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MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER i AN AGRICULTURAL, LITERARY AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 
Ktiim furl-JfRlm. 
CONDUCTED BY AZILE. 
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Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
TIIK BIRTH-PLACE OF LOVE. 
I ask’d a child that was fair and mild, 
And trustful as the dove, 
Whose being bright, wa.s unused the sight 
Of sorrow’s dark alcove,— 
Who knew not life is a scene of strife 
With fear and pain inwove, 
If he knew weil, or if aught could toll 
Of the birth and youth of Love. 
O’er his face awhile, play’d a pretty smile, 
Ition sweetly he replied, 
“ Throughout the day, he joins in my play, 
And o’er my course presides, 
And to my delight through the live-long night, 
He watches by my side ; 
Tet I know not the time, or the spot, 
Where Love was born.” And he sigh’d- 
A maiden fair, with soft auburn hair, 
And eyes that look’d forth love, 
Whose heart was free from hypocrisy, 
Whose soul was quick to more 
With sympathy, to a due degree, 
Whenover.lt behove, 
I ask’d the next, with a slight pretext, 
To tell me aught of J/>ve. 
And thus tho maid as she answer’d said, 
In her lovely, softest tone, 
“ Then know the truth, from my early youth 
I’ve worship’d at his throne, 
And would not live, wore it not to give 
To him the ail I own ; 
Yet I can’t show you what you would know 
Of hi* birth to mo unknown.” 
The next, a man who long since began 
To tread the path of life, 
Whose children dear, about him draw near, 
And a loving, trusting wife, 
All cheer his heart and much joy impart, 
And banish fear and strife ; 
I ask’d to prove the birth-placo of Love, 
For he much had learn’d through life. 
And thu3 said he : “ From my infancy 
Until to manhood grown, 
Twas Love that kept me when I slept, 
And watch’d me when alone ; 
And then I sought, ’tw.is a happy thought, 
A tovo foro'er my own, 
Which I found well, but I ne’er can toll. 
For his birth-place is unknown.” 
Hy heart I then ask’d if it could unmask 
That which I long hid striven ; 
It then be »t fast, as if it prefac’d 
The knowle Ige to be given, 
And it seem’d to say, as it beat this way, 
*• ’Yis vain that yeu have striven, 
For Love on earth never had its birth 
But high in the courts of heaven.” 
Cannel, N. Y., 1S5C. 
Written far Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
A FLIGHT BACKWARD; 
OR, SUGGESTIONS OF A BIT OF CORN-COB. 
I was looking over the contents of my 
yarn bag the other evening. Within the 
great bag was a little bag of balls. These are 
becoming quite yellow with age, I thought, 
of the “ Empire State,” whose beautiful lakes 
and fine scenery and rich fertility are famed. 
But now I must leave them all and return 
to my city home where fond friends awaited me. 
Cousin H. had accompanied me in farewell 
visits among the good people with whom 1 
had enjoyed myself so much. lie started one 
day for a visit a mile distant. 
It was a day I should like to see painted on 
canvas—if the easel could give back that 
lovely sky, and soft, bewitching air. And 
then, that scene! I looked away to the hills, 
—then through the woods where so many 
wild flowers grew, and little brooks murmured 
and glad birds sang—then off to the beautiful 
lake, so quietly shining far away, and glisten¬ 
ing and sparkling where its ripples broke on 
the pebbly shore. I remember the earth was 
moist with spring rains as a wet sponge, and 
the sucking sound that followed every footfall 
on the turf along the roadside. 
“ Cousin,” I exclaimed in a burst of enthu¬ 
siasm, “ what a happy creature you should be 
that your lot is cast in the country! How 
can you help being good and glad with your 
THE WHITE CLOVER. 
Tkkrs is a little perfumed flower, 
That well might grace the loveliest bower, 
Yot never poet deign’d to sing 
Of such a humble, rustic thing ; 
Nor is it strango that it can show 
Scarce one faint tint of Iris’ bow : 
Nature perchance in careless hour, 
With pencil dry might paint the flower 
Yet instant blushed her fault to see, 
So gave it double fragrancy. 
