-a, 
Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
A PICTURE. 
BY ELLEN C. LAKE. 
Ef.d wreaths of the rarest roses 
Climb upward around the door, 
And a flower-plat breaks and closes 
Stretched sunnily out before. 
The gleam of a winding river 
Flashes through willows green, 
And “ arrows of sunset” quiver 
Where forests skyward lean. 
Dropped first on the far-off mountain, 
Gathers a misty veil; 
The spray of a wildwood fountain 
Plashes o’er lilies pale; 
Plashes with a dreamy murmur, 
A music felt, not seen, 
And low niglxt-sounds of the summer 
Break softly in between. 
Distant and silent forever,] 
Out of our mortal ken 
Lies the Land beyond the River 
Where Death’s the passport in; 
But over these dark-earth mountains, 
Softly as prayerful psalm, 
From the waves of that Land’s fountains 
Droppeth this beauty’s balm. 
Charlotte Centre, N. Y., 1S5S. 
• Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
LETTERS FROM OUR FARM.—No. V. 
“ Bright things can never die, 
E’en though they fade.” 
that shone in the east to herald his birth. Ah! 
what comfort to sad hearts, aching in their human 
sorrows 'was laid in that lowly manger, away 
under the skies of Judea. What a radiance has 
flowed from it into the darkness wherein we vainly 
groped after God. The stern Prostestants, in 
throwing off Popery, set aside as relics of super¬ 
stition the feast days of the church, and although 
in our time we dissent from the vandalism which 
prompted them to mar the beauty of the grand old 
cathedrals, yet we have hardly reverence enough 
for the days of solemn observance, set apart from 
others by the devout old fathers of the church. I 
could wish to see the holly and pine twined about 
every home; to hear, as in Germany, the ballad- 
singers, with their songs of the nativity, going 
about the streets, and the full-voiced choirs, making 
the churches resound with the anthems first sung 
by angels to the wondering shephers on Judea’s 
plains; and that from lip to lip should pass the 
greeting of old, “unto us the Christ is born.” 
The New Year is a more solemn day on many 
accounts, and yet it has in it far less of deep reli¬ 
gious meaning. Every day of our lives is to us a 
new day as much as this, and should be as seriously 
entered upon, but it is well that there should be 
times when the burden of life should be laid down, 
and the soul look backward over the way it has 
come, and forward over what lies before. 
As I write the snow is again falling, great, 
feathery flakes, that cling like stars to everything. 
Talk of the delicate Ariel ! was ever so dainty a 
[ sprite as the spirit of the snow-flake ? Robed in 
garments that vanish at a touch, yet float unsullied 
through leagues of blue air; born, perchance, from 
a dew-drop in a rose’s bosom, wafted about with a 
fleecy cloud, sent down in the rain, caught up again 
by the sunbeam, tossed hither and thither, till the 
winter prisoned it, gave it a pearly robe, and sent 
it sailing down again to wear a queenly mantle for 
the brown earth. Thicker and faster come the 
flakes, and the meadows are already whitening. If 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
’TIS DARKEST ERE DAWN. 
Let the past be past forever, 
All its woes forgotten now! 
Treasure pleasant scenes, but never 
Let bye-gone sorrows cloud the brow! 
Former sorrows were but warnings 
To lead us in the upright way— 
The darkest hour comes ere the dawning 
Of the brightest summer day! 
Lift the heart and press right onward! 
Nor brood o’er past or coming woe— 
With eye upraised, not brow bent downwa- 
On in duty’s footstep go! 
Foes may gather round thy pathway. 
Friends may coldly turn away, 
But One there is who’ll ne’er desert us 
At the dawn of sorrow’s day! 
One who gave us hands to labor, 
:J® Hearts to love and minds to think— J 
Envy not, then, friend or neighbor, 
But from the Empyrean fountain drink ! 
Drink fresh hopes, and strength, and beauty— 
Strength to bear life’s darkest hour, 
That we, when ended is life’s duty, 
May rest from labor evermore 1 
Princeton, Ind., 1859. Eloise. 
stand, and her eyes began to grow moister and 
moister, and says she, “John, I have heard some 
things to-day that makes me feel very bad.” 
“No friends dead, I hope.” 
“No, John, no friends dead; but Mrs. Street- 
tarn has been here to-day, and says you’re going to 
be nominated for the Assembly.” I told her there 
must be some mistake, for you had never said any¬ 
thing to me about it.” Didn’t I begin to feel mean ? 
