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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 TSTo. 33 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