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MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND EMILY NEWSPAPER. 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
STANZAS. 
When winter’s gems of fror.cn dew 
Reflect the golden ray, 
The sun that gilds, destroys them too— 
In tears they melt away. 
When spring’s gay violets bloom at noon, 
And odorous gales supply; 
Nipt by the evening's frost, how soon 
Their bloom and odors fly. 
The summer’s rose, in dewy morn. 
Full blown, the garden's plume. 
Noon scatters from the naked thorn, 
And tastes its last perfume. 
Such are the charms that mortals wear, 
Such beauty’s vain parade; 
Thus of the young, the old, the fair, 
The transient graces fade. 
North Ridgeway, N. Y., 1853. 
For the Rural New-Yorker. 
LIFE IN THE COUNTRY. 
Don’t liko life in tho country, oh ? Woil, 
ice do. Wo love its spring-like freshness, 
and its genial sunshine; tho gorgeous sun¬ 
sets, and untold charms of morning. What 
is tho use in being pont-up in cities, with 
tho privilege of seoing every ono, and no 
ono to see you ? It may do for some; but 
it nevor camo up to our standard of enjoy¬ 
ment. Rather give us tho fooling of rural 
independence, and domestic happiness, and 
wo will cast all your boasted city refinement 
into tho shades of forgetfulness. Wo will 
throw contentment and happiness into the 
scalo opposite your so-called “ luxuries,” 
and shall take a pride and pleasure in see¬ 
ing tho latter “ strike tho beam.” And then 
it is such a great thing to bo a farmer—an 
intelligent, free-and-easy, and contented far¬ 
mer, that wo cannot help liking a farmer’s 
life, and regarding it as an honorable ave¬ 
nue of labor. It is the basis of true inde¬ 
pendence—tho foundation of genuine no¬ 
bility. Others may sing of: 
“-Life on the ocean wave, 
And a homo ou the rolling deep.” 
But for us, we prefer a life in tho country, 
and a home on a well-cultivated farm. 
THUNDR STORMS vs- TELEGRAPHS. 
It’s all very fine to talk of Prof. Morse 
having harnessed the lightnings, previously 
tamed by Franklin, but a short stay in a 
telegraph office during a thunder storm, 
will convinco any reasonable man that levi¬ 
athan is not so tamed. On such occasions, 
the fierce elemont, awakened by tho roll of 
old Jove’s thunder to think of tho time 
when it shot unfettered through the ex¬ 
panse of ether, chafes indignantly at the 
presumption of man, and on the first conve¬ 
nient opportunity, kicks over tho traces in a 
manner not at all to bo trifled with. It 
conveys a plain intimation that any little 
favors it may render in pleasant weather 
are owing more to its good nature than any 
prowess of a human conqueror, as an ele¬ 
phant sometimes condescends to obey the 
command of a child and totes it about for 
amusement. 
But when there is any sporting going on 
abovo, any muss in which sharp cracks and 
hard cracks are tho ordor of tho day, the 
purple winged servant takes the responsi¬ 
bility of neglecting the drudgery allotted 
him by his earthly master and is off on tho 
clouds, rattling tho brilliant chains in mock¬ 
ery of Franklin, Morse, Bain, Faxton and 
the united force of tho Washington Patent 
Office, who have gravely docketed him as a 
bond-slave. Nor has ho much respect for 
the fugitive slave law, for he rosonts an at¬ 
tempt to force him back into tho harness 
with a snap, surpassing all tho “ Jerry res¬ 
cuers ” in the world. 
There was a fine illustration of this on 
tho lino of the New York, Albany and Buf¬ 
falo Telegraph Co. yesterday. The roll of 
heavenly artillery in tho morning announced 
a gala day, and immediately after breakfast 
tho “tamed lightning of Franklin” began to 
kick over tho traces. It is but justice to 
tho animal, to say that fair warning was giv¬ 
en to tho drivers that ho was “ in for a good 
time.” But business pressed, and Suporin- 
tendant Wood refused tho application for a 
holiday and ordered the work to go on.— 
Then tho leviathan rose in his might. At 
tho first click of the key, ho rolled hot shot 
into all tho officos from Albany to Buffalo. 
His compliments reached tho Utica office 
with a crack as loud as a pistol, which left 
ono rolay hors du combat , and set tho oper¬ 
ators “ a thinking.” 
