TO FORGET-TO REMEMBER. 



t jel if with dross 



■ft, dreamy night, 

 lownlheb- light 



Like a gentle pert 



In doubling each joy ; 



HOWARD STREET. 



The long walk down town from Madison street, 

 where Mrs. Jefferson lived, could be very much 

 shortened by passing through a dirty alley, desig- 

 nated "Howard Street." Mrs. Jefferson seldom 

 availed herself of the advantage this " acroBS way" 

 offered; but one day, boing in great haste, she said 

 enture to go through 



b of such miserable 

 , she approached a 

 p-guns. 



to herself, "I think I will 

 that filthy lane." 



Accordingly she drew down her face to its great- 

 est possible length, and with a frown on ber brow, 

 set her pretty gaitered foot on the dirty walk. 

 Passing along, bewailing the necessity which 

 subjected ber to th 

 spectacles and off. 

 group of boys amu 

 Half a dozen voices shouted 

 weasel I" and the potato from the guns of the 

 accurate marksmen came in contact with Mrs. 

 Jefferson's nose. Darker grew the frown on her 

 brow, and darker still as she received unmistaka- 

 ble evidences that the nest aim was taken at ber 

 back. An expression of disgust mingled with 

 Mrs. Jefferson's frown aa sbe discovered a dirty 

 little child smiling at her through a cobweb- 

 curtained window. The baby's sister saw the look 

 on her face, and treated her to a splash from a 

 mod-puddle by the door. 



"You nasty thing!" said Mrs. J., but she was 

 answered by another splash, and hurried on. 



Some boys were making miniature locomotives 

 of mud on the walk. They did not observe the 

 lady'a approach until ber fretful voice inquired, 



"Can I pass?" 



"Yes! jest as quick 



horrid children" seemed 







get this injine done," 



" Ut . her go by, Bill;" only don't tip the cars 

 your hoops," said another. The boys 



considered this 

 forth long and bo 

 thing but niuai. 11 

 Howard street 

 children, and it i 





11 of dirty, ragged, saucy 

 only a passing glance to 

 B „ .„„. .-v, .« H l a ce» too filthy to be hon- 

 ored with the name of home. Mrs. Jefferson 

 was glad enough when she reached the broad, 

 decent thoroughfare ; she tried to pu | 0Q ft CQeer . 

 ful, pleasant face; but she could not help seeing 

 the mud-splashes on her dress,— she feared the 

 potato from the pop-guns had left its mark on her 

 face, and ber pretty gaiter boots hod not been at 



of " 

 her, too. 



She went home bj the "furthest way round," 

 resolved, whatever her haste might be, never 

 again to try 'to save time by passing through 

 Howard street. Just behind her tripped along 

 her little neighbor, Mrs. Balbww. 



" Rather uninviting," she said to herself, as her 

 happy face looked down the dingy alley," " but I'll 

 try and see how many smiles I can get from the 

 dirty little folks." 



With a grateful feeliog in her heart that Gon 



had drawn her lines for her in pleasant places, she 



reached the pop-gun marksmen, who had just 



taken such successful aim at Mrs. Jefferson. 



"Now for my smiles," thought Mrs. Baldwin, 



and she greeted the boys with such a frank and 



genial look that she won pleasant answering 



smiles from all of them but one. He was so busy 



getting his pop-gun into shooting order, that he 



did not see her face until the other boys exclaimed, 



" Hold on ! Ton I Don't shoot that lady." 



Tom looked up with an expression which said, 



" I will if I have a mind to," but the lady gave him 



such a merry smile, that he drew back a little, and 



Mrs. Baldwin heard him say, 



" Well, I'd rather not shoot her, I reckon !" 



