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S0HE TIME.
Some time, when all life's lessons have
been learned,
And sun and stars forevermore have
set,
The things which our weak judgments
here have spurned
The things o'er which we grieved with
lashes wet
Will flash before us out of lifes dark
night,
As stars shine most in deeper tints of
blue,
And we shall see how all God's plans
were right,
And how what seenied reproof was
love most true.
And we shall see how, while we frown
and sigh,
God's plans go on as best for you and
me;
How, when we called, He heeded not our
cry,
Because his wisdom to the end could
see;
And even as prudent parents disallow,
Too much of sweet to craving baby
hood,
So God, perhaps, is keeping from us now
Life's sweeteth things, because it
seemeth good.
And if sometimes, commingled with
life's wine
We find the wormwood-and rebel,
and shrink,
Be sure a wiser hand than yours or mine
Pours out this portion from our lips to
drink.
And if some friend we love is lying low,
Where human kisses cannot reach his
face,
Oh I do not blame the loving Father so,
But wear your sorrow with obedient
grace.
And you shall shortly know that length
ened breath
Is not the sweetest gift God sends His
friend,
And that sometimes the sable pall of
Death
Conceals the fairest boon His love can
send;
If we could push ajar the gates of life
And stand within, and all God's work
ings see,
We could interpret all this doubt and
strife,
And for each mystery could find u key.
But not to-day. Then be content, poor
heart;
God's plans, like lilies, pure and white
unfold
We mnst not tear the close-shut leaves
apart
Time will relieve the calyxes of gold,
And if through patient toil, we reach the
land
Where tired feet with sandals loose,
may rest
When we shall clearly know and under
stand,
I think that we will say, "God knew
the best."
WAS IT MAGNETISM ?
THRILLING STORY OF THE WAB.
It has been asserted that Dan Ver
non was the boldest and most cruel
bushwacker in Virginia during the
war. When Sheridan entered the
Shenandoah Valley, some of our fora
gers ransacked the house occupied by
Mrs. Vernon, others stole all the
poultry and live stock, and when the
third set came along there was a
tragedy.
Dan was in the Confederate ranks
up the valley, and his wife and, four
children were left in a bad situation.
They had no food in the house when
huniiry foragers demanded a meal,
and not a live thing had been left on
the farm. The woman, despairing
and desperat6 made a fierce personal
attack on the men who had entered
her house, and in the struggle a gun
was'discharged and the heavy ounce
ball killed two of her children as
they clung to her skirts. The fora
gers were no better than thieves in
this instance, and had the official at
tempt to discover theii0 identity been
successful they would have received
just punishment. Acts that should
forever curse the perpetrators were
often committed by foragers unknown
to officials in authority, and this was
one of them.
The woman left the murdered
children on the floor, and fled with
the others up the valley, and her
footsteps had scarcely grown cold
when the avenger of her wrongs ap
peared and demanded blood for blood
-and more. Dan Vernon was per
mitted to leave the ranks to become
a destroying angel. The children
were buried under a cherry tree in
the yard by our men, but no hand
wiped up the dark and terrible blood
stains.on the farm house floor. The
husband and father, panting for ven
geance, crept into the deserted house
three night. after the burial, and
dipping his fingers into the undried
blood, he swore to rest not, but to kill
and destroy as long as life was left
him.
I do not know what Dan Vernon
was when he left his home to become
a Confederate soldier, but I do know
that when he returned to It as aven
ger he had no more mercy in his heart
than a tigerý We' heard from him
at once; a secouting party riding up
the valley lost itscaptain and two men
by successive shots from a Henry ridfle,
and the man who fired them escaped
throuigh the woods. That night a
vidette was struck from his horse and
his throat cut. Next day a teamster
was killed. In one week's time Dan
Vernon had killed hirteen mien.
He left no wounded behind him.
When he fired itwas with a dead aim,
and the victim went down with scarce
ly a cry from his lips.
A refugee who came in gave us
such details of Dan as we did not
know, and when it was known that
he was bushwhacking our: advance
scouts were detailed to hunt him
down.
