TIIE SLAVE’S DREAM. 
BY II. W. LONGFELLOW. 
Beside the ungatliered rice he lay, 
His sickle in his hand; 
His breast was bare, his matted hair 
Was buried in the sand ; 
Again, in the mist and shadow of sleep. 
He saw his native land. 
Wide through the landscape of his dreams, 
The lordly Niger flowed; 
Beneath the palm trees on the plain, 
Once more a king he strode; 
And heard the tinkling caravans 
Descend the mountain road. 
He saw once more his dark-eyed queen 
Among her children stand; 
They clasped his neck, they kissed his cheeks, 
They held him by the hand— 
A tear burst from the sleeper’s lids, 
And fell upon the sand. 
And then at a furious speed he rode 
Along the Niger’s bank; 
His bridle-reins were golden chains, 
And, with a martial clank, 
At caeli leap he could feel his scabbard of steel 
Smiting his stallion s flank. 
Before him, like a blood-red flag, 
The bright flamingoes flew; 
From morn till night he followed their flight. 
O’er plains where the tamarind grew, 
Till he saw the roof of the CalTrc huts, 
And the ocean rose to view. 
At night he heard the lion roar, 
And the hyena scream; 
And the river horse, as he crushed the reeds, 
Beside some hidden stream; 
And it passed, like a glorious roll of drums, 
Through the triumph of his dream. 
The forests with their myriad tongues, 
Shouted of liberty; 
And the blast of the desert cried aloud. 
With a voice so wild and free, 
Till he started in his sleep and smiled 
Al their tempestuous glee. 
He did not feel the driver’s whip, 
Nor the burning heat of day; 
Death had illumined the Land of Sleep, 
And his lifeless body lay, 
A worn-out fetter, that the soul 
Had broken and thrown away. 
.. 
ter he had spent a shilling for cigars, which 
were shared with his friend. „ 
“ Come, let us have a glass of lemonade,' he 
said, shortly after they were on board the 
boat; and the two men went to the bar aim 
each drank a glass of cool lemonade, for winch 
Rivers settled. Shortly after the fare was 
called for. It was only twenty-five cents. 
“Cheap enough,” said Rivers. 
“ Yes, cheap as dirt. No wonder the boat 
is crowded.” ,, 
Twelve and a half cents more were spent by 
Rivers for an ice cream, before he returned 
from the excursion. He could afford all this 
very well. 
On arriving at the city between seven and 
eight o’clock" in the evening, as he had been 
enjoying himself so well, lie ought to. take 
something home to his family that was nice. - 
While wondering what it could be, he passed 
a fruit shop, in the window of which there was 
a display of oranges. 
“ I’ll take a dozen oranges home, that will 
do,” said he. 
And so he went in and took a dozen ol the 
orau ir es, for which he paid thirty-seven and a 
half cents; and bought besides, a ftp’s worth 
of tobacco. 
The extra spending of Mr. Rivers, who 
could not afford to take a magazine, was for 
that day just one dollar and twenty cents, or at 
.n.kr tkrnn Tmndrfid sind sixtv dollars a 
mortified and really ashamed of herself for liav- lapsing into idolatry at the base ol Sinai, when 
i„ g treked upon for ,1 „r sioopore in “ S.I .0 
nodicals and newspapers to such an extent as i .. . i 
in piinso hm- father to interfere. I or this fact 
CAN’T AFFORD IT. 
« Can’t afford it! Too many mouths to feed 
_too many backs to cover. It s a luxurv I 
should like very much to indulge in—no .man 
fonder of reading than I am—but 1 can t af¬ 
ford it, sir.” 
«it’s only three dollars a year. Less than 
sixpence a week.” 
“ I know. But-three dollars a year will buy 
a half barrel of flour and give my family bread 
for a month. Its no use to talk, my Menu. 
I know exactly my own ability, and know that 
I can’t afford to take the magazine.” 
And thus Mr. Rivers closed the matter with 
the persevering canvasser, who was industrious- 
ly tiding to add to the circulation of a highly 
popular magazine. . ., 
“ I think you might have taken it, papa, said 
Mary Rivers, greatly disappointed, “ I never 
see a magazine or a newspaper, unless 1 bon ou 
fmm .Tnnp Tmnnkins. and 1 know that her father 
the rate of three hundred and sixty dollars 
year! Yet Mr. Rivers thought himself an 
economical man, and took merit to himself loi 
saving on newspapers and magazines. 
