prieve-given to me by circumstances-'time to write to you,' our good Colonel says. Forgive him, father, he only does his duty; he would gladly save me if he could; and do not lay my death up against Jemmie. The poor boy is broken-hearted, and does nothing but beg and entreat them to let him die in my stead. "I can't bear to think of mother and Blossom. Comfort them, father! Tell them I die as a brave boy should, and that, when the war is over, they will not be ashamed of me, as they must be now. God help me; it is very hard to bear! Good-by, father! "To-night, in the early twilight, I shall see the cows all coming home from pasture, and precious little Blossom standing on the back stoop, waiting for me, but I shall never, never come! God bless you all! Forgive your poor Bennie." Late that night the door of the "back stoop" opened softly, and a little figure glided out and down the foot-path to the road that led by the mill. She seemed rather flying than walking, turning her head neither to the right nor the left, looking only now and then to Heaven, and folding her hands, as if in prayer. N Two hours later the same young girl stood at Mill Depot, watching the coming of the night train; and the conductor, as he reached down to lift her into the car, wondered at the tear-stained face that was upturned toward the dim lantern he held in his hand. A few questions and ready answers told him all; and no father could have cared more tenderly for his only child than he did for our little Blossom. She was on her way to Washington to ask President Lincoln for her brother's life. She had stolen away, leaving only a note to tell her father where and why she had gone. She had taken Bennie's letter with her. No good, kind heart, like the President's, could refuse to be melted by it. The next morning they reached New York, and the conductor hurried her on to Washington. Every minute, now, might be the means of saving her brother's life. And so, in an incredibly short time, Blossom reached the capital, and hastened immediately to the White House. The President had but just seated himself at his morning's task of looking over and signing important papers, when, without one word of announcement, the door softly opened, and Blossom, with downcast eyes and folded hands, stood before him. "Well, my child," he said, in his pleasant, cheer ful tones, "what do you want so bright and early in the morning?" "Bennie's life, please, sir," faltered Blossom. "My brother, sir. They are going to shoot him for sleeping at his post." "O yes," and Mr. Lincoln ran his eye over the papers before him. "I remember! It was a fatal sleep. You see, child, it was at a time of special danger. Thousands of lives might have been lost through his culpable negligence." "So my father said," replied Blossom, gravely; "but poor Bennie was so tired, sir, and Jemmie so weak. He did the work of two, sir, and it was Jemmie's night, not his; but Jemmie was too tired, and Bennie never thought about himself-that he was tired too." "What is this you say, child? Come here; I do not understand," and the kind man caught eagerly, as ever, at something to justify the offense. Blossom went to him: he put his hand tenderly on her shoulder, and turned up the pale, anxious face toward his. How tall he seemed, and he was President of the United States too. A dim thought of this kind passed through Blossom's mind; but she told her simple and straightforward story, and handed Mr. Lincoln Bennie's letter to read. He read it carefully; then, taking up his pen, wrote a few hasty lines, and rang his bell. Blossom heard this order given: "Send this dispatch at once." The President then turned to the girl and said: "Go home, my child, and tell that father of yours, who could approve his country's sentence, even when it took the life of a child like that, that Abraham Lincoln thinks the life far too precious to be lost. Go back, or-wait until to-morrow; Bennie will need a change after he has so bravely faced death; he shall go with you." "God bless you, sir," said Blossom; and who shall doubt that God heard and registered the request? Two days after this interview, the young soldier came to the White House with his little sister. He was called into the President's private room, and a strap fastened upon the shoulder. N Mr. Lincoln then said: "The soldier that could carry a sick comrade's baggage, and die for the act without complaining, deserves well of his country." Then Bennie and Blossom took their way to their Green Mountain home. A crowd gathered at the Mill Depot to welcome them back; and as farmer Owen's hand grasped that of his boy, tears flowed down his cheeks, and he was heard to say fervently, "The Lord be praised." MRS. R. D. C. ROBBINS. Notes. A soldier who is found asleep at his post when doing duty as a sentinel, is usually sentenced to be shot. Double-quick means the fastest time or step in marching, next to the run. A stoop, as used in the lesson, means either a number of steps leading to the door of a house; or, a porch with a railing around it. The Green Mountains are in the State of Vermont. Depot (de pō' or depo) is a word often used in some parts of this country to signif a railway station. The popular meaning of depot in the United States seems to be a place where cars and freight are kept, and from which trains start; and station, any other stopping-place on a railway. A strap upon the shoulder is the badge of a commissioned officer either in the army or navy. As employed in the lesson, the expression means that Bennie was made a lieutenant. Our country! 'tis a glorious land! With broad arms stretched from shore to shore; The proud Pacific chafes her strand, She hears the dark Atlantic roar; And, nurtured on her ample breast, How many a goodly prospect lies In Nature's wildest grandeur drest, Enameled with her loveliest dyes! Rich prairies, decked with flowers of gold, Reflecting clear each trembling star: Go sweeping onward, dark and deep, And, cradled 'mid her clustering hills, In rich profusion o'er the land, There prowls no tyrant's hireling band. Great God! we thank Thee for this home- Still may her flowers untrampled spring, W. J. PARBODIE. Elocution.-With what tone of voice should this lesson be read? Language.-What simile occurs in the second stanza? "Calm content and peace abide" is an expression containing either the figure personification, in case we think of "content" and "peace and " as persons; or, me ton'y my, if we regard " content" 'peace simply as qualities used instead of the possessors of those qualities. Metonymy signifies a change of name, one word being used for another on account of a close relationship between them. |