MOORE’S RURAL.NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 
FARMER-LIFE. 
The last Knickerbocker Magazine lias a 
Night’s EpLtlc” to the Editor, by the “Peasant 
pleasant and true to nature : 
“ There’s poetry in farming.” True, 
But I have read, and so have you, 
That “ distance iends unto the view 
Enchantment fair.” 
For instance : digging gold will do 
Till one gets there. 
In summer planting, weeding, hoeing, 
And practising “ Knick's knack ” at mowing, 
(That science which you boast of knowing 
So very well,) 
The scorching sun no mean type showing 
Of what’s called h—ot. 
In winter tugging with the flail, 
Or sledding in a cutting gale, 
Such as would scud a gallant sail 
In bare-poles seaward, 
And blows your fore-nag’s lusty tail 
Straight out to leeward. 
In place of literary talk 
With compeers in your daily walk, 
It’s “ Shall you top, or cut the stalk 
Of that ’ere crop 1” 
Or, “ Sold yer cattle ?—how’ll ye chalk 
To sell, or swop r” 
Not half the jtrosc may well be told 
Which farmers every day behold 
In summer hot and winter cold, 
Dull as ’tis real; 
Yet we've incentives manifold 
To the ideal. 
The pictures in the book of June; 
The glorious dawn, the balmy moon ; 
“ The dewy eve, the rising moon 
All these are ours, 
And all the recompensing boon 
Of birds and Mowers. 
When Winter hurls his storms apace, 
Oft piteous is the farmer’s case : 
Night comes—the blazing chimney-place 
Stills all complaints; 
Thaws out his features, till his face 
Shines like a saint’s. 
There, while his cheer reeks to the ceiling, 
He gets most comfortably feeling. 
Thinking how barn and battened shieling, 
Secure and warm, 
His poor dependants safe are shielding 
From the wild storm 
There he may read, and muse and ponder 
Upon this life, this world of wonder ; 
There, judge-like, he may set asunder • 
The truth from error, 
And see in men of blood and thunder” 
No cause for terror. 
There he may form just estimate 
Of those the world calls good and great; 
S ce fortune, circumstance, and fate, 
Create renown, 
And give a knave a chair of state, 
An ass a crown. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
FROST-WORK. 
PICTURE OF A FEMALE SLAVE-MARKET, band according to Mrs. Smith’s notion of 
|V£ ——- # that appendago to a woman, but really we 
M'w* ♦ I FIND it t£kes now eyes to bo surprised shouldn’t fancy the sample of a man who 
_ at very thought-stirring scenes, sometimes; could be improved by such a process. 
but, to give a strong instance of what peo- it is such poor trash as this that brings 
pie may get so used to as to give o\ei look- down overwhelming ridicule upon tho very 
ias a “Winter ing it with any particular curiosity, A will en de av ors in the best of causes. Than 
Peasant Bard,” describe i,hat leas set out upon two tables, suc h a suggestion as is here contained, there 
on tho opposito sides of the bar-room of my 
hotel. Tho reader will perhaps remember 
tho description already given of this drink¬ 
ing saloon—a vast dome, like the body of a 
cathedral, around which tho hotel is built, 
is nothing more intrinsically odious in the 
worst laws of the past in relation to the 
authority of the man over the woman. It 
is tho essenco of statutes providing that a 
woman might bo flogged by the husband 
and to which it scorns a secondary appurto- w jth a s fick no bigger than his thumb. For 
nance. It is thronged at the drinking hour, in just such an idea, are all such laws hot- 
and. on the morning I speak ot, I had gone t omed it j s that of conjugal correction .— 
down to take a lounge through the crowd, j g brs t a « re buko,” and then a pulling of 
interested as always in tho faces and man- tho ears> and so on step by step, till the 
ners in a strange city, but looking for no woman i s led out with a halter round tho 
special novelty beyond. Ihe day was warm noc ] c anc } disposed of to the highest bidder, 
and the drinkers many. I was amusod with \yhat Mrs. Smith would seem to intimate, 
tho usual contrast, as I went in, tho arcln- j Sj that “ turn about is fair play.” And that 
tectural sublimities commonly resoned for wba t has been tried upon the woman hither- 
places of sacred rosort (a dome sustained by 
lofty columns, and admitting light only from 
tho meridian sky.) inclosing a throng so 
careless and lively. 1 strolled along one 
side, and saw tho lunch-table spread out 
with terrapin soup, olives, sandiviches, etc., 
and then with a chance turn, I crossed tho 
crowded floor and came upon another table 
on tho opposite side, set out with—what 
docs tho reader suppose? half-a-dozenpret- 
is, that “ turn about is fair play.” And that 
what has been tried upon the woman hither¬ 
to for tlieir improvement, should now be 
tried upon the men. It is dismal to find 
discussion on these topics thus turning back 
upon its sources. 
