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“ Who is the young lady ? I will not betray your - 
confidence.” ] 
“ The yonngest daughter of Abraham West.” ‘ 
“ Hardware merchant ?” i 
“ The same.” 
“ 1 know her, and a sweet girl is Nellie West, : 
Why, George, she's the very one for you. And you ■ 
have found favor in her eyes? 1 congratulate you.” 
“ You needn’t then,” was the eomber-faeed reply 
of Lane, “fori am not witless enough to bare my , 
neck to the halter of matrimony, if the act is to 
bind me to a perpetual serfdom.” 
“ What do you mean ?” 
“ Simply, that the manner in which Mr. West has 
raised hi* daughters unfits them for the position of 
wives of young men in my condition. They have 
toe education, the tastes, and the accomplishments 
we desire and must have; but their habits and ex¬ 
pectations are fatal dowries for any poor young man 
to accept. They have no fortune to bring their hus¬ 
bands, and yet must be supported in comparative 
elegance. The idea of useful employment does not 
seem to have entered their minds. Work, in their 
view, involves something of degradation. Ah, well! 
I must dismiss a fond illusion, that was 6weet while 
it lasted. I shall go no further iD this unsafe direc¬ 
tion. Some other man, bolder, or less inclined to 
count the cost, must win consent from a heart It 
would be a life-long happiness to call my own.” 
" Nonsense, George,” replied bis friend. “ If the 
young lady really loves you, she will adapt herself 
to your circumstances. Nellie ie a charming girl. 
Press your suit, and after gaining her consent, talk 
over life’s sober realities with her. She has sense 
and right feeling, and will readily comprehend how 
much of happiness is involved in yonr prudential 
ideas. A woman who loves a man well enough to 
marry him, will cheerfully accommodate herself to 
his circumstances.” 
“Accommodate!” exclaimed the young man, curl¬ 
ing his lips. “ I don’t like the word. It hurts my 
pride.” 
“Pride is never a good counselor, friend George.” 
“ My manhood, then. It hurts my manhood. A 
young woman without a dollar in the world, ‘ac¬ 
commodate’ herself to the circumstances of a young 
man whose income is twelve hundred a year! Yon 
can’t reconcile me to the case under that plea. My 
pride, manliness, self-love, or Belf-esteem — a6 you 
will—revolts against the humiliation. No, no — 
George Lane has independence as well as prudence, 
and thinks their counsels worth heeding.” 
“While I think,” answered the friend, “that 
George Lane is a little too high-stmng for the case 
under consideration, I know Nellie very well, and 
think her a sensible girl. True, the way her parents 
have conducted her home education iB not favorable 
to just views in life. But love is clear-sighted and 
strong-hearted. Take her out of her present false 
relation to society, and she will make you, I am 
6ure, a good wife in every respect.” 
“ No, sir,” was firmly answered. il Even as I talk 
with you, and listen to what yon say, I grow more 
resolute in purpose to recede from a dangerous posi¬ 
tion. If Nellie was alone in the world, I might act 
differently. Bnt look at the case as it stands and 
see what risks are involved. There are two older 
sisters, both married; and their husband's noses, to 
use a homely phrase, are well down upon the grind¬ 
stone and likely to remain there. Already both have 
gone through the ordeal of a fall in business—and 
no wonder.” 
“ Not oeiug able as clerks to maintain their do¬ 
mestic er. vbliebmeats, they were foolish enough to 
set up in .mitation of other people as silly as them¬ 
selves ; they must have 6tores of their own, from 
the income of which they drew with such unscrupu¬ 
lous hands that more than all the profits were con¬ 
sumed in costly living.” 
“Somehow or other, in their break-down they 
have managed to keep their fine furniture and 
houses, and still live before the world in what to 
me is shameless extravagance. Both are clerks 
again: but how they man-age to keep up appear¬ 
ances as they do passes my comprehension. I have 
met their wives a few times at Mr. West’s, and they 
hold their heads as high as queens. 1 am nobody 
in their estimation! Why, the jewelry, lace and 
other showy things they flaunt in people’s eyes so 
shamelessly —seeing that somebody besides their 
husbands have paid for them—cost more than a 
third of my year’s salary-” 
“ Bnt you have nothing to do with these ladies,” 
interrupted his friend. 
“True, and I don’t mean to have anything to do 
with them. But the case would have another bear¬ 
ing were I a brother-in-law. I would have their 
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THE SONGS UNSUNG. 
BY a. A, HOPKINS, 
O, the singers sing on, and tbelr songs are sweet, 
And we listen their tones to hear. 
For their harmonies all arc as fall, complete, 
As the days of the dying year. 
And we fancy there speaks in the strains so glad 
All the thrill of a master tongue, 
Bnt the songs that are sweetest ibe world e’er had. 
