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“ Powers of mercy!" cried the deacon, “striking five' It's struck a hundred already."

“ Deacon Burberry!" cried the deacon's better half, who had hastily robed herself, and now came plunging down the staircase in the wildest state of alarm,“ what is the matter of the clock ?"

“Goodness only knows,” replied the old man.

"It's been in the family these hundred years, and never did I know it to carry on so before.”

Whiz! bang! bang! bang! went the clock.

“It 'll burst itself!” cried the old lady, shedding a flood of tears, “and there won't be nothing left of it.”

“It's bewitched,” said the deacon, who retained a leaven of New England superstition in his nature. “Anyhow," he said, after a pause, advancing resolutely toward the clock, "I'll see what's got into it."

“Oh, don't!" cried the daughter, affectionately seizing one of his coat-tails, while his faithful wife hung to the other.

Don't," chorused both the women together. “Let go my raiment !" shouted the deacon; "I ain't afraid of the powers of darkness."

But the women would not let go ; so the deacon slipped off his coat, and while, from the sudden cessation of resistance, they fell heavily on the floor, he darted forward and laid his hand on the door of the clock-case. But no human power could open it. Joe was holding it inside with a deathgrasp. The deacon began to be dreadfully frightened. He gave one more tug. An unearthly vell, as of a fiend in distress, came from the inside, and then the clock-case pitched head foremost on the floor, smashed its face, and wrecked its proportions.

The current of air extinguished the light; the deacon, the old lady, and Sally, fled up stairs, and Joe Mayweed, extricating himself from the clock, effected his retreat in the same way that he had entered. The next day all Appleton was alive with the story of how Deacon Barberry's clock ha.? been bewitched; and though many believed its version, some, and especially Joe Mayweed, affected to discredit the whole affair, hinting that the deacon had been trying the experiment of tasting frozen cider, and that the vagaries of the clock-case existed only in a distempered imagination.


JANUARY 1, 1863.
The carrier cannot sing to-day the ballads

With which he used to go
Rhyming the glad rounds of the happy New Years

That are now beneath the snow.
For the same awful and portentous shadow

That overcast the earth,
And smote the land last year with desolation,

Still darkens every hearth.
And the carrier hears Beethoven's mighty death-march

Come up from every mart;
And he hears and feels it breathing in his bosom,

And beating in his heart.
And to-day, a scarred and weather-beaten veteran,

Again he comes along,
To tell the story of the Old Year's struggles

In another New Year's song.
And the song is his, but not so with the story,

For the story, you must know,
Was told in prose to Assistant Surgeon Austin,

By a soldier of Shiloh,-
By Robert Burton, who was brought up on the Adams,

With his death-wound in his side;
And who told the story to the assistant surgeon

On the same night that he died.
But the singer feels it will better suit the ballad,

If all should deem it right,
To tell the story as if what it speaks of

Had happened but last night. • Come a little nearer, doctor,-thank you,—let me take the

сир; Draw your chair up,-draweit closer,-just another little sup! Maybe you may think I'm better; but I'm pretty well used

up, Doctor, you ve done all you could do, but I'm just a-going up! “ Feel my pulse, sir, if you want to, but it ain't much use to

try--" “Never say Chat,” said the surgeon, as he smothered down

a sigh; " It will never do, old comrade, for a soldier to say die!" * What you say will make no difference, doctor, when you

come to die.”

the same,

“Doctor, what has been the matter ?” “You were very faint,

they say; You must try to get some sleep now." “ Doctor, have I been

away?” Not that anybody knows of!" “Doctor,-doctor, please

to stay! There is something I must tell you, and you won't have long

to stay! I have got my marching orders, and I'm ready now to go; Doctor, did you say I fainted ?--but it couldn't ha' been so,For as sure as I'm a sergeant, and was wounded at Shiloh, I've this very night been back there, on the old field of

