CUSTER'S CHARGE AT YELLOW TAVERN MAY 11, 1864. Our bugles rang out loud and clear, Qur flashing sabres leapt; The red flames belohed from front and rear, As gp our brigade swept, The wild huszah and martial strain Aud trumpet's stirring sound Sped well our charge across the plain, And awed the foe beyond. A sea of blades, a mass of blue, And flags that gally fly; Beneath, the turf’s bright emerald hue, Above, the Bouthern sky. Such was the scene as forward .ed By Custer bold and leal, The shot shrieked madly overhead, Or kissed our eager steel The lurid sua thro’ sulphurous smoke Lookel grimly down that day ; And when thelr lines our troopers broke Burst out in one heart-cheering ray! ‘Right cut and left!" brave Caster cried, “And strike your sturdiest blow I" Our sabre’s clashed as side by side We hewed the stubborn foe, A whirlwind then of flashing steel, Right through thelr ranks we swept ; ‘We saw thelr squadrons turn and reel, As on our course we kept. The welkin rang with cheers which rose Up trom our comrades then; And tho’ it shock our sullen (oes, \ It made us more than men. With cannon trained and gun in hand They strove to stem the tide; 1 helr nundreds strewed the erimson sand With wounded scores beside. £.ike men they fought, but all in vain ; Scarce twenty minutes told, And every ineh of that broad plain Our gallant troop ars hold. And ores again our bugles blow, We eount our missing ones ; We've met and whipt the haughty foe, We've captured all his guns. But those brave comrades, where are they That rode out by our side? Alas! no more they'll joln the fray, Nor on to Victory ride! Now when of martial deeds you sing, Of battles fought and won, Oh, back to mind some mem'ry bring Of what thls day was done, ‘@ing of young Custe:’s gallant charges And of his troopers brave, Who at Yellow Tavern plain and gorge Won laurels and & grave! a A Susceptible Heart. “Laws-a mercy, Becky! What are you doing, child! You've put the salt in the custard and sifted sugar over the sliced tongue, and now you've capped the climax by pouring catsup over the cornstarch. You have made a pretty mess of itl” Becky Mason leoked upen her work in dismay. “I'm sorry, auntie,” she faltered, her cheeks flashing. “I really thought it was the cream 1” “Well, never mind; young folks are apt to be a little absent minded sometimes. The dessert’s spoiled, though ; so I guess you'd better run over to the blackber y lot and gather enough for tea as quick as you can.” Aunt Sarsh watched Becky's re ceding figure, and shaking her Lead with a sage look, muttered : “It's all on account of that citified chap who’s been hanging around here so much of late. I'd a deal rather she'd take a hiking to Rufe Tyndall, for mo one knows who this Verner St, John msy be, and Rafe is a steady, well-to-lo young fellow who'll make his mark in the world some day. I can’t say though bat it’s natural she should be taken by glitter rather than homespun.” Upon the hillside, among the long, trailing blackberry vines, with her finger tips stained purple and her lit tle basket rapidly filling with the lus clous fruit, Becky Mason had gone back to her pleasant task of building air-castles tenanting them with the brightest hopes, forgetting for the time that they were creatures only of her imagination. The fragrant odor of a cigar floated up, and peering through the tangled masses of vines and bushes, she saw Verner Ht. John strolling along the meadow path, accompanied by a strange gentleman. Sereened from their sight, she could see them plainly and when they paused by the stil where she had often lingered of late, their voices were audible, and she be- came an unintentional eaveasdropper. vEhe's a perfect little wild-rose sort of a beauty, and, "pon honor, Dick, I couldn't help making love to her; you'd have done it, too, under similar clrcumstances. It’s not my fault, but beesuse nature has endowed me with a too susceptible heart; and the young gentleman stroked his silken moustache with an air which seemed to deprecate the fact that nature had also been lavish in bestowing on him a remarkably handsome physique, of which he was perfectly conscious. “Do you mean to say, then, that you are actually in love with the little, unsophisticated maiden ?” “pahaw ! new you're unreasonable. You well know at whose shrine I worship, and, though I may induige in such harmless little flirtations, 1 sm still true to