MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTU UAL AND FAMILY JOURNAL. 
A DOMESTIC PICTURE. 
Bj.est be that spot, where cheerful guests retire 
To pause from toil, and trim their evening fire; 
Blest that abode, where want and pain repair, 
And every stranger finds a ready chair; 
Blest he those feasis with simple plenty crowned. 
Where all the ruddy family around 
Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail. 
Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale; 
Or press the bashful stranger to his food, 
And lc.irn the luxury of doing good.— [Goldsmith. 
BEAUTEOUS MAY. 
Mild, pleasant and capricious May has 
come. Over fields, and hills, and golden 
streams she is smiling, and her rosy foot- 
THE REMINISCENCES OF CHILDHOOD. 
The reminiscences of childhood, of boy¬ 
hood, and even of the first entrance into 
youth, have to almost all men an indescriba- 
THE ORPHAN BOY- 
“ He faded yet so calmly meek. 
So gently wan, so sweetly weak.” 
The bustle of the fight was over; the 
ble charm. Up to this time, we look back prisoners had been secured, and the decks 
upon ourselves with a curious feeling, as if washed dow "’ the watch piped, and the 
it were not altogether ourselves we were schooner had once more relapsed into mid- 
contemplating, but rather some other being , n, § ht repose. 1 sought my hammock 
who preceded us, and whose thoughts and and s ° on f le0 P; J ?ut n U f lumbe , rs 
feelings are the sole remembrnce of them were disturbed by wild dreams which, like 
v,fa 70 ; n u 0 ,; t0r i 1 Ant linnn the visions of a lever, agitated and unnerved 
“You have been kind to me, sir—kind¬ 
er than most people are to a poor orphan 
boy. I have no way to show my gratitude 
— unless you will take the Bible you will 
find in my trunk. It’s a small offering, I 
know, but it’s all I have.” 
I burst into tears. He resumed: 
FEMALE LOVE OF DRESS. 
We shall probably be regarded as he¬ 
retical, in saying that we do not regard the 
“ Doctor, I’m dying, aint I ?” said the love of dress in women, as any thing very 
feelings are the sole remembince of them 
we have inherited. We look back upon 
the frailties of that other self with an un¬ 
limited indulgence; we smile at its errors, 
me; the last strife, the hardships of my ear¬ 
ly life and a thousand other things, mingled 
little fellow, “for my sight grows dim,— offensive, or wrong. It has been made a j 
God bless you, Mr. Danfofth.” subject for satire and ridicule, and with very 
“ Can I do nothing for you, Dick ?” said little cause. j 
T, “ as you saved my life, I would coin The organization of woman fits her for in- j 
my blood to buy yours.” door labors, as that of man for labors in the } 
“ I have nothing to ask—I don’t want to field, in the workshop, or on the sea; and j 
live—only, if it’s possible, let me be buried with the organization, Providence has mer- \ 
by my mother—you’ll find the name of the cifully joined a taste which makes the labor } 
place and all'about it, in my trunk.” a pleasure. The labor of the farmer is not \ 
“ Anything, everything, my poor lad.” 1 all toil; there is enjoyment in the physical } 
answered chokingly. exertion, and independent ot any profit, en- < 
The little fellow smiled faintly —it was joyment in the increasing beauty and fertil- < 
like an angel’s smile—but he did not an- ity of his lands. A woman is employed < 
swer. His eyes were fixed on the stars year after year in household labors, in the > 
flickering in that blue patch of sky over- eare of children, and in providing clothing > 
head. His mind wandered. for her family. Suppose that this were all ] 
“It’s a long, long ways up there—but merely a work of necessity, that she took no ( 
there are bright angels among them.— interest in the appearance of her children, 
Mother used to say that I would meet her bad no taste f° r dress, and no regard for < 
come. Over fields, and hills, and golden committed This child vve a f e playing with u L;] - k . • „ h 
* l • om ;i; n - ond ksr fnnt is ourself, but still it is only a child ; and we H ttlc V , s r, is dying, lie said, 
streams she is smiling, and hei losy loot- , mve the fuller right to pla } y with it because At once I sprang from my hammock. - 
steps are blooming in meadow, nook and it ourseJf N o sense of responsibility in- tle Dlck * asa , sort of , F^ege 01 ; aine - 
glen, and by the busy way-side. She is i tervenes to distm'b this sincf U la r amusement. 