Wo are perfectly content to admit the 
doctrino of the equality of the sexes in the 
CHARACTER OF DR. SAMUEL JOHNSON. 
Johnson’s youth was poor, isolated, hope¬ 
less, very miserable. Indeed, it does not 
seem possible that, in any of the favorablest 
outward circumstances, Johnson’s life could 
have been other than a painful one. The 
world might have had more of profitable 
work out of him, or less: hut his effort 
against the world’s work could never have 
been a light one. Nature, in return for his 
nobleness, had said to him, Live in an ele¬ 
ment of diseased sorrow. Nay, perhaps the 
sorrow and the nobleness were intiniately 
and oven inseparably connected with each 
other. At all events, poor Johnson had to 
go about girt with continual hypochondria, 
physical and spiritual pain, like a Hercules 
with tho burning Nessus’ shirt on him, which 
shoots in on him dull, incurable misery ; the 
Nessus’ shirt not to bo stripped off, which is 
his own natural skin! In this manner he 
had to live. Figure him thero with his 
scrofulous diseases, with his greedy heart, 
and unspeakable chaos of thoughts; stalk¬ 
ing mournful as a stranger in this earth; 
eagerly devouring what spiritual thing ho, 
could come at; school-languages and other 
merely grammatical stuff, if there were nothl 
Jfur tbc idibies. 
For the Rural New-Yorker. 
THERE’S THE FEINT OF LITTLE FEET 
BY MRS. S. WEBSTER LLOYD. 
There’s the print of little feet 
In the snow around my door, 
Up, across, and down the street 
They have wandered o’er and o’er. 
Busy, active little feet, 
To and fro they go ; 
Making tiny graceful foot-prints 
In the wintry snow. 
Onward in the road of life 
These dear feet will tread, 
Walking sometimes in earths sunshine— 
Sometimes, storms o’er head. 
But God grant that wheresoever 
They may chance to go, 
That they’ll wander, never, never, 
Mid haunts, vile and low. 
Far ahead my thoughts are rnnning, 
Where will my boy be. 
In life’s ever changing drama, 
Mingling actively ? 
And my mother-dreams are telling, 
Moves he nobly there, 
And my mother-heart is swelling 
With hopes high and fair. 
this is far onough short of advocating tho 
BY FANNY FERN. 
A few mornings since, I sat by my win- ^ and t be sa i G proceeded—too rapidly, 
dow watching tho waning moon as she however, for any very critical observation. 
ty and nicely dressed negresses, from eigh teen j ( ] ea 0 f tho propriety of mutual “ rebuke.” 
to twenty-five years ot age, seated m chairs \y G wou j d make home the heaven of the af- 
upon the top of tho table, and waiting to bo factions. The doctrine of “ rebukes” makes 
sold presently at auction ! it t heir hell.— JV*. Y. Tribune. 
And, to this nobody was giving a second _ __ 
look. Groups of men stood about, on the CHILDREN’S RIGHTS 
marble floor of tho vast area, with hats on, _ 
and glasses in their hands, conversing gayly. by fanny fern. 
