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Entered —* to Act ~f Consrees. in June.MW. by J. W. * Cos., in the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the United States for the So. District ofGeoryin. Vol. I. Written for Burke’s Weekly. THE LITTLE MAIDEN. thou pluck flowers, maiden fair, wroil^ie among thy flowing hair— yff To deck thee for the sportive throng That meets with merry dance and song?” “ Nay,” said the maiden, “ not for me The festive dance and merry glee ; My parents in yon church-yard lie, And there at sunset hour I hie To deck their graves with flowerets wild— A lowly offering from their child.” Acoa, Ga. E. P. M. Written for Burke’s Weekly. DOING GOOD. fJivOlii\ was Sunday after noon. Little Nelly Scott was standing h Y her mother’s knee. mfgl. with her arms folded, trying to look as “old folksy” possible. She had re b|p mained silent so long that! her mother looked up and! said: hat is my daughter thinking! about?” I Avas thinking, mother, about! AAhat Miss Mary Davis told us in! Sunday-school this morning.” “What was that, my dear?” She said she would like for every 1 member of her class to try and do ! an act °f kindness to some little . pooi girl or boy, so that when Easter came our having made them happy would w out Easter offering. ] don't see how am to do it, for I don’t know a single poor child.” M oubl you like to do it if you did know one, Nelly?” Oh, ves, mother, that I would.” Well, I will tell you about a little girl . 0 henrd of lately, and you can de e for yourself whether you can render Q U an Y assistance. Her name is Ann W( ns, and she lives some distance out MACON, GA, FEBRUARY 29, 1868. on Garden-street. You will have to take a long walk every time you go to see her. Now, do you think you can spare that much time from your play hours?” Nelly looked grave at hearing this question, fur if there was anything she did love, it was to romp and play with her brothers in the afternoon. She s?~\ " i %r _ - ,/(L —j '.\ *>' "7 r<VIM 'S. M r? 'i%vwk — thought about it a few moments and then said : “Is she very poor, mother?” “ Yes, very.” “ Is she sick ?” “ Yes, she is never well; she is a crip ple.” “Who takes care of her?” “ Her mother, when she is at home, but she has to go out every day, and Ann is left alone until she comes back in the evening.” “ How does she get anything to eat and drink while her mother is away?” asked Nelly. “Her mother always gives her her breakfast before she leaves, and then puts her dinner on a little table by her side, and when Ann is hungry she eats it.” “Her dinner must be mighty cold be fore hungry time comes; don’t yju reek- - on so, mother ?” “ Her meals are always cold, my |Child. She has only a piece of bread and a mug of milk.” “Poor little thing,” said Nelly, with a sigh, and then, after think ing a few moments, she asked: “ Mother does she look very sick.” “She is pale and thin, but she is ; always so bright and cheerful that It don’t think it would make you . Feel badly to see her.” | “How is she crippled ?” | “She has had acute rheumatism, f ind has lost the use of her lower limbs. Her mother takes her up in lie morning, and puts her in a little chair, and there she sits all day. The last time I was there the poor child was amusing herself cutting out paper babies.” “ Does she know how to read ?” “ Yes, I think she can read words of two syllables, but she does not read as well as } T ou do. I will have to leave you now. You can think over what I have told you, and if you still wish to see her, I will take you there to-morrow, after you come home from school; that is, if you are a good child.” Nelly sat t hinking some time. She had to make up her mind to two things: one was to give up her playtime in the after noon. and the other to go where she knew she would see suffering. The last was decidedly the more serious of the two, for, like most children, she dreaded pain, either for herself or others. But at last she de cided she would go to see Ann Owens No. 35