MOORE’S: RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 
JAN. 10. 
CONDUCTED BY AZILE. 
MAY 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
I COME? 
BY MYRTA MAY. 
May I come again ?—I have wandered long, 
From the sunny bowers of joy and song, 
Where kindred spirits Love-tones arc breathing, 
And Friendship her holiest dowers are wreathing. 
May I come again ?—I wandered away. 
Though many sweet voices were hidding me stay — 
Yetstrong were the ties that were drawing my heart, 
And urging me ever, to “ rise and depart.” 
May I come again ?—1 have wandered far, 
Lured by the light of u fading star ; 
The flood of glory which frsl it shed 
On my raptured soul has forever fled. 
May I come again ?—It is dark and lone 
When the sunlight of joy from the heart has flown — 
When dimly we gaze, through the mist ot tears, 
On the vanished dreams of departed yea is. 
May I come again ?—I am weary now: 
Take the Laurel-wreaths from my aching brow — 
Like a wounded bird to the sheltering nest, 
May I come to thee tor a place of rest ? 
May I come again?—I cannot go hack, 
Again to tread in Life’s dusty track: 
Faint and weary of care and strife. 
May I pause aw hile in the march of Life ? 
Spencerport, N. Y., 1857. 
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For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
A BABY IN THE HOUSE 
An interesting and important event istlic arrival 
of a Baby, and an indubitable evidence that the 
Family is an imperishable institution. Whether 
the first, second, fifth or tenth child, the new in¬ 
habitant of this vale of tears, is a wonder to the 
whole household, neighbors and kindred — lor, 
though births are frequent in all populous districts, 
the excitement and curiosity is apparently repeat¬ 
ed on each announcement of an addition to the 
census of humanity. Such has been the case from 
time “whereof the memory of man (and tongue oi 
woman) runneth not to the contrary," as all history, 
sacred and profane, abundantly testifies; and such 
baby he wanted, and he was greatly surprised and 
rejoiced that his wish should be more than fulfilled. 
men Christmas morning came, IlAurA found a 
well-loaded Christmas Tree, as he had on each 
return of that Holiday for some years—but all the 
toys were not for him this time, and lie experienced 
a new pleasure. Although a little disappointed at 
first, to think it was not all his tree, (children 
brought up alone are apt to become somewhat 
selfish, even in “the best regulated families,”) he 
was soon apparently more happy than on any simi¬ 
lar occasion. And on finding a tiny silver cup 
marked Zij.l a— the first intimation be had received 
as to the name of baby-sister—his joy was extreme. 
Bat, good friends of the Rural family circles, I 
am exhausting your patience, and yet have hardly 
began to tell you about our baby, its good influ¬ 
ence, and my personal experience — how it is a 
prodigy and paragon of beauty and excellence— 
how it has made us all more happy, and kind one 
to another, increasing onr love of family and home 
—purifying and enlarging our hearts, and aug¬ 
menting our regard for the whole human family. 
Verily, “a babe in a house is a well-spring of joy:” 
For it is most true that 
-“By degrees, 
The Human Blossom blows; aBd every day. 
Soft ns it rolls along, shows some new charm.” 
And what parent who has watched the progress of 
infancy, but will appreciate this emotional outburst 
of the poet— 
“ Look I how he laughs and stretches out his arms, 
And opens wide bis blue eyes upon thine. 
To bail his Father : while bis little form 
Flutters as wing’d with joy. Talk not of pain ! 
The childless cherubs well might envy thee 
The pleasures of a Parent I Bless him I 
As vet he hath no w»rds to thank thee, but 
His heart will, and thine own too.” 