The white aproned waiters ladled out the - 
soup. Tho gracious and gentlemanly mas- Men’s Rights ! Women’s Rights ! I, for 
tor bar-keopers stood braiding rainbows Children’s Rights, throw down the gauntlet! 
across their firmament of decanters as they Yes, little pet; Fanny Fern’s about “talcin’ 
flung tho ice and the rosy liquor back and notes,” and she’ll “print ’em, too,” if you 
forwards into fragrant contact with the don’t get your dues. She has seen you 
mint. Politics were talked loud, and busi- seated by a pleasant window, in a railroad 
ness was talked low. But it was not quite car, with your bright eyes dancing with dc- 
the hour—lacking a few minutes—when the light, at the prospect of all tho pretty things 
destiny of these other warm dishes was to you were going to see. forcibly ejected by 
be decided. somo overgrown Napoleon, who fancied 
Fooling themselves to be wholly unnotic- your place, and thought in his wisdom, that 
od probably, tho negresses were perfectly children had no taste for anything but su- 
natural, and their amused interest in tho gar candy. Fanny Fern knew better. She 
scene around was sufficient to make them know that the pretty trees, and flowers, and 
as gay as children at a show. Tho front of bright blue sky gave your little soul a thrill 
tho table was on a lino with the circlo of of delight, though you could not tell why; 
columns, and it extended back across tho and she knew that great big man’s soul was 
corridor in tho rear—one of tho women, a great" deal smaller than yours, to sit there 
who had two children at her knee, sitting and read a stupid political paper, when such 
back against the wall of the dome. This a glowing landscape was before him that ho 
last was tho only ono whoso faco expressed might have feasted his eyes upon. And she 
any seriousness or anxiety, though all wore longed to wipe away tho big tear that you 
modest in their cheerfulness, and they were didn’t dare to lot fall; and she understood 
evidently girls of good conduct, as well as in how a little girl or boy that didn’t get a 
admirable bodily condition. Two of them ride every day in tho year should not bo 
were really handsome, I thought, and by the quito able to swallow that great big lump 
taste with which their bandannas were coif- in the throat, as ho or she sat jammed down 
fed, showed that they had inhaled a little of in a dark crowded corner of the car, instoad 
the French atmosphero of tho city. of setting by that pleasant window. 
The auctioneer mounted a chair, present- Yes, and Fanny has seen you sometimes, 
invincible soul; a true mans. But his path is wisely hidden,— 
One remembers always that story of tho Onward, could I see, 
shoes at Oxford; tho rough, seams faced, All Bfiy fairest dreams might vanish, 
raw-boned College Servitor stalking about Vanish fearfully; 
in winter season, with his shoos worn out *, Others just as fondly cherished 
how the charitable Gentleman Commoner Shipwrecked in life’s sea, 
secretly places a new’ pair at his door: and Have caused brighter hopes to perish 
the rawboned Servitor, lifting them, looking Than i bu ild for thee. _ 
at them near with his dim eyes with what j Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. ] 
thoughts—pitches them out ot tho window ! ______ 
Wot feet, mud, frost, hunger, or what you ^ H REE FR IENDS, 
will; but no beggary; we cannot stand beg- t-, , , , . . „ _ 
gary! Rude, “stubborn self-help here; a Each had a dreara ~ a v.sion of the fu- 
wholo world of squalor, rudeness, confused ^ ure > that lay beloro thorn. And my bright 
misery and want, yet of nobleness and man- 
fulness withal. It is a typo of the man’s 
eyed Kate’s was cne of beauty—frail, per¬ 
ishing loveliness. Not the music of the 
life, this pitching away of tho shoes. An birdling _ not the quiet mclody 0 f the leafy 
original man; not a second-hand, borrow- , ° J 
ing, or begging man. Let us stand on our hnest not the glad smile of the over¬ 
own basis'at any rate—on such shoos as w e changing heavens, beautiful in their rising 
ourselves can get. On frost and mud, if splendor and their sinking glow, but tho 
you will, but honestly on that; on the reali- “human form divino,” though earthly, 
ty and substance which nature gives us. not , - i , , . . „ 
J ,, .. ,, ,, r , ’, which soon decays, and passes away, into 
on the semblance, on tho thing she has J ’ 1 , 
given another than us !— Thomas Carlyle. 
