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MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL, LITERARY AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 
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CONDUCTED BY AZILE. 
MY OWN FIRESIDE. 
BY ATAMO WAITS. 
It is a mystic circle that surrounds 
Comforts and virtues never known beyond 
Its hallowed limit. * [Southey. 
Let others seek for empty joys, 
At ball or concert, rout or play ; 
Whilst, far from Fashion’s idle noise, 
Her gilded domes and trappings gay, 
I while the wintry eve away, 
’Twixt book and lute the hours divide ; 
And marvel how I e’er could stray 
From thee—my own fireside I 
My own fireside ! Those simple words 
Can bid the sweetest dreams ariso, 
Awaken feeling’s teuderest cords, 
And fill with tears of joy mine eyas. 
What is there my wild heart can prize, 
That doth not in thy sphere abide ? 
Haunt of my home-bred sympathies. 
My own—my own fireside ! 
A gentle form is near me cow ; 
A small White hand is clasped in mine • 
I gaze upon her placid brow, 
And ask, what joys can equal thine ? 
A babe,' whose beauties half divine, 
In sleep his mother’s eyes doth hide ; 
Where may Love seek a fittor shrine 
Than thou—my own fireside? 
My refuge ever from the Btorm 
Of this world’s passion, strife and care ; 
Though thunder-clouds the skies deform, 
Their fury cannot reach me there : 
There all is cheerful, calm and fair : ^ 
Wrath, Envy, Malice, Strife or Pride 
Hath never made its hated lair 
By thee—my ow r n fireside 1 
Shrine of my liousohold deities ! 
Bright scenes of home’s unsullied joys : 
To thee my burdened spirit flies 
When Fortune frowns, or Care annoys ! 
Thine is the bliss that never cloys ; 
The smile whose truth has oft been tried 
What, then, are this world’s tinsel toys 
To thee—my own fireside ! 
Oh, may the yearnings, fond and sweet, 
That bid my thoughts be all of thee, 
Thus ever guide my wandering feet 
To thy heart-soothing sanctuary ; 
Whate’er my future years may be, 
Let joy or grief my fate betide, 
Be still an Eden bright to me, 
My own—my own fireside 1 
New Jerusalem,whose streets are shining gold. 
How joy oils the meeting! 
But my thoughts cannot linger there, for 
this dreary world draws them back to her. 
Now a double cloud seems resting on earth’s 
sunniest spots. Time seems a shadow chasing 
the vapor of life into that “ pale realm of 
shade,” that unknown, untried future. 
Nearly every one has lost friends, but those 
BY TIIOS. E. VAN BEBBER. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
WE ARE ALL HERE. 
f r We are all, all here, 
shade, that unknown, untried future. Not a vacant chair 
Nearly every one has lost friends, but those Speaks sadly of one, 
Q i*. if f i i j ci’i. Who once sat thero. 
of you that have lost an elder bister, can sym- We miss n0 dear face from our circle t0 . llight) 
pathlZQ with me. .Alld to those of you who Or sigh that one comes not, to gladden our sight, 
still have one spared, I would say, love her, No thought of one absent 
cherish her, for has she not labored and cared with sorrowful power, 
for you? Oh! make her life bright, joyous, Flings a shadow of gloom 
J ° J ’ O’er the joy of tlio hour. 
happy. And then, when the hour of parting There’sno void at the flroside, all our lov’d ones are near ty* on short-sightedness! 
comes, for COme it must, no remorse of con- And echoes each glad heart, “ we’re all, all here.” 
ting a start, and may be the bulk of corn A FEW ORIGINAL FABLES 
might outgrow them. Well, what was the ___ 
result ? An evil that he had not expected by tiios. e. van bebber. 
came, while that which he had feared proved 
but a shadow. The wire worm destroyed THE snapping-turtle, the terrapin, and 
scarce a dozen hills in the field, while instead THK schoolmaster. 
