MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 
NOV. 13 . 
Watt- 
A HOME SCENE. 
Come, let cs put the curtain down, 
And lay the work aside. 
And gather up the playthings 
That you’ve scattered far and wide; 
And place the lamp upon the stand. 
Beside the great arm-chair, 
And bring the last new magazine, 
And cut the leaves with care : 
Now heap some coal upon the grate— 
He loves a cheerful fire— 
See how the flames dance merrily, 
And leap up high and higher 1 
Now place his slippers on the rug, 
And get his dressing-gown ; 
For Papa will be tired and cold, 
When he comes home from town. 
Come let me bathe your glowing cheeks, 
And make your hair look neat, 
And put your bright pink apron on : 
There, now I you’re clean and sweet I 
Now sit down on the little bench 
That Grand-pa made, and see 
How still you’ll be while Mama 
Goes to lay the cloth for tea. 
The tea-kettle sends forth its hum, 
The biscuits are so light: 
I wish he'd come, it seems to me 
He’s rather late to-night 1 
Hark ! wasn't that imrg ate that clicked t 
Hurrah 1 shouts little Will; 
And ere I’ve time to tell him, hush! 
He’s bounded o’er the sill. 
And “ Papa’s come 1” he shouts Again, 
And climbs up for a hiss ; 
And “ Papa’s turn, Oh 1 Papa’s turn f 
Echoes his little Sis. 
Oh, happy group, that live and love 
Within that humble cot: 
Many who dwell in palaces 
Might envy them their lot. 
Written for Moore's Ilaral New-Yorker. 
MUSIC. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker 
“ HOOPOLOGY,” CONTINUED.” 
I have been anxiously looking for tbe reply to 
the query, “/ wonder if Amelia wears hoops! '— 
and here it comes in the paper to-day. Greatly to 
my disappointment she does not. And why? “Be¬ 
cause she thinks the fashion one of the most 
ridiculous the world has ever seen.” Now I pro¬ 
fess to be by nature and practice one of the most 
patient of my sex, but here I confess to feeliDg my 
righteous indignation thoroughly aroused. 
It is just as absurd to ridicule and decry a style 
of dress simply because it is the fashion, as it is to 
adopt an extravagance for the same reason. Every 
ignorant and brainless scribbler, who has reached 
the position of editor to a petty newspaper, every 
rowdy npon the street corners, has had his vnlgar 
fling at hoops. Jests innumerable have been ut¬ 
tered and chronicled at their expense, and laughed 
at by high and low. Yet all the time sensible peo¬ 
ple, who have bestowed any thought upon the sub¬ 
ject, have been convinced of the -real value and 
utility of these much abased hoops. Take up any 
book on physiology, read any of the thousand 
treatises on health especially addressed to women, 
and uniformly yon will find the heat and pressure 
of heavy skirts denounced as the cause of nine- 
tenths of the cases of weakness and disease. Very 
few women who have given the subject any atten¬ 
tion have failed to notice this in their own cases. 
A great maDy expedients have been suggested by 
women who have devoted themselves to the matter 
of reform in dress, for obviatiDg this, but none so 
effectual as the use of hoops. “ Amelia” may say 
she does not burden herself in such a manner, bat 
if she would not consider herself contaminated 
by the experiment, I would earnestly request her 
to wear for one day the interdicted hoops, and then 
see if in tbeir absence she is not sensible of a 
wearisome burden she had not before noticed— 
Mind, I do not request that, “if she be tall, she 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
MEMORY’S PICTURES. 
As oft, when dreamy though** arise, 
Life’s traveled path we trace, 
How bright and sonny seem the skies 
That crown our loved birth-place. 
The childhood home—the joyous hearth— 
The friends who gathered there— 
The merry song and cheerful mirth 
Are pictures bright and fair. 
Yet, as we fill the pleasing cup 
Which Memory has portrayed, 
Dark drops of sadness, mingling up. 
Present a deeper shade. 
