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break her neck and the child's, too ; for the were not thrown open, and the curtains were pavement is all one glare of ice. She had all drawn in the front chamber. I watched the she could do to get along. I am so glad she's sleigh Friday. It went there twice, and the got her mother to send her to. She wont have parlor blinds remained closed and the curtains to worry about her at all.”
were down in the front chimber. I said to my “ No, indeed ; for Mrs. Pruym is one of the sister, “ That child must be worse.” best of women. But oh! the trouble she's She sent Lizzie right over. She came back seen. Only think, she has had two beautiful with tearful eyes. “ Both the children had the boys drowned, and last May, while she was out fever ; the baby was a little better, but Bessie of towo somewhere, her husband went down to pretty sick.” his office in the eveniły, - it's right at the end I watched the doctor's sleigh Saturday. It of the garden, - and the next morning one of camo twice and the parlor blinds continued the giris found him dead in the path. He had, closed, and half the blinds of each window in they supposed, made a misstep going off the the chamber, while the curtains were closely office stoop, and falling, hit his right temple on drawn. Sunday, New Year's day, I watched the fag-stones that bordered the flower-beds. the house. The sleigh came three times and the There was no one in the house but the hired blinds were all closed. girls that night, and they supposed of course Munday morning I looked over. • They he was in bed as the front door was locked must either be better or worse," I said to my when they went up-stairs. And then her eldest sister ; “ for the blinds are thrown open in the son, Major Pruym, was killed in the battle of front chamber and both windows raised and Petersburg last fall. We had rumors here of pillows on the sills." Alas ! even as I spoke, a the battle and that his regiment was engaged. man came to the front door and fastened on She was nearly crazy, and to pass away the the bell the white ribbons and black crape that time until the bulletins should come in, she told to the passers-by in the city that a child is we:t down to a union prayer-meeting on State dead. We sent Lizzie over at once. She came Street. As she was coming home she heard the back sobbing as though her heart would break. newsboys crying the second edition of the Oh, it's little Bessie, - she died at half-past • Argus,' and she stopped and bought one. A five this morning.” Then calming herself she few steps further she met an old friend hurry. said, with touching pathos, "She was a New ing down to buy a paper. “I've just got one,' Year's gift to God." she said, “and it don't seem as though I could Beautiful presents were handed me that day, wait to get home before I read it, I'm so wor- and words of cheer uttered by voices I had ried,' and after a momentary hesitation she un- known in “auld lang syne,” but my eyes hardfolded the damp sheet in the street. The very ly saw the gifts, my ears scarcely heard the first thing that caught her eyes was her own words. Ever before me fluttered those streamson's name among the killed. I never saw such ers of white and black - ever in my ears a sight as she was when they brought her sounded those words, "A New Year's Gift to home. You wouldn't have believed there was God.” a drop of blood in her body, her face and hands were so white. And I never shall forget the Sunday when they brought the body home,
The following little poem is very pretty and never. I don't believe there was a dry eye in very German : the neighborhood. Oh, it's dreadful what some people have to suffer in this world ; and then this cruel war - hanging's too good for them
From the German of Voss. that brought it on."
Fairer than any in
Truer than any in ried her, while her grandmother walked closely
All the land ; beside her holding a veil over the child's face.
She, the fairy, Just as the man was lighting the gas in the
She, my dearie, street, I saw the doctor's sleigh drive up, and I
Just now threw me a kiss with her hand: said, “ The baby must be worse.” I watched tbat sleigh Thursday. It went
There she airy athere twice ; and that day the parlor blinds
way doth trip
Hath no fairy a
Laughs it blissful,
Pouts it kissful,
Eyes as winning as
Violets blue ;
Round and rosy,
was the very best mother in the world, and he presumed he never should have a better one as long as he lived. After breakfast be wanted very badly to go out and play in the snoy, which I told him could nut be done at all. Putting his hands in his pockets, he walked towards the fire with an air of grand disgust.
“' Humph,' said be, 'I haven't got such a good mother as I thought I had.'”
WEE Willie was once playing make pies, and lost his dough. He was in a towering passion about it. He kicked and screamed, and threw himself on the floor, as his mother supposed, 10 kick it out, when to her astonishment, he knelt, folded his hands, and very solemnly said the Lord's Prayer. When he had finished, he got up, saying,
“Mamma, I guess I shall feel better now I've prayed.”
His passion had all subsided, and soon he found his dough and was playing very bappily.
Angels, none of them
That God knoweth !
Ah ! she goeth !
SAYINGS OF CHILDREN.
