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sec the amount of good fruit springing from a 
faithful discharge of every duty to herself, her 
family, society and her Maker; or the evil results 
growing from a neglect of those duties, and a per¬ 
version of the talents nature has given her. 
Avoca, N. Y., 1859. E. B. 
OLD FRIENDS TOGETHER. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
PARTING THOUGHTS AT A SISTER’S BRIDAL. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
EDDIE’S GRAVE. 
O, time is sweet when roses meet 
With spring’s sweet breath around them; 
And sweet the cost when hearts are lost, 
If those we love have found them; 
And sweet the mind that still can find 
A star in darkest weather; 
But naught can be so sweet to see 
As old friends met together. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
AUNT) YOUR OWN BUSINESS. 
BT MRS. 8. K. FURMAN. 
O, never again in the green isles of earth 
This sacred embrace may be given, 
The quick pulse of joy the pale cheek ne’er may warm 
As when loving eyes fondly gazed on thy form, 
Or voiceful harp chim’d the sweet notes of the soul— 
But, O, I would meet thee in heaven. 
“ The flower that blooms the brightest, 
Is doomed the first to fade, 
The form that moves the lightest. 
In earth is soonest laid.” 
I had dreamed, O, how fondly, that destiny’s hand, 
Thro’ all of life’s changeable day, 
Might so guide our steps that one path would bo ours, 
“ Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,” and they con¬ 
signed the little sleeper to his last, long home. 
After days and nights of intense suffering the 
worn and weary one found rest. He who had for 
six short summers been the light and joy of the 
household,— he who had made so many hearts glad 
with his merry laugh, quick and buoyantstep—had 
passed from earth, leaving hearts lone and deso- 
Those days of old, when youth was bold, 
And time stole wings to speed it, 
And yon ne’er knew how fast time flew, 
Or, knowing, did not heed it; 
Tho’ gray each brow that meets us now,_ 
For age brings wintry weather— 
Yet naught can be so sweet to see 
As thoso olil friends together. 
Though laden with thorns, or besprinkled with flowers; late. Methinks, even now I see him with the glow 
But another hath won the sweet light of thy smiles 
To gladden a home far away. 
I would not reflect on thy young bridal heart 
The shadows that flit o’er my own, 
Nor tinge with forebodings of future alloy, 
The beautiful hopes of thy soul’s wedded joy— 
Thy chasten’d smile mirrors thy lot ail untried 
In the paths that but woman hath known. 
I’m musing again on the fair autumn eve, 
And the room where our pale mother lay, 
of health upon his cheek, those bright and spark¬ 
ling eyes, again hear the echo of that clear, merry 
laugh, telling iu stronger terms than language 
could, of a free and happy spirit. But no ; yonder 
grassy mound upon which lies a tombstone, with 
his name and age inscribed thereon, also a vacancy 
in the family circle, avoid and aching in our hearts 
which refuses to be satisfied because one is not,— 
all these remind me that he has passed “ to that 
bourne from whence no traveler returns.” And 
The few long known, whom years have shown 
With hearts that friendship blesses; 
A hand to cheer, perchance a tear, 
To soothe a friend’s distresses; 
Who helped and tried, still side by side, 
A friend to face hard weather; 
O, this may we yet joy to see, 
And meet old friends together. 
When the soft golden light through tho red maples yet> though mourning) we can rejoice (his carnest 
gleam a, i;i,„ i- c _ t__ 
And flush’d the lov’d face that with angel-smiles beam’d, 
And the lessons of duty she whispering gave 
I would treasure to life’s latest day. 