They pursued in vain. Knowing
every acre of ground in the valley, he
not only eluded pursuitut many of
the men pursuing him never came
back to us. If their bodies were
found, a bullet hole was proof"Mhat
Dan Vernon hd addedanothelrvictim
to his lit.:
In fortr eeks' time hei '6d scored
thirty-four victims, and forlging and
scouting parties dreaded thot one man
more than a whole regiment of Early's
army, He wouldinurder a picket at
one po iituitnj g the night, ;aiud next
day buswheasck a troop ten miiles
away, andhe nioved with the stealth
of a tiger. No man ever: gave an
alarm after knowing of his presence.
Well, what I set ouit to toell about
was how we captured Dan one fine
day, and how singularly hO escaped.
Parties were continually after him
without success, while our 'party
found him without searching.
About fifty of us were thrown for
ward one day from the pickeiot post to
a new position just deserted by the
enemy. Included in this new terri
tory was a loghouse, suppdse to be
deserted, but when we came'to inves
tigate we discovered a "Butternut"
up and asleep on a rude bed in a
corner. He had gone to sleep within
the Confederate lines, and when he
awoke the blue-coats .were about and
beyond him.
Who the prisoner was no one seemed
to care, but it was the accepted
opinion that he was no more' than a
private soldier, and I was detailed to
guard him until he could be sent back
to headquarters.
The man betrayed no alarm when
roused from sleep. As far as we
could gee he was unarmed, a4 when
the boys joked him on his cap aure he
coolly replied:
"Well, it ain't nothing to weep
over, I was getting purty tired of this
thing, anyhow."
I had a fair look at the man's face,
and I found something there to
puzzle and startle me. One day I
had picked up in camp the daguerro
type of a man dressed in citizens'
clothes. It seemed to be that: of a
farmer, but the face was one to 1e re
membered. As I sat in the 'open
door of the old house, carbine agross
my knees, and looked into the fate of
our prisoner, it came to me all at once
that it was his faoe I had seen in \the
picture. There was a great chasige
in some partictlars, but yet I confi
dently inquired: "Did you have
your picture taken by'-, of Lynch
burg ?"
"Yes" he replied.
"Was the case of red morocco ?"
"It was."
Then the picture I had found in
camp mnst have been stolen from his
house by foragers and afterwards
thrown away. The man looked at me
as if ready to answer further ques
tions, but I had none to put just then
I was wondering at the curious coin
cidence, when he satup on the bed,
looked me square in the eye, and
said:
"I am Dan Vernon, the bush
whacker, and I killed one of yonr
men last night before turning in
here."
"Den Vernon !" I repeated after
him. "Yes. It is a good joke on
your comrades, who took me for a
scrub soldier !"
I was so taken by surprise that I
could not utter a word. He was as
cool as ice, however, and he continu
.ed:
"It would give Sherdian great joy
to string me up or see me shot, but
my time isn't come yet. I shall be
going pretty soon."
Now, that was pretty cool talk, con
sidering that I was there to guard
him, and had my cabine ready for a
shot, with fifty comrades within hail,
but he went on:
"I have my rifle under the straw,
and could have shot 'on long ago.
I didn't want to, however. I feel
good-natured this morning, and you
need fear no harm."
"One cry from me will alarm the
whole post," I managed to remark.
"Pooh! Let's hear you yell out
once !"
