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dressed to Freddy, Johnnie, things in gen- to tell the truth, she was very inexpert-uneral. Miss Wodehouse pondered over the ready-deeply embarrassed with the unusual handle of her parasol. She had absolutely necessity. Nettie's case, so wonderfully difnothing to say ; but, thoroughly unconvinced ferent from any thing she could have conand exasperated at Nettie's logic, could not ceived, lay on her mind, and oppressed her yet retire from the field.

as she went home to Grange Lane. " It is all very well to talk just now,” said As for Nettie herself, she took her work the gentle woman at last, retiring upon that and her children indoors after awhile, and potent feminine argument, “but Nettie, tried on the new frock, and scolded and rethink! If you were to marry~"

habilitated the muddy hero of the brook. Miss Wodehouse paused, appalled by the Then, with those light, fairy motions of hers, image she herself had conjured up. she spread the homely table for tea, called

Marrying is really a dreadful business, in Susan, sought Fred in his room up-stairs anyhow," she added with a sigh ; "80 few with a stinging word which penetrated even people, you know, can, when they might his callous mind, and made him for the moThere is poor Mr. Wentworth, who brought ment ashamed of himself. Nettie bit her me here first; unless he gets preferment, red lip till it grew white and bloodless as poor fellowm. And there is Dr. Rider. she turned from Fred's door. It was not Things are very much changed from what hard to work for the children—to support they used to be in my young days.” and domineer over Susan; but it was hard

• Is Dr. Rider in the same dilemma? I for such an alert uncompromising little soul suppose, of course, you mean Dr. Edward,” to tolerate that useless hulk-that heavy cried Nettie, with a little flash of mischiev- encumbrance of a man, for whom hope and ous curiosity. “Why? He has nobody life were dead. She bit her lip as she disbut himself. I should like to know why he charged her sharp, stinging arrow at him can't marry—that is, if anybody would have through the half-opened door, and then went him—when he pleases. Tell me; you know down singing, to take her place at the table he is my brother-in-law."

which her own hands had spread—which her Miss Wodehouse had been thinking of own purse supplied with bread. Nobody Bessie Christian. She paused, partly for there showed the least consciousness of that Dr. Rider's sake, partly because it was quite latter fact; nobody fancied it was any thing contrary to decorum, to suppose that Bessie, but natural to rely upon Nettie. The strange now Mrs. Brown, might possibly a year ago household demeaned itself exactly as if things have married somebody else. She faltered were going on in the most regular and ordia little in her answer. “A professional man nary course. No wonder that spectators never marries till he has a position," said outside looked on with a wonder that could Miss Wodehouse, abstractedly. Nettie lifted scarcely find expression ; and, half exasperup her eyes that danced with mischief and glee. ated, half admiring, watched the astonish

“ A profession is as bad as a family, then," ing life of the colonial girl. said the little Australian. “I shall remem- Nobody watched it with half the amount ber that next time you speak to me on this of exasperation which concentrated in the subject. I am glad to think Dr. Edward, bosom of Dr. Rider. He gazed and noted with

all his prudence, is disabled too." and observed every thing with a secret rage,

When Nettie had made this unguarded indignation, and incredulity impossible to despeech, she blushed ; and suddenly in a scribe. He could not believe it even when it threatening and defiant manner, raised her went on before his very eyes. Doctor though eyes again to Miss Wodehouse's face. he was, and scientific, to a certain extent, Why? Miss Wodehouse did not under- Edward Rider would have believed in witchstand the look, nor put any significance into craft-in some philtre or potion acting upon the words. She rose up from the grass, and her mind, rather than in Nettie's voluntary said it was time for her to go. She went folly. Was it folly ? was it heroism ? was away, pondering in her own mind those sin- it simple necessity, as she herself called it ? gular new experiences of hers. She had Nobody could answer that question. The never been called upon to do any thing par- matter was as incomprehensible to Miss ticular all her gen life. Another fashion Wodehouse as to Dr. Rider, but not of such of woman might have found a call to action engrossing interest. Bessie Christian, after in the management of her father's house, or all, grew tame in the Saxon composure of the education of her motherless young sister. her beauty before this brown, sparkling, selfBut Miss Wodehouse had contented herself willed, imperious creature. To see her with loving Lucy-had suffered her to grow among her self-imposed domestic duties up very much as she would, without inter- filled the doctor with a smouldering wrath ference—had never taken a decided part in against all surrounding her, which any moher life. When any thing had to be done, mentary spark might set aflame.

