MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 
MAY 1. 
Written lor Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
THE THREE HOMES. 
BT KATB CAMERON. 
I hate a home, a pleasant home, ’tig many miles away, 
to the proper growth and development of the mind. 
Jostled as he is by roughly dealing with the world, 
what would man be without the refining and eleva¬ 
ting influence of womanf 
And here arises the question, is her moral nature 
elevated above that of man? It dertainly is not 
below. YY'e have ample proof of her superior for¬ 
titude and power of endurance during extreme 
physical or mental suffering, in many instances 
And there my eyes first looked upon the fresh and bud- compensating for lack of physical strength.— 
ding May. 
’Tis in a peaceful ralley, the verdant hills between, 
Where a sparkling river floweth thro’ its banks of em’rald 
sheen, 
Again, looking abroad over the condition of the j 
world, we find much the greater proportion of ] 
morality in the female part of community. To be ! 
And there the days of childhood, and youth’s gay morn sure, man is exposed to a thousand temptations 
were pass’d, which woman is not, accounting, in part, for his 
Fraught with the fairy risiens that were too bright to deficiency in this respect; still, we think, if woman 
last - was equally exposed to temptation, her power of 
The loved one, who roamed with me then, are widely resigtance would t be greater . Gentle and nn . j 
severed now, ... , , , , , , , . 1 
...... . , r • v assuming m her nature she has not been placed m I 
And Death hath set Ins icy seal on many a fair brow; ... ' ; 
But yet my heart turns to that spot, the fairest I e’er a position which exposes her to every-day inter- ! 
knew, course with a rough and vicious world, her heart j 
. a n .v x. ’ 1 1 • • , r ■ v. assuming in her nature she has not been placed in 
And Death hath set Ins icy seal on many a fair brow; ... r ' 
But yet my heart turns to that spot, the fairest I e’er a position which exposes her to every-day inter- 
k»ew, course with a rough and vicious world, her heart i 
And to the friends still gather’d there, the trusted and the to be corroded and her purity sullied by its influ- 
truet ence, but created a lesser star in the great firma- 
I have a home, a happy home, ’tis near the city’s streets, rucnt of life, she was placed under the protection 
And yet around our cottage bloom, in summer, country and guardianship of stronger man, to be preserved 
sweets; from life’s dangers and wasting storms; to nobly 1 
And here are cluster’d hearts I love, the dearest and the fill and adorn that vacant p]ace in tbe character of 
And my sweet birdling folds her wings within this dear 
home nest. 
mankind; to faithfully fulfill her mission on earth 
as the guardian angel of tried and tempted man, i 
The hand in which I’ve placed mine own, for me smooths a8 a companion and a solace for his weary hours; 
life’s pathway, to sympathize with him in sorrow and distress, ap- 
While words of love and tenderness are showered on me preciating the feelings of the heart as the coarser I 
each day, 
nature of man cannot; to preside with queenly 
My father’^ smiles, my mother's kiss, my sister’s fond grace at the fireside of genial home; to minister 
caress, at Gle couc ]j 0 f the invalid with that tender solici- 
y Tess- br0ther8 ’ tone " ° f gl6e ’ C0 “ bine thiS * POt t0 tude and affectionate care, which gentle woman 
Ah! cold and thankless were my heart, did not its praise alone can % ive ’ to Cal1 0Ut a11 the A^r sensibilities j 
arise of his nature; to be unto him strength when his ; 
To Him, the Giver of these joys, the Guardian of these fortitude shall fail. 
ties ’ Why then should she seek to mingle with the 
I have, I trust, another home in a far off sunny clime, occupations and pursuits of man. There is enough 
Beyond the shadows of the grave, beyond the realm of for her to do in her own wide field of action, with- 
Time; out soiling her heart and engrossing her mind with 
* eiHTorme m <<my Father ’ s house ’” which waa l ),e l ,ar - the coarser duties of life. She has none of her 
But only by the “ eye of Faith” can I that dwelling see! . r ? ght f re f ri f ed in tbese particulars. It is left op- 
And yet I know the friends I love, those who have “gone tl01lal W ‘ th h<?r t0 ch ° 0Se her 0wn P 08ition in life, 
before,” and ^ cr own sense of propriety must be her guide. 
