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- t i an Devoted to Literature, News of the Day, Agriculture, and Important Local Intelligence, Etc. VOLUME V. MARYVILLE, TENNESSEE, SATURDAY, JANUARY I, 1S73. NUMBER 4H. rm SIERRAS A PIOS. HY JOAQriN MILLKK. Wlilj a buckler and sword into buttle I moved, I wan m:itrliless ami Htroug ; I Hto.n in the runh ami the rattle Of shut, ami the spirit of Bong Wa upon mi', and youthiul and splendid My annor Hashed far in the kuu A I sansi of my lau.l. It in ended. Ami aU hius been done and uuduue, 1 (lonoend with my dead in the trenches, To-ni(tlit I lcnd down ou the plain In the dark, and memory wreuchm The poul. I turn up to the rain The cold aud the Wautiful faces Aye, faces forbidden for years Turned up to my fare with the trace Of blood to the white rain of tera. (Vmnt backward the year on your tinker While forward riden yonder whits moon, Till the Boul tnrus aside, and It limrcra By a grave that wan lxrn of a June By the prave of the spill where the gram- Are tangled aa witch-woven hair, And where fixtprinta are not, Bnd where px-utcn Nut any thing known anywhere. By a grave without tooiuliHtone or token. At a tomb where no fern-leaf or fir. Boot or branch was once leuded or broken To beetow there the lxnly of her; For it lives, and th woul perished only. And alone In that land, with these IkanUf. Did I lay the dead foul, aud all lonely Does it lie. to thin day in the Band. I ! a wild little maid.ni witli tresses. Of gold on the wind of the hills ; Aye, a wise little maiden, that gue.-set. Some good in the eruelet ills ; And a babe, with his baby lists doubled And thrust to my beard aud within. And he laughs like a fountain half troubled. When my tngers chuck under his chin. Should the dead not diyay when the culture Of flelds be resumed iu the May? Lo I tie days are dark-winded as the vulture, Iet them swoop, then, and bear them away. By the walks let me cherish red flowers, Hy the wall teach one tendril to run. Lest 1 wake aud watch all the bourn, I shall ever see under the sun. It is well, maybeso, to lie-ar losses. And to lieiid aud bow down to the r-nl. If the scarlet red bars and the crosses. Ik- rounds up the ladder to G-hI. But this mockiug of men ! All ! that enters The marrow ; the howling of Hell In return for my song love that centers, Va.-t laud, upon thee, is not Well. And I go, thanking God iu my goin That an ocean flows stormy aud dfep : And yet gentler to me is its flowing Than the storms that forbid me to sleep ; And I go thanking Ood with hands lifted. That a laud lies beyond, where the free And the giant of heat and the gifted Of soul have a home jn the sea. DAISY'S SERWEANT. A tory by lle Late Krel. AV. I.oilui;. From the Old and Nw. I3y a special order from the war de partment, Cant. Bullington, brigadier general of volunteers, was transferred from comparative peace ami comfort, in one of our island cities, to a remote military station, west of the Rocky mountains. This military station was named Camp Jenkins, after the com mander of a surveying expedition who established it. It had been established because there were Indians in its vicini ty; the instant that it was established the noble red men faded away like morning mist, with the exception of a few who did washing for their oppres sors. It was a lovely spot; it had cotton-wood and willow tree standing by the banks of a rivulet of clear and sparkling spring water, and the parade ground was a magnificent lawn of vel vety grass. Around this parade ground stood the quarters of the garrison; at the head, four cottages belonging to the officers and the surgeon; while the bar racks and the guard-room completed three sides of the rectangle, the fourtn being left open, and showing a wonder ful picture of purple mountains, barren and verdnreless for thousands of feet, while the summits held pine forests, and fields of dazzling snow that flashed on the eyes even iu the middle of arid July. Outside of Camp Jenkins, for miles around, were deserts of sage-brush; in side was a natural landscape, that by contrast seemed a bit of paradise. The inhabitants of this paradise were, at the opening of this story, in the Adamite condition as far as the absence of wo man was concerned. Mrs. Gen. Bul lington had flatly refused to accompany the general when she rirst heard the news of his transference to the West; afterward, finding that the general was placidly preparing to go without her, she determined to follow. Imagine then the scene as I have described it at Camp Jenkins, while (Ten. Bullington is discovered on the piazza in front of his cottage, just waked from his afternoon nap by the arrival of the daily mail. In his hand is an open letter, signed Ma tilda Bullingtoti, which informs him that his wife will arrive a week after her letter. " Crestle!" cried the general to his lifutentant, who was crossing the parade ground; '"Look here, will you?" Lieut. Crestle, formerly a lieutenant colonel of volunteers, not only looked there, as the general l'equested, but came there and stood by the side of his commanding officer, lie was a hand some, soldierly-looking fellow, dear to (Jen. Bullington because he was