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The temple crumbles, and the pillars fall!

The altar passes, and the worship dies ! “ The great Republic is no more.”—London Times. The millions gather as they bear the pall,

And Freedom seeks her refuge in the skies.


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“No more the nations of the world shall sigh For Freedom's vision, when they learn thy

dream, But watching where they see the mighty die, Shall hopeless wait while flows the sullen

stream. “Come up, 0 millions ! gather round the bier,

Where lies the great Republic in its sleep ; We bury nations like the loved and dear,

O'er whom we linger while we stand and weep.

Star after star went down;

The flag was trailed in dust;
And chiefs of old renown
Forsook their ancient trust;

It seemed too true,
As the Prophet said,
That the life had sped.

And the soul was dead,
And the nation lived no more!

And e'en when Sumter fell, The heart beat silent with its doubt,

A moment only-for the spell Was broken by the freeman's shout.

“Unlock the sepulchres of ancient Time ! Turn back the bolts that keep the realms of

gloom ! For now we bury in an age sublime

A nation glorious in her early doom.

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"In deep, dark caves where despots long have

lain, And chains have rusted with the added years, We lay her down, no more to rise again,

Nor make our visions restless with our fears.

“ To arms! to arms !” they cry;
Defend that flag, or die !"
“ To arms !” amid their tears;

"To arms !” as in the years
When heroes saw the field of battle nigh;
" To arms!

replied the hills ;
“ To arms!” ihe mountains grand;
“ To arms,

let him who wills!
Swept o'er the freeman's land;
It leaped from hill to bill,

It shook the mountain crag,
For love's electric thrill

Still kept the starry flag ;

“ To arms !” replied the plains, The hot blood throbbing through the veins,

For millions rallied with the vow,

“We strike for Freedom surely now; In Heaven's great name the damning wrong

shall bow !”

“In awful shadows and the sacred urn,

Her place shall be remembered, but no more Shall Freedom's name make human hearts to

burn, Or swell in grandeur from the Western shore.

From the steep mountain side,

O toiling millions on the Old World's shore !
From the deep flowing tide,

Look up, rejoicing, for she is not dead !
From the green prairies wide,

The soul is living as it lived before,
“Forward !” they cry;

When sainted heroes spurned the tyrant's From the far eastern hills,

From the pure flowing rills,

The strife is earnest, and the day wears on,
From the great busy mills,

And ages tremble at the mighty blow-
“ Onward for aye!

Bevond the conflict is a glorious dawn,
From the forge, old and grim,

A rapturous birth of Freedom out of woe;
From the mine, dark and dim,

The clouds may gather, and the storm be long,
Swelled the bold hero-hymn,

And lightnings leap across the darkened sky,
“Onward or die!"

But Freedom lives to triumph over wrong-
And to their arms they sprung,

It still will live, for Truth shall never die !
Freedom on every tongue,
True to the songs they sung,

Filling the sky :--
“Arm, brothers, arm ! for the foe is before us,
Filled with deep hate to the Union we love :

Onward we press, with the loud-swelling chorus

Shaking the earth, and the heaven above.
CHORUS— Arm, brothers arm !

O WOMEN at home !-list awhile, we implore
For the strife be ye ready !

With an eye ever steady!

To us as we tell the sad tale of our woes;
Arm, brothers, arm !

Though 'tis chilly and damp out, we forced are

to camp out, "On, brothers, on! For they haste to the bat

And march o'er rough roads in the thinnest

of hose;
The treason is theirs, whom we trusted so While in comfort you're sitting-thick stockings

be knitting,
For Freedom we fight, and not a mere chattel;

For Winter is coming on, bitter and drear;
The Union and Peace—the Right over Wrong. Through benevolent channels, send blankets and

CHORUS-Arm, brothers, arm !

And show that our welfare to women is dear!
Haste, brothers, haste! for the moments are
flying !

Let the long needles flash ’mid the drawing-
An hour now lost may undo all the past !

room's splendor,
And millions of mourners now burdened are

And gleam in the light of the cottage's fire,

Laps of matron and maiden, with worsted be
And, terror-struck, bow in the force of the


And the fair hands that knit never falter nor
CHORUS-Arm, brothers, arm !

Such labors delight in, when we are out fight-
“ Come, brothers, come! It is time for the

starting !