Rich recompense of aught denied, 
Who would not homely garb abide, 
If gentlest soul were breathing there 
Blessings through all its little sphere ; 
Sweet flower, the lesson thou hast taught 
Shall check each proud, ambitious thought: 
Teach me internal wealth to prize, 
Though found in lowliest, modest guise. 
LETTER FROM THE COUNTRY. 
COUKoMCATTD THROUGH MOORE'S Ru&AL NEW- YoRKES. 
In looking about him one cannot fail to A LITTLE INCIDENT 
notice how entirely satisfied is each individual -■ 
of the vegetable, and, with the exception of It was about half-past nine o’clock in the 
man, of the animal creation, with its own morn ^ n g"» th e dense fog- throng-h whieh we had 
peculiar gifts. The pure, pale faced lily envies ^ ru “ nin f [ or tb e last four or five hours 
no, to sister of the Mashing cheek, nor dot* K 
tlu latter look with jaundiced eye on the but we were now running down a moderate 
former's radiant and spiritual beauty. The grade, and as the fog was gradually clearing 
mignionette, that least of blossoms, pines not awa y’ we ventured to increase our speed, and 
because of its insignificance, but saves itself 0ur en 8 ineer > ever attentive to his business, 
from contempt by its delicate and agreeable ^ in clouds of watery 
q p ... ,, , 'apor. As we were thus running along, I ob- 
odor. So of many things apparently worth- served the engineer raise his hand to the cord 
less ; if not recommending themselves by some attached to the whistle. He held it for a mo- 
special use or excellence, they do so by the meat, and then gave the signal to “ brake.”—- 
grace of self-satisfaction—by being content iuridn g m J e ycs in the direction in which we 
with the measure of beauty and utility granted WCre mov I! ng ’. 1 was barel Y ab!e to discern 
. , ... . , . , . some small object upon the track a considera- 
them. And this is what makes the most ordi- ble distance ahead, but could not make out 
nary talents, if well employed, entitled to hon- what it was. A moment later the engineer 
or and esteem. The man who is wise enough repeated the signal to “ brake,” in that partic- 
not attempt to be any body but himself, may, ubtr nianner which is instantly recognized by 
perhaps, if true to himself, be somethin? ex- tbe experienced brakemau as indication of im- 
celient i„ his waj-he cannot foil of being at “ b as thVE 
least, lespectab.e ; but the constant distraction driving wheels whirled around in an <opposite 
of trying to ape now this one, now that, soon direction to that in which the train was niov- 
. _ — - j ■ , r ^ t> . a , v , •, j o luiu,, hood mao iu which me tram was mov- 
cau you help being good and glad with your ear miss l*.: bo much has been said destroys his own distinctive capabilities. The ' n & - -l now discovered that the object before 
lines fallen in such pleasant places? Were and sun g °f the pleasures of rural life that, farmer who needs illustrious precedents to F s wasa little child, apparently unaware of 
you not, you would deserve to be branded as uot beiu S in ful1 ra PP ort with the spirit of keep him in countenance—who would think lu da ." ge J' ^ almost constant screaming of 
a heartless ingrate for not appreciating your P “? 1 cannot ^ to offer ? ou a »ything new better of his vocation from seeing Rev. I)r. Cox fHehten tke Til t one Vnm mTT* f Ught t0 , 
advantages.” on the subject; yet in this season of springing Mowing the plow or taking a° load of grain track, seemed 
We reached our destination—a farm-house £ rass and budding flowers, I am impelled to to market, never had a genuine love for his 'Tbe wheels of our engine grated and hissed 
—where everything spoke of plenty, comfort, pen ^ y° u Jbrougli this medium, a remembrance calling, and never did anything to honor it, or U P 0U the iron track, unable to stop the train, 
were pattering about, and with busy, mis- a S a 111 s, g n s > anu ticar the sounds that tell reconciled to it before the world by hearing stop. Thus we rushed on with the almost 
chievous fingers untiringly doing and undoing. ° ^P n ”^J~ tbe Bobm ’ s cbir P> tbe cited such names as those of Fulton, Frank- certainty that the next minute the innocent, 
w •> O-• T S | , -- 7 — ——.•-•to J ' - iiiilJ u 1C iJL!C iliUUUCIlU 
