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MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL, LITERARY AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 
'Safes’ jfei-Jfetf. 
CONDUCTED BY AZILE. 
Written tor Moorc’o Bnral New-Yorker, 
THE SEA. 
“ Tub deep blue sea,” lww fair it seems, 
When gleaming in the sun -light’s beams, 
An d silver tides, like joyous dreams, 
Glide o’er its peaceful breast. 
The breeze sighs softly o'er each wave, 
As peaceful as the shores they lave, 
And every wind sleeps in its cave— 
Each billow is at rest. 
“ The dark blue sea,” how puro and bright, 
When resting in the hush of night, 
Robed in the radiance of moon-light, 
So fair and yet so cold. 
The twinkling stars far downward poop, 
With glancing light upon the deep, 
Whose bosom rests in quiet sleep, 
Liko mantle decked in gold. 
11 The proud blue sea,” when winds are high, 
And darkness gathered o’er the sky, 
And the frail bark unconsciously, 
Is swiftly onward borne. 
Then, like a Hon roused at length. 
It shakes its mane in pride of strength, 
And its wild roar from shore to shore, 
Resounds as if in scorn. 
“ The wild blue sea,” how fearful now, 
To gaze upon its angry brow, 
And list the dreary waves that plow 
Its billows mountain high. 
Now death and danger seem to ride 
In triumph o’er each foaming tide, 
And ocean drowns, with voice of pride, 
The lost ones’ bitter cry. 
“The calm blue sea,” how still each wave, 
Soft breathes the wind through rock and cavo, 
A dirge o’er many a victim’s grave, 
Far ’mongst its waters free. 
Oh ! how omnipotent must be the power 
Of Him, who bids the tempest lower, 
Yet stays thee, in thy wildest hour, 
Thou glorious, dark blue sea. 
Grovelaud, N. Y., 1866. S*t.i.ui. 
Written for Moore's Rural New Yorker. 
AN EVENING REMINISCENCE. 
the society of brothers and sisters who were /A >'tf 
as dear to him as his own life,—with the in- j m) 
tention of returning in a few weeks. He U 
bade them good-bye in an unusual glow of 
spirits, little thinking that he was taking a 
last leave of all that was near and dear to him 
on earth. In a few brief days his lifeless 
form was returned to the home circle, with Thi 
the eye and lip, which were wont to greet his ^ 1 
friends so fondly, forever closed alike to joy ' ^ 
and grief. Tb( 
But such is life. Sometimes it is all glad- i 
ness and sunshine, and heaven itself seems to T1 ’' 
lie not far off. And then it changes sudden¬ 
ly, and is dark and sorrowful, and clouds shut ^ 
out the sky. In the lives of the saddest of us w< 
there are bright days, when we feel as if we 
could take the great world in our arms. Then An 
com 9 the gloomy hours, when the fire will ^ 
neither burn on our hearths nor in our hearts, 
and all without and within is dismal, co'd, and Ye 
dark. Believe me every heart has its eecret ’j 
sorrows which the world knows not of, and a 
deceitful world i3 prone to laugh in publie 
at what in private it reveres, namely, heart.- wi 
cravings for the beautiful, holy, and good.— 
Still we must all fully realize that it is not all 
of life to live, nor all of death to die, but ness i/a tri 
« So live that when the summons comes to join j T wag ( 
The innumerable caravan that moves , . 
Toths pale realms of shade, whore each shall take * ‘ h 
Ilia chamber in the silent hails of death— shake a W< 
* $ * * Sustained and soothed y,as SUSpei 
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, securely fi 
Liko one who wraps the drapery of his couch “ 
About him, aad lies down to pleasing dreams.” water boil 
Eoneoye, N. Y., 1855. Carrie. sought au< 
— m * * * * the crevice 
THE UNHAPPY REPLY. egress-ar 
- to the mor 
,_ its own fir 
“ 1 do not think it is a selfish act if 1 occu- J et U* e ^ 
py this whole seat myself, as I am to travel the world. 