brave, honorable, a graduate of West Point, and a Philadelphian. "Creste," said the general, " my wife is coming next next." " So is mine," replied Crestle. "And the cottage is not in order; and the carpets are not down," said the general plaintively. " Here's the doc tor." " I have good news," said Dr. Gil bert My wife is coming next week." " It's a conspiracy!" said (Ten. Bnl lington. " What do they all come together for? There will be a row here in two. days." "That is an ungallant remark," said Dr. Gilbert. " I can't help it," said Gen. Bulling- ton. " Matilda is the best woman in the world; but when she comes, well, gentlemen, how do I pass my afternoons now?" "You sleep, and vou go fronting," said Col. Crestle. "Well, alter Matilda comes," said Gen. Bullington, " I shall go fronting alt igether." With these oracular words, Gen. Bul lington cease.l. Men were detailed to paper and carpet, the officers' cottages; and a week after the general received his wife's letter, that lady was deposit ed at the doorfrom the ambulance which had been sent to the railroad station, a trilling distance of sixteen miles, for her. At the same time Mrs. Crestle alight ed. Th general knew who Mrs. Crestle was, and greeted her cordially. " Your husband will be here in a few minutes," he said. " I see you and my wife have traveled together part of the way, so that I suppose you are acquaint ed." " We have Hot yet been introduced," said Mrs. Bullington severely. The general felt vaguely that there was a natural antagonism between Mrs. Crestle and his wife, and introduced them with the air of a martyr. "I am happy to meet you, Mrs. Cres tle," said Mrs. Gen. Bullington. " You are verv kind," returned Mrs. Crestle. Mrs. Crestle was a small wo man, and Mrs. Bullington a large one; but size is not always victorious in fem ine contests. ' Is your husband stationed here?" inquired Mrs. Bullington. "Yes, Mrs. Bullington," replied Mrs. Crestle. " Colonel Crestle was trans ferred to this place by the same order til at sent your husband here." " Ah!" remarked Mrs. Bullington, in a slightly surprised tone. "Is your husband a colonel then ?' "That is his volunteer rank," replied Mis. Crestle sweetly, "just as brigadier general by brevet is Capt. Bullington 's, you know." The skirmish had proved successful for Mrs. Creatle. Mrs. Bullington real ized it, and wondered whether that audacious woman, as she inwardly des ignated Mrs. Crestle, -would ever dare to address her as "Mrs. Capt. Bulling ton." As for the general, lie felt that there had been a battle, though he could not comprehend how it had been fought. The arrival of Col. Crestle, who was affectionately greeted by his wife, sus pended hostilities for a time, ami the couples went in to dinner. Now, what Mrs. Bullington said to the general at dinner, only she and her husband know; but, after dinner was over, the general was seen with his ex tensive fishing-tackle making his way to the trout stream. Two days after this, Mrs. Dr. Gilbert arrived; and with her came her sister-in-law, Daisy Gilbert. Daisy Gilbert was uncommonly pretty. She had curls and dimples and smiles fluttering around and across her face. She was lithe and graceful, though petite. Sho had con sideradle independence of character. She seldom asked advice, and still more seldom took it. She was, in a word, a spirited little beauty. By the time of her arrival, there was a distinctly recognized hostility between Mrs. Gen. Bullington and Mrs. Crestle. They still greeted each other politely enough; but Col. Crestle did not smoke an after-dinner cigar, as formerly, ou the piazza of Gen. Bullington's cottage; and a distinct boundary-line seemed now to be drawn between the respective premises of the two gentlemen. The arrival of Daisy Gilbert produced a marked effect on the camp. Iu the first place not only did it inspire the two un married lieutenants with a wild passion, but made them drill their men for the most part directly under her windows, especially when a right or left wheel was required. Thereby Daisy's lawn was injured, and her temper sliglitly ruffled. But, strong as was Daisy's ef fect upon the gentlemen, still more marked and intense was the impression she produced upon the ladies. Mrs. (ien. Bullington remarked to Mrs. Crestle that Daisy was so gentle and modest. Mrs. Crestle replied in ac quiescence with Mrs. Bullington, inti mating that a chief charm of Daisy was that she never gave herself any airs. To this Mrs. Bullington retorted that Miss Gilbert wasn't always "working and contriving to gain gentlemen's at tention, Mrs. Crestle," and Mrs. Crestle responded, that she wasn't so old 'that she had to exert herself to do so. The ladies were fast becoming a little broad and inelegant in their manner of scratching eacli other, being so far re moved from civilization. Each looked on Daisy as an adherent that must be won by Iter side. But Daisy would not ally herself to either the Bullington or the Crestle faction ; though she was a great pet with the general, and ac- i cepted numberless little attentions from ; Col. Crestle. j Now, one day, when it happened that ! Daisy and Mrs. Crestle were on Mrs. Bullington's piazza