There are, however, at this present some tem¬ 
porary personal inconveniences—for nurse now 
“reigns supreme,” and husband and the rest of 
man and woman kind are her obedient subjects._ 
Yet the fact that both mother and child are not 
only “as well as could be expected,” but a vast 
deal better, more than counterbalances all this_ 
while the confidence with which we all anticipate 
the “good time coming,” when both wife and child 
will, with Heaven’s blessing, he able to receive and 
entertain company, consoles us for the lack of 
present social converse, and frolics with the little 
ones, around the iiigleside. My banishment from 
methinks it will continue to he while mortals in- Uie presence of the dear ones to the upper regions 
habit this mundane sphere. The rejoicings of the U ( j\vurds the attic,) is not exceedingly agreeable 
prophets and wise men of old on the occasion of theeulongnights, and I have-endeavored to occupy 
births in their families, are daily repeated or re- the weary moments this evening, (after reading the 
enacted throughout all Christendom, and will h'„so } as * ^'.'Kal, Godey, and the Knickerbocker,) in giv- 
long as the family relations and civilization arc in gsome account of the baby in onr house, I don’t 
maintained. No matter in what zone or circnrn- coas 'der it worth printing, but will ask my daugh- 
atances—whether the parents are rich or poor— * ,ei ’ e mother in the morning if she thinks I had 
every child born unto intelligent, thinking, ekris- Letter send the effort to the editor. If it goes, and 
tain men and women, will he hailed as a special Lnds fayor, 1 hope Iho many happy fathers and 
blessing vouchsafed by Him who does all aright, mothers, and sons and daughters, who read the 
and will awaken thoughts and emotions whose nat- ^ URAL attentively will not consider my time alto- 
For Monro’s Rural New-Yorker. 
A THOUSAND MILES A MINUTE. 
by a. n. bullock. 
“Tub motion of the earth around the aun is at the rate of 
si\ty-eight thousaud miles an hour.” — Comstock. 
Sixty-eight thousand miles an hour! 
Why man the deuce is in it. 
It hat matchless proof of mighty power 
A thousand miles a minute I 
This wondrous ear keeps rolling on 
With all its laud and ocean, 
The Engineer is never gone 
Or varies in his motion. 
No “running fast," no « running slow,” 
No bursting of the boiler, 
Nothing to pay, of all who go 
No one e’er gave a dollar. 
No upward grade, no downward grade, 
No stopping at a station, 
Cause for repair has not been made 
Since the All-wise creation. 
Since Time began, ne'er left the track 
Or called for wood or water, 
No switching off, no running back, 
Collisions cause no slaughter. 
Because the traeJt is always dear, 
The watchmen never slumber. 
No train behind wo over fear. 
Obstructions ne’er encumber. 
The signal lights we oft descry 
But uo alarming token, 
They glitter in the evening sky, 
And dance with joy unbrokon. 
No application of the brakes, 
Reversing of the motion, 
No fear of telegraph mistakes. 
No sound to mar devotion. 
So silently the vast machine 
Obeys the laws of Heaven, 
The movement is not felt or seen 
No jar or tumult given, 
“ Through tickets” only can wc have— 
No otilers to be taken ; 
Whether we live or till the grave 
The motion will not slacken, 
But. take us on with lightning speed 
Until we reach that Station, ( 
Which stands, say Faith and Hope agreed, c 
At portals of Salvation. 
“ Free pass" each traveler awaits— C 
Observing rules to win it; I 
Soon wo shall reach those jx-arly gates, f 
A thousand miles a minute 1 
North Almond, Jan., 1857. 
ing a fact or truth, pursues it (taring life, through 
all its intricacies until he is able to grasp it in its 
glorious beauty? The world realizes not the fiery 
trials through which such an one lias passed, but 
perceiving only the resplendent light in which his 
struggles have ended, it recognizes a superior 
power. Hence, when one is behold, toiling on, 
unaltered by the attractions so powerful with others, 
he is often regarded with a sneer by the “fast” 
world as it surges by, ouly to bo astonished that 
the plodding pedestrian has first reached the end 
of the journey. 
THE MORTIMER HOMESTEAD, 
[Concluded from page 20, this No.] 
