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“' Frederick Ross, ” said Charlie Chester, 
drawing Fred’s arm within his own, as they 
left the crowd who thronged Mrs. Granville’s 
musical assemblies, “ will you walk with me?— 
I’ve something to say to you—a few questions 
to ask you, if you will not deem it impertinent 
in me to do so ? " 
Frederick readily acceded to his request, and 
no sooner were they alone than Charlie Chester 
said, 
“Perhaps you will think it strange, but I am 
anxious to know why you so suddenly left off 
your habits of tuking a fashionable glass. It 
alarmed me. I said whenever I saw you turn 
from me, ‘ Is it possible he fears to trust him¬ 
self ? or what has wrought this change in him? 
And now will you give me a key that will un¬ 
lock this mystery ? ” 
“Yes, Charlie, I will,” was the ready reply. 
And then he proceeded to tell him the circum¬ 
stance that led to this change in his habits, 
omitting to relate that his name was particu¬ 
larly mentioned as the one over whom Lita 
especially feared the influence of her brother’s 
example. 
“ Your sister is an angel of goodness, Fred; 
you may well he proud of and worship her. If 
more ladies would take the same stand she has 
done, young men would have higher Induce¬ 
ments to break from fashionable follies; hut in¬ 
stead of that, they smite upon one custom 
which “dear, delightful Mrs. Grundy” sanc¬ 
tions, and give the cold shoulder to one who 
has the independence to assert and carry out his 
own honest intentions. You with your wealth 
are an exception. And yet I'm resolved to fol¬ 
low your example; and when temptation is 
strong upon me, I will look upon Lita in her 
dark drab dress, and call to mind the sacrifice 
she has made; not so much from fear that her 
brother might, fall a prey to the wine-cup, but 
lest others, who have not so much self-control, 
might take encouragement from your example.” 
After a few moments spent In discussing the 
subject, the two friends parted; and when Fred 
related their conversation to Lita, after express¬ 
ing her satisfaction, she stole away to her cham¬ 
ber, as was her wont, to give vent to the grati¬ 
tude of her heart, and an earnest petition 
ascended to heaven that Charlie Chester might 
have strength imparted to remain true to his 
vow. 
“Well, Lita, so this rich, talented, handsome 
European who sued so earnestly for this little 
white hand, lias shaved the same fate with your 
many suitors. You’re an enigma, Sis, and I’m 
afraid if I do not exert my authority you'll nev¬ 
er marry.” 
“I’m sure T shall not, Fred, unless my heart 
goes with my hand,” and Lita smiled a quiet 
smile as the looked up from her sewing. “ Now 
don’t leave me with such a sober face, for I 
assure you that I am happy as I am,” 
“ I doubt it, Sis,” wastiie laughing rejoinder, 
as Fred closed the door, and went through the 
long hall humming a snatch of a sentimental 
song. 
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Better so, far better, than it should go Lu gam¬ 
bling or ia drink. His letter closed—“ Had 1 
not been motherless from my birth, I might 
perhaps have been worthy to fill the place of 
him you mourn, to be a sor to you, but J have 
been too abandoned. I cau only offer you re¬ 
spect, and contribute my poor earnings for your 
comfort.” 
He read and re-read the letters given him by 
the departed son; so pure, so tender, so eleva¬ 
ting. He found them a treasure, as the son had 
found them. They awoke in him a desire for 
purity; an aspiration for better things than he 
had ever known; to be a better man than he 
had ever been. They sppiled bis taste for gam¬ 
bling; they made him abhor vileness and ca¬ 
rousing. 
ilis comrades rallied him again and again. 
“What ails you, Benson? Come, let’s have 
a hand at cards. It's a month since you have 
played.” 
“ No ? ” was all his answer. 
“ Drink with us. You don’t drink now.” 
“ No.” 
“ Why not? Guess you’re getting pious. 
