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THE SOLDIERS' JOURNAL,
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Continued with a full description of all the charac
teristics of that prominent individual,
RY ALBERT G, GREEN, OF R. I.
Old Grimes is dead; that good old man
We never shall see more :—
He used to wear a lon t, black coat
All buttoned down before.
His heart was open Ml tho day.
His feelings all were true;
His hair was some Inclined to grey,
He wore it in a queue.
Whene'er he heard the voice of pain,
His breast with pity burned ;
The large, round head upon his cane
Fromlvory was turned.
Kind words he ever had for all;
He knew no base design :
His eyes were dark and rather small,
His nose was acquiline.
He lived at peace with all mankind,
In friendship he was true:
His coat had pocket holes behind,
His pantaloons were blue.
Unharmed, the sin which earth pollutes
He passed securely o'er.
And never wore a pair of boots
For thirty years or more.
But good old Grimes is now at rest,
Nor fears misfortune's frown;
He wore a double breasted vest:
The stripes ran up and down.
He, modest merit sought to find,
And pay it its desert:
He had no malice in his mind,
No ruffles on his shirt.
His neighbors he did not abuse.
Was sociahle and gay;
He wore large buckles on his shoes,
And changed them every day.
His knowledge, hid from public gaze,
He did not bring to view,
Nor make a noise, town-meeting days,
As many people do.
His worldly goods he never threw
In trust to fortunes chances:
But lived, (as all his brothers do,)
In easy circumstances.
Thus undisturbed by anxious cares,
His peaceful moments ran;
And every body said he was,
A fine old gentleman.
In times of peace song bury their fathers, in
times of war fathers bury their sons. Nature is
PUIIUWVM grafting, j
WUXEXB UR&'S STOCKINGS.
BY FREDERICK H. MARION.
It rained. The rain was rushing from the hazy
skies, and dripping from the trees. Yet there
was a streak of shining light in the west, and the
birds were calling hopefully to each other from
I sheltered nooks in the woods. The scent of the
I wet roses and storm-washed syrin<ras came in at
I the open window. Hallie Hayden sat by the
It was a little red house, set away among mow
ing fields, with lilacs between the sitting-room
I windows, and a path, bordered with beds, lead
ing down to the road, and filled with pansies,
larkspur, gilly-flowers, and marigolds, bachel
or's buttons, and old maid's pinks. A gate
swung into the road—an old elm ov( r it. Behind
the house was a barn with a dove-cot and a mar
tin-house attached—and beyond that were slopes |
of green grass, waving woods, and blue hills.
It rain beat down on all this, and upon ,
ig fields across the road,
me to time, Hallie Hayden glanced
window, yet her white fingers never
I speed of their movements for an in- I
c had a charming face, fair and dim- j
ligent and pure. The damp breezes
d her brown hair into little tendril
it her forehead, and her clear hasel eyes |
et serenity which was very charming I
gle observer of this industrious little
i Hartley sat at the opposite side of the
>king his whiskers. His employment
y usual one, but his position he would
iged to one nearer Miss Hallie if he had
possessed of the idea that such a move
his part would be considered unwel- I
» he sat where he was nnd stroked his
and looked at his companion, while she
HUrraed her knitting, and the rain came
rtley spoke, at last,
ider if it -will stop raining," said he,
• his mustache,
ume it will," answered Hallie, drily. j
veil I mean—in time for me to get
supper. I can't go through the rain,
urse not," said Hallie, glancing out at
shower. "It would bo very danger*
rtloy looked at her earnestly, but she
,vith her knitting so gravely that he was
sed of the idea which always haunted
it presence—that she was making fun of
en Mrs. Hayden entered the room,
it you, Daniel ?" said she; " how's your
nd your sisters ?"
" Very well, thank you."
" 1 suppose Hallie is too industrious to talk to
you much, isn't she? She's got a regular fever
for knitting stockings for the soldiers."
"I wish I was a soldier,*' said Mr. Hartley,
looking impressively at Hallie.
11 Why aint you, then ?" asked Hallie, turning
upon him, suddenly.
"O,—ah— l am not able to endure the marches,
Miss Hallie. I have been weak for a year past,
"Of heart. Indeed?"
MO,no ; weak of body. Your mother knows.
She recommended a tonic for me last Spring.—
What was it, Mrs. Hayden? cherry brandy
" You drank it from necessity, of course."
"O, yes, and I found it very beneficial," said
Mr. Hartley, innocently, not being near enough
to the dark eyes to sec their Hash under the long
"Is that the last pair of stockings, Hallie?
asked Mrs. Hayden.
"Yes," answered Hallio, knitting the last
HtHvh, MB* drawing out and breaking off the
yarn. "The last of tho last order, mother. 1
wonder what poor fellow will ""ear them?"
" When they wear out what will he do for an
other pair?" asked Mr. Hartley. He was uncon
scious that it was ihe most suggestive remark he
had made during the long afternoon he had spent
in boring Hallio by staring at her. Sho smooth
ed out the stocking in silence, rolled it up with
the other one—then rose and carried them into
It was a charming room, the lied as white as a
snowdrift and the window drapery and cover of
the toilet table just as pure. There was an ever
green wreath about the pretty oval mirror, and
branches of roses and lilacs glowing from the
shelf, the bureau, and the bookstand.
Hallie sat down by the window, took her writ
ing-desk upon her knee, and wrote a little note
which she tucked in the too of <me of the new
Htockings. This was what she wrote:
" Dear Soldikr :—I have tried to do my work
faithfully in knitting these stockings, but the
best of stockings will wear out in time; ana
when you need another pair write to me, and
. yon sliall havo th»in. May your feet carry you
straight to victory; and may they pause only
upon the platform of unconditional surrender.
1 Halmi". Hayden,
" Now," cried Hallie," I wonder if I shall ever
i hear from that."
Doing it, somehow, put her in good spirits, and
she went out to supper and Was so merry and
witty that Dan Hartley was charmed beyond all
control of his enthusiasm.
" 1 declare," said he, " you aro tho bestcompu
' ny I over knew!"
"I know better," answered Hallie.
" Who ?"
"Company A, First Massachusetts Regi