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The National tribune. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1877-1917, 1882-02-04

when they fall in the desolate places. The pain
in Sans body ceased Across his mind fitted a
brief trouble.
II wish Mary could know" he said that l
wouldn't touch it-for her sake And later and
more solemnly /" wish Mary could know-that
1 seem-now-to understand seem-now-to
see"
An old story tells of the prodigal who wandered,
and who came back to his fathers house; of the
purpose, running through all the weakness and
sin, of the wonder and suffering of our human
lives to make us hungry and to bring us home.
So over Sans wasting face there crept first the
infinite unbearable hunger Of the soul, and then
the quick look of one whom God leads home;
and the blue eyes, piercing now beyond the light
of sun or moon, met unshrinkingly the shadows
of the deepening night and unshrinkingly the
clear gaze of the solemn stars.
And Mary knew. When they brought Sam
home to her in his wedding garments, she looked
upon his face, and she knew that the bridegroom
had indeed come back, clothed and joyful, to the
bride; the lost spirit to the strength and beauty
of its first estate. And she kissed the dead lips
in that last act of perfect love and conservation
and knelt and thanked God.
A few days after Sans death, Ned Heming-
way, entering Mary's house, either from curiosity
or worthier motives, with a stammered apology
and the words, "Of course it amt o. no account
but l thought We might like to keep it," handed
Mary the will in which Sam had devised to her
his pension. AS he did this, the mirthful grocer
cast down his eyes and blushed to the roots of
his hair. Mary took the little parchment read it
OIL hoIn Of ,>Ia
about the beautiful tenderness of her lips Then
she turned to the grocer, and unconsciously
transfxed him with her clear thoughtful, half
inattentive gaze.
Il think Sam owed you something" she said.
"Oh no, no., stammered the grocer. "Thats
all right The boys IL see to that"
Il should prefer to have you give me the bill, y
Mary said and still transfxed by that courte-
ously compelling gaze, the abashed and reluctant
grocer complied.
Mary keeps the will in which Sam gave her
his pension, with lock of hair that was always
golden and boyish and the green-covered spell
ing-book. Sometimes in the pauses Of her toll
she can smile her tender smile over these; she
can weep blessed tears over them.
| But if any one should say that hers had been
famished heart-famished for all the joyful
possibilities, the wifehood, the motherhood, that
might have been-the thought would pale before
! the tranquil glory of her eyes. There has come
! to the life of this lone watcher On the mountain
fullness such as few may know The autumn
winds that speak with her their low wall of death
to the jewellers in the valley land below bring to
her clearer sense sweet messages of home.
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TIRED MOTHERS.

4 little elbow leans upon your knee,
Your tired knee that has so much to bear;
A child's dear eyes are looking lovingly
Prom underneath a thateh of tangled hair.
Perhaps you do not heed the velvet touch
OF warm moist fingers, folding yours so tight;
You do not prize this blessing over much,
You almost are too tired TO pray tonight.
But it is blessedness! A year ago
j did not see it as l do to-day
We are so dull and thankless, and too slow
To catch the sunshine till it slips away.
And now il seems surprising strange TO me,
That. while bore the badge of motherhood,
did not kiss more oft and tenderly
The little child that brought me only good.
And if. some night when you sit down to rest,
You miss me elbows from your tired knee,
This restless curling head from off your breast,
TINS lisDng tongue that chatters constantly;
IF from your own the dimpled hands had slipped
And ne'er would nestle in your palms again;
If the white feet into their grave had tripped,
could not blame you for your heartache then!
1 wonder so that mothers ever fret
At little children cinging to their gown;
Or that their footprints, when the days are wet
Are ever black enough to make them frown.
If could find little muddy boot,
Or cap or jacket on my chamber floor;
If could kiss a rosy, restless foot,
And hear its patter in my home once more;
If could mend a broken cart to-day,
Tomorrow make a kite to reach the sky
There is no woman in Gods world could say
She was more blissfully content than L.
But, ah A, the dainty pillow next my own
Is never rumpled by shining head;
My singing birding from its nest is flown,
The little bOy | used to kiss is dead
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T Wise Annie Budolpa

