Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
MY LOST LOVE. 
BT JHKNT A. STONH. 
Through the leafy woods, my love and I, 
In the joyous spring-time hours, 
Went roaming with light and careless feet 
O’er a carpet of moss and flowers. 
We danced to the music of the bird* 
And the whisper of the breeze, 
Chiming together and floating down 
From the tops of the giant trees. 
Where a silver stream and a mossy bank 
Embraced ’neath the arching shade, 
Wearied and silent we sat and gazed 
At the pictures the sunlight made; 
And my love bowed down where, through the leaves, 
The sunbeams fell in showers, 
Till his bright curls gleamed in the emerald moss 
Like a garland of golden flowers. 
“ Bring me hero when I die,” he said, 
“ Where the maple flings its shade, 
On a cairn, bright Autumn morning, 
I would fain to my rest be laid, 
While friends should gather round my clay, 
And the Chaplain read the prayer, 
And the hymn go floating, floating up 
Through the dim and hazy air.” 
“ Why should you talk of death ?” I cried, 
“ Why should you talk of death ? 
The sweet south winds arc blowing now, 
There is life in their every breath. 
Would it be sweet to leave me hero, 
In the beaten path alone ? 
Wait my beloved, wait for me, 
Could 1 live if thou wert gone ?” 
We roamed through the woods in the Summer’s 
prime, 
When the eartli was faint with heat. 
And the dim and mossy pathway 
We pressed with our burning feet. 
Heavily, heavily beat my heart, 
Struck with a nameless fear, 
Thinking only of coffin and shroud— 
Of the sweeping pall and bier. 
“ The maple guards the spot,” he said, 
“ And the moss is fresh and bright, 
And the azure flowers are springing now 
In the summer’s warmth and light.” 
But I watched the flush on his wasted cheek 
As he stooped to raise a flower. 
I could not look in his starry eyes 
As I thought of that heavy hour. 
I am treading the path on an autumn day, 
And I strive to fold my hands, 
But they will go reaching, reaching out, 
Scorning their feeble bands, 
Striving to clasp those other hands 
That shall never, meet them more— 
I had prayed to go to the grave with him, 
But he left me at the door. 
Here is the maple and the stream, 
And the grave is ’neath the moss, 
Covered with red and yellow leavos 
That the winds of autumn toss. 
And dust will gather on his brow 
And his floating curls of gold, 
And the folded hands and starry eyes 
Best calmly beneath the mold. 
And winter will follow the autumn days, 
And spring will brighten the earth, 
And summer will come with life and light 
To give to the flow’rets birth. 
But what could they bring to bless my heart, 
If no life to my love they bore— 
I could sit in the forest beside his grave 
With the winter forevermore. 
Hadley, Mich., 1858. 
events, as though no divine authority had said in 
vindication of the perpetual obligation of the mar¬ 
riage covenant, “from the beginning it was not 
so.” Licentiousness prevails, and unblushingly 
commends itself to public notice, under the sacred 
garb of liberty and love. Children unnumbered 
are cast upon society orphaned from birth, and in 
after years fill up the ranks of crime. 
Let, then, each lover of purity— let every woman 
whose heart goes out after the beautiful and the 
true in life, and aches because of the falseness and 
degradation of society —let all, pained because of 
the domestic hearths unsanctified by love aim to 
surround the sanctuary of her own home with 
genial influences that shall radiate into society, 
leading many to feel that there is such a thing as 
true marriage, and that its author is the All At ise 
God. Let every unmarried woman who hopes to 
become the presiding genius of a home, aim to be¬ 
come the most noble being possible, that she may 
well fulfill that destiny, realizing that 
“ Life is real, life is earnest.” 
Wifehood is a relation so beautiful, maternity a 
condition so sacred, that no one should assume 
them without endeavoring to ascertain and fulfill 
the laws of their perfection, yet thousands rush 
into them precipitately, at the instance of a sudden 
fancy, or with the idea—most prominent in many 
minds — of being supported. Perhaps society, 
which has so restricted the number of respectable 
employments for women that multitudes have no 
other way of obtainining a comfortable livelihood, 
is more culpable for this evil, than these hapless 
victims themselves — victims, indeed, for how little 
do such persons commonly realize of that spiritual¬ 
ity of marriage which lightens its cares, and causes 
its responsibilities to become delightful duties, per¬ 
formed at the promptings of the holiest of motives. 
