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' ... ' " : 'v'-': ' ' ' r' - - - . IF PAID IS ADVASCZ. . iZ. ItAUAN. Editor and Proprietor, From the (Saturday Evenii.g Post. AMERICA. My fathers were Americans, an American : am J, t ; An4 'tis my boast that I was born beneath ' mis western sKy; .... 1 prize my lovely birthplace for its freedom i ' J ' B "Ul 6'" and its fame, j mouth, smiled beside hers, down in the rip, ; In it my fathers lived and died I hope to pling water. Then Daisy started, and the; ?olhfB?rae . . ... 'deep rose tint came flushing over her face,, I ve heard of foreign countries which are' , . .1. ,. . . . : . ! very fair to see, almost blinding her, and she turned away, . But this, dear old America, is fair enough whi,e tho TOseB fcl1 from her nond8 '"to the i , forme; ; brook, and went floating away, quite out of ' And he that on it. happy soil is not content ; her reach, ' to stay, n . i-..i . r i-1 a u . May leave iUhen he likes, ond find a bet- ter where he may. : And yetthefino gentleman, with his earnest - eyes ficd on her fa,e, recalled to his mind We may not have the mountains which 1 pictures he had gazed upon in sunny South TheK no me,n0'ry half ' summits crowned with snow; , so fair as this blushing, artless picture of Wo may not bonst the grandeur or the mel- the widow l.ee's little Daisy. Wi T.h ny 'J"' , , . , ' Bul the klu8,,e8 kept quiverin? "P ov - war's ierrificrre- ' " : heT C,'eek 0nd brW 11,1 broueht tear8 . But we have fertile valleys we have hills and :to 11,6 violet eyes, and Daisy covered her dales and dells Imnds, and wished her mother would only :nn. l I . M 1 here peace and plenty sm'lo around, and sweet contentment dwells; .And WB lava cliff tl! hPllnWi.n.1hnf- Of a thousand waves that roll around ashore as free as they There's not a sea that on its breast a hostile But our fair flag is' seen toflort in stern do ' ; . fiance there; " oe. with the Tame . Of Freedom's dauutless warriors, snd with I Our ancient ; Ins'tituKs and our good Am", j Tl,e neat eyes of tho stranger and knelt down beside it and looked at , car, little wire, were it transplanted to a ' icanlaws ' wore saying plainly, ('little Daisy I love , her flushed face. Already a star hod hot house, that it would not grow prop- 1 Have won from ev'n our bitterest foes iheir y0M better than birds, or flowers, or the ! come forth into the blue sky, and then i Prly among the foreign and brilliant flow Ob, hisis'to amUeTh gentleman ! another and another, and the ciescent . It would I be the loveliest of all.' ' ' not make a stand, i . ,lovv l,er ynff heart fluttered like n moon, sank paling down in the track of ! 'Yes, sirj but tinless t'ie gaidener was ! For altar-stone, for hearth and homo in such j bird, beneath her pam calico spencer, he sun, yet still she knelt under the ' ver" gentle and lender with it, it would m tmltl.A Innif , DAISY LEE; OR, THE alEADOAT BROOK. BY COUSIN EMMA, , PA1U I. n. . . . I , .1.. I ripping over me green nwuru ro umj dew had dried awayfrom the honeysuckles,; soaring wing heavenward; while the far- iner's boys whetted their morning K-ythes; i trinnineover the green sward, w t!i cneek ! .'and lip bright and fresh as the dawn, with . . ja rose flush on one and a smile on the other, I f went little Daisy, the widow Lee's only I ' child. ' ' . Simply dressed, in plain, peasant's . gown the short loose spencer, and ski.t '!L.ht..Ai....li.in nkW with her; ... , . . .... i..,i.i - tt-nira ciin nnnnar. iiniiiriiiir iivrr iitt hiiiiuiu 1 white sun bonnet nang.ngover ner snouio-1 WMI ..w . uw-fj5 " ' rA h wi in ir litr Inno onfY linir. nnd e down to the meadow brook. ijrig,t fl0Werb: '""r" -r - - v ' looked up into her sweet eyes as she passed along, giving forth more delicious fragrance after the pressure of her fairy feet; vnd the Iim. fcnjt hiitforfltaa tii.mmorl flpn.tnft ' hpp. . . .. . !v , . half pausing 00 their swift way to the clo - , ' ' ver patches Sweet Daisy Lee with only the dew drops of sixteen years of summer mornings h i h 1 and a lurire brown pitcher i "'": ol it nun wmi ner oyvs uiu TIiLtL'w.. lrrPPn8ward!;oth't loving bosom, Daisy wh.spered her - jparming in nor ninny ..s.r, .nu o.. , 8unbeam into a cold room; warming and .white forehead Not far away from hor.lighUng ,u drettrie8t 0TBeit that , mother's humble cot; the meadow I lhouU ,tay there alwaye," Md little Paiey sang over wniia pouuies, uui nieic wric -clumps of trees and a grassy hillock, and a stretch of greensward between; so, as she went, little Daisy had time for a girlish re- verlea sort of dream, as bright as the morning. And it was on this wise: How sweet the air is, all scented with ; honeysuckles, and wild roses. I will pick some of these wild roses, ond when I get down there by the brook, I will takeoff my sun bonnet and tit down, and twist them in my hair, with the water for my looking glass, I wonder what is the reason that I look prettier in the brook, than I do in the glass there at home, for 1 know I do, and perhaps when I get the roses in my hair he will come apd fill toy pitcher, and look downlnroyfocoju,81" he did yesterday. Thope I shall not be so foolish as to turn ''red, for of course such a fine gentleman as ;he would never think nything of a poor, ignorant little country girl like moonly 'he was very kind to fill my pitplmr, I won der why 1 did not tel mamma abo)l it. . J can't think. . I tried to after 1 went, to : bed, and the candle was blown out, but ( pnnM not gpt nut the words, they made my Iip iiouibie so, and then, while I was try ing to, before I knew it, I fell fut asleep, Wittttv Journal, gcbolrb to nlcrican Jntosis, filtrate, fmcitct, ano..,(!iberal $irfdlpf c. with mamma's arm around mc." And now little Daisy was beside the brook, and stooping over it, with the wild roses in her dimpled hands, and wondering at the sweet face that smiled up with half parted lips into hers. So while she linger-. ed, a tall, noble figure came slowly, with noiseless steps along the path, and leaned j over the brook just behind her; and present-' !i ,. . .,i . ,i i..., i l .1 1 1 11. come down there to the brook, and lead her home . t.j ..... .... , , Then a gentle hand took both of hers, and R low voice cldse t0 er ear, whispered, ('Little one, y.ou must not fear me, 1 ; love the binis and the flowersand the bright j jgqinmer morning, jutt as much as you can, Look here face-ond vou wiU me no longor." uing, , throgh her long lashes still wet 1 ,., ,. ,h. wIL.j .,i 1 (.:.. f. ... 1. : 1 I.. 1 .1 . I WW,-,, , ungear uraw.ng ner head with its longr. punny curls close to his ... LM-. I.! J !.. 1 .1 I .arm, such words tit- she had never listened 'iti. hpl'm-p. pvhii iii hni ilip.ntnfi I I And the widow I.ee united nt the rnt. ' tnge door, wit!, breakfast roolinff ..u the ra, I ble, for her darling to come home, until the sun climbed i full half hour high in the j lir.uvent; then she rame fclowly ulonsr. with ! l-er ijitcher in her hai.d.and h.-r head bowed i(OWn. Wlmt had en.,." oyer Dity Lee, go'ng . p-' -e """ "fcr't "enrien song on iiBrnps retiiriiinir bilciitlw but villi e stain ire smile, and a love light i.i her eye!" Sweet -"the encertuin lot ..f voinra is upon t,,ep! nd well nmy ti e widouet mother look 011 thee anxiously, and pray Heaven . .11 ....!l ft. . .1... ....1 to avert uH evil Crow thy pathway! Dniby came in nd set down the pitcher; he -UTW'-'d her head, end met her mother's Pee'r"'"B in s moiuBius'ie was (irnwn close 10 iiiai lenner neari, wnue gentle J.pa bade tier tell u'l; why she loit i ered so lonj; tiy the meadow brook, pnd - ; . iioiiuu vuiiie uio new, iruuu(Ku (igio., biii- , . 1 r ... ; 1 l 1 i.u .. ts 1 1, ..i . 