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MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL ANI) FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 
AUGUST S3. 
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CONDUCTED BY AZILE. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
OUR LIFE. 
BY VIANA MEADOWS. 
Odr life—how short! 
How quickly past, 
How soon the vision flies ; 
From the first hour 
Unto the last, 
When the frail creature dies ; 
And the unfettered spirit soars 
To those unknown, eternal shores. 
Our life—how sweet! 
How precious held. 
With all its hopes and fears : 
The heart by grievous sorrows swelled 
Still asks for lengthened years ; 
And e’en the Christian—child of GOD 
Shrinks to depart, and loves the clod ! 
Shall we not marvel, 
When we stand 
On Canaan’s happy shore, 
And view the glorious father-land— 
Our home forever more ; 
That our fond hearts so clung to this, 
And pined not for the world of bliss ? 
Shall we not wonder, 
When our Lord 
(Lord ever more most bleeped !) 
Shall speak the dear, approving word 
That welcomes us to rest; 
Shall we not wonder that our days 
Were not more frequent with His praise ? 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
THE ANGEL’S MISSION. 
From the realms of bliss, a sinless spirit 
came to earth, to see if in any heart in this 
HONORING PAKEATS. 
As a stranger went into the church-yard of a 
pretty village, he beheld three children at a 
newly made grave. A boy about ten years of 
age was busily engaged in placing sods of turf 
about it, while a girl, who appeared a year or 
two younger, held in her apron a few roots of 
wild flowers. The third child, still younger, 
was sitting on the grass, watching with thought¬ 
less look the movements of the other two. 
They wore pieces of crape on their straw hats 
and a few other signs of mourning, such as are 
worn by the poor who struggle between their 
poverty and afflictions. 
The girl soon began planting some of the 
wild flowers around the head of the grave, when 
the stranger thus addressed them : 
“ Whose grave is this, children, about which 
you are so busily engaged ?” 
“ Mother’surave, sir,” said the boy. 
“ And diciyour father send you here to plant 
flowers around your mother’s grave ?” 
“ No, sir ; father lies here too, and little Wil¬ 
liam and sister Jane,” 
“ When did they die ?” 
“ Mother was buried a fortnight yesterday, 
but father died last winter; they all lie here.” 
“ Then who told you to do this ?” 
“ Nobody, sir.” 
“ Then why do you do it ?” 
They appeared at a loss for an answer ; but 
the stranger looked so kindly at them, that, af¬ 
ter a while, the eldest replied, as the tears 
started to his eyes : 
“ Oh, we do love them, sir.” 
“Then you put these grass turfs and wild 
flowers here where your parents are laid, be¬ 
cause you love them ?” 
“ Yes, sir,” eagerly replied all of the children. 
What can be more beautiful than such an ex- 
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Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker 
A CHAPTER FOR YOUNG MEN. 
THE DREAM. 
is good and relishing.” Owing to our frugality LIFE’S VICISSITUDES. 
in living, we have accummulated a fine library - 
and have just bought a new piano, sweet-voiced A cha:pte:r fo:r y oung men. 
as a bird, for our Susan. We all find leisure to While they teach the elevated humility, 
read, and theie s not a healthier and happier life’s vicissitudes are well calculated to encour- 
famih than ours in the whole neighborhood. a „ e ^e i 0 wlv and cheer the faint-hearted. Few 
M n , i v v. - . , oau Vs uoauinui tuau OUUU dU UA’ 
of ours, there dwelt perfect love. In her , 
, , , , a , , . , hibition of children honoring their deceased 
hand she bore a flower as pure and white as the , , 
robe that enfolded her, plucked from the gar- ^ , , , 
• - r> j- , r , , . . 6 ,, Never forget the dear parents who loved and 
dens of Paradise, and aught unholy would , . , , 6 . A, , . _ 
,, c , , . -n ■ , , cherished you in your infant days. Ever re¬ 
sully its perfect beauty. Passing by the dark- , J . . . . , J rT 
, , , . , , uji member their parental kindness. Honor their 
er haunts of sin, she paused on bended wines , , . 
