Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
SUPPLICATION. 
UY ADA M. KE.VK1COTT. 
“Watchman, tell us of the night I’’ 
All below glooms chill and drear. 
Looking from thy watelilower's height 
Scot thou signs of dawning near ? 
Tell us, are the robes of night 
Rrlngod with threads of changeful gray ? 
We would know the signs aright, 
We who can but wait and pray 
Kor the earth with groaning trembles, 
And the air is faint with sighs, 
And the glare of glorious murder 
Crimson* land, and sea, and skier. 
Tell us, in the far - off Orient 
Const thou see one tiny streak, 
Prophet smile of distant daybreak, 
Dimpling o’er the night’s dark cheek ? 
Oh, our ears aw weary listening 
Kor the birds to sinj^af dawn,— 
Is tlio sun, that lit our heaven 
From the Universe withdrawn ? 
Shall he no more tread the zenith ? 
Never shine ajs once he shone ? 
Till trie small stars, drunk with sunlight, 
Seemed to drop from heaven's zone. 
Horror* crowd the feet of horrors 
Till all hearts are sore with grief, 
Even death of Ids harvest wearies,- ■ 
Count thou hid us hope relief? 
If thou canal athwart the blackness 
But one gleam of light descry, 
Wo will hope to see the morning 
Walk Willi welcome feet the sky. 
Long since grew we sick with waiting, 
Longing, praying for tire light; 
Tell us, if the morning cometh, 
“ Watchman, tell us of the night.’’ 
Jackson, Mich., 1863. 
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THE ANGEL OF THE DEPOT: 
OR, WHAT CAME OF A KISS. 
Tub great depot was crowded. The —th regi¬ 
ment was about to leave lbr the matt of war; and 
it was known that the brave fellows were going 
where fighting was sure to come. The cars had 
backed into the building, and the engine was 
shrieking impatiently, The regiment bad filed 
into the depot, and as the soldiers rested for a 
few moments upon their arms, fond friends gath¬ 
ered around, and the words of parting were spok¬ 
en. There were tears, and sobs, and blessings; 
there was wringing of hands, and wringing of 
hearts! Wives were parting with husbands; 
mothers were parting witli their sons; sisters 
were biddiug good-bye to brothers; and fathers 
were speaking the last words of caution and 
care. It was a season of painful auxioty; for 
the departing ones were going away with their 
lives in their hands, and the offering on the bat¬ 
tle-altar might speedily be made. 
Corporal Walter Kvermond leaned upon his 
rifle, and gazed upon the scene. No one came 
to kiss him—none to bid him farewell. Not over 
one-and twenty was Corporal Walter Evermond. 
lie had a fresh, handsome face, and a bright, 
pure eye; and his frame was one of those mar¬ 
vels wherein a magnificent physical structure is 
developed with a smalf body. 
“ I declare,” said the Corporal, wiping a bit of 
moisture from bis eye, “ I am glad that I have 
nobody here to weep and sob for me. Yet,” be 
added, with a longing \ook, ‘‘it would be pleas¬ 
ant to bear away uue parting kiss! But I shan’t 
get it” 
“I’ll kiss you, if you’ll let me.” 
Walter Evermond felt a hand upon his arm; 
and the prettiest, sweetest face he had ever seen 
beamed upon him with a smile. 
“I’ll kiss you. sir!” And the girl placed both 
bands upon bis shoulders, and pressed her lips 
upon his blooming cheek. 
“ Thank you! Bless you!” 
“ Fall in! Fall in!” 
The Corporal pressed the hand of the beauti¬ 
ful girl, gave one more look into her beaming 
eyes, and then fell into line; and ere long the 
cars rolled out from the depot, bearing the vol¬ 
unteers toward the field where patriot duty 
called them. 
In a little while the train was out of sight 
around the curve, and the throng of friends grad¬ 
ually dispersed. 
“ Nellie, I’m astonished at you!” 
“Astonished at me?” repeated Nellie Preston, 
looking up into the face of John Gainsford, who 
walked by her side. 
“ Yes. Llow could you do such a thing?” 
