3h« gajwasttt gwWUtgnww, Published sv*bt Wednesday bt * n. g. smith: « co. A. J. STEimcAiv H, G. SMITH, TERMS—Two Dollars per annum, payable in all eases In advance. The lU.WOABTEB DAILY l* published every evening, Bnnday excepted, at $5 per Annum in advance. “OFFICE—SOI BQUARB. OOBITXB 0* OXSTBS fodry. u ALL IN WELL.** In memory of Snntc B. WUmcr.by Ml » Fmma V. Wilton, 0/ pattern, Pa. y pg all Is well; no suffering now Shall ever cloud horsatntly brow; A o'own 01 life, a Heaven o! love, A mansion long prepared above, Are all bar gain. How often loving eyes have wept Whe.i death's cold wave still cio?er crep*; How often dying m pe grew bright ■When banished seemed the gloomy night. With all Its pain. But, when the Father's call was heard No fear was hers when came the word, No startled gaze, no anguished cry A glorious galti was hern to die. b b , With God her all. Yes, "all is well.” for Heaven has olalmed, Auo'her of Its dour rodeemed ; Her own sweet word* come back to cheer. Tho hyarts that sorrow for her here. *• All, all is well!” itUsceUancmts. ~ Behind a Sofa. I like to ureep away into corners and hide myself with the fold of a curtain, or half-open door, or behind one of the painted fire-screens, or in the shudow of the tallest furniture. There I have «Mld little fancies all to myself, and wish thiugsand dream things which nobody knows anything about, ror I tuu different from all the rest; my parents are lull and handsome, and Louise is the prettiest girl 1 ever saw. Then my brother Harry, who was kill ed In the Indian Mutiny, was like a prince In a fairy story, so brave and beautiful. But I! I am small and feeble. I cannot run or wrestle, and there la something growing on my shouldera which keeps me from standing straight, and they call me deformed. I shall never grow any more; strangers think me nine or ten years old, but when I count the years from the date In the family Bible, I 11 nd 1 urn sixteen. Peo ple always speak kiudly to me, with a great pity in their eyes, and once in a v/hilo I pity myself, but notofteu. I like to be this queer little ugure. Louise is like tiio lovely ladies in iegauds aud ballads, and I am like the Imps aud dwarfs ; when 1 read about them I look at myself in the mirror, aud make grimaces, and whirl' over on one hand and then on iho other, till Louise looks dibtre-ned and begs me to stop. Beiug whai I am, of course I don’t often go anywhere, okcopt in summer when we leave town; ho I romn all over the house, and read, and lie with my eyes shut for day-dreams, and merry aud happy almost all the time. i wish I were only six inches high, what fuu 1 would have in the world ! Then when we are in the country, i could ride on the birds’ banks, and down in the woods I could sit astride of the great lush toad . stools, and drink from acorns cups,—or by the sea shore 1 fancy I could lauuch n naughtilus and ’sail away like any grim littlo sprite. However, tu be four feet high has its advantages. When Harry wai wouuded, and lay iu the hospital, knowiug he must die, he wrute a lung letter to my father aud mother, full of grief, and comfort, too ; and then he told them a tiling which surprised them greatly, llow he was engaged to marry a girl in a town Iu which they had beeu quartered. How sweet and lovely she was, and how desolate she would be now; aud he want ed them to send for her, aud to love her like a daughter. I clapped my hands at that. I like to have people do things to interest me ; aud the idea of poor Harry having fallen in love ! For I know very well what love is: I have read the “i’aery tjueeu ” all through, and a great many romaucee. Aud some time ago I begun a sly watch oyer Louise, on account, of a certaiu Philip Rayburn comitur lo me house very ot ton. But about Harry’s lady-love. My mother does not like strangers very well, but being for Harry’s sake made a difference, und my father urged the plan. As for Louise, it seemed as if she could not be eager enough for the com ing of this Miss 1C in i 1 y Grey, she was, so determined to cherish and love her. For my part as home is all the real world’there is for me, I like to have as many characters iu it us possible. So ■when we heard that Kmiiy Grey was coming-to Kuglaud, we iuvited her to stay with us. She would not come at once. She was timid, itseemed ; orperhaps, Harry beiug dead, she would rather avoid his household. But Louise pleaded for her, and wrote her a great many loving let ters, and at last Kmiiy came. Emily came. The first evening when they brought her iulo the parlor, I was lying under the table with my head on a hassock, thiuttiug about the Old Man of the Sea in the Arabian Nights, aud wishing I had been one of the genii of those days. But when Emily entered I forgot everylhingelse, aud peeped out from under the table cover at her.