A pity, too, there were not, for in no more 1 rioles ff a Y er plumage and more cultivated, i,in, and other handicraftsmen who finally at- unsuspecting child, too young to knowitsdan- 
kiudly loviDg nest could such birdlines be more ambitious, but not heartier or more sub- taii.ed to eminence, has but the faintest con- ger ’ would be a mangltd corpse. Turning my 
.... b tlontlnl J. _1 •_ .1 . - P.VPS tClCOO il'lUra ___ ° •- 
stantial song—the first faint croaking of the 
! enfolded. h stantial song—the first faint croaking of the ception of what constitutes essential manhood 7^ t0 T 6 , 11 ll J ere WaS ?° 0ue nea r 10 **** it; » 
Our visit was through—and “now you fr0 ^ —to fjel ,he sot } brc ath of the vernal and though he take shelter under the shadow the chdd but'one^anco'shmL^ n 
must take this package of my crackers and ze P b Y r ®— to see peeping up from the fresh 0 f their greatness, he will be quite unlikely engine must reach if before her. The engineer 
sweet waffles to eat in the cars.” earth the violet and mountain-daisy—and most ever to shed lustre on the arts through devo- bil(1 left bis post, aud was running rapidly 
“ I will, iudeed, and never shall I see their ° ra " to ^ Qto tbe ^ ran( l ^ w'oods, and see the tion to which they rose to distinction. along the frame work to the front of the en- 
like; but I shall think of this great kitchen trees dra P in S themselves in their summer But enough of this. You say my supposi- lu aa mstant he was crouchiug upon 
and its exquisite neatness.” vesture, and preparing to afford a delightful tion relative to-is quite wrong ; perhaps low bar "idsVand’extoMn 
“ And here is a moss rose to plant in your 8 heIte r to the birds-nests building among their not, if rightly understood; no reference to which, at the very moment i^would ^avo 
city garden, to remind you of your friends branc . ' Y our re c oI ‘ections ol the country mental decline was intended. You say truly, been crushed, he caught by its little arm, rais- 
here, and these balls of worsted to match that are witness that with us, in Spring, every “ She is one of those of whom it is said, ‘ they ed * r °m the track, and bore it along in safe- 
fine cross-banded Mrs. R. gave you. You 'bing seems to commence life anew, aud with are always young.’” The old a °-e of the flesh i 10 nioie m ' uute > U1 id the child, unin- 
musu't forget how to knit when you get back bicreased wealth of promise ; the birds come is not always attended by a corresponding 
to the city, you have done so much. back Wlt f. SW( * ter voices than gladdened us senesence of spirit, and in reference to the real THK Axm , ruv nn „„ 
But there s a rustling among the soft blan- t ’ e P recedin S Summer ; the grass springs up life-principle, some persons may be said never J ^ DOVE, 
kets and white pillows beside me—my journey ^ b surprising us with its marvelously to grow old. While the mind remains vigor- The following anecdote is related by Audu 
is ended. Where have I been? Oh, the beautlful 8 ieen » lbc bovv ® rs bIossom a S aiI1 > ous, and the impulses quick aud generous, bon, the celebrated traveler and ornithologist: 
years that have played their pranks with me a ., Wlt 1 a 8 a J et Y au d delicacy of color and though the flesh may be withered and the step “ A man who was mice a pirate assured me 
since I started ! Am I as young, or so very nc nefeS ° f ^ ra o rance we think were never be- feeble, the individual proper is voung • but bhat several times, whilst at certain wells dug 
much older? What am I? Where am I, fore e T ialled ’ aad ab this renews life and hope where energy of muscle is accompanied by £ tb ° bar u ni »g> shelly sands of a well-known 
and what T I accomplishing in a„ ihoso ^ T"** f M ^ ^ 
flying years ? Elsk. „ , . t V ? . !, P . h heart ’ and iab rmity of purpose, however new breast feeling which had longslumbered melt- 
Waukfeha, Wis., 1855. tobins that sing on the trees at our door, are the tenement, there are most indubitable signs e J 1 his heart to repentance, and caused him to 
a so whistling o\er the graves of those who of decay. Have you not sometimes found it lin o er at the spot in a state of mind, which he 
THE UNFADING HEART. were wont to watch as eagerly as ourselves for difficult to realize that authors whose senti- 0, ! 1 { who. compares that wretchedness of guilt 