your peerless cousin as the needle is to its magnet.” “Then I advise you to let Kate know nothiug about your harmless flirtation, for she is inclined to enter- tain rather guixotic views upon the subject, and would not be apt to re: gard your conduct as leniently as 1, who sympathize with your weakness for a preity (ace, haying personal experience in the same wey, To tell the truth, Verner, you're not half good enough for Kate, and if I were not already engaged, 1'd cut you out myself.” “By which means she'd {ruly ob- tain a paragon of a husband,” laughed St. John, as they passed on, “Kate shall know, however,” sald she. *I should esteem It a favor if he were my lover (and she experi- enced a twinge of paln when she thought how recently she had believed him such), for some one to undecelve me regarding him." Kate Vincent's black eyes flashed ominously, but a softer light crept into them as she gazed on the inno- cent face upturned to hers. “He appeared devoted to you until I came? Are you sure—forzive me for saying it—that you did not mistake common civilities for mers pointed attentions ?"’ Becky flushed a little, swered : “He certainly expressed his love for me in every way except by words!" ‘‘Are you sure you no longer care for him 2" “Quite sure.” “He proposed to me last evening,’ Kate resumed, ‘'but, most fortunate’y, I asked time to consider, I think I should have rejected him, but shall not do so until he has received something of the measure he has meted out to others.” Verner St John basked in the fa vorable atmospheres which surrounded him, and felt immeasurably grateful to the two fair damsels who he be- lieved were willing victims to his peerless fascinations. “Poor little Becky,” he sighed to himself. “It's a pity to-putan end to her hopes, but my stately Kate is not one to brook neglect. A delay might prove dangerous—{ must press my suit more earnestly than I have been doing of late.” Accordingly he renewed his pro. posal, and was surprised and indig nant to meet with a decided refusal. “Atall events my little wild-rose beauty will be easily won,” solilo- quized he, *I am not sure but that I prefer the more gentle order of woman- kind, after all, Kate was brilliant and fascinating, but then she did verge toward strong-mindedness,and I never could abide a woman’s-rights female— perhaps I have made a happy escape.’ Without loss of time be sought the fair-haired Becky, and, in his most gracefully impressive style, offered to recelye her mistress of his hear: seni home, “Dear me, Mr. 8t. John! you cer tain'y can't mean it!” exclaimed Becky, in a little flutter of excite ment, “Bat I do mean it, earaestly and tru'y, Make me happy by naming an early dey.” “Do you really love an unsophisti cated little thing tike me ?"’ He smiled at her evident deprecia tion of her own charms, and assured her of his undying devotion. “Then I am very sorry that nature has bestowed upon you such a suscep- gible heart,” responded Becky. ‘'You were 80 distingue I couldn't resist the temptation to indalge in a little harm less flirtation; but I am engaged to Rufe Tyndall, and shall alweys re main true to him as the needle is to the pole. You'll come to our wedding in September, won't you, Mr. BL John ?” But Mr. St. John packed up next dey and Becky's wedding was not traced by his presence. but an- ses benani. The True Wife. The true wife not only has the con fidence of her husband, but the afiairs in her especial care flourish like a garden in height of summer; all things beautiful spring from her touch, and he enjoys the blessing of her tact and taste, without fully realizing how it comes, Bhe loves the praise of her husband, which should not be stinted, and she is desirous to share in his life. work; and his confidence and esteem is all the reward she asks. Bhe will never overtax his income, fer she knows how much it is; and her share of it is always well expended, and, aithough she may sometimes long for an increase of wordly goods, she never reproaches him when he ls diligent and does his best to maintain his family in ease and comfort. AGP AIL Indeed We Can't, “Hortense’’ sends a poem beginning ‘Throw your arms around me, dar. ling!” We cannot do it, Hortense; indeed we can’t. We happened to recogn!zs your penmanskip and know you to be a woman who weighs over three hundred, with a waist like a tobacco hogehead. Did you really ex. pect us to throw our arms