Our eyes met. There was nothing
malicious in his, but they put a
strange spell on me. His voice, too,
had a strange, tender influebce, ad
when heasked me to toses him iy
canteen of water and' ba4r aeoc' of>
food I obeyed without the least hesi
tation.) . He drank from the oanteen,
and as he chewed away at the food
he remarked:
"This is pretty good fae for a hun- ti
gry man. As I can't stay here to eat a
it all I shall beg the favor of carrying C
the rest with me." ' b
He was Iookliiginto my eyes, and I a
could not force imy lips to utter a tl
word of objection . : Iti
"I hear that Sheridan has offered a p
reward for me, but no ; ng will ever I
earn it," he&said, as he. drank again. b
He was not feen it eetfrom my car- a
bine, and I was thinking how surely "d
I could hit him, when our eyes met 5'
and he said: v
"No use trying! If you want to tl
shoot m8 blaze away, but I tell you Cl
you can't hitme.)' ' 54
We looked at each other for half a a
minute, and I felt my carbine slipping cl
from my grasp to the ground outside. P
My ligers had no strength to hold it. to
Dan laughed in a~dry way and said: 0
"Why don't you shoot " . :
"You shall never leave this place II
alive PI said in answer, but I hardly it
recognized'. my own loice. le
"Pooh !" he carelessly replied, "I iI
am ready to leave now I shall go ti
out of this other door here, and you is
will sit right where you are !" t
I was looking full at him, and to ti
save my life I couldn't move hand or h
foot. Each limb felt as numb.as" if a
asleep. o0
"Well, old boy, good pye to you," si
said Dan as he picked up his rifle C
from the straw, and in another minute
he was out of sight. I was sitting &
there, mouth open and eyes fixed on t
vacancy when a comrade came down
from the picket-post, shook me by the
shoulder and cried out: "A nice man P
11
you are, fast asleep and your prisoner l
gone!"
Was I asleep ? No ! Was it a
dream ? No! But the prisoner was
gone. There was talk of a court- r
martialin my case, but it never oc
curred, as the prisoner was supposed
to be only some common "Johnny p
Reb."
Had it been known that my man
was the famous bushwhacker I should
have been taken out and shot for per- e
mittming him to escape. I permitted
him, and yet didn't. I was as help-f
less as if without power or muscle.
Thatnight, when he crept in oi' a
picket, and stabbed him to the heart, i
I wondered if the poor victim first
saw those strange, wild, magnetic yes
glaring into his to deprive him of
even power to ask for mercy.
SAVE THE TBAGMENTS. a
I remember a busy man who had il
very little time for reading or study,
but whosemind was a perfect store
house of information on almost every
subject.
" How does it happen that you know t
so much more that the rest of us1" ,
I asked him one day. r
"Oh," said he, "I never had time to r
lay in a regular stock of learning, so I 1
save all the bits that come in my way I1
and they count up a good deal in the' F
course of a year.". t
The other day I heard a little boy e
explaining the meaning of several c
geographical terms to his brother. c
" Where did you learn that 7" I 1
asked, in surprise. i
"O' Miss Wells teached it to the t
big jography class, and I fought I'd e
''member it too," said he.
I knew a mnan who couhl tell every i
wild bird by its note, and tell you <
where it built Its' nest, and whatcolor (
its eggs were; who knew every tree of I
the forest by leaf and its wood; and i
could toll the name of almost every <
flower that blossomed from April to I
October, and just wheni ,ts. tij e of a
blooming came. 4.nd yet he was a t
busy man, too, and all these thin 4
were as foreign as postible frumh the I
ivork that kept his hands conistantly
ocjupied. Iis knowledge was gained 1
by making the most of fragments that I
canms in his way. save up the 1
fragments, boyt*anidl girls, don't let I
anything worth knowing escape your
eyes or ears. The little floating seeds 1
of thought that go sailing,pnst you
like thistle down may prove as valu
able as the great fields that are more
carefully sown.
Newspapers are being extensively 4
used in many of the public schools
of the west in place of books for
reading lesson.. The wisdom.of this
course is apparent. Much more is to
be learned from one good newspaper
than from half dozen ordinary school
readers and a welledited paper is quite
as trustworthy in the matter of good
English; it is full of contemporaneous I
history,, of intelligent discussions.
and affirds a picture of the world, a
study of which is nearly as beneficial
as experience of it.
I o)
I P'Fine Job Wbrk at the Capitoliqn.