Are waiting there to welcome me on the Eternal Shore! the choice of any employment aside from her 
before,” and her own sense of propriety must be her guide. 
Are waiting there to welcome me on the Eternal Shore! choice of any employment aside from her 
Ah! dearer than the haunts of earth should be my spirit’s u0 nal duties, she should avoid that which exposes 
Still unforgotten wheresoe’er through this world I may 
roam, 
And sweet the hope I cherish of meeting all I love, 
Where partings never more can come in our bright home 
above. 
Rose Cottage, N. Y., 1858. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker 
THE SOVEREIGNTY OF WOMAN. 
We are well aware that this is a hackneyed sub- 
her to the effects of worldly strife and controversy, 
fatal to all those lovely traits of character which 
so peculiarly fit her to adorn the social or home 
circle. But surely you will say where is woman’s 
sovereignty? Hers is an unseen and silent power, 
but great in its bearings upon the world. It is wo¬ 
man that has watched and guarded, with unceasing 
care, the physical development of each member of 
the human family, from helpless infancy to mature 
age. It is woman that has formed and trained all 
the great volume of mind from the days of Adam 
ject; but, because fair and fragile woman has been untiI n °7’ To wea ^ and liel P less woman, beautiful 
the theme of the poet from time immemorial; be¬ 
cause modernists have perseveringly assigned to 
her a proper sphere of action in their prosaic es¬ 
says, does nothing remain to be said? Until man- 
in her simplicity, is due all the achievements in 
science or art, or anything worthy of man. 
And to turn our attention to the social circle, j 
how wide an influence does she .exert over impetu- 
kind ceases to exist upon earth, woman’s sphere of ous and wa Y ward raan - We might say in nearly 
action will be a "bone of contention.” Were it tbe words of Dryden, 
possible that the time should ever be when she s,ie is his care ’ llis hope, and bis delight; 
should sit enthroned on the pinnacle of her great- Most in hiB thou 8 hts and ever in bis right¬ 
ness, acknowledged as the rightful sovereign of Woman has a glorious era in the distance to has- 
Writtcn for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
INDEPENDENCE. 
I am sick, and I’ll declare it, 
Sick of seeing men made tools, 
Here’s my wish—and others share it— 
O that there were fewer fools! 
But I mean not fools in toto, 
For there are but few of those; 
This I mean—and might have said so— 
Fewer men “led by the nose.” 
Messrs. Dozensides and Dozv, 
Know that I allude to you; 
Bend this way, sirs, and, rub rosa, 
You shall hear “ a thing or two.” 
Listen:—if a cunning trickster, 
Smooth of speech, with winning face, 
Having a peculiar mixture 
Of deceitfulness and grace, 
Come to you with nods and nothings, 
These of head, and those of tongue, 
Sirs, with all your anti-talkings, 
He will gull you, “ ten to one.” 
This the reason—you’re not guided 
By an independent mind; 
Sleepy-headed, dozen sided, 
You’re induced to “ go it blind.” 
For example let me tell you 
What occurred awhile ago— 
Simply hint at what befel you; 
Nearer, sirs—I’ll say it low. 
Trickster took you “ by the button,” 
(Being then a nominee,) 
Called himself your friend, and so on, 
Talking very cleverly. 
Well, before the man departed, 
You had promised him your vote, 
But remembered as he started, 
That by this you’d “ turned your «oat” 
Thus involved in one dilemma, 
Trickster number two you met, 
And at length were in so many, 
That they must have “ made you sweat.” 
What you did at the election 
Is much better known to you, 
But it’s my express impression 
That you knew not what to do. 
My dear sirs, why don’t you reason 
Long and carefully alone; 
Thus you’ll find that, in due season, 
Your opinions are your own, 
And why don’t you look around you, 
Long and carefully around; 
Thus you’ll see what may astound you— 
Rogues and hypocrites abound. 
Fairly over is election; 
Think of past palaverings, 
Taking time for cool reflection 
On a hundred other things;— 
And resolve that from this moment, 
Puny as you feel and are, 
You will be as independent 
As was Nicholas, the Czar. 
I am sick, and I’ll declare it, 
Sick of seeing men made tools, 
Here’s my wish—and others share it— 
O, that there were fewer fools! 