“Well,” says I, “there has been some such talk 
down at the Corners!—but I thought not to say 
anything about it till after the caucus.” 
“Ah, John ! it’s a bad sign when a man engages 
in anything that he’s afraid to have his wife know. 
If I am not to share your confidence as I have 
always shared it, then I shall be unhappy indeed.” 
“Bnt I did mean to tell you all about it if I got 
nominated.” 
“And then it would have been too late, for I 
should have felt bad to see you defeated,—the 
thought of it would bring me misery.” 
“Why, don’tyou see, if I get elected you’ll be the 
Hon. Mrs. Plowhandle, and we can go to the 
Legislature together, and you can see all the great 
folks, and we shall get invited to dinners and sup¬ 
pers, and all sort of places.” 
“I’ve no ambition, my good John, to shine as 
anything beyond the deserving wife of an honest, 
independent man. We’re getting old, John, and 
we have our pleasant home.” 
“Yes, but then there’s the bridge over the Toe- 
muddy.” 
“It will be a bridge of sighs to me, and groans 
to you, I fear. No, no, my kind, good John, don’t 
let your patriotism deceive vou. It’s more ambi- 
u,// ¥¥k. a n. 
At ritten for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
THE EARLY DEAD. 
TO MY FRIEND A******. 
When youth is budding and life's hopes are fair. 
How cruel seems the sudden hand of death 
To crop these flowers, and fill with desert air 
Tiie garden which before had sweetest breath. 
Life’s wave, white-capped and sparkling in the sun, 
Rolls gaily on towards the shore of time; 
Too late, alas! those rugged rocks to shun, 
And dies while vet in childhood’s golden prime. 
The morning which so sadly greets the sun, 
Who dries the tears night’s watchful stars have shed. 
Oft meets with clouds ere half its race is run, 
And night shall find it with the Storm King’s dead. 
But mourn not for the loved who pass away 
While life is pleasant and its flowers in bloom, 
God’s home awaits the spirit, though the clay 
Returns to dust within the dismal tomb. 
Dedham, Mass., 1858. E, -\y_ 
Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
SABBATH MTJSINGS. 
“God will bring every work into judgment —with 
tion than anything else, that is taking you away c ' 4er X secret thing, whether it be good or bad.” 
PLOWHANDLE PAPERS. 
MR. PLOWnANDLK’S BRUSH HEAP OF HONORS ENDS IN SMOKE. 
from yourself and from your happy home. Can 
you ever be more happy than now?” 
“Not this side of Paradise.” 
“ Then why not stay?” 
W hen wo read such Scripture, how apt arc we 
to think that “good” deeds, such as will be accepted 
at the last, if they are not those that men call good, 
are indeed such as seem to us to square with the 
Karttail Cottage, Dec., 1S5S. 
Col. Moore:—Y our kind remarks to my last 
the wind rises at sunset, and piles it into long letter were very well, and I feel all the same thank- 
drifts and mounds, and howls down the chimney, ful to you for them as though they had done me 
I was getting soft fast. “ But,” says I, “ how Divine Law. But how sadly are we mistaken 
can I get out of the scrape? I promised to stand it, n gbt here. Judged by the perfect standard of that 
anyhow.” law, “ there is none righteous, no not one.” There 
“Why,” says she, “just as easy; go to Smith * s no “goodness” nor “righteousness” in the 
Blessings on the poet that penned those lines, and sweeps the hemlock branches past the window any good. The fact is, my fat was all in the fire to ta , k ° y ° 1 "' plaC \ . He * afte / u tl f saw^he* woHrl ^ ^ a'T° R hr ° Ug . M 
and their fellows of the sweet poem that found a wit b a moan, then all night long I shall lie awake afore you sent them, and nothing left of my grand • , ,, T ■ , , . ■ „„ A , , , , „ , . , 
place in my memory many and many a month ago. and listen, and think of ships drifting out on brush heap of honors but the brands and ashes of °+ iCgls a ure she wl11 hav ® hlm ri S ht f o\\n a per ec righteousness 
For hours I have sat here alone with my thoughts, stormy seas, and yawning roofs through which disappointment. I’ve had my troubles—I’ve lost • " ’ & S , 1C ’ P ” mg °° ber glasses, look- , fi „ 11014 0 C C 0 10 ln ieu °* 
listening to the ceaseless dropping of the water the air creeps searchingly, and musing thus I shall my cattle, had my horses die and my sheep, and wfnt t'/l^ ’ tv!' i P ^ "T k ’ don t d therefore" mill “ act f ° f 0u r® 13 
from the low brow,, eim» where the swallows pr.v i„ m, own happiness, •• <*» pltj the poor, the bops steal mj nice melons, bnt I iercr yet, in ™“V < ’° *”- T '» "*•“ Jon nnhappp, Jons, tlerefore. onlj as ,t ,s done m the fa.th of the 