together, a sergeant came up with a message to the general, i which he delivered and went away. j "What a handsome soldier!" said i Daisy. . " Is he?" said Yieii. Bullington. j " My dear," "said Mrs. Bullington, j " you ought not to notice a common J soldier." j " He wasn't a common soldier," said ! Daisy ; " for he had braid on his arm." j "The principle is the same," said! Mrs. Bullington. " But he was handsome," insisted Daisy; and Mrs. Crestle laughed. But Mrs. Bullington did not laugh. She delivered a short lecture upon the evils which might arise from young ladies looking at young people of the opposite sex ; and then, with swift, fem inine logic, asserted that such evils were intensified when there was great social inequality between the looker-on and the looked -on. Daisy stood there, very pretty and sliglitly vexed, pulling a bouquet to pieces, as the cidm stream of Mrs. Bullington's discourse mean dered gently on. Again the sergeant appeared, and stood before them. Dai sy saw him look at her admiringly, and colored ; then she observed that his eve fell upon the flowers she held. Sud- denly, almost abruptly, she held them out to him. I "Do you like flowers?" she asked, j "If you do you can have them." And j the sergeant bowed and glanced expres- j sively at her; his eye was blue but ex- ! pressive: and tlien lie walked away. , "My dear," began Mrs. Bullington ; and then she stopped ; utterance failed j her. ! "Well," said Mr. Crestle, " has that ! sergeant made a conquest of you, Dai sy ? First you called him handsome, then you gave him flowers ; what will you do next ?" "O was that the same sergeant ?'' said the humbug innocently. "Of course it was," replied Mrs. Crestle. "I think you are mistaken, Mrs. Crestle," said Mrs. Gen. Bullington, with dignity. "O, come now," said (ien. Bullington indignantly, "let us drop the sergeant." And so the sergeant was dropped. But some three or four days afterward, a.s the same people were setting in the same spot, Col. Crestle said : " There is going to be a ball to-morrow night." "A ball?" said Daisy, suddenly brightening up. "Yes," said Col. Crestle, "a ball over at l'orter Gulch. Shall we go ?" '(). ves,"said Daisv, "bv all means." "Why, Ned," sa'id Mrs. Crestle. "just think what you are proposing ! There will be miners and all soitsof dreadful creatures there, audits fifteen miles away from here. Our going is quite out of the question." " I think you are mistaken, Mrs. Cres tle," said Mrs. Bullington. "It is jkjs sible for us to go, and I for one would enjoy it. General, we will go and-take Daisy with us." " Very well," said the general sub missively. Now, Mrs. Gen. Bullington did not w ish to'go to the ball at Porter's Gulch, and only the controversial spirit inspired her to do so. But, of course, it was im possible for her to recede from her po sition, and so on the appointed evening she and Daisy.ltogether with Gen. Bul lington "and Dr. Gilbert, entered the huge mountain-wagon belonging to the camp, and started for Porter's Gulch. Just as they entered that flourishing settlement, Dn Gilbert was recognized and carried oft' to attend a sick person near, so that the Bullingtons aud Daisy entered the dining-room of the Gulch house, where the ball was to take place, alone. The dining-room was certainly not an imposing apartment. The ceiling was low and smoky ; the walls, unlike those in most of the houses at Porter's Gulch, were papered, but with paper so hid eous in its design and color as to make the spectator regret that the laths and plaister which had, at all events, the merit of simplicity, were hidden from i view. Dancing had already began when the Bullington party entered. The room was crowded ; there were three sets of " plain cotillions," wonderfully plain, Daisy thought, with a shudder, i already on the floor ; while forty-three j young men with large hands and feet, ' who had been unable to secure part-1 ners, sat grimly in the seats w hich were placed on all four sides of the ball room. Such a motly assemblage as that wax. Fat women, gaunt women, gray-haired women and little girls were among the dancers, and a grand-mother, if Daisy had only known it, was execut ing that interesting and beautiful figure known as the " ladies chain " with her grtii al- dan gl iter. At tine end of the room the orchestra sat in state, composed of a melodeon, a violin, a guitar, a cornet and a brass trumpet. The performers on these va rious instruments seemed to have va rious ideas of time and tune, and con tinually indulged in little departures from the key in which they were play ing. The blast of the trumpet was not sustained, but intermittent ; when it did occur, however, it was so powerful as to entirely drown everything else. In spite of the confusion and noise, the entrance of the two ladies excited an amount of attention calculated to de light both ladies had they been vora ciously craving of masculine admiration. The "plain cotillion" soon reached its end ; and several men thereupon rushed toward Mrs. Bullington and Daisy. "The next dance," said one of the roughest-looking of these, "is a waltz. May I have the honor, marm ?" "Sir," said Mrs. Bullington, in min gled anger