Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
A WOMAN’S PRAYER. 
BY CAKLIB MAINE. 
Tiie chariot wheels of the day-god were broken, 
And he has fallen into a sea of clouds that bathed 
Ilia dying head with glory. Night had come 
15 _-j As blooming maidenhood gradually advanced, a 
/Mai “fox fl?) dark-haired youth, whom I will call Edmund, sud- 
* wdenly discovered that be loved me, and behind 
ni the master’s back, perfect as Edmund was, a frank 
declaration of his attachment came across the 
I At 1 ' aisle, which only received a non-acceptance and 
;jfL- P rom * se of remembrance. But when he declaim- 
~ ed that evening, I as suddenly discovered that he 
■ — -- - was noble, intellectual and good, and one in all 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. respects fit to be the recipient of my affections, 
A WOMAN’S PRAYER. which had never before flowed so pure and tcn- 
- der, constant and exalted, as in this, my first love. 
BT CAKLIB MAYNE. As tbe yearg p a8S ed swiftly and happily away, I 
The chariot wheels of the day-god were broken, knew nau g ht of disappointment. But while 
And he has fallen into a sea of clouds (hat bathed Edmund was at a neighboring academy, a change 
His dying head with glory. Night had come came. Through the secret agency of a malicious 
To weep her dewy tears o’er his departure, and the person, a misunderstanding arose. I censured 
moon him, and he me, until the last farewell was said, 
Shed holy radiance on the earth, impartial as the light and eac h returned to take up the burden of life 
Of God’s eternal love. The stars, those gems that grace again< often since has he sought to renew the 
Th’Almighty’s crown, glistened like dewdrops 0 f d love> but I( proud and unj i e lding, repelled 
In the morning sun. The air was fragrant e ach advancement until D alas j my b i 00 ming 
Willi the breath of flowers. O’er all the universe . . ... , , ... 
A stillness reigned, as though each living thing 8lster Wlll > ere lon S’ be folded to that heart, which 
Was awed to silence by earth’s loveliness. sh ould have been the high prerogative of mine. 
All too late, Truth unveiled her mysteries. Now 
But hush! j ; ^ be t au ght, am myself the teacher, and as these 
Upon the evening air a sound arises, musical fami]iar ^ ^ ^ ^ Qf Toic 
As harps of gold by angel fingers played. f ,, , 
ti i »*.„ . it seems but the dirge of childhood s departed 
It is the voice of prayer. ° 1 
joys, or the requiem of departed friends who are 
‘ Great God of all the universe above now g Ca ^ er ^ d f ar and w ide, from the shores of 
Amd God of all below; Father of lore; the mild Pacific to Atlantic’s troubled waters. 
Thou who from everlasting art . , . . ,, 
knd ever shall be ; O, draw near to-night Although but five years have passed since then, 
A.nd hear my prayer, and guide my voice aright, it seems that tho sorrows of a longer life, and the 
And bless my waiting heart experience of maturer years than mine, have been 
< Yet, O, dear Father, unto Thee I come ' Cr0 * ded int ° thc i short S P* C J ^ idl haS f ufficed to 
ro ask not blessings for myself alone; work 80 man F changes. Yet I can take up the 
Only that I may henceforth be duties of bfe with a firmer hand, and bear its 
More Christ-like—but for Aim I pray disappointments with a more chastened spirit 
rhe husband of my love, who roams to-day than would have been possible had I been the 
In distant land afar from me. happy recipient of consummated hopes. May I 
‘Oh! bless him, Lord, and may he ever bo be thankful that the admonition has come thus 
I meek and humble follower of Thee; early. “ The glory of man passeth away.” 
And grant him heavenly light Prospect Cottage, N. Y., 1859. Ida. 
Shed holy radiance on the earth, impartial as the light 
Of God’s eternal love. The stars, those gems that grace 
Th’ Almighty’s crown, glistened like dewdrops 
In the morning sun. The air was fragrant 
With the breath of flowers. O’er all the universe 
A stillness reigned, as though each living thing 
Was awed to silence by earth’s loveliness. 
