te a moment, but stole gently back and
regained his comrades.

Then striking through the flowery fields that stretched away toward
the wood in the rear, he commenced searching for the path that led
from the woods in a direction opposite to that whence he had come,
without disturbing the inmates of this peaceful mansion. Finding this
path on the other side, the party entered and hastily kept on, in
order to intercept the guerilleros, whom they still hoped to fall in
with. In these hopes they were not disappointed, for emerging from the
woods near Medellin they came upon the guerilleros, with whom they had
a sharp skirmish. Rolfe and his party were successful, killing two of
the guerrilla and taking the same number prisoners.

The young girls continued their pleasant pastime, little dreaming how
near to them had been these strange and warlike visiters.

I WANT TO GO HOME

BY RICHARD COE, JR.

"I want to go home!" saith a weary child,
That hath lost its way in straying;
Ye may try in vain to calm its fears,
Or wipe from its eyes the blinding tears,
It looks in your face, still saying--
"I want to go home!"

"I want to go home!" saith a fair young bride,
In anguish of spirit praying;
Her chosen hath broken the silver cord--
Hath spoken a harsh and cruel word,
And she now, alas! is saying--
"I want to go home!"

"I want to go home!" saith the weary soul,
Ever earnest thus 'tis praying;
It weepeth a tear--heaveth a sigh--
And upward glanceth with streaming eye
To its promised rest, still saying--
"I want to go home!"

THE HUMBLING OF A FAIRY.

BY G. G. FOSTER.

The Princess Dewbell was confessed to be the queen of the ball,
notwithstanding that the beauty and grace and wit of the whole realm
were there, for it was the birth-night festival of the fairy princess,
and her royal father, with all a parent's fond pride, had exhausted
invention, and impoverished extravagance, to give _eclat_ to the
occasion. The walls of his ancestral palace were sparkled all over
with dew-drops, which a troop of early bees had spent all the summer
mornings in collecting and preserving in the royal patent
dew-preserver, invented by one of the native geniuses of the realm.
These brilliant mirrors, flashing in the light of ten thousand
fire-flies of the royal household, whose whole lives had been expended
in learning how