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OPlnnoHR OF fIlE PBas. a
Our country exchaingesfor a eon
siderable' period before t l'dut elqc
tion were alihost inddhids ain advo
eating -the removal ote State k
Capital and the large vote in Novem- s
ber last'bshows how'! well- expressed 8
were the sentiments of his people on
this question. (uite a .biet r oppoesi
tion has been ,manifested by some
politicians and every monopoly in e
New Orleans against Baton BRouge,
but with it all the Will of the people
asserte4 itself, and Baton; ]ouge was
chosen as the proper place for the
seat of dur State government. The
vote of the people. virtually settled
this question and the only, duty in
cumbent on the Convention now in
session. is stnhply to incorporate' an
article making the change. An arti
cle of t is nature has already been
presented . but no definite action was h
taken. It would not be a bad idea ift
tome one would remind the members
of the Convention that they have been g
INSTRUCTED tQ make the change and
it is their- DUTY to obey. It was not
left to them to discuss "the cost or
impolicy of the change. These ques- t
tions have been well studied and opin- A
ions on both sides freelpyexpressedby
two legislatures and everypaper in
the State.' The peopile want no more it
halting or bickering in this matter, it
and neither will they submit to an h
open defiance of their expressed de- 8
sire. A refusal on the partof the h
Convention to remove the Capitalto t]
Baton Bouge will be sui~cient to de
feat the ratification of the new consti
tion. Every constitutionid delegate
that aspires to public position in the
future, will insure immunity to his
political scalp by voting for Baton h
Rouge, for State Capital.- West Fe
liciana Sentinel. *
We are getting a little impatient in
regarid to the question. There are too b
many people significaintly silent upnu
the matter. From the moment the0
proposition to return the seat of gov- 0
ernment to its former site was made,
we anticipated the opposition of the
N. 0. politicians and their organs. We c
even foresaw the antitagonism of the
Pie., for the Pic.wis State printer, you
know. Yet we hoped to hear openly S
from the opponents of this reform
measure; We are afraid of a still
hungopposition. The politicians pre
fer this method; it gives them a bet
ter opportunity to, "get their work
in." Therefore, we say, wee don't
like it. Ah! well. If neither of the
official journals will say anything,
and, frankly, we don't see how they
can, we will have to await the open
ing of the ball by the handsome
mayor of the future capital, the Hon.
Mr. Jastremski.-1Y O mes.
There seems to be a good prospect
that Baton Rouge will be the capital
of Louisiana, as it used to9 before
reconstruction days. The question of
removing the capital from New Or- f
leans was before the voters at the
last election, and though the retuns I
were dreadfully muddled, it is certain E
that nearly, if not quite, a majority
expressed themselves in favor of the I
change. The subject will of course
come before the. constitutional con
vention, which is now in session at *
New Orleans, and the probability is
thatjt will decide inqavor of the old
seat of government. 'New Orleans
appeare never to have developed the
delight in the honor which a capital
city is expected to' experience, and I
one of its leading newspapers, the 1
Times, is urging upon the convention
the advantages of'Baton Rouge. The I
contention promises to cut down sala- I
rigs all round, 'and theold capital is a I1
much cheaper place to live in than 1
the new one; it is a quiet town, and
ofrers legislators none of those dis- I
tractions from business which make
'work drag in a large city; the remo
val can hardly fail to shake some of
the jobbers and lobbyists who now
beset the capital-such are some of i
the arguments with which the New
Orleans paper pleads the canu&of Ba
ton Rouge.- Vicksnburg Commercial.
The Louisiana (apitolian continues
with unabated vigor and energy to
advocate the claims of Baton Ronge
to the Capital. We hope the efforts
of that worthy journal may be crown
ed with success and that the people
of the bluff city may have, what a
large majority 'of the voters of our
State have decreed in a most unmis
takable manner.- Washington News.
'From the time a boy is eight years
old until he is thirteen he 1evotes two
solid hours of every day of his life to
learning how to make a new kind of
noise. 'By the time he is thirteen
years ld heo has accumulated noise
enough to last him the'rest of is natu
ral life-and use three kinds of noises
the same day,.too.