He was a pale, delicate child, said to be an 
gossiping with the tuneful boughs, and where the adult is seen toying with and orphan, and U8e( l toagentle nurtuie, and 
U-lri Angers are unfolding the gena- Adding in his anns ,he intage of his own 
my flowers. Ihe ancient woods just now ^ ear]y ; stcnt state had once been fnendless and alone m the 
begm to d,splay their drapery of green. ^ . fa review JJ lhe rea , lnan is world. He had often talked to me in con- 
and the sweet-tuned birds are caroling sum ^ oned forth upon the scene, we begin fldenc , e " f fa fa, ther ’ ' ,ll0sc fafaT fa 
there their songs of Life, of Love and to feelthat this is indeed ourselves; and we regarded with holy reverence while to the 
regarded with holy reverence, while to the there. How near they come, and I can see the look of her home, —what a wretched 
Hope become too implicated and too much involved J me au.p, uau ° r ba ) ’ 
” . , . 1 , _•; i „ lor they were rude and coarse, he delicate 
0, how I love sweet May—a May-eve- m the part he performs, to enj< y anj Ion- ^ gensitive 0 ften when they jeered 
ning set with siarry diadems! There is a w posi ion o an lmaginaiy . p c . | 1Im f or y s me l anc h 0 ]y he woiild go apart 
° , / . . ... , We are sensitive to the errors, and respon- ... ... , J ’ TT » f. 
nameless beauty reigning over the gladdened si ble for the faults, of this our other self: by himself and weep. He never complain- 
face of nature. M usic is sleeping by the we cann ot treat him with cavalier indiffer- ed °, lls * ot ’ thou p b ]IS companions lm- 
flowing streams, and mysteries that only enee; we must be his advocate or his censor. P° SC on ; im contlnua )’• 00r K ■ !,s 
can be felt are sprinow from the teeming The retrospect assumes a quite different bear was in the grave with h.s lost parents 
can oe re it, aie springing uoin me ^mui s i i I took a strange interest in him, and had 
sod. In the laughing winds that play character Formerly we called up a de- neA hig tas | „ much as ’ ible ._ 
otlier boys of the ship, he had little to say; 
for they were rude and coarse, he delicate 
and sensitive. Often when they jeered 
him for his melancholy, he would go apart ment. He fell back, and the "old veteran able her to enjoy the employments by which 
by himself and weep. He never complain- burst into tears—the child, was dead. Did she must be occupied, He has scattered 
ed of his lot, though his companions im- he indeed hear angel’s voices ? God grant it. sunshine and flowers along the otherwise 
posed on him continually. Poor lad! his -- hard and dreary path she must travel. 
heart was in the grave with his lost parents. LETTER Y/RITING. The taste may be indulged to excess and 
I took a strange interest in him, and had TT . . become a passion, but the possibility of this 
lightened his task as much as possible.— ^ mos * P eo P writing letters is consid- j s no objection to the original tendency.— 
During the late fight I had owed my life to ered a S reat ln mction. Those who will r phe use is none the less, because the abuse 
him, for he rushed in just as a sabre stroke arause wltb conversation for hours, complain bad. 
was levelled at me; and by interposing his ' they have nothing to say, when they sit “But a taste for dress is frivolous.” We 
sweet faces smiling on me from among 
them. Hark! is that music?” and lifting 
his finger, he seemed listening for a mo- 
life hers would be! Providence is wiser 
and better than we are. By giving her 
those mineral tendencies of taste which en- 
burst into tears—the child was dead. Did 
he indeed hear angel’s voices ? God grant it. 
LETTER Y/RITING. 
, .V T- ° • i • u parted self from some half fabulous region \ “fa 
along the earth, a fa.ry minstrelsy ,s borne, th(j and ( „„, stioned it a8 t0 its * s Luring the late fight I had owed my life to 
and o'er yon distant Erie’s depths the warm, of thlI ,t in o' and acting; we now stand our- l,,ra -, for 1 l ' e / ushed m J" s f » s a s “ br <; str0 , k<! 
rich sunbeams dream. The white clouds selves in the witness box, and give our testi- ' Vr 7 AC ’ , 1 ’ an( y ln crposing ns 
frolic in the ethereal fields, and the change- mony; and the best of us must occasionally eu c cut ass a aveite tic cat y ow. 