- their re-appearance, and as lovingly welcome mimt- • r .. Wlt bin him with the holiness of former inno- 
An old man walked near a time-worn their return ; but their songs awaken no an- v " ° U ^ and ' | fe0r °|* cence, can truly feel, lie "said he never left 
church, having gone thither to visit the grave swering gladness in those once warm heart" n P ! S ^'1 as their biographers relate? the place without increased fears of futurity, 
ot one long departed. He had been weepiu?- , . , , ,, . T ,, ' ’ ^ ut are we growing old, or are we growing associated as he was, although I believe by 
and as he turned his eyes heavenward, tears novv H°g a au co in eaths embrace; young? Old iudeed as years make age, but ^ 0 . rce > with a band of the most desperate vil- 
glisteoed therein. He wore in a button hole yet« is the enfranchised spirit insensible to that approaching that season of eternal youth sun? Iail >s tba t ever annoyed the Florida coast. So 
a faded ribbon, which ever and auon he looked which on earth made a part of its most re- I»v Hip wmt rwiAt in atminc nf dec W m0 . ved was be by the notes of any bird, 
ty. One more minute, and the child, unin¬ 
jured, was restored to its mother’s arms. 
THE PIRATE AND THE DOVE. 
Waukesha, Wis., 1855. 
THE UNFADING HEART. 
to O iow oict. w title tlie miI| d remains vigor- The following anecdote is related by Audu- 
ous, and the impulses quick aud geuerous, bon, the celebrated traveler and ornithologist: 
though the flesh may be withered and the step “ -A man who was mice a pirate assured me 
feeble, the individual proper is young ; but ^hat several times, whilst at certain wells dug 
very truly, yours, a. mg sounds he ever heard during his life of 
South Livonia, N. Y. horrors, that through these plaintive notes, 
~~TT — and them alone, he was induced to escape 
DOROTHY WORDSWORTH. fr ()m bis vessel, abandon his turbulent compan- 
- ions, and return to a family deploring his ab- 
Dorothy Wordsworth, the only sister of sence. After paying a hasty visit to those 
great bag was a little bag of balls. These are An old man walked near a time-worn their return ; but their songs awaken no an- sanliu? were as old as their hinor«nLo « wo J»nce> can truly feel. He said he never left 
becoming quite yellow with a-e I thou?ht church, having gone thither to visit the grave swering gladness in those once warm heart- g fl biographers relate? the place without increased fears of futurity, 
uLcoming quite yeuow wun a 0 e i tnougnt, o{ Qne , departed. He had been weepin?- , • 8 7 , A 7, • 7 r ’ But are we S^wwg old, or are we growing associated as he was, although I believe by 
and tho stockings they severally matched and as he turned his eyes heavenwarihtt now lying dull and cold m Death's embrace; y0UDg? Old indeed as years make ago, but force, with a band of the most desperate vib 
were long, long since worn out. I am going glistened therein. He wore in a button hole - yet ’ 18 the enfrancblsed s P iri t insensible to that approaching that season of eternal youth sun? L ains , that ever ar » no Y ed the Florida coast. So 
to dye to-morrow, black, slate and red ; I will a faded ribbon, which ever and auon he looked w b ,cb on ea rth made a part of its most re- bv t j e ranL nop f ; n qtr „; n „ f , , ° deeply moved was lie by the notes of any bird, 
just wind these in skeins and put them in my u P on i then again lifted hi< face to the skies, bue< i delights, or does it enjoy a still keener p 7 1 v ^ 1 ' p ud especially those ol a dove, the only sooth- 
dye, and use them for darning purposes. I J mo 8oft words of love ’ and «>ntin- appreciation of the more elegant pleasures of so’uth Livonia, N. y® 7 ^ A * note 
beat my left arm, and was winding away over Some children standing by derided the old r G “ da,g ® “ v]e T^ f d Pf ha P s ~—~~~ -and them alone, he° was induced to escape 
my elbow and between my thumb and palm, man, saying, “ Father, give us thv ribbon ; it barrrdess fanp' 68 011 tb is and kindred themes, DOROTHY WORDSWORTH. f r,)m bis vessel, abandon his turbulent compan- 
rouud and round. Something rolled from my is old and can be of no worth to thee.” But bld 8 P ecu l at i° n on the purposes of the Crea- ^ - i Qns > and return to a family deploring his ab- 
