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 THE SOLDIER'S WIFE.

Walden was playing on his flute in a slow and pensive strain, when the mournful cries of a child, and the complaining voice of a woman, struck his ears. “Oh ! merciful God ?” exclaimed the poor creature, “hear with compassion the moans of my unhappy babe !”

Walden ceased to play, and looking over the hedge, he surveyed the child with compassion, as the woman lay on the grass to rest herself: he asked her, in a soft voice, why the poor infant cried.

“ He is hungry,” replied the woman, weeping bitterly, “we have not had anything to eat since yesterday morning.”

Gracious God ! since yesterday morning ! wait here a few minutes, and I will return.”

He flew away with incredible swiftness, and re-appeared in a short time, with a bowl of milk and a small loaf, towards which the child stretched out his little arms, and the woman to whom he delivered them began to feed it.

Sit down my good woman, and eat of it