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MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL, LITERARY AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 
CONDUCTED BY AZILE. 
A YVOULD OF LOVE AT HOME. 
The earth hath treasures fair and bright, 
Deep buried in her caves, 
And ocean hideth many a gem, 
With his blue curling waves ; 
Yet not within her bosoin dark, 
Or ’neath the dashing foam, 
Lives there a treasure equaling 
A world of love at home ! 
True sterling happiness and joy 
Are not with gold allied, 
Nor can it yield a pleasure like 
A merry fire-side. 
I envy not the man who dwells 
In stately hall or dome, 
If, ’mid his splendor, he hath not 
A world of love at home. 
The friends whom time hath proved sincere, 
’Tis they alone can bring 
A sure relief to hearts that droop 
’Neath sorrow’s heav 3 r wing. 
Though care and trouble may be mine, 
As down life’s path I roam, 
I’ll heed them not while still I have 
A world of love at home ! 
Prom Grace Greenwood’s “Little Pilgtim.’’ 
ANGEL-CHILDREN. 
BY ANNA CORA RITCHIE. 
morniDg, though the wor.d called him a grave, The perfect beauty, the mild effulgence of the angel at the gale threw open the golden { ♦ (Vfvfv* vv 
wise naan, they frolicked together like children, her countenance, no language could describe, portals, aud again they gave forth the melodi- (\ .rYfiTf 4 Tf I tvinv 
If such a thing cou.d be, Lily was almost too It was turned towards the children, and I no- ous sound—and in the distance was seen the I LL ^ V,vl j l LliiilljJ a 
dear to her father, and he to her. Not long ticed that when she smiled upon them, her face Angel of Death, leading a little girl through ° 
ader Clara was summoned away, little Lily grew so radiant that a beam of light seemed the dark way, and as they entered the gate 
fell sick. Father and mother watched her to strike on their heads and illumine their hair, again the flowers flashed with new brightness written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker, 
night and day with breaking hearts, but her She watched them iu their sports ; they were and sent forth their sweetest odors, and the THF OTL APPH A PL 
Heavenly bather had called her; he sent his gathering flowers, and, strange to say. when light grew more golden, and the rain-bow-hued uld UiibHAUU. 
messenger to gather this fair flower also, and they plucked the blossoms from the stems, birds flew about with songs of iov and the * „ „ u i “77".. 
as she lay on the bosom of her earthly father, other blossoms instantly appeared in their trees bent their boughs, laden with luscious AN ° d °. ard) Wlta _ lts regular rows of 
the beauteous blossom was plucked. places—no stem was ever left bare. As the fruit. ^ ’ trees, spreading into oak-like branches, though 
The young child of all, the baby, the sweet- children sprang over the mead, the flowers on- The gate closed, and I could see that the not so beautiful as a grove, nor so grand as a 
est, brightest little creature, was called Anna, ly bowed their heads, and rose np brighter and little girl bore something in her hand—it was forest, has its seasons of beauty. Its trees are 
She, too, was named after a dear friend. Be- fresher, and sent out a more exquisite perfume a lily-branch. As she drew near the bower, without the elegant proportions of the elm 
fore Christmas came again, little Anna sick- at their infant touches. little Clara suddenly bounded forward and the tremulous folfoJ Jfh« OTW , + , ’ 
eued, as did her sisters. Mow her mother And now the angel-girl, with gliding step, caught her in her arms, crying out, “ It is Lily ! • i . . , ° r , * ’ ^ ie 
clasped her to her yearning breast, and prayed drew near the bower and seated herself on the my little sister Lily !” Lily clasped her arms autumnal Hues ot tne maple,—of an un- 
the Lord to spare this one, her baby, her latest mossy throne. She lifted her beautiful arm, tightly about Clara, and no longer looked & rac eful form, with a leafage of russet-green, 
born, whose joyous presence had enabled her and took from the branch of the tree on her frightened—and Clara took her to the angels sturdy and farmer-like in general appearance ; 
to bear the parting from her other little ones! right hand a harp, cut out of a single pearl, and to her own youug companions, and they still there are seasons when the orchard is as 
The Lord knew best what was good for little with strings of silver and gold. The light all welcomed her with delight. full 0 f beautv as forest shadps nf nnpf™ rp. 
