FRIENDS AND BROTHERS :-In presenting you with this number of the ENGINEERS' JOURNAL, we most respectfully tender you our heartfelt thanks, and wish one and all a very "HAPPY NEW YEAR." You have made this little journal a grand success, and it is a pleasure to us to acknowledge your support, and to have the opportunity to send you this, our Seventh Annual Greeting.

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The JOURNAL has done very much to introduce and advocate the merits of the Engineers Brotherhood. We frequently receive letters from gentlemen informing us that they have accidentally seen one of our monthly JOURNALS, and that they were both surprised and pleased to know that the engineers were so well organized. They commend both the JOURNAL and the organization, and are willing to help promote both If every member of the Brotherhood would take the interest in their own welfare that their friends feel for them, the JOURNAL and the Brotherhood would be classed among the most successful enterprises in the country. Will each one of the twelve thousand subscribers of the JOURNAL send us, with their name, one new subscriber for 1873?

The past year has been a year of unusual prosperity for the JOURNAL. It has found many new contributors, whose articles are read with interest. It has also formed many new acquaintances, whose influence is regarded as a valuable acquisition. We commence the New

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L. B. GREENE, F. G. A. E.

BOSTON, Dec. 18, 1872. MR. CHARLES WILSON, GRAND CHIEF OF THE B. OF L. E-Dear Sir :-We, Engineers of the Boston & Worcester Division of B. & A. R. R, after perusing your address, delivered before the International Convention of the Locomotive Engineers, in St. Louis, and heartily endorsing those valuable truths and sentiments, cannot let them pass unnoticed. We have presented our names asking you to accept our many thanks, and assistance, if needed, to carry out those valuable principles, as you have taken such a noble stand, in trying to elevate our positions as men, as well as engineers, in advocating temperance, and by improving our abilities, to advance us in our positions as Locomotive Engi

neers.

We also offer up our prayers to Divine Providence, that your life may be spared to see that state of things brought about among the Engineers.

Yours with much respect.

J. M. Alger, S. B. Hobart, J. M. Alexander, E. L Wallace, Seth H. Ellis, J. W. Hurd, M. H. Taft, W. Goulding, J. W. Chamberlain. W. F. Leach, J. H. Chander. W. H. Swallow, J. H. Baird, C. A. Fisher, A. F. Spencer, F. T. Ellenwood, A. L. Hunter, Warren French-Engineers B. & A. R. R.

T. L. llenderson, I. Brooks, Andrew Henry, J. A. Swinerton-Engineers F. R. R.

down from the city to pay us a visit. I never had been fond of her, but blood is blood, and she was mother's sister's child, and we always asked her once a year. She kept a milliner's shop in Street, and she made money by it too, and was rather a brisk, bright-looking young woman; but perhaps the whims of her customers and the mistakes of her hands had soured her temper. She had a way of talking against people, and a scandalous story about every other one she spoke of, that made me almost angry.

"If all the world is so bad, I don't want to know it," I said over and over again to mother, and she used to answer: "Well, well I know it seems so; but we all have to come to it at last Perhaps Charlotte don't like it as much as she seems to "

Well, Charlotte came down, as I say and a great budget of news she had for

us.

That evening Duke came. I hadn't told Charlotte anything about him, but she could guess what there was between us, I suppose. She was very silent that evening, and looked at him with a strange, searching gaze that certainly was not polite; and she went to bed early, and never said "good night." But when Duke was gone, and I was alone in my room, I heard some one tapping at my door, and said "Come in," and in came Charlotte. I saw the tears come in her eyes.

"I've got something to say, to-night, and you'll hate me for it. Of course, though, it's my duty. That young man who came here to night is your beau, I suppose?

"You can't know anything about him that's not good," I said.

"You like him, I suppose?" she said. "I'm engaged to hiin," I answered "I won't listen to any lie about him.”

She came across and took me by the hands in a sisterly fashion not usual with her.

"Nannie," she said, "I'm going to tell you Heaven's truth-that I swear I see that man every day when and where he ought to blush to be seen, especially if he's engaged to a good girl like you. A woman lives opposite us --a woman whose husband has gone away, you know She has one little boy, and she's very handsome. He comes to see her every day; he gives

her money; he kisses her. I've seen both things. It's been disgusting to me before, but now-oh, Nannie, when I see what he is to you I turn sick. It must be when the engine con es in and is waiting at the station Once or twice he has stayed longer, but not often, only on Sundays, and it's Heaven's truth"

My heart gave a great leap. Duke did often spend Sunday in the city. I never thought of asking why. But yet I said

"I can't believe it, I won't. You think it is Duke, I know; but it's some other man. Why, I'd as soon doubt myself as him."

But I began to cry, notwithstanding. "Nannie," said Charlotte, "I don't ask you to take my word. Run down to the city with me. Come into my work-room, and peep through the shutters, and you will see for yourself."