Amonig. he goasnger a mn public
Oonveyaneetwas iUt f*e3hL4VIUn
a. dick ehaild -She 4Qwi*sv ; tI
whence she came awwhithbewhaeonld8
go was nba'qu Mto mrn i ra w s m e or
Perhaps r heo received b. _omh C
greetinig whil* salues ' yenubrait, j '
known, ihe wasdoomed toldeet sddnii
sympathy aas strangeirhfael fotaiari
gers' woes. Lve rxycomfor rtenidered '
her was:the price ofhern}oney.; anil4t
when that failed; the foantain b ona `i
which these requited kindneees flow- of
ed died up. foi
At last, compelled fron duty and '
affeotion for the little sufeer hrbe fai
stopped, and ,asked thQ hospitalities sa
of a public house. No impreusioa of thi
her sufferings reached the busy ones he
around; they saw, but they felt;not san
Her wants met no responsive toesfiu tal
other hearts. She obtained a room, anih
where she retired with, her preoious we
charge, to watch over its last dreadfiul 8°a
agonies. in
Her friends were distant; and her sh
husband, the one bound by all sacred ly
ties to .sustain and protect; fai, :had ed
gone to seek his fortune in golden hii
treasure in the far-off land. She was an
alone, and well she felt it. ' he
The intensity of her misery was TI
more than equal to her.loneliness; for hip
this was her first-born and only child. sh
Around its being her tenderest afec- wa
tions clung; the bright prospect? of od
the future all gathered in it; and now tic
it was that 'clouds darkened her vis-" wl
ion. Its smiles were the sunshine of
her happiness, its helplessness her co
strength, its life the perfection of her of
hopes; but now her sunshine was of
turning into night, her strength into by
weakness, her hopes into despair. I'm
She obtained such aid as a hotel th
may give; but all its kindness could BI
never restore the lost one, nor dispel El
the gloom gathering and Lsettling on hi
her spirit. The little one died. The is
parent's anguish grew doubly keen; dr
a storm of sorrow broke upon her PI
lovely head, and the mantle of afllic- er
tion shrouded every ray of hope to
beaming into her riven nature. Sihe, wi
the only mourner, followed the little to
one to its lonely corner of the grave- st
yard, apart from other graves; and wi
while the clods rumbled into the
charnal-house, she wept alone.- is
The mother has gone, whither none sp
knows. She left her hopes in the A
grave.;, but it may be a star shines in Ith
on the darkness that she avill yet meet. th
that little child. sa
Soon the spear of grass will shoot sh
and wither upon the tomb. There vi
the wild flowers will bloom and decay th
-emblems of human life. The stran- ce
ger vill pass over that lovely little to
mound, listless of the concealed clay, I
and ignorant of the bereft aqd grief- to
stricken. p1
Man is a child of mortality, cast on &c
the pilgrimage of life, to perish when b~
the destroyer comes, whether he is Iic
among strangers or among friend.s 44
AX INOIDENT Ilf 10A. dI
[Chicago Time.,]
One day recently a Georgia man
found himself in an Iowa hotel.
Seven rough denizens of the town were w
present, who kept whispering to one a
another, and casting frequent glan- he
ces at the haughty Southerner. At 5<
length one of the men sidled up to him cc
¶nd opened conversation as follows: g(
"From Georgia, I believet" si
* "Yes, sir, Georgia is my home." * k
"Toombs by namel" * ar
"Yes, sir, Toombs is my name." f(
"Robert Toombs 7" g
"Yes." n
"You don't mean to say that you I a
are that unhung Rebel, Bob Toombs, u
who proposed to call the roll of his ti
slaves tfom the foot of Bunker Hill o
monument?" said the Hawkeye, draw- b
. ing a slungshot from his pocket, while ts
the other desperadoes pressed forward n
to his assistance. b
"Oh, no, not at all, said the lone- I
. some Southerner, "my name is Robert i,
· H. Toombs."
