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Y m ; ,t ' M M Ml gy I t? Stouihfy gfournHl ttevohd to tfw mhvtnk of the aldiars mid xilor8 of Hit hit wnvt mid nil mmatmn of-the gutted inte$. t- ruuiishecl by Tho 1 -vr TTuTvr 10 TIT A aT-TT-VTrnnxT Ti H TT?rvtfVf"D-nir iQfro f TEEMB.FIFTY OENTBEBB YEAB. r j i ii.? .i v j.-. 11 uiixxiuxva. -r vy.j a-'AvxaiT--J-J-xt;j aui 1 EATIONAL TRIBUNE COMPANY. Kntcrtd according t Ad eOongrtt$, n Ml fear 0 our Lvri, 1818, ih Ojfk oftto Ubni Um eCongreti, at tfiMngton, 0. 0. Specimen Oopios sent Free on Bequest. 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 i 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 (at all. r i '?. ; v M. tf ! t- f 5- V Jl J:l m I li i o-f-'