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RIGHT WITH GOD' •rreren^t still those brave defenders, honor to the sleepers brave; . Cover with flagrant. flowers, adorning each i lone, haliOw'd "soldier's grave; ^Tearless they in time of battle, conquerors on the gory field, ffirue to God, and home and country, free- ! do'm's flag; to ever shield. hero's deathless name, STor upon his proud escutcheon resteth not the brand of shame. iBflghty is the army sleeping in its lasting, . long repose. ' ; Reverenced still with admiration, e'er alike by friends and foes. Still in fond retrospection I see ranks go fil­ ing by, 'As upon the breeze afloating comes the loud triumphant cry "•/ the conquerors home returning, with a Arm and piartial tread, (Victory perched upon their banner as it proudly floats o'erhead; <!&• In long and dim procession they pass by in grand review, Woldler boys--our noble heroes--wearing still I the loyal blue. .iSCallt ye fearless sons of freedom; still In i memory ye shait be •©ear to all, with reverence honored In the blest land of the tree. .Down 'mongs the running grasses-- . Glad of the'whndy- place'--- " From t&e say at morn or the noon-hot V ' corn, -.' Full oh my "eager face . I've fixing myself to taste it, . And never lias anything Since slaked my thirst like the balm that burst Fresh from the old rock spring! Down! by flip old' rock spiring! How a- sip from its lips^eould bring My boyhood bo.'ek long the onee worn track That led' to the old r®efc spriiiPgT 1 • Tho' I'd' Burgundy on my sideboard, Cham pagnc of • t ho ranest sort. Wines of Moselle- and! Mn»eaiteIT And many a pint of port. Yet I novei- could forget it. With its- brookJike inairinuring; The best stocked bin takes a back seat whon I think of the old1 rock spring. visitors were permitted to come, and gaze upon us. Many came as a matter of curi­ osity, others to bring us food and bits of clothing. One day a lady, acconipanied by a very pretty girl, passed ^y me and incidentally inquired what State I came from. Being civilly answered, the elder of the two ask­ ed if I needed anything for my personal comfort. I forced a lie from my lips and replied that I needed1 nothing. My name and regiment were asked for and they passed on with some pleasant words. Sev­ eral days later the same couple appeared and greeted me cordially. After a pleas­ ant chat they departed, the younger of the two placing in my hand a small copy of the New Testament. Opening it to see whose name I should find. I was surprised to see. written on the fly-leaf, in a deli­ cate feminine hand: "Would you place Down by tno old rock spring. There the lichens loop and' cling.; To give. 1 were fain,, all the grapes; of Spain- For a drink from' the old rock spring. THE LIEUTEN­ ANT'S ROMANCE __ N the midst of the |P battle of the Wilder- , - ^ ^|k{ ness, May 5, '64, / while the roar of musketry ebbed and , j along the line, and hundreds , bleeding soldiers gasping under !FvA * *} tanSle(i under- ' l/S'jvawX growth which ex- tended for miles rl nl°nS what was r «' ity known as the Plank road--in the midst" •f this confusion and uproar, the com­ pany of which I had assumed command After my captain's death was ordered to change its position from the spot near the road where it had been fighting for an nonr to a point half a mile away. We •beyed with military precision, and when (We reached our new point of vantage halt­ ed near the roadside for a rest. As we 4ld so I heard from a thicket near by what seemed a groan from some one in Klin. I determined to learn the cause, hirty or forty steps from the road, in a perfect tangle of brush and vines, I espied • blue uniform on the ground. Approach- teg nearer, I discovered a Federal soldier tying face downwards, apparently dead. Polling aside the brush, I knelt and turn­ ed the body over as gently as I couldjjo ••certain if life was extinct. With a (roan and a shudder his eyes opened, While his lips moved as if to speak, but do sound1 came from them. Raising his Head slightly, I placed my canteen to his and in a few moments he seemed L much revived. "What regiment?" I asked. In a weak voice he replied, "Fifth New York Cavalry," which was