1 '' H 3 ' eBt words that still lingered in her inmost neart, una were 100 preciouj to ne trusted to another, even to that dearest friend, "He said he loved me, mother, just as he 'loved a bird or a flower, or sweet music, , . , ' because! was so simple and artless, for 1 told him I was too ignorant and humble for such as he tc think of. He said he loved me, for 1 came straight into his heart, like almott trembled at the thoughtof her greot new happiness. fir i.hilri mv 1 ittlR. nnlv lnmn." nihil. ""Z down into the blushing, joyous face. "My child, believe it not. He is above us both, I doubt not, in this world's wealth. He has proud, rich friends to whom he would not take you as his wedded wife; he means you no good; forget them Daisy all those proud words they are false and hollow. Yes, he may love you, as he said, like a flower, and like that cast you away, when he is tired of you and trample you in the dust beneath his foot." ''No, no, mother, be means just what he says, 1 am sure he does," sobbed Daisy, "he could not throw me away when I love bim so dearly I" "Sillv child, you don't know," said her mother, thinking nevertheless, he must be a hard man, indeed, if he could help loving such a dear child as Daisy. "How. can you tell that he is true when yqi have seen him only twicel" "It is jqstss if I had always known him many1 years ago, before I came into this world, aha1 1 could not help loving hiss end believing him, mother, against you. even, or the whole world. He loves me, he loves me!" 1 Ah, how sadly the gentle woman looked down into the very depths of those violet eyes, and read there the woman's laith that hoped and endured and trusted all ! 'Heaven keep thee from the evil in this world, dear child !" she sighed, and then ! . ........ 1. wcul uui wu, puucm mm quiet, yei with a cloud on he? spirit; while Daisy walked about the house, softly, and out into her flower garden with the great joy ot her: , , 0 ' I innocent young heart. j The long siimmer afternoon of the day : following this was drawing to a close when Mrs. Lee, weary with many hours of close , ,L . , . .. " of ! work to Mrs. Saxton, one of the wealthiest j and proudest women in the village, "Don't linger on the way to-night my j child"8le Baid,. receiving Daisy's good bye kiss. "I shall not feel quite at ease, ' until I have you safe at home again" ,lI will not stay, dear mother," Daisy ' lia(1 y 88 she returned er ! mission by the path that led by the brook h flutter came over her heart, and she won, . dered if it could be wroiifHust ta run down . 1 1 i, i. .1 e a"u "0 '"BB wuior ivf OUB minute, She had not been there all day, ,d she wondered ifhe ,lad been disappoint-' .... hfir ffll) miirn. , , r; r . Wft9 ' himHP,f hJpTn. ! ted her. No ihere could be harm. The wr stem ! ' clouds wero still Iringed wiih the golden 01 "eemngi.uii; 11 waa yeteuriy; and so she reached the meadow brook. wi,mvfl fl,rgeling how the minutes i a "j . T . .1 41 at 1 jjiuie ouei ah mat voice I IJais-v '' ktari bul llie arm8 ol" the stranger were arouml her' aud his l" were 011 iier fore-' hi-ad. 'li is late, fur you to be out alone,' he said chillingly, 'I will not huve my little Qaisy waiulei iiig Jown to this lonely spot flPr .lio ctmil-.u,- full i,U. I :.k i.t .w. ..... vuiaviifiia rut if unirr a Ulll rTllll ef Why did you come?' 'Because 1 feel so happy looking d iwn ""0 the wa.er, said D;v simply, 'But you could not know lha: I should , be near to lake care of you, and you ale very young and fair.' . . . , I must go, indeed I must,' sa d Daisy now thinking for the first time of hei mother's parting wish. 'Won't you please to li t me go? Mamma will be so grieved, and I forgot ' 'Does mamma know about me?' jinked , comoanion. smiling at her embarrass. o j uM her I met you, sir, and he ; input 1 ,tsk- ...-11 ...u..t A.ir di wen, wut c, mun uiru sue , said, you must tell me what she said, or ; hM kefp y0u, I don't know how long.' She said I must try and forget what you said to me, for you were a fine gen - tleman, nnd did not mean anything only to nrnuse yourself by seeing what a sim ple little girl I was.' And a Daisy spoke with difficulty, now she had finished, her head sank on her breast and she sobbed violently. Percy Vernon was silent for one mo. j meut only, he held the bowed figure more i closely in his arms; then he held her , . away m n,m. 8nu Daae ner 10 P .'Listen to me, Daisy,' he said gravely. Your mother knows more of the ! world than you; sho knows there is evil it, of which you have never dreamed Heaven keep the knowledge of it as far from you, always as it is now! but she wrongs me. ' Do you love me, Daisy, better than the whole world beside? Tell me if you do. Say, 'Percy I love you.' Daisy trembled in his arms, but she whispered the words. 