The dirty baby was still peeping through the 



ibwebs. He caught a glimpse of 



face, and instantly commenced such a crowing 



and capering that the lady bad to stop n 



What a dear baby you are." Bal 



the admiring look and heard the 

 Stowed, and she hurried to the door, 

 hand, not this time to improvise a shower from 

 the mud-puddlo, but she said, 



" The walk is so dirty for your nice dress I want 

 to brush it off for you." 



The little engine-makers were engrossed with 

 their mud toys, and hesitated about leaving their 

 play long enough to let the lady pass, but 



kind advice she offered, while ber tears fell with 

 theirs, and the kind look and encouraging words 

 left sunbeams in the cheerless homes after she had 

 gone. 



In two or three weeks Mrs. Baldwin colled 

 again. Baby's sister bounded to meet her, ex- 

 claiming with delight, "The sweet lady has come 



The " ewe« 

 epla< 



t ]u>t" 



t lady" 





webs had been brushed 



instead of doing service 



swept and scrubbed the f 



order. A few weeds and 



a boquet for the table, an 



baby was perfectly bewitching in his wholes 



cleanliness. 



"Well donel my brave little girl I I hope 



uld hardly believe it was 

 I before. The cob- 

 . The old broom, 

 i mud-puddle, had 

 Everything wns in 

 ion flowers formed 



" Keep on ? Indade, and I will keep on, ma'am | 

 Father says he wont stay away nigbt3 as long as 

 everything is so nice and pleasant here — and 

 mother says she can rest a great deal better when 



s home, and her face looks 





.ntly, 



" These are very nice locomotives, boys j I'll try 

 and not come in collision with them." 



Tbe boys made way for ber right quickly, 

 from the lips of more than one of them, cai 

 "Beg pardon, madam." 



Every little cliild was ready to give back s 

 for smile, and it was with a face perfectly radiant 

 with happiness that she greeted ber friends a 

 passed down Main street. Mrs. Baldwin told her 

 husband all about her walk and her adventure, 

 and he, (silly fellow,) kissed her and said, " Blesa 

 your dear heart, wife! You are a perfect little 

 sunbeam. Who, besides you, could find anything 

 but wretchedness in Howard street?" 



Mrs. Jefferson thought she would never go 

 near the dirty alley again, but on talking with 

 some of the ladies of a benevolent association 

 abont the degradation of its inhabitants, sbe con- 

 sented, after considerable urging, to go as a 





anary to the "poor miserable c: 

 Sbe supplied herself with o bundle of t; 



% care to wear clothing which would suffer 

 least injury from dirt, she sallied forth on her 



Dear! dear! me !" she said, as she entered a 

 wretched domicil, — "I should think you would 

 nfect the whole city with fevers and cholera! 

 )on't you know it is shamefully wicked for you to 

 >e so dirty? Are you a friend of the Savior?" she 

 added, in a solemn tone. 



I don't want to be, if you are," was the reply. 

 Bere are some tracts I would like to have you 



ae woman snatched the tracts from ber hand, 

 them in pieces, and threw them into her 



Here comes that cross woman who looked so 



y at baby," said baby's sister and champion, 



and she slammed the door in Mrs. Jefferson's 



I should think you would be kick, and I should 

 think yonr husband would drink," said Mrs. J. to 

 feeble-looking woman. " I am not sur- 

 prised at it, at all. You oughtn't to live in this 

 serable way." She did her duty distributing 

 r tracts, but she had the satisfaction of seeing 

 j most of them follow her into the street, and 

 i rest were consigned to the flames. 

 11 Those creatures are hopelessly depraved," 

 B a id Mrs. Jefferson. "There's no use in trying 

 do anything for Howard street." 

 Mrs. Balowin could not help feeling an interest 

 the children who responded so readily to her 

 kind looks, and bo, without telling even Mr. 

 aldwin what she proposed to do, she set out to 

 lake some calls among them. She thought sho 

 ould call firat where the baby lived, for Bhefelt 

 uite sure of a kind reception there. 'Twas a 

 ght joyful welcome they gave her, for baby's 

 ater oxclamed, "0! here is the pleasant lady 

 ho stopped to look at Patset the other day ! Oh ! 

 ae's coming right in here 1" 



dirty a place for the like of ye," said 



Patsf. 



oUi.-i 



"Never mind," said our sunshiny Mrs. Bald- 

 vin, " I felt like dropping in, and thought I would 

 oke the liberty." 