The children bom to them are regarded as necessary 
burdens, loved to some extent, because love of 
offspring is an instinct of woman’s nature; but 
how far short do they come of that full inheritance 
of maternal love which should be the birth-right of 
every child! Before these evils can be wholly 
eradicated, then, there must be a change in popular 
sentiment—which change is, we believe, beginning 
to be wrought — which shall render it respectable 
for women to engage in other employments than 
Wm ‘IfS 
Written for Moore’s Rural Ncvr-Yorker. 
FAREWELL TO THE OLD YEAR. 
Old, weary, time-worn year—farowell! 
Thy days are past— 
Thou’rt like a dream, or passing spell, 
Whose magic murmurs round mo swell, 
But cannot last. 
Saturday Night it is fitting to give free rein to 9 a j 
memory, letting her guide whither she will. Under 
her supervision the paths of childhood are visited 
— the many patterings of little feet fall upon once ^ ^ 
more youthful cars — the sports of boyish days are £ 
being re-enacted — smiles, happy and careless, 
wreathe the countenance — but, anon, the vision gp" SL A 
changes, the days of round-abouts, and marbles, — 
and school, are past—these have given place to - - 
our “ first frock-coat,” the stern game of life, and Written for Moore’s Rural Ne 
we are students in the great college of the world. THE LIGHT OF HEAVEN 
Now we see the hoy enlarged, just attempting to - 
put on the dignity of manhood, just assuming And I saw no temple therein: for the 
responsibilities; the little compact of which he Almighty and the Lamb arc the temple of it 
was once a citizen have become individualized and And the city had no need of the sun, nei 
each doubtless glories in being or becoming a moon to shine in it; for the glory of God die 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
THE LIGHT OF HEAVEN. 
And I saw no temple therein: for tho Lord God 
And the city had no need of the sun, neither of the 
moon to shine in it; for the glory of God did lighten it, 
Thy mighty arm is nerveles* now*— 
Thy pow’r has fled; amid all the ups and downs of the player will come 
Forever o’er thy pallid brow Saturday Night with its fancies, its dreams, its as- 
The tide of life has ceased to flow, pirations and its hopes —may these possess a radi- 
And thou art dead! ance &t once en ij g htening and vivifying! 
But, oh, couldst thou thy record give << Ts ine Years Old.” 
To dwellers here; “ Well, what can be written of a life so brief 
Methinks ’twould be to al j.^ ho llT< \~ as this?” Alas, when the passing years are spoken 
Who life’s dark tempest still survive— ’ ., „„„ 
A tale of fear of 83 allied to humamt L little —very little.— 
Shakspeaiie (in whose mirror all men may gaze 
Successful warning it would provs and f )nd t be true reflection of their own counte- 
To erring man ; nances,) devotes to this period but few brief lines : 
True wisdom it would bid him love, _.. At firstj the infant , 
And place his treasures far above Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms: 
This life’s brief span. An( j then ^ th8 whining school-boy, with his satchel. 
How many weary hearts have bled And shining morning face, creeping like a snail 
’Neath thy sad reign; Unwillingly to school. 
Long cherished hopes have blighted fled, But we were thinking of “ Nine 1 ears as the 
And pleasures gay, that withering sped, lapse of time since the initial number of the Rural 
come not again. visited a farm fire-side in the Empire State. We 
Yet still in viewing thy career, liked the appearance of the stranger, bade him 
With joy we see enter, got acquainted, gave a special invitation for 
Bright, sunny spots of bliss appear, weekly visits, and from that day to the present it 
And in our hearts, for many a year, lias gilded our home. “ The Rural” was prefix 
We’ll cherish thee. and bna i title wben first we looked upon its face — 
Somerset, N. Y., 1858. W. C. W. aj the years wore on it so grew in family affection 
-:-- that it became a child by adoption, and is “Our 
Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker. Rural” to-day. And what shall we write of the 
RANDOM JOTTINGS._No. I. Rural at “Nine Years Old?” What shall our pen 
_ ’ ’ jot down concerning its lessons of experience to 
Messrs. Eds:—H ad just completed my weekly tillers of the soil?—what of its careful teachings 
‘feast of reason” and laid aside: that appetizer to to devotees at the shrine of Pomona? what of its 
_ „ , -T , ,, .I • u_and the Lamb is the light thereof. And the nations of 
“Pi lar of the Republic.” Brightness tinges the , , „ ... 
