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MOORE'S UTOAL MEW-YOIi&ER. 



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oned days w 



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sm, which 





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early settler 





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oar prosperoi 



i Western 







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rees wrapped i 



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owl 



luds stretch 



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ds, which 





cle oar horiion 









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is going don 





hands with the n 



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kD<l I must fiuish my explo- 



THE OLD TRUNK. 



Wm 





grown fa 



physiognomy has 

 inii defaced with age. The brass 

 Headed nails have become tarnished, but I can 

 distinctly perceive my father's initials upon the 

 top— "H. D." I write these letters very reverent- 

 ly, for they are upon his tombstone in our country 

 graveyard. There is a large padlock attached to 



WOMAN'S EQUALITY AND "EIGHTS." 



in these days with rc- 

 i's equality and rights with man, 

 muncedos "monsters," " tyrants," 

 lis to me somewhat ahead of the 

 en have enacted some laws which 

 ile to us— abridgiug our right to 

 hold property, and this they did thinking women 

 were incapable, I iv nature ur practice, to manage and 

 control business, and con tend for and preserve their 

 rights. And how far wide of the truth did they 

 get? How many women are there who are fitted, 

 by nature or education, for accumulating and con- 

 trolling property. And as for her having ibe right 

 of suffrage, if we were to take luw and enter in- 

 to the public arena of strife and corruption, what 

 becomes of « 

 better as the 



r homes i 

 are. Men 





imagine— we 

 What have 

 meat? True, 

 all that— but 

 truly, "the n 

 reaches 



no more fitted to nil th 

 ours. What half of tl 



id haranguing about I < 



ll'liTH ■(■!.■-. |>li;l|IK'N of W 



e ever done worthy of a 

 patient, enduring, gentle, r. 

 is great, wonderful I 

 work of God!" His geniu 

 clouds and spans t 



A SILVER LINING TO EVERY CLOUD 





r gleaming shadows I 



this trunk, which bas tra 



eled over land and sea 







"haven of rest"— "(he 



garret." If i 



could tell i 



s own story, I presume 





all our atl. 





knocks upon 



is battered s 



des, and we should hear 



of long nigl 



ts upon th 



e stormy deep, when 





lashed the 



waves into huge drifts 





.swept dowc 



upon the rocking ship 



like an avalanche from tin 





I lovo to look 



over the con 





for there are 



many sacred relics stowed awav in 

















c were trving to reduce 



tbo mass of c 



ulusion to something like order. 



"Wo, you 



hall not ! for Time has been busy 



here, and I 



ever liked 



o obliterate bis dusty 









It was evei 



my delight 



to pore over old ^uslv 



books, which 



etc pnutcd 



wben literature was in 



its infancy. What changes the " age of progress" 

 bos wrought! Our own generation "takes time 

 by the forelock," and marches through difficultly 

 in a moment's period which our forefathers wen 

 all their life working to overcome. Here is an 

 almanac twenty-two years old; 1637 is marked 

 upon it, and busy fingers turned its pages to find 

 day of the month," loug before I was born. 



I look in the q 





chair for the t 



important events are reflected upon it from that 

 year. First I behold "a great commercial crisis, 

 which was brought on by n madness of specula- 

 tion, when city lots, real or imaginary, were so 

 bought and sold that fortunes were made in a 

 day." Idleness and extravagance stalked through- 

 out our land, but after this public fever bad 

 subsided, numberless families were reduced 

 hopeless poverty. Upon the 4th of March, IS 



bs sat down in the ('residential 

 t time, and his eyes looked 

 ft nation that was sunk in pecuniary distress. But 

 "whom the Loan lovetb He cbosteneth." Our 

 country bus been brought low many times, and as 

 it sat weeping and bewailing in sackcloth and 

 aahes, with bowed bead and pride humbled, a 

 greftl leuon was taken into the hearts of her 

 children — how soon it was forgotten is testified 

 by the recent calamities which have befalleu them. 

 We hope for better things now, for Aristocracy 

 has laid aside her " royal purple," und condescends 

 appear in a "calico dress" at the house of Gon. 



