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iVN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 
When the autumn winds were sweeping 
Through the leafless bowers, 
Like pale mourners sadly weeping 
O’er the laded flowers, 
She who was our. blest evangel, 
Through long, weary years, 
Passed to heaven, an earth-born angel, 
Leaving us in tears! 
Soft and silken were the tresses 
Of her golden hair. 
And a light, like that which blesses 
Holy men in prayer, 
Shone serenely, shone all brightly 
In her azure eyes, 
Like Aurora, flooding nightly 
All the northern skies. 
When the sun was slowly sinking 
Down the rosy west, 
She was thinking, sweetly thinking 
Of the promised rest. 
“ Ere the purple skies of even 
Put their sable on, 
Shall the awful light of heaven 
On my vision dawn.” 
On her brow the shadows darkened, 
And her eyes grew dim, 
But she smiled, as one who hearkened 
To a charmed hymn. 
Then with pale hands folded meekly 
On her sinless breast, 
Passed the lovely one, and weakly, 
To her dreamless rest 1 
land, 0., 1S.34. 
It was not mere good nature,.but the adop¬ 
tion of the peace principles, which made Win. 
Ladd thus gentle-hearted. A story which he 
ofien told with peculiar relish, will illustrate 
this moulding of his character. 
I had, said ho, a fine field of grain growing 
upon an out farm at some distance from the 
homestead. Whenever I rode by, l saw ne gh- 
bor Pulsifer’s sheep in the lot, destroying my 
hopes of harvest. These sheep were of the 
gaunt, long-eared kind, active as spaniels; they 
could spring over the highest fence, and no par¬ 
tition wall could keep them out. 1 complained 
to neighbor Pulsifer about them, sent him fre¬ 
quent messages, but all without avail. Per¬ 
haps they would be kept out for a day or two, 
but the leg’s of the sheep were long, and my 
grain rather more tempting than the adjoining 
pasture. I rode by again, the sheep were still 
there—I became angry, and told my men to 
set the dogs on them, and if that would not do, 
I would pay them if they would shoot the sheep. 
I rode away much agitated; fori was not so 
much of a peace man then as I am no.v, and I 
felt literally full of fight. All tit once a light 
flashed upon me. I asked myself, would it not 
be well for you to try in your own conduct, the 
peace principle you are preaching to others?— 
I thought it. all over, and settled in my mind 
as to the best course to be pursued. 
The next morning I rode over to see neigh¬ 
bor Pulsifer. I found him chopping wood at 
his door. 
“Good morning, neighbor.” 
No answer. 
“Good morning,” I repeated. 
lie gave a kind of a grunt, like a hog, with¬ 
out looking up. 
“ I came,” continued I, “ to see you about 
the sheep.” 
At this lie threw down the axe, and exclaim¬ 
ed in a most angry manner— 
“Now, aren’t you a pretty neighbor, to tell 
your men to kill my sheep? I heard of it—a 
rich man like you to shoot a poor man's sheep !” 
“I was wrong, neighbor,” said I; “ but it will 
not do to let your sheep eat up all my grain; 
so I came to say that I would take your sheep 
to my pasture, and put them in with mine, and 
in the fall you may take them back; and if any 
one is missing, you may take your pick out of 
my whole flock.” 
Pulsifer looked confounded—he did not 
know how to take me. At last he stammered 
out: 
“Now, Squire, are you in earnest?” 
“Certainly, l am,” 1 answered; “it is better 
for me to feed your sheep in my pasture on 
grass, than to feed them here on grain; and I 
see the fence can’t keep them out.” 
After a moment's silence, Pulsifer exclaimed: 
“The sheep shan’t trouble you again; I will 
fetter them all; but I’ll let you know that when 
any man talks of shooting, I can shoot, too; 
and when they are kind and neighborly, I can 
be kind, too.” 
The sheep never again trespassed on my lot. 
And, my friends, he would continue, address¬ 
ing the audience, remember when you talk of 
injuring your neighbors, they talk of injuring 
you; and when nations threaten to fight, other 
nations will be ready, too. Love will beget 
love—a wish to be at peace. You can only 
overcome evil with good. There is no other 
way.— I)cm. Review. 
THE NEW AMERICAN STEAM-SHIP “GOLDEN AGE 
the hand-maiden of commerce, not of war.— 
Hhe is a messenger of peace and good will, not 
of strife and blood,—and her errands are er¬ 
rands of mercy, and not those of vengeance or 
of retribution. 
An abstract idea of a modern steam-ship, or 
even a view of her graceful form gliding over 
the smooth and placid waters of New York 
Bay, gives a very faint impression of her size 
and power. She must be seen in a storm, bat¬ 
tling bravely with the-wind aud waves, walking 
unresistingly over the billows, which bow their 
foaming crests beneath her wheels, as the wa¬ 
ving harvest bows before the pa-sing breeze. 
