MOORE'S RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 
€\)t Hural $ook. 
THE TTO CARPENTERS: 
A SKETCH FOR MECHANICS. 
BY SYLVANUS COBB, JR. 
“Ah, Charley, I had a glorious time last tlemeh who accompanied him. Mr. White 
night,” said Ludlow Weston, with a heavy and Ludlow Weston wondered what it all 
yawn, as the two apprentices met before meant. 
breakfast. ' “ Well, sir,” at length said he who held 
“ So did I,” returned Charles. the plan, “ 1 am not a little surprised that 
“ At your dry books, eh ? ” ono like you should have designed and 
“Yes.” drawn this; but, nevertheless, you aro a 
“ Well. I don’t envy you. Egad, Charley lucky man. Your plan has been acceptod 
the recollections of last night’s supper and in every feature, and your recommendations 
Xabita’ 
Dtpartirmrt. 
BABYHOOD. 
Charles Bracket and Ludlow Weston j ride will give me enjoyment for a month.” j have all been adopted. 
were apprentices to a carpenter by the 
name of Jonas White. They were nearly 
of tiie same age, about nineteen, and they 
were both of them of remarkably good dis- 
“ And tiie recollections of my last night’s 
study may benefit me for a lifetime.” 
“ Bah !” said Ludlow. But the very man- 
The effect of this announcement upon 
Charles Bracket was like an electric shock. 
Objects seemed to swim before his eyes, and 
complain of his requirements. , t 
Charley ” said Ludlow Weston, one eve- have not got to work tins afternoon. Aow 
nine after they had closed their labors upon what do you say to joining the party on tin 
a house that Mr. White was erecting, “let P«nd ? Wo have got.the boats engaged 
us have a ride this evening.” and we are g° in S t0 a ca P dal t,me — 
“ No,” returned Charles Bracket, as ho re- 1 going to carry Sophia, and you mus 
moved his apron. The answer was short, tako Mary and go with us. 
but yet it was kindly spoken. “ I am sorry that I must disappoint you 
“ Come, do,” ur«ed Ludlow. “ It will be Lud ; but the old professor at the academy 
ner in whieli he uttered it showed that he ho grasped tho edge of his bench for sup- 
did not exactly mean it. port. 
A month had passed away, and and it was “ Gentlemen,” said Mr. White, “ I do not 
Saturday morning. understand this. What does it all mean?’ 
“Charley,” said Ludlow Weston, “wo “It means, sir, that this young man has 
have not got to work this afternoon. Now, designed a complete and perfect architec- 
what do you say to joining the party on the tural plan lor tho new Stato House, and 
pond? Wo have got. the boats engaged, that it has been unanimously adopted by 
and we are going to have a capital time.— tho committee, from among fifty others 
I’m going to carry Sophia, and you must which they liavo received from different 
take Mary and go with us.” * parts of the country.” 
“ I am sorry that I must disappoint you, “ Charles, uttered the old carpenter, 
a beautiful evening, and we can have a first- 
rate time. Won’t you go t” 
“ I cannot, Lud.” 
“But why V ■ 
Lud ; but the old professor at tho academy, "'iping a pride-sent tear from his cheek as 
as he has no school this afternoon, has he gazed upon his former apprentice, “ when 
promised to give me somo assistance in my d ‘ d y GU do t ^ 1 ^ s r 
studies in mensuration, and it would be a “ Three weeks a 
“ Because I am otherwise engaged, and miss the opportunity. 
disappointment to both him and myself to 
beside, I. haven't the money to spare. 
“ O, bother your mensuration ! 
“ Inree weeks ago, sir. 
“ And that’s what kept you up so late ev¬ 
ery night for a whole week ?” 
“ Yes, sir.” 
“ There’s a powerful genius there, sir,” 
“ Never iiiiud the engagement, but come along. Mary Waters will think you aro "lneres a poweriui genius t 
along and I will pay the expenses.” ! really mean, for Sophia Cross will be sure to said the spokesman ot the visitor 
If evcr [ join with a companion in any tell her what a fine time she had with me. 