Anna; His Heaven needed this bright infant touch of her fingers drew fori such an ecstatic The time was very short when there came tlowerin-TLT, sTf them Tiffon', 
also, and he called her to be one of His angels, sound that it thrilled through the band of again the musical sound of the opening of the ver v * reea ’ 
I had taken a far-off journey after the sporting children ; with one accord they turn- golden gate; the flowers, the birds, the air +v y . th regard to putting forth 
Christmas morning when I saw Clara, and the ed their faces towards her, flew to the bower, the trees, all gave their greeting. ’ th eir charms, present only naked, mossy boughs 
next time I beheld my dear friends, the traces and gathered themselves closely about her The Angel of Death passed' through the when the woods have donned their liveliest 
of great suffering,. the agonies oi that treble knees. The white lamb followed them and dark valley into the heavenly garden, carrying S reen - -At night, a bursting verdure, so slight 
gnel were visible m their countenance The laid down softly at the angel-girl’s feet. an infant very carefully and tenderly on her as to give the tree only a mouldy gray look 
mothers face, in particular, was fu of d<w> As W fino-m-a ran iHrrmn-v, .. . . .. J v 
-- ^ “i-we Liara on max, wnristmas tne Last, ana the shepherds watched their Clara, and laughed out right merrilv—and « wwvereu witn more buds 
. !; on 7 ra A e Gr ™7 8 ““«• «**»•’' ^ the nursery where I had played flocks by night-" Glory to God in the high- she saw Lily and stretched out her little arms and °P ening flowers than twigs, each shaded 
ANGEL-CHILDREN. Wlta ,7 and Anna, and showed me three est, and on earth peace, good will towards to twine them round her neck, and Clara and frdm a light to a ruddy tint, like the lip of a 
white brackets on the walls, supported by men!'’ Her voice was so softly, liquidiy me- Lily rejoiced over the coming of baby Anna, sea shell. You are delighted with the annari 
BY ANNA CORA RITCHIE. cherub heads. One stood in the mother’s lodious that it seemed but the speaking tone Indeed there was more iov amone-st all the tinn Hl-o fin f uWm 0 «, , , . appari- 
- room, and held the toys of little Clara—those of the golden aid silver strings. Asshesang SriteriWtoSutlJ rion-hke suddenness of so much beauty. The 
To whom is the hour of twilight so sweet sbe bad i° ved best, had played with last—the birds with gorgeous plumage lit upon the trees fore, for she passed through that golden gate ^ e ’ rd tree bad trea sured all its charms for one 
as to children ? Too tired to play, and yet °. taer stood 111 tlie iather s study, and held the that formed her bower—and when she paused, so young that she had fewer earthly stains startli ng moment. For two or three days, the 
unreconciled to the nightly trial of being put Sllver CU P ° r littJe Lily, her toys, and the ob- they warbled a chorus. When she resumed about her. ‘ " orchard is a tropical garden—all flowers and 
to bed, children, half the world over, have jects she had touched—the third stood in the her hymn of praise, they joyfully fluttered their “ Let us crown her with flowers!” said one buds; then the fading petals fall thickly as 
simultaneously raised their tender voices, and nursery, and held Annas silver cup and baby brilliant wings, and it seemed as though a “ Let her play with our white lamb !” said an- snow, and are blown about bv snrimr brL™ 
consecrated this hour to story telling. remembrances. sparkling shower of gems was rained into the other. “ Let us take her to sail in the lily- like leaves in November. 7 ‘ g 
At twilight, not many evenings ago, five Each bracket had been decked by the fond balmy air. boats!” cried another. “ Let us ask our dear AnntUpr nf +1 , ,, 
sisters were cozily gathered around the dear mot her with a wreath of white flowers. As Then the angel laid down her harp and the guardian to sing to her!” Little Anna was . . orciiara s seasons oi beauty 
parental hearth. “ Sisser, tell me a story,” s .b e took up the toys one by one, and told me children caressed her, and resumed their sports tenderly laid on the lap of the guardian-angel, 13 wheu tae fruits gather from the sun their 
