A WOULD OF LOVE AT HOME. 
Thk earth hath treasures fair and bright. 
Deep buried in her caves, 
And ocean hideth many a gem 
With his blue curling waves; 
yet not within her bosom dark. 
Or ’neath the dashing foam, 
laves there a treasure equalling 
A world of love at home! 
True sterling happiness and joy 
Are not with gold allied; 
Nor can it yield a pleasure like 
A merry fireside. 
I envy not the man who dwells 
In stately hall or dome. 
If ’mid his splendor he hath not 
A world of love at home. 
The friends whom time hath proved sincere, 
’Tia they alone can bring, 
A sure relief to hearts that droop 
’Neath Sorrow's heavy wing. 
Though care and trouble may be mine. 
As down life’s path I roam, 
I’ll heed them not while still I have 
A world of Jove at home. 
the FIRST HERALDS OF SPRING. 
BIT D. W. BALLOU, JR. 
A beautiful and enjoyable spring day, 
was last Sabbath. There were no threat¬ 
ening clouds to make us fear that a tempest 
was gathering in the distance, but all was 
clear and genial. From the brilliant rising 
to the gorgeous going down of the sun, he 
traversed an undimmed pathway across the 
heavens, his dazzling face beaming with 
steady splendor. We enjoy such a day- 
coming so suddenly upon us in the midst 
of Winter—as weary travelers in a desert do 
a fruitful, shady spot, though surrounded 
by boundless desolation and waste. We 
do not remember ever to have before seen 
so large an amount of snow pass off so qui¬ 
etly, as that which fell this winter, though 
we have had no very violent or long rains 
to carry it away. It has disappeared under 
the milder action of southern winds and 
melting rays. 
The process by which this great change 
has been wrought is a curious and in 
teresting study. How we should like to 
witness the wonderful effects of the heat of 
the tropics all at once rushing over the dreary 
regions of cold that skirt the Arctic circle. 
Would there not be a quick bursting asun¬ 
der of the frozen fetters that so long have 
bound up those vast realms of ice? Would 
not unimagined beauty and life spring into 
being at the constant but gentle gleams 
of the summer’s sun. These soft and silent 
influences would far surpass in grandeur 
and extent the force of the fierce whirlwinds 
that have swept over these barren wastes 
for oenturics. It would be like the bright¬ 
ness of noon-day bursting upon the dark¬ 
ness of midnight 
Though on a day sacred to religious wor¬ 
ship, wc could hot resist the desire to walk 
among the neglected garden beds and see 
what progress the earliest of the spring- 
flowers were making toward growth—to 
notice with what perfect and unerring 
instinct they begin to show signs, not only 
of vitality, but that they know that the 
time has come for them to enter upon the 
brief career of vegetable life, and always 
in obedience to the mysterious laws that 
are the condition of their existence. The 
lily, the blue valerian, the columbine, the 
violet—“spring’s little infant,” as C owlet 
prettily calls it—had just raised their ten¬ 
der heads above the surface of the cold, 
damp earth, ready to receive and greet the 
first visits of the animating and reviving 
warmth and light. 
Towards the approach of evening—when 
there seemed to be a soft and serene splen¬ 
dor in the lengthening shadows of the de¬ 
clining 6un—1 wandered along the borders 
of the old primeval woods, and there too 
were evidences of the sensitive impatience 
with which the forest plants were waiting 
to start into life, and escape from the relent¬ 
less tyranny of the unfeeling Frost-King, 
that had held them close prisoners, bound 
fast in icy chains, for long months. On 
the bleak sides of the neighboring hills, 
and along the lines of the fences passing 
through the fields, the remains of large 
snow banks were visible, as if to remind us 
that Winter—though we should like so well 
to bid him a speedy farewell and late re¬ 
turn-had not yet taken his final leave, but 
was still “lingering in the lap of Spring,” or 
rather, that that fairest and loveliest daugh¬ 
ter of the seasons, had ventured a little too 
soon into the dreary dominions of the burly 
monarch of storms, and if she does not 
hastilw retreat, would most likely meet with 
a rudfe and cold reception. The lichens, 
some of which grow even under the weight 
of deep snow, looked green and fresh; and 
at every few steps some forest plant was to 
be seen putting forth its tender spears—to 
be chilled, no doubt, by some of the sharp 
frosts that will yet pass over them. 