JOHN ERICSSON. 
The name of Ericsson now takes rank 
with Franklin, Fulton, Watt, Morse and 
the silent realms of Death. But the stern 
words of the “ king of terrors,” was a les¬ 
son sho seldom read. No wonder then the 
way was bright, and her heart gave back 
the tono of melody that rose from the lips 
other great benefactors of mankind. He is j °f pleasure. She dreamed not oftho“ove- 
a man of 50 years of age, of a muscular, { ning twilight of the heart,” when 
well developed, and strongly knit frame; lie 
is of middle size, has a firm tread, a person 
who gives assurance of reserved strength, 
and a head with all the proper intellectual 
| developments, the high forehead and prom- 
“ Life’s fairy scores depart, 
As fades the day-beam in the rosy west.” 
And my sober-minded Helen had a 
dream. But hers was ono of duties —faith- 
inent brow, marking a man of thought and fully and sternly performed. No fairy land 
the philosopher; he has a dark complexion, to dwell in forever, but tho rugged way of 
when you’ve been muffled up to tho tip of 
your little nose in woollen wrappers, in a 
with hair somewhat whitened by time. [ife in a]1 its sad rea lities. Not the green 
black eyes, introspective and reflective , , , ... .. , . , , . 
rather than observing, a decisive mouth, and earth > aild tho lair sun light alone, but the 
— ...- y 0ur mtl e nOS6 III WOOllOn Wrappers, rn a . w .. . , ’ a nri tbr, rWL-Armri nf trial 
journeyed among the sparkling gems set in With what I could see of it, I was exceed- Ji oso crow ded church, nodding your little tho m,xed temperament combining tho ner- path and the daikencd day ot trial 
j O A <=><=> . . . 1 t |.„.i - X* iL . _1 _ ’ _ _ _ _ ° J 11C otiH 111 1A11C tvhi/ih I ichnmno hnc< fhn «J rAWAnr Xinhln hoc chn cf Vii nrnrl oH rm 
tho clear blue 
and shedding lier 
ingly interested, though, of tho crowd 
around, no ono else except tho bidders 
, ,, ciiuuiiu, iiu unu uiou ladgui tuu uiuucio 
beams so gently, as it to say, ho thou peace- seemed ’ to have tho curi osity to look on— 
fill and happy. 
drowsy heads, and keeping time to the sixth- 
lie and seventh-ffe opsome pompous theolo¬ 
gian, whoso preaching would have been high 
in" time^to the sixth- vous and bilious which distinguishes the I and sorrow. Nobly has she struggled on 
The girls seemed bashful more than any- Dutch to you, had you been wide awake 
Soon tho glad orient deepens, and the thing else, dropping their eyes as the auc- ^ nd g j 10 ^ ag geon A 
feeble rays of tho moon give place to the tioneer told their ages and qualities, or steal- ° in a 
brighter ones of tho « King of day.” Dot n *T*** ^"-voiced« 
, , „ , . ot the dollars they might bo worth—thoir _ , ’ „ r _ 
now tho beauties of heaven aio quito shut van .q, v .doubtless somewhat excited in watch- 'I C V^. 1 ’ ... 