ami disdain, "I do not waltz." "I'll learn you how, marm," said the man, with a persistence worthy of a bet ter object. " I do not dance with strangers,'' said Mrs. Bullington. with increased sever ity. " You'd better, marm," said the man persuasively. "Woman is scarce here abouts, and we'd like to have you and your daughter there trot out a little. We don't want no folks here that won't dance." Iu spite of the presence of Gen. Bul lington, poor Daisy felt a little fright ened. She did not want to dance with a man whoso pistol and bowie-knife were his most striking features. Just as she was sitting there, perplexed and confused, hardly realizing what the va rious men about her were trying to say, the tones of a man's voice, which sound ed fresh, pleasant, and manly, struck her ear. Now, when the feminine ear is struck by the tones of a man's voice, the feminine eye turns to look at the owner of the voice. The voice said : "Why, Miss Gilbert, this is a pleas ant surprise. Don't you remember me, Harry Curran V" And Daisy looked, in accordance with the law we have just enunciated, and recognized him. Then she gave a little gasp, and looked at Mrs. Bullington, and saw that she did not recognize him. " Mav I renew our acquaintance bv a waltz, Miss Gilbert ?" said Mr. Harry Curran; and Daisy said yes ; and they left Mrs. Bullington, and in an instant his arm was around her supple waist, aud off they went, all fire and grace and beauty, in spite of the melodeon and trumpet, exciting admiration even in the stupid louts around them. So well did Mr. Harry Curran waltz that Daisy went once and a half around the room before slit? stopped, and then she said, " Of course you must explain your con duct, sergeant." "I owe it to you, I know," said Mr. Curran ;" but I wish you could trust me enough, and believe I am sufficient ly a gentleman for you to forget my real position. I came over here without leave of absence ; and, if I am discov ered, I am disgraced. I saw that those men troubled you, and I hoped to help you out of your difliculty." "What did you come over here for?" said Daisy. " For the same reason that you did," said the sergeant; "and vet that was not my only reason." "What was it then," said Daisy, im periously. "Because you came," said the ser geant boldly : and then he colored. "You are no sergeant," said Daisy. "At least, you talk to me as I have heard other young gentlemen, no, I don't mean that, but, who are you?" "Don't ask me please, Miss Gilbert," said the sergeant. " My life has been a ruin and a waste ; my brilliant hopes and prospects have been worse than crushed ; aud now I am simply Sergeant Butler except to-night, when I try to forget what I am, and return to what I was. This waltz is over ; may I dance with you again ?" "But Mrs. Bullington will detect you, I am afraid," said Daisy. Not a bit, said the sergeant gayly. " Introduce me and see." And strigh't way Daisy did so. " Let me see," said Mrs. Bullington reflectively. " Curran, Curran. Your fact? seems familiar. Are you any rela tive of Mrs. Joseph Curraii of Philadel phia, u charming woman, and a very dear friend of mine ?" "Iam her husband's nephew," said Mr. Harry Curran with a bow. "Dear me!" said Mrs. Bullinjrton ; "I thought your face seemed familiar. General, how much he reminds one of Joseph Curran." " Very," said th General. " You must take good care of Daisy to-night," said Mrs. Bullington blandly. "The child is passionately fond of danc ing, and enjoys the picturesque element she finds among these people. Only the other day she quite went into rapture over such a c mmonplace-looking ser geant at the campj said he was hand some ; so ridiculous, fau know." The child upon tins blushed vividly and hastily said it was time for the next dance ; upon which Mr. Curran checked the How of Mrs. Bullington's conversa tion by carrying Daisy off. "Are you really Mr. Joseph' Cumin's nephew ?" asked 1 aisy. "Certainly," said Mr. Curran. Daisv looked carefully at him. He seemed handsome; but she fancied his look had a little exultation in it. "Do you know who the handsome sergeant at the camp is?" she asked, and had the pleasure of seeing a shade of doubt appear in his expression. "No, I do not," he said. "Has lie a mustache?" "O, no," replied Daisy; "a full beard, and taller and darker than you are. And I only said he was handsome to tease Mrs. Bullington." " Will you do me a favor 'r" asked Mr. Currau. "Perhaps," said Daisv. "Whatsis it?" " When Mrs. Bullington is ready to leave, delay her a little," replied Mr. Harry Curran, "until he can start ahead of them, and get back to the camp in time." Now, at this moment the wrath of Mrs. (Jen. Bullington was aroused. She sat and looked upon the throng, but miugled not with them. Now, beside the " caller," who stood mounted on a platform behind the melodeon, and by the side of the trumpet, was a lxtt 1 and a tumbler ; and in the bottle was the national beverage, whisky. Agree ably exhilarated by the national bevt r age, the natural wit and humor of the caller of figures began to find vent. Accordingly he varied his calls from the dull and stereotyped routine. Instead of " lady forward, and swing opposite gentleman, and balance to fourth gen tleman," lie cried, "lady forward and swing the handsomest man in the room, and then balance to the one she loves best." This filled the bosom of Mrs. (ien. Bullington with disgust; and, when Daisy and Mr. Curran returned, she announced her intention of leaving this " disgraceful n.