Pulaski, Osw. Co., N. Y., 1858. G. C. B. 
Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
HOPE. 
PEARLY TRIFLES. 
BY E. P. TAYLOR, OF THE CHICAGO JOURNAL. 
Red cheeks are only oxygen in another shape. 
Girls, anxious to wear a pair, will find them where 
the roses do—out of doors. 
Johnson said that men are to be estimated by 
their mass of character. A block of tin may 
have a grain of silver, hut still it is tin; and a 
block of silver may have an alloy of tin, but still 
it is silver. 
The poet thinks what most men only feel; the 
latter live the feeling, while the former only looks 
at it. When a man is happy, he does not stop, now 
and then, to think so; he has no time for that.— 
But the poet keeps a record of the elements that 
make him happy, and when he reads it, he is as¬ 
tonished to find he was happier than he thought he 
was, or not so happy as he ought to be. 
How sick every one gets of the wasp-waisted 
utterance of people, who talk de-u-ty or yiz-ty when 
they mean “duty,” who, when the subject is music, 
discourse about m t-w sic, as if they had just been 
to St Ives, and met the man in the old riddle, who 
has so many kits, cats and wives; with whom every¬ 
thing is beautiful, from puddings to Paradise, and 
education is an edge- tool from Sheffield, as thus; 
education! 
The lines in which Byron likens the aspect of 
Greece to a beautiful corpse, are familiar to our 
readers. The poet, in a note on the passage, re¬ 
marks that this peculiar beauty remains but a few 
hours after death. Leslie, the painter, declares that 
whenever solicited to paint portraits of the dead, 
he entered the room reluctantly, but so did the 
beauty of the pale face grow upon him that he al¬ 
ways turned away with regret. 
It always seemed to us very silly, taking a pro¬ 
fane view of the matter, for Adam to do anything 
that should occasion his being turned out of place, 
as Gardener in Paradise, and sent away where gar¬ 
dens had not come in fashion, and his occupation 
Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
SABBATH MUSING6. 
BT D. D. REYNOLDS. 
'Tis Sabbath morn. Far in tbe bright’ning east 
The light streams up tbe dome with quivering tints; 
Or spreads into a holy calm, like that 
Which rests upon a good man’s brow. ’Tis morn, 
’Tis Sabbath mom! The birds, within the grove, 
Send up an universal shout to God, 
And by the meadows and the meadow brooks. 
And on the mountain top, whose granite head 
Looms up into the sunlight, and within 
The valleys deep, my reaching soul doth see 
The holy presence of the day of rest. 
Ye grosser things of sense away! my spirit 
Listen thou, as from this presence comes a voice, 
Of melody unutterable, that mounts, 
And swells, and deepens till it fills all space. 
Join thou my soul, this anthem for the Infinite; 
Reach outward from these clinging fetters—out 
And burst away thy bonds. The unknown hath, 
0, what a wealth of life! what dormant powers 
To spring in quick development! what thoughts 
To grasp in comprehensive clearness— 
What sODgs! Such as were never heard, away! 
My soul is sick of earth, is sick of strife, 
And tossings to and fro that we call life! 
Life—’tis a bitter draught, yet Thou hast placed 
This cup, kind Father, to my lips. I drink. 
Though longing for a purer air; for aims 
That reach above this groveling earth; for rest 
Of which tliis Sabbath is a sweet foretaste. 
There is a purpose in this life we live, 
’Tis meet to pass this test, I feel rebuked, 
Forgive me, Father! help me so to live 
That here or there my willing soul shall cry 
“Thy will be done.” 
Written #>r Moore’s Rural New-Yorker 
THE PEACE-MAKER. 
What a happy family that must be where no 
would be gone. That he should have listened for Peace-Maker is needed,—where all love each other 
a single moment to Eve, seems incredible, to those 80 wel1 that none would say or do aught to wound 
who have fought Canada thistles and fretful thorns, tbe other’s feelings, or bring a shade of sadness to 
and coaxed the unwilling earth, here and there, the hrow,— where the injunction to “ love one 
into something like the smile and the beauty of another” is exemplified in every act, word and look. 