But hush! 
Upon the evening air a sound arises, musical 
As harps of gold by angel fingers played. 
It is the voice of prayer. 
“ Great God of all the universe above 
And God of all below; Father of lore; 
Thou who from everlasting art 
And ever shall be ; O, draw near to-night 
And hear my prayer, and guide my voice aright, 
And bless my waiting heart 
“ Yet, O, dear Father, unto Thee I come 
To ask not blessings for myself alone; 
Only that I may henceforth be 
More Christ-like—but for Aim I pray 
The husband of my love, who roams to-day 
In distant land afar from me. 
“ Oh ! bless him, Lord, and may he ever bo 
A meek and humble follower of Thee; 
And grant him heavenly light 
To guide him on his way, that ho may not 
Sin ’gainst Thy holy law in word or thought,— 
Oh, guide his steps aright 
11 Grant him increase of faith, that he may look above 
This world of sorrow to a heaven of love, 
Where sit in glory bright 
The cherubim and angels round Thy Throne, 
And sing tho glories of their heavenly home 
In never ending light 
“ And grant him meekness, joy, and hope, and peace, 
And may his love to Thee ever increase, 
And grow each day more pure, 
More fervent, and upon his living soul, 
In characters of light, Thy name enroll, 
Lest sin his steps allure. 
“ Teach him submission to Thy holy will, 
That midst afflictions he may love Thee still, 
And praise Thy holy name. 
Oh, let Thine angels watch o'er him from heaven; 
And, 0,1 pray that unto them be given 
A charge concerning him.” 
She ceased! 
So near the angel came that caught the prayer, 
She felt his breath upon her upturned brow. 
He bore it up to Him, th’ Unchanging One, 
Who, on earth, said, “Ask and ye shall receive.” 
THE AMERICAN AUTUMN. 
BT FANNY KEMBLE. 
Tnou comest not in sober guise, 
In mellow cloak of russet clad— 
Thine are no melancholy skies, 
Nor hneless flowers, pale and sad; 
But, like an emperor, triumphing, 
With gorgeous robes of Tyrian dyes, 
Full flush of fragrant blossoming, 
And glowing purple canopies. 
How call ye this the season’s fall. 
That seems the pageant of the year? 
Richer and brighter far than all 
The pomp that spring and summer wear, 
Red falls the western light of day 
On rock, and stream, and winding shore; 
Soft woody banks and granite gray 
With amber clouds are curtained o’er; 
The wide, clear waters sleeping lie 
Beneath the eyening’s wing of gold, 
And on their glassy breast the sky 
And banks their mingled hues unfold. 
Far in the tangled woods the ground 
Is strewn with fallen leaves, that lie 
Like crimson carpets all around 
Beneath a crimson canopy. 
The sloping sun, with arrows bright, 
Pierces the forest’s waving maze; 
The universe seems wrapt in light, 
A floating robe of rosy haze. 
Oh, Autumn! thou art here a king— 
And round thy throne the smiling hours 
A thousand fragrant tributes bring 
Of golden fruits and blushing flowers. 
COMFORT vs. SHOW. 
I the feelings of reverence and devotion, and to 
compel us to bow in humility and adoration before 
Him 
‘ Whose nod is Nature’s birth, 
And Nature’s shield the shadow of his hand ;* 
whose words spake into existence this vast aggre¬ 
gation of suns and worlds, and whose kingdom 
ruleth over all.” M. I. Stephenson. 
Fair Haven, Carroll Co., Ill., 1859. 
Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
THE PHILOSOPHER. 
The philosopher, whatever position he may oc¬ 
cupy, or whatever may be his surroundings, wheth¬ 
er a palace or a cottage, is an instructor of his 
fellow-men. He deals in principles, and is clear¬ 
sighted enough to discover them in facts and cir¬ 
cumstances a common observer would think trif¬ 
ling. He is a searcher after truth, both in the 
things of nature and in the actions of men. If 
auy assertion or opinion can be proved false, he 
rejects it, though it may have received the homage 
of men for centuries. If he can demonstrate a 
truth, he embraces it though all the world oppose. 
