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Poor Thomas afterwards gallantly fell terey, he was accidentally killed in the mortally wounded at the taking of the plaza of that city, after its surrender, by Bishop's Palace, at the battle of Mon- his horse falling with him while under terey, as brave a soldier as ever faced an

full gallop. enemy

“Sam Reid," as he is familiarly called Randolph Ridgely, who graduated at by his friends, is still living, and in spite West Point, in 1837, was brevetted cap- of age, retains the same jovial, genial tain for distinguished services at the bat- reputation as a bon ami and accomplished tles of Palo Alto and Resaca de la Palma, gentleman which distinguished him in on the 8th and 9th of May, 1846. After his younger days, having attained an heroically serving his battery at Mon- eminent position in his legal profession.

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AM bed-ridden. The world, to my me, or as the light shifts when the day bodily eyes, is bounded by the four dies or when mists and rain hang a magic sides of a window sash, across which veil between them and me.

And yet I I have caused my bed to be placed. know, when I choose to know-but I The picture is limited in scope, perhaps, oftener prefer to ignore the fact—that this but the landscape is very lovely, and not lovely stretch of meadows is bounded on without human interest, too, for human three sides by this widespread old Dutch figures make their entrances and exits town; that it is only the three apple-trees now and then, with suggestions of their in my neighbor's back-yard that hide from little dramas, while there are always the sight the busy streets whose discords cattle browsing near or far, the birds fly- penetrate the leaves to my open window ing across, and the ceaseless cawing of the on warm days; that the pine woods whose crows. In the lower left-hand corner of depths seem to hide the secrets of the the pane a grass-grown lane winds into primeval forest are but a clump of trees sight, keeping an appearance of directness left standing just on the hither side of until it reaches, about midway up the the long rows of cheap cottages where glass, the bars that let into a field. On the city has pushed out a new street. I a little further is a stile, and from there know, too, that this municipal octopus the lane becomes a somewhat wayward will some day stretch its great feelers path straggling through several fields right across my picture, and where those and along by a rushing little brook, mild-eyed Alderneys are cropping the last which presently it crosses, and at length lingering tid-bits of second-growth clover, melts away, near the upper sash, into back-yards will plant the weekly linen a pine wood nearly a quarter of a mile and all the sordid details of poverty's away.

As the western sun slants over house-keeping. But why do I care? I my picture it seems a thousand miles shall not live to see it, for the goodly at least from the streets and the busy acres will hardly get into the clutches of ways of men. I lose myself every the real-estate agents before I have enday beneath the shadow of these mys- tered on the long rest, and meanwhile I am terious pines, and the faint line of hills grateful to the obstinate owner who has beyond are the Rocky Mountains, the so long preserved to me my landscape. Alps, or the blesed hills that bound A staunch old Dutch woman, with all the land of Beulah, as the mood seizes the obstinacy of tha' inheritance, Madame


Suydam always stoutly refused to sell lie by my window. Night and morning an inch of the farm of her forefathers. the farm-boy drives the cows down the Intact it came to her, and intact she lane, through the bars, and across by the would leave it, if the city taxes demand winding path to the pasture, and I follow half the yearly increase. The homestead him for a field, but I go on farther than I cannot see, because the wall of my house they. As the cows turn into the pasture and the bed-head inconveniently inter- lot, and the boy comes whistling home vene, but it is said to be a huge white- again, I keep on by the brown-eyed washed structure of limestone, in the brook, over the foot-bridge, and so on to North-River Dutch style. I like to fancy the edge of my pine trees where the faint it resembles its owner, with her square, afterglow of sun-down sets them in black sturdy back and white-capped head. I relief against the sky. Just there nestles wander with her every day as she tramps a tiny house, and as the lamp is lit I am back and forth across my picture about saved from the disappointment of losing her business, now to the hen-house, then its outlines in the gathering darkness. to the barns, and so back across the gar- All through the night, sometimes, I keep den to the kitchen door. Her face is broad vigil with the poor wife and mother who and dark, with a mild and even amiable sits by that light, sewing on little garexpression, but there is stamped upon her ments and waiting for dreaded footsteps features-or is it in the eyes?-a look of that come stumbling home toward mornindomitable obstinacy such as one seldom ing. It is here that poor Annie Suydam encounters save in one of her race. The waits for the forgiveness and help that nation that has for centuries sat behind never come across the fields from the old its great dykes resisting the untiring whitewashed stone house. I can only siege of the ocean has absorbed into blood sigh out my sympathy, for the doors of and bone and muscle the birthmarks of the mother's heart and home that closed the ancestral struggle.

