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Tears,  tears ?   .Hut what  care  T  for  tears ?
                                        Fears,  fears ?   T  laugh  and  mock  at fears ■
                                                   The  tears  T  freeze,
                                                   No  fears  appease ;
                                        I  skin  the  browj  I  pale  the  cheek,
                                        I  still  the  laughter,  hush  the  shriek.


                                        Since time be^an  I’ve  crushed  and  killed—
                                        More,  more!    My  nmw  is  never filled;
                                                   T  take  the  worst,
                                                   The  sin-iKCiirsed,
                                        I  take  the  best,  give  all blank  rest,
                                        I  grin  a:id  swallow  them with  zest,

                                        1-Jack,  back !   Thir.k'st thou  to play the cheat?
                                        Can  I  Dl  bo Light?   Can  1  be  beat?
                                                   'They  near  my  cry—
                                                   They  faint,  they  die!
                                        O  Godlike  man,  0  chain-bound  slave,
                                        Conic  here !   Thy master  is the grave!
                                                                            H r'NRY  D a v e  xro r t .




                                               A  HATTERV  IN  MOT  ACTION.

                          f'.Lhiii  t h r i l l  it] ft  d e s c r i p t i o n   s 'u o u k l  bi:  “ Cyd  w i t h   g r e a t   an in tA l.ion  atir?  wll.li  r a l h e i
                                                        rapi<J  cn un ciiili 0  n. ]
                           D   TD you  ever  see  a  bnttery take  position ?
                                  It  hasn't the  thrill  of  a  cavalry  chaise,  nor  the  primness  of  a
                                  line  of bayonet.; moving slowly and determinedly on, but there  is
                           a peculiar  excitement  about  it  that  makes  old  veterans  rise  in  their
                           saddles  and  cheer.
                             We  have been             at  the  edge  of  Lhc  woods.   Every cartridge-
                           box  lias  been  emptied  once  or  mure,  and  one-fourth  of  the  brigade
                           h;js  melted  5 way  in  dead  and  wounded  and  missing.   Not  a ebeer  is
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