1 Then hear me. You shall be my own wife. I am many years older, than you, but I will make you happy. I will take you to a home that will. dazzle you at first, and to friends who will love you, when they know you, though they are proud and cold. You trust me, do you not? And now I have promised solemnly down by this rippling brook, to love you always as now, and to make you my dear, and honored wife; and we will go togetb, er up to your cottage home, that I may promise the same in the presence of your mother, so she may trust me as you do.' PART II. It was indeed a splendid dwelling- Daisy Vernon's new hopie; with spacious '0f'y aPrlmenl8' f,lled Wlth Wa and statuarv and mirrors that reached - ; fromthe -floor to the ceiling. It seemed j like an enchanted palace to the young j bride, as she waiulered from roorn to room ' . with her hands fast clasped on her hits- band's arm. Ahd this is vour own little nest, tirdvi' 1 . ? . 1 1 V" ' A V he said to her as they entered a smaller anai.ment than the others 'Here vou ' P , me otnert, Here you . msl let me coine' and no one else' and j here ou musl 8lU(,V' See ,hese book. I have selected for you myself un- j 1 you become a very wise little child) w'fe ,0 ln's grave Percy, whom, men call i learned, but who only wants to be called , 'dearest friend' by you.' 'Ah, it frightens me,' whispered Daisy, ! -1:: 1 n .u .n I cull" 1111" VIW-CF 'U llllll. Hllilll I1CVFI . . t know what to do, I am so very ignorant unless you will take care of me and show m ,,0W; a"1' whcn 1 make mi8,alieS yU will be ashamed of me, and grow tired of me, and by and by wish you had nev- ft married poor little Daisy Lee ! Oh, '"at would kill me, indeed it would !' ' Percy put his finger Over her quivering 'The violet would have no reason to j wither and die,' and as Daisy spoke, she : shuddered, even while her husband drew : her face up tn his, and kissed her, as if to assure her that she should never die from ! wanl of tenderness and care Percy Vernon belonged to one of those '. old families that lay claim to noble blood , and trace back their genealogies to the coronelod heads of 'memo England,' and he himself was not quite free from this pride of birth. It was with no Itth anxiety therefore, that he anticipated Daisy's first meeting with his proud: mother and isiers. True he had over-' looked her humble rank in life, her pov-- I eny, and even the fact that her mother. had supported herself by her needle; ho j saw only the artless, beautiful child, who; won his whole heart with the first timid glance of her ,!lue eyes; and he made her his wife with, a noble disregard of the opinion of the world into which ho would introduce her. He knew her to be gentle, and pure as the softest petal of the white lily, and free ironi even tue inougui 01 evil, anu inai ....... .. . . .. .. . ; was enough. j Then, too, when she, a very child in j years and innocence, trembled and blush-1 ! ed in his presence: when her eyes told I with artless simplicity, even before he sought her love, that she had given it to him; there had come over his soul the ' flash of an old memory the memory of : a boyish passion, where the beloved one was a. proud, fair girl who had suffered 1 him to love her. and then trifled with his ! affection. The memory of her careless : mckery galled him vet; but not now, as " : then, did he vow never to beheve again in a woman's truth. Ah, there was no doubting the truth of Daisy's love, whun her clear deep . eyes met his and she whispered as he bade her, 'Percp, I love youl' So for that as well as for hei beauty and goodness, he gave her the tenderest affection of his mature years. Still, he knew well that his friends would receive his bride with a haughty coldness which would distress and wound her sensitive nature; and that