said little Virginia, climbing on my knee and little anecdotes concerning them, the tears with greater gladness than ever. She sat still and the hearts of the three sisters overflowed me b° w tints, dropping from the boughs in 
circling my waist with her tiny arms until the ra med down her cheeks and choked her utter- bi her bower, but watched them with loving I with perfect joy. golden and ruddy clusters, looking most tempt- 
dimpled hands meL then nestling her curly an 7;_ T x h 7 remaini ^ 1 cllildren lookedujj daily eyes.^Very jroonjihey returned to her, as | That angel was once on this earth, a heaven- ingly ripe. At such times are not those old 
head upon my shoulder, “Tell me a pretty to these toy covered brackets, and felt that though they were weary of feeling her so dis- ly-minded girl. She had loved young children trees beautiful in our eves’ Each 7mW 
story.” some portion of the room was still devoted to tant from them. I hen she spoke to them ten- 7^7 vLqvKv ar ,ri 7»-v,rm dn ,i;„a ... x es ‘ apple 
stojT- . . some portion of the room was still devoted to ’ tliomthem. i hen she spoke to them ten- very dearly, and, when she died, her occupation seems smiling vnn nn ,i • lt , 
Ihere is no refusing our pretty Jenny. their departed little sisters. Among these sa- derly—but it was m angelic language, which in heaven was to instruct and watch over the * S " 1 ° aL J ou and inviting you to 
“ What shall the story be about, Jenny?” cred treasures were three daguerreotypes.— bas a softer, more flowing sound than any hu- children and infants who came from earth to taSte * As you Iook trough the long line of 
“Oh, about fairies and dood children.” One represented Clara, lying upon the bed man tongue. She told them of the Saviour that paradisiacal ‘ 
“ Shall I tell you about three little sisters w bere 1 last saw her, with white flowers scat- u P on eart k—the earth from which they came mourned so deep! 
whom I knew—who are all angels now_and fo^ed over her pillow—it was taken after her —that he was once a little child on that earth could but have s< 
shall I tell you of a heavenly dream I once had spirit had fled. Lily’s daguerreotype showed bimself-—and that he had taken little children have exclahned : 
about them ?” a handsome, arch-looking little girl, with a tiny m bis arms and blessed them, and said to his 
“Ye3—about angels—angels will do as well basket in her hand, and a pair of dark eyes disciples, “ Suffer little children to come unto Ouriovev 
as fairies.” fixed on something very earnestly and loving- me > and forbid them not, for such is the king- its sweetnes 
Well, then, listen. One Christmas morning, 7—I should think it must have been her fath- dom °f heaven. - ’ _ its anguis 
I was sitting in church amongst a number of er ’ s face - As ske s P°ke, the children looked up and Well dono o[ 
cherished friends—the church was gaily decor- Bab Y Anna’s eyes were closed ; she lay saw a rainbow arching itself over the garden, And give t 
ated with evergreens — the Star of Bethlehem amongst flowers, with a few buds clasped in and their hearts were filled with delight — they To us the en 
shone on the eastern wall—the Sunday school ber round chubby hands. She seemed in a appeared to understand something as they To them ti 
children had sung an exquisite hymn, written blessed sleep, but when that picture was taken gazed on that heavenly bow, that I cannot To us these t 
for the occasion — our beloved pastor, in his little Anna had awakened in “ a brighter morn explain. The mystii 
holiest mood, had spoken words of promise ^an our3.” " Suddenly the angel paused and said, To us the sil 
and encouragement, had breathed upon us “soft I thought very often of those three little “Hark!” — then turned her face towards one To them ti 
rebukes in blessings ended ;” around him were sisters, all summoned away between Christmas side of the garden, where 1 beheld a golden “ And now, d< 
hopefully happy faces, but amongst the cheer- and Christmas, and one day 1 had a dream in g ate - Beside the gate stood an angel of won- asked, 
ful crowd I missed one dear, familiar counte- which I saw them all—and this was the dream, drous loveliness—she seemed to be watching. Jenny looked u 
nave exclaimed : down” is an old and aptphraze to express this 
„ “—Content, wealth of fruit. 