(ftlro fpsallang. 
SUCCESS IN LIFE. 
TASTES DIFFER. 
It is the peculiar vice of our age and coun- In a lecture on what he has seen abroad, 
try to put a false estimate on the mere acqui- Wendell Phillips observes : 
TiYAn 4 YD HEART sition of riclies. I do not undervalue eiiher In Italy you will see a man breaking up his 
j ir.AU AiN 1. tii-Mi • wealth or the diligence and enterprise so often ] and two cows, and the root of a tree for 
' exercised in its attainment. I would not say p i 0W) w hile he is dressed in skins with the 
m J 0 “* ^ XP ~ a word to throw doubt on the importance of ba j r on. In Rome, Vienna and Dresden, if 
Thu Head is stately, calm and wise, acquiring such a measure of this world’s goods you hi re a man to saw wood, he does not 
And bears a princely part; as 10 Wilder one independent, and able to as- br fog a hoise along. He never had one, or 
And down below m secret lies sist others. The young man who thinks lie his father before him. lie puts one end of 
The warm, impulsive Heart. may amuse or employ himself as he sees fit., saw on the ground, and the other on his 
The lordly Head that sits above, at pftme tin10 throwing the burthen of hi3 breast, taking the wood in his hand, rubs it 
The Heart that beats below, support on others, or leading a precarious against the saw. It is a solemn fact, that in 
Their several office plainly prove, life, on the verge of debt and bankruptcy, is a piorence, a city filled with the triumph of art, 
Their true relation show. dishonor to his specios* But I assert that the there ip Hot a single augur, and if a carpenter 
TSe Head erect serene and cool too common mistake, which makes men look wou](1 bore a hole he does it with a red hot 
Endowed with reason’s art, upon the acquisition of a fortune, or the hav- po j <er- This results not from the want of ln- 
Was set aioft to guide 8ud rule irg a fine and fashionable house, as constitu- but of sagacity of thought. The peo- 
Tho throbbing, wayward Heart ting success in life, is extremely pernicious.— p fo are by no means idle. They toil early and 
arc from the Head, as from the higher Success in life consists in the proper ard bar- [ a te, men, women and children, with an in¬ 
comes ail. directing thought; moiiious development of those faculties which da gtxy that shames labor-saving Vankees.— 
And in the Heart’s consuming tiro God has given us. Now, we have faculties Thu- he makes labor and the poor must live. 
Ail noble deeds are wrought, more important to our welfare than that of In Rome charcoal is principally used for fuel, 
Yet each is best when both uuite making money—faculties more conducive to and y OH will gee a string of twenty mu'es, 
To make a man complete— our happiness, and to our health of body and brirging little sacks of it, upon their backs, 
what wore the heat without the light? soul. There are higher and better modes of when one mule could draw all of it in a cart. 
Tho light without the heat? activity than those which are exhibited in But the charcoal vender never had a cart, and 
-■« —--- multiplying dollars. Men can leave to their go he keeps his mu'es and feeds them. This 
written for Moort’s R»r«i New-Yorker. children a better patrimony than money; j s from no want of industry, but there is no 
ONLY A I RIFLE. they can leave to them the worth of a good competition. 
