MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 
OCT. 23. 
Written for Moore’s .Rural New-Yorker 
"MY LOST BRIDE.” 
BY IDA FAIRFIELD. 
She was a fair, young creature, 
As fragile as the flower, 
Which opens in the sunlight, 
To wither in an hour— 
A spirit pure and stainless, 
Far more to Heaven allied 
Than to this dull and sordid earth. 
And thus I lost my Bride. 
My love could not detain her, 
Its walls of living flame 
Fell crumbling unto ashes 
When the Death-Angel came. 
She was my richest treasure, 
My glory and my piide, 
Her love lent life its only charm, 
How could I spare my Bride ! 
Eut I have sometimes fancied, 
At holy eventide, 
A form of angel beauty 
Steals softly to my side ; 
A Bweet voice murmurs near me, 
And I have vainly tried, 
Within my clinging arms, to clasp, 
Once more, my long lost Bride. 
But azure wings unfolding, 
The Seraph soars away, 
And my sad heart is strengthened 
To live another day. . 
And thus, as years roll onward, 
Their marks I would not hide, 
For, with each deepening furrow, 
I hasten to my Bride. 
Her loving smile will greet me 
Upon that Sunny Shore, 
Her sweet voice sounds a welcome 
Above the River's roar— 
It was not ours to journey, 
For long years, side by side, 
But away in yonder Heaven, 
I claim my youthful Bride. 
Independence, N. Y., 1858. 
Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
GRATIFY THE LITTLE ONES. 
“Father,” said a little boy, some seven or eight 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker 
THE GIFT OF BEAUTY. 
“Mother, Herbert Grayson says that I am 
beautiful,” remarked a little girl of eight summers, 
as through the vine-wreathed piazza she came 
lightly tripping into her mother’s room. And, in¬ 
deed, nature had been lavish in tinting the picture 
that met the parent’s gaze. A half hour had that 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
AUTUMN. 
BY B. HOWLAND. 
parent been pleading with her God to guide her in Y™ T 8mile ''’ 
f . . , , \ ® And lights it with the glory of fabled, fairy isles ; 
training her household plants, and an answer to T he earth is filled with beauty-the glow of the sunset 
the child’s remark rose to her lips as readily as the 
water pours over the basin of a fountain. 
Illnmes the leafy forest in all its brilliant dyes, 
“ Come to my side, my Emily,” she said, then 0f russet, gold and crimson, with which a hand unseen, 
twined her arms around the form of her fair bad. 
“ Yon are pretty,” said she, “ but this should beget 
By magic has created a most enchanting scene. 
’Tie beautiful as Summer, but yet we miss the flowers, 
neither pride nor haughtiness, or plant within your And the music of the song-birds that cheered the Summer 
heart seeds of selfishness. Beauty is a gift that hours; 
Tom writes a letter for me. I tell John to do va¬ 
rious things of importance to me, and one of impor¬ 
tance to himself,—to go home for a week. John 
will be once sorry for me and twice glad for him¬ 
self when he gets that. And the bright eyes will 
be dry and will sparkle. 
Tom sits by the fire reading his paper, the chil¬ 
dren are far in fairy-land, Susy is busy at her work- 
basket, while I lie watching her. There is a quiet, 
kind expression on her face, as if the reflection of 
some good deed had lingered there. Conventions 
may resolve, and enthusiasts prate, but woman’s 
highest and only true sphere, is as the refiner and 
helper of man. From her we get our standards of 
beauty and worth, bodily or menta 1 . In Prosperity 
she cheers, and in Adversity consoles us. She may 
not fight our battles for us, but when faint, and 
Jehovah bestows alike on flower, tree, brute crea- Tbe wic dsare sleeping on the sea, the sunshine on the wonn< 3ed and bleeding from the fray, her hands 
tioD, and man, in varied forms. My daughter has 
shall bind up our wonnds snd soothe our minds. 
received it in the form of grace of figure and Andsoft tbe slow-pulsed billows are throbbing on the Her foes in their trouble shall bless the heart which 
B & strand. nWIro _LJ.L _n . 