A brother—long by love endeared 
With hopes both bright and gay— 
Death’s cold and chilling hand hath grasped, 
And torn from life away. 
A sister, too, perchance is laid 
Beneath the chilling sod, 
And hearts, with whom in youth we played. 
Are jewels now with God. 
A mother, or, perchance, a sire, 
Is sleeping in the tomb ; 
Put out affection’s sacred fire, 
And perished manhood's bloom. 
Yet still around the faithful heart 
Those cherished ties will twine, 
And death alone can rend apart 
The friends of “ Auld lang syne 
And rnem’ry oft will bring again 
That happy, bright birth-place, 
Those days of pleasure or of pain, 
Ob, time can ne’er efface. 
Somerset, N. Y., 1858. \y. C. W. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
NEWSPAPERS. 
Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
DRESS MAKES THE KAN. 
Don’t tell me that worth makes tha man. I 
know better, and so do yon. If this were true, 
why do we see true merit left to pine by the way- 
side, and honest worth kicked into the ditch, be¬ 
cause, forsooth, Tim Tailor has not expended his 
bkill npon their persons, and got a hundred or two 
booked against them—to stay for a season? 
Worth makes the man — a pretty story truly!— 
Then why is that worthy young mechanic—who 
aoquired a superior education while serving as an 
apprentice, and who now, from his small salary, 
supports his widowed mother, aDd young brothers 
and sisters—left to struggle on without, a tvord of 
sympathy or encouragement, and literally looked 
down npon with contempt? And Alice Dhake, 
too, tbs sweet little dress-maker, who is better 
educated, has far more sense, and a nobler sonl, 
than nine-tenths of her employers, and yet what is 
she? Nothing but a sewing-girl, to be sure. 
No, no; its dress that makes the man. No mat¬ 
ter if but one idea bnrdeDs his beaver-crested 
cranium no matter if he does have to dodge at 
the corner of every street to escape the repeated 
duns of merchant tailors and haberdashers. What 
if his taper fingers could not legibly trace his high- 
sounding name—or what if they should happen to 
slip into their neighbor’s pocket, and get entangled 
in his parse—so long as his kids are of the newest 
style, and his coat fits to a T, and is renewed every 
month; while his perfumed locks emit their de- 
ightful odor, and his mustache is of tbe exaot 
trim; while he can smile, and flatter, and talk 
agreeable nonsense from dewy morn till evening’s 
sombre hour. Dress makes the mat). We have 
woman’s testimony on our side—one-half of whom 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
HERE AND HEREAFTER. 
BY KATE CAMERON. 
How can we sin, when night and day 
The solemn stars above us shine 
Still gazing downward on our way 
With their calm eyes divine ? 
How can we fear, when every bird 
And every little blossom fair, 
Which, by a gentle breeze is stirred. 
Speaks ever of God’s care ( 
How can we mourn, though friends grow cold, 
Or from our fireside widely roam. 
Since we so often have been told 
That this is not our home ? 
And e’en when those, most fond, most dear, 
Are borne unto the silent tomb, 
How crh we shed for them a tear, 
Or think of Death with gloom ? 
This world is but a restiDg-place, 
Our home is far above the skies ; 
Then, while our daily paths we trace, 
Still upward let us rise. 
And when we reach the pearly gate, 
And to the city enter in, 
We shall throw off Care’s heavy weight, 
We shall be free from sin. 
There we shall meet, no more to part 
Those who, with us, on earth have trod, 
And gather with the pure in heart, 
Around the Tnrone of God. 
Rochester, N. Y., 1858. 