nested in Sommer, and looking out a, the dull God comfort the wrelched." all these tronbles, had anything take me dew, as ***»" f “ *"*•* Y‘° *» s **“ flsd ; do “ “ Triew o , ’ “ w ’“*" 
landscapc, through heavy banks of fog, that trail -something that happened ,f J1 wrote von that »» •"* “Vf?" kccni.m 1 ela, ”* * 
alone the tons nf tbe Mil. erstt,„ AMERICAN WOMEN W.W „1W. Kn.'xJ Lt tv.- __u' a,.. hearted t0 have a WOman ride ™ SO, but I couldn’t kaepm S the law- 
widow Muslin,— she won’t have him; but if he’s saw tlie world lying in wickedness— not in good- 
AMEHICAN WOMEN. £?d" P for a membcr f th ? help it. I gave right up. I don t believe you could Innosiuglefeaturedomeo-thebestofmen- 
An exchange paper says it is a matter of common considered myself the Lni e °aTLmla~nd J had you' wo^ldY^ *7 ^ ^ ^ ^ anThfhearT’ a^dalUhe’s^l 1 ‘° Io ™. G J 0D with 
_ 1 * u_._i „i_• j 11 , , J you Mould have made me President. Sava T ncait, and all the soul, &c. % and to love our 
a woman to make such nutcakes, till I am carried im P 0SS >ble for fallen nature to do a single moment, 
out by the neighbors. But, ” says I, “ mother, sa ^ nothing of a long life. But the law, never- 
you don’t know what a flock of chickens you Hieless, thunders its condemnation, “cursed is 
along the tops of the hills, and settle heavily into AMERICAN WOMEN. letter about being put up for a member of the , T r • \T x ! f ! T u 
the valley, I have tried to bring back the picture - Legislature to get . Ldge over the Toemuddy. I S“„, me"L?v f^' »*»?>?"*?•««» 
of the green meadow with its fringe of willows, Art exchange paper says it is a matter of common considered myself the same as nominated, and had f M f n !’, Ca Y l , ’ < j lder ! f all the heart’and al] the snnl t ° Y. ,ol>Wlth 
the gleaming river, and the lilies ail .blow on iu observation, that English women belonging to the got the speech all by heart, that I was going IZlfL Ter Teat 7 b n nciihbor fiursol^-2S 
bosom, that I saw through the screen of morning, higher classes unite with their mental accomplish- make when the people called me out to accept it. „ woman to make such nutcakcTtill I™, cl”,ic'd impossible for fallen nature to do a single” momcnf 
glories a few weeks ago Though all the meadow merts&r greater robustness and strength of phy- had made ,t more nor six times to the oxen when out by tUe neighbors . , r“mohe7 *o say nothing of a long life, lint the law, neiV 
and upland is brown and seer, and not aleaflliit- s,cal constitution than arc usually found in the I was plowing. I'd drive them to the end of the y on k ,„ what a flock of ch eke"° yon thunders it, condcninalion, o cu ’ rsed „ 
tors on the bough, yet as plainly as I saw it then <* «». country, and all are ready to admit and, and then g.t upon the fence before them, and destrovc d fa breaking this egg of my hope, £ «. that continuetl, not in all things that arc 
do I now see that vision of the freshness and glory that the human form, in classic antiquity, far ex- then I d say to old Broad, says I, you’re Jones, and amb ition ” 3 1 written in the book of the law to do them » This 
of summer I have but to shut my eyes and the ceeded, in perfection of symmetry and vigor, the to old Brindle, your’re Smith, and the stubble and « Better,” says she, « break the egg than to have makcs a bad case for us. God saw it so,' and be- 
swaying of the green branches, the shimmering of ordinary development of the present day. Look thistle stalks behind us are the people, though it hatch hawks.” cause of the “great love wherewith he loved us ” 
the water, and the whiteness of the lilies are all a* the women of our higher circles, with their thin they’re no great consequence, except to plow in. ’ sent his son to satisfy the law —to pay the )C nalt 
before me. Nay, I can feel the tremulous touch of and willowy forms, their pale and sallow faces, I tell you I made some tdAsno/jches, and I ealeu- T FIXALK ;_ which -it domnndod to redeem the tvhoh^race 
the west wind, as it came stealing over leagues of their inability to ondw« the slightest exposure or inted when 'if! 'fvered t.o give Jo. + , ° , ''° ‘ 01 an f J 0,u HM1TU how from under its curse. And this exeat work 
billowy prairie, bearing the delicate breath of a fatigue. Observe, in all classes, how early the Stubbs, the man who prifluMhe Spread Eagle, a „ * . . a ™ USt take 1117 place ' consummated on the cross. It was there “J E .s;;’ 
thousand blossoms with it, and the music born of cheek loses its youthful freshness; how common dollar to put the speech in that paper, with some '' ’ ‘ " 0 1 ' . . bled.” He was a “ransome for manv ” “Tf> •' ! 
