And What I Should Do, By The

When I Am Dead, No Pageant Train Shall Waste Their Sorrows At My Bier. Nor Worthless Pomp Of Homage Vain Stain It With Hypocritic Tear.

There Is No Sanctuary Of Virtue Like A Home.

Agriculture Seems To Be The First Pursuit Of Civilized Man. It Enables Him To Escape From The Life Of The Savage, And Wandering Shepherd, Into That Of Social Man, Gathered Into Fixed Communities And Surrounding Himself With The Comforts And Blessings Of Neighborhood, Country, And Home. It Is Agriculture Alone, That Fixes Men In Stationary Dwellings, In Villages, In Towns, And Cities, And Enables The Work Of Civilizations, In All Its Branches, To Go On.

There Were Speeches Made In Congress In The Very Last Session Before The Outbreak Of The Rebellion, So Ferocious As To Show That Their Authors Were Under The Influence Of A Real Frenzy.

In Conformity With These Designs On The City Of Washington, And Notwithstanding The Disastrous Results Of The Invasion Of 1862, It Was Determined By The Rebel Government Last Summer To Resume The Offensive In That Direction.