Tub grave is a common theme. Our minds often 
short, aTug,” Irat let ymirmoderatio^he known” well asthe private sitting-room, reminding ns “ ^HlfcVeTn Tno’ 
by following a good fashion without abusing it- ^f^spteel wLt’mSh T/we 16111118 UB into -Potions feelings from the contempt 
and condolence if we are sad. All find theretmo- body says so.Miss Prim added her testimony ^ 
fairest and most gloriot 
Satan is a bitter enen 
the heart the weight of 
tion of evil thoughts. 1 
sort of discipline; it refij 
proves the understanding, 
rules so powerfully, and yet so gently over us, as the J 1them for 8neers ’ or ridicule ’ or assumes a shade of care, for he fears that another “ ,Vortfl makes the man " P°et cries, There is something possessing the mind while 
soothing strains of music. If the heart is fall to Jg ' ‘ e. c. n. year he must remain debtor for his quiet cottage Arid yet, we know the poet lies; bending over the grave of a dear friend which is 
0Wln ^_ W1 ' 1 J°y«o g«dnoss, it bursts forth * * home. But little Mary, his pride and pet, whis- A tineeled^girb is al^we melancholy,yet impressive. In memory, childhood 
“? ,! 18 e 7 y , and ° f affllcllon Is!aid npon MA RIAGES - pers gently, “ You need get me no Christmas gifts, Cleveland, N. Y„ 1858. is brought before us. We dwell upon the days we 
us, and all seems dark around, a song may dispel —- father;” she has noticed his sadness, and conjee! ----have spent in life’s green spring with the object 
the clouds in the heart’s honEon. Under whatever ft® regard * ng tured the cause. Then, lovingly, he strokes her TOO LATE. which now lies cold in death. Youth, with its joys 
ci cumstances it is hoard, it awakens high and hair ’ and wonders if therc “ another Mary like . .-■ and its sorrows, comes flitting before the imagina¬ 
ry emotions. Long years ago, when earth was ! 77 *“* 7 ST* ^ his the wide world. u TnERE ia a certain class of persons, who, from tion - its hopes and its fears are mirrored from 
“ mnnrin t “ " the that in cerUin clifes of marria”^ J * ^ Grandma, too, wipes her spectacles, and takes tha cradla to the grave, have but one prominent the heart-its happy days are memory’s treasure* 
morning stars sang together.” When the chil- f 1 a the-paper to examine it, for she wishes to know f chara «tenstic, and that might he expressed in the Bat now how changed the picture! the sepulchre 
St n °t • 8 ?r n^Q 1 1 " ARAOn and his hosts de- there must be a similar falling r tr • r astlIjrthat what ships have arrived in port But she finds f ®' v word*—always too late. Unfortunately for of a friend is before us,—with him “life’s fitful 
strojed in the Red Sea, they sang a song of praise ToLTrolr J ? l f ? ° ther cla88e& not the name of the long looked-for vessel and them lhey seem to have been born an hoar or two fever” is over; we stand above his “ lifeless clay,” 
to the I-oru for his great goodness in that he had “ fl C ® nt ret; "“ 8 “ h °* *’J? 1th ® pnce of Provisions again elie Bettles her glaB f es and Bitg b th \ ^ behind time; and, do the best they can, scratch, and shed the tear of friendship that it may mingle 
„ % T TJ r™ 1 7 Eg - VPtianS - Iower^asseabit that there Z7T "77 7 8eemiD ^ w*chii> g tbe *** blaze. Is she think ^ &nd drive ’ tbey Dever d ° “"tch op.” It with his cold ashes. The friend with whom you 
u7 ! I™ 11 ° f 7 ; SAVI0R t0 a^ertionthsi In! for , the ing of the glowing embers? No. Tears fill her matte rs not what they propose to do or where they have wandered “o’er life’s bleak waste” lies low be- 
year he must remain debtor for his quiet cottage 
home. But little Mary, his pride and pet, whis¬ 
pers gently, “ You need get me no Christmas gifts, 
“Worth makes the man” the poet cries, 
And yet, we know the poet lies ; 
For ’tie dress that does the deed, 
A tinseled gab is all we need.” 
Cleveland, N. Y., 1858. Gertrude Grby. 