Orf the next day, Mr. Rivers felt that he 
needed a little exercise—lie was so closely con- 
fined in his store—nnd us it was dull, he could 
as easily be spared as not. fco he hiicd alio;st. 
and sulky for a dollar and a half, and took a 
pleasant ride to himself. Previously to his 
riding out he spent a shilling for mineral water; 
during the ride he paid to gate-keepers, stable 
bovs where he had stopped for lemonades, and 
for what he drank and smoked, just thirty cents. 
Ten cents in cakes for the children, laid out to 
satisfy the rather unpleasant sensation he felt 
at the idea of having indulged himself in a ride 
while his family remained at home, completed 
this day’s extra expense of a man who could not 
afford to take a periodical; the whole amount 
was just two dollars. . 
On the day succeeding this, fifty cents were z, n( s now. 
spent in little self indulgences, on the next 
twenty-five cents, and on the day alter nearly a 
dollar. And so it went on day after day, and 
week after week, while Mary continued to bor-; 
row from Jane Tompkins her magazines, papers j 
and books. . 1 
One day, shortly after the new magazines tor j 
the month had been announced, Mary called as , 
usual upon her friend <1 ane. On her table lay : 
“ Godey’s ” and several other magazines. 
« plow much I do envy you;” she said “ what j 
; would 1 not give if my father would take the i 
I magazines for me as your lather does for you; 
; but he always says he cannot afford it” 
to cause her father to inte 
in the case she was not slow to infer. 
“ Mary,” said Mr. Rivers, as he sat that eve¬ 
ning, listless for something to read or do, “ ain’t 
some of the magazines out for this month? 
Hav’nt you got a Gazette, Post or a Lourier, 
from your friend, Miss Tompkins? 
“No, papa,” replied Mary. 
“ I thought you went there, to-day. 
“ Ro I did, but Jane says her father has for¬ 
bidden her to lend the papers and magazines 
any more.” 
“ He has!” ejaculated MY. Rivers, with sur¬ 
prise and something of indignation. “ A\ hy 
was that?” 
“I don’t know, but Jane said she couldut 
let me have them any more.” 
“ It’s very selfish,” said Mr. Rivers, “ very sel¬ 
fish ! What harm could your reading the mag¬ 
azine do him, I wonder! But that’s just like 
some people! They cannot bear to see others 
enjoy themselves, and will prevent it il in their 
power.” 
Mr. Rivers felt rather uncomfortable about 
this refusal on the part of Mr. Tompkins. It 
seemed to him to be aimed at his family. He 
also felt uncomfortable at the thought of los¬ 
ing his regular weekly and monthly enjoyment 
of reading the newspapers, “free gratis, for 
nothing.” In fact, this standing of Mr. Tomp¬ 
kins upon his reserved rights had an unhappy 
effect upon the whole Rivers’ family, from the 
father down to little Tommy, who read the 
anecdotes, and a story now and then, with as 
high a relish as any of the rest. 
Things remained in this position for two or 
three weeks, when Mr. Rivers became so hun¬ 
gry for the mental aliment withheld by Mr. 
Tompkins, that he strained a point, even tho’ 
L.x ff.H pL.xi 1 nffm’fl it nml mibsOA’ibecl 
lie felt that he couldn’t afford it, and subscribed 
for a magazine. He brought home a couple 
of numbers with him, and tossing them into 
Mary’s lap said“ There’s reading for you, 
Mary, and no thanks to Mr. Tompkins!” 
Mary’s eyes and face brightened as she 
caught up the Magazines. 
“Have you subscribed for it, papa? she 
asked eagerly. 
“ Yes, dear, you can read your own maga- 
“Oh! I am So glad,” exclaimed Mary, tears 
starting into her eyes. 
Even though he couldn’t afford it, Mr. Riv¬ 
ers felt happy to think that he had made Mary 
so happy. On the ^next day he thought fre- 
quently of the delightful face of his daughter 
when he told her that he had subscribed for 
the magazine. Before night he determined to 
give her another agreeable surprise ere the 
week was out. It was Thursday. On the 
next evening when he came home, Mary sprang 
towards him and holding up a newspaper, said, 
while her whole countenance beamed with 
pleasure—“ a man left the Gazette here to-day. 
Did you subscribe for it, papa? Yes, I know 
_ v „ t 
■Then Mary turned over magazine after mag- - „ , - , 
y0 "YUS.h“ My . delighted about it,” Mr. 
said, “ Are you done with the Lady s Book,, 
vet ?” 