Wood rallied his men and once more sot 
them at tho batteries, but tho onomy had 
passed on and was committing havoc olso- 
whore. Tho stillnoss of death was all tho 
answer to be got from tho West, till some¬ 
what later it was announced by piano at tho 
House office that tho Morse office at Buffa¬ 
lo was a victim of tho striko. Tho same 
blow that finished tho rolay here, pitched | 
into Buffalo with a warmth that molted ev- 1 
ory rolay, and as tho report said, fired tho 
papers and tables in tho offico. The field 
was won and tho forked mossonger had his 
holiday, though tho operators went through 
tho motions occasionally during tho day, to 
keep up appearances and make greenhorns 
think they had still got the old follow bot¬ 
tled.— Utica Gazette . 
The brave man always thinks of self the 
last. 
The strong man best commands his 
strength alone. 
COUNTRY PAPERS. 
We like country newspapers. With a 
few exceptions they are capital vehicles to 
thought. Froshness, originality and fact 
characterise many of their editorials. They 
are purged from tho guile of groat and 
crowded cities. They are sent forth from 
the midst of nature’s most beautiful things, 
birds, trees and flowers—woods, valleys, and 
tho broad, free, blue heaven. Thoso who 
occupy tho seat editorial, though thoy may 
bo learned in the classics, are not worldly 
in the common sense of the word. They go 
not wearily to the sanctum day after day, 
with brains steeped in wine, and aching with 
the reminiscences of gas light and crowded 
fetes. Thoy aro not obliged to fill their col¬ 
umns with long descriptions of whirling dan¬ 
cers and hackneyed stars. Thoy have few 
sickening details of rows and murders.— 
Untainted by city vices, they take high and 
pure views of life. Altogether, one feels to 
breathe freer and think better of his fellows 
after reading a right smart country papor. 
In their corners aro many little effusions 
of choice poetry. Often they aro superior 
in freshnesss and feeling to much that is 
lauded by the city press. Thoy bring with 
thorn rural pictures of old farm houses half 
hidden by the foliage of summer. 
There in some chorished corner, the 
blooming country lass, like a beautiful wild 
flower in seclusion, pens her pretty thoughts, 
and sends them under some anonymous 
signature to tho village editor. He puzzles 
his brain to think who it can be. Conjures 
before his vision all the Lauras and Marys 
who cast sly glances at him at meeting, or 
whisper to each other as ho passes, “ that’s 
the editor.” 
Ho little dreams it is tho rosy maiden of 
whose substantial bread and butter he so 
often partakes. Ho has sometimes caught 
sight of her though the steam of the- 
shades of distinguished authors !—tho wash- 
tub—but never thought she gave time to the 
muses. It is nevertheless. He is favored 
some day by the proud old farmer—father, 
or devoted, mother, with a glanco into that 
favorite study. Of course Mattie knows 
nothing about it. .What a charming wife 
she would make 1 Good poetry and good 
cooking ! 
Hereafter commend to us tho country 
paper. Sparks from the thought-anvil fly 
thick and fast; joyous and bright they are 
—tho editor is married ! Tho country pa¬ 
per is moi'e of a gem than ever; and the 
reason is because “ woman, or man is doub¬ 
le you.” 
Success to country newspapers !— Boston 
Olive Branch. 
BURNS’ POWERS OF CONVERSATION. 
Wiiat a pity that Burns had no Boswell 
to track his steps, and catch the fire-sylla¬ 
bles which fell in such rapid profusion and 
bickering brilliancy from his touched lips ! 
His talk seems to have been as strong, nat¬ 
ural, and rich in essence as ever flowed from 
the lips of man. It was strong as a native 
power, and it was, of all his powers, the 
most carefully cultivated. Liko Dr. John¬ 
son, he generally set himself to “ talk his 
best.” In society, and particularly in that 
of ladies, he seemed to “ forget his poverty, 
and remember his misery no more.” His 
soul expanded, his heart openod, his eyes 
kindled, his rough voice softened into mu¬ 
sic, and tho pont-up waters of wisdom, wit, 
tenderness, humor, and knowledge of hu¬ 
man nature, which wore in him, “ flowed 
amain.” Hearts burned within them—eyes 
moistened—bosoms heaved, as he talked; 
laughter looked out through eyes that wept, 
or tears came and drowned laughter : many 
were agitated and shaken, and others, obey¬ 
ing tho calmer and mightier spell of his 
genius, felt as John Scott so finely says : 
“ Their minds touched with a strange joy, 
which they may recognize in more exalted 
stages of their being.” 