She call’d thee her lily-bud, fragilo and pure, 
As thy bright head reclin’d on her breast, 
Then folding us both in her frail, dying arm, 
She bade me so ever to shield thee from harm, 
And tenderly pray’d her poor shephcrdless lambs 
In the All-Father’s fold might find rest. 
fatth and chtld-like ove for Jesus witnessing a --— would be lcarned> wealth and r tcd we mugt 
Change of heart,) that ere those little feet had wan- Wntten for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. « mind our own business .» Th ‘ on] ^ laW 
dered long and been firmly set in the broad road REFLECTIONS. can win the prize. Yes, “mind your own busi- 
whtch leads to destruction and death, Goo m His —— ness” ought to be thumped into the head of a great 
great mercy plucked our bud and transplanted it Far back in the unfathomable depths of the ma ny people in the world, for they are a disgrace 
to bloom in the Garden of Paradise. “beginning was conceived the creation of the , ,, .. 3 , u,8 o rd ce 
Bnt. mu- 1 ,-ni. „„„„ ^ _ nnivorsp nnd .1 40 themselves, to the community and the world. 
flow much trouble would be saved in this world 
if every one would remember and practice upon the 
old adage, “ Mind your own business.” Curiosity 
is a principle implanted in every human being, but 
it was never intended that it should degenerate into 
that mean, prying-into disposition which we dis- j 
cover everywhere about us. In every community 
there is a class of persons who well deserve the title 
of “ busy-bodies,” for they spend all of their time in 
minding everybody’s business but their own. Do a 
couple see fit to marry, every fact in the history of 
each is chronicled, and many are the wonders how 
they happened to choose each other—just as if that 
were any one’s business but their own. Did you 
ever hear of a match that suited everybody? I 
never did any but Lucifer matches. Yet whose 
business is it, if people suit themselves?—what 
should wo care? Does a stranger make his ap¬ 
pearance in town—then, who is he ? where did he 
come from ? what is he worth ? are questions which 
give our “ busy-bodies” employ ment for some time. 
Let a person do anything a little out of his line of 
conduct, and how quick is it noticed and commented 
upon, just as if ’twere anybody’s business what 
anybody’s business is. 
Finally, there is no character more despicable 
than these “ busy-bodies ’’—tattling, mischievous, 
slandering “busy-bodies;” how easy the ascent- 
how quick they carry the mark of the “green-eyed 
monster.” What do they gain ? Not the least 
thing. They are despised by everybody. If we 
would be learned, wealthy and respected, we must 
“ mind our own business.” They only who labor 
can win the prize. Yes, “mind your own busi- 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker, 
‘GOD SAW THAT IT WAS GOOD.” 
God spake,—not e’er before a sound, 
Had stirred the dark abyss profound— 
“Let there be light,” and forth it came, 
Not in a faint and flickering flame, 
But pure, effulgent, from the Throne 
Of Ilim in whom is light alone. 
And Day and Night twin sisters stood— 
God saw the light that it was good. 
God spake—tho firmament came forth, 
And sun, and moon, and stars had birth; 
Tiie gathered waters, seas were called, 
Alone by His firm mandate walled ; 
Then Earth appeared, but ’twa 3 not blest 
With aught to cheer, till His behest 
Brought grass, and herb, and fruit for food— 
God saw His work that it was good. 
God spake—the waters teemed with life, 
And birds, with song and beauty rife, 
Sped thro’ the air in tireless flight, 
To find an ever-new delight. 
And wild beasts roamed, not to destroy, 
And creeping things in life found joy. 
Sin had not cursed—man had not trod— 
God saw His work that it was good. 
to bloom in the Garden of Paradise. 
But our little grave is not the only one, —our universe, and, touched by the baud of Omniscience, Cayuga, N. Y., 1859 
Even so hatfl it seem’d, 0, my brother, she’s been 
As a joy in our household for years, 
Like a bright happy bird that is ever in tune, 
Or the warm sunny smile of the rose-tinted June— 
Not strange if tho peace of her light step to mo 
Be lonely with shadows and tears. 
With blessings untold and unwavering trust, 
My sister, to thee, I confide; 
There’s balm in her heart for each conflict of thine, 
And round thee the vine of her sweet faith will twine, 
O, see no rude sorrow its green tendrils blast, 
But cherish thy fair orphan-bride. 
wounded hearts do not bleed alone,—oh, no; 
“There’s many an empty cradle, 
There’s many a vacant bed, 
There’s many a lonely bosom 
Where joy and light have fled. 
For thick in every graveyard 
The little hillocks lie, 
And every hillock represents 
An angel in the sky.” 
