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Finally he crossed. When he returned, there look'd pale and seedy loike, and ow't at elbows, was much more hilarity than when he threat- ye noa; but that chap's gout a hat, and he's so ened the visit:

weel dressed too-dang it, I shud ne'er ta’en

him for an owther!” Of General Lee, the rebel chief, you all perhaps

do know; How he came North, a short time since, to spend

The only account of King Keder, the apoca month or so;

ryphal monarch, is a poetic myth, relating ap But soon he found the climate warm, although

amorous design, from the frustration of which a Southern man,

the town of Kidderminster, England, was named. And quickly hurried up his cakes, and toddled It is as follows : home again. CHORUS.

King Keder saw a pretty girl;

King Keder would have kissed her: How are you General Lee ? is it; why don't The damsel nimbly slipped aside, you longer stay?

And so King Keder miss'd her. How are your friends in Maryland and Penn

Keder miss'd her. - (Kidderminster) sylvania ?

Jeff. Davis met him coming back; “Why, Gen As usual, we leave a bit for the children, and eral Lee,” he said,

say, au revoir. “What makes you look and stagger so? there's

THE HONEY-BEE'S SONG. whiskey in your head.” “Not much, I think," says General Lee; “no WHAT THE BEE SINGS TO THE CHILDREN.

whiskey's there, indeed; What makes me feel so giddy is, I've taken too Over the blossoms the long summer day;

I am a honey-bee, buzzing away
much Meade."

Now in the lily's cup, drinking my fill,

Now where the roses bloom under the hill. How are you, Jeff. Duvis? Would you not

Gayly we fly,
like to be

My fellows and I,
A long way out of Richmond and the Con- Seeking for honey our hives to supply.

fed'racy? For with “ Porter" on the river, and Up in the morning, – no laggards are we, – “ Meade" upon the land,

Skimming the clover-tops ripe for the bee, I guess you'll find that these mixed drinks Waking the flowers at dawning of day, are more than you can stand.

Ere the bright sun kiss the dewdrops away; The songs for the invasion just now ending

Merrily singing, have not yet been written nor sung. But they

Busily winging will be, else it will never be proved as it Back to the hive with the store we are bringing. ought that “ We air the greatest nation

No idle moments have we through the day;
In all the Lord's creation;

No time to squander in sleep or in play;
We air the hull world's wonder,

Summer is flying, and we must be sure
En we hev the biggest thunder,

Food for the winter at once to secure.
Accordin' to popilation."

Bees in a hive

Are up and alive;

Lazy folks never can prosper and thrive. Speaking of poetry and poets calls to mind an anecdote of Macaulay :

Awake, little mortals ! no harvest for those A Yorkshireman, on a railway platform, had Who waste their best hours in slothful repose. Baron Macaulay pointed out to his notice; and, Come out — to the morning all bright things upon its being explained to him that the baron belong was an author, who was formerly known as And listen awhile to the honey-bee's song. Mr. Macaulay, he thus gave vent to his aston

Merrily singing, ishment: “That's Measter Micuwley, the au

Busily winging, thor, is it, now! Weel, I awla's thought they Industry ever its own reward bringing.




rich or poor:


ized, over their oysters, on the moral deg. By Mrs. Ada H. Thomas Nickles. radation of the lower classes.

They were degraded.

They were vicious.
THE winter of fifty-seven and eight is They were starving.
not yet forgotten by

The Rev. Mr. Sweettone didn't know Even in these short war days, so filled the last, I'm sure. Why should he ? with terror and pain and suffering, we can His church didn't lift its spire from the look back on those, and see less of quiet bogs of the earth. His duty he owed his and peace than in conimon years. parishioners; he fulfilled it. He visited

Here the city was burdened with men among them every day of the week, Satcast out of employment, with only a week's, urdays excepted, enlightening them with or month's, or possibly a few days', wages his spiritual conversation. to keep the wolf from the door.

His parishioners didn't get into fights Many manufactories had ceased em- on the street-corners, from drinking cheap ploying any hands, had put out the fur- whiskey, nor get sent up to Bridewell for nace-fires, and locked up the tools for the petty thefts and such vulgarities ! damp air of winter to tarnish and rust. The minister down there must be very

It would have been well could the mas- lax in his duty, Mr. Sweettone thought, ter workman have taken the human tools very inefficient and careless, and so he these shops had used and kept partially dismissed the subject. bright, and locked them, too, with only At the doctor's, one evening, their fam. an expectation of so much rust and so ily-party increased by Galena, they had much tarnish, which would rub off with a been discussing the subject. little filing in the spring.