"Well, mister," said the represen- (t
jl tative ef Radicalism and free speech,
, "that's 0. K., then; but you had bet- tl
f ter write thatI. d-n plain hereafter,
· if you want to travel throught this re
- gion of country." a
In China, where the opium habit a
ruins and destroys many men annu
ally, the efforts of the government to
abolish or diminish the use of opium I
have recently been more' energetic
than ever. All these efforts have
been if vain, as were those of many a
a previous years. The Pekin Govern
r ment have at last determined to take
the fmal step in the busines4 in the
business, and an edict has been estab
lished, which goes into *effect next
year, making the use or sale of opium
~ punishable by death. It is hard to say
how the edict will be met by the ten
milliotn opium victims of the Celestial
Empire, or what proportion of them
e willcome to this country to enjoy i
their fascinating cnstom.
* Never sign paper until yon have
read it an understand it.
nte~tneo(ioi
eoinb;ai; o one o~q~
force of Vibg B.
tefIuis off iclkbur, a6t th
factfor ia t i s a II
4whiloir the blttliraded to te*
that a disease t
healed. This lad4, borttantd
amongst yeo, wh r~e·a r 41idla mo*'
tad wrong, whose griatest iher iede
foir exaobrafi neof yotitaba:irM i
was ushered before bliisk b deii'
Sabbath mei n with .VIclikibaig°l t +'.
in his brain. The testimony goe 46
show that the whole-aiar was iitele
ly causelees as far as he waU oneern
eam. Hex srntorally 1 a tsggrif Ia
his bithere beinog rtrnkhine the. 'b y
and exibressed hi. elfsharplyo 'Thso
he was led led off; then he killt A
Thetis all there ia fit. BeIs bntled i
his friends mourn lis 1lsss, .and' hi au
slayer will plead that the great cn eme
was done in self-defense, and another
odious, iqp iieeible stain of degrade
tion is added to the long, Ist undet or
which Vicksbbrg already groans .
Weknlmow of no killing that will
compare itl brutality with the 'dying M
of this boy, unless it be the. shooting a
of Judge Elliott recently in Kentucky
by Tom Buford. But these in' fiend
jishness and brutality are worthy bf
the savages of the West or -the Badhi
Bazouke of Turkey, Buford killed
Elliott for deciding a law case against
him-some little plea at least, for it
is quite unpleasant tolhave a law suit
decided against onwi;bur Captain of
Police (swallow the dose Vicksburgd
ers,) killed his victim to "let hhis pis- tl
tol jump." While Brereton's weapon
was jumping, a grown boy. bappened
to be in the way of two of the tr
strides, and got killed. Upfortunate,
wasn't it t
What istobedonet This, readers,
is a grave question. Some have
spoken of a resort to Lynch law. 01
After a full and careful reflection on
the situation and fully impressed with
the responsibility that rests pn us, we se
say to our citizens that no such cours le
should be countenaced. We are con
vinced that there is a sentiment in
this community strong enough to se
cure the enforcement of the laws; and y
to punish crime legally, is tenfold
more desirable and effeaqious than
to punish it violently in the heat of a
passion. Let us patiently await thel
conviction and punishment of crimes
by the properly constituted authori.
ties. When. this shall .have been
done, it will be followed by our per
manent disenthrallment from ,this
damnable humilation.
OLD FA8EIONED FAIRY STORY.
Once on a time there was a King
who hlad a daughter, and she was such d
a dreadful story-teller that the like of 1
her was not to be-found far or near.
So the King gave out that if any one Ii
I could tell such astringof lies as would 1
get her to sapy, " That's a story," he C
should have her to wife and half the 1]
kingdom besides. Well, many came, 5
as you may fancy, to try their luck, 5
for every one would have been very a
glad to have the Princess, to say a
nothing of the kingdom; but they all
I cut a sorry figure, for the Princess
· was so given to story-telling that all
I the lies went in one ear and out of the
I other. Among the rest came. three I
- brothers to try their luck, and, the t
two older went first, but they farp4 f
I no better than those who had gone c
before them.. Last of all, the thir4, (
- Boots, seb of and found the Princess
Sin the farm-yard. I
"Good morning," said he, "andl
' thank you nothing1"
S "Good morning," said she, "and
- the samne to you."
', BThen she went on
- "You haven't such a he farm-yard
as ours, I11 be bound; for when two I
shepherds stand, one at each end of it, 1
t and blow their ram's horns, the one :
- can't hear the other."