\ , • _ r u..’x ” _ni-1^ 
pastime that involves pecuniary expense. I 
shall always pay my share; but to-night 
Lud, I have an engagement with myselt.” 
" And what can it be. Charley 
“I borrowed a book of Mr. White a few 
“ No, Mary won’t,” returned Charles. 
“ Ay,” returned Mr. White, “ and there 
has been deep and powerful application 
“ After I have finished my lesson, I am there, too. Charles Bracket has been with 
I am going to take a horse and chaise, and n j e Horn a boy, sir, and every moment ot 
carry her out to visit her sick aunt, where his leisure time has been devoted to the 
we shall spend the Sabbath. However, I intense study. . 
days since, and I promised to return it as hope you will have a good time, and I be- The gentleman looked kindly, flatteringly 
soon as I finished it, I desire to do so as soon liove you will too.” upon the young man, and then turning to 
as possible, so 1 must devote this ovening to Mary Waters and Sophia Cross wore both Mr. W lute ho saul 
reading” of them good girls, and they really loved the “ He has not only given us the design, but, 
- Anil what is tho subject, pray ?” asked youths, whose attentions they were respect- as y° u can se o> he has calculated to a nicety 
ivnlv receiving Charles and Ludlow had the number of bricks, the surface of stone, 
Charles and Ludlow had 
Lu( llow. ively receiving. Charles and Ludlow had tne numoer or docks, wio sunace ui swue, 
“ The History of Architecture,” returned already talked of marriage, and they looked tj 10 quantity ot lumber, the weight, lengt i, 
Charles Bracket. forward to that important event with much Slze - and fe™ the required non, as well 
“ O bah ! Such drv stuff as that!” promise of joy, and all who knew them had as the quantity ot other materials, and the 
“ It's not dry, I assure you, Lud.” reason to believe that thoy both would make cost construction. It is a valuable doc- 
“ It mav not he to you, but it is to me.— good husbands. ument. 
What, poring over architecture all night, , Thus time glided away. Both of tho Ludlow Weston was diimb. IIo hung 
after working hard at it all day T young men laid up some money, and they down his head, and thought of the contempt 
“ Yes,” returned Charles ; “ because I am were both steady at their work, but Charles ke laf casfc u P on „ us companion s studios, 
thus enabled to learn more of the difl'oront pursued his studies with unremitting dili- ’ Mr. Bracket, continued the visitor, 1 
branches of our business.” gence, while Ludlow could never see any am authorized by the State Committee, to 
am authorized bv the State Committee, to 
aOOllL me Cell UBIlLtU S llctuu cU m nunv. huuuiod UI DV/uuo, woic CAL1V.A P . . , 
I shall ever find use for. I don’t seethe powers, trigonometry, and a thousand other struclion for your soiv.ces as supciintend- 
uso after a poor fellow lias been tied up to things that his companion spent so much mg architect. 1 ho first named sum I \vi l 
mortices, grooves, sills, rafters, sleepers, and time over. P a 7 you now, and before I leave, I would 
such matters, all day leg. to drag ‘away tho -- «?I»™ irom al ’ s "’ 01 ' * tho 
nio-ht in studying the same stuff all over Two years were soon swallowed up in tho committee s proposition. 
