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Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
WINNIE ASLEEP. 
When the rosy twilight 
In the West grows pale, 
Gentle stars are looking 
Through the azure reil; 
They, like angel watchers, 
Holy vigils keep 
Whero lies lovely Win-nib 
’Mid the flowers asleep. 
Thero the sad mourning dove 
Folds its trembling wing, 
And a plaintive melody 
Sweetly it doth sing 
’Neath the drooping willows 
In the shadows deep, 
Resting over Winnie 
’Mid the flowers asleep. 
Her tiny white hands clasped 
On her still bosom now, 
A wealth of golden ringlets 
Encircling her brow— 
Oh, she’s very lovely! 
Wo may not choose but weep 
When we think of Winnie 
’Mid the flowers asleep. 
Sandstone, Mich., 1809. Adniel. 
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Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
THE TWO HOMES. 
mischief, I presume, else she would not be so quiet; 
I must find her.” Alter looking in various places, 
she softly opens the parlor door, and there sits her 
“ lit 1 * 0 one,” with pussy by her side, and in her 
hand a beautiful steel engraving which she had 
^ torn from one of the books that adorned the centre 
/ table. We watch with interest to note the effect, 
upon the mother. Shall we see her face flush with 
- anger? Will she pass along with hasty steps— 
seize the engraving —box the ears of the child, 
(unconscious of wrong, though she be,) saying she 
never did see such a “young one,” always doing 
something she ought not to ? 
Very many mothers would have pursued such a 
course. But not so with Mrs. C-. She stops 
at the door to listen while Allie talks on, all un¬ 
conscious of the presence of another. “Kitty, 
aint you glad that we came in the parlor this morn¬ 
ing, cause Allie’s found such a nice picture for 
you to look at? Now, if you will keep still, I’ll 
tell you all ’bout it. There’s a little girl just like 
me, only she aint quite so big, and her name is 
Allie, too. So there’s two Allie’s here? You 
don’t known kitty, what that little girl’s holding, 
but I do, cause papa told me; its a rabbit; but I’d 
rather have a kitty than a rabbit, shouldn’t you, 
kitty?” 
V by, Allie, ’ said her mother, advancing and 
speaking in a kindly tone, “ didn’t you know it was 
very naughty to tear papa’s book ? How sorry he 
will feel to hear what his little girl has been doing.” 
“Allie wont do so no more—not a bit,” replied 
the child with a quivering lip. “ Well, we will go 
out and see if we cannot find something better for 
Allie to do, than tear papa’s book. Can you bring 
I some wood for mama? ” c “Yes,” is the quick reply, 
and away she bounds, her eyes sparkling at the 
thought of really doing something to help mama. 
IIow it cheers the heart to enter a household 
A. STOIiY for MOTHERS where love, reigns, and kind words only are spoken. 
__ ‘ * Children living under such influences will grow up 
“Mother,” said a girl often summers “ I have g °° d and n ° bIe ’ f ° r the hcart wUJl ex P and and its 
ne all the work you gave me—now may Willie ^7 quaHtics develop under the genial influence 
d I go to Mr. Guay’s ? ” ^tnd actions, and hind words. Mother, the echoes 
“ I do wish you would keep out of thp mv of J°ur voice may linger long years in the hearts 
done all the work you gave me—now 
and I go to Mr. Guay’s? ” 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
MUSIC OF EARTH. 
T here’s music in the pealing tones 
Of the thunder from on high, 
Y hen “ The Loud of Hosts” on its message sends 
His lightning through the sky; 
In tlie balmy breath of the ev’ning wind 
As it breathes o’er the weary glade; 
Then sighs thro’ the leafless groves its notes 
In a murmuring serenado. 
There’s music in the dancing brook 
As it winds ’mong the clustering hills_ 
Now playing its notes on a bending reed, 
Now gliding soft and still. 
In the fluttering voice of the leaves that float 
O’er our path through the forest lone, 
As they tell wild tales of a race long past 
From tho deer’s and the Indian’s home. 
There’s music in the vesper song 
Of the birds in their native grove, 
When they pour their tuneful incense forth 
To their guardian Father’s love; 
Each note of joy from their sylvan chant 
Wakes an echoing strain within, 
For we know that a song of praise goes up 
From tongues that are free from sin. 
