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_ ORPHAN’S HOME MITTENS;

AND

GEORGE’S ACCOUNT OF THE

BATTLE OF ROANOKE ISLAND.

BEING

THE SIXTH AND LAST BOOK OF THE SERIES.

BY

AUNT FANNY,

AUTHOR OF THE SIX NIGHTCAP BOOKS, ETO,

NEW YORK:

D. APPLETON AND COMPANY,
448 & 445 BROADWAY.

LONDON: 16 LITTLE BRITAIN.
1864,

TEN OT a TS NCEE ROOT
 

CONTENTS.

Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1862, by : ee
FANNY BARRow, THE ORPHAN’S HOME; in which is introduced “New
8 Office of the District Court of the United States for the Year’s Resoturions” and “Tur MinIstTER’s SIORY,” 77
Southern District of N ew York.

THE BATTLE OF ROANOKE ISLAND, . 6 - 96

THE LAST OF THE MITTENS,
MISS SECESH, .

In the Clerk’

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I DEDICATE THIS BOOK

TO MY DEAR LITTLE

LIZZIE WAINWRIGHT,

THE GRANDDAUGHTER OF

A FAITHFUL AND VALIANT SOLDIER OF CHRIST,

THE DAUGHTER OF
A LOYAL AND BRAVE NAVAL OFFICER,

AND THE NIECE OF

A FRIEND I RESPECT AND LOVE,

 

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THE ORPHAN’S HOME.

Tr was now the second week in Jan-
uary, 1862. One evening, Aunt Fanny
came to see the children. In an instant,
she was surrounded, and hugged, and
squeezed, and kissed, till she was certain
they had loved a pound or two off her
weight; but then they put it on again
before she left, by making her laugh so
at their capers and. talk, that she said she
thought she could feel the fat growing ;
so that made it all square and comfortable.

“T read such a charming little poem
in the ‘Independent’ some weeks ago,” |
said Aunt Fanny.

“Tell it to us! we want to hear it!”
cried the children.
 

 

 

 

 

 

THE ORPHAN’S HOME MITTENS,

(4
; How do you Suppose I can remem.
er seven long verses? I do recollect one
or two, but that is because I suspect the

writer had you children in hi
he wrote them, pies

“Oh, Aunt Fanny !”
in @ reproachful tone, “ we didn’t get into

the poor man’s eye. You ought to be
ashamed to tell such a story !”

Such shouts of laughter greeted this

speech, that an old lady next door hear.

ing them through the walls, and thinking

they were cheers, put on her spectacles
and hobbled to the window, expecting ie

said little Willie,

began to ery.
» She said, kissing
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the poetry. Of course, she knows my
little Willie wouldn’t poke through any-
body’s eye, to see what he had behind it.
Aunt Fanny made use of what is called a
‘figure of speech.’ Don’t cry any more.”
Then all the children coaxed him, and
kissed him, and made the kitten Mary
O’Reilly kiss him, at which he burst out
laughing, and felt quite happy again.
The crochet needles twinkled and
twitched faster than ever, as Aunt Fanny
repeated these lines :

“ Knit—knit—knit—
If you've patriot blood in your veins!
Knit—knit—knit— - -

For our boys on Southern plains.
Our boys on Southern hills,
Our boys on Southern vales,

By the woods and streams of Dixie’s Land,
Are feeling the wintry gales.

“ Knit—knit—knit—
The socks, and mittens, and gloves!
vi.—1*

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Knit—knit—knit—
Each one that her country loves |

The mittens with finger and thumb complete,
The gloves for the drummers their drums to beat,

And the nice watm socks for the shivering feet,
Knit—knit—knit |”

“Is that all you can remember? Oh,
how good it is!” cried the children.

“Suppose I make a verse?” said the
little mother,

“Oh, do! do! they all entreated,
“Well, here it ig :

“And if you can’t knit—crochet | #

The mittens with finger and thumb,
The old ones can finish a pair in a day,
And the children each make one,

For George, and his comrades brave,
Who have gone our country to save,

Will work heart and hand, till we make Dixie’s land
Repent for her sins, and behaye! i“

The children thou
verse, and Johnny

ght this a capital
came very near ex.

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claiming, “ Bully for you.” Very aed
he recollected himself in time, ot .
mother would have sent him to be u
“double quick,” if he had uttered this
lgar, slang expression.
= ar had a talk with my ten naughty
i + Fanny.
- boys to day,” said Aun
"6 Why, here in the world did you
find so many together?” cried cote
Who ever heard of such a quantity o

i 2
d children in a bunch ?
= “T ought to have said,” she answered,

“that they were reported to me os
time ago, as being very bad; but I :
not find them so dreadful as I expected ;
besides which, my heart softened to ae
and I made excuses for them to myself,

hans.”
because they are all orp
“Then it must have been at the

Orphan’s Home,” cried the children, for
they knew Aunt Fanny was one of the

managers.

ceneinaemioaaeh 7 oeimmmeeieetess
 

 

 

 

 

 

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THE ORPHAN’S HoME MITTENS apa scapes
| ‘ ithout stop-
“Yes, it was there; and J believe J j ‘ns oa Ea nad come.
will write a little history of how there - ping to ce Aunt Fanny went home.
| i came to be this Home for Orphans; and eae: ry busy the latter part
| you can work it up in your mittens, oe hens Searels writing letters
| on ;
= Oh, yes, do! how long will it take pS ait Great Union Fair,” which had
you? We'll write to George that th ) Gates : . All her letters
| i eorge nat these been held in the city. :
| mittens have listened, with their fingers A dip I wonder if the children
and thumbs for t “ Orphan’ | WER oda d who wrote
oo Home? story They a ee a, who got these letters, oe Ww ee
. e € mos der if the little one
| | interesting mittens of all: more so, than | haa letter,” tried to find Aunt
a those we got by our little play.” 3
: ; Fanny out.
The children Wished George had ears ee

a hundred miles Jong, so he could hear
all these wonderful and charming storieg

too; but as they did not know of any
cornfield where such long

be found, they had to take i
ing; and thinking what
thousand pities it was that th

all gone to No Man’
have had a fine,

George’s use, mar

“You precious little darling !
I’m very glad you’ve come;
How did you leave the baby,
And all the folks at home?
ears were to

Just take a look around you,
t out in Wish- t

At the pretty things you see;
. hundred Then run up to my table,
e fairies had

And give a kiss to me.”
8 Land, or they would

i Aunt Fanny could not send the prom-
oe satin ts ised story until the last week in January:
ching to Washington, |

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

e, there was
Ing; and the children settle

quicker than ever they did
the interesting account of

d themselves
efore, to hear

TTHEW xviii. 5,
Darurwe CHILDREN :

As I sat here thinking how to begin
my story of the « Orphan’s Home,” oti
Saviour’s beautiful parable of “the grain
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but when it is grown, it is the greatest
among herbs; and becometh a tree, so that
the birds of the air come and lodge in
the branches thereof.”

Just like a grain of mustard seed did
this great charity begin.

More than ten years ago, a poor man
lay in a miserable bed, dying. His little
children were weeping at his bedside, for
their mother had gone to heaven long
before; and they did not know who to

look to for food and shelter, when they
should be orphans.

“Oh, that I could take you with me,
my poor little children!” moaned the
dying father.

Just then a lady entered the room.
She had accidentally heard of the man who
had been ill so long, and she had come in
to help him.

She spoke to him in a voice of so much
kindness, that he started up, crying, “ Oh,

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I would get on my knees to you for my
children. I cannot die peacefully, think-
ing of the poverty and dreadful tempta-
tions to which they will be exposed,
Left alone, orphans and penniless, who is
to teach them the way to heaven 2?”

_ “Take comfort, my poor friend,” said
the kind lady, “your children shall not
suffer want.”

“ But will they be taught to know and
love their Saviour?” he asked, looking
at her with an expression of intense
anxiety,

“Yes, I will see that they are religious.
ly brought up.”

“Promise me!” he said in a hoarse
whisper, for the excitement had exhausted
him, and he lay panting for breath,

“I promise,” answered the lady sol-
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wasted features; and looking up, he
murmured, “ Thank God, I die happy.”

A comfortable room was hired, and
the children were: placed in the care of
a kind and pious woman. The little or-
phans soon became contented and happy.
You see them in the picture, playing on
the floor. The good woman went out to
make some purchases, which the boy just
coming in has brought; a young girl is
staying with the children until their kind
nurse returns.

_ This is the grain of mustard seed. But
before long, more children became inmates
of this one room, and the Right Reverend
Bishop Wainwright and the other good
people became interested in this truly
Christian work. They soon found that

there was no home for destitute, outcast
children, when their natural parents were

taken away, who belonged to the Church
by baptism. There were not enough
 

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, eins Asylums in this city ; for numbers those few first years! The money came

| hide brought to them, who could not get ._ slowly in; but they never grew faint-

| a © these other institutions bebanss a 7 hearted. More and more poor little or-

| ere’tull. > Tt: seemed as if God aa _ phans came to their door, begging for a

home, and the living care which their own
mothers, dead and gone, could never more
bestow. The house was soon filled, and a ~

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os now gone home to heaven ee | nowhere be found. The kind matron
| Tes :
| | aa, ent; Rev. Dr, Hawks Vice-Pregi loved them all, and worked with the

teacher night and day to make them good.

and happy.
The “ Orphan’s Home,” as it was now

called, continued for some years in Ham-

 

 

 

 

 

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| The grain of mustard seed had spry mond street. Then it was removed to
i up, and its leaves unfolding tad is two houses in West Thirty-ninth street,
more, made it necessary to ‘ and the ladies who had formed the commit-

  
  

tee now became the officers, with the Right
Reverend Bishop Potter and a number of
clergymen and gentlemen to advise them.
Bishop Potter, you know, had taken the

place of the late excellent Bishop Wain-

: as taken, and
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m d and reg ect . little orphan birds must have a warm nest,
oe ee words to Pees : ) and be lodged and fed; and, above all,
him tead-the yee i could have heard . taught the Way of Life. But there was
ibs platens para Nes of our Saviour ; or 20. room. The ladies who composed the
promises contained in the _-—«- Board of Managers put their wise heads
p and blessed meaning. together, and concluded to ask all good
Ips, seemed. so simp] _ Christian people to help them. How
’ _Tead them with stich 4 could they turn away from the cry of
these little desolate ones, when the Good
Shepherd and His servants in the work, |
these kind ladies, were ready with heart
and hand to watch over and protect a
larger flock of these His poor little lambs ?
But there was no: room !
The appeal was made, and with grate-
ful joy they saw the money flowing into
the trustees’ hands in loving streams.
Soon enough was collected to warrant the
commencing of the building, in whose
wide halls and great airy rooms hundreds
of motherless and fatherless children could

live, and move, and play.

 

  

 

 

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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closes it up. On this the wall of the
building is laid.

If, in after years, it should be pulled
down, it would. be very interesting to take
out and look over the things that have
been buried so long in the corner-stone.

I was not present when our corner-
stone was laid, and I never saw the cere-
mony; but I believe I have given you the
right idea about it.

While the new Home was building,
the children were well and happy in
Thirty-ninth street.

We had some little ones, whose _his-
tories were very sad. There was George
Floyd, whose father was mate of a vessel
which must have been wrecked and lost at

- Sea, for she went out from New York, and
was never more heard from.

