would not do to stop for the pur- drilling at the farm house, or not, pose of opening it; to dash right I never learned-one thing I know, past the house, and down the they were not making very lane was the only direction in strenuous efforts to find General which lay the slightest hope of Morgan; and another thing Sergt. escape. It was a hazardous un- Gilcrease knows, they would have dertaking but he undertook it, made a very desirable band of and strange as it may seem, ran sharp shooters for an enemy.the gauntlet without either him- He says in no instance during the self or horse receiving a scratch, raid was he so completely disalthough there must have been gusted with the Northern "Leconsiderably over a hundred shots gions" as in this-firing one hunfired at him. dred fair shots at short range, and

Whether this company was not one scratching him.

"TELL ME YE WINDS."

Tell me ye gentle winds where have you been
Whispering to flowers in yon mossy glen?
Wooing them gently with kisses as sweet
As the fragrance ye lovingly linger to greet
Calling the blush to the beautiful rose
Or scattering the dew, that its petals enclose
Sighing the while to the lily so fair?
Who trustingly listens, sweet flowret beware.

Tarry ye night winds, stay with me stay,
And tell me where you've been wandering to-day,
Have you been where the azure sky smiles the day long?
To the sweet land of poesy, music and song,
Where the breath of the magnolia floats on the breeze?
And the Zephyrs sigh gently, amid orange trees,
Where the shimmering rays of the stars mildly beam,
As tender and soft, as the young Poet's dream.

Tell me ye whispering winds, where have you been
Listening to lovers, their secrets to win?
Lulling the violet sweetly to rest?
Or rocking the bird in his leafy tree-nest?
Filling the white sail of some tiny boat?
Or echoing softly, the blithe bugle's note?
Or kissing the wavelets, as pure and as bright
As the moonbeams that rest on its bosom at night?

Perchance you've been sleeping in some rocky cave
Where no sound greets the ear, save the flash of the wave
Or the scream of the gull, as she rides on the gale,
And mingles her cry, with the blast's dreary wail
Or sporting with echo, in some lonely dell
Where the sweet woodland quire, their melody swell
Come, tell me, thou truant, and I will not chide.
Then the Zephyr, in musical accents replied

I have kissed the soft cheek of the babe in its sleep,
And watched the fond mother, her loved vigils keep
As she pillowed the beautiful head on her breast,
And ever anon the fair ringlets caressed
Or tenderly sang in a low plaintive tone
To the darling, whose heart beats so near to her own
Or fervently prayed, for the guidance of Heaven

To fulfill the sweet trust, that her Father had given.

I have sighed with the maiden, in whose lovely eyes
Lay mirror'd the depths of the summer's blue skies
Whose tresses of gold hid a bosom of snow,
Where truest and warmest of impulses glow,
Whose rich mantling blush gave a silent reply,
To loved words breathed, as low, as her own gentle sigh,
When so fondly they stood 'neath the moon's holy light
And dreamed of a future, so calm and so bright.

With the prisoner I have been in his dark lonely cell
Where the deep monotones of the ocean's sad swell,
Blend strangely with the tramp of the sentinel's tread,
And awaken sweet memories of hopes that are fled,
Ah! where is the loved one? she is waiting e'en now
With the bridal-wreath resting upon her pure brow,
But her silvery laugh shall be changed to a sigh
And tear-drops shall quench the love light in her eye.

I have entered yon cot, where the clematis vine
Round the old rustic porch, its lithe tendrils entwine
And breathed through the lattice, the sweetest perfume
From dew-laden flowers, to the sufferer's room
And tenderly parted from off the flush'd brow,
The locks where the soft silvery threads mingle now,
For I knew that the spirit would soon be at rest
On the bosom of God, in the realms of the blest.

And then the sweet voice of the Zephyr was still,
And I heard not a sound, save the murmuring rill
As it gurgled along, o'er its pebbles of snow
And I thought, ah! could life, like that peaceful stream flow
Pure and calm, 'till its waters should blend with the sea

And be merged in the ocean of eternity,

Whose waves gently break on the calm peaceful shore
Where the weary find rest when life troubles are o'er.

PERFECT THROUGH SUFFERING*

A second of breathless suspense But despite the care and attenand then Dr. Mason, who had tion of physician and friends, the wiped his eyes, pointed silently to girl recovered her strength so a tiny haze, which began to blur slowly that for a long time it was with a scarcely distinguishable a matter of doubt if it would ever come back.

