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the funny part is, there lias been no fight
}n<r down there at all, arid someone has
been quizzing the old man.”
“Are you sure, Kate,” said Mrs. Hun
ter “that it is not true? You know
George is in that company, and I feel so
uneasy about him.’
“I asked some gentlemen if it was so,”
said Kate, “and they said it was not; but
Ellen and myself will go out scouting this
morning for you, and bring you back all
the nows we hear.”
After sitting with Mrs. Hunter about
an hour, the girls left. Kate wished El
len to go on Main street with her, so she
might show her a beautiful picture. It
represented a prison scene —the prisoner
being a young Confederate in a Yankee
prison. Kate thought it was beautiful,
but said if it had been a Yankee in a Con
federate prison she would have liked it
better. Ellen could not bear to look at
it; it made her think of poor Harry.
“Kate,” said Ellen, “I wish you would
go to the hospital with me this morning?”
“ Oh, Ellen,” said Kate, “ I should faint,
or have a fit, or do something dreadful, I
know, so don’t ask me to go, if you don’t
wish to see me ‘put out,’ before I have
been there ten minutes.”
“You ought to come now, so you wont
mind it when 3*oll have to go,” said Ellen.
“I am never going ‘ to have to go,’ ”
said Kate, laughing; “ our boys are bullet
proof—no danger of them being hurt.”
“You don’t know that,’ said Ellen, and
she went up the steps of the hospital,
leaving Kate to continue her search for
news.
Written for Burke’s Weekly.
Joseph Ree.
t RIGHT merry chap is Joseph Ree,
He revels at morn in the dew,
And he sings from the bough of some swinging
\3«rv tree,
Whilo he seems to bo telling to you
Joe Roe ! Joe Ree!
yC) I’ve a wife, do you see,
And a nest—but that’s nothing to you.
And he ceases not to carol his song
’Till the close of the bright swnny day,
But whistles and flutters the flowers among,
Whilo he catches she incense ot May.
Joe Ree ! Joe Ree!
Just listen to me,
While my wife tastes the sweetness of May.
A gay little spouse is Joseph, I ween,
For his sweet little wife and her brood
Are not so far off, in the May grass so green,
But they hear while he boasts from the wood.
Joe Ree! Joe Roe !
While I’m in this tree
Thero’s nothing to fear in the wood.
Those boys and girls who delight
in learning every word which fell from
the lips of Jesus, and every event ot His
life, are laying up a treasure more preci
ous than gold—one which will never fail.
BURKE’S WEEKLY.
Written for Burke’s Weekly.
LILLIAN’S ROOM.—Concluded.
Pi IIE carpenters were soon
at work 0 n Lillian’s
room, and with what
interest did Rosette and
Ilallic watch them! —
IT\ They thought it would never be fin-
JA ished, but at last it was, and then
came the furnishing and fixing up.
The children had made Lillian pro
mise that she would not go into the room
until everything was ready, and so she
was always busy sewing or reading, and
seemed not to hear all the whispering
and consulting that was going on.
Lillian’s mother had several trunks fill
ed with things that she had brought from
her city home, when she first came to
live at the cottage, which had never been
unpacked, because she had no use for
them. Now these trunks were carried
into Lillian’s room, and curtains and
quilts of various kinds were taken out.
Some were white dimity with a deep
fringe, others white with a delicate blue
bordering, while others still were covered
with roses and rose-buds.
After much discussion, those with the
roses and rose-buds were decided on, be
cause, as Hal lie said, Lillian loved flowers
so dearly, particularly roses.
Very pretty indeed did the room look
when the curtains were hung, and the
chairs, and even a little work-table, cover
ed with rose-bud chintz to match. Sev
eral pretty ornaments were found in the
trunks to place on the mantel-piece, among
them a pair of vases, which Hallie filled
with bright holly berries and green leaves.
A small set of book shelves were hung on
the walls, and on them were placed Lil
lian’s favorite books, while a flower stand,
filled with sweet geraniums in pots, stood
in a sunny corner by a window.
Lillian had made one stipulation : she
would not have any poor mock-bird
shut up in a cage in her room. Oh, no,
if his song was ever so sweet it would
sound melancholy to her, lull of longing
for liberty and home. She did not mind
having a canary, because this little bird
is accnstomcd to its prison, and indeed
cannot, in this climate, live out of it.
Then the children wanted to take the
canary out of the parlor, where his cage
had hung for such a long time, and place
him in Lillian’s room —he would be so
happy among the roses and rose-buds,
they said, —but neither to this would Lil
lian consent; so they had to be satisfied
to leave the room without a bird, although
Lillian told them she knew there would
be one in it very often, chirping and ma-
king a noise, and it’s name would be Ro
sette. Hallie consoled himself about the
mock-bird Jjy reflecting that he could
not possibly have caught one at that sea
son.
At last the room was really and truly
ready, and it was determined to celebrate
Lillian’s birthday by opening it for her
reception. Lillian said she would rather
wait until night to see it, for she would
give Hallie and Rosette holiday, and let
them have a picnic in the woods.
A merry time they had, and they did
not return home until the sun had set;
then the children went into the room,
made a bright fire, and lit the candles,
and throwing open the door led Lillian
triumphantly into it. How happy she
was to see all that her kind mother and
dear little sister and brother had done for
her! She admired everything, and was
as much pleased as they could possibly
have desired.
Lillian went to bed that night •with a
thankful heart. She dreamed all night
about roses and rose-buds, holly berries
and geraniums, and the next morning she
was awakened early by a little voice
chirping at her bedside.
I)o 3*oll know what was the name of
the little bird that the voice belonged to?
It was Rosette. E. P. M.
Acoa , Habersham co ., Ga.
Nice Arrangement.
Bishop Simpson delivered a lecture in
Boston recently, on China, in which he
ventured the prediction that Boston would
soon have Chinese servants in its houses.
A little girl, who heard the lecture, said
to her father:
“Oh. pa, won’t that be nice; we shall
have a Chinese servant, and she will eat
all of the rats, so we won’t have to keep
a cat!”
_ _——
Too Smart.
A school-mistress, while taking down
the names and ages of her pupils and of
their parents, at the beginning of the
term, asked one little fellow :
“ What’s your father’s name?”
“ Oh, 3*0 u needn’t take down his name,
he’s too old to go to school to a woman,
was the innocent reply.
_ —— —- —•
Ma,” said an inquisitive little girl,
“will rich and poor folks live together
when they go to heaven?”
a Yes, my little dear, they will all be
alike there.” .
“Then why don’t rich and poor Chris
tians associate together here?”
jggg?” Never speak evil of any one.
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