and few moments later Miss Annie Rndolnh
entered the CREST tent.
For moment tAe girl hesitated overcome. per.
haps, by the unexpected brilliancy of the scene.
Then the spirit of her "RsdwOlf" ancestors as
serted itself, aad to her, Corrwallis in full din
ner costume, surrounded by bis brilliant COM
panions, represented only the power that could
save her favozite from the butchers knife
Well, my little girl, ana General Cornwall
us" said that gentleman, kindly. What have.
you to say to me?"
L want nay cown
Profound silence reigAed for moment, SAen
came simultaneous burst of uproarious laughter
from all the gentlemen around the table. The
girls face Redeemed, but she held her ground, and
her set features and flashing eyes convinced the
general that the child before hin. was one of no
ordinary spirit.
lew words OF encouragement pleasantly
spoken, quickly restored the eeuanimity of the
girl Then, with ready tact, the general soon
drew from her concise narration of her griey-
ance.
Why did not your father attend to this for
you?"
My father is not at home, now
"And have you no brothers for such an GRAND,
instead of coming yourself into British camp?"
Both Of my brothers are away. But, Gen
eral Corvallis" cried she, impatiently, while
you keep me here talking they will kill my
cow"
"So-y0ur brothers also are away from home.
Now, tell me, child, where can they be founde"
My oldest brother, Captain John Rudolph, is
with General Gates"
And your other brother, where is hep
Captain Michael Rudolph is with Harry Lee
The girls eyes fairly blazed as she spoke the
name of gallant Lighthouse Harry Lee" Then
she exclaimed: But, General, my cowtn
"Ah, ha one brother with Gates and one with
Lee. Now" said the general, severely, where is
your father?h
He was with General Washington" frankly
answered the little maiden but he is a pris-
oner now"
$50, so. Father and brothers all in the Con-
tinental army! 1 think, then, you must be
little rebel"
eyes, sir, if you please am little rebel
But want my cow"
Well you are brave straightforward little
girl, and you shall have your cow and something
more, too" Then, STOPPING forward, he detached
from his carriers pair of brilliant knee buckles,
which he laid in the ehilds hands. "Take these
he said, and keep them a souvenir of this
interview, and believe that Lord CORVALLIS can
appreciate courage and truth, even in little
rebel" Then, calling an orderly, he instructed
him to go with the child through the camp in
search of the cow, and, when he should find the
animal to detail man to drive her home again.
So Miss Annie returned in triumph with her
cow! And those sparkling knee-buckles are still
treasured by her descendants as a memento of
CORVALLIS and the Revolution.-!T Nicholas for
February, 1882.
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CORNWALLIS,S BUCKLES.

L am not quite sure of dates but it was late in
from the British camp in Philadelphia made a
descent upon the farm of Major Rudolph, south
of that city, at Darby. Having supplied them
selves well with provender, they were about to
begin their return march, when one of the SOL
diers happened to espy valuable cow, which at
that moment unfortunately made her appearance
in the lane leading to the barn-yard and poor
Sukey was Immediately confscated for the use
of the company.
Now, this unfortunate cow happened to be the
pride of the farm, and was claimed as the exclu-
sive property of Miss Anne Rudolph the
daughter of the house-aged twelve years Of
course no other animal On the estate was so i'm
portant as this particular cow, and her confsca-
ton by the soldiers could not be tolerated for
moment So, Miss Anne made an impetuous
dash for her recovery, but finding the men deaf
to her entreaties and the sergeant proof against
the storms of her indignation, the high-spirited
child rushed over to the stables, saddled her
pony, and was soon galloping off toward the city,
determined to appeal to the communicating chief
of the British army, if nothing less would save
the life of her favorite
Meanwhile poor Sukey trudged along, her re-
luctant steps quickened now and then by gen.
tie prick with the point of bayonet in her
well-rounded side.
To reach the city before the foraging party. was
the one thought of the child, as her pony went
pounding along the old Chester road at a pace
that soon brought her within the British lines.
She was halted at the first outpost by the guard,
and the occasion of her hot haste was demanded.
The child replied:
II must see the general immediately"
"But the general cannot be disturbed for every
trihe Tell me your business and if important,
it will be reported to him." s
at is of great Importance, and I cannot stop
to talk to you. Please let go my pony, and tell
me where to find the general" ..
'But, my little girl, cannot let you pass until
you tell me whence you come, and what your
business is within these lines" -,
81 come from Darby, and my business is to
see the general Immediately! No one else can
tell him what have to say!"
The excitement of the child, together with her
persistence, had its influence upon the officer.
General Washington was in the neighborhood,
with his ragged regiments patiently watching
his opportunity to strike another blow for the
liberty of the colonies. The officer well knew
that valuable information of the movements of
the rebels frequently reached the British COM
mander through families residing in the coun-
try, and still, in secret, friendly to the Crown
Here might be such case and this considera-
ton determined the soldier to send the child
forward to headquarters. So, summoning an
orderly, he directed him to escort the girl to the
general.
1t was late In the afternoon by this time, and
CORVALLIS was at dinner with number of Brit
ish officers, when "A little girl FROM the country
with message for the general" was announced.
"Let her come in at once" said the General;
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nlSuU.
With the morning he put On his wedding
clothes. No doubt or hesitation possessed him
now. There was terrible exultation in his eyes.
This time he did not stop, as was his won't at
Miss Mary's house. The road down the mountain
side was tortuous and long. There was no palace
gate at the end no pension. Those who watched
Sans face in this last instance of his ever-recur
ring disappointment say that look came over
it which had never been there before. He rested
on the counter, and drowsed and almost tainted,
but he would not drink. This provoked I'M
bounded establishment. Sans dying flesh craved
the cup with an awful thirst, but Marys eyes
were stronger, and Mary's eyes seemed to be upon
him, and he would not drink.
at would choke me, boys" he tried to say,
turning away weakly.
He manifesteda desire to make his will 1t
was rare occasion at the Bloomington grocery.
"It's all to 60 to Mary" he exclaimed, ex-
citedly, pension back pay, and all" The last
fame of the fever was Pickering and wasting
in his eyes. He rested and dozed again. At
noon he started for home; at four o'clock
he had traversed only half of the lonely winter
road; at the foot of the mountain-it was sum
set-he staggered and fell down. We shrink
from the records of fates so sad. We need not
fear. One greater than we, and more compass
sionate by far, comforts the death of His lambs
The central Presbyterian. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1856-1908, 1882-01-11
Hidden and Safe.