He is an earnest thinker. Though in society he 
may appear the most absent and unobservant of 
all men, yet his keen eye and quick ear, are ever 
furnishing food for his busy brain to work upon. 
From his point of observation, he watches the 
mass of humanity surging around him. He ob¬ 
serves, but slightly shares in their ambitions. He 
is more a teacher than an actor. He seeks quietude 
more than the busy scenes of strife, and in his 
calm retreat, does the thinking for that portion of 
humanity which never stops to think for itself.— 
Does he read a book, it is to him rich in sugges¬ 
tion, and often does he pause in its perusal to fol¬ 
low some train of thought it awakens. Pleasure 
is not the object of his search, but truth. Does 
he come in contact with anything unaccountable 
or new, he rests not till reason and investigation 
have done all they can to cast light upon it. He 
loves truth more than notoriety, and the success¬ 
ful solution of a problem in nature or science 
^Ill- 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. loves truth more than notoriety, and the success- 
“THE DAY OF DEATH IS DARK.” ful solution of a problem in nature or science 
- gives him more pleasure than all the garlands of 
Is it a dark day for the warrior when he rests fame. m, o. 
Fashionable society contrives very ingeniously T l a e . , , , ? ° 
. , , , , . J _.. , . , Is it a dark day for the warrior when he rests fame. m. o. 
to dcs roy the happmess of its votaries. It makes from the battle he bas when the laurels are Batler> wis ., 1859 . 
them live for others, not for themselves and yet Qn his biw ? _ dark for the t est . togsed mar . -- 
bestows none of those substantial joys which fol- . , , . , ., , , , , , . , , 
, „ Tr , J iner who has gained the post he had despaired to THE POET’S SLEEP, 
low self-denial. The New York Tvmei > says: enter ? Jg it a dark . day for the cherub child who> - 
a in , an ^ rown s one ion a ove * n a moment’s warning, is snatched away from Tiiat sensitive organization which causes vivid 
ee ~ P ' r ’ ai y * iaie ’ ? XCe ,^ ° n * 1C 0cca810n 0 a thiscold clime to one where flowers forever bloom, impressions, that fertility of the mind that makes 
grea sprea , am it as le an o a lery mceo and skies are forever blue; and ban it be a dark R, as Herbert says, a kingdom, accounts for the 
mai in morning gown an cur papers across day f or the Christian, who has come up through peculiar enjoyment of sleep by the poets, both as 
e ween 11 on precision an pain u eso a ion. g rea ^ tribulation, wHen lie slxall receive tiie pl&udit a vital fact and a subject of contemplation. Its 
THE POET’S SLEEP. 
That sensitive organization which causes vivid 
Everything exists in a state of bagginess. The 
sofa is a mute, inglorious corpse in a dimity wind- 
“ Well done good and faithful servant!” 
luxury has never been more attractively set forth 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
THE RECORDING SPIRIT. 
The sun lias through his full course rushed, 
The western clouds have faintly blushed, 
And once again earth’s din is hushed,— 
The spirit of another day 
Has penned its record, and away 
Has fled on the last glimmering ray. 
Ho watched thee as each moment passed, 
The first, the second, and the last 
That sped with thee along so fast; 
He saw thy gay honrs and thy sad ; 
Ho marked thy good deeds and thy bad, 
And every thought which thou hast had 
Of evil, or of right, is known 
To that swift spirit who has flown 
From earth to yon Eternal Throne. 
The record which he bore away, 
With others, too, in strong array, 
Will meet thee on a comiug day. 
Not only all the sleeping dead, 
But e’en the hairs which crown thy head 
Hare numbered been by Him who’s fled; 
Nor has thy bosom heaved a sigh, 
Nor gushed a teardrop from thine eye, 
Whose record does not stand on high. 
The pages of that book unfold 
Many a bloody crime untold, 
Whose only cause was madd’ning gold. 
And many a proof that earnest prayer 
Can shield thee from temptation’s snare, 
In glowing type, is written there. 