The depths of her spiritual na- remaining with her uncle, but inture had been broken up by a sisted that her nephew was the

mighty convulsion, whose effects would outlast her physical life, and it required God's own hand to bring order out of the mental chaos, which encompassed her.

proper person to decide the subject, and requested that it be at once referred to him.

In reply to a question of the present whereabouts of Mr. La

So soon as Dr. Mason gave per- Fronde, she stated that, not havmission, she held a long and se- ing heard from him since the rious conversation with her uncle morning of his marriage, she conand aunt, pouring out her very cluded he had pursued his journey heart to them, with the freedom to Paris, and gave his address in of a child. that city.

As the story of her solitary and Addressing some advisory reunappreciated life and childhood marks of a soundly, practical, nato which were given no teachings ture to Camille, she assured her of self-denial, nor restraints of that the only effect produced by christian duty, her relatives fer- her giddy and childish conduct vently thanked God that the poor was a regret that the marriage little stray lamb had been brought had been so precipitate, and a to the fold before neglect had so sorrow that Loui had not deferred hardened her nature as to place it it until she had reached the years beyond hope of improvement. of discretion. This desirable state, the old lady asserted, would be attained in the most direct manner by constant association

Mr. Esten wrote a full account of Camille's condition to Mademoiselle La Fronde, and announced his determination to re- with her paragon of a husband, tain the guardianship of his niece and implicit obedience to his until such time as her husband slightest wish. should return and she be willing to place herself under his care and protection.

The effect of this letter on Camille was such as to retard her recovery to such a degree that her

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Mam'selle's reply was charac- feeble strength diminished teristic; she descanted on the rapidly that Mr. Esten, seeing glory and honor of the La Fronde her life depended on the removal family, each of which she de- of the suspense which had beclared to have been imperiled by come intolerable, wrote to Mr. Camille's rash and unaccountable La Fronde, and requested a reply conduct. She professed herself at his earliest convenience. unable to conceive how her cousin, Camille counted the days which

must elapse before a reply to that letter could be received, and then, bouyed up by some hope, she would not name even to herself,

after having attained the height of her desires, should wilfully throw her happiness away, and she expressed her opinion of such suicidal action in very plain terms. she rallied all her energies and She readily acceded, so far as concentrated them in one detershe was concerned, to Camille's mined effort to get well. And she succeeded; under the influ- ture differing as essentially from ence of the powerful will she her former self as a plant pining brought to bear upon her shattered health, a power like that which swayed the dry bones in the Prophet's vision, exerted effects almost as miraculous.

in the gloom and cold of a subterreanean apartment, does to itself when removed to the warmth of God's blessed sun-shine.

The points of contrast between the two girls were so great that their result was a perfection of

This wonderful action of the ethereal essence of our being upon the material portion of our harmony, which blended their humanity, a fact which the wisest differences into a delightful union, of us cannot explain, yet, which and produced a friendship which is patent to all, is one of the profoundest of the mighty mysteries by which we are encompassed, as well as one of the most conclusive proofs of our originally divine origin.

was the source of infinite enjoyment and mutual advantage.

During the weary days of Camille's convalescence, when weak as an infant, she would be dressed by the hands of her adoring nurse and laid, a structure of delicate bones with waxen skin stretched over them, among the

Camille exerted it to the utmost, and by slow, yet sure degrees, advanced steadily to health and strength. She was ably seconded pillows of her easy chair, Charley so far as material aid went, by came as punctually as the days the members of the household at themselves, to give her suffering Broad-fields, as well as Mrs. friend what she laughingly called Preston, who became so tenderly her "Mason's Bitters." No attached to her quiet patient, that tonic ever composed of ingredithe colonel declared Camille was ents brayed in a mortar, could a formidable rival to Charley in equal the effect produced on the the affections of her grand-mother, timid, reticent Camille, by Charand considered himself in duty- ley's fresh, young nature, so

bound to bestow upon that young lady an increased amount of devotion.

After all, however, the most effectual, and certainly the pleasantest provocative to health was Dr. Mason's cheery prescription of a dose of Miss Charley Preston, to be taken quan. suf. in daily por

tions.

Under the exhilarating influence of this charming addition to the Pharmacopeia, and buoyed up by her untold hopes, Camille, who had grown strangely old before her youth, developed into a crea

childlike in experience and feeling, so quaintly wise in thought and views of life, and so bold and fearless in manner of expressing them. No one could retain coldness, or reserve in familiar intercourse with one so pure and gayhearted, and under her sunny teachings Camille commenced to grow as bright and joyful as herself.

"Take your dose at one gulph, Camille," she said, bursting into the bed-room of the latter one snowy morning much earlier than the usual time of her visit, "I've