comeliness of feature; in the silvery tone that 
pities and the hand which relieves them. And we 
marks her laughter and speech, and in her light In tbe warm and pleasant sunlight of this quiet afternoon ,ove ber > to °- Cynics may sneer, but from the 
tread over house and field. Days will come to her The meadow ' brook ig fiin 8 in K a dreamy undertone ; Cradle to the Grave, as Mother, Bister, or Wife, we 
and she will have a chance to use these gifts in TXT tbe monrvlul I almost seem to hear reverence, we love, and we cherish True Woman, 
malrincr ulnri ti,„ heart, the x,.»a footstep8 of Summer Hogerirg near. May her Rights be ever heeded. 
and she will have a chance to use these gifts in 
, . a a « .. , * ain *v echoing footsteps of Summer liDgenre: near, 
making glad the hearts of the family band, and of The loveliness of Autumn is an emblem of decay, 
those who shall tread life’s paths with her, by Like the fever-flush upon the cheek of those who pass 
speaking the gentle word, arranging the sick one’s away. 
pillow, wreathing a kindly smile for the care-worn, - T i 8 said the dying dolphin, when life is almost o'er, 
timid, and weary. But never will she have^wsf oc- Glows with a rainbow brightness it never had before ; 
casion to let vanity dwell in her heart, or exhibit So, when the days are waning and Nature sinks to rest, 
But invalids must sleep. Good night. 
THE COMET. 
I hate just been out “star-gazing,” and as the 
itself in her demeanor, for by no merit of her own Mi,d Autumn flings his banner of beauty on her breast,— ' c Y nosure °f a H eyes,’- at present, is the Comet, of 
does she possess these attributes; and swiftly He decks tbe fading forest in robes ef radiant hue, 
will time go by and behold them decayed and And ba ^ g around the far-off hills a mellow haae of bine, 
crumbled back to their mother dust. Mother *** °‘ ’ c ’’ ° 
hopes that her spirit beautified by a right nse of 
the gifts will dwell in ‘ mansions not made with - „„ IT 
hands, eternal in the Heavens.’” DKLAMER. Iso. III. 
Emily went from the room with a new lesson _ 
printed upon her heart, which remained stamped , _ 
there until childhood had given place to woman- “Man proposes but God disposes,” said some 
hood. And not only in her heart did it find a one, and we are all proving the truth of the saying, 
place, but was lived out in her actions. Her com- We all plan 8nd say to-morrow I shall do this thing, 
STRIVE, WAIT AND PRAY!- 
BY ADELAIDK ANN PROCTOR. 
Strive ; yet I do not promise 
The prize you dream of to-day, 
Will not fade when you think to grasp it, 
And melt in your hand away ; 
But another and holier treasure, 
You would now perchance disdain, 
Will come when your toil is over, 
And pay you for all your pain. 
Wait; yet I do not tell you 
The hour you long for now, 
Will not come with its radiance vanished, 
And a shadow upon its brow ; 
Yet far through the misty future, 
With a crown of starry light, 
An hour of joy you know not 
Is winging her s’ient flight 
Pray; though the gift you ask for 
May never comfort your fears. 
May never repay your pleading, 
Yet pray, with hopeful tears ; 
An answer, not that you long for, 
But diviner, will come one day ; 
Your eyes are too dim to see it. 
Yet strive, and wait, and pray. 
PARTINGS. 
“ Who hath not felt their power— 
Who hath not mourned o’er the parting hour:” 
0, the bitter paDg of parting from those we love 
decks the fading forest in robes cf radiant hue, course I could see nothing else. Looking at this, _ 
I hangs around tbe far-off hills a mellow haze of blue. «s it went whisking and flashing through the Solar “ Wno hatb Bot felt their power— 
ew Yoik, Oct., 1858. System, the thought struck me how like some hu- ba1b not mourned o’er the parting hour:” 
-- man beings is that erratic visitor. 0, the bitter pang of parting from those we love 
Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker. Mr. A.— a person of small means, and still smaller and with whom we have so long associated. It 
THE DREAMER.—No. III. head —comes flashing into a neighborhood, and smarts the tear drops, and we weep at the sad 
- soon draws a long train after him, who give out that thought of bidding adieu to our heart’s cherished 
proposing and disposing. he is a person of vast resources, and all lesser lights idols. A brother or sister leaves the parental roof 
vr. v nrr>Tin „ a Lt must be thrown in the back greund. Itissurmis- to dwell in a distant land, and as we watch the 
and we are all nrovinn the wh of u ^ 8 ° me ed that if hiS conrse is ob8trncted a “ d a collision bn8 7 wheels which bear them forever from our 
’all D’au and all to-morrow t LllZlZl eDSBes ' tbat . everything b « locked into pi and and listen to that low « good-bye,” do we not 
I paratively pure heart, a true tell tale of those sur- and another day that, but fortunately for T a l T*™ 1 ^ X nalt . T in a few days 1?’ th&t the h< T °, f partiDg is illdeed a sad one? 
