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B w f t l a n i t a n h f r i t PUBLISHED EVERT SATUBDlT MORMINO, BY Osvtaij'Bad, ktgs •ddlttoaa to ear fcrn JOHN PORTER & SON, PLAIN AND FANCY Office, No. 5 Custom-House Block, O B T Y I* El , w.------n bow petptmd to «x«c«te wUM mbatibm aad BBBi I atom, HUT DKacBirriox of Job Work, rack M TERMS, Circulars, Bill-Heads, Cards, Blanks, If paid strictly in advance—per annum, $1,75 Vatalosaeo. PrwgmuaM, If payment is delayed 6 mos, “ 2,00 Shop Bills, Labels, Auotlon and Hand If not paid till the close of the year, 2,50 XT No paper will be discontinued until all abbeaba B ilk , SceM fca. oes are paid, unless at the option of the puplisher. PaMnhrtttantloo paid to (E7 Singlecopies, four cents—for sale.at the office. PRINTING IN COLORS! O ’ All letters end communications to be addressed B R O N Z IN O , h e . to the Publishers. ‘ One day I had been reading a story, in young lady to a piece of ham, if she will i white-headed, dirty-faced little fellow, who was WHY I WAS LATE. Honoring Parents. Capture of Blockade-runners. , rolling in the sunshine and scratching with his Liberty and Union, Now and Forever, which the heroine was, to use a common ex­ choose a bit.’ naked toes in the dirt, jumped up, and very I was hurrying homeward as rapidly as pos­ As a stranger went into the church-yard of The Navy Department has received intelli­ One and Inseparable.” pression, ‘ in a peck of trouble’ about a lover, What a delicious little supper that was ! I | willing agreed to show ne. On I started, with sible for several reasons. First, it was nearly a pretty little village, he beheld three children gence of the capture of the English schooner to whom her father was much opposed. A t am sure I never enjoyed such another one— a courageous heart, after my dirty little guide. dark and very cold; and second, the hour at a newly made grave. A boy about ten years St. George, with a cargo of salt, rum, t e ., by last love conquered ; and I closed the book for I was very hungry, and everything looked [ When 1 arrived at the hcuse, and had knocked, which was passing was not mine, but belonged of age was busily engaged in placing plats of the U. S. steamer Mount Vernon. The vessel tu rf about it, while a girl who was about two was attempting to run the blockade off New In­ with the expression, uttered aloud, of ‘ How so clean and inviting. Mrs. Lee, too, was I found my courage, like Bob Acres’, ’oozing to the children. So, as the clock on the big years younger, held in her apron a few roots of let, and was Bcized by our steamer close in with glad I am she married him !’ so hospitably pressing, which, as every one I out.’ It was by far the most respectable look­ steeple showed me that ten minutes were al­ ing mansion in the vilhge, and every thing wild flowers. The third child, still younger, Fort Fisher. Her master acknowledges having Who, Miss Laurie ?’ asked Susie Lee. knows, is pleasant to a child ; and, for the ready gone, I hurried on, brushing past all around showed that the owners were in com moderate people, and presently I was ringing was sitting on the grass,watching with thought­ ran the blockade several times. first time, also, I drank real tea, and hot A young gentleman and lady, about fortablo circumstances. my own door bell. I could hear the footsteps ful look the movements of the other two. They The schooner Nettle was captured by the U. whom I have been reading. B ut let me water. I heard a quick step :n the passage—a mo- ou the stairs and the little voices, though the wore pieces of crape on their straw hats, a few S. steamer South Carolina, about twenty-five tell you all the story.’ And I accordingly, ‘ Take another bit of this toast, ’tis so ment—and an old lady, with an open, pleasant door was shut. Little Bell spoke first when other signs of mourning, as are sometimes worn miles east of Port Royal, with a cargo of cotton in my childlike language, gavo her the sub­ thin you can eat more than one slice. You countenance, came to thi door. How my heart the door was opened : by the poor who struggle between their poverty mostly damaged. The captain and crew ad­ and their afflictions. mitted having ran out of Charleston a few will not ? Then, Susie, hand that plate of beat as she said • Good norning,’ and glaLced ‘Was you lost, mamma?’ stance of the tale. Susie’s head, as I spoke The girl began planting some of her wild flow­ nights previous. of the young girl’s grief, bent lower, and cake, and saucer of preserves ; you must try at my inquiringly. But she looked so fat and She is not very fond of gram mar,t but very good-humored, that I bok ‘ heart of grace,’ fond of me. ers around the head of the grave, when the On the night of the 10th inst., three vessels still more low over her sewing. Finally, as them.’ were captured while attempting to run the and when she asked me with a smile—‘ What ‘Oh no, dear,’ I answered her, ‘not lost at stranger thus addressed them : I brought my narrative to a close, by the I know that all these details, simple though do you wish, my little diughter?’ a l l; and as soon as I get a seat by the fire, I ‘ Whose grave is this, children, about which blockade of Charleston—a brig and schooner you are so busily engaged?’ question, ‘ Wouldn’t you have acted as she they be, are pleasing to you, my daughter ; ‘ I wish to see Mrs. Mirray, ma’am ,’ I stam­ will tell you what hindered me.” laden with salt, and a sloop with cotton. They were Bent North by Com’r Turner. did, Susie, if you loved any one ?’ but any one else would be heartily tired by mered out; and again ny little heart went pit­ Charley placed the little easy chair near the ‘ Mother’s grave, sir,’ said the boy. ‘ And did your father send you to place these The U. S. stermer New London reports the * She lifted her face, and I was surprised this time. I learned from the conversation a-pat, for I knew not wiat to say next. fire,—Iic’b a dear, thoughtful boy,—and Alice, flowers around your mother’s grave?’ capture on the 3d inst., of the British schooner to seo the mild eyes full of tears, and the between mother and daughter that Mrs. Lee • I am Mrs. Murray, ny dear. Come in, and Susie, and little Bell commenced helping, or, tell me your business, fir ’t is as cheap sitting if I tell the exact truth, I bad better say hin­ ‘ No sir, father lies here too and little Willie Tampico, bound from Sabine Pass to the Be­ generally pale face now flushed and stained had a son called John, at that time at sea ; and sister Jane.’ lize, 112 bales of cotton. by the drops which had been falling plente- and ’twas through him, aided by Susie’s as standing. Com in’—as she opened another dering, me in ‘getting off my things.’ door, and ushered me iito a neat little room ‘I stopped to buy a Bmall pair of shoes, chil­ ‘ When did they die ?’ On the 12th inst., the same vessel, off Sabine ously. simple earnings, that she derived her support. ‘ Mother was buried a fortnight yesterday Pass, picked up the officers and others of a T lie B attle Field.. nicely furnished, and loiking as bright as a new dren,’ I said, as I sat down. ‘ What is the matter ?’ questioned I sym The little house in which she lived also be­ pin. ‘Now,’ said Susie, 'if I aint glad. I ’ll just sir, but father died last winter—they all lie 11 boat while attempting to land. Among here.’ them was a Captain Charles Fowler, who com­ FBOM THE “ BLACK MOUBQLETAIRE”—1NOOIDSBY LEGENDS pathizingly ; my own eyes filling at her longed to her ; and she concluded, raising ‘ Now tell me what yiu wish.’ take my Sunday ones for every day, and not apparent grief. her eyes in thankfulness, * I am sure I ought ‘ You must not get aigry with me, Mrs. Mur­ bother with theso old ones any more.’ ‘ Then who told you to do this?’ manded the steamer Josiah Bell at the time of ‘ Nobody, sir,’ replied the girl. the capture of theMorniDg.Light. Fowler had Yes ! a battle’s a very nice thing when you’re fighting, ‘ Nothing—nnthing now. Forget that I to be grateful to God for his many blessings. ray, but 1 must tell you about Susie Lee. She ‘Would it not be well, Susie,’ I said, ‘to wait until you re sure mo suueo mo ioi ju u . They’appeared at'a^foss Tor an answer; but These same ups and downs are so very exciting. have been foolish enough to cry, for I was I owe no body ; and though I am not rich, sews for my mother, and is so good and so gen­ tle that we all love ter, <t home, very much.

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