All this effect was produced, not by an 
elaborate artist playing bravurae, not 
through any assumption of oracular dopth 
or dignity, not through any determination 
to be tho chief speaker, but through the 
more outpouring of a mighty soul, which 
’ had besides made conversation a study, 
• found in it a fit element, and learned to 
spring up under tho gonial influence of so- 
| ciety into its fullest powor, liko tho war- 
’ horse to the sound of the trumpet. How 
, one wishes that Burke, the greatest talker 
then alive in England, had mot and meas¬ 
ured lances with Burns, tho greatest talker 
in Scotland; and that Bozzy, who was still 
alivo, had been subpenrcd to bo present.— 
’ They had boon wonderfully woll mot, for in 
. native genius and wealth of mind they wore 
equal; and Burke’s subtle reflection and 
profound learning would have found a coun- 
, terpoiso in the brilliant wit and robust man- 
hoood of the intellect of Burns. 
An Old Bachelor’s Epitaph. —A lady 
had beon toaching the summor school in a 
eortain town, and a young sprig of tho law 
paid her some attention, so much so that he 
was joked about hor. He replied that he 
“ should look higher for a wife.” It came 
to tho lady’s ears, and she meditated a little 
bit of revonga An opportunity soon offer¬ 
ed. Thoy were at a party together, and to 
rodeem hor forfeit she was to make his epi¬ 
taph. She gave the following : 
“ Here lies a man who looked so high, 
He passed all common damsels by. 
And they who looked as high as he 
Declared his bride they would not be; 
So ’twixt them both he died a bach, 
And now has gone to the old scratch.” 
—Exeter News Letter. 
To keep yourself in a state of discontent 
sot your heart on having everything exact¬ 
ly to your mind. 
TnE thought of war, even in a righteous 
cause is terrible : Heaven never will help till 
all human aid fails. 
THE TWO MOTTOES. 
( Concluded frontpage 164, this number.) 
“Ah ! you are tho doctor’s relatives ?” said 
Mr. Rosman, gazing at the young man with 
a certain degree of interest. “ Chance could 
hardly have directed you hotter, sir, for I 
was his oldest and most intimate friend.” 
This sort of mutual recognition led the 
conversation to the deceased doctor. Mul- 
zen had never seen him, but he felt for him 
that sort of respectful regard which instinct 
establishes between meinbors of tho same 
family. He talked a long time of the doc¬ 
tor ; listened with great interest to details 
of his life and of his last moments; and at 
last, after one of those intimate conversa¬ 
tions in which heart and inind throw off dis¬ 
guise, and display themselves as they really 
are, ho retired to bed, delighted with his 
hosts, who, on their part, were equally 
pleased with him. 
Tired with his journey, it was late when 
he awoke next morning. Ho hastened to 
dress himself, in order to seek his cousin, 
whom ho was to accompany to the notary 
with whom the will was deposited. But on 
going down into the breakfast room he found 
the notai’y there, with Mr. Rosman and For¬ 
tin, for whom a message had boen sent.— 
Miss Charlotte and Louisa soon appeared. 
When all were assembled, Mr. Rosman 
turned to the two young men, and said, with 
a smile : 
“All here present are interested in tho 
matter which brings you to Kayserberg, 
gentlemen ; for my sister-in-law, Miss Char¬ 
lotte Revel, and my niece Miss Louisa Ar- 
mand, whose guardian I am, have come 
hither, like yourselves, to witness tho open¬ 
ing of the will of their brother and uncle, 
Dr. Harver.” 
The two young men bowed to Miss Char¬ 
lotte and Miss Louisa, who returned their 
salutation. 
“ Since accident has brought together all 
the parties concerned,” continued Mr. Ros¬ 
man, “ I thought the doctor’s last wishes 
might be made public bore as well as at the 
notary’s office.” 
Fortin made a sign of assent. Everybody 
sat down and the notary was about to break 
the seal of tho will, when ho checked him¬ 
self. 
“ This will,” ho said, “ is of old date, and, 
during the latter months of his life, Dr. 
Harver told me several times that it was his 
intention to destroy it, so that each of his 
heirs might receive the sharo regulated by 
law. The non-execution of his intention I 
can explain only by the suddenness of his 
death. I deem it my duty to declare this; 
and now I ask all the interested persons 
here present whether they aro disposed to 
fulfil the doctor’s expressed intention, and 
to cancel the will with one consent, before 
any know whom the document enriches. 
This unexpected proposal was followed 
by a pause of some moments duration.— 
Mulzon was the first to break silence. 