confirmed by ihe brass letters on his forage cap lying near. v Hardened as I was by scenes of blood *nd suffering, my sympathies were deeply •roused as I looked in the face of the young soldier, for he seemed not more •than 20 years of age--a mere boy, though talking a man's place under man's most trying circumstances; a fair, frank, blue- eyed boy, dying, perhaps, far from home or friends. "How are you hurt?" I asked. Pointing to his hip, a slight rent and a .blood spot or two told the story. Placing fcim in as easy a posture as possible, I left fcim for a short time to rejoin my com­ pany. Finding everything quiet, I called one of the men, and together we returned to the wounded youth. With our pocket knives we cut away the brush and tangle lor some twenty feet around him, and carefully swept up the leaves and rubbish, •b fire was raging in the woods not far •way. We then built a slight shelter of green branches above his head for protec­ tion from the sun, filled his canteen from tbe creek near by, and divided our rations Of bacon and bread with him. He seemed Try grateful; offered his watch in return v- r our services, which I placed in his Harvest for the Soul. In the country there's-11 lavish waste of bloom,. All the freighted air is weighted with: perfume. Every bud and every bee Has a word for you and me,. I assume. God is speaking in the flowers He lias- made, He is speaking in the beauty there dis­ played ; Oh, it pays to wander far. Where tho rarer blossoms are. Lost in shade. not to tie him or bandage his- eyes; he wanted to look in the guns and die with­ out flinching. Thus he died without a quiver; the bravest man those soldiers ever saw die, and he was shot to death for cowardice! At one of the battles in Lee's Gettysburg campai~n» he had forged a surgeon's certificate, and kept out of the fight on the score of sickness. He had been a gallant soldier all before this, and wore honorable scars on his personw But in a moment when that dtead so fatal to the soldier came over him, he had fal­ tered and his life and disgrace paid the penalty. Officers and men all felt sorry for him; they knew he was brave, but military laws are inexorable. NO FLOWERS FOR THIS GRAVE. We shall larger be and nobler for a stroll. By the wonders that the' meadows now unroll; Not a flower greets the eye But -.."ill blossom by and by In the soul. And the laughter of the waters that w» meet. Waters wearing crystal slippers onMrh«i] feet. X It will sometime laugh again In our life, and doubly then 'Twill be swdet.' Then let us go and garner while we may. For all the bloom and beauty will awayr Not the poorest in the land But has riches at his hand For to-day. --Ed I'. Bell, in Indianapolis Journal. With nil the Sfes awailln' an' a roar o' muf­ fled drums. An' tattered flogs a-flutterln' on high, A-windin' slowly down the road, the long procession comes, While me an' Lucy watch 'em marchln' by. With heads erect the veterans step, though mem'ry'8 tears may flow. An' bearded lips may tremble jes' a bit. They do not mourn their dead alone--their woe's a common woe They know, an' are rejolcin' over it. They's wagon ^oads o' flowers sheddln' sweet­ ness everywhere, .a An' Lucy sniffs their fragrance eagerly. An' gray, disabled soldier chaps a-hobblln' here an' there, But Jes' ez proud an' spunky ez can be. An' lots o' little fellers trampin' by their fathers' side, Ez peart ez though they'd fought In '61-- An' so they pass until the dust the ragged banners hide * An' faint an' fainter sound the fife an' drum. An' then we turn an' start fer home across the fields, while I Jes' have to gulp somehow an awful lot. An' Lucy's sort o' gaspln' like she's goln' to start to cry, An' 1 ain't carln' if she does or not. Then as wo reach the house there comes borne on the balmy breeze A rumble from the distant buryln' ground; Three times we hear the volleys, then there's silence 'cept'the bees An' other bugs a-buezin' all around. T. L. S." Baby's- Answer. Where did you come from, baby dear? Out of the everywhere into here. Where did you got your eyes so blue? Out of tne skies as I came through. What makes the light in them sparkle an^ spin ? Some of til ^ starry spikes