And hast thou friends in heaven ? If so, 
Didst ever think how oft they go 
And read that book thy deeds to know ? 
Ah, weep they not, if tears there be 
In a spirit’s eye from sin set free, 
Such black and fearful lines to see ? 
There hastes a day when thou shalt look 
Upon the pages of that book, 
And read tho doom thyself hast took. 
Oil, write it, then, with greatest care, 
And place no damning sentence there, 
But mingle every line with prayer. 
Disco, Mich., 1859. A. J. 0. 
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Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
THE SABBATH. 
This life is but a probation, the first stage of an than by Tennyson in his “Palace of Sleep,” and “When the heavens and the earth were finish- 
mg-s ee . ec airs are pu away in aprons an end i ess existence,—why should we fear to enter “Sleeping Beauty;” and one of the bitterest ed and all the host of them, God rested on the 
pantalettes. 1 le chandelier wraps its night-gown tbesecond? All the knowledge we acquire here we touches in the “ Locksley Hall ” is the “drunken seventh day, wherefore God blessed the seventh 
aroun i esu ers are c ose o -eep iom can carry w jth UB _ this is the only imperishable sleep” of the unloved bridegroom; Shelley cele- day, and sanctified it.” Well did the morning 
d mg e carpe s, an on y lere an ere, wea i tb we can accumu l a t e i n this world,—this is brates its “mighty calmness;” and Wilson’s Ode stars sing together, and all the sons of God shout 
through the cracks, a little bit of scared light -- . - o. o > 
° lii’ , • , k pure gold which pays better for the search than all to a Sleeping Child is full of pathos; Keats enfolds for joy, as looking through the vista of coming 
peeps in an oo s aroun , in a remu ous an tbie m i nes 0 f California. But, here, how slowly it in a classic voluptuousness. How exquisite is years, they saw all the blessings which would ac- 
sic yway. 'Aery ing sme so 0 an > w r e gather knowledge,-n what hard work we have the description of Madeline asleep : crue to man from this institution,— indicative of 
an every img oo s as l l consi eie jou ear to comprehend the ge,o^aphy of this little planet, “Blissfully havened both from joy and pain ; the Eternal Sabbath above, 
u J nnpei men uring o come an 18 ,ir — there we shall stride Rapidly on in our celestial Clasped like a missal where swart Paynims pray; The Sabbath is always and everywhere beauti- 
i s e egan use essness an rown men repose. education. That bright comet which we saw Blinded alike from sunshine and from rain, f u I» As the dawning light throws open its sacred 
is wrv mu oh liko ornimr into a fflmilv vault nftor c ..i ..u., . . .. o b ~ ooucu 
, JJ-.V w WUUUIOUI.UU wc Bcupaimr ui ill 
fully impertinent for daring to come and disturb , 7 , ,, , i 
, , ,, —there we shall stride ‘rapidly on in ou 
its elegant uselessness and brown linen repose. It , ,. , , . , 
, ... . . , ... ... education. That bright comet which 
is very much like going into a family vault after . . .. , . ° , , , 
“Blissfully havened both from joy and pain ; 
Clasped like a missal where swart Paynims pray; 
Blinded alike from sunshine and from rain, 
i -a ■ a k • i- i *• -*k . careering in its orbit through the heavens yester- -as tuougn. a rose s/iouta smt, ana be a bud again, portals, what a throng of hallowed memories rush 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. | an epi ernic, an avmg a ive y miewi a par y njght no i on g er be a source of mystery and Notwithstanding the eloquent beauty and the into every willing heart, and brood with a dore- 