There are other little incidents accompa¬ 
nying the departure of Winter and the 
coming of Spring that I always observe 
with satisfaction. It is really pleasant to 
notice with what eagerness the boys—the 
men in miniature—enter upon their “ busi 
ness season.” Already they are earnestly 
engaged in rivalry with each other as to 
who shall fly the first and highest kite, and 
are disputing the important subject, decisive 
of the great question, as to who had tho 
first game of ball. On the dryer places of 
the sunny side of the door yards, where 
it is warm enough, the little girls may be 
seen busily employed in building their play 
houses, arranging their furniture, setting up 
their dishes, and attending to their dolls 
with all the solicitude and affection that 
they may be called upon to exhibit in after 
years, when the real duties and cares of 
life will press upon them with hand far 
heavier than they dream of now, in their 
innocent and playful glee. But let them 
alone: in the present they find happiness; 
the future will soon enough be along with 
its responsibilities and anxieties. Let us 
hope that they will be ready and willing to 
meet them, without so much as thinking of 
them now. 
I remember to have seen, on the first 
cold and stormy day that announced the 
beginning in earnest of the winter, now 
soon to end, two little ground birds flitting 
about apparently unmindful of the windy 
weather. Again, to-day, hopping from spot 
to spot, merrily chirping, or perhaps talking 
over, in a familiar way, the absorbing topic 
of then* next summer’s residence, I saw a 
pair of the same kind of birds in nearly 
the same place, who seemed to have taken 
r the first opportunity to come out from theii; 
autumn retirement. Were they the same 
loving mates? 
With what lively feelings of delight and 
interest do we watch these slight but hope¬ 
ful indications of tho return of the ever 
weloomc seasons of buds and blossoms, 
flowers and fruits, foliage and verdure, sun¬ 
shine and showers, gently rising vapors and 
eoftly descending dew? They are the first 
delicate fringes on the wide-spread mantle 
of beauty and magnifioenoe which we long 
to see extend itself so gracefully over field 
and forest. 
Lockport, February 24,185L 
Ir there be anything on this poor earth, 
True — lasting — and most solid in its worth — 
Pure as the sympathies of those above. 
It is a good and faithful mother’s love. 
The chords may snap that bind all other hearts — 
Ab parts the day from night, so friendship porta — 
The uncertian tie that’s fastened at the altar — 
Is often cut — a brother’s love may falter — 
But— and O atheist, here I take my sta nd 
’Gainat your denial of a better land; 
Some things I know death cannot end or sever, 
A mother’s love must be a love for ever! 
A MEMORY. 
iPoaTKAJnrs an© skjettcbebs of the p»B3^]»wars.-.w®, S- 
THOMAS JEFFERSOK. 
BAeHEL8Effi»0a 
Btrr what a happy, careless life belongs 
to this bachelorhood, in which you may 
strike out boldly, right and left! Your 
heart is not bound to another, which raay 
only be full of sickly vapors of feeiing; nor 
is it frozen to a cokl man’s heart under a 
silk bod dico—knowi ng nothing of tenderness 
but the name, to prate of; and nothing of 
soul-confidence but chimsy confession.— 
And i£ in your careless out-goings, you get 
only a little lip vapidity in return, be sure 
that you will find ekewere a true heart 
utterance. This last you will cherish in 
ycur inner soul — a nucleus for a new group 
of affections; and the other will pass with a 
whiff of your cigar. 