It was night at Meadow Brook, and in the parlor 
at the Homestead a lamp was dimly burning, cast¬ 
ing a glimmering light over the old-fashioned, 
massive furniture, and (ailing faintly upou the 
erect form of Mrs. Mortimer, who held in her 
Land a sealed letter. It bote the western post¬ 
mark, and her first impulse was to cast it from her, 
but a feeling which she could not define, bade her 
im. join nej. ■ open it and.read. Ah, in that letter were tidings 
, ; a(1 ] m a " 0I . Ia ’ lc that a tortoise, being which blanched her check to an unnatural white- 
reproached by a hare for his slowness of foot, chal¬ 
lenged him to a race. The hare consented, and 
soon outstripped the tortoise; hut becoming weary, 
paused to rest, and fell asleep. What was his cha¬ 
grin, on reaching the goal to find the tortoise 
already arrived. So in life, steady perseverance 
ness, while her very heartstrings quivered with 
anguish, tor it told her that she was childless—that 
there was nothing left her of her only son, save 
the curl of soil brown hair on which her tears are 
falling, and which his own band had severed for 
her. All the mother’s feelings were stirred within 
ever outstrips that haste which wearies itself by her, and as she sat there alone in her great 
rom /I I Jr. 4 - 1 . V. „..l A, i ii . 
rapidity in the outset, only to pause and falter in 
the end. It is singleness of aim, fixity of purpose, 
and unremitting industry which obtains the repu¬ 
tation ol genius, it is easier to trace a name on 
the sand, than to engrave it on the granite rock; 
yet time soon tells which is the more enduring._ 
A painter, being asked by a brother artist, why lie 
expended so much time and pains on his work, re¬ 
plied, “I paint for eternity.” The traveler, as he 
memory pictured to her the past, when a little, 
merry child, his presence had beeu the only sun¬ 
light which for many a weary year had found en¬ 
trance to her widowed heart. She remembered 
him, too, as the beautiful hoy it bad been her pride 
to call her own, and then with a shudder she 
thought of the time when in his early manhood 
lie had stood before her, askiug ot her a mother’s 
love for the timid, trembling creature at his side, 
“ .U ! .1 " S 711,8 a».I world, would .be have 
on those who journey on the common road; yet a 
flaw in an iron axle or a block of wood on the 
track may hurl him headlong to destruction. So 
he, who in life would rival the railcar's swiftness, 
often finds that speed in which lie has gloried, 
working his failure and ruin, while the man of 
“ one-idea,” who is content to follow that thought 
ns a star pursues its path through space, 
“Unbitsting, yet unresting,” 
is he on whom the world is dependent for its real 
progress, and on whose brow shall be placed the 
wreath entwined for genius and success. 
Luna, N. I., Jan., 1857. x. d. t. 
HOME YEARNINGS. 
ana worms would she have given to recall the 
hitter words she had spoken. But it could not be 
He was gone forever; —far away from her he had 
died, with the echo of her curse ringing in her 
ears, for Nellie had written that the last time he 
ever spoke, ho asked “if she thought his mother’s 
curse would follow him to lleaveu.” 
There was a loud cry of faintness, and when the 
servant, alarmed at the sound, entered the parlor, 
she found her mistress lying upon her face, while 
in her hands she grasped the letter and the silken 
curl. The proud spirit was broken, aud when 
again she came among ns with her mourning gar¬ 
ments aud fast whitening hair, the haughtiness of 
her manner was gone, save when they spoke to her 
of Nellie, and then something of her olden spirit 
returned, for she was not yet sufficiently humbled. 
******** 
From the windows of tho Homestead the red 
flag ol the auctioneer is streaming, white up and 
down the broad staircase and through the dark, 
ural tendency is to purify and improve the hearts 
aud souls of parents—to make them both wiser and 
better in all the relations of life. 
But I did not take pen in hand to write a sober, 
prolix disquisition. On the contrary, I intended, 
and still intend, to relate a little of my own expe¬ 
rience—that of an again happy father—some in¬ 
cidents relative to the recent arrival of a baby at 
onr house. Premising that the junior in our family 
gether wasted. 
December 30, 1856. 
