no longer hear humbly invoking the divine blessing; or perhaps the mother, and how studiously we keep our eye away from the seat where her generous hand was wont to pour our tea.  Perhaps the little one, the idol of the household, whose chirruping voice was wont to set us all laughing with droll remarks, expressed in baby dialect.  How we miss the little high-chair that was always drawn up ‘close by papa!’ How our eyes will swim and our hearts swell up and choke us when we see it pushed back into the corner, now silent and vacant!  Hast thou not wept thus?  Be grateful.  Thou hast been spared one of life’s keenest pangs.

Thou speakest well.  Dr. Doran has pleased us with his Table Traits, but a great book yet remains to be written on the social power of meals.  The immortals were never so lordly as when assembled at the celestial table, where inextinguishable laughter went the rounds with the nectar.  The heroes of Valhalla were most glorious over the ever-growing roast-boar and never-failing mead.  Heine suggests a millennial banquet of all nations, where the French are to have the place of honor, for their improvements in freedom and in cookery, and Master Rabelais could imagine nothing more genial than when in the Moyen de Parvenir, he placed all the gay, gallant, wise, brave, genial, joyous dames and demoiselles, knights, and scholars of all ages at one eternal supper.  Ah! yes; it matters but little what is ‘gatherounded,’ as a quaint Americanism hath it, so that the wit, and smiles, and good-fellowship be there.

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It is stated in the newspapers—­we know not on what authority—­that Charles A. Dana, late of the New-York Tribune, will probably receive an important appointment in the army.  A man of iron will, of indomitable energy, undoubted courage, and of an inexhaustible genius, which displays itself by mastering every subject as by intuition, Dana is one whom, of all others, we would wish to see actively employed in the war.  We have described him in by-gone days as one who was ’an editor by destiny and a soldier by nature,’ and sincerely trust that his career will yet happily confer upon him military honors.  No man in America—­we speak advisedly—­has labored more assiduously, or with more sterling honest conviction in politics, than Charles A. Dana.  The influence which he has exerted has been immense, and it is fit that it be recognized.  Men who, like him, combine stern integrity with vigorous practical talent, have a claim to lead.

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Among the most striking songs which the war has brought forth, we must class that grim Puritanical lyric, ‘The Kansas John Brown,’ which appeared originally in the Kansas Herald, and which is, as we are informed, extensively sung in the army.  The words are as follows: 

THE KANSAS JOHN BROWN SONG.