The Wounded Captain.

" I came , " rejoined Eda , " to take my father home to mother . You will let me , won't you ?" " Yes , my sweet child , you shall take your father home , and may God protect you both f He called an orderly , and , hastily writing on a small piece of paper Avhich he handed to him , said :

" Here , detail the men , procure an ambulance , take George Arthur , a prisoner in the hospital , ancl Captain of Company A , Seventh Regiment Infantry Volunteers , deliver him and this old man and child under a Hag of truce Avithin the federal lines . That is your passport . " As Brother H and Eda moved to follow the Serjeant , General Jackson advanced to Eda and said :

" Little angel , let an old soldier kiss your hand . " Eda extended her hand . The rough old man knelt upon his right knee , and raising her hand in reverence toward his lips , Eda suddenly withdreAV it , and , clasping her arms around the neck of the braAvny and sun-tanned old mankissed his

, rough cheek , burst into tears , and wept upon his shoulder . Stonewall Jackson ivept . He remained kneeling Avitb his head bowed several minutes after Eda had separated from him , ivhile every one of his staff turned away in respect to his emotion .

AA'ithin an hour after this touching ; incite dent the din of arms , the smoke of war , the confusion of battle , mingled Avith the gush of blood and the shriek of death , sivept over this sacred spot , Avhere peace ancl war , childhood ancl age had met in holy

embrace . AVhateA'er may have been the faults or political errors of that Avar-worn soldier , this incident of gentle tenderness drapes his memory in a Avhite-robed sanctity . Angels bowed their heads in reverence above him while be thus knelt upon that battle-field , encircling innocent childhood with his ivar-clad arms .

It Avas a joyous day when Charity Lodge marched in procession to the depot of S , to receive and welcome Brother II , Eda , and Captain Arthur home . " You Avill not blame father for being a Freemason any more , will you , mother V whispered Eda to Mrs . Arthur , as she embraced her child after an absence of twelve days . ¦

Our Archaeological Corner.

Our Archaeological Corner .

ANCIENT COINS AND THEIR USES . BY BRO . ROB . MORRIS . From the " Masonic Journal . "

AUGUSTUS OESAR . THERE is his portrait . That is exactly the Avay he looked . If anything in the antique Avorld is genuine it is these coinportraits . For in those distant days Avhen a neAv emperor was inauguratedthe first

, thing was to put his face upon the money of the empire , and stamp it by millions ancl millions and send it out broad-cast through the land . Not only so , but every year as the emperor got older his portrait upon the coins was changed to correspond

with his looks . Not as the English do , who stamp the likeness of their queen upon the money of 1 S 77 as she looked in 1837— a thing that Avould make a Roman mint-master laugh .

Observe the simplicity with Avhich his portrait is arranged . There is no croivn or coronet upon him ; he is not even bearded ; his hair is bushy ancl natural ; but let me tell you , good reader , that head you see there was level . Augustus Caesar took charge of Rome when it had been

exhausted by fifty years of civil wars ; exhausted in finances ; devastated by an unruly soldiery , and its great men exiled ancl butchered , —he took it Avith a strong hand and made it strong . He found it brick ancl made it marble , lie gathered

round him some of the greatest poets and historians the world ever saw . I need only name a Virgil , a Horace , an Ovid , — - so that to this clay his reign is styled " The Augustan Age " for its literary celebrity .