But i 



i this!— my t 



It has black morocco covers, nud 

 8 are yellow with age. The lines look 

 too, but perhaps it is my eyes, for the 

 brimming over them, and my bands 

 I cau hardly read the first verse of this 



"On J 





To Canaan's lair and happy land 

 almost see the gray head keeping I 



while my father sang 

 "»J- But there 

 prophetic light ii 

 hold the posscssi 



is eyes, for they seemed to be- 

 » be has gone to claim. Ab ! 

 wm du Mav«d companion and children join him 

 there ! Be- wonl down to the ■• dark valley" great- 



■t ,),, i. 



Here is "Th, fomBj ,;„,-.,..,.. printed 

 "comprising many useful direction for cookery, 

 pastry and confectionery." from u, e ,„ ., , l , ll}ll ^. t \ 

 tit*, it says. Well, I can testify th at they «„-< 

 extraordinary recipes, for my memory can tc n, 

 about a tin oven in which many delicacies were 

 " done to a beautiful brown," after this O0ok>book 

 had been dulv consulted, and various OOnffimank 



discovers planets and measures them, 

 late* space und distance— even the ligbtningcomes 

 bidding ! His steamships traverse 

 the boundless seas. Men build our railroads- 

 design and erect our temples, our churches 



genuity furnish and 

 adorn them. Tbey invent our machinery, 

 struct our factories, weave our cloth, till the 

 for food, and to their energy, strength and skill 

 we are indebted, directly or indirectly, for every 

 convenience or luxury of life— even to the small 

 items of pins, needles, Ac. Our legislators, states- 

 men, our orators, our editors, sculptors and paint- 



And amid all this power and greatness, there 

 are few who are not noble, generous, gallant, and 

 considerate of the weak and unfortunate, as our 

 public institutions for the relief of the distressed 

 abundantly testify. And everywhere we women 

 are feted, honored, protected ami guarded against 

 insult or danger, and every arrangement made for 

 our comfort and ease that ingenuity can devise or 

 expense accomplish. And what do we? We 

 grumble because we do not receive more attention, 

 and are not considered of more consequence! We 

 receive nil the benefits we enjoy as our just dues, 

 and scarcely deign even a polite acknowledgement. 

 And yet, what have we ever done— or the most of 

 us— except to wear gracefully, or otherwise, the 

 splendid and comfortable fabrics their industry 

 ind means have given us, and to eat, or, perchance, 

 o cook the food furnished for us, and to stay in 

 .nd order the sumptuous houses they build for us, 

 and ride in their carriage.-, mid perhaps take care 

 nir children, Ac, Ac ~:i multiplicity of multi- 

 inous nothings. What more we have erer 

 e, or are likely to do, I have not discovered. 



and the toil-hardened bands! Heaven be 

 praised that the world is not full of women ! We 

 enough — perhaps we act our part, nud 

 liehe nature intended; but to assert or 

 assume an equality with man. in strength or i: 



PLEASURE FOE A CHILD. 



Hi.ewko be the hand that prepiiresa pleasure Ii 

 a child, for there is no saying when and where 

 may bloom forth. Does not almost everybody 

 remember some kind-hearted man who showed 

 him a kindness in the day of his childhood V Tbo 

 writer of this recollects himself 

 a barefooted lad, standing at the wooden fence of a 

 poor little garden in his native village ; with long- 

 iug eyes he gazed on the flowers which were bloom- 

 ing there quietly in the brightness of a Sunday 

 morning. The possessor came forth from his little 

 :ottagc ; he was a wood-cutter by trade, and spent 



forth when Rod olds laid the foundati 



Eternal City. Tnat which has cost much 



labor aud wasting of the midnight c 



understood *' ithout some preparatory 



mind. Before literature csn perforn 



taak of civilization nnd refinement, ed 



be general among the com or 



hold in their bands the key to this 



treasure, otherwise, when the g-fied lew who gu ttr d 

 blessing of it will perish 

 whom it would hove benefited 

 less night. It 

 priests carefully closed every 



them, and 



Egypt whoi 



avenue to learning from all but 



will be so in any country daring enough to repeat 



the experiment. The true glory of lilen 



the conditions of that glory, are but imperfectly 



f the opposing 

 t noblest of all 

 ot only how to 

 it as to gain a 

 ear'h, but also 



Iniixlih.ml ., 



e how to tread this 

 Litera 



l the 



eligion, and the 

 r into the mistress, is sure to reap the reward of 

 ch folly. It is the violation of a most sacred 

 w. A celebrated divine remarks that literature 

 .s a much feebler bold in America than is gene- 

 rally imagined, and would die out were it not for 

 religion." It is well that it is so. Far distant be 

 the day when religion is driven from our happy 



land; butiftfaatday 

 io ; for God bos joined them together, and ma 

 )t put them asunder. L, E. Wi 



Cohoclon, Bteubcn Co,, N. Y., 1859. 



