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MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER'. 
MAY 24. 
fatties’ Hart-jffllio. 
CONDUCTED BY AZILE. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
TO AN ABSENT SISTER. 
BY HENRY A. KENDALL. 
Come sing to me to-night, sister, 
The songs of long ago, 
When my young heart was light, sister, 
And time had wrought no woe. 
Thy voice so soft and sweet, sister, 
Is thrilling now my heart, 
Why does the tear of childhood’s year 
From ’neath my eye-lids start ? 
The forms we lov’d so well, sister, 
Are scattered far and wide, 
They come no more to greet, sister, 
How can our thoughts abide ! 
For some have gone to distant climes, 
And others ’neath the sod ; 
And one her spirit all so pure, 
Has found repose in God ! 
She faded like a flower, sister, 
A lilly on the wave — 
A blossom in our garden bower, 
Has found an early grave. 
She trembled into life, sister, 
That dear and cherished one. 
We may not call her back again, 
The lost and lovely one. 
Once more I hear thy voice, sister, 
Its cadence soft and low, 
Though not as oft I heard, sister, 
In times of long ago ; 
Thy silvery voice has chang’d sister, 
To plaintive melody, 
0, may thy harp at last be tun’d 
To angel minstrelsy. 
Homer, N. Y., April, 1856. 
HOME AND HARMONIES. 
“Affection—kindness—the sweet offices 
Of love and duty, are to all as neediul 
As our daily bread.” 
Ix one of the most popular comedies of the 
day, an effort is made to depict the horrors of a 
cold, cheerless and heartless home —a home in 
name only—in brief, one that repels rather than 
attracts. We fear that there are many such 
within the limits of every great city—many 
domestic and family circles in which the demon 
of discord, or the foul fiend of an evil temper, 
is the presiding spirit; and thus scenes of agi¬ 
tation and of anger are of constant occurrence. 
Is it a matter of surprise that the young and 
light-hearted shrink and turn away, that they 
escape whenever they can—and that even the 
older members often seek some excuse for ab¬ 
sence ? Alas ! for the poor wretch w r ho is com¬ 
pelled to go through his daily round of toil in 
the out-door world—whether at the desk or in 
the highway—whether as the president or the 
runner of some leading establishment—who, on 
returning to his hearth and household, trembles 
with apprehension at “a scene,” and from a 
consciousness that an evil spirit—a jealous, a 
harsh, an unreasonable, or an exacting—presides 
there ! that his welcome, instead of being kind¬ 
ly and affectionate, generous and cordial, is 
likely to prove cold and repulsive—severe and 
captious ! ' And yet these temples of domestic 
disquiet are by no means rare. 
Forbearance and appreciation are priceless 
virtues ; while confidence and good-will, cour- 
Jpjmllaity. 
Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
motto, so shaping our course that the penalty of THE WIPE’S INFLUENCE, 
misspent opportunities shall not follow us as an - 
avenger ; meet the ills of life with a spirit com- “ d HIS Peasant! exclaimed the young 
petent to bear, and a heart prompt to respond to husband, taking his seat cosily in the rocking- 
the requirements of duty, and clouds and dark- c hair, as the things were removed. The fire 
ness, if such are destined to gather around our gl° w ing the grate revealed a pretty, neatly- 
earthly pathway, will all be scattered before the f urrds hed sitting-room, with all the appliances 
dawning of an immortal day. comfort. The fatiguing business of the day 
__ was over, and he sat enjoying, what he had all 
HOME! SWEET HOME! day been anticipating, the delights of his own 
- fireside. His pretty wife, Esther, took her 
That wide, open, friendly fire-place, with its work and sat down by the table, 
lively, crackling mirth, or its sweet twilight «It is pleasant to have a home of one’s own,” 
embers, always appear to me the meet emblem be again said, taking a satisfactory survey of his 
of a contented, great heart, answering back to own little quarters. The cold rain beat against 
your own joy, and lighting up your shadows.-- tbe windows, and he thought he felt really 
And sometimes, surrounded by strangers, the grateful for all his present comforts, 
object of dull remark, or cold criticism, oi igno- « Now, if we only had a piano !” exclaimed 
rant condemnation, how have I pictured to my- the wife. 