Hillsdale, Mich., 1859. Addie E. Walker. 
myriads of worlds came forth, vieing with each 
other in rendering homage to Him “ who spake 
and it was done.” The “morning stars sang to¬ 
gether” in the joy of their new existence. The 
WHAT IS WIT I 
God spake, and Oh, what wondrous plan 
Filled th’ Almighty’s tliougnt, when man 
In angel grace and beauty came 
nis power and wisdom to proclaim I 
In God’s own image!—how tho sight, 
Tho angels flLl with deep delight, 
And wonder—not yet understood— 
God saw His work, and lo I ’twas good. 
The term “ wit,” in its oldest signification, gen- 
Creator beheld the beauty, the harmony, the glory orally implied rationality, and so we understand 
of His work, “ and it was very good.” 
Indelibly written on every leaf was the charac¬ 
ter of its Author, but it was not complete until 
mind prefaced the great book of Nature—the like- uious couplet: 
it in its derivations “to wit” (to know) “half¬ 
witted,” “ witless,” &c. In the time of Dryden, it 
expressed fancy, genius, aptitude. Thus the fa- 
LADEES AND WOMEN. 
ness of Divinity, Fallen spirits read and envied, 
and with “ malicious leer malign” they sullied the 
purity of that likeness, and sin, with all its hide- 
Great wits to madness are allied, 
And thin partitions do their bounds divide, 
is almost an amplification of that “fine frenzy” 
And if, as it may, her tried spirit should fail 
Life’s trials to bear calm and even, 
O, ever, as now, her strong solace still prove, 
And each cloud bespann’d with the brow of thy love, 
ous form3 > marred the symmetrical beauty of the which Shakspeare has delineated, and “ wit ” in 
Some words have a magical effect on us from the greatest work which ever emanated from the hand Hiis sense, is merely a synonym of imagination 
mental pictures connected with them, or from the of the Divine Artist. Locke, who was a cotemporary of Dryden defines 
estimation in which we think the things repre- Man, eager to solve tho mysteries of obscurity, wit as lying most in the assemblage of ideas and 
sented by them are held. If two or more words strives in vain to unravel the intricate purposes of putting those together with quickness and variety 
express the same qualities in an object, and one of God which He has wisely hidden from his de- wherein can be found any resemblance or congru- 
flinsr* wnrtla imnlioa o monirncfofmn ~ 1: __ - _ . ...... . » 
And more than all, nurse the blest hopes that may these words implies a manifestation of these quali- pendent creatures. Although man has made great >ty, thereby to make up pleasant pictures and 
A blissful reunion in heaven ?“ S flat J ered when that word discoveries in regard to the laws which govern the agreeable visions in the fancy. This definition of 
, East S h mS 18 ? P n ? US ; 7 at fema,C 18 KOt m ° rC Pleased matGrial ' vorld ’ and has mada the elements obedient wit he places in opposition to judgment, which, he 
’ to bo called a Iad y tban to Be called a woman? to his will, spanning the waters of the deep, and says “ lies quite on the other side,” in carefully 
__ ___ " 'J - ^ r toms win, spanning me waters oi the deep, and says •• lies quite on the other side,” in carefully 
When tbe word 18 s P oken » nobody, now, thinks of looking into the starry heavens to measure other separating one idea from another, wherein can be 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. what is said to have been its original meaning- worlds, there are boundaries to knowledge which found the least difference, thereby to avoid being 
WOMAN’S INFLUENCE. one who gives bread. Neither, as commonly used he may not pass. The finite is lost in the infinite, misled by similitude and affinity, to take one thing 
. ~ in this country, does one think of a woman of rank, and in the incapacity of his spi^ lie sees the dis- for another, 
inis is a subject on which so much has been said so called. But a lady is something nice-redolent tance between the creature anil)® Creator. But Addison quotes this passage in the Spectator, 
and written that it seems well nigh exhausted, yet of band-boxes. The word is suggestive of ribbons this strange part within, struggling to break the and says“ This is not, I think, the best and most 
how few, even of the female portion of community, and dress-making, delicacy and leisure, money and fetters that bind it as it roams through radiant fields philosophical account of wit 4 ever met with. I 
realize that they do, or can exert any important ease; and the puerilities of factitious refinement so of thought in search of something to answer the sha11 only add to it, by way of explanation, that 