ful light wreathes them with a varied -„L the sullen aspect of an unwilling ^, 7 ^ to i^'thS he “ 
beauty. Again, gently from the sky the W 'p^ er , orted with , hc , nb . hurt though at the timelhadinwardly 
silver shower descends, and the grass looks eurdity , ridiculed and laughed at it; but r «*>Ived to exert all my little influence to 
up and smiles its welcome, and the sweet now , bo rem bered folly, the sentimental P'o cu re him a midshipmans warrant in 
blossoms open their balmy lips to breathe effusion of the youth, the absurd oratorical H 0 f f ll , sselvlce ' , [ was wit a pang 
their grateful benison. Nature awakes display, the ridiculous exhibiton, of what- «Oeproachfu agony, therefore, that I leap- 
from her lethargy as from a fruitful dream, «er kind it may have been affords us no „ y j exclaimed> do „. t 
and forth she springs clad in a livery of in- tanee of Umft the chcl . k tin ks with tbe mean it; he is not dying ?” 
nooenco and beauty. And as the mortal reminiscence. What is still more to the ptf. sir, said^ the messenger, shaking 
eye absorbs each quiet scene, the spirit purpose, the griefs and afflictions which we 
feels that have now to summon up are the same in 
“ There lives and works character as those we continue to feel, and 
A Soul in all things, and that Soul is God.” their recollection is but a renewal of suffer- 
lightened his task as much as possible.— mos l P e °pl (J > writing letters is consid- 
to their writing desk. Why is this. and 8ee no t why it is more so than a taste for 
why is it so universal '. 1 think we may handsome houses, or a well-ordered garden, 
trace it to eaily education. What can be or nea .tly cultivated fields. The wants 
imposed on most children at school from w hich these supply are not more important 
which they shrink with greater horror than ^an those supplied by dress. There may 
\\ litmg a theme? How often have I heard be as much vanity about trees and gardens, 
UXCUSfcJS feigned W..icll would hclVC been anH qo 
urged for no other lesson! Plow often have 
old letter writers been consulted, and the 
about horses and sheep and dwellings, as 
about clothing. 
reminiscence. 
els that have now to summon up are the same in 
“ There lives and works character as those we continue to feel, and 
A Soul in all things, and that Soul is God.” their recollection is but a renewal of suffer- 
This heavenly view gives a more exten- ing. The affliction of the child rarely re- 
“My God!” I exclaimed, “you don’t 
mean it; he is not dying?” 
“ I fear, sir,” said the messenger, shaking 
his head sadly, “ that he cannot live till 
morning.” 
“ And I have been lying idle here!” I 
exclaimed with remorse. “ Lead me to 
him.” 
“ He is delirious, but at the intervals of 
Prompts to remembrance of a present God ! 
His presence who made all 60 fair, perceived, 
Makes all still fairer.” 
Buffalo, N. Y., May ‘2, 1801. W. H. Bristol. 
ENGAGING MANNERS- 
a late period is but sorrow itself, and we 
only taste the bitterness of grief. — Black¬ 
wood. 
CREATION’S TWO FLOWERS. 
- J O 15 ) VAvjill lUUo, UUl rtt Lilt? lUL^rVPlIP) UI 
1 * n.t. w RKrxv-.lteoo tLo vives an affliction in the man—very often , , . . ’ . ,, . , 
sive sphere to though , it liberalizes the caUs up a mile at the idea tbat J mltcb lunacy he asks for you, sir,’ and as the 
understanding, and etlierealizes dawning ha([ becn fdt at so trivi . d a cause . man spoke, we stood beside the bed of the 
fancies as they creep silently into the joy- This is one reason why childhood appears, °\\. „ ,.,4 ....... , 
ous spirit. It unites with our instinctive in our view of human life, so much happier . 1C su . erer . ' , iei11 s lamraoc , 
love of Nature, deathless principles of Truth, than any other porUon of lb W, tad. and the close* air around it was so stiflin.^ 
It elevates us above the narrow and the sel- mu j 111 1 romem eret ears w uc i as dla t be bad been carried under the open 
fash to the universal and the infinite. It ^ Bufc the remembr ance of hatchway, and laid there in a little open 
is hereby we learn, a late period is but sorrow itself, and we s P ace ,of about four feet square- Prom the 
“There’s not a flower only taste the bitterness of grief. — Black- soun . ,° ie i>pp cs ju get tictesse y,is 
But shows some touch in freckle, speck, or stain, wood motion, while the clear, calm blue sky, 