“Such a thing as what?” 
“ As kiss that, fellow in the depot. Goodness 
gracious! What were you thinking of?” 
“1 was thinking,” replied Nellie, with a per- 
“I have no wish to uffe you, my child.” 
I do not love him, father; and I should prefer 
to have no more intimacy with him. I never 
liked hirn. He is uhkind to his poor sister, and 
lie might be unkind to me.” 
u You are right, my daughter; and I am now 
free to confess that 1 am pleased with your decis¬ 
ion. Almost the last thing your brother said to 
me, before he left with his company, was that lie 
hoped you would not make John Gainsford his 
brother-in-law. He knows Gainsford well, and 
has no respect for him.” 
The Judge kissed his child, and the matter 
when she threw her arms around the neck of her 
returned brother. 0 , she knew now how much— 
how very much she loved him. What number¬ 
less questions were asked, and how eagerly were 
the answers listened to. By-and-by Nellie asked 
after Captain Evermond. 
•• O,” she cried, “I hope he is not old and ugly, 
for I want to love him." 
“Not very old.' said George, with a smile; 
“ and not very ugly. But there is a curious cir¬ 
cumstance connected with his experience as a 
soldier, which is worth relating. He told the 
story Ui me with tears in his eyes. A f tor the affair 
wag settled. Gainsford was the son of one of at Ball's Bluff w© were like brother*. Evermond 
his oldest friends, and thus the intimacy had 
commenced; and he had been willing, for bis 
daughters sake, to try the young man; but ho 
felt a sense of relief, now that the trial was over. 
George Preston, the Judge’s only son, had 
gone as Captain of a company; and the family 
watched anxiously tor the news that was to bear 
them intelligence of the movements of tire —th 
regiment. By-and-by intelligence came. The 
regiment was at Foolesville. The regiment was 
at Ball’s Bluff! The regiment had been under 
tire the whole of that terrible day; and a fearful 
havoc bad been made iu its ranks. Where was 
George? O, how anxious was Nellie Preston 
now! More than ever before did she know that 
she loved her brother. 
“ ila! Good news. George is -safe.” The 
J udge came home with an evening paper, and 
handed it to Nellie, pointing with his linger to 
the paragraph she was to read. She read as fol¬ 
lows: 
“Captain Preston, after being exposed to a 
merciless fire for four consecutive hours, was one 
of the last fo swim the river. He bad made his 
way down the bluff, and was assisting some of 
bis wounded Comrades, when the enemy came 
pouring down upon him. lie was surrounded, 
and would have been slain, but for the heroic 
bravery and devotion of a Sergeant of his com¬ 
pany. The Sergeant, whose name was Walter 
Evermond, seeing the Captain in danger, sprang 
to his side, and with his revolver, shot down 
three men who were pressing upon him. When 
they gained the water, Captuiu Preston had 
received a wound in the shoulder, which ren¬ 
dered it impossible for him to swim; but Ever¬ 
mond did not forsake him. The noble fellow 
clung to bis Captain like a brother, and suc¬ 
ceeded in getting him safely over the river. We 
are happy to state that Captain Preston’s wound 
is not dangerous.” 
“Oh! Heaven bless that noble Sergeant!” 
ejaculated Nellie, as she finished reading the 
account. And her father joined her with his 
whole soul. 
Eater iu the evening a curious thought worked 
its way into Nellie Preston’s mind. She wished 
the man who had saved her brother’s life su 
bravely had been only a corporal! And then 
she wondered where that fair-faced, bright-eyed 
soldier was whom she kissed in the depot. It 
would be a satisfaction to know how he fared. 
She hoped he was safe. 
Ere long a letter came from George, in which 
lie gave a thrilling account of the battle. He 
spoke of .Sergeant Walter Evermoud as he would 
have spoken of a brother, “lie saved my life 
at (lie risk of his own,” lie wrote; “ and but for 
him you would have no son living to write this; 
and Nellie would have no brother.” There was 
a postscript to the letter as follows: 
“P. S.- Walter Evermond has just received 
the commission of a Second Lieutenant” 
The winter wore away, and George, in his 
letters to his sister, frequently spoke of Walter 
Evermond as of a very dear friend. At length 
came a letter with the following passage: 
“ My clear father and sister, give me joy. I 
am a Major, and my commission dales from the 
day of Ball’s Bluff. My dear friend Evermond 
is Captain of my old company; and a better sol 
dier does not live, and 1 know there cannot be a 
truer friend.” 