A SOLDIER's'three-year-old boy climbed on
Soné bachelor reader, pining in single blesshis mother's knee in the Sabbath evening twicedness, may be induced, by the perusal of the light, with the question,
ensuing parody upon Romeo's description of “Mamma, what is pa pa doing now?”
an apothecary, to “turn from the error of his “ Thinking about you, Robbie, dear.”
way” of life, and both confer and receive “re“Then tell him to think big, so I can hear.”
And hereabout he dwells, wbom late I noted “I know what makes the wind blow: the In suit of sables, with a careworn brow, Lord shakes the trees, and that stirs the air.”
Conning his books ; and meagre were his
Celibacy had worn him to the bone;
The which the moths had used not less than he. “No, mamma ; I just knelt down and asked Four chairs, one table, and an old hair trunk God to excuse me, it was so very cold, you Made up" the furniture ;” and on his shelves know."
A greasy candlestick, a broken mug,
Remnants of volumes once in some repute, teacher,
Were thinly scattered rourd, to tell the eye “Why don't we have a mother in heaven, as
O prying strangers, “ This man had no well as a father in heaven ?" then proceeded to answer her own question in the best pos His tattered elbow gaped most piteously ;
wife!" sible way.
And ever as he turned him round, his skin
Not a neater compliment did a lovely girl who once our earthly pathways trod, ever receive than was paid to one in the flower- And deigned with men to dwell ?” market one day by an Irish woman. The young lady was bending her head over a rose- “The same, my child ; come sit by me, tree which a purchaser was about to buy, when And we will read how wondrously the market-woman, looking kindly at the fresh He left his home in heaven above face of the charming girl, said to her gently, - | And came to us in pitying love,
“ I axes your pardon, miss, but if it's pleas- Read how he made the blind to see, ing to you, I'd thank you to keep your cheek
And bade the lame arise ; away from that rose ; ye'll put the lady out of And that each child of misery conceit with the color of the flowers."
Might patient and obedient be, That was very neatly done, better than the He promised such, eternally, Duchess of Devonshire's, who was accosted in A dwelling in the skies. the street by a sailor, as she leaned out of her carriage to see what was obstructing the way:
“This holy book, with words of truth, “Please, madam, and let me light my pipe Will cheer thine age and guide thine youth ; by your eyes !” The duchess used to say that, Then never fail each morn and night after the sailor's compliment, all others were
To seek its pure and guiding light; insipid.
And ever in the crowded mart,
Or in the forest dim, R. Monckton Milnes, a member of the Brit- Bear thou his image in thy heart, ish Parliament and a poet, is the author of the
My child, remember Him! following lines on
FLOWERS FOR CHILDREN.
Oh, the flow'rets, the bonny weë flow'rets, A sense of an earnest will
Glinting and smiling and peeping through To help the lowly living,
the grass !
And oh, the children, the bonny little children, And a terrible heart-thrill,
I see them and love them and bless them as If you have no power of giving ;
I pass! An arm of aid to the weak,
I bless them ; but I'm sad for thein,
I wish I could be glad for them, A friendly hand to the friendless,
For who, alas! can tell the fate that shall Kind words, so short to speak,
befall? But whose echo is endless ;
The flow'rets of the morning, The world is wide ; these things are small;
The greenwood path adorning,
May be scattered ere the noontide, by the They may be nothing ; but they may be all.
wild winds' sudden call;
Or plucked because they're beautiful, We close with the usual offerings to the child By rudest hands undutiful;
Or trampled under foot by the cattle of the dren.
stall ; READING THE BIBLE.
And the smiling little children, the bonny lit
tle children, “Oh, grandpa, dear, the livelong day
That sport like happy moths in the sunny We've been in the dark green woods at play ;
summer sheen, The bee and humming-bird went by,
May perish ere the daytime, And bright were the wings of the butterfly ;
Of their sweet expected May-time,
And sleep beneath the daisies, and the long We watched the tiny waterfall
grass growing green ; Dashing along 'neath the trees so tall,
Or a worse, worse tite may light on them, Then it leaped in wreaths as white as snow, And cast more fatal blight on them ; And sung o'er the little stones below.
The bonny little maiden may be wooed and
cast away, We sat on the moss so soft anii brown,
And the bonny boy prore ruthless, And grieved were we when the sun went down.” Or cowardly, or truthless,
Or a gold-adoring hypocrite, before bis head “Sweet child, our world is bright and fair,
But oh, ye fairy blossoms! whatever be the fuFor 'tis God's spirit breathing there;
ture, And in the woods and forest dim,
I would not, if I might, peer through its aw Ever, my child, remember him.”
Bloom, flow'rets of the wild wood ! “ But, grandpa, is it this great God,
Rejoice, oh, happy childhood !
