The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1873-06-28

ries, mines and valley.lands He burns Il
course at free will over the grazing region
where even the Indians raise such fine stock
And now that the railroad has entered q pro
test against any farther cXclusivcncss on tn
part of the Indians, he thunders at the northern
and the southern entrances of the Territory
and will not remain tranquil.
Rev !. A. Reed repcls with Indignation anC
yigor the statement in Ward Lannon's latel,
published Life of Lincoln" that Lincoln
lived and died an intideln Lamon cites a
his chief witnesses the Hon. John II. Stuar
and Jas. H. Matheny, from both OF whom MI
Reed publishes letters utterly repudiating TIT
statement The article closes with an cxtrac
from letter of Mr. Brook in Harper's in Jul,
| 1865:
| There was something touching in his child
like and simple reliance on Divine aid, es
pecially when in such eXtremitics as he some
times fell into; then, though prayer and read
| ing Scriptures was his constant habit, he NOR,
earnestly than ever sought that strength
which is promised when mortal help faileth
| He said once, i have been many times driver
to nv knees by the overwhelming conviction
that had nowhere else TO go. My own wis
dom, and that of all about me, seemed insult
fcient for that dav' At another time he
said, Il am very sure that if | do not go away
from here wiser man, | shall go away bet
ter man for having learned here what very
poor sort Of q man l am.
Low life in Berlin is very entertaining
and interesting; "Recolections of restored
Lunatic," by DR. Newell, is quite singular
and amusing; and there is good deal of very
fine writing by Dr. Holland, in his Topics
of the Times" from which we regret our ina
bilty to make copious extracts.
The Aldine.
The Aldine opens with full page illustra-
ton, printed in tints, entitled Catch Him I"
A little girl is holding her baby brother up
to a rose bush on which is a butterfly, which
baby is going for" 1t is one of John S.
Davis studies of child life, and is very pref
ty Moonlight on the Shenandoah" "Old
New York" by Mrs. Eliza Greatorex; "A
Dainty Bit Morning Bath ;""You Naughty
Children" and The Onset, ARE all SPLEEN
did pictures which the reader had better buy
an Aldine and see for himself than let us de-
scribe. The literature of the Aldine is al
ways excellent and varied From number
If pieces of excellent poetry we copy
THE SONG IN THE DARK.
heard little bird sing out one morning
While yet the darkness oyerspread the sky
And not a single streak of rose gave warming
That day was nigh.
t sang with such sweet and joyful clearncss,
The silence piercing with "A note so fine,
started, thrilled with sudden sense of ncarness
To my love divine.
oh, weary heart" it seemed to utter, "harken!
God sends message to you in my song;
The day is coming, though the shadows darkcn,
And night is long.
God sees your eyelids heavy-not with slumber:
The sorrowful tears that make their brightness
dim,
md all your patient prayer (no man can number)
Are known TO him.
The day shall come your darkness dispossess;ng"
And while the bird sang, on my eyelids prcst
weight Of sleep, the weary brain carressng
To happy rest.
slept as children sleep, tired out with crying;
God knows, not l. when had slept beforel
walked, to fluid the gracious sunshine lying
Along the floor.
md in its blessed light to see returning
The face Of one that was the world to me;
he face my heart with bitter grief and yearnins, !
Had ached to see.
he day had come, indeed! 0 sweetest singer,
The song you sung to me in the dark was true,
nd would that could be so swift bringer
Ofjoy to you!
our nest should rock in srcenest branches, truly,
Andtherc your shy brown mate and dOwny brood
hould chirp to you, spread their wnglet. duly
Nor lack for foot.
o cruel sportsman ever should besct you,
No sudden tempest ever cause alright,
or any i'll that birds are heir to fret you,
By day or night.
ain wish, alas! and valueless completely;
For whether it was blackbird, wren or lark,
r silver thrOated thrush, that all so swectly
Sang in the dark,
never kncw--yOu never more came near me;
But can trust You, clearly, to His care
nose tender pity sent your song to cheer me
In my despair.
Demorest'. {