behold the open sea supposed to exist at the 
extreme north end of terra Jinna, 
The taking of the census of the entire Union is 
an event that occurs only every decade, but it has 
been taken the present year. 
The Chicago Zouaves, in their brilliant tourna¬ 
ment through the principal cities of the Confede¬ 
racy, not only instructed find amused tbeir fellow 
citizens, but at the same time received a meed of 
praise for their uneqnaled martial exploits; and 
they should be duly chronicled among the most 
successful actors in the great drama of the past 
twelve months. The experiments with the Floyd 
gun demonstrated the efficiency of our artillery¬ 
men in the management of heavy ordnance; and 
the mock naval battle on Lake Erie, called to 
mind the heroic deeds of the gallant Perry. 
The enlightened nations of both continents 
were shocked by the news of the massacre of the 
Christians in Syria, and the loss of the Lady 
Elgin cast a shadow of gloom and sorrow over 
our own land. Science and the Arts have 
achieved the most signal triumphs; new planets 
have been discovered, and their orbits inscribed 
on the great chart of the solar system. The ele¬ 
ments, too, have exhibited strange and portentous 
displays of iriesiatable power. Destructive tor¬ 
nadoes have swept over earth and sea, and flash¬ 
ing meteors have passed athwart the sky. 
The laborB of the husbandman have been 
rewarded with abundant harvests; choicest fruits 
and flowers have decked the summer and autumn 
landscapes, and the horn of plenty has literally 
overflown with superabundance. 
Not content, however, with tbcBc manifold 
events and occurrences, unprincipled dema¬ 
gogues and political agitators have determined 
to cap Die climax by taking incipient ateps 
toward revolutionizing our Government, and 
dissolving the noblest Republic that has ever 
been founded, and thus destroy the inalienable 
rights and immunities of her millions of happy 
freemen. 
“ God p&vg our noble Ship of State, 
And shield her from the storm 
Which beat* bo wildly round her now, 
And threatens serious harm. 
0, Thou, whose voice can calm the etorm, 
Pour oil upon the wave! 
Thou, who once stilled old Galilee, 
Be with her now and save. 
Mt Morris, N. Y., 1860. 
[Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker.] 
LINES TO A FRIEND. 
TEE TASK OF WOMAN, 
Great, indeed, is the task assigned to woman! 
Who can elevate its dignity? Not to make laws, 
not to lead armies, not to govern empires; bat to 
form those by whom laws are made, armies led, 
and ompires governed; to guard againstthe slight¬ 
est taint of bodily infirmity, the frail, yet spot- 
whose moral no leas than physical 
BT C'AKKIK M, BASK, 
Oh, ask me not again to join 
The gay aud biilliaut throng, 
Who chase the flying hours away 
With gossip, dance, and song. 
Bat Ware me with the books and birds, 
With Nature, wild and free— 
The mountain height, the woodland glade. 
Are joyous haunts for me. 
There’s gladness in these solitudes, 
’Mong flower* and streamlet’s tone; 
Yet dark and drear my life would pass 
Unloved, and all alone, 
Aud much 1 prize my few kind friends, 
Whose words of heartfelt cheer 
Refresh my weary soul, and make 
Affliction leu severe. 
Yet ask me not again, sweet friend, 
To join the proul and gay; 
But leave me in my own dream-land 
To pass the hou-s away, 
Ogdensburgb, N. Y., 186). 
less creature, 
being, must he derived from her; to inspire those 
principles, to inculcate those doctrines, to ani¬ 
mate tliOBO sentiments which generations yet 
unborn, and nations yet uncivilized, will learn to 
bless; to Hoften firmness into mercy, and chasten 
honor into refinement; to exalt generosity into 
virtue; by a soothing care to allay the anguish of 
the body, and the far worse anguish of the mind; 
by her tenderness to disarm passion; by her 
purity to triumph over sense; to cheer the scholar 
sinking under biB toil; to console the statesman 
for the ingratitude of a mistaken people; to ho 
compensation for friends that are perfidious for 
happinesH that has passed away. Bach is her 
vocation. The couch of the tortured sufferer, the 
prison of the deserted friend, the cross of the 
rejected Savior—these aro theaters on which her 
greatest trlumphB have been achieved. Bach is 
herdeBtiny; to visit the forsaken, to tend to the 
neglected when monarchs abandon, when coun¬ 
sellors betray, when justice prosecutes, when 
brethren and disciples flee, to remain unshaken 
and unchanged, and to exhibit in thm lower 
world a typo of that love, pure, constant, and 
ineffable, which in another we are taught to 
believe the test of virtue.— Blackwood's Magazine. 
[Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker.l 
THE ANGEL OF REST. 
[Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker] 
OUR DARLING. 
BT K. H. FORD, 
This soft vail of twilight hung over the bills, 
lts misty folds shading the valleys and rills, 
Looped back by a star-gem cf glorious light 
From the dusky and sober-hued brow of the night, 
When down from the borne of the pure and the blest 
To our sin-blighted world came the Angel of Rest. 
Beautiful in repose seemed the earth in bis sight, 
And bo gr.zed on the scene with a smile of delight, 
Then he thought of its curie, and bis tears fell in 
showers, 
Bedewing with pearl-drops the leaves and the flowers— 
Its cures—and toe spirit sighed, “ man shares its blight, 
To him shall my mission of love be to-night." 
And away he sped swiftly, never tireless his wing 
In dispensing the bleiMDgs his presence could bring, 
Deep farrows were smoothed o’er the suffering brow, 
And the tear of the mourner checked in its flow— 
Every desolate home found a heaven-sent guest 
In the comforting presence of the Angel of Rest. 
Whore the groan of the prisoner escaped on the air, 
Or the oppressed breathed the wrongs of his bondago in 
prayer, 
Where sickness was crushiog out life by Its power, 
And death stood awaiting the last trial hour, 
There ., with God’s precious promises bound to bis breast 
As balm for all wounds, wsa the Angel of Rest. 
Thus waa heaven brought much nearer below, 
In tho lessoning of sorrow, and anguish, and woo, 
And the angel ascended again to the skies 
With new Joy on bis tongue and new light in his eyes, 
His reward—aje, from all men here it confessed, 
We bless Thee, 0, God, for the Angel of Rest, 
Geneva, N. Y., I860. 
Wine* tb« morning stars were paling 
At tbo coming of the day, 
And tho moonbeam* failing silver 
O'er the silent forest lay, 
Just as morning'ii rosy fingers 
Clasped the hands of dying night, 
On our threshold stood an angel, 
With a brow of radiant light. 
And bo came to where our darling 
Moaned upon hi* mother** breast, 
And with gently spoken whispers 
Calmed his anguish into rest; 
TheD with soothing, sweet carestej, 
Clasped the baby's little hand, 
Oat into the silent morning 
Bore him—to the Better Land. 
Naught was left us but the casket, 
Whence the precious gem had fled, 
How our hearts were tilled with anguish 
When we knew that he was dead! 
And with tears of bitter sorrow 
Then we clothed him for liis rest, 
Placed white blossoms on Ills pillow, 
Crossed his bauds upon his breast. 
Out beneath the golden sunlight 
We our precious treasure boro, 
Placed him there beside the forest, 
Where he rests forevermore; 
But our hearts are sad and lonely, 
And we miss his tones of mirth— 
One the more we have in heaven— 
Ouo the less to love on earth. 
Goodrich, Mich., I860. 
[Written for Moore'i Rural New-Yorker.] 
WINTER HAS COME. 
Winter has come. He marshalled his hosts 
upon the field while jet November,— the last 
Princess of the royal ine of Autumn,—sat upon 
the throDC of the year. The sable Princess gath¬ 
ered np her dinky ribes, shook off her faded 
coronal, and took her departure. Thus the old 
warrior held ondispnttd poBBiBsion of the field, 
and soon his favorite md patron, December, was 
seen approaching with stately step and somber 
visage, to take the sceptie and the crown. Winter 
baB made a sudden descent upon us; perhapH to 
show us the invincible power of his soldiery- 
All cay his cohorts hftvalLeen fly ing through tho 
air; and both man and ^eaBt cower and shrink 
from his glittering, frorti' sword. lie has begun 
his campaign, and is deteimined to add new glory 
to bis warrior fame. Folk from his icy palace 
in the North, his veteran troops are marchiDg 
southerly, to invade tho old haunts of summer. 
Hitherto the sharp arrovs of old Son have been 
too much for him, and Us icy seeptre has melted 
beneath the fires of the tropics. Now be is gird¬ 
ing himself anew forth* conflict, that he may win 
by his aggressive sworf, territory yet unsubdued 
by hie fierce legions. He is gathering up his 
stores of snow, bail arn sleet, message winds are 
flying thitherward, and the shrill blast of the war 
trumpet sounds over all his wide dominions. 