influence on tho character of society—or give a predominant in the modern training of the young, inspiration of its existence, is it never to soar at every resemblance of ideas is not what we call wit, 
thought to the subject of that influence, whether that these things and conditions are as the good pleasure beyond the confines of its material abode? unless it be such a one as gives delight and 
it is ior good or for evil. Few women have en- of life. Yes, we thank our Maker for the immortality He surprise to the reader. These two last properties 
rolled their names among those of the leading spir- Lady! — the word is full of softness and refine- hasgivenHS. There will be a time when the child seem essential to wit, more particularly the last of 
its of earth,—man has usually been the instrument ment, accompanied with weakness and dependence, of God will traverse the golden streets of the New them.” To come down still later, Dugald Stewart 
iu the hand of Omnipotence of building and over- The white fingers, dexterous in ornamental art, Jerusalem—when, washed in the pure waters of endorses Locke, with this addition, that wit im- 
throwing empires and deciding the destinies of na- glitter and tantalize; the eye, unused to watch the River of Life, his soul shall mount on wings of P^es a power of calling up at leisure the ideas 
tions. Toman alone are we indebted for most of over the feeble, flashes to enchant; the voice, using immortality to fathom eternity, then to bask in the which it combines, and Lord Kame denominates 
Tho tempter camo—ah l evil hour, 
When first ho sought our mother’s bowor. 
Now, Desolation, liko n wave, 
Boll over all—tho earth’s a grave 
For every living bcautious thing— 
Yet still we to our idols cling, 
And ask why Sorrow, Darkness brood ? 
Tho answer still—“ God saw ’twas good.” 
Yes, good; for earth no moro can bo 
Fit dwelling-place, its melody 
I® mingled witli discordant sounds, 
Which Sin has made. Tncro o’er resounds 
Some note of grief, or sight of woe, 
Or flend-like tone where’er wo go; 
And thus the heart forever pines 
For happier realms aud purer climes. 
And Heaven—Oh ! ear hath never heard 
The thrilling notes by angels stirred I 
And eye ne’er oped in world liko this 
On scenes of such transcendent bliss. 
We’ll bless the Hand that smites to dust 
The cherished idols that we trust, 
While “ tempest-tost and rudely driven,” 
We’ll seek to find our rest in heaven. 
Ilillsdalo, Mich., 1859. Julla. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
IMMORTALITY. 
“ WnEXCK this pleasing hope, this fond desire, 
This longing after immortality ? 
Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror 
Of falling into naught? Why shrinks tho soul 
Back on herself, aud startles at destruction? 
’Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 
’Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, 
And intimates eternity to man.” 
events of life. The Creator has so ordered it, and times, we arc amused by its queer use. We have Who art thou, 0, man, that boastest of thy wis- Wit, in the modern sense, has a very different murmuring rivulet to the boundless 
in endowing him with greater strength and supe- heard of a woman who always calls her scrubbing dom or thy might? Look out upon the starry meaning.— Selected. ’ ' ocean, seems to say to us, “ thou art immortal.” 
rior powers of mental and physical endurance has woman, “the lady that washes for me.” Why worlds above and then consider, that, with all the-- And there is a something within that is ever telling 
provided for the fulfillment of his own decree.— not? “ Is Miss Potter a lady, mamma ?” asked a glory thou wilt have in thy future home, still thou A GOOD OLD MAN. US , 1S n0t ° U . r enhre llfe ’ U is mereI 7 the da wn- 
True, history tells us of a Shmiramis of Assyria, little girl of six years, who was with her mother mayestbe least in the kingdom of Heaven. If each - mg ° f a g on . ou8 and ,,uendln g one, which is 
and a Boadicea of ancient Britain, who marched visiting in a certain city. “ Yes, Miss Potter is a orb is peopled with intelligent beings, as we have A good old man is the best antiquity, and easbroudcd 111 Gie impenetrable folds of the myste- 
at the head of armies to tho battle-field, and led real lady,” the mother replied. “But, mamma, she every reason to believe, then, at the consummation which wo ma 7 with least vanity admire, one nou ® future to bei disclosed ere long to our enrap- 
their hosts from victory to victory; and later, works!” returned the child; “she washes and of all things, will a myriad of intelligences sur- whicb timo has been thus lon g a working, and, turcd g aze in a11 its resplendent beauty. 
