Oh, Horace, Horace! what ever shall we do ?" "God reigns, dearest; let that comfort you and all of us," he said, in moved tones.

"It is dreadful, dreadful! Brothers, friends, neighbors, with hearts full of hatred and ready to imbrue their hands in each other's blood and for what?
That a few ambitious, selfish, unscrupulous men may retain and increase their power; for this they are ready to shed the blood of tens of thousands of their own countrymen, and bring utter ruin upon our beautiful, sunny South." "Oh, papa, surely not!" cried Elsie; "these papers say the war cannot last more than three months." "They forget that it will be American against American.

If it is over in three years, 'twill be shorter than I expect." Elsie was weeping, scarcely less distressed than Rose.
"We will, at least, hope for better things, little wife," her husband said, drawing her to him with caressing motion.

"What do your letters say ?" "They are full of the war; it is the all-absorbing theme with them, as with us.

Aunt Adelaide's is very sad.