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Entered according to Act of Congress, in June, 1867, by J. W. Burkk & Cos., in the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the United States for the So. District of Georgia.
Vol. I.
Written for Burke’s Weekly.
THE POOR MANIAC.
BIIIS poor woman is a
maniac. Do you know
what a maniac is? If
you look in the diction
ary you will see that it
e of disordered intellect,
1 person. This woman’s
a sailor, and left her to
voyage only a short time
before they were to
be married. When
she was expecting
his vessel to return
a great storm arose,
and the ship was
wrecked in sight of
land, and every per
son on board was
drowned. Her lov
er’s dead body was
washed ashore by
the cruel waves,
and the shock was
so great that she
became a maniac.
She now lives in
the rude cabin on
the hill, and night
after night lights
her fire of blazing faggots, in the hope
that it may invite her lover’s return.
But, alas ! he sleeps in the cold earth, and
can never return to her again. Hot us
hope that, after “life’s fitful lever, she
may, with her reason restored, meet him
in that better world where “all tears aic
wiped away.”
A house built on sand is, in fair
weather, just as good as if built on a rock.
A cobweb is as good as the mightiest ca
ble, when there is no strain on it. It is
trial that proves one thing weak and an
other thing strong.
MAOOIST, Gs A., FEBRUARY 15, 1868.
Written for Burke’s Weekly.
ELLEN HUNTER:
A STORY OF T HE WAR.
DEDICATED TO THE CHILDREN OF THE SOUTH BY ONE
WHO HAS BEEN AN EYE-WITNESS TO THEIR
SORROWS ANI) THEIR SUFFERINGS.
BY BYRD LYTTLE, OF VIRGINIA.
CHAPTER VI.
MORE NEWS OF HARRY.
After Dr. Hunter had left Elbe at home
he drove to the post-office, hoping to re
ceive some intelligence of Harry. Mr.
Hobson had written, saying they had re
ceived no letter from him since he left,
but supposed it was owing to his being in
a part of the country which was very
thinly settled, and the mail communica
tions wore often interrupted.. Torn Nel
son could give no further information
than George first heard from him, so Dr.
Hunter had every reason to feel anxious.
On reaching the office he was handed a
letter by the postmaster, but he sighed as
he took it, on finding it was not directe
in Harry’s handwriting. It was post-
marked “ Richmond,” and looked very
much as if it was one of the numerous
epistles the Doctor was constantly receiv
ing from persons inquiring after their
friends in the hospital. He put it in his
pocket without opening it, and returned
home with a sad heart.
On opening the letter after dinner, he
read the following, written in Harry’s
handwriting, but evidently very much
disguised :
11 Dear Father —I send this by a man
counting room. I cannot tell what route
I will take, nor when I will reach home.
This leaves me well and hearty. Best
love to all. Save a place for me, for I m
corning .”
There was neither date nor signature
to the letter, but it was unmistakeably
written by Harry, and vague as the m
formation was, it cheered his family to
receive it.
“ If I could only see the man who mail
ed this letter,” said Dr. Hunter to his
wife “I would be much better satisfied ;
but it is like looking for a needle in a
haystack, to attempt to find him ; so, my
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who has promised
to mail it in
for me. He leaves
me to-night to go
was going too, but
cannot leave until
I have deposited in
bank some funds I
have belonging to
the firm. I will
finish my business
here to-morrow,and
shall then start for
home. I have writ
ten to Mr. H., tell
ing him of my de
termination, and
my reasons for not
i returning to his