. “ in » J vortex of time, and Charles and Ludlow Before the delegation returned to S——, 
lS? “Ah Lud” replied Charles Brackett, were free. They both were hired by their Charles had received his thousand dollars 
« you don’t tako the right view of the mat- old master, and for several months they cash, and accepted the offer for supermtend- 
ter. Everyman makes himself honorable worked on, in the town where Mr. White ing the erection of the State House. 
plies himself to its perfection. It is not bride s mother. mueuu ouusen u.u 
the calling or the trade that makes the man, “Ain’t you over going to get married ?” thought that a carpenter could be such a 
but it’s the honest enterprise with which asked Ludlow, as he and Charles wero at man.’ 
that calling is followed. In looking about work together. “And why not a carpenter as well as any 
for a business that should give me a support “As soon as lean got a house to put a oner It only requires study and applica¬ 
tor a business that should give me a support “ As soon as I can got a house t 
through life, I hit upon and chose tho one wife into,” quietly returned Charles, 
in which we are now engaged, and when I “ Why, you can hire one at any time.” 
did so I resolved that I would make myself “ I know that: but I wish to own one.” 
useful in it. Wo have something besides “Then poor Mary Waters will have to 
mere physical strength to employ and cul- wait a long time, I’m thinking.” 
tivato; we have a mind that must labor, and “ Perhaps so,” Charles said, with a smile, 
that mind will labor at something. Now, Then Ludlow whistled a tuno as ho con- 
physical labor alone is tedious and unthank- tinned his work. 
ful; but when we combine the mental.and “Boys,” said Mr. White, as he came into 
“And why not a carpentor as well as any 
one ? It only requires study and applica¬ 
tion.” 
“ But all men aro not like you.” 
“ Because all men don’t try. Let a man 
set his eyes upon an honorable point, and 
then follow it steadily, unwaveringly, and 
he will bo sure to reach it. All men may 
not occupy tho same sphoro, and it would 
not bo well that they should; but there are 
few who may not reach to a degree of hon- 
phvsical and make them assist each other, his shop ono morning, where Charles and orablo eminence m any trade or profession, 
then we’find labor a source of comfort. Ludlow wero at work, “ we aro soon likely no matter how humble.it may be. 
_ _ 1 _On! round eyes of babyhood! with the 
evanescont sparkle, the sudden cloud, the 
Wnttcu for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. quick languor, the dreamy, wandering glan- 
GONE. ces, how beautiful aro ye ! Like a pair of 
BV WM. edward - knowles. new fl « d ged birds, uncertain whether to soar 
- towards heaven, or rest upon earth, ye nit 
Many lambs are daily folded, from vision to vision, wearing all tints, as 
To the bosom of their lord,; the struggling soul catches light after light; 
Aud to angel forms are moulded, - how do yo make, within tho circle of your I 
As the speakmg of His word. influence, happier hearts than ever lived • 
And our homes are filled with sorrow, before, because a new jewel has been added 
For the early, gifted dead, to the little treasure of earthly gems. Oh! 
Mourning hopeless for the morrow, round, soft cheeks of babyhood ! how many 
We will not be comforted. hopes melt in kisses upon thy fair surface, 
Darkness reigns within our dwellings, onl y t0 take nOW formS > as mista mG lt into 
Shutting out the light of Faith, rainbows! What loving, high and holy 
And with grief our hearts are swelling, thoughts beat beneath thee, in a mothers 
Wijiie a sigh precedes each breath. bosom ! what gentle glances bend above 
, „ , „thee ! what multitudes of caressing fingers 
And the mists of fear and doubt, zander lightly over thee and linger upon 
But what seems as gloomy to US, thy bloom ! Who loveth not thy velvet 
Are the star-lights shining out. smoothness, thy spotless purity, thy dimples, 
beautiful cheeks of babyhood ? 