Or if your feelings are touched, struck, 
hurt, who is the wiser, or the worse, but you 
only ? And have you sot the whole skeia 
of your heartlife in your own fingers, to wind 
or unwind, in whaijshapo you please ? Shake 
it, twine it, or tangle it by the light of your 
fire, as you fancy best He is a weak man, 
who cannot twist and weave the threads of 
his feeling—however fine, however tangled, 
however strained, or however strong—into 
the great cable of Purpose, by which he is 
moored to hk life of Action. — Ik Marvel. 
Perverseness.—A spirit of perverseness 
sometimes seizes us, making us act contrary 
to our own better feelings—making us do 
little disagreeable tilings just because %se 
should not do them. This furnishes the only 
satisfactory solution of one-half the quarrels 
between the best of friends. It rather 
grates upon our self-love to feel that they 
possess, however worthily, so much power 
over us, so we attempt in some such way to 
show off our independence. 
In America wherever a dazzling show 
of gaiu opens, thither rush the crowding 
rout like a herd of buffaloes; and he who 
stands to turn them back, because the end 
is wrong, or the reasons wrong, fares as he 
would that should attempt to head the 
droves on the prairies. 
They would rush him down, gore him, 
trample him, and thunder past in a cloud 
of dust— Beecher. 
Mu. Jefferson, the third President of 
the United States, was, as he himself states, 
in hk memoirs, of Welsh descent by the 
father, his mother being a Randolph —one 
of the seven sons settled in Goochland, Va. 
His father, Peter Jefferson, settled on an es¬ 
tate called Shadwell, in Albemarle county, 
where Thomas was born, on the 13th of 
April, 1743. Hie father, who was a man 
of some distinctioii in the ooloay, died in 
1757, leaving a widow, with two sons and 
six daughters. Thomas, the eldest, inher¬ 
ited the property of Montioeflo, upon which 
he lived when in private life, and where he 
died. 1 
Mr. Jeffersoa was regularly educated for 
the profession of the law, and entered Wil¬ 
liam and Mary College in 1780. Seven 
years afterward, he was admitted to the bar, 
aad continued practicing with distinguished 
success, until the Revolution broke out and 
oloeed the courts. He was a sound jurist, 
and an able debater. He possessed all the 
mental requisites for a great speaker, but 
his voice was too weak to be heard in a 
large assembly. Hence he never adven¬ 
tured in the brilliant field of popular oratory. 
By birth and position, if birth and posi¬ 
tion be at all recognizable in America, Mr. 
Jefferson was an aristocrat; but by inclina¬ 
tion and sentiment, he was a democrat and 
a philanthropist. Naturally of a warm and 
sanguine temperroent, his early classical 
reading had imbued him with the fondest 
admiration of the Republics of Greece and 
Rome, and fired his imagination with the 
dream of an emancipated humanity. When 
of Virginia, to succeed Patrick Henry. He 
held the office for two yeans, and then re¬ 
tired to private life, and soon after wrote 
his celebrated “Notes on Virginia.” In 
1784, he wrote a treatise on the establish¬ 
ment of a coinage for the United States, 
and proposed the present system of federal 
money. 
In 1784, he was appointed, in connection 
with Adams aad Franklin, minister pleni¬ 
potentiary, to negotiate treaties of commerce 
with foreign nations. In July of that year, 
he sailed for Europe, with his eldest daugh¬ 
ter. The next March, ho was appointed, 
by Congress, minister at the French oourt, 
to succeed Dr. Franklin, in which poet he 
remained until October, 1789. During this 
time, he cultivated the acquaintance of the 
wits, statesmen, and philosophers of Paris, 
with whom he was a great favorite. On 
his return, he was appointed, by Washing¬ 
ton, Secretary of Suite, and iu 1791, gave 
his opinion against the establishment of a 
national bank, as being unconstitutional— 
the bill, however, being signed by General 
Washington. During his continuence in the 
cabaet, he frequency differed, upon impor¬ 
tant questions, with Mr. Hamilton, the Sec¬ 
retary of the Treasury. Subsequently, the 
opposition to tho administration was organ¬ 
ized under the direction of Mr. Jefferson, 
and assumed the name of republicans. 