VI .v , • :- assertion thnt trie mg oi tne giowmg emnersi jxo. Tears fill her -^ „ uolo nave wunuereu-oer lire's oieas waste" lies low De- 
th e hi a l 'P‘ e ' 90n be plains of Judea, and f j' , . ^ uion is m reality aged eyes as s he pmembers an erring one that pr0 P 08e to 8°> one thiD S is certain—they will neath the very spot whereyon are standing. Pause 
n toi t ^a S 0 ^ rbeave “f 1 >»o <idty their songs of Ei^Thriond^T , Population of left his childhood J home to seek his fortune on ™ Te]y be to ° late ' Snch People never succeed in and reflect How fleeting is life-its joys how 
£«trn ?!i P , W ln the 80litades of anbfeut 'hjdl ^ Time V 16|9eakillgofthili the rolling sea. ’Twas a noble ship that bore him an y thin g which they undertake; the death-knell of transient Pale manhood chases the fleeing phan- 
Patmoe, beheld in a vision, “a great multitude ®aSv aDnltahte^ *7^7 aDgU8 . ge ’ which ia over the proud waters, but it never came back tbeir b °pe8 and expectations is forever pealing- tom of youth to the shades of old age, when earth 
Z77°7 n can ^umber,” who stood forever be- /^afly applicable to certain classes in this conn- BtiU that aged mother tires not in looki h ~ too late. The booming cannon sounds, the plank gathers them to her bosom, the car of time rolls 
< ernal ..hrone and sang the praises of ’ return. ° is drawn, and the huge steamer heaves out into the on in its deep tumultuous tread, and they are lost 
Jit™ *? 1 U T7 t ThU8 , d ° eS 7 BiC C ° me tinc^refw^thiP^at^n n 17 . argRment 1 was Now, Will, it may be, reads aloud concerning 77 blU6 ° Cean 7' “ Monsienr To ° Late - ba R to oblivion. The changes of time, how marked! 
d °J p . \r , g lapSe ° f 8geS hal ' he lducatTon anri hlh t 7 S ’ *** lbe wars and turmoils in Kansas, and largely ex T baggage ,’ reaches the wharf ’ The iron lungs of Where are the orators of Rome, whose eloquence 
bv^he ri ?«T fl n C , r!; ? ^ listened to C0 J id ^ a ^ alove thl 8 77 * &C<imTed are patiates upon the bravery he would manifest were 7. 7™ locomotive 8br iek out the sharp astonished the world? Cicero, Demosthenes, Cal 
in £v i t r ’ T by he ( hnmble P ea8ant usually^^ noised there ^ ^ COmpetence be only there, forgetting the hasty retreat he wh.stle and themassive train goes leaping off just SAH?-the night winds whistle through the lonely 
in his lowly cot. Tis free to all-free as the air of al y P osse68 od. there does appear a growing makes if his light ia eudd e n]y extinguished when “ be P °° r unfortunate gets in sight The lam- aisles where tbeir bones repose. Where now are 
ha ; £ h ®'“Sjf mak, ”g ma !°7 s 1D 8uffi oent number, exploring some unknown nook ^the cellar- benDg 8ta g e ' coach ia climbing the hill a quarter the Patriots who fought in the American Revoln- 
datioTs there f 6 8 77 cath . edraI - Tbo {o ™' ] I'rievels in . tbe especially if we have been telling ghost stories. °! * mil ® a ^ ay - and his ea « er cal1 faila to reach tion? Washington, Lafayette? - the battle cry 
eof were ]aid centuries ago—the ceil- P1 • great middle order of society, At last, we take the paper after politics and the the ear of tbe boisterous post-boy. The pious ex- has died away—the weapons of war have been laid 
ing is the star-studded floor of heaven. The Archi- not ^g® enough to affect the returns of the propriety of annexing^ew Zealand to the United b ° rter b8B reached his “ sixthly” before oar friend aside-those that wielded them are powerlew,- 
tect and Builder was Omnipotence; He reared that whole nation, but it is one in which there is much States have been discussed, to examine the^ist of Tardy re8CbeS lbe lon « draw n aisles, and all he the multitude of the past sleep in tho grave. With 