O "Haven't we, though 7" answered 1
P Boots. "Ours is far bigger, for a l
c young calf beginning at one end of it
e does not get to the other end before
I she is a full grown cow."
"I dare say," said the Princess.
B "Well, but you haven't such a big ox,
e after all, as ours yonder; for when
two men sit, one on each horn, the y
can't touch each other with a 20-foot
a rule."
S"Stuft!" said Boots; "is :that all?
Why, we have an ox that is so big
that when two men sit, one on each
n hbrn, and blow their great mountaiii
y trumpets, they can't hear oine
another."
e "I dare say!" said the Princess;
"buS youhaven't somuch milk as we,
~yud
bt »r
WaiaMM it.
of f
hdeafat.idil
on the ear th~ N'mkll
crl."
a~lda bornkd7ys!
a~ oim ol thie jr.
8o t et' lcist ,I
ehis ; at;h tes o` or nte
tried tozihoi`e.
Snubs`'
alCrylblby" saidthe bpys.
"Don't want-her to lit net to mn,"
said flla Grai*
"'What right bad eh $o ponpe to
our shool" whispered rd Lily
Gross.
"There! doS'tmind.a o rzd OLey
say!" exclaied Douglas Stewart,
leaving the groupdof rude boyI and
trying to comfort Constance, "Let
me carry tour books, he continued.
"Cheer up! [t is only a little way to
your home, ton' it't a "
Constance looced up tou her
tears th sieed lhbravest l 6y in school
at her side.
"I live ein the little honey nderthe
hill," said. Constance. "Its isn't like
your grand house."
"N9 inattjer for that.. It le~s pretty
vines and climbing roses, aad ink s
very nicehquea tolive in" saidA Dougt
las. "I dare ay yea aore a'py
and h a l f the k ' h l g d O m b des.~ i ~ ;
theree "
"Yes; o n't wapt tw come to thin
school again," aepd Con pstance, softly,
"Oh, things will be dall right`ina
a day or two," said the boy, kindly.
f Never mind them jagsta n tboow."
They had been talkhig of hereed t
"C little while be.fore; i they had be
I wishing to be like Alexander, and
SCaesair, and Naoleon. There was
"What right . bad, she 4o;.co1 4e t4
Snot a here among then except thiy
same Douglas Stewart, wholared to
leaving i the lgroe pon rude boys an
tryin to cmfortConstan ce, "Letmtli
Sstand out before his hoolmte
Co a nden ts poor, forlurn little
tgirl.-se'eda asy s ihool V eitor.
1
a EEETHER AT TIEFAIL,
Sher ini n er.]
e At the Children's Hoome far, thi
e nights since, a nice young mya, saiy
e terig around in the vicinity of the
Sl$ oral dppartment, was suddenly at
9 costed'by a fair young girl, who held
bout a pretty nosegay to hiim pnd said.;
* "Allow me to offer you this button
hole boquet, sir," and presented it
4l with bewithiug grace.
"A thouisand thanks," said the
d young man, .bowing quite low, and
taking the flowers from her pretty
fingers.
d "Now, who th die c is this fair
o Flora that she should give me a abut
t, ton hole boquetV' wis a question the
0o young man aqked hlmself, as he #don
templated the rosebud, the heliotrope,
d the geranium leaf and the jassainin
a spray. "The rose, that's for love,"
it mused the young man as he reluct
e antly turned to go; "but blessed if X
ean tell what the heliotrope, the gera.
a. nim and the jasamine stand for, but
I'll fnd out before Il eep, if I have
n to ransack every book in the public
gr library."
"Fifteen cents, please," said the
Syoung lady callinggently after idi.
t The young man grew white red
and spotted bytnrns handed ~or a
igdollar note, and, witfiout waldn9f
fi) hngerushe t nth ioa
iian battere d th ueihis ha ot t flftr
·o tizes against the olde of thel uildingt
while be called upon all the gods
inhabit tbe blue empyream tp
Sj down upan the doggondestf
, ever lived since the worl'bep a9