, , , ,, , ; 6 . memory by doing those things which you 
over a brilliant scene, where youth, beauty and , \ , 6 ,, f y 
J know would please them were they now alive, 
prace mineled tlieir charms • wliere rt r J > 
sully its perfect beauty. Passing by the dark¬ 
er haunts of sin, she paused on bended wings 
grace mingled their charms ; where diamonds 
were flashing from dark locks, and bright eyes 
were beaming with hope, but scarce had her 
trembling pinion ceased its fluttering, when 
the flower faded, and the angel vanished from 
the spot where deceit and envy had mingled 
by a particular regard to their dying com¬ 
mands, and by carrying on their plan of use¬ 
fulness. 
laiuny tuau ours in me wnoie neignoornooa. age the lowly and cheer the faint-hearted. Few 
men are so rich in this country but that they 
_ * may lack the means to purchase a dinner, and 
What fond and generous friendships are often ma y die in utter destitution. On the other 
bred among youthful life ! Then the innocence, baud > the poor friendless boy of to-day may, in 
gayety, and hope of unsophisticated hearts n0 g reat number of years, become the possessor 
create sky and land anew, and robe the scene of scores of thousands, the loved and respected 
in their own soft hues. No cynic frost has of a large community. 
fallen on our disinterested sympathies. The Not very many years since, a little boy might 
world has not laid its icy hands on our throb- bave been seen picking up chips for his 
bing pulses. Our faith in each other, in what- widowed mother’s fire, where a public building 
ever is lovely, virtuous, heroic, knows no limits. was in process of erection. Since that time the 
Then how frequent it is for attachments to little boy has grown to be a man, and that man 
grow up, at whose stainless sincerity and ten- is— Hiram Powers, world renowned, and as 
der romance we smile in after years, when, Fiig^Hly honored. 
alas! in too many cases, time has hardly An awkward youth left “Jersey” many years 
brought enough to compensate for what it has a S 0 ’ The best use his father could put him to 
taken away ! Together we wander through was t° help to make the family shoes in winter 
the fields as through enchanted grounds. We time. By long years of industry, temperance 
dream dreams resplendent with the triumphs aQ d economy, his fortune is now counted by 
we fondly vow and think to win. In the art- millions. And, still mindful of human vicissi- 
lessness of that pure time our secret souls are tudes, he has donated a large property to the 
transparent, and in the unflawed clearness of city authorities, providing that its income shall 
our communion we look through each other. be given to the poor, so long as there are none 
Our joys, our gifts, our whole heart are united of bis family and name to apply for a night’s 
in a free friendship whose strength and close- lodging or a loaf of bread, 
ness foretell a sweeter and nobler life than the Twenty years ago a fatherless boy was placed 
fairest passage of history have as yet realized. i Q a third or fourth rate country store, “ for his 
These halcyon unions rarely survive a full en- victuals and clothes.” His cheery face and 
trance upon the common pursuits of life. But laughing countenance, his accommodating dis- 
So Boon unnoticed, seeks the Western shore, they are prophetic. And when the cares of position, and the alacrity with which he served 
the world, the deceitfulness of riches, and * 11S customers, soon advanced him to a better 
Night tappeth gently at a casement gleaming many sins, come upon us and alienate us, still store, at a dollar a week extra, which he regu- 
With the thin firelight flickering faint and low, their glorious oracles are never all forgotten.— larly placed in the hands of his mother, to aid 
Of pleasures gone as all life’s pleasures go. Tb< T haimt us ,lke volces from fairy land, her, by marketing for others, to support her lit- 
Night calls him to her, and he leaves his door, And oft the cliff’s and shores of memory rever- tie family. To-day he ships cargoes for his 
Silent and dark—and he returns no more. berate the plaintive echoes of our love, calling own vessels, but embarks in no important en- 
-- after many a beautiful Hylas vanished from terprise without first consulting that mother 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. beside the fountain of youth. How often the Still. 
EPICUREAN VISITORS. remembrances of the friends and the friend- The son of an “apple woman” we know to 
- ships of other days come back from the begone he one of the richest men in the United States, 
by patience peabody. times when we knew them, and fill our hearts aiJ d wbo accumulated his wealth by his own 
as with the wild sad melodies of an iEolian activity and enterprise ; not by speculation, 
Don t fuss forever about what you eat. harp! Who, as he reviews the hallowed hours hut by legitimate commerce — by honorable 
Whats the use of devoting all one’s energies that went so swiftly in the morning of life, and mercantile competition. 
BY MRS PIDSLKY. 
Methougut I sat me down beneath 
The old laburnum tree, 
Whilst at my feet the tranquil stream 
Was flowing peacefully. 