LITERATURE. 





a natural and necessary atte: 

 on civilization. The wandering savage niaj 

 sess his rude songs,— interpreters of the hei 

 and his wilii traditions, chronicling the glory of 

 by-gone ages, but a scientific, esthetic and reli- 

 gious literature he cannot have, from causes inher- 

 ent in the nature of things. The trifling product ions 

 named, spring ruther from an emotional nature 

 than from a mind redeemed from its bondage to 

 matter, developed, strengthened and matured by 

 ages of intellectual culture. What is there in the 

 calm, eventless, monotonous character of savage 

 life, flowing idly by with scarce an ebb or ripple to 

 arouse the nobler part of mao, to cause the unfold- 

 ing of the hidden wings, and the steady, resistless 

 light OllWOrd and upward to those serene, cloud- 

 less regions where the Duy-Spiing bas its place? 

 The daring adventures of tho chase,— the simple 

 Hiles of pu-sion, — the exciting incidents pertaining 

 orm the staple of the 





work in the woods, lie had 

 > gather flowers to stick into hit; 

 J church. He saw the boy, 



whole weed 

 into the garde 



and breaking off the 



lions, which was streaked with red 



gave it to htm. Neither the giver m 



spoke u word, and with bounding steps the boy 



ran homo; and now, here ut u distance from that 



Inline, after .-,o many events of so many yean 



feeling of gratitude which ogitated 

 that boy expresses ihself on paper. The 

 has long since withered, but it now bloom 

 — Douylai JtrroUi, 



Bbj 



c'niil »> 



always a charm. It may be a cheat. 



ich follows the flower gives character 



he tree. A sweet, geutle heart crimsoning with 



modes! blush the face of beauty, is that finer 



ch which God impressed upon human nature, 



when he took a rib from the side of Adam and of it 







i,|ia„: 



should show me my angry fat 



all take it ill. Some are wont to have u look- 

 ing-glass held to Uiem while they wash, though to 



ttle purpose; but to behold a man's self sounuatu. 



illy disguised and disordered, will conduce not a 

 little to the impeachment of anger.— Plutarch. 



it is when fate kindles the funeral pile of 

 hope that Remorse should brine the torch.— /.on 

 Paul BtJ/ord, 



There is no more interesting study than the pro- 

 p-ess of literature from these offsprings of nature 

 md impulse to the chastened and carefully pinned 

 inductions of brain and soul — it is "first the 

 dade, then the ear, then the full corn in the ear." 

 :t is said that the discovery of the use of iron was 

 the first step from barbarism to civilization, and 

 certain sense. Iron is the lever 

 mechanical world. But there is 

 finitely more importance than 

 evates the physical 

 of letters, or hiero- 

 glyphic symbols of whab 

 r the advancement of S 

 lartorsciencecoulddo. The thinking 

 competent to guide the working hand. 

 ut in Scotland they could compose elegant Latin 

 rses before tbey could make a wheelbarrow. Th 

 characters traced by the hand of Caoiiis, were th 

 germ of all the noble inventions which have sine 

 blessed tbe world so abundantly; and if ever ma 

 is able to pierce tbe veil that separates the know 

 from the unfathomable, 



anything which 



! kind, has done n 

 any mechi 



THE PRINTER, 



The printer is the Adjutant of Thought, and this 

 explains tbe mystery of the wonderful word thai 

 can kindle a hope as no song can — that can warn 

 a heart as no hope — that word " we," with a band, 

 in-hand warmth in it, for the Author and the Prin 

 ter are Engineers together. Engineers indeed !— 

 When the little Corsican bombarded Cadiz at tbe 

 distance of five miles, it was deemed the very 

 triumph of engineering. But what is that paltry 

 range to this, whereby they bombard ages yet t 



There at the "case" he stands and marshals it 

 to line the forces armed for truth, clothed in in 

 mortality and English. And what can be nobler 

 than tbe equipment of a thought in sterling Sax- 

 on — Saxon with the ring of spear on shield there- 

 when we nre dead, 

 "the latest syllable orre- 

 win a victory from death, 



MOURNING PILGRIMS. 