of a drouth, pools of water abounded large A P a ™n«-™ r tle once encountered a 
, . . . , „ ,. b terrapin, and was about to loll him, when a 
enough to swim in, and some of his corn was schoolmaster, who was walking past, stepped 
for some time entirely under water. Only a in between them. The turtle snapped at the 
part of the field could be hoed during the en- man’s foot, and had his head cut off for his 
tire season, and that so poorly as to be of lit- P 0 -™ ! But the terrapin would, most proba- 
tle benefit. And, finally, the frost of Sept, bly, have escaped, had he not drawn himself 
on o ii 1 so very tightly into his shell, that it excited 
, 2° wa f a , co f detat t0 b ’ s h) S h h °P es aud the mans curiosity to see what was within, 
j shrewd calculations. A practical lesson, tru- So he took him home, and gave him to the 
science will make it bitter. Marie. 
Westhampton, Mass., Nov., 1856. 
HE HEY EE KEPI HIS WIFE WAITING. 
The wide world forgotten— 
Its joy and its pain, 
Around the old hearthstone, 
We cluster again : 
And Pleasure m&y beckon, hut unheeded its call, 
While once more the roof-tree o’ershadows us all. 
While our frail barks are drifting 
On Life’s stormy main, 
Will its waves ever anchor 
U3 all here again ? 
Oh ! the joy of the Present is dimmed by a fear, 
rewd calculations. A practical lesson, tru- So he took him home, and gave him to the 
on short-3ightedness 1 children, who placed coals of fire upon his 
WILUB Watson. back, and tortured him till he died. “ You 
-*-+'-** see, my boys, by this little incident,” said the 
THE SNOW—IT IS COMING. schoolmaster, “ that too much shrmk-in-shell- 
- ishness, or too much outside snappishness , are 
Its comring 1 Ever since the daylight, the alike dangerous to those who practice them.” 
THE SNOW—IT IS COMING. 
Mrs. Abbott, of the A alley F armer, gives while our frail barks cro drifting 
the following sensible remarks under the On Life’s stormy main, 
above heading ■ Will its waves ever auchor 
■ “ Sh « ne T ke P t her nusb . alld Waiting,” Oh! the joy of the'l’rcTent is dimmed by a fear, ComiDg ’ we feci it in the half hushed half r~rr*‘i IT- 1 ’ ou ’ B T iU T cu U P 
IS the title Of a piece we saw in an exchange That never the Future wiU find us all here. noisv nir nrmmrl nq Til flaht for tbe last time ’ and saw ’ 0,1 a bough over¬ 
paper. AVe wish we could say the same of t T , r r ? -/ k + T a ? head > a butterily which had just burst her co- 
all husbands—tliey never tej their wives X. *5£f SS'uSteal Aa p C0 °"' b ?t « <* 
waiting ; but there are many-too many— Each wanderer’s footstep, erane of the l termWitl, S x Wing3 ’ h ?® the ant ’ was m01Eentl y expecting 
wives who burn the midnight oil, waiting the wiii lovingly guide : ff* x\~f ?J?A-n g , ? ne to mount to a higher life. And her wings, 
tardy return of their husbands. Is it not And when widely parted the household bands, v WP invn't 1 ‘ ls ’ and the thickening every instant, grew larger, brighter, and more 
enough for a half sick and weary mother, to May not doubt that our treasures, are safe in Hu hands. T’ i tun an y iav our garments beautiful. “ You say you have reached home?” 
watch the greater part of the niuht with a »»«-., n. t.. m m.j.c. S?SinSK US ’ ““ ^ traC1Dgly t0 the said tbe butterfly, “ and, thank kind heaven, 
sick end restless infant, but she must in too -- roSi + , n , so have Iand even as she spoke ehe mount- 
many cases, wait and watch* many anxious „ wntt« n for Moor*-.BnraiHew-Yontar. . „ r .'S nc . merr “7* ™ 38are ® wee P" ed skyward ; but her home was not on the 
hours for him who ought to^re her sorrows THE VALUE OF SYMPATHY. white iL tr^M^rob^ coId ; dark eartb - but in the boundless air, bo¬ 
und lighten her cares. 7/Hs'enjoying himself - f ? r a of whl f neatb the bright eye, and on the balmy 
away among some congenial friends; while Individuality is truly a noble quality of ready formine where the wiuds are "edd^inl" br 1 eath . of beaven - And 8h ould not all good 
she is at home, mourning over his coldness Every man, to be a men, most Le q>nst.ans keep constantly in view two homes, 
and neglect, and perhaps weeping over a frail x , . .. , , .... ’ , V ;°,T S . |ue winas of which the two lust described may serve as 
and drooping child. We wish hone but toe charactenstic elements withm himself and are abroad, and vet there is an impressive fitting types? 7 
drunken and dissolule husbands'l.spt their °°t be indebted to external circumstances for B helt e r and teeTnfubW ™* the opossum. 