And glancing in the sun-heam’s rays 
Gay insects flitted by, 
And warbliDg songsters filled the air 
With gushing melody. 
The balmy air was fragrant with 
The dewy breath of flowers, 
And loving friends with cheerful words 
Beguiled the passing hours. 
’Twas but a dream—those kindred hearts 
Are cold and silent now, 
And years of care and grief have left] 
Their shadow on my brow. 
East Homer, N. Y., 1856. 
Morn callelh fondly to a fair boy straying, 
’ Mid golden meadows rich with clover dew ; 
She calls—but he still thinks of naught save playing, 
And so she smiles and waves him an adieu I 
While he, still merry with his flowery store, 
Deems not that morn, sweet morn, returns no more. 
Noon cometh —but the boy to manhood growing, 
Heeds not the time—he sees but one sweet form, 
One youDg fair face from bower of jessamine glowing, 
And all his loving heart with bliss is warm, 
So soon unnoticed, seeks the Western shore, 
And man forgets that Doon returns no more. 
Night tappeth gently at a casement gleaming 
With the thin firelight flickering faint and low, 
By which a grey haired roan is sadly dreaming 
Of pleasures gone as all life’s pleasures go. 
Night calls him to her, and he leaves his door, 
Silent and dark—and he returns no more. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
EPICUREAN VISITORS. 
BY PATIENCE PEABODY. 
Are vour Barents snared to vou ? FvertrPnt t0 coo]i ^- You may spend your whole life recalls the dear family faces laid so early in 
“ A nice young man,” ten years ago worth 
fifty thousand dollars, who delighted in horses, 
y „u .ta-d a >o„e, y orphan at their graves. A | raatiog mere household drudge of herself, ^ ^ ^ ^ 
their unseen poison, and fair forms concealed , 7, .j “ g making a mere household drudge of herself, 
hearts dark with evil. When the gentle winds rem( ' ni rance 0 hind affectionate conduct to- cook pla i n> substantial food; if you have a 
of heaven had fanned the flower to life a-ain f departed friends will help to soothe gardeu> don . t be sparing of fruit and vegeta- 
she stayed her flight where fair haired children ^ ^ T our wounded heart. But why try to keep up with Mrs. A. or 
HE HAS AN AX TO GHIND. 
Mrs. B., who always have so many sorts on 
their tables ? Remember a simple diet is essen- 
“ When I was a little boy,” said Dr. Franklin, 
I remember one cool winter morning, I was 
refinement and superior education. Now, with 
that same wife and five small children, in a 
country village beyond the Mississippi, he 
teaches a writing school for his daily bread. 
Let us now go around to times long past, and 
tial to health. I hope you have not a fastidi- accosted by a smiling man, with an ax on his Se ®Ji 0W ^ 1S ^. ry teaches the same lesson - 
were busy at their play ; there was a look of ’ _Mrs. B., who always have so many sorts on w hen i was a little boy, said Dr. H ranklm, 
innocence on their brow, a tone of affection in home management. their tables ? Remember a simple diet is essen- “ 1 ^member one cool winter morning, I was howhistor^teachea the Tamp 1 p<S on** ’ ^ 
their sweet, childish words, but even in their - tial to health. I hope you have not a fastidi- accosted by a smiling man, with an ax on his s « y teac es the same lesson. 
young hearts perfect love dwelt not, for the Though the art of managing a house may at ous husband. If you have, I pity you. But shoulder: ‘My pretty boy,’said lie, has your 1 /.Ur.mstingsreceivedanhumblepeti- 
frail spirit flower paled beneath their glance first sight seem a very simple affair, yet there little rest will you ever get. I suppose you’ll father a grindstone ? ‘Yes sir,’said I. ‘You 10n rom tie great Mogul for aid against his 
and the seraph sighed and passed away^ ’ are vei T few people who do it well. Nearly have to humor his whims till you’re worn out. are a fine little fellow,’ said he, ‘will you let en emies— en years later, and Ir Hastings is 
A bridal pair were at the altar, and beside ® Very WOman dislikes the won 7 of over-man- Little by little, you’ll forget all your French, “ e grind my ax on it ?’ pleased with his com- ™ b ® u ° e * 
them was the unseen angel, with folded wings a § ement a l raosfc a s much as neglect. The great except recipes for soups—your piano will be P llm ent of hue little fellow, ‘0, yes sir I an- ° g 
and spirit eyes gazing on the holy rite. Fresh, art is to hit the happy medium quietly, and to exchanged, for the music bf the stew-pan, and swered, ‘ it is down in the shop.’ ‘ And will Lord North was Prime Minister to 
blooming flowers were all around, and nnritv kee P th e servants to their duty without scold- you’ll have no leisure for any other volume y°u> my man, said he, patting me on the head, ’ ' . 