Pater. 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker, 
‘REMEMBER ME.” 
nonce—that of an again happy father—some in- "*• scarcely know of two words in the wide eloquence, orators and authors have chosen for 
cidents relative to the recent arrival of a baby at mn £° <* °<u language which bring to mind more their text, “ Jlo hath not dealt so with any nation ” 
our house. PremisingthaUlic junior in our family of tlje associations of our early days—more of Whatever i3 said or written is with special refer 
(until the recent interesting event transpired,) was ft >nd recollections than the simple”phrase “remem- ence t0 this subject, interspersed, by way of varie" 
a Aw-aterous specimen of “Young America," of her me.” it forms a golden chain of love and ty, with a certain Pharisaical contempt for those 
some seven years’ growth—and being the only heir, memory with which are connected many of the have failed to keep pace with the advance of 
of course a great pet, if not “a spoiled child” —I most pleasing events which ever occurred to civilization, and exhortations to the poor unfortn- 
will proceed to discuss our new arrival. brighten the hours in life’s pathway. nates to make fast their slow sailing craft to the 
The young stranger visited us a few days before . W ^ 10 does 1101 hive to linger around the memo- stcam tug of progression, lest they drift away and 
Christmas, and though the present was a little in ries 01 otber d W to visit in imagination, the founder on the shoals of oblivion; for it is a fact, 
advance of that joyous Holiday, it was none the sce 'ies of our childhood's sunny spoils, those loved 110 true than lamentable, that, scattered among 
less acceptable. The fact that it was a daughter res01 'ts ol pleasure,where scarce a oloud appeared tbe men of to-day, like tares among wheat, are 
was the first agreeable surprise — alike to mother, to mar the joyousness of our existence. Yet those found those who, deprived either by nature or by 
father and brother—and the almost-as-soon-discov- da Y s were quickly passed, and we were called to P ractice > iivo and act in a manner worthy ouly of 
ered fact, (in the eyes of nurse and tho rest of P’^t with friends long enjoyed—friends who had the darlier ages The lives aud conduct of such 
womankind thereabouts,) that it was a perfect child shared the happiest llpurs of our existence, whose men ’ labelled “ old logy-ism,” and « one idea-ism,” 
and “the very image of its paternal ancestor,” (did waging laugh and answering smile seemed’almost I ar ® heltl up as exam P lea to others, and as proper 
yon ever hear of an heir that did not, in extreme indispensable to our happiness. And now when ob ' oc,s for the B00rn an d contempt of the “fast” 
infancy, possess this gratifying characteristic in an the parting words “remember me” are brought I individaals ul ' tl,e a S p . who “pass by on the other 
eminent degree?) nearly overcame the various to mind, with what vividness do they recall the sid< V’ than lHl 1 SUoiJtbatf/wy“arenotasofAermen.” 
members of the household, save and except the remembrance of scenes which have long, long been Comparing the past and present, we easily make 
chronicler of this veritable history wLo was pre- treasured in memory’s jeweled casket. Ah the the deduction that society has advanced: that the 
pared for such a development, hallowed reminiscences of the unforgotten past! pet T le of ,he P resent day are more civilized, more 
There was a sensation in the family and neigh- Now oft do they come stealing o'er us, robbing life enli gLtened, more free, happier aud richer than 
borhood, as there always is on such occasions.— of half its sorrows. What a multitude of tender re- th ose of a few centuries »go. As a sequence to 
Though anticipated, the event seemed remarkable, collections cluster around thosesimple words words tllis dcductiotl “rises the question, to what influence 
and the “I wonders," “yon don’tsayso's’” “can it be shedding a halo bright, to gild life’s stormy way is tbis advanccm ent attributable, and who are the 
possible,” •• to think it’s a girl, too,” were numerous; Perhaps it is the last request of a sainted friend I meQ tbat have been instrumental in thus changing 
and what with the many inquiries and congratula- one which should keep us from the many vices 1,16 eba nicter of society? 