was why he oame in to the dressing room to lead her do'vn into the great saloon whore she was to meet them for them for the first lime, prepared to examine and criticise her dress as he would a stranger's; and with an anxious expression of counten ance, that showed him to be still alive to the remarks of his high bred and aristo cratic friends and tcquintances. Daisy had dismissed her maid end while listening for his Hep in the hall, she ftood before the pirro? xamining heT dress with girlish delight. Do you like me so, sir1,' she inquired, turning eageily towards her husband, and looking u,p in his face, Percy made no answer at fast. Two short months before, w ten Daisy stood in the parlor of her cottage home, on their wedding night, in hei simple white muslin gown he thought her the fairest flower 'that e'er the sun shone on;' but now he could compare her only to an an gel, as she stood before him in her light airy robes that fell in light folds to her delicate feet; her cloudless eyes half veiled hy their long lashes; hei long sun ny hair waving over her white shoulders, her fair cheek just tinted with a rose flush; lips half parted with a bright smile; and her round dimpled arms stretched involuntarily towards him. 'I thought I looked pretty, dear Percy,' she said doubtfully, coming and leaning her sunny head on his arm, 'but I am afraid you are not satisfied I should not have dressed so much only you told me I ; must; such things seem very strange. I wonder what mamma would say dear mammal to see me now !' 'I will not tell you just what I think, lest I should turn your little head,' said Percy, stooping down, and kissing her soft hair; then drawing her arm through his, he led her down the broad stairway, and into the drawing room. Daisy trembled when her guests arri ved, but her husband was so near her, that she foil the protection sufficient to keep her front embarrassing mistake, and so passed through the trying ordeal quite to his satisfaction, until his eldest sister, Miss Isabella Vernon, remarked to her mother in a loud whispeij 'She will do very well, but she's no style; and why, for goodness sake, does not Percy tell her to put on her gloves?' To which Mrs. Vernon replied after leisurely surveying poor Daisy through her glass: 'She looks well enough but she is too ' simple. I am surprised at Percy's j choice. His wife is not an Agnes Nor-; wood.' Daisy and her husband both ' overheard these remarks. He looked annoyed, but pressed the white ungloved 1 hand that tiembled on his arm like a snow flake, very tenderly; while she, less cut ' by the words than by the thought of her J own unfitness lor Percy, wandered who' Agnes Norwood could be, Days and weeks passed on, and the happiest liouts the little bride knew, were passed in her own study; when Percy, seated in the great crimson velvet easy chair beside her own tiny one, patiently listened while she repeated the lessons! she had so carefully learned; or when he j read to her ftom the books he loved. Sometimes, indeed, her poor young head grew almost tired in its endeavor to grasp the ideas, which seemed so easy and un derstandable to Percy that he never thought to explain them to her; and then she listened to the musical flow of his fine voice, 01 watched the varying ex pression of his features. In the gay and fashionable circle in which she now moved Daisy never felt quite at home. To be sure she easily learned to conduct herself with propriety and grace, but unless her husband was with her, she was still shy and timid with sti angers. One night about six months after her marriage she had slipped noiselessly from the great drawing-rooms of Mrs. Vernon's dwelling, that the noisy voices and gay laughter might not sound so loud and had entered the conservatory alone. The flowers were very beautiful and rare; most of them exotics; but as ' she wan dered up into a distant corner, her eye fell on a bunch of sweet scented violets, Oh, they were so like home ! She drew a 1 nearer, ana leanea over ttiem. uite or two were still fresh, but the most