example, good habits, a religious faith, a true Yankee always looks haggard and ner- 
And he but the littleness of man that geeth no great- ggiJmate of the desirable things of this life; vous, as if ha were chasing a dollar. With 
ness in a trifle— Tapper. resources of mind and heart, which will shed us monP y i s everything; aud when we go 
It was only a trifle not worth noticing sunshine on adversity, and give a grace to abroad we are surprised to find that, the dol- 
yet the germ of the motive power that shall prosperous fortune. “ 1 1 is not wealth which j ar has ceased to be almighty. Jf a Yankee 
shake a world. T he rude, old fashioned kettle is denn ing of homage but the virtues which re f useg to d t a job for fifty cents, he will prob- 
was suspended over the blazing fire, swinging a man exercises in the slow pursuit of weabh ab i y do it for a dollar, aud will certainly do 
securely from the now obselete crane. The —the abilities so called forth, the self-denials it for five. But one of the lazaroni of Naples, 
. * ., . , ., . , , . . ,_ 9 , so imposed. when he has earned two cents and eaten them, 
water boiled, and the steam (what is steam .) j have heard of two brothers, whose father w pi wov k n0 more that day if you offer him 
sought an escape. Through thespout, through died leaving them five hundred dollars apiece. eV(?r p0 ] ar g 6 a sum . n e has earned enough 
the crevice of the rough fitting lid, it found “ I will take this money, and make myself a f or day, and wauls no more. So there is 
egress—and the quivering cover “beat time ” rich tnan,” said Henry, the younger brother. u0 cogerncss for making money, no motive for 
to the monotonous tune It snug, proelnimihg J* ■to-'T- 
its own freedom. It was only a trifle, and wbo ] mew p t tle beyond the multiplication nT? prro'i’pv 
yet the Archimediau lever destined to move t{lb ] e> abandoned all thoughts cf going to mrj bUblUiL Ui iuliiu. 
tbe world. school, and began by peddling goods in a ZZT„r 
egress—and the quivering cover “beat time ” 
to the monotonous tune it sang, proclaiming 
its own freedom. It was only a trifle,—and 
yet the Archimediau lever destined to move 
THE SECRET OF POETRY. 
all this long, warm day,” said I to a lady The train was speeding wildly on its course, small way, over the country, l ie was shrewd 
nearest me, one sultry morning, as I took the ev ;<wiv “ making: time ” unequalled. It and c l uiek to ,ea T n whatever , h . e & ave l lis atr 
And what i3 the secret of the great poet’s 
power over U3 ? There is something we love 
AN EVENING REMINISCENCE, nearest me, one sultry morning, as I took the eviden tly “making time” unequalled. It ^iSo^ndTe J hfa 5ftenti“n “o better than love, something that is sweeter to 
- . ? ut ? u he WdJ 6nd 6eat ’ m the ° a “ at BU<fal ° was only a little tapering stick-one could if one veer us than riches, something that is more inspir- 
’Ihs a holy hour,—from the family altar has or Albany.^ ^ ^ ^ rep ^ > ^ j put have hurled it out of sight without an effort— hig {iv £ hundred dollars had become a thou- | a g to us than sucoess-and Hiat, is the tmag- 
gone forth the evening prayet, supplicating to gbaw , books, papers, fan, boquet, &c., in but it jerked the reiu 3 from the grasp of the sa nd. In five years it had grown to be twen- matron ol them. N o woman was eve ed 
the throne of mercy. Did you ever, at the ^ e fe au d nesUed myself down in the iron horse’s guider. No longer would it obey ty thousand ; and at the age of fifty he was 1 IveTsucce^ful enough but i^ 