Thoogli he is a rough old warrior, yethe shows 
a gonial face to those bi io cheerfully tiitiwitt t.o 
his rule. Children arc his especial favorites, for 
he is fond of merriment and glee, and they ever 
greet him with a shout of welcome. Sometimes, 
when the glow of the fire-light falls outside the 
casement, he peeps in to see that all is right. 
The pleasant faces of the group inside, with the 
story-telling, and apple-eating, convince him that 
no rebellion is contemplated, and he hies away 
with a merry whibtle, and a dash of snow at a party 
of Bleigh riders. Though he delights to set the 
elements warring, still he gives us many a calm 
day and starry night Sometimes the moonlight 
sleeps quietly upon his snowy vesture, and the 
hushed winds play softly among the dry weeds 
and bare branches of the trees. Once firmly in¬ 
stalled in bis possessions, he turns his attention 
to the good of his realm. He is a promoter of 
friendly feeling, giving time lor the enjoyment 
■a teacher of wisdom, bestowing 
IS CONSUMPTION CONTAGIOUS? 
It is most probable that consumption is not of 
itself communicable, that it cannot beget con¬ 
sumption in one who has vigorous health and is 
perfectly free from all taint of the disease. But if 
any person who has not a vigorous constitution, 
whether inclined to consuptin or not, lives, 
eats and sleeps with a consumptive, as man 
and wife do, as a sister is apt to do with 
a consumptive sister, or a mother with consump¬ 
tive children, such a person will very gener¬ 
ally die of consumption thc-mselves, not from 
its communicability per se, but from the foulness 
of tho atmosphere about a consumptive, from 
warm rooms, decaying lungs, large expectora¬ 
tions, sickening night sweats and bodily emana¬ 
tions; but the same amount of exposure to air 
made foul in other ways, would light up the fires 
of consumption in one of feeble vitality or broken 
constitution. 
It is necessary, therefore, that the nurse of the 
consumptive should possess the most vigorous 
health, and to make assurance from infection 
doubly sure, the most scrupulous cleanliness pos¬ 
sible should be observed aud carried out in every 
conceivable direction, extended to every minutia, 
maintained with the most inveterate constancy 
through every hour of the tvrenly-fonr, not allow¬ 
ing any excretion, even a single expectoration, 
to remain about the person, bed or room, for one 
instant. An incessant ventilation should be going 
on in the chamber, the best method for which, 
under most circumstances, is simply to kec-p a fire 
on the hearth and an inner door open; even in 
mid-summer, this is better for tho patient sb well 
as for the nnrse, than a room kept closed all the 
time from an almost insane dread of taking cold 
— Hall's Journal of Health. 
[Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker.l 
LIFE PRESENT AND TO COME. 
[Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker.] 
THE MISSES STUCK UP. 
Life, viewed in its true sense, is an exhalation 
from the Almighty,—a breathing forth of a prin¬ 
ciple in His nature, destined to exist throughout 
the ceaseless ages of eternity. Though it be im¬ 
prisoned for a time in this mortal coll,—though 
the leaden chains of sensuality be thrown around 
it, binding it to this gToss tabernacle of clay; yet 
this immortal principle In man’s nature was 
designed by its Maker to finally inhabit the blies- 
fal regions of Immortality, and enjoy the sunshine 
of God's love forever. Man, in this higher sense, 
though unseen by mortal vision, when viewed 
through the light of revelation, appears clothed 
in all that dignity and majesty contemplated in 
God’s Holy Word; and being formed in the 
image of his Maker, occupies a position which 
should lead Mb meditations into a higher sphere, 
and cause him to employ Ms reasoning powers in 
obtaining an answer to those great and important 
anestions, — What is the object of my existence? 
Whither am I tending? What my destiny?—which 
can alone be found in God’s revealed word,— 
“Seek and ye shall find, knock and it shall be 
opened unto you.” 
In the human heart are first sown the seeds 
of reformation, which, watered by tho tears of 
repentance, Bpring forth to be nurtured by the 
willing hands of obedience, and made to bear 
fruits of righteousness, which God will gather 
home in HU own appointed time. Thus is man’s 
existence here hut a preparatory state for a life 
beyond the grave; and as he approaches the end, 
walking in the pathway of duty, his prospects 
brighten into a foretaste of the joys awaiting his 
anxious soul in the unseen world. 
How lovely the scene! what an angelic radi¬ 
ance encircles the brow of the dying saint. 