No answer; and they who knew him, knew 
better than to jest when he was silent 
A letter came for him; a ietter of thanks 
from the bereaved mother. It was full of 
grat itude and kindness. Bensou’s lips quivered, 
aud he shaded his eves with bis hand, as he 
read; 
“I shall regard you as my son. Your gene¬ 
rosity, your filial tenderness, your sense of un- 
worth iuess, make you not unworthy in my eyes. 
My prayers go up to God for you I My blessing 
rests on you! ’’ 
Benson was indeed another man. He had 
new relations, new hopes, a new future. But 
will the change in him last? Will he not shake 
off his new relations? Will lie not go back to 
his old ways. 
Why should he? Were they the paths of 
east* acd delight? Were they the paths of bless¬ 
edness ami peace ? Were they not rough and 
thorny, full of pitfalls, aud were not beasts of 
prey crouching beside them? Why should one 
escaped from folly again seek it ? Escaped from 
danger, again rush into it? Escaped from 
death, again lie do wu in corruption? Willhego 
back? Is not virtue better than vice? pu¬ 
rity than vileness? love than lust? worship than 
blasphemy ? (Jan he go back? 
He can. Such is man’s weakness, madness; 
such i- t ie power or evil. Fray God he may 
not go back! 
Pay-day came. “Now, Benson, treat!” 
they call. “ Not a red cent have you spent for 
weeks. You’re a getting stingy with your 
money.’’ 
Benson drew back. They rallied him again 
as they fieely drank. 
“ How many boys here have mothers ? ” he 
asked and waited. 
Benson. 
Tiif. battle was over and the day was lost. 
The fight had been terrible. The dead and 
wounded lay thick on t he field. Shots were still 
flying, and shells screaming and bursting through 
our retreating ranks. 
“ Comrade,” called a dy ing man, and his fee¬ 
ble hand took hold of one of *he retreating sol¬ 
diers. “Comrade?” 
The soldier paused. 
“ Ah, Benson, God bless you! Take my pay 
from this pocket and send it to my mother! She 
needs it. Take her letters, too; I give them to 
you. You will find them a treasure. God re¬ 
ward you! ” 
The wounded soldier lay back to die, and his 
comrade passed on—a more thoughtful man for 
that trust—for those fe w dyiug words. So much 
is sometimes centered in so little. 
Benson had been a reckless, desperate man. 
An orphan from his birth, cast loose upon the 
world to fight his way through it among the base, 
the grasping, the selfish, he had grown selfish 
and fierce. He had despised law, defied restraint, 
and followed his own strong will without fear 
and without principle—a reckless, dangerous 
man. But he was a man still. Down below 
the roughueSvS, stains and crimes of years, lay a 
tenderness bom of a gentle mother; seldom 
touched, but there. He had a heart iu him 
that could be stirred by love, and trust and con¬ 
fidence. The trust of that dying man had 
moved him. He had trusted him with his last 
messages for home ; had given him his letters of 
affection; implored God’s blessing on him. 
That trust was hot misplaced; that confidence 
will not be nbused; that prayer will not be un¬ 
heard. 
“Ah, Benson,” Bhouted his fellows, as be 
joined them, “give us a share! How much of 
a haul this time? Fierce enough for tight, but 
fiercer for plunder." 
“'Plunder!-” repeated Benson, and his eyes 
Hashed. “Plunder? Say that again!” 
“ Blood’s up, said one of the boldest; and no 
further remark was ventured. 
Beuson walked ou in silence. The earnest, 
imploring, confiding look of the dying mau was 
before him; his failing voice still in his ears; 
his letters, his money in his bosom. His 
thoughts went forward to his own last hour. 
Would a comrade pause to hear his last words? 
What would they be? For whom? Who would 
care when lie should die ? Who mourn for him? 
For whom had he lived ? Whom had be blessed ? 
Could he cull on God for help in the final, fear¬ 
ful struggle ? flow' could he appeal’ before God 
iu judgment? 
The soldier at his side tried to rally him. 
“ What’s the trouble, Benson ?” 
No answer. 