tious from immediate neighbors and more distant which surround us and guide us in the path of vir Tbe advent of> a ny newly discovered truth, when 
friends, the young stranger’s advent caused a nota- tue and peace—cheer us when the once recognized as Such, gives to tho discoverer a 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. % . -. r uuuu '' n impasswie Oars o, 
“ONE IDEA-ISM ” ° Ul tcnct M >rnn chabie distances. And at night, as 
__* 1 walked along, the moonlight falling all around 
That we live in a “fast age,” is a fact, of which “ c out of tbut fathomk ' ss sky, I felt as if to lie 
the proof is so palpable as to render a demonstra- dowu 011 ^ ie Barid would be blessed, and to sleep 
lion unnecessary. Among these evidences, by no tbcre 6 lorious > if I could hut dream once more of 
means a slight one is the consciousness of bless- h° me ‘" 
ings received, which is manifested by so largo a Wil1 nolthis voicc from the Orient find an echo 
portion of the present generation. It has been "i each heart that over roamed from the loved ones 
lamented in the past, that nations and individuals, at bom '- ? A response from every one who has 
when prospered, have lost sight of the peculiar ad J 0Urncd as a stranger in some strange land?— 
favor they have enjoyed. Y r ct, such is not now the Yt ' 8 ’ il wilb ' , lie sentiment is one kindred to the 
case. Judging by public speeches and printed ^veliest feelings of the human heart, 
eloquence, orators and authors have chosen for What a beautiful thought is the one we have 
tiieir text, “He hath not dealt so with any nation.” Sfven te italics. It suggests so many pleasant 
Whatever i3 said or written is with special refer- Emories, so many cherished associations that 
ence to this subject, interspersed, by way of varie- 8teal ov ’ r Hie heart like sweet music, soothing as 
ty, with a certain pliarisaical contempt, for those balm aud sweet ns the odor of roses, 
v, ho have failed to keep pace with the advance of The traveler stood before a Temiiie three tlmn- 
Tiie following extract from “ Passages of Eastern rcturned > for she was not yet sufficiently humbled. 
Travels,” will meet with a ready response from ******** 
every heart that bus had its dearest feelings nurtur- From the windows of tho Homestead the red 
ed amid the genial influences of home: flag of the auctioneer is streaming, while up and 
“There is a fireside in a far off land by which, down the broad staircase and through the dark, 
could I but warm my cold and weary feet to-night, gloomy parlors, strangers are passing and repass- 
I would lie dowu and sleep such a sleep as God big, scanning with eager eyes the various articles 
giveth his beloved. Sometimes I think I have not piled around them, and casting curious glances 
slept for months; aud I have not, save only that towards the closed door of the room whore the 
dreamy, restless sleep, that is filled with visions of former mistress of the mansion sits weeping in 
dear faces looking on me through impassible bars or Ler degradation, as she terms it. The mortgage 
out of unapproachable distances. And at night, as which for many years had beeu held by a friend 
I walked along, the moonlight fulling all around Las fallen into other hands, and now the llome- 
mc out of that fathomless sky, I felt as if lo lie stead with every tiling pertaining to it must be 
dowu on the sand would be blessed, and to sleep sold, while for her there is in all the world no spot 
there glorious, il I could but dream once more of she can call her home. It is true that one of the 
• villagers whom she was wont to slight, whispered 
ml! not this voice from the Orient find an echo in her presence ol the “Poor House” which was 
in each heart that ever roamed from the loved ones meant for such as she, but from tin's she shrinks as 
at home? A response from every one who has from a living tomb, and as the soft ripple of the 
adjourned as a stranger in some strange land?— Chicopee falls on her ear the mad thought enters 
Yes, it will. I lie sentiment is one kindred to the her brain that in that rolling river she will find a 
loveliest feelings of the human heart. resting place. 