In 1790, Mr. Jefferson became the re¬ 
publican candidate for President, but Mr. 
Adams received the highest number of 
votes, and Mr. Jefferson became Vice-Pres¬ 
ident, in which capacity, as President of the 
One golden memory flits o’er my soul 
in the hour of sadness, like a bright dream 
of some far off land of beauty, and then 
fades away so gently that I can scarcely 
believe it aught but a vision. It comes to 
my wearied soul, a gleam of radiant sun¬ 
shine, and then vanishes again like the dew- 
drops before the light and warmth of morn¬ 
ing. It is a memory of one beautiful day 
when light, and life, and joy beamed down 
upon the blue expanse of waters, and our 
earth was gladdened with the minstrelsy of 
singing birds and sighing zephyrs. Swiftly 
we glided oe'r the lakelet’s glassy surface, 
and joy beamed in every eye while the 
sweet music of many voices were blended 
in song. O, how happy that day on the 
water and on the shore, when nature and 
our hearts were so full of all beauty and 
happiness. 
We were children, then—not a care dim¬ 
med our joy, nor did we dream that after 
years would bring the presence of sorrow— 
we knew not the woes that ever attend on 
maturer life. And now, how the blessed 
memory of those days doth cheer our rug¬ 
ged pathway, and bring sweet thoughts to 
eharm away our sadness. Amanda. 
MANLINESS AND BEAUTY. 
the Iocg-smothered hostility of the colonies j Senate, he wrote his “Manual” of Con- 
fco the oppressions of the mother country at 
last broke out, they found Jefferson already 
a democrat, and an enthusiast in the cause 
of human liberty. 
In 1769, Mr. Jefferson was elected to tho 
legislature of the colony, a suitation he con¬ 
tinued to fill until the breaking ont of the 
Revolution. During this period, he made 
an effort to proeure the abolition of slavery 
in Virginia, which was unsuccessful. Iu 
1772, Mr. Jefferson married Mrs. Martha 
Skelton, a widow of twenty-three, daughter 
of Mr. John Wayles, a distinguished lawyer. 
In 1773, Mr. Jefferson was appointed on | 
the legislative committee of conference; and 
in the next year published his “ Summary 
View of the Rights of America,” addressed 
to the King of Great Britain, and containing 
an able exposition of the true relations be¬ 
tween the colonies and the mother country. 
In 1775, he was sent to the Continental 
Congress, and, was one of the committee of 
five appointed to prep-are the Declaration of 
Independence. Although the youngest 
member of tho committee, be was invited 
to prepare a draft of that important docu¬ 
ment—an invitation which he accepted.— 
The result was, the immortal paper that was 
submitted to the committee, and which was 
adopted, with some trifling amendments, by 
Congress, on the 4th of July, 1776, thus 
founding a new epoch in human history. 
The same year, having been elected a 
member of the Virginia legislature, he re¬ 
signed his seat in Congress, and turned his 
attention to revising the laws of the Com¬ 
monwealth. Among the laws originated 
by him, and which were adopted by the 
legislature, were those abolishing the law 
of primogeniture; prohibiting the importa¬ 
tion of slaves; establishing religious freedom 
and a system of general education* In 
1779, Mr. Jefferson was elected Governor 
We never enter the omnibus or steam¬ 
boat without expecting to be dazzled by 
some lustrous divinity whose glance makes 
golden the common air; and we never read 
of a revolution in human affairs without ex¬ 
pecting a new exhibition of magnanimity in 
man. Why is this, except that such things 
are the rightful heritage of mans iht’ Inev¬ 
itable ornament of his manhood? Some 
moralist has said that no woman had a right 
to be plain; which is true. Her nature en¬ 
titles her to be beautiful only, and when it 
is really operative always renders her so.— 
Never yet saw any one beauty in woman 
which was not purely womanly, and there¬ 
fore, impersonal. The person who reveals 
it, joyously feels herself to be merely the 
priestess or minister of this sacred flame, 
and shrinks from all personal property in it, 
as from sacrilege. So also no man has a 
right to be mean or trivial His essential 
manhood entitles him only to be manly; 
and when he falls short of this we may be 
sure that his inward amplitude has been 
prejudiced by the limits of his outward po¬ 
sition .—Henry James. 