Of His unrivalled pencil! He inspires ‘____ seen through the opening overhead, and 
l 1 1hei', 1 °Jyos'Vv.t'h“n”-etorV!G‘i! 1 cf>ides CREATION’S TWO FLOWERS. dotted with myriads of stars, betokened 
In grains as countless us the sea-side sands that th6 fog had broken away. How calm 
’I’he forms with which He sprinkled o’er the earth— Women love flowers, and flowers are like it smiled down on the wan face of the dy- 
Of'flav^J'or'of'seentfan^fruh^^r fknver, at hl * I!ltl!> women, m their beauty and sweetness, so ing boy. Occasionally a light current of 
Prompts to remembrance of a present God 1 they ought to grow up together. No flower wind—oh, how deliciously cool in that 
flis presence who made all so Bur, perceived, garden looks complete without a woman in pent-up hold—eddied dovvn the hatchway 
M »uffhio! ^Ty. .May'll, im i w. h. Bristol. it; no woman ever seems so lovely as when and lifted the dark chestnut locks of the 
li _ 7 ^-^-_ 1 __ she is surrounded by flowers. She should sufferer, as with his head reposing on the 
ENGAGING MANNERS- have her fragrant boquet at the party; win- lap of an old veteran, he lay in an unquiet 
- dow plants in her parlor; if possible, some slumber. His shirt collar was unbuttoned, 
There are a thousand pretty, engaging rich and rare flowers in her conservatory— and his childish bosom, as white as that of 
little ways which every person may put on but better than all these, and supplying all, a girl, was opened and exposed. He 
without being deemed either affected or every woman should have a flower garden, breathed quick and heavily. The wound 
foppish. r Phe sweet smile, the quiet, cor- Every man, who has the least gallantry or of which he was dying had been intensely 
dial bow, the earnest movement in address- paternal feeling, should make a flower gar- painful, but within the last half hour had 
ing a friend, or, more especially, a stranger den for his wife and daughters. Every somewhat lulled, though even now his thin 
whom one may recommend to our regards, house, the smallest cottage in the country, fingers tightly grasped the bed clothes, as 
the inquiring glance, the graceful attention as well as the largest mansion, should have if he suffered the greatest agony, 
which is so captivating when united with around it the perfume of lilacs, pinks, and A battle-stained and grayhaired seaman 
self-possession, these will secure us the good other hardy odoriferous flowers,that cost no stood beside him, holding a dull lantern in 
regards of even a churl. Above all, there trouble, but bring with them every year a his hand, and gazing sorrowfully down up- 
is a certain softness of manner which,- in world of beauty and fragrance. on the sufferer. The surgeon knelt, with 
in either man or woman, adds a charm that-— his finger on the boy’s pulse. As I ap- 
almost entirely compensates for lack of beau- The Bare Footed Little Ones.—T wo pvoached, they all looked up. The veteran 
ty. The voice can be modulated so to in- Httle ragged girls went by my window just w ^o held him shook his head, and would 
VJJU WimTO ^UIJSUllCU, clliU LilC 117 ,1 . .1 .• /. 
e ,■, . vve suppose that the preparation of the 
pai^es or some didactic writer thumbed over i c rr r c - fa r , . 
*. ° • . . /» .1 v • dress of a family, furnishes a good disci- 
tor an appropriate sentence for the begin- ,• e J ® Ti 
i .1 . i to i- pline tor the temper and character. Itcer- 
mng. And how the sentence read, so dis- f • i • / , ,- . 
- ■ ® f | i ’ tamly is a perpetual discipline for the sense 
jointed from other thoughts! ,. u f-r i ta 7 ^ 
J ° . ol the beautiful. Dress, to a woman of taste, 
It is a great oversight in one’s education, ; s as mucb one of the fine arts, as painting. 
not to be a well instructed scribe. To write n . , , . ..." 
• i , .. . . “But she dresses to secure a frivolous 
an eas\^, varied letter, is not more an orig- , • • „ - , - . . .. , 
• i -r. .i .* .. , ii r b admiration.” ft is a cruel injustice. Most 
mal gift, than to utter a graceful, .well-form- - , . i , 
, ° . • f. A . .. . women are anxious about dress, because 
ed sentence in conversation. But it is not . ’ , 
; . u i j- they see it pleases brothers or sisters, hus- 
insisted upon enough. 1 oung ladies are , fa r . m , ,, ... 1 , . 