1 „ . , . . , them which are saved shall walk in the light of it.— 
future —the stage of action is before him, and EeT- xxi _ 22 , 28, 24. 
But, oh, couldst thou thy record give 
To dwellers here; 
Methinks ’twould be to all who live— 
Who life’s dark tempest still survive— 
A tale of fear. 
Successful warning it would prove 
To erring man; 
True wisdom it would bid him love, 
And place his treasures far above 
This life’s brief span. 
How many weary hearts have bled 
’Neath thy sad reign ; 
Long cherished hopes have blighted fled, 
And pleasures gay, that withering sped. 
Come not again. 
Yet still in viewing thy career, 
With joy we see 
Bright, sunny spots of bliss appear, 
And in our hearts, for many a year, 
We’ll cherish thee. 
Somerset, N. Y., 1858. W. C. W. 
Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
RANDOM JOTTINGS-No. I. 
those which have, heretofore, to any great extent, luxurieS) our lltmAL> vvhen an idea struck instructions to those who would solve life’s enigma 
been open to her, and some of which, by the pio ^ — don’t be alarmed, it is not likely to prove “In these stars of earth —these golden flowers?” 
<»ress of the arts, have now become hardly able to , , ., ., . . , , 
afford her a pittance. There ere many avenues to *■“- « l,h “S U ***“ “ W “ Shall we estimate the freight of lovmg word, and 
comneteneo which woman might safely and beauti- occurrence ,» more than on, respect-that Ban- kind l, thought, ,t ha, weekly borne to the fifty 
compee ® rW / ;, 1(1prinnd _ letcorn, Jr., Esq., could in no better manner in- thousand households that watch for its coming? 
competence which woman might safely and beauti- - Kinui y lU0U S Qls ““ 
fully 1 tread, and which would render her independ- heller nrnnner ,n- thousand household, that watch for .to ccm.ngt 
ent of matrimony as a means of support. But let “"he Ins humble title upon the scroll of fame than Is 0 „ r , the labor to demonstrate, mathematically, 
her he educated in the idea that she is capable of W nppearmg m the columns so frequently graced , he instilling „f pure, lofty thought, and tho pro- 
, . . with the productions of Plowhandle, Churn- mo tion of prompt, decisive, beneficient action that 
self-dependence, and throw open to her tne gates, 1 ,, . , , a . ,. , , ,, . 
, 1 , • .. in ttua ncthwqv dasher, and other ot 1S the result of its efforts throughout the length 
and we may hope that the flowers in the pathway _„ ___ 
of science and art, will yield their fragrance at the 
pressure of lighter footsteps than are wont to call 
-“The immortal names 
That were n<t born to die.” 
is the result of its efforts throughout the length 
and breadth of the land? There are myriads who 
deem themselves the banner-bearers of the Rural; 
forth their aroma, and the laurel wreath grace The start was pleasant and the motion agreeable, myriads whose warm hearts are enlisted in its 
purer brows than those which often, in the past, but ere we were awarc, our pen —never noted for support and whose strong hands will bear it on to 
have worn its greenness. 
SECRET OF BEAUTY. 
The editor of Life Illustrated, in commenting r todecid '^S 
steadiness or regularly of movement—got the bits victory! 
in her teeth and ran (way. Little damage result- The “Nine Years’” cruise of the Rural has 
ed, if we speak no^cmccrnyig the utter ruin of a been full of achievement. The “Tenth Annual 
few sheets offoolJd^|j|dJKlHwe are. Itisforyou Voyage” around the World is marked upon its 
Brightly gleams a holy radiance 
Round that undiscover’d land, 
Where immortal hopes are anchored, 
And immortal joys expand. 
And that radiance, pure and heav’nlv, 
All undimmed by earthly blight, 
Is the shadow of His glory— 
His the Fountain of all light. 
Darkness flees away before him— 
Sun and stars no more can shine— 
And the angels who adore him, 
Bow beneath those rays divine. 