_;-rnnrcslf an,! won. , _ J ___° „ million IJrv^rrrr. t ip aillbltlOUS mail ever SUCCCSStUl enOUgil, DUt 1U 
held in reverence amoDg men. All nature is 
dumb, and we men have mostly but a stunted 
’ “TV , ; , ,i « nlease Miss ” made me wake with a sudden nanamenu. mmeuaM, thirds of his money m going to school, and 
panorama flits before me. here and there a ’ ed baggage, and crushed humanity, were heap- acquiring a taste for solid knowledge. He £ ers - are the always welcome guest of 
scene upon which memory loves to huger- The car was filled to overflowing, and a ed together in one incongruous, heterogeneous then spent the remainder of his patrimony in L: the noet has been always 
now and then a spot Oh. that it could be new iy arrived party had entered, and a pale mass . y 0 u could scarcely identify any of purchasing a few acres of land in the neig held in’reverence among men All nature is 
forever blotted oat. Thedeath scene-my Htflewomw with a tetfal baby in her arms, . hoac tiirty 8caIaedj bl ' okone( ,/ ma 4 M borhood ol a hr.v.ng cty. He reeolved on 
nearest friends even while I write, I feel the stood asking permission o sit 1 e rne. f orrag) a8 animated, joyous friends you had After a lans'e of thirty-five years the two and stuttering speech. But the longing of 
hand,chilled with the pangs of death, as it t b h ^!VetI ^ but few worcS bade adieu, and wished “ a pleasant journey,” brothers mlt It was at George’s house. A every created thing is forutteranceandex- 
took mine; the faint good bye the laststrug- ^ 6U ikfly forbore taking the restless little only a little time back, at yonder station.— bright, vigorous, alert man was George, pressiom 1 e poe ® ° ce ’^ a l- 
gle—the fallen chin the coffin the g.a\e— creature to ease her poor, wearied arms ; but Strange, that their journey should terminate though upwards of fifty-live years Old. Hen- ^ bi ’ to be the Voice’ of this low world, 
the return to a desolate home-all, all the merely smoothed its yellow hair and patted thu8 Mournfully,and not three score miles yet ° U § e Tadln?in ^TSntTng rS Sugh Wm° man and Tture find at last a 
loneliness of an orphan. _ its pale baby cheeks, and satd Mary was a pasfeed , R after 5»^^ctore had wLS Am fo giv^ tongue! by which they can utter themselves 
But bright days will be called into remem- S °V, ^ B ^ e comf J rt i bad opened the win- ’ Twas ccthing but the prick of a pin—not up business, and now he found himself strick- aud H )eak to each other. The beauties of the 
brance, and clouds will show them “silver do ^^7l^gUt°more ^tTnct^tch ^ worth minding-but see! the jaw closes-it efin heaUh^yond repair But that was not 
liniDgs. Oh . how sunshine and storm will p i ctureaque views, that flitted by us so quick- fe fixed—aye, immovably locked. The eyes the worst. He was out of bis element when ^rations of the soul the passions and 
chase each other over the world; and the fa- f y that they seemed like glowing pictures, roU back in their sockets, and assume a glassy ^ HbmT aX^ed^iTaTne coTecUou Jhe charities of men, nay, the tre^, the rocks, 
ture—who would penetrate its misty vale?— without one imperfection to mar, when my gtare pain f u i to behold-a gasp, a convulsive lewSuS our poor old speechless mother, the earth her- 
We often picture with vivid icagiuat on the »<“ Bta dder, and-a soul retard to the Go» ' ^ ««?«»«. v^ce and mnaic and.. 