Onco more the Judge and Iris daughter were 
anxious. The —th regiment was before York- 
town. Then came the bloody field of Williams¬ 
burg; but George was not called into that bat¬ 
tle. At length, however, came tidings of another 
bloody fray, in w hich our regiment was engaged. 
Pair Oaks! The listof the killed and wounded 
lagged; but a letter from George was received. 
He was alive, but badly wounded. 
“Our Colonel was stricken down,” he wrote, 
“early in the engagement I had been acting 
as Lieutenant-Colonel for some time, and the 
command devolved upon me. I was following 
the lead of the gallant Howard, when a bullet 
passed through my thigh. Captain Evermond < 
was on the right of th© regiment ; and I had just 
time to pass the command over to him, wheu the 
clash of the final charge came. I was faint and 
dizzy; but 1 saw him dash on at the head of our 1 
noble regiment, and the about of victory struck 
oeplible fiufih of feeling, “that he might be a mv ear as I was borno from the field. Late at 
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poor, motherless, histories* boy. who had no one 
in the world to love him.” 
“ And so you thought you’d love him, eh!” 
“1 love all those brave, noble men who have 
gone out to offer up their lives for their country’s 
welfare!” said the girl, with deep emotion. “ I 
never knew how well I loved my own brother 
till I saw’ him go away to-day. 1 hope God will 
keep him, and return him to us in safety.” 
“Did you notice,” said Mr. Gainsford, after a 
pause, “that your foolish behavior caused con¬ 
siderable remark?” 
“ I’d rather you wouldn’t say anything more 
about that, Mr. Gainsford.” 
“Yon are ashamed of it, eh?” 
“I am ashamed of you, sir! You need not 
help me. I can gel into ray carriage alone.” 
Two days after this, Judge Preston came 
home looking very thoughtful. After tea he 
called Nellie to him, and asked her if she had 
made up her mind to be the wife of John Gains- 
ford. 
“I have mode up my mind that I will not be 
his wife!” was the prompt reply. 
night Captain Evermond was borne into our 
quarters severely wounded by a saber cut on the 
shoulder. lie had a hand-to-hand conflict writh 
the enemy over a battery; and be took it, and 
held it,” 
Three weeks afterward another letter came. 
“ Dear Nellie, I am coining home. I have a 
furlough for forty days. Captain Evermond is 
coming with me. Our wounds are doing well.” 
The train arrived at three o'clock in the after¬ 
noon. Major Preston came from the car upon 
his crutches, and his father was there to receive 
him. Nellie had not come down. Big, proud 
tears coursed down the old man’s face as he 
heard the glad shouts that welcomed his noble 
boy: and lbr ft while his son was monopolized 
by the multitude. 
“Where is your friend. Evermond?” asked the 
Judge, as they moved toward the carriage. 
“ 0 , he will lie with us this evening. lie had 
to stop to see a friend on the way, and will come 
in the next train. I told him our carriage should 
be on hand for him.” 
A joyful moment was it for Nellie Preston 
1 is an orphan; without father or mother, brother 
s or sister. He has a splendid education, which he 
3 owes to an old aunt, w f ho intended him for a rnin- 
; brier; but his disposition did not lead him that 
way, and be started to study law. His aunt willi- 
t drew her favor, and he was left to struggle alone, 
r Ho was in danger of becoming dissipated, when 
i the thought struck him that he would enlist. He 
3 enlisted as a private in the compuny of which I 
t was Captain. While we were waiting at the de- 
r pot, on the morning when we left for the scat of 
war, Evermond stood alone, gazing on the scenes 
i of weeping and blessing; and as the thought 
i passed through hi!- mind that he was relieved 
t from the pain of parting wdth friends, he felt 
thankful, and expressed himself to that effect 
: Yet, he said, he felt that it would be a blessing to 
I bear away one friendly kiss that ho could remem- 
> her as coming from a sister. He said this aloud, 
- and in a moment a young girl—he says the most 
beautiliil girl he ever saw — put her hands upon 
i his shoulders, and kissed him upon the cheek. 
