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Entered according to Act of Congress, in June, 1867, by J. W. Burke & 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 SPRING WALK.
KIRLS and boys who live
in cities and towns, and
sleep until seven or eight
o’clock, have no idea of
the delights of a spring
in the country. To rise
; sun, and wander in the
I fields, culling the beau
wers that everywhere
abound, breathing the fresh air, and see
ing the sun rise from his eastern bed, are
among the pleasures which must be en
joyed to be appreciated.
Mary and Ellen Lawson live in a large
city, but they go sometimes to spend a
few weeks with their relatives in tho
country. At their uncle’s house they
breakfast before town people get out of
bed, so that the girls were obliged to get
rid of some of their town ways, or go
without breakfast. For sometime it was
quite a task to get out of bed at daylight,
but after they had enjoyed one or two
delightful rambles before sunrise, with
their cousin Clara, often getting back to
the house just as old Sol’s rays were visi
ble on the tree tops, and with their cheeks
almost as rosy as the flowers they had
gathered, it became much less difficult,
and before their visit was ended they
found themselves more fond of early ri
sing than they had ever expected to be.
Habit is a hard master. You recollect
the story of Sindbad, the Sailor, and the
old man of the sea: how easy it was to
got tho old man seated on Sindbad’s back,
and how hard to get rid of him. W ell,
bad habits are just like this old man of
the sea. They persuade us to take them
up just for a moment, but, once seated,
they are hard to shake oft*. I know of no
habit more easily acquired, more perni
tious in its effects, or harder to get rid of,
ban that of late rising. It is so pleasant
MACON, GrA., JUNE 20, 1868.
to turn over and take another nap that
it requires great resolution or some
strong incentive to drive us out of bed.
I wish I could say that these girls,
Mary and Ellen, kept up the good habit
of early rising after they got home, but
I cannot. The temptation to lie in bed
was as strong as over, and as there were
no pleasant walks or wild flowers to in
duce them to get up, they soon relapsed
into their old habit.
They are going into the country again
in a few weeks, and I hope they will
become so fond of early rising that we
shall never hear of their getting back in
to the old habit again.
JGgrße neither lavish nor niggardly. Os
tho two avoid the latter. A mean man
is universally despised, but public favor
is a stepping stone to preferment, and
therefore generous feeling should be cul
tivated.
Written for Burke’s Weekly.
ELLEN HUNTER:
A STORY OF THE WAR.
DEDICATED TO THE CHILDREN OF THE SOUTH BT ONE
WHO HAS BEEN AN EYE-WITNESS TO THEIR
SORROWS AND THEIR SUFFERINGS.
BY BYRD LYTTLE, OF VIRGINIA.
CHAPTER XXII.
Bessie’s death.
tITTLE BESSIE was lying
on the bed, and Ellen was
by her side, when about
midnight she roused up.
On looking into her face,
iw that some change had
lace, and immediately call-
Polly from her mother’s
o ask Captain Craven to
send for the Doctor. On her return, she
found Bessie perfectly conscious, but still
the expression of her countenance was
very much altered.
“Do you feel better, darling?” said El
len, as she bent over the little sufferer.
“ Little better,” said Bessie, in a weak
voice.
“ The Doctor will soon be here,” said
Ellen, “and I hope he can give you some
thing that will make you a great deal
better.”
“Is it a Yankee doctor, Ellie?”
“Yes, Bessie, that is the only kind wo
can get now.”
“I wish it was father that was coming,
lie’ll never see his little Bessie again,
will he, Ellie?”
“I hope so, darling; you are better
now, you know ?”
After a few moments silence, tho child
said:
“Ellie, you wont leave me, will you?
and I think I’d like to have ‘ Wliitcfoot*
by me, too.”
“Very well,” said Ellen, “you shall
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