scenes of the future, weaving curious fabrics, ***TIL ,5 w TO ?„. wLn it! books with no more interest than he would that humanity, a divine instinct, of which is 
- — “ 1 do wish you would let down that win- who gave it! uwao «— —••—^ t j? r 
but the realities differ widely contain more dow; „ sai j d she, “the coal smoke makes my One after another were the massive blocks have looked on so many bricks. George took imp an u .n icin a ' 
the library, and showed Him a line conecuon 7 
of books. Poor Henry had never cultivated our P oor °^ d speechless mother, the earth her- 
a taste for reading. He looked upon the self, becomes voice and music, and attains to 
books with no more interest than he would humanity, a divine instinct, of which ls 
of stone cemented in their places gradually, 
of the marvelous than we were capable of s0 much worse.” of stone cemented in their places gradually, Lli ™ ^ ^ f?. arden ’ but Henry be^n to 
framing together. A week, a day will change 1 am ashamed to confess it now, but 1 felt ^ battlement tarret ascendcd-the huge ’ wt^Qeorge pSnS out to hi^a 01 HQU SLS ’ 
the stream of lile-a moment make a mark jteangrj ^lood^burn w ^^am^uite edifice was near, - y completed. The scaffolding beaut ; ifu i elra> he cn\y cried “Pshaw I” George We always look upon our houses as mere 
which Times busy lingers can never erase. ^ wear ied f an( i troubled, aud bun- was erected, the workmen were on it, calmly t^ok him into his greenhouse,and talked with temporary lodgings. We are always hoping 
But the past—what a picture ! Did you „. r j/ aiK i thirsty, aud crowded, and here you waiting while the granite was bemg adjusted enthusiasm of some rare flowers, which seemed to get larger aud finer ones, or are forced some 
never become bewildered in gazing upon it— as a n intruder, and would keep me from in the tackle below. “ Hoist away there” It to give the farmer great pleasure. Henry way or other to live where we do not choose, 
wake from your reveries as from a dream, and the mite of cool, fresh air that 1 am trying to ^ 8te adil v-up-up-it has reached its des- shrugged his shoulders and yawned, saying-, aud in continual expectation of charging our 
, jj •/* xi not T)n vou think vou arc doir»fir as vou . r Ah I 1 don t carcior these things. (j-corge nlacc of abode. In the present state of socie- 
wonder if “ twas bo, if those scenes were re- get— ^ d } Qne by r > 8aid i tart l y , f u d with- tination, and a man s.oops re loosen its fas- agked him it he was fond of paintings anden- f y? this is in a great measure unavoidable ; 
alities, and had existed . Still we rush on to out wa itiDg for a reply, I rose and was lettiDg tenings. Heavens . what a crash . Scalio.d- g rav ings. “No, no! Don’t trouble your- but let us remember it is an evtl, and that so 
meet the shadowy future, almost forgetful that dowu ’ tbe '° v q udow Wlt h an angry crash, as a ing, workmen, granite block, all precipitated self,” said Henry, “ I can’t tell one daub from f ar ag it i s avoidable, it becomes our duty to 
each enactment will some day be recorded in Dau ghty child would slam a door shut, when together! The post was unsound at the heart another.’ “ Well, you shall hear my daugh- check the impulse. * * * It is surely a 
this same good old book, “ The Past,” which s he laid her poor, wasted little hand on my _ it couId not susta in the weight required, ter Edith play upon the piano; she is noor- eubject for serious thought, whether it might 
I have been absorbed in fumbling over this arm, and said, “ Oh, don't do it then," and ^ buman life was sacrificed. dinary performer, I assure you. “Now, no t be better for many of us, if, m attaining a 
^ j i burst into tears, and leaned her head down on .. , , ... , ... don t, brother—don t, if you love me. said certain position in life, we determined with 
lovely moonlight evening, and each page will ^ bab aud cried bitterly. The woman in The boy watchmg the boiling kettle—th- Henry, beseechingly ;“ I never could endure God s permission, to choose a house in which 
elicit from us a smile or a tear. heart was touched, but putting on the in- wedge on the railway track—the scratch of a music.” “ But what can I do to amuse you? ^ ij ve and d i 3 — a home not to be increased 
t tti - 1 ^ nn i r» Viia Ivaorf nf . ^ _. T _—~ __ o f 4 olr’o Will T7AI1 to L'P il T fLTTl fl.frfl.id of ii otorwi in atmio ond fipld finlH 
gravings 
Cam'Ll --- %j JJc*UtiLlVY VyUiiv* -- — 7 - vJLAv/A . a uu -~ — — -- , . . • . . 1 . - A _ - , , 
