Days passed; the mother was tireless in her watching. With her babe cradled in her arms her heart. was slow to take in the truth, doing her best to solace the father's heart: "A light case! the doctor says, 'Pet will soon be well.'" Calmly, as one who knows his doom, the father laid his hand upon the hot brow, looked into the eyes even then covered with the film of death, and with all the strength of his manhood cried, "Spare her, O God! spare my child, and I will follow thee." With a last painful effort the parched lips opened: "Jessie's too sick; can't say good-night, papa — in the morning." There was a convulsive shudder, and the clasping fingers relaxed their hold; the messenger had taken the child. Months have passed. Jessie's crib stands by the side of her father's couch; her blue embroidered dress and white hat hang in his closet; her boots with the print of the feet just as she last wore them, as sacred in his eyes as they are in the mother's. Not dead, but merely risen to a higher life; while, sounding down from the upper stairs, "Good-night, papa; Jessie see you in the morning," has been the means of winning to a better way one who had shown himself deaf to every former call. — From American Messenger. THE CHILDREN. WHEN the lessons and tasks are all ended, And the little ones gather around me, Oh! the little white arms that encircle My neck in a tender embrace! And when they are gone, I sit dreaming When the glory of God was about me, Oh! my heart grows weak as a woman's, They are idols of hearts and of households; And I know how Jesus could liken I ask not a life for the dear ones, But that life may have just enough shadow I would pray God to guard them from evil, The twig is so easily bended, I have banished the rule and the rod; I have taught them the goodness of knowledge, They have taught me the goodness of God. My heart is a dungeon of darkness, Where I shut them from breaking a rule; My frown is sufficient correction, My love is the law of the school. I shall leave the old house in the autumn, I shall miss them at morn and at eve, And death says, "The school is dismissed!" May the little ones gather around me, Charles Dickens zu BATTLE-HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC. MINE eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightnings of his terrible, swift sword: His truth is marching on. I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred cir cling camps; They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read his righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps: His day is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel: "As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel, Since God is marching on." He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before his judg ment-seat: O, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on. In the beauty of the lilies, Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me; As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on. Julia Ward Howe. LAST INAUGURAL OF LINCOLN. ELLOW-COUNTRYMEN: At this second FELLO appearing to take the oath of the Presidential office, there is less occasion for extended address than there was at first. Then a statement somewhat in detail of a course to be pursued seemed fitting and proper. Now at the expiration of four years, during which public declarations have been constantly called forth on every point and phase of the great contest which still absorbs the attention and engrosses the energies of the nation, little that is new could be presented. The progress of our arms, upon which all else chiefly depends, is as well known to the public as to myself; and it is, I trust, reasonably satisfactory and encouraging to all. With high hope for the future, no prediction in regard to it is ventured, On the occasion corresponding to this, four years ago, all thoughts were anxiously directed to an impending civil war. All dreaded it; all sought to avoid it. While the inaugural address was being delivered from this place, devoted altogether to saving the Union without war, insurgent agents were in this city seeking to destroy it without war-seeking to dissolve the |