disposition of the authorities toward him, his strong convictions and his active temperament will hardly permit him to remain idle during the deadly peril of the nation. THE TWO SOUTHERN MOTHERS. Heard you not the din of battle, Cannon's roar, and musket's rattle, Clash of sword, and shriek of shell, Victor's shot, and vanquished's yell? Saw you not yon scene of slaughter, Human blood poured out like water; Northern valor, Southern pride, Stern resolve on either side? Cheering on his flagging men, Rallying to the charge again, Comes a bullet, charged with grief, Strikes the brave Confederate chief. Down he falls, amid the strife, Horses trampling out his life: Scarce can his retreating force Find and save his mangled corpse. Home they bore him to his mother-- He was all she had--none other: Woful mother! who can borrow Words to paint her frantic sorrow? As she mourned her slaughtered brave, Came and spake her aged slave, Came, and spake with solemn brow: 'Missis, we is even, now. 'I had ten, and you had one; Now we're even--all are gone: Not one left to bury either-- Slave and mistress mourn together. '_Every one of mine you sold_-- Now your own lies stark and cold: To the just Avenger bow-- Missis! I forgive you _now_.' Thus she spoke, that sable mother; Shuddering, quailed and crouched the other. Yea! although it tarry long, PAYMENT SHALL BE MADE FOR WRONG! DIARY OF FRANCES KRASINSKA; OR, LIFE IN POLAND DURING THE EIGHTEENTH CENTURY. Friday, _January 3d_. My patience, or rather my impatience, has not been exposed to any very severe trial: I have seen the prince royal twice. He recognized me; how childish I was to doubt it? Why should I think him less skilful than myself; and under what dress could I mistake him? On New Year's day, just as I was writing in my journal, the palatine came into my room, and said: 'Fanny, you have surpassed my expectations; you have been perfect in everything; your dress, and still more your manners, at the ball, have charmed every one; you have pleased universally, and even persons of the highest rank. I have just returned from court, where, with the senators and ministers, we presented our homage to his royal majesty: his royal highness the Duke of Courland took me aside to tell me that he had never seen anything comparable to you. 'Were it not for the court etiquette,' added he, 'which forces me to pass the first day of the year with the king my father, I should go in person to present my congratulations to Mademoiselle Frances Krasinska.'