wives waiting; but it is often- the, case the 'that which proves his manhood. . . * ^shelter, and kre is not a bird- (i 
gloom of the sky has been thickening. The 
ground is hardly frozen, and the wind, now 
Nundn, N. Y., 1855. 
Written for Moored Rnral Now-Torfcer. 
THE VALUE OF SYMPATHY. 
Individuality 
THE RATTLESNAKE AND THE OPOSSUM. 
“ Fool,” said a cunning old opossum, start- 
r ", T. / u 13 T cu T ^ — —xxwu. uole in the field _ A and woof 0 f rest « U’OOI,” said a cunning old opossum, start- 
dinnw & And yet ’ ^ 1b equalIyr ccrtain that n0 P er ‘ white, is steadily weaving into a shroud, for in S U P- after th e rattlesnake had crawled over 
wlwJvllii Jw I h ° u eS can exist wholly within himself. He the autumn, passing away. him and left him uninjured, “ you thought I 
ber husband-she tars somethin** ha- wf must, more or less, look to the world for Coming! the retreating column of the an- was dead, did you “Aou soon shall be,” 
words of approval and encouragement or of warned us of thi S . But we have clung, 
her wait s® ; and in this anxious state she disparagement and censure. But there is this ?he' swoop k’ qldck for hil k and saved his Fife by climbing 
been S wrauad a 4 towDh^ f-End^F djfference - m meu of wq ak minds, or of great more swiftly away, grows more noiseleJs. The up a tree ; whereupon the snake was so en- 
ion fhmio-btlPCQ in distrust of their qwn judgment, these opin- summers grow more sacred as they grow le;s. [aged, that he did ft3 rattlesnakes are often 
woid end she -ner.ds the whnle nfWnnmf ions of the world ser ve as the landmarks of Life’s sunshine more bright and holy, as the known to do —he turned his poisonous faDg 
„ , - „ off • r U raut Y oy snoving tne worm's apprecia- back into the hazy past. These flakes—come aQ avtlhce which has injured no one, I have 
r her^sadaR^d^FeSed^condFHo^^^AfW^w, 10 ^ Oon of a course which his judgment has be- they from a sky so deeply blue ? Twin sisters savcd n k v life 5 whilst, from bafiled rage at 
AN ELDuIt SISI LR. j the greater nart fU thp lav in tv k P ecu ' fere dictated and his heart approved. If the tb ey, of the sunbeams, which danced and not having taken the life of another, you have 
Those of you whoareblessed with the love *w s of the.ovM ^ .ItbHe.W ^ ^ 
and kindness of an elder Sister, may rest sokhe^AVould irb^^wonde^ if t 1 - a c a - e ' lu > ^ review iscouisean to o„;, bloomed but yesterday where they are falling? the old man, the children, and the bur- 
assured that yours is no unhappy lot 1 moimL le should ris^f abS to rle at al f fulurc 0D Y to hls God acd hl3 kea rt And will the flakes vanish in turn, and the basket. 
wmvLlt.W ™, .nnrbblof Loioko, . S S I 1 !!.®: al ^ approval. fields bloom again ? One pleasant day in autumn two children 
assured that yours is no unhappy lot. I mornieg, she should rise—if able to rise at all 
would that you might appreciate her labor —with an aching head, pale and careworn 
and care for you, ere it be too late. It is but countenance, instead of a fresh and smiliDg 
a little while since a dearly loved Sister ling- foceaad elastic spirits? Would it be sur- 
ered around my path, to sympathize in each lf she would be rather slow in prepar- 
, r f „ V iug breakfast, or that her husband had to 
sorrow-to relieve from every care-to coun- wait, if that care-worn mother had to do her 
sel and advise in each season of prosperity, own work, as too many mothers have to ? 
