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MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL. LITERARY ANI) FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 
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CONDUCTED BY AZILE. 
THE LIGHT IN THE WINDOW. 
The night is heavy aiul dark and chill, 
Yet weary and dreary I journey still; 
And long have I plodded in that silent gloom 
Psalms; and Isaiah, too, who has beeu called kissed her, while these words sank deep in Jo- /iffL ’YYl 
the “ mighty orb of song.” “ a prince amid a sey’s heart. Vj.4j.Ulii 
generation of princes, a Titan among a tribe fo himge]f< „ j will find h £» ... 
of Titans,’ for among all the prophets it was The sun rose proudly up one bright Christ- For Moore , g Rural N( . w Torker 
given to him to pierce most clearly down into mas morning, and shone in npon Josey s bed, 1 xtEMEMBER I REMEMBER, 
the abyss of the future, and to disclose the tinging his brown hair with gold, and calling v J ’ J ‘ J v ’ 
events which were there concealed ; of him it him a sluggard, lighting up temptingly the BY H. J. SPENCER. 
• +w ha w Qa + 1,0 mnd olr>mion+ +l,o dark corners where hung the full stocking. 
is said that he was the most eloquent, the Doors opened and closed. Merry laughter I rkmembbb, i remember, a cot among the trees, 
most dramatic, the most poetic, the most com- rai)(r thr * h the hall A „ av throng came Where sweetly sang the birds and brooks, and 
plete of all the bards of Israel. Nor is the dan ci n g in " ° perfumed the breeze,— 
1 . 11 * Udutiug m. . „ ’Where the swallows build their nests underlie 
BY II. J. SPENCER. 
GENERAL WASHINGTON'S LAST VOTE. 
Every incident in the life of Washington is 
full of interest. That plain heroic magnitude 
of mind which distinguished him above all 
other men was evident in all his actions. Pat¬ 
riot ism, chastened by sound judgment and 
careful thought, prompted all his public acts, 
and made them examples for the study and 
guidance of mankind. It lias been said that 
V o'uv throno- came i Where sweetly sang tho birds and brooks, and flowers n0 oae can have the shortest interview with a 
o J o | perfumed the breeze,— ■*—’-*--—•’->-* -—-Ji-i- 
since the hearth-lights cheered me with tho'ts of home. of poetry lacking in the bewilderingly 
ty.-a i onrnnfllir lvriorht *■ L v 
But lo ! in the distance, serenely bright, 
I catch the gleam of a dearer light, 
For I know whose hand hath placed it where 
It may send abroad its cheerful glare ; 
And I know who sitteth lfesidc the stand, 
Plying the needle with nimble hand, 
Or scanning the page of some favorite book— 
Pausing oft to cast a look 
Out in the dark and cheerless gloom ; 
Watching and waiting to welcome me home ! 
The pleasant gleam of that tiny light, 
How it scatters the gloom of my heart’s deep night! 
Like the blessed Star of the olden time 
It guides my steps to a holy shrine. 
No longer I seem from the world shut out, 
Wandering alone in a realm of doubt, 
For I know there’s a heart will faster beat 
At the well known sound of my hastening feot, 
And the lips that pray for my safe return, 
And eyes that the joy of slumber spurn ; 
Wearying not through the long night’s gloom, 
Watching and waiting to welcome me home ! 
H. J. L., in Portland Transcript. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
POETRY. 
Poetry ! — what is it ? — where does it 
dwell ?—is it an inhabitant of earth, or, lil 
the fabled bird of Paradise, is it a residei 
only of celestial climes? Ah, gentle Poesj 
beautiful language with which the Reve’ator 
describes the scenes upon which he was per- 
“ Josey, I wish you a merry Christmas.” sheltering oaves, - r - P y ... . , 
They crowd around his bed. He sleeps so ° s J Une gleamed like silver on the maple’s sorae way earned the title of great, this is by 
sweetly and lies so still. His face is white, glossy leaves. no means true. Its applicability to the char- 
’Gimio-L tUp thin tins wear a smile Thev . acter of Washington is verified in the follow- 
udder and erv loudlv_ ' 1 remember > 1 remember > how ll st ° 01 } apart ’ alb “°> ing interesting circumstance related by a cor- 
“ Josey is dead!” w,lh | te narr ° w littl0 win(, ° ws ’ and ,ts ,0 ° r Wlth mos3 respondent of the Charleston Courier: 
Yes, Josey has found his mother, and the with the woodbines‘round the doorway and the violets “ 1 wa f present,” says this correspondent, 
gels in Heaven are singing: “A happy in the grass, ‘ when General \\ ashington gave his last vote, 
bristmas to you, Josey.” That looked up smilingly on all that in or out did pass. It was in ti;e spring oi 1 + 98, m the town ot 
• ” . _ v .... Alexandria. He died the 11th of December 
tvr a 1 ) 1 ? Tfin DAfll) ta pav I remember, I remember tho spring below t on , following. The court house of Fairfax coun- 
M ARE TOO 100R TO PAY From which o’er snowy pebbles drdflow a ^ r.ll, ^ ^ oyer th(j markefc ll0use> and im . 
