MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND EMILY NEWSPAPER. 
SEPT. 18. 
Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
THE Last time. 
1 have climbed up the rock for the last, last time, 
And I sit on the moss alone, 
How my heart's deep love is still twining around 
The brow of this gray old stone. 
How my thoughts leap up, and my heart throbs fast, 
As I sit on the moss alone, 
How the tear-drops fall in a glittering chain 
Down, down to the cold gray stone. 
Far down in the vale by the river's side A , . . . . 
I can see my own dear home, TlS May ’ YoU 8lt by the °P en wlndow and > ln 
But the vine is torn from the roof-tree now, the BUl1 hush of twilight, gaze out upon the land- 
And the loved ones, scattered, roam. scape. There is a breath of flowers upon the air, 
There the violets weep on their grassy beds a eound of joyous bird-songs, and a balmy stillness 
As the stranger passes by, that soothes the heart and drives away the day- 
And the lilies bend'neath the careless foot cares, while purer thoughts steal over the mind. 
IV i th a sad but fragrant sigh. Mark the softly tinted clouds, yonder, where the 
O, what will they do with my sister’s grave? sun is setting, — it needs no great stretch of the 
Will they tear the roses away? imagination to fancy you catch a glimpse of angel- 
And what will they do with the bench at the door wjng8 beblnd their I0seate luhtre . You thillk ot 
Where my father once knelt to pray ? E an<J almofat , are ^ and lhlnk . 
Th«-re s a cold, pa’e face by tbe hearth-Btone now. ,,, . . „ . , 
And hands never crossed in prayer, ln « 0t Eden - remmd ® y0Q 0t Al)AM and Evjj ’ aad 
Will the God of the fatherless lend him his smile? Y 0Q wonder if their atmosphere could have been 
Shall the White Angel still hover there? more soft and balmy than this,—if their bird-notes 
, ,, , , , could have been sweeter? You think it doubtful, 
I roamed through the woods for the last, last time h 
Ere yesterday's bud was low, ior 11 would be »trange indeed, if our birds, in thia 
And the brow of tbe earth wore a glad, sweet smile— this advanced age, couldn’t sing better than old 
mortified. She wore it once to church, but it 
seemed as if every eye was upon her, squinting to 
fiud the cotton, and as she passed out of the church- 
door, she could feel more than one hand at work 
on the fringe. These all pronounced it a splendid 
humbug. At last she traded it off to a pedlar, 
taking in its place a variety of shammy articles, 
such as table linen, which proved to be cotton, 
suspicious jewelry, &c., and now seems destined to 
wear forever tbe laded old cloak, which she wraps 
around her with unwonted tenderness and affection. 
Written for Moore’8 Rural New-Yorker. 
JOTTINGS. 
Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker 
POESY. 
BY E. M. PHILLIPS. 
I have a garden, bidden from the view 
Of all tbe busy world, a garden fair, 
With shady nooks and sunshine rip'ling thro’ 
In golden waves adown the crystal air. 
There merry blossoms greet me when I come 
With friendly smile, those bright, perennial flowers, 
And stingless bees fly, heavy laden, home, 
And store me honey in those hidden bowers. 
And there are rocky paths and rushing streams 
That give diversitude to this retreat; 
And quaint and curious grottoes, where in dreams 
I hear strange elfin music, soft and Bweet. 
And there I gathered jewels, rich and rare, 
and die unseen by human eye. Go to the moun¬ 
tains, ye misanthropic dwellers in the dusty city, 
and there, where form and fashion, and hollow¬ 
heartedness cannot follow you, make your home 
with the happy creations of Nature — the birds, 
flowers, and trees,—the rocks, winds, and storms. 
Commune with the voices that whisper from the 
tremulous pines, and ask the murmuring rill for its 
talisman of happiness. Libbie. 
St Johnsville, N. Y., 1858. 
NATURE LEAKING THROUGH CITY WALLS. 
The Autocrat talks pleasantly at the September 
table set for him in the Allantic Monthly. Here is 
a truthful record of how Nature leaks through city 
walls, right into its huge stone heart. 