There’s music in the night’s soft sounds 
That floating zephyrs bring 
From a far-off heavenly land of joy 
Where white^robed angels sing; 
And we almost hear the rustling flight 
Of the minstrel’s shining wing 
As they hover round in the silent night 
A guardian host from their King. 
And thus the earthly wand’rer finds 
Sweet sounds attend his way, 
While o’er the harp of a thousand strings 
Some heavenly breathings stray 
To guide him to the unknown shore 
Where golden harps attuned 
By loved and lost ones gone before, 
Seek to lure him home. 
Seneca, N. Y., 1859. A . 
your questions till the meeting closes.” Next is 
the Sabbath School, where our loving teacher met % C\ A O p* a «b»s» fe 
us each Sabbath, and taught our infant lips to :'"y <V\/TlSfiM'!(??. 
lisp the words of the Decalogue. There, in later 
years, we “stood up before men” and took upon 
ourself the vows of discipleship ; and there a be- 
ioved brother was inducted into the office of the 
ministry. One bright morning, when earth was 
laughing out in melody and beauty, we went up __ 
thither to the marriage of a darling sister; our - ;— ~= 
hearts were sad then, but they were sadder still Written for Moore’s Rural New-York 
when, soon after, we wound in solemn procession rLL PRAY FOR THEE, 
through the long aisles, and took the mourners’ by Caroline a 
seat in front. Death had entered our household -— 
and taken thence its life, its center, its sun - our °’ ART thon sad > whiIe Fancy, backward turning, 
lather! Orphaned and desolate we wander now Af Rf f slnts the hours which nevermore may bo; 
but in whatever land, under whatever sun sur- ?'?! ^m^ed now with fruitless yearning 
rounded by whatever circumstances, our thoughts ltertears? °> thon I’ll pray for thee ? 
will often revert to that old temple under the hill, And art thou wea U ° r ‘he ceaseless clangor— 
where we worshiped in our youth. The strife of millions struggling to be free_ 
Gentle reader, let me pray you never to look with T WiTh fmh'^n ^ aU<1 Cr ' rae ’ and angcr ’ 
TTf a scene as the demohtio11 ° f 80 
an old church-but remember that the spot is Of the last sleep would welcome refuge’bo ’ 
hallowed by associations, and let a feeling of awe n °P e ‘hou in God, to Him I’ll pray for thee 
check the impulsive desires of your bounding And is thv 
heart * Cora L. Latimer wl ”7 80rne . CO,d hea ^-»‘ono lonely, 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
I’LL PRAY FOR THEE. 
by oaeolinb a. iiowaed. 
auu —our . ' - lurniDg, 
we wander now ®P aints tlle hours which nevermore may bo; 
latever sun, sur- , l3 ’ r '" mi!mlj ' >rc<in0 '' ,wl[ !tfruitless,carning 
CCS. IT. »“»■»»» O, then I’ll pray for thee ? 
heart! 
Angelica, N. Y., 1859. 
Coua L. Latimer. 
OUB ™7NG_MEN. Lift thou thine eyes, and by the light of heaven 
We doubt whether any other country exhibits a Of 
larger amount or proportion of useless talent, of When Death hath set them from earth’s bond r 
misdirected energy, than ours. Our clever young We may not mourn, though dearest ties be riven S ° ^ 
men, in fearful superabundance, addict themselves 0ur 1039 tlleir everlasting gain must be. 
to law, to physic, to commerce, mainly because Dark is the hour > yet 8tm 1 pray for thee! 
these seem the only pursuits which promise wealth Lift than thy heart, and Peace, serene and holy 
and distinction. Hazardous as merchandizing is Sha11 enter in, and gloom and doubt shall flee - 
known to be, long and toilsome as is the path to °’ iift thy hcart in supplication lowly, 
eminence and fortune at the bar or in medicine, That God may hear me when I pray for thee, 
these seem to most of our aspiring youth, the only Dedham ’ Mass., 1859. 
unofficial avenues to fame and fortune; hence, they “---— 
are uniformly ruinously crowded. There has’been Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker, 
no day of the last forty years, in which there were IET US SING. 
not four times as many trying to live by trade in Vl . c , , . ~~- 
this country, as were needed in that occupation— , us sln S- Why not ? The practice light- 
Whore Hope and Love, fair guests, were wont to bo ? 
Have these bright angels fled and left thee only 
The pensive shado of tendor memory? 