lap, and as it struck the zinc under the stove, the old man clasped the ribbon in his hands, tor, and the modes in which they are executed, -Dorothy A\ ordsworth, the only sister of “nee. After paying a hasty visit to those 
I knew it was not a yarn ball that made the ar ‘ d , tbou 8 ht sadly of one he loved, who died seems bordering on irreverence; for, since the MonnMn MWmnrl.lon f ?-? dal Jlst , en ‘ Ilg: °{ lCe mort ; to lbe cooings 
, . . - while her bridal garments still adorned her_ ,• r xt * „ , . , Mount, in Westmoreland, on the 2oth of Jan- °‘ tbe Zenaida dove, he poured out his soul iu 
delicate clinking. They had loved long and truly, and had mar- °P cra 10ns of * ature are re peated under our uary, in her eighty-fourth year. She was born supplication for mercy, aud once more became, 
I stooped and picked up a bit of corn-cob! r ied in the full vigor of their youth. But as ejCS ’ yCar af ' er yGar ’ yet WG cannot tel1 ll0W on Christmas day, 1771, and during life was w bat oue has said to be the noblest work of 
What a rush of thoughts came as I turned tb ey were returning from church, they chanced one leaf or one b,ade of S rass is made > is ifc not lb - e co " stant and chosen- associate of her illus- God—an honest man. His escape was effeet- 
it over in my hand. It made my heart beat t0 . mtet a rush of people, who were being presumptuous to pretend to a knowledge of the tri °us brother. We make the following ex- cd amid difficulties and dangers, but no dan- 
foster aud breath come more uickl Th dldvea before the soldiery in one of thore means and processes God uses to effect his V^ 1 fr ?“ a1 } ex ^ nded historical sketch of the ger seemed to him comparable with thedan- 
lastcr ana bream come more quickly l he for which Fiance is so notorious, olans in the moral universe’ deceased in the Illustrated London News: ger of living in violation of human and divine 
fine so ft worsted which surrounded it had be- The married pair were riding in a car and ... « ‘ Wordsworth was as fond of his sister as aws ’ and be n °w lives in peace, in the midst 
come so familiar to sight ayd touch, that it when the report of musketry was heard, the y 011 Lave not ’ P erba ps, forgotten that tall Charles Iamb was of his sister, and we know o{ ' bis fr;ends -” 
had ceased to waken any particular emotion ; bridegroom became excited, and stretching black-walnut, branchless except at the top, bow touchingly Elia has exhibited his fondness --- 
but this was a new link brightly flashing up out ot tbe window, he marked the tumult for standing in the lane leading to the woods, nor lb r y I ar Y Lanib. Mary Lamb lived single, so To Let.— The anniversary of these little 
to join me to the past. The sight of it was a a . moaient » then turned to calm the tears of my simple, long-ago expression of wonder to dld Doro |'by Wordsworth. Both had poetic words is rapidly approaching, when we shall 
sparkling first impression. I seized it and 8 ^ A f the ^ ? f , death was al * you, how the limbs could have climbed so high ^f tes and sensxbilitiesi,both were fond of po- see them on the doors of hovels at three dol- 
a a • U 1 7 7 t 7 read 7 U P 0D ber—a bullet had entered her with .mthincr LMnw in u etry ’ and both seated subjects to their re- lars a month aud posted on aristocratic portals 
wandered off into the bye-gone. I forgot young heart; aud there she leaned, as before !, ° b g b ^ t0 , p tbemsehes up by; spective brothers which have had a beneficial at a thousand a year. 1 
present realities—the grave gentleman upon she sat—a sweet smile upon her face, her lips wel1 ’ 1he tree stands tb ere still, and a part of effect upon our literature. The contrast be- ‘‘To Let.” There are more things to let 
the other side of the table in the midst of std l warm, but dead! tbe woods, but the spirit of improvement has tween the temper of Wordsworth and his sis- than are placarded. Hearts arc to let every 
books and papers—aud all the sound sleepers 9° lbat unha PPy morning, the old man made sad innovations upon the beauty and ter is represented by the poet himself : day ; old hearts, young hearts, stricken hearts 
in the different chambers above stairs-and ^ br, r aS, '’ au , d ever ~ c l uiet of our pleasant sylvan summer retreat, IIT? Tt 1 « “r* 1 , 1 empty^i to let. 
