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"Who would tell us stories? Yes, sure enough. Some little one who knows all about the merits of a grandmother, has taken that question out of our mouth. Cannot grandmother tell us stories? Guess she can! Stories about old times, when Washington and our grandfathers were fighting for our liberties. Stories about the Indians. Stories about clearing away the woods that used to be where the best fields now are, yea where the house now stands. Stories about going ten miles to mill, fifteen miles to church, and fifty miles for salt and plaster. Stories about robbers, who dwelt and skulked in the mountains when grandfather used to haul flour and wheat to the distant city, long, long before railroads were known. Stories

"Stories about Jesus Christ !" of course; I was just about to mention that, yes stories about Christ-how He was born in a stable, and cradled in a manger, where the cattle were feeding-how He grew up in wisdom and stature, and in favor with God and man--how He took little children in his arms, blessed them, saying, of such is the kingdom of heavenhow He was pleased as the children sang, "Hosanna!" when he entered into Jerusalem. Then with what deep feelings she can tell

The shameful story,

How the Jews abused their King!

Nor does she leave it unapplied to the young hearts that hang so attentively upon her lips, but says:

'Twas to save thee, child, from dying,
Save my dear from burning flame,

Bitter groans and endless crying,

That thy blest Redeemer came!

May'st thou live to know and fear Him,
Trust and love Him all thy days;

Then go, dwell forever near Him,

See His face and sing His praise.

Besides this, the best of them all, grandmother knows other Bible stories almost without end. It would take more than half a Sunday to tell them all. Then too, she shows the pictures. There they are in her large Bible, printed a hundred years ago in Germany, or some other country afar off. There are no such Bibles made now I, assure you! On the first page, what large curiously turned, red letters-each one as good as any picture made now-a-days.

"How were they made ?" Yes, that is what many a boy would like to know. Grandmother cannot tell that; but she is no book-maker, and you must not expect that she knows all things. But she can tell you that the red, of which they are made, is like the blood of Christ which was shed for the sins of the world! But there is a picture on the same page; she can tell you what that is, and all about it. That old man, with a long white beard, a robe over him, a long staff in one hand and sandals on his feet; that is Moses. That broad plate on one end of which his hand is placed, and on which are letters and figures, is the table of stone on which the law is written. Grandmother cannot read those strange letters; but she can tell you that they mean the Ten Commandments, and she knows them all " by heart." Very likely she has often told you one of them, and perhaps will now repeat it again.

It is this: "Honor thy father and thy mother, that thy days may be long upon the land which the Lord thy God giveth thee."

That other picture, lower down on the same page-you know what that is. It is our Saviour on the cross! That is the one which grandmother loves to speak about. Do not be in a hurry, for you have time enough to see all the rest. Let her tell the whole story again. It will do her good to tell it, for her heart always softens as she proceeds; and it will do you good to hear it, for it will show you what a fearful evil sin is, which cost such sufferings.

"Now we go on," says grandmother, as she turns over the leaf. "Jesus had to die because man sinned. These are our first parents, Adam and Eve, eating the forbidden fruit." Then she tells the whole story. There is the Ark which good Noah built to save his family, when God brought the deluge on the world to destroy the wicked. There is Abraham offering up Isaac. See the boy lying on bundles of sticks ready for the flame-Abraham's uplifted arm with a knife--the ram caught in the bushes near by. There is the high priest dressed in beautiful garments. There are the altars of burnt-offering and of incense. There is the great brazen laver. There is fearful Moloch, with his ox-head and horns, his hollow breast of flame and fire, and the little child in his arms! Thank God that you are not a heathen.

On all these grandmother dwells at length, and the children listen with joyful interest. We have not time to tell you all she says. If you have a grandmother about the house which we hope you may have--just ask her, and if she is pious-which we hope she is-she will tell you all about all of them.

"If she is pious"—we just now said; and this reminds us of what we thought of saying long ago. It is this: We showed in the beginning of this little article, that there are only two grandmothers mentioned in the Bible; and of these, one was pious and the other not. This shows that there was at least one wicked grandmother in the world long ago. It was a sad thing for her grand-children to have such a grandmother It is true the one we mentioned, Asa, was pious nevertheless. What a wonder! But it only shows that sometimes children may be better than their parents. Yet, what a shame for an aged person, and especially a grandmother, to be wicked!

