Roused from
their apathy and indifference toward their country, and inspired with a patriotism, not blind and spasmodic, but intelligent and permanent. * * * * * A NEGRO GIRL'S PROSE POEM. In attendance at one of the ward schools of Indianapolis is
a little colored girl nine years old. She is miserable, indeed, for at home she
is ill treated, and the shoes she wears, and often the clothes, are supplied
by the teachers or some of her classmates. There is
a tender, poetic vein in her make-up, and it found vent in a composition. The teacher took a little
pansy plant to school one

day and told the pupils of the flower. Two days after, she asked
them to write a story of it, and gave them the privilege of having the pansy talk and tell the story, and this is what the little colored girl wrote, the word pansy in the copy being the only one dignified with a capital: "I am only a Pansy, my home is in a little brown house. I sleep in my little brown

house all winter, and I am now going to open my eyes and look about. 'give me some rain sky, I want to look out of my win dow and see what is going on,' I asked, so the sky gave me some water and I began to clime to the window, at last I got up there and open my eyes, oh what a wonderful
world I