And there was little Dickey, who had

a cruel stepmother. She ordered him to

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At his request Bishop Southgate, who

has always been very kind to the children,

was sent for. He read and prayed with
him ; then laying his hands softly on the
dying boy’s head, implored a blessing for
him.

A joyful light beamed from the little
fellow’s eyes; his whole countenance be-
came irradiated with happiness, and in ae-
cents of grateful delight he exclaimed,
“Oh, the bishop has blessed me!”
few hours afterward his Saviour called
him, and his gentle spirit passed away

from earth, to love and serve God forever
in heaven.

All the rest of our children kept in
excellent health, and most of them were
good and obedient. The ladies worked
very hard, and, with God’s blessing, all
things went on well,

It was in the winter of this year, 1860,
that I became a mana

ger; and, you may
VI.—2

  
  
     
   

   

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_ Settled, we determined to have a reception,
_ and give all the friends we invited a first-
_ Yate time. We knew they would like it
| all the better if they could help us along
“when they made us this visit : so we got up
a beautiful little fair and refreshment table.

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I should

Just as comfortable as ;
On the same floor are
teacher’s rooms,

closets, where all
are kept,

 

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Oh, how kind everybody was! If I
dared I would tell you the names of all
the ladies, who made all manner of pretty
things, and sent in oysters, ice cream, cakes,

and almost everything good to eat that
was ever heard of; but these lovely Chris-

tian people prefer to do good in secret.
If I were to have their names printed they

might pinch my ears, and I should not like
that. But I will tell you this much. I

went and only just asked Rey, Dr. Dyer,
of the Evangelical Knowledge Society, to
give the orphan’s fair some books, and he
said “Yes” so quickly that I was aston-
ished, and began to believe that there
were some people in the world who were
     
         

 

 

d todoa kindnes
Then I went to the Episcopal
Sunday School Union, and just asked for

you of some of the
f our “Managers, a
young lady with beautiful
eyes, who Seemed to feel ag if

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THE ORPHAN’S HOME MITTENS.

Then the young ladies of the “ Helping
Hand of St. Mark’s Church” sent us a
number of beautiful things. One of our
Managers, who had a fine conservatory,
sent in a quantity of flowers, which we
made into bouquets, and put into baskets,
and sold for a. good deal of money. We
had a present of a flagstaff from Mr. Niblo,
of Niblo’s Garden, and one of the lady
managers gave us the flag, and on the re.

ception day it was waving over the Home.
It would fill several pages to tell all the

nice things that came—so I will hasten on.
We had a three days’ reception in one

of the great rooms, the 14th, 15th, and

16th of May. They were opened on the
first day with religious’ services, and were
all delightful. We had the carpenters to
come and build tiers of seats at the lower

end of the room, one above the other,
reaching nearly to the ceiling; and each
day the orphans marched in two and two,
      
       
   
   
   
   
        
      

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was to eat philopenas with the ladies. I
do believe I eat about twenty-five. Of
» and other titieact course I never meant to catch them; but
I pretended to be very much astonished
Olean. when they caught me, and when I went

Ya kind lad home to my dinner I got a basket, and put
in it twenty-five great rosy-cheeked. apples

Wetnian Spend them imme distal to pay for my philopenas. I thought these
to cost aged to have a good man oa were much better for them than so much
only ten cents that ge candy ; and when I handed them out, the

children looked highly delighted.

what they fancied When the fair was over, we were sur-

eman : prised to find how much money we had
Save them each a

ken, and very grateful too. Some of our

and I wi Paid for, in a a taken; vE
pin : ne you could haye hea - a pretty things were left, and we put these
ate i i nds, and hurrahing whe e clap.@ carefully by for our winter fair; and after
ya liked won it. Of ae ; Obey a little while we settled down quite com-

fortably in the new Home.

The summer passed quietly away ;
everything seemed to go on happily, al-
though we had very hard work to collect

money enough to keep us out of debt. |
   

32 THE ORPHAN’s HOME MITTENg,

You gee the terrible way W.

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hearing of our Home, sent the poor little
fellow on to us, and we were very glad to
give him shelter, and make him as happy
as we could.

Here is a picture of that sad scene.
The cannonading is still going on, while
they are carrying away from thé ram-
parts two wounded men. You see in the
picture, they are feeling the heart of one
of them, hoping that it still beats. Do
you see the brave fellow who is planting
the flag? Imust tell you about him. He .
is a Mr. Hart. When Mrs. Anderson
wanted to go on to Charleston to see her
husband, whose health was very delicate,
Mr. Hart escorted her. He stayed in the
fort, and was there during the fight.
When our glorious flag was shot down,
Mr. Hart seized it, nailed it to a pole,
bounded up on the ramparts, and planted
it again, amidst the cheers of the men.
I think it was a splendid thing to have

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done!
ne! General Anderson has that stain d
ed,

t :
ee but priceless flag now; and he
@,e :
1s only waiting to plant it once aes
ore

good, so that they might meet him again —
Tt was a peaceful, happy

 

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death.

 
 
 
 
 
 
    

 

 

 

 

with hj
his own hands over Fort Sumter

He has one d °
ear litt] .
Robert after him, J] aes , who is

) & T ) ?
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untold gold—
sa g & spotlesss and honorable

named
nk Robbie, as they

gan tata iG cata olssalsait staan Att

Toward November, we began to think
of our winter fair, and make prepara-
tions, for we concluded to have it about
Thanksgiving day. After the fair, we
intended to have a festival for the chil-
dren, on our anniversary evening, which
would be on the 26th of December.

The fair was a very nice one. Tt lasted
three days; and everybody that came was
so kind! and seemed to feel such a tender
interest in our little orphans, that I
wanted to make a speech, and tell them
they were all darlings, old and young.
This time, as before, we made more money

than we expected; and when the fair was
over, some lovely lady, who would not
tell her name, sent us a present of enough

beautiful brown cloth to make each of

our girls a warm cloak; and to render

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

86 THE ORPHAN’S HOME MITTENS,

our happiness complete at this time, our
treasurer got a letter, telling her and us,
that more than seven hundred dollars
were coming to us from the “ State Fund.”

Ill just tell you what we lady man-

agers did when we heard that. We gave
three cheers! and two or three

one) danced round the room, laughing
_ and shouting like crazy school-girls,
you think I was a frisky old goul 2

The children’ were remarkably good
about this time. They knew very well,
that Christmas brought presents to them,
in that kind Home ; they knew they
would have everything but a mother’s or
father’s warm loving kiss on that blessed
holiday. But, oh, my darlings! it seems
to me that. a mother’s kiss was worth all
the rest; and that we could not give
them. Cherish and love your: parents,

for they are the dearest earthly friends
you can have, .

 

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1 —as we managers
Well, our children
i s call them—had a fine eae:
pee Bless their little hearts! ¢ ey
ner. :
. lots of roast turkey and pumpkin de
ae day, as well as the best of = -
evening ‘of the next day was to be
on . kind ladies from Trinity Chapel
i e
had sent us a tall tree, upon pees a
nts. -un-
t to hang our prese
satis thing was, to have the bie 8
en all: and to make sure of this, I, for
: .
oe ais an appeal, and saan
m deoriiade, marched down town wi -
He week before to some of bess
aper offices, which is not very =
. do, for you have to mount eae
d . . n y
: and it is pretty 1 ‘ie:
eau except in the good pee
ir : a
hearts, which were full of “one ee
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desolate orphans, in whose hearts, at such

times of rejoicing, notwithstanding the
kindest treatment, the sorrowful ery must

 

 

  
  
  
 
  
 
  
  
   
  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

of them i
put this notice j i
a ice in their pa
. ae and all I had to pay w mee
or = which were “ Thank you.” ee
oe ere is the notice: « Will ll
: (0) ers please to remember in th a
ae ae the Orphan’s Home a
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2 : oe Lexington Avenue? Th
ittle inmates of this institution de

? mm,

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a a ae ropes, hooks, ae
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surely remember With lo

who feels
clasp’ of her
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‘T have no mother—my mother is

arise,
beseech you, mothers,

dead!’ And so we
remember these orphans.”

Early in the morning, after Christmas
Day, the managers went to the Home to
make preparations for the evening. We
worked like bees, to get the great room
ready. At the lower end were arranged
the benches, which went up, one above
the other, nearly to the ceiling, as I told you.

On these the little orphans were to sit.
site, at the other end,

Exactly oppo
we fastened the tremendous Christmas

Tree, that was sent us from Trinity
Chapel. Then the presents began to pour
in! Dolls, drums, balls, tops, books, and
all sorts of pretty things; and we mounted
step ladders, and tied them to the branches
of our tree. I should think there were

 

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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lovely first directregg
the orphans from t
when the charity was
of mustard seed ;

like her own children,

 

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THE ORPHAN’S HOME MITTENS. 41

You may believe that we were per

tree was soon hauled in. ‘Then we had
to move our tree so as to make a place for
the new one; on which it was decided
to fasten with the others a number of
most beautiful little lanterns, with fine
artistic designs painted on them, that had
been brought in by the kind, good
daughter of our excellent Bishop. She
was one of the managers, and took the
most unwearied interest in the children.
She and some of her friends had made
these lanterns.
So the pretty things were carefully
fastened to the branches of the new tree,

with tapers inside ready for lighting, and
the rest of our presents were soon flourish-

ing up there too, making such a grand
show, that I thought the children, when

they saw it all, would certainly go crazy
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aed ae now quite late in the after
2 ue | we were pretty tired; and after

g one last look around, to se if
everything had been done, ihe doors

locked, and
’ we wi
ae ent to our homes to

a ee got back, the children were
ae ” Hae as Neat as new pins, and
nae e grand, wide flight of stairs
an : Their eyes were sparkling,
ee as ad hard work to sit still,
mine Be ae there was something won:
= 2 ee locked up in the great room.
ae ae company we had invited
oe 2 4 very soon after, there a
athe owd of ladies and gentlemen
er children, standing wherever

there was ro
: : om, and lookin i
tionate interest at our shee. with affec.

ae small platform had been put in the
: i of the hall, on which were placed
and chair, This was for th

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THE ORPHAN’S HOME MITTENS. 43

Bishop; but as he could not come, the
Rev. Dr. Hobart was made chairman.

We had prayers, and the children sang

a beautiful hymn. Then the annual re-
port was read, telling the company what a
pleasant time we all had enjoyed in our
new Institution; how well and happy the
children had been, and how grateful we
were to God, and the kind friends, who
had given such a beautiful and comfort-
able home to these desolate orphans.
After the ‘report, the trustees and man-
agers were elected for the next year; and
then Dr. Weston, one of the assistant min-
isters of Trinity Parish, and the chaplain
of our famous Seventh Regiment, made a
capital address, which pleased the children
very much, for it was very short as well
as very good. After him came Dr. Dyer,
who always looks as grave and dignified
as possible; but who loves. children

dearly, and knows perfectly well how to

   
 
  
  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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tell them entertaini
hing stories, and
them laugh, while he keeps a his a
rave

face the whole: tj
time,
excellent address He also made an

was not intended, this time to be
sing, for he spoke to the childs
the freezing nig fie

ht outside ; ;
&@ poor little be side, in which mneny

without food or shelter, whi]
ae ae which deen oe
A aaa the blessing of God, had
ae or them: but that this was not
os ae of their blessings was
Oo. ey were taught to know aid
ge aviour, who had died for them
and all the people upon earth
i = he turned to the company ee
» and said it was their sacred duty to

take care of hel
pless orphan ch}
he hoped they would a children, and

tion that nj make a resolu-
ght to sy
child the coming sel “pport one orphan

 

 

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I told his wife that he was a perfect
darling for saying this; but I did not dare
to say so to him. I only hope the good.
people made a determination to adopt his
suggestions. Then the children, and all
of us, sang the Doxology, and then the
grand time came. The large sliding doors
of the great room were pushed back, and
the children, coming down from the stairs,
were marshalled two by two, while the

company looked on. ae
Of course the children were to go in

first. It would never have done for ws to
have had the first look, Certainly not;
so I said, “They are the officers to night;
we must march behind.”