° 4“L 1 6 ‘ rc ' c n n ,*,°o-?e dld^iiev aonca'r on mediately fronting Gadsby’s tavern. The en- 
Yes, it was a lovely spot, that village ' n 1 * ' rs a • ‘ trance into it was by a slight flight of crazy 
perfumed the breeze,— truly great man, without being made sensible 
Where the swallows build their nests underneath the ()f Mg superiority . Qf too many, who have 
sheltering eaves, some way earned’the title of great, this is by 
a<wi o„r>otiin« ir oamer like silver on the maple s j . o ’ * 
, , , k . / , , , although the thin lips wear a smile. They 
milled lo look, (then Lo was upon the lonely and cry lOTd f y _ 
isle of Patmos. » Josey is dead!” 
0, who does not love poetry such as this ! Yes, Josey has found his mother, and the 
Whose heart so closely sealed that it has no angels in Heaven are singing: “ xV happy 
no means true. I ts applicability to the char¬ 
acter of Washington is verified in the follow¬ 
ing interesting circumstance related by a cor- 
responsive chord, no echoing note; that has 
no lofty aspirations awakened, no deep fount¬ 
ains of happiness unclosed by it; and who, 
too, would not wish to put far away from 
them the sickly, sentimental trash which is gra ve-yard ! Such a one, 1 fancy, as inspired 
scattered broadcast over the land, which serves the “Elegy in a Country Church-yard.”— 
Christmas to you, Josey.” 
WE ARE TOO POOR TO PAY. 
in the gra«s, 
That looked up smilingly on all that in or out did pass. 
I remember, I remember the spring below tho hill, 
From which o’or snowy pebbles did flow a sparkling rill; 
How oft beneath the birchen tree at eventide I’d lie, 
only to pervert the taste, to weaken the pow- there was less pomp and snow than in our 
ers of tho mina and to cause tho intellect, ^1 “cTnmt toeMaud wulT.^WrC ™. y »d so™ 
which was created for far nobler purposes, to n / ture f for ./ coffiu is a coffiu , though it be an(l seiis 
rest contented when but a tithe of the im- C0V ered with a sumptuous pall.” So a grave 
provemeut has been made, or of the enjoyment is a grave, though it be piled over with sculp- 
won of which it is capable. m. c. m. tured marble. 
the “ Eleo-y in a Country Church-yard.”— I remember, I remember how they have passed away, 
There was less pomp and show than in our Wh0 Shared with me the pleasures of childhood’s gu.io- 
steps on the outside. The election was pro¬ 
gressing—several thousands of persons in the 
court house yard and immediate neighboring 
THE ORPHAN. 
tured marble . PLEASURES OF MEMORY. 
Then that little girl! How her image _ 
comes up before me, bending over her broth- Thk human heart, that “ harp of a thou- 
er’s errave. I marked her when she entered, ... „ . 
. ° sand strings, is often awakened to its sweet, 
and was soon drawn towards the spot where CU,L1U . 6 . , „ . 