Are the beautiful songs unsung. 
There’s a glow in the words that the lips shape no., 
And a thrill in the tones unheard, 
As of tenderest memories half forgot, 
Or the trill of a long lost bird; 
And the hopes of onr being are set in tune 
With the Bongs on the winds ontflnng, 
Bnt they fade like the glow of a day in June, 
And are lost in the songs unsung. 
There is never a wish or a prayer breathed out 
By the sorrowful ones of earth. 
But is wreathed in a circlet of rhythm about, 
And in melody finds H* birth 1 
There Is never a deed that iP grand or true. 
Or a word for the Eight ontrung. 
But ie added, rp yonder beyond the Blue, 
To the beautiful songs unsung I 
O, the air is all flooded with songs unsung 
That arc borne on the wind - soft wing! 
From the boughs in the wood they have quivering fi 
Since the life-giving breath of Spring I 
In the heart of the flowers they sweetly wait 
Till the Angel of Song goes by. 
And the Angel will tenderly them translate 
As the flowers shall fade and die! 
May the singers sing on, for their songs are sweet. 
And the world it is glad to hear: 
And our hearte will respond with a quicker beat, 
And an echo of gay good cheer! 
But the straine that, can move us with most control. 
That have closest our being clung, 
That are part of the life of our inmost soul, 
Are the beautiful songs unsung I 
petting around us; but she seemed to forget every¬ 
thing but her one great sorrow. 
Days and weeks glided by; autumn came with all 
its golden beauty; and still Lena Spencer grew 
paler and thinner every day. Night after night she 
would sob herself to sleep in my arms, and during 
her troubled dreams would call piteously for Frank 
to come to her. At length winter came to us, cold 
and cheerless,—dreary as were all things around us. 
We forgot everything about us; only our dear ones 
away in the Southern land we remembered, — one, 
living as yet, thank God !—the other sleeping on 
the battle-field. 
One morning in midwinter I persuaded Len a to 
go on an errand down town for me, merely to get 
her out to breathe the fresh, bracing air, for 1 feared 
before spring came she would go to meet the dear 
one whose absence Bhe so continually mourned. 
So, wrapping her well in warm furs, 1 kissed her 
gaily, and told her not Vo return until she could 
bring some roses back in her cheeks. Almost for 
the first time she smiled at my mirthfaluess, and 
then went quietly out, while I, with a whispered 
prayer for her, returned to my sewing. 
In a few moments Kate, my kitchen girl, put her 
.head in at the door, saying: 
“ Bure, Mrs. Willard, and there’s a man wants 
to see you,—a soger boy, wid a crutch. He’s awful 
pretty, though, wid just the blackest eyes! Don t 
yer wish ’twas the Capt’n widout the crutch V” 
“ Ask him to come in, Katie,” 
In another moment a tall, manly form came 
through the door, and a voice that I knew so well 
said, in a low tone: 
“Tthnk God, cousin Jessie, that I see you once 
more. Where is my sister ?” 
It was the long lost Frank, whose grave had been 
in our hearts all these long, weary months. 
“Have you risen from the dead?” was all I could 
say. 
“No, only risen from a rebel prieon.” 
I led him to the parlor sofa, and in a few hurried 
words he told me how he was found by a rebel am¬ 
bulance driver, and carried by him to the hospital, 
from thence to prison. A few days before he had 
been exchanged, and went on the first train to his 
home in C -- Not finding Lena there he had 
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afterwards witnessed. But he did not return. Two 
years afterward she married, beginning life with a 
young husband just in business, who drew from 
his light capital two thousand dollars to furnish his 
bonse in style suited to the social grade in which 
she had been moving. In three years, extravagant 
living had consumed more than all he was worth, 
and under the pressure of a “ tight, money market" 
he failed and was sold out by the sheriff, Nellie be- 
iug forced to go back with her two children to her 
father’6 house. The husband, in a fit of despera¬ 
tion, went off to California, and died from Bickness 
and exposure among the mines. 
In the meantime, George Lane, who could never 
obliterate Nellie’s image from his heart, continued 
to live a single life. He was now in business, and 
gradually accumulated property. The death Of her 
husband, and in a few months afterward the death 
of her father, awakened anew his interest. He 
knew she was poor and dependent; and he learned 
incidentally, with pain, that since her father’s death 
she was living at the house of a brother-in-law, who 
was not able to support his family. That one still 
dear to him should be thus dependent, and, as he 
felt, humiliated, hurt the young man. He could 
not bear the though^ and began turning over in 
his mind one suggestion after another, looking to 
her relief. But her considerations of delicacy and 
propriety were in the way. He felt he could do 
nothing. 