against her had each their lintels set in You might kill and burn a Hollander, stone, and nothing short of a batteringbut his stubbornness would remain in his ram could gain entrance for her through ashes, and I dare say, if scattered, they either. It would be difficult to say what would fly against the wind.

the poor girl could have done in her sad So it came about that when Madame plight, with the twin babies on her hands, Suydam's only child disobeyed and de- if it were not for a sum of money suffified her by running away and marrying cient for the family necessities that was a rather ne'er-do-well dry-goods clerk, sent her every month through a Western the door of the maternal heart, as well as lawyer. Annie said it probably came the old divided oak with the brass knock- from an eccentric old uncle who lived er that did service for the maternal home, “out there somewhere." All this the banged shut against the young sinner, minister's wife told me, for I knew neither and no amount of persuasion from well- Madame Suydam nor her daughter. She meaning friends could open either en- also told me of a mysterious basket that trance. It was of no avail that the was left almost every week on the doorminister came and prayed with the old step, containing all sorts of comforts and lady to soften the hard heart, or that his luxuries: cakes and apples; once, when wife came year after year to plead the Annie was ill, a bottle of wine; little poor girl's sufferings as matters went garments for the twins and various dainfrom bad to worse. The husband lost his ties for the table. Of this donation there position and took to drinking, and the was no explanation, save it must be the wife had hard work to get food for the gift of a kind friend too delicate to offer two little mouths that now increased the openly what could be accepted thus withfamily needs; but still the old widowed out obligation. mother in her great empty house would One day in late autumn I lay drinknot yield an inch to the undutiful daugh- ing in the loveliness of the tremulous, ter.

“She made her bed, let her lie on haze-covered landscape, and watching it; I told her how it would be.” That was Madame Suydam pick hops. The old all she would ever say:

white horse, guided by the farm-boy, This story is much in my mind as I was ploughing the garden. Presently the kitchen-maid came out wiping her the day, and I looked no more through hands in her apron, and took the place the window until dark came on and the of her mistress at the hop-vine, where it moon, standing over the pines, made a swung its great masses of drooping green shining path like a bond between the tassels from the poles. Then Madame small house and mine. The inexplicaSuydam sat down on an inverted hen- ble hardness and obstinacy I had witcoop close by, and drew out her knit- nessed made a sore spot in my heart, ting. Thus she killed at least three and I pondered the matter with bitterbirds with one stone, for she had a vigi- ness that was deepened by the recolleclant eye. I wondered if it was vigilant tion of those pretty baby-faces through enough to see all that penetrated my the pickets, until the clock struck midwindow to me: the violet hills over in night. Soon after, I was startled and the west, the quiver in the sunlight, the surprised to notice a figure steal up from warm green of the pines beyond the the corner of the window-pane and profields, the tiny house, and the two little ceed through the lane and so across the figures, just of a size, coming across the fields by the little path. The woman meadows, down by the bank, and so had a sunbonnet on that concealed her over the foot-bridge by the path. But face, and she carried a heavy basket. no; she was knitting away on the stock. She went on across the foot-bridge to ing, a little child's stocking, that was in the little house under the pines, where her hands. I remembered that the min- she paused an instant at the back porch ister's wife had told me of the old lady's and came back empty-handed. All this ceaseless charity to the poor.