Or, we must enter into some mathematical cal¬ 
culations of her dimensions, her inertia when 
at rest, and her momentum when in motion.— 
We must be told that the resistance to a mo¬ 
ving body increases as the square of its ve¬ 
locity, and that a speed of twelve miles an 
hour, requires sixteen times the propelling 
power of three miles an hour. e must be 
taught that a vast bulk, 350 feet long, 70 feet 
wide, and drawing a depth of water of over 20 
feet, and capable of sustaining, besides its own 
i weight, a burthen of twenty-five hundred tons, 
OCEAN STEAM NAVIGATION. - NO. 11. 
Three weeks ago we gave the readers of the 
Rural an engraved illustration of the Ameri¬ 
can steam-ship “Savannah,” the pioneer vessel 
in Ocean Steam Navigation. She was a mini¬ 
ature craft compared with the.monster steam¬ 
ships of this latter half of the nineteenth centu¬ 
ry, but she was, in her day, a triumph of Amer. 
-kill and enterprise, and establishes our 
asm, taking many lorms—as uuu oi me [Min¬ 
ot, a tribe numerous as musquitoes, who, like 
them,dc-in and hungry, suck all the blood they 
can, but make none—who live on suction. In 
a man, as its a .ship, the material must exist 
originally a man naturally mean may be im¬ 
proved, ior * ill be a noble man. Repu¬ 
tation may be i* .do for a man; character 
must be made by him, with labor and time, and 
it cannot be taken away. The antagonism be¬ 
tween the two is not so great as the dispropor¬ 
tion. Thus, a man, if wise, will be content to 
be considered wiser; he likes a shadow three 
times his size; like banks that issue three paper 
dollars for every one in specie they have; it 
worth a quarter lie likes to be called worth 
half a million, until the assessor brings him to 
his senses. lie will disclaim u popularity,” but 
claim the same thing under the name ot “in¬ 
fluence;” but it is what God made a man, and 
lie makes of himself, that determines his influ¬ 
ence; the weights never ask a favor of the 
scales; a thousand pounds will weigh down five 
hundred by their natural force. Ho he speaks 
of “prudence.” Prudence is coincident with 
ican si 
claim to the glory of first demonstrating a 
problem of measureless interest to the human 
race. . 4 
We give, in the present number, an engrav¬ 
ing of one of our modern-built steamships—the. 
“ Golden Age,” now upon her first voyage to 
Australia, the oriental land of gold. Altho’ 
the cut is of precisely the same dimensions as 
the Savannah, our readers must bear in mind 
that the scale of measurement is very much re¬ 
duced; the previous illustration representing 
a vessel of 380 tons burthen, while this rep¬ 
resents a ship six times as large, and bearing a 
burden of more than two thousand tons. 
She is a fair representative of the best model¬ 
ed American steam-ships, although slightly 
differing from the Collins’ and some other of 
our sea-going steamers. Like them she is des¬ 
titute of a bowsprit, which makes her bows 
look naked and unfinished to the prejudiced 
eye of on old salt. This useless appendage is 
still retained on the English steamers, for no 
earthly reason except hostility to innovation. 
In addition to it.s uselessness, the bowsprit 
weighs down the bows, causing the vessel to 
plunge headlong into the waves, like a clumsy 
whale. The bows of the “Golden Age” are 
very long and sharp, cutting the water like a 
knife, aud causing it to llow along her liue 3 
with scarcely a ripple, until it comes beneath 
the resistless stroke of her wave-compelling 
wheels. These propellers arc placed very far 
back upon the hull, and, unlike tnc Collins’ and 
the Cuuard steamers, they arc driven by the 
common above-deck, working-beam connection. 
This manner of connecting the wheels to the 
engine, although the most simple and common 
in river boats, was for a lung time repudiated 
in ocean steamers, on the mistaken supposition 
that it would too heavily burthen the upper 
decks, and render the vessel unsafe in a bois¬ 
terous sea. It was at one time a great prob¬ 
lem, how a locomotive could be made having 
sufficient bite upon the rails to draw a train; 
and cogs, saw-teeth and spikes were among the 
means proposed to get over the imagined dif¬ 
ficulty, no one having the audacity to dream 
that the friction of a common weighted wheel 
would draw a train of cars halt a mile in length. 
The experiment was finally tried, however, and 
the wiseacres were confounded. So in the 
steam-ship, the whole apparatus, necessarily 
complicated for that purpose, was placed as 
low down as possible in the hull, for the pur¬ 
pose of properly ballasting the ship, and the 
simple working beam was consequently left 
untried. Now, however, it is found most ef¬ 
fective in the merchant steam marine, aud is 
generally adopted where it is not necessary to 
protect the machinery from the effect of an 
enemy’s guns. A steam-ship like the “ Golden 
A< r e” is built to run, and not to fght! she is 
and cheese. The intellectual class know 
nothing of a sentiment till they get. an “ idea ’’ 
of it. Those wire are controlled by the moral 
faculties, feel in moral deformity a violation 
of their own minds as much as of God’s law.— 
Their contests of life are not so much from a 
hatred of evil as from a love of good. By 
elective affinity those classes run into schools 
and sects; smd ’tis as vain to try to unite them 
as to bid the eye to taste, or to the tongue to 
see. The truth is, not that men group them¬ 
selves, but that, when grouped, they will not 
behave themselves. 