,, i. r | , b , , , , bands or parents. We should think but 
thought awkward who have attended no , r r , , , 
, ■ i i a r . -c .i i j poorly of a young woman who had so got 
dancing schools; they feel as if they had ^ fa fa ° 
. ' i . i i c : i over these atfectionate instincts ot her sex, 
been neglected if they have frequented no , , , c ’ 
iii J / , ., had so risen above the natural love of grace- 
concerts, and had no masters to teach them . , . , . . . , a b 
e,-, „ i,i • i ] ful forms and tasteful arrangements, as to 
foreign songs—they would hang their heads , b , ’ 
r ? . * l , j 6 n i care nothing about her personal appear- 
for shame not to have studied Geography, t * j c u • f 
. . __o , . \ ance. Instead ot being shocked by a well 
Astronomy, Ac., but they are nol apt to , , 
i.i , l . dressed woman, we confess that we have not 
blush when they assert they cannot write a , 
decent letter! Anti nil this comes from bought rt altogether an unlovely spectacle. 
. i„ .i, i • oi i. • i .1 i ft is an exhibition ot neatness, good sense 
heads well versed in Rhetoric and the rules , Ufa , 
L 1 1 H , • U1COOTJU WUUltUJ, WC LU1JIC50 Ultll WC llclVC UUb 
blush when they assert they cannot write a , , » 
decent letter! And nil this comes from bought it altogether an unlovely spectacle. 
. i • r>i z. • i .1 i ft is an exhibition ot neatness, good sense 
heads well versed in Rhetoric and the rules , , . . , IP, , 
of syntax. In truth, many Jo write most a 'l d “ laSta for the beaul 'f“l. we bear 
wretchedly. The spelling is sometimes de- 'b leil composure. 
fective, the grammatical construction bad, dou ^f too much attention is given to 
the punctuation worse, while capital letters dress,.or rather it, is too much a matter of 
misplaced, give it a most ludicrous appear- ^ m itative fashion, and too little a matter of 
ance. To write well, and to talk well, re- personal taste. In many cases, it is doubt- 
quire practice. One who is mistress of one * <,ss connected with frivolity and selfishness, 
art is seldom deficient in the other, if she more 80 than most other interests. 
applies herself. Mrs. Montague had many Moreover, we see not why the making of a 
correspondents, but she used to say hut & arra( - j nt ifa not as intellectual an employ- 
few wrote agreeable letters. The personal men h an< d is not as impoitant to domestic 
pronoun I was always too conspicuous. happiness, and does not furnish as good a 
mi , . , • , .v - . school for taste and temper, as the traffic of 
1 tie detail ot a long sickness, the minute r , 
.- i . - .. b Al , fa, , , the merchant, the arrangements of the law- 
particulars of a visit, the lengthened de¬ 
scription of a child’s first efforts to talk, 
should not find too much space in a letter. 
An easy transition from one topic to anoth¬ 
er, sometimes an amusing, sometimes a wit- 
yer, or the labors of the mechanic. 
For ourselves, we never see a mother en¬ 
deavoring to array a child in a becoming 
garb, without being touched by it Her 
is a certain softness of manner which, in 
in either man or woman, adds a charm that 
almost entirely compensates for lack of beau¬ 
ty. The voice can be modulated so to in¬ 
tonate, that it will speak directly to the now, their scanty garments fluttering in the have spoken, but the tears gathered too 
heart, and from that elicit an answer; and wind; but their little blue hands were lock- chokingly in his eyes, 
politeness may be made essential to our na- e q | n each other, and the elder tenderly lift- The surgeon said— 
ture. Neither is time thrown away in at- e q tbe younger through the snow drift. “ He is going fast—poor little fellow—do 
tending to such things, insignificant as they i t wa s but a short time ago, that I passed y ou see this?” As he spoke, he lifted up a 
may appear to those who engage in weight- the same children in Broadway. One of ric ^ gold locket which had lain upon the 
ier matters. We should be careful to prac- them had rags round her feet, and a pair of b°y’ s breast. “ He has seen better days.” 
tice, and treat the humblest menial with broken shoes. The other was barefoot, I could not answer, for my heart was full 
courtesy as delicate as we would show the an( ] she looked very red, for it was pinch- —here was the being to whom a few hours 
children of affluence and honor. So shall j n g cold. “ Mary, ” said the other, in a before I had owed my life—a poor, slight, 
we transfuse in them a corresponding re- gentle voice, “ sit down on the door step unprotected child—lying before me, with 
refinement which will tend eventually, per- here, and I will take off my rags and shoes, death already written upon his brow—and 
haps, to make them purer in morals and Your feet are cold and you wear them the yeti had never sought him out after the 
more elevated in mind. restof the way. ” “Just a little while, ” re- conflict. How bitterly my heart reproach- 
“ I am poor,” says an honest laboring plied the other;“ for they are very cold; ed me at that hour. Theynoticedmyagi- 
man, “ and I wear a green jacket, and carry but you shall have them again directly.” tation, and his old friend, the seaman, who 
my wood-horse and saw on my shoulder; They sat down and made the friendly ex- held his head, said sadly— 
but the gentleman in yonder splendid change; and away jumped the little one, “Poor little Dick, you’ll never see the 
mansion hows with as much deference to her bare feet pattering on the cold stones, shore you have wished for so long. But 
me as if I was covered with velvets; and I but glowing with a happy heart warmth.— there’ll be more than one, when your log’s 
bless him, I love him for it, and would go Mrs. Child. out,” he spoke with emotion—“to mourn 
to the ends of the earth to serve him.” --- over you ?.” 