Our love was woll divided ; 
its sweetness following where they went, Home associations, pleasant memories, en- 
its anguish stayed whore I did. dear an old orchard to us. Perhaps your 
Weil done of God to halve the lot, grandfather planted the very trees which now 
ToTtTeZyrfoTJ:::Z 6S8 5 30 ^“7 yield their fruits. You cannot 
To them the Heaven’s completeness. s e® those tiees but you are reminded of the 
To us these graves—to them the rows venerated old man. lie is sleeping, it may be, 
The mystic palm-trees spring in ; in a retired corner of this same orchard_you 
To us the silence in tho house— see his marble head-stone through the vista of 
4< A , T ° th6m r Ch °T al EinS rf ! ’w 1 •„ T trees ’ but he has a S reen P lace iu y° ur memo- 
askeif n<1 D ° W ’ ^ Jenny ^ ^ ' 1 ry 80 long 03 these trees thrive. You cannot 
nance. A father sat surrounded by his cliil- a dream op heaven. 
dren, but their mother was absent. She was I saw a garden so luxuriant wit 
at home, watching over a little daughter who and foliage that it seemed as though 
was very ill. . “ The very rainbow showers *“ »p- 
_ The family lived, a short distance from the Had turned to blossoms where they feu, P ear . ( j d a tb*rd angel, leading a child—a timid, 
city, and after service I drove out to see the And sown tho ground with flowers !” bewildered little girl, 
sick child. Among my Christmas presents Branches, covered with bloom, leaned towards As tk ey passed the gate, the flowers all 
was a basket made of moss, and filled with ev- each other, and twined themselves together in flas bed with new brightness and breathed out 
ery description of green house flowers—came- natural boquets. From the trees hung crim- a . sweeter fragrance—the garden was flooded 
lias, heliotropes, orange blossoms, jasmines, son and purple and amber-colored fruit—pome- with a more golden light—-the trees seemed to 
&c. The handle, too, was woven oi' flowers, granates, figs, plums and many others, such kend their bosghs hung with jewel-like fruit, 
embedded in moss. I thought the refreshing as I had never seen, and their names 1 did as tfl° u gh they invited the new guest to pluck 
sight of the flowers might do little Clara good, not know. These bright-hued fruits appeared them—the bright plumaged birds sent forth 
so 1 stopped on the way for this lovely floral transparent and through the clear juice spark- one i° n g n °te of glad greeting, and the face of 
gift. At the door of Clara’s home I was led the polished seeds and stones, like precious angel-girl in the bower shone like the 
lich I saw them all—and this was the dream. drous loveliness—she seemed to be watching. Jenny looked up with thoughtful eyes. “ But ^ orget wko P^ anted tfl em when you par- 
a dream of heaven. And now she opened the gate, and as it flew do you believe that little Clara and Lily and fo^ e their noble abundance. 
I saw a garden so luxuriant with flowers *1 S ave fo rt A^ sound of joy and triumph. Anna went to a garden like that when they And then it was in this orchard, by moon- 
d foliage that it seemed as though ' *thed't 'wf miat ’ aud dicd) and were taught by an angel, and were so light, when the old house was dark and still, 
in the distance, through the dark way, ap¬ 
peared a third angel, leading a child—a timid, 
bewildered little girl. 
As they passed the gate, the flowers all 
^“Vdo believe so l” GVery Wind ° W lightles8 > and aI1 ba t yourself 
.....,..,7.,.,,.,.. ,. w . v „ . . . ( asleep,—it was in this old orchard, the house 
’ajy , Z" '[ ... ~ dog alone keeping you company, that you 
A7U1CI1J — WXMt TO were musing, or rather giving vent to those 
... strong, wild yearnings which you dare not 
SCANDAL EXPANSIVE. manifest before the staid, duty-pursuing fami- 
- ly. It was there, leaning against some ancient 
Thk flying rumors gather’d as they roll’d. tree, and at such a time, that you (too inex- 
And all who told it added something new, penenced to know the truth) painted the fu- 
And ail who heard it, made enlargement, too ;— ture as you would like it. Ardent Hope made 
On every oar it spread—on every tongue it grew I it as fair as a Paradise. That silent shade 
Kemember that there are no limits to the was to you an enchanted bower. You did not 
provements you may make. You may ac- leave it until the cold dews chilled_not vour 
Variety—(Srafit anh 
SCANDAL EXPANSIVE. 
Tim flying rumors gather’d as they roll’d. 