and with her gentle influence, drive back the Need husbands, who keep their wives wait- 
dark clouds, so that my life might be all sun- *?=>> wonder that they fade so soon and look 
shine, all happiness. sickly ? A real true wife and mother is nec- 
In olden time the Knight when engaging in 
fields bloom again ? 
Coming! from whence? 
Have the frost- 
BASKET. 
One pleasant day in autumn two children 
wandered over the fields in search of wild 
combat with his opponent, was cheered by the winged missives a message from the changing flowers. “ But where shall we find a basket 
— J ^ ClOlldS? iJnmft flip/e frnm Rnxrrmrl molm t.O rmfc t.npm in ?” cn.id liffln mvl 
-,--v „ j _-v „ n , , „ , , ,* _ i uuuus i Come they from beyond the realm, to put them in?” said the little girl to her 
my path, to sympathize in each Y’ here T^erday we watched the cloud-islands brother. “ I’ll make you one,” said the rosy 
flieve from every care—to coun- wait, if that care-worn mother L;,d to do her ® 0 even n . ow ; 1 ^ world is a battle fie’d.— floating through an ocean of crimson and boy, clapping his bands for. joy. And forth- 
dark clouds, so that my life might be all sun- wonder that they fade so soon and look contest. sFiien one of these stands alone, or 
shine, all happiness. sickly ? A real true wife and mother is nec- thinks he does, what a relief it is to find a 
While we were yet voun** there camp Unr-F C0Ilfili ed at home the greater part of word or a smile of encouragement from what 
vv hub we were yei youug, mere came oark her time, and seldom sees any comnanv but i, i i u . .. 
hours to us both, for one of the loved family that of her children and husband, an/it is t h f d th ^appreciating world.— 
circle was laid prostrate by disease. It was tkc duty of the husband and ought to be his bay ' ye wa0 iiav3 St00d a ^ one behalf of 
then, as that Sister, hour after hour sat by choice ’ if he loves his wife, to give her as trulb ’ what would have been the value of a 
the bedside of the sufferer, anticipating everv ? UCh -° f hi ! ti “? as he caa P ossiW y take word of sympathy to you in the dark hours? 
want—patiently and tenderly bathinj tbe in°Sl Zfatereete”' ^ShftUnkf moTof , N . 0 ‘ tLa ? the ’ CTerBC ™ ld J™. (f<» 
Great principles instead of persons are the blue, their shores glowing as if washed by a with he commenced to pick the burs from a 
causes for which modern kniuhts enter the s P ra 7 °f molten gold ? Yes, coming with a plant which grew in a fence-corner. When 
_ _ . ° --- --!, ' J 1. » 11 i. j ... 1 1 1. „ _ 1__1 V. _ . 1 • 
>ra or a smi.c cr encouragement Ironi what —Cayuga Chief. shaped baskets that ever was seen. When it 
had thought an unappreciating world.—--- was finished hi3 little sister gave him a kiss, 
*y 1 ye who have stood alone in behalf of ALWAYS 1)0 BIGHT and . arran » ed tbe flowers in the bur-basket, 
ith, what would have been the value of a - ' placing together the prettiest and the sweet- 
,rd or sympathy to you in the dork hours? ‘^bf“‘uESd*to! 