Though the art of managing a house may at ous husband. If you have, I pity you. But shoulder: ‘My pretty boy,’said he, has your 1 '’ iIr - HastlI1 g sre ceivedanhumblepeti- 
first sight seem a very simple affair, yet there little rest will you ever get. I suppose you’ll father a grindstone ? ‘Yes sir,’said I. ‘You tl0 n from the great Mogul for aid against his 
are very few people who do it well. Nearly have to humor his whims till you’re worn out. are a fine little fellow,’ said he, ‘will you let enemies—ten years later, and Mr. Hastings is 
every woman dislikes the worry of over-man- Little by little, you’ll forget all your French, me S rind m 7 ax 011 it? ’ Pleased with his com- oa Ins knees in the House of Lords, and was 
nvftmsiit, almnaf ns mnAh oano(rlc/>f Tko nraoi pliment of fine little fellow. ‘ O. vessir’ Tnn- °obged to give bail that he would not run 
and spirit eyes gazing on the holy rite. Fresh, 
blooming flowers were all around, and purity 
In 1778, Lord North was Prime Minister to 
Eoglaud, the Counsellor of Kings—ten years 
seemed to encircle the foir brow crowneTivith in S them ’ ^ is a great point to live always in than the Cook-Book. Well, bring up your ‘g et a water?’ I ran, and soon *»*“*»? Oounseltor of Kings-ten years 
the marriage wreath vet as the solemn mvstic the sam e manner as regards style, to have the boys not to be so over-particular about what brou g bt a kettle full. ‘How old are you, and a ° r ’ a ° ' miecor e ok a oit was led 
words were spoken,’ the’spell of which death Cl ° th laid 88 carefull T when alone as wh en they eat—that is, unless they are able to pro- what ’ 8 T our name?’ continued he, without ef > mins er j ej iy one o ns aug i- 
alone can break, the seraph dropped a tear and th . e ™ “ com P an y- When tbis is the case, no vide their wives with a whole regiment of ser- ^ altlD g for a re P ly j ‘ 1 am sure ^’ ou are ° ne of 1777 there was a smart active it , 
bore awav her flower with petal drooni™ Wlfe feels afraid of ber busbaad bria gi a g in aa vants. the finest fellows I have ever seen, will you ' he1 1 
just turn a minute for me ?’ Tickled with the counlr y tavern—ten years later, He was a na- 
bore away her flower with petals drooping. Wlie Jeeis a “ aiu OI uer nu8DaDQ , OT1 “gtHg m an 
. ,, , . ,. ,, unexpected guest ; and it is gratifying to her 
A mother bent over the cradle of her sleep- , , , . jf , . . ? i . 6 . 
, , , ,, ... . , husband to fand a guest of this kind received 
mg babe, and these spirit eyes were fixed in • , ... , 
& , , t,. i , a, a- quietly; whereas, nothing can be more disa- 
wonder on her Bor long weeks the first stars ^ to t buBballd t] f an to see his hou8e 
of even’ng and the fading ones of morning, throwll into c(mru8ion . tis wife 
cross, and his 
had found her a watcher by that couch of pam. servant8 to cl)snge , he tbiogs laid 
If you are a young lady and are invited to 
spend a few weeks with a friend, don’t be for- 
fiattery, like a fool, I went to work, and bitter- 
i ■ , , ii .t ly did I rue the day. It was a new ax. and I 
ever harping on what a good cook your mother J ... T ' 
t- ‘it i . i , , , , tolled and tugged till I was almost tired to 
is. It will be sure to make your hostess feel u 
bob, a baronet, a Knight of the Shire. 