} lie says he hud just time to bless the angel, when 
j the older came to fall in. I think the girl that 
f gave Walter Evermond that kiss did a glorious 
! deed. He assures me dial it made him all that 
, be Is. He says that the memory of that sweet 
: face has led him to high and noble resolves; and 
- that !>'* lutd sworn within himself that he would 
• never do a deed that could cause that girl to 
; blush that she had kissed him, even were she the 
i daughter of a king.” 
“ You said he was a private, then?” remarked 
Nellie. 
“ No,— he was corporal then. He was made a 
corporal very shortly after he enlisted, and before 
wo bad been in camp a week in Maryland, he 
was made a sergeant. But, my sister, what is the 
matter? Mercy!—you look pale.” 
“ 0 !’’ whispered Nellie, hiding her face w ith 
her hands, “ wlnit dreadful things !” 
“ My. I thought this story of Evermond would 
attract your thoughts from the darker themes.” 
“So it does, in a measure. George; but I can- 
uot help my feelings.” 
Geo. Preston, never mistrusting, never dream¬ 
ing that bis sweet sister had ever seen Walter 
Evermond, drew Iris arm about her and gave her 
a brother’s kiss. 
At eight o’clock in tl.e evening the coach w as 
sent to the depot, and at half-past eight it return¬ 
ed. Nellie left the parlor, and sped aw ay to her 
own room. Her heart was In a flutter, and her 
face was burning. It might bo possible that she 
bad never seen Captain Evermond; but she did 
not think it probable. What should she do? 
How should she meet him? Twice had she at¬ 
torn ptod to toll her brother of her own adventure 
at the depot upon that memorable morning; but 
she could not 
Major Preston, upon bis crutches, went to the 
door and welcomed Captain Evermond, who 
carried his right arm in a sling. The old Judge 
welcomed the hero as another son; and lie w as 
surprised when he found that the Captaiu was a 
fair-laced, handsome youth, just upon the open¬ 
ing stage of manhood. 
But where was Nellie? The bell was rung, 
and a servant was sent in quest of her. At. length 
she came, trembling at every joint; but her lather 
and brother did not notice it. 
“Nellie, my sister,” cried George, “here is our 
dear friend, W alter Evermond.” 
The Captain advanced with a quick stop, and 
had half extended his hand, when he stopped as 
though la: hud been shot. 
“Good angels!” he gasped, “what is this? 
This — your .’■aster.'” 
With a mighty effbrt Nellie smiled, and put 
forth both her hands. 
“Alas!” exclaimed George, liftiug his crutches 
from the floor, and stamping them down with 
wonderful energy, “I think I see it now ! Say, 
Walter,— tell me- tell tell me— is this your 
angel ?” 
“ Ten thousand blessings on her head !” mur¬ 
mured the brave youth, while the tears started 
down his cheeks. “ I did not dream of this.” 
Then he dashed the tears away and extended 
his hand. 
“Lady,” he said, “you will excuse my left 
hand, I know.” 
“ Goodness mercy on me !•” exclaimed the old 
man, who began to see through it “Is this the 
soldier you kissed in the depot, Nellie?” 
Again the poor girl came very near losing her- , 
self; but she made one more struggle, and was i 
successful. i 
“ Yes, sir,” she said, “ Captain Evermond arid ; 
I have met once before.” 
It was a curious position for both the Captain i 
and the maiden. i 
Hold on !*’ cried the Major, with another 1 
thump of his crutches. “ I have it 1 know how < 
awkward it is; and if I had mistrusted, so much 1 
as by a thought,that my own Bweet sister wa* the 
identical ange! of the depot, I should have pre¬ 
pared the war for this meeting. But see how 
nicely I’ll fix it; you, Nellie, are my sister by 
right of birth; and you. Walter, are my brother 
by every tie of love and gratitude. So you two 
are brother and airier,” 
“Capital!” exclaimed the Judge. 