MoiT.SIN. 

 Night Of, 



Straggled hard, bu 

 Mourning pilgrims, t 



■nlng pilgrims. 



arching slowly 



Corded Ii 



for 



■_■ ^mduiilly o 

 This 

 s has no dying ii 



■To i. 





LlUllU.i lull-, 



ri/.on walls," 





The preservation of tbe memory of the noblest 

 achievements that hnvc shed lustre oi er the annuls 



of literature. All the chivalrous daring of the 

 liigli-vouled patriot, — the exalted calmness of the 

 martyr dying for conscience-sake,— the lofty hero- 

 ism of absorbing love,— would be forgotten and the 

 example be lost to future generations were it not 

 for this preserving power. The vast monuments 

 ofart in Egypt, designed to commemorate those who 

 erected them, have been powerless to effect that 

 purpose, while the intellectual monument reared 

 by the genius of Boswhll, will convey the fame of 

 the Ursa Major of English literature to untold my- 

 riads. Tbe nations destitute of a written language 

 and a literature, have utterly perished, and their 

 very names are forgotten on the eorfh 

 were Greece and Italy stricken out 

 morrow, they would still live, to all practical pur- 

 poses, and possess the same influence over the 

 thinking or all coming time. 



The process of building up a national literature 



is often discouragingly slow, but it should be 



remembered that it is a work destined to but, — I 



a fleeting bubble, bursting as soon as formed. 



The appreciation of literature grows with its growth 



and strengthens with its strength. England was 



mt to listen for centuries to tbe simple hymning 



itaught rhymesters before she was prepared 



iderstand the rare philosophy embedded like 



pearls in the rough bed of Sdakspeare's mind, 



:ece, when first emerging from the shades of 



barbarism, (say for example in tbe heroic age,) 



uld have derived little instruction from the pure 



taphysics of Plato,— the majestic .-nam, th, L i 



bgil drew from his sounding lyre would have 



fallen on unheeding ears had tbey been poured 



Tbe printer is called a laborer, and the 

 performs, toil. Oh, it is not work, but a sublime 

 rite he is performing, when be thus " sights" tbe 

 engine that is to fling a worded truth in grander 

 curve than missile ere before described — (ling it 

 into tho bosom of an age unborn. He throws off 

 his cout indeed; we but wonder, the i at her, that he 

 does not put his shoes from oil' Ins feel, for the place 

 whereon he stands is holy ground. 



A little song was utter,, I >■» where, Um^ a-jn 



it wandered through the twilight feebler than a 

 star — it died upon the ear. But the printer takes 

 it up where it was lying there in the silence like a 

 wounded bird, und he equips it anew with wings, 

 and he sends it forth from the Ark that had pre- 

 served it, and it flies on into the future with the 

 branch of peace; and around tbe world with 

 melody, like the dawning of a Spring morning. 

 How the type have built up the broken arches 

 e bridge of time. How they render the brnve 

 teranccs beyond tho Pilgrims, audible 

 lent — hardly fettering the free spirit 1 

 g — not a word nor a syllable lost in the 

 the world — moving in connected paragraph and 

 period, down the Icii.'tbeiiine line of years. 



Some men find poetry, but they do not look for 

 it as men do for nuggets of gold; tbey see it in 

 Nature's own handwriting, that so few know how 

 to read, and they render it into English. Such are 

 the poems tor u twilight hour and a nook in the 

 heart ; we may lie under the trees when we read 

 them, and watch the gloaming, and see the faces 

 in the clouds, in the pauses; we may read them 

 when the winter coals are glowing, and the volume 

 may slip from the forgetful hand, und still, like 

 evening bells, the melodious thoughts will ring 

 on.— B. F. Taylor. 