, night and day—he had worn it near his heart • *i_ t <• T> Together chased the butterfly, There are heads to let_to anv ww 
theihttlc wicker affair on rockers beside me,- Sixty years had passed since then, but he had th e construction o a Railroad that divides A very hunter did / rush to isms and ologies and ists-heads thathave 
books and papers—aud all the sound sleepers 9 a lbat UQ bappy morning, the old man made sad innovations upon the beauty and 
in the different chambers above stairs—and 7° a ^ bbon f IO , m bei breast, and ever— quiet ot our pleasant sylvan summer retreat, 
the little wicker affair on rockers beside me,— Sixty yearshud passed liuce thelT but 8 hehad •“ the con8truction of a Railroad that divides 
and for a time my external senses seemed never sought another Jove. But, gazing upon R near, y in tbe middle, of course destroying 
quiescent. the ribbon, be saw her he loved ever by his hundreds of tbe trees under whose shade you 
Who planted it, who stooked the stalk on side ;, And ^ hen tb f ^Wren derided him, he and I used to spend whole mornings or after- 
which it grew, garnered, husked, and shelled S“not life aTibbon n00 , DS / reading, talking, making believe fish 
it, aud what became of the kernels those little the heait never grows old.” ' V ^ Wlt l bcnt pmS ’ m tbe little brook ’ or ff at b er * 
cells in regular rows once embedded, were -—_ m09S ft° ni the logs, stones or miniature 
queries that detained me not long. Notions of Beauty.— The Japanese womm ab °,7 US ’ f UC ! tlierefrom constructing 
I was a young girl again. I had spent my 8 dd their teeth, the Indians paint them red, cu fbions, pillows, baskets or anything else to 
Upon the prey * * 
But she, God love her I feared to brush 
The dust from off its wings. 
me oiessing or ma later years 
Was with him when a boy ; 
sis- than are placarded. Hearts are to let every 
day ; old hearts, young hearts, stricken hearts 
—all empty—all to let. 
There are heads to let—to any new thiDg, 
to isms and ologies and ists—heads that have 
not had a tenant to bless themselves with in a 
twelve-month. 
There are hands to let. Hands fair and 
re- plump ; hands lean and brown ; these to love, 
those to labor ; these for rags, those for rings. 
There are consciences to let—elastic, accom¬ 
modating, caoutthouk—at five cents a month ; 
queries that detained me not long. Notions of Beauty.— The Japanese wom-n mourids about U9 > aud therefrom constructing j^hile he has characterized the nature of her sixty per cent, a year. To let on bond, mort- 
I was a young girl again I hat] scent mv gM their teeth, the Indians paint them red piHowa, baskets or anything cl* to latoenaiupon him u four remarkable lines: gnge, and a pound of flesh. To tet for any- 
first wtetcLTJ“ “ Jy-fi /’he ‘ee.h tot *** <* this beautiful, and, con- SSSTSt-SSS, S’ g 
excited interest I watched the rapid'clia^gL sTthe^paiuTa’b'ack 1 ^theeyS" W0<xilai ! d ’ but ’ M wearet ° Id ’ flourishin g with Shedelighted in Chaucer and Spencer; caught, thing in the’market bu?gnU. U The^are nev- 
of the late spring, that had to make such alter aud ornament their faces with various figures’. ncheat lusunance mldst Slbei ' ia » snows, and <>n many occasions the raptured ear and eye er at premium, never to let.-Chicago Jour. 