“And now for enjoyment! Come, Widler, lead 
your sister to a seat, and we’ll talk of the times 
that have tiled our souls.” 
Ah! the present was a time that tiled Nellie’s 
soul! but it was a happy, blissful trial. 
Late at night they prepared to retire. The two 
soldiers were left alone after the rest had gone to 
tied, for they had been used to helping each other. 
The Major eared for the Captain's shoulder; and 
the Captain took care of the Major's (high. 
“ We are at home, my dear Walter,” said Geo. 
Preston, after they had dressed each other's 
wound, “and we will have a happy time of it.” 
" 1 shall not be able to stop with you long,” re¬ 
turned Walter. 
“Mercy! What is up now? Where else will 
you go ?” , 
“ I don’t know. I must not stop here.” 4 
“And why not, pray?” 
*• Because I dare not!” 
*• 0 ho !” cried George, Who knew his friend 
well enough, and knew human nature well 
enough,to read ordinary signs of feeling, “I think 
I understand you now. But we’ll say no more 
about it to-niglit. On the morrow I’i] help to 
find a good boarding-place." 
And so they went to bed. 
On the following morning, after breakfast had 
been disposed of George took bis sister away in¬ 
to the library and had a long talk with her. She 
wept and smiled by turns, during the conver¬ 
sation. 
When he came out from the library he met 
his father in the hall; and he had a talk with 
him. 
Half an hour afterward he met the Captain in 
the parlor. 
“Walter Evermond,” be said, “1 have found 
a good, comfortable boarding-place for you.” 
“ Ah, have you ? Thank yon, George.” 
“ Yes, sit down, and I will tell you all about it 
Now listen,” continued lli© Major, after they were 
seated;—“I have assumed somewhat of a respon¬ 
sibility in this matter. 1 have even gone so far 
as to pledge my own honor that you will so bear 
yourself that the house can never be ashamed of 
you. In short, I have given my word that you 
are an honorable, true man; incapable of pre¬ 
meditating wrong, and fixed in the path of 
virtue.” 
“ Thank you, George.” 
“And now, my dear Captain, your place of 
abode is fixed in this house. My sister is hostess, 
and my father is the host” 
“But— George—” 
“Nonsense ! Do you think I am blind? At 
any rate, 1 can see plainly enough to discover 
what ails your heart; and all I have further to 
say, is—if you have courage, you will stay here. 
If you have further arrangements to make, make 
them with Nellie.” 
“But—George —will Nellie-” 
“ Don’t ask me what she will do. Ask her 
yourself.” 
“But your father-” 
“Already looks upon you as a son. What more 
have you fo ask ?” 
“ I don’t know. Indeed, this is more lhan I had 
expected. I am dreaming.” 
“Then I advise you to wake up.” 
When Walter Evermond did fairly awaken, he 
awoke to a blessed hope. Before night he had 
resolved to stop; and before the week was out he 
had made arrangements with Nellie Preston to 
live with her always. , 
And all this came out of the simple kiss at the 
depot. 
ILLUSTRATED REBUS. 
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BIOGRAPHICAL ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 43 letters. 
My 4, 21, 8, 12, 9, 6 was a Persian nobleman. 
My 23, 3, 24, 8, 23,19, 8, 26, 6, 34 was a signer of the Dec¬ 
laration of Independence. 
My 37, 39,1, 7. 3,22, 6, 43 was a celebrated German Chem¬ 
ist. 
My 34, 33, 20, 43, 39, 27, 28, 6 was a Greek Philosopher 
My 32, 40, 29, 34, 12, 4, 21, 34 was a Spartan General. 
My 10, 21, 38, 43, 19,14, 2, 5, 30, 11 was a Dutch philo¬ 
sophical instrument-maker. 
My 3, 8, 39,36, 16 was one of the nine Muses. 
My 22, 16, 41, 3, 8, 17, 32, 9, 8, 31, fi was a Scotch Poet. 