What a blessing it is that, with all onr cement 
and close mason-work, we cannot make the town 
country-proof. But here is what every one has 
seen, and hardly any one thought worth telling, 
Or such in life’s young morning liuht they seemed; and we b^S our readers to believe that a good deal 
O, my heart, it was thus long ago. 
But my father’s lands are the stranger’s now, 
And he bade me not linger there, 
But I whispered— 1 * Peace, 'tie the last, last time,”— 
Dare he scorn the orphan’s prayer? 
I stood ’neath the tree like a lion chained, 
0, fierce was my spirit then, 
But I saw thee, my rock ’neath the setting gun, 
And a voice cried—“ Peace be to man." 
When the stranger came to the orphan’s home, 
He told me this rock should be mine, 
He told me in mockery, I answered him thus— 
“ Keep sacred that promise of thine." 
So I come to thee now, my own old rock, 
I climb to thy friendly seat, 
I come to thee now for the last, last time, 
Ere the cold, rough world I meet. 
I am not ashamed to show thee my tears, 
Let them fall on the cold gray stone, 
God giveth ub strength, let him list to me now, 
As I koeel on the moss alone. 
Hadley, Mich., 1858. J. A. S. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
MRS. KETCH UM’S SHAWL 
BY ANNA LINWOOD. 
Mbs. Ketchum had long been intending to pur- 
adam’s did! 
Next, you fancy what a happy, loving couple 
those two must have been—before Eve ate that 
apple. Can you imagine anything happier? We 
recollect reading, somewhere, sometime ago,some- 
And once I thought I saw the glitter there 
Of golden ore, but then, perhaps, 1 dreamed. 
The world, I fear, my garden will dpride; 
They II count but worthless all the flowers I prize, 
And though a few, I’ve culled, and shown, I hide 
The taDgled garden from their sordid eyes. 
Thus many a one has treasures all his own, 
Beyond the busy highways of his brain, 
Hid in the valleys where he walks alone, 
Where none can enter to dispute his reign. 
Bloomington, III., 1858. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
“THERE’S SOMEBODY DEAD IN THERE.” 
of the chinking of the solid walls of work, that 
makes a dyke against the dumps and the devil, is 
composed of what the world would echo Mr. Toots, 
and say, “ of no consequence.” 
I don’t know anything sweeter than thia leaking 
of Nature through all the cracks in the walls of 
cities. You heap up a million tuns of hewn rocks 
on a square mile or two of earth which was green 
once. The trees look down from the hill-sides 
and ask each other, as they stand on tip-toe,— 
‘‘What are these people about?” And the small 
herbs at their feet look np and whisper back,_ 
“We will go and see.” So the small herbs pack 
apple. Can you imagine anything happier? We *_^ ^ THERE.” themselves up in the least possible bundles, and 
recollect reading, somewhere, sometime ago, some- « There’s somebody dead in there ” said one little "?! tuntl1 tb ® wind 8t8als to them at night, and 
body’s opinion as to how much they missed by boy t0 another, as I passed a house on the bell ZhZ 8 ’ ‘ . < ?° me W1 f th me ‘” Then they 8° Boft 'y 
never being children; but we beg leave to assert, knob of which buDg a little piece of’black crane h ** 7° th ® great clt y>-° ne to a cleft in the 
as our opinion, that what they lost was more than M y heart rep eated what the little boy had said- paVeme “ ? ° De * a 8pout on the roof - one to a 
made up by what they gained. If Adam never did .. lbe re’s somebody dead in there as I walked ““T 10 7 marbleB over a . rich gentleman's bones, 
know what fun it was to play marbles, roll hoop, slowly and thoughtfully down the street All who grave ™ t ? 10 . nt a ^one, where 
or ride down hill on a sled, he never knew what it Da88ed and saw the 1pornn . .. p „„_. nothlng bnt a “ an ia buned, — and there they 