One morning teacher went as usual
to the school-room, and found many
vacant seats. Two little scholars lay at
there homes cold in death, and others
were very sick. A fatal disease had en-
tered the village, and the few children
present that morning at school gath cred
around the teacher and said, 20, what
shall we do? Do you think we shall be
sick and die too ?"
She gently touched the bell as signal
for silence, and observed, " Children, you
are all afraid of this terrible disease. You
mourn the death of our dear little friends,
and you fear that you may be taken also.
| know of only one way of escape, and
that is to hide"
The children were bewildered, and the
teacher went on =" will read to you
about this hiding place ;" and read Psalm
xci Ito: "He that dwelleth in the
secret place of the Most High shall abide
under the shadow of the Almighty. There
shall no evil befall thee, neither shall
any plague come nigh thy dwelling"
All were hushed and composed by the
sweet words of the Psalmist, and the
morning lessons went on as usual.
At noon a dear little girl sided up to
the desk and said, Teacher, are you not
afraid of the diphtheria?"
No, my child" she answered.
"Well, wouldn't you be if you thought
you would be sick and die p"
No, my dear, trust not"
Looking at the teacher for moment
with wondering eyes, her face lighted up
as she said, 40, l know you are hidden
under Gods wings. What nice place
to hide !"
Yes this is the only true hiding-place
for old, for young, for rich, for poor-all.
Do any of your know of a safer or bet
ter ?-OH and Young.
The central Presbyterian. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1856-1908, 1882-01-11
A BibIe-Gentleman.

1t was hot July morning, and old Mrs.
Dawes, carrying the clean linen home to
the Rectory, though her basket seemed
heavier than usual. Johnnie Leigh, the
son of the village doctor, overlook her
half way up the hill.
"Why, mother" said he; that's more
than you can managed Let me have one
handle, and then we'll trot it up easily
enough"
Away they went, Johnnie chatting
gaily, and the old woman's face beaming
with gratitude and pleasure.
1.-THE idea" said Fannie Leigh, who
came down the lane just in time to see
her brother and Mrs. Dawes turn in at
the Rectory gate. You area gentleman,
Johnnie Surprising Lady Blake had met
you carrying clothes basket How could
you do it?"
Johnnie whistled.
A gentleman OF course am. /
am Bible-gentleman, like father"
Fanny looked puzzled, so Johnnie ex-
planned
Father said that Bible-gentleman is
ARRAYS civil to poor people as well as rich
ones and poor old Mrs. Dawes is my
neighbor' just as much as Lady Blake. .
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Ghildrfm's Column.
From the Westminster Teacher.