And through all the glorious city, 
His is undivided might; 
nc its power, and life, and glory, 
He the temple and the light. 
Light of Heaven ! yet meek and lowly, 
Once the paths of eartli he trod ; 
Lived and died a martyr holy, 
Both a Savior and a God ! 
Died, that we might to His Kingdom, 
Filled with joy and peace, come in ; 
And for this—the love he bore us— 
Lose our sorrow and our sin. 
Yet He looked on us in mercy, 
For Ho know the way was drear; 
And—oh, blest and loving kindnoss— 
Gave a hope for every fear; 
And to guide us on our passage, 
O’er the changing sea of lifo— 
For He knew its stormy waters 
Were with death and danger rife— 
And to lead us through the valley, 
Clothed in shadows and in night. 
Gave us tokens of His presence, 
Gave us gladness, gave us light. 
Golden harps His praise attuning, 
Sing His wondrous love to man ; 
Countless millions glad are shouting 
God Almighly and the Lamb ! 
The redeemed of every nation 
“ Walk in light” with the I Am, 
And the shining hosts cry glory, 
God Almighty and the Lamb ! 
Hastings, Osw. Co., N. Y., 1858. Roselia. 
Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
THE ATTAINMENT OF HAPPINESS. 
The acquirement of knowledge, or the acquisition of 
Ga^i^Aief space amid 1 “clearance papers” for January 1st, 1859, yet, ere J wealth, a means, not an end, 
on Bayard Taylor’s description of the unusual the worthies of the priDted page, or send us sky- the anchor is weighed, the sail set to the mast, we 
beauty of the Polish women, discloses the secret ward with aR the oth „ r ^ ories that end in S}no ke. wish it open seas, prosperous winds, and to the 
of their good looks as follows: ^i ari Hi~h “man at the helm,” all the returns for which 
“Now it is perfectly natural for all women to be ^ mariners on the “ Ocean of Literature” may pray 
beautiful. If they are not so the fault lies in their little aneu o ie a ing o ic goc i'e _ kea ith, and that wealth which is the parent of 
wish it open seas, prosperous winds, and to the 
“man at the helm,” all the returns for which 
“ Tis not all of life to live 
Nor all of death to die.” 
There must have been an end and a design for 
A little aneedoti relating to the “god-like mariners on the “ Ocean of Literature” may pray which men was called into existence and endowed 
iel ” came under our eve in print the other —health, and that wealth which is the parent of with such noble faculties, far more worthy of 
birth or training, or in both. An organism which came undej our eye in print the other ^ Content . 
is perfectly healthy in all its parts will be harmo- da P> which has furms H l,s much food for rcflec ; PP 
is perfectly healthy in all its parts will be harmo- - v ’ . ' ' " , ' , . , , 
niously developed, and, whether male or female, it t™-” It is sa.d that whm he graduated lie turned 
Happiness and Content. attainment than the simple gratification of the 
19 w i°y N R selfish desires which rule the mind while it is 
Look-O ut Farm, \ 9 \ *’ ^' * dwelling out from under the influence of a religious 
Youth and AcE.-Why was I so happy then? life - It is clearly evident to the close observer that 
I consider well, and nothing is sensibly changed the great aim of mankind, however situated, is to 
in mv rendition T possess, as I did then, health. obtain happiness, and the means, employed to 
And the folded hands and starry eyes -,,T V Tv. rV l ti h ’ n to his classmates and, holding out his diploma, _1_- dwelling out irom under me influence 01 a religious 
Best calmly beneath the mold. will be perfectly beau iiu . encc icie an v i remarked; — if Iam Qver to be of uny note Youth and Age-W hy was I so happy then? life - It is clearly evident to the close observer that 
And winter will follow the autumn days, permanenthllltlTin the future man or woman in the worid toil must W!1 Jt ’ this wiU ncver make I consider well, and nothing is sensibly changed the great aim of mankind however situated, is to 