self a world of warmth like unto the great “Give me the music of your own sweet voice 
fire-place at home, where every man should be before all the pianos in creation,” he declared, 
greeted with “Welcome! welcome, brother!” complimentarily ; though feeling a secret dis¬ 
and a comfortable, snug corner of liis own ; and appointment that his wife’s thankfulness did 
where all answer to cacii other with tlic syio - not clumo with his own 
pathy and cheer of shining faces over the glow- “Well, but we want one for our friends,” said 
inghearth. Look kindly on the stranger, gentle Esther. 
friend, thy looks are either so many sweet, sunny « Let our friends come to see us, and not to 
beams, that betoken the common fellowship of bear a piano !” exclaimed the young husband, 
humanity, or so many icy rays that chill him to « But, George, everybody has a piano now-a- 
the heart that freeze little by little the foun- days; w r e don’t go anywhere without seeing a 
tains of love—that fill him with distrust of the piano,” persisted the wife, 
world and hatred of his species. No man “And yet I don’t know what we want one 
knows for how much of others’ wickedness and f or . Y ou will find no time to play on one, and 
wretchedness he may be held accountable. A p d on ’t want to hear it.” 
look of thine may breed sorrow in thy brother, « They are so fashionable—I think our room 
THE CORAL REEF. 
BY SARAH C. GARDINER. 
A humble insect, down ’raid ocean’s caves, 
Above which glitter depths of foaming waves, 
Begins a tiny mound ; at first so small, 
A single grain of sand could cover all. 
Another joins it, and as time wings past, 
Piece after piece is added to the last. 
The tiny mound in silence gains apace, 
Each added worker moulds some form of grace, 
But who would dream that at the surface far, 
These little workers have their guidiDg star r 
They lay their base on ocean’s firmest bed, 
And raise their pile as if by reason led. 
The coral reef in beauty gleams below, 
And through its aisles the rippling waters flow ; 
It seems a grove, with graceful branch and flower, 
Or clustering vines enwreathing some fair bower, 
Or castle old, with turrets rising high, 
Gleams ’neath the waters, pointing to the sky, 
Still rising more, at length the surface gains— 
The coral reef an island firm remains. 
’Tis thus by patient labor day by day, 
Foundation for a useful life we lay. 
Each duty done, though trifling it appear, 
No work neglected, though it prove severe. 
A humble life, though in the lowly shade 
Of poverty, by deeds is regal made. 
Great purposes enshrined within the heart, 
To high and low, the noblest charms impart. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
HOME! SWEET HOME! 
tesy and kindness, cannot be too sedulously THE REMOTE AWD THE IMMEDIATE, 
cultivated with friends and relatives, and espe- _ 
“ ’Tis distance lends enchantment to the view.” 
The far off mountain, looming up dim and 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
A REMINISCENCE. 3 
der all circumstances, to be cheerful and good- shadowy against the deep blue sky, its rough 
natured. The business world has its claims and furrowed sides scarred and gorged by light- 
world and hatred of his species. No man “And yet I don’t know what we want one 
knows for how much of others’ wickedness and f or . Y ou will find no time to play on one, and 
wretchedness he may be held accountable. A j d on ’t want to hear it.” 
look of thine may breed sorrow in thy brother, “They are so fashionable—I think our room 
though a stranger. A look of thine may do a looks nearly naked without one.” 
good deed, may shine from thy face to his face, „ j think it looks j ust r ight.” 
and be reflected, like a lay of sun, ovei half the think it looks very naked; we want a 
£h>he. piano shockingly,” protested Esther, empliati- 
“ Your lamp smokes, my dear,” said he, after 
a long pause. 
“ When are you going to get an astral lamp ? 
0 , may thy harp at last be tun’d cultivated with friends and relatives, and espe- - good deed, may shine from thy face to his face, « j tlainlv it looks just right.” 