left in. Where did you get that little tear? I found it waiting, when I got here. What makes your forehead so smooth ai high ? / A soft hand stroked it as I went by. / What makes your cheek like a warm, white rose'/ I saw. something better than anyone knows. Whence the three-cornered smile of bliss? Three- angels at onee gave me a kiss. Where did you get this pearly ear? God spake, and it came out to hear. Unconventional Humor. The late Prebendary Rogers' buouor was very unconventional. At a din­ ner where he- happened to be sitrfcing next to the Bishop of London, respond­ ing to the toast of his health, Mr. Rog­ ers said that some- of Ms friends still regretted that he had not attained) higher preferment in the church. Tbey wanted him to be made a bishop. "But," lie added, "I feel that I have got quite enough happiness out of my life without having this flummery hanging about my legs.". And he lift­ ed. up Dr. Temple's apron. Where did you get those arms and hands? Love made itse-lf in'o. hooks and bands. Feet, whence did ycwi come, you darling things'? From the same How did you cotne God thought about you, and so I"am here, ---George Macdonald. • SOUK of the Rose. The lilac-time is over, Laburnum's days is past, . The red May-blossoms cover The white ones, fallen too fast, The guelder-roses hang like snow. Where purple flag-flowers grow. Style Has Not Changed. Mrs. Hesselius of Maryland, in the last century, writing (after Goldsmith) a description of her charming daughter Charlotte, slipped into it this bit of realism; "When drest, still her head has a great, deal of trash on; if her gown is pinned crooked, 'tis made in the fashion." Evidently madame had been sitting behind her daughter at the theater. Handsome American Women. The congress of the Daughters of the American Revolution in Washington is said to have brought more fine-looking women to the national capital than any other convention o£ ladles held there for a long time. "I have cured 6liggins of his hor­ rible superstitiQn_ai last," the philan­ thropist exclaimed. "How did yoti manage it?" "I offered to lend him $13."--Washington Star. No mail will submit to being bossed by a scolding woman,' but a man will do a great deal for the woman he. re­ spects and loves. I J i v And still, the tulip lingers, The wall-flower's red like blood, The ivy spreads pale fingers, The rose is in the bud. Good-bye, sweet lilac, and sweet May! The Rose is on the wayy \ou are but heralds t US--r- All April's buds, and May's-- But painted missals lent us That we might learn her praise. Might cast down every bud that blows. Before our Queen, the Rose! -E. Nesbit HE SPRANG FORWARD, THROWING HIS ARMS ABOUT ME. would soon have burned him to death. When he was able to move we brought him home, and he often said thaf when he recovered he would return the kindness to some Southerner. He has never re­ gained his strength sufficiently to return to the army, so he decided to pay his debt by releasing one of the prisoners, all of us^ promising to help him. .The selection of the victim was left to me, and I thought you--you looked--nice, and I felt more sorry for you than any of the others, and----" * I did not permit her to finish. A light flashed through my mind at„that instant and I turned to Avery, who had just re­ turned after a temporary absence from the room, and said: The Revelat ion. An idle poet, here and' there. Looks round him; but, for all the rest The world unfathomably fair, i Is duller than a witling's jest. Love wakes men, once a lifetime each; They lift their heavy lids, and look; And lo! what one sweet page can teach, They read with joy, then shut the book. And some give thanks, and some blas­ pheme, And most forget; but, either way, That and the Child's unheeded dream Is all the light of all their day». wCoventry Patmore. * j Several months had passed since the in­ cident noted aboye, and I was a prisoner of war. I had been captured at Hanover Coui-l House and was hurried off to El- anira to meditate over the uncertainties •f soldier life. Arrived there I found ex­ istence almost intolerably- monotonous. Discipline was strict and the only relief me had waa when, on certain fixed days,