Scarce any tale was sooner heard than told ; 
And all who told it added something new, 
And all who heard it, made enlargement, too ;— 
On every oar it spread—on evory tongue it grew I 
gnu uuc UUJ1 Ui umra s liome ± was leu cne ponsncu seeas ana stones, line precious Ciiuuc JUC.U LHC Ana an wno neard it, made enlargement, too ;— vuie ns yuu wouiu line it. -fl.raent Plope made 
greeted by a host of little ones, and first they gems. morning star. On every oar it spread—on every tongue it grew I it as fair as a Paradise. That silent shade 
took me into the parlor, where stood a Christ- In the centre of the garden rose two trees angel tbat Ied tbe cbdd was very Rpmpmrpr Dial thpro nro n m ;+ a was to vou an enchanted hnwer A; ■, . 
mas tree so tall that it nearly reached from the with widely-spreading branches, covered with beautiful; but in her countenance there was a improvements vou mav make Ynn leave It „„n h, u i . i 7 D ° 
floor to the ceiling. The spreading branches snow-white blossoms. Grape-vines clamored ! ~ sweetness, as though she had gazed on y0Ur 
were loaded with gifts, and waxen lights were up the trunks of each tree and wound them- the sorrows of others until it had cast a shadow 0 f character and vou will then be nremfed 10kCS ’ n0t y0Ur ent busiastic longings—but 
scattered about amongst the smaller boughs, selves in graceful festoons through the boughs. ou ber angelic beautitude. f or gt ;q higher advances. You are not strait- tbe body tenement, whose ever-recurring wants 
The children delightedly exhibited their The soft air wafted the floating tendrils of one “ Her dress seemed wove of lily loaves, ened in God. Be not straitened in your own fo tter s0 constantly the noble ambition which 
abundant Christmas presents, and then led me vine to the top-most branches of the opposite 11 w;is 80 !,ure and fine ’” desires. Be filled with all the fullness of God. now , though seemingly exiled by care still at 
upstairs to their mother’s room. As they tree, until they formed a leafy bower. From and all about her there was a strange white- m_ , e intervals retnrnq tn Uannf lia i 
entered there, every one trod softlv. and the its arch hung clusters of golden graces, erlis- ness. She was the Angel ‘of Death. & A „ she , T,] , ER 7 are P eo P Ie from wh °m we secretly mtervals re ™ rus to baunt its old lurking place 
gay voices 
enuaren delightedly exhibited their J ne son air waitea tne floating tenants ol one Her aress seemea wove orniy loaves, ened in God. Be not straitened in your own Ieuer so constantly the noble ambition which 
nt Christmas presents, and then led me vine to 7,° top-most branches of the opposite 11 w;is so pure and fiae ’” desires. Be filled with all the fullness of God. now > though seemingly exiled by care, still at 
rs to their mother’s room. As they tree, until they formed a leafy bower. From and all about her there was a strange white- m , ~ , ,, intervals returns tn humf Ha mi 1 ,^ 1 -; „ i 
there, every one trod softly, and the its arch hung clusters of golden grapes, glis- ness. She „os the Angel of Death. As she . T", EM .a re P e0 P ie ™ scgf«y “ = “ ° haU,lt lto ° Id lurims P lac6 
ices were hushed to whispers. On a tenmg through wreaths of peari-like bloom, drew near I recognized the little girl—it was shrink, whom ae would personally avoid tho in your soul. n. u. 
gi. .a 1 T . - 1 _ 7 gyi_i . |.UI 6 . 7 gM, ZT, reason confesses that thev are. p-nnd nernile • Broome Countv. N. Y.. 1855. 