all low, murmurous sounds. Thank God, that are complaints of “ delicate health ;” how universal busting remarks about me and the Rural. Smith U J ou mus , o u g esides wife says the ma( j e a propitiation for our sins anrl nntf, , t ' VJS 
abition.” written in the book of the law to do them.” This 
“Better,” says she, “break the egg than to have makcs a bad case for 11 s. God saw it so, and bo- 
hatch hawks.” cause of the “ great love wherewith he loved us,” 
nxALE. sent his Son t0 satisf J the law — to pay the penalty 
TLo next dny I went o . or and tola SMITH Now ^bic.i it. demandod t-> redeem the wtlOlq* race 
matters stood, and that he must take my place. fl ’° m Undcl ’ ltS CU1 ’ Se ‘ And this S rcat ' vork vva s 
Says he, “I can’t think of it.” consummated on the cross. It was there “Jesus 
“But you must, though, besides wife says the bled ' was a “ransome for many.” “He was 
dow will give right in the moment von’re norni- made a P ro P lt; iation for our sms, and not for ours 
when the beauty of this outward world fades upon the appearance of fragility. If mothers, instead says a man can git the biggist kind of a character " dI S‘ ve 1 '“'d in the moment, you re nomi- onl ^ but f or t]ie g j ng 0 f the ’ whole °world°’’— 
the vision, its Hlowina 1, imnress rernnint; “imuino- nf mirmi'llimr t.lipir inflint, cffmriniv fn lira nc if he Only slops the editors nrettv well. TTmrcvnr * a., a tt„ . _ 11 . . 
the vision, its glowing impress remains “among of compelling their infant offspring to live as prison- if he only slops the editors pretty well. However, 
the beautiful pictures that hang on memory’s wall.” ers, would allow them to have fresh air and plenty it>s a11 U P hoddy with me now. 
Winter is upon us. Not with a heavy tread like of exercise, there would grow up a generation of “sweetnin’.” 
a mailed man, hurling storm and tempest about women, mentally as well as physically superior to a day or two after I sent vou that letter one 
“Does she say that?” 
“Yes, and women know about such things. 