around that waist? Do you fondly imagine that our arms are like the angle worm that ean stretch out toan indefinite length? Well, it lsnot. Go get thee to a hay pres, if thou canst not overcome the mpilse to be squeened, The doetrine of the compassion of God and the compassion of Christ, I think, has been the salvation of the Bible, of the church, and of faith; snd every limitation of it is a peril, — Henry Ward Beecher. Johnny's Seven-Minute Lec- ture on Patience. Johuny was seven years old and his brother Willie almost five, Jchuny took his stand on a stool, with the sewing-machine in front of him fora pulpit, and with Willle sitting in a huge chair on the other side of the room for his congregation, When all was ready, and Willie had got through fussing with the rag on his sore finger, Johnny began bis ser mon by saying: “I will make a few brief remarks on-to a short text—Be patient. First. ly, be pa it to everybody. “Must I let sll what's bigger'n me push me ‘round jest’s tney'’s mind to?” “It isn’t proper to talk in meeting,” replied Johnny, ‘‘because it disturbs the services, But pspi and mamma are bigger than you; and they don’t push you sruand either. They only put you out where you don’t belong to. And Magglie—she's bigger than you ; and she can’t bave a little tow- head between her and the bread board when she's mixing bread, and between her snd the kettle when she's frying doughnu's, and between her and—"’ “1 sin’t a tow-head,” chimed in Willie. “My hair's just as black ae— Ree’? “As flax,” suggested Johnuy. “Yes, sir-ee, jest ss black as flax,” repeated Willie in a tone of triumph, “And then,” comtinued Johnuy, there's me that's bigger than you. But I don’t push you around, though.” “Preachers « ught to tell the truf,” exclaimed Wiilie with a harp look at the speaker. “Well |—lét’s leave that point and pass ou to the next. “Secondly : Be patient everywhere,” “When I burn my fingers mustn't I holler 2” exclaimed Willie, “Of course when you burn your fingers you may holler some, but when mamma gets the rag ready lo tie it up you mustn't jerk it away aud scream 80 as to raise the neighbors, And when you play with Jimmie Dickson you mustn't get pouly be cause he can run faster than you. And when you want to cox e into the house you mustn’t kick the door and scream—'Let me in, why don’t you? And when dinner isu’t "most ready you mustn’t—"' “Dear me,” broke in Willie, “isn’t this sermon almost out 2” “Thirdly; Be patient alweys.” “When you get late in the morning, and vour breakfast is all cold because you didn’t come when you were called; and when 1 can’t find the button hook because you hung it on the morping-glory vine; and-—what an more shall I say ? “Hay amen,” shouted Willie, Just then the door opened softly, and pussy cams walking into the room. Willie sprang forward, took puss up in his arms, and ran off to tind his mamma, telling puss as h went, “I can be patient to everybody and patient everywhere and patient always—'cept when vou scratch me, vou naughty kitty, and when Johnny preaches a awful long sermont.” And so the meeting closed without the benediction. To be angry is to revenge the faults of others upon ourselves — dlerande, Pope Your lifestory is still t1 be the life story of your Lord, only painted in miniature —C. H. Spurgeon. Religion is morality looking G »d- ward, and morality is religion looking manward —G D. Boardman. Two things fill me with awe: the starry heavens snd the sense of re- sponsibility in man —JImanuel Kent. To a wesylarer in a strange land nothing is so sweet as to hear his name on the tongue of a friend. — Lew Wallace Unhappy is the man for whom his own mother has not made all other mothers venerable.—Jean Paul Rich- fer. Heaven mosy be won, not by the werd not by numan wisdom, but by taitn, love and good works —Lew Walaoe. Our first and superficial alm is to be like Adam, lord below ; our last to be like Christ, associate above —James Martineau. Our enharacter is but the stamp on our souls of the free choice of good or evil we have made through life. —Cun- ningham Geikie. It is the heart that gives character to circumstances, rather than circam- stances which give character to the heart, —@. D. Boardman, b 0, thou who hast still a fatner and a mother, thank God for it in the day when thy bosom 1s full of joyful tears snd needs a bosom wherein to shed them, J. P. Riohter. adise, happily the sfMictions of this life, even its desertions, are left be hind snd forgotten by those who go in and rest. Lew Wallace, The years having linings as the goblets do; The old year is the lining of the new; Filled with the wine of precious memories, he golden was doth line the sliver fs, When men are lonely they stoop to # comrade, the horse a friend, and it is no shame to shower them with caresses apd speeches of love.