-ei.o." But Daisy teased for just one dance more, and Mr. Curran seconded her, and so she went out for the Virginia reel. Mrs. Bulling ton saw figures of ungainly men and calico-dressed belles go spinning about, and grew thoroughly glad that Mrs. Crestle was not present to exult in her discomfiture. Verv long indeed the dance seemed to Iier, and very much astonished she was when Daisy appeared alone beside her. "Why, where is Mr. Curran?" she asked ; and Daisy explained that he hud been called awav. Then Mrs. Bulling ton rose to go ; but Daisy was such a i longtime getting ready, that she grew quite impatient, and the general quite sleepy. And then, when they were all seated in the ambulance, Daisy found she had forgotten her fan, and it was absolutely necessary to go back and get it. But at last they reached the camp, and Daisy broke the silence which had oppressed them with the words, " Quite safe ! (), T am so glad !" "Of course we are quite safe, you foolish child," said Mrs. (ien. Bulling ton. "You had better go straight to bed. You have been dancing too much to-night." And Daisy thought that perhaps she had, though she did not say anything, but went slowly, very slowly, to sleep. "To-morrow morning," she thought, "when he conies, a; he probably will, to the general's cottage with some mes sage, he will not find me there, and that will disappoint him. And. when he does not see nit', lit1 will smile from un der his mustache ; his mustache is very becoming ; and I shall look very blank. How disappointed he will be." And so Daisy began to dream. The next day found Daisy very fretful and discontented. Cause, her plans had been frustrated. In the first place, he did not come in the morning ; in the second place, when he did come, in the afternoon, he did not smile from under his mustache, partly because his mus tache was shaved off, mi I partly because, having flirted occasionally in his life before, he was prepared for a feminine reaction on the part of Daisy, from Un graciousness of her behavior on the preceding night. But the next day Gen. Bullington, who had made a pet in every way of Daisy, blindly become an instrument in the hands of Providence. "My dear," said he, "I have found a horse in the camp tliat will just suit you. Horseback riding will do vou good." "O, it will be lively," cried Daisy joyously ; and then, as an afterthought, added, "but I can't go alone, general." "That is true," said the general. " I have told Sergeant Butler to act as your escort. He is a good, honest sort of fellow; very trustworthy; and, while ho rides behind vou, you can feel finite safe." "I should feel safe, I know, general," said Daisy demurely; "but would it bo proper i Proper! Oh, confound it!" said the general: " I forgot all about that. I'llj ask Matilda." j Matilda, on being asked, and hearing j casually that Mrs. Crestle had said it would be improper, immediately ex- pressed her opinion that Mrs. Crestle j was a fool. j " If it were a lieutenant," said Mrs. j Gen. Bullington, decisively, "objections I could oe, raised. L,ut what is a ser geant? The idea is absurd." So it was settled; and one pleasant morning in May, Daisy and Sergeant Butler started together on the moun tains. The scenery was barren, the foliage mostly sage-brush; yet Daisy glanced furtively at the sergeant, who looked rigidly proper. He did not speak; he was attentive, obedient, energetic: but he did not open the conversation; so Daisy herself final ly made a remark, i'? S-2 " I suppose General Bullington told you that you were to ride out with me whenever I wanted to go." "Yes, miss," replied the sergeant. " Now, don't talk in that stiff" way," said Daisy, " when you know I know better. Please don't be a sergeant, Mr. Curran." " Very well, then." said Mr. Curran, becoming elastic suddenly, "if you are so kind as to let me be my old self." "Why, of course," said Daisy, "Ser geants are not interesting." "Thanks for the implied compli ment." " Don't suppose that 1 imply any thing," said Daisy. "Only please tell me vour story." "I have none to tell," said Mr. Cur ran. " Oh, very well, then!" said Daisy, and pouted. She could pout. "Well, really, Miss Gilbert," said Mr. Curran, "there is very little to say. I wits born at an early age." "You can skip that," said Daisy. "Well, then," continued Mr. Curran, " I w as engaged to be married by my uncle, who has taken care of me since my parents died, and whose fortune I was to inherit. Now, it is a good thing to be engaged. My uncle and myself were agreed on that point; but we differ ed on another." "And that was?" asked Daisy. " And that was the woman he select ed. As I was going to marry for myself and not for my uncle, I remonstrated. Bemonst ranee made a row, and I enlist ed for three years. The lady in ques tion is married; my uuele is ready to welcome me back; but I insist on serv ing out