And she has seen you sitting liko little 
automatons, in a badly-ventilated school¬ 
room, with your nervous little toes at just 
such an angle, for hours; under tho tuition 
powerful in action and steady in endurance, thus far; while alas! for tho soundless hopes 
His head rises in a phrenological summit of Qt] my merry-hearted Kate, unpre- 
of benevolonce; ho was heard to remark, J ^ 
the only sign he gave of self-gratulation on P ared ^ or t ^ ie s *- ro ;e °* affliction mur- 
his triumph, that he was proud to bo the mured bitterly beneath the chastening rod; 
no^ tho beauties of heaven are quite shut ^a 
out from my s.ght. What unseen hand has i„g the ladder up which their value was so flight xvheUim-’v<mr spine was as crook 
covered these panes with delicate pencil- reluctantly ascending Imagination might ed £ lctt er S or not, if tho Great Mo- 
paint very touching pictures from this scone. , r , mnmittpp whn * HpH in on™ 
ings, such as no work of art can equal? it gu l Committee, who marched in once a 
. , , , , ., . ,, It was over before 1 had got out my “ brush- ” <£ , . >, . A 
jannot ho man s puny hand — no, it is the . , „ T • h , ^ ,, month to make tho grand tour, voted a 
, j , es and colors. I just remember that the . , , , „ ° * 
jnadorned work of Nature. Y hat a mastei mother looked nl eased with the destinv of mo t st too mat m. 
means, through his invention, of saving life, hut sunshine was mingled with the thicker 
Ho was born in Sweden, in 1803. He gloom that hung around the footsteps of 
early showed a taste for mechanics, and at iq ELEN 
tho age of eleven attracted tho notice of , . ,, _ 
Count Platen, who obtained for him a ca- Not tho v,s,on of nor *, ho com ‘ 
dotship in an engineer corps. He after- oion walks ol life, was the dream that visit- 
wards entered the Swedish army, and was ed tho heart of my third friend. The first 
employed in thesurvoy of Northern Sweden. s h 0 over-looked—the last sho despised— 
While occupied with his favorite study of i But the hill of Science was before her. The 
mechanics, he projected his name engine .— , . , 
In 182G. he visited England. While thero tera P le of Fame shone on the ru ?S ed sum ’ 
in 1829, he competed for the prize offered m 't> which she had resolved to reach. Press 
by the Liverpool and Manchester Railway thou forward, for the way is open before 
for tho best Locomotive, and produced an thee, and the skies are clear and cloudless 
engine that produced the wonderful speed, a bove thee. Yet alas! 
unadorned work ol isature. w nat a master mother looked pleased with the destiny of v , ' >1 /7 ci,„ u 0 ,,r,„ 
workman; yet thero is none ot that neb herself and children The others were gone sent 0 ’ ff to bed. just at tho witching hour of 
coloring wo sometimes soo so profusely in without my having been able to designate caiidlo . h ht wh en some entertaining guest 
her works. This we may suppose a pencil oven their prices-defic.ent, as of course I wag Jn middle of a delight ful storyTthat 
, , . , . . was, m tho practised alacrity of the market. • iir.fL .at- 
sketch without tinting. „ ’ T 1 1 i i ^ .u n i you. poor, miserable “ littlo pitcher, was 
bbu.cu numiub a But I looked down from tho gallery above, s ’ . , .. v „ . 
...L.,* i Tim lo-if innairs . , . ,, , , 6 . G , ’ doomed never to hear the end ot! Yes,and 
But what a \unity The leaf appeals upon the two bare tables, later m the day ghe hag geen “ the line and plummet” laid 
quite as delicate as that which teems with and indulged reverie over the contrasted t gQ rigidl that you ^ e re driven to 
life, and it must have been an icy hand disposal of their respective viands-the de( f oit and % v .( ’ ion . a J nd theu Bcen you 
which formed it thus. Hero aro rocks and 3 0,nac 1 s I . ! - rt ' ? . 1<)n , (> '' la uu ee ^ s P ieat punished for tho very sin your tormentors 
rugged mountains, whose summits seem lost been spread upon theotSer —^^ome Journal hol P ed >’ ou to commit. And she has seen 
in the clouds; and wide plains dotted with b ^ ns P ieadu P 0n _ the _ 0 ^ c y HomeJf ournal. . oar8 bo d just as hard for tearing a 
,, , , ,, ., . hole in your host pinafore, or breaking a 
old castles and rums, that seems to ropre- CONJUGAL RESUKEb.” china CU p. as for telling as big a lie as Ana¬ 
nias and Sapphira did. 