or riae aown nni on a siea, ne never Knew wnat it Da88ed and saw the emblem ieo^„«a „ -° - mere iney 
was to be a poor baby, tossed and trundled by a 8tory tbat « 80 mebodv was dead » r . * 7 ° r & grow ’ loo ^ iD g down on the generations of men 
doting mother, an anxious grand-motber, and two cared t0 askj or know y d d ’ But wh °’ few from mouldy roof, looking up from between the 
or three dozen loving aunts—smothered in blank- 
“i!, e cj'. h oortW.' d “ d M ".re drifting ihe ,no„ ihro.gh the street, and only a light breath .timing, .nd yon wiTl"he^ ZZZZ aee ™ 0ed ’P 1 "*. “m 
And il Era never did have a mother to comb [ "!j“ g ,t0 “ “‘ <Jow “ lk * nJ roof, a little Mranger them saying to each other,—"Wait awhile!” The that live, within his'hearTa 
her hair, and make her rag-dolls, she never had Wlth a Uce 80 little!—and eyes that looked words run along the telegraph of those narrow it i 8 truth 1 ’ 1 8 ’ 
anybody to box her ears when she tore her frock, "° D erln g'Y aromid on the new world it had dis- green lines that border the roads leading from the j f we wjsb t v honorable if we deem it a 
or muddied her pantalets; nor any great ugly covered, made two hearts glad. And by-and-by it city, until they reach the slope of the hills, and pr Mw e and du£ to^ P reselve“onr name^ld 
brothers to cut off her doll’s head, and tear down grew 80 8 I0D g ’ iat 11 made brief journeys from the trees re P eat in low murmurs to each other,— character—and look forward to the dav when some 
her play-houses. And what are the few joys of a oh«ur to mama’s outstretched arms, laughing the “ Wait awhile!” By and by the flow of life in the thing 0 ? Jrt ^ 
childhood, when compared with the trials it neces- , W 1 L as ar 88 c ' m Often as I passed the streets ebbs, and the old leafy inhabitants—the must have a place in our heartp and we cannot 
sarily brings with it. No! We think Adam and t°™ d a " d smaller tribes alwa >' 8 front-saunter in, one by wind our^ LI deed * 
Eve superlatively happy, in jumping into life full- “ ! IT i °h th<5 ha,f oae ’ ^ careless seemingly, but very tenacious, t ion upon the sandy and^S groaS. of 
frrmvni closed blinds, and my heart blessed the little child, until they swarm so that the great stones gape ILa a aZ grounds or raise 
8 Tf L . ... . ... , But a few days ago it sickened, and last night, from each other with the crowding of their roots, T • . p 
ButEvE missed it mightily once, when she ate when the sun went down, it died. and the feldspar begins to be picked out of?he Itl8E ^ rlD J ared b y befal8C hearted; and when 
tnftt, aniiiP.! Yon wonder what, nn Pftrth rinacaccorl I * r o 1 V/ttCU uui ui IUC u rViiKhftd tn pnrth shall nca orvoin 
Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
ALONE. 
God pity me, I am alone, 
In this wide world there is no heart 
To beat responsive to my own; 
No tender hand, with magic art, 
To soothe life’s griefs, and pains, and cares. 
Or point to weary feet the hidden snares. 
No smile-wreath’d lip, no love-lit eye. 
E’er wait to greet me as I come; 
No voice calls to the wand’rer by, 
Bidding me find a welcome home 
Beneath Love’s shelt’riDg wing. I am alone, 
Friendless, unloved, unpitied, and unknown. 
Earth is a desert drear; no flowers 
Exhale their sweets, or bloom for me; 
No birds beguile the weary hours 
With songs of joy or melody; 
No fount, no shade where I may rest by day; 
At night, no star-gleam to illume my way. 
Mine evermore with blist’ring feet 
To tread these burning sandp, in haste 
To reach, what seems mine eyes to greet, 
As an oasis ’mid the waste— 
Mine evermore to find these visions fair, 
Were but a mirage on the desert air. 
Thus as my hopes fade one by one, 
The hopes I’ve loved to cherish. 
My heart gives way, my strength is gone, 
I faint—save me, or I perish. 
Oh, Father in Heaven, hear this, roy prayer, 
And grant me strength e’en still the cross to bear. 
