countenance, "then, sir, farewell!"

"Farewell!" he said, "and When this Cruel War is Over, pray that
we may meet again!"

"Nary!" cried Mabel, her eyes flashing warm fire,--"nary. None
but the Brave deserve the Sanitary Fair! A man who will desert
his country in its hour of trial would drop Faro checks into the
Contribution Box on Sunday. I hain't got time to tarry--I hain't
got time to stay!--but here's a gift at parting: a White
Feather: wear it in your hat!" and She was Gone from his gaze,
like a beautiful dream.

Stung with remorse and mosquitoes, this miserable young man, in a
fit of frenzy, unsheathed his glittering dry-goods scissors, cut
off four yards (good measure) of the Canada Line, and hanged
himself on a Willow Tree. Requiescat in Tape. His stick drifted
to My Country, 'tis of thee! And may be seen, in connection with
many others, on the stage of any New York theatre every night.

The Canadians won't have any line pretty soon. The skedaddlers
will steal it. Then the Canadians won't know whether they're in
the United States or not, in which case they may be drafted.

Mabel married a Brigadier-General, and is happy.

3.5. A ROMANCE--ONLY A MECHANIC.

In a sumptuously furnished parlor in Fifth Avenue, New York, sat
a proud and haughty belle. Her name was Isabel Sawtelle. Her