.. , a . ' ’ . . , . viiu streets; and I was standing on Gadsby’s 
thin the kirkyard many sleep, and some o er mils , ,., . b . . J 
d steps when the father of his country drove up, 
Remember with a sigh the cot that stood among the trees, and immediately approached the court house 
__ steps; and when within a yard or two of 
For Moove’s Rural New-Yorker. them, I saw eight or ten good looking men, 
PLEASURES OF MEMORY. from different directions, certainly without the 
- least concert, spring simultaneously, and place 
The human heart, that “harp of a thou- themselves in positions to uphold and support 
ud strings,” is often awakened to its sweet, the steps should they fall in the General’s as- 
_ v * AAaai . n f iha cent of them. I was immediately at his back, 
v - xv - . Irinl-prl a ^.7 ^ -- - - ^ I • 11U2IU IlYtJ UI S1A. CUUUlUaiCS Gli UL1C 
And yet how many there are mere “jinglers one came, lie ireuea, me i ea witn a “ Our little Willie sleeps here. Wc’s too —the music—the hum of voices arouud—is bench sitting; and as the General approached 
of rhymes,” mere “ minglers of phrases,” who | udden ’ Zvhl l )00r t0 " et a tomb stoue; we and the ap " els unseen and unheeded, for both eye and ear are them, they arose in a body and bowed smiling- 
fondly dream of rendering their names immor- SKSK high lender, info an ^ knOW ^ ere he 1?es ’ aD(1 mother Sa * yS that>s with the spirit, and that is far away in the ly; and the salutation having been returned 
tal by the poetry they’ve written; who would miration of beauties. Then as the loneliness eD ° U f re you not afraid to be here alone?” I realms of the P ast . . hP'ev^'S poUs! 
c • _i__ __1- J _U nic ol+no+inn ronollpd l+splf +f> LlS mind lin . , J nf niiiof Inv s lOfll lv U1S Ie b latl J puna, 
fain make us believe that they have drank of his situation recalled itself to his mind, he asked> 
e ._• . oHnfVi+i-ir his eyes towards the registry of the polls, 
I here is a ee ing o q J y> S Y w i ien Col. Deneale (I think it was) said,— 
• _ 1 ’it _1_R ~R, 1-v/Y xTrkf if 10 o _ .. . v I . 
-- 4/ . , _ _ P. i __ 1 f nn r»o cWIUAJ. , , . ... W ILL II I till Li XX 1L \Y»SI £5 
deep draughts of inspiration from Helicon’s cned a ? aia sottly, witn large tear.-, running « Q, no ; mother is sick and couldn’t come, tinged with melancholy, it may be—yet it is a ( w e ll. General, how do you vote?’ 
famed fountain, or have learned deep lessons dowu bis phimp, i osy cheek. 
. . . , ’ , , , , . . . Josey was cold, hungry and frightened— Ik 
of wisdom as they have been seated in imagi- had Q / ver beeu klone before; and the firsi 
nation upon the green banks, and have listen- f ormed W ord his little tongue had ever utter 
wn ins p um P> j ‘ so she said I must come and see if the violets j 0 y that would not be exchanged for gayer General looked at the candidates, and said,— 
Josey was cold, hungry and frightened—he are j n bloom yet.” pleasures_in the remembrance of by-gone ‘ Gentlemen, I vote for measures, not for men;’ 
d never been alone before; and the first « How old was your brother ? ’ 1 asked, j and turning to the recording table, audibly 
ed to the low murmuring voice of 
“ Siloa’s brook, that flowed 
Fast by the oracle of God.” 
Ah ! yes, their name is legion ; and I have she who would have caught him in her arms 
,. ,, ,, . and covered him with kisses at this first token 
sometimes thought, if the spirits of the do- ln , 1(rpr hpav 
formed word his little tongue had ever utter- feeling interested in the little girl. a , u ' 
ed, passed moaningly his pouting lips —“ mam- a He was only seven years old; and he was I Q childhood and youth, the smiles and 
ma,” “ mamma.” s0 good, and he had such beautiful eyes; but tears, the pleasures and jmins of lile are 
Poor little Josey! He did not know that he couldn’t see a bit.” strangely intermingled, but in after times only 
she who would have caught him in her arms “Indeed! was he blind?” the smiles, the joys and pleasures are treasm- 
and covered him with kisses at this first token “ You see he was sick a long time ; yet his . . ,, , . 
of intellect, could’nt longer hear him; that eyes we re blue and bright as the blue sky ^ in memory—the sorrows and tews pass 
scenes and incidents. and turning to the recording table, audibly 
r i . 1,1 j i ;i ,. „_j pronounced Ins vote—saw it entered—made a 
In childhood and youth, the smiles and 1 
graceful bow, and retired.” 