 "Bless ye for it! but I am ashamed to have a 

 ale lady see my house. Things didn't use to go 

 io wid me! No, indade!" and tbe poor woman 

 poured her life's history into the stranger's ear. 



.rs filled the listener's loving eyes, and she 

 replied,—" I think I can understand your feelings, 

 my good woman. A poor, weary body must require 

 fter she has been out over a wash-tub all the 

 day— but this smart little girl who swept the walk 

 :ely for me the other day, could make o capi- 

 tal housekeeper, I am sure. Won't you try it, my 

 ttle girl ? Won't you find a place for everything, 

 and scrub everything up clean, and keep the house 

 ond tidy ? Try 









little baby-brother's face, and brush his hair and 

 have bis clothing clean, and I shall love to tend 

 and kieB him, for be is a beautiful baby, I think." 

 Mrs. Baldwin called upon every family in How- 

 ard street that afternoon. None treated her rudely, 

 and many opened their hearts to her as the baby's 

 mother had done. They promised to follow the 



Some had failed to carry out their plans of 

 reform, but others had succeeded and testified to 

 the delights of a neat, orderly home. The indolent 

 and discouraged housekeepers were roused by the 

 good example of their neighbors, and one by one 

 they followed suit until at length the little leaven 

 had leavened the whole lump. 



After two or three such friendly visits, Mrs. 

 Balbwin took some tracts with her. They were 

 not only kindly received, but different families 

 met together to hear them read,— not ho much for 

 the good they might get as for the kind lady's 

 sake. The tracts produced good effects, however, 

 and from time to time there were added to the 

 various city churches from the inhabitants of 

 Howard street, of such as shall be saved. * * * 



It was two years ago that Mrs. B. made her first 

 call in the dirty alley, and now the walk which 

 shortened tbe way down town is lined with neat 

 cottages, with flowers in the yards and vines 

 curtaining the windows, — the homes of sober, 

 contented, working men and women. Mrs. Jeffer- 

 son wonders, with many others, what can have 

 wrought such happy changes. Mrs. Baldwin has 

 never blazoned ber successful work abroad, but 

 she thanks God that He made her the humble 

 instrument of beginning the good work in Howard 



SALMAGUNDI. 



To love, is everything; love is God.— Lton. 

 ffozlan. 



Our powers owe much of their energy to our 

 hopes. — Johnson. 



Slight small injuries and they will become none. 

 -FulUr. 



sun is to the earth. — Balzac. 



It is strange how soon, when a great man dies, 

 hi3 place is filled.— Longfellow. 



Life is a sleep, love is a dream ; and you have 

 lived, if you have loved.— Alfred de Mutsti. 



He that calls a man ungrateful sums up all the 

 evil that a man can be guilty of.— Sunft. 



Pleasure and pain spring not so much from the 

 nature of things as from our manner of consider- 

 ing Ihem. —Bovee. 



"A man is, in general, better pleased," says Dr. 

 Johnson, -'when be has a good dinner upon the 

 table, than when his wife talks Greek." 