My earth-worn spirit flies to Thee, 
Oh, God, for aid—be thou my guide, 
And though alone, yet still shall I 
Press boldly on, whate’er betide, 
No more to be oppressed, dismayed, cast down, 
My watchword e’er thro’ life, “ no cross no crown.” 
Rush, N. Y., 1868. Elplkda. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
TRUTH. 
less trodden pavements, looking out through iron T at. s . ,, , 
A few short months since, when the cold winds cemetery-railings. Listen to them, when there is °° b 6 !“ maa — an J thin g 
18 that lifts him above the degraded, and places him 
“ au , u ™ u 11 ’cntmig to pur- But Eve missed it mightily once, when she ate _ h '" " v “ ^“ 7*7^ 
c ase an expensive s ,tw . To see her come into that apple! You wonder what on earth possessed t ; f ’ . . - — -vru»iiw lumuw, ssui rw agus, 
meeting with her melancholy bonnetand faded old her to do it Ob, yes. You recollect-it was that ^ “ 8 a —t face at he wmdow to-day, and granite to find them food. At last the trees take and appear more beautiful than before. Even 
cloak, one would never have suspected her of Old Serpent And that sets you wondering what w “ d:neVM re8 t until should it be trampled upon and disfigured by those 
cherishing such an ambition. All her exertions 8or t of a snake Satan chose to creep into,-if it » ttlebo y> bey have encamped in he market-place. Wait who have no soul or feeling for the “good and beau- 
for jears had been tending to this same purpose, wasn't one of those little gray “ varmint’s,” out knoZth ^ ^ ^ ^ ,0U T," “ ° ld dotin * oak tiful,” by its own strength it will lift its head and 
but it was only this winter that she “ got to it,” as her e in the woods. They look as if he wasn’t out ] “Zf b tteTthan aTvT! i Z STlT*? ^ " hUge ^T ^ ** ^ 8tand even more beaulifal for its oPP^ssion. So 
she phrased it She meant to have the nicest, 0 f them yet. , better ; hai1 anybody else, that “there’s ground arms; that was the corner-stone of the long as truth is our guide the “ world will see and 
shawl worn to church and to surprise all her Eve was silly though, wasn’t she? to be so easily ^^whiteMverinZbst . ° h ’ ^ ^ ^ ^ impertUr ' cal1 U8 honorable.” And when by-paths are open 
neighbors. It was to be a brocbe long shawl, the taken in. ' However, you think it goes todemom foteofY^ ^ _ tolead U9 from tbe ri S ht , truth, the pure and noble, 
best of its kind, and to cost just thirty five dollars! strate the march of improvement for vou raiher s vr.rn„ i / >od he p •*^’*' - will stand by ns and whisper—“ The path of hon- 
Behold her how, «a.ed lh a HW,e green democrat ““,, ^T.t. ZlTg more i e.?JhZe» ^d L hoVhZIe ,71°, HMB SAL BE AUTY. e.t y i. the only path right.” 
«nd»t1 i ! l,e ‘' 1 “ P ’ tot “ oluswomc ' 1 But it Beems misery ,„a atilm,,.. the, will e„r^ th, little one to its •» inconceivable wealth of beantymnat T ™‘h Carrie, »i,h it pro.pcHty,happinere, and a 
nanion but her faithful horse on > W '' D ® C °“' loved company then as well as now, for when Eve quiet home m Mount Hope, to await the coming of reside in the mind which, without copy, first called c ° a? oience in° ensive. It leads to enjoyments 
pan ‘!f J 7 V , her t way t0 the f oond Bhe had got herself into a scrape, she mast its Redeemer. coming ol ^ nnmberlesa hueg flnd ^ re _ which nothing else can give. Falsehood is but 
reflections,^! Zect HCr °“' )S iDi ” "> t0 °- Th ‘' ” CD “ T1 “'i' “v. buried their dead ont of their eight 1<«™ “Ch other and melt into each other in the ““' :‘ tep t0 ( crl “ e ' ’“"J. prod “ c “ m “7 “? 