“ As far as I am concerned,” said he, mod- 
..estly, “ having no particular claim upon the 
?good will of the deceased, I cannot consider 
that I make a sacrifice in agreeing to an 
equal division of the property, and I am 
quite willing to consent to it.” 
“ For my part,” said Miss Charlotte, “ I 
make no objections whatever.” 
“ In the name of my ward,” said Mr. Ros¬ 
man, “ I give my consent.” 
“ Then,” said the notary, turning to Hen¬ 
ry, “ there is only this gentleman.” 
Fortin seemed somewhat embarrassed. 
“Like my cousin ” he at last said, “I have 
no ground to expect that the will favors me, 
but that is the very reason why I should bo 
guardod in my decision. Whatever may 
have boen the doctor’s intentions, his will 
alone can now bo considered to express 
them; to neutralize before-hand his testa¬ 
mentary dispositions, is to infringe both on 
the rights of the will, and on those of the 
unknown legatee.” 
“ Let us say no more about it,” interrupt¬ 
ed tho notary. “Prompt and perfect una¬ 
nimity could alone make legitimate my 
proposition. Let us remain in tho strict 
limits of legal rights — as you, sir, propose ; 
and now please to listen.” 
With these words ho tore open the en¬ 
velope, oponed the will, and read as follows : 
“ Of the four persons who can lay claim 
to my inheritance, I know but two — my 
sister, Charlottlo Revel; and my niece, 
Louisa Armand. But these two, long united 
by the strictest affection, have but one com¬ 
mon interest, and may be considered in fact, 
to constitute but one person; with respect 
to them, therefore, I have only Louisa to 
consider. My first intontion was to be¬ 
queath to hor all I possess; but it after¬ 
wards occurred to mo that ono of my two 
nephews might be equally worthy of my re¬ 
gard. The sole difficulty is to find out 
which of the two it is. 
“ Unable to investigate this point myself, 
and well knowing the intelligence and right 
mindedness of my niece, Louisa. I refer the 
matter to her judgment; and I constitute 
my solo heir that one of the two cousins 
whom she shall select for hor husband. 
“ Harvers.” 
When the notary paused, aftor completing 
tho perusal of the will of the eccentric but 
well-meaning doctor, a silence of some du¬ 
ration ensued. The two young mon looked 
embarrassed, and Louisa held down hor 
head. 
“Mon Dieu!” cried Miss Charlotte at last, 
“ tho doctor has bequeathed a very difficult 
task to my niece.” 
“Less difficult than you think, sister,” 
said Rosman, smiling. “ I have long been 
acquainted with the contents of Harver’s 
will, and I have made inquiries in conse¬ 
quence. Tho result of those inquiries con¬ 
vinced mo that, whatever her choice, there 
was nothing to fear for Louisa.” 
; “ Then let Miss Armand decide,” said the 
notary laughing. “ Since there is safety in 
either case, she has but to consult her aspi¬ 
rations.” 
“ I will beg my aunt to decide for me,” 
murmured the young girl, throwing herself 
into Miss Charlotte’s arms. 
“ I dccido,” cried tho old lady; — “ it is = 
very perplexing, my doar, and really I do 
not know.” 
But whilst uttering these words with an 
air of indecision, Miss Charlotte’s first glance 
was at Mulzen. Fortin perceived this. 
“Ah, Madame,” cried he quickly, “I see 
that your choice is made, and whatever my 
regrets, I cannot but approve it. Made¬ 
moiselle,” ho continued, taking Mulzen’s 
hand and leading him to Louisa, “ your aunt 
has seen and judged rightly; my cousin is 
more deserving than I am.” 
“ Your present conduct proves the con¬ 
trary,” said Miss Charlotte, touched by this 
generosity; “ but we already know Mr. Mul¬ 
zen a little; and then—in short, you deserve 
to hear the whole truth-” 
“ Tell it me, by all means,” interrupted 
Fortin. 
“ Well, then, his motto oncourages, whilst - - 
yours detors me; he promises indulgence, DIGNITY OF WOMEN. 
and you justice. Alas ! my dear sir, justice lTrans!ated from the te ^ r the Rural New-Yorker.] 
For the Rural New-Yorker. 
TO LILLIE. 
Those gentle tones, oh those gentle tones, 
They’re in my heart to-night, 
As when last they rung in my 'raptured ear 
In the calm of the evening light. 
And I feel again that parting kiss, 
Upon my throbbing brow. 
And oh ! that little hand seems pressed 
Within mine own e'en now. 