They may shine but dim and faintly, (J h I rip e, ( J evvV Ups of babyhood ! bright- 
Aik seem vei e h oreourejes, than the rose-crimson, riper than the 
Soon from out the gloom will rise. ? her J7 dlsSo1 wlt , h fwectUOSS; half pout¬ 
ing, hall smiling; ah ! precious lips ot ba- 
Theyr’re not dead—the lambs that perished, byhood, what Sternest anchorite but would 
And were taken from our view ; press those fresh fiuds, and inhale their 
They are angeis-fondly cherished- swe etncss with rapture. May the Holy One 
And are born with life anew. , TT • ■ 1 ,. J , , 
set His seal upon them ; may no dark pro- 
Day by day, our thoughts are turning fanity shadow their loveliness; may sweet 
To the mounds where they were lain, words from them linger about the broken 
And the heart, in sorrow yearning, hearted, may they bless the poor, and al- 
Caiis unto the loved again. ways, oh always, give forth melody unto the 
iu our hearts we keep the token, heart of her who never knew a holier earth- 
of the love they bore us here, ly love,—thy mother. Oh, round lips of 
And our sorrow, though unspoken, babyhood, looking through thy softly mould- 
oft will call their spirits near. ed entrance, we shudder as we think that 
Often there’s a sweet communion, out ol the mouth ot man pioceed all horii- 
Of the living with the dead; hie iniquities, that out of the mouth of man 
And of hearts a long re-union, —and thou art but a little, tender one— 
As in Fancy’s walks they tread. come blasphemies against the Almighty, the 
Then dispel the gloomy feeling, g rGat Creator who gave thee being: 
And the fear of anguish stay, Mother, guard those portals; their beau- 
Moming clouds are but concealing fy may not lade foi long, long years; but 
Glories of the coming day. what if that beauty be like the gilded shroud, 
-~—-under which a loathsome corpse may lie ? 
For the Rural New-Yorker. From thy lips to those that so fondly and 
MEMORY. curiously work with feelings to which none 
- but a mother may respond.—from thy lips 
There are some strings of* the heart to those, let nothing of anger, nothing of 
which vibrate pleasantly to the touch of the hatred, nothing of infidelity fall. 
Make those lips the sacred entrance to an 
magician memory-winch pleasingly vibrate innocent? gentl( & eart . train them that they 
and send a molody as of distant music ma y g r j ove when sin has found an entrance 
thrilling through the soul. These chords there, that they may move with artless pray- 
are not strung in childhood but in older er, and lisp to be forgiven, lrain them to 
years they are susceptible of overy-even smiles and not to repinings; train them to 
\ , , , , . \ sympathy, and never to scorn and contempt, 
tho slightest touch, and, as in the breath- - roun j an d pure brow of babyhood ! 
ings of tho soft toned lyre, discord is lost in what little, curious hopes are just unfolding 
tho harmony of the strains. Gently doth their newly fledged wings beneath thy mar- 
the touch of memory’s finger sweep the ble fairness! Art thou to be the dome of 
strings, and gentle visions of quiet ioy are greatness? to harbor glorious thoughts whroh 
sung. Sadly is tho heart lyre struck, and a q ar j. cr j mes that shall render these infamous 
mournful strain responds. The musician beyond thy fellows ? Oh, round brow of 
is joyous and his heart swells with enjoy- babyhood, would thou couldst ever be as un- 
ment, and the lyre responds in tones which stained as now ! ' 
•G, v. 1 . .. Oh, soft, silken locks of babyhood ! fail¬ 
ure in unison with hw spirit —the world 0 ’ o b ^ ghtly upon thft w bj t p temples, 
seems happy with him, and nature wears a cur ij P g over tho dimpled throat, lifted by a 
sweeter, brighter aspect. Sorrow cometh breath, with tho sunlight turning them to 
on us; how sad tho strain of tho heart, gold,—how, when the little feet trip lightly 
wailing, mournful, but full of sweetness music to the mother's loving ear, 
. . . „ . , do thy slender threads vibrate, and glisten, 
still. I ais is the music ot tho soul, and an( j j n gof^ sweet confusion upon the 
who shall say that there is an earthly gift bright cheeks, demanding the precious care 
to be prized higher than this ? Who is of a hand ever willing to renew the task and 
there that has not listened to its numbers fold them into smoothness; or in sacred 
. x , , , v , ,, , •, slumber, when the angel of dreams scatters 
with pleasure? and who can say that its „“ t ’ pie8 of sl “ ep 0Ter thee, but even 
tones do not refine and elevate the aims of bolds thee lovingly to her very breast, that 
“ Really, Charley, you aro quite a philos- to have a job 111 
opher, and I suppose what you say is true; House is going u; 
but then l should like to know if it don’t can procure a su 
require some mental labor to keep up with an opportunity ti 
thr> instructions of our boss, now? I do- of the carpenter’ 
tho soul ? 