We doubt whether any other country exhibits i 
“ I do wish you would keep out of the way and ° y ° Ur V °. 1Ce maj inger Iong ^ ears in tbe hearts 
stop teasing,” replied the mother, as she gave her ° Py0Rr cll * Idren - Shall they be soft, sweet echoes, 
daughter a push, which sent her reeling against a seeming like angel music > winning them to the love 
“Why, mama,” said Willie— a bright, sturdy 
little fellow of five years, who had been busily en¬ 
gaged for the last hour trying to make a wooden 
knife for sister—“Why, mama, you promised we 
might go to-day, and now if you don’t let me, it 
will be telling a wrong story.” 
“ Well, do go along —stay an hour, and I hope I 
snail have some peace while you are gone! ” 
“ Hurrah ” said Willie, jumping up. “ Where’s 
my cap ? Mama I can’t reach it.” 
“Ill warrant it—always something to hinder me • 
here, take you’re cap and go; ” and with the same 
impatient step and frowning brow which had been 
seen all that day, she turned again to her work. 
But let us follow the children as they leave the 
of God and Heaven? It so, then will you be re- 
sturd - Warded witb a g° lden harvest. And should the 
ilven k ' nd Fatber—wben “many years” have wrought 
‘7" Uieir changes, and the eyes grow dim with watch- 
ing the advent of a glorious hereafter—allow you 
" e to gaze upon a household of your matured children, 
me ’ 11 they will surely call you “ blessed.” 
McGrawville, N. Y., 1S59. Mittie Lee. 
That God may hear me when I pray for thee 
Dedham, Mass., 1859. 
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Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
LET US SING. 
Yes let us sing. Why not ? The practice light¬ 
ens the heart by driving away the murky, ill- 
twice as many as could possibly succeed. Hence r 7 v* bj driving awa 7 th e murky, ill- 
the fatal expansion and looseness of mercantile ay ° red gbosts of melancholy. It imparts cheer- 
credit ; hence, the failure of at least nine-tenths of ! SS 1 °*'° Se ar ° Und US ’ for the emotion al sensa- 
nll nrtn - -s _ /Y* _ m „.. . u ‘ions of our nature fire - A 
all who engage in traffic. To fail i 
is as natural an whistle 
g§J end to a mercantile career, in this country, as to be 
to those around us, for the emotional sensa- 
f our nature are contagious. A merry 
or the fragment of a song are 6ften more 
SCOTCH MARRIAGES. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
AH OLD CHUECH. 
Reader, do you worship in an old church, or. £ 
killed is to the soldier enlisted for life “How successl ' ul in driving away gloomy feelings than 
long will he last?” and he who escapes bankruptcy ^ mo J claborate essa 7 ‘he duty of cheerful- 
for so lone as ten years, does wdL — ai _* ness ‘ ^rngiug enlivens social intercourse, imnnrta 
for so long as ten years, does well—better than the 
average. We could name country villages which 
have had their fifteen or twenty mercantile firms in 
utss. singing enlivens social intercourse, imparts 
keenness and relish to intellectual pursuits, and 
improves the character. It prepares the mind 
in ... A, b , U ivy cll,, S 8 ’ and them all within two or three ■ „ f AUo„ thoughts, and is a good respite from toil, because 
There are two sorts of Scotch marriages, regular nests for half a centurr bU ‘ U thCir baS retired with a competence. ^ 14 so ° thes and elevates. Singing is friendly to the 
and irregular. The former are preceded by publi- polished walls bear no mai’ks of 8 f Smoolbl J r One is trading yet and solvent; two, perhaps !?!" U tbe SCrviceS of the 
cation of banns in the parish kirk (not Episcopa- If the former, do you despise Dge f!. ~ bave retired or removed, losers, but not broken •’ }lPa M a ” d wearisome - The 
han Church) of the place where one of the parties and seek to ridi-’ ' lIdlDg therest^liave gone the way of all American traders-! cait ‘smelted, and rawed above the little concerns 
in two or three; and of these not one D ^ ’ a ^ * 5 °° d rCSpite fr0m toiI ’ because 
has retired with a competence. ’ 8 aDd ^ evat 5 8 '. . SlD § ID g is friendly to the 
has previously resided, and the marriage is after- rated 
shadow on her heart-and as Willie glances up 
into her face, rebellious thoughts arise, and his 
payment of a small fee. As to the irregular mar- which has 
nages, they may be contracted, as is well known, tions, an. 