my time, which lasts about five months longer. Now, won't you tell me vour storv?" " Mine!" cried Daisy, "Why, noth ing ever happened to me." " I am very glad to hear it," said Mr. Harry Curran; then there was silenco for a little while. " It was curious the way we first met; wasn't it?" said Daisy. "Very," said Mr. Curran. So, affcer this, Daisy roil- tint fre quently with her sergeant; and, as peo pie generally mind their own business west of the Mississippi, nothing was said, except by the private soldiers, who naturally envied their comrade's luck. But one July dav when (ien. Bulling ton sat, radiant in Panama hat and linen duster, under the cotton-wood trees ou tin bank of the creek, endeavoring to beguile some unwary lish, he heard the steps of horses, and lie heard voices. The voices wen soft and low; he looked, and saw Daisy ijid her sergeant, and he heard them call each other "Daisy" and "Harry." His first impression was that he was dreaming; then as he listened in astonishment to what they were saying, he felt very young for a few seconds; and then with an elephan tine bound that threw his fishing-jKle out into the creel;, he sprang to his feet, and cried out, "Stop!" They stopped. They were on the opposite side of the crtek; and the gen eral was forced to elevate his voice slightly, so that the tableau was not en tirely impressive. "What," said the general f-ternly, " does all this mean?" Then Daisy began to cry, and the sergeant tried to explain, in a straight forward and manly way; and the general felt himself growing steadily younger and younger, and finally said, " You needn't say anything more. I don't know about such things myself; but come over to my house immediately on your return to camp." And the pair rode off, ami the general walked off slowly to his home. ' I never was worked up with any thing romantic before," he said to him self; "and I will never be again. What right has a sergeant to be no sergeant at all? And what will Matilda say?" This is what Matilda said: she ad vanced smilingly to meet her husband, and said, "What a charming little romance this is!" " What!" said the general: "vou like it?" "Certainly," said Mrs. Bullington: " it is an excellent match. Why. gen eral, he will come into half a million. And the wedding is to be here in camp. His time is up iu seven weeks now. The general sat down and w iped his forehead. "Well," said he, "1 do not under stand women." Died of (irler. A touching story comes from Mem phis. An old man, Peter Bean by name, a w ell-digger iu the locality for something like thirty years, had a dog' of which he was very fond. Peter was a bachelor, and he lived a lonely life. The only thing he tenderly fondled was the dog who shared his bed and who divided with his master the frugal meal. Well, the dog, which was nearly always by Peter's side, was large and powerful of frame, and cheerful aud playful in disposition. It seemed to love its master with that perfect, en during love that crowds all less weighty objects from the heart. One day it was separated a few hours from the old man. Peter was patiently laboring at the bottom of the well, when he faintly heard the joyful bark of his favorite. He looked up; there was a swift glance of recognition, and then the light went lout of the well-diggers eves forever. The eager rush of the dog to greet its master displaced a heavy bucket and sent it crashing down upon Peter's head. A few minutes after the battle-worn man was dragged to thesurfaeeableeding comse. With niteous howls the faithful animal licked the ugly wounds, but the fond caress could not reanimate the fast stiffening body. The man was laid out in his shroud, but before the grave closed over the human form the dog was also dead. It had stretched itself before the cold clay of its master and moaned out its life in griof. It is a sad storv silvered o'er w ith touching beautv. If we celebrate in verse the death of Panthea, who slew herself upon the the corpse of her beloved Abradatas, why should we not drop a word of sympathy for the dog who refused to live because his master had died? -A Washington street boy received a dollar for learning eight hundred Bible verses, and has bought with it a hand some deck of lineuback cards. UALLpF UF TJIK 11 ALL. ors. -Come ft$Ui iu ! How rre you i'red ? FiliajLrt-bair, and have n liflit." KKKt. Jfl'ill, old boy, recovered yet ?tk'rvm th Mather's jam last Bight V" 'Didn't dam ; the German's uid." tua. "liulut you? I had to lead Awful bore ; but where were you ?" CIS. Sat it out with llollie Meade. 