— Lew Wallace. Ere Jesus became Christ he wax led into the deserl to be tempted. And before the Messinh within us-~the messenger-spirit of the soul-—can make his inspiration feit, and render his volce articulsts and clear, we Loo must have been called to severe and lonely struggles with the power of sin. On no lighter terms can the natural man pass into the spiritual, the Deily shape forth a dwelling within the deeps of our humani'y,— James Martineau. A mother’s love—is there arylhing that can be conceived of as more besu- tiftul? Therefore it is that all artists are fond of painting maternal love, Long before the Madonna signified maternity, and the infant Baviour childhood, the world, by its artists, was rendering as very sacred {he rein tion between mother and child, in which the tenderness, the depth and the fervor of the mother’s love, aud the innocence of the child, spoke of purity that the world hardly knew anywhere else. — Henry Ward Beecher, a Egypt's Famous Queen Cleopatra was of Greek extraction, being the daughter of Plolemy Auletes, eleventh in the line of the Greek EBings of Kgypt, of whom Plolemy Boter,one of the principal generals of Alexander the Great, was the first, Bhe was Atthe age of seventeen, by the death of her father, she, with her younger brother, woose wife she was to become, became an helr to the throne, Bat a few years later, having been deprived of her royal authority by her brother and guardians, she withdrew into Byris, where she met Cwwar, whom she fascinated with her mury and brilliant charms, while she aroused his sympathy for her cause. The conqueror, having established her upon the throne, returned to Rome, where he was soon afterward joined by his royal and attractiye par- amour, with whom he openly resided. Upon Ceesar's assassination she return. ed to Egypt, but the civil war follow- ny. tra and lived in the Queen's palace in wanton voluptuousness, Bhe witness ed the disastrous defeat of her favorite Alexandria, Here Antony soon after joined her, where, overwhelmed by his defeat and hard preseed by his When Augustus entered the city Cleopatra endeavored to use the same magical influence over him which had formerly enslaved the great Julins and Antony, but it was of poe avail, Augustus announced his determina that she should grace his triumphant entry into Rome. Rather than suffer such a disgrace, she chose death by applying an sep to her bosom. Dying at the age of thirty-nine, she left three sons by Antony and one by Cwsar. In addition to the natural charms which Cleopatra inherited, she had considerable abilities. and for a woman of that period, possessed unusual literary socomplishments, being able to converse in seven difler- ent languages, Accidental Marriages. A man should marry by all means ; yet 1 am convinced the greater part of marriages are unhappy, and this is not an opinion I give as coming from myself; it is that of a very excellent, agreeable and sensible lady, who married the man of her choice, and has not encountered ostensibly any serious misfortune, as a loss of health, riches, children, eto. Bhe told me this unreserved'y, and I never had any reason to doubt her sincerity. For all this, I am convinced that a man cannot be traly happy without a wife. It is astrange state of things we livein., A tendency so natural as that of the union of the sexes ought to lead only to the most harmonious results; yet the reverse is the fact, There is certainly something radies lly wrong in the constitution of society ; the times are out of joint, Tt is strange, too, what little real liberty of choice is exercised by those even who do marry according to what is thought to be their own inclination. The deceptions which the two sexes play off upon each other bring as many i{li-sorted couples into the bonds of hymen as ever could be done by the pairings of a legal matoh-maker, Many & mean thinks he marries by choice who only marries by accident; in this respect men have much less the advantage of women