eyes flash indignantly as he says, in a comforting wltbout an 7 formalizes — simply by the couple ao-, y 
tone, “ I w'ouldu’t feel bad if mama does scold I kncmled £ in g themsdves as man and wife before ^:ive pi 
shall be a big man pretty soon, and then I’ll talk “r Wltnesses ' “ r together as man and numer. 
right back to her just as she does to us, and when Z' * permanent ! y ; Such marriages exclude the the en 
t „„a _i. t, . . . idea of any registration at all. Rut. j_ 
I get rich enough I’m going to buy a horse and 
carriage, and you and pa may ride with me, but 
mama shant, ’cause she aint good. Maybe she’ll 
idea of any registration at all. But “the black- demoli 
smith” at Gretna, and other personages on the bor- the re 
der, who were accustomed to assist runaway couples walls 1 
-Ann various are 
mect<* with those crumbling 
nare retired or removed, losers, but not broken • u 1 , , ess and wea nsome. Tho 
Hiding the rest have gone the way of all American traders— n J elted ’ and raised abov 'e the little concerns 
ts ele- or so nearly all that the exceptions help to prove ^ ^ h< ; 1Uspinng words of song. The hu- 
nd an- the rule. Of the young men who will this yearem- ^ V ° 1Ce u™ nobIest of a!1 instruments, and 
.3 site barir aa, i a 0ttlc aaj tuiu mree-iourtns can lfc be boU er employed than in praising 
mind? wiH want a National Bankrupt Law within the n,'- 
edifice next ten years, and the other within twenty But CluIdren sbould b ° encouraged in singing It 
enera- they cannot break so fast that others will not scram- " eems to be nat »ral for them to chatter and sing 
early? ble for their places. Thousands of new COnS, But when tho ,,a, ~ a ’ S - 
nds to will be opened this year to be closed as lhousands It f m ' re r °° m in the head ’ and thus 
How were in 1857-8. It were idle to remonskate Znst T is a good »dica- 
mging this tendency-the thing to be done is to counter- antno^f “ a , cbl d “ a lover of music - A peculiar 
iss the vail it .—Horace Greeley. aptness for it may be regarded as a token that he 
Children should be encouraged 
%tThi b r ai "'*' fot ,bem foTbittoSm;: 
liut when the v^n rs lncreaHO b _ 
uuu I* a lover 01 music. A peculiar 
may be regarded as a token that he 
grow old sometime and come to live with me, just Z^nT*** matcbes ’ merc,y b 7 wit ~ As you witness slick aftefstick thrown from the 
Grandma does to our house, and then if she talks J ’ Were accustomed to their names tall old snir. nnd the 
Grandma does to our house, and then if she talks in a m eniertneir names tall old spire, and stone after stone whirled from 
so to us, I'll just sku, horup In tk, dark, wouldn't reqoili „ g » ccrtai ’ TlTT "T!" “ ~ 7 ears . how 
requiring a certain length of residence in Scotland ’t 'd r • u 7 years, now « 
Little does that motker think she is sowin g seed that uevoe weans anyone than it nunsoul 
m the young hearts which shall spring up and yield Queries 1 ^ otesand ^ ou see in that consecrated desk venerable minis- IP any otber ' and has a more S^ous river, I am ing his widowed mother in after years 
a “hundred fold ” of bitterness and sorrow. * __ ters bowing their hoary heads, and invoking the ° f 11 ' Tbe ground 1S a11 d ‘srobed of snow. Music has been a favorite recreation with 
.v. V - V T_ 6 Willows n.rO VAllowrinrr i. , r. ,, . . 'VltnSOme 
_ capable of reachin g a state of perfection in 
the art. Handel, when a child, was stnVtlv 
SIGNS OF SPRING LIFE. bidden to touch a musical instrument But he 
Ten years have flown —let us again visit that eating a small mind, having affinity with petty 
welling. here is now the gentle Sarah whom concerns; often a malicious mind, delighting in 
PVPrv ono ihnnnrlif oa omeni _^_:_ _ai_ • ~ ° ® 
The bane of social life- always indi blessing of Je » ovau u P™ the assembled congre- S™ ° f low woods - of the S reatest minds. With Luther' it 271 
aall mind, having affinity with pettv gatl0U ’ brcat hmg words of consolation to the • naking the forest look purplish. Grass passion. What a happy looking group is that the 
every one thought so sweet tempered? She is traducing others; irreverence for’truth! risking fT® m ?, n ’ ^ baV ° but J ust c °mmenced the shall not “ T “f J ° ng famil y en S a ge d in singing. Thepainter has rendered 
there, but how cliamred Tn n.. u a-„_ ai.. „ . ... labors oi the ministry, embarrassed hv Koai„„~ saa 1 not Hear out - The plow has already been familiarmanvaonn/Ac ak^l _ .. . 