In 1777, Dr. P. went to the gallery of the 
unpleasantly. Which would you prefer, that 
she should take you to a nice ride among the 
toiled and tugged till I was almost tired to Houf:e of Commons to hear Mr. Pitt’s speech, 
death. The school-bell rang, and I could not and was turned out—ten years later, and Dr. 
get. away ; my hands were blistered, and it was rose P* ace House of Lords, to 
Disease had been busy w. h that little fern,, oa tbe taMe and !borti % verj)bia 6 in „ tba “ b8 f b “,“ ‘hut herilf nnTn the not S ro "" d ' At ‘“S*. however, the an while Mr. Pitt stood below 
dimmed the eye, kindled fever ,n the ve.ns sinJ , becan , e he bad ^ d * ^ ™ ntetuW f, rty d fferent^^ ki 1 of man turned to me with, to W to hear him. 
and wasted the rounded l mbsto a shadow.and dine> witbonl ivio , d ot tw , notice of cab ^Z t‘ N ° w - J™ lit " li 7»”'v« played the By these examples, let young men learn that 
tl ”°™l d '“a W to * ». be in better M A . whomTerha™ vonha™ ™ W Alas! attention, diligent, persevering, loving attention 
the mother had alone performed each office of diDe ’ With ° Ut giving 8 d8J ° ? tW °’ 8 D ° tice ° f cake for y ou ’ Do not complain of the misera- ‘T ou llttle rascal > 7 0U ’ v e pl a yed the By these examples, let young men learn that 
love stilling the moans of agony anff soTthinT bis infceQtioQ to do so ’ Xt ^ ™ better ble cooking of Mrs. A., whom perhaps you have ^ uant J «eud for school, or you’ll rue it.’ Alas! attention, diligent, persevering, loving attention 
by her low fweet tones the sufferer into slum taste to alI o^ the stranger to sit down to a meal juat visited-of what insipid pies and plain thought I, it was hard enough to turn a grind- to almost any of the useful callings of human 
ber God had heard her earnest prayer for her aS r0ugbl y as a labo, ' er ’ s in aboveb puddings she makes, and the endless variety of ^one this cold day, but now to be called a little life, guarantee success whether in a Monarchy 
child and now with a mother’s deep deep emo than to to receiye him Wlt h extempore ways in which she serves up codfish. If you rascal, was too much. It sank deep into my oraRepublic,whethernnderKingsorPresi- 
tion o’f mingled love and gratitude she witched ^ ^ awkwardness ‘^d blunders came so near starving while you were there, mind, and I ve often thought of it since. When dents. That to be good at any one thing is of 
the foint lush of health that stole o'er ibe ° f the servants wlU S00Q sbow him tbe real why did you stay so long ? You had no claims J 866 a raerchaat overpolite to Ins customers, Jtoelf elevating, and aids to higher success— 
sunken cheek aod^the little breast^rise and fall sti >te of the cas ^-Selected. upon them. Is it right for you, after sharing b , c SS ln S f em <» take a little brandy, and That which gives enduring success is not fam- 
with the slow regular breathing of ref, eifn! -- their hospitalities, perhaps for weeks, to go lh ™w'”S »“ th e counter, thinks I, ; ily name, nor wealth, nor accident, nor posi- 
sleep. -Ah "’thought the nnseon one, «ltrvf T, “ Ho«.-By the quiet fire- away and ridicule their manner of living?- ’ That man as an ax to grind.' When I see a non, nor even genius itself but it is the steady. 
tion of mingled love and gratitude, she watched f ,, ’ , - n ‘ . . . ' 
,, , . , 5 , , , of the servants will soon show him the real 
the fain flush of health that stole o’er the state of the cas ..-Selected. 
sunken cheek, and the little breast rise and fall 
with the slow, regular breathing of refreshing: m „ 
sleep. “Ah,” thought the unseen one, « I have . AT Ho -ME.-By the quiet fire- 
r That man as an ax to grind.’ When I see a t i° n . nor even genius itself, but it is the steady, 
fulfilled mv’mission a mother’s love is I side of home ’ the true mother ’ in tbe midst of Shame on you ! I don’t wish any body to come man flatte ™g the people-who, in private life, energetic following up of any calling in the 
lultilled my s. ,a t er s love is purity , , ., , ... ; _ a _ t _ 4 i ■_, ,_, is a tyrant, me thinks, ‘Look out. Hood neonle loveof its nature, and in the belief of its im- 
itself,” but a change came over the flower ; it 
did not pale in beauty, nor fold its waxen petals, 
her children, is sowing as in vases of earth,the to see me simply to get something good to eat. IS a t Y rant ’ rethinks, ‘Look out, good people 
seeds of plants that shall some time give to It degrades me so in my own eyes to think that that fo,low Wl11 set J ou turning grindstones.’ 