CONCERNING GIANTS. 
The existence of whole nations of gigantic 
parted were permitted to look back upon sbe res ted on her stately couch, pale as the with stars in it, and we did not know he was away with the pa-sing years,—the shadows persons may well be questioned ; but there 
earth, and know the employments of its chil- sn0 w-drops they placed beside her, her hands getting blind, till one day I brought him a have fled but the sunshine is bright and glo- cau de no reasonable doubt ol the reality ot 
dren, anguish unspeakable must overwhelm calmly folded upon her meek bosom, and a pre tty rose, and he asked 
the souls of the really great of past time, as deep solemn settling upon her sweet young 
they behold the productions of their genius fac , e ; , , 
i i u 1 , , , . b He did not know, lone little orphan, how 
“ Is it a white rose, Dora?” 
“ Can’t you see, darling ?” asked mother. 
“ No, I can’t see anything. I wish you 
. • i certain individuals whose stature has greatly 
rious as then. The morning o l e is a ways exceeded ^at of men in general. The exact 
bright and beautiful, aud though its meridian height of Og, king of Bashan, has been vari- 
suu may be obscured by the dark clouds of ously computed ; some supposing him to have 
adversity and affliction, yet the evening sky beeu more than twelve English feet, while 
will be clear and cloudless, aud the beams of others think his stature did not exceed eleven 
will in li(rl,+ a nd heautv f eet. In like manner, the giant Goliah, of 
and labor, borrowed, parodied, and in many her ha!)d had been c f aspcd in prayer; and that wQu f d ’ the w - ndo ‘ w ;\ t is so dark.’’ adversity and affliction, yet the evening sky been more than twelve English feet, while 
instances subjects of most pitiable imitation. wben her soul went on that long journey, it « Then we knew that poor little Willie was will be clear and cloudless, aud the beams ot others think his stature dul not exceed eleven 
Still the world is full of tho^e who can fly carried with it a prayer to the throne of grace blind; but he lived a long time after that, its setting sun will stream in light and beauty ln manaer , tllC g iaa J j 0lia “’ 01 
only as they borrow pinions from another, —that the thought of him was the only cloud and used t0 put his hand on our faces to feel far back upon the pathway of life. aboutninefeet S mchM P but1commentators 
and with these frail supports they venture ^ ^ ^ US A 7 ’ ^ An old Ln is leaning upon his ivory head- 
C..+K k«n5n<r t/iwin fiir tWlm beloved one who had gone belore. he could see God, and Heaven, and the Angels. ^ 
Lth, hoping to win for themselves distinction beloved one who had gone belore. he could see God, and Heaven, and the Angels. ^ ^ ^ are iickly ?i V thigh. F 
and a name. Fabulous history of olden time piLuslyl^untiritrangers^came whth kind wouffl sayLriLeeTou too^when ^ou go sprinkled among the dark curling locks of Among modernimstMic^, a 
tells of one who sought to soar upward in like ^ ords a 7 d sad faces, and carried him down away from this dark place.” ’ ' boyhood, and his thin hands are weak and tones^f^ 
manner; but the piercing rays of the sun s t a i rs . As he passed her door, he instinctive- “So one day he closed his eyes and fell trembling. Time has placed his signet upon g ’ h . imerica between eleven and twelve 
melted away the feeble fastenings of his pin- ly murmured the new word, “ mamma,” until asleep, and mother said he was asleep in Jesus. hig furrowed b row and withered cheek—the feet hiffh ; and'Turner, the naturalist: declares 
of which begins with a capital and ends with An angel mother had him in her arms, sooth- 
a jingle, no matter whether a single idea is ed his trembling lips, and whispered words of 
A FABLE. 
expressed or not; that is something of too love into Lis ear. StitlLe did n°t know that —- 
t.E • . i v>a„ ,, he was an orphan. Alas! poor child, he A vine was growing beside a thrifty oak, 
little importance to be considered,-no matter , earned u s00n ‘ CBOUgll . and had rcach ” d (^height at ivhiel/it re^ 
whether the construction is grammatical,— qi be g ne bouse was sold and all its elegan- q U j red support. 
whether the spelling is correct,—whether it is eies. Expenses were paid, and the small sum 1 « Q a k,” said the vine, “ bend your trunk so 
written in legible characters or not: aud remaining put in trust for the boy into the t ka t you ma y be support to me.” 