Heavenly visions seem to appear before the 
enraptured and fast declining vision, and brighten 
aB they approaoh the portals of the 6kies,—light¬ 
ing up the countenance with the reflected light of 
tho Son of Righteousness until, vanished from 
mortal Bight, the eye of Faith is opened and 
heholdB the escorting angel waiting to bear it 
home to the bosom of the Great Eternal, there to 
bask in the fathomless ocean of God’s love, and 
to join the Heavenly Choir composed of the 
Redeemed of all ages, in singing songs of praise 
to God and the Lamb forever and forever. 
La Porte, Ind., 1860. A, H. M. 
You need not wonder who they are,—if I mistake 
not, they are already too well known. There is 
hardly a place on this 41 mundane sphere” (where 
there is even a sign of civilized life,) that is not 
infested with their disagreeable presence. They 
are a “set” peculiar to themselves,— 1 “more vice 
than wise ,"—and are easily distinguished from 
the Misses Common Sense, by an assumed air of 
importance, which seemingly says, — “I’m all 
Creation, and belong to Snnbtowu.” 
Should an ordinary sort of person accidentally 
come in contact with their huge dimensions, they 
will nearly stare her out of existence,— which, in 
plain language, means,— l'ou lump of inferiority, 
how dare you?” But when the lump of inferiority 
dares meet them faco to face, (and say as plain as 
looks can say, “you silly creature, you are but 
human,”)—they’ll turn, and with nose elevated, 
walk off with an air of injured dignity and insulted 
pride, — undoubtedly thinking themselves very 
much abused. 
They also pretend to great accomplishments, 
which, in reality, amount to nothing more than 
to knit a “Bontag,” a “late style bood,”&c,,—and 
perhaps “play tho piano.” Their thoughts and 
purposes, in fact, the height of their ambition, nil 
tend to the grand theme of “ matrimony,” and to 
attain this “crowning point” ot their existence, 
and to secure to themselves a “rich husband,” 
their ingenuity and cunning know no bounds. 
They’ll mince, simper, and put on such lovely 
smiles just to cheat every man into the belief that 
they are paragons of perfection. 
But let me tell you, my dear Misses Stuck Ur, 
your high notions and your false pride will not 
secure to you a sensible husband, I will venture 
to say, not ono man “out of ten,” with a single 
grain of sense in his cranium, would be willing to 
unite his destiny with a creature of your stamp,— 
and if yon are fortunate enough to deceive such 
a man, he would (after ho found yon out,) wish 
your precious hones were resting beneath the sod, 
leaving him free again — to choose M another, ” 
with, at least, one idea in her head. Sad reflec¬ 
tion, indeed! 
And let me tell you, too, when you come to 
“settle down” in some “out of the way’’place, 
with your adored “Adonis” by your side, and 
you find, instead of “wealth incomparable,” he 
has hut “two-and-sixpence ” In his pocket, you 
will come to your senses,—you will not afl’ect the 
Stuck Ur, but you'll pot on that “snap,” and go 
to work and be “somebody,”—at least, you will 
come to the wise conclusion that you are hut very 
unimportant individuals, after all. 8. I. S. 
Clarence, N. Y., I860. 
N. B. Amekt, 
WHAT AN UMBRELLA INDICATES, 
There is a good deal of truth in the follow¬ 
ing paragraph, as our readers will detect and ac¬ 
knowledge: 
“ An umbrella, it is said, can be taken 88 a test 
of character. The man who takes an umbrella 
out with him is a cautions fellow, who Bhuns all 
speculation, and is pretty sure to die rich. The 
man who is always leaving his umbrella behind 
him, is one who generally makes no provision 
for the morrow. He is reckless, thoughtless, 
always late for the train, leaves the street door 
open when be goes homo late at night, and is ab¬ 
sent to such a degree as to speak ill of » baby in 
the presence of its mother. The man who is 
always losing his umbrella is an unlucky dog, 
whose bills are always protested, whose boots 
split, whose gloves crack, whose buttons are 
alwayB coming off, whose change is sure to have 
some bad money in it. Be careful how you lend 
a hundred dollars to such a man. The man who 
Is perpetually expressing a nervous anxiety 
about his umbrella, and wondering If it is safe, is 
full of uneasiness and low suspicion. Let him be 
ever bo rich, give him not yonr daughter.” 
HOW TO PROSPER IN BUSINESS. 