Many a little hand grasped mine, as
I stood by to let them pass, and many a
bright eye was raised -to mine, with a
whispered “ Aunt Fanny” from their
smiling lips. After they were in, we
marched after, in all sorts of crooked

    

 
 

 

 

 

 

 
 
  
  
 
 
 
  
  
   
 
  
 
   

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yes—I thi
whole, the eyes were the mae a
sag a quantity of delighted « Oh’s” and
oy os I never heard before
me! it was such a cro !
ee to know, for they made ide = a
waiters, to carry the presents from th
oN to the children ; and I got ae
; n aa times, And then the noise!
a ms of delight and laughter, as
os ager hands were stretched out to
: ve the gifts! It was worth at ]
a dollar apiece to see so much happi .
and I really think that chads ae
comes to the next festival, might cae

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children were to have holiday from school,
that is, more play than usual between
Christmas and New Year; and I am
sure they had a happy time with their

new toys.
Some weeks before this, I had been put

on the school committee. This is com-
posed of three of the managers, who are
specially appointed to visit the school,
every day if they like, see what is wanted
in the way of books, &., hear the report
of the teacher about the conduct of the
children, and give plenty of advice.

The very first thing I did when I be- _
came a school committee woman, was to
march right into the school room, and nod
and smile at as many children as I pos-
sibly could; saying to myself, “ Poor lit-
tle kittens, how I love them.” I suppose
I might as well have said it out aloud,

for the children seem to read it in my face
somehow; and they bobbed their heads

    

 

 

 

 
   

 

 

 

  
  

 

 

 

  
 
   
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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at me, and grinned all i
oa round their

Then I went up and shook hands very
politely with the teacher. She looked
pretty grim; but I put on a tremendous

smile, and asked if I micht
ae ight speak to the

She said, “Certainly -”
>” and
went among them, —- : es :

“What’s your name?” I said to a
pleasant-looking boy.
“ Jacob,” he said.

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: What are you learning, Jacob 2”
: Catechism, ma’am ; and it’s so hard
can't understand a word of it; besides

which, the lesson ig so dreadful long! Dye
got to learn two whole pages.”
“Well, my dear boy,” I said, “1 wil
tell you a secret. When I ae a little
ee I had to learn Catechism too; and.
© you, I did not understand it at all;
but I had to learn it perfectly » and ae

  

 

THE ORPHAN’S HOME MITTENS. 49

that I have grown up, I do understand it.
So you must ‘have courage, and learn the
words, and try to comprehend all you can,
and when you are older, you will remem-
ber it, and it will be a great comfort
to you.”

Then I explained some of the hard
words, such as “justification” and “ sane-
tification,” and left him looking happier.

But I took very good care to make

a good use of the “advice” part of my
duty. I told the teacher that the lesson

was a great deal too long; that two ques-

tions were quite enough to learn at a |

time. She did not like it much, but when
I put my foot down, the thing has to be
done; and I found, on my next visit, that
short lessons were the order of the day.
You would have been amused if you
could have seen the children whisper and
laugh at each other, because I went down

with them to dinner one day; they had

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meat and potatoes cut up in small tin
pans, and when they had all marched in,
and folded their little hands, and asked a
blessing, I went up to one, and said,
“Please let me taste your dinner?” She

gave me the spoon, and I took a bit of
meat.

“Why, that is capital!” I exclaimed;
“I think I must have some more!” and
I asked another gitl for a taste.

So the children eat their dinner, think.
ing it better than usual, since “Aunt
Fanny,” as I told them to call me, liked
it. If I had been willing, they would all
have given me so much dinner that I
should not have known where to put it;
for you must know they had plenty and
to spare,

One day, the teacher said to me:

“There are ten boys, madam, who behave
so badly, I do not know what to do with

them. They answer me impudently ; they -

 

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will not learn any lessons; and one of them

struck me this very morning.”
“Oh dear, dear! how very sorry I am

to hear this,” I answered ; “ will you give

me their names ?”
She took a pencil out of her pocket,

and wrote on a bit of paper these names ;
and headed them with these dreadful words:

“ All intolerably insolent.” *

 

 

 

David C——e, Theodore S a,
Joseph S——d, Edward R——d,
George R s, George B——h,
Joseph H——1, Jacob J——-s,
James P. , Benny L——e.

 

“Oh dear!” LIrepeated, quite miser-

able to hear such a bad account, for some of
these boys I had believed to be excellent
children. “I will come in the school room,
Miss H , as soon as you are settled,

and speak to them.”

 

* Do not be ina hurry to believe this, as I think you will find
it something of a mistake.

      

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

   
  
  
    
     
 
   

 

52 THE ORPHAN’S HOME MITTENS,

Nearly all the managers were sewing
in one of the parlors; I went in and said,

“Tam going to frighten ten bad boys out
of their wits,” |

The ladies all burst out laughing.

“The idea of your frightening a child,”

they said. «“ Won't you let us come in
and see the fun?”

“You had better take your pocket
handkerchiefs out. if you do, for you will

be more likely to ery than laugh; but

I won't let you come at all. It is too
Serious a matter.”

 

 

 

 

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“I saw one of the Boys standing in the corner for
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to take all the good children to Central
Park some day ?”

“Yes, madam; but I am afraid there
will not be many to go.”

I looked out of the corner of my eye,
and saw that the poor little orphans |
were gazing eagerly at me; and rapping
on the desk, so as to command perfect
silence, I began, in a very grave tone, this
speech :

“My dear children, there is one
thing I want you to believe, before I say
another word, and that is, that ZL love
you.” ‘
I stopped and looked round. Oh,
what glances of affection came from those
orphans’ eyes! and one little bit of a boy,
who had been made to sit on the floor
close by the teacher’s desk, because the
boy next him had tickled him and made
him laugh out loud at prayers—this little
fellow put up his hand and smoothed my

     

 

 

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

54 T i
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dress. I took his i
8 s littl I
mine, and. went on: se pacha:
(14 “ |
; Yes, I love you dearly. I don’t ex.
ae you to be perfect children, because
e er always good; but I want you
Ra foe how kind your Father in Heaven
Poe een to you, to place you here: in-
= ; of oes you to wander about
Streets, learning to lie and
steal, and
use wicked words. The least you ca do,
18 e try—mind, I say ‘try’—to be Boba
2 ae You all know that many
€ greatest men in this ¢ :
ountry we
Be Ss with not half the shee =
you have here. There ig nothing to re
see any one of you boys from’ some da
eens the President of the United
ee 3 there is nothing to prevent you
all becoming what is far hj
cor ar higher—th
1s, Christian ; é
gentlemen. But for th
e pres:
ent, what do you think, both boys See

 

THE ORPHAN’S HOME MITTENS. 55.

girls, about behaving so well as to deserve

an excursion to Central Park?” .
A. tremendous cheer followed this

“question, and then I went on: “ Well, if

you are good for two weeks, you shall go.
In the mean time, I wish to see ten of
you boys (I won’t tell their names before
the rest) next Friday in the little recita-
tion room. I shall have something par-
ticular to say to them, and I do hope they
will be such very good boys from this time
to then, that what I shall say will be very
pleasant ; and now three cheers for Cen-

tral Park.”

The children made a tremendous noise ;
for that was what they liked to do: and
I went out laughing and nodding at them.

Then I got a sheet of paper, and wrote
in great letters, quite an inch long, “ Cen-
tral Park for Good Children ;” and carry-
ing it into the school room, I pasted: it in
a conspicuous place, so that all disposed

    

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

oa ; bos then I said, “ Good-by, girls a a
Me 3 and they shouted back, ‘ Good-by ;
en and I left them. =
oral Friday, I went again to the
naieon ome ; I had prayed for my ten
Lee oys every night, and I made u
ce = . very gentle and kind a
: OK a copy of the “Ind
= Newspaper” with me, in whichis
excellent story ; the very thing to Sand

tothem. It w.
them, as called “ New-Yeay’
lutions,” and was signed “TJ G0 se

wish I knew the
auth
thank her for wri ting a so that I could

aes the ladies laughed at me acaj
nd begged to peep in at the door 2 ne

* T obtained ae
permission of on
Pendent,” to j : e of the editors
sion, it ts to insert this admirable story. Witho : asian
; 5 i
e ould have been omitted. It was cere
itten by Miss

Isabella Grah
am nite
heartily, Oakley, Cincinnati, Ohio. I thank her

 

 

me frighten my naug
would not let them.

pleasant
* them all there.

but quite pleased ; so I sai

THE ORPHANS HOME MITTENS. 5%

hty boys; but I
I went into the

little recitation room, and found

They did not look the least alarmed,
d, “ Old fellows,
come and shake hands with me; then you
will feel that I am a friend, and I am sure
you will attend to what I say.”

“ Yes, indeed we will,” they all ex-
claimed; and they very nearly squeezed —

my hand off.
“Now,” said I, “let me hear what you

have to complain of, and what has tempted
you to be so disobedient and disrespectful
to your teacher.”

Thereupon they all commenced talking
at once, and made themselves out to be
the most abused boys in the world. “Such
long lessons! Couldn’t go out and play
in the wet snow! were sent to bed for
nothing at all!” &c., &e.

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other.

denly, with his sharp finger-nail close to

= cheek. Of course, when the other
urned, his cheek would come bump against

Anoth 1
ee er boy, who had his

y short, was favored wi
with ex-
periments on it by the others: each one -

: trying to see how much he could pinch u
In fe thumb and finger; and once, the
§0t up to open the window a little, a boy

on the end of the lon
g bench ti i
and upset all the rest on the ee :

shoes or stockings,

di ;
irty, starving, taught to lie and steal
?

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THE ORPHAN’S HOME MITTENS. 59

prison, or were perhaps hung for murder.
“ My dear boys,” I continued, “use your
reason, and see how much better you are
off. You are clothed, fed, and above all,
taught how to lead pure lives. You know
all about your Saviour, who died. for you
and me. We take care of you, because
we love you. Ilove you all dearly, and

‘you don’t know what a happy and proud

woman I shall be if I live a few years
longer, and hear of you boys as good, per-
haps great men. ‘There is nothing to pre-
vent it. Iam sure you would rather be
good than bad. Iam quite certain, when
you have been bad, that your conscience
makes you miserable. Is it not so?”

The tears were trembling in some of
the boys’ eyes; and one or two answered
in a loud voice, “ Yes, ma’am.”

« Well, I will read you this beautiful
story. It will instruct you in your duty
much better than I can.”

    
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  
   
  
 
 
  
  
   
   
  
   
 
   
 

60 THE ORPHAN’S HOME MITTENS,

They all brightened up wonderfully at

the prospect of a story, and listened to it
in breathless attention. Here it iss4

 

‘NEW-YEAR’S RESOLUTIONS,

evening, and the

» were warm and
quiet, when Joel Goodwill walked listlessly

m and sat down in an easy chair before

_ the grate.