renl.hid e.ervbodv woo d b?.?t «* *+ »“* »»”■> come to look at , n d .till it ...ms a» if somebody dead in tba ,aat “ Natnre-wbieb devised these count- ?“*' ?* ."a 7 'j o j S °°t’ 
Z rrfs IZ SSfdto »„b •?' “• ** S° od ““Si Um, after all! Yen Ob,those areead honrsat.bc llresid land '«» of vegetable life, from tbe wayside 1'T Md h ’' 1<!ke4 “ e ,“t 11 
S onte nracefilfoidl ’ ” ‘ h ° L ° W M,LT< ”‘ deoorites it.—the angel only ,he, who have felt them knowsad when Hewer that bloom, to day and withers to-morrow, E f. k ,'n ”, bT a “ j 
g Trri“d“,r: r M“K.rc,,t- 1 .d,p„ M d„,her IZZ 77! “-V" there, somebody dead, n there.”' tw” ^ fore.tgi.nt which onti^thc rise.nd fai, of 
' i L r 8hoold ^ did not god Kad K back rr sss _ 
wiK^^zzs ;r,hZ” - zsszsz 
“ Crushed to earth, shall rise again, 
uih me re bable Nature. to j ead ng j- rom tke truth, the pure and noble, 
God help -•-* will stand by us and whisper—“The path of hon- 
wbile the NATURAL BEAUTY. es t y j 8 bbe on j y p atb rjgktyf 
one^o'its an inconceivable wealth of beauty must TrDth carrie8 ff with U Prosperity, happiness, and a 
comingof reside in the mind which, without copy, first called ^lence inoffensive. It leads to enjoyments 
8 forth these numberless hues «nri sharia which nothing else can give. Falsehood is but 
NATURAL BEAUTY. 
What an inconceivable wealth of beanty must 
forth these numberless hues and shades that re- 
varieiy oi orocne snawis was shown her nn/i at , ,. 
last her eye fell on one which exactly suited her- J T T Ck 
nattern. colors, and nnalitv RKn * u ? ,, ! °J C ™° bU * (?) “ .^ hloh . P redo “'O aa t quality in 
OPPOSITE CHARACTERS. 
pattern colors, and quality. She saw it in !i - v ' ““ quauijr win it ne Baia, “tnere's someboi __ 
Bible lights and at all distances so as tn te/tv.!' E ' Satan P robabl Y took advantage ot,) — would Perhaps that somebody will be you, or me; per- beautiful to be replaced by one of equal loveliness, It is very instructive, often, to observe the fitness 
general effect. She asked the clerk all snrf« nf b av0 P re ^ ented a “y suc h calamity! But you don’t haps the sweet wife that journeys by our side, or aud yet yields at once its fancied pre-eminence to of opposite qualities for different circumstances, 
questions, such as what would be his lowest rn*h be .‘ ev ® that ^ DA “ wa ? 80 ®“* ire J y waDtin R in curi- the little one that nestles close in a corner of our lt8 8ucce8Sor! A person who appears to great disadvantage in 
price—if it would wash and if he would warrai t 081ty ’ d °y° u? 8ir - U ho had been, he would heart. God help us in that hour, for all human Thus, who can say which is the more replete one place, acquits himself to his honor in another, 
it to be every thread wool,—which he did not hesi- never bave eaten that a PP le > if e ye coax him, help will tail. Of every earthly house will it, soon- w . itb beauty—day, with its all-revealing light, or Perhaps no two sisters were more unlike than 
tatetodo. Its price was’just thirty-five dollars — tbougb dou b tless man Y “lords of creation,” will e r or later, be said, “there’s somebody dead in ni R ht > with its countless centres of fainter radi- Martha and Mary of Bethany. The former was a 
Bheat last concluded to take it and now behold bereadyt0 aver ’ tbat woman ■• 8 worse than there;” but there is a house not made with hands, anc e; — spring, with its outgushing from every stirring, bustling, resolute, and perhaps irritable 
her again in the green democrat, in jubilant soii-its SATAN—in tnal res P ect > ut least of which this shall never, never be spoken. Down fountaia of life, its promise half hidden, half-dis- woman. The latter was moderate, quiet diffident, 