But we intended to say, that there are still some grandmothers that are not as pious as they ought to be. How much their grand-children lose by this! No pretty Bible stories do they hear. No kind Saviour are they taught to love! What is worse, if the grandmother is not pious, very likely the mother is not; for as we have already quoted from the Scriptures, "As is the mother, so is her daughter!" When neither the mother nor grandmother is pious what can we do but pity the children! We can only hope and pray that in such cases some kind Sabbath School teacher will take care of the little ones, and tell them Bible stories which they hear not at home.

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Have you, my young reader, a pious grandmother? Be thankful for the blessing, and treat her kindly as you do your own mother. quickly and cheerfully what she bids you do. Answer pleasantly when she speaks to you; and always lay earnestly to heart her counsels and admonitions. She will soon be gone, and then the re

membrance of any unkindness shown to her will bring you tears instead of joy.

Perhaps it is with you as it is with us your grandmothers were already dead when you were born, or died further back than your recol. lection extends. Then plant flowers on her grave and devoutedly say: "Rest in peace!" Then endeavor to be and do everything that you believe she would have taught you to be and do, if she had lived to instruct and please you in her old age.

This we say in conclusion: The Lord deal kindly with you, ye silent ones in the land! Not long will you be with us. With a kind of pleas ing sadness, we see you sitting somewhat lonely but with sweet content, in the calm evening of a long, eventful, and useful life; but our heart rejoices to see the richness of that sun-set glory which falls full on your serene countenances, the prophecy of your coming glorification. Bless us!-bless your children and grand-children before you depart. Yet once more bless them with such a prayer as only a grandmother can offer. Bless them! and when your head is cold in the grave, and your lips speak no more, it shall be said as it was of Joseph in old time whom his aged father blessed Thy blessing hath prevailed above the blessings of my forefathers, unto the utmost bounds of the everlasting hills, and it shall be on my head as a crown!

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THE BATTLE OF WATERLOO-BY AN EYE WITNESS.

BY REV. D. WILLERS

(Third Article.)

THE night was short and the morning made an early appearance. At this time of year in the month of June, in Flanders, as well as in Northern Germany, there is, what we call "twilight" or "nachtliche Dammerung," and it is about as light, during the whole night, as between sun-set and evening. At three o'clock in the morning we were roused again from our short slumber, to activity, and the discharge of musketry reminded us that we were on the battle field. It was a bright morning in nature, but it was not a criterion for the whole day, for the afternoon was cloudy and rainy, not only in the kingdom of nature, but likewise in human affairs. But, as a person, being much fatigued in the evening, does not go very brisk to work in the morning, so it was with us. Circumstances however had changed, since the last afternoon. As we had made the entrance of the forest, and were no more in a free field or open plain, cannon fire was not very suitable, and therefore, muskets and and rifle fire, was the order of the forenoon. The attack was no more made by Tiralleurs, but rather by detachments. Every company sent out 12 men, or every battalion about 50 men, to advance, whilst the main army was inactive. These detachments were changed every hour, and in eight hours every man in a company was in active battle and en

gagement. When the hour was expired, about three-eighths of the detachment were either killed or wounded. There was no advancement, during the whole morning of the 17th of June. Our ranks were slowly diminished. In all the misery, however, we had some funny moments to cheer us up. It seems as long as man lives, he is concerned about his property. This was the case with the shoemaker of our company. A good many soldiers owed him, either for making or mending shoes, and if one of them was killed he would say: "Again two shillings (achtgute groschen) gone, or one or three shillings, as the circumstances were. Sometimes it produced a loud laughter, till, all at once, the tune was changed. The old shoemaker himself, was hit by a rifle ball in his head, fell dead to the ground, and all the debts were paid.

Our position was an unfriendly one. No advance and no retreat in the forest, but a continual decline in numbers. Our sixty cartridges were used up, and we received another sixty. The fight continued till noon, when suddenly a silence prevailed, that a devotional mutitude could have commenced to sing without interruption:

Befehl du deine Wege,

And alles was dich krankt
Des weisen Naterphlege,
Des der den Weltkreis lenkt.

