1869. 



NEW ENGLAin) FARMER. 



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generous living and all sorts of holiday de- 

 lights Howed perpetually in of themselves, and 

 that she. at any rate, had only to stand and 

 wait. Her ideas of marital felicity underwent, 

 in company with her fatalistic yoke-fellow, a 

 singularly sudden tran^formation, and she 

 went blindly bumping about her house like a 

 bat when the sunshine is all at once let in upon 

 it. "Leander, 1 want this;" and, "Leander, 

 why don't you get me that?" "Mrs. So-and- 

 so has it. and 1 want it and will have it !" 

 These and such like were her staple of con- 

 versation. Before long came threats. "IMl 

 go hack to my father ; see if 1 don't You 

 might get me things like other folks ! I al- 

 wa\ s had sweet-cake at home ! If you haven't 

 got money, tell them to give you some ! I'll 

 have a blue satin dress and pearl ear-rings, or 

 rU go home to my father !' And her round 

 white face would Hounder among her pillows 

 as she thus teased for half the night. And, 

 sure enough, the threat got itself exe(;uted at 

 last ; and with a little wLite head, much like 

 her own. rolling about on her shoulder, and a 

 little bundle of blankets crushed in her arm, 

 she one day took up line of march, leaving 

 the cupboard bare. — Alice Gary in H i.rper''s 

 Magazine for September. 



Marki.vge. — Marriage is to a woman at 

 once the happiest or saddest event of her life ; 

 it is the promise of future bliss, raised on the 

 death of all present enjoyment. She quits 

 her home, her parents, her companions, her 

 occupations, her amusements, everj thing on 

 which she had depended for comfort, for af- 

 fection, for kindness, for pleasure. The pa- 

 rents by whose advice she has been guided, 

 the sister to whom she dared to impart every 

 embr} o thought and feeling, the brother who 

 has played with her ; by turns the counsellor 

 — all, to be forsaken at one fell stroke ; and 

 yet she flies witn joy into the untrodden path 

 before her. Buoyed up by the confidence of 

 requitted love, she bids a fond and grateful 

 adieu to the life that is past, and departs 

 with excited hopes and joyous anticipations 

 of the happiness to come. Then woe to the 

 man who can blight such fair hopes — who 

 can treacherously lure such a heart from its 

 peaceful enjoyment, and the watchful protec- 

 tion at home — who can, coward-iike, brenk 

 the illusions that have won her and destroy 

 the confidence which love had inspired. Woe 

 to such a man ! 



The Training of Child i{EN. — It is a 

 fixed rule, under all circumstances, that the 

 child must learn to obey. Obedience is the 

 fir&t step in education. The child must be 

 submissive to a higher will and a more ma- 

 tured knowledge. Hy degrees he will soon 

 find out the reason why. Take heed, how- 

 ever, that you do not forbid or command any- 



thing, if you can not or will not strictly 

 enfoice obedience; otherwise you introduce 

 a laxity of principle into }our action, which 

 nothing can retrieve. Never give a command 

 or prohibition with indifference. 



floxttl^s' ftcpitrtmciit. 



TO-MORROW. 



A bright little boy with a biugbing face, 

 WhoBe ever^ motion was lu 1 of grace, 

 Wha knew no trouble, and fenrcU do care; 

 "Ihe I'.ght of our houbehold — the jouugest there. 



He was too yoting, this little elf. 

 With t^ou lesome qutslion to vex himself ; 

 but fur many d .ys a thought w uIJ arise, 

 AuU bring a shade to the d iticiag eyes. 



He went to one whom he thought more wise, 

 Thin any other beneati the (skies; 

 "Mothei ," — O word that makes tbe home; — 

 "Tell mo when will tomorrow come?" 



"It is almost night," the mother said; 

 "Most time f_.r my boy to be in bed ; 

 Wben you wake up, and its day again, 

 It will be to-morrow, my darling, then," 



The little boy slept through all the night. 

 But Woke with the tirst red streaks of light; 

 He pressed a kiss on his mother's brow, 

 And whitpered, "Is it to- morrow now ?" 



"No, little Eddie, this Is to day ; 

 To morrow is always one niyht away ;" 

 He pondered a while, but jijys came fast, 

 And the vexing qutstion quickly passea. 



But it came again with the shades of night; 

 "Will it be to-morrow when it is light?" 

 From years to come he seemed care to borrow, 

 He tried so hard to catch to morrow. 



"You can'-ot catch it, my little Ned; 



Enj y to-d;iy," the mother siid; 



"Home wait for to-morrow through many a year, 



It always iti coming, but never is here." 



THE MINISTRY OF THE DOVES, 



On the shores of Southern Florida, and 

 among the rocky islets, or "keys," of the 

 Gulf of Mexico, there is a rare and beautifal 

 bird, to which the name of the Zenaida Dove 

 has been given by Pi iuce Charles Bonaparte, 

 the ornithologist. This creature is very beau- 

 tiful in its delicate form, and in its coloring 

 of a warm and rosy gray, barred with brown 

 and white on back and wing ; its breast bears 

 a shield of pure and vivid blue, bordered with 

 gold, its cheeks are marked with ultramarine, 

 and its slender legs and feet are deep rose- 

 color tipped with black nails, innocent and 

 gentle, like others of its tribe, this little crea- 

 ture flits to and fro, in small fdmily groups, 

 over the rocky islets, and along the warm, 

 sandy beaches of the gulf^ — "Tampa's desert 

 strand." 



"On that lone shore, loud moans the aea." 



There are certain keys, where it loves es- 

 pecially to alight, attracted by the springs 

 which here and there gush up pure and fresh 