boyhood, and his thin hands are weak and board Le Maire’s fleet affirmed that he had 
J , , ... . , measured the bones of men m sepulchres of 
trembling. Time has placed his signet upon g oulb America, between eleven and twelve 
his f urrowed brow and withered cheek—the f ee t high ; and Turner, the naturalist; declares 
freshness and vigor of youth are forever gone, that he had seen on the Brazil coast a race of 
A tear-drop dims his fading eye, and his gray gigantic savages, one of whom measured 
ii „ + „ no twelve feet. The declaration of Turner is, 
lea , moving » I h . moreover, rendered credible by Monsieur The- 
other days which the young folks are p aying. ye ^ wko j n k i s description of America, pub- 
Why does the old man weep ? It is not be- ii s ] ie d at Paris 1575, asserts that he saw and 
cause he is lonely, or that the scene before him measured the skeleton of a South American, 
is one to awaken sad reflections. All is joy then not many years dead, which was eleven 
and hilarity around him, for to night 
“ Youth and pleasure meet, 
To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.” 
Bright, fairy forms of youth and beauty flit 
feet five inches in length ; his skull was three 
feet one inch in circumference, and thejeg 
bones full three feet four inches long. To 
these remarkable instances may be added, a 
well proportioned living man, whom Diemer- 
---— o - jjT At, •( Ta o r „ J * - •' . . "*'0- 1 - */ - " well ptuwui UUULU living man, »» uum A/itHuti- 
what wonder that some of the strong-minded hands ot aman ot mtegri y. osey n in “ My support, replied the oak, “is natu- before his dreamy gaze, and then are lost agam broeck saw at Utrecht, measuring eight feet 
and intelligent about us, lift up their voices family. ^ rally yours a U d you may depend ou my Yet still the tears will gather six inches. Also a youth, seen by Dr. Beca- 
. Y. . „ but they were all “ to the manor born. Jo- strenuth to bear you up, but 1 ain too large , “ . T . . . , „ , • who was i.earlv nine feet hich • a man 
“ ° P1>0S ' t,0n ‘° eV ° rytll,D? “ thC fOTm ° f sey was an iotruder. a,d L solid to bind. Put your arms aro,.nd in tie old mao s eyes. It » no. becau, ta tet. qSife ten S 
TTOTCO TT ___ c*Ltt Alll OT fTI'AVXJ __+ 1- ^ T U lO woefinnr ftWftV nnn 1 hP Riimmrr flllV 1 1 
and infpUiffent about us lift UD their voices nw iamuy. lueiv uiuu rally yours, auu you may uepeuu uu my 
° J*. . ^ „ „ but they were all “ to the manor born. Jo- strength to bear you up, but 1 am too large 
in opposition to everything in the .orm of ^ wag an i n t r uder. aud too solid to bend. Put your arms around 
verse. He was always a shy, quiet boy, and grew llly pr etty vine, and I will manfully sup- 
But there is poetry that is valuable. Some still more so amid this childish throng. He por t and cherish you, if you have ambition 
persons have lived and others still live, who sought out dark corners, and glided into them to climb as high as the clouds ; while I thus 
have gathered priceless treasures, and have unperceived. He talked to himself, when ho i d you up, you will ornament my rough 
° — i - x Among our own countrymen may be named 
t drawing to a close. It is not \v aber Parsons, porter to King James the 
ings for the lost pleasures of First, about seven feet seven inches in stature; 
His hope is not in the past, and Edward Malone, whom Dr. Molyneux 
have gathered priceless treasures, and have unperceived. He talked to himself, vhen bo ] d you upj y0 u will ornament my rough ear ]j er years . Hi s hope is not in the past, and Edward Malone, whom Dr. Molyneux 
brought them up from the deep fountains of mber cLUdin ? toy’ Sta oUSThe? will Le'al SUS «™‘ ° f ^ ““ 
the soul, and with bright words have poured He would watc h the mother as she impulsive- t0 my head, as I stand in the forest like a trust, beyond the shadows of earth, to a world ne, o Ql ’ ’ i0O ^ < ’ ’ | t _ 
them out before us. They have scattered i y caught to her heart some little prattler, glorious warrior, with all his plumes. We of fadeless bloom. Then why does the old Hum vn I iff. —The kst number of Black 
their soul-stirring thoughts as flower-seeds are and turn away sadly—no one kissed him.— we re made by the great Master to grow to- man we ep ? There is a spell in the air they ^J ^ntM^Freneh author bv the name of 
scattered by the evening wind. About their No one looked with pride on his copybook gether, and that by our union the weak may , that leads him f ar , fcr back on life’s M. Flourens, who thus parcels out the life of 
writings there is something cheering some- ^“ st K‘n “UlgW toUis ° ? -ry way, to the days of childhood. Rcseos man. « The flrst ten yLs of life arc infan- 
thing ennobling , they leave a deep, a lasting J)ed gj dej see jf h e were comfortably and « H u t I wish to grow independently,” said the lamiliar faces of long lost friends—those cy, properly so called , the second tei1 tbo 
impress upon the mind; they exert a strong, happily sleeping. No one saved cakes and the vine, “ why cannot you twine arouud me, who were unable to withstand life’s battle, tL 0< fmn! 'Thlrt 7 tofflH v the rL 
healthful influence over you, for you are con- candy for him in the bureau drawers, or stuff- aild ] e t me grow up straight, and not be a 
scious that you are listening to a superior ed his dinner basket with a favorite morsel. mere dependent upon you ?” 