there, but how changed. In former years the the violation of it for the pleasure of telling labors ^ tbe ministry,embarrassed by the listless- ® t ^ Farmer are aff a 7 p alread T been familiar m a nyscenesintheheroiclifeoftl,eReform- 
angry reproof would only cause a flood of tears, stories, which may be false, often are known to bf Eess f them ^auchtors, and discomfited at the slight- V0C al with^ henTcelebrazL^ e ™ ^ ^ ^ iS the real g0odnes3 of bi3 nature 
but as day after day, and year after year, the harsh so; great lack of honor-a sneaking disposition f feT- °! pr0gramme - Anolber large and me nts in the a ' C ' manifested so clearly as in this. You can see by 
words fell upon her ear, angry feelings began to saying behind the back of another what would j!“, tlful P !J! e 13 tbat . of the Sabbath School. Calves and la g | P come a^ 0 ' ^ ^ finC expressive face that he loved home, and 
surge up until her very nature became changed, not bo said before his face; presumptive want of The bu3 ?’ bustl mg Superintendent and his assist- know noor creature7tLt W • « 7 °-l ° DOt ' mbwi “ tb e company of his beautiful “Queen 
and she has learned at last to throw back the bitter power to converse on nobler subjects, at least a ° ts - theeari m s t> prayerfulteachers-the attentive, do not^ know that T “ be , clties ’-T ou W,” and interesting children. It is a picture 
retort. Sadly darkened must be the soul of that lack of interest in them. GeneraUy supposed to sL" 5°* ^^r 3 in the fancy and casts a pleasingCm 
retort. Sadly darkened must be the soul of that lack of interest in them. Generally supposed to a ec pupil3 > al1 hold conspicuous positions. s i<r ns of the year are forth ‘ S C °T ’ x- Ut th<3 tbatlm h rers iu the fancy and casts a pleasing-charm 
mother who thus wounds and crushes the heart belong exclusively to woman, but supposed very Al ' ound the dilapidated altar you behold crowds l^hiJl Z •? the country. Now the over the life of the German hero. 
■'fthe sensitive, until hatred takes the place of love, incorrect. Male gossips are very numerous and ofkneelin g penitents, ske dd in g hittertenrs of grief g t L are leerfmrLt 7 7 knU f klcs> hoDey - Nature teacbes “3 to sing. Just listen to the 
1 the Evil Genius presides where once Heavenly are worse than female Their spheres are differ ^ their guilt, and singing the song ^ tho s™ s a ’e ft f Thi IZ-J ^ ^ U iS different pean they raise to 
Moved to linger. ' ent. Women gossip chiefly about domestic life y pr ““ taste the joys of sin forgiven.- duckto on theTndT W ^ w' WM ^ Tb ^ p our upon the air a perfect gush of 
miss the brave little Willie. Where can love, marriage, flirtation, servants, entertainments Soe J hat broad / aHer 7 «lled with youthful a , Ion- wedne lines of wrild f °/ th ® me ° dj ‘ Tbe wind Ss a great minstrel. It! weeps 
’flown? In “days of yore” his laugh- -and a world of mischief they do there-of heart- 7 eami ’ lg faCeS; but n ° W ’ alas! will 7fthward frlnSn!® ^ StrCam over tbe ^ forests, and plains, giving forth the 
mny smile, were always the first to burnings, heart-sinkings and heart-breakings-of !! m ° re f ° the S °' md f their light f °otsteps th ar ‘ w ’. ^ S B aS ^ Gni ° S COmes °“’ and souuds ln “Nature’s Anthem.” It rushes over the 
list in vain for his coming foot- broken ties and alienated affections. But men tl 7 TT' lhatoldbelhvblcbba s tolled ith th . | , . ° WS arc d ° WD F broad tr ack of ocean and the great waves rise and 
forer—exiled by his mother’s gossip, too! Authors, professors, commercial *“^11 of m.ny a departed saint, and rung fa]I ’ ^ping time to the “eternal bass’’ It 
" from an otherwise pleas- men-oh ! what keen, biting, withering gossip ierr 7 peal o ° tbc festive wedding-day, is now iute nsest nrecn * Streams ^fi’i m01 ® test ’ and s J r ‘ kes tbe forest pines, and we hear a low sweet 
they have! half untrue, wholly needless Litera drackcd aad battered - and will soon be cast among 77^1? ■ 7 ar ° and turbid - alto filling the air. Again it rushes over theelrth 