this same good old book, “ The Past,” which s he laid her poor, wasted little hand on my _ it cou ld not sustain the weight required, ^ dlth P la y u P on _ the P ian0 ; 18 ™ 0r ~ subject for serious thought, whether it might 
T have been absorbed in fumbling over this arm, and said, “ Oh, don't do it then," and aud hu man life was sacrificed. dinary performer, I assure you. “Now, not be better for many of us, if, in attaining a 
^ *u burst into tears, and leaned her head down on . .. . . ... , don t, brother—don t, if you love me. said certain position m life, we determined with 
lovely moonlight evening, aud each page will ^ bab aud cried bitterly. The woman in '1 he boy watchmg the boiling kettle— th- Henry, beseechingly ;“ I never could endure God s permission, to choose a house in which 
elicit from us a smile or a tear. heart was touched, but putting on the in- wedge on the railway track—the scratch of a music.” “ But what can I do to amuse you? ^ ij ve and d i 3 — a home not to be increased 
Who has not treasured up in his heart of ; ared aj r 0 f a martyr, I compressed my lips, pin—the meagre insect gnawing at the oak’s Will you take a ride?” “ I am afraid of a by adding stone to stone aud field to field, 
hearts some token of by-gone days, a glance an d took up a paper pretending to read.— v itai 0 • they were mere trifles, of no impor- horse. But, if you will drive me carefully bu t which, being enough for all our wishes at 
at which will call up to recollection a train Pretty soon my eyes grew so dimmed I could ta t wbo shall tell the secret of their mo- dowu to j our vil age Bank l ^fll stop and that period, we should be resolved to be satis- 
. . ,.1 "i ii i r» cr»p without crushiofir the tears often, and 1 ^ . i have a chat with the I resident. I oor lien fJed with forever. Consider this, and also, 
of associations which he would not forge . i V ed to ask her pardon for my unkind- mentous consequences their control over an ry j M one y wag the one thing uppermost in whether we ought not to be more in the habit 
An autograph, a withered bud, or a simple but m i n ute after minute glided away, unseen fature ? *’• his mind. To it he had sacrificed every other 0 f seeking honor for our descendants than our 
gift, will at times carry us back to scenes and S00Q reac hed her place of destination, Barre, Mich., 1856. good thing. YY’hen, a few days afterward, he ancestors ; thinking it better to be nobly re- 
which though they, too, have their sorrow, and B he rose to leave. 1 rose too, and the -—~- parted from his farmer brother, he laid his membered than nobly born ; and, striving to 
fain would live over again. Just now, words were on my lips, when a gentleman Beautiful Sentiment.—T he beautiful ex- hand on his shoulder, and said, “ George, you live that our sons, and our sons’sous, for ages 
we fain would live over ^ ’ ^^f.^^her out tract below is from the pen of Hon. George S. can just support yourself comfortably on the to come) migh t still lead their children rever- 
while I am wntiDg, . she turned her eentle and tearful eyes upon Hilliard: “ I confess that increasing years interest of your money, and I have got enough entially to the doors out of which we have 
slipped upon my table, which, m a busy mo- > a gad expre^ion, and bowed so sweet- brmg with them an increasing respect for men to buy up the whole of your town, bank and been carried to the grave, saying, “ Look, this 
ment, had been carelessly thrown m my Port- ^ at m band W as almost upraised to ap- who don’t succeed in life, as those words are all—and yet, your life has been a success, was his house ; this was his chamber.”— 
folio. The tiny one which lies near me, which y j tQ tbe forgiveness, the words were just commonly used. Heaven is said to be a place a ud mine a dead failure !” Sad, but true Ruskin. 
is so delicately traced, so neatly written, calls dropping from my lips, but she was gone, it for those who have not succeeded upon earth ; words.— Osborne. - -- 
to remembrance a fairy young creature of was too late, and I, a woman, with a woman’s and it is surely true that celestial graces do -- enemies? THE ART OF BEING AGREEABLE. 
to reuiLUTOiau^ JJO Htinffim? little barb not best thrive and bloom in the hot blazes ol A Bit of Advice.—H ave you enemies /— 
some sixteen summers when I knew her one . q . &nd ihe gweet Qnd wflat _ worldly prosperity. Ill success sometimes Go straight on, and don’t mind them. If ^ ^ Qf bein(r a ble> is to ap . 