« Now is a first-rate chance to think
what I will do this year,” said he to him-

self. He thought he was alone; but he
had been there only a few minutes when
Some one spoke to him from the back ar-
lor. It was his father. :

: “Why, father, you there?” said Joel.
I thought there was no one here.”

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“Come here, my son,” said his father.

Joel obeyed, and found his father sitting

 

 

“THE ORPHAN’S HOME MITTENS. 61

before the fire in the other room; he sat

down on his knee.

“JT have just been reviewing my past
year, and laying some plans for this New
Year; have you had any such thoughts,
Joel?” asked his father.

“Yes, sir,” replied Joel, soberly.

“You have been making good resolu-
tions then for the future, I suppose?” -

“Yes, sir; Pm going to turn over a
new leaf, and do first-rate in school this
year, and home too.”

“ Have you looked over your past year
pretty closely ?”

“ Not so very much.”

“Have you come up to the purpose of
the good resolutions you made last New
Year's?”

“No, sir, l expect not; I can’t remember
very well all I’ve done, or what they were.”

“Seems to me you drew up a copy of

resolves then, didn’t you ?”

        

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

62 THE oRPHAN’s HoME MITTENS,

“Yes, sir.”

“Suppose you go and get them, and
and let us look them over.”

Joel said he didn’t believe he could
find them; he hadn't seen them for ever

80 long. However, he went up to his lit- .

tle room, and fortunately alighted upon
them quite readily, in a little drawer
where he kept his certificates of merit,
and some other choice things,

On his way down stairs he tried to re-
member what there was written on the

paper; but he could not recall a line. He
only recollected that he was sitting at his
father’s secretary drawing up his “rego.
lutions,” last New Year's day, when he
came suddenly behind him with a beau-

tiful new leather satchel for him, and that

he took up the paper and talked a little .

about it. When he reached the parlor he

handed the paper to hig father, remarking,
“We can’t see to read by the fire.”

 

 

 

     
    
  
  
  
  
 
   
  
  

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“TJ think we shall make it out,” replied
he, turning it up so that all the firelight
might reflect from it. It was written in a
large, clear hand, Joel’s handsomest, and

was quite legible there.
“ Let us see now what you meant to do

last New Year.”
Joel, with some secret misgivings about
the proceeding, took his seat again on

his father’s knee, who commenced :
“ January 1, 1861.—Resolutions for my

conduct during the coming year : First—
I shall read in the Bible and pray faith. |
fully every day. Dr. S. told the children 1}
last Sunday that any child who persevered

in this for one year would certainly become
a Christian, and I am resolved to become

a Christian.’ ”
Here his father paused. Joel was look-

i ; i fire.
ing very gravely into the
= Well, Joel, has that resolution been

kept 2”

 
  

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“No, sir, not long.”
“ How long was it kept 2”

“T don’t know. I kept it pretty good
for a while, I know; maybe till I went
away to uncle’s in March.”

“What caused you to give it up?”

“TI don’t know, sir. I expect because

Ben and Charley and the rest didn

: *t care
anything for their Bibles-
reading.” ibles; so I gave up

e Then you have not proved what Dr
S. said, have you?”

“No, sir.”

(73
: And you are no nearer being a Chris-
tian than you were last New Year’s ?”

“No, sir,” replied J oel, feeling uncom- :

fortable and mortified by these searching
questions. His father proceeded: :

“Second: Iam resolved to remember
the Golden Rule in all my conduct toward

my brothers and sisters,
that, fared a” . S. Well, how has

 

 

 

“Pve kept that, part of the time, I’m
sure; not always, I suppose.”
“Then you don’t remember having

broken it?”
“ No—yes, sir; I broke it to-day when

I teased Ellie.” ;

“Ts that the only time you remember ?”

“TJ broke it last Saturday when I went
off with Harry’s sled.”

“ And yesterday when you ran off and
left Benny crying alone on the sidewalk,
and Christmas day when you chose the

best book, and—”
“Pray, don’t go on, father, don’t tell

me any more,” interrupted poor Joel, red-
dening more and more as his father re-
called the things he had quite forgotten.
“JT know I can’t keep that rule; I don’t
believe any boy keeps it.”

“ You know that you have not kept it;

not that you can not keep it. Well, let us
go on: ‘ Third, I am resolved to tell the

 

 

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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whole and exact truth always.” How
about this ?”

Joel’s conscience and memory, now
pretty wide awake, began to murmur ac-
cusations on this point too. He had al-
ways scorned to tell an open, deliberate
lie, and he knew he could say Yes to a

question on that point. But he felt that
“the whole and exact truth” was a little

different, and he feared his father’s mem-
ory would be better than his, so he stam-
mered out, “I haven’t told a lie this year
past ; you know I couldn’t, father.”

“But that is not all your resolution

demands. Don’t you ever go beyond the.

truth or stop short of it, in school or in
play?” ;
“Tm afraid I do, sir,” faltered Joel,

deeply humbled to be called upon for this
confession.

.

“Do you sometimes hide what you
ought to confess, or tell a story so as to

 

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conceal your share of the blame and throw
it on some one else? Can you remember

any such cases ? ee
“Yes, sir, I think of some things, sac
he, knowing well that his father was think:
ing of particular cases, fresh also to his own
memory. Conscience and memory were
becoming most uncomfortable monitors.
Here Mr. Goodwill stirred the fire till
its bright blaze fell on all objects, ae
them clearly out of the twilight, and then
went on, though Joel said he thought they
had better not read any more. “ Fourth,
I am resolved not to be absent from school
or late once this year, if I am well.”
“J went to Uncle Joe’s in the spring,
you know, so of course I couldn’t keep

that.” ot
“ You went from choice, though.

“Yes, sir; but I did keep it up a month,

I know.”
His father then went more rapidly over

 

 

 

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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the remaining resolutions, simply desiring
him when he came to one he was sure of
having kept, to speak. These were of va.
rious degrees of importance ; resolves to
be first in his Latin class, to obtain a cer-
tain prize at school, to drink no tea and
coffee, to give up by-words, &e. To no
one of all these could Joel say Aye, ex-
cepting to the coffee and tea sexolittion
_ That, with help from his mother, he hag

carried out.
The reason why this exposure was par-

ticularly mortifying, was because Joel was
quite proud of being considered a pretty
good boy. He had seldom been so much
humbled before. After a little pause his

father said, kindly, seeing the boy’s troub-
led face, “ You thought you should do all -

these things when you wrote this, did you
not ?”

“Yes, sir. I felt sure of it.”
“ What is the reason you failed 2”

THE ORPHAN’S HOME MITTENS. 69

“JT don’t know. I didn’t try, I suppose.”
“ Yes, you did try, for you kept your

promises partially.”
“[ tried awhile, but I didn’t stick

to it.”
“Very true. Do you remember some-

thing Solomon says about searching for

wisdom ?”

“J don’t remember.”

“ He says, he that would have wisdom
must search for her as for silver, and seek
her as a man seeks hid treasure. You
seek wisdom when you set before you such
resolutions as these. Now if a man be-
lieves there is gold in a certain place, he
keeps digging and digging for weeks, till
he strikes the vein. If he were swre it was
there, I presume he would labor for it for
years. But what if, when he comes to a
rock, he should throw down his pick and
desert the field? Has he gained any-

thing ?”

 

 
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70 THE ORPHAN’S HOME MITTENS, 5 ;

“No, sir.” more resolutions; but before you make
“ But has lost all his time and labor, them, count the cost of = them.
and is further from fortune than ever, by You must not dreak any more resolutions.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the force of shiftless, unsteady habits.
Now this is a case similar to yours. You
are further from being generous and true

and persevering, in short from possessing
Christian character, than you were this

time a year ago. By your carelessness

and idleness, you came out of your field

without a grain of gold. Besides, by
making resolyes and breaking them con-

tinually, you are losing all moral power
and all confidence in yourself. It were

better to make no promises than to be
guilty of breaking so many.”

Joel’s convictions were fast overcoming
his feelings, and the tears where starting
when he asked, “What shall I do, then,
if I mustn’t make any more resolutions,
father 2”

“I do not say you must not make any

 

 

One great secret of failure is, that you
get discouraged because you are not per-
fect. Now, if you fail one day, you should
not give up, but make haste to reach your
old ground to-morrow. In regard to these
resolutions, probably you were not suffi-

ciently in earnest in the first place ; but in

the next place, you were not wise, when
you first failed a little, to give up all be-
cause you could not do all. Do you
understand ?”

“Yes, sir; do you think it is worth
while for me to try this year? I do want
to do right!”

“ Certainly Ido. By your failure you
have learned a Jesson which will keep you
both careful and humble in future. Iwill
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_ own strong determination. ‘The king-
dom of heaven’ (that is, the attainment of
righteousness, such as you set before you
in your New Yea’s resolutions) ‘suffereth
violence, and the violent take it by
force.”

Joel has commenced anew to follow
one or two all-important resolutions ; how
he will succeed, the year, as its daily pages
are written, will keep record. Let all
children who have shared his failure, and
they are not a few, start afresh with him

to share his victory, making his first reso-
lution, to “ hold fast that which is good.”
cnleGs:O.

“Ah! what a good story this is,”
said I, as I finished reading, “I wish you
would all try to keep some of these reso-
lutions.” —

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at first. I know that I should break
them many times; but if you ask God to
help you, you may in time be able to
overcome the continual temptation to

break them.”
Then we had a long friendly talk to-

gether; and I saw, here and there, a
beautiful trait, or noble impulse, in these
poor orphan boys. They were rude to
each other, but they were not mean; and
I felt sure that, rightly trained, they would
become, in time, good boys and good men.
“Suppose, my dear boys,” I said, “ I get
pen, ink, and paper, and write out these
resolutions, for each of you to keep a copy
in your pockets ; they will help to remind
you. I will only ask you to wy to keep
them. Will you promise me this much?”
They all said. they would try as hard.
as they could. ;
_ “Will you promise me to pray to God
to help you?”

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They promised this with downcast
eyes and serious faces.

Then I said: “Well, let us see how
you can mind me to begin. I am going
into the committee room for the pen, ink,

and paper. I expect you to sit quite still,
till I come back; will you promise me
this ?”

“Oh yes, ma’am ; we won’t speak or
stir from our seats,” they all cried.

“TI believe you,’ I said. I wish you
could have seen their eyes sparkle when

I said that! They were so glad that I
put trust in them.

I went to the committee room, and there
the first directress began to talk tome; and
IT staid much longer than I at first intended.
When I went back with my writing ma-
terials, I listened an instant at the door.
Tt was perfectly still.

“We have not moved or spoken,” said
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“ T believe you,” Lanswered. “ You are
first rate fellows! not so bad, after all. I
think there must have been some mis-
take about that bad conduct. You can
behave so well when you try. I hope it
is a mistake that will never happen again.

I came in this room feeling very unhappy
about you; but now I am very much en-
couraged. What do you think about being
called the ten best boys in the school ?”
They chuckled and grinned at this;
and one boy gave another a sly poke, and
said, “Here’s the best boy! he hasn’t
known a single lesson these six weeks ;”.
and another said, “ No! this is the best boy ;
he broke three panes of glass last night
in one of the play-room windows;” and

another, “Oh, no; this is the best boy,
because he’s got such a big wart on his

nose.”
I let them talk, while I wrote on ten

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“1st. I will read the Bible, and pray,
night and morning

“2d. I will try to keep the Golden
Rule.

