We sent it back, then cast sad eyes upon the scene around; A baby's hand had touched the ties that brothers once had bound. That's all-save when the dawn awoke again the work of hell, And through the sullen clouds of smoke the screaming missiles fell, Our general often rubbed his glass, and marveled much to see Not a single shell that whole day fell in the camp of Battery B. I'M WITH YOU ONCE AGAIN.-GEO. P. MORRIS. I'm with you once again, my friends, No other clime has skies so blue, Or streams so broad and clear, Since last, with spirits wild and free, I've wandered many miles at sea, I've seen fair regions of the earth In other countries when I heard How fondly each familiar word Awoke an answering tone! But when our woodland songs were sung Upon a foreign mart The vows that faltered on the tongue With rapture thrilled my heart! My native land! I turn to you, With blessing and with prayer, Long may our flag in triumph wave, And friends a welcome-foes a grave, THE TRUE TEMPLE. Not where high towers rear Not where the lapsing hours The cankering footprints of the spoiler, time. Not where the chiseled stone, And shadowy niche, and shaft and architrave, Not 'neath the vaulted dome, O'er cushioned seats, or curtained desks o'erhung With rare work of the loom; Not where the sunlight falls From the stained oriel with a chastened shade, O'er sculptured tombs where mighty ones are laid, Till the last trumpet calls; Not where rich music floats Through the hushed air until the soul is stirred As 'twere a chord from that bright land as heard When angels swell the notes. Perchance 'tis well to raise These palace temples, thus rich wrought, to Him Who 'midst His thousand thousand cherubims Can stoop to list our praise. Yet when our spirits bow And sue for mercy at His sacred shrine, O no!-God may be there His smile may on such costly altars rest; Aye, wheresoe'er on earth Our sins may be forgiven, As, weak and few, our prayers go up to God; A KER CHEW DUET. They had been keeping company a year. He told her Friday afternoon that he would be up early Sunday evening, as he had something of great importance to tell her, and a present to give her. With a woman's keen intuition she knew what that something of importance would be, and she looked forward to the hour with sweet expectations. He was there on time, but hardly in the condition he desired. A heavy cold had tackled him the night before, and his eyes were red and inflamed, and his nose was nearly twice its usual size, and shone with a lustre that would have appeared to much better advantage on a doorplate. Singularly enough, the young lady was similarly conditioned. She ushered him into the parlor, and without any preliminary ceremony they were seated on the same sofa together. He took out his handkerchief and finding a dry section, wiped his nose. This reminded her of a duty she owed herself, and she attended to it at once. He held one of her hands in his, and his handkerchief in the other. Then he spoke : "Susad, I cub to dide to dalk to you of subthig dearer-ah ah-ooh (a prompt application of the handkerchief cut off the sneeze in its bud) dearer to be thad libe-ah ah-thad id-ooooh-ker chew, ker chew, ker chew." A moment's pause. "I've god ad awful code," he explains, with due solemnity. "Sobe I," she replies. A moment is devoted to the silent use of the handkerchiefs, and then he continues: "Darlig, you bust have seed all the tibe how mudge-oohoon-ker (the handkerchief again saves him) how mudge I have thought ob you. Every hour ob the day or dide-ahah-ooh-ooh, ker chew, ker chew.” She wiped her eyes-and then her nose, and made an honest endeavor to look languishingly, but owing to the watery condition of the former, and the fiery glow of the latter, she appeared to an unhappy advantage. But he did not notice it. "Susad," he began again, grasping her hand with fervor, and clutching his handkerchief with equal earnestness, "what GGGG is libe without love? Dothig. Darlig, do you, cad you love be edough to be by-ah-ah-ooh-chew!” "You'll be bide, all bide?" he gasped. "I will, Hedry, I will,” she hoarsely whispered. He drew her to him, slipped the ring upon her finger, and there they stood together, their reddened and half closed eyes blinking in sweet, holy ecstasy upon each other. My poor darlig has god sudge a bad code,” he sympathizingly murmured. "So id my Hedry," she softly whispered back. "You must take sub bedicid for that code, to dide," she said. "So bust you," he added. "Yes, ad you'll soak your feet in hod wader?" "I will; ad you'll soak yours?" he eagerly asked. "I will," she replied. "Heaved bless you, by darlig, by precious darlig," clasping her again to his breast. And then he stole out into the darkness; and she lingered a moment at the door, and heard his dear voice ring out on the night air as he passed away— "Ker chew, ker chew." WET AND DRY.-CLARK JILLSON. One Sunday morn good parson Jones, While going from his home to church, The lightning crinkled overhead, "I cannot preach," said parson Jones, Of being wet from crown to heel- "You must go on," says deacon Smith "Though as a man you may be wet, THERE'S BUSINESS FOR ALL.-P. S. PENNELL. There's business for all in this world, my boy, Though some folks find nothing to do; And misery will misery forever enhance With him who is satisfied fortune is chance, And only may come to a few. Who waiteth for fortune is waiting for grapes Who boreth for water must not expect oil, If sleepeth the husbandman, sleepeth the soil, Wake up boy! there's business for you. In industry's calls from the asking lands, Life's valleys are gleaming with rivers of sin,- Deception walks with him, the charmer before, Turn not for her lure, from business my boy, Life's moments will brighten in steady employ, Be true to your manhood, work up to the line, |