rounding her, was never won by asy of the haughty wisertbanus sends the event. We are too blL ?! llfZZZL™* “T* ‘T T* "T her 
and pretending ones who sought It; but by Her sometimes to see why our dearest plans arethwart- n A Chem . ic ° Ag ncultnral Philosopher, childhood’s home feels that she is leaving those 
beet Grayson, the “ upright farmer’s boy,” as he ed, and, perhaps, our lives embittered but assuredly vTXT appearS m bb e Solar System, and with wb ° are bonnd to hbr by strong ties of affectioD, 
was called bv all it c-..- e’ ■ Y his theories is determined to throw light on all and as she takes a last look of each familiar ob- 
It n twilight,, golden autumn eye, „hen the cool room? I toy, -IoJLJiSU. Bra? ? rtH! b “‘ “• •Hb.ro.tca. ject, momorle. of the paat and gone swoop o-or her 
---*!» ■* ’ ■ - - J 1 ’ 111 eency in one direction. People soon discover that muni and she feels 
years old, “may I go out and roll my hoop in the newly wedded pair stood beneath the same elm home to the city and let John have a vacation.” 
“ No, Willy, it is Sunday morning, and you must 
not play to-day.” 
tree around which they had been playing just pre¬ 
vious to the opening of onr story. Said Emily to 
“ Why must you go so soon?” 
“0, I left John alone there, and my business 
his “seat of life” is only a nucleus for making 
money, and he passes away. 
We have many notable examples of erratic visi- 
“ That there sre partings of bitter ruth, 
When we bid farewell to the scenes of youth.” 
But there are other partiDg°, more bitter than 
her companion, “It was here that yon caused the will require my presence bv this time Upsideo We " ave rnany notabIe exa mples of erratic visi- , ucx * m0xe Dltier Inan 
”"*■!■««'•->?«««- w. pooo ,LIZZXZZ .‘S^roTS “r, 
“But, Father, what shall I do? I wantsome body aw , ng 01 a new me in me, ana answered bis poor John is tii 
to play with. Please let me go out and”— ‘ wonderiD « « aze teU,B g bow his boyish remark well as myself.” 
“Stop your noise, young man, and go and get had P rovoked a priceless lesson from the lips of «Well, if you 
your books and sit down, and don’t let me hear ° na over whom the green turf lay now; and which have you stay, y 
teachings of getting to Heaven in some different a dying l° ved one, it is then that we feel the 
manner beside the good old oue of loving God severest anguish. Then onr deepest emotions are 
W W . . . _ _ ” fnufU nnJ nn ____ a1__11 • H 1 . _ 
another word!” 
CrOBtfallen, and wla a Bad, jot Joshed face 3*rotenKl “ WgW " ““ “** 10 ,,M «**• The FMrioro ofYh»''g^rolton ! Ws worli “ “ dre,ry 11 ««indeed 
Wii.lt pent to gather his books, and sit down— Hemi „ „ chl . „ th „ tl [ bas ,, ’ , An pl*> 1 on the eofa, with perfeot these Heavenlj bodies, is they are snpnoKd to f*“ were 11 not for ,ho “e 11 “ntlcipatlons of a 
lie had seen all the books before - nothing was flatteries by chfming in her silvery tone» the ol/ « 0D<ideilc e that I shall be able to do just so, and re- revolve around, and again appear-after a long J and ^ ere beanty unfadin S Wooms-and where 
new, nothing amused him. Finally, he ventured 0 ld adage-“ Handsome is who handsome’does ” ’ heve JoHN and m >’ 8elf in j u »t this way. But the time - so with the fashions in dress and appear- farewells and adieus are a soHnd unknown. There 
to his father s chair again, with some request. Olivet, Eaton Co., Mich., 1858. / E C papef t ““ &Ild nothing haa P ower to inter- ance. The orbits of each are somewhat eliptical a 1 bl ? kea tl6S wlU be re ‘ united > and those long 
lR(in 7 t. I loll vmi I'han onrov9 __ * 1 * Aef m a M vr honil DAoma i_ - , . r > nflrtAti r\r\ n-ill tmaaF 
had caused her to cast vanity aside, and seek for 
her companion the fair maiden, Humility. 