I wonder if Mr. Sweettone don't con

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“ The notice in the Tribune of the that disgust at the victims of the condicourse of lectures he is delivering for the tion ; for it is the circumstances that purpose of purchasing new chandeliers make the crime, and not crime the cirfor his church."

cumstances, almost always." “Let them have them,"growled the doc- " You're preaching heretical doctrine, tor; "it's the only light they'll ever get sir, do you know?” questioned the docthrough him.”

tor, threateningly. John and Ruth burst out laughing: Am I? It's the truth, at any rate. Mrs. Gurnsey looked at Galena and I tell you, reform the conditions, reform smiled.

the times, burn fires in empty grates, cover I know what you intend to do, John bare tables with healthy food, and the Bates,” he continued; "you're just get- men are reformed.” ting ready some of your ultra humanita- "That implies work for us. That pulls rian notions to hurl against those gewo at our bell-ropes, and unties our purse. gaws, and expect them to be shattered strings, and we wont accept it, I tell you," into atoms before us. But it wont do at the doctor said, doggedly. all, sir; they'll rebound - your balls - · Accept it or not, there the sin lies, like india-rubber. I'd be willing to bet but not the suffering, which is the mischief a shilling you've computed to the last far- of it. If they were hurt, if they felt thing, and know just how many swearing cold, if they felt hungry, if their chilbeggars it would feed. Shouldn't we dren were driven into crime for food, they decorate the house of the Lord, so that would feel compassion ; but these beggars it may become a sightly and beautiful who shiver at their back-yards are none place ?

of their relation - let them shiver. I “Yes,” said John.

"We should dec- think we ought to feel thankful and humorate it with Christ's love for all man- ble that we are not as these wretches, not kind, with his charity for all sin, with his knowing how much worse we might have pity for all sufferers. I'm afraid Mr. been. You know Grant, doctor ?" Sweettone's cushions and stained glass and “ The man from your foundry — yes.” carpets and chandeliers will take a woful - He isn't there now.

When the dishape in the judgment-day of his soul." rectors insisted on fewer hands, one of the

"You talk strongly, John,” said the lots fell on Grant, and he left." doctor.

"What has he been doing since ?" “And uncharitably, you would add, “Drinking." perhaps,” Bates said. "I'm afraid I do. The doctor shook his head; Ruth lookI'm afraid I'm getting harsh, and needed grave. the beam taken out of my own eye be- “ His daughter was in the station-house fore I should judge ; but I'm getting tired yesterday for pilfering. The house was of waiting for people to come out of their empty of everything.” selfish interests, to see the forlorn condition “Did she get sent up ?” of the world which they have power to “ No. Grant felt so terribly, I went relieve."

and, as it was a first offence, got her off.” “ But they don't see it,” said Ruth, “There's work for you to do, Jane," gently.

said the doctor,—" a pretty job of refor“ 'l'hat's it; if they only got down into mation." the mire once, they'd find the immaculate “ But how? What can I do with her ? purity of their garments now no proof How shall I begin ? ” questioned the timid against the filth then."

little woman. " Then these poor people are so de- “Fill her stomach first, and then set graded, so vicious and ripe for crime; her to scrubbing; but, mind, keep your even when the suffering is seen, the deg- pantries locked." radation accompanying disgusts one,” said "I'll relieve you, Mrs. Gurnsey," broke Galena.

in Galena ; " Aunt Martha would be glad “I don't think we've a right to feel to take her, under the circumstances."

"Does Aunt Martha fancy light-fin- and the machinery of business began to gered gentry?” said the doctor.

work with a new life. “For shame," said his wife; “Miss The spring days grew slowly into the Redway will think you a beast.”

summer heats of June, -slowly to the “No danger of that, Jane; she never two girls pent up in their brick prison, will fancy you handsome. It was Beauty with theirimprisoned elves, restless, weary, and the Beast, you know," he responded, and dissatisfied. good-naturedly.

But that was only seven hours out of “ You'll take the girl on trial, then, the twenty-four, and outside there were Miss Redway?" John asked.

books to be read, work to be done, and " Most assuredly.”

long conversations that made compensa“ You shall have her, then,” said John, tion. Aunt Martha was never so happy laughing; " and good luck go with her.” as when her two children came, after

That night, after Galena went home, school-hours, with a new poem, or a fresh John said to Ruth,

thought, winding their delicious music “I believe I'd rather have found my about the plain thread of daily life; or self a place there than Grant's girl. Galena would spend a few hours with There's selfish human nature for you.” Ruth in Mrs. Gurusey's parlor to help

“When you show me your selfishness, Ruth listen to the prosy but heart-full John Bates, I'll acknowledge - I'm home- talk of the old lady. ly."