N ot that the reverse would move you, (for J= d conscientiously, by motives of temporary a!d aiaa wbb 8a °wy locks, who leaned upon 
mt. vnn hnw rinnft rmi novo , K.. J ms sfnfl qyyi i I oil ( < W'^ll Anna anraa^A.'l 
throbbing temples — placing the cooling his company than any one else in the wide y° u k&ve aone you havei done as a duty policy or fear, is to behave not only like a and smiled. “ W ell done, sweet chil- 
draught to the parched lips, to assuage the world does, and when the hour for dinner ar- to humanity,) but it is gratifying to know coward, but like a traitor to the principles of [ ren ’ sai<1 tb0 0l( l man ; “ these burs which 
burning fever—and who seemed all unwearied riy es, she watches with a cheerful expectation that your labors have been appreciated.— justice. A man should think less what may Bave so - s ^' n g Lands in the pictang, fore¬ 
in her devotion and labor of love. It was ° f s P eDdia & a Ht . tk5 time in 1 kiud “ d familiar And oh ! to every champion of truth, it » a be said of his conduct at the time than of g0ad d33ds ^Icklylnd umfieaLt b^ 
., +v,ot t foil +Lo owoofo aP l,. • s conversation, with one whose company she nleaaure to feel that his battle* in behalf r,f lb e verdict that may be pronounced a few b mgiy, orien seem priCKiy ana unpleasant, but 
then, that I felt the sweats of having someoce prizes more than all the world beside, and in !hfII beh3 ‘ f ° f years in advance. It is by neglecting this, by whtch may be so-fitted andTash.oned together, 
to lean upon in the hour of sorrow. And as her lonely and retired life these dinner and \ ,• , ' . ** ied a s 7 m P a ’ sacrificing principle to expediency, that char- as form ye^els of beautiful shape and rare 
Arvo+L ^ i_ , ____ .c _• • - , thetic channel in tne world’s hmrt. i___ l. r -x, workmansniD. “ And which will ho d flnw- 
the death damps gathered on his brow, and tea times are eras of joy, giving a cheerful 
the last flickering taper of life seemed ready cbac o e to tbe sameness of her never-endiDg 
to expire, who but her could soothe the duties ' 
drooping spirits of us, who were so soon to be Husband, if you love your wife, do not keep 
written fatherless. ber Y a ^- ng ’ b 7 0U a . ffieud on your 
way to dinner, do not let him keep you, for 
Oh! those were dark hours, but darker your bosom friend is waiting and watching 
have since followed. For ere the first wound tor y ou - When the business of the day is 
was healed, that same dread messenger came over ’ dou ot talk politics or take a stroll with 
to nip the sweetest flower that bloomed f < ?° rr ?P an ^ 0 . n ’ tea .j? ready and a tired and 
™nL,.r family hearth. Ye. ... CSS ha ‘ tack '°. r I our «>“P“y 
thetic channel in the world’s heart. acter is lost; and character once lost is with ^manship.” “ And which will hold flow- 
Henrietta, N. y., 1865. w. J. F. difiicultv regained. Besides, the first decline ers ’ t0 °? llk ? tb( f e ? . Mk 5 d P tbe . boy, scarce 
from right leads to others. It is like the start oomprehending the import of his own quea- 
Writton for the Rural New-Yorker. in sliding down a hill. tl0n - A y> bowers ot surpassing beauty,” 
MAN PROPOSES BUT GOB DISPOSES” But there is a worse feature than even this, ! . tbat ’■ t°°, at a season 
- vLorvom. in succnmbir)g to baseness, moRnne^s or wrong, of life when flowers begin to be scarce-m the 
an every-day sermon. Habit soon drills the moral perceptions, so a ' jtllin i n existence, when biirs and thistles 
— that, in time, men come to perpetrate, with- ff[ ow b y[the wayside, and the trees are shed- 
out . remold pang acta 1 at P .M=h origi- dmS 
nally they would have been astounded. “ Is THE HUNTER ANI> HIS visitor. 
Last fall, when the drouth was at its height, thy servant a dog that he should do this One night a Southern hunter took his visi- 
grow by the wayside, and the trees are shed¬ 
ding their leaves over our heads.” 
THE HUNTER AND HIS VISITOR. 
