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 JULIA AMANDA WOOD. Minnie Mart Lee is the literary pseudonym of a lady whose home is in Sauk Rapids, on the Mississippi river, in Minnesota. Her maiden name was Julia Amanda Sargent. She is a native of New London, New Hampshire, where she was bom about the year 1830. Miss Sargent was married in 1849, at Covington, Kentucky, to William Henry Wood, a lawyer. In 1851 Mr. Wood removed to Minnesota, and soon after was appointed Land Receiver at Sauk Rapids. He and Mrs. Wood now edit a weekly paper, published at Sauk Rapids, called The New Era. Mrs. AYood has written for various Western papers, and for Arthur's Home Magazine. Jane G. Swisshelm, in a notice of Mrs. Wood for her paper, the St. Cloud Visitor, said : " She appears to be one of the very few literary women who are happy in their domestic relations, and who have not fled to the pen to get away from the pressing conscious- ness of some crushing misery. Her only great sorrow appears to have been the death of her first-born, which leaves her but one child, a bright boy of three sum- mers. Her pen has been an important means of making known the great natural beauty and many resources of her adopted land." HER GLOVE. It is the glove she wore so long ago, That fitted daintily her hand of snow. The hand whose clasp it was such joy to know. She was a being radiant as the dawn When it comes forth with flush of glory on ; O, how like night it was when she was gone ! She was the queen of all our festive mirth ; To win her smile, our greatest care was worth, For never was a sweeter smile on earth. How beauteous flowed down to her shoul- ders fair The glorious wealth of her abundant hair, Shading a face such as the angels wear. Her name was Emily, a treasured name ; My pulses thrill whene'er I hear the same, I spring to meet one, as whene'er she came- This glove has brought her back so clear to-day, Until her presence doth ai'ound me play. As if her spirit had just passed this way. Some years have gone since clods pressed coldly down Upon those starry eyes of softest brown. But seas of time cannot her memory drown. (610)