“3d. Iwill always tell the exact truth.”

“There,” said I, “that will do.” So
I gave one paper to each, with a few ear-
nest words; and shook hands with them
again, as they promised me to try to keep
them; and then they went softly back
into the great school-room.

I looked in a few moments after, and .

saw that they were quietly studying.

The next Friday, I had my ten naughty
boys in the little room again. ~

“Well,” said I, “how did you ses the
resolutions ?”

“Oh!” cried Jacob, “I’ve nolo the
Golden Rule.”

“Why, how ?” I asked. ”
“ Why, ma’am, David had a ball, and he
lent it to me, and when he wanted it again,

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I would not give it to him, but threw it
as far as I could out of the window.”

“Oh, Jacob!” I exclaimed, “ how well
you understood what the rule is! Tell
me; what owght you to have done?”

“T ought to have given David his
ball when he asked for it.”

(t9 Why ? Q”

“ Because, ma’am, I would have liked
him to do so to me.”

“Ah, yes; that is it. You under-
stand, and you have sinned wilfully. I
am very sorry, dear Jacob; but it is never
too late tomend; and Iam glad you have
had the honesty to confess what you have
done; that is a noble trait in you Jacob,
and I want you to come and kiss me.”

The boy burst out erying at this; and
as he kissed my cheek with his trembling
lips, I said to myself, “ Zhzs a bad boy?
No, he is a splendid boy !”

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feel that I loved him, was the way to his
heart ? I think if ladies would be just as
tender to poor children as they are to their
own, it would have a wonderful effect,
Only make a child feel that you love him,
that he is more than a poor little beggar
dependent upon your charity, and he will
try to deserve all your kindness,

All the boys had to confess they had
broken their resolutions; and to all I
talked kindly ; but one of them whispered
to another: “She did not give us any

kiss.” Fortunately I heard this, and I -

said, “Boys, I am going to give you
another chance. I shall bring a beautiful
little book next time, and the boy who
has behaved the best, shall have the book.
I shall not ask the teacher. I shall de.
pend entirely on your own accounts of
yourselves, for I intend to trust you, and
believe what you say. To make myself
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me, and above all, that you would not
offend Our Heavenly Father by a false-
hood, I wish you all to shake hands once
more, and give me a kiss; then I am cer-
tain you will mean to keep at least the
third resolution. What is it?”

“J will always tell the exact truth,”
hey shouted.
‘So they kissed my cheek, and then I
read to them a story I had written some

time before for that dear little magazine,
“The Standard Bearer.” Here is the
story, and the good minister's name 1s

Dr. Prime.

—_——

THE MINISTER’S STORY.

Tux other day Aunt Fanny was talking
with a good minister, and asked him which

he thought were best for children—funny

stories or serious ones.
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what happened to me last week, and
leave you to guess ?” .

“Oh! that will be delightful!” I an-
swered. “TI am just as fond as the chil.
dren are of hearing stories, and, as they
say: ‘ Please begin right away.”

“Very well. Last week I was in Ro
chester, in this State. There is a very
large orphan asylum there, and I was in-
vited to visit it, and address the boys. I
was very glad to do so; and when I en-
tered the chapel, I found several hundred
boys waiting for me—some with bright,
honest faces, some looking full of mischief
and fun, and all wondering what the min-
ister was going to say, and no doubt hoping
he was a good kind of a minister, who did
not think it wrong to play.

“TI fancy they must have seen some-
thing that pleased them in my face; for
when I said, ‘ Boys, which would you rather
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out merrily, ‘A story! astory!’ and ay
added: ‘Let it begin, “ Once upon a time,
for that is the best kind of story”
“Very well, boys, you shall have a
story, and it shall begin just ag you say.
“Once upon a time, a little girl was
playing in a garden, rolling hoop, jumping
rope, and talking to her doll. After a
while, she ran to her mother, who was
sitting upon a bench that was eae
wide-spreading tree, and asked if : e
might have some luncheon. Her mother
went into the house, and soon returned
with a small basket, and gave it to the
little one. What was her surprise and
delight, when she peeped in, to find a
light, delicate biscuit, a nice cake, a beau-
tiful ripe peach, and a little cherry tart.
“Lucy (for that was her name) placed
all these things on the bench, and clapping
her hands with delight, exclaimed : ‘Oh!
how nice they all look! What a fine
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party dolly and I will have with them!’
Then she put the biscuit in dolly’s white
kid hand, who smiled sweetly all the time

b

and taking the cake in her own, began to
eat it.

“Just then a poor woman approached
the gate. Holding fast to her ragged dress
wasia little boy, so wan, so thin, so starved-
looking, that Lucy stopped eating, and
gazed pityingly at him. é

““Oh! what nice white bread!’ said
_ the poor boy.

“*Tt is not bread—it is cake. said
Lucy.

“Alas! little lady,’ said the poor wo-
man, ‘he does not know what cake is: he
is too glad to get a crust of bread. .

“* Poor boy!’ said Lucy kindly. ‘How
strange not to know what cake is! Here
take it’ | :

“He seized the cake, and in a moment
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“Then Lucy took up the cherry tart,
and stretching out her hand, said, in her
sweet voice: ‘ Eat this too, poor boy !’

“He did not need to be asked twice ;
and the tart soon disappeared.

“¢ Now, take this, said Lucy, handing
him the beautiful peach.

“With joyful eagerness the boy swal-
lowed the peach, while the generous child
looked on, her face glowing with delight ;
and then she took the biscuit out of dolly’s
hand, and gave it to the poor little fellow,

who finished it in double quick time, and
dolly smiled just as sweetly as ever, when
she gave up her biscuit, which was very
good-natured in her, under the circum-
stances. Then the poor woman poured
out thanks and blessings upon the head of ~
the dear little girl, and upon her mother
who had given the poor woman a piece
of money ; and she and her son went on
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boy looking back at Lucy as long as he
could see her.

“Then the -mother took the little girl

in her arms, and kissed her, and said: ‘My
darling! you have not had any luncheon,’

“*Oh, mamma!’ said Lucy, her face
still glowing with pleasure, ‘J Sed as of I
had eaten it all myself?

“You see, boys, that the noble-hearted
little child was even more happy in giving
than the poor boy was in receiving ; and
I want you every day of your lives to love
one another, and be generous and kind
one to another—to do as you would wish to
be done by, for this is what little Lucy did.

“God has laid His hand of blessing on
your heads; He has placed you who have
no earthly parents in this pleasant home,
to show you that He is your Father; and
the only way in which you ean prove your

gratitude to Him is, to ‘Love one another 2
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His commandments. Love your teachers,
and you will obey them. Love God, and
you will keep His commandments.

« And now, which do you think you
have had—a sermon or a story ?

“A story!’ shouted some of the boys.

-«¢A sermon!’ shouted others.

“Born !’ shouted still more.”

Dear little readers, which do you think
it was—a story, a Sermon, or BOTH ?

I asked my boys when I finished
whether they thought it was a story or a
sermon, and they shouted just like the
other boys; some, that it was one, and
some the other; but they liked it very
much, and thanked me for reading it.
“ Then I said, I will give this little ‘Stand-

ard Bearer’ to any one of you: which one

shall it be?”
“ Give it to Jacob,” shouted nearly all.

the boys, for they all liked him.

        

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I handed it to Jacob; and what do

you think he did? . He gave it to the

smallest boy, saying, “ Zthink little Joseph
ought to have it,”

That was really noble, because he was
very fond of reading, and I knew that he
wanted it; but the little fellow looked so
wishful, that Jacob did as he would wish,
to be done by, and the bright glow on his
face showed how happy this little sacrifice
had made him.

And I!—wasn’t I happy? Yes, indeed!
And I bade them all good-by, and promised
to bring a “real nice book” next time, and
went back to the room where the ladies

were sewing, with such a joyous expression
on my face, that they asked if my ten bad
boys had all flown away to the moon? to
which I gravely answered: ‘The badness
has flown away, and left ten splendid boys.”

The next Friday came; and, true to
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tained a very interesting story of two
children who lived in Gibraltar with their
father, who was an officer in the English
army. It described the battles the Eng-
lish fought on sea and land to obtain pos-
session of that famous rock; a trip the chil-
dren took to Africa, which you know is
just opposite; and was so full of infor-
mation about the customs and manners of
the people who lived there, that it made
a delightful little history, told in the form
of a story.

My ten boys met me in the little room
with joyful greetings; but I am sorry to
say they had to confess that they had not
kept the resolutions any better than be-
fore. Still, as they showed plainly that
they wanted to be good, I was puzzled to
whom to give the book, as they all seemed
‘to have behaved equally naughty as well

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home again,” I said; “whom shall I give.
it to?”

“Give it to me!” “Give it to me!”
“No, to me!” each one shouted,

I looked reproachfully at them, and said
quietly, “Then it seems you are all selfish.”

At this they began to call out, “ Give
it to Jacob,” “ Give it to Theodore,” &e.

“Well,” I said, “you have all been
bad alike, according to your own confes-
sions. I will draw lots for you, on condi-
tion that the boy who gets the book shall
lend it cheerfully to the rest in turn to

read, and the rest of the boys must feel
willing and happy to have the winner
keep it. Will you try to do this?”

They eagerly promised. So I cut ten
little squares of paper, while they gathered
round me and looked on with the greatest
interest, and on each bit of paper I put a
boy’s name.

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See—I will roll up each bit, and tumble
them all together in this saucer ; and then
who.shall take them out one by one ?”

“All of us,” they cried.
“No, that won’t do. Let Joseph, as

he is the smallest boy; and mind, the last
one wins.”

“Yes, ma’am,” they said; and now it
was funny to see the intense importance
with which little Joseph put in his thumb
and finger among the papers. He took
one, dropped it, and took another and
handed it to me.

You could have heard a pin drop while
I unfolded it; and when I read “ Joseph,”
the little fellow’s face grew so long that I
felt very sorry, and wished I had bought

ten books.
“Never mind, my little fellow, you

will read it, you know,” I said; “and you
will be glad for the boy who gets it—

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He brightened up in a moment, and
drew another and another till only two
were left.

The two boys whose names had not
yet been called were now the objects of
the highest interest to the rest, and they
were laughing and telling Joseph to stir

the bits of paper up well. He drew again
—“ James” was the name—and the book

belonged to Theodore, whose bright black
eyes danced with delight, for his was the
name left in the saucer.

“But I will let you all read it,” he

said, “even before I do—and little J. oseph
first.”

I was delighted to hear him say this,
and still more delighted that not a mean
expression or covetous look was to be seen
in the faces of my good boys. They stood
the hard test nobly, and that day I was
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very ill, as you know, and I could not go
for many weeks to the Home: when I did

go, I found everything pleasant and quiet,
but the boys were restless and trouble-

some. So I made a report at the begin-
ning of the next month, stating that they
did not have enough to do. You see our
girls learn to sew, wash and iron, and keep
house. But we were puzzled to find suit-
able work for our boys; and I proposed
in my report that they should learn some
mechanical trade, and recommended that
the managers should begin with shoe-
making. ;

To my great gratification, the ladies all
approved of this; and I can tell you I
soon hunted up a shoemaker who was
willing to come and teach them for a little
money, and in a week there was a dozen

boys provided with tools, leather, &e.,

hard at work, and very happy learning to
make and mend shoes.