. , Human Life. —The last number of Black¬ 
er tney wood q UO tes a French author by the name of 
n life’s m. Flourens, who thus parcels out the life of 
He sees man. “ The first ten years of life are infan- 
spirit, and long after the book has been laid No ; he was “ one set apart. He must 
i . y ” uut / u . luc r - the first youth ; from thirty to forty the sec- 
and let me grow up straight, and not be a and „ 0 w sleep there m the church-yard. It is Qnd ^ firat ’ manhood i. s f rom forty to fifty- 
mere dependent upon you. the same tune that fell from the lips of his five . the second from fifty-five to seventy.— 
“ N ature, answers the oa , i no e- tb d i u n ed him to slumber in infancy. From seventy to eighty-five is tho first period 
sign it. It is impossible that you should 
ncra nnrt nf pifrVi+v-fivfi the RftP.rmrl ficrfi 
aside, the clearness of thought, the exquisite take what comes and be thankful. sign it. I 1 i®. ^ n 7 ™,7+ T-77+ lie sane it with his brothers and sisters, long of old age, and at eighty-five the second age 
beauty of the language, the pure and elevatiug IS and "l7g]eLTl™ ov'Z Se°win°dsand rains, if not your own'weight! years ago, around the old home fireside. It 
sentiments, cause the heart to thrill with member ed him in long tasks, so hopelessly will bring you to the ground. Neither is it recalls to his mind the image of her whom he frrriu . Abin , rrnws f or 20 vnars. 
membered Him in long tasns, so nopeiessiy win Dnng juu iu me K unmu. is io recalls to ms inmu me image ui rnwnumue than thev "row Man "rows for 20 years, 
emotions of pleasure and delight. bard that none but a mother could have made proper for you to run your arms hither and mogt ] ovcd) and whose tones were sweetest aud <)lI£r Ht to live 90 or 100 years, and would 
Yes, there is a charm about poetry, a win- easy. And when his bead or heart ached, thither among the trees. _ 1 he trees will be- nms j c to his ears. YVith her he danced to its with a proper observanc 
. • , • x, , • i f • x tbprp was no breast to bear all his troubles— gm to say it is not my vine—it is a stranger . , . , ., . , . , .* 
ntag. magical i to. which few can resist. ^ of hig brow witt L get ^ . i W J, not cherish thee. By measured notes, as they now <lo, on his bridal physical nature. 