And spring will brighten tho earth, unless the child is nronerlv cared for We would a great or good man of me.” True, every word. i n m y condition. I possess, as I did then, health, obtain happiness, and the means, employed to 
And summer will come with life and light therefore resnectfullv remind American mothers A “ de S ree >” though Conferred by all the colleges and my dai i y brea d; the only difference is, that I amve at this acme of thcir ho P e8 > val T according 
To give to the flow’rets birth. p , , L f chiIdbood is recognized in the land ’ wiU neit (' er makc one “ more nor less am now responsible for myself! As a child I ac- to the circumstances and condition in which we 
But what could they bring to bless my heart, that, in Poland a period of cWdlwod is e cog: d. ^ ^ „ 0ften , often those possessed of cepted i ife when it came; another cared for and find ourselves placed. Accordingly, we find some 
a fee simple in the sbap/of a cognomina! affix are £ vidcd fi.„ m , Aa long 'a, ! Mfil.ed q. ? pta.e.t « ^ t S d I“ 
With the winter forevermore. rectly to the parlor, to dress, sit still, and look ™ re not ed for leaden weight than for the gravity duties j was at peace within, and left the future to wealth, as being the great desideratum of l.fe, while 
Hadley, Mich., 1858. pret ty No, they are treated as children should which learning conlkbutes-more worshiped for the prude nce of my father! My destiny was a others are induced to devote their energies to tho 
-—- be . During childhood, which extends through a de P< h of P ocket than for de P th of thou S bt ’ Each ship, in the direction of which I had no share, and accumulation of knowledge, of literature as being 
Written for Moore’S Rural New-Yorker. period of several years, they are plainly and loosely individual works out for himself the problem of { n which I sailed as a common passenger. There most worthy to engage in. While both, when 
PLAIN TALKS TO AMERICAN WOMEN.-No. I. dressed, and allowed to run, romp, and play in the destiny-every man is the architect of his own was the whole secret of childhood’s happy securi- rightly pursued, may prove a blessing to their 
- open air. They take in sunshine as does the flower, fortune. This truth being conceded how neces- tj Since then, worldly wisdom has deprived me possessors, yet when they become the fixed object 
BT MRS. m. P. a. crozier. J? t ,' 0 „ dcd , rirded about and op . sary that those just setting out upon their life-voy- of it . when my j 0 t was entrusted to my own of our attainments for selfish purposes, they too 
y , ‘ ... ’„+i»c= ft.511. onii e.TTTPr age should have a compass, the polar star to which and c 0 le keeping I thought to make myself master often prove a curse. Daily observation show, 
WHEN theLoRDGoDpronounced ablessingupon P J^^^ it is invariably pointing being an ennobling, in- of it ^ means S a long^insight into the future; I m ost conclusively, that however highly gifted, or 
the fi rst marriage in Eden, the benediction fell ^hev rendered delicate s P irin » P ur Pose. It is a well-known fact that as have filled the present hour with anxieties by oc- however well stored the mind may be with tho 
upon the institution for all time > ^ though pro- dv , 1)eDtic f bv continual stuffing with candies much de P ends ll P on the direction and elevation of cupying my thoughts with the future; I have put attainments of science; or however well filled the 
fanely touched by many hands that would have >.11 - . ” f - a park of artillery in projecting a ball, as upon the niv judgment in the place of Providence, and the coffers of the opulent, man is still dependent not 
‘v— r.r k f th '. f ‘ mi,j rr : h “ ss “T *z £ i “ -V.«- ^ ^ ^w. 
nant still rests beneath the cherubim in God s children, l lain, simple iooa, ed go with our mental guns> charge them to the yin. man, for many of the enjoyments with which his 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
PLAIN TALKS TO AMERICAN WOMEN.-No. I. 
BT MRS. M. P. A. CROZIER. 