’ J ane looked slightly confused as she re-; 
from Jane Tompkins, and I know 
grumbles at her whenever he catches her lend¬ 
ing them.” T 
“ I might do a great many things, child, it I 
was made of money, which I am very sorry to | jv " pa l-ticular; but he is a little curious 
Rivers said, with an impressible smile. 
“And so I am, I wanted to see the Gaz'ette j 
badly.” . ! 
]\'or was Mary alone in her expression ol j 
pleasure. The younger sisters and brothers j 
were in raptures at the idea of having a Ga- \ 
zette to read that was all their own; and even 
Mrs. Rivers, who was not of a very literary 
turn, remarked, on the occasion, that a news¬ 
paper was “ an excellent thing among children, 
and that on her part, she always liked to read 
a little in them now and then, especially in that 
part containing receipts and other domestic 
I shall be glad to have you. But I need not 
gay that—you know 1 will I wish papa was 
, • 1_ U..4- 
pll “I have read it, Man-, but papa isn’t done j 
with it,” ! 
« No matter— either Graham or 1 utnam . 
will do.” , * 
u j Qjyj sorry, IVl&ry, but 1 connotlct you nsr\c j 
either of them,” said' Jane, while the color rose I 
in her face; “the fact is, Mary, to tell you the 
plain truth, papa has objected for a good wlnle 
to my lending my magazines and newspapers, i 
say is not the case,” returned Mr. Rivers. “ H 
I could afford it, I would take all the news¬ 
papers and magazines in the country; but I 
can’t, and so that ends the matter. 
And thus ending it, Mr. Rivers turned away 
from his disappointed daughter, and left the 
k°Mary Rivers was extremely fond of reading, 
and had time and again begged her father to 
take some of the magazines or papers, but his 
uniform answer was, “ I can’t afford it; so she 
was forced to borrow from Jane lompkms, 
whose father subscribed for half a dozen, and 
thought the money well laid out. To have to 
borrow she thought bad enough, but the worst 
of the matter was, that no sooner did she bring 
a newspaper into the house than it was scizei 
bv one hungry member after another, always 
including her'father, and its contents devoured 
before she could get a chance to read half a 
dozen lines. The newspaper or magazine, as 
the case might be, never passed through the 
entire family without being considerably worse 
for wear. The papers were soiled, rumpled, 
the folds torn through, and the magazine sent 
home often sadly disfigured. All this to Mary 
was very mortifving, and often prevented he 1 
from asking to borrow the new numbers of a 
magazine, though to use her own words she 
was “ dying to see them.” 
It was a warm day in July, and Mr. Riv ers, 
who had about six 'months before joined the 
temperance society, felt very dry as he walked 
along the street. Before joining the society lie 
would have quenched a similar state ol thirst 
with an iced punch, or a mint julep. Now he 
merely stepped into a druggist’s and called for 
tion at home. Even though he couldn’t afford 
it, lie was very far from repenting this act of 
extra liberality. 
Many weeks did not pass before another 
airazine and another newspaper came to the 
about such things. ... ,, 
Maiy felt hurl not with Jane, but with the, - before six mont h s Mr. Rivers was 
shorter had left tho 
that I could not lend them; I am sure, papa, it, tledby to^oun^nto ^ w 
would not have hurt us at all, and it would 
have been such a gratification to her. 
“ Let her father subscribe for them, as I do; 
he is just as able.” „ 
“ But he thinks lie can t afford it, and now — 
“Thinks lie can’t afford it, indeed, said Mr. I 
Tompkins. “A man who pays two or three | 
hundred dollars a year for self indulgences oi i 
one kind or another, talking about not being all parties. Lds. 
able to afford newspapers and magazines lor his 
family! Why, it costs him more for tobacco 
and cigars, than it does me for periodicals. 
“ Still papa, it is hard for Mary to be de¬ 
prived of them. It isn’t her fault. She says 
she often begs him to take them for her, but 
his only reply is that he can t afford it. 
long as he takes the magazines and newspapers 
and”pays for them punctually. 
We would suggest to the readers of the 
Rubai., the propriety of calling the attention 
of their borrowing friends to the preceding 
capital story. It might be advantageous to 
o-rcat congregation.” There is one man who 
settles himself deliberately to the business, 
“like a day’s work,”—putting himself, with 
malice aforethought, into posture, his head on 
its wonted support, his shoulders gently in¬ 
clined to the light or the loll, and ‘‘ tho 
promises” under his elbow. This is a hardened 
case, given over, joined to his idol, past cure. 