mfluence thy words, ry gossip, political gossip I—why the world is half J be rabblsb >' vherc lts voice wifi be husheil forever. thesc arc piurin^fto oThe75t °T*’ ‘^d in a fierce wiId blast. Nature, animate and inani- 
they harsh and ruled by gossip, and half its miseries are made hv IIumble behevers have worshiped hundreds of ai,;„„ __ P „,.,, streams, and every- mate, has its voice of song. “Where sinrin^ 
they harsh and ru, ed i 
oms entrusted gossip 
’v a trouble 
•hen the Twe 
by gossip, and half its miseries are made hv llumoie Denevers lia ve worshiped hundreds of r 811 earns, ana every- mate, has its voice of song. “Where sin-inc, ; a 
^-Selected.. 3D1 ™aiemade by Sabbaths in those old-fashioned pews which are ^“5^ f nd hasti °S ^ if a universal not, Satan enters.” & M. 
sn the Twenty-One and Seventeen.— Arthur had laid 
when his hand on the soft arm that was nearest to him 
now the contempt of those who attend church actlvlty had inspired tb e year!” 
merely to quiet their consciences, and go through - - - 
the form of a religious service. ° ° Happiness.— Happiness is a thinn which every 
PArmnrlv oil -- , ... _ 1-• - ? J 
Wisconsin, April, 1S59. 
his hand on the soft arm that was nearest to him “V"™ 7 “ T Ig ‘° US SemCe ' , ^ XPPI ^SS.-Happiness is a thing which every c U Eti Q<™—W e think there is good 
and was stooping towards Hetty with a look nf al iw 7 ^! W&S peaCe aud ffidetude within human being is in search of, and the materials of “ ® “ .f sug S estlon “ado by an American who 
coaxing entreat;. Hetty lifted hlr Ion- dewv the old temple, but now, mark how different! Fly- which are everywhere and in the possession of "l™ wntes fl ' 0m E o“don:-“I n the churches, 
'ashes, and met the eyes' that were bent Wards ^ a" S ' aSS ’ l ' Uined Walls and falleu eVCry CrCature that God bas created . Like the whosoever comes first, whether gentleman or lady, 
with a sweet, timid, beseeching look What a dasemcnts ’ proclaim tba t man, cverrestless, ever g rass m thefield, the means out of which happiness ^ 7? furtber seat ln tbe s Hp» and those that 
of lime those three moments were while designin S’ has become weaned of the ancient struc- maybe moulded grow everywhere, even in the f? ° W f 7*7 remainiu g scats, and thus avoid 
a met and his arms touched her' 1 ore is ^ and . must have one to correspond with the Poorest soil. It is, however, an irrevocable law of 7® awk ' yard disturbance which occurs in our 
a thing when we have seen only one 7d T™ ? 7 °‘ architecture - But tb ough t bp Creator, that he that would be happy must use f urchesbc ™ 111 the process of filing out and in 
”8 and a sweet girl of seventeen trem* th 77 h ° Ue “T SpaCi ° US and clegaut materials wbi ch He in His bounty has furnished. by “77“ ° ^ T to 13olate women at the further 
lance as if’shc were a h„,l r t ? ?, La 'I U1Ch 13 D ° W deca ^ in g and time-worn, The insect that sports but a day in the summer d ° f tb ® pew .' 11 18 said tbe bab ‘t so universal 
Tth wonderi, 1 - - a f ° r th ® ^ ^ tbe antique cbur ch has a thrilling sunlight—the cattle upon a thousand hills, and the a “ 0Dg us originated with the early settlers, who 
linft,, iv F ’7 ,°„ tbe lntcrest every inch of its timbers seems sacred, teeming multitudes of mankind —all are sunnlied Sat th ® d °° rS ° f pews so tbat iu ca se of an 
-elvet ncaches'tlv /'+* ^ n ° W “ aDy bright P ictur es, too, our memory with the means of life and enjoyment. But by aUack b 7 tbe Indiai > s , they mi g ht be ready for ac- 
chev min-le „ P n -'F 0 + UCh h ° ldS f ° r US ’ ° f SCeDCS tbat were enacted in the old each and all the effort must be made. The nro- IU manj CaSGS tbis mar ching out and in, 
or nothin- but to onturiL^h ° tabernacIe in tbe days of childhood! The one vision must be applied. The living thing that dis- bke a parcel of s °l diors , is a perfect nuisiince, and 
•A e f‘ St <, ‘“ 0 iS ” herc O” P»»“ tbat smroun(f it, Tutof ^ ^ ^ *«“ »• 
treatev. 