One morning be met her in the street. He was 
walking with his eyes on the pavement, thinking of 
Nellie, when, looking up suddenly, he saw her at a 
distance approaching. Bhe was poorly clad, and 
had a bundle on her arm, which Laoe recognized at 
a glance as work from a clothing store. 
Their eyes met and rested on each other. Lane 
made a motion as if about to speak; Nellie dropped 
her veil over her face and moved on with a quicker 
pace. Ere the veil fell be saw an expression in her 
eyes, and on her changed and wasted countenance, 
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Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
JOY COMETH IN THE MORNING 
A STORY OF THE WAR. 
“A letter for yon, Jessie.” 
My husband’s voice awoke me from the dream¬ 
like reverie in which 1 had been for an hour indulg¬ 
ing, and I started up suddenly, exclaiming,— 
“ Why, Harry, home 60 soon ? I did not expect 
yon for an hour yet.” 
“ I hardly hoped to come now, bnt the business 
at camp was arranged sooner than I supposed it 
could he, and every moment at home with you 
seems precionB." 
There was a sadness in his voice which 1 had sel¬ 
dom heard before, and 1 Baid, hurriedly, 
“ What is it, Harrt, tell me?—is there any—why 
did yon speak so V” 
“ The regiment moves to-morrow, Jessie.” 
“Oh, Harry! so soon a6 that?” I exclaimed, 
bursting into tears. 
“Capt Willard’s little wife must be a brave 
woman now, in the hour of trial. You knew we 
were to go soon.” 
“Yes, bnt I supposed not for a week yet. Oh, 
Harr y ! I can’t have it so.” 
“ But it is just so. To-morrow we are ordered to 
the field. But come, Jessie, don’t cry any more. 
Get your hat and let’s go down to the river once 
more, and—and to the graveyard.” 
Mechnnically 1 followed my husband down the 
graveled walk that wound bo curiously by beds of 
roses and tulips, thinking of the time, three years 
before, when Harry first brought;mc, his “ child- 
wife,” to this dear little home-ncst. That was a 
joyous day to me; bnt now the feeling of desola¬ 
tion that came over me was terrible. Without a 
word we stood by the river, watching its clear 
waters as they rushed on—on—not stopping to rest, 
for a moment. Oh, how they mocked my sorrow! 
and I strove to shut out the sound of their noisy 
dashing. 
A moment more, and we stood with bowed heads 
and tearful eyes by the grave of Edith, our only 
child.J iHow my mother-heart cried out to hold my 
baby treasure again to my breast, to soothe the an¬ 
guish there. But no, God had called, and my angel 
had flown to the skies. 
“Jessie, darliDg,” said Harry, as he twined a 
tiny wreath around the little monument, “ one 
thing I wish to say to you. If ever there is another 
grave away down 8outh don’t mourn because of it 
as you have for this. God’s ways are right and 
just, and the re-union above is worth the anguish of 
parting here.” 
“ Oh, Harrt, I will try. God help me.” 
The next morning 1 stood a iittle apart from the 
weeping crowd that had gathered to see the “ boys 
in blue” depart, praying very earnestly for strength 
to be strong. How noble he looked to me,—my 
young husband,—standing in the midst of his men, 
with a kind word for one and a pressure of the 
hand for another, seeming fully to realize the 
preciousness of the charge committed to his keep¬ 
ing, even the idol6 of loving hearts. How I clung 
to the arm that was for a moment thrown protect- 
ingly around me. Yery tender were the few whis¬ 
pered words of parting. 
“Good-by, Jessie, dear little wife. Try to be 
very brave.” 
That was all. Another moment and they were 
gone, some of them never to return. 
The next day, on entering the parlor, my eye fell 
on the still unopened letter which Harry had 
brought me. “ How strange oi me to forget it,” I 
thought, as I opened the envelope. It was from 
mother, and read thus: 
“Jessie, My Dear Girl:—Y our cousin, Lena 
Spencer, is here, and wishes to go to you. She 
has just lost her only brother in the army, and is 
nearly frantic with grief. Be very tender of her. 
She will 6tart from here Wednesday the -35th, and 
will reach your place atoix o'clock. All are well, 
“Mother.” 
~ Poor Lena ! Fatherless, motherless and brother- 
i e6Bj _yes, I will be very tender of her, I said to 
myself. And 1 wept at the thought of my noble 
cousin, Frank,— so “handsome, brave and grand” 
I always thought, him,—lying so far from us “away 
down South.” 
That night she came. I could hardly recognize 
in that pale-faced, sad looking girl my queenly 
’ cousin Lena. Her clear, ringing voice was low and 
6ad, and the tears .stood in her eyes continually, 
ready to overflow at the mere mention of hit name. 
