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"Get ready and take this five to
Mrs. Mary Kirby; tell her Mrs. Blueit has more work for her and John—"
"Stop at M'Vicars, and see if he
has any nice turkeys; pick out a hen turkey, a nice fat yearling, and take it to
her; and tell M'Vicar—d'ye hear?—to send three to the house."
"And other fowls and things, and
all the rest to my wareroom by ten, and bring me the bill."
"Mr. Blueit, I think you are
crazy! What upon earth do you want of several hundred fowls at the warehouse? I
shall send for your friends. You are losing your wits! You are wasting your
property! Oh dear! oh dear!"
And poor little Mrs. Blueit wrung
her jeweled fingers, and actually cried behind her two inches of cambric.
"Not a bit of it. John, you stop
at Dunsheimer's, and buy Katy Kirby a nice big doll. Here's another five, and
tell her Mrs. Blueit sent it."
"Yes, Sir." And it's my belief
that if Dr. Agnew could have seen John's optics dilate he would forever eschew
belladonna, and employ unexpected benevolence, the reaction being so much more
comfortable. So John departed, imparting his belief to Mary, whom he met going
up with the clean towels, that "Something was wrong o' the old man; but 's longs
my money's safe, and I guess it be, it's none of my business if he does throw
fives in the street."
The moment John was out of the
room Mrs. Blueit began to pace the floor and bewail the mental decay and
overthrow of her poor husband.
Mr. Blueit finished his
breakfast, put on his over-coat, and came back with hat and gloves in hand, not
liking to leave Jessie feeling so badly, when it suddenly occurred to him that
he had not told her a word of his wonderful Dream, and how it had wrought upon
So Blueit, who was not a bad
husband, sat down and drew his pretty, weeping wife on his knee, told her of the
marvelous vision, and especially did he dwell upon the glimpses of his past and
early life of his forsaken childhood, his dead mother, the poor people in the
streets the Christmas-eve, and, not least, the pretty girl in Millinette Place,
down to his sudden awakening under the capsized chair before the cold and ashy
"And now, Jessie," said Blueit,
"dreams come to a man for good sometimes. I'm going to serve my country now to
some purpose. I've given before this for pride and vain glory. I'm going to give
now for—for—for what folks go to church for, you know." And Blueit bolted off.
When Blueit's people went home
that night they carried each a fat fowl for dinner on Christmas, and the boys
had books or money, and even the little children at home, too little to work,
had candy and toys, cheap to be sure, but sufficient. And, best of all, the
workmen were each held worthy of their hire—good, sufficient hire—thereafter.
"And to think," said little Mrs.
Blueit, "that Joe should remember, after so many years, that it was
Christmas-eve that he knocked down Mr. Leroy Fayneant for kissing my hand, and
dream of it at this late day. I must have been pretty then."
And the little figure, in its
dainty blue wrapper and pretty slippers, refreshed itself by a look in the pier
glass. "How oddly dreams do affect some men! Women ain't so silly." And Mrs.
Blueit studied her splendid solitaire on the left forefinger. "But now—wasn't
that odd about kissing my hand?"
THE night was dark; the wild, wet
wind was sighing
In fitful gusts, and scattering
drops of rain,
From the low clouds that
southward fast were flying,
Pattered against the roof; and I,
And weakness, lay and listened,
while each vein
Thrilled with a boding sense of
And something I could feel, but
A strange, mysterious awe—o'ercame
And hushed my throbbing heart,
and made my blood run chill.
The very air seemed full of
And I could fancy, 'mid the
Each deeper shade was but some
On dark designs intent. Some
Seemed just impending. Were the
Up from their torments to prepare
For guilty man? "How soon, alas!
Unthinking now, ere e'en this
night shall close,
New anguish feel, or seek their
long, their last repose!"
I slept at last, worn out by
But sudden seemed to waken, with
Of piercing horror ringing in my
And calling me, too, did its
Then, with the quick transition
of a dream,
A late-deserted battle-field I
In search of him. The moon's
pale, pitying gleam
Cast sickly radiance on the
Where thousands, unprepared, had
gone to meet their God.
At last, 'neath a low willow's
I found him—my dear, only
In a dark pool his own life-blood
Wildly I called him: "Brother,
are you dying?"
No answer, but the low,
And gasp for breath. O God! And
then I tried
To rouse him; and at last he,
too, seemed trying.
And then his strange, wild eyes
were opened wide,
And his hand harder pressed upon
his bleeding side.
But ere he died he knew
me—grasped my hand,
"Brother!"—faintly, sweetly smiled,
And looked toward Heaven. And in
that better land
I hope to meet him, and am
To sorrow here. Say not my vision
Was but a feverish dream; for
soon there came
News of the "Glorious Victory"—so
But I saw only my dead brother's
And one sad joy alone remains to
He knew that I was with him in
WE give on this page a Portrait,
from a photograph by Mr. O. H. Willard, of the Hon. JOHN BROUGH, Governor-elect
of Ohio. Mr. Brough was born at Marietta, Ohio, in 1811. He was brought up in a
printing-office; he became at length editor of a local paper in Marietta,
entered into politics, and for several years held the office of Auditor of the
State. He afterward became editor of the Cincinnati Enquirer, long before that
journal had its present notoriety. He had in Ohio the reputation of being a
great stump speaker; in 1840 he and Corwin were considered the first political
speakers in the State. For the past fifteen years he has been connected neither
with politics nor the press, having been engaged in various railroad enterprises
in the West. He was for a while President of the Cincinnati and Indianapolis
Railroad; and he is at this time President of the Cleveland, Bellefont, and
Indianapolis Railroad. He is a popular man, and has peculiar talent for finance.