And He now calls upon us to look to Him — to 
believe that he has indeed “ borne in his own body 
“But if I’m elected, Jonx, you must go and help tbe sbis °^ tbe whole world”—that He has “satis- 
. 1-11 . ... .. hfi.fi. t.ho lfian •” Dm 1 ovv -X.. J _ . f. , 
him; but noiselessly creeping over the earth, and the cadaverous, angular 
l as physically superior to a day or two after I sent you that letter, one lobby the bridge bill,—can’t get along without you.” ^ ed the law •” and so believing, to 
-shaped walking skeletons evening when I had finished reading the papers, “ Well, I’ll see about that.” ° and our salvation in Him. There i 
find our safety 
stealing like an icy breath into her very heart, till which now frighten the foreign stranger, and are and folded up my spectacles, and turned round to After all Col I do between von and T feel the wide world 80 steeped in crime and pollution, 
the blood stands still in her myriad veins, and you hasten,ng rapidly to early graves. Upon this sub- toast my feet at the stove, a little before going to rathcr bad io think Ut ilerTw! 1’ f who ma ^ llot this day for himself say, “ He has 
cannot hear a life-throb. The sun went down one jeet the New \ ork Express makes some wise sug. bed, mother (who had been darning stockings all ^ass Still I’m glad to give un to mother 6 I borne the curse of the law ” for me. The reception 
mghtman ashen sky, and at dawn the snow lay, gestions: the time on the other side of the stand,) says, know she’s hannv and itmikoVn^nl t of this truth into his heart is his conversion. Her 
trackless, over everything. The peach tree, by the “ We would advocate, or rather insist upon, the looking up from her work, “ You had a pretty hard Low it-but then’ to have had onTof tour?or^ he ■ fi,lds his Saviob ! In this be learns of God’s 
garden gate was a new created wonder, with every attachment of a gymnasium to every school; and time to-day getting out the logs from the swamp, pon dents so soon after he had come out in your love to him ’ a sit nier,-for this, lie comes to love 
limb piled high with a downy weight; all its if one were in every house, it would prove an didn’t you, John?” P nn tt^ r S111 “ and serve Him. This it is that brings him back to 
is not a man in 
night in an ashen sky, and at dawn the snow lay, gestions: 
roughness covered, and all its stiff boughs strung actual saving of more than its cost, in physician’s 
with snow flowers, as beautiful as those that clus- bills, medicines, and nurse’s wages. A frolic every 
tered there last June. The clouds of brown snow- day with the ‘reclining board’ or the ‘parallel bars,’ 
birds dashed into the branches and out again, half would put to flight many juvenile ailments, banish 
frightened at the showers they shook from them, the physic bottles from the shelf, and shed a glow 
“ Well,” says I, “it was a plaguy hard job.” 
“Feel tired, don’t you ?” 
“ Ilain’t been so tired in a year.” 
“ Maybe you’d like a bite before going to bed ?’ 
paper get to be an Hon., I feel sorry on your 
account. I don’t suppose I shall write any more, 
now I have gone back to my native significance— 
for your readers wont take the interest in a man 
that’s down as they did in a rising one. Although 
and serve Him. This it is that brings him back to 
allegiance to God. This it is that gets him out of 
bondage to the law and legal duties, and ushers 
him into that glorious liberty, wherewith Curist 
The pines and the cedars were stooping to the of cheerfulness throughout the household. The there was any cat under the meal, for it’s noun- nfan ^ClofiT^nt ° a '<!! ^ and bollder 
ground with the burden that had fallen on them, benefits that would result to the community and to common thing for her to do just so when I’ve had sadder 7 >ion ve t Pol e ^ n a wiset a 
until, as the sun rose higher, they freed them- future generations from such a system are abso- a hard day’s work. 
( kla }’ be y° u d like a bite before going to bed ?” that’s down as they did in a rising one. Although makes his peoplc free - 
“ It wouldn’t be bad,” says I, not thinking that hj those things I am made a “ wider and solider 0ur “ deeds in life” are “ good ” only as they 
ere was any cat under the meal, for it’s no un- man> ” ( ( / oes not Hr. P. mean a “wiser though a arc done in this faith of the work and righteous- 
mmon thing for her to do just so when I’ve had sadder man?”) yet, Col., I am ever yours, to com- ness of Curist —faith in the completeness and 
selves, limb by limb, sliding little avalanches of lutely incalculable. The evils of a hot-bed educa- Pretty soon she came back with a big plate 
snow from off their dark green foliages. tion, where culture of the mind is attempted, with heaped up full of nutcakes, and set them down on 
The children were in ecstasies of delight, and neglect of physical development, are not so uni- tke stand beside me. Now, Col., nutcakes are my 
John Plowhandle. 
little Kate, whose blue eyes first opened with the versally recognized as they should be. The old heart’s delight; I like’em common, very well, hut con d n g on oP twilight: 
Longfellow thus happily describes the gradual 
violets last May, clapped her dimpled hands, and adage —'‘mens sana in corpore sano ’—shows the a great, fat, sweetened nutcake, that’s been fried a 
drew up her rosy mouth, with many an exclama- ancient estimate of the parallel culture of body little crisp on the outside, and only just got almost 
tion of baby wonder. “It is the first snow-fall and brain. The dependence of the integrity of the cold, it’s nice pudding, and custard pie, and mince 
you have ever seen, little one,” said I, musingly, brain on the health of the body.— the need that Pi e aP P ut into one. Golly! I wouldn’t swap 
as the tiny fingers locked themselves over mine, organ has of rest as well as exertion, ought ever pl aces with Queen Victoria if I couldn’t have 
and the clear, trustful eyes searched my face for a to be borne in mind. Nature should be allowed sweetened nutcakes once in a while. “ Perhaps,” 
solution of the mystery, and I looked half pityingly her bent in harmonizing the employment of the sa 3 ’ s she, “you’d like some of that new cider you 
down into the bright, upturned face, as I thought intellect with physical activity, by alternate exer- fised th e other day.” 