A Letter to a Superintendent.
The following letter was never written
by any of the boys so far as we know, but
there are some boys who would write
about in this way if they were to write at
all what they feel in their hearts:
Dear Mr.. Superintendent Why do
you always point all the cross parts of
your lesson at us boys? If there are any
bad people in the lesson you always
make it out that they are there as warn
lngs to us boys. If you tell story, it is
always sure to be about bad boy. If
there is any noise in the school it is al
ways we boys that get scolded for it. Are
the girls all angels? Do they never do
anything wrong? Are there no lessons
in the Bible for naughty girls? Have no
stories ever been made about bad girls :?
Do girls never make any noise in school =?
Don't girls ever need to be scolded?
I'VE boys would like to know about
these things. 1t does not seem to us
quite fair that all the sweet things should
be said to the girls, and about girls, and
that all the cross and awful things should
be about the boys.
We boys don't think we get along
any better because we are scolded and
lectured so much. 1t don't seem to make
us any more gentle or amiable. We
know the girls are very sweet and gentle
creatures-sometimes We know that
they are made of sugar and spice, and
all that's nice" We don't say a word
against girls. But we don't think that
we boys are so awfully bad as you seem
to suppose. Some pretty good men were
boys once. Were you never boy, Mr..
Superintendent?
Now, please let US rest Sunday or
two, and see if it makes US any worse If
any body has to be scolded let the girls
have their turn and see how it will affect
them. If it's good for us, may be it will
be good for them too If all the stories
are about bad boys, just change them a
little so that they Will suit for girls-we
think there have been some bad girls in
the world, some time in the past. We
don't think it will spoil us to be praised
little for one or two Sundays. Please,
Mr.. Superintendent, give us trial.
ONE OF THE BOYS"
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Giving the Heart.

Mother" said little boy who had
numbered only three summers, "what
does it mean to give your heart to God p
The mother put down her sewing, and
looking at her boy said:
Charlie, do you love anybody ?"
With look of surprise the child an
swered:.
" 1 love you, love my father, and my
sister, and Henry"
" Then you give you heart to your
father to Henry, to your sister, and to
me, and you show that love by doing all
you can for us and obeying our com
mands.
The child's face looked bright with a
new thought.
And you ought, continued the moth
er, "to love God best, because he gave you
your father and mother, and all your
friends and comforts; and he gave you
his dear Son, Jesus Christ, who came from
heaven to die that you may live forever.
do want to give may heart to him,
mother; how shall do it?"
The mother taught him to tell Jesus
his wants, and led him by her example
into the good way. His child-life did
not disappoint her hopes He always
tried to live like Jesus. Charles is now
one of the best of men, and he says he
had one of the best of mothers. Mother s
Friend.
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Self Consciousness

Near the close of the summer season,
IN a pleasant summer retreat, a new
conner found the entire company of the
little hotel preparing to give fete in
honor of young lady who was about to
leave them. The young men had brought
a band and caterer from the city, mar
quees were erected on the lawn, the house
was wreathed with flowers everybody
had some little farewell gift ready for
" Miss Betty" The stranger was curious.
This Miss Betty is very beautiful p
he asked his friend
No, think not it never occurred to
me before, but believe she is homely."
A great heiress, them
On the contrary, poor artist.
Brilliant, witty2 Highly intellect
ual?"
No, indeed she never said fine
thing in her life. But she is the best
listener / ever knew. Neither is she
learned or clever or fascinating but
really she is the most lovable girl in the
world"
What is the charm, then p
Bettys friend looked perplezed, 1" / dc
not know" he hesitated, unless it is that
she never thinks Of herself"
The charm Of this woman was an alb
solute absence Of all self consciousness
She was neither vain nor modest. She
simply forgot that there was such a person
as Betty Gordon, and with her warm
heart and quick sympathies threw her
self into the lives of others. 1t was 9
peculiar, powerful attraction, and brought
the little world about her to her feet.
Youths Componjon
The central Presbyterian. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1856-1908, 1882-01-11
A Long Serial.