of them had drooped and withered. Daisy shuddered, for her husband's words spo ken so short a time since flashed across her memory; and although she knew he loved her, she had begun to fear she should never be able to make him happy. She stood, half bid by a stately japonica, when the beard her husband' sjvoice, and he entered the conservatory, with a tall magnificent looking woman on hia arm. Nofihis Bot Jikt you, Miss Nor wood,' were the words Daisy heard him utier. And then in a clear, low tone, the lady answered, while her head was bent low over a delicate tea rose bush in full blossom, 'I had not thought Percy Vernon would so soon forget the vows of his youth! v 'I have not forgotten them, yet Yet you married that little thing, 'inter rupted Agnes Norwood, impetuously. You married a mere child. What can she know of4 your inner and higher self? What can she be to you more than a mere toy to wile away your leisure lime with? What is she but a pretty baby7' You forget yourself, Miss Norwood you forget of whom you are speaking,' said Percy gravely. 'I remember much I would fain forget,' she said and her voice trembled. 'I re member a warm summer evening by the sea shore, when the moonbeams fell on the calm waves, and the heavens were filled with stars. Have yon forgotten it, Mr. Vernon Percy?' 'Forgotten ! Agnes Norwood why do you speak to me thus. I must leave you, or I may say that you would not like to hear. Let us bo as strangers from this night,1 and as he spoke, Percy let go her arm and turned away. You can never forget me, Percy, nev er !' and the proud woman raised her re gal head, until her large black eyes flash ed full on his (ace. 'Go back to that lit tle doll, whom you call wife, and the memory of your firsi love, and your bro ken vows shall ever come between j ou and her.' I never broke a vow !' exolaimed Per cy, indignantly. 'You you to 8?y those words!' and he flung himself from the light touch of her jewelled hands, and hastily left the conservatory, Poor Daisy stood perfectly still, in the shadows of the japonioa, hearing every word, yet without the power to speak or more. It seemed to hei that her heart had ceased to beat, and her 'face and head were almost burning. With strained and eager eyes, she watched the elegant wo man after her husband left her alone. She saw her raise her while hand blazing with jewels 10 her brow, as if to still the throbbing at her temples ; she saw her crush a spray of roses beneath her slen der foot; and then she saw her smooth the dark folds of her hair, and bring a smile to her lips, as bright and fresh as the morning. OhJ how could ehe do it just as if there was no giief ct her heart, thought Daisy id her simplicity; then, with her dark, magnificent face covered with smiles, Agnes Norwood turned, and left poor Daisy alone with the , flowers ; and her almost broken heart. . - How long didshe.elay there? It might have been a few short minutes, it might have been long, weary hours, for aught the child knew to the contrary. At last her husband's feet fell on the marble floor; he stood in the door, and glanced hastily around, as if seeking for her, and Daisy came from her hiding-place to meet him. Ah, I almost feared I had lost you, lit tle wife,' said Percy. 'Do you know it is lime we were at home. The carriage is at the door. Let me go and help you on with your cloak for I am tired of all this display, 'So am I,' replied Daisy, Wearily. 'I want to go home home to dear mamma; I am so tick. My head aches.' Percy looked down anxiously at her flushed brow and cheek, hut ' attributing her headache to the crowded Tooms and the heat, he hurried along to the drawing room and bade her hasten. 