His face darkened as he read, the frown and stern expression reminding Elsie of some of the scenes in her early days; but he handed the missive to Rose, remarking, in a calm, quiet tone, "My father expects me to be as strong a secessionist as himself." "But you're for the Union, papa, are you not ?" asked Horace.

"You'd never fire upon the Stars and Stripes--the dear old flag that protects us here ?" "No, my son.

I love the dear South, which has always been my home, better far than any other of the sections; yet I love the whole better than a part." "So do I!" exclaimed Rose warmly; "and if Pennsylvania, my own native State, should rebel against the general government, I'd say, 'Put her down with a strong hand'; and just so with any State or section, Eastern, Northern, Middle or Western.

I've always been taught that my country is the Union; and I think that teaching has been general through the North." "It is what my mother taught me, and what I have taught my children," said Mr.Dinsmore; "not to love the South or my native State less, but the Union more.

I was very young when I lost my mother; but that, and some other of her teachings, I have never forgotten." "There is, I believe, a strong love for the old Union throughout the whole South," remarked Mr.Travilla; "there would be no rebellion among the masses there, but for the deceptions practised upon them by their leaders and politicians; and it is they who have been whirling the States out of the Union, scarce allowing the people a voice in the matter." "I don't wonder at the indignation of the North over the insult to the flag," said Elsie; "nor the furor for it that is sweeping over the land." "I'd like to be there to help fling it to the breeze," cried Horace excitedly; "and to see how gay the streets must be with it flying everywhere.