Under the third head the lecturer consider¬ 
ed the difference between the man at home, 
where benevolence rules him, and in his store, 
where he is controlled by selfishness. The 
manufacturer, merchant and lawyer were warn¬ 
ed that principle is the same in all places; and 
the manufacturer’s frauds are the result of the 
buyer’s dishonest passion for having more ex¬ 
pensive things than he can afford—a low price 
can command only an inferior article. Com¬ 
merce is a benevolent scheme, by which both 
buyer and seller should be profited. If the 
request in the Lord’s Prayer were granted, it 
would bring fire from heaven on half the oc¬ 
cupations in the world. If “ His trill were 
done on earth ,” how many bales of cotton 
would fly to slaves, and how much cutlery to 
starving operatives in Birmingham! If dol¬ 
lars had voices, what fearful words they would 
utter in ihe ears of their owners! The lawyer 
takes a fee to equivocate—that is, lie—place 
him on the bench and he refuses it as a bribe 
—though the work and the principle are just 
the same. But there is a parlor door and a 
kitchen door; certain things ought to be in the 
house, only they won’t come in through the 
right door. Thus, it is wrong to bring lies to 
the door for truth. Take them to the other 
and all is right! The true Christian is he to 
whom what is right in the sanctuary is right 
everywhere else. 
The lecturer concluded by cautioning youth 
against supposing, from anything said, that 
character is useless. The dissecting room is 
not the place to seethe beauty of the frame.— 
A character formed according to the scheme 
of love and benevolence, and God’s Word will, 
more than any other, give peace of mind, and 
even material prosperity. But character takes 
time to form it. Who sows to-night to reap 
to-morrow, must sow mushrooms. The oak is 
a growth of ages. The lecturer was frequently 
applauded. 
causes weakness. It leads men different ways; 
some shun anything new; others fling bombs 
into the midst of stale proprieties, and, like 
comets, slap the sun in the face with their tails. 
These ultras are like the engine and the anchor 
—both are useful; but much as I respect an¬ 
chors, I would prefer .to be an engine. The 
faculty is shown in fashion, whose first ques¬ 
tion is, “What will people say?” and whose 
last, “What did people say?” Sometimes, I 
believe, there is a vain minister; (though I be¬ 
lieve there is no honester class in the main;) 
it is hard to bear constant applause, and love, 
too; the toughest plank will crack under per¬ 
petual sunshine; but the minister’s vanity is 
principally shown, in fearing to lose the esteem 
he has gained. Characters founded on this 
faculty can never be great; he that does not 
write or speak from enthusiasm for his subject 
produces nothing that will permanently control 
the mind. Love of applause is the fertile 
source of mediocrity; excellence springs from 
sympathy with God, man and truth. 
'i’lie lecturer next considered the love of 
money as the controlling faculty. The miser, 
fearing poverty amid wealth, he esteemed as 
much a monomaniac as the ragged beggar who 
thinks herself a queen. Misers are but the 
wrecks of a larger class. The lover of money 
may have other and good tastes; but economy 
Clerical Tact. —A clergyman in this city 
recently announced that during the winter he 
should deliver a series of short sermons in the 
afternoon of each Sunday. The attendance 
has been largely increased thereby, and much 
interest is manifested in the religious services. 
The sermons have been practical expositions 
upon obscure passages of Scripture, uud have 
never exceeded sixteen minutes in the de¬ 
livery; and the whole exercises average from 
thirty to thirty-five minutes in length. A cler¬ 
gyman in Albany recently told his congrega¬ 
tion that he should reserve the best efforts of 
his mind for rainy Sundays; and the worse the 
weather, the better should be the sermon, lie 
kept his word, and the result was, his church 
was never so well filled as in wet weather.— 
Boston Transcript. 
BY THE REV. 11EXKY WARD BEECHER. 
The Rev. II W. Beecher usually lectures 
to some purpose. Witness the following report 
of a recent lecture by him, on Character: 
I will draw a distinction between character 
and reputation, which are not synonymous. A 
man’s character is the reality of himself; his 
reputation, the opinion others have formed 
about him; character resides in him, reputa¬ 
tion in other people; that is the substance, this 
the shadow; they are sometimes alike, some¬ 
times greater or less. If a man be able to 
Retentive Memory. —The historian Fuller, 
in 1607, had a most retentive memory;—he 
could repeat 500 strange, unconnected words 
after twice hearing them; and a sermon verba¬ 
tim, after reading it once. He undertook, af¬ 
ter passing from Temple Bar to the farthest 
part of Cheapside and back again, to mention 
all the signs over the shops on both side 3 of 
the streets, repeated them backwards, perform¬ 
ing the task with great exactness. 
Men of the noblest dispositions think them¬ 
selves happiest when others share their happi¬ 
ness with them. 