To angel minstrelsy. cially among members of the same household. “ ’Tis distance lends enchantment to the view.” and be reflected, like a ray of sun, over half the «j think it looks very naked - we want a 
Homer, N. Y., April, 1856. It is, we concede, difficult at all times, and un- The far off mountain, looming up dim and globe. pi ano shockingly,” protested Esther, emphati- 
--der all circumstances, to be cheerful and good- shadowy against the deep blue sky, its rough Live, ye gentle scenes of home ! Light up, caby . 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. natured. The business world has its claims and furrowed sides scarred and gorged by light- ye bright fires of the domestic hearth ! Glow, The husband rocked violently. 
A REMINISCENCE. 3 and anxieties, and all are liable to private ning and tempest, and its bleak and rocky sum- ye pleasant fancies of the wood fire! Smile “ Your lamp smokes, my dear,” said he, after 
-; _ griefs. We may, moreover, experience some mit bared to the burning snn of summer and ever, ye dimpled portraits on the wall of child- a l 0n o-pause. 
How often do children minister to us ! How sudden disaster—be attacked by some painful the frosts of winter, is an object pleasing to the hood ! Come in, ye sweet little breezes that „ wii C n are you goto" to "et an astral lamp » 
often do childish expressions falling from guile- malady—bp annoyed by some falsehood or eye of the poet and the painter. Majesty and rustle through the cozy curtains, the blossoms I have told you a dozen times how much we 
less lips sink into our hearts, and long after treachery, and hence feel depression of mind beauty here meet and mingle ; the awful frown of youth and the airy old cobwebs of memory nee ded one,” said Esther, pettishly. 
come up m hours of despondency to cheer us! and irritation of disposition. And thus, while j s ve iled in mist, and the smile of sunshine are simmering in your light! Place may „ Those ar(J y(Jry tt ' ] amps j" neve r can 
Half of the pleasant hours of school had pass- in a thoughtful and melancholy mood, how bathes the fleecy outlines in a sea of golden change, friends come and go, hearts grow cold see an astral lamp,” said her husband, 
ed, when there gathered around me a class of chilling is harshness, and how refreshing and glory. But draw nearer to the scene, and the or wear away beneath the drops of care till they “But, George, I do not think our room is com- 
dearly loved children. In the course of the soothing are gentleness, courtesy and affection, mellow-tinted outlines melt away, rock and crumble and moulder beneath the clod of the p j ete Without an astral lamp,” said Esther, 
lesson the word “heaven” occurred ; and in a especially from those with whom we are precipice, blasted tree and furrowed side, stand valley,'but a pleasant home, where childhood sbarp i y . “ They are so fashionable ! Why, the 
few simple words I told them of the beauties of pledged to associate and mingle from day to out in all their terrific grandeur, and the en- lived and loved, never dies. The memory Morgans, Millers, and many others I might 
that sinless world whose pearly gates enclose day. And if, on the other hand, we enjoy an chantment of melting beauty is lost in the sub- thereof is a fortune, an indestructible faculty of men tion, all have them. I am sure we ought to.’’ 
only the pure in heart, the child-like in spirit, exemption from the misfortunes and disadvan- li me ; awd takes the place of inspiration, and self-renewing joy. -phe husband moved uneasily in his chair. 
A dark-eyed boy, fixing his deep gaze on me, tages to which we have referred, how bound are the pleasing deception of distance is lost in the What is Leaven itself but the renewal of the „ We waut to bye as well as ot h ers> » sa i d 
exclaimed earnestly—“ It is no place to cry.” we, by generosity and by duty, to imagine that stern realities of immediate presence. fresh hearts and delightful pleasures of child- pother 
exclaimed earnestly—“ It is no place to cry.” 