And when, by patient labor, you had 
reared an edifice of tiny blocks (fairer in its 
old castles and ruins, that seems to repre¬ 
sent somo strange country, and wo may 
wonder what sort of beings could inhabit 
such an icy region. If thero were such a 
In Mrs. Oakes Smith’s lato disquisition on 
Divorce siio lets drop tho following remarks: 
.I h >rn ronrosonted we should like “One reason why men are no more true, architectural proportions to your infantile 
1 ” ( ‘ 1 ’ j M °hle and beautiful in their aspect, abroad, ey0 than any palace in ancient Rome.) sho 
much to visit it. though it has such a cold is because they have no magnanimous ideas 
look ; yet it may not bo cheerless. The in regard to homo. They carry tho mean- 
has seen it ruthlessly kicked into a shatter¬ 
ed ruin by somebody in the house whoso 
river is motionless, fast bound in ice. From ness, or arrogance, or dishonesty, which finds d j nne r hadn’t digested ! 
the appearance of tho ground, and the foil- noreljukethei ’e» abroad. ’ Nevermind. I wish I was mother to the 
V, . . V It would appear from this paragraph that, whole of you! Such glorious times as we'd 
age on u. u i o, i <: h ^ Mrs. Smith is a littlo inclined to bo radical have! Reading pretty books that had no 
winter had immediately succeeded the gen- jn her reforms ot tho relations between the big words in ’em; going to school where you 
tie spring, for tho branches appear as if sexes. Mrs. Smith is doubtless an excel- could sneeze without getting a rap on tho 
at that time, of fifty miles an hour. His 
propeller, his semi-cylindrical engine, his 
centrifugal blower, his distance instrument 
for measuring distances at sea, his hydro¬ 
static gauge, his pyrometer, and other in¬ 
genious inventions, have already made the 
name of Ericsson famous in the scientific 
world. The Caloric Engine, which has now 
arrived at the consummation of success, was 
first brought before the scientific world of 
London twenty years ago, and was rejected 
by men of science as an impracticability, 
and as involving the absurdity of perpetual 
motion. Faraday, Brunei, and Ure. after a 
short resistance, finally conceded the prac- 
Nover mind.' */ wish I teas mother to the ticahility of the invention, and Faraday en- ever to bestow on a loved object. Tho girl 
transformed from all thoir verdure to coun- lent woman, and a woman ot strong pow- 
terparts in crystal. f 1 ' 3 ’ I5ut sho > also > P lain1 /* , to sa y tho 
‘ . , . , toast, a managing woman. And we enter- 
Wo may try to imitate, but never can taiu a vaguo S 6 US " icion that if all tho women 
equal it. It is wrought by Him who is con- were to become just liko her, there would 
lent woman, and a woman of strong pow- head for not asking leave frst; and going to 
ers. But sho is also, plainly, to say tho church on the quiet, blessed Sabbath, where 
least, a managing woman. And we enter- tho minister, liko tho dear Saviour, some- 
tain a vaguo suspicion that if all tlio women times remembers to “ take little children in 
tinually working wonders, that we may soo soon have to bo a reform started in favor of 
his arms, and bless thorn.” 