f l d ’d 11 n l’ ih • ftl h wonder to us, for, if Astronomy is true,—and who profound truth of such apostrophes, perhaps the like peace over the slumbering world We in- 
As tAougA a rose sAould shut, and be a bud again." porta , 8( wbat a throng of hallowed memories rush 
Notwithstanding the eloquent beauty and the into every willing heart, and brood with a dore- 
MEMENTOES OF THE PAST. , id d di rv t ih T‘ f h wonder to us, for, if Astronomy is true,—and who profound truth of such apostrophes, perhaps the like peace over the slumbering world. We in- 
- te eci e y i e as-ing e mis ress o e ouse doubtg it ?_ thousands, it may be hundreds of indirect and casual references of the bards to sleep, stinctively allow our memories to float backward 
The memory of the olden time. 0! how it w e oesn comp e e e pic ure y pu ing thousands of these splendid bodies are coursing more nearly hint its benign economy and its latent and gaze at its onward march through the track 
comes rushiDg over my heartto-day, as I sit alone U P he clothes-lines in the parlors, and hanging their j oyoug j ourney through infinite space, and significance. Thus criticism has recognized a 0 f time, like a guiding pillar of fire or a refresh- 
in the place hallowed by so many youthful associa- U ^ (s e , We . L ’ 8 ’ in our second stage of existence, we may be able peculiar aptness in the phrase of Shakspere—“how ing pillar of cloud, interweaving with all its light 
tions, more lovely and holy than it is often the Jot Soberly, this show-shop arrangement, which to comprebend tbeir structure, to examine them sleeps the moonlight on this bank;” sotothepoint new beams of discovery and promise, until now it 
of man or woman but once to experience. Yes, ma ' e8 ome a nuisance, an rives fa er and son for ourse lves, and, as Dr. Dick, observes “gofrom of Collin’s description of Fear is that on the “ridgy stands forth more beautiful than when its rays 
once in the life of all there is a time of vernal 0 . ” ors or a ° r W 1C . eir °. wn star to star to view the handiwork of God.” Here steep” of “some loose overhanging rock, he were reflected from the tiny dew-drops, or imbibed 
bloom, when fragrant flowers spring up around nouse 18 ,ar “ 00 De ™ a “ ord them, is a growing we cannot imagine b(w beings, at all constituted throws himself to sleep.” Leigh Hunt utters a by the flowers of Eden,—more awful than when 
our path, and Hope whispers that they are ever- usance, an ics a lie bot om of halt the social ag we are> c(m liye Qn the interior p i anet8) Me r- natural exclamation in his vigil by a sick child— it was proclaimed by the thunder-toned trumpet 
living-when the mind, exulting in its glorious . Ucn a “ an c ° mes dorQe atter fatigues curj) fer in st an ce,— where the mean temperature “ sleep breathes at last from out thee.” Talfourd 0 f Sinai. It stretches up its hand to heaven, and 
freedom, soars to reach at once the heights which ot business, he doesn t want a show-wife nor a mugt be hot ag boiling water,—or, in the other well attributes an invigorating rest to the “select- plucking beauties which “bloom eternal” upo» 
maturity alone can scale—when the earth seems a sll J )W ‘ 8tl0 P bouse - " e doesn J wa,lt an ,nv is ible extreme, how life can be sustained in Neptune, est fountains of repose;” and Coleridge has a fine the green banks of the “ River of Life,” it strews 
paradise, unsullied by the feet of Sin, and Fancy P aace > 11 ,l viai c ome ‘ e Tf' n ’ 3 S ° m ® !J Dg the exterior or outermost planet in our system, expression in the Ancient Mariner: them at the feet of every humble worshiper. 