on her way homeward. As she rode alon^ he Well > if E VE had never eaten that apple, what through the ages sounds the glorious, everlasting closed, its fresh, thin field and forest drapery; sum- and amiable. When Jesus visited them at thefr 
could not help expressing her happiness bnim^ 8 loriou8 times we wou,d have had! No baking, proclamation, there, there shall be no more death— mer > with its richer, deeper verdure, its gayer home, both welcomed him with glad hearts. Mar- 
ming snatches of old songs that she had learned churnlng ’ mop P in *’ washing dishes, &c., &c..-and if y0 u and I, dear reader, have a mansion in that forms ’ and more festive aspect ! autamD i with its tha was inclined to prepare the meal, while Mary 
at singing-school long before she was Mrs Kr ■ a11 that < ia t0 be done tomorrow! On! dear! don’t house, let death come to our earthly house, if God harvest wealth, its party-colored foliage, and its was more inclined to talk with her Lord. But the 
um. All at once the thought flashed ul ^ Z you wish she never had. Its dark. Betty, bring send it. It can trouble ns but a little while, and P iles of gold and crimson in the western sky; or former became weary and irritated about her 
If ato Bari m,.... 1 0D . . the bgbt 8 iu ! Nellie. tht n. at last. standiDBf within the fold nf the hoary winter, in its simpler, purer robe, with its housework, while the latter sat meek and lovelv at 
Bible lights aud at all distances so as to iret'the r--—remaps mar Bomeooay win De you, or me; per- 
general effect. She asked the clerk all sorts of Zi! ^ ^ C& ?“7 ‘ Bntyoudon ’ t baps the sweet wife that journeys by our side, or 
questions, such as what would be his lowest cash t d * * ^ m “7 f° if “ CUn ‘ tbe little one that ne8tles close in a corner of our 
price if i, „.,d „s,b sad if he J7Z7 ^ 
her again in the green democrat, in jubilant spirits 
now behold Satan— in that respect, at least 
what if she had been cheated ? There was nothing Webster, N. Y, 1858. 
like those city clerks and for all she knew, her ’---- 
shawl was half cotton. Poor Mrs. Ketchum! She Parental Example. —Example is a living les 
could not help unwrapping that little package and B0D - The life speaks. Every action has a tongue, 
picking away at the fringe to see if it was all right Words are but articulate breath. Deeds are the 
It felt like wool, but the more closely she exam- fac-similies of the soul: they proclaim what is 
ined, the more she fancied that she detected the within. The child notices the life. It should be 
then, at last, standing within the fold of the Good boary winter > in its simpler, purer robe, with its housework, while the latter sat meek and lovely at 
Shepheid, all tears shall be xciped from off all faces. de l' ca l <3 frostwork and its icy stalactitiea? Go the feet of Jesus. How greatly to her disadvan- 
Rochester, N. Y., 1858. s. a. E. where you will, you escape not the reign of beau- tage did Martha appear, when she yielded to the 
----—- ty. Daring the long polar night, the northern leading elements of her character, and rushed into 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yerker. fires bathe heaven and earth in splendor more the presence of Christ, saying, “ Lord, dost thou 
THE MOUNTAINS. gorgeous than day. The torrid sand-waste still not care that my sister hath left me to serve alone? 
- lies beneath a glorious sky, and is studded with bid her, therefore, that she help me!” “Passion- 
How grand, how gloomy, how eternal are the oases rich in all the tokens of creative love, ate woman!” we are ready to exclaim; and, as we 
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bnme he P r fsfZ-ZtZ' By the tune 8 ^® re . ached in barmoDy with goodness. Keen is tbe vision of mountains! Their veteran heads, hoary with Na- Wreaths and fillets of azure mist, belt the bare turn away to Mary, she seems more lovely than ever. 