The day passed, but not from my mind faded such troubles may afflict others who may seem The blazing vo l C ano, which, to the far off hood ’ 8 home ? A happy child looks forward to 
these beautiful words. I thought of the pale to us less cheerful than they might be; and voyager> assumes the cheering appearanca of a a happ F horae above ’ The bireliug initiated 
brow shadowed by brown locks, the thoughtful how, therefore, incumbent on us is it, to extend beacon i; gbt by w } U ch to steer his bark at but to ° earl y in § ullt and mlsei T> or ln Imser y 
eyes of the little speaker, and wondered if he, to them the same degree of support which j ht aud takes the form of a pillar f j d without guilt, he seldom hopes for better ac- 
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sell-renewing joy. The moved uneasily in his chair. 
What is heaven itself but the renewal of the „ We waut to i ive as we ll as others,” said 
fresh hearts and delightful pleasures of child- j, 
hood s home ? A happy child looks foi w ai d to « \Ve want to live within our means, Esther.” 
a happy home above, llie libeling initiated «We are, no doubt, thought to be mean.” 
but too early in guilt and miseiy, oi in misery “Mean ! I am not mean !” he cried, angrily, 
without guilt, he seldom hopes for better ac- „ Then we do not wish to appear so,” said the 
commodation at the journey’s end; and the wife „ To complete tllis roomj and make it 
shadow of his childhood descends before him to look nke other peop i e - Sj ve want a piano and 
e grave. -oa^m. _ an agtral lamp .“ 
HUMAN DESPONDENCY. “ ^ e — we — ward ! muttered the husband. 
- “There’s no satisfying a woman’s wants, do 
The law of life is, “in the sweat of thy brow what you may,” and he abruptly left the room. 
so young in years, had learned earth is a place would be so well appreciated by us under sim- by day, becomes on nearer approach an object commodatlon at the journey s end ; and the wife „ To comp i ete this room, and make it 
for sorrows and for tear’s. Had those bright ilar circumstances. of terror and dismay—a towering cone, murky, shadow of liis childhood descends befoie him to fo ok bke other people’s, we want a piano and 
eyes been dimmed by weeping, that young There is nothing like kindness in the world. and sulphurous, and terrible, belchiDg forth tbe g ray e —defected. _ an as tral lamp.” 
heart grown familiar with sadness ? I looked It is the very principle of love—an emanation showers of ashes, stones, and fire. All that is HUMAN DESPONDENCY. “ We—we—want!” muttered the husband. 
into the future, and thought how darkness of the heart which softens and gladdens, and fearful, all that is grand, and even all that is - “There’s no satisfying a woman’s wants, do 
would shut out the sunshine of innocence, how should be inculcated and encouraged in all our repulsive and displeasing close at hand, loses The law of life is, “in the sweat of thy brow what you may,” and he abruptly left the room, 
cares would come with years—death cast dark intercourse with our fellow-beings. It is im- its true features as distance intervenes, while thou slialt eat bread.” No man can evade that How many husbands are in a similar dileru- 
shadows around his home—much that seem- possible to resist continued kindness. We may, the veil of beauty and attractiveness is kindly law with impunity. Like all God’s laws, it is ma ! How many husbands have been and are 
ingly was fair, prove apples of Sodom ; f/ienhow in a moment of petulence or passion, manifest interposed. its own executioner. It has strange penalties rendered uncomfortable by the dissatisfaction 
often would the bitter tears of disappointment coldness to the exhibition of good-will on the But not alone in space does “distance lend annexed to it,—would you know them ? Goto of a wife with present comforts and provisions ? 