'I will wait down here long enough to read these letters,!' he said to her, when they had reached home, 'and then I will come up to your little study, and you shall sit in my big chair, while I bathe your poor head.' So Daisy went slowly up stairs, with the heavy weight at her heart, and a dull pain in her temples. Percy followed her half an hour later, He entered the study, but no Daisy was there o meet him. In a moment, howev er, he heard her step on the stair, and she oame slowlv into the room. She had ta- ken off her ball dress and stood still be fore him, her hair hanging in long loose waves to her waist ; and dressed as he saw bet first, in her shod spencer and skirt j her white bare feet almost buried VOLUME 2. NUMBER in the soft carpet. .-. ;!( . 'Why, Daisy !' he exclaimed Wbat is this for! You are very sick, poor child,' he added, quickly alarmed at the peculiar brightness in her eyes, as he drew near her. Daisy eluded him, and, fixing her gaze steadily upon him, she said 5 - I 'Will you please let me go home (0 m&mma, Mr- Vernon ? I do not want to, slay in this hat-house any longer Eve- rything burns nie, and I want to go back, to the medow brook, and t.10 willow trees, -May I go V .,-.- Perhaps so, we will go together, some, time Daisy, but you must l;e down now, and be quiet,' said her husband, much a larmed. , , 'You could not love me mamma said you never would a great while,' said DaU sy, in toe same monotonous 'one, 'But you did not tell me about Miss Norwood; I did not know you loved her. Now I will go home, and you ii'ry forget me and m?rry Mis Norwood, and kill the little violets, and slop the meadow brook from. singing, sue' . . But here Daisy's voice ceased, and she fell heavily into Pe.cy's arms. , . , - Long weeks of suffering followed, in wh'c'i she lay helpless on her couch, while her husband, forgetting everything save that the light of his life was perhaps going out forever, hung over her in des pair. The pale widowed mother came loafrom her far off cottage home, and went about the room with quiet steps and, tearful eyes, for all thought that Daisy was dying. But tender care and watch-, ing were not without effect, aud at length tho stiicken child opened her eyes and spoke feebly it ia true, hut calmly Mamma are you here and Percw.V , They were at her side ere the words , were uttered, and lent over her. with thankful faces, "You must not talk, dear little wife," said Percy, laying his finger on her white . tremulous lips. 'Do you love me, Percy V she persist ed iu saying. ;.y 'Better than my life best of anything . in the wide world,' Percy replied fervent ly ; and then the cycR's dropped, until their long fringes rested on the pale cheeks, and Daisy slept, When she was quite well and only needed strength, her mother and husband look her back to her old home ; end there down by the meadow brook, he told her the siory of his boyish passion for Agnes Norwood ; and afterwards by the silver light of the crescent moon, renewed the vows that were so dear To her, and of whose sincerity she wondered she could have for one moment doub'cd: fortltyi Transcript, Appetite and Drink&titb. A lady making inquiries of a hoy aho pt his father an intemperate man who hed been lick for some time, asked whether he had re gained his appetite. 'No, ma'am,' says the boy. 'not exactly, his appetite is very poor, bul his drinkatite is as good as ' ever.' -. .. Gcn. Lee and Dk. Cuttinq. Johq B. Cutting was atttrgeon iu the Army of. the Revolution, and coming to Philadel phia, lodged in a house where Gen, Lee was then boarding; the Doctor was a good looking man and not indifferent to drese' The General suddenly enteringthe sitting room, found the Doctor before the glass, carefully adjusting his cravat, . 'Cutting,' says Lee,' you must be the happiest man in creation.' The former turned round, with a smile , ol self-complacency 'And why, Gener al?' says hp, Why!' replied Lee, 'because you are" ' in love with yourself, and have not a rival on earth.' Truly this was a cutting remark, ATnui Mother. -A writer beautifully remarks that it man's mother is the repre sentative of his Maker. Misfortune and crime set no . bairiers Jbelween her ' and her son, While his mother lives, a man has one friend on earth who will not desert him when he is needy. Ilcr amo tion flows from a pure fountain, ami ccair4 Uuly in uic veciui of tttaunjr , 7IsthatltICb4n)yIl, ? H Hi I.u fi s h. ? in U i!