Austria has numbered Maria Theresa among the cooks breakfast; how can she be a lady?” The round the throne to give all the glory to the Crea- like winter fruit, ripened, while others are sha- Oh! how it buoys the jinking spirits of the 
ablest of her sovereigns, and England under none ornamental only is associated with the word lady. tor of the universe. Of the capacity or condition kcn do ' vn - He batb ta keu out as many lessons weary i nTall d, as he tosses in physical anguish, to 
of her rulers has made greater progress in all that But the word woman smacks of nothing artificial, of mind possessed by the inhabitants of other of the world as da L s > and learned the best fee1, to &WW —blest assurance — that there is a 
* , , 3 exiernaI 0D J ect - from the murmuring rivulet to the boundless 
r it, in the modern sense, has a very different . ..... . 
caning.— Selected. US ’ th ° U art immorta1 -” 
_ >>t _ And there is a something within that is ever telling 
A GOOD OLD MAN US * 8 D °^ ° Ur en ^ re ^ m erely the dawn- 
_ ‘ in g of a more glorious and unending one, which is 
A good old man is the best antiquity, and e ° sbrouded in the impenetrable folds of the myste- 
conduces to the honor and glory of a nation than ^ mcau s only what the Lord God made for man to worlds we can form no correct estimate. It is a thing in it-the vanit y of U ’ He looks ovcr b ' 3 W °^ d t0 W . h j ch h ? | s fast hastenin g wb ere there 
under the sway of the inflexible Elizabeth.— love and to live with as part of himself—a dearer beautiful thought which we have seen expressed formor lifo as a danger well past, and would not W11 be neitber sickness nor sorrow. How tho 
Russia, too, boasts her Catharine, who wielded part, and a part he will not do without. Many men that perhaps they have never sinned and are con- bazard himself to begin again. Tho near door of g ra ^ e l° sea its horrors illumined by such a faith, 
the sceptre of her gigantic realm with an energy d °. in truth, live their whole lives apart from this stantly enjoying the presence and the smiles of death saps him not ’ but be ex P cct s it calmly as his in 1 . pure ’ soul -soothing light of which we may 
and sagacity worthy of a Nicholas. In literature, half which would make them perfect men; but it is God. Perhaps their capacity of mind increases in turn in nature, and fears more his recoiling back enter its otherwise gloomy portals hopefully, trust- 
also, woman has begun to reap a few of these laurels because some lady has given them a serpent instead proportion to the splendor and magnitude of their to cbiIdis bness than dust. All men look to him as fulI L knowin g R is but the entrance to an “ Eter- 
man has worn so long and so proudly. Napoleon °f the bread their souls craved; or the finer half respective abodes. ° a comm o n father, and on old age, for his sake, as na wbose builder and maker is God.” 