- --—, -- -——j .. T , ,■ . u ni , , ., wwouui; i no fearful sighs or sounds may fright thy 
to have a job in S-. The now State IW»»!™ »«irv^w I IhaB nelel The heart is like quicksilver; it seizes on ' slumbers, how they beam upoh thi pillow, 
House is going up as soon as the committee js too late lor me to ti\ now. l shall never _ i | ant i ma ke radiant the beautiful face, and 
procure a suitable plan, and I shall have be anything but a journeyman. 
pportunitY to contract for a good share “ I " r bl own, Ludlow, that you have wast- 
penter’s work. 
all that is precious and assimilates it to its and ma ke radiant tho beautiful face and 
r . . .. xl , , , stream over the innocent hands that he fold¬ 
ed the best part of your life for study; but 
ciare,‘Tt keeps' me thinking pretty sharply.” “ Good ! We shall have a change of air,” there is yet ? time and opportunity for re- 
«f 'rk..,+ .now ho” o.>i<l niinvlft<i • « but after said Ludlow, in a merry mood. trievement. 
all the oX mentaTfaSr you’perform is That eveningCharlos took his paper from . L 11111 ""' d,tl *7’fi studied and he 
HtenmIy 0U zoiTonly reinember Mr. White’s tho post o.lieefaud in it he fouuL n adver- 
instructions, and then follow them, and in tisement calling for an ai chitectural plan foi £ im jj v un d. er his care and as he had to do¬ 
se doing. you learn nothing but the mere the new State House. He went home 
method of doing the work you are engaged lockedHnmsdi up m his room an d^ devoted gf^to g et ^ hig m J* ’ 
on For instance, you know how long to ha t ot the night on tense toi^ht and Ch;u . les B k gaw tho building he had 
make tho ratters ot tho house wo are now study. The next day he piocured a large , fln tirelv finished and ho received 
building, and you know how to let them in sheet of fine drawing paper, and again be- encomiums of praise from the 
tho plates ; but do vou know tho philosphi- took lumselt to his room, where ho drew out f th St t Business flowed 
eel Ls„u for all this : Do you know why his table, J-dM.pjJ. -d^ojjkbg Ire many 
^;r;x‘” ro 01 rayour,vo ' issr s ^:arrr^: ,nB irrih„ h i: T ^ 
I “ I F kno,V T I *“,*« l !° *f at ^ 1 .rlfolTocTtld aTSe n jof “it Ume 6 h°s hjmedial alt’lr, ho did own bno‘of lho“pr* 
I know flow to do it° P That f is en°ou|h,” an- job was finished. ‘ He rolled his sheet of pa- ^ st ^ t "tliUong eitheT 
sworod Ludlow with much emphasis per carefully up in a substa.mal wrapper ^ dMO ‘ moral } n & fore ™i n g. 
own state, leaving all the crude and dross¬ 
like matters behind. The heart retains 
ed beneath them. 
Oh, babyhood ! thou art a joy and a treas- 
only tho pleasing, the joyous and beautiful, ure, a delicious hope of happiness that dis- 
losing tho ills, wrongs, and asperities of life solves not always with coming years and 
as it grows older and stronger. We travel Gares » a blessing of tho Holy One, whose 
, ,, • i , x x , , best beloved slept m a manger in swaddling 
and return, the mind only rests on the beau- c j ob i ie s, while the shepherds knelt around, 
tiful in tho scenery; the imposing moun- an( j tbe star of promise blazed above Him. 
tain, tho placid lake, the majestic river, and Like Him mavest thou bo sanctified, and by 
the undulating prairie. We leave the home Him redeemed. Olive Branch. 
of our childhoood; our heartcan only re- ---- 
turn to its sunny nooks, its blooming gar- FILIAL AFFE CTION. 
dens, its murmuring streamlet, its melodious The following truthful and beautiful 
warblers, and its happy fireside. paragraphs wo extract from an exchange. 