There is another man with whom we always 
have a deep sympathy. He leads amid his 
secular business a very active life—a life ol in¬ 
cessant locomotion. He can t sit down any¬ 
where without feeling the reaction. He comes 
into church with a desire to render wakeiul 
worship—to give his most earnest attention to 
the preached truth. But when the sermon is 
fairly under way, and labors a little at. the 
foundations of its argument, his drowsiness 
comes upon him like a strong man armed. 1 l e 
struggles against it with his best manhood. 
He rubs his eyes. He “ blows” his nose. He 
straightens up desperately. But his enemy is 
too strong for him. We cannot but be inter¬ 
ested in his heroic, though fruitless dibits. 
We are half moved to call out, “ My dear 
fellow, it is of no use, you may as well give up 
to it for a little—you have our full and free 
permission to nap it for eight minutes. 
Well, that is about all he wants. He rouses 
again at the expiration of that time, looking 
so refreshed that we are really glad for him; , 
and through the remainder ot the discouise, I 
nobody listens better. 
And here and there we recognize one over¬ 
come with the soft potency, whom it is rare, to 
see so subdued. And we charitably under¬ 
stand that he lay awake with the toothache 
the night before, or watched by the couch ot a 
restless child, or sat by the pillow of a sick 
friend. He has our consent to be dull, lor a 
space, in his comfortable pew. 
It is undeniably true that whatever the type 
of sleeping, the preacher winces a little undei 
its rebuke. Is he somewhat dull himselt ? Has 
he tailed to set forth the truth, whose ideal so 
moved him when he began to write, to the 
clear discernment and the quickened sensi¬ 
bilities of his hearers ? By any personal de¬ 
fault, has he robbed his message ot its interest 
and power ? Must that occasion go for nothing, 
or worse, to any for whom lie has thought and 
toiled ? Are they getting tired of his voice 
and his methods ? Is lie responsible for that 
lost opportunity ? 
These queries will make him a little heavy- 
spirited, perhaps ; perhaps, too, they ought to 
affect him so. 
A clergyman whom we know, once stopped 
in his discourse, as he found his audience 
sinking from his grasp into too silent a hush, 
and frankly said aloud, “ My dear hearers, 1 am 
afraid I do not interest you to-day. And 
another resorted to another expedient. About 
midway of his manuscript he closed it suddenly, 
and gave out a couple of stanzas to be sung by 
the choir, and then resumed and concluded 
before a wide-awake audience. 
It is difficult to know how to contend against 
this intruder in the sanctuary. Something may 
be done by care as to the temperature of the 
house. Something by a skilful adjustment ot 
the light and shade of the audience chamber. 
Something by variety of tones in elocution. 
Something by a caution as to the length of the 
discourse, by directness of address, by a happy 
use of illustrations in what are likely to be the 
heaviest parts of the discourse, by a soul-felt 
earnestness in every part, by the solemn presence 
of the Spirit, fervently invoked. 
Something, too, the people might do. By 
care as to the exhausting labors ol the day 
previous—the hour ot retiring on Satin day 
night—the quality and quantity of the Sabbath 
dinner; by cherishing a sense of common 
courtesy and good breeding ; by a diligently 
sought spiritual frame of mind; by an awe¬ 
breathing consciousness of that Presence ini o 
which they have adventured ; by a remem¬ 
brance of the dread day of final account. 
There is no infallible specific against dulness, 
for preacher or people, but a heart earnest and 
intent upon the business that has gathered 
them in the sacred convocation, and so garri¬ 
soned by the presence and power of the Holy 
Ghost against whatever influence is hostile te 
the highest spiritual improvement ol the place 
and the hour.— Congregationalist. 
(i Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt^ 
Nothing’s«o hard, but search M ill find it out. 
HIEROGLYPHIC REHUS. 
Own Printer’s Devil has caught tho Rebus fe¬ 
ver, and offers his situation in our office, to any 
one of the craft who will decipher the following : 
H AM$OVACLSOV XECIN V jgf SOVUKR 
B4I.D, - 
jejgf* Answer in two weeks. 
ACROSTICAL ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 12 letters. 
My 1, 2, 6, 5, 2. are found in the ocean. 
My 2, 5, 11, C, is a wild animal. 
My 11 7, L 5.3, is a weapon. 
My 4, 10, 1, 6, is the name of the shrub from 
which indigo is made. 
My 5, 3, 2, 9, signifies long ago. 
My (i, 4, 1, 3, is a place of rest. 
My 7, 5, 11, 10 is a song of praise or triumph. 
My 9, 5, 8,2, is a wild animal. 
My 8, 5, 12, 7, 6, 5, is a building. 