and sorrow flow freely as time proved earth to part of a new acquaintance ; but let him persist enchantment to the view ;” length of time has the park, or the esplanade, or the solitude after How many bright prospects for business have 
be a vale of weeping. God keep thee, noble —let him continue to prove himself really be- its effect upon us also, removing the repulsive, the night of dissipation, and read the penalties ended in bankruptcy and ruin, in order to sat- 
boy, from ever shedding tears of remorse and nevolent of heart, generously and kindly dis- and causing the pleasing features to appear of being useless, in the sad, jaded, listless coun- isfy this hankering after fashionable necessa- 
shame, but [remember well that tears of peni- posed—and we will find our stubborn nature more prominent. The hoary ages of antiquity tenances—nay, in the very trifles which must lies? Could the real cause of failures be known, 
tence will fit thee for that cloudless land where giving way, even unconsciously to ourselves.— are veiled in mist, and present to our imagina- be contrived to create excitement artificially, it would be found to result from useless expend- 
the inhabitants never weep, never mourn. If this be the result of kindness among com- tion scenes of enrapturing beauty ; rapine, vio- Yet these very eyes could, dull as they are, iture at home, expressly to answer the demands 
Long months have passed since that beauti- parative strangers, how much more certain and lence and blood are lost sight of, and the prime- beam with intelligence ; on many of those of fashion, and “what will people think ?” 
ful, that treasured sentiment was uttered, and I delightful will be the exercise of the feelings va l purity of man’s estate becomes the promi- brows is stamped the mark of possible nobility. “ My wife has made my fortune,” said a gen- 
have seen much of grief and sorrow. Many at home, within the charmed circle of friends nent feature. The golden ages change to the The fact is, that the capacity of ennui is one of tleman of great possessions, “ by her thrift, pru- 
loved ones have been removed by death ; and and relatives ! Home enjoyments, home affec- silver, then again to the brass, iron, and clay, as the signatures of man’s immortality. It is his dence and cheerfulness, when I was just begin- 
friendshave wept bitter tears over graves which tions, home courtesies, cannot be too carefully we approach nearer and nearer to our own very greatness which makes inaction misery.— ning.” 
spring for the first time is decking with grass or steadily cultivated. They form the sunshine times. The sins and sorrows, the strifes and If God had made us only to be insects, with no “Mine lost my fortune,” answered his com- 
and violets, but “heaven is no place to cry” has of tbe heart. They bless and sanctify our pri- turmoils melt away r.s time recedes, and all that nobler care incumbent on us than the preserva- panion, “ by useless extravagance and repining, 
come in all its truthfulness home to my heart, yate circle. They become a source of calm de- the world ought to be, but is not, assumes their tion of our lives, or the pursuit of happiness, we when I was doing well.” 
and ministered consolation, in hours of dark- light to the man of business after a day of toil place. So is it with ourselves as the lengthen- might be content to flutter from sweetness to What a field does this open to the influence 
come in all its truthfulness home to my heart, 
and ministered consolation, in hours of dark¬ 
ness, to the tried and weary soul. f. h. 
Brockport, N. Y., 1856. 
light to the man of business after a day of toil place. So is it with ourselves as the lengthen- might be content to flutter from sweetness to What a field does this open to the influence 
—they teach the merchant, the trader, the ing shadows of life extend along our path. We sweetness, aud from bud to flower. But if men which a wife possesses over the future prosperi- 
working man, that there is something purer, look back to the period of childhood as an era with souls live only to eat and drink and be ty of her family ! Let the wife kno\y her in- 
more precious even, than the gains of industry, in our individual history radiant with hope and amused, is it any wonder if life be darkened fluence, and try to use it wisely and well. 