structure which shall stand when the domes and of tengue and pen, and where any de- marriages and deaths. We see there the name of hear8 is i a8t en °ngh to pronounce his doom-” the them the contentions of life have ceased-no 
minarets of SL I eters have crumbled to dust, and rangement attracts a good deal of attention. fln aiA-wi.-,..- r n A„ 0 _harvest is past, the summer is ended, and ve are earthly resentments work within the cold 
echoes through the lofty corridors and down tbe ,pbe y are aJso P e ople of no small influence, and for 
lengthened aisles—the “ wild, profound, eternal this > 88 well as for general reasons, it is much to be 
bass” as heard in the roar of ocean when the Storm w-ished that tbe anomaly could be removed. A 
King reigns— the low sighiDg of the evening y° UD g lad Y of this class has not a fair chance of 
moonlight rides on his gaily-painted sled, when v > . 7 we n . time nis llle mi gbt There is nothing which so tends to humble the 
we were children, and of the apple paring that, baVC bCen & destlE y frau 8bt with blessing. Better proud spirit as the thought that the splendor of 
after being swuDg over the head three times, al- ^ aE bour loo soon than five minutes too late; earth must go down with us to the grave—there is 
ways made such a capital B. Then we notice a he ^ r gE to ° fa3t than * 00 sl °w; better wait for nothing which so blunts the sense of false pride as 
marriage that is recorded with many flourishes 0t ers tban others wait for you; better say now the reflection that we are all destined to meet a 
S“ n ? a i U rr f T tbe gates 0f para - remedy IZlT^7^ ^ “ a “ d tbe ^ ^ ** ^ ^ ~ ‘ban rust out; ^on end. The’ 
diae, telling of a land fairer than sun or moon ever I remed ? can be b °tb indicated ,n a moment. Moth-1 tion having received a beaQtifa f loaf g Qf cake< better pay your subscription in advance than not dear may follow the mighty of earth to the grave, 
shone upon, whose beauties mortal eyes never be- tbeI " dan g hter8 a * the age Por a moment we are almost astonished. Can it ? 11; better let y0nr epitaph be too 800n than to ° aad there may be something in all this pomp and 
an^ 7 108e .J° y \ ffiErtalear8Eeverb ® ard ’ The 8 °f lv 2 ! T b a r;‘ abh8 ! 88 tb ®Y enjoy them- be our old friend and teacher, M, C-? Why we ^-^anooga Advocate. 8 p len dor to lighten the remorse of the proud 
ti Pr T 8 a never ceaae to resound 5 rs 0 ma nmony. Neither pro- did not suppose he knew there was such a word as p r,,.- T*^ spirit,— it may show a cold respect of the living 
through the noble structure till the Apocalyptic felons nor fortunes can be obtained full-grown.- love in the language. Ah! yes, we do remember f 18 ° ne of tbe “ost beauti- for the dead - but it fails to remove one pang from 
t C tT ,!T ar by Hlm that reignetb TmiT ln l e ? VOr t0 reproduce the once that the word occurred in onr parsinglesson ‘ 8 ° f De ’ acha t act ® r ’ and only adds to the heart of the true mourner . Wh J tl f e turf 
forever that Time shall be no more. pP'wRiri if 16 ? ? n 8 ® a lo the case of we asked him if it was a proper nonm HeinstanU a P® r8on ^ 8 OBtimation in the minds of others, but ehall have covered the last remains, pride and 
But there is a harp whose “thousand strings” each chlld at lts brst settlement, just if a land- Ta u 1 ,, . ® is ever a source of great advantage to the one pos- DOmD ar0 forgotten the “last ii n „ 0 w n „ 
once touched will never cease to vibrate-they will ho1der with £3,000 a year were to expect that wit h a long drawn .iJhhTSwwd f ^7 nnaccu8tomed to be punctual, brance” is revered, and the lowly form is left to 
trembie and quiver long after the hand that struck e ’ er Y ° Ea of his daughters should enter by mar- he had not g then learn e d to i ove the little gipsy of 7 P ? rf0 /“ 7™ du T5 ties i wi . t h promptness, are moulder in the dust . 