And those burning tears, oh! those burning tears, 
Still lay upon my cheek, 
As her trembling lips essayed in vain, 
The “farewell word” to speak. 
I have gazed on many a form since then. 
Fair brows, and eyes cf light, 
But her image dear, oh ! her image dear 
Is in my heart to-night. 
Ithaca, N. Y.. 1S53. * * * < 
may suffice for angels, but men have need 
of charity.” 
Honor the women who twist and weave 
“You are perhaps right, madam,” said celestial roses into terrestrial life,—-twist 
Henry Fortin thoughtfully; “yesterday and the prosperous bond of i 0TO , and in the 
to-day everything seems to combine to give , . \ „ .... . ’ . , 
me a lesson. The rigid defence of my right chast0 robo of S race dll >gently nourish, with 
has always turned against me, while my hand, tho everlasting firo ot virtuous 
cousin’s benevolence has in every instance feelings. 
profited him. Mulzon was in the right; his The dissolute power of man ever wan- 
motto is better than mine, for it is nearer ders oufc of the boundaries of truth,-rest- 
to the law of God. Christ did not say. To , „ ’ 
every one his rights ; but rather, Love your ess ’ bis P Assl0na t° thoughts float along the 
neighbor as yourself.” 
ALL HAIL, THE MONTH OF MAY! 
The month of May—the building month, 
the blooming month, the beautiful month, 
ocean; eagerly he extends his hands into 
the distance; his heart is nevor calmed,— 
through remote stars ho pursues restlessly, 
the image of his dreams. But with a mag¬ 
ically fettering look, the women beckon back 
the bright, balmy, blessed month, the breath- the fugitive; warning, they beckon him 
ing, brilliant, beatific month,—bibulous of back, to tho precincts of the present. In 
dews, Briarean with branches, broidered the moderate house of their mother they 
with arbutus, and broken with the Babel , . , J 
and babble of birds—is horo! Mark her have remained with modest manners, the 
advent, as, in her car of flowers, she drives faithful daughters of gentle nature, 
her zephyr-steeds along the valleys and The efforts of man are adverse, and tho 
over the hills, and guides their airy course dissolute man leads a life without rest and 
™ w .°h„»r, Cin ;r and i ! A « sh ?, pass - abode; but with crushing force, what ho 
es by she throws out to us her floral treas- ’ , , . . to ’ , 
uros, wet with the dews of youthful associa- con ! nves bo destroys again; never does the 
tion, brilliant with the hues of golden mom- contest of desires lie in tranquility : like tho 
ories, fragrant with lovegiving perfumes, head of the hydra, it ever falls and is re- 
and fresh with the light of hope. All hail! nowed. But with a more peaceable glory, 
Oh month, of Mot I Slmnlo « Atarr Ihu” . 1 ° 
Oh month of May ! Simple “ May Day ” 
to children, and simple nothing to multi¬ 
tudes of men, as this thy first day may bo, 
the women pluck the flower of a moment’s 
duration, and nourish it carefully with 
to us it is fraught with happy remembran- charming diligence, securer in their fettered 
ces as well as present joy 
works, richer than he, in the circuits of sci- 
We wonder it miss larbox (if she is Miss ence and in tho boundless orbit of invention. 
Tarbox, and is not tho mistress of a large 
family of children,) has forgotten a May Tho cold breast of man > strongly and 
Day of almost a score of years ago, when a powerfully satisfying itself, and heartily 
happy school girl of sixteen she went, arm clinging tc a heart, does not partake of the 
in arm, with a happy school boy, in the oar- d i v ine joy of love, nor of the exchange of 
ill 1 ® ii.? 0 ‘°? 0f a mo “ ntain i, in , <i om - souls; he docs not melt into tears; oven tho 
pany with a great many other school boys ’ „ ... , „ ’ 
and school girls. She was a little, graceful struggles ot life make his unfeeling mind 
thing, with a mild, blue eye, and a pretty more and more obstinate. But, as theiEoli- 
foot, (we could not help seeing it as we an harp, gently shaken by the zephyr, 
climbed the rocks and fences,) and tho sweet quickly trembles, so tho feeling souls of wo- 
Uttie touch ot her hand upon an unaccus- , , ,, ,, 
tomed arm had more than tho power of men ’ tenderl y alarmed b ? the ima g e of 
electricity in it. We “ cottoned to her.”— woes > tremble,—their lovely hearts aro agi- 
Wo could not help it. How that shawl tated and their eyes, sparkling with heav- 
bothered, and how much pains we took to enly dew, emit rays of light, 
adjust and re-adjust it upon her charming Man rules with the insolent right of pew- 
shoulders ! How she blushed and com- .® ri. 
plained of the warmth of the weather, when er; the Scythian proves his right with the 
we told her, with the license of tho occasion, sword, and the Persian becomes a slave.— 
how pretty she was, and how nice it would The unruly passions attack each other furi¬ 
ously, and one race gives place to another. 