THE BEST SEWING MACHINES, 



Tiik ful lowing, fiom I'mich, contains un admirable 

 description of nu old-fashioned but invaluable 

 sewing machine: 



"The very best sewing much i tie a man can have, 

 is a wife. It is one that requires but a kind word 

 to set it iu motion, rarely gets out of repair, makes 

 but little noise, will go uninterruptedly for hours, 

 without the slightest trimming or the smallest 

 personal supervision being necessary. It will 

 make shirts, darn stockings, sew on buttons, mark 

 pocket handkerchiefs, cut out pinafores, aud man- 

 ufacture children's frocks out of any old thing you 

 may give it; and this it will do behind your bock 

 s before your face. In fact, you may 

 leave tbe house for days, and it will go on working 

 just the same. If it does get out of order a little 

 from being overworked, it mends itself by being 

 left alone for a short time, after which it returns 

 to its sewing with greater vigor than ever. Of 



are much quicker thau others. It depends, in a 

 vast measure, upon tbe particular pattern you 

 select. If you are fortunate in picking out the 

 choicest pattern of a wife— one, for insttnoe, that 

 sings while working, and seems never Io bo so 

 happy dj when her husband's linen is iu band— the 

 sewing machine may be pronounced perfect of its 

 kind ; so much bo, that there is no makeshift in tbe 

 world that can possibly replace it, either for love 

 or money. In -lout, no gentleman's establish- 



-Hi | j I « - r ..- v, n ln-ul one ol I . 









Yes, who does not love the Bible?— and who 

 shall say that it is not divine? It is a complete 

 text-book of moral philosophy. It furnishes a 

 complete index— as it were a chart of the human 

 mind. The different characters that are brought 

 to notice in the varied scenes of action, each har- 

 monizing with the other, in that tbey act upon 

 each other, and, combined, produce one grand re- 

 sult, tho revealing of the human heart, intricate 

 labarynth as it is, full of deep mvsteries inexplo- 

 rable to us. This, we say, is one grand argument 

 in favorof itsdivinity. For who but He that form- 

 ed the never-dying soul, could understand its 

 Wants, and direct us in the path of duty* 



With what clearness ot expression and vivid 

 coloring is each scene andeach transaction brought 

 before the mind calculated to stir up every cmo- 



: equ 





nty of 



lllffht, 



j ich 



nd moral 

 mly clothed in plain words 

 nvey a world of meaning, and 

 with a power that the pro- 



1 home to the hei 

 ons of man could 

 on, in bis teachings, spake thus to man. llis 

 " Words fitly spoken," like " apples of 2 old 

 Ab ! few and faint are our 



1 of its glo 



Het 



of it, loves tbe book. O! 



Bible is true, hut do we feel it to be true? 



Indeed, it is a message of love to a sin-t 

 world, with "healing on its wings." A mi 

 of love from God. Yen, such love as man 

 knew ; a guide and acomforter, that we may 

 His will concerning us. Ob ! precious book 

 we all perfectly obey its teachings, this 

 would be a paradise. Then let us read it 

 diligently, with a prayerful hea 

 demand and obey its precepts. Jake E. H- 









"It Might Have Bets. "— Tis a common ex- 

 pression, and oft-times lightly spoken, yet how 

 chillingly it falls upon the heart! It has a deep 

 meaning; its words are eloquent of grief. In 

 their little sum is contained the history of thou- 

 sands, What sorrow, what agony, what desola- 

 tion of heart, hath earth's vain promise wrought ' 

 Disappointment stulketh abroad as a giant, and 

 stricken souls are murmuring everywhere — "It 

 might have been!" 



"fis the dirgo of fondest hopes, the lament of 

 the soul. From the frozen pole to the burning 

 clime, the Angel of Grief spreads his leaden 

 wings, and tbe note ol" wailing, like the plaintive 

 cry of the dying swan, goes up from earth's myri- 

 ads of broken hearts. It hath no pause, no change. 

 Tbe passing hours repeat its mournful music 



rough the day, und darkness taketh up the strain 

 through the night-wutches. 0! how often has the 

 caught the sad refrain, and echoed hack 

 its wild complainings, that death-knell of 

 -•' It might have been."— Dedtba Mortimer 



nhrilU, Va., IS",!.. 



That one Single \ eiisb.— An old negro in tbe 

 West Indies, residing at a considerable distance 

 from the missionary, but exceedingly desirous of 

 learning to read the Bible, came to him regularly 

 for a lesson. He made but little progress, and his 

 teacher, almost disheartened, intimated lus fears 

 that binlabors would be lost, and asked him, " Hod 

 you not belter give it over?" "No, massa," said 

 be, with great energy, "Me never give it over till 

 me die ;" and, pointing with bis finger to John, 

 third chapter, and sixteenth verse: "God so loved 

 the world," etc., added with touching emphasis: 

 "It is worth all de labor to be able to read dat 



lines, under th 

 ol religion, u e duty as weJI ts 



'^s: 