'Jolly little girl she is Said he didn't o-a-r-e to dance Ilather have a quiet chat. Then she gave me ucU a glance. ' So when you had cleared the room, And had captured all the chair. Having nothing else, we two Took possession of the stair. "I was ou the lower step ' il lib e on the next above. Gave mo her bo'piet to hold A-s-k-e-d me to draw on her fcloxe. " Then, of course, I squeezed her baud Talked about my wasted life Kald my sole salvation must lie a t rue- and gentle wife. "Then, jou know, I used my eje.i She believed me, every word. Almost eaid she loved me Jove! Such a voice I never heard. Gave uie some symbolic flower With a ineuniug, oh, so sweet '. Oon't know where it is, I'm sure, Milft have d-r-o-p-p-e-d it. in the street. How 1 sjtooned ! and she the goose Well, I know it wasn't right, Uut she did believe me so, That I k-i-8-s-e-d her; pas a light." Jl I.IA. "Mollie aloode! Veil, I declare: And walking up the avenue I After wliat occurred last night, Who'd a-thought of seeing you V "Oh, you awful wicked girl There, don't blush I saw it all." Saw all what "Saw vou, iuM night, At the Mather's in the hart." Oh, you horrid ! where were you ? Wasn't Gus an awful goose? Most men must be caught; bnt be. liuu bis nock r:ght iu the uooxe. "I wus almost dead to dance I'd have done it if I could but papa eaid I must stop. And I promised ma 1 would. "So I looked up sweet, and said 1 didiit tuuiii a t.ilk with him, Hope he didn't see my face Luckily the lights were dau. 'Then he gently tcjuecicd my liilni. IOoking swiftly in my fare V 1th his handsome, loving eyes; Ileully, he's a f uuuy cu--e '. " He was aU so fsarnent, to.; lint I thought I'd have to laugh When be kissed a flower I gave. Invoking silly as a calf. " I suppose Gus has it now. In a wine-glass on his slielves ; It's a mystery o nic Why men will deceive themsi-lves. . . . "Saw him kiss me? oh! y m wretch : Well he lMnred so bard for one. And I thought thor'd no om know. So I 1-c-l him Just for tun. " I knew it wasn't really riuht To trifle v.ith his feeling dear. Hut men are such fiuir.y things. They need a Lesson ouce a year. En r.,;.. Hl'SIOUOUS. Neck or nothing- -A ball dress. l'.asy things to make Mistakes. Belle mettle A young lady's tem per. An indescribable circle A circle of acquaintances. Never have a wooden leg made of oak, because the oak is apt to produce a-corn. -A watchmaker says he passes a great many "springs" every year in his sh p. Hereafter the worst you can wish your enemy will be, that somebody may put a Mansard roof on him. Pillows, though not belonging to the human species, come under the head oC rational beings. A foreign medical journal remarks that the most waxlike nation in modern times is vaccination, because it is always in arms. "The earth is the Lord's." "Lots 40x150 for S-o0." These were the adjoin ing inscriptions ut the Sea Cliffs camp meeting grounds. Saith the modern belle, hampered by a weak treasury: "Dresses are long and boots are worn high; stockings I can do without, but ear-rings I must have." Old Equestrian: "Well, but you're not the boy I left my horse with!" Boy: "No, sir; I jest spekilated, and bought 'im of t'other boy for six cents!" A baker has invented a new kind of ruel Hud iimkes his bread SO light that a H)und loaf weighs only twelve ounces. A gentleman meeting a friend, who was wasting away with consumption, ex claimed: "Ah, my dear fellow, how slow you walk!" "Yes," replied the consumptive, "I walk slow, but I'm go ing fast." A St. Louis parent, w ho happens to be blessed with a prodigal son, "re joices more over one boy that runs away and stays, than the whole family who sponge their living off him at home." An Indiana paper describes the feast of a legislative delegation at a railroad dinner. The reporter narrates the facts in the case very pointedly, "The delegates set at i r. m. They up set at 5.".. Jackson, Tenn., young ladies tie up their taper lingers, and when the young gentlemen callers iu the evening inquire the cause, blnshingly reply: "I burnt them while broiling the beefsteak this morning." Human knowledge iz not very koni prehensive, after all I have seen men who kould kalkulato an eklipse tew a square inch, who kouhln't cum within thirtj foot uv harnessing a boss. Hil ling. An advocate having gained a suit for a joor young lady w ho was very ug ly, she remarked: " I have nothing to pay you with but my heart." "Hand it over to my clerk, if vou please; 1 w ish no fees for myself," lie replied. An inebriated stranger precipitated himself down the depot stairs, and, on strildng the landing, reproachfully apostrophized himself with: "If you'd been a wontiu' to come down stairs, why'n thunder didn't you say so, you wooden-headed old fool, an' I'd come with vou an' showed vou the wav." Woody Oriental War in Propcrt. From the New York Trihuue. Dispatch es from the far Last indi cate the imminence of an armed con flict between Corea and the recognized Emperor of Japan. It would seem al most is fatality that Japan, witli which we have such interesting relations, and for which our countrymen cherish such lively sympathy, should so soon be in volved in a war which may test tho value of international friendship. But the Japanese are confident, ami with a fair share of what we can afford to call Yankee boastfnlncss, express thiir de termination to vindicate their ancient clrom 0 the fealty OT the Corea. The original conquest of the country, it is claimed by the Japanese, was about sixteen hundred years ago, when the Empress Jingo-Kongo, at the head of a considerable army, invaded the Corea, subjugated the people, and laid them under tribute. This tribute was regu larly paid for several centuries, but Japan becoming involved in internecine wars, the Coreans took occasion to allow the payment to lapse, and many years