“ It is not enough for me,” said Charles, and having directed it to tho committee, ho , 
“Every piece of mechanism has a science entrusted it to the. care of stage driver, to j 01 ' 011 
in its composition, and I would be able to bo delivered at its destination in tho city of ia '. . 
Union. When ho led Mary Waters to tho 
hymenial altar, ho did own ono of tho pret¬ 
tiest houses in his native town; nor did 
“poor Mary,” have to wait long, either. 
There is a deop moral in the foregoing, 
for our young mechanical readers, and we 
have no doubt they have, ere this, discov¬ 
ered it .—Gleasons Pictorial. 
The following truthful and beautiful 
paragraphs wo extract from an exchange. 
Our mind is a panorama of life. Child- ! The author is not given : 
hood’s pictures are of blooming schoolmates, 
of tender parents, of loving playfellows, of 
tho best of pets,—in short, our picture of 
A dutiful and obedient daughter always 
makes a devoted and faithful wife. Let no 
man, as he values his own happiness, marry 
a woman of unfilial nature. In spite of the 
in its composition, and 1 would be able to be delivered at its uestmauon m me oi ered Gleason’s'Pictorial 
comprehend that science so as to apply it. -. ' _ 
perhaps, to other uses. In short, Lud, I Nearly three wcoks rolled away and ... , , 
UuldVo master of my business.” Charles began to fear that his labors had When we take up a volume published a 
“ And so would I.' I toll you, Charley, I been useless. It was just after dinner. Mr. centui y or two ago, the fiist chaiacteustic 
believe I could frame a house now.” “ White and his men had commenced work, that strikes us is a certain repose and air 
“Such a one as you have been taught to when four gentlemen entered the shop, of leisure m the very style I he authors 
build Lud.” whoso very appearance at once bespoke seem not in the least haste, they write very 
“Certainly. Everybody must bo taught them to bo men of the highest standing in muchas a country gentleman talks, with his 
• J J J ° sociotv friends from town, as if desirous to prolong 
a “True; and everybody may gain i.n- “Is there a Mr. Charles Bracket here ?” tho , raro deUghts of companionship. A 
provemont upon tho instructions by self- asked one of them. • modern author on the contrary, shows in his 
culture ” “That is tho man, sir,” returned Mr. language that he is infected with the busy 
society. 
“ Is thoro a Mr. Charles Bracket here 
That is the man, sir,” returned Mr. 
“ Then you won’t go to rido this evening ?” White,-pointing to where Charles, in his and progressive spirit of the age. 
lid Ludlow, as they reachod their boarding- checked apron and paper cap, was at work. ‘ 10t kn § er k - Y 1 10 " a y sa e : kut P; 
J The sti-ancer seemed a little surnrised as th ° conclusion of his task by tl 
said Ludlow, as they reachod their boarding- checked apron and paper cap, was at work. j ~.i' 
house. The stranger seemed a little surprised as tl10 conc l 
“ No.” lie turned his eyes upon tho youth, and a recfc wa y 
Here tlfo conevrsation ended. That eve- shade of doubt dwelt upon his features, 
ning Ludlow Weston hired a liorso and “ Is your name Bracket, sir ?” ho asked, as Human 
chaTso, and went to ride; while Charles he went up to whore the young man stood, but treed 
Bracket betook himself to his room, and “ It is, sir,” roplied Charles, trembling with virtue n< 
was soon deoply interested in his History of strong excitement. freedom 
Architecture. Some parts ho would read “Did you draw this plan?” continued vigor or i 
over soveral times so as to thoroughly com- tho stranger, opening a roll ho held ill his ciples of 
prebend them, and occasionally ho would hand. sanctions 
take notes, and copy somo of the drawings. “I did, sir,” answered Charlos, as ho at Quincy. 