them shall have mouldered in the grave. Ye who ria ge upon exactly snch a property. Fathers „ -, i . . 4 , * e , Ule g psy ot forever in the drag. By their tardiness at the ,mr onmoftin® ir,, , 
S-t ! ° ^ e , re ‘,‘ 7° rt 0t remcmta ' eh0U ' d , that ‘ heir e,C ” U °“ CamC ' >5, everUki»g p»' > rpo'',elj Po^heYt wm LTlTauT”' "* iUt ” m ” Ch one deeplywift theiho.ght tbeuluj 
that it is your high-born privilege to call forth grees; sons that they have naturally the same urn. , , , . , • P . . . . or 6ne 1C was behind all during it; which, taken in connection ou„ ia b . „ , . 
sweetest strains of music from' those golden bition to go through; and mothers, that what they ^0^^ elevaUonTf 0 one to th?PwridStuS t^eTabitS^th 1 ? ° f Io “ es fr0 “ th « force of reverential awe before the majls^of the grove 
chords; or, should you strike them with a careless bave now they had not when they began To the r«v, • v i , ^ be babit during the day, results, at the close of it, .Vm -ennr- nf , ’ 
hand. ,„k.n h.,^ diacord. either of which ehall d.nghter. ,/«„ nothing, for the S i,Z£ ^Z! daxen-haired in lhe ,„ ss of much preoiou, time; and if contin- “ 
echo to lhe last moment of recorded time, and their.; but the whole evil would vanish at ouce if ' ” 7 ' 7 6 ued through life, in the frustrating of man, plana ml ZfZL ,Z ., 1 ""“""’“"J 
long., the age. of eternity .hall roll. Oh, then, it were but openly acknowledged that poop “ 1 ,? if t” 1 Z “'1 '“j 1 hls Mme and the biighUng of mun, fond hopes, and^too fre ,,?“T. r 17 
go forth, and labor faithfnil, in ibe groat moral tnove on the same social level with broafdiZe b ““" °'. ’ be 1 ™ n<ier “ b » <!»•"«,, <• a clog to the progre,. of mau, who are ? ir . . ‘Z! „ 1 de ' 
vineyard of the earth, and when the Master .hall tion. of living and meana " * ° ( lll0 ' e oel ' oatl> little miseives, writ- dependent open the eiertion. and instructions of leftunonthe.anda of P time_tbe’d77a 7»’iiTn ’ul 
call in his laborers at the evening hour of life, your -- . ■ >_n s y-blue paper, perfumed with peppermint, these tardy ones, for means and ability and occa- f or eternitv °^ me ^ fle dcad are a - d booked 
reward ehall be the .mile, of an approving God A Most Excellent Thikg in Woman _There!. aq 16 1:5 t iu,( n.g fetters oi vast import? Then .ion to perform promptly the dulies of life. It is From ti.o on„t„„i,,iu,n.„ , ,v ... 
mote could you de»l,e? What nobler employment n.gleeted-the culture and formation of a gentle 7 “ w , “ "- h “ »»» tornting habit, for life, ahonld oulti- tabimv of ear biv 77, in t, . 
could you ask for than that of leading Immortal voice. It ia a great gif, of nature, to be Zed Z I T Z "T' 1 ” T vale Pnnctnallty, ae one of the noblest and moat Zn we LTo ta “TT r°,”r ° 8 
mind, to the fountain of knowledge of fitting oul,nre-,n instrument of powerMindnenoe to J° h *. b "' 11 promotive «it, of character, and one of the fi“ we are to e.ve the allurng scene, of Itfe. 