said of Madame De Stael that her pen was a bas, in the transforming process of fashionable cul- If the Creator had given us a more beautiful or revcrent - He practices his experience on youth It is impossible with our present organization to 
weapon that would hit a man, if he were seated on ture, become so changed to a lady, that the 6tupid a larger dwelling place, with our present powers of witbout tb « harshness of reproof, and in his coun- have a perfect conception of what we shall be when 
a rainbow. men do not recognize in it the one designed to finish mind, our knowledge and comprehension of the sel is S ood compuny. He has some old stories still unincumbered by this earthy tenement, “for it 
Yet all this no more proves that woman’s most U P th e structure of their manhood. Perhaps, in- same would be proportionally less. So we may of bis own seeing to confirm what he says, and dot b not yet appear what we shall be; but we 
potent influence has been exerted in public life—or deed . Hie modern schools have so modified mind suppose that the inhabitants of many other globes malces tbem better in the telling; yet is not trou- know that when He shall appear we shall be like 
that at the head of nations or armies is the most and body, that the “last best gift to man” is no have arrived at a greater degree of development and blesome with the same tale again, but remembers Him, for we shall see Him as He is.” And it is 
appropriate place for the exercise of her powers— longer a “help-meet” for him; the rib is so bent advancement in knowledge than ourselves. Hence with them ho ' v often bo bas told tbem - He is not we U we do not, lest becoming weary with the dis- 
than that the midnight heavens owe their beauty *bat it will not fit; he dares not say it is his lost when all are gathered together, from one end of apt to put tlie boy on a y° un ger man, nor the fool aste rs of this inconstant life, we should wish, and 
less to the fixed stars, shining on forever with a one - So the poor bachelor goes through life Heaven to the other, they will be capable of enjoy- on a boy ’ but can disti nguish gravity from a sour even dare to rus b unbidden to our final home, for- 
dim but changeless light, than to the flaming mourning for his spare-rib. All that he sees seems ing more, and will occupy higher seats in the place look > and th e less testy he is the more regarded.— getful of the duties to be performed, ere we shall 
comet sweeping the skies in its erratic flight, or too polished to be natural. prepared for all the righteous. Then, mortal, hum- You must P ard on him if he likes his own times become fitted for that holier, nobler life. Even 
the brilliant meteor that flashes for an instant and What female, when called a woman, feels a quick- ble thyself in the dust, for “ what is man that thou better tban th ese, because thoso things are follies now > when by faith we catch n glimpse of that hea- 
is gone. It is in private life that woman has ever ening of the blood ? None. It is a common word, art mindful of him, or the son of man that thou to bim novv ’ tbat were wis(iom Iben; yet he makes vcnly world and the glorious things in reserve for 
been most powerful, in moulding the characters, expressing a common object, simple, free, and like visitest him?” Jane E II of tliat °P* n ' ou to ° when we see him, and conjee- us . our souls would fain leave the baser things of 
strengthening or weakening the energies, and con- common things coming direct from God’s band, Fiffard, N. Y., 1859 . tures those times by so good a relic. He goes away earth, and soar on spirit-wings to heights unseen, 
tributing to the happiness or unhappiness of those just adapted to a man’s nature. Woman expresses ---«-*-♦__ at last, whensoever, with all men’s sorrow but his unknown to mortal man. Nevertheless, wo are 
with whom she mingles in the domestic and social just the combination of qualities which fills the T>rr T m?Ks_» rrir . ,-ii -i . , own; and his memory is fresh when it is twice as content to “ abide our time,” and cheerfully labor 
, - 4 uuiiLico rnis uie p IC TURES.-A room with pictures in it, and a room ir.l'vT n . 
circle. As well might we attempt to estimate the vacuum in a true man s heart; just whatis fitted to w ;t bo ut pictures differ about as mnr.h na a mom «ifi, ° ld ‘— lils,L0 P Aam. on, hope on, striving to perform aright the duties 
good done by the silent dews of night, or tell the establish his happiness, to perfect his human exist- w i ndowa and a room w'tl t , u ° asaroom w 1 i assigned us, and then, when this material body 
amount of evil produced by poisonous miasmas ence. When a real woman marries a real man, WP think is more moln j 'i' 1 ' "'r ° * Dg Home. How touchingly beautiful are the rela- shall have become spiritual, we shall, with un- 
that float unseen upon the air, as to calculate what Ibey cannot be put asuuder. God hath joined Kon who has to naRs ° 10 par . 1Caar ^ oa P ei tions of home! There each is bound by an electric clouded vision, behold the unspeakable glory of 
woman has done “ to save, to ruin, to curse or tbem. Ladies can never meet the heart-want of b j ea jj walls with nothin >■ on Them cba ' n ’ ^ ba ^ seems to pass to all hearts iu the family God. Is it not enough, to know that “ we shall be 
bless those who are brought within the reach of man - H they marry, it is to their mutual sorrow t h °^ ° d pic S rou P i so that one cannot enjoy pleasure unless like Him?” F. M. Turner. 