dared to overthrow it, this ark of the family cove- an d sweet cakes, as are the major ity of Amei Scan expansive power of the powder employ- J"' 7 JU ' TT • 1D 
nant still rests beneath the cherubim in God’s children. Plain, simple food, free and various weight and expanswe power oi ti e powaer employ happy child is c 
nant still rests oeneatn the cneruDim in uods ’ 1 ed. So with our mental guns, charge them to the VmdU Rnunestre 
moral tabernacle, glorified by the Shekinah that exercise, and abundant sunshine, du B e _„ ;tVi 
--, o-.i - . muzzle with grape and canister, if they be badly 
then first rested upon it —it still remains the period of childhood, are the secre b j aimedj tbe broa dside is worse than useless —we, 
foundation of every true home. alter me._ >>( _ receiving the force of the recoil, alone can speak of never more distinctly seen than in times when growing cither miserly of their gold or their attain- 
Divine in its ordination, sacred in its designs, „ , N , dg over . the power contained. The world has thousands of men are surrounded by difficulties and misfor- ments in wisdom, their minds become narrow, 
and perpetual in its obligations, what then should thc child Lrlauce9 not aimless men. We meet with them everywhere- tunes. There are some who, when disappointed sordid, and exceeding selfish, and hence reap the 
marriage be? What is that mysterious bond that in tlm nresent is the embodiment every current of life is bearing them away to b y the failure of an undertaking from which they reward of unhappiness. But when these objects 
shall so unite the interests and sympathies of two ' Tiretion* and hones As the bee oblivion, not a sail set, their barks rudderless, had expected great things, make up their minds at are pursued as a means to benefit others as well as 
parties that no power but Death can separate- T. *7°?* flo>Ycr so th e Young man, have an aim in life, and let that aim 0 nce to exert themselves no longer against what ourselves-when the hand is ever ready to relieve 
yes, which shall even bind still the inanimate heart S L , ^ 1 f every passing be high. Webster’s words had a concealed purpose they call fate, as if thereby they could avenge the distressed, or to raise a fallen brother, and thc 
in the cold grave to the throbbing one in the bosom “J"® ^ n P ^" * Mem J nothine -after years and after labors evolved it. This pur- themselves upon fate; others grow desponding heart to feel for them, scattering of our abundance 
of the living, and interlock its bright links with ' . ... tb • nettv annoyances pose, the child of his thought, was what gave vigor and hopeless; but a third class of men will rouse or of the smaller store—either of wealth or learn- 
the hope of immortality? Love, yes, love; not a C , P t L 0W a doom and directness to action-it breathed into his themselves just at such moments, and say to them- ing-to those who need the aid and support of 
passional affection that might decline with the ana grievances, wnicn ior , ». P m orts the reality of life, and clothed his bein-r with »Mv es . “ The more difficult it is to attain mv ends, their fellows, the income of peace that fills the 
after life. 
- 4 ^+.. life is cheered. When men are disposed to shut 
Character. — The differences of character are themselves up in a world of their own, as it were, 
Childhood.— Happy season ! No clouds over- i 
natural decay of beauty, but a deep, spiritual love, 
the outgushing of souls — of souls attracted to 
each other by real worth and a perception of con¬ 
geniality ; not a union based upon wealth of gold— 
over their little sports until dispelled by the sun- enorts tne reality oi ne, 
shine of an experienced guide. Children, like the mantle of immortality, 
flowers, thrive and flourish in a genial atmosphere. Saturday- Night. 
the more honorable it will be;” and this is a maxim heart affords us a happiness that is enduring. Oc- 
which every one should impress upon himself as cessions wherein we have thus parted with our 
“Ti Jen eold- A, tho heavy gale trill crueh the tiny bloeeoms, se Tire,nr la a good, tvholesome sound in that lord »law. Some of those who are guided by it, prose- accumulations and acqu.rcments prove, when .» 
will harsh words compel the sensitive nature to -Saturday. At its mention the strife and turmoil, cute theirpUnswithobstrnaey, and pen. h; o hers, .(teryear.wo take a retrospectof^ur lrves, »ght 
J&ZCklSSS? bu i np° D wealth 1 ftcsh out ^ of bu8y life sint btck who are mere practical men, if they have Med tn .pot. scattered here and there along 
U Uf/OU/ftOl Jj 1/1110 lo GUUU1 -JlJif). - - > * ’ <<1 , • n 
Were all marriages such marriages, the domestic bursts of childish enthusiasm; for it is from the amid shade and gloom, giving preference to quiet one way, will try in anotner. 
temple of earth would be a fair, beautiful structure, pure originality of the expression of a child that and repose. Its antipodes —Monday —is the CHA]S ^r 
towering toward Heaven in its majesty, its corner- we obtain the inner workings of the youthful mind, per iod for putting on the armor, the time for en- 
stones pillars of strength, its adornings the pictures which is easily moulded for good or evil, according tering thc conflict-Saturday we doff the panoply Tha secreit hat doflh mak< fl jfl . 