    
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Such piles of shoes as wanted mending,
so many little toes had rubbed out holes,

that I had to laugh, for they all looked
as if they were laughing with their mouths
wide open. I told the boys, that as soon
as they knew how to make shoes well,
they must make a pair of boots for mé, for
which I would pay them just as much as
I did my shoemaker in Broadway. They
were delighted at this, and ran their
tongues out, and sewed away, and prom-
ised to try their very best.
- About this time we got a new teacher, a
_ kind, grave man, whom the children liked
very much. I wanted to see exactly how
he managed with the children ; so one day I

went into the school room, and asked to
have my boys read for me. The teacher

gave them each a history of the United
States, and handed one to me. LHvery boy

read a paragraph in turn, and I was sur-
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their stops, and generally placed the em-
hasis properly.

: soe were reading, one little bit
of a girl after another crept up to me and
leaned confidingly against me; and before
the reading was through, I had five of
these motherless little ones nestling close
to my knees. You see they did not have
to sit very quiet, or learn much, because
they were none of them five years old;
and if they did not make a noise, they
could move about a little. I said to one
of them, “ Well, little Kate, did you get a
doll last Christmas ?”

“Yes, ma’am,” she answered ; “and I
broke it all to pieces.”

Then she gave a little chuckling laugh,
and looked so roguish, that I pinched her
fat red cheeks. If you go to the Orphan’s

- Home, ask to see Kate, and Lillie, and

Maggie; for they are three nice little girls.
Just before my daughter got so well that

     

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I could return to my pleasant work at the
Home, something happened which filled
me with grief. Our kind first directress,

and my dear friend the treasurer, resigned
their offices. They grieved about it even
more than I did. They had been with

the orphans so long, and had worked so
hard for these poor children.

~ But it could not be helped. They
thought it best for others to take their
places, although they would remain just
as warm friends as ever to the little ones,

*% * % * * *

And now I believe I have written all
that there is to relate about my children
in the Home, up to this time. If you feel
an interest in them, and you and I live
another year, at the end of it I will tell

you all that happens during the year.
Would you like it?

That was the end. The children clap-

 

 

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ped their hands and said, “Oh, mamma!
this is the very best story yet. Dear
little orphans! how sorry we are they
have no mothers and fathers! What
should we do if you should die!”

At this distressing thought, they
rushed to their mother, and clasped her
with I don’t know how many arms, and
kissed her forehead, and eyes, and nose,
and chin, and the back of her head, till
from very nearly crying they all got

‘laughing ; and two or three tumbled down

in a heap together on the carpet. “Oh,
dear, dear!” cried the little mother, laugh-
ing and struggling, “ you will kill me if
you love meso desperately ; I shan’t have
half a nose or quarter of an ear left be-
tween you all. Shoo! Boo! Bang!”
They all fell off laughing, pretending

to be shot; and soon after, with thanks to

Aunt Fanny and their kind mother, the
children went to bed.

     
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“THE BATTLE OF ROANOKE
ISLAND.”

Tue reading of the account of the
“Orphan’s Home,” had taken several

evenings; during which the mittens had
greatly increased. For some time after
this, there had been no story. The little
mother, though she tried to keep it to
herself, was in great anxiety about her
soldier son, who had gone down with
General Burnside’s brigade to North Caro.
lina. She had read the general’s address
to his men, in which he appealed to their
honor and humanity, and asked them to
treat the property of the enemy with un-
failing protection and respect; and wound-
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with the utmost kindness and attention;
ending in his conviction that they would
be as noble hearted as he knew they were
brave. “Ah,” she thought, “ this looks as
if a battle was intended.”

Then the stirring news came of the
capture of Roanoke Island, with a few
words about the bravery of the men and
the terrible hardships they had endured,
fighting through dense swamps and al-
most impenetrable thickets.

Oh! how terrible were the next few days
passed in woful, trembling suspense. There
was no official report as yet, of the killed
and wounded; and the hours of many a
household like those of the little mother’s,
Were passed in alternate prayers, hopes,
and fears.

On the afternoon of the 14th February,
Harry and Johnny went out together.
They felt so distressed about their beloved
brother, they could not sit still in the

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house. Near Union Park they met Gus

Averill, one of Harry’s friends, and some
other lads,

Of course the boys imme-
diately began talking of the battle of

Roanoke Island > a8 Gus had an elder
brother in the same company with George,

“Oh, Harry!” cried Gus, “have you had
any news from your brother? Is he safe ?”

“We don’t know yet,” answe
sorrowfully. “Haye

brother Walter 2”

“No. My mother is almost crazy,
That dear Miss Wilmer, to whom he js
engaged to be married, comes and tries to
comfort mother; but it always ends in her
laying her head on mother’s breast and
crying, oh! go pitifully ! and then ‘mother
cries ; and that breaks my heart,”

His lips quivered as he spoke, and the
lad standing by him threw his arms affee.
tionately over hig neck, while Harry and
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“Oh, if this dreadful war could only
be ended!” cried a bright-looking boy,
clenching his stick, and striking it on the
pavement. “ Why don’t the President just
proclaim freedom to every soul at once!
My father says that would end the trouble

double quick !”

“Tf the President thought s0,” said

Harry, “he would soon say the word. I
think he is the very best President we
ever had; so honest and straight out.
He don’t think of himself; only of his
country, and what is best for her. He's
a dear, good old fellow, and if I saw him, I
should just go up to him and say, ‘I love
you, President Lincoln, for you are an hon-
est man.’ ”

“And so should JI,” said Johnny.
“ Aunt Fanny declares that anybody else’s
head would have become addléd and ut-
terly confounded by this time, with all
this terrible war and confusion; but Mr.

    
 

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

100 THE ORPHAN’S HOME MITTENS.

Lincoln’s wonrsty or uHEarr keeps his
head clear, and so he does his duty; while
his enemies snap and snarl; but they

never ‘catch a gudgeon? Do you know
Aunt Fanny ?” he asked.

“Oh yes,” cried all the boys.

“Well, her daughter wrote such a nice
piece about the President, that I have

learned. it. If you like, I will tell it to
you.”

“That we should!” cried the boys ; so
Johnny in a clear voice began :

“Fling out the broad banner! make ready each hand!
For the cry of Disunion is rife in our land ;
Each day may behold a new battle begun,
And true blood must flow ere the victory’s won.
Then loud let the message ring out to the South :
‘Republicans have but one heart and one mouth.
For the freedom we love, for the land we adore,
For the Union, and Abraham Lincoln—hurrah !?

“What! brothers and countrymen! mean you to part,
With a curse on each lip, and revenge in each heart?

 

 

 

 

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THE ORPHAN’S HOME MITTENS. 101

What! fly from a government simple, but grand,
Your future to build on foundations of sand?

No! Stop, while ’tis time, oh ye men of the South,
Let us have for our country one heart and one mouth,
And, brothers once more in the land we adore,
We'll shout ‘For The Union Forever! Hurrah !’

“Then let enemies thicken; we'll never despair,
Where unity is—behold victory there !
Disunite—in the ruins of home you will lie,
In Union you conquer—without it, you die.
Oh then, let it come from the North and the South:
‘We have but one country, one heart, and one mouth.
For the freedom we love, for the land we adore,
For tur Union, and ABrauam Lincopn—Hurrah!’”

By the time Johnny had finished, a
dozen more lads and some gentlemen had
gathered round to listen. The little fel-
low’s color mounted high, but he went on
With admirable emphasis and animation
to the end; and then let me tell you that,
when he uttered the last “ Hurrah,” the
boys snatched their hats off, and joined in

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102 THE ORPHAN'S HOME MITTENS,

with such a will, that the stunted old
trees in the Park cracked again! and if it
was not a very immense mass meeting, it
was a highly respectable one, and er
fectly unanimous. . ;
“That was splendid!” said the bright
boy, who had advised the President to pro-
claim universal freedom, «J love Aunt
Fanny’s daughter for writing it; and you
may tell her so. I wonder if ghe a
the beautiful little poem mother read to
me the other day from the Rebellion
Record. It set her crying; and I had hard

work, I can tell you, to kee
puckering up.” 2 p my face from

“Oh, can you remember it?” asked
some of the boys. “Do try.”
= Yes; E learned it, only reading it
wee after mother had read it to me. I
don’t know as you will like it as much as

I sel ; but I've got a little brother, who
says Just such things the whole time.”

 

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“Why, so have we,” cried Johnny,
“lots of them! so come let’s hear it.”

The little fellow put his finger on his
lip, to think for a moment, and then
began in a low voice ; all the boys crowd.
ing round so as not to lose a word.

«Willie stood at the window—

Little Willie, five years old—

Watching the rainbow colors,
Fading in sunset’s gold,

Red pennants, and streamers of fire,
On the blue expanse unfurl ;

And over the red the white clouds lie,
Like floating mists of pearl.

« ¢Tsn’t it beautiful, mamma ?’
And the dark eyes grow so bright,
-They almost seem to catch the gold
Of the sky’s wild glory light.
‘See! There is the red, mamma,
And there is the beautiful blue ;
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“* And away up in the sky,

Oh! see the little bright star |
- Why! God ds Sor the Union 2
Isn't He, mamma ??”

“What a dear little fellow he was,”
cried Johnny. « Yes, God ds for the
Union. Why can’t everybody see it?” .

“All in good time—His good time,”
said his brother; « come, Johnny, let’s ug
go back to mother.” And go they sepa-

rated ; and our boys, Harry and Johnny,
walked quickly home.

They had not been in the house ten

minutes, when the postman’s peculiarly
loud and impatient ring was heard. The
little mother’s heart stopped beating for a
moment, while the children, too anxious
to wait for a servant to come, rushed in
a body to open the door. One united
scream of joy greeted the dear brother’s
well-known handwriting.

“Safe! safe!” they cried, as they ran

 

 

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with the precious letter to their aed
who had turned so ghastly white et she
seemed to be dying. It was a thick en-
closure. With trembling, eager i
the envelope was torn away. ee ‘
was a long letter written on several s is :
of paper, which were closely wrapp
around a miniature of a beautiful a
girl; a short, thick lock of dark cur ae
hair, and a small card, on Nig was
i + exquisite painting.
— ero a dark and stormy Bea
the angry waves beating furiously oe
a great rock, which stood like a Lome
strength in the midst of the waters. :
On the rock far above, a cross, stead-
fast and immovable, was planted, from
which all the light in the picture che
The inscription below was; : oa
faith ;” and on the back was written, © For
dear Walter’s birthday.”

”
one else
“These must belong to some ;

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106 ‘THE orPHAN’s HOME MITTENS,

said the little mother in

a low, sobbing
voice.

Then looking again at the minia.

ture, she uttered a cry of grief as she saw
that it was a likeness

“ February 12th, 1862.
i
Farurr, Brorunrs,

had my wish, J
have been in a battle and, I hope, did my

duty. I have come ou
I thank God humbly,

and mercy,

“Daring Morurr,
AND Sisters :—I have

t unharmed; and
for his goodness

_ ten soldiers, and pull for the shore to take
Soundings and examine the landing.
“ Lieutenant Andrews, who is a cool,

brave fellow, went through this enterprise

 

 

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THE ORPHAN’S HOME MITTENS. 107

splendidly. I had the good fortune to go
with him. He took the soundings, went
ashore, saw the glitter of bayonets, and
was convinced that the landing was com-
manded by the rebels.

