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242 Angel Footprints. BY FANNIE WAYUSD. tVERY little kindness, Every deed of love, Every little .action Prompted from above— E’en a cup of water, In llis great name given : These arc angels’ footprints Leading up to Heaven. Every little sacrifice Made for others’ weal, Every wounded brother That we strive to heal. E’en a word of kindness To misfortune given— All are angels’ footprints. Leading up to Heaven. Then let angels lead us Wheresoe’er they would; Even let them teach us What is for our good : May they cross our pathway When from lleaven they roam, Let us follow after Footprints leading home. Written for Burke’s Weekly. ELLEN HUNTER: A S T OltY O F TH K WAIt . DEDICATED TO THE CHILDREN OP THE SOUTH BY ONE WHO HAS BEEN AN EYE-WITNESS TO THEIR SORROWS AND THEIR SUFFERINGS. BY BYRD LYTTLE, OF VIRGINIA. CHAPTER IY. NEWS OF IIARRY. EORGE HUNTER came Cgi IfO It, at the appointed time, Wsl and, from the moment of his arrival, was so much enframed in forming and JTk . J discussing his plans for the future, that he had very little time to de rsV' vote to Ellen. Elder brothers, ’(P when they are first grown, are not apt to waste their time, as they call it, on their little sisters, but if George had only known how anxious Ellen was to hear all he was going to do, I think he would have spared her a little of his time. One day, some weeks after the opening of this story, George came hurriedly into the room where Ellen was stuuying her lessons, and asked for his father. Dr. Hunter had gone out, and when Ellen told George he seemed so distressed that she asked him what was the matter? “ Nothing you can understand about,” was liis reply. “Don’t worry me now, Ellen, for I am fairly bothered to death.” “ I was only afraid something had hap pened to Harry,” said Ellen. “What do you suppose could be the matter with Harry?” asked George im patiently. “He is not in any danger.” “ I know he is not in danger of being hurt, but father told me had written for BURKE’S WEEKLY. him to come home, at the same time he wrote for you, and I know something must have happened, or he would have been here.” “Did father tell you he had written for him ?” “ Yes,” said Ellen. “Then I reckon I might as well tell you what I have heard,” said George. “ Tom Nelson, who has been living in New York, has just come home, and he says Harry is a prisoner in Washington. But here is a letter to father from Mr. Hobson. I expect that will tell us all about it.” Ellen almost fainted when she heard this. Harry v 7 as her favorite brother, and most deservedly so, for there was never a nobler or braver young man. George noticing that Ellen did not speak, looked up and found her almost insensi ble. He brought her some water, saying as he did so : “Look here, Elbe, you must stand up to things better than this. There’s no body" hurt yet; when there is it will be time enough to faint.” By this time Ellen had recovered, and her first thought was to keep her mother from hearing the news. She told George ho had better keep the letter until their father came in, and give it to him him self: “You know,” she continued, “moth er always reads Mr. Hobson’s letters, and she would find it out.” “That’s a fact, Elbe; I never thought of that. But here comes father now.” As soon as Dr. Hunter entered the room, he saw from the expression of his children's faces that something was wrong, but before he had time to ask any ques tions, George gave him Mr. Hobson’s let ter. It was only a few lines, and when the Doctor had finished reading it, he said : “This is unfortunate. Harry has been sent off to attend to some business for Mr. Hobson, and is not expected back for two months; in consequence of which he will not receive my letter until too late to come home without having a great deal of difficulty in doing so. What do you think I had best do, George ?” Without answering his father’s ques tion, George said : “ I heard this morning, father, that Harry was a prisoner in Washington.” “Good Heavens, George! how did you hear that?” “Tom Nelson has just come through from New York, and lie says lie heard it there.” “But perhaps they had no other reason for thinking so,” said Dr. Hunter, “ than his unusually long absence from the city. I shall write immediately to Mr. Hobson and ask when they last heard from Har ry, and where he was at that time. But 1 think it would be as well, George,” h e continued, “ to see Tom Nelson again, and learn from him all that he knows of Har ry’s imprisonment.” After Dr. Hunter left the room, Ellen asked: “ What do you think about Harr} George?” “ I’m afraid they’ve caught him; but don’t distress yourself, lie’ll manage to get oft some way,” said George leaving the room as he finished speaking. When left alone, Ellen could no longer keep back her tears. Her only idea of “being a prisoner” was being confined in a horrid dirty-place, with iron bars across the window, and when she thought of Harry being shut up in a place like that, with no one near to comfort and cheer him, it almost broke her heart. But, for tunately for lier, she could not indulge in her sad reflections long, as she heard her mothers voice calling her. Written for Burke’s Weekly. MAROONER’S ISLAND; OR, Dr. Gordon in Search of his Children. BY REV. F. It. GOULDING, Author of the “ Young Marooners.' 1 CHAPTER XX. SOMETHING IN TIIE BUSH PLANS FOR THE NIGHT A FIIIE-HUNT DEER’S EYES BY TORCHLIGHT. OON after this the whole camp was in a state of repose. Nothing was to be heard but the hard breathing of the sleepers, and the footfalls of the sentinel q whose quiet tramp upon the ap pointed beat near by was as iegu lar as the ticking of a clock; for Tomkins was so sure there would he n° further disturbance from Indians alter the rising of the moon that'he encouraged al to go quickly and soundly to sleep. - little past midnight, however, lie him^ c was called from his bivouac. Ihesenti nel on duty at that hour was feinips (,n : whose hurt, a mere scratch on the temp e needing only the staunching influence a little cold water, did not at all disqua 1 fy him for service. Having been ted to give the Sergeant private vvaimng in the event of anything unusual, he c * lhK and with a gentle shake said : “ I hear something in the bush ! They went noiselessly to the merit of a leafy evergreen, where the) toned, and became convinced that t m