Eden, for all the centuries that have followed. Reader, did yon ever see er hear of such a fami- 
A circle, known as a finger-ring, has been an ly? One such I know of, — one such happy home, 
object of ornament and of use for thousands of in which the jarring notes of discord are never 
years. Indeed, the time when it was first fashion- heard, whose lovelight is never darkened by looks 
ed and worn is so far in the past that it alone shines of sullen displeasure. That home lies afar off over 
there; all around is ashes or darkness. This little, the bounding billows, across the dark, tempestuous 
perfect figure may seem to be a trifling matter on oceanoflife; afar offfrom harsh words, and harsher 
which to found an essay, and yet we shall find it looks, and sounds of strife — afar off, where you or 
connected with history and poetry. It is, indeed k unless we are Peace-Makers, may never hope 
a small link, although it has bound many, for bet- to rest ~ 
ter, for worse, for richer, for poorer, more secure- Are you a husband, and have you ever caused a 
ly than could the shackle wrought for a felon. An tear t0 dim the e J' e of her whom you promised be- 
impression from it may have saved or lost a king- fore God and nian to love and cherish always, or 
dom. It is made a symbol of power, and has been 8 iven her reason to fear that she held not the first 
a mark of slavery. Love has placed it where a P lace in Y our affections, or done aught that would 
vein was supposed to vibrate in the heart. Affec- re P ress the love that was up-gushing like a living 
| tionandfriend have wrought it into a remembrance, spring in her heart for you? If so, then kiss the 
and it has passed into the grave upon tire finger of tears away, and with voice and looks of deepest 
the beloved one. tenderness, unseal her heart’s fountain, that it may 
__gush forth joyously as of yore. Has she faults?— 
WORKERS who °f us is perfect?—then earnestly, but so very 
_ ’ gently, with pure example, and tender pleading, 
Some men are dreamers rather than workers; woo her to the right, 
they spend their lives in building castles in the air Are you a wife, weeping over fond hopes and 
mind, the queenly possessor of an unseen but ten at her will. Gentle sisters, if we would have the “ Hofe on, hope everi” is an old and trite ex- Some men are dreamers rather than workers; woo her to the right. 
mighty power, even then, her precious and varied w . 01 ' P ure an< ,S° od ’ lf we would have it filled hortation; yet old and trite as it may sound, it they spend their lives in building castles in the air Are you a wife, weeping over fond hopes and 
character would afford an inexhaustible treasure- W1 . 1 e cva e lnln 8 an no ’ a bearts > we must embodies one of the strongest principles of our —sublimely conceiving, it may be, but very imper- bright anticipation gone out in darkness? May 
house to enrich the contemplative mind. ^m issio rTto^c r fo r * T™’ ^ ^ t0 d °’ nature > one of tlie chief elements in the character fecily realizing; they are always purposing his- not your own hand have helped extinguish them? 
The sovereignty of woman is fixed at no distant Tem , )le nill a cadent" Geneseo N Y 1858* H ’ ° f every great maD ’ e T ery g °° d man ’ every hero ’ t0ri6S and epica ’ and 6ermons ’ and benevolences May not some act of yours have brought the first 
day, it is even now, it commenced with the pri- ’ ’ ' L° Genius woYketh out mighty deeds in the lives of that shall astonish the world. Now, nothing is so cloud to your once happy home? Have you ever 
meval days of her existence. She now occupies ptmn Aav*ria -am its possessors, Will, seconded by Labor, dares and wasteful of work as day dreaming. Itisbetterto assiduously striven, by those little deeds of love that 
Iny proper place, hut that place is imperfectly COURA GE IN W OMEN. achieves where Genius is denied, yet, in the hearts realize the possible than to sigh for the ideal; bet- none but a wife can perform, to make home the 
filled. She has not yet attained the glorious era T branch of general ednentinn l • of these great Principles—themselves the hearts of ter to do the work of an ordinary man than to m0 st cheerful spot on earth for your heart’s chosen 
meval days of her existence. She now occupies 
hey proper place, hut that place is imperfectly 
filled. She has not yet attained the glorious era 
COURAGE IN WOMEN. 
... ^ijiuimuscra There is a branch of general education which «« ^ wumarj uau luui w most cneenui spot on earin ior yonr nearts cliosen 
which she may aspire to reach. To sustain the po- not thought at all necessary for w i . . forms, which without them, appear to the true ob- dream the work of a giant Do all you can in your lord? 
sition we have taken, we affirm, that, os true supe- whicb indeed it is well if they are nTt’brou t' ** server 88 le8S tban inanimate clay—in the hearts present sphere. Do not wait until you become a Are you a child, and have you sometimes proved 
riority consists not in position, a sovereign is not, to cultivate the opposite ^ 10Ug UP of tbese lives 0ue of GoD S choicest S ifts to man > H °ward, or a Whitfield, a Carey, or a Williams.— disobedient, and wilful, heedless of the commands 
essentially, superior to his subjects. Woman is w the cheering, vitalizing, vivifying principle of Do all you can now. It is your best preparation of those whose slightest wishes it ought to be your 
not superior to man, neither is she his inferior.— omen are no taught to he courageous. In- Hope. for doing more by-and-by. “ It is more healthy pleasure to execute? Ah! dear reader! whoever 
She possesses qualifications which he does not, and ( e ° t0 80me I ,ersons ’ courage may seem as un- Well hath it been likened to a beacon light, and nutritive,” says Jeremy Taylor,‘‘to dig the you are, remember there is a time coming when 
so conversely. Here as elsewhere in the economy necessar y for women as Latin and Greek. Y T et whose rays, piercing through the blackness of mid- earth and to eat of her fruit, than to stare upon those, whose love and confidence you have abused, 
of nature, an equilibrium is maiutained, affording there are few Hungs that would tend to make wo- night, gladdens the heart of the tempest-tossed tbe greatest glories of the heavens and live upon W M lie cold and pale upon the bed of death, their 
but another evidence of the goodness and wisdom men . ia PP ie # r m themselves, and more acceptable mariner with the prospect of home. Stranger, fel- the beams of the sun; so unsatisfying a thing is days embittered, perchance shortened by your un- 
of God, who has created all things wisely. Wo- 1°, th ° S8 Wlth wllom Giey live, than courage.— low-voyager on the ocean of life, hath the mid- rapture and transportation to the soul; it often kindaess. But then repentance, tears and lamen- 
man is inferior toman in intellectual strength._ T ‘>ere are many women of the present day, sensi- night darkness of despair ever gathered around distracts the faculties, but seldom does advantage tations will be too late_too late! No cries affect 
(Undoubtedly, this assertion would meet the hearty women in other things, whose panic terrors are thee? Hath thy soul fainted because of the bur- piety, and is full of danger in the greatest of its the dead! Husband, wife, if you have suffered the 
disapproval of our fair advocates of Woman’s a frequent s ° u j' ce of d j scomf o. rt to themselves and den laid upon thee, greater it seemed than thou lustres.” li gbt 0 f i ove to grow pale,—if you have cherished 
Rights, but however humiliating it may be to some ! ose aroun em. ow, it is a gieat mistake to couldst hear? Hath the waters curled in towering Other men fail to serve their generation because bitter feelings towards each other, now, this day, 
sensitive hearts, it is no less a truth.) In many in- a lannessmus go wit courage, and white-crested waves over thy frail hark? Then, they work a mere destruction in it; theyworkhard by mutual concessions, and forbearance, and in¬ 
stances she excels her brother man in intellectual t ^ at the ° S en< I e ness and sympathy must when all that seemed worth living for was held by enough, but it is exclusively at destroying what creased kindness, call back the Dove of Peace to 
attainments and productions, however much of the a . 36 rn 00 J ^ a ^ '*gor ol mind which a numb, despairing grasp, then it was that a new they deem to be, and what probably are abuses.— your homes and hearts. Husband and wife, son 
merit ascribed to such productions, is due to the K' v ® 8 presence o min , enables a pei son to be use- child of Hope was born in thy soul, and the dark- Just now, especially, there is a class of men who and daughter, grieving beside joyless hearthstones, 
consideration of her inferior ability. The same _ ^ -y*-™ 7°. 8 f S ‘ St ° ve , r ' ness ’ before 80 °PP ressive > was n °w but a means to think this to be their mission; they must destroy “ Give and it shall he given unto you,”— give love, 
from more capable man, -would not elicit the enco- ’ " t “ * ’ 
come that sickliness of sensibility ivhich can only render thy future joy more visible. 
all that the world or the church has constructed.— give cheerful smiles and pleasant words, and they 
minms of the multitude as do some of the works contem I> ate ( stress and difficulty. So far from Hope hath been styled a deceiver. Let it be so, “Raze it, raze it,” is their cry, “even to the willbereflectedonyouagaininredoubledbright- 
of our lady authors at the present day. To man conra 8 e being unfeminine, there is a peculiar since if false toman, it differs from other falsehoods ground.” Now, no man can serve his generation ness. If we cannot do this, if we cannot with 
much is given, and of him much is required.— grace and dignity in those beings who have little in this, that while we turn from these with a loath- who is merely a destroyer—a Sceeva among the “soft answers turn away wrath,” and instead of 
It is well that it is thus. Woman in her intellectual act ive power of attack or defence, passing through j ng 0 f their deceptive character, a character which gods. He is not the best worker who only pulls selfishly seeking our own pleasure, endeavor to 
attainments should not compete with man. Her dan 8 er Wltb a moral courage which is equal to no art can conceal, Hope disappoints only to ap- down. All truly great men are builders. Such promote the happiness of those around us, then 
power of mind should not he compared with his, tbat tlie stron £ es b see this in great things. pe ar in a new and more enchanting form. We wa8 Moses, and Paul, and Luther, and BacoD,— farewell to all hopes of heaven. If we have not 
it constitutes another and entirely different field, We P erfec tly appreciate the sweet and noble digni- condemn the deception only to pardon, and par- great, genial, generous-hearted men, men who said the spirit of Christ here, we may not hope to pos- 
and there is a dividing line which should not he ty °f Anne Boleyn, or Mary Queen of Scots, or a don but to take to our bosom again. The most very little about the debility and cant and nnreali- gess it hereafter. With dispositions that will not 
crossed. Marie Antoinette. We see that it is grand for these fondly cherished hopes are dashed to the earth, we ty of their age, hut whose great and earnest work let us live in peace here, how can we hope to be 
As she is indeed deficient in physical strength, d(d *cately bred, high-nurtured, helpless personages gaze sadly upon the wre^, discover wherein we it was to build np the truth that should thrust out happy in heaven; or rather how can we expect to 
it follows of necessity, that her mental power is to meet Death with a silence and confidence like have failed, exclaim, “it might have been,” and error, to regenerate humanity just as nature re- enterthere. Heaven! how like sweet music the word 
less, and with such a constitution, she is not ade- his own - There is no beauty in fear. It is a mean, gird ourselves anew to the conflict. Amid trials generates the face of the earth, forming the buds falls upon the ear, when sad and earth-weary! No 
quate to the laborious and long-continued mental dishevelled creature. No statue can be made and temptations, and spirit contests, Hope cheers 
application, necessary to profound thought and °f H that a woman would wish to see herself like, us with visions of “ rest from our labors.” 
conclusive argument. But, apparently, this is not Selected. It j s the mainspring of genius, supporting and 
always true. It is universally admitted that females sustaining amid the scoffs and sneers of a world 
acquire knowledge with an avidity and readiness ff nE ff w0 Flowers of Creation. —Women love which sees not the end to be accomplished. The 
of the new foliage before she casts off the old.— aching heads and hearts there, no burden to weigh 
Selected. ns down, no cold and averted looks, no jealousies— 
and best of all, no more sin. There God himself 
Lather’s Opinion of Music.— “ Music,” says will wipe away all tears from our eyes, and ever- 
Agava Glen, March, 1858. 