Influence of the Smile in giving Beauty of Tbe y twine themselves round the heart, call joy. No shadow seemed mingled in our sun- 
Expression._ A beautiful smile is to the female forth its best and purest emotions and resources, shine—no cloud obscured our sky. But was 
countenance what the sunbeam is to the land- enable us to be more vir tuous, more upright, this so ? Let the tears and wailings of the in¬ 
countenance what the sunbeam is to the land- - - - 
scape. It embellishes an inferior face, and re- more Christian, in all our relations of life. We fant, the griefs and lamentations of boyhood, the is of a retired nature, and an enemy to pomp necessary to work skillfully with ; adorn your 
deems an ugly one. A smile, however, should see in tbe bein S s aroun d us, the elements aspirations and longings of youth answer the and noise ; it arises, in the first place, from the bouse w j t h all that will render it comfortable, 
not become habitual, or insipidity is the result • of gentleness, of truth, and the beauty of fidel- question. The human soul in life’s young enjoyment of one’s self; and in the next, from ])onotlookatricherhomes,andcovettheir 
nor should The mouth break into a smile on one and reli gion. A day of toil is robbed of spring is far from being happy. Baby sorrows the friendship and conversation of a few select cost j y f urn iture. If secret dissatisfaction is 
side, the other remaining passive and unmoved, man y of its cares > h J the thought that in the and boyish griefs are thickly strown, sorrows companions; it loves shade and solitude, and ready to spr i Dg up> g0 a s t ep further and visit 
for this imparts an air of deceit and grotesque- evenin S we ma J return home and mingle with and griefs that manhood regards as trivial in- naturally haunts groves and fountains, fields aud tbe bomes 0 f the poor and suffering; behold the 
ness to the face.' A disagreeable smile distorts tbe famll 7 household. There, at least, our ex- deed, but which are by no means trivial to the meadows. In short, it feels everything it wants dark; cheerless apartment, insufficient clothing, 
the lines of beautv. and is more rermlsive tUan perience teaches us, we may find confiding and young. within itself, and receives no addition from and abseuce 0 f a n the comforts and refinement 
with despondency ?— F. W. Robertson. Be satisfied to commence on a small scale. It 
-'♦ is too common for young housekeepers to begin 
True and False Happiness. 1 rue happiness ^hej-g their mothers ended.. Buy all that is 
the lines of beauty, and is more repulsive than P eiaence teaches us, we may find confiding and young. within itself, and receives no addition from and abseuce 0 f a n the comforts and refinement 
a frown. There are many kinds of smiles, each lovin g bosoms, those who look up to and lean The dreams of youth are of the future, not of multitudes of witnesses and spectators. On the of gocial bfe; and tbe ir return to your own with 
having a distinctive character—some announce upon 11 s ’ and tbose also to ^hom we may look the present; and he longs to exchange his con- contrary, false happiness loves to be in a crowd, j oy f u q sp i r it. You will then be prepared to 
goodness and sweetness—others betray sarcasm, for counsel and encouragement. dition for the glorious promises of manhood.— a » d to draw the eyes of the world upon her.— meet your busban( i w itli a grateful heart, and 
bitterness and pride-some soften the counte- We say to our friends, one and all, cultivate The long vista that stretches forward between She does not receive any satisfaction from the be ready to appreciate the toil and self-denial 
nance by their languishing tenderness—others the home virtues, the household beauties of ex- him and the goal of his aspirations, lends an applauses w ic s e gives leise , nit Him t le wb j cb be h a s endured in the business world, to 
brighten it by their brilliant and spiritual vi- istence. Endeavor to make the little circle of enchantment which captivates his imagination, admiration which she raises in others. She surroimd you with the delights of home; and 
vacity. Gazing and poring before a mirror can- domestic life a cheerful, an intelligent, a kind- and causes him to cast aside, like idle toys, the flourishes in courts and palaces, theaters and you wdl be ready to co-operate with him cheer- 
not aid in acquiring beautiful smiles half so ly and a happy one. Whatever may go wrong pleasures and enjoyments of his present posi- assemblies, and has no existence but when she fully in arrang i ng y 0U r expenses, that his mind 
well as to turn the gaze inward, to watch that 1 Q the world of trade, however arduous may be ^ on ’ manhood approaches, however, the 1S 00 ’ e< upon. e cce^ ^_ nuiy not be harassed with fears lest his family 
the heart keeps unsullied from the reflection of the struggle for fortune or fame, let nothing mar ru gg ed features assume a prominence, and the Nature —Good nature redeems many ex P enditures ma Y encroach upon punctual pay- 