than is gen- ht supposed. Demorest tor February is one of the brightest of the leading magazines of the country. It is filled with the some and appropriate to the St. Val Dead Broke. One afternoon a number of years ago a lady and a gentleman were seated under the horse chestnuts in the main avenue of the garden of the Tuileries in Paris which is a publie promenade, as most of the people know, and where numberless chairs are placed in rows and hired to fa tigued promenaders for six cents each, After having conversed for some time, watching the gambols of the small children who seemed to be lost in admiration of Punch and Judy and of the non-commissioned officers who were lost in sdmiration of their nurees, our two promensders rose to leave when they were coufronted by the lady proprietress who demanded twelve cents The lady searched in her pocket. “I declare I have forgotten my port monnale I’ she sald, The gentleman searched his pock- vid, “Upon my word, 1 have done the same !'’ said be also, laughing. This by no means suited the views of the good woman, “That ie played out, Itis all very fine for men and women to come half the day and lounge upon chairs with- out peying. I see no joke, I want my money." Here, madam, take this glove and give it to the person who will bring you its owner and your money." Bo 8: ying he deparied with his com- panion. Suddenly the blue sky wae darkened with clouds which piled themselves in a threatening manner and our promenaders were hardly gone when large drops of rain began to fall They hurried along but had barely reached the entrance to the Rae de Colisse when thé rain poured down in torrents and the passage changed into a small river, There was nowhere a cab to be seen and companion pe destrisns were forced to seek shelter in a gateway, as wet as a bucket of water. The porter was occupled sweeping back the water which would soon overflow the vestibule, “Madame, you cannot remain here You will eateh cold, Come in, you will be comfortable,” “I accept your kindness |” said the lady glancing towsrd ker companion, and they entered. The worthy door keeper placed chairs for his guests and endeavored to please them. Addressing the gen tleman he sald : “What do you think of polities 7"? “What do you think yourself?" wes the evasive reply. “Well, I think everything would be better if all were not so bad, We want reform. I know the Emperor Bee here, if*] could get near him I'd show him how to go to work !" remarked he, “You do not suppose he would lis ten to vou 7" replied the gentleman. The lady on going te the door sald : “Not a cab disengaged 7" “1 can lend you an umbrells if you wish to go,” said the porter. “With pleasure, We will return it soon," replied the gentleman, It was a regular family roof and could shelter several. After having thanked the gate keeper for his kindness the couple left. “Perhaps I have compromised my self by talking polities before them, No, I do not believe so, they like good honest citizens,’ thought the porter. An hour afterward a lackey brought the umbrella back with a letter and a purse, through the meshes of which a few gold pleces coaid be seen, The letter contain ed these words: “Thanks.” And was signed, “The cousin of the Emperor.” Leaving the lodge the lackey went to the garden of the Tailleries, and showing a glove to the proprietress of the chairs : “Here, madam, are twelve cents Have the goodness to return the glove which his Imperial Highness, Prince Napoleon, left with you in pledge,” enld he, Buch an adventure sould never have happened to King Louis Phillippe, who alwsys carried his umbrells wherever he went, r——-—- A Square Failure, The agent of a New York clothing house, who was sent to Atlanta to set- tle up the fallure of a retall house, made a few inquiries of the man next door. *I belief it vhas a square failure,” exclaimed the man. “What makes you think #0?” *““Vhell, he didn’t drink, nor smoke, nor gamble, nor run after der vhomans, nor drive a fast horse ; and ssh for his vhife, she never buys nothings, and keeps no help.” “Then you lay it to the stag nant condition of trade?” “Vhell, trade was purty dull, but you see he vhas not the right sort of man. Vhen aman shtops to buy a west for two dollars he doan make him pelief dot he vhants an oafercoat for fifteen, und vhen a man stops to by an oafercont for fifteen he doan convince him dot he needs a second hand su for twenty. He may do in the grocery peesniees, but he oan’t run some cloth ng store mitout argument.” , — Clips. a Geutleman (ealling st the houss of a friend): “Is your misiress in?’ Mary: *“Bhe is, sur.” Gentlemen : “Is she engaged?’ “Faith, she's more than that—she’s married,” “Is It injurious tw eat before going to sleep 7’ asks a correspondent, Why no; not fatally injurious, but you just try eating after you go to sieep, if you want to see a circus. “What are eggs this morning 7% “Eggs, of course,’ ssys he humor- ously. “Well,” adds the customer, “I am glad of it, for the iast I bought of you were chickens.” Of all the sad experience in this world deliver us from that of stepping on the edge of a coal scuttle which lies in wait at the foot of the back stairs, A visitor enters a French newspaper office and is greeted politely by the hffize boy: “If monsieur comes to fight a duel, he will have to be kind enough to call again. All eur editors are alresdy engaged for to-day.” A Dublin professional man addressed an artisan, who was waiting in his hall, rather brusquely. “Halloa, you fellow, do you want me?’ The an- swer was nest. ‘No, your hogor, I am waiting for a gentleman.” A pretentious person said to the eading man of the willage: “How would a Jecture by me on Mount Vesuvius suit the inhabitants of your village?’ “Very well, sir; very well, gir; very well indeed,” he answered, “A lecture by you on Mount Vesu- vius would suit them a great deal bets ter than a lecture in this village, sir.” Practical suggestion : When =a man is excited he is ve.y apt to talk without thinking. An Austin land. lcrd called on his tenant the tenth time for the rent. “I haven't got an money,” was the response “Well, if you haven’t got money enough to pay rent you ought to build yourself a house,” “You have been here before me half a dczan times this year” said an Austin justice, severely, toa local vagrant, who thus made snswer; “Comef no, judge, none of that, Ev- ery time I'ue been here I've seen you here, You are here more than I am. People who live in glass houses should not throw stones.” “1 belleve you are a fool, John,” testily exclaimed Mrs. Migrs as her husband unwitting'y presented her the hot end of a potato dish, which she promptly dropped snd broke. “Yes,” he added, resignedly, “that's what the clerk told me when J went te take out my marriage license.” “So your business is picking up, eh 7” facetious cobbler to a rag picker who had just commenced operations on an ash barrel in front of his shop door. “Yes, and I see yours is mend- ing,” quickly replied the ragged urchin, glancing at the dilapidated boot in the cobbler’s hand, Why Kerosene Lamps Burst, Girls, as well as boys, need to under stand sbout Kerosene explosions. A great many fatal accidents happen from trying to pour kerosene oll on the fire to make it kindle better, also by pouring oil into a lamp while it is lighted. Most persons suppose that it is the kerosene itself which ex- plodes, and that if they are very ocare- ful to keep the oll itself from being touched by the fire of the light there will be no danger. But this is not so. It a can or a lamp is left about half full of kero- sene oll the ofl will dry up—that is, “evaporate’’—a little, and will form, by mingling with the air in the upper part, 8 very explosive gas, You cane not see this any more than you can see the air. But if it Is disturbed and driven out, and a blaze reaches it, there will be a terrible explosion, al- though the blaze did not touch the oil. There are several other liquids used in houses and workshops which will produce an explosive vapor in this way. Bengine is one; burning fluid another; and naptha, alcohol, ether, or chloroform may do the same thing. If the lamp is kept well filled with pure oil, there is no danger of an explosion. Georgia Aphorisms. Better keep de rockin’ cheer in de oabin Jof till Bundsy. Bisck sheep hide mighty essay in the dark. You can’t coax de mornin’ glory to climb de wrong way "round de ocorn- stalk. smart rabbits go home fo’ de snow done fallin’, Dead limb on de tree show 1w'efl when de buds come out. Cussin’ de weather Is mighty po’ armin’, ' It takes heaps o toks to drive a nail in de dark. SAM . A three-year old girl, while her ‘mother was trying to get her to sleep, When she was told it was a cricket, she sald think he ought to be
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