aud statuary of beautiful lives, and through whose to the ioflueuee. by which it is surrounded. of war, wipe the dust from our hearts and the star. ^^r” o“et ri.e ’ 
aisles might ever swell the triumphant echoing of Ah, little ones, seek not enjoyment alone, but 0 f battle from our being, ready to cry leace. No soil so sterile, and no living lot 
angel harpings! mingle “wisdom with mirth." Peace! Some one (we think it was that gorgeous gQ poor> butK hatb somewhat stUl to spar* 
Yes, the institution of marriage in its purity, ^- word-painter, B. F. Taylor,) has written “what in bounteous odors. Charitable they 
bears the impress of the hand that ordained it; and A Beautiful Thought.— When I gaze into the blessed things they are, and what would the world Who, be their having more or less, so have 
in so far as it is perverted by sensuality in so far stars, they look down upon me with pity from their do without them? Those breathing moments in That less is more than need, and more is lee* 
as its holiness is disregarded, and it becomes only serene spaces, like eyes glistening with tears, over the tramping march of life; those little twilights Than the great hea rt’s good-wilL-E Dobell. 
a sommercial tie to bind together mere material the little lot of man. Thousandsof generations, all in the broad and garish glare of noon, when pale 
interests, so far docs it lose its perfection of beauty, as noisy as our own, have been swallowed up by yesterdays look beautiful through the shadows, Ihe < amilt. —J paren a 
so far are blotted out the impressions of its divinity, time, and there remains no record of them any and faces, ‘changed’ long ago, smile sweetly again observed, Horn the tamily cn 
interests, so far docs it lose its perfection of beauty, 
„°,; d B tl “ t icl , i, b „ r j dencd titTthl con.” Pleiades, are still shining in their courses, clear at home,’ and the old-fashioned fire, and the old through all the departments of society nnprove wh.eh ai must sooner or la or obey, shall be heard, 
qnences. Complete domestic happiness h Jbec me and yenng as when the shepherd first noted them arm-chair, and the little brother that died, and the .he peace, order and ^ w f U wdl wi. 
almostamyth. Poetsmaydreamofit, philosophers frontthe plain of Shinar. What shadows we are, little sister that was-translated.' Saturday N.ght. munrt.e, and natrons, aud powerfully tend to the Urnt»l w.l b e -el 1 w,l . B ■„ that bourn, frirn. 
reason upon it, but the reality, if existing, would and what shadows we pursue !-Thomas Carlyle. makc people human; set their hearts to beating regeneration of the world .-Jhek. whence no^rareler retu 
seem to be confined to some few isolated eases, -—-*>ftly, as they used to do before the world turned ~ Mcildon ’ Y ~’^ , T| 
where mammon and selfishness have no devotees. One always receiving, never giving, is like the them mto war drums, and jarred them to pieces keC ping so. God reaches us good things by our hands. 
Divorces for trifling causes have become common stagnant pool, in which whatever remains corrupts, with tattoos. ) 1 
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one way, will try in another. life. Thus will the truth which our Saviour de- 
-v*-.- clared be fulfilled in our experience, that “it is 
charity. more blessed to give than to receive,” and then wo 
Tub secret that doth make a flower a flower, feel and realize that these acquirements may be- 
So frames it tbat to bloom is to be sweet; come a means of aiding us in arriving at the great 
And to receive to give. end and a j m of the desires of man. Then, too, 
No soil so sterile, and no living lot w jp the mind behold the necessity for laying asido 
Bo poor, but it hath Somewhat still to spar* and striving to overcome the selfish promptings of 
In bounteous odors. Charitable they thfi beartj and as it becomes willing to live so as to 
Who, be their having more ot loss, so hav* . ’ -x . 
° , . . imnart srood to others as well as to receive it tor 
That less is more than need, and more is les* impiiguuu 
Than thc great heart’s good-wili ^[Dobell itself, it will, in proportion, be qualified to realize 
_- whence those blessings come, and thus be enabled 
The Family. — If parental duties were worthily to progress by attention to these better prompt- 
observed, from the family circle the emanations of ings,—to be gradually prepared not only to enjoy 
your bucket is full prevents its keeping so. 
God reaches us good things by our hands. 