diatel’v sent for a neiJhhn woe " b,e ^ 0 ^ 1 ®* She imme ' J ou ; ? very mark 18 transparent. If a word is tur e’s eymbolic snows, tower towards the vast con- mountain crags, while about their summits the But now behold them in different circumstances, 
oiateiy senttor a neighbor—who had tbo rpmiiQri™ thrown into one balance, a depri iatbroum intn ..* ___ , ......... vuvumo™™, 
diat.ely sent for a neighbor who bad the reputation thrown into one balance, a deed is thrown into the cave of Heaven, and in their proximity to the sky 
of being very sharp-sighted-and to her she com- ot her. Nothing is more important than that e’en forget that their foundation is on the humble 
mumcated her suspicion. parents should be consistent A sincere word is e arth. The mountains are the sentinels of the 
It looks well,” said that lady, gazing on the never lost But advice, counter to example, is al- land . Far away towards the heavens they rise, and 
shawl with unfeigned admiration, “but you can’t ways suspected. Both cannot be true; one is false. 8 , er n and immovable a* earth itself, watch over 
Signs and wonders of the element At a later period, their brother Lazarus died, and 
Utter forth God, and fill the hills with praise. the Savior visited them in their sorrow. Martha 
- —_ was ca ] m> and W ent out to meet Jesus as he ap- 
Unconscious Influence.— The very handling proached the house. She was so composed that 
, ... . raoy, gazing on the ;oc, oouuwjr io example, is ai- i and> Far away towards the heavens they rise, and Unconscious Influence.— The very handling proached the house. She was so composed that 
, J ! Zh-Z 6 ad “ irat .' 0D ’ “ but y° u can ’t ways suspected. Both cannot be true; one is false. H teru aud immovable as earth itself, watch over of the nursery is significant, and the petulance, the she could converse about her deceased brother 
depend on nothin’ now-a-days,” and forthwith she Example is like statuary. It is reality. The eye ,he ant-hill bustle at their feet. Never shall I for- passion, the gentleness, the tranquillity indicated and thus appeared well. The elemente of her 
proceeded to pick it to pieces. “ You can’t tell by dwells upon it; the memory recalls it; the imagi- get the noble range 0 f Catskill’s that bounded my by it, are all reproduced in the child. His soul is character fitted her to pass through such scenes 
saiA the wise^nei^Y bDmin ’ 0n ® m ” T7 r ^ * i u iDflUenCe enter8 . ^ youthfal vl8ioD ’ aad for many a cbildish year da " y a purely rec ® ptive natare ’ aad tbat a <=«« 8 i d ^ a - more calmly than Mary Even Without grace! 
to cotton.” 8 ° r ’ here s a certain smell sa ’ ^ a examp e ecomes incorporated charmed me and taught me to love my native ble period, without choice or selection. A little suchelementsenableapersontomeetbereave- 
TclndlewasH.hted^’frN u „ He cannot forget place . Away ,o the south and south-west they further on, he begins voluntarily to copy every- meat better than their opposites. But Mary was 
tried for witrhnmtt nd lf tba sbawl had been ' u 18 ^ blesses. If it is stretched, an unbroken chain, their undulating out- thing he sees. Voice, manner, gait, everything too much overwhelmed with grief to leave the 
severer testa. There! cou d not bav ^ been pUt to cu ”®“* e parent may die, his example line sketched in bold relief against the sunset sky, which the eye sees, the mimic instinct delights to house. She did not make her appearance till 
BageZnclusion^thaf 8 " thZre 1’ hif Ca “ e t0 ^ a conlte^ wl l ’ “ unblemi8hed pictur ®> and their forest-mantled sides blended in one haze act over. And thus we have a whole generation Christ sent for her, and then she could only say, 
or there might not” b / m,ght 7 cotton in Jt > _ , ( _ of blue, that darkened into more sombre shades of future men, receiving from us their very begin- prostrating herself at his feet,—“Lord, if thou 
convened a council of theTr neighborTTarteS Gardening for Ladies.* —Make upyourNearly “ 7 8Un withdrew ^ 8mi1 ®’ and when by mo ° n - DiDg8 ’ f® d th ® deepe8t 7 pul8 ® 8 ° f their lif ® and hadst been here - my broth ^ bad not died.” Her 