may be—. 
But let us 
scene. Go with l 
mother, a pleasant-i 
with her morning dutic 
ere the sound of little fot 
rushes in. “Mama,” said . 
with animation as he spoke, * 
just the prettiest new sled that j. 
painted all over, and has his name in 
on the side, and he wants I should go l 
him and ride on it—may I go ? ” 
“Yes, my son,” is the pleasant reply, “ii 
will be back in half an hour—I shall want you the 
to do an errand for me. Here, let me tie your 
or nothing but to entwine them- 
-e with ever-interlacing curves in • a , To ° U1 ' youtWuI T- T uua3Uies lual sur ronncl it, and out of 
iing-plaees. While Arthur pas ? “ '° f SAyioa ’ s love as exhibited in which it must prolong its life and pleasure, must 
Mdine-nlaces Whil« Awn,,. , 1 oaviors love as exhibited in prolong its tile and pleasure must n 
s dark beseech inn eves if S IIis death ’ and we remember how our young heart surely fall and die. The man must perish in the Childrbnto I!E ™ ld of Christ.-“L ittle chil- 
to him what sort of En-l'h l * ^ 110 c 1 - was touched even then with sorrow for Him “ who ne glect of the supply which Nature places near cncaR e ln cr ested m the story of His redeeming 
“Z Z: ! 7 ofEn ? 1 . lshsbe spoke; and bore the sins of the whole world in His own body Wmj the insect can do no more LefnoTe coni- °?; an ^ ing ^.Christ can bo painted 
on the tree.” It was the first time we had ever I ,lain of their lot of life, when each chooses that lot 7 V^’ as 7 was exblb ‘tedin the disciple that 
been in a church, except when carried there to the for himself. ‘ leaned 011 Jcsus bosom; as it shone in the counte- 
baptismal font, and our childish wonderment at -_ J 80 ® 6 ° f the Rapt and d T in S Stephen; as it poured 
everything we saw, which made us desirous of ask- Marshal Vaillant the F.ennh M’ - a ltS ° ^ COnVcrsion of Pau l and in his un- 
ing “Mamma” so many questions, was with diffi- \ Jt labors ’ op a3 ^ has manifested itself in 
if hoops and powder had been in fashion, he 
scarf around your neck—he is a good boy, and play v»ould very likely not have been sensible ;„<=+ ri „ ,° U ltl f 11 Ge ' 14 was tbe first time we bad ever P Jain °»the 
pleasantly with Georgie,” and imprinting a kiss that Hetty wanted those signs of hi eh breed,’™ 77 1D a , cbuiCh ’ except when carried tber e to the fop himself. 
rniAn Yiie — i: — ± _ .A v , j 7 t J to u ulteQin ^* — baDtismal font, nnrl nnr _ __ x .x 
upon his rosy lips, she turns again to her work. 
But where is little Allie— the pet of the house¬ 
hold ? The mother remembers that she has not seen 
her for some time. “ The little rogue is in some 
Adam Jkde, by Rev. Geo. Eliot. 
baptismal font, and our childish wonderment at 
everything we saw, which made us desirous of ask¬ 
ing “Mamma” so many questions, was with diffi- 
Marshal Vaillant, the French Minister of Wt 
j?—- “—** - ,» st o s.: isr a r h ,,f «• •»«’ -*“• ^ ^ - p— 
without crime. I scnt,c whisperings, “Hush, my desrl ItLrvv! has given aei' e r “ lesl “ rr «"G«<l 1full and sweet cossolslioo. 
„uu,v, ui in me run ana sweet consolations of the 
departing Saint .”—Professor Edwards. 