paradise, unsullied by the feet of Sin, and Fancy the exterior or outermost planet in our system, 
paints her most gorgeous landscapes, luxuriant made to wear and use, and allowed to be used after w bere water can exist but as a solid, and to the 
with golden fruit, to be ours with the simple tts kind, lie wants chairs that he can lean back «<• „.— -- it- 
grasp. This is the time of youth. Slowly, but in ’ and carpets made to be walked on ; and a down tQ tbe gize of a gtar> Hundreds of such 
surely, the realities of life creep over our path, at hduse a a ov ’ er; . add a .7‘ fe a ° d children mygterieg puzzle and bewilder the student in She sent the gentle sleep from heaven mate and inanimate, seems to know and welcome 
first dimly and in misty obscurity, like the sub- whose ai y oug is how i can all be made Agtr0 nomy, for, alas! here we see “through a That slid into my soul;” its coming. Every sound which breaks upon the 
dued sunshine of the early summer; dreamy happies c leenest, most tnoroughly comfortable glass darkly ,” but in the bright day ahead we while Mrs. Browning describes the aspect of death earseemsmellowedintonotesofexquisite^weet- 
hoursof life’s rising sun, when the mind strives to Ir 1 • -^-,- shall “ see face to face.” as “ long disquiet merged in rest.” ness,—the rivulet glides with a gentler murmur- 
read the foreshadowing of its sober destiny, the COLOR AND DRESS. The great telescope, Mr. Craig’s, has revealed An infinite variety of epithets might be gleaned the birds send forth their sweetest strains,—the 
fulfillment of which forms a leaf in the biography - thousands of stars so distant that a ray of light from Shakspeare to the same effect, as when he spirit of beauty takes possession of the hours and 
of mankind, written in living characters of imper- You ought never to buy an article because you from them takes sixty thousand years to reach our ca ^ s ®l ee P a “ golden dew,” and compares patience j ea ds them on from the time the sun rises above 
ishable beauty. can afford it. The question is, whether it is suita- earth —or, in other words, the light by which we *° tke “ mulDigbt sleep.” But it is in its relation bis eastern hills, until he hides his brightness be- 
That glorious youth is the time of which I write, ble to your position, habits and the rest of your would see them to-night left those stars sixty thou- to the passions that he has treated of this mystery hind the pleasant glories of the western sky.— 
when we were a band of merry boys and girls, wardrobe. There are certain clothes that require sand y ears ago. As Mr. Craig remarks, “ the of our being as only the Poet of Nature can. How Aud when the Sabbath-bell sends forth its pealing 
The school-house was not an old, or a red one, a carriage to be worn in, and are unfit for walking very stars themselves may have been extinguished memorably the wakefulness of Remorse is unfolded notes, chiming in sweet concord with the beauties 
but new and white. We had no brook to cross, in the streets. Above all, do not buy wearing in space, and still appear to us to shine on from in Macbeth!—of Jealousy in Othello, whom “not 0 f nature, methinks earth can present no lovelier 
but there was one down the great hill, and a beau- apparel because it is miscalled cheap. There is no the light transmitted to us in past ages, on the P°PP7 nor mandragora, nor all the drowsy syrups sce n e . 
tiful place it was in the warm, bright summer, such thing; cheap clothes are dear to wear. The same theory that we do not see the stars in the of the world, can medicine to that sweet sleep he The only discordant notes which are heard are 
We reveled amid the trees and rejoiced by the article is unsalable because it is either ugly, vul- place they really occupy; or the sun in the place knew but yesterday,”—of haunted and cruel ambi- Prom ma n, for whom the Sabbath was created_ 
dancing brook till our cup of happiness was full gar, or entirely out of date. One reason why you it was eight minutes before we looked at it, as it tion in tb e dream of Richard, and of fantasy in He will not allow all this glory to have its design- 
—yet mine was not so full that after years did not see colors ill-arranged is, that the different articles takes time for light to travel; though it does Mercutio’s description of Queen Mab; how chastely ed effect upon him, but would willingly raise his 
drink it all. The other girls had their boyish are purchased each for its own imagined virtues, move with the rapidity of twelve millions of miles beautiful the sleep of Imogen, how innocent that tiny hand to pluck from God’s Holy Day its robe 
lovers and I had mine, for now I remember a and without any thought of what it is to be worn every minute.” There are, too, according to Mr. of the infants in the Tower! How Duncan’s ven- 0 f hallowed rest, and mar the perfect picture. Sad 
fancy wedding by an old gray stone on the mossy with. Women, while shopping, buy what pleases Craig’s supposition, suns and systems stretching erable sleep unnerved his murderer’s hand! How indeed must be the state of those who will shut 
hillside. There, where the blue sky bent tenderly the eye on the counter, forgetting what they have away and away beyond those revealed to our gaze, profoundly Hamlet muses of its relation to immor- t be j r hearts against all the sweet,wooinginfl»i- 