Shiloh! “This is all that I remember! The last time the lighter

came, And the lights had all been lowered, and the noises much He had not been gone five minutes before something called

my name: ORDERLY SERGEANT-ROBERT BURTON !' just that way it called

iny name. "And I wondered who could call me so distinctly and so slow, Knew it couldn't be the lighter, he could not have spoken so, And I tried to answer, ‘Here, sir!' but I couldn't make it go! For I couldn't move a muscle, and I couldn't make it go! “Then I thought: 'It's all a nightmare, all a humbug and a

bore; Just another foolish grape-vine,-and it won't come any more’; But it came, sir, not withistanding, just the same way as before: "ORDERLY SERGEANT-Robert Burton ! even plainer than

before. “That is all that I remember, till a sudden burst of light, And I stood beside the river, where we stood that Sunday

night, Waiting to be ferried over to the dark bluffs opposite, When the river was perdition and all hell was opposite ! "And the same old palpitation came again in all its power, And I heard a bugle sounding, as from some celestial tower; And the same mysterious voice said : ‘IT IS THE ELEVENTH


HOUR! " Doctor Austin! what day is this?” “It is Wednesday night, "Yes,-to-morrow will be New Year's, and a rigbt good time What time is it, Doctor Austin ?” “Nearly twelve." "Then


you know."

don't you go! Can it be that all this happened-all this-not an hour ago? “There was where the gunboats opened on the dark rebel

lious host; And where Webster semicircled his last guns upon the coast; There were still the two log-houses, just the same, or else

their ghost! And the same old transport came and took me over,-or its

ghost ! "And the old field lay before me all deserted far and wide; There was where they fell on Prentiss,-there McClernand

inet the tide ; There was where stern Sherman rallied, and where Hurlbut's

heroes died, Lower down where Wallace charged them, and kept charg.

ing till he died. “There was where Lew Wallace showed them he was of the

canny kin; There was where old Nelson thundered, and where Rousseau

waded in; There McCook sent’em to breakfast, and we all began to win;There was where the grape-shot took me, just as we began

to win. “Now a shroud of snow and silence over everything was

spread; And but for this old blue mantle and the old hat on my head, I should not have even doubted, to this moment, I was dead, For my footsteps were as silent as the snow upon the dead! “Death and silence !-death and silence! all around me as I

sped! And behold a mighty tower, as if builded to the dead, To the heaven of the heavens, lifted up its mighty head, Till the stars and stripes of heaven all seemed waving from

its head! "Round and mighty-based it towered,-up into the infinite -And I knew no mortal mason could have built a shaft so

bright; For it shone like solid sunshine; and a winding star of light Wound around it aud around it till it wound clear out oi

sight! "And, behold, as I approached it, with a rapt and dazzled

stare,-Thinking that I saw old comrades just ascending the great


Suddenly the solemn challenge broke of—'Halt, and who

goes there? 'I'm a friend,' J said, “if you are.' 'Then advance, sir, to

the stair!' “I advanced !-That sentry, doctor, was Elijah Ballantyne ! First of all to fall on Monday, after we had formed the line! *Welcome, my old sergeant, welcome! Welcome by that

countersign! And he pointed to the scar there, under this old cloak of

mine! “As he grasped my hand, I shuddered, thinking only of the

grave; But he smiled and pointed upward with a bright and blood

less glaive; “That's the way, sir, to head-quarters! What head-quar

ters?' 'Of the brave ! But the great tower?' 'That,' he answered, “is the way, sir,

of the brave !' "Then a sudden shame came o'er me at his uniform of light; At my own so old and tattered, and at his so new and bright. 'Ah!' said he, 'you have forgotten the new uniform to

night, Hurry back, for you must be here at just twelve o'clock to

night! “And the next thing I remember, you were sitting there,

and 1Doctor,--did you hear a footstep? Hark!-God bless you all!

Good-by! Doctor, please to give my musket and my knapsack, when To my son-my son that 's coming-he won't get here till

I die! "Tell him his old father blessed him as he never did before, And to carry that old musket—" Hark! a knock is at the

door“Till the Union—" See! it opens!- “Father! Father!

speak once more !"“Bless you !” gasped the old gray sergeant,-and he lay and

said no more!

I die,

HUMANITY.-COWPER. I would not enter on my list of friends (Though graced with polished manners and fine sense, Yet wanting sensibility) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.

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