But with softly persuading entreaties, wo- 
be to have a house on the mountain, and 
live away from the world ! And then, when 
we had arrived at the summit, and she was 1 “ ‘ 
seated on a rock, what half understood ca- men wear tho sce P tre of manner8 > extin 
resses were mutually convoyed, in the touch¬ 
es that attended the trimming of her saucy 
guish discord, which rages clamorously; 
they teach the powers which hate each other 
hat with shad blossoms and evorgreens, and to embrace each other in the loveliest man- 
the adornment of our hat-band and button- and unite what is natur ally opposed, 
holes with the same products of the spot! ^ s t 
How she clung to us, in the steep places as -■ - --—- 
we returned! And how the whole com- Woman’s Beauty. —It is not the smiles 
pany marched back through the village, as of a pretty face—nor the tint of her com- 
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the sun was rising, freely and gaily: 
“ Hail! All Hail! thou merry month of May!” 
plexion—nor the beauty and symmetry of 
her person—nor the costly dress or decora- 
Doar Miss Tarbox—do you remember all tion8 ? that compose woman’s lovelines.— 
this ? If you do, and you are married, tell Nor is ifc tho enchanting glance of her eye 
your husband what a handsome beau you with which she darts such lustre on tho man 
had, away back in eighteen hundred thirty sho deigns worthy of friendship, that consti- 
and something, and heave a sigh with us tutes her beauty. 
“ for auld lang syne.” 
This is a day of laying up such memories 
ry through after years as a gold-browed 
mountain lingers in the sunset.— Spring- 
field Republican. 
It is her pleasing deportment—her chaste 
conversation—the sensibility and purity of 
They are purchased choaply, and are more ber thoughts—her aflable and open disposi- 
precious than gold. But there is a tenderer, tion—her sympathy with those in adversity 
sweeter, and more sober interest, attached —her comforting and relieving the afflicted 
to the month. The fairest and purest of all in distress, and, above all, the humbleness 
God’s creatures die in May. That sweet, con- of her soul, that constitutes true loveliness, 
sumptivo sister died in May. That darling Beauty unadorned with but those of nature 
wife and frail child died in May. It is early and simplicity, will shine like the refulgent 
floral month of the angels, as well as of men, sun and display to man that the beauty of 
and, as we upon the earth go out into the your person is not to be found in tinsel or- 
fields to pluck the pure flowers of Spring, naments of your body ; but in the reflection 
they come down to search for fairer flowers, pf rectitude and serenity of a well spent 
and when they find a soul budding iq mod- fhat soars above the transient vanities 
est beauty upon the bosom of a chilled and f^ 8 world .—Albany Transcript. 
suffering nature, they pluck it, and, weaving ----—-- 
it with green hopes and blessed tendrils of True Object of Taste in Dress. —The 
affection, boar it home, while the tears upon true object and importance of taste in. dress 
the holy burden glisten and grow golden few understand. Let no woman supposo 
like dew in the rising light of Heaven. that any man can be roally indifferent to 
So, whether we find heaven in May, or hor appearance. The instinct may be 
May in Heaven ; whether it be the month of deadoned in his mind by a slatternly, neg- 
flower seeking with children, or with angels; ligent mother, or by plain maiden sisters; 
whether it come to us in lovo or hope, in but she may be sure it is there, and, with 
youth or age, in innocent merriment or little adroitness, capable of revival. Of 
chastened grief, it is a month to be welcom- course, the immediate effect of a well-chos- 
ed with open hands and an open heart.— en feminine toilet operates differently in 
Go out upon the hill-side, go into the mead- different minds. In some, it causes a sense 
ow, climb the mountains, thread tho rivulet, of actual pleasure; in others, a conscious- 
run among the rocks—romp, meditate, ness of passive enjoyment. In some, it ig 
dream— and do all in choice companion- intensely felt while it is present; in others 
ship, and the day shall linger in the memo- only missed when it is gone. 
The lady who treats the husbandman 
with scorn, because he is a farmer, contri- 
I butes something towards increasing the 
number of candidates for the State prison 
__ and the gallows. 