love of its nature, and in the belief of its im¬ 
portance. Aud more, without this faith and 
but a faint shadow like a tiny cloudTponTe Heaven the fra S rance of their bl «ms, and my table is my only attraction. Epicures had When 1886 a man hoisted into office by party affection no man as ever yet succeeded in any 
sky dimmed its loveliness whose fruit shall be to us a rosary of angelic better confine their visits to professional cooks ^nt, without a single qualification to render creditable occupation, nor do we believe ever 
I . * * deeds, the noblest offering that she can make _to hotels, saloons and bakeries. Really in- hlm res P ec t ab ^ ^eful, ‘Alas! methinks, will. For the most part, it may be set down 
Lut once more and the embassy was com- thlwhthe ever-ascendimr and exDandinu rellto^t Hip. pW, fnlts ip 1 .U deluded people, you are doomed for a season to as a very general truth, that the great stimulus, 
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But once more and the embassy was com- through the ever-ascending and expanding telligent people are the easiest folks in the dalud c d P eo P c-7^ a re doomed for a season to 
pee. n a nairow puson ce was con ned a sou l8 of her children to her Maker. Every world to entertain. It is a luxury to have them turn the grindstone for a booby.’” 
young gn , pa e, u ovey as e sun earns WO rd that she utters, goes from heart to heart by our firesides. We are pleased with the fine 
, 1.1 cas i n ingenng ig i 1 e a 00 o w j t j 1 a p 0wer 0 f which she little dreams.— flow of their thoughts—so richly spiced with a TASTE FOE. MUSIC. 
glory over the room, and rested with a sort of nu-i v. a h • , . f 1 , - 
unearthly beauty upon the fair young head of Pbllo8 °P ber8 ^ ™ their speculations, ha thousand little pleasantries, and as they unfold We should hardl that an ear for melod 
the prisoner. Health, honor, home and friends ^ cannot li t a finger without moving distant to us their varied experience of the past, we is the highest criterion of taste for music. It 
i at i i , _ _ , spheres. Solemn is the thought that every seem elevated to their own intellectual world. . ,1 ■> j • i ,, « , , 
had been hers, then why came she here? Had L, J sets the head wagging and the feet tapping; 
spheres. Solemn is the thought that every seem elevated to their own intellectual world 
word that falls from a mother’s lips, every ex- We feel that we have learned something anc 
which is essential to the successful pursuit of 
any wordly calling, is the want of money, the 
very tliiDg which young men thing the greatest 
calamity.— Selected. 
The Shadows of Childhood. —God bless the 
w f ww ” wl r T T , sets thehead wa ggi^ aad the feet tapping; i itt l e children! We like their bright eyes, 
she been guilty of any crime? Nay, verily, " Ve tbat 1<l ' C earne something and geDds tke pi owman whistling forth, and takes their rosy dreams! Nothine seems to weigh 
at ■ t a ■ , , y ’ pression of her countenance, may leave an gained new strength to live. The meal, Der- , ,, „ , , . . wieir rosy ai earns i tsotning seems to weigh 
except loving her Savior more than these, and • , , vi • , f , / ’ P er many a stall at the opera ; but we suspect it is down their buoyant snirits long • misfortune 
. ^ .. . . ,, ’ indelible impression upon the young souls haos, may be a humble one, but it tastes sweet- ,, n , . . . 1 ... lueir ouo 7 anu s pi>ns long, misiortune 
for this, was on tbe morrow to yield up her life T ,,, , , . ® , rather the love of harmony winch is the real di- mav fall to their lot but the shadows it msts 
„ .. . , , , , J l about her, and form the underlying strain of lv to us for the rich wine of intellect, mingled • • . F ,, , , . . . , may iaii w tueir ioi, uui me snauows it casts 
for his saiie As the last sunbeam faded away, thal education which peoples heaven with ce- with friendly feeling, is passing from heaft to rod of the latent treasures of deep mu- upon their life-path are fleeting as the clouds 
und the iast twilight slie was ever to behold, [ es t, al be ings, and gives to Ui e white b rnw of heart ? .* P * .cal ioeling. Cietiy da n ccd, when a child, to lbat corae and g0 in an April sky. Their f„. 