her influence.” Not till the great day of final ac- and chagrin. Ladies are beautiful, enchanting. t other Rennes anJ tl ° ap ? ° e T 80 ^ ’ CU 1Ug aP P artake i n it- If one heart is oppressed, all Oxford, N. Y., 1859. 
count will it ever be known how many have been But the true man wishes to go through life a natu- inexpressible relief to a personTrina ' 1 ^ ^'t'Tr 8 ^ mpatb ' ze > one * s exalted, all must share the —-- 
purified, strengthened and ennobled by associa- r al being rather than an enchanted one. His high- 0 r even readme on lookiun un not tefhave h' Y”*’ happiness. It is in the home where the aching A Christ-like Sentiment.— Rev. Dr. Johns, an 
tion with the good, the gifted, and the pure of the est earthly aspiration is to walk, side by side, in 0 f vision chopped off by an odious white wall but heart 18 soot b ed , where the oppressed are relieved, Episcopal clergyman in Baltimore, saysofex- 
gentler sex in the various relations of life; or how sunshine and in storm, with a woman.— Selected. to finfl aarn „;,L na u ' the outcast reclaimed, the sick healed, or falling, cessive denominationalism:—“ Wherever this goes 
man, intellectual and moral natnrea hare been -—- frZ tf J ^ atuiZ pt “re to oti.er blti^ ‘ b ‘ ‘“a “" e dr01 ’ 3 f “ ‘ hC m0m “ r ’ 8 b ^“ d l0VC f ° r "nag. 
perverted, weakened, and destroyed by the influ- Tim National Era says it is not for the generation and perhaps heavenly scenes, where the fancy for ““ t,lc,rloo S 1 of lb,S ‘P lrl ‘ lb “‘ 1 h “ re 
ence of weak, unprincipled and frivolous women among whom Elizabeth Browning has sung, and a moment may revel, refreshed and delighted _ tomed for years in passing a house of worship of 
to whom they were bound by the ties ef copsan- Charlotte Bronte spoken, and Harriet Hosmer Thus pictures are consolers of loneliness; they are Speakers and He,rers-H earers will alwavs “T ^ den ? minatl0n than “7 own, to lift up 
Jt””!; 1 jEH ° VAH 8ha11 chiseled, and Rosa Bonheur painted, and Mary a relief to the jaded mind; they are windows to the give speakers their attention, if speakers wilLi've piayer for that minister and 
tures those times by so good a relic. He goes away earth, and soar on spirit-wings to heights unseen, 
at last, whensoever, with all men’s sorrow but his unknown to mortal man. Nevertheless, wo are 
own; and his memory is fresh when it is twice as content to “abide our time,” and cheerfully labor 
>ld .—Bishop Earle. on, hope on, striving to perform aright the duties 
- assigned us, and then, when this material body 
Home.— How touchingly beautiful are the rela- shall have become spiritual, we shall, with un- 
*■*“* some other denomination than my own, to lift up 
Speakers and Hearers.— Hearers will always my heart to God in prayer for that minister and 
P J T , -- ■ buan iiiuoeiuu, iiuu xvuau uuuiieur paimeo, ana jsiary a renei to me jaded mind ; they are windows to the give speakers their attention if Rneikp.-R will j- , „ 
l ZL° V Zr not do inn is set iu , taught ’ and , Florence Nightingale lived, to imprisoned thought; they are books; they are his- hearers something to attend’ to. That the former ‘ ^ - 
... * . . •_• . , ’ I - —---iu i“Tiiouu tu LUU..J.UI,, L..cy iucuuuks; meyarems- Hearers something to attend to. That the former 
which our not doing set down among our despair of woman’s achievement of her highest tones and sermons, which we can read without the maybe interested.it is necessary that the latter 
darkest deeds,” will woman herself be enabled to 1 destiny. I trouble of turning over the ieaves .-Downing. be interesting.-^ Emmons 
Man was made in the image of God that he might 
understand Him. 