All readers Of the Arabian Nights
Entertainment delight to recall the
amazing facility with which the story
telling princess spun out from evening to
evening the wonderful narrative that
seemed to have capability of endless
growth. A correspondent Of TIE Watch
man (Boston) relates that Mrs. Alden,
more widely known as Pansy, has a
little son about seven years Of age, who
every evening at bedtime demands a
story, and unlike most children, always
wishes a continuation Of the same story
with which she began the first evening
she ever told him one; and she says she
doubts if she shall ever finish it, as each
day she has to add something new to it.
Many who have read her stories can APP
preciate his feeling"
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NV Ships.

stood and watched my ships go out,
Each one by one unmooring free,
What time the quiet harbor filed
With food-tide from the sea-
The first that sailed-her name was Joy
She spread smooth, white, shining sail,
And eastward drove with bending spars
Before the signing gale.
Another sailed-her name was Hope
No cargo in her hold she bore;
Thinking to find in Western lands
OF merchandise store
The next that sailed-her name was Love
She showed red flag at the mast
A flag as red as blood she showed,
And she sped South right fast.
The last that sailed-her name was Faith
Slowly she took her passage forth
Tackled and lay to-at last, she steered
A straight course for the North
My gallant ships they sailed away
Over the shimmering summer sea;
l stood and watched for many day
But one came back to me.
For Joy was caught by Pirate Pain;
Hope stranded on a hidden reef
And Love took fire and foundered fast,
In whelming seas of grief
Faith came at last, storm beat and torn,
She recOmpensed me all my loss;
For as a cargo safe she brought
A Crown linked to Cross
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Tossed out to die, yet it had its use il
the world, for the wise God wastes moth,
ing.
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The service Of sin often proves very
expensive.
Freie Presse fuÌˆr Texas. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1865-1945, 1882-12-15
@an Mntpnto, 8reitag ben 49, De5ember 1882.

ourdwcben bon fleinen solcenen Osus
ldefn. Die tief nieberbdnseneen @ars
binen, lcwie bic runben Banobipans wa@
rem BON BENT mielben Stcff. Mare bteie
foltbare Tapete ipeiB coer roth ooer blau,
meinte aoelbeib, meld einen farlfliden
ginbrud maBte bic @inri4tuns MAIDEN,
mabrenb ae in bieier unideinbaren Tarbe
eiaentlid nad niatS ausiab. GbIren
unb 2amperien waren braun polirt, uno
nit @ololeilfen beleet, Der Beoen unb
B(afcnb beitanben aus Der faSnlten Wfos
5aif BON bunflem Sol5. Su Der Wlitte
unb in ben Gden be8 BlafrnbS mar tolts
bares saniemerf nit srabesfen bon
golo anse6radt. Sin Srcnleuater BON
matter 8ron,e nit WrbrehfSpfen 9ing
BON Der Dede neoer, unb redts unb linfs
BON einem pradtpollen iapar5en Warz
murfamin bielten ;spei Mcbren bon Onnr
unb Nlabaiter persoloete Sanbelaber.
l1eber benz &amin mar Elm md9ttser
@piesel in bic Wanb einselafen, ben ben
See unb bic Serge sleidiam in bas
3immer binein perleste, oa bic brelte
@laStblr NIT Der MuSF4t anf btelelben
ibm seruoe seseniiber lag.
(Eor.febuns foIat.)
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cSu 1einem Grnieberidt iiber Ser

* Sn ieinem grnieberi6t iiber Seras
fir December ma6t ber Correspondent
bes Bunbes=9epartements fit Nderba,t
foIgenoe Mnga6en: Gorn ergibt 300
proaent mebr als lebtes Sabr; preis
per 8ufbel so Gents. Weisen bat cine
3unabme bon 25 Yro3ent; preis 80
Gents per 8uibel. &ogsen: sleides
grgebniB ipie lebtes Sabr; Preis per
8ufbel Is Gents. Safer: 20 proSent
3unabme; preis 45 Gents. @erite;
gleider grtrag tuie poriges Sabr; ;preis
60 Gents. Rartoffeln: 200 proaent
nber als lebtes Sabr: preis l Dollar
per 8ulbel 5iiBfartrfeln: bermebr=
tes grgebniB bon 800 pro5ent; Preis
60 Gents per 8ufbel. 0eu: boppelt 10
ftarfer @rtrag als borises Sabr; Yreis
5 Dollars per Sonne. Gorgbum: so
pro5ent ifdrferer @rtrag als leBtes Sabr;
preis per @a0one so Gents. Die nit
@ei5en, &osaen unb 6afer angeidete
go6enfld6e 1T bic glei6e tpie poriges
Sabr. 8aumpolle: ber grtrag miro,
felbf uenn ales auf ben Telbern geiam=
melt pir6, 800 pfunO per gcre ni6t
iiberfteisen; alfo etmas unter einer
Sur11bniit5erille.