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dition for the glorious promises of manhood.- 
meet your husband with a grateful heart, and 
evil, and is illuminated and beautified by all the purity of reciprocal love, or throw into its battle of life becomes a stern reality ; the gild- faultg> More tban beauty> wea lth, power gen- ment ’ Le independent. A young housekeeper 
sweet thoughts. harmonious existence the apple of discord.— ed veil is torn away, and toil, strife, anxiety, and ius it causes men and women to be loved. If never needed more moral courage than she does 
-- The winter evenings afford many hours for disappointments are no longer permitted to be are n0 ghinin" qualities whatever in the now t° resist the arrogance of fashion. Do not 
The Other Side.— Once, in a happy home, a reading, for conversation, the communion of sunk out of sight. character, even should there be considerable in- lefc tbe families of A ’ and B ’ d ®“ de wbat y° u 
sweet, bright baby died. On the evening of heart and of spirit, and such hours should be As the sun of life passes the meridian, the te ] lect ual deficiency, yet if a good temper beams must have, neither let them hold t he strings of 
the day, when the children gathered round their devoted as much as possible, not only to men- earlier days appear more pleasing, and we gaze bri btl on tbe countenance, we ask for nothing T our purse ’ You kno ^ the besfc what T ou cau 
mother, all sitting very sorrowful, Alice, the tal and moral improvement, but to the cultiva- back upon them with increasing, but melan- more We pause not, we do not question nor and 0U S bt to afford ’ Tbeu deClde y ltb stncfc 
eldest, said, “ Mother, you took all the care of tion of wbat may emphatically be termed the choly pleasure. Old age appears to boyhood besitate>but surrender at once to the fascination integrity according to your means. Let not the 
baby while she was here, and you carried and home v ^tues t-Pennsylvania Enquirer. like the mellow light of a setting sun, bathing of the d and honest soul that bas set llpon cen8ure or a PP royal of lbe ™ d e J er ^ m P fc J ou 
held her in your arms all the while she was ill; d<dd and fo ,es L hillside and i alley, in its gol- b j g .f ace the seal of this admirable quality. to bu ^ wbat cau 1 0 011 • 0 matter 
now, mother, who took her on the other side?” Beauty. —Socrates called beauty a short-lived den glories; but the halo vanishes as the eye what people think, provided you are true to 
« On the other side of what, Alice ?” asked the tyranny ; Plato, a privilege of nature ; Theo- grows dim and the step infirm with age. Pain Spring.— No modern writer can excel the fol- yourself and family.—Seeded, 
mother. « On the other side of death ; who phrastus, a silent cheat; Theocritus, a delight- and sorrow and approaching dissolution are pre- lowing description of Spring, from a very old 
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his face the seal of this admirable quality. to W ^at you can do without. No matter 
+ __ what people think, provided you are true to 
Spring. —No modern writer can excel the fol- yourself and family. Selected. 
lowing description of Spring, from a very old 4 ’^ -- 
book, which cannot be read too often : Little acts of kindness, gentle words, loving 
took the baby on the other side, mother ; she ful prejudice ; Carneades,‘a solitary kingdom ; sent and prominent realities, aud the distant book, which cannot be read too often : Little acts of kindness, gentle words, loving 
was so little she could not go alone ?” “Jesus Domitian said that nothing was more grateful; past assumes the hues of enchantment. “Lo ! the winter is past, the rain is over and smiles—they strew the path of life with flow- 
met her there,” answered the mother. “It is Aristotle affirmed that beauty was better than All periods of life, however, have their joys, gone; the flowers appear on the earth; the ers, they make the sunshine brighter and the 
he who took little children in his arms to bless all the letters of recommendation in the world; and it is the part of wisdom to make the most time of the singing of birds is come, and the green earth greener ; and He who bade us “love 
them, and said, ‘ Suffer them to come unto me, Homer, that ’twas a glorious gift of nature ; and of them, leaving to the future, when it comes, voice of the turtle is heard in the land ; the fig- one another,” looks with favor upon the gentle 
and forbid them not, for of such is the kingdom Ovid, alluding to him, calls it a favor bestowed what of good and ill belongs to it. Live in the tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines and kind-hearted, and he pronounced the meek 
of heaven!’ He took the baby on the other side.” by the gods. present and hope for the future should be our with the tender grape give a good smell.” blessed. 