I was enabled to see by aid of the clear The children came on until they stood moonlight. There was not in the city close by the fence—their small faces, such another sturdy walk or a second framed in by yellow curls, pressed square back like that-it was Madame against the pickets, as the four blue Suydam! eyes watched curiously the proceedings So it was that I surprised the old lady's in the garden. I drew in my breath, secret, and regarded it as a confidence for I felt that a crisis had come, and I had no right to break. Let the minishere were—the twins! Their grand- ter's wife rail at the hard heart, let the mother could have touched them, they church suspend from its communion, as stood so near. She seemed suddenly to it did, the member whose cruelty was so become aware of their presence, for her unchristian, was it my place to infringe hands fell, and the stocking--the child's upon the privacy to which I was unstocking-slipped down her lap to her wittingly admitted? Should I have told feet as she looked up. Her face was that the Western uncle " was undoubtturned from me, so I could only guess edly the old mother, whose natural what was written on it. Did the chil- yearning circumvented her iron will ? dren look like her Annie? Surely, the Ought I to have borne witness to the strong old heart would melt now at midnight journies I made with her sight of those friendly baby smiles ! across the snowy fields all that winter,

The old woman rose slowly to her and the losing battles I fought in spirit feet; stood, for what seemed to my im- with her on the side of mother-love patience, an eternity; then stooped to against the obstinate old Dutch pride? pick up her work, and, turning, walked I thought not, and I am of the same swiftly into the house, shutting the opinion still. kitchen door with loud emphasis. The Madame Suydam seemed to age rapidly babies smiled on impartially, including now, and the night walk across the fields the old white horse and the farm-boy, took longer each time. One day, in the the girl picking hops, and I thought spring-time, they laid her away in the even me, in their friendly glances. By- church-yard, and I said that my little and-by they grew tired of it all, and world-picture would be lonely without hand in hand wandered back to the tiny her. house, where the mother-welcome was But it was not, after all; for Annie doubtless always warm and sweet. came to live in the stone house, and two

As for me, the charm was gone from yellow-haired laddies went tripping back


and forth over the grandmother's old seemed to feel a spirit-finger laid on my paths to the hen-house, then to the barn, lips. I whispered, inwardly, "Fear not; and so across the garden to the kitchen. you shall have your own way, even in

One day, in early summer, the minis- the grave. Your very ashes may blow ter's wife came. “What a blessing it against the wind for all my hindrance!" is,” she said, " that the worthless hus- To the minister's wife, I said, “Did band is at last dead, and poor Annie has you ever hear of any person who could come into the inheritance of her mother's cure his own hereditary insanity? And family. What a hard old wretch that did you ever know anything that could Madame Suydam was, to be sure! Ab- break or bend an obstinate Dutch will? solutely unrelenting to the last!" In this case I believe that the heart that

Should I break the seal of secrecy suffered most and broke at last was that between the dead woman and me? I of old Madame Suydam."

A. E. P. Searing.

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“When death cuts down a weed,

General Sherman, however, is the only one
Then death is kind;
When death cuts down a flower-

who is left of the wonderful trio—Grant, Ah! death is blind."

Sheridan and Sherman—the only one, in fact,

who is left of any of those who stood in the Twice since the August number of this front rank of our war heroes. magazine reached its readers has the Ameri- General Sheridan was a natural soldier. can heart felt the shock of national sorrow. At West Point he was not one of the brillTwo illustrious men have joined the vast iant students, but as soon as the practical majority, and have left only the memories of opportunity was afforded, he showed his the daring and noble deeds of the soldier, great fitness and superiority. The traits Philip Henry Sheridan, on the one hand, burst forth, as it were, that in the war for and, perhaps, the more tangible records of the preservation of the Union carried him the life-work of the novelist, the Rev. head and shoulders above his fellows, and Edward Payson Roe, on the other.

placed his name in history side by side with Bravery in a soldier is expected; but it is the greatest military leaders. He is well none the less admired. There are, however, known as the “ Dashing Young Lieutenant," battles in which human courage is without but while realizing how much depended avail. Science had already revealed to the upon out-and-out audacity, upon incessant mourning country the fact of his approach- vigilance, and upon untiring energy, he had ing end, when the hero of Cedar Creek, Five underneath all these prime requisites of a Forks and Winchester declared he “would successful cavalry leader the judgment and not die this time," and the words served sim- the power of self-control to decide when not ply to show that the old-time courage still to act. He could command himself as well remained, and that Grim Death himself was as his gallant army. not regarded by the brave soldier as uncon- He has always received the love and

respect of his countrymen, and it will always The Civil War in this country furnished be remembered with pride that the country, the opportunity to the men of its period through its representatives, made special to show their patriotism and courage and effort to show its appreciation of the soldier skill, and the array of distinguished names is by making him on his death-bed a full Genone of which our nation may well be proud. eral in the army.