how often, in her after life, our pet would see cise. And no school deserves patronage where Says I, “ that will be the last step into Eden.” 
heavier snows, burying, perhaps, all the joy and this subject has not due consideration.” It was some cider I’d docktered so as it wouldn’t 
sunshine of her world. And yet the snow is not -*■♦-*- grow any more sour. Anybody may have nice 
a fitting emblem of our sorrows aud bereavements, In-door Exercises. —Females who are much con- cider all the year if they will only take a little pains, 
but rather of the comfort and consolation that fined within-doors, often suffer ill-health for the So she brought in the mug of cider and set it 
comes afterward; for when the flowers are all dead, want of exercise. Nature demands it, and health down on the stove-hearth to warm, and put the 
and the earth desolate and blighted, it falls ten- cannot exist without it. The skipping-rope, the glass on the stand, and sot down to her work again, 
derly in its spotless purity, and hides every stain dumb-bells, battledore and shuttle-cock, &c., are and she looked so pleased and happy, that I want- 
and seam. all a i ds to the required end. Frequently, however, ed to hug and kiss her, almost as bad as when I 
If winter be welcomed as a season of jollity and these exercises are regarded as childish; it is used to go sparking, 
merry-making in city and town, it is one of deep overlooked that from women, as well as from girls, I ate a nutcake, and then I poured out some 
Slowly, slowly, up the wall, 
Steals the sunshine, steals the shade, 
Evening damps begin to fall, 
Evening shadows are displayed, 
Round me, o’er me, everywhere. 
The sky is grand with clouds, 
And athwart the evening air 
Wheel the swallows home in crowds, 
Shafts of sunshine from the West 
Paint the dusty windows red. 
Darker shadows, deeper rest, 
Underneath and overhead, 
Darker, darker and more wan 
In my breast the shadows fall; 
Upward steals the life of man, 
As the sunshine from the wall. 
From the wall into the sky, 
From the roof along the spire; 
Ah ! the souls of those who die 
Arc but sunbeams lifted higher. 
absolutely independent character of the marvellous 
redemption which Himself gloriously sought out, 
and faith in the all-sulEciency of the mantle of His 
perfect righteousness for the vilest of men through 
believing. * 
Empire State, Jan., 1859. 
Bearing Crosses. —The Crusaders of old, we are 
told, used to bear a painted cross upon their shoul¬ 
ders ; it is to be feared that many among us take 
up crosses which sit just so lightly; things of orna¬ 
ment, passports to respectability, a cheap exchange 
for a struggle we never made, and a crown we never 
strove for. But let us not deceive ourselves. None 
ever yet entered into the Kingdom of Heaven with¬ 
out tribulation; not, perhaps, the tribulation of 
fire, or cross, or rebuke, or blasphemy; but the 
tribulation of a bowed spirit and of a humble 
heart; of the flesh crucified to the spirit, and of 
hard conflicts with the power of darkness; and, 
therefore, if our religion be of such a pliable and 
elastic form, as to have cost us neither pains to ac¬ 
quire, nor self-denial to preserve, nor effort to 
advance, nor struggle to maintain holy and undc- 
died, we may be assured our place among the 
Illall IS , n , 1 0 
mmy-maKing in city ana town, it is one of deep overlooked that irom women, as well as from girls, I ate a nutcake, and then I poured out some ant ance, nor struggle to maintain holy and unde¬ 
happiness and enjoyment in the country. All the nature demands the fulfilment of the same laws, cider and drank it.’ Golly morry ! Col., you don’t Every Man’s Autobiography. —Every man is filcd ’ wc 111 ay be assured our place among the 
rest of the year Our Farm is a scene of busy, bust- and there is no time when systematic exercise is know what real sugared-off-happiness is, till you actually engaged, day by day, iu writing that ranksoftbe risen dead will be with that prodigious 
ling labor; cheerful, indeed, but often wearisome, more needful to the healthy development of the eat some of my wife’s sweetened nutcakes and autobiography which neither time nor eternity multitude who were pure in their own eyes, and 
But when the winter fairly sets in, all the house- future woman, than between the ages of fifteen drink some of my cider. And then I eat some more will efface. It may be written in high places or in y et w ere not washed from their filthiness.— Rev. 