Bensou obeyed the request of tlie dying sol¬ 
dier, He delivered liis last message; remitted 
his pay. Remembering the words, “ She needs 
it,” spoken so feelingly, lie added to it his own 
pay. He had no need of it, clothed and fed as he 
was; no mother, nor wife, nor child to care for. 
Let it go to the bereaved mother. She may 
perhaps feel her loss somewhat the less for it. 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
GEOGRAPHICAL ENIGMA 
I ax composed of 86 letters. 
My 5, 3. ‘-0, 5 is a grand division of the earth. 
My 81, 21,12, 8J-, 27 is a country in South America 
My 2, 20,3. 8 is a Territory of the United States. 
My I, 9, H 4 , 30, it, 18,13,15 is a county in Indiana. 
My 6, 2, tl, 5, IS, 25, 26 is a river in Florida. 
My 85,17,11, S2, 7,JO is a county in Illinois. 
My 36, 21, 22, 23 is a city in France. 
My 19, 24, -35. IS, 4 is a river in North Carolina 
My whole is a true saying 
Steuben, Ohio, 1684 H N 
IT?” Answer in two weeks. 
Two years had flown by, aud still Charlie 
Chester had kept his vow inviolate. Lita had 
watched him narrowly, and every day in her 
heart she thanked God that this was so; and yet 
to have seen them, no one would have imagined 
that they had the slightest interest in common. 
Lita sat alone in the back parlor of her home, 
thinking of the past, of the happy hours she 
had spent with Charlie Chester when she was 
a mere child, wondering why he had avoided 
her so studiously of late, when she was roused 
by a tap at the door, and before her stood the 
object of her thought. With heightened color 
and an embarrassed air she welcomed him, won¬ 
dering at this unceremonious call. A few mo¬ 
ments of silence followed his entrance, and then 
Charlie drew his seat near to her, and said: 
“Lita— Lita, my early playmate, my boy¬ 
hood’s love, now that I know and cau trust my¬ 
self, will you entrust your life, your happiness 
to my keeping? Will you be my wife? 1 owe 
to you all that I have, all that I am. It was 
through your influence that I abandoned the 
wine cup just, in time to save me from an inebri¬ 
ate’s grave. O, Lita, what do I not owe you? 
And yet this very fact encourages mo to ask for 
more. Say, will you beeome my wife?” 
The small hand he held nestled more confi¬ 
dently in his, tho brown eyes uplifted to his face 
with so much of truthful love in them, answered 
him. And she told him all the long years his 
image had been hidden in her heart—of her 
fears for his safety when she saw him with the 
wiue cup pressed to his lips, and of her resolve 
to save him, and the consequent adoption of her 
drub dress. 
“And it was for my sake, and mine alone, that 
led you to this sacrifice 1 And yet you did not 
know half my danger. 1 loved wine; my thirst 
for it was becoming more intense; and only a 
lew months longer would have placed me be¬ 
yond the reach of aid; but you were the ‘good 
angel’ commissioned by God to save me.” 
Lita Is now a happy wife and mother, but she 
still maintains her plain style of dress. She 
wore a drab dress on her bridal day, and as she 
passes along the street she is pointed out as the 
“lady in drab;" but many there are who know 
not tho story connected with it, nor that her 
husband will not hear to changing it for any 
other color, for to him no dress is as beautiful 
as her drab dress. 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
DECAPITATIONS. 
Beheaij a county in North Carolina and leave a 
bird. 
Behead a county iu Mississippi and leave a small 
insect. 
Behead a county in Ohio and leave a bird. 
Behead a county in Illinois and leave what we all do 
not like to be. 
Behead a county in Missouri and leave an herb much 
used. 
Behead a county in Minnesota and leave what we see 
every winter. 
Lime Rock, N Y , 1564. Geo. F. Cutler. 
CF' Answer in two weeks. 