AVhat a beautiful thought is the one we have Slowly tlie hours creep on and at last all around 
jhen in italics. It suggests so many pleasant is still. The hoarse voice of the auctioneer is 
nemories, so many cherished associations that hushed, the people have gone, and in anxious sus- 
iteal over tho heart like sweet music, soothing as pense she awaits the issue, wondering why her 
lalm ami sweet as tho odor of roses. room, which contains many an article of value, 
The traveler stood before a Temple three thon- Las been undisturbed. There is the sound or foot- 
,and years old. The ruins were eloquent with the ste P 9 upon the stairs. The village lawyer outers 
The traveler stood before a Temple three thon- Las been undisturbed. There is the sound of foot- 
sand years old. The ruins were eloquent with the ste P 9 np<m the stairs. The village lawyer outers 
name and fame of the great Sesostris; and yet, aud Lowing respectfully places in her hand a pa- 
standing there in the moonlight, upon the glitter- P'-’ r , which he bids her read; but her eyes are dim 
ing sands of Egypt, and by the side of the swift with tears, so lie tells her it is a Deed to her of the 
flowing, wonderful Nile, even there with anxious Homestead, which, freed from all incumbrances is 
heart, the Howadjii turned his thoughts toward a now restored to her. 
far oil land and a home around which clustered Perfectly bewildered Mrs. Mortimer starts to 
associations so dear, and in which was a shrine so Lor feet exclaiming, “You do hut mock my mis- 
sacreij. What mattered it that the faces of the er .V. It cannot he. Who has done it?” 
colossal statues looking upon the moonlit scenery 1'lre lie could answer there glided through tho 
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individuals of the age, who “pass by on the other 
side, thankingGon tbatthey“are notasot/nrinen,” 
Comparing the past and present, we easily make 
the deduction that society lias advanced; that the 
people of the present day are more civilized, more 
enlightened, more free, happier and richer than i 
colossal statues looking upon the moonlit scenery l'^ r e lie could answer there glided through tho 
around, and upon him—the sight seeker of another °P e *> door a slight female form, aud when the 
continent? Other faces “through impassible bars" heavy crape veil, which almost swept the floor, 
looked in upon liirn “out of unapproachabledia- was thrown back, it disclosed to view the face of 
tances,” and these with their old time associations* Nellie Mortimer, now ripened into a splendid 
were forgotten. This “thought of a kingly intel- i woman of twenty-live. 
leet” gave way to a thought more humble but also 
more potent for good. 
But not alone from Egyptian ruins come these 
yearnings for home. Bayard Taylor tells us of them 
“I have done it,” she said—“done it for the sake 
of him whom we both loved and lost.” 
" You, Nellie, you/” said Mrs. Mortimer; “you, 
who hail scarce a penny to keep you from starva- 
as he traveled the places of Central Africa; and tion—how could you do it?” 
,, . . tue and peace—cheer us when the sorrows and ills 
hie and novel excitement in and about onr long- of life come o’er us. Treasured words that tell 
time quiet domicil mor e than tongue can speak, a loved friend’s last 
To one member of the family, however, the ar- request,—“remember me.” Mario v 
rival was a perfect enigma. When told by the Wilson, Niagara Co., N. Y., 1857. 
Doctor that he had a Christmas present, little —_ _ _ 
Halfa’s eyes glistened.but on being further inform- Love of Cnn urkm 'ivn 
ed that it was a baby sister, he was altogether in- nre^Ielv T DOt ,° f the tnm ' 
credulous-supposing the-promised gift, must be children: “wheie” a^TctooTr . *** “° 
some toy, nuts or candy—and when the truth of the “the flv tran-al \ i f ■ jU " man - s *‘ave it, 
assertion was finally verified, his actions and ques me not o To i . um" f‘‘f °“ ^ wal1 "- tel1 
tions were novel and numerous. The thought that the ti-nnr nil nn-^' '• s U1 e nights and days, of 
he had at last got a real, live baby sister—just what not; I care not foTtlies# 1 tWag^ llod"” T 
tb, lo»» bo, h»d long desired and prayed for- child,eu for mnon a,J ,.“,“1* 
Love of Children.—T ell me not of the trim, 
precisely arranged homes where there are no 
children: “where,” as the good Germans have it, 
“the fly-traps always hang strait on the wall ”_tell 
ine not of tho never-disturbed nights and days, of 
the tranquil unanxioua hearts where children are I 
The advent of any newly discovered truth, when 
once recognized as such, gives to tho discoverer a 
certain character and pre-eminence among men; a 
pre-eminence which is accorded him on account 
of his having taken a step in some direction in ad¬ 
vance of the rest of his race, and which lie has 
taken by virtue of a certain something in his men¬ 
tal constitution, called genius ,'a term well enough 
understood, yet, like time and space, incapable of 
even he, who has beeu but a day’s journey from 
"that spot of sweetest sanctities, tho spot called 
home," as Dr. Chapin terms il, has experienced the 
same sensations, although perhaps less intense. 