The book of nature is filled with it, every tree entk3j caressing touch. Poor Josey. this time thou wilt be so entangled among the eve. „ (( „ . 
and plant, every flower of the field,every wild a change had gradually passed over Josey. different branches that thou can’t get back to No wonder that the old man weeps. But . \.°T .| A0 ', V , 1S j. 
and romantic feature of “ Old Earth,” contains jj e Lad grown thin and pale ; his eyes were the oak : and nobody will admire or pity thee, they are not tears of sorrow and regret. In . cWm’il nf t liffwi^e 
volumes of exquisite poetry, which can be large and unnaturally bright; his form fragile “ Ah, me !’said the vine, “ let me escape a g e the memory of his early days seems to him banner of the prudent;, 
easily read by the enthusiastic lover of nature, and shadowy. Friends whispered when he ^heSf aroundYhe oak and both -rewind like a new life—like youth renewed and spent Let us keep Lis little ^ 
The book of inspiration, too, furnishes us with passed, and boys made room for him by the • Y d h iIy too . ethe |. ‘ h over again with all its pleasures and fairy mind; and whenever anyt 
the most sublime and awe-inspiring poetry of ^ - hopea.' B. II. Sc,™. 
which we cau conceive.. . cou]d never do enough for them. The Dead Wife.— The dear head that laid Bristol, N. y. P mSmherinVthat tL is t 
Who has uot felt this as he has read the q u6 day as ke ga t by the fire sad and dis- upon your bosom, rests in the still darkness ' 7" t* : ndp0( f a sn rrv wav 
book of Daniel ?—as he has lingered over the ph-ited, the tears would roll down his cheeks, upon a pillow of clay. The hands that have Ages of our Authors.-— Most oi our au- nuttimr it off till 
savings of Jeremiah the weeping prophet—as “ Why does Josey cry ?” said a little child ministered so untiringly, are folded, white and thors of universal reputation are old or el- (( j V U,, d( f it „ N(] 
he has conned the proudly majestic teords of to te mamma. ^ ^ etcruity^of ' Ar "’ bw,rei 
Moses, or the gorgeous descriptions ot Job?— tbe pareilt love, lies under your feet. The flowers she ding seventy-six, Halleck sixty, Prescott six- ^ 
as he has followed Ezekiel, whose thoughts « Yes ” cried the child, with eager voice and bent over with love, bend now above her iu ty-one, Sprague sixty three, Bancroft fifty-five, Knowledge is a commc 
seem like a torrent rushing from the hill-side— manner,'" yes, Josey has a mamma, she is an tears, shaking the dew from their petals that Everett sixty-one, Emerson fifty-two, Long-. able property of mankind 
the lofty enthusiasm and the low wailings of angel in Heaven.” 2 the verdure around her may be kept green fellow forty-eight, Whittier forty seven, aud light which streams throi 
penitential sorrow which are breathed by the The lady took the child in her arms and and beautiful. Hawthorne forty-six. night. Kozlay. 
easy. And when his head or heart ached, thither among the trees.. 1 he trees will he- mus j c his ears. With her he danced to its with a proper observance of the laws of his l| 
there was no breast to bear all his troubles— gm to say it is not my vine—it is a stranger , i • u • i i L/nni I 
Z haX to cool the fever of his brow with -get th/e gone ; I will not cherish thee. By measured notes, as they now do, on his bridal physica l nature. I * 
its gentle, caressing touch. Poor Josey. this time thou wilt be so entangled among the eve. „ v _„ tl n 
Poor J osey. 
No wonder that the old man weeps. 
“ Now.”—“ Now ” is the constant syllable 
i xt ticking from the clock of time. 
r and regret. In ^ nW nrA „ ft v wi8(1 « K r 
like a new life—like youth renewed and spent Let us keep this little word always in our 
over again with all its pleasures and fairy mind; and whenever anything presents itself 
hopes. 
Bristol, N. Y. 
B. H. Sciuio. 
Now ” is 
” is on the 
Ages of our Authors. —Most of our au¬ 
to us in the shape of work, whether mental or 
physical, we should do it with all our might, 
remembering that now is the only time for us. 
It is indeed a sorry way to get through the 
world by putting it off till to-morrow, saying, 
“Then I will do it.” No! This will never 
answer . Now is ours ; then will never be. 
thoughts “ Yes ” cried the child, with eager voice and bent over with love, bend now above her iu ty-one, Sprague sixty three, Bancroft fifty-five, I Knowledge is a common : 
ill-side— manner, " yes, Josey has a mamma, she is an tears, shaking the dew from their petals that Everett sixty-one, Emerson fifty-two, Long- able property of mankind—a 
lilings of angel in Heaven.” u the verdure around her may be kept green fellow forty-eight, YVhitlier forty seven, and light which streams through 
Knowledge is a common and unappropri- 
able property of mankind—a ray ot heavenly 
light which streams through the darkness of 
night.— Kozlay. 