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A Repository of In-acd-Out-Door Amusements for 
Boys and Youth. Illustrated with over Six Hundred 
Engravings, designed by White, Herrick, Wiss & 
Harvbt, and engraved b; N Orr New York: 
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There is no mistake about it; it will make the bright 
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Swimming, Fishing, Fencing, Piay-room Games, the 
Management of Pets, Pailosophical Amusements, Me¬ 
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its price, but we venture to assert that both the old and 
young will find it a pleasant book during the long win¬ 
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the Waverly Bookstore, this city. 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
ANAGRAMS OF PEAKS. 
Old thumb, 
D. ask G. to listen, 
Jak ehute a skwil, 
Aw! I had a girl, 
Bloomington, Mum, 1S61. 
Answer in two weeks. 
D. ate malt, 
A cunning higk, 
M. oils a thin kat, 
Hierr in legs. 
Otis A. Miller. 
Linbisfarx Chase A Novel Bv T. Adolphus 
Trollope. New Aork: Harper A- Brothers 
From a hasty, and by no means critical, glance at 
this work, we judge it to belgug to the class of books 
npon which one can expend a great deal of time to 
very little purpose—a class which is undermining the 
solid, progressive, literary tastes of young men and 
women, because it yields no adequate propor¬ 
tioned to the mass of verbiage the reader must wade 
through. These books which are simply and abstractly 
stories, written with no aim to impress a lesson of val¬ 
ue upon the reader, are very profitless books to bny 
and read. 
ILLUSTRATED REBUS 
“Have all mothers? My poor mother needs 
all I have, and it shall be hers. She shall not 
want while I riots” 
Some, who had forgotten or tried to forget 
their mothers iu waut and waiting far away in 
their lonely homes, remembered them now, and 
put down their cups. Tne next mail carried 
their welcome letters, and a welcome remittance. 
Some laughed and asked—“ Wiiete did you get 
your new mother, Benson?” 
“God gave her to me,” ho answered, in his 
manliest tone, “and I’ll not neglect her.” 
Nor did he. Month after month his timely 
remittance reached her; and when at last it 
came no more, she who had made him her son 
in place of the dead, knew well that she was 
soilless ones more; that- he, too, had fallen in 
tight, and she mourned his death. She was 
newly bereaved by his loss. 
Ho died not without God, nor without hope. 
Ho had learned to call on God. He had learned 
tuat lie was his father, tender, loving, caring 
for him always—that Christ was his elder 
brother, lie had received his words—” Whoso¬ 
ever shall do the will of my father which is in 
heaven, the same is mv brother. 11110 sister, aud 
mother.” 
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can do to celebjate the Union victory is present to his 
children and boys in his employment a copy of Wu. 
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15” Answer in two weeks 
ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS, &c„ IN No. 774. 
At.? v«»r to Bb'graphical Enigma:—Stephen Arnold 
Douglas. 
Answer to Miscellaneous Euigma:—General George 
B McClellan 
Au«wer to Auacram: 
Where the waves cvutly murmur, aud mountain w inds 
sigh, 
lie rest* with the laurel above him; 
Bot Washington irving—as ages eo by— 
Will live iu tl;e hearts that must love him. 
Answer to Illustrated Rebns:— From inhospitable 
shore?, 6>nu>V«* heinas, tradtioers, infidels and knaves, 
I lied under inextricable embarrassments to Iowa. 
A Cheshire auctioneer, while engaged in bis 
vocation, thus exalted the merits of a carpet:— 
“ Gentlemen and ladies, some folks sell carpets 
for Brussels which are not Brussels; but I 
can most positively assure you that this ele¬ 
gant article was made by Mr. Brussels him¬ 
self. 
Tribute to the Memory of Rev. John Townsend 
CoiT, late Pastor of Sr. Peter’s Crunch, Rochester. N. 
Y. Published by E. Darrow & Bro Price 3! eta. 
This memorial embraces a biographies! notice of 
Rev. Mr. Coir, aud the sermon preached at the fnneral 
of the same, by Rev. Dr. Walter (Larks of Buffalo. 
It will be read with interest, and long preserved, by 
many friends and admirers of the deceased. 