I look at you and love you and bless you as Of whom so otten you tell,
By Mrs. Caroline A. Soule.
A THOUGHTLESS ACT ;
sister's room, and committed one of the CAME OF IT.
petty thefts with which Belle was al. ways charging him.
" I'll teach her a lesson she'll rememTHE HE careless little witch!” exclaimed ber as long as she lives,” said he, gath
Frank Selden, as he spied his sister's ering up the strips he had abstracted ; diamond ring on the bureau slab. “Why and he hastily picked up the costly ring don't she think to drop it into her jewel- and hurrying up-stairs, unlocked his case, when she takes it off? What a bureau and concealed it in his own row there'd be now, if, by any chance, it jewel-case. should happen to roll off into the regis
As he finished dressing, he muttered, ter. The whole house'd be in an uproar.
“ You'll never catch me being such a fool I can fancy it all: father stalking about, as giving a diamond ring to the girl I from one rooin to another, and lecturing engage myself to.
A fiddlestick on anyon the carelessness of the rising genera- thing too good to wear while she washes tion; mother storming about like a tor- her hands. No, no! Mine shall be an nado ; Belle on a sofa in hysterics, and old-fashioned, heavy, plain gold one, with the servants whisking brooms and brush our initials on the inside, and maybe two es into every
nook and corner, or wear- hearts or two hands. What a fool ing their knees and eyes out crawling though, to be thinking of a ring, when I over the carpets after it
. By George! have yet to see the girl I'd give the secBut wouldn't it be fun ? "
ond thought to! Well, then, I believe While thus talking to himself, the you are all ready, Frank Selden;" and he young man was deliberately cutting off bowed patronizingly to his figure in the several tiny strips of court-plaster from a mirror, “A very good-looking fellow
“ Never missed one in my life, fa- I wonder what's up now," muttered ther.” Turning to the waiter, "Carriage the chambermaid, as she hurried from the come yet?”
kitchen. “No, sir.”
“ Where's my ring
my diamond “ All right, then. Now don't, moth- ring ?” she asked, hotly, meeting the girl er, don't say a word. Come, let me off at the door. this time, and I'll be ever so good when I Your ring, Miss Belle!” come back.
Only think, now, at Uncle “Yes, my ring, - my diamond ring! John's I'll have to eat breakfast by can- Don't stand gaping there, as if you'd lost dle-light, two hours before any of you your wits. Tell me quick what you've are out of your nests. Belle, how are done with it, — quick, or I'll have a fit!” you, after the party ? Ah! I see; in I haven't seen it, miss." the dumps because the new dress wasn't “ You have; you must have seen it. I done. Never mind ; it'll be fresh for left it on the bureau when I went down Al's sister's.” And having managed to to breakfast. You couldn't have helped swallow a cup of coffee between his rapid seeing it when you
I'd rathtalk, he pushed back his chair and went er have lost everything else. Where is into the hall and begun wrapping up. it?"
“ That's it,” as the door-bell gave a “ There wasn't a sign of a ring there, sharp twang. “ Take good care of your- Miss Belle, when I came up here this selves, all, now. Have that batch of morning, pot a sign."* mince-pies all baked against I get back, Mary, if you don't tell me, this minmother, and don't hide the key of the ute, where that ring is, I call a police ofpantry either. Send me lots of papers, ficer in." father. You be a Christian, Belle, “ An' it's a thafe ye'd be makin' me, and write to me. Give lots of love to is it, thin, me that has lived in the fam. Al, if he gets back before I do. Good- ily for five blessed years, an niver been by.” And, with hasty kisses, he ran 'cused afore of staling!” And she began down the stoop, and, in another minute to wring her hands and cry. was being driven to the station.
Belle ran to the balusters.
“ Mother, Mr. Selden left also shortly after for mother, please come up here, do ; quick his counting-house. Mrs. Selden busied as you can. ” herself in wiping the shelves of the china- “ What is the matter, child? What closet and counting the napkins which fuss is up now ? I never can get through had just been sent up, and giving orders the morning without some uproar.” to the cook and waiter. Belle dawdled Mary has stolen my diamond ring. around in her usual fashion after a party, At least, it's gone, and she must know dipping into the morning paper, thrum- where it is ; for there's been no one else ming on the windows, running over up here.” snatches from the last opera, on the “ Your diamond ring, Belle. For piano, executing - literally – a few mercy's sake! Why, where did you trills, a la prima donna style, reading a leave it?" few pages
in the last magazine, and sur- • Why, on the bureau, there. I al. veying herself in the spacious mirrors. ways take it off when I wash; and this