“Just as he returned to the boat, a
number of men sprang up like lightning
from the tall grass, and fired at us) One
bullet took effect; one poor fellow was
severely wounded.

“Then our vessels bombarded them,
A hurricane of shot and shell was poured
into their battery, till they seemed to be
enveloped in one sheet of white smoke and
flame; for we had set their quarters on
fire. But with a desperation that filled
me with a sorrowful admiration, they still
worked at their guns.

“Then the rebel gunboats came down
upon our vessels, and the brazen throats
of our guns opened upon them with such
deadly effect, that a boat of the enemy’s

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

108 tHe ORPHAN’s HoME MITTENS,

Was soon enveloped in flames,
those awful hundred-pound
Parrott gun fell and exploded on her deck,

“At four o'clock in the afternoon, our

general made a circuit of the fleet, A
shell from the enemy was

boat, but it exploded, fell

hurting no one.

One of
Shells from a

aimed at his
into the water,
The fighting continued
hen our vessels hauled

No light was

and. his crew, were
the woods by a sh

 

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boats, which went howling like a fiend
through the air, and fell down upon them.
“But it began to rain, and in a cold
driving storm we waded through ae
Swamp, the rank grass up to our eyes,
until we came out on a sandy plain. We
tore up a rail fence, and at eleven
o'clock that night our bivouac fires span-
earth.
me: a may imagine how much rest we
got, with nothing but our thin ae
to protect us. But our courage dass
up bright in spite of the weather ; an
when the order to form was given now
morning, we rushed to our places. with
ood-will.
oe Foster and Burnside came up
and said a few pleasant words. Then the
reconnoissance was made, and we soon

i P to ad-
~ heard firing. We were ordered to

vance. ‘The men laughed and joked with
each other as they marched, while our

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

chusetts boys, pierced by ball and bayonet,
- showing frightful bleeding wounds, As
they were borne to the rear, they would
pass us with a smile on their ghastly

; or would utter a faint, trembling

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Victory or death!’ and then a grand heroic
fire would blaze up in their eyes,

“On we marched, till we heard cheers
and screams of fury mingling with the
thundering of the guns. . Thick smoke,
through which came flashes with a gleam

like tiger’s eyes, enveloped. us, and the
whistle of the bullets pus

our ears,
“We were under fire

hed close past

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mother, I breathed a prayer to God to
nerve my arm and heart. Not a weak
soul—not a coward was in our ranks. I
looked around, and saw in every resolute
face a look which plainly said, ‘Glory, or
& grave,’

Bed our colonel gave the order to fire.
Directly in front of us was the famous “
doubt, of which we had heard so much;
and we could see riflemen in the trees,
under the turfed walls, and behind every
possible cover. But we obeyed the order
with a wll, and for an hour we fought.
Not a soul flinched. As the balls struck
our men, and they fell, they were carried
to the rear, and the ranks closed up with-
out wavering. I seemed turned into stone ;
my heart hardened. I saw a ball strike
poor Walter Averill, who fought at my

side. He gave a low ery, and sank to the .
- ground. Two privates carried him to an

ambulance, and I turned away with my

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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heart of granite harder, stonier than ever.
It seemed impossible to feel sorrow.
Suddenly a wild cheer rose up above
the awful din. Our flag waved from the
redoubt! Another! another! The battle
was won !

“ Roanoke Island was ours! with all
the enemy’s guns, and three thousand men
with their arms, ammunition, and stores.
The victory was complete.

“There was one young fellow, dear

mother, who deserved to be made a gen-
eral. Oh, mother! he was only seventeen
years old—three years younger than I.
He was ordered to plant a battery of six
twelve-pounder boat howitzers from the
vessels in the advance of the centre. He
dragged these through the swamp and
placed them in position. They soon began

to thunder and flash into the enemy, who

returned the fire with such fury and des-
peration that every man, one after the

  

 

 

 

 

 

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other, was shot down, and he was left
alone. The chaplain of the Twenty-fifth
Massachusetts, Rey. Mr. James, then rushed
up and worked at one of the howitzers till
his ammunition gave out, and he had to
retire. Still this undaunted boy kept on
loading and discharging his gun, now en-
tirely alone, and a mark for the most ter-
rible galling fire; and he did this until
the enemy had surrendered.

“ What a heroic soul lives in that brave
boy’s body! Youmay be sure that I found

him out when the battle was over, and I
just took him in my arms and hugged him
tight. I hope we shall be fast friends as
long as we live. His name is Benjamin
H. Porter, and he lives in New York
State. So give three cheers for him, and
our grand old State.”

The children, though in tears at

hearing of all their brother had passed

       

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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114 THE orpHan’s HOME MITTENS,

through, complied with his wish, and
heartily cheered the brave young mid-
shipman and the dear old State. Then
the little mother went on reading—

“The grand, comfortable wooden camps

of the enemy were ‘of course turned over
to our use ; and our miserable captives, who
certainly looked like mudsills—though we
have the name—were bivouacked outside,
well guarded.

“When the madness—for such hard-
ness must have been a temporary frenzy—
left me after the battle was over, I got
permission to hunt up poor Walter Averill,
I soon found him, lying in a room, with
five other wounded men. His eye caught
mine—a thankful gleam came into them
as he beckoned me to him,

“*Oh, Walter!’ I cried, my heart now
softened and beating loud with sorrow,
‘we've gained the victory, but you lie

THE ORPHAN’S HOME MITTENS. 115

here wounded’—I stopped, for my voice
became choked.

“« Ves, George, and dying,’ he hoarsely
whispered. ‘Thank God you have come.
TI shall never see my home again. Look
here.’

“He raised his bloody shirt, and I saw
the life-blood slowly ebbing away, from a
ghastly wound in his breast.

“Oh, mother, don’t think me weak;
but I burst into tears, crying, ‘ Walter,
Walter, what 2w2/ your mother do'?’ :

“ ¢ Will you take a message to her and
all the dear ones at home?’ he answered.
‘Tell them I fought bravely, and they
must not grieve, for victory spread her
Pinions over my bloody bed, and took
away the sting of death. Tell brother
Gus he must comfort mother, and stand
with his arms clasped lovingly round her,
when the troops come marching home
Without me. Tell him to look upon them

    

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

116 Tue orpHay’s HoME arrrens,

with proud, steadfast eyes; for his brother
filled his own place with honor jn the
ranks, while he was among them, and did
not fear to die. It is God’s will. He
knows best.’

“And, George, there is another, She
who was to have been my dear wife when
I came back” He turned away his head,
and through my own blinding tears I saw
the great woful drops roll down his
cheeks.

“Oh, Walter” I sobbed, ‘it’s too
hard!’

“* Next Tuesday would have been my
birthday,’ he said. ‘I should have been
twenty-two years old. Some little pre-
cious gift will be sure to come from Helen,
If it comes in time, will you lay it on my
breast to be buried with me? Butif too late,

take care of it, and return it to her when

you find an opportunity. And cut one or
two locks of my hair for my mother, and

 

 

 

THE ORPHAN’S HOME MITTENS. 117

my poor—’ his face changed all oe once.
With a last, dying effort he put his hand
to his neck and drew out a ribbon, to
which was attached a miniature, and placed
it in my hand. Then in a voice faint,
hoarse, dying, he murmured ‘Mother—
Helen.’. One fluttering sigh, and he lay

. quite still. He was dead.

“The first pale moonbeam pame,oreepe
ing in, and rested softly on his face. It
was calmly looking down on the red sand
of the battle field with its bloody corses
strewn here and there; and it was shining
as calmly upon you at home, dear mother,
who knew nothing then of that dreadful
scene. AsI thought of this, and the an-
guish the events of that day would make
for Walter’s family, and many another
beside, I threw my head down on my
dear lost comrade’s bed, and sobbed till I
thought my heart would break.

“T gend the miniature, the locks of

 

        
day after we buried him, with this letter,
You will have to make these sad tidings
known to his family. No one can do it as
tenderly—but, ‘Walter killed 13... There
is no softening of that terrible word,

“ Good-by, dear mother, and all my
dear ones. Write often to m

all, pray for

“Your loving son and brother, 3

 

 

e; and, above

 

 

“ GrorGE,”

 

As the letter concluded, Harry, who
loved his friend, Gus Averill, next to his
own brothers, exclaimed, “Oh, poor Gus!”
—threw his arms on the table, and laying
his forehead on them, gave way to such
terrible convulsive sobs that it seemed as
if his very heart was bursting with grief.
The poor children could not comfort him,

for they were crying themselves. Grate.
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hair, and the little package that came the

 

despatched without delay to the dear son

  

THE ORPHAN’S HOME MITTENS. 119

they could still feel the sharp eng of
Sympathetic sorrow at their friend's Joss.
No family had taken a greater interest in
the children’s evening work for the soldiers
than Mrs. Averill’s ; and for the first time
that winter, the whole evening was passed
by them alone, and in a mournful silence ;
for the little mother went immediately on
her sad and terrible errand, and did not
return till quite late.

But a loving, thankful letter was to be

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
 

and brother; and as there was a prospect
of his remaining some time in his present
quarters, a box of comforts was eagerly
ey one of the children wrote let-
ters perfectly running over with love and
joy at his safety ; and Willie and Bennie,
With immense efforts and a great deal of
rubbing out to make them better, sent to

  
 
 
  
 

 
   

    
   
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

120 THE oRPHAN’s HoyE MITTENS,

him divers pictures which they had drawn
on purpose to please him.

Bennie sent this—which he called Gen-
eral Floyd—with a shield with a C in the
middle for « Confederate,” and four legs to
show how very fast he could run. I am

Willie made a likeness of President
Davis, with a crown on his head, and
pointing with a grin to the stars, which
tepresented the Southern States,

Then Bennie made an elegant picture
of the army of the Potomae, with the Ameri-
can eagle in one of the cornerg looking ap.
provingly at it, all travelling down to.
gether to kill a turkey buzzard and a
mud turtle, which somebody told. him
were Southern productions, . He put

 

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Bennie’s Portrait of Genl.

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Willie’s “ Cavalry Picture.”

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numbers on the heads of those he meant
for our generals, also on the guns, and
Southern celebrities; and left the Ameri-
can eagle and the privates to get along
as well as they could without them.

When Willie was favored with a
glance at this remarkable picture, he con-
cluded that it would never do for him to
take no notice of the army; so he devoted
himself to the production of a cavalry
scene. Here itis. I think the horse with
five tails and a square lump on his back,
is particularly fine, or funny ; but Willie
is very proud of the whole thing, and wants
to have it framed, and hung up in the
parlor when George comes home.

A few days after, George wrote another

letter, which was much more cheerful. ©
He said:

“ February 17th, 1862.