A man feels relieved and gay when he has pnt 

 bis heart into bis work and done his best; but 

 what he has said or done otherwise shall give him 



LOVE-ITS PURITY AMD POWER, 

 How bright and beautiful is love in its hour of 

 purity and innocence-how mysteriously does it 

 etherialize every feeling and concentrate every 

 wild and bewildered impulse of the heart. Love 

 holy and mysterious love-it is tbe garland B phng 

 of life— the dream of the heart— the poetry of 

 nature. Its song is heard in the rude hut of the 

 poor as well as the gorgeous palace of the rich- 

 its flames embellish the solitude of tbe forest, and 

 the thronged haunts of busy life, and its light 

 imparts a brilliancy to every heart, no matterwbat 



nay l.i 



■oridit 



Love— pure, holy and devoted love— can 

 change. Friends may forsake us— the riches of 

 this world may soar away, but the heart that 

 loves will cling closer as louder roars the storm, 

 and amid the wreck of the tempest it will serve 

 as a "beacon" to light us on to hope ond happi- 



t Su0lh*B 



Love is the mystic and unse 

 the wild and rugged tendenci 

 —that lingers about the sanctity of the fireside 

 and unites in closer union the affections of society, 

 and the soul that loves truly will love forever. 

 Not like the waves of the ocean, nor traced in 

 sand, is the image impressed upon a loving heart. 

 No, no— but it will burn on, undefaced its lustre 

 amid the quick rush of winds, and the warring of 

 the tempest cloud— and when our fate seems dark 

 and dreary, then will love seek shelter in her own 

 hallowed temple; and offer up as a sacrifice her 

 vows and her affections. 





-If ii 



well for o mon to live ot 

 all, he should endeavor to avoid all those influ- 

 ences which detract from the beauty and har- 

 mony of human existence. In other words, he 

 should "make the most of life," and not allow 

 himself to be distracted, annoyed, or confounded 

 by anything. He should fully possess himself, 

 being at peace with bis own soul, and having a 

 great good will for all mankind. Life, then, will 

 have a beautiful significance to him; its current 

 will be deep and flow gently on,— in oil the beau- 



GEO GRAPHICAL ENIGMA. 



Placb an inferior character i 

 finest circumstances, and from 

 with them, he will still remaii 



contact with the 

 wanting affinities 

 from no fault of 



wo generally begin in 



i apd observation, we 



i of tbe simple and 





sUttrt 



slOTI 



; man thanks God for having saved what is 

 noble and manly in bis soul, it is when he thinks 

 of offering it to tbe woman he loves.— Mrs. Stow*. 



us Vespasian never dismissed any petitioner 



> tear in his eye, or with a heavy heart; and 

 shall wc think that tbe God of compassions will 

 always dismiss the petitioners of heaven with 



in their eyes ? Surely no. 



IBTSODX sits in judgment on a dirty 



it, and there are ten 

 t not so sinful after 

 t is sinful ; burnished 

 men think.— II. W. 



:cept different 



t power 



and people who think 

 [t is ragged iniquity th 

 ity is not bo wicked a 

 Beecher. 



Tbacd: your child as lovin 

 forms of religion among c 

 languages, wherein there is still but 

 ind expressed. Every genius has : 

 bis own tongue, and every heart in its own 

 religion.— .han Paul Bichttr- 

 Men who concentrate themselves all upon one 

 lint may be sharp, acute, pungent — they may 

 ive spear-like force of character, but they are 

 ;ver broad and round, never of full-proportioned 

 manhood ; which can only be obtained by the car- 

 rying forward of tbe whole of a man in an even- 

 breasted march. 



i. woman must be very insensible who is not 

 ived to come upon a higher plane of being her- 

 f, by seeing how undoubtingly she is insphered 

 the heart of a good and noble man. A good 

 in's faith in you, fair lady, if you ever have it, 

 II make you better and nobler, even before you 

 ow it. — Mrs. Stowe. 



Foil once that Becrccy is formally imposed upon 

 u, it is implied a hundred times by the conoux- 

 it circumstances. All that your friend says to 

 u, as to his friend, is entrusted to you only. 

 ich of what man tells you in the Lour of afilic- 

 n, in sudden anger, or in any outpouring of his 

 art, should be sacred, In his craving for sym- 

 pathy, he has spoken to you as to bis own soul.— 

 Fruits of Leisure. 



toU nnb Cjumor. 