“Which beautified her spirit so much,” returned 
newspaper and the kind matron to her work. 
to liis father’s chair again, with some request. 
‘Didn t I tell you to keep away? Dout j T ou see 
I am reading, and can’t be bothered? Go read 
your books.” 
Just then mother came in, and Willy turned to 
Leu 
Olivet, Eaton Co., Mich., 1858. 
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your books.” HOOPOLOG Y. am afmd 1 m Slck ’ 8usr '” again, in time, be seen enlarging as it nears the Onondaca Hii, N r S F t x Bxkvk 
Just then mother came m, and Willy turned to - ' How busily the little woman bustles about to re- centre of attraction till it spreads over half the _ ’ ’ . *._ 
’^Mother, I don’t like Sunday. I wish there never D^v'beTause ^^thi nl-rtl!^ 0 • * n '- ? Wbat “ nkDOwa *«<i syrups, and firmsmmt and anon sinking Into nothin gnseo agalr. Written for Moorrfs Bnral New-Yorker, 
was a Sunday in the world! ' It’s the meanest day most ridiculous the wo i f 18 ^ , S* C °. ’ “ try ’ And when they a11 fail > with , Politicians of the present day arc striking exam- THE TRUE SOURCE OF HAPPINESS, 
there is!” meanest day most ndmulons the world has ever seen. “Oh, what an air does she say, “ You’ll have a thorough pies of onr shining visitor. As this is supposed not 
“Whv Wilty wliat’B th« mQf+o « in ’ >(H1 aie ,, t ime ’ somebody says, “every course of fevor.” So the doctor comes in and to shine by its own light, but only reflects the bor- r * v facing the history of the human race, from 
here^^nd lei me see ” matter of you? ZZTsVT' ^ tkey do ’very looks wise, and busy, and gratified, almost. I hear rowed rays of the sun, so our Politicians haveno tbe time onr parents were driven from the 
“’Cause father makes me Bit An™ n a a L'i.. nn i ieil bodies are “puffed out” him say, briskly, “A very interesting case!” in the ll ght of their own, but give out such as is received Garden of Eden > down to the present time, we see 
ao »oZ*rotm/lvT?-,? W ’" , ‘ d T LZZ?“7\T’ I T Sa rr ren0 ’ 100l, ' ! - ver . y Bame tone we 08e( i when we foinid a new bug, fromh..^»»tero. And a3 these were thought by <1>« b.ppine.. is ft, chief end end .to of onr 
“And you feci bad enomrh ni 7 t • ' " t t t} , ' 1Ioo P ol °gy tell us they wear or plant, or mineral, when we hunted the fields Sir Hsaac Newton to feed the great luminary, so exlste nce here; yet how few of the vast concourse 
onttoffirotto rooiToro^Vn 'fFf B ,° Sw f ‘ ' “ S °’ «» a «°' H " e «>«>..« .ny f.,ling s? Poft.p? PoUtlolane, ftongh mrtlng a groat blae,. mo only ".»«• who go np and down la ftla 
father and look at the pictures Tm dlSt i U - b foilablc too «P dlCS f ^ . rag ! ng ’ that was com ’ they have ' But the y are 80 « 88 d to sickness and « ivin g “aid and comfort” to some higher power, great busy world ’ ever sesure th e object for which 
them to you awhile an l Ln ^ and IJ 1 explain e 'to°- insistency is a jewel.” Thatthey suffering that they only see in you and I “interest- and generally end by being thrown off intospace th ey are so diligently searching. How many are 
£S and see^ wKu "S ^ T * ' ^ “ f8il ° f ° bserving a ing which must sooner or later come under • N ’ ««.' 7k tbe ways that present themselves to the mind of 
“ O do XZo l ZT T i W1 T h , lL dumpy w° man resembles a jug, and a tall one a their care. And then comes a long, confused vision ---- toe traveler, and how rare is the case that he 
you show me the pictures”’' ow 1 tove to have hogshead of their convenience we need not speak of bottles and papers, and a doctor, and dim figures COMFORTS OF A SMALL KOU^E chooses the right path to secure it. Some climb 