passed without the annual levy being exacted. When Taieo Sama, the foun der of the dual system of Imperial Gov ernment, and a warrior of renown, came to the Tyconate iu the sixteenth centu ry, he demanded a renewal of tho tri bute from the Coreans, and on their re fusal invaded the country and brought them to terms. The tax was paid until the downfall of the late Tycoon, Chief of the Tokugawa elan; and when the Government, after a short struggle, was relmbitated, and the present Emperor became seated on the throne, he sent word to the Corean Emperor that the aunual tribute, payment .of which had been suspended, must be forthcoming with arrears. The Corean Government replied in concise terms: "We have received your letter, and have given it very deep consideration, comparing your dispatch with other dis patches. It is a long time since there has been any intercourse between the two countries. Your dispatch demands payment of tribute. We will show how this affair stands. Taieo Sama, with out provocation or cause of any kind, invaded Corea, and made Corea sign a document agreeing to pay tribute. Tn those days Corea was unprepared for war, and had not even been informed of the intention of Japan. But it is wry different now. The invasion of Taieo was a crime committed against Corea by Japan which is not punished. Your demand is so unreasonable that, instead of Corea paying you tribute, it is for you to return the money paid by Corea. This was turning the tables o7i Japan, and as tribute had been paid for about ten centuries, it wiU be seen that Corea ha-; an enormous demand against Japan to ollVet that for the tribute in arrears. It can hardly be expected, however, that Corea is fit earnest in anything further thnn u vigorous defense of th threatened invasion. Such a conflict would b" further complicated by tho at titude which China would be compelled to assume, for China, in its turn, lias held a loose sort of domination of Co rea. When the famous Sluing dynasty was overthrown 15. C. 1122, the Viscount Ke, a determined enemy of the Chew dynasty which succeeded to the crown, tied to Corea, where he was afterward invested with the sovereignty of the country by the reigning Emperor of China. In this characteristically Chi nese manner Corea was annexed to the Celestial empire, and a show of trib utary dependence was kept up until modern times. China cannot be neu tral inany war between Japan and a country which has up to a very recent period acknowledged dependence on the Chinese Empire. Corea has a population of :!. 000,000, an army if 040,000, men and a navy of JIM) vessels. But Japan, with a popula tion four times a.s large, and an im mense, well-drilled army, equipped with some of the modern improvements of warfare, may well lioast of being able to subdue her semi-barbaric adversary. The contest must needs be largely naval; and the world will have an ortunity to discover of how much practical alue her new fleet and armament really ure to modern Japan. Horace (reeleys Funeral. On tlje occasion of Mr. Greeley's funeral. Lev. Henry Ward Beeeher de livered the follow ing eloquent and touch ing tribute: No one dies w hose death is not momentous of all who have passed away. Not one has gone for a long time who will carry with him so much reverence, so much honor, so much devotion. Who is tiii man who gets all these civic honors? Who is this nmn ? Was lie one of these great princes of wealth ? Wiim he one of great military renown? No; and yet here are men from every walk in life. Here is our Chief Magis trate and our most prominent citizens from nil parts of the country gathered around the bier of this man who is now no more. Here we see that criticism is disarmed. A little time ago and men's political passions were all aroused, and we differ as much on politics as ever : but here lies this man who, but a brief time ago, was'a greut leader in the land. And why do men of all parties gather here in reverence around his remains? It is because the man is greater than his jwilitics. Hereto-day, between the two (' ai.s there is scarcely a man or child who has not felt the beneficent in flir of ti c chaiaeter of Horace ( ir (; . 11 uac Grr ! y g;ve tl; strength ot his lit'e. to edue. iioii. '. iiniii:t..ity, and i.spKci.vi u to ri!': eo; :: W 'iO could little In ip tilt 111 le.-. He had a gre.it heart, which l -utrcd for sympathy. Tlri-igh he le. -.y not be re-mcmb.-ied by t!io.,e ; : -noiia I s which carry tin r men's names dwn, h will be r. tnemlii red t l.rouv ml this !.,::d for thoe great ii'iiditie- of uiiii iand heart which make hi chtoiu-ter commensurate US it Were will', t he geil.i 1-. of thisjjl'etlt ! republic. .Hi- influence ha--."one out to teu'h ;i ii 'er manhood to the j mechanic, the l:il..:vr, aud farmer. : What more can we say iu eulogy of the j character of this illustrious dead ? Alas ! iilas! He, through a long and not iu i tempestuous voyage, has reached the ! shore. How blessed are tin dead that j die in the Ijord ! May God grant that i in the solemnity of these thoughts, in I which we have gatht red here, it"may be our happy lot that when we die, ! angels shall open the gates and receive I us into glory.