At any rate, the enemies did not fire any more, yea disappeared; and as we saw no enemy any more, we ceased also to discharge our muskets. We did not know what this meant? Of course, we thought we would now advance, but no such command was given. Lieutenant General Von Alten had no orders from Field Marshal Wellington to advance, and so we kept quietly our position. We would have had time now to eat, but as stones did not change into bread, we had to do without it. This mysterious condition continued for two hours, till two o'clock in the afternoon, when an Aide de Camp approached from Lord Wellington, to announce to General Von Alten, that he should make a retreat with his division, on the turnpike, leading toward Brussels.

This news should have reached us at twelve o'clock, at the time when the French fire ceased, for then Wellington's army commenced its retreat. So we were two hours behind the time. The German troops, it seems, were rather considered by the English Aid de Camp, as a shade below par. This retreat wants an explanation.

Napoleon, at the head of 122,000 men and 350 cannons, had issued, as usual, his proclamation to his soldiers, and had concluded on the 15th. of June to give battle to the Prussian Field Marshal Blucher, whose head quarters was at Namur. He would have taken the Prussian army by surprise, had not a drum-major, with two of his companions, and General Bourmont and Clouet and Villontreys, with two officers, deserted the French army, and appeared before Blucher to develop to him the Emperor's plans. So the Prussians, in all haste, prepared for battle. They disputed the passage of the French army, which was divided in three columns, at the river Sambre, a river well known to me. The Prussians were driven to Charleroi. A second French corps passed the Sambre, at Marchiennes, Department du Nord, where in 1816, we were stationed for more than a year. Here the Prussians were again beaten, and retreated to the heights of Fleurus, where they were again conquered.

Here followed the affairs of "Quatre bras and Ligny." Where the Prussians had fought in the morning, we stepped in their footsteps, the same afternoon. Blucher directed his attention towards Ligny. Two hundred pieces of cannon covered the battle field with blood, as with a deluge, and Ligny was seven times taken and retaken. The loss of the Prussians was considered 25,000 men. That of Napoleon 5000 and several generals, amongst others General Gerard. Blucher here had a close escape. Whilst the French curassiers had closely pursued him, and seeing that he would be taken captive by them, he fell from his horse, and not known by them, was numbered amongst the dead, when afterwards he escaped again. Here the Prince of Brunswick was killed and many officers of high rank. Ligny and Hamand, the latter place well known to me, were heaped with the dead and wounded. The French General Ney, meanwhile had attacked the Scotch, English and Germans, at Quatre bras, as already noticed, but not to Napoleon's satisfaction, for if Ney would have conquered the English and Germans, at Quatre bras, as the Prussians were at Ligny, the victory would have been decided in favor of Napoleon.

As Marshal Blucher was defeated, Napoleon ordered Marshal Grouchy with thirty-six thousand men, to pursue him on his retreat, and to keep the English and Prusssian army separate.

But to come back to our retreat on the 17th, at 2 o'clock, P. M. It has often been urged that Wellington retreated at "Quatre bras," on account of necessity. This was not the case. Wellington did not wish to fight the French into the woods, but wanted an open field for battle, and before he ever gave battle to Napoleon, he had already chosen Waterloo as the battle field, and to that field he wanted to retreat. Wellington and Blucher agreed, on the morning of the 16th of June, that he, Wellington, would retreat to the field of Waterloo, and there give battle to Napo leon, and keep his position there, until Blucher would come to assist him, and finish the destiny of Napoleon. I have this story from the mouth of Captain Henneberry, an Aid de Camp of Brigadier and Colonel Berger. Colonel Berger was, at the time of the battle, Aid de Camp to General Lieutenant Von Alten, and I heard Colonel Sckopp relate the same. Our retreat next time.

BABY TALK.-I am not exalting trifles, when I remark that what is termed baby talk, at least when addressed to children old enough to understand and imitate it, it is detestable. The parents must remember that when the child can comprehend one word, its education is begun. The mother, especially, is called to officiate as professor of languages in the domestic university. But who, in teaching a foreigner in the English language, would say to him, that until he becomes farther advanced, be must call a horse a "horsey," and a dog a "bow-wow," and that for the present he will address his maternal parent as his "mudder." This seems sufficiently ridiculous, but this is not all: it would be unjust to the learner. It would teach him pronunciations which he must unlearn as laboriously as he learned them. You would thus in fact double his task.

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