One night a Southern hunter took his visi- 
around our family hearth. Yes, he fearlessly and sympathizing words. If she enjoys your and iu tbe more P arcbe d sections cattle were thing ?” is the indignant exclamation of many tor into the woods to show him the sport of 
laid his cold finger on her brow and said come, society so much, ought it not to be recioro- sold at a sacrifice, some of the more favored a P er80n > who, eventually, commits the very killing deer by fire-light. Arrived at the 
mine no me oi ime nappy, and obeyed his you not to jDrize her company more than all coui(1 probably winter, naturally expecting an the smallest affairs, left behind a name that eyes of a deer. “ I need be in no hurry to 
call. And as we gazed on her fair form, besides ?—more than societies, clubs or the advance in the price the next spring. But will never cease to be reverenced. shoot,” said the hunter; “ he is completely 
when the golden bowl was breaking, our most intelligent and brilliant companions? after an unusually severe winter, the accus- ! r ° 8a ? IEer , el y tbat “ honesty is the best spell-bound by the torch-light.” So he took 
hearts seemed well nigh bursting. Then there Tbere are many men, who are respectable tomed sorimr time drew near and vet winter P ollc y’ and tbus appeal to the selfish part of deliberate aim, fired, and brought the deer to 
came a “still small voice” savine thv FatW and industrious, and think they love their J b ime arew near > aa a yet winter our nature, is a poor way to educate a man the earth. J he visitor looked on, musingly, 
La^allPfl her and He “doellfnlHL- 7 wives aR d are doing their duty, but allow tl S btened ratber tban loosen ed his grasp; to do right conscientiously. Better the no- and exclaimed, “ Nor is this the only instance, 
has called her,a d e doeth all things well. ^ at> or t jj e other society^ or club to week after week of iQ llexible cold passed bier and higher ground that right should be by a great many, in which Destruction charms 
And through our tears we looked up, trusting take the time they ought to give their wives b y> and tbeir own allowance of provender done f °r right’s sake.— Phila. Ledger. her victim by a fascinating blaze, in order 
on Him to help who saith, “ My grace is --- “ could be spun out no longer,—then, as they - — —- the more securely to take her deadly aim.” 
sufficient for thee.” Eloquent Fxtrapt_Wp rrmv +1 .p went abroad for fodder at the extravagant Lord Brougham.— It is said this distin- As , he s P° ke ’ b ® es P ied a curious kind of 
And now I would not murmur, for me- ^ exttet from, a now work entitled “The prices then ruling, to tep tkeir cattle from •“ Md ’ wbiel, 'he°aL'tcZV inTe 
thinks Angels, while they rejoice at her pres- ^ d , Jio , e by , tb ® Jilv + f G .° P reacb 10 perishing, they too saw that it is not for man Hero reader turn your weenimr e V . ’ depths of the forest, 
ence among them, drop silent tears in sym pa- thC t0 “ uadcrstand bis Own way,” or to look far My tat* a useful moral teaches ; ‘ ’ the thief and the jewels. 
% for us who remain in this cold hearted Z*2S£ ^future; ^ , A «"* of false keys, once oh- 
woria - _ _ lifeless, icy souls, ye who believe that, because In view ol another season of severe drouth,_____ tamed access to the apartment where were 
We laid her frail tenement of clay to its that there is no marrying yonder, there shall be which some of our weather wiseacres prophe- A blain and unschooled man who had rp P reser ycd the royal treasures. After loading 
_/■ xxv, o __ 1 -11 • n . x,. --_ xi ... . * F i ixAxw utibixUUUltU UliUl, WHO DOu T6- himsplf with a nnnihpr of one)hr oraitnionfu 
-— .... —-- the more securely to take her deadly aim.” 
Lord Brougham. —It is said this distin- As be 8 P oke > be espied a curious kind of 
uished individual lately, in a playful mood, pocket pistol peeping out of the hunter’s coat, 
wrote the following epitaph on himself: which he snatched away, and tossed in the 
Hero, reader, turn your weeping eyes, depths of the Iciest. 
My fate a useful moral teaches ; THE THIEF AND THE JEWELS. 