“Dear Moruer:

“We are quietly pivouacked here, and

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everything is coming right except the loss
of our friends. : :
“I send you a rough sketch of the tent
in which we worshipped on Sundays. We
have the Presbyterian form of service, and
every one seems to enjoy the holy quiet of
Ey the day. It seems so dreadful that most
of our battles have been fought on Sun-
day. Ah! I am called. I will write
more to-morrow if I can,
“ Hebruary 23d. Tam so glad that my
letter did not go the other day, as it gives
me the opportunity to thank you all—
dear, dear ones! for your letters. The
box, of course, of which you speak, cannot
be here near as quickly, as the express has
thousands upon thousands to deliver.
“But Bennie and Willie! what shall I
say to express my delight at their elegant
pictures! I have pinned them to my
tent, and I look at them and think that
never were such funny, darling little

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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THE ORPHAN’S HOME MITTENS. 123

brothers. before! and certainly never were
more perfect pictures of the kind. Here
is a drawing of an ambulance, which I

 

 

 

  
   

 

send in return: two po
are inside, and two- sitting behind with
their arms in slings; and here is one I
have made of the celebration we had
yesterday in honor of Washington’s birth-
day. It was a pretty rough affair; and
the few natives who gathered round, did
not remind me in the least of New York.
The country people here are very uncouth
and ignorant; and do not seem to know
what comfort is, as we understand it.
They “reckon ” about everything; and
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124 THE oRPHAN’s HOME MITTENS.

any possession, they say they “reckon”
they have a “pretty smart chance” of it,

“T am cheerful during the day, but in
my dreams at night, I still hear the deadly
whiz of bullets, and feel the horrible
breath of the great balls and shells on my
cheek. You can form no idea of the
peculiar sensation it causes. Then poor
Walter’s dying form and words rise up
in my brain; and I go over that woful
Scene, again and again. It will be many
a long month before I can think of him
without grief, He was beloved by every-
body in the regiment. Tell this, dear
mother, to his family.

“Tell Bennie, I think General Floyd
must have used all his four legs when he
ran away so fast from Fort Donelson ;
while that brave Commodore Foote stuck
like wax to his duty, and did not leave
the fort till he had put not only his own
foot in it, but the foot of every man who

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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helped him to take it. That’s the kind
of Foote for us! Isn’t it, Bennie ?

“ And tell Willi, I showed his picture
of Jeff. Davis grinning at his stars, to a
darkey, who waits upon me; and he
stooped over, put his hands on his knees,
and said, laughing, “Hech! hech! y-a-h!
Mas’ Jeff. Davis, he grin toder side he
mouf, bimeby ; he mighty fas’ wid he larf.
Let ole Mas’ Linkum ’lone. He knows.
He make me for free, de Lord bress ‘him ! ”

“Oh! oh! how I wish I could be
with you all for just one day. I think I
should kiss and hug you nearly to death.

“Don’t forget to read my letters to
Aunt Fanny, dear little old soul! I am
afraid she will forget me, or will not have
me hanging round her any more, now that
I have got so big and clumsy. But she
need not try to get rid of me. I’m a deal

the strongest, and if she says she won’t

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126 THE ORPHAN’s HOME MITTENS.

and a day, I'll come. home and pack her _
up in my cartridge box, and keep her

there till she repents of her cruelty. Tell
her that I would rather she should

»

Stab me through,
And shoot me too,

And kill me, which is Worse, worse, worse,

than to refuse to consider me as ‘one of
her boys.

“And now, dear sisters and brothers,
I must get ready for parade. I love you

all, oh, how dearly! God grant we may

meet again. Pray that this awful war
between brothers, which is literally, most

sadly true in many cases, may come to a

speedy ending; and pray for, and love
your son and brother, GroreE.”

You may be sure I got all the letters

to read; and every scrap of news about
my dear boy, that the little mother and:

her children could glean. We knew that

 

  

THE ORPHAN’S HOME MITTENS. 127

.. he had won the warm approbation of his

superior officers for his coolness and
bravery in the battle; but not a word did

we hear from him in praise of himself.
A few evenings after this letter, all the

mittens were gathered together for the
last time; for, as spring approached, no’ *
more could be needed, at least this winter ;
and all prayed, that when another cold
season came round, it would be bright with
peace restored all over our beloved Jand.
There were just twenty-one pairs.
George's birthday would come on the 8th
of March, when he would be oft age, and
they hoped that a box containing these
mittens and a loving gift from each and
every member of his family, would neace
him in time.
“Twenty-one years old! ” cried Harry.
“Why, George can vote! I think that ,

' the very best of being a man.”

“So do I,” said a voice at the door.

   
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
   
   

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

128 THE ORPHAN’S HOME MITTENS.

“Oh, Aunt Fanny ! you little darling; .

come help us count up our mittens,”
Down we sat, with pencils and paper,
and did dreadful hard sums, the smaller
ones thought, casting up the long column
of mittens which had been sent to the
brave soldiers. Poor Mary O'Reilly had
rubbed her red bags off at last, and was
sitting close to Pet, comfortably washing
her face, while the « tremendous dog”

winked lazily at us, to let us know that he
was all right, and on our side,

How many do you guess had been
made and given, beside those the little
play brought? Just take the six books,
turn to the last pages of each, and then
count up for yourselves. It will make a
- very nice little sum in arithmetic.

And, my darings, it will do more, I
hope, and believe. It will show you that
chidren can do a great deal of good, if they
only try. If I have proved this to your
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THE ORPHAN’S HOME MITTENS, 129

_ or join a children’s society to work for the

soldiers, or help the poor, I really think
you must let me know it, so that I can
write you a letter, or come and give you
ving kiss.

: ae oer as my book is already get-
ting too long, I can only tell you that
George remained in his beloved General
Burnside’s division during the spring and
summer of this year, 1862; doing his duty
well, and winning the respect and love
of all who knew him.

At first the General thought he was
only a dandified chap, without much fight-
ing in him, because his hair was. parted
So very evenly down the back of his head,
and his gloves and boots were always, the
One so snowy white, and the other sO
brilliantly black. The General did not
know, as we do, that our little Johnny had
given George a comb, expressly that he
might make that very particular part.

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130 THE oRPHAN’s HOME MITTENS,

ing; and that his habits of scrupulous
neatness in dress were a part of West
Point and home education, which he
would never neglect. But it was not
long before the little mother’s soldier son
was tated as his courage and merits de-
served; in proof of which he was soon
writing a letter home, with the good news
that he had been chosen one of the Gen-
eral’s aids, and had had a horse given him,
whose merits, in his estimation, were very

little inferior to Mr. Bonner’s famous horse
Lantern,
*% % %

e
% x *

Ah! how I grieve to part with you,
my dear little readers, Ag I write, I al.

ways think of the sweet and bright eyes
that will read, and the small hands that
will hold my true story book. I wonder
to myself if you have good and pure
hearts; and then I pray for you all,
though I do not know you, and hope that

 

THE ORPHAN’S HOME MITTENS. 131

you are obedient, lovely children. —
all, I pray that no written or spoken wor
of mine will ever do you the least gram
of harm. It would make me _ most
wretched, did I think it possible.

Before I say good-by, I must tell you
what I saw the other day, in one of ihe
splendid show windows of Ball & Black’s
magnificent store. a

An elegant sword and belt lay on ;
velvet cover, and above was a sheet o

parchment with an inscription, which I
went in and asked permission to copy, =
I knew you would be delighted to rea
it, Here it is:
: ae by the citizens of Lockport
to Midshipman Benjamin H. Porter, as 4
testimony of their appreciation efins -
lant conduct at Roanoke Tsien ( @
know something about that, don’t we ?)

“ Midshipman Porter was but seventeen
years old, when, at the battle of Roanoke

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

132 THE ORPHAN’S HOME MITTENS,

Island, his noble daring elicited the ad-
miration of his superior officer, who ex-
claimed, ‘My brave boy, you have won
your epaulettes !’

“He led his battery, six Dahlgren how-
itzers, through the swamp, and, in the face
of a galling fire, continued to load and dis-

charge one of his guns, after every man
around him had been shot down; bravely

remaining at his post until the enemy was

dislodged and had made an unconditional
surrender.”

Oh! how pleased I was to see this tes: _

timony, and touch with my hand the sword
that his true and brave hands would clasp.

Thad just written the last word, when
my little Alice’s grandpapa came into the
room, and handed her a package, saying,
“Here, Monsieur Pop, your uncle John
has sent you something by a soldier who.
came home wounded, and too ill to fight; ”
and he handed her a little parcel.

 

 

THE ORPHAN’S HOME MITTENS. 133

This uncle was my dear brother John.
He had been in some dreadful battles, and
we, like all left at home, suffered constant
arecen about him, dreading that each day
might bring bad news. eee

He had been very ill with the terrible
fever, which, I believe, has killed more es
the guns of the enemy, and had taken a
eartload or so” of quinine, which is the
very bitterest medicine that ever was ‘in:
vented. It ought always to cure, It 1s so
very bad to take. It did cure my brother ;
and, so far, we were grateful to know, that
though foremost in the fight, no bullet had
yet touched him.

So Alice eagerly took the parcel, and
undid it—my father and I looking on with
our eyes very wide open. Inside the first
paper were three smaller parcels. She
unrolled the smallest first, and out came @
little doll’s china leg, with the foot broken off.

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134 THE ORPHAN’S HOME MITTENS.

Then the next was quickly opened.
Another little china leg, this time with a

foot encased in a black gaiter boot, with a
straw-colored sole to it—all painted on, of
course.

The third parcel contained achina head

and neck, very pretty, and quite perfect.
“Oh,” cried Alice, “what a pretty doll’s
head! only she has no’seam to her hair.

It must be because she is a secession doll.”

We laughed, and wondered what it
meant, till we noticed that one of the
papers had something written on it. They
were printed pages, and seemed to be a
report of something ; but one of them had
a blank side, and on this was written in
faint pencil marks—

“ Camp NEAR Harrtson’s Lanprne,
August 12, 1862.

“My Dear Farner:
“This, with its accompanying parcel,
will be handed to you by a comrade, who

 

 

 

 

THE ORPHAN’S HOME MITTENS. 135

has gone home: illn-«'The parcel contains

the head and legs of a porcelain doll. I
picked them up last week, when out scout-
ing with the regiment, on the right bank
of the James river. They had been taken, I
suppose, from one of the houses of an F.
F, V., and dropped again. I found them
on the estate of the Ruffin family, one of
whom fired the first gun at Sumter.

“Give it to Alice, with my love, and
let her place it in disgrace among her as
merous family as ‘Miss Secesh” I will
write you by mail to-day or to-morrow.

“ Your affectionate son,
“ Jou.”

“Oh!” said “Alice, “I am sorry for
the little girl that lost her doll; but I'm
glad D’ve got it. What a good uncle John,

to send it to me!”—and she immediately
whirled round and made two cheeses, in

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186 THE ORPHAN’S HOME MITTENS.

“ How many dolls will that make ?” in-

quired Grandpa. :

“Let me see,” she answered, thinking,
with her finger on her lip. “ Forty-one paper
dolls. Then there is Willie, my small china
doll; Anna, my large china doll; Baby,
my wax doll, that cries, and opens and
shuts its eyes; Genevieve Virginie, my
new porcelain doll; and Miss Secesh.

“Bless me!” said Grandpa, “what a
family to look after! You ought to write

down the day you got Miss Secesh—twen-
ty-fourth of August.”

“No, Grandpa,” said Alice, “it is the
twenty-tooth—”

“So it is,” cried Grandpa—while I had
to run and look out of the window, so
that the dear little old monkey should not
see me laughing at her funny mistake.
She meant the “twenty-second ;” but you
see she spoke in a hurry.

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THE ORPHAN’S HOME MITTENS. 137

my darlings, and throw my pen out of the
window.

The door opens. Every one of the
Little Mother’s children rush in.

“ What ?!! what is that you say?!”

“Yes, Aunt Fanny! George is made a

¢
Caprais! Hurrah!!!”

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