above us, and the swaying trees nodded assent to got at home. That parasol is pretty, but it will and which, to even his powerful telescope, appear- 8leep — perchance to dream!”—and e n Ce s ( which would fill them with love and praise 
the mimic ceremony, Rufus Allen called me his kill by its color one dress in the buyer’s wardrobe, ed a dim light, but which he supposes will yet be how natural, in the midst of the supernatural, the Qq D> an d willfully trample, not onlv upon 
little wife. We all thought it very nice—and so it and be unsuitable for all others. An enormous defined and resolved into separate stars or suns Ghost’s allusion to his custom in life “ of an after- (Jod’s command, but upon their own most blessed 
was. I wondered if I ever should be really mar- sum of money is spent yearly upon women’s dress; as the before mentioned have been. noon” to sleep. Cleopatra’s wonderous fascina- pr j T il ege . Man may say, I will use the Sabbath 
ried, but I have ceased wondering now, since my yet how seldom a dress is so arranged as to give We will now close this too lengthy paper in the tion is indicated memorably in death: for my own pleasure,_I will not interfere with 
maiden love has been turned to its fountain, and the beholder any pleasure ! To be magnificently words of a rare lover of and writer on astronomy: “ She looks like sleep others,_but this cannot be. We are all so placed 
the reservoir at last removed. It was not Rufus dressed certainly costs money; but to be dressed “ When we cast a rude glance upon the evening As ehe would 8nare another Antony by Divine Providence that each has an influence,— 
Allen that I loved so much. His was not the with taste is not expensive. It requires good sky, we behold a few whitish spaces, which may In her strong toil of grace!” from the highest to the lowest, all are so joined in 
ardent and impulsive nature which my earnest sense, knowledge, refinement. We have seen fool- appear as no more than an accidental tinge across And what a comprehensive epitaph is this— a social compact that no one can fall without 
spirit sought. It was a mercenary disposition, ish gowns, arrogant gowns. Women are too often the firmament, but which are, in reality, composed “after life’s fitful fever he sleeps well?” or where drawing down others. 
and young as he was (only thirteen,) his conver- tempted to imitate the dress of each other, without of millions of splendid suns, where not a single shall we find in the same space a better picture or The steps which lead to the desecration of the 
sation was of sheep and cattle, dollars and cents, considering “the difference of climate and com- orb can be seen by the naked eye. The distance, philosophy of the whole subject than in King Sabbath are easy and regular, and may tempt you 
and of his future farm in Ohio. Surely, he was plexion.” The colors which go best together are the number, and the magnitude of these brilliant Henry’s familiar soliloquy ?— H. T. Tuckerman. to follow’ them, but shun them as you would a 
the exterior or outermost planet in our system, expression in the Ancient Mariner: them at the feet of every humble worshiper, 
where water can exist but as a solid, and to the “ O, Sleep! it is a gentle thing, A Sabbath in a crowded city is beautiful, but to 
inhabitants of which our sun must have dwindled Beloved from pole to pole! my nffod a Sabbath in the solemn stillness of the 
down to the size of a star. Hundreds of such To Mary Queen the praise be gire*— country is far more sublime. All nature both ani- 
mysteries puzzle and bewilder the student in She sent the gentle sleep from heaven mate and inanimate, seems to know and welcome 
Astronomy, for, alas! here we see “through a That slid into my soul;” its coming. Every sound which breaks upon the 
glass darkly,” but in the bright day ahead we while Mrs. Browning describes the aspect of death ear seems mellowed into notes of exquisite sweet- 
shall “see face to face.” aa “long disquiet merged in rest.” ness.— therivulet slides with a seutler murmur— 
--»- shall “ see face to face.” as " long disquiet, merged in rest.'' ness,— therivulet glides with a gentler murmur— 
COLOR AND DRESS. The great telescope, Mr. Craig’s, has revealed An infinite variety of epithets might be gleaned the birds send forth their sweetest strains,—the 
- thousands of stars so distant that a ray of light from Shakspeare to the same effect, as when he Bp i r it of beauty takes possession of the hours and 
You ought never to buy an article because you from them takes sixty thousand years to reach our calls slee P a “ golden dew,” and compares patience i eads them on from the time the sun rises above 
can afford it. The question is, whether it is suita- earth—or, in other words, the light by which we to tk e “ midnight sleep.” But it is in its relation b j s eastern hills, until he hides his brightness be- 
ble to your position, habits and the rest of your would see them to-night left those stars sixty thou- to passions that he has treated of this mystery b ; nd t be pleasant glories of the western sky.— 
“ She looks like sleep 
As ehe would snare another Antony 
In her strong toil of grace !” 
