THE BRAVE AT HOME.

Globe, Volume XXIV, Issue 2624, 4 September 1882, Page 4

THE BRAVE AT HOME.

The maid who binds her warrior’s sash, With smile that well her pain dissembles, The while beneath her drooping lash One starry teardrop bangs and trembles. Though Heaven alone records the tear, And fame shall never know her story, Her heart has shed a drop as dear As ever dewed the field of glory.

The wife who gird* her husband’s sword, ’Mid little ones who weep or wonder, And bravely speaks the cheering word, What though her heart be rent asunder—• Doomed nightly in her dreams to hear The bolts of war around him rattle, Has shed as sacred blood as e’er Waa poured upon the plain of battle!

The mother who conceals her grief. While to her breast her son she presses, Then breathes a few brave words and brief, Kissing the patriot brow she blesses, With no one bnt her sacred God To know the pain that weighed npon her Sheds holy blood as e’er the sod Beceived on ITreedoom’s field of honor! —T. Btjohakait Bead. BAEON S'IS CO AT HOME. Well, yes ! I hare succeeded as yon say j You find me rich—ay, and I mean to be Much richer. ’Tis the first step costs. To

gain The first ton thousand costs pains, toil, care, skill. Great self denial; after that it grows Easier and easier—and at last your pile Breeds almost of itself left quite alone. How did I make the first ten thousand P Well, Simply by following out my principles— Not yours. Oh no 1 Your principles were

fine. High, noble, anything you will, but then Purely unpractical. I took the world Just as I found it; strove not to amend Its many faults, but profit by them all— Made large professions, crouched and crept

and crawled, Put in my pocket all my pride—picked up Out of the dirtiest, so to speak, The dirtiest penny —not too proud for that; Bore all reviling patiently, bent low To kiss the band that etrnok me ; what 1

felt Within me I concealed, never gave voice To bitterness in empty words. Ah no Not such a fool: bided my time—talked soft— Was oimply sad to be misunderstood— Meant to do right, but was deceived by

knaves Who took advantage of my ignorance. Ah me ! Ah me ! ah, what a wicked world And then your splendid counters, too, I used, Had always in my mouth those sounding words— Truth, Honor, Justice, Duty, Honesty. Beproved false dealing, speaking; went to church, Prayed loudly, openly declared myself A miserable sinner; dropped my mite Into the poor box in the face of all; Let all my good deeds shine out before men, And wore a face of pure simplicity. #••••••• —“ Blackwood’s Magaaino.”