My 10, 11, 1, 6, is a very useful article. 
My 11, 7, 5, is a mischievous animal. 
My 12, 11, 10, 1, 7, 6, 5, is a band of sol diem. 
My whole is the name of a Revolutionary 
Officer. 
Answer next week. 
Answer to Illustrated Rebus No. 5.— Moore's 
paper still ahead. Thirty thousand subscribers for 
18.4. 
The first four correct answers to above were 
received from S. Sickles, P. P. Strong, L. S. 
Staidcy, and E. McClure—whose names are en¬ 
tered on our books for the Rural three months. 
Answer to Poetical Enigma in-No. 3.—item’s 
Geography. __ 
Fifty 
E. F. Beadle, 
THE MAN THAT SLEEPS IN CHURCH. 
BV REV. A. L. STONE. 
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A‘minister of the “ Kirk,' in good old 
Scotland, once discovered his wife fallen asleep 
“If she were the only one concerned Jane,! 
tSn in t ieh j jgj* 
That Mr. Rivers indulges in reading at my ex- j ' d her eyes 
nense I am very well satisfied, for 1 have seen j ,1 ‘ i . 
my periodicals it his store more than once.” I ling, as <M all other d» 
“ Yes, that’s the worst of it. . 
“Besides, Jane, I am not perfectly cleai in 
mind that it is honest towards the 
“ this kind, 
in getting 
was the merest tone m me wum. i —v ~ ' v* „.; ve the worth 
An hour afterwards he indulged in a couple i up their works, and certainty g 
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him as he passed a fruit stall. ; ^ ^ | mb80ri be themselves, and who | — ^ or soma other pcraua . 
„ les at the head of a church sleeper, 
least, but an inadequate return, f or my own , .. deterred by various considerations, 
part there is scarcely anything that 1 had. not 
rather do than borrow a newspaper or periodi¬ 
cal I have never been guilty of that mean¬ 
ness yet, and if 1 keep my present mind, never 
W1 Mary Rivers, as has been seen, went home 
feeling very badly. The more she though 
about what had occurred, the more she felt 
At the breaking of the ground for the com¬ 
mencement of the Lynchburg and Tennessee 
Railroad at Lynchburg, a clergyman present 
commenced slowly and solemnly to read a 
manuscript prayer. At the conclusion, an old 
negro man, who had been resting with one foot 
on his spade, and his arms on the handle, look¬ 
ing intently in the chaplain’s face, straightening 
himself up, remarked very audibly, “ Well, 1 
reckon dat’s de fust time do Lord has ever been 
written to on de subject of railroads!” 
aelass of mineral water, and paid his fip, think- j my own mind that it is uou^t 
if i ie thought at all about the expense, that! publishers to encourage unytlung 
itwas^he merest trifle in the world..| MtfSSS 
“ Susan!” . , . , 
and ears in a twink¬ 
ling, as did all otlicr dreamers in the house, 
whether asleep or awake. 
“Susan, I dinna marry ye for your wealth, I ture ever 
sin’ ye hae’d none! And I dinna marry ye for 
vour beauty, that the hail congregation can 
see! And if ye hae no grace, I have made but 
a sair bargain!” , , 
Susan’s slumbers were effectually broken up 
A man in Wisconsin, who recently inserted 
a long advertisement in the papers, offering his 
farm for sale, closed it in the following sub¬ 
limely ridiculous style:—“The surrounding 
country is the most beautiful the God of na¬ 
ture ever made. The scenery is celestial—di¬ 
vine— also, two wagons to sell, and a yoke of 
steers.” 
store 
m ind to take a little excursion on the river 
in the steamboat that leaves at four o clock 
this afternoon. Come, go along, won’t you?— 
We can get home by tea time. 
“ I don't care if I do, replied Riv ers, 1 
want a little recreation, badly.” 
A thought of the expense, or whether he 
could afford it, never crossed his mind 
At four he was on board the steamboat,.af¬ 
ter that day. , , , , 
One feels sometimes inclined to send sharp 
W r e used to think when we began to preach, 
that we would defy anybody to go to sleep 
quietly under our pulpit addresses, and made 
now and then some very doughty resolves “ to 
keep folks awake, if we had to thunder and 
listen for it.” But we have long since given 
that up. People may become accustomed to 
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there was a struggle between smiles and tears; 
the train of thought was broken. 
“Ma,” said he, resuming his snuffle and wish¬ 
ing to have his cry out, “Ma—ugh! ugh! ugh! 
what was I crying about just now?" 
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