And so ZtW P owLf , , f ° r f ery ° Ue w. h ° has tra veled at all the past year, floating in The misty atmosphere, and stranue — ' to the topmost round of the ladder of Fame, and 
couple of hours and f.hou ? h '. m fo J‘ cu testify to this feature in thcscienoe. Well, what ufartliug fancies, the weird images copiured up in Ws confess to aiikingforsm.il houses and small toratime vainly imagine that they have attained 
Z ML°conclusion do we come to? Just this. Hoops arc the brain by the nooromascy of fetor. P women. Touching the former, we w 11 here fire a* object, but the pomp of power, and all the 
moro.todiST a ‘ Z If St Z. S;f 1““°”’ I? ! 3 ‘ hC « describe the absurdities a sick man's "«» »«think, sukoient reZs® Z f “ cled Pf“«“• a «end this accomplishment 
finished his o ! Te l V is tlm very doctrine that we de- dreams,- all the more absurd because of the lfttle our preference. In the first place, they imply of E r *at designs, soon loose all their fascinations, 
to walk anVcnioy the fine davVid’d^e ° l ir or anv^f tht "e "f U * smgulanty ln dress > sprinkling of possible reality in them. We are sma11 . cozy rooms. Not cramped, but mensurable. acd th e maD, left to himself, is, after all, unhappy, 
as he chose Win l teased and hi* * Tv Wlmt we w nt ^ f dress ’ rtform actions.- fully convinced they might be real, but how utterly 80 8ma11 tb at the light and heat are reflected and ] 0taers imagine that Wealth will confer upon them 
mother, tiirfromTrv wearine^s^sheT 111 S T??* T ab ^ d they would be if they were. And so we -diated from all parts. Family comfort cannot ^ in ^adlong haste to 
est me. My head seems ready to burst, and I can and are varied by the attractions of other Heavenly parted ° n earth wiU meet ’ 
feel the fever creeping slowly along mv veins. «r bodies, still the evnancVo . .. To clas P eacb oth er’s hand, 
! ; .r TJ „ f . 5oes not wear hoops. Anri giin- 
• Mother, I don t like Sunday. I wish there never ply because she thinks this fashion is one of the 
feel the fever creeping slowly along my veins. “I bodies, still the same expansive appearance may 
am afraid I’m sick, Susy.” again, in time, be seen enlarging as it nears the 
How busily the little woman bustles about to re- centr e of attraction till it spreads over half the 
HOY® M9. What unknown teas, and syrups, and firmament and anon sinking into nothingsoeo agaj". 
was a Sunday in theworld 1 Tt'a « “J* P ‘ y ^ ecause , 81ie tbl8 *W>ion is one of the cordials, I must try. And when they all fa 1 with Politicians of the present day arc striking exam- 
T. = ?,? 7 ™ lld! ^ 8 toe meanest day most ndmulons the world has ever seen. “Oh. what an air does she sav. “ You’ll W* « irTTl pies of onr shining visitor. A tw.i. 
hut you are behind time,” somebody says, “ 
what an air does she say, “ You’ll have a thorough P^s of onr shining visitor. As this is supposed not 
course of fevor.” So the doctor comes in and to shine by its own light, but only reflects the bor- 
«Whv Wtttv ™w) 0 rh a ouu.dc ui acvoi. du wo aocior comes in and WOUIUCU v* l ' 8 D«DngDi,Duion!yreHectsthebor- 
here, and let me’sec ” ° J ° U? C ° mG , T at \ f tb f y do ’ U shows yer y looLa wise - and bns J- and S^tifled, almost I hear rowed rays of the sun, so onr Politicians have no 
nere, ana let me see plainly that though their bodies are “puffed out” him sav. hristlv. “ A .. light of their own. bnt oive 