’ She wept piteously when I Bpoke of Frank, but 
finally told me hew bravely he had enlisted, and 
left all for his country; had been twice wounded, 
( but refused to leave his post; and finally in the las t 
^ great battle had been sent with a detachment of 
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had grown, mourning for him. A moment more 
and 1 heard ber slow, weary footfall along the 
hall; and closing the door securely 1 passed out as 
though nothing unusual had occurred. 
“ Dear Jessie,” 6 he said, “ this walk has done me 
bo much good, I must go every day.” 
She was standing in her own roem, removing her 
gloves as 1 entered. She did not look up, but said: 
“ I have letters from Opt. Willabd, and a num¬ 
ber of others, I believe. Here they are. But, 
JessiR, why do you tremble so? Is anything the 
matter?” 
“I am afraid you cannot bear it if I tell you.” 
“ What is it ? I can bear anything now.” 
“Lena, Frank is not dead, as we supposed, but 
has been a prisoner, and has come back to us again.’ 
“I thought you spoke of Frank,” she said, ab¬ 
sently, putting her hand to her head and looking 
very pale; “ did you say Frank V —what about him, 
Jessie?” 
“ Down stairs,” was all I could say. In a moment 
the faint foreshadowings of the truth burst upon 
her; she sprang down the stairs; and fell half 
fainting upon his bosom. 
Dear reader, far away on a Southern battle-field is 
a lowly grave, and at its head a wooden slab, on 
which is inscribed:—“Capt. Harry Willard, Sth 
Reg’t,-, fell at-And although 1 mourn 
for that lost love, I thankfully remember that 
“Weeping may endure for a moment, bnt joy 
cometh in the morning.” 
Wheaton, Ill., 1S08. 
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GEOGRAPHICAL ENIGMA. 
A STORY FOR MARRIAGEABLE YOUNG WOMEN 
It was noticed among the friends of Mr. George 
Lane that, for some cause unknown to them, a sober 
hue had recently fallen on his thoughts. 
The reason was inferred, and correctly. Arrows 
from a pair of bright eyes had wounded him, and 
the pain found no abatement night or day. Was 
the maiden coy or unkind? No—the maiden was 
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And the pain found no abatement night nor day ? 
None! George Lane was no blind lover, ready to 
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permanent sweetness. 
An intimate friend, holding him by the hand one 
day, said: 
“ George, my dear fellow, what has come over 
you ? I don’t believe you have smiled for a month. 
Are you in love?” 
“ Yes,” was the frank reply. 
“ Aha 1 a sickness of the mind. Well, I am glad 
to know that it is nothing more serious. Love 
wounds to heaL If, as the poet says, 
‘Keen transport throbs tbrongh every vein,’ 
it is also true that we never knew 
* so sweet a pain.’” 
“There is no sweetness in my case,” said the 
young man. “The pain is very sharp, and there 
was no soothing medicine on the arrow point.” 
“ Th^n the maiden is unkind ?” 
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“ She loves you in return ?” 
“ If I have any skill in reading eyes.” 
“ What then ? Are her parents unwilling ?” 
“ I have never asked them.” 
“ Yon are a strange lover to look so woe-begone. 
Where rests the trouble ?” 
“ There is much beyond love,” said Lane. 
“ Yes.” 
“Marriage and cost of living.” 
“True, but you have a good salary. Has the 
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and productiveness, x counted one hiuidi'ed and lorty-two 
berries on a single stock, that were from medium Jo very 
large."— Iro/. /. B. IltiQtb, V. Free,, iork. Co., (Fa.) Jiortu 
< ' U, ‘Rlpeimd^ f ;«rjy and continued to ripen longer than »Dy 
other variety we had."—(Wo. O. lilelork, A'etu iork city. 
Descriptive Circular mailed to applicants. Price by mail, 
postage free, *3 per dozen.^ ^ ^ & C(> p,. 
Answer to Historical Enigma:—Faithful are the wounds 
of a friend, but the kisses of an enemy are deceitful. 
Answer to Miscellaneous Enigma:—It is more blessed 
to give than :o receive. 
Answer to Anagram: 
Dancing like leaflets with tremulous qniver, 
Glancing like sunbeams crossing the river, 
Full of the music of fountain and breeze. 
Full of the fragrance of gardens and leas ; 
Thus the bright vision of fortune entrancing. 
Beckons our youth to The laud of romancing. 
Answer lo Problem -.—Three cats. 
against your own heart, but the maiden’s.” 
“ I spent an evening with her last week,” he re¬ 
plied. “I went with iny mind more than hall made 
up to let iny lips betray my feelings. It so hap¬ 
pened that she was not alone. A yonng lady was 
ner guest; a very sprightly, outspoken, critical, 
rather sharp-tongued girl of eighteen or twenty— 
smart tnongu for twenty, and thoughtless enough 
for sixteen. People and things were talked about 
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