THE WISCONSIN



THE HOME.



RUIGING WATER FROM THE WELL.

Early on a mummer's morn,
  While the lark was singing sweet,
  Came, beyond the anctent farmhouse.
  Bounds of lightly tripping feet.
  Twas a lowly cottage maiden,
  Going, why let young hearts tell,
  With her homely pitcher laden,
  Bringing water from the well.

  Shadows lay athwart the pathway.
  All along the quiet lane,
  And the breezes of the Dmorning
  Moved them to and fro again.
  tier the bhadow, .'er the sunshine,
  passed the maidcn of the farm.
  with a charmed heart within her,
  Thinking of jit ill ni r harm.

  Pleasant, esrely, were Tier musingd,
  For the nodding leaves in vain
  Songht to press their bright'ning imnage
  On her ever busy braln.
  Leaves and joyous birds went by hcr.
  Like a dim, half waking drein,
  And tier soul was only conscious
  Or life's gltdd,,st summer glean..

  At th, old lanes sha.1y turning,
  Lar a well of water bright,
  Singing soft its hallelujshs
  To the gracious morning light;
  Per,, leaves, broad, and green, bent o', it,
  Where its silver droplets fell,
  And the fairies dwelt beside it,
  In the spotted foxglove hell.

  Back she bent the shading frni-leaves.
  Dipped the pitch r in the tide-
  Drew it, with the dripping waters
  Flowing o'er Its glaaed side.
  But before her arm could place it
  On her shiny, wavy hair,
  By her side a youth was standing
  Love rejoiced to see the pair.

  Tones of tremulous emotion
  Trailed upon the morning breeze,
  :lentle word, of heart's devotion
  Whispered 'neath the anciest trees
  But the holy, blessed secrets
  It becomes me not to tell;
  Life haT o uet another meaning-
  Fetching water from the well'

  Down the rural lane they sauntered.
  Ile the burtbened pitcher bore;
  She with dewy eyes down looking
  Grew more beauteous than before I
  When they neared the silent homestead.
  Up he raised the pitcher light,
  Like a fitting crown he placed It
  On her bead of wavelets bright.

  Emblem of the coming burdens
  That for love of him she'd bear.
  Calling every burden blessed,
  If his love but lighten there.
  Then, still waving benedictions.
  Further-further off he dres,
  While thb shadow seemed a glory
  That across the pathway grew.

  Now about the household duties
  Silently the maiden went,
  And an ever radiant halo
  With her daily life was blent.
  Little knew the ancient matron.
  As her feet like music fell,
  What abundant treasure found she.
  Fetching water from the well.



  FARMME R.

       [From the State JournaL]
  Sight4Seing at the Xetropolis.

            NEw YORK, June 8, 1863.
itor of State Journal: Since my letter of
ays ago we have about finished up the
city. We were wise enough to begin
8uch places as the Five Points and the
s, reserving the agreeable for later im-
ons.  The lInes and alleys and rag
ation are said to have undergone won-
ly renovating changes in the past dozen
. As it is, notwithstanding the vast
, of human and Christian benevolence
ded in Industrial Schools, Mission Sab-
Schools, Homes for the Friendless, Guar-
Societies, Bible Readers, the cheapness
Lp and abundance of water, New York
y spreads out a mission field from which
e need turn to the jungles of the Old
I.

e magnificence of this emporium of the
h and art of the American continent has
written all over. Have we, the little
of' Madison people of whom I spoke in
ast, seen it all ?  Haven't we! Every
building, bridge, manufactory; all the
L and secrets of the Navy Yard, includ-
,dmiral Paulding and the inside of one
e turrets of the Roanoke through the
i entrance of a port-hole; all the big
inery in town, to the almost live intel-
ce of the Tribune Power Press; all the
1] editorial sanctums and their inmates;
lim and his babies; asked the price of
thing at Stewart's and the India; looked
ery thousand dollar shawl and pair of
t baby shoes on Broadway; spent whole
ings at bookstores, afternoens at schools
sign, and evenings at picture galleries;
Cotapaxi as often as we could; had on
e diamonls in Maiden Lane once; yes-
y, our last Sabbath in the city, said
ers in the morning amid the solemn chant
choral of Trinity, and in the evening
d ourselves floating away into the most
htful of tranquilities by the music of
re at the Church of the Messiah.
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