Galena, awakened to her duty, fully " I've a pretty good chance of remain-persevered in it. ing in your good graces, then, little Ruth,” There was no word like fail in her vohe said.

cabulary. She trod self underfoot every “ And of getting into another's ?” she hour in each day. It was a constant batasked.

tle; but the victory was certain. He laughed and blushed. Ruth pur- She kept her past from her : permitted sued him still further. “ Confess to the no silent broodings; kept a cheerful coundesire,” she said.

tenance, and worked and thought of oth* Very well, I confess."

ers always. Aunt Martha grew younger,

Biddy more tidy and respectful, her scholThe winter sped away with the latest ars less awed, now and then even affecdays of February, and the breath of tionate and thoughtful. spring came with March, like a blessing I don't think she knew it, but unconupon the city.

sciously she grew happier herself, — hapIt is wonderful what an infinitude of py in teaching and praising Biddy, in hope and promise comes with the spring. amusing her aunt, in teaching her schol

God knows when the worn old earth ars, in her visits among the poor. Occaneeds rejuvenating; and then come the sionally the old trouble would intrude; soft, damp breezes, with their earthy but she pushed it away with her present smells, the blue, blue tint of sky, the glad interests, and so lived on. running of waters, the clear sun, and songs of birds ; and then the earth smiles, the aching heart breaks into joy-beats, and the little dead hopes of fowers and It was on one of their June Saturdays plants take root, and throw down and that the girls took the cars for the Inlet, shoot and leaf and blossom into vio- some eight miles from the city. The day



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marked its boundaries; outside was the city. She closed the book, her voice sicalm and quiet and tameness of the plain. lenced, while the drum of the waves came The cars fretted along, and the girls in like watched from either window the stretch

the deep-voiced neighboring ocean.” of green, resting their eyes with its freshness, until the Inlet was reached, and the · I used to think,” said Ruth, “that train pushed on, leaving them on the plat- the tale was too sad; but lately I have form of the station-house.

grown to wonder at the exquisite expresGalena remembered rides here years sion of spiritual compensation that perbefore on youthful birthdays. She re- vades the whole, and gives a glory to the membered, as in a dream, the tall, dark fulness of peace that closes it round.” trees, with the earth below them mossy in • First pure, then peaceable,' the aposmounds and damp with mouldering leaves tle taught,” said Galena. “ Life teaches and acorn-cups in indentations; the dark us that purity is to be arrived at only gullies filled with mysterious echoes when through suffering, which shall make us you rolled a branch down their sides, their peaceable,' that is, contented to accept evsources hidden from view with dense un- erything with a ready and satisfied mind.” dergrowth, suggestive of lairs for dragons " See that thin line of smoke curling and monsters, and starding on the bluff, up from the horizon!” said Ruth. “ It's looking beyond the musical reach of the a steamboat going out. Do you know I shore, the stretch of lake meeting far out never have been twenty miles from the the line of blue sky.

city, never have seen a hill except these Now it had become a little subject to bluffs, nor a country except the prairies the rule of man. The gullies had been around us?cleared of underbrush and fallen branch- “ Never have seen Niagara, nor the es; rustic seats had been constructed of White Mountains, nor the Beautiful Rir. stumps, and around the larger trees, and er, nor the Mississippi, where Gabriel the woods re-echoed, now and then, to the floated when Evangeline slept so near laugh of a child out for a day's picnicking, him he might almost have heard her still or a boy emancipated from school, or the breathing, yet never knew his happiness tones of a man teased out of his office by was within grasp, and so he passed her wife or sister, trying to attune his voice by, and the moment never came again!": to its old tone with nature; but the sky “I think that is the most thrilling was the same, and the breeze came shak- scene in the history. How one hopes and ing the leaves with the same motion; the lists for some hum of bee, or song of bird, sunlight fell in just the same lines of gold, or plash of oars to waken the slumbering and the lake droned out its weariness maiden ! how one's breath stops, one's upon the beach the very same as then. heart chokes, as the steady oar-falls carry

Galena had brought Evangeline, that the boat up and away." loveliest expression of woman, and in the " The one balance-moment of both low, full tones of her voice, read the tale, their lives, when even an insect might beautiful beyond all others, of

have turned the scales to happiness, of which they were

80 unconscious," said affection that hopes and

Galena. “I think each person's life lies

Endures and is patient "

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