In the first place, make up your mind to accom¬ 
plish whatever you undertake; decide upon some 
particular employment, and persevere in it. All 
difficulties are overcome by diligence and assi¬ 
duity. 
Be not afraid to work with your hands, and 
diligently, too. “A cat in gloves catches no 
mice.” lie who remains in the mill, grinds; not 
he who goes and comes. 
Attend to your business; never trust to any 
one else. “A pot that belongs to too many is 
ill -stirred and worse boiled.” 
•Be frugal. “That which will not make a pot 
will make a pot-lid.” “Save the pence, and the 
pounds will take care of themselves.” 
Be abstemious. “Who dainties love, shall 
beggars prove.” 
Rise early. “The sleepy fox catches no poultry.” 
“Plow deep, while sluggard’s sleep, and you 
will have corn to sell and to keep.” 
Treat every one with respect and civility. 
“Everything is gained, and nothing lost, by 
courtesy.” 
“Good manners insure success.” 
Never anticipate wealth from aDy other source 
than labor; especially never place dependence 
apon becoming the possessor of an inheritance. 
“He who waits for dead men’s shoes, may have 
He who runs after 
The March of tub Glacier.—T here are few 
spectacles in nature so calculated to inspire awe 
and provoke cariosity as these “motionless tor¬ 
rents, 6)lent cataracts,” which form the glaciers 
of the Alps. At first Bight, one can almost sym¬ 
pathize with the stolid English tourist, who, after 
gazing on one of them for some time in Bilence ) 
declared that it was “ obtrusive and unmeaning.” 
There is something unspeakably strange and per¬ 
plexing in the presence of a vast mass of ice, to 
all appearance fixed, immutable, under a burning 
son, and in dose contact with verdure and fertil¬ 
ity. The dazzling pallor, the desolation, the 
silence of the “dead Bea” of ice, contrast forci¬ 
bly with the green and golden vegetation of the 
valley, with the ripe cornfields, the spreading 
foliage, and the 
FJowtir6 of loveliest blue 
That skirt the eternal frost. 
It is death in the midst of life, the skeleton at the 
banquet of nature. 
of social life,- 
leisure for the pursuit of knowledge,—a repairer 
of our physical frame, allowing us to rest from 
the active labors of seed-time and harvest. But 
while he gives rest to others, he iB himself an in¬ 
cessant worker. He cuts and loosens the soil with 
his keen frost6,—sweeps away the impurities of 
the atmosphere, with his invigorating breath,— 
and lades the mountain ranges with his snowy 
burden, which, melting in the summer rays, form 
the mountain streams that refresh the earth. 
Butler, Wis, 1860. M. OsbOkk. 
[Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker ] 
CURRENT EVENTS. 
Be Prepared.— It is a bad thing to be too hap- class, those who live cnieny oy emotion, remmu 
py; it makes the mind grow fat and lazy. Grief one of ships, that move by the outward impulse 
is a capital spring medicine for keeping the brain of winds operating on sails. They are often in a 
healthy aud brisk. If misfortune could be made, dead calm, often out of their course, and some- 
like a locomotive, to blow a whistle before it times driven back. And it is only when the 
rushes upon ub, and give ns time to clear the winds are fair and powerful that they move on- 
rails, then we might sleep securely on onr rose* ward with rapidity. The other class, those who 
leaves. But the sour-faced jade sneaks at our live by faith, remind one of the magnificent 
heels, pouuoing upon us as we troi along, sing- steamers which cross the Atlantic, which are 
ing. She is a policeman in plain clothes, with an moved by an interior and permanent principle, 
umbrella in his hand, but the rattle and Btaff in and which, setting at defiance all ordinary obsta- 
his pockel. Fortify yourselves with a course of cles, advance steadily and swiftly to tbeir deBtina- 
mild persecutions; train for the great combat, nation, through calm and storm, through cloud 
that when the pummeling begins, you may suffer and sunshine. 
with a pleasant smile and engaging manner. Ac- *** ' ' , 
cept accommodation bills, and be sued on them; Pastoral Visitino.- Running about one s 
and on the day the bank breaks, the shock will he palish, praying and talking with the people, is the 
considerably eased. The man who has roared best exercise, the best gymnastics a preacher can 
with the gout thinks groaning with rheumatism have. He needs it after the study of the lorenoon. 
an agreeable change of pain.— Welcome Guest. It is one of the best prepai ations for the Sabbath, 
Tiie programme for I860, it respect to the 
number and variety of the scene;; enacted, stands 
unrivaled, and without a peer, in the calendar of 
Bissextiles. 