He re-entered the political world again last year after an absence of fifteen
years, and although originally, like Dickinson and others, a member of the old
Democratic party, gave a hearty support to the Administration. It was his great
speech at Marietta for the war and the Union that probably secured his
nomination as Governor of the State, upon the duties of which office he will
enter the first of January next. His majority over Vallandigham was the largest
Ohio over gave, being about one hundred thousand.
ARMY OF THE CUMBERLAND.
WE publish on pages
829 several sketches representing THE STORMING AND CAPTURE OF LOOKOUT MOUNTAIN
General Hooker, on November 24, 1863. Our correspondent writes:
"There has not during the war
been a more gallant fight than the assault by General Hooker's column upon the
rebel works on Lookout Mountain. The men, climbing the steep mountain-side under
a severe fire from the many rifle-pits, were never checked. Whitaker's brigade,
sweeping over the ridge and taking in rear the works by the White House, is the
subject of the sketch on page 820, the skirmishers of Geary's division being in
the fore-ground. The line of battle, as it swept over the ridge, was composed of
the divisions of Generals Cruft, Geary, and Osterhaus, the other divisions of
Hooker's column being disposed on the flanks and as supports. The picture on
page 829 illustrates further the same affair.
"The centre picture on page 821
represents the brigades of General Whitaker and Colonel Ireland, of Cruft's and
Geary divisions—Whitaker's brigade stretching to the rocks that from the crest
of the mountain swept over the ridge on which the rebel rifle-pits were located.
At this place the fight was short and severe.
"The other drawings on the same
page show the rebel work on the crest of the mountain, from which the rebels did
not remove the guns (two light pieces) until after night-fall; and the sketch of
the crest of the mountain will explain why we did not get up there in time to
capture them. On the morning of the 25th Captain Wilson, Sergeants Wagers,
Davis, and Woods, and Privates
Hill and Bradley, of the Eighth
Kentucky regiment, Colonel Barnes, volunteered to place the colors of the
regiment on the rocks forming the top of the mountain. Up they went, gaining the
top by a route such that a single rebel might have disposed of the party. As the
sun rose the next morning its first ray brightened the old flag on the very top
of Lookout Mountain, as represented in one of the small drawings."
HUMORS OF THE DAY.
TAKE a robin's leg,
Mind, the drumstick merely;
Put it in a tub,
Filled with water nearly
Set it out of doors,
In a place that's shady;
Let it stand a week
(Three days for a lady).
Put a spoonful in
To a five-quart kettle,
It should be of tin,
Or perhaps bell-metal.
Fill the kettle up,
Put it on a boiling;
Skim the liquor well
To prevent its oiling.
Let the liquor boil
Half-an-hour or longer
(If 'tis for a man
You may make it stronger).
Should you now desire
That the soup be flavory,
Stir it once around
With a stalk of savory.
When the soup is done,
Set it by to jell it;
Then three times a day
Let the patient smell it.
If he chance to die,
Say 'twas Nature did it;
But should he get well,
Give the Soup the credit.
FIRST COSTER. "I say, Bill, wot's
the meanin' o' Congress?"
SECOND COSTER. "A shee heel.
Female of Conger."
POLITICAL ECONOMY.—Splitting your
Where does Neptune stable his
horses?—Why, wherever the Sea-Mews may be, of course.
An Irishman who was at the
celebrated battle of Bull Run was somewhat startled when the head of his
companion on the left was taken off by a cannon-ball. In a few minutes, however,
a spent ball broke off the finger of his comrade on the other side. The latter
threw down his gun and howled with pain, when the Irishman rushed upon him,
exclaiming, "You owld woman, stop cryin'! You are making more noise about it
than the man who just lost his head."
"John, can you tell me the
difference between attraction of gravitation and attraction of cohesion?" "Yes,
Sir," said John. "Attraction of gravitation pulls a drunken man to the ground,
and the attraction of cohesion prevents his getting up again."
SEEING DOUBLE.—An old miser, who
was notoriously parsimonious, being ill, was obliged reluctantly to consult a
doctor. "What shall I do with my head?" said the old man; "it's so dizzy I seem
to see double." The doctor wrote a prescription and retired; the recipe ran
thus; "When you see double, you will-find relief if you count your money."
A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN.—An old writer
says that to make an entirely beautiful woman it would be necessary to take the
head from Greece, the bust from Austria, the feet from Hindostan, the shoulders
from Italy, the walk from Spain, and the complexion from England. At that rate
she would be a Mosaic, and the man who married her might well be said to have
"taken up a collection."