— What a dainty little lady she was! so pale and slight, she made me think of frail, 11 uttering, yellow butterflies; partly, I suppose, because of her yellow curls, which fell over her shoulders when Louise look away her hat and shawl. Her eyes were wide aud pale, aud blue, her cheeks were colorless, and she had a frightened, deprecating way c.f looking up, even after my stately mamma had embraced her. But Louise kept about her, aud cheered her, aud lalked to her, till she began to look brighter. Louise was so different, 1 such a darling “nut-brown mayde,” with houest, darli rosy cheeks, and lips always ready to smile., Louise is my beauty. • My father and mother weut out alter a while, and Louise still talked to her o-uest, while I lay very eontcndedly on the floor, all curled up just where I could see all that passed without turn ing my head. Louise weut to an ctaycrc at the other end of the room to get a lit tle picture of Harry, and I idly kept watch of Emily. That momentshe in terested me ; her wide, pale eyes Darow ed and grew iulenst*, she cast a quick, furtive glance after Louise, and around the room, curving herlitile white neck, and a strange, bright smile flitted over her lips. 1 thought instantly of Coler idge’s Geraldine with the and just for fun 1 lifted the table-cover and put my head aud shoulders out so that she could see me. I am afraid I grinned at her. She shrieked aud flung her hands before Iter face. Louise came ruuning back, and asked what had frightened her. “Oh!” she whispered, “such a dread ful face peered at me from under the table! There it is again !” Aud she shuddered. , , , , “Charles!” exclaimed Louise, look- around, “come out, you naughty boy, aud speak to Miss Grey. It’s only my brother Charlie, our pet. He is full of freaks. Oue never knows where he is. ... .. ,Emily Grey looked at me like the saddest aud .veeleSHittle creature that • ever lived, as 1 up to her, and said, in a low, musical voice, “ So this is dear Charlie. I have heard of him. We will bs friends, won’t we?” “ Will you tell me stories? ” I asked. She laughed merrily. “ Yes, heaps of them, child.” “Did you love Harry ?” I asked again. She shivered at that, aud looked im ploringly at Louise. “Charlie, you are unkind,” said Louise, reproachfully. “Well then, I won’t ask her if 'fliie loved Harry I’ll go off aud read my book of hobgoblins.” “O no! dou’t be vexed, Charlie, saidEinlly, with greatsweetness. Stay by me, and I will tellyouastory. bo I stopped, and she told me a senseless story of two girls who went to school. When I saw it wasu’L going to amount to anything, I started to leave her. “ I don’t like that,” I said. ‘ I like witch stories.” • “Ah!” Bhe replied, smiling, “per haps this will be better.” And then she told me a story of an old witch who had a throne down in the slime of the sea, with a stjftug of bones arouud her neck, and a toad perched on each shoulder. And this witch bought souls, and gave people power over hearts in exchange. “That was a good story!” I said at tll “ And now, dear Charlie, go to bed," Louise directed. So I kissed my pretty sister’s hand and glided off. Emily very soon learned to be per fectly at home with us. She seemed to wind heisqlf about the hearts of my father and mother, and as for Louise, — Louise would have walked over burning plough shares to do her service. I liked her about half the time, and the other half I felt like teasing her. She would -'growso white and terrified when Isprang out at her from behind curtains or doors. More than ever I wished that I had fairy