The muscular battle between Hkenan and 
Sayres rivaled in magnitude the efforts of the 
most renowned champions of the Olympic Games, 
causing a novel sensation on both sides of the 
Atlantic, but fortunately for the excited multi¬ 
tudes, was partially allayed by the arrival of the 
Great Eastern, which—although she caused an 
excitement commensurate with htr huge propor¬ 
tions—by calling into action another class of 
muscles and faculties, gave a different direction 
to the thoughts and feelings of the people. 
The Japanese Embassy to this country was 
honored with th8 usual public demonstrations so 
freely tendered by Americans to distinguished 
foreigners, aud the furor to see the representatives 
of the Empire of Japan was only equaled by the 
wild enthusiasm that everywhere prevailed in 
Canada aud the United Stales, to see and honor 
His Royal Highness, the Prince of Wales. The 
visit of the much esteemed Lady Franklin to the 
shores of the New World gave her many friends 
an opportunity to manifest their appreciation of 
her noble character. Even now another expedi¬ 
tion is far away in the Northern ocean, fast bound 
in ice, patiently waiting “another spring to nail,” 
hoping to be cheered by “dissolving views” of 
the towering icebergs, by which they are sur¬ 
rounded—thus enabling the hold adventurers to 
[Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker.] 
THE MISSION OF HOPE. 
Hope Is the brightest star of our existence,—she 
flatters us and paints the future with bright and 
glowing colors, that never can be realized in this 
world, Whnt keeps the heart from breaking as 
we stand by the bedside of a dying friend, hut the 
hope of a re-tmion beyond the grave? nope 
speaks to the student toiling at the midnight hour 
over his difficult task, and cheers him with the 
welcome news that he will soon win a name 
which will live after he shall have passed away. 
Hope whispers to the invalid, and tellB him that 
he will shortly exchange the sick conch for the 
fields and groves. She speaks to the dying one, 
and tells her of a glorious future, where she will 
forever dwell with her Savior. Hope cheers the 
heart of the traveler in a distant land, and assures 
him that lie will soon reach home, and his be¬ 
loved family. And thus she passes along trying, 
“though vainly at times,” to bestow joy and glad- 
hess upon every one, and where is the heart so 
destitute of feeling as to deny her a welcome? for 
she comes when all others fortake us. m. m. p. 
Rochester, S. Y„ I860. 
to go a long time barefoot.” “ 
a shadow, hath a wearisome race.” 
Above all things, never despair. God is whei 
he was. “ He helps those who truly trust in Him, 
Frogs. —Somebody who has watched the am¬ 
phibious creatures, says in Chambers' Journal that 
male frogs make t-he most- noise, being furnished 
for that purpose with a kind of bladder in the 
neck, or double action bag pipe; hut then the 
voices of the females are the hoarsest and most 
aggravating. When, however, intent upon doing 
the agreeable, they have another tone of voice — 
soft, sweet and plaintive, like a bell heard in the 
stillness of a summer evening; Lorn which some 
naturalists have inferred that it is only the mar¬ 
ried couples, and old maids and bachelors whose 
voices are so harsh and grating, the courting and 
honey-moon toneB being pitched ia a different 
key. ’ Although frogs have no tailors’ or milli¬ 
ners’ bills, they follow the fashions in having a 
new suit every week or fortnight during the sum¬ 
mer, and in casting off the old skin as frequently. 
They are admired ss food nor only by Frenchmen 
and gourmands, but by snakes, eels, pike, trout, 
aquatic birds, hawks, owls, moles and weazlc-s. 
Ttiose most esteemed by epicures frequent deep, 
, dear ponds, and are not easily caught by hand. 
Eternity. —E’ernity is the only theme that 
confuses, humbles and alarms the proud intellect 
of man. What is it? The human mind can grasp 
and define length of time, however vast; hut this 
ia beyond time, and too great for the limited con¬ 
ception of man. It had no beginning, and it can 
have no end. It cannot be multiplied, it cannot 
be added unto; yoa may strive to substract from 
it, take all the time that enters the compass of 
yonr imagination, it is still whole and undimin¬ 
ished as before—all calculation is lost. 
Humility is a grace that adorns and beautifies 
every other grace; without it, the most splendid 
natural and acquired abilities lose half their 
charm. 
There is no place where real politeness is of 
more value than where we mostly think it would 
be superfluous.— Friends in Council, 
