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rWITO A FRIEND,
him say " I have no sister."
BY MAY MORRIS.
te to meet thee with a fond endear
ts around thy neck—thy lonely hours
L encouragement to cheer thy droop
y her sylph-Uke form from envy's
exalted love, when other love had J
ltle as the dove's, that would thy fate
tiee when adverse winds false friends
to" a' brighter mora—a clear resplen- ]
ac when sickness comes to cool thy
humble, fervent prayer, to God, our
lee her brother that thou mayst find
bright, celestial sphere, awaits the
sister's place, how quickly would I
th a sister's smile, if sad, to breath a
tth with flowers no cloud should e'er
a sister's love, 'tis firm and lasting,
if Distribution, Va., June 13,18ti4.
BY T. S. ARTHUR.
ry word sent a shudder to the heart
i. From a child up she had been
li the idea that war was horrid and
•ecome a soldier, seemed to her per
olve cruel instinct. She saw no
•ofession of arms. Toy drums and
tever seen in the hands of her chil
lirough the unwelcome agency of
and friends, and they were in these
loved, with sober homilies on their
h my children," she would say,
enemies; not to destroy them. To
c side of peace and good-will to
t on the side of hatred and dcs- |
sons to a degree that made her a formidable de
bater on the non-combative question, with al
most every one that happened to be drawn into
an argument. It was useless to talk to her about
the undying antagonism between good and evil,
j and the necessity of external as well as internal
j combats; of national regeneration through the
; baptism of blood; of a stable peace only through
j the destruction of enemies. She denied the po
j sition. All wars were wrong, she contended,
and might be avoided.
Not in anything had Mrs. Irwin swerved from
her peace principles, up to the peroid when Sum
ter fell. But that event was like throwing sud
denly into a strong smooth current a broad ob
struction. Her whole being was a tumult. She
j caught for breath like one in danger of suffoca
tion. She felt as though the Arm foundation on
which she had been standing for years was |
crumbling under her feet. Mrs. Irwin loved her i
country and revered its flag; and this assault
upon one and desecration of the other, fired her
I soul with indignation; and when her oldest boy
j not yet in his twenty-first year, said to her with
j clenched hands and flashing eyes,—
" Mother, this must be avenged :"—
She did not answer, but sat with pale lips and
face, looking at him in such trouble and bewil
derment of mind that no thoughts became cohe
rent enough lor words, until as he drew his slen
der form to its utmost heighth—
" And there is one ready."
"John! John!" fell in weak remonstrance
from Mrs. Irwin. "Do not let a murderous
spirit bear you away."
" Dont say murderous," replied the boy, with
so much rebuke in his tones that his mother an
| swered quickly—
" A spirit of revenge then, John. ' Vengeance
is mine, saith the Lord, and I will repay it.' "
"Mother! shall we tamely submit to see this
nation destroyed, and its flag which has been
honored for eighty years, shot at, rent, trampled
upon?" The boy's eyes gleamed fiercely. "For
one I say no! And I have mistaken my moth
er's heart, if it does not echo back tho word. I
do not forget the lesson you taught me years
ago, that love of country is next to love of God.
And if we love an object purely, will we not j
defend it when assailed? Nay, even lay down
our lives in its protection ?"
In spite of all her peace principles and horrors
of war, there flowed into the mind of Mrs. Ir
win, such a feeling of admiration for the out
spoken patriotism of her son, that even he read
pride and approval in his mother's countenance.
"War is an awful thing, John," said Mrs. Ir
" I know it is, mother. But there are worse
things than war ; and that worse thing is at our
' door. You understand this as well as I do.—
" But you are not called to this work, John,"
said Mrs. Irwin, tho words faltering on her
tongue. "There are strong men enough who will
respond to the 1 resident's call. I cannot let you
go, my son." The wet oyes of Mrs. Irwin over-
John laid his hands fondly upon his mother's
shoulders, looked steadily into her face. Then
he kissed her tenderly. "For the blessings we
enioy, did not the mothers of the Revolution
give their sons to the battle-field?"
" I cannot bear it, my son! lam not strong
enough for this." And Mrs, Irwin' laid her
head upon the breast of hor boy, and wept shud
v As our day is, so shall our strength be, moth
er. Don't you believe this""
"I do, John," answered Mrs. Irwin, lifting her
face, and through half-blinding tears, looking at
him wonderingly. Nay, more than wondering
ly. She looked upon his youth with a rising
glow of pride in her heart. Every woman ad
mires courage in a man, and the true mother
loves it in her son. A now sentiment was taking
force in tho mind of Mrs. Irwin and giving
strength for duty and sacrifice. She seemed to
herself like one undergoing a quick transforma
tion. New ideas and new estimates of things
were pressing upon her and thrusting old forms
of thought aside. *' I do, my son," she repeated,
" but I never.thought to see this day."
"The day has come upon us," replied the
young man, "and shall we not be equal to it*
demand ? lam ready, and you are ready also."
He spoke in a quick, inspiring voice, for he
saw strength in the eyes of his mother, and a
gathering firmness about her mouth.
Only a little while longer was there strife in
the mind of Mrs. Irwin; only a little while lon
ger did old prejudices and foregone conclusions
battle with new convictions; only a little while
longer did shrinking, natural fear stand in the
way of duty.
A week after, and Mrs. Irwin held the hand of
her son in parting. How changed he was J In
a single week he had seemed to grow older by
years. The finely knit mouth, the steady eyes,
the finely erect figure, the already browning face
—for he had been drilling in tho open air for
Ks; the brave, resolute bearing, were all won
ful to look upon as the work of so brief a
0i Is it strange that Mrs. Irwin was proud
of her soldier boy ? She held his hand in park
"Do your duty, John," she said, in no weak
ness of tone.
" I will, mother."
" Be brave."
" I will never turn my back upon the enemy."
" God bless you and keep you, my son!" Mrs.