MARRIAGE. 
gressional routine. In 1890, he was again 
a candidate for President, and was elected 
He was re-elected in 1804, aad finally re¬ 
tired from office aad public life in 1809, de¬ 
voting the remaining 17 years of his life to 
the pursuits of literature and science, the 
keeping up of an extensive correspondence 
with many loading men, in Europe and 
America, and the practioe of a liberal and 
generous hospitality. One of the favorite 
subjects which, during this period, engaged 
his attention, was the establishment of a 
system of public education; and it was thro’ 
his instrumentality that the University of 
Virginia was established, at Charlottesville, 
in 1818. He was appointed rector of the 
institution, and continued to act in that ca¬ 
pacity until his death. He died on the 4th 
of July, 1826, on the same day with Mr. 
Adams. He left a private memorandum 
requesting that a small granite obelisk 
should be erected over his grave, with this 
inscription: 
“ HERE WAS BORIRD 
THOMAS JEFFERSON, 
AUTHOR or THE DECLARATION Or INDEPENDENCE, 
OF THE 8TATUTB OF VIRGINIA FOR RSLIGKKta FREEDOM, 
AND FATHER OF THK UNIVERSITY OF VIRGINIA.” 
Mr. Jefferson was a little over eighty- 
three when he died. In person he was 
tall and very robust, and enjoyed uniform 
health until a short period before hi3 death. 
—American Phrenological Journal 
Steele says, wherever woman plights 
her truth, under the sky of heaven, at the 
domestic hearth, or in the consecrated 
aisles, the ground is holy, the spirit of the 
hour is sacramental That it is thus felt 
even by the most trivial, may be observed 
at the marriage ceremony. Though the 
mirth may be fast and furious before or af¬ 
ter the irrevocable formula is spoken, yet 
at that point of time there is a shadow on 
the most laughing lip—a moisture in the 
firmest eye. Wedlock, indissoluble, except 
by an act of God—a sacrament, whose 
solemnity reaches to eternity—will always 
hold its rank in literature, as the most im¬ 
pressive fact of human experience in dra¬ 
matic writing, whether of the stage or closet, 
the play or novel It must be so. If 
government, with all its usurpations and 
aggressions, has appropriated history, let 
the less ambitions portions of our literature 
be sacred to the affections—to the family 
based upon conjugal and parental love, as 
that institution is the state which, hitherto 
. in the world’s annals, has been little else 
i than the sad exponent of human ambition. 
To the Wife. —If your husband has 
built for himself a household hearth, do not 
let it be trodden into ruins by the very idol 
whom he has placed there. When you 
suffer your own hands to tear down the fair 
adornments of idolatry with which his pas¬ 
sion has decked you, and appear before him 
not as an angelic ideal, but a selfish, sullen, 
or vain woman, little know you that it may 
take years of devotion to effaoe the deep 
bitterness produoed by that one hour—the 
first, perchanoe, when he has seen you as 
you are. 
Dr. Ruse, wa3 perhaps, one of the most 
untiring students that ever lived. Two 
young physieians were conversing in his j 
presence once, and one of them said, “When 
1 finished my studies”—“ When you fin- _ 
ished your studies!” said the Doctor abrupt -1 Let your heart expand to sympathy and 
ly; “ why you must be a happy man to have j compassion, but not to oold mistrust, as tho 
finished so young. I do not expect to fin- j flower opens to the blessed dew, but closes 
ish.mine while I live.” against the rain. 
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