hold settles into a quiet that is more than rest, and twenty-one. Ladies who are not above super- nutcakes and drank some more cider. low, in public remembrance or in the honest heart Dr ‘ M ° 0re - 
There is ample time then for thought, and for at- intending their own household affairs-who look Says I, “ FLORA”-that’s her girl name, and I of domestic affection; hut we are writing fast, we 
tention to those chanties that make life beautiful, upon the rubbing of a mahogany table and the always call her by it when I feel uncommonly ten- are writing sure, we are writing for ' eternity. Earlt KEr ' IGI0US Imukessions.— It is said that 
There are the long evenings by the fireside, when sweeping of a carpet, as necessary but pleasant der-says I, “Flora, you never made such good Happy is he who, through the grace of God assist- of the missionaries who have gone from Great 
the circle is complete, and each one brings some helps to the persevation of sound health —are less ca kes before in your life.” i»g him, records such lessons of kindness, truth, Bntain to the heathen, nineteen-twentieths receiv- 
treasure to enrich the common store of wisdom or in need of artificial aids to exercise, than those « Well, John,” says she “ I’m glad you like and wisdom, that when he is gone he will be held ed thcir first reli S'ous impressions in the nursery 
! appiness. And there is the ever festal day, the whose most energetic labors are confined to the them.” ’ 6 J in grateful remembrance; happier still to have or . the Sun d a y School. And of the Evangelical 
crown and glory of the year, the day of all days, performance of a set of quadrilles upon the piano, « Like them » g j « , „ T „ T ,, one’s name written in the Lamb’s Book of Life Ministers of England, who are under forty years of 
the blessed YAxAAmer. nr. ox, li™ ’ J > ,r, i, i u b u > mnrfi thn.n t.wn-fhirrla Kpnnnifl ninno 
Hi blessed Christmas . or an occasional promenade in the walks of fash 
From the white-haired pilgrim, bowed down by ionable life.— S‘elected. 
W* weight of weary years, to the lisping child with-- 
the dew of the morning yet fresh upon its heart, goodness. 
|i every one keeps a kindly memory of the day on Never despair of goodness. Men arc bad, 
iif Which heaven and earth, the human and the divine But haTe been worsc ' The badness sha11 die out 5 
xvere first closely linked toother The heir of The S° odness - like the thistle d °wn, shall float, 
f/y Gotta o e L bear alike, at the mother’s knee, the won- To faU 0 n fruitful soil, and on its boughs 
rous s ory of the Babe of Bethlehem, and the star Bear seed enough to stock the universe.— \3fackay. 
Ministers of England, who are under forty years of 
twenty miles in a snow storm to see the’man that and wheu evei 7 memorial and monument of his ag . e ’ n , 10I ’ C i!‘ an , twc, -thirds became pious m those 
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had got so good a wife and so pleasant a home as I eart blj history has perished, he may ascend with ‘ " _ t % % __ 
have.” She kinder sighed and looked up, and says the Son of God to honor, glory, and immortality. Wonsibility.-I confess (said a faithful sor- 
she, “our home has always been a happy one to - - vant of God) that I seldom hear the bell toll for one 
me when you are in it, John.” I was just going Rising Higher.— Infinite toil would not enable you that is dead, but conscience asks me, “What hast 
to say I hoped always to be here, when it popped to sweep away a mist; but by ascending a little you thou done for the saving of that soul before it left 
into my mind what I had been doing. You see the may often look over it altogether. So it is with the body? There i* one more gone into eternity; 
nutcakes and the cider had put everything out of our moral improvement; we wrestle fiercely with what didst thou do to prepare him for it ? and what 
my mind, but my wife and our happy home. She a vicious habit, which would have no hold upon us testimony must he give to the Judge concerning 
took off her glasses and laid them down on the if we ascended into a higher moral atmosphere. thee ?”— Baxter. 
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