Ont I lot' see?.— We always look upon our houses 
as mere temporary lodgings. We are always 
hoping to get larger and finer ones, or are forced 
some way or other to live where wo do not choose, 
aud in continual expectation of changing our 
place of abode. In the present state of society 
was too much for his equanimity, and lie was in a 
nervous ecstacy of delight for days. Many moons unselfish, and full of kindjv sympathies and am7 
before, he impulsively said to his mother on one nr. “muiy sympauues and altoc- 
casioij, while regretting that he had no brother or ou r faculties'^ extended t0 CaH 
sister for a playmate— “ Well, ma, if God will onlv i - , xtended enterprise and exertion; 
be kind to L opoc. and 21 m£?,T«c,^ 7,”“ °“ r ^ »«<l h.,p, 
never aak bin] to be kind lo meagaiu!" Tbe dear tt,'i;l!tp n™ 8 ’ u 'b‘ler beai b. M, soul blesses 
'"film, "°'| ” h pUiM k * w “ *’*» «» with uwe'eLd 
all children who have neither brother or sister _ y owta ' 
with iv bom to pass and make merry the innocent Orkdienff in r, m now*.* t* * i ,, , 
days aud years of childhood and youth Trouble , v? KD,K> ' C ( E ^in Children.—]T t is unspeakable what 
and sorrow, loncl ineaa of heart Md disappointment “?*?,* * “”»* •' -- 
come „„„ enonj.li to tbe .nos. fn,...^ S 
not; I cure not for tl.ese things^ ZJZZ "?***»?> ■™ “■ l”»Hr«don. 
children for another purpose than merely to iX tl1 ' r “’ mU »/ art, Mleneo, llte. 
up tbe race to enlarge onr hearts, to make ns !! ”” ?°t on< ’ v 7 
being defined. Ifthcn we recognize this something lbis ia in ft h rreat measure unavoidable: but let us 
called genius as tbe mainspring of improvement, a r< -‘ m8mber ' s an avil.and that so far as it is avoid- 
determination of its character also definitely set- ab * e ’Lecoines our duty to check the impulse.— 
ties the relative rank and merits of the moderate 11 is 9UrcI T a subject for serious thought, whether 
tinmnrl »>in n .. .. z j _? •« « Jnirrlit not Ln l.r,**,-... .. *r *_ . . , • 
realize how great is the misfortune of those who 
have no suitable playmates and conipanious in 
early life! 
But let us return to Halpa. The baby was and 
still is a wonder to him, and though quite a phi¬ 
losopher, he is yet very inquisitive, asking many 
curious questions. While admiring baby tbe 
other day, lie suddenly expressed hie surprise thus 
emphatically-” Only to think. ma,f,hot Gonshoulrl 
not only send me a little sister, hut such a beauti¬ 
ful. beautiful baby!” The modest boy had not pur-! 
ticularizcd in Ills aspirations—it wus only a lioe' 
nippiness ana wickedness in after life, to be early 
taught absolute obedience; there must be no hesi¬ 
tating or asking why, but what a mother says must 
at once he done. The young twig bends easily, 
but remember that in after years it becomes hard, 
and you will break before you can bend it. A little 
steadiness at first, will savdyou many years sorrow. 
bile you insist upon obedience, however, you must 
take care that you do not provoke the child, and 
tempt it to disobedience by unreasonable and fool¬ 
ish commands. “Provoke not your children to 
wrath; ’ and when it iB necessary to punish them, 
see that it never ho done violently, and in a pas¬ 
sion, but as a duty.. 
names long received as the exponents of genius- 
tVe behold Paussky laboring Jong years, intent 
on the idea of restoring a lost art to the world.— 
We behold Fulton consuming a lifetime in the 
endeavor to mould an idea into a tangible form. 