They'll give us fresh vigor to strike at the
We pray on the field! At the altar they pray
Who mourn for our loss-nor wait for the part. While the garments may warm us, the donors

shall charm us,
Our children shall bless us for valor to-day !

For our hearts like our bodies shall feel the

rich glow.
CHORUS-Arm, brothers, arm !
“ Swear, brothers, swear! For the Union for- Then knit away, mothers, wives, sisters and

Resting not now till each traitor is riven! Our sweethearts (of course) will their fingers
God for our land, and of freedom the giver,

Onward we haste in the sunshine of heaven." And when this inhuman war's over — each
CHORUS-Arm, brothers, arm !

We'll thank for remembering the “bold sol-
“She lives !” the freeman cricd ;

dier boy.” “She lives!” my heart replied ;

Thus in active communion, defending the
“She lives !” rolled o'er the plain,

And thrilled the waking land,

A Needle Brigade will support with their
That caught it back again

From mountains old and grand ; And the Rebels confounded our weapons all
And starry banners waved

From peak, and dome, and spire,

We'll swiftly obey your sweet order—" To
The fing of love and peace,

And glory's quenchless fire.


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shed ;


See, in the west, the sun grows broad and red;

His golden glory rests upon tly brow, “In this fearful struggle between North and And makes a halo round thy down-bent head, South, there are hundreds of cases in which

And glimmers o'er thy soft dark locks that fathers are arrayed against sons, brothers against flow brothers.-American Paper.

In waves of light above, in waves of shade be

low. “RIFLEMAN, shoot me a fancy shot

Straight at the heart of yon prowling vidette, That setting sun will rise again in might,
Ring me a ball in the glittering spot
That shines on his breast like an amulet !”

Will dry the tears the sorrowing night hath

Will wake the world to gladness and to light, “Ay, Captain ! here goes for a fine-drawn bead,

What sun, the summer of the heart once fled, There's music around when my barrels in

Can brighten into spring its winter, cold and tune!

dead? Crack! went the rifle, the messenger sped, And dead from his horse fell the ringing dragoon.

The red light fades: go forth apon thy way,

Through the dim eve, and leave me here "Now, Rifleman, steal through the bushes, and

alone; snatch

A deeper night than follows after day From your victim some trinket to handsel first Will darken o'er my soul when thou art

goneA button, a loop, or that luminous patch A night no wakening dawn will ever rise That gleams in the moon like a diamond upon. stud!”

Once a Week.


blood ;

“O Captain, I staggered, and sunk on my

track, When I gazed on the face of the fallen vidette,

A DOUBTING HEART. For he looked so like you, as he lay on his back,

WHERE are the swallows fled ? That my heart rose upon me, and masters me

Frozen and dead, yet.

Perehance, upon some bleak and stormy shore.

O doubting heart ! “But I snatched off the trinket—this locket of Far over purple seas, gold

They wait, in sunny case, An inch from the centro my lead broke its The balmy southern breeze, way,

To bring them to their northern home once more. Scarce grazing the picture, so fair to behold, Of a beautiful lady in bridal array.”

Why must the flowers die ?

Prisoned they lie “Ha! Rifleman, fling me the locket !- 'Tis she, In the cold tomb, needless of tears or rain. My brother's young bride—and the fallen

O doubting heart ! dragoon

They only sleep below Was her husband-Hush ! soldier, 'twas Heav- The soft white ermine snow, en's decree,

While winter winds shall blow, We must bury him, there, by the light of the To breathe and smile upon you soon again. moon!

The sun has hid its rays “But, hark! the far bugles their warnings unite;

These many days : War is a virtue-weakness a sin :

Will dreary hours never leave the earth ? There's lurking and loping around us to-night ;

O doubting heart !

The stormy clouds on high Load again, Rifleman, keep your hand in!”

Veil the same sunny sky
- Once a Week.

That soon (for spring is nigh)
Shall wake the summer into golden mirth.

Fair hope is dead, and light

Is quenched in night.

What sound can break the silence of despair ? Not yet, not yet. Ah! let me gaze once more

O doubting heart ! Into those eyes, those earnest truthful eyes,

The sky is overcast, A little while, and then my dream is o'er;

Yet stars shall rise at last, And I, a wanderer under alien skies,

Brighter for darkness past, Shall see thy face no more, nor hear thy low And angel's silver voices stir the air. replies.

-ADELAIDE Anne Proctor.

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