Tire hole iu which my body lies A thief, by means of false keys, once ob- 
Would not coutam one-half my speec hes. taiu3d 
access to the apartment where were 
. , r:r , preserved the royal treasures. After loading 
.A [ LA . IN aild unschooled man, who hod re- himself with a number of costly ornaments, 
ltTPrl Ilia oHuno irvr» mnrnmrn w , .... , 7 
si f' th T t r:d ^ s? h riiKra 
, j , x, _. hnger, t [ ie8e sanctified formR in our nwrAnte f ,rmU' selves ol surplus stock, and as the weather foe3t,andvho wielotd [he axe more thanthe contain the most preeious jewels in the whole 
i, while speaking of children, remarked collection. This casket was connected, by 
but where the saddened and 
sormJT 6 these sanctified forms in our own holy arms I T T * 6 ^ wcainer 
sorrowful may re- i tell you> maD; that immortality Vould be a hus been > wben bas P aslure been more ab un- 
thlDCTS. AYnxir ___ a. zr .ll i " ■»• n n +l.n« +T»ro _l^.. i _• 
tiro to muse ou tavenly thing. ^ Zu this ye «rT Quo taueT . 0 ^ ^ - “The .taStoSd toWlT^i 
the solitude of night, when all nature is at first affections. I tell you that annihilation for drouth, having a fine Hat field, which had 1 nearest the Heart. the sleeping room of the guardian of Jhe 
rest, I love to think of her, as a white-winged would be heaven, if I could believe that when been lightly cropped because too wet in erdi- w ^ I IT" ,, trea9ur y- ' rh f bells were rung, the guardian 
seraph, playing on heavenly harps, all tuned my head at length rests on its coffin pillow, n arv seasons and bein- rich waa likewk* v E . d « not ’ inder8taRdan y b ! n ff thoroughly was aroused, the thief was taken Slanderer 
to breathe celastial music. Hove tn fi,; n L Z and m y lips sink te the silence and repose of 7 8Cttb0ua ’ and . A “ ch .' vaa llkewis ® but what we have deciphered in our hearls ; beware ! In attempting to rob Innocence of 
. p x ,• think of dea th, these loving eyes will never look into worm y> concluded to risk the wire worm and nor do we feel a deep interest in anything her chief treasure, viz.—her reputation, un- 
the happiness o la meeting, where her frail m [ ne a g a j n) this pure clasp never be around pl an< ' w i tb corn ? aa it would thrive so finely wb i cb bas n °t some relation to ourselves, to known to thyself thou art ringing invisible 
bark is safe y moore r , in tee haven of eter- my neck, this'holy caress never bless me more ” when other fields were drying up. It was a our existence, to our tastes, or to our liappi- I bells, which shall rouse up armed defenders 
nal rest, as those, her dear friends, that have -- - ’ shrewd idea certainly! He did so. nlowim* ^ I to tbe ^ene.-Home Journal. 
v.-xxx>xx^xxxl lxXXV IXQaaiTXrt* + 1.x,x... XT- . 1 X _ * ’IB - m « ■ l-» ^ -- I ____ _ 
nal rest, as those, hei dear friends, that have --- --— shrewd idea certainly! He did so, plowing 
preceded her m pasoin b through the dark Be above the world, and act frern your deeply and as late as he could, that the worms 
valley, press forward to welcome her to the own sense of right and wrong. might feed on the sod while the corn was get- 
Prodigals are born cf misers, as butter¬ 
flies are born of grubs. 
To be angry with a wcak.1 man is a proof 
^hat you are not very strong yourself. 
TI1E ANT AND THE BUTTERFLY. 
“ Thank heaven, I have reached home at 
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nFd ten? v ?v tIU L lgUSt8> lt3 breatbco d last,” said a female ant, alighting to the earth; 
nLniV T T r °?i dellC ? acd 88 6bs 9 P° ke 8b0 P^fed off her wings, and 
parti es ol snow enne sifting from the north- prepared quietly to retire to her cell under¬ 
ground. But, before doing so, she looked up 
thousand memories in their silent train. And he had collected a large number he sathimeelf 
as pure, too, some of them, as the flakes are down, and sticking them together, one by one, 
pure. So the snow came down in childhood, he fashioned one of the most beautifully- 
—Cayuga Chief. shaped baskets that ever was seen. When it 