broche shawls were borrowed as standards S ex in tho morning; buttons on your husband’s ^ “ y8t ! C be&m th ® f Z7 T l™ *7^ 777 7 g ® ntl ® 8pirit was wel1 ni g b crasbed ander tbe 8 °^ 
cellence—and now a dozen hands were busv nick 8hirt8 5 do nat rake up any grievances; protect the ? d ’ dark and g1 °° my 8badow , 8 lark ® d at their base - famiIy ’ before ^ hearth, and at the table; and row. We can almost see the workings of an un- 
ing away at the unfortunate shawl dosingit with ^ and ***** branches of your family; plant a hk ® th ® ban of an evil spirit. What when we are meaning them no good or evil, when reconciled feeling in her heart Martha exhibits 
acids, and breaking and burning the threads. It 8m ile of good temper in your face, and carefully a 7 acher 18 Ndtur ® ~ and th ® mountains are her we are conscious of exerting no influence over much more Christian fortitude and submission to 
really began to have a jaded look as though re out all angry feelings, and expect a good crop \ r ♦ u , f t t , 7“’ ^ 7 *7™* fr ° m U8 lmpr ® 8810 “ 8 aad f e 8evere dispensation. And Christ appears to 
solved to keep companywith poorM^s. Ketphum’s of happiness. Go and trace to its rocky fountain the crystal mo ds of habit which, if wrong, no heavenly dis- have recogn.zed this difference of character. For 
face. The best iud es decided h a cu , 8 __ stream let that, from the dark caverns of the cipline can wholly remove; or, if right, no bad as- to Martha he discoursed for her comfort; but to 
to be allwool Hiere w' VlZ tb ° ngh il Conversation.— The most casual remark lives mountain, comes dancing and leaping as in joy at sociation utterly dissipate. Now it may be doubt Mary|he brought a fountain of tears. As he looked 
doubt and when their *” 8 ' 80030 r °° m for forever in its effects. There is not a word which its freedom from its prison of stone. Go where ed, I think, whether, iu all the active influence of upon her at his feet, convulsed with agony, he had 
gravely shook their hea^dsa'Zd 11 r SS i aSlied ’ bas not a moral history. And hence it is tbat every never humau foot has trodden and, midst the wild our lives, we do as much to shape the destiny of no words suited to her case. He stood speechless, 
By this time the storv!i VT ® C ine an answer “ idle word” which men utter assumes a character ravines and gigantic forest monarchs, study the our fellow-men, as we do in this Bingle article of and “wept.” Martha found consolation in his 
t/»H tuot mJ u„ „ J \ a , f 6n gen ® ra ycircula - bo important, that an inquest will be held on it in lessons that the grandeur and simplicity of Nature unconscious influence over children.— BushnelL words—Mary in his tears .— Conereeationalist. 
i«u inai airs, ketchum nad been to the citv of R „ , . , ,, a 
and paid thirty-five dollars fo b ■? h^i i the general judgment— Harris. ‘ present to us. Search where never sunlight stray- ---- -—~~- 
ev>ot v, a la „ S °, r a rocb e shawl, and --- ed, and find the tiny flowers whose scented petals If we justly look upon a proneness to find faults UsEFULNEsa—Blessed are they who see the day 
mat sue nad got dreadfully cheated as it proved to 
the general j ud gment.— Harris. 
words—Mary in his tears.— Congregationalism 
-- ed, and find the tiny flowers whose scented petals If we justly look upon a proneness to find faults UsEFULNEsa—Blessed are they who see the day 
There is a paradox in pride — it makes some were never kissed by the sunbeam, and which, as a very ill and mean thing, we are to remember of glory, but more blessed are they who contribute 
behalf COtt P M • P \ “ “ ~ I—^ ouluc | UG.U rkioocu ujr iuu Diiuuuom, nuu wuuuii, oa a vcijr luauu mottU LRIU^, WC ULC IO reineiHUer wut muiC UltfSSt 
oor ra Ketchum was terribly ridiculous, but prevents others from becoming so. “wasting their sweetness on the desert air,” bloom ' that a proneness to believe them is next to it to its approach.— Seeker. 