"I will, said I; and I'll see some man I never saw before in all my life."

And I tried to believe this through all the hours of the night before she left me, and all through the early journey to the city next day.

I went up into the work-room of Charlotte's house, and we two kneit down at the open window, peeping through the green blinds. Over the way was a tiny little house, and at the window sat a young woman, very pretty as Charlotte had said.

"That's her," my cousin whispered.

And I felt my blood begin to boil. I knew how hate felt at last, and no one need want to know. I think I could have killed some one then. It seemed all true when I saw how pretty she was, though I never could understand the reason for that.

I could't say a word. I just looked and looked. At last I heard Charlotte whisper, "There he is."

And there he was indeed, I saw him -it was no one else-go up the steps of that little house, and ring the beil. The woman ran out to meet him; so did the child; and he kissed them both. That was the last I knew for some time. I fainted away, with rage and sorrow, and Charlotte had a time with me, and thought for a while that I would die.

But I lived and went home with my cousin, who said I felt quite ill, and must go to bed.

So I did. And I begged Charlotte to

tell no one yet, but to ask mother to say that I was to ill too see any one who

came.

I awoke next day as people do awake when trouble is new to them. First it was I, Nannie Hunt, to whom life was so bright and full of hope. Then I was some one else, whom I hardly knew, who seemed to be I; and I sat up, and put back my hair, and wondered how I could bear the change.

One thing must be done, and it could not be done too soon. I must part myself from Duke Osborne And I took all his little gifts, his letters, the lock of his black hair, and my little ring, and made a package of them, and sealed it close, and then I wrote this note:

"Duke Osborne, I send you back the gifts I took, as I thought from a true man.

"You know why, and I shall not say anything more than that I have been to the city, at my cousin's house in -Street.

"I send these things I have treasured so back to you, and I forbid you ever to speak to me again. All I can wish is, nevermore in all my life to see your face or hear your voice.

"I loved you, or I would not have promised to be your wife; but I hate you now, and with that hate I bid you good-bye forever.

NANNIE HUNT."

Then I sealed the note, and directed it, and resolved that when the Warrior came in that day at three I would send it to him.

I sat at the window at the usual time, waiting for that chip, chip, chip," down the road-waiting as prisoners sentenced to death may wait for the hour of doom.

But by-and-by people began to come out and look up the road. I saw men look at their watches. I looked at mine. The Warrior was overdue by ten minutes; soon by fifteen, by twenty, by half an hour, by three quarters. Then a little engine, with some men on board, went off to look for her, and the crowd grew larger and the faces more serious.

As for me I had forgotten all my wrath -all my reason for wrath also. I only knew that the Warrior was nearly an hour behind hand and that Duke was her engineer.

"Chip, chip, chip"-the engine was coming back. Two hours and a half were gone. Chip, chip, chip," slowly, horribly. She turned the corner of the roadnot the Warrior, no one hoped that-only the little engine that had gone after

her. She brought two carriages with her. Four were due and the red flag fluttered from the engine, and the end of one carriage was battered in and broken.

I was out of the room, and with the crowd of men and women in the street, now. I saw a few people alight. I saw others helped out, with bandaged arms and heads. There had been a collision; we knew that already; but-they were bringing something out on a boardsomething wrapped in a sheet, sopped and dripping with blood. Four men carried it towards the station.

A tall man, blackened with smoke and dust, followed it. I caught his arm. "Who's that? Who is that?" I asked. He stopped and looked at me.

"Good Lord!" said he. "Live along side of a railroad, and not know! Thatwhy, of course that's the engineer." "The engineer of the Warrior?

I ask

ed. "That's what he used to be," said the

man.

Some one caught my hand just then.It was Lotty.

"Come home," she said. "I needn't have told you, poor child-I needn't have told you.'

He was dead, dead, and I had written words of hate to him as he lay breathing his last. He was dead. Good or bad I thought of nothing else now.

"Don't tell the folks," I said to Lotty. "He's gone, and why should they know?" And she promised.

The day went on and ended; the night came: another awful day broke and dragged away. I had neither slept nor wept. The doctor who had been called in, looked grave as he touched my pulse. I knew I was in danger of going niad.The clock ticking in the hall seemed to say, "Duke is dead! Duke is dead!" over and over again, until they stopped it, and still another day brought me only pain.

It was noon and the sun seemed redhot to me, and my mother put a heavy blanket over the white window curtain to shut its light out; but it did not shut the sounds from me. At three I heard it-the scream far away, and faint at first; then shrill and near. Then chip, chip. chip, again. Of course the three o'clock train would come in, if the Warrior were smashed to atoms and the engineer dead; but how could I bear it? I put my hands on my ears to deafen them, but I heard it still-long after the iron horse stood quiet in the station. And at last I heard another sound-a woman's scream-my mother screaning. and her voice crying out, "Duke, O Duke, we thought you