d and bleeding, to answer his name.

4. "Ezra Kerr!" and a voice said "here!"
"Hiram Kerr!" but no man replied:
They were brothers, these two; the sad wind sighed,
And a shudder crept through the cornfield near.
"Ephraim Deane!"--then a soldier spoke:
"Deane carried our regiment's colors," he said,
"When our ensign was shot; I left him dead,
Just after the enemy wavered and broke.

5. "Close to the roadside his body lies;
I paused a moment and gave him to drink;
He murmured his mother's name, I think;
And death came with it and closed his eyes."
'T was a victory--yes; but it cost us dear;
For that company's roll, when called at night,
Of a hundred men who went into the fight,
Numbered but twenty that answered "here!"
--Shepherd.

LXXXIV. TURTLE SOUP.

Charles Frederick Briggs (b. 1804, d. 1877) was born on the island of
Nantucket. When quite young, however, he became a resident of New York
City. In 1845, in conjunction with Edgar A. Poe, he began the publication
of the "Broadway Journal;" he was also connected with the "New York
Times," and the "Evening Mirror;" also as editor from 1853 to 1856 with
"Putnam's Magazine." Mr. Briggs wrote a few novels, some poetry, and
numerous little humorous tales and sketches. The following selection is
from "Working a Passage; or, Life on a Liner," one of his best stories.

1. Among the luxuries which the captain had provided for himself and
passengers was a fine green turtle, which was not likely to suffer from
exposure to salt water, so it was reserved until all the pigs, and sheep,
and poultry had been eaten. A few days before we arrived, it was
determined to kill the turtle and have a feast the next day.

2. Our cabin gentlemen had been long enough deprived of fresh meats to
make them cast lickerish glances towards their hard-skinned friend, and
there was a great smacking of lips the day before he was killed. As I
walked aft occasionally, I heard them congratulating themselves on their
prospective turtle soup and forcemeat balls; and one of them, to heighten
the luxury of the feast, ate nothing but a dry biscuit for the twenty-four
hours preceding, that he might be prepared to devour his full share of the
unctuous compound.

3. It was to be a gala day with them; and though it was not champagne day,
that falling on Saturday and this on Friday, they agreed to have