privilege. Man may say, I will use the Sabbath 
for my own pleasure,— I will not interfere with 
others,— but this cannot be. We are all so placed 
by Divine Providence that each has an influence,— 
from the highest to the lowest, all are so joined in 
and of his future farm in Ohio. Surely, he was plexion.” The colors which go best together are the number, and the magnitude of these brilliant Henry’s familiar soliloquy ?— H. T. Tuckerman. 
as good a specimen of a rustic farmer’s son as green with violet; gold color with dark crimson or globes overpower the imagination; the grandeur - -- 
ever entered into the conceptions of a city belle, lilac; pale blue with scarlet; pink with black or and magnificence connected with such august Conversation. —Conversation may be too timid 
ne w aited on me to and from the little singing- white, and gray with scarlet or pink. A cold objects are utterly overwhelming. We cannot and respectful to be either pleasant or profitable, 
school where wo sang Ortonville, Lanesboro, color generally requires a warm tint to give life to comprehend the extent of the solar system, or It is the collision of the flint and steel that brings 
Dundee, Marlow, and a score of other tunes—dear it. Gray and pale blue, for instance, do not com- even the dimensions of the sun ; but what is one the fire out. Southey says, finely and truly: 
' - deadly viper, for if you begin with no Sabbath, you 
Conversation. —Conversation may be too timid will end with no God. m. i. g. 
and respectful to be either pleasant or profitable. Newark, N. Y., 1859. 
to our fathers and mothers, for the teacher was an bine well, both being cold colors.— Dicken’s “ All sun or one system, in the presence of twenty 
old-fashioned man. the Year Round. ” millions of suns, perhaps far exceeding ours in 
This school-boy preference was not destined to *-•-« magnitude and splendor, and forty times that 
last, and now California is his fortune s home, or It requires not time nor proof to make virtuous number of mighty globes that revolve around 
his silent grave. His sordid soul may feast on hearts coalesce; there is a language without them? What is the number of the inhabitants 
glittering baubles, all his own, and his untimely sounds, a recognition, independent of visual of earth to the countless myriads that populate 
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grave may be made in Pluto’s secret caves, 
Yet life with love were sweeter far, 
Though poverty his lot; 
And Death has less of victory 
Witiiin the native cot. 
“ There is a pleasure in frank dialogue, 
When mind meets mind in free and full debate; 
Men may live years and never know the strength 
That is in others or within themselves.” 
Either there is dignity in intellectual rank, or 
organs, which acknowledges the kindred of con- this universe of solar systems! Language is there is not; if there is, no other rank is needed; - 
genial souls almost in the moment they meet, inadequate to express the emotions of the mind if there is not, no other rank can give it; for dig- Beautiful was the reply of a venerable man to 
The virtuous mind knoweth its brother in the when we reflect upon such a stupendous scene ; nity is not an accident, but a quality.— G. II. the question, whether he was still in the land of 
—Jane Porter. . - • . - - . . ’ ■ * ■ . 
Only Believe. —Jesus himself had no higher 
remedy for sin, for sorrow, and for suffering, than 
these two words convey. At the utmost extremity 
of his own distress, and of his disciples' wretch¬ 
edness, he could only say, “ Let not your hearts be 
troubled; ye believe in God, believe also in me.” 
“ Believe, only believe.” 
Beautiful was the reply of a venerable man to 
but it is sufficient to call into lively exercise all ‘ Lewes. 
the living: “ No, but I am almost there.’ 