Before ho retired to his rest, ho had finishod once recognized his work. ~ 
the hook ; and when he arose tho next morn- “ Did you originate it ?” The fi 
ing. tho subject of his study was fresh and “Every part of it, sir.” cheat ou 
vivid in his mind, and ho felt happy and Tho stranger eyed tho young carpenter Genui: 
satisfied with himself. 
friends from town, as if desirous to prolong 
the rare delights of companionship. A 
modern author on tho contrary, shows in his 
language that he is infected with the busy 
and progressive spirit of the ago. He dares 
not linger by the wayside, hut presses on to 
tho conclusion of his task by tho most di- 
Human happiness has no perfect security 
but freedom;—freedom none hut virtue;— 
virtue none but knowledge; and neither 
freedom nor virtue nor knowledge has any 
vigor or immortal hope, except in the prin¬ 
ciples of the Christian Faith, and in the 
sanctions of the Christian Religion.— Pres. 
Quincy. 
Tiie first and worst of all frauds is to 
cheat ourself; all sin is easy after that. 
Genuine politeness is tho first-born off- 
with a wondering look, and so did the gen- I spring of generosity and modesty. 
sunshine occupies this great compartment of gu ile of Iago, there was much wisdom in his 
the panorama. We grow older, tho child mer- remark to Othello, when exciting tho Moor 
o-es in tho youth, tho pictures aro of youthful t° suspicion of Desdemona s integrity, “She 
f , , . . ^,ii has deceived her father and may thee! 
loves and pleasant yearnings of the heart of Thero }g n0 trait of endearment more 
a few sad partings which from this period be- p fo asan t than the confiding tenderness of a 
come frequent through life. Alas, even young maiden in the care and vigilance of 
from these wo draw mournful consolation j her mother. If she be an only child, tho 
and pleasure, as the bee sucks honey from pleasure with which we contemplate her 
xl _ 1 , : M1 ,, silent and cheerful acquiescence m every 
the most poisonous blooms. Older still, the matornal dictato , is gj-eatly enhanced. - 
student has become the teacher, and new ^ y hen the sentiment of lovo is first awaken- 
interests awaken him to action. His schol- ed in the heart of such a ono, it seems 
ars seem to fade in tho dimness of passing rather to deopen than to divert the stream 
time: thero only remain the pleasant, laugh- °1 ker d ^ a ^ affection. No man should be 
' ., . ,. „ so selfish or so unwise as to desire the les- 
ing Mary, the mischievous, merry Martha, gening of tho pure and holy obedience, 
the sweet, industrious Adaline, the studious w bj c h is the best assurance of his own en- 
Alma, and the arch little witch, Helen; oth- during felicity. Happy is ho who lias won 
er faces seem dim and dreamlike—naught for himself the fond lovo ot a young crea- 
unlovely dwells in the sacred retreat of ture, whose life has been guarded by a moth- 
er s prayers, and into whose spirit the gen- 
memory. tie influences of a mother’s mind have de- 
Time rolls on; heart pictures grow fewer scen ded, like dew into the petals of a flower 
and fewer, life’s struggles aro harder, its which might else have failed in the morning 
contest more sevore, and its pleasures more of’ life. 
alloyed. C. II. Strowger. ' ; ’ 7 ‘ 
Penfieid N Y 1852 Aee thoughts that we do not share in 
tn ‘ _ , _, __ time turn to sadness. — Lamartine. 
On the margin of celestial streams alone - - 1 ' - ~ “ 
those simples grow which cure tho heart Tiie heart makes angels ever of its friends, 
ache.— HyperioTu — Mrs Osgood. 
C. H. Strowger. 
On the margin of celestial streams alone 
those simples grow which cure tho heart 
ache.— Hyperion. 
