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CONDUCTED* JfcY AZILE. 
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LINES 
KESrKCTfOI.I.T DEDICATED TO THE BERBAVED MOTHER O 
Ble^ed are the early dead I How blessed! 
*N r S>torms assail 
t ft Tbi ir quiet home, their dreamloss rest, 
•’Beyond the pale 
* ^®Which shuts our world from that of shades, 
, The dove of peace 
Broods over the celestial glades, 
* , And all things cease 
"Which e'er Could interrupt or mar 
The angelic harmony No war, 
No woe, no want, nor gaunt Despair, 
. No fierce desires or passions, there 
Disturb the mind or make the breast 
The abode of evil or unrest. 
Grim Disappointment’s leaden pall. 
No more O'er cherished hopes shall fall; 
No more Ambition point to fame 
And cheat the heart to win—a name. 
No vain delusion- there decoys 
The soui to sin and empty joys, 
Which to the conscience only bring 
Swift-winged lie morse with adder sting. 
“ There tears are wiped from every eye * 
No heart shall mourn, no bosom sigh : 
They hunger not nor thirst again, 
They know no death, nor grief nor pain, 
Who wander by the living streams, 
Their light and heat love's fervent beams. 
The Lamb their daily food shall give ;“ 
We call them dead 'tis they who live. 
And thou, the youthful and the good. 
Who in our midst so lately stood, 
Vainly we turn the Ust'ning car, 
Thy footsteps or t.hy voice to hear. 
Sadly we miss thee, every scene 
Tells to our hearts that thou hast been. 
Vet loved one, our meek prayer shall be 
“ Amen!" for “it is well with thee.” 
* Rev. 7th and 21st Chapters. 
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For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
“WOMAN’S RIGHTS.” 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
OUR LITTLE JAMIE. 
He is a fair-haired, blue-eyed little one—our 
Jamie. Not long has he been with us, for as yet 
his life in mouths is counted. But the infantile 
, charms and endearing ways of bis short baby-hood 
1 'have so won upon our hearts, that a lifetime would 
- not suffice to efface their inomory. Two pearly 
teeth adorn his rosy mouth, and 
“ His smile is like the smile that plays 
Upon a cherub face— 
He is a cherub, though he makes 
Our home his dwelling place. 
No fear that we shall entertain 
And angel unaware— 
That heavenly look upon his face, 
That glory on his hair. 
Reminds us whence the darling came, 
And bids us not forget 
That He who lent the child to us 
Will come to claim him yet.” 
God bless thee, little brother. Tiny voyager, just 
setting out upou iii'o's troubled, tempestuous ocean, 
mauy dangers und trials wilt thou have to encoun¬ 
ter iu thy life's voyage. But may He who dwells 
above, guide thy little bark in safety through them 
all, aud finally moor it securely iu that haven of 
eternal rest, where thou shalt forever dwell with 
that Savior, who, when upon earth took little ones 
in His arms, blessed them, and said “ Suffer little 
children to come unto me and forbid them not, for 
of such is the kingdom of heaven.” 
Rochester, Jan., 1857. Winnie William. 
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SAD CHILDREN". 
There is one thing which strikes me as very 
affecting in the condition of any child. Itis when 
that condition is necessarily a melancholy one— 
when the circumstances which hem it around, cast 
over the surface of that young life an abiding 
gloom. A melancholy child! What an anomaly 
among the harmonies of the universe,a something 
as incongruous lb a bird drooping in a cage, or a 
flower in a sepulchre. The musical laughter muf¬ 
fled and broken; the spontaneous smile transform¬ 
ed to a sad suspicion; and the austerities of ma¬ 
ture life, the fearful speculation, anti forecast of 
^finite iJjKfllairy;. 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
THE SHOULDER TO THE WHEEL. 
TIT CHART.0TTB YOd.VO. 
Thr Rhoulder to the wheel! 
Fellow-mortal faint and low. 
Children m»\- set down and weep, 
But man must up and do. 
In thy mind are idly lying 
Powers that all thy foes outnumber, 
For a purpose never dying, 
Thou caiist rouse them from their slumber ; 
Rouse thee, then, begin to day, 
Man who rules or man who delves — 
Upward look, but ever say, 
God helps those who help themselves 1 
Then shoulder to the wheel I 
For there’s work enough to do. 
For thy country, for thyself, 
For the child that loveth you. 
Naught tlio drooping heart ohtaineth ; 
All the active spirit guincth 1 
In his trial btiUtgth he reapotU, 
Runs the nice another creepeth. 
Rouse thee, then, begin to-day, 
Mau who rules or man who delve*— 
Upward look, but ever sny, 
Gon helps those who help themselves I 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
THE BEAUTIFUL. 
“A CHIP FROM THE OLD BLOCK.” A SKETCH OP JOSEPH SMITH. 
- evil, fixed and frozen on the boy's face! And then 
Permit me through the medium of your columns the sorrow of a child is so absