MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 
JUNE 26 , 
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' * Take me to the window, pa, that I maj feel the 
'— ..—.~ . warm sunshine, and see the birds and flowers once zz 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yoikar. more.” 
HOME OF TUB HEART. Thus spake 3 fair young girl, as she reclined upon 1 
- her couch one beautiful May morning. 0! how 
Oir* me no home ’mid palace walk lonely she looked sa she lay there. Her large, dark 
Beyond the shining rea, eyes fi a( j an a i m ogt heavenly expression, as they 5T 
d “ z, ‘ n ! ? to 8 trW 3 8 « r «gazed on all she had loved so well, and notone 
They d bring no joy to tue. , , , 
look of regret, to think she must leave them, passed 
l*or yet a home mid halls of fame, oyer }j er f ea t U res. All was as peaceful and quiet 
Where hundreds praise won 4 bring, elecninff lakelet 
The laurel wreath is twined with thorn* j t 8 
That leave a secret sting. For lori S weeks she had drooped and pined, like 
_ . , , a caged bird. And those that watohed her falter- 
Bnt where affection kindly wreathes , , , , , . „ , 
Her rainbow arch above', 1D * 8tep8 > 0DCe 60 ela8tlC ’ and f aw the hecttc fiush 
There he my home, and let me lire n P oa her cheek8 > kn <5w she would soon be taken 
In 1 hi A* art* those l l»t». from them > and ber merry laugh aud bird-like 
Nunda, IT. y., 1858. lnnk songs be hushed forevermore on earth. Oh!’twas 
.____ hard to part with one so young. They had not 
Written for Meore, Rmnl Nw-Twtat thought that she could die, their only idolized child, 
I I O M E I but > ’ nstead > they bad looked forward to long years 
_ " | of happiness and love. “ The gift was worshiped 
Who does not feel his heart thrill—his Terysoul j instead of the giver.” 
stir within him at the sound of that magic woul j - And 110 w their bright visions were all dashed 
“Home.” How rrnny varied scenes of pain and f a?dde > aud the stern reality was before them. Who 
pleasure are called to mind when we hear it spoken rx>uld tell the agony that seared their heart strings, 
Home! what is Home? Is it a place fitted up with as they gathered around her dying couch on that 
care and at great expense as a “fashionable resort” bri gH spring morn? Ah! none but those who 
for a few would-be somebody’s who never speak bave felt the same. 
hut to utter some careless, unmeaning word ? Is this “ Pa, Ma, do not weep for me,” she said,« for I am 
that “ Home, sweet home,” that blest bower of at- going to live with God above the clouds, and perhaps 
faction °f ,v 'hich poets hu^-s told, and “bards havj I shall be a star, aud when you see them shine at 
sing.''- Ah, no! But tis where loved ones dwell— »»ght, you will think ’tisyour Annie, looking down 
where affection rules—where the “fondest, the upon you from her spirit home. There, I see the 
iweetest remembrances meet”—where soul is link- bright Angels; ar e calling me; yes, I’m com 
«d 1 o soul and heart to heart loo closely ever to he ing. Good bye, Pa; good bye, M&, i’»,_|j u j e 
Hindered. Reader, have you a home in which the hands dropped, her slight form quivered, then ait 
home circle remains unbroken? If so you are in- was stilL Her pure spirit had taken its flight to 
deed blessed! 8 uch an one did the writer once the regions of eternal glory, 
enjoy. A loving circle indeed it was, composed of They draped her in white, with a rose bud upon 
father, mother, brothers and sisters. But what of her bosom; and there, beneath the old elm tree, 
it now? Hoes it remain the same as in days gone where she was wont to play, they laid her. The 
by? Alas! the marble slab too plainly tells that silver locks of the aged minister floated upon the 
it has changed— sadly changed. For years has my breeze, and his low, solemn voioe arose aboVe the 
dea.-father (taken from mein early youth) “slept stillness:—'“ The Lord lovelh whom he ehasteneth. 
the deep that knows no waking”—a little more lie giveth and He taketh away; blessed be the K 
than one year ago was my dear mother placed by name of the Lord.” 
his aide 11 the village church yard, aud my name The violets and lilies grew upon her grave, and 
registered tbove as “ Orj,ban.” And Death’s “ruth- there the birds sang the sweetest, and as twilight 
less hand’ rtayed not heie. A few months ago a threw her mantle upon the earth, thete might 
loving sistci—a “second mother”—the eldest of have been seen a fair lady and a noble browed man 
that household band, was by stranger hands placed kneeling beside that little mound, raising their 1 
within her narrow bed. And of the rest? They voices in prayer; for they, too, had learned to put 
are scattered up'and down life’s pathway—some tbeir trust in Him “who doeth all things welL”— 
sitting ’neath their own “roof trees” in the midst Abbik E. Fairbanks, in Ladies' Wreath. , 
WritVn for Moore's Rural New-Torkrt. 
TUB FIRST ItGSB OF WINTER: 
A JTEW SONG TJ AN OLD TtTXE. 
T *. RAK.T Iff T ATT, C. 8- 90NWJ* AT A WOT, OHIFA. 
Bkb the “ Last Rose of .Summer” 
Has faded away, 
Comes the First Rose of Winter, 
T resh-blooming and gay; 
Bistilling from its petals, 
So lovely and fair, 
Sks balmy incense-perfame, 
On winter’s mild air. 
While the blust’ring old «t»r*i-kb>g 
In fury goes forth, 
With his ice-fetters binding 
The climes of the north,— 
Stripping Nature of her robes 
Of verduie and green, 
With bis cold, chilling frost-hrertti, 
S* blighting and keen: 
Making man even shiver, 
At bis hearth-side fire, 
And the hardy herds pinching. 
With his snow-storms dire; 
Where the poor quake in vestments 
Thin, tattered, and old, 
While the rich bask in ermine, 
In purple and gold:— 
While thus sits stern old Wuttftc, 
On his iceberg throne, 
And sweeps his icy trident 
Athwart the frosty iod«:— 
litre—in this soft, genial dim a, 
'•Celestial,” serene, 
Blooms Nature’s floral landscape 
lu robe* ever-green. 
more l* !w«*t Nature bedecked 
In roseate hues, 
Aad winter flowers blusk a* when 
Kissed by vernal dews; 
Here glowing amid parterres, 
Like flowerets of May, 
Is the First llotr. of Winter, 
Fresh-bloomiDtr aDd gay. 
Kohingnoo, Amoy, China, Jaa. 16, 186T. 
Written lor Moore’s Rural Wew-Yorfcm. 
“WAIFS.”—NO. VL 
times there seems to be little of rest in its hours, At * 03 V^' ♦ 
to some we are sure there is none, that in the living $ 00 $*J$ $$00 
time which it keeps, there is slight thought or 8 _) t/ 
realizing sense of wbat it is, slight power to see it, —’- " 1 
as a day “apart from vanity and sin,” or to make Written for Moores Rural New-Ycckw: 
it, in the lightest sense of the word, what it truly THB EVENING PRAYER. 
is, a resting day, a blessing, a “ luxury,” if you will, _ 
in that it demands no grasping after the attainment BT ***• wsusaar. 
of a worldly “purpose,” but stands calm ia its _ ' , 
, UnesA. Mroerr shining fields, arrayed in summer hues, 
U " .. There stood a cottage, clean, and whits, and roand 
_ * ® nr * ' er * , a * i I*® portals the gay honeysuckle twined. 
* 0 0W ° J * ” lkn i He bright green leaves were trembling in the wind 
And waving in the open door, profuse 
LNPI.L With the sweet odors of Nature’s hewers. 
Ie any »ne has an anxiety to feel a choking in And, as l gazed, methought that happiness 
the throat and burning of the cheeks, let them be Must be an inmate of that humble cot- 
looked at in the midst of some animated recital by T * 16 band that twined those flowers there eonld not 
eyes tjpat never got up anything in the shape of a Admire enough the goodness of a God. 
flash, or interrupted by a voice that never had a But, hark! they sit them d«wn to list God’s word, 
throb of true enthusiastic feeling in it, and we An a ?ed man, whose locks are silvered o'er, 
fancy that all such desires will be fully gratified. °P ep bis earth's treasure, and with glistening ey«, 
tt/,. Reads blessed promises from God’s own lips,— 
Iiow many tunes we have fairly felt like shaking Th ,„ c „ r . , . 
.... J • then soft and sweet arose a song of praise 
the staid, stern, grown-up people who “turn up So solemn, to divinely tuned, that tew, 
their noses” at a little child’s earnest tale of pleasure Unbidden, to the eyelids start, 
or trouble, and how many times, in the years that x dia not wait to hear tM g ood man’* prayer- 
lie not very far back, have we had all the ugly of Fuil well I knew his heart o'erflowed with love, 
our nature aroused by a *teel-cold glance and a And that his Maker was the worshiped one; 
“ poh”-ing at the expression of feelings which, till Bnt M 1 turned aw*y a silent wish 
then, wo were not aware that it was silly to enter- stole m mj he * rt ’ t0 llTe Hnd labor there, 
ha4 kneel with them each morn and night. 
If some people knew—if the scale* of selfish^ «rTrw t/ t tit 
ness, woridiiness and heartlessness could only drop BUED’.L 
from their eyeB enough to let them see how much ■— . , c . ,. „ . . ... M 
,, ,, ., ,, What a multitude ol taoaghts crowd upon the 
injury the cold side of human-nature does children, 
^ mind in the contemplation of such a scene! How 
we think, at least we Aon#, that there would be leas „<• , 
, ■ , T 1 , much of the future, even in its far distant reaches, 
THE BURIAL PLACE. 
of it shown. There may be some natures—“few 
rises before us with all its persuasive realities!— 
and far between,” we trust—which, from the be- Tato . . ... . ^ ... , . ‘ 
. . , ’ , lake but one little narrow space of time, and how 
ginning of their development, are cool, calm and «■ .- , . .... . 
,, . ... a “ u affecting are its associations! Within the flight of 
self cemored, b.t . chid . heart ,W* t, w.rm one .i, alf 8 centu how mao, of the great, the good, 
eothueiaatic, even mid in the fallnesa of it.health, wl „ h . 
action and development of its uncurbed feeling. 
“ Enthusiasm, from two Greek words, signifies, 
and the wise will be gathered here! How many, 
in the loveliness of infancy, the beauty of youth, 
the vigor of manhood, and the maturity of age, 
literally, the state or condition of having a god will lie down here, and dwell in the bosom of their 
ttitlnn, that is, being under the inspiration ot a mother earth! The rich and the poor, the gay and 
god.’’ Be careful, then, all you who have grown the wretched, the favorites of thousands, and the 
away from your youth, how, through coldness and forsaken of the world, the stranger in his solitary 
willful misapprehension, you chill the life that this grave, and the patriarch, surrounded by the kin- 
god ’ holds in the hearts of the children, for they dred of a long lineage! How many will here bury 
are coming up some day into the places that our their brightest hopes or blasted expectations!_ 
of their own little circles—others occupying places 
at stranger firesides. As my place is at the latter , 
how oft my mind wanders to the home of “long 
ago.’- Yes, ’tia there that memory most loves to 
THE FAITHFUL WIFE. 
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The assiduities of a faithful wife are so common, 
linger. Though every remembrance brings a tear so various, so cheerful, so unexaoting, that hus- 
to the eye, and a sigh from the heart, I would not bands are likely to regard their kindnesses as they 
A POBM. 
“ Tuo* hast gathered horns to Thy garner, God, 
The sheaves of my golden years— 
But thou leavest none in the sepulchre ciod. 
And smiles in the world of tears; 
The pines are green immortalities 
When the Eden-blossonis die, 
And the Passion that sinks with the sunset, sees 
Sweet Peace in the star-sown sky.” 
There is poetry in this, else the nntrammeled j 
taste of a child, in a time well remembered as filled 
with yearnings that bad no voice, was much at j 
poets, artists and inventors now hold, and without 
ittheie will be “no life in them,” without the sym 
How many bitter tears will here be shed! How 
many agonizing sighs will here be heaved! How 
patby which they so much need dow, high tho’ts, many trembling feet will cross the pathways, and, 
glorious conceptions and wise philosophies will returning, leave behind them the dearest objects 
die a death which, through its pain, will give you 
evil in place of the good that you do not warm 
into holy, active life, by a right appreciation of its 
beauties. Ellen C. Lake. 
Charlotte Centre, N. Y., 1858. 
REFORMERS. 
It is delightful to remember that there have 
of their reverence or their love!— Everett, 
One perhaps is bounding over the trackless 
ocean, with naught around him, to mark that other 
human beings, save his shipmates, are connected 
with him. But he has been accustomed to keep 
his birthday, and knows that his brothers and sis¬ 
ters, his father and mother, do the same, and 
are, at that moment thinking of him. He 
knows, be feels, he joins the family in wishes 
and prayers, for mutual blessings and protection. 
even could l forget Bat away with thoughts do the sunlight and dews of heaven, matters of fault W« found it in a “scrap-book.” the other been men who, in the cause of truth and virtue, „. at . tha ^ ni0 “ eil > _ th, ” kiD g °f h,m * Fe 
of earth. Rather turn them heavenward, to ths t course, to be received without gratitude. But the day cut arid paa'ed with a care that gives full evi- have made no compromises for their own acvaa- ,'fl ®’ be *‘l el8 ’ hC 4 th . e fam,1 y m W18hea 
rappy home where the circle is not broken, nor ties constancy which makes them familiar, to a rightly rien'oe of the value placed on it and it has been ,a ges or safety; who have recognized “ the hardest The ^ essin K 8 a n protection, 
sundered—where “all tears are wiped away,” all constituted mind, deepens the obligation. Wtrtle haunting us ever sincewth a peninac ty thaUn duty as the highest;” who. conscious of the posses- 
8 igk, suppressed, all Med--where the hesbaed safely irust, in the oampaalop of hi. L tbln « |™ beaeSl » l of great talents, have re!in,ni,bcd all the , . , , . “ d 
there will be no misunderstanding, hut all will be years for his personal comforts, she has a right to power of stirring deep and abiding long would be P raise tlj »t was within their grasp, all the applause m - ,' n 7 arC & Ij y eHeu , t0 18 “’“d s eye. 
peace, and harmony-where we shall meet the expect that her beneficence shall be appreciated, almost tiresome ng long, would be ^ ^ 80 « liberalIy , { His soul, and theirs, are joined, though their bodies 
loved of earth—to love them as when here, only If not, he will be likely to find her worth in her The poem of which it is a part, is this; of one ,be Y had not thrown themselves in opposition to 
with a purer, holier affection. “ There we shall see loss. Her absence or death, is to the little world standing the errors and vices of tbeir fellowmen, and have rent Another is far away east or west immersed 
as we are seen, and know as we arc known.”— of home, like the loss of the glowing sun which “ Where the my* c,< tn« gabled eave* been content tolake obloqny and insult instead; ; n hnsinpRs Rnd minhi fnrwt i 
Blessed thought! 
Richmond, N. Y., 138S. 
protects our earth from eternal darkness and frost. 
“ Where the rays f < the gabled eaves 
From the orient softly flow," 
Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
CHARMS OF SOLITUDE. 
Asa counsellor, the faithful wife is invaluable. °I d and Rere ' n da J ’ 8 °f life, hut youDg and glad in 
Well might Solomon say,—“The heart of her bus- heart, wa’ching the shining sickles of reapers in 
baud doth safely trust in her.” It is difficult to l he harvest-fields—listening to the morning winds' 
find a friend who is so deeply interested in our chant of praise, and while the sun 
welfare as to take the trouble to study out our per- 
TT,,.., r.,.._ 1 ... . "Clinic no to miic uio uuuuie cu suuu 
How pleasant for man, when weary with the toils , ... . .. 
riifptntrnibmMpop^i i J . plexities—so conveisant with us and 
of life, to turn aside and to seek repose in solitude! 
There ’tis sweet to lay all care away, to give free 
range to thought, and roaming in fancy’s halls, 
meditate on the past and paint bright pictures of 
the future. 
How sweet to be alone—alone with nature! Then 
our affairs as 
“ Sheds h'e»sings on locks of grey, 
And hallows an old man's hair," 
.u . , , , . . , ’ are far asunder, in love and affectionate remem- 
tbey had not thrown themselves in opposition to . „„„„ ari i . ... . 
. . . , . . „ , , brance, and in cummrnion with th<> umvcw i> 
the errors and vices of tbeir fellowmen, and have reDt Another is far away, east or west, immersed 
been content to take obloqny and insult , n busj and mi ht fo t and be forgotten , 
who have appioaohed to lay on the altar of God ,, , ° ° J 
.... - , . • „ .. „ ... . , ... those whom years of absence have divided from 
“their last infirmity.” They, without doubt, have .. , .: ^ m 
felt that deep conviction of having acted right, h.m. unless there were some fixed period for r^ 
which supported the martyred philosopher of n( - wln 8 1 c ann y le t le ian a of mutual inter- 
Athens, when he asked, “ Whatdisgrace is it to me ^ e .™. era01 ^ ° 1 ' e t e loves of child- 
if others are unable to judge of me, or to treat me h ° od ;. What Pf iod wouId be ^ ^ the birthday 
as they ought?” There is something very solemn " as disregaided? Protestant Churchman. 
to understand our wants and dangers—so morally dreaming of early love and hopes that gathered ar)d 8ublime m tbe feellD 8 produced by consider- p ... . . . . 
. . . ...... _. .. ’ .._ . . . ing how differently these men have been estimated lieatii still lays us in the grave, but it cannot 
brave as to venture to tell us unwelcome truths— around a “simple, sylvan name,” of a time when, 
so perfectly disinterested as to assure us that no after clasping of hands and Love’s sight of “mys- 
selfishness prompts his advice, and so persevering teries in Mabels eyes,” there came joy to a “ gahled 
as repeatedly to urge that which is for our benefit, manse”—joy that weut out in pain as the love 
one can commune with his own soul. Absent A T*? ^ ^ ^ & Wis6 man wiU ° fleD 
^ „ . , , _ seek her counsel 
flrrmnH n cvlvan namoii nf o lug huw uiuertsuujr mew men uavts insen eawmawa t . , , . « - 
after^olamtai of ^bandl and I ove’s Lht of -t b >' their contemporaries, from the mannerin which chaia , “ 9 thare t0 everlasting forgetfulness; it puts 
after clasping of hands and Love s sight of mys- regarded by God We perceive the an lts cold hand on every one of U8 ’ but a P ow er higher 
po.rehW. L will lift it off| sad these forms be again re. 
friends cluster around the heart and find a loving 
place there—we converse with them as in days of 
old, we feel them near us and the soul finds sweet, 
peace and joy in their presence. Then, too, the 
spirits of the dead hover over us. We seem to 
bear their loving voices once more—the heart- 
as repeatedly to urge that which is for our benefit manse”_joy that went out in pain as the love be in ‘uity of mSi to the thr<m“of Efernal ^mated with all the warmth of life and of senti- 
seeTLVr^l ' ^ Ibiue.- orb B th« had a clear holj. ^ ch U r ch- Jf .rd I.^ Oern o»I !e d th 0 la ..d 
And there is something in the ready. Instinctive And then ihia heart strength and ponl-faith, that of ’ eB p “ r8ued ’ dem through life, aud eouuuued, cu p, inth^Sabbat^beirUm^^on eerhesrd° 
impressions of an intelligent wife which no sane though the “sheaves of the golden years” are 'v * 11 * 11 tlie Y oould no longer feel it, to l>eat upon yet the ’ tre ad of the living population above them- 
husband should ever despise. She does not stop gathered home, there are “none left m the sepulchre ,heir graves. Bat it is no matter. They had gone l)Ut thon „ h remot f . . f ’ 
to collect facts, weigh arguments, aud draw infer- clod," though the “ EdeD-blossoms ” of life die. wbere al1 who bave suffered, «nd all who have eanbl B * and ghall fb , J ^ f . V . 
encei Her impressive nature, which renders her “the pines are green immortalities,” and the Pas tnumf ^ hed la tbe 8dme noble canse > receive their trum[jetente ’ the loneliness of tbeir ri«,ein,,o- or ,s 
Justice. A storm of calumny and reviling has too ment The church-yard has been called the land 
often pursued them through life, and continued, * f 8dence > ( and silent it is indeed to them who oc- 
when they could no longer feel it, to beat upon Cu ^ Ih) the Sabbath bell is no longer heard, nor 
their graves. Bat it is no matter. They had gone J et tbe tread of the living population above them; 
wbere all who have suffered, and all who have but tbon S b remote from the hearing of every 
lioiM meir loving voices once more—the heart- • j- , , *, . . - '. , . : . , reward- and where the wreath nf the mnrtvr is trumpet enter the loneliness of tbeir dwelling, and 
strings swept by the fingers of some angel lndl 8 P 08ed 8 l O"b\to reason, is furnished with an ston sinking with the sunset, B ees at last the beauty moie * 1 ^ 0 ^ be heard throu « b eartb ’ 8 remotest 
friend vibrate to the sweet music that echoes in ln8tlDCtlv ; e P erce P tI0n of lhe r, « bt - wh,ch 18 better a “ d holiness of Peace. moie glor ious tha t of t he conqueror. Norton. c/wW 
the souL tbaa b, 8 ' c ’ ^ is wonderful how often, in nicely There may be many who need this_many to ~~ --»-•»-- 
the soul. 
Solitude has advantairpa ovAr tb« „ balanced cases, when we appeal to the judgment whom this verse, entering the chambers whose 
tion of active life He who would bf C0aim0 ' of a wife, how instantly she decides the question idols Death has shattered, may be a “line and me ™ “ anualist8 aud functionaries, but whole- materialization. Men form institutions by giving 
tZt would £ if.Zl'li'ita ,m r-*>•»"***•' •* H„«,o w.c plonifflec” to ,h e dop.h and ,ho “’“ « d »' er > <’ ''“ r » , d ““ ”»*”“* » . prinOfl. . bod,, lha. I, m . y walk o/wo.k 
notenter the social circle to accomplish this b„t embaras8ed lu tbe bt,u ggle between his sense ot strength of souls which, mortal like that whose em 'aimers with their spices, but planters and pro- among meD. Once incarnated, the soul of the 
retires in solitude and devotes his whole mind Justlue aud h,s de81re of Popularity; but his wife genius has so written, should have as well the ru ® theaa lan S 9 ; not ideas plastered in pyramids principle is apt to be neglected, and its body su- 
patient study. The earnest labor that has been ae ^ ^ ° DCe ’ r, tldVe lh ° U nothmg to do with that P ower to believe that the clod claims none of life’s 9nd maa80 | auras - bu f moving in marts and throb- pre mely cared for. Churches are institutions de¬ 
compiled in solitude is what has enlightened J ' ll8t man ’” IIad he lK ‘ eded her counsel. Pilate’s golden sheaves-holda naught of which it has been ’ ng ^ h he P al8atlOD8 of J°Y aad ^ nd lf signed to bring the spirit of religion to bear upon 
the world. ' g hands would not have been stained with the blood written, “tbe corruptible shall put on inoorruption ,behe ba PP en to he:a little unlixe the old fashions, human life. Once created, they are perverted 
, of the Son of God .—American Presbyterian. and the mortal immortality.” have no tear of being called visionaries so long when the safety of the organization is more tho’t 
The voices of nature around us, and the starry __ _ _ as you see what you say—whether your neighbors n f thon ti,p i • • , 
heaven above, all lead us to think of Him who „ _ ltfe’S r sting day see it or blink at it. See visions—it is the thinker’s _. U .. ia P' mcl P e - ns 
What the Age WANTS—The age does not want Thk first and universal danger of institutions is 
Tbe voices of nature around us, and the starry 
heaven above, all lead us to think of Him who 
made all things beautiful; and thought rises purer 
and holier upward to the throne of God. Then 
of the Son of God.— American Presbyterian. 
No Scolding. —If you wi^h to make your neigh¬ 
bors and family happy—if you would see calmness 
and the mortal immortality.” 
LTFE’S R STING DAY. 
“It is a very pleasant and proper thing, no vocation ; aad turn them into facts, that is the 
and holier upward to the throne of God. Then , , i yo i wouiu see uauuuess d rtn ht, to have a purpose but, hanov is the man who workman’s business. Dream dreams, and bring p , 
give me solitude—other hearts may choose the a “, !r“^ er d ? V<> '° ped m y° ur C an indulge in the luxury, nowand then, of having tb om to pass. Be hospitable to every faint, uncer- tecer. 
may be imprisoned in Christian churches. There 
is death when the soul dies and the form only is 
commotion of busy life, but let me commune wiib ~' f y ° U W °' lld lighttm ,be carea ’ and 8mo, ’ tb tb « 
the music of the past, the voices of the dead, and 
the spirit of my God. For me there ia music in 
the word alone. Dkiyra. 
Nunda, N. Y., 1868. 
can indulge i 
none at all.” 
path of the companion of your bosom—do not „ .‘ . , , , 
irritate or sold, or be in a passion when your , Ha PPY. ’ ad eed. and favored beyond the common 
humor is crossed, but remember that others have 0t ° f hG the P ° Wer t0 80 
hearts as soft as yours, and let the sunshine of ^ ^ ^ ^ «* American 
>ue at all.” tain beam that straggles to your windpw. Who To those scenes of domestie peace, which pure 
Happy, indeed, and favored beyond the common kD0w s hut it may travel from the skies, and have a religion created and adorned, the thoughts of the 
sun on its track?— Huntington. 
The little fragment which ensues, narrates an from J ’ onr ej,e8 ’ How ba PPY will be a oirole in 
youngest member of the family will cling in after 
years; they will become a kind of hallowed ground 
in his memory; they will exert a restraining and 
sanctifying power; and thus may we expect to see 
actual occurrence. We know not who is the au¬ 
thor, but tbe lines are very beautiful: 
“ Pkay,” said a mother to her d.viDg child: 
“ Pray; aud in token of asRent, he smiled. 
Most willing was the Rpirit, but so weak 
The failing frame that he could hardly apeak. 
At length he cried—“ Bear mother, in God’s book 
Ia it not written, Unto Jksds look} 
1 ran look up; I have no strength for prayer. 
‘ Look unto Mr. and be ye saved,’ ia there." 
“Itis. my child, it is: thua saith the Lord, 
And we may confidently truat Hia word.” 
Her son locked up-to Jesus raised his eyes, 
And flew, a happy spirit, to the skies. 
such a case! Ah, this Christian temper is about 
Christian meekness and gentleness always b°am ! ' fe; ™ t0 the irish do B °. with °P ea and ative Science and Poetry.—S cience and poetry, re« in his memory; they will exert a restraining and 
from your eyes How happy will he a circle in deraonstrat ’ on8 of the national go-ahead active- ognizing, as they do, the order and the beauty of sanctifying power; and thus may we expect to see 
such a case! Ah this Christian tern er is about neP8 aronnd us - we still believe that there are few the universe, are alike handmaids of devotion, the promise fulfilled:—“ Train up a child in the 
trie only requisite io make tiie-ides happy—pi \Ttl Wh ° d ° DOt ' at timeS flnd P lir P 08e8 - P ,atl8 arjd 8 P ec ‘ Tbe y have b 6611 - they may be ’ drawn away from her wa - v in which be should 8°. and when he is old he 
which husbands and children will regret to leave alado118 ’ 8eeiui ng dr > e r than husks, having long- altar, but in. their natural characters they are co- will not depart from it”— Vermilye. 
and be glad to return to I et the husband te in ing8 U ' break from care ’ “ uee wisdom for a opeiators, and, like twin sisters, they walk hand io -—- 
dulgentthen to the annoyances of his ever-working f'*^ ba11 ’” and banish all sound and sight of checks, ba nd. Science tracks the footprints of the great “ God designed men to grow as trees grow >n 
and often over-working wife; and let the wife al- ^ 8h ’ PplDgB a,ld baildiag8 ’ c , r 1 eatiag . P ° WBr; poe ^ ry UDveiJa the 8mile of tbe «Pen pasture, full houghed all around; but men in 
ways meet him with smiles when be comes home u * ° 8Un,,t be chi,dren again in f eelin ^ more aU-susta.ning love, bcience adores as a subject; society grow like trees in a forest, tall and spind- 
perplexed with the cares of business; and ler both ,h “ ! D y ‘‘ ftr8; ' h " re T feW ’ perhap8 ’ Wh ° W0Uld ? fJ , * *■ liDg ’ lhe loWer 0Iie8 overshadowed by the higher 
be forbearing under tbeir mutual imperfections ? y6t ^ fb °' ie wbo stnve in da,ly batt,e witb I ° Z ^ 8 ° t0 14,n bands of beauty witb only a little branching, and that at the top— 
and home will be more as God intended it ’ ’ the world and its perplexities; an armor of mail and love. They turn the universe into a temp'e, They borrow of each other the power to stand; and 
____' growing aronnd them through contact with its earth into an altar, the systems into fellow-woi ship- if tbe forest be cleared, and one be left alone, the 
^ hardness and sternness, a day of the life, free and er8 > and eternity into one long day of contempla- first wind which comes uproots it.” 
T" ,Test »' Fkienssuip —There is do trial ot whlch , M tbe cr , bean , ,„ d . tion and praise— Wan. _ P 
“™ d ' b ' 1 ; “ is •»«** Of childhood, would be ••» cool waters to a thirst- --- Th„ original desire, as it may exist in the bo- 
.. iy ., 8, I)0r aan e W1 1 m - v ® et Dl ” log soul;” as a fountain at which the youth, Clothing of the Earth.—T he globe is a mass som of angels, as it was implanted in Adam and 
than in years; there are few, perhaps, who would poetry worships as a child. One teaches tbe law, ii n g, the lower ones overshadowed by the higher 
wish it, yet to tbo-m who strive in daily battle witb and lbe olber binds the soul to it in bands of beauty with only a little branching, and that at the top— 
Ana new, a nappy Bpb iqto the skies. but adversity He that is not ashamed of childhood, would be “as cool waters to a thirst- - The original desire, as it may exist in the bo- 
a c rUTT r if {» -tv .. , L0 a in e ,' vl ' c itH >, Doi i U g soul; ’ hs a fouDtain at which the youth, Clothing of thb Earth.—T he globe is a mass som of angels, as it was implanted in Adam and 
w, know thl more STS* “tT TnZf, Z , m * T *1*7,T •» *• >"«» » f «*««. life Pl.nt. are tbe universal cover- i, may abend us he,e.f:er iu a high and hulS 
fully shown in the simile where a man 1 _ i U n8 ’ COmingd ° wn paat centnnes va8t Unctions, reclaiming, extending, and improv- the cultivation of our powers, of making as much 
knowledge is compared to a Inminarv “? « , L . n . through times of idolatry, irreverence and sin, it mg it. They are the basis of animal life and ex of ourselves, and of doing as much in the sphere 
er the light and the diameter of the ciic’e illnri in er etT f ° r . y ° Ur cblldren ’ m ^er-first, moral is still a b’essing. the more that it was left us when istence; their very beauty, their social and benevo- where we are placed, as possible-Aftert Barnes. 
nteri the orenier nriii t ,1 tmiD- xielleuce, second, intellectual improvement; the beauty ot Eden was lost, and ‘ thou shalt earn lent language, render even this troubled scene a __ 
ciicle-the dividincr h? , " CUm n e, h! ,Ce !i , V h ! lt third ’ P h -V 8ica ' weH-heing; last of all, worldly thrift thy bread by the sweat of thy brow” was made the place of delight. He who communes aud medi- Faith—W hen God has a word of command faith 
ness - between the known aVd the unknown ^ ^ "“ d y °” maV ^ ble8Sing peualty of ‘H^hedienc* But whether it is an ap- tares among trees and flowers shaU find his Maker hath an ear to hear, a heart to be willing, and feet 
between the known and the unknown. promised to Christian nurture— Everts. predated blessing or not, we don’t know. Some- there to teach his listening heart. ready to go on his errand. 
bath an ear to hear, a heart to be willing, and feet 
ready to go on his errand. 