acquire knowledge with an avidity and readiness TnK Tw o Flowers of Creation.— Women love which sees not the end to be accomplished. The Martin Luther, “is one of the fairest and mostglo- lasting joy and gladness shall possess our souls, 
which the other sex do not. This is manifestly the flowers, and flowers are like women in their beauty fondly cherished hopes of Palissey, the potter, rious gifts of God, to which Satan is a bitter ene- we shall be ealled the children of God. Thennever- 
case in our schools and academies. and sweetness, so they ought to grow up together, were frustrated again and again, but Hope, the im- m Y’ ^ or ^ removes from the heart the weight of more let us harbor anger in our hearts, hut so live 
Owing to a predominance of the nervous system flower garden looks complete without a woman mortal soul of his genius, forbade despair—and he s °rrows and the fascination of evil thoughts. Mu- that we may in truth deserve the name of Peace- 
over the muscular, woman has a quickness of per- in it; no woman ever seems so lovely as when she conquered. sic is a kind and gentle sort of discipline; it re- Makers, and then we may dare to call God our 
ception which enables her to acquire knowledge i 8 surrounded by flowers. She should have her Man sinks under misfortunes; Hope brings the flues the passions and improves the understanding. Father, and Heaven our home. Constance. 
with ease and facility, but lacking that mental fragrant bouquet at the party; window plants in promise of a brighter day, and with her genial Even the dissonance of unskillful fiddlers serves to Agava Glen, March, 1858. 
stimulous which the more phlegmatic constitution A® 1- parlor; if possible, some rich and rare flower- beams destroys the frost-work of despair. While 8e ^ ®ff Gie charms of true melody, as white is made ♦ • * 
of man supplies, she cannot retain so large an ing shrubs in her conservatory—hut, better than all Hope lives in the soul, man walks on the sea of more conspicuous by the opposition of black.— Noble Sentiments. —Condemn no man for not 
amount of acquired knowledge in its full clearness these, and supplying all, every woman in the world adversity even as Peter, by faith, walked on Gali- Those who love music are gentle and honest in thinking as you think. Let everyone enjoy the 
and vigor. Her mind is in a measure confused, should have a flower garden. Every man who has lee’s flood; take it away and he is constrained, like G ie i r tempers. I always loved music,” adds Lu- f u ii and f ree liberty of thinking for himself. Let 
and, as we said before, she is not, generally speak- l e ast gallantry or paternal feeling should make Petek, to cry, “save or I perish.” ther, “and would not, for a great matter, he with- every man use his own judgment, since every man 
ing, capable of deep research and laborious a flower garden for his wife and daughters. Every Belfast, N. Y., 1858. T. D. Tooker. out the little skill which I possess in the art.” must give an account of himself to God. Abhor 
thought. house—the smallest cottage in the country, as well --*-*-»- --»-»♦- every approach, in any kind of degree, to the 
Lest our noble opponents, the gentlemen, might as the largest mansion—should have around it the Refutation is rarely proportioned to virtue.— Politeness.— Every man we meet requires to be spirit of persecution. If you cannot reason or 
infer that we consider this a humiliating acknow- perfume of lilacs, pinks and other hardy odorife- we have seen a thousand people esteemed, either humored. He has some fame, some talent, some persuade a man into the truth, never attempt to 
ledgement, we remind them that the most powerful >' ous flowers that cost no trouble, but bring with f or tbe merit they had not yet attained, or for that whim in his head, which is not to be questioned, force him into it. If love will not compel him, 
ih not always the most useful The mind of woman them eveiy } ear a world of beauty and fragrance, they no longer possessed.— St. Evermond. and which mars all conversation with him.— Em- leave him to God, the Judge of alL —John Wesley. 
Noble Sentiments. —Condemn no man for not 
ther, “and would not, for a great matter, he with- every man use his own judgment, since every man 
out the little skill which I possess in the art” must give an account of himself to God. Abhor 
-- every approach, in any kind of degree, to the 
Politeness. —Every man we meet requires to be spirit of persecution. If you cannot reason or 
forms a portion of the intellectual world, indis¬ 
pensable to the good of mankind. Man furnishes 
Nature is an endless combination and repetition Practical Philosophy.— True practical philos- 
the strong and nutritive food, while woman sup- of a very few laws. She hums the old well-known ophy makes the most of little pleasures, and the 
plies the less nutritious aliment, equally necessary air through innumerable variations. ■ most of everything— Southey. 
and which mars all conversation with him.— Em- teave him to God, the Judge of alL— John Wesley. 
erson. - 
It is a dangerous thing to treat with a tempta- 
He cannot bestow to society who lives upon tion, which ought at first to be rejected with dis- 
society; he only gives who provides for his own. dain and abhorrence. 