Truly nothing is lost by the practice of If life be a battle, how mad must he be Suddenly, the little fellow opened his 
those little attentions which cost us no who f ails t0 arm himself for the contest! eyes, and looked vacantly around. 
chokingly in his eyes. 
The surgeon said— 
“ He is going fast—poor little fellow—do 
ty sentence, a hit upon a grotesque fashion, ckdd to ^ er fh® most beautiful object in 
or a passing remark upon things about us, na ture. She delights to have all things 
all go to make an agreeable letter. Yet beautiful around it. It is the light of her 
some are so proverbially ’dull that I much e y es j an< I this enjoyment is a compensation 
question whether they are all read. A lady appointed by Providence for the wearing 
addicted to writing those of the tedious de- and ex l‘ a usting caies which eat away her 
scription, once wrote to her son respecting strength and mar her beauty. We think 
a near relative’s illness, and urged him “to as well of the taste cultivated in dress, 
come home immediately.” The boy read 38 (d ^ ia ^ ^ growing outside of theor- 
a few sentences, such as, “ be sure Edward ^^ nar y round ot household life, seeks its 
and remember my councils,” and threw it g^'f^ati 011 i n an J the other fine arts, 
by. The relative died who intended to' We have but one word more. Where it 
have made that boy his heir, but his mat- ‘ s a real taste in dress, and not subserviency 
! tention to the letter prevented. “ You lost to fashion, or selfish carving for display, a 
my fortune for me,” said the boy to his woman will show it as much at home, with 
mother; “your letter was so uninteresting h er own family, as when abroad or incom- 
that I did not read it through.” pany. She will not dress in the same way; 
A sprightly, lively, amusing letter, will ker s ^ ra pl es t attire, every one who 
always make its way, as surely as a good sees ber wdl cognize a prevailing sense of 
book.— Olive Branch. 
The Wife.— If you wish to be happy 
and have peace in the family, never reprove around her what offends her refinement and 
your husband in company—even if that re- sense of the beautiful. . And this delicacy 
proof be ever so slight If he be irritated, 
speak not an angry word. Indifference 
trouble, but may do our neighbors inealeu- H life be a storm, how infatuated is be who “ Has he come yet?” he asked in a low 
lable benefit. 5 sleeps while his bark is driven amid un- voice; “ why won’t he come?” 
--known waters! If life be a pilgrimage, “I am here,” said I, taking the little 
Bbttsr by far not start an object, if its how unwise is he who strays from the right fellow’s hand, “ don’t you know me, Dick?” 
pursuit is to be abandoned at the first dif- road, nor seeks to return till the twilight He smiled faintly in my face. He then 
ficulty. shadows gather round his pathway. said: 
“ Has he come yet ?” he asked in a low 
voice; “ why won’t he come?” 
“ I am here,” said I, taking the little 
content. The wife, above all others, should 
strive to please her husband, and to make 
home attractive. 
the beautiful. Though shut up in her 
chamber alone, it will still appear, because 
even when alone, she cannot endure to have 
be irritated, °f taste which appears in dress, in manners 
Indifference I an d in the ordering of her household, will 
sometimes will produce unhappy consequcn- make a poor dwelling attractive and cheap 
ces. Always feel an interest in what your materials ornamental, and in the orderly 
husband undertakes, and if he is perplexed habits it implies, will have much to do with 
or discouraged, assist him by your smiles the culture and happiness of all beneath her 
and happy words. If the wife is careful ro °f-— Christian Register. 
how she conducts, speaks and looks, a thou--—-- 
sand happy hearts would cheer and bright- Modesty is of itself so beautiful that it 
en our existence, where now there is noth- often conquers when a pretty or handsome 
ing but clouds of gloom, sorrow and dis- form is overlooked. 
The silent eye is often a more powerful 
conqueror than the noisy tongue. 