Quite another kind of greatness is that of he appealed to a reader who, as a rule, would the author, and the Rev. Edward Payson fail to appreciate the artistic in literature. Roe was certainly one of the most popular We have all, at one time or another, heard authors of the day, if not one of the high- orators who were brilliant and artistic, and est from a strictly literary standpoint. With who thrilled their audience, but the matter Mr. Roe, writing books was a profession, in whose oration was quickly lost. We have and he laughingly acknowledged that he also heard the less artistic orator, who thrills wrote his books to sell them and to make because he talks right from his own heart money. He knew that his success lay in direct to the hearts of his audience. The touching the public heart, and he always same conditions prevail in novel writing, and kept this in view. But he also invariably Mr. Roe was without doubt the foremost in the embodied in his novels the lesson of the rank of the unartistic but honest fiction writgreat peace and resignation that true Chris- ers. What he wrote, his readers remembered, tianity will bring to every mind. Mr. Roe and he placed himself so completely in his did not attempt to write an artistic novel: books that his readers became his friends.


American Literature.

with material growth. We have a sound It was not an accident, nor a chapter of mind in a sound body. We have not lived accidents, which foreshadowed the United long as a people, yet we have a history worthy States of America as the typical representa- of study-a history full of advanced lessons tive of Americanism in the Western Hemi- for all the world. sphere. Innumerable causes, ethical, polit- But it is a mistake to suppose that the true ical and material, converged to the same end, life of the nation began with the Declaration of planting a nation which should be known of Independence. The sources of the imdistinctively, pre-eminently, as the Ameri- pulse which led to this historical issue may be can people. The same ruling causes con- traced further back; the idea was inchoate tinue to give direction to its development in the general mind long before-it was an and growth, though varied and modified in experience, in anticipatiou, of the first settlers their forms of expression. On a soil un- on the continent. affected by previous growths that might ex- A new world, a new atmosphere, a new haust or weaken its native richness and theatre of activity were requisite to give full strength, in a climate whose pure air had not play to the intellectual forces set free in been tainted by the decaying influences of Europe during the latter half of the sixteenth worn-out races, in conflict with the powers century. The new field was occupied, and of nature whose resistance was but a means simultaneously with this event, the human of provoking skill, strength and self-reliance, mind everywhere showed signs of new this American nation was born, bred and growths. With these growths the American brought to manhood.

mind began its career. Its significant Its development and growth has been in- and characteristic elements appear early in tellectual as well as material. The same tend- the history of civilized life on the North encies that led to and carried forward this American continent. It was not any form development and growth to such material of physical discomfort or suffering which proportions as to render it a distinct figure brought men of intellectual force and stamp among the nations of the world, have in to the New World, but rather the inspiration like measure contributed to the formation of larger privileges of thought and conduct. of the American mind-a positive realityThe minds of men emancipated themselves, a distinct individuality. No apparently un- and then began the rule of ideas, a free defavorable circumstances, no opposing causes, mocracy by divine right. no contrary or conflicting tendencies, no insidious influences, thus far have been able to It is, therefore, now nearly three hundred distort or warp its healthy growth. The most years since American literature made its first assuring evidence of the robust and healthful beginnings. Its founders were few and comcondition of the American mind is the fact that paratively unknown to the world as men of all foreign influences, life, customs, thought, thought. There was not a Milton, nor a that come to it are converted, assimilated and Des Cartes, nor a Luther among them. But made integral parts of a homogeneous char- there were those whose minds, fashioned by acter-a definite and symmetrical type. and filled with the free spirit of the poetry,

With no other nation in the world's his- the philosophy and the religious thought tory is it so true as with ours, that universal just then breaking upon the world, found intellectual development has kept even pace greater freedom for thought and action in

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