Mrs. Macaulay having published
her "Loose Thoughts," Mr. Sheridan was asked whether he did not think it a
strange title for a lady to choose. "By no means," replied he; "the sooner a
woman gets rid of such thoughts the better."
" Be content with what you have,"
as the rat said to the trap when he left his tail in it.
A lady who wears a pretty little
slipper is often loved by the foot.
The busiest coopers in these
times are those that hoop the ladies.
Why is an unwelcome visitor like
a shady tree?—Because we are glad when he leaves.
A player, performing the Ghost in
Hamlet very badly, was hissed; after bearing it a good while, he put the
audience in good humor, by stepping forward and saying, "Ladies and gentlemen, I
am extremely sorry that my humble endeavors to please are unsuccessful; but if
you are not satisfied, I must give up the ghost."
A person in public company
accusing the Irish nation with being the most unpolished in the world, was
mildly answered by an Irish gentleman, "that it ought to be otherwise, for the
Irish met with hard rubs enough to polish any nation upon earth."
Parker, bishop of Oxford, being
asked by an acquaintance, what was the best body of divinity, replied, "That
which can help a man to keep a coach and six horses."
A recruiting sergeant lately
accosted an honest hind in Northumberland, saying, "Come, my lad, you'll fight
for your Queen, won't you?" "Fight for t' Queen?" answered Andrew; "why, hez she
fall'n out wi' ony body?"
When Jemima went to school she
was asked why the noun "bachelor" was singular. "Because," she replied, "it is
so very singular they don't get married."
Upon the failure of a publican,
at the sign of the "Robin Hood," an opposite neighbor obtained a license, and
called his house "The Little John;" underneath which he wrote:
Now "Robin Hood" is dead and
Come in and drink with "Little
A Chinese boy, who was learning
English, coming across the passage in his Testament, "We have piped unto you,
and ye have not danced," rendered it thus: "We have toot, toot to you—what's the
matter you no jump?"
Patrick Macfinigan, with a
wheel-barrow, ran a race with a locomotive; as the latter went out of sight Mac
observed, "Aff wid ye, ye roaring blackguard, or I'll be after running into yees!"
A SCOTCH DINNER.—The noon-day
The musician who can make his
hearers forget time may be excused for not keeping it.
When you are running from a mad
bull, to be slow isn't to be sure."
Why are authors who treat of
physiognomy like soldiers?—Because they write about face
What's the use of a seat of war
to a standing army?
An urchin, suffering from the
application of the birch, said, "Forty rods are said to be a furlong. I know
better: let any body get such a licking as I've had, and he'll find out that one
rod makes an archer!"
"My son, haven't I told you three
times to go and shut that gate?" said a father to a four-year-old. "Yes, and
haven't I told you three times that I wouldn't do it. You must be stupid."
"Ah, William, home from the wars?
Where is the brother who went with you?" "Ah me! we left our mother together.
One of us was killed. How can I bear to tell her which one it was!"
An Irishman was employed to trim
some fruit trees. tie went in the morning, and, on returning at noon, was asked
if he had completed his work. "No," was the reply, "but I have cut them all
down, and am going to trim them in the afternoon."
"All bitters have a heating
tendency or effect," said a doctor to a lady. "You will except a bitter cold
morning, won't you, doctor?" inquired the lady.
The English are a heavy people,
and most like a stone of all others. The French are a lively people, and more
like a feather.
There are many pickpockets about
town just now. So he that would keep his watch, "this let him do—pocket his
watch, and watch his pocket, too."
"You are ill, my friend." "Yes,
my eye is inflamed, and very painful. Do you know of any remedy?" "Do as I did
last week with a tooth—have it out."
Mr. Brown lately went into the
country for the first time in his life, and records it as a singular coincidence
in nature that every pond he saw—"and there were many of 'em"—had land round it.
Mr. Brown is evidently a "natural" philosopher.
Here is what we consider a
manifest improvement on the old story of the "Friend in Need:"
A friend in need's a friend
And this I've found most true;
But mine is such a needy friend
He sticks to me like glue.
Some time since, two young ladies
near Newmarket fell into company with a gipsy, who, for a trifling sum, proposed
showing them their future husbands' faces in a pail of water. The water being
procured, they were desired to look. They did so; when, discovering nothing
strange, they exclaimed, "We see only our own faces." "Well," replied the gipsy,
"those will be your husbands' faces when you're married."
remarked that the squirrel is continually chatting to his fellow-squirrels in
the woods. This, we have every reason to suppose, arises from that animal's love
of gossip, as he is notoriously one of the greatest tail-bearers among his
A French bishop, in a sermon,
recently administered a philippic to crinoline wearers: "Let women beware (said
he) while putting on their profuse and expansive attire, how narrow are the
gates of Paradise."
A widow, occupying a large house
in a fashionable quarter of London, sent for a wealthy solicitor to make her
will, by which she disposed of between fifty and sixty thousand pounds. He
proposed soon after, was accepted, and found himself the happy husband of a
"What are you doing?" said a
father to his son, who was tinkering an old watch. "Improving my time," was the