MARION'S DINNER.-EDWARD C. JONES. A British officer, sent to negotiate an exchange of prisoners, was conducted into Marion's encampment. There the scene took place which is here commemorated. The young officer was so deeply affected by the sentiments of Marion, that he subsequently resigned his commission and retired from the British service. They sat on the trunk of a fallen pine, But Tom, with the sleeve of his cotton shirt, And then to the brook, with a step alert, The British officer tried to eat, But his nerves were out of tune, And ill at ease on his novel seat, Said he, you give me but Lenten fare, Perhaps with a Briton you will not share Then Marion put his potato down, He had to smile, for he could not frown, Upon roots we rebels dine, And in Freedom's service we draw no pay, Is that code of ethics thine? Then, with flashing eye and with heaving breast, He looked to the azure sky, And, said he, with a firm, undaunted crest, Our trust is in God on high! The hard, hard ground, is a downy bed, And noble and firm is the soldier's tread, The officer gazed on that princely brow, And upon that fallen pine, his vow, I will draw no sword against men like these, And the very blood in my heart would freeze, From Marion's camp, with a saddened mien, The Sons of Anak, his eyes had seen, No more on the tented field was he, SONG OF MARION'S MEN.-W. C. BRYANT. Our band is few, but true and tried, Our leader frank and bold; The British soldier trembles Its safe and silent islands Woe to the English soldiery On them shall light at midnight They grasp And they who stand to face us Are beat to earth again; And they who fly in terror deem A mighty host behind, And hear the tramp of thousands Upon the hollow wind. Then sweet the hour that brings release From danger and from toil; We talk the battle over, And share the battle's spoil. The woodland rings with laugh and shout As if a hunt were up, And woodland flowers are gathered To crown the soldier's cup. With merry songs we mock the wind That in the pine-top grieves, And slumber long and sweetly On beds of oaken leaves. 63 Well knows the fair and friendly moon The scampering of their steeds. Grave men there are by broad Santee, With smiles like those of summer, SHE MEANT BUSINESS. There is no reason why the inventor of a remedy to "cure the worst case of catarrh inside of five minutes" shouldn't feel it his duty to place a bottle of the same in every person's hand--" price twenty-five cents; no cure, no pay." Therefore, the long-legged chap who pulled a door-bell on John R. Street yesterday had none of that timidity in his bearing which characterizes rag-buyers, lightning-rod men, and solicitors for the fire sufferers. He had a good thing, and he knew it, and he wanted other folks to know it. When the door opened and a hard-featured woman about forty years of age confronted him, he pleasantly went to business, and asked: "Madam, is your husband ever troubled with the catarrh ?" "Can a man who has been dead seven years be troubled with the catarrh ?" she grimly replied. 66 But the children are liable to be attacked at any hour this season," he remarked. "Whose children?" "Yours, madam." "I never had any, sir! What brought you here, anyhow? Why do you come asking those questions?" 'Madam, I have compounded a remedy for the catarrh. It is a good thing. I'll warrant it to knock any case of catarrh sky-high in less than five minutes." "Well, sir, what's all this to me?" 66 Why, madam-why-" he stammered. "Do I look as if I needed any catarrh remedies?" she demanded, as she stepped out on the platform. "Madam, I would not for the world have you think that I thought you had the catarrh, but I suppose the fair and lovely can be attacked, as well as the strong and brave." "And what have I got to do with all that rigmarole? Who are you, sir, and what do you want?" 66 'Madam," he whispered, backing down one step, "I have compounded a remedy for the catarrh." "Whose catarrh ?" 'Madam, I am selling my catarrh—” "Where is your catarrh-where is it?" she interrupted. He got down on the second step and softly began: 66 ‘Madam, I have a sure cure for the catarrh, and I am selling lots of it." "Well, what do I care! Must you ring my door-bell to tell me that you are selling lots of catarrh medicine?" He got down on the walk, clear of the steps, and he tried hard to look beautiful around the mouth as he explained: "Madam, didn't I ask you if your husband was ever troubled with catarrh ?" "Yes, sir, and didn't I reply that he was dead? Do you want to see his grave, sir?" No, madam, I do not. I am sorry he 's dead, but my catarrh remedy can't help him any. Good-by, madam.” "Here, sir, hold on a minute!" she called, "what was your business with me?" Why, I have a remedy for the catarrh." So you said before." "I asked you if you didn't want to purchase, and-" "You are a falsifier, sir, you never asked me to purchase!" "Do-you-want-a--bottle?" he slowly asked. 66 Yes, sir: give me two of them: here's your money! Next time you want to sell your catarrh remedy, don't begin to talk around about the discovery of America. Here you've bothered me fifteen minutes, and put all my work behind, and it's good for you I didn't bring the broom to the door!" He retreated backward through the gate, his left eye squinted up and his mouth open. He shut the gate, leaned over it and looked long at the front door. By-and-by he said: "Well, well! You can never tell where to find 'em." -Detroit Free Press. TALE OF A TEMPTATION.-ALICE HORTON. His love was mine no more, mother, I saw it in his eyes; You wondered why my cheek was pale; I would not tell a lie; me die? So I lay on your heart and cried, mother, an exceeding bitter cry. A maiden's heart is lightly won-he won mine in a day; My world had never seemed so fair-he was the world to me; There are who pray, "From sudden death deliver us, good I dare not pray that prayer, lest God should take me at my word, And send me awful lingering, with pains of death deferred. I saw the rosy dawn, mother, cloud over gradually; |