Then if you asked me a question, I 
His power and learn our own nothingness, wen’s rights. Mrs. Smith declares very dis- wouldn’t pretend not to near; or lazily toll 
But how changed tho scene! Where is tinct )y that the reason why men are no hot- you “ I didn’t know” or turn you off with 
, . ? . • .j ter than they should be. is, because they are some fabulous evasion, for your memory to 
now tho river, tno mouuia , mo nowerB, not properly “ rebuked” at home. She is chew for a cud till you were old enough to ing it to an eminent member of the British Female Physicians— That tho medical 
and all that wo have viewed with such de- evidently of opinion that a little diurnal see how you had been fooled. And I’d never Parliament long ago; and from him to some profession is hereafter to consist of women 
light? How often is beauty thus fading training on tho part of tho wife would es- wear such a fashionable gown, that you one before him. Perhaps it first found ex- a s well as men, is no longer a matter of 
and transient! Nothing but a littlo change sentially improve tho mind and manners of couldn’t climb on my lap whenever tho fit pression in the 7th verse of XXXth chap- doubt in this direction. Tho preference for 
in tho air unseen it is true has caused it to husband. Now wo wish to be patient took you: or refuse to kiss you for fear ter Isaiah:—“For tho Egyptians shall females in some departments of practice is 
’ I , ■ , with tho efforts of woman to help herself, you’d ruffle my curls, or my collar, or my help in vain, and to no purpose; therefore becoming so general, we understand, that 
assume a new oim, am in w 101 w and improve hor condition, and therefore temper—not a bit of it! and then you should Have I cried concerning this, their strength ^he few who are oducated are overtasked 
tho origin of the idea used by Mr. Calhoun 
in the words “ masterly inactivity,” ascrib¬ 
ing it to an eminent member of the British 
-and this is a last look. 
but a watery mist. e. n. w. wo feel sorry to soo such things as this come pay mo with your merry laugh, and your 
“ from the pen ot a woman who is aiming at little confiding hand slid over trustingly in 
The apprehension of evil is many times tho mission of reformer in this respect.— mine, 
worse than tho ovil itself; and the ills a man l ho idea ot making a man ‘‘noble and Oh ! I toll you, my littlo pots. Fanny is 
Oh ! I tell you, my littlo pots, Fanny is 
is to sit still.” 
_ _ _ _ 
There is hardly any bodily blemish which 
a winning behavior will not conceal, or make 
fears ho shall suffer, ho suffers in tho very beautiful in his aspect abroad” by starting sick of din, and strife, and envy, and un- tolerable; and there is no external grace 
fear of them. him down stairs of a pleasant morning and charitableness ; and I’d rather, by ten thou- 
out on to the sidewalk by the sharp sting of sand, live in a littlo world full of fresh, 
One act of beneficence, or act of real use- a “rebuko” from his wito, does not come guileless, loving littlo children, than in this 
fulness, is worth all tho abstract sentiment over us liko tho odor of roses. It may be great museum full of such dry, dusty wither- 
in tho world. the best way to make a “beauty” of a hus- "ed hearts.—Olive Branch. 
which il-lnatureor affoction will not deform. Each of the cardinal virtues is a brilliant 
-- gem in the character, and consistency i^the 
In matters of conscience first thoughts aro string on which tho whole are strung, with- 
best; in matters of prudence last thoughts out consistency a character is like a broken 
are best. necklace—perfectly valueless. 
“ The sun of Fame, ’twill gild the name, 
But the heart ne’er feels its rays 1” 
And even now, I know, 
“ It is a joy to thee, 
In this dreary world below, 
To be striving earnestly 
For the truths that great men know. 
To be climbing unknown heights 
On the ladder-rounds of mind, 
Kindling up the beacon lights 
For the followers behiud.” 
Albion, N. Y , 1S52. > Eller W. 
A Last Look. —There is a feeling that 
resembles death in the last glance we are 
the success ot the great London Exhibtion, e yes—the symbol of hor own light heart— 
was a pupil of Ericsson. and i eave s in that look darkness and deso- 
We aro indebted to an entertaining writer j at j on f or over . The boy, vour father-spirit 
in a late No. of tho “Literary World,” for a has clung to liko the very light of your ex¬ 
portion ot tho above facts. istenco, waves his hand from the quarter 
- —-—-— - deck, as the gigantic ship bends over tho 
“Nothing New Under the Sun.”— Two breeze; the tears have dimmed his eyes, 
or three years ago somo writers were tracing for, mark—he moves his fingers over them 
with labor, and incompetent women have 
been prompted to advertise themselves, and 
for the want of those bettor qualified, are 
employed. —Boston Journal. 