SATTSFACTORY-OR OUGHT TO BE 



It appears that in a 

 e Wisconsin Chief, 



add res; 



t'> tlllTH nil 



deliver a temperance 

 as wore made, three of 

 e editor's plea of guuty 



will not go to talk Umpa>. 



'''pay." 



Guilty! WehaTealargesum invested in gratu- 

 itous reform labor, and now retire on the income 

 Our bank account of " good wishes and votes of 

 thanks " show several millions in our favor, and 

 we are above the necessity of lecturing and 'foot- 

 ing our own bills. We are now speculating— put- 

 ting potatoes in tbe ground and enjoying the 



" Ih m rich, ami lieu i. 



All t 



We a 



palace at tk* Oakt." 

 the nabobs. Like the 



when ho 



fellow who would have 



killed the one be was after, and three 



s'uall have some land when we get it. Oar i 

 is principally pine, 22x23, one story, and 

 Bumptuously furnished. It is neither plas 

 papered or painted inside— such furnisbing 

 plebian. We use stove-pipe for chimney, and oui 

 parlor for ball, reception-room, dining-room, kitch. 



ed, 



the children 



.plo. 



etc. Our Brussels ingrain 



made or old coat-ekirts, shirt-tails, dUapida 

 pants, and other things too numerous to menti. 

 Our furniture is common cherry, and our cha 

 are bottomed with cat-tail floes. Our snonnn i 

 mostly pewter — silvi 

 chattels personal ru 

 of several millions. 





Tlio u 



■llll 111 



matters, divers and sun- 

 dry, give figures with spasms when the total is 

 enumerated. We dare not go into details for fear 



of robbery. If Bro. expects a man of such 



means to go and talk temperance, be wiU be disap- 

 pointed. We are growing more and more merce- 

 nary every day. We shall add three more pigs to 

 our sty, and push the setting bens to their utmost. 

 And if our farrow cow should add another calf to 

 our horned stock, we shall be above lecturing 



" Hi struts nbov* th, f<um and plays Ike lord in. 

 broadcloth:' 



A fact. Our home rig was once broadcloth, 

 though badly ventilated now. Rents range from 

 the knee upwards. Our hat is straw, and now in 



with us Into the world. And when we walk among 

 the Lawtons, Catawissas, Houghton's Seedlings, 

 the spacious strawberry patches, and look upon 

 two apples and a half a dozen pears, one quart of 

 currants at least, several gooseberries and as many 

 raspberries, we do feel like a lord, and above the 

 benevolent business of lecturing and paying our 





e of thanks. 



A Tender Reproof.— A little boy had one day 

 done wrong, and was sent, after maternal correc- 

 tion, to ask in secret the forgiveness of his 

 Heavenly Father. His offence had been passion. 

 Anxious to bear what he would say, bis mother 

 followed to the door of his room. In lisping 

 accents she heard him ask to be made better, 

 never to be angry again, and then, with childlike 

 simplicity, he added, "Lord, make via'* temper 



MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA. 



X 



ALGEBRAICAL PROBLEM. 



Akteuas Martin. 



ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS, Ac,, EN ! 

 Answer to Miscellaneous Enigma:— Ful 



Scottish Kings.— An Irish clergyman having 

 gone to visit the portraits of the Scottish kings 

 in Holyrood House, observed one of the monarch* 

 Of a very youthful appearance, while his son was 

 depicted with a long heard, and wore the traits 

 of extreme old age. " Sancta Maria 1 ." exclaimed 

 the good Hibernian, "is it possible that this 

 gentleman was an old man when his father was 



Postings. — Of an unpopular painter it 

 bis only good traits were bis par-traits. 



An omnibus horse has about an equal e. 

 of wheel and woe. 



If General Tom Thumb finds a fitting wife, the 

 public will enjoy the pomological exhibition of a 

 new variety of " Dwarf Pair."— New York Even- 



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