haste for its tardiness, and shoot up the blade *? GreGI1,ai ! d women color their facefwi.h cree P in 8 with its warm, delicate fingers softly ^ found^bvSom W ----- 
and push forward the buds, and hurry the blae a . ud yel ow \ whilst the Hottentot women over the rugged aud otherwise barren, ice- [ 0 be the cheerful, well informed companion Jf Beadty “ How Obtained and how Pre- 
blossoms, that its allotted work might bLone 8“ Hin - >>»oml rock, .here is abundance remaining, and many n country walk and Winter fireside.- rb » true foundation of beauty in 
ere the summer hastened apacc.7.nM I ^ a,Miration of it b so grcat that werc yon toUS. sho^'came, as Wordsworth himself Sc“e<,„a“ facies 5 # S 
witness a hundred vernal times with leaf and lure of safff on, tumeric and grease. Inaucient P e P ann L a 'ocabularj, of the language of s ’ a , coriirmG |^ yGt s V cb are celebrated all over the world, for their 
blade, and bud and flower, and singing birds Persia an aquiline nose was often thought P laut8 and flowers, I wonld say, “Let moss be tba t she survived foTemhtcen vSrs^Herfinp fP^ndid persons and their brilliant complex- 
aud rushing of swelled brooks, iu just such worihy of the crown ; but the Sumatran moth- i a of constancy in lnendship. Yet, no, memory sbe retained we believe to the hast ioUS ’ aild tbey are P roverbial for their atteu- 
profusion about me I never could know the ? ? a,teuS lbe V ose of ber d ^er. moss nevers leaves the spot whereon it grew, ieal0ry _^^rctainect^beliere, to^tbe last. tion t() walking and riding. The sallow cheeks, 
• . • f - j »• » a .r . />■ i , , . A.u Atncau beauty must have small eyes, thick i unless rudely torn thence while wp nntcrrnw r\ . , . , stooping figures, susceptibility to cold, and 
intoxication of delight that filled my heart as lips aud a urge flat nose. I f „ L 7 7 i , 11 ’, ! g Originality ! what do they mean by it?— almost cJnsfanl ill-health which prevail aim ? 
I enjoyed them for the first time after vears or -—_ friendships, as in childhood wc outgrew our The action of the world upon us commences the American wiveq <rp7mllv 
Beauty— How Obtained and now Pre¬ 
served.— The true foundation of beauty in 
intoxication of delight that filled my heart as lips and a arge flat nose. 
I enjoyed them for the first time after years of -—»■ .. 
ci, y life . Truth. — There is no 
the American wives generally, are to be at- 
“ Oh, Aunt, was there ever anything so says as G ie hearing or the speaking of 
beautiful. 1 cannot sit quietly within doors ^! utb ‘ b t,r tb '; s reaS | J ' 1 ’here is no con versa- 
^ J tion oflprohu h n oa th..t a! 1 ♦ _ 
Truth. - There is nothin? so delightful ! ^ armenf9 ~ but this difference, that in with the hour of oar birth and ends only with tnbated almost entirely to their sedentary life 
r,n i__ • ' those cases oue of the parties remain sfationn. our death. It is here aud there and every- A woman nun no nn» hw>Amn kno..np..i 
e cases one of the parties remain stationa- our deal h- ( It is here aud there aud every- 
in these both ?euerallv contribute to wbe 7 1 here is nothing we can claim as our 
truth. Fortius reason there is^, ry j ia , tbe8e botb generally contribute to ™Ind^olS 
ti(,n so agreeable as that of the man of iuteg- ! Wlden ,he duta nce. Let it then stand for ]i, t le of me wimld be 1ft if I could 
at study or work.” I was privileged that ^ f t ,na " ° f , iuU>g * 7 \T T ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ° f me ^ ,d if I coaid but 
. n . • v ,, , . . . . rit y> "bo heais without any design to betray, love of home and country, a principle never what I owe to mv?reat nredecessnrn nnd 
ihie my first spring should be in a fmr portion and speato without any intention to deevivi . outrooted from the hoart of man. tempoS 7g P d 
A woman can no more become beautiful, or 
--—.... 6 own y.u.m uur I remain so without healthful exercises in the 
energy, strength, and volition. Y r ery opeuair, than a plant can thrive without lio-ht. 
me would be left, if I could but say 1 ° 
A* ep4*r im Is liko a boc; a thft g 
Of litt.e dlzOj with honey and a sting. 
