will be very willing to regard her wishes. You know, William, that our mothers know what is best for us, and I hope you will see that I am right. So long as they do so much for us, we ought to be willing to do what we can to please them. William. Well, I think what you say is true, and I will follow your example. Freddy. Then I am sure you will never be sorry for it. Such a course will prove you a brave boy, and not a coward or a slave. THE TRIUMPH OF THE UNION CAUSE. [April, 1865.] HE long and dreary night of this civil war is ended forever. The evil star of treason has sunk down in eternal night. The sun of the Union is to-day in mid-heavens. The earth beneath our feet seems to throb with awakened pulsations. Everything about us and around us seems to partake in the general joy, and in the devout gratitude to Almighty God which fills our hearts. The baleful star of war has cast its last malignant rays upon our land, and the star of peace is on the forehead of the skies, shedding its mild radiance over fields that have been swept for four years with the storms of civil war. We have to-day a country, a united country, and above all, and more than all, a free country forevermore. The fatal doctrine of nullification, secession, and disunion, thirty-five years ago refuted in the Senate by Daniel Webster, is now, by the military power of the loyal North, ground to powder, and crushed out, and will no more show itself in reunited America. Our Constitution is no longer a compact" between "confederated sovereignties," but a Government of the people of the United States, and so it will remain forever. 66 Gen. Grant has "moved on the enemy's works," in his last stronghold, and the flag of the Union waves in triumph over the rebel capital, and Davis and Lee and their guilty compeers, with the brand of treason on their brows, are seeking for a hiding-place, and can find none on American soil. EARLY RISING. HE lark is up to meet the sun, The ant its labor has begun, Shall birds, and bees, and ants be wise, THE BOBOLINK AND THE SPORTSMAN. A BOBOLINK, whose lucky lot It was to dodge a sportsman's shot, "Click! bang! Put in more powder, mister! The sportsman angry grew; another OLD IRONSIDES. AY, tear her tattered ensign down! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck, once red with heroes' blood, O, better that her shattered hulk Should sink beneath the wave! Set every threadbare sail, And give her to the god of storms The lightning and the gale! A THE WASP AND THE BEE. WASP met a bee that was just buzzing by, And he said, "Little cousin, can you tell me why You are loved so much better by people than I? ” "My back shines as bright and as yellow as gold, And my shape is most elegant, too, to behold; Yet nobody likes me for that, I am told." "Ah! cousin," the bee said, "'tis all very true; But if I had half as much mischief to do, Indeed, they would love me no better than you. "You have a fine shape and a delicate wing; They own you are handsome; but then there's one thing They cannot put up with, and that is your sting. 66 My coat is quite homely and plain, as you see, Yet nobody ever is angry with me, Just because I'm a harmless and busy bee." From this little story let people beware; Ho THE ROSE. OW fair is the rose! what a beautiful flower! But the leaves are beginning to fade in an hour, Yet the rose has one powerful virtue to boast When its leaves are all dead, and its fine colors lost, So frail is the youth and the beauty of men, Then I'll not be proud of my youth or my beauty, But gain a good name by well doing my duty; THE NOBLE NATURE. T is not growing like a tree IT In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere; A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night, It was the plant and flower of Light. I THE ROBIN'S TEMPERANCE SONG. ASKED a sweet robin, one morning in May, Who sung in the apple-tree over the way, What 't was she was singing so sweetly about, For I'd tried a long time, but could not find out: 66 Why, I'm sure," she replied, "you cannot guess wrong; Don't you know I am singing a temperance song? "Teetotal-oh, that's the first word of my lay; And I love to keep singing it all the day long. "And now, my sweet child, won't you give me a crumb? |