seven or eight years old. She was laying so blue eyes of the “forget-me-not” peeped through Christmas morning ! Clara, as she entered e .7 , en . ou &fi> ^^ de ™ m we hve content, I he 1 oet Vvordsworth.— Of no other 
motionless that you might have thought her the velvet covering, making a rickly-variega- the garden, looked around joyfully, and her as 11 t] ie air about them did us good. poet, except Shakspeare, have so many phrases 
some beautiful statue; her thin tiny hands ted and living broidery. The mound appeared step grew quicker and lighter. The Angel of A hint from Kossuth says,—“In attacking . J 77 nc ' ouse b 0 ‘ d words as of Wordsworth, 
were as white as the sheet on which they were fo the shape of a seat, half rustic and half Death led her to the sister angel, sitting in the the Russian bear, you will find no weapon ,?,P e b. as made current more epigrams of 
extended—her countenance had an alabaster regal. bower. She folded her arms around Clara, effectual unless you also employ a Pole.”— worldly wisdom, to \V ordsworth belongs the 
hue, and her large, dark eyes were looking fix- The flowers in this garden exhaled an odor and pressed her to her bosom with a loving wel- Pretty pointed hint, that—wonder if the bull 11 ?bier praise of having defined for us, and 
edly upwards towards the ceiling, as though so penetratingly delicious that they seemed to come, and Clara felt as though she knew her, and the tiger-cat will take it ? given us lor a daily possession, those faint and 
they could see more than we saw. ° be sending up perpetual thanksgiving for their and her kiss seemed just like the fond kiss of Rum —Jud^e McLean in a late indoanent vagu . e su 8K estl ons . of other worlds of whose 
The mother sat near the bed, her face blanch- existeuce-while diamond dew-drops her own mother. in a maritime? C.SSA Ta T "“‘“I? ‘1 
ed with apprehension, and around her eyes guttered like costly gifts on their expanding Then Clara turned to the group of happy more seamen, than all the tempests that ever +7 acaicc 7 ever allowed 
were red circles that showed she had been bosoms. 1 he atmosphere was singularly pure, children, who received her as a companion.— blew.” 11 ;! “! ? ■ Me Has won for himse f a 
__I .._ , pyU Wat no- Hfp.fiHr.-lno- TUo qL-tt eUnn ^ tn._u.■, 7 • , .7 -v 1 - secure immortality by a dentil of lntmt.mn 
weeping, perhaps the whole of that Christmas exhilerating, hfe-stimng. The sky shone re- They embraced her in turn, and it seemed to Little opportunities of doing - good are ne<r - P , °! ^ 
night. Little Clara did not notice us when s P lei,lI ?“ t sofMt . her as though she had long known and loved lected by many who are waiting* - for an oeS- hours woX or tade^canabfe “of^is 
we entered, nor did she answer when I spoke of early morning. them all. Then the little lamb leaped up sion to nerfonn orent acts of eharitv ^ 
given us for a daily possession, those faint and 
vague suggestions of other worlds of whose 
gentle ministry with our baser nature the 
hurry and bustle of life scarcely ever allowed 
us to be conscious. He has won for himself a 
secure immortality by a depth of intuition 
which makes only the best minds at their best 
to her ; but when I brought the mossy basket -A- group of angelic children gamboled against her, and she caressed it and stroked 
to the bedside, she feebly lifted up her shadowy through the garden. Some had chaplets on its snowy wool. Soon the children led her 
hand and laid it on the flower-woven handle, their heads, and some had garlands twined away to show her their garden. I could not 
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panionship, and by a homely sincerity of hu- 
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and looked in my face and smiled one angelic about their bosoms, or girdles of tiny leaves hear what they said, but the sound of their oe u P lieia in tms .country. 
No legislation aimed at the vices of the man B Y m pathy which reaches the humblest 
poor, while sparing those of the rich, can ever heart. Our language owes him gratitude for 
the purity and abstinence of his style, and we 
who speak it for having emboldened us to take 
delight in simple things, and to trust ourselves 
smile of thanks. mingled with violets and rose-buds, wound joyous laugh ter came to me, and I knew Clara’s The first step towards virtue is to abstain delis-ht i ‘ 1 th■ ^ un !j )< ; lueutu 7 s 10 , e 
The next morning the Christmas tree still around their waists; and some had woven voice above the others—she never laughed so fr° m vice. No man has true, sound sense t 0 o° r o'” 8imp 7 tl * ni ? 3 ’ au d 1°trust ourselves 
stood in the parlor, but in the chamber above bracelets of flowers and bound them on their happily upon the earth. I saw her new com- who is immoral. u wn 1US mcte - 
stood a little coffin ; within reposed the earth- arms, and then fastened the flowery manacle panions take her to a lovely lake. Upon its t p V ou would He nnnp-ent Ho HHof • fnr it n ^ 
ly form of a lovely child, bestrewed with flow- to tb 0 arm of an infantile companion ; these crystal waters grew lilies even larger than the \ s w jth wor ds as with sunbeams the more tW , (/URI0US J N ® caxp ™ N ’ _ T In . VT one 1 °/ ? ur 0X - 