mother till from vervwAHrinooo ai ■ 7 T; 0 v aosura iney would be if they were. And so we n*uia«ta irom an parts. Family comfort cannot m mcir neaaiong naste to 
and once out of sight, some idle hoys, enticed him If ladies would tike this stand,’and follow her die- It Z tLnhi^ „ X &B ** ItlSt ° langh 
to the brook to see the little fish. tales only so far as taste would lead them “ Mrs T^ doubles of a child, or grown person even.- 
When father came in, tbe first question was, Crinoline” would soon leave the stage of action ’ art T^^^tasrea 1 to the sufferer as our afflictions 
“Where’s Willy?” ’ A ffreat crv ia made T'To 6 t0 us '- Ba J , > even m<5re 80 - sometimes. It is 
“I don’t know. I let him go out, and I dare say beads and making themselves look like young p« strangeIy trne that . maD y times our breams seem 
he has strayed away somewhere.” ' cupines. Who bfames them! Rather ^ ^ ^ “ dr6am ’ 
Don t care, why don’t you say? I should think der they do not shave their heads and clothe them- comes ^ be awakeuing, and I overhear the 
[ at the troubles of a child, or grown person even.— wbo did DOt feel sufficiently acquainted with his ple of rigbt an ff justice, and in the end find they 
They are just as real to the sufferer as our afflictions fatb er to ask him for a new cap, lived in a “pala- have been Pursuing a delusive phantom. Others, 
are to ns,—nay, even mere so, sometimes. It is tial residence.” I doubt not, for the same reason, stib , seek for Happiness in Pleasure, and in the 
“ Well, husband, I amused the child till I was 
completely tired. Why could not you spend a 
little time with him too? You always command 
him to sit down and read, just as though such a 
child, who can scarcely read, could amuse himself 
mores,— 
Cayuga 
rrrei/ ™ T 11 T™ thG Btage of action ; a re to ns,-nay, even more so, sometimes. It is t!al resid 6ace.” I doubt not, for the same reason, 8til] ’ seek f °r Happiness in Pleasure, and in the 
b ._. XT T 6 , ° Ut , TX aT1Dg their strangely true that many times onr dreams seem P eo P le livifl g among mountains are more sociable gay reve1 ’ ma y f °r a time fancy they are happy; 
iYi vf em ^e vcs, look like young par- real, and our real situation a dream than those who live on plain?. Affection, like a ba t soon, very soon, it is changed to disgust, and 
es. no blames them. Lather let us won- At j . , , smile, dies unless it is reflected. Secondly, we like the victim is leffc to tb e gloomy reflection, that the 
Jon might keep track of one child! Ill whip that .elves' in wotonuf Z d °°‘' >r Mji ” e “ SosT ' “He', intireiy o«"o“ dan- ™*'j Iook P“ id f » r ' • Zf 0 7hZe‘now 'ttZ veT der0te ? i° tk6 
hoj within » inch of his life, if he vans a„ r ^ lemaie rac - O, < mp „, o, VfiZ - «•* worse than .« tt ed-ih'd, s ,poZ‘JdtC^ 
ura N Y 1 S 58 gy 8 ould 1)8 tolerated. nursing, Ma’am and he will be out ” "" un P a1 ^ is uncomfortable. To an honest man, debts he 'earns, but too late for his own peace, what all 
’ ’* Amelia. , ' ar8 demons, and an indobted house a haunted must ^ earn > tb at “ Godliness with Contentment is 
cum* - 80 ^ 1 T T n Pretty Slck ’ kad I? and 1 had b8d boU80 f fub of creeping horrors and disquietudes as great gain -” J. m. t. 
SHUN AFFECT ATION. good care? It must have been Susy who cared for those described by Hood. Thirdly we like sma’l Assyria, Mich., 1868 . 
R E is nothing more beautiful in the young “TsHINhSg "cHUR^ 
SHUN AFFECTATION. 
Assyria, Mich., 1868. 
vr—v., van DcaiLL-iy rcau, coma amuse himself —mmjs more oeaufflui m me young 1 wonaer now long 1 have been sick? Wonder if Hkeuennlsimt ° , " T' A SHINING CHURCH. 
in that way. Yon never bend yourself a moment, of character. It is honest, frank I was dangerous? How weak I am?—andTlaziJy acquaSoe l * - 
0 please or interest him. Either I must do it, or ana attract ' v e- How different is affectation! The close my eyes and try to sleep again. Outside the acoostable^ Statw ThIL 1 a , Z “ a f~ ua - A church may be made np of men of wealth, 
he must find amusement elsewhere.” simple minded are always natural. They are, at curtain are soft footsteps, and hushed voices and like the ? d T ® are men of in tellect, men of power, high-born men, 
“0, yes, the same old story. I pity the hen, that th e same time, originaL The affected are never their noise comes to my ear with a pleasant’hum and inclined to'be’ renelleD^ aDd T* ° f iank and fasM ° D; and being 80 com - 
can t scratch for one chicken.” And so it went naturaL And as for originality, if they ever had like the sound we all love to hear in the sea-shell we like a small hoir- henans/il T f ° Urth PlaCC ’ p ° sed ' may be ’ ln a worl d l7 sense, a very strong 
Willy grew to hate the Sabbath, and his mother ^ tb ey have crushed it out, and buried it from Even Tom’s hearty voice is hushed as he comet It matters not i /L f - X T 7 ' a TheiB *** tMngS Snch a church 
to dread the day, for truly it was a long, sad, weary jjjght, utterly. Be yourself, then, young friend!- into the house. What a task it mast be to him to tastefully surrounded and adorned T d °’ 11 can launcb sbi P 8 aad endow seminaries; 
day to her. She loved her boy, and was willing to To atte mpt to be anybody else is worse than folly, keep from loud talking with those deep full lungs and flowers its observers are it 5 hrubb€ry 14 can maintain an imposing array of forms and 
amuse him, yet she was often sick, and full of cares U18 an impossibility to attain it It is contempt! of his! 8 o^rvere are its admirore and activities; it can build splendid temples, can rear 
and liked to read, but never could she take up a b * e to tr ^' But BU PPose you could succeed in imi- And Susy comes in now, quietly, tenderly as if no man whn baa asT Tri* • ^ evi eye, and a magnificent pile, and adorn its front with scalp- 
book or paper but she must lay it down, and do or taring the greatest man that ever figured in history, she feared to injure me by an excess of kindness - his home - tL abole of ht *** ^ ^ UP ° Q Bt0He ’ and bea ? orDa ' 
say something to please Willy. Father calculated won!d tb at make you any the greater? By no There are two ways of doing a favor, as if you thoh to be an Tect cf envv fZIIILZ a T? ap ° n oratoent > tm toe costliness of the 
to have his time to himself- the child must not meana ; You would al «- a 7 8 suffer in comparison all the time it would be a favor, and as if you did’nt is encouraged to say Z can build Jch f inistratl0 . n at tbe altar shall keep any poor man 
tease or interrupt him. “It belonged to the women Wlth toe imitated one, and be thought of only as think about that but inst did it l 7 1 l ™ 7 ’- \ b ld 6ucl1 a bouse ~ from entering the portal. Bat, my brethren, I will 
to lake care ot the children.'' the sh.dew of a 8 nb»t.nce - the eL of a real of a ktd hZt The firat fel t! Zoo no® ™ to! . ! "t,T T *° * “tf 1 ” 8 ’ Fit ' 1 " 3 '' te " ^ ou « can not do-it oan not Mu. 
Reader, did yon ever see such a family, and does sound—the counterfeit of a pure coin! Dr. John- praised the second to b“ too much. Which do 1 6 remain the 1 ' ec ^ 8e “ mus ^ alwa 7 s It may glitter and blaze like an iceberg in the sun; 
mj story contain any Instruction, or moral! «ton compared the heartless Imitator _ for such is J ° U T pMple ‘ ll0 " se ' v Tho “‘““'T. me ' » f ““ th * s « fomd end material in Christianity 
Queechy. be wbo effects the character of another — to the And soon Susy tells me T am cnnv»t/n n /-.<mt n foT 10 Cln C81 ^ 8UC t f. ^ ,use * dlb g en t it may make a splendid manifestation, but it can 
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Y hom to Marry. —When a young woman be¬ 
haves to her parents in a manner particularly 
another, however great. Build np your we make to remember 
and sweetness to her parents.” The fund of worth 7 T?7’ a r greaT * Bulld 
and affection indicated by such behavtor iotned a f® What ?° d 1Dtended yoa to be ~ 
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contracted, being transferred to the married state, Sir Peter LklT^h « 
nrinwf -1 7 * 10 married state, Sir Peter Lely made it a rule never to look at « 7 8 -7 AD<1 perJiap8 0Ur Weary feet are tkere 5 but from tb « large pal- 
will not fail to render her a mild and obliging abad picture, having found C experience Lt B » ther -“ yitt ^ qa i e ‘ c ™ tr j B o°k,i 8 tir e d ace to the narrow grave, the change is too abrupt 
companion. Star. whcruX u 7 -a J. XT 7 f xperience toat too,-and some bright eyes may be dim with I’ve crown sober over these nrdpra 
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whenever he did so his pencil took a hint from it. 1 watching for him. 
with I I’ve grown sober over these orders of architecture, 
and will Stop.— Ohio Farmer. 
Be thrifty to yourself that yon may be liberal 
towards others. 