The minds of Kepler and Newton conceived the 
idea of a principle at work in the Universe which 
man understood not, and tiieir life enduring labor 
demonstrated beyond controversy the laws by 
which It operates. Virgil was content if he com- 
posed four lines per day, and Co wfek often labored 
a half hour on a single line; while Luther, 
Wesi.f.y and their compeers toiled and endured 
even to the grave, intent on the one great idea of 
evangelizing the world. If we search through the 
long catalogue of reforms and inventions which 
have so shaken and changed society, wo in every 
instance find men like these, conceiving and exe¬ 
cuting the work. The admiring world calls them 
men of gemus, and enshrines them us benefactors 
ol the race. But they are not men of genius alone 
They are also of that class which the “fast” man’ 
in his wisdom, contemns as a clog to “progression” 
and, thmdorc, easily to bo dispensed with; for 
what is the “ one-idea” man, but one who, peroei v- 
lt might not be better for many of us, if, in attain¬ 
ing a certain position in life, we determined, with 
God’s permission, to choose a house in which would 
we live and die—a home notto be increased by nud- 
ingstone to stone and field to field, lmt which being 
enough for all our wishes at that period, we should 
be resolved to be satisfied with forever. Consider 
this, and also, whether we ought not to be more in 
the habit of seeking honor for our descendants i 
than our ancestors; thinking it better to be nobly 
remembered than nobly horn; and, striving to live 
that our son’s sons, for ages to come, might still 
lead their children reverentially to the doors out 
of which wc have been carried to the grave, saying 
“Look, this was his house; this was his chamber.” 
— lluskui. 
K PERSIAN PRECKPT. 
Forgive thy foes ;—not that alone ; 
Their evil iIihxIk with good repay ; 
Fill those with joy who leave thee none, 
And kiss the hand upraised to slay. 
So does the fragrant sandal how, 
In meek forgiveness, to its doom; 
And o’er the axe, at every blow, 
Sheds in abundance rich perfume. 
Never carry a sword in your tongue to wound 
the reputation of any man. 
i “Have you heard of Florence Vane ?” asked 
[ Nellie. 
. And her mother replied, “The Writer? Yes, but 
what of her?” 
“She stands before you,” was the answer. “By 
, the labor of ray bruin 1 have saved you from want 
in your old age. Unknown to you 1 have watched 
over your interests, and when the hour of need 
arrived, I came and bought for you the Homestead, 
which I freely give to you, asking no return save 
the privilege of once calling you my mother, of 
once having you lay your hand upon my head, 
while you bless me us your daughter,—then 1 will 
leave you forever.” 
“Never,—never,” gasped the half-fuinting woman, 
stretching her arms towards Nkij.ik, who advanced 
to meet her. “Never leave mo till I die,—my more 
than daughter,—my precious child.” 
Another moment and she was kneeling at Nel¬ 
lie’s feet, as Frank had foretold that she one day 
should do. And whoshullsayhisspirit was not there 
to witness tlie perfect reconciliation of his mother 
and his wife? A few short years they lived to¬ 
gether, and last winter, when the snows were piled 
upon the ground, they made for the mother a grave 
by the side of her son, whose remains Imd beon 
brought from the prairie of Illinois and laid in his 
own native churchyard in sight of his childhood’s 
home, where, his faithful Nellie lives, loved aud 
honored by all. 
The clipped-winged bird sings sweetly now, and 
men of learning listen to tho song, wondering 
whence comes the power which thrills the world 
with its touching melody. Ah, they know not of 
the fire In which tho child of genius was purified 
and strengthened for her work, nor of the aching 
void, which neither fame nor praise can fill; for, 
amid the flattery and adulation which comes to 
Nellie as a successlul writer, there are ever sad 
memories of the past,—ol him who, more than any 
one else, would have rejoiced to see her what she 
is, and whoso greatest pride would have boon that 
she, the highly gifted, was his wife. 
Brockport, N. Y,, Jan. 1, 1867. 
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