ers—but the angels had borne away little pairs were always seen together—they seemed Victoria Regia, of which you have heard that are condensed the deeper thev burn y Ranges we find the following Yaudois mscrip- 
Clara to her eternal home. as one —each as half of the other, and only upon its leaves a child can stand securely. . ’ . ' , ’ f 101 I which is cut on the stone ol an old house 
Lizzy was the name of one of Clara’s when united forming a complete whole. The As the children came to the edo-e Af the . ” Y 7 a young lady, just from boarding- ia Crosse Pierre, Commune de Molines, in 
ers—but the angels had borne away little pairs were always seen together—they seemed Victoria Regia, of which you have heard that are condensed the deener thev burn J cnanges we nna the tollowing Vaudois mscrip- 
Clara to her eternal home. as one —each as half of the other, and only upon its leaves a child can stand securely. ’ . ' , ’ f 10l I which is cut on the stone of an old house 
Lizzy was the name of one of Clara’s when united forming a complete whole. The As the children came to the edge of the ) ,,!! a young lady, just from boarding- in Crosse Pierre, Commune de Molines, in 
youngest sisters. She was called after a most children were sporting with a white lamb— lake, the lilies floated towards them and touch- S0 bo°l, like a building committee? Because Quayras, High Alps : 
beloved friend of her parents. Lily was the decking his pure throat with leafy chains— ed the shore. Then some of the little ones put she 13 Prepared to receive proposals. Pecc viv gener crim morte 
pet name by which she always went. Lily was embracing and kissing him. out their tiny white feet into the lily cups, all U a truth be established, objections are noth- ( a fo r e . ,ls avit ine m 
her father’s especial darling—the sunlight of Near the joyous crowd stood an angel, clad among the quivering yellow stamens, and sat fog- The one is founded on our knowledge, ra0ld reserv sangu vita ' 
his home and his heart. The moment he en- in vesture that had the whitely varying hues down on the snowy bowls, and the inner leaves the other in our ignorance. The middle line is the termination of the cor- 
tered the house she flew into his arms ; wher- of an opal; the hem was wrought with stars seemed to fold around them to hold them safe- i T j s one 0 f ^he worst of errors to snrmosp res P 0nd h 1 o words of the first and third lines, 
ever he went she was _ at liis side, her baby- of gold—the zone was clasped beneath her ly, and the outer leaves spread themselves like that there is another Hath of safe tv beside t W hlxamplc :—Pecc-ator — salv-ator—viv-ens— 
hand seldom out of his; if he were sad, she breast with a single ruby, heart-shaped. A sails, and so they floated about the lake, clap- of duty.* ' " mori-ens, etc. The following translation into 
comprehended it in a moment, and would cheer fillet of pearls encircled her head—one large ping their hands with gleeful shouts. A XT w T iu w English has been made: 
away his gloom with her merry prattle, her ruby shone in the centre, and emitted such a I cannot tell how long a time passed, for in could there have'been anv srriefl of piinnomliP 11 v sinn transgre procur damn 
arch infantile ^graces; if lie were gay, she was stream ol roseate rays that they formed a halo that world there is no time that is counted as y g P 'A ing er’s ssion ed ation 
full of wildest sport. When he was out of above her brow. From beneath the pearly with us—but it seemed only a short period, (rR f AT men , tal endowments do not suppose t jy Redeem pa purchas salv 
she is prepared to receive proposals. 
If a truth be established, objections are noth- 
A Nice Wail —In the Wars of the Roses, 
Pecc viv gener crim morte 
ator ens avit ine m 
Salv mori reserv sangu vita "*■ 
The middle line is the termination of the cor¬ 
responding words of the first and third lines. 
away ms g oorn witn ner merry prattle, Her ruoy slione m the centre, and emitted such a I cannot tell how long a time passed, for in could there have been -mv smell Af o-nnnAWW? 
arch infantile graces ; if he were gay, she was stream of roseate rays that they formed a halo that world there is 110 time that is counted as U h b y * g p wder? 
lull ol wildest sport. When he was out of above her brow. From beneath the pearly with us_but it seemed only a short period Great mental endowments do not suppose 
the house, Lily seemed a different being, all band her hair flowed loosely to her knees—not when the angel-girl gathered the children tbe absence of bad passions. 
was seldom well with her until he returned; in ringlets, but in shining waves that looked around her again and said :—“ Hark ! another The greatest hero is not he who subdues 
at night she slept m his arms, aud in the like a veil of woven amber. young child is coming from the earth !” And nations, but he who conquers himself. 
mori-ens, etc. The following translation into 
English has been made : 
liv sinn transgre procur damn 
A ing er’s ssion ed ation 
dy Redeem pa purchas salv 
To govern with judgment is to govern with 
justice and wisdom. 