who was tenderly reared in the lap of luxury ^ ^^ that a , one couldremove itj were arises from a superabundance of qualities in they get in your way, walk round them, re- weU leaged with ^ t °h e company, and 
and carefully guarded, even from the mildest from me forever. I sank back in my themselves good-from a conscience too sen- gardless of their spite f ma “ Sher to seem well entertoined with them, 
winds of heaven. Alice knew naught of and wept bitterly. sitive, a tas’e too fastidious, a self-forgetful- enemies u[ seldom good so than to bring entertainment to them. A man 
— h, f /even his pr. J- ^ 
1 ac- brightest parts without this disposition; 
fcUr . and when a man of such a turn comes to old 
accumulation of the “Almighty Dollar” and sisters died of consumption, and she, the the stake ; there are neroes wnnourue mure., uve. a ceieoiaieu age, he is almost sure to bo treated with re- 
white his gentle wife toils on, without one tat ono loft, is going too.”.and conquerors without the triumph. ™ “Z .H spit. It is true, indeed, that wo should not 
Bmile of approbation, without an object on Oh I I turned away sick at heart, and tried vi r id r ^themselves ” *I/»t this be your feelii)”- dissemble when in company ; but a mau may 
Gm . . .. 11 , c^ntuurmnf uin to shut out from remembrance, that pallid, ap- Manliness.—L earn from the earliest days out of themselves. net tms oe your ieeiuig, agreeable, strictly consistent with 
earth to i\e , “ ' pealing face, as I resolved, and re resolved, to insure your principles against the peri l of while endeavoring to lvetovvn e 8C au a trut h and sinoerity, by a prudent silence where 
The other card, written in such a fine, man- Lever again in th i s poor life of mine to speak ridicule. You can no more exercise your those who are bitter against you ii you stop ^ aQd j easill g assent where 
lv hand, reminds me of one who, by his natu- another unkind word .—Ohio Farmer. reason if you live in constant dread ot laugh- to dispute, you do bata s uiey a , 1 be caHi Now and tbeu you meet w ; t h a per- 
ral sweetness of disposition,kindness of heart, --- ter, than you can enjoy your life if you are the way or more a us . I .. son so exactly formed to please, that he will 
and real worthiness, had won the esteem and The violet grows low, and covers itself with in the constant tei-ror of death, if you tlunc ows duty and hundreds who £ ain u P on ever y 0Me that beara . or . bt ‘ h ' )ldH f 
rrl/.ot onlv a large circle of relatives its own tears%nd of all flowers yields the it right to differ from the times, and make a ^xform ^ J®" 1 “ou wmfl!ck to bi »> 5 this disposition is not merely the gift of 
, y ~ , u npu . i • ti most delicious aud fragrant smell. Such is point ot morals, do it, however rustic,howe\- wu ‘ wlpdiwi their error nature, but frequently the effect of much 
and friends, but of all who knew him. He , inrn] ., bv er antiquated, however pedantic it may appear; you and acknowledge then tmr. knowledge of the world, and a command over 
had bright anticipations for the future; H -- do it, not for insolence, but seriously and ~ — . tho passions. 
but true, too true, “ Death loves a shiniDg The only praise that ought to be relied on, grandly, as a man who wore a soul of his own , !ff P ^ZSation in it long veZrs----- 
jU<lge3 "' i,h0Ut te "‘" breaaedinto himfbj'uie bwaaVf faahio^* 13 ^ of memory and tbt‘ir bbiduwfl. ' 0 m ,« O i» ebaaeo ; boopi.g U virtue. 
j humility. 
knowledge of the world, and a command over 
but true, too true, “ Death loves a shiniDg The only praise that ought to be relied on, grandly, as a man who wore a soul ot bis own ^ smile an exp , 
Gettinq is chanco ; koeping is virtue. 