stole over earth, she knelt in prayer. No trace the angel next to the grace of God its crown « -a • r • , .. T . tbe sound of dropping water, foreshowing, per- ture may, perchance, appear dark to others, but 
of agony was on the marble brow, no trembling , , ’ & ’ Sald a ne'ghh 01 ' of ™ lue ° ne day ’ 1 caQ tel1 ba P s ? ln tbls ; the b S bt character of his taste to their fearless gaze it looms up brilliant and 
of the clasped hands, and no tear was in tbe S _ « r » you, Mrs. Peabody, where the bed places to visit and compositions; but Mozart, it is well known, beautiful as the walls of a fairy palace. There 
deep blue eye upturned to heaven. How di- kindness. are around here. It s to Mrs. B. s and to Mrs. when an infant of only three years old, would is no tear which a mother’s gentle hand cannot 
vinely beautiful, how Christ-like that prayer. As stars upon the tranquil sea, 8- Tbey get U T “ ore s0rts tbere tban au 7 strike thirds on the clavichord, and incline his heal, no anguish which the sweet murmuring 
She prayed for her friends who loved not Jesus, In mimic glory shine, body else, and cook em richer. I never went little head, smiling to tlie harmony of the vi- of her soft, low voice cannot soothe The warm 
for her cruel enemies who were soon to take So words of kindness in the heart there in my life without having a good visit.” brations. Nothing proves more strongly the generous impulses of their nature have not 
her life, she asked for a martyr’s dying grace e ect t e source divine. qq ie foolish soul! Both ladies mentioned were angelic purity of music than the very tender been fettered and cramped by the cold formal- 
and a place amid the white robed throng around 0 then be kind, whoe’r thou art, formerly hired girls, but happened to marry age at which the mind declares for it. No art ities of the world ; they have not yet learned to 
the throne, then, there Btole over her pale And?*sh^alTbrfghtenail th^llfe, welb Having served in genteel families, they has had such early proficients, and such eager veil a hollow heart with false smiles, or hide 
countenance a look of heavenly beauty ; and And sweeten even death. ’ bave l earned bow t0 cook antl tb at is all they volunteers, and no art has so surely performed the basest purposes beneath honeyed words.— 
from her parted lips burst the triumphant do know. There is nothing that destroys real in manhood what it promised in infancy. All Neither are they constantly on the alert to 
words “‘I have fought a good fight,'I have kept True Happiness. —He who confines his de- sociability in a place, like this scrambling to the greatest musicians—Handel, Bach, Haydn, search out our faults and foibles with Argus 
the faith ; henceforth there is laid up for me a sires to his real wants, is more wise, more rich, see wbo shall get the most sorts on their tables. Mozart, Mendelssohn, (it seems not Beethoven, eyes ; on the contrary, they exercise that bles- 
As stars upon the tranquil sea, 
In mimic glory shine. 
So words of kindness in the heart 
Reflect the source divine. 
0 then be kind, whoe’r thou art, 
That breathest mortal breath, 
And it shall brighten all thy life, 
And sweeten even death. 
True Happiness. —He who confines his de¬ 
crown of righteousness,’ come. Lord Jesus, come and contented, than any other mortal existing, 
quickly.” With the last words of that prayer. The system upon which he acts, is like his soul. 
With this for the standard of a good visit, it however) — were infant prodigies. There sed charity which “ thinketh no evil.” 
becomes quite a responsibility to entertain seems nothing to dread in prematureness of _^ _ 
the angel who had folded in wonder her wings replete with simplicity and true greatness ; and company. When we were first married, Seth, musical development; it grows with the Mere bashfulness, without merit, is awk- 
in that prison cell, returned to heaven with her seeking his felicity in innocent obscurity and niy husband, said to me, “ Patience, said he, growth and strengthens with the strength in ward; and merit without modesty, insolent._ 
flower unfaded, and henceforth, it bloomed peaceful retirement, lie devotes his mind to the “if we save in any thing, let it be eating, natural concord. When we see a child picking But modest merit has a double claim to accep- 
immortal in the garden of Paradise. f. h. love of truth, and finds his highest happiness in What is the use of swallowing down everything out airs on the piano, or silent at a concert, we tance, and generally meets with as many pat- 
Brockport, N. Y., 1856. a contented heart. we can make. Let us have enough and what may rejoice in our hearts. rons as beholders. 
