and put enough in her stockiug to last until she its
w.bll, for father is dead, and we have nobody wno cares for
us. And you oh! you are so good, always going over the
roofs on Christmas Eve, and giving presents to every
body." ' ' M Tile child thinks you are Santa Claus," whispered' ike
old German woman in her husband's ear. 'Oh; how like
she is to our littlo Miua, do you not see?"
" Do you speak jjtarmon, child?" said the old man. .
" Yes," said Mina, 4Mt is' my mother's language. Yea,
I speak it very well." I
"And what is your name?" asked the old gentleman.
44 Mnia Hoffman, Mr. Santa Claus,. if you pleaso," :
pneu Mina.
The old woman caught her husband's arm
14 Be quiet, be quiet," whispered the old man. 44Itis a
common name."
44 And how did you come to thiuk of coming here, my
little maiden?"
"Because you were so good," said Mina. " To-day
mother cried and told mo how pleasant it used to be in
Germany; and oh, Mr. Santa Claus, you must know where
her father and mother are. She said she ran away from
them ; I and know she thought it was very naughtyonly
what could she do if they wouldn't let father .come in??
" Hans, Hans, it is our daughter!" cried the old woman;
"What was the name of your mother's father?"
44 It was Ansen, Mrs. Lanta Claus," said Mina.
The old lady began to cry. She caught the child in hex
arms and kissed her fondly.
44 Oh, good Mrs. Santa Claus, you will ask Mr. Santa
Claus to help mothor, wou't you?" pleaded Mina.
But now the old couple took her by the hands and led
her away to an inner room, where the old lady rumaged
in the drawer of a little bureau and brought out an old
fashioned daguerreotype.
44 See, child," she said. " Don't this look like any ono
you. know?"
"It looks liko mother," cried Miua, only only not so
old."
41 It is enough," said the old gentleman. "Child, God
has sent you. I am not Santa Claus. I am only an old
toy-maker, working here in Woehawken in a strange
country to which I camo from my fatherland. But my
dear, I am your grandfather, and this is your grand
mother. We came to America to look for our daughter
when we heard sho was a widow, but we could not find
her. Now we are going to go and take care of her. We
will go with you. And agaiu I say, God sent you."
So iu a few moments Miua and her grandparents were
on their way across the ferry.
' It was late in tho afternoon when they climbed the stairs
of the tenement house. Then the old people waited out
sido in the entry, and Miua went into the poor, half-furnished
room and found littlo Biddy Flyun still waiting pa
tiently. 44 What happened ye, Mina?" she asked. "The mother
has been fretting for you."
4 4Oh! my child ! I am nearly frightened to deathl' ' sob
bed the poor woman.
"Mother!" cried Mina. 4 'Oh, mother! I went to Ger
many to find Santa Claus for wo never needed him so
much. But it was not Germany, aud I did not fidd him;
but oh, mother I found grandfather . and grand
mother I"
"Mother ! Father !" cried tho poor woman ; and the
next instant they rushed iu and had her in their arms.
So Miua had a merry Christmas after all ; and you may
be sure that her mothor gqt well, and that Santa Claus
did. not forget her.
A Good Name.
How true it is that a good name is capital itsolf. Such
a capital, liko overy solid accumulation, is not built in a
day, but is tho result of years of contiuuauce in well
doing. Any man can hope, by a spirit of good-nature o
honorable dealings, to acquiro an enviable reputation,
which is implied in the possession of a good name. LittW
thiugs done and observed in a series of years, the trillea of
which life is made up, if douo conscientiously, are what
contribute to the result, and win for man tho confidence
of his follows ; aud when oue has thus acquired this gSood
uamo, men seek him iu business, rely on his word, and
prefer his goods. Suoh a capital is within tho reach oi
tho poorest. It commands confidence, and helps one la
securing all that is desirable in life, aud as it is not to be
acquired without delay, it does not depend upon birth or
influence for its attainment. It is wonderful so many
prefer to travel by crooked ways, which, though they may
seem short cuts to success, do not lead iu that direoUea
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