My 14, 6, 8,13 was a persecutor of the Christians. 
My 10, 30, 20, 19, 20, 3(5 was a celebrated orator. 
My 20, 42, 13, 1, 3 is a Commodore in the Union Navy. 
My 18, 9, 14, 34 were a tribe of barbarian* who invaded 
'Italy. 
My whole was an event connected with the American 
Revolution. S. M. Otto. 
Mt. Pleasant, Pa., 1863. 
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ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 7 letters. 
Omit my 1st, 2d and 6th and I am a species of waterfowl. 
Oiuit my 6th, 6tli, 7th and I am performed by a single 
person. 
Omit my 4th, 6th, Stb, 7th and leave a body of light and 
heat 
Omit my list, 2d, 3d, transpose and leave a {Manet. 
Omit roy 3d, 4th, 6th, 6th, 7th and leave an adverb. 
Omit my 1st, 2d, 7th, transpose and leave a machine for 
manufacturing. K. P. S. 
Hnnt6bnrgh; Ohio, 1863. 
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GEOGRAPHICAL DECAPITATIONS. 
UUL IIJ ” Bkiikad a small stream of water and leave a bird 
T’to- Behead one country in Europe and leave another. 
i. — — — i Behead a river in the United States and leave a title of 
Cvv-vv« j w Ofr nobility. 
jin'll 1110^+ Behead a city In Delaware and leave a preposition. 
Co Behead a country iu the Austrian Empire and leave a 
- -- lady’s name. 
LITTLE JOKERS Behead n county in Georgia and leave a city in Illinois. 
_ Behead a natural division and leave a drink. 
A Goon fanner is known by bis fences anil a Bchend a ™ vr 1,1Eur °P c anJ loavc a & irl ' fc name 
vil lain bv bis offences Behead a county in Georgia and leave a boy’s nickname. 
Behead a river in the United States and leave what we 
A man with a scolding wile, when inquired of are sending to tin- soldier Ella. 
concerning his occupation, said he kept a hot¬ 
house. 
In a good many dry-good stores there should 
be a change of men, unless the men will adopt a 
change in measures. 
What is the difference between stabbing a man 
and killing a hog ? One is assaulting with intent 
to kill, and the other is killing with intent to salt. 
“Bill, you young setunp, if you had your 
due, you’d get u good whipping.” •• 1 know it, 
daddy, but bills are not always paid when they 
are due.” 
“Mv wife,” said a wag the other day, “came 
near calling me honey last night” “Indeed, 
how was that ?” “ Why, she called me old bees¬ 
wax.” 
The most remarkable case of indecision we 
ever heard of was that of a man who sat up all 
night, because he could not decide which to take 
off first, his coat or his boots. 
SPUMJBON sometimes comes out with a good 
thing:—“Brethren,” said he, “if God had refer¬ 
red the ark to a committee on Naval Affairs, it’s 
my opinion it wouldn’t have been built yet! ’ 
Land in the Moon.— In a certain village was 
a miserly old codger who had managed by hook 
or by crook to obtain a mortgage «n nearly all 
the property thereabouts. In the same place, was 
a queer old joker, who stuttered most beautifully. 
The latter was walking down the street one pleas¬ 
ant evening, when he saw two men looking at 
the moon and discussing the question as to land 
being there in the dark spots. “ B-b-by t-t-tbun- 
VVashington. Macomb Co., Mich., 1863. 
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ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS, &c., IN No. 683. 
Answer to Problem for the Ingenious;— 
An Esitaph on a Woman who Solo Earthknwakr. 
Beneath tills stone lies Katharine Gray,— 
Changed from a busy life U> lifeless clay; 
By earth and clay she got her pelf, 
And now she's turned to day herself 
To weeping friend* let me advise, 
Abate your grief and dry jour eyes,— 
Kor what avails a flood of tears ! 
Who knows hut in a run of years, 
In some tall pitcher or broad pan, 
She iu her shop may he again 't 
Answer to Geometrical Problem:—Each son receives 
159.999 acres; each daughter 71.112 acres; father 177.778. 
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