Z ‘r m °“ e “ L 7' e “ P "‘ h ‘“ d ‘ 6 “ d - 1 »' "»w, 1“ 'b. L“ l” i"e y°to “»* ‘ ba •— a well-ordered life. ^ 
life of peace and rest beyond “ deaih’s swelling culture of harmony and musical purposes, though i ^ she was the Bunshinethat ——---_ Man has another dav to sweil the D«st 
flood.” The poet has most beautifully sung, 
“ Our hearts though stout and brave, 
Still like mufilrd drums are beating 
Funeral marches to the grave.” 
these tend to ^“prJtaTOT STlnSl B^dened man, »one. Tea, deep indeed, would SooonM no. Always HAPVi.Me.-We ofren 
amusement; but this gentle voice will be able to b R * aDgnish of tbe mother at the hour of eve, see an old, weather beaten man, who never had any 
guide and persuade to good the manly iTeart of a 77 h n Wa8 f W °, nt t0 + hear b " r . dttl ng li8 P- in 8ncceeB in bis Iife ’ who alwa Y 8 knew more, and 
faithful husband, will mitigate sorrow lessen trial b d ? b acceEtfi > ] ® ve te our Father in Heaven, accomplished less than his associates, who took 
, . . . _ . w ’ essen oriai, were it not that she knows Mattie baa nn.oHod th/> nnnvtn qv>a ,.c _—v..,. 
among th e grace, whioh adorn a well-or dered life, 
hm i:^“b 884 6coc '77 h 01 , Ai r 8 Hirr,KEss - - we ot '“ « 
,her at the hour of eve, see an old, weather beaten man, who never had any Cfaardon, Ohio, 1858. Scribr 
sar her darling lisp, in success in his life, who always knew more, and --- 
our Father in Heaven, accomplished less than his associates, who took Contention. —An old divine, cautioning the 
Every throb of the heart tells ns that we are pass- and speak of hope and joy to her dearest friends 7™ 'l 7 that , 8be knows Mattik baa passed the qaartz and dirt of the enterprise, while they clergy against engaging in violent controversy, 
ing away. The soul beats wildly against its prison and connections in accents at once powerful and a°- ^ ^ u7 Celeftt ’ al Cit ?’ took the g° ld 5 flnd Y et > in old fl g a be is the hap- uses tbe following happy similes:—“If we will be 
walls of clay, and struggles to be free; soon the Phasing. Let ns then be careful in our schools to XnUon SSiE p,6r “ a ° “ aU bis life long be was the happier contendin g let us contend like the olive and the 
bars of life shall break, our hearts shall have beat cultivate this most valuable acquirement How Years ago they bore her to tbe sunny climes of Italy' ma “ Hebas 8 8nm of ho P e . a » d they of desire Vlce . w bo shall produce tbe most and the best 
the last “march” and then, only then, may we different, in all respects, to a family, for friends and hoping to tempt the rose tint once more to her aud 8 reed S a!jd amidst all this misfortune, and frait 5 not like the aspen and the elm, which Bhall 
-AA.fcu, uaiou, iCiiittiC lie U1C lUIiCB 01 Ollier 1D1- ” i'uiu ago Juuin Uici c la a lallcU VI0181, 
Jf we reprove or chastise before we feel a pain- port, scolding and reproaching, and driving awav remiDdin * me of a Promise made, long ago, to 
l>the from the heat.h and home (p.rhap, to .orrow and 
proper season for doing it has not yet arrived. I to sin) the husband and the children. 
her the promise, and thee, too, my gentle friend. 
Wyoming, N. Y., 1858. Jennie. 
onbles, and npon their world-wide waters bore Fire W1 B not tari 7 a single coal, but if maDy 
m up like the old arlc upon the deluge. It was be laid together it will he long before it is clean 
the deluge that gave out—not the ark. gone. A, single tree may not 8fford much shelter 
- for a traveler, bat he will rest beneath the thick 
Satire should not be like a saw, but like a sword boughs of the grove; so will Jesus often sit longer 
it should cut, not mangle. where many of “ the trees of the Lord ” are planted. 
