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BY ORDER,

BOARD OF OFFICERS.

HON. PRES. MRS. GEN. R. ANDERSON, | TREAS. MRS. OLIVE M. DEVOE,
ACT. PRES. MRS. DRAKE MILLS,
VICE PRES. MRS. A. V. STOUT,

Mrs. J. S. Voorhis
Mrs. W. Kidder,'
Mrs. S. P. Mather,
Mrs. Howell,
Mrs. David Hoyt,

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Cyrus W. Field,

REC. SEC. MRS. DR. WINSLOW,
COR. SEC. MRS. JOHN S. VOORHIS.

MANAGERS.

Miss E. R. Pitcher,
Miss H. Sherman,
Miss A. Barry
Miss F. M. Hoyt,
Mrs. H. Weils,

ADVISORY COMMITTEE.

Rev. J. C. Smith,
Rev. A. D. Gillette,
G. P. B. Hoyt,

Mrs. H. G. Adams,
Mrs. J. Thompson,
Mrs. Dr. Hind,
Mrs. J. S. Williams,
Mrs. C. S. Hayward.

George Denison,
Judge Bell,

S. M. Ostrander.

PHYSICIAN-DR. E. D. WINSLOW.

BEFORE THE REBELLION.

AN ALLEGORY.

A SORT OF MYTHOLOGICAL EXPLANATION OF THE CAUSE AND ORIGIN OF THE WAR, WHEREIN THE AUTHOR TAKES A FEW NECESSARY LIBERTIES WITH THE GODS OF THE PAST AND THE PRESENT AGE, IN ORDE À TO S „T FORTH CERTAIN HISTORICAL PROBABILITIES IN AN ALLEGORICAL MANNER, THEREBY ELEVATING THE S BJECT, AND NICELY AVOIDING THE POSSIBILITY OF GIVING OFFENCE TO THE READER, NO MATTER WHAT PARTICULAR POLITICAL OR GEOGRAPHICAL POSITION HE MAY CHANCE TƆ OCCUPY.

ONCE Mars and Peace together met,
Resolved to have a friendly word,
I listened well, therefore I am

Prepared to tell all I then heard;
Where this took place I need not pause
With much precision here to state;

Nor for my purpose need I halt,

Here to set down the exact date.

Suffice to know, that such a thing,
Upon this sphere of strife and sin,
By the mere course of strange events,
Once might, could, would, or should have been.
Old Mars with bombast was quite full,
While Peace was very meek and mild,

He really seem'd the god of war,
And she, but Intellect's bright child.

"Well, Peace," said Mars, "I trust that you
Enjoy, as yet, the best of health;
What think you now of this great world,
With all its splendor, fame and wealth?
I'm sure you must be pleased with all,
Which differs much from days of yore,
When you contended that you could

For mankind do, more than could war."

"Nay, Mars," said Peace, "I don't agree With all that you are pleased to say; The world is better'd, I admit,

But not by you-don't frown, I pray, For I contention much despise,

And do but wish by argument To prove that you have claimed too much, And what I say is all well meant.”

"Hey-day-Miss Peace, I think that you
Are getting rather pert of late,
You seem to hope to smile me down
And controvert thus all I state :
A pretty pass has come indeed,
When you presume thus to deny
That I have made the world by war,

And raised the human standard high!"

"You may be right," said Peace; "yet stay,
If we could now the matter test,
You'd find yourself quite in the wrong—
That all such good is my conquest;
You'd find that man, though valiant yet,
And loves to have his own way still,

Would rather lay aside the sword,
And win his triumphs with a quill!"

"Tut!—tut !—you know not what you say,
Or if you do you know you boast,
I do not wish to kill you, Peace,
But still, I'd like to see your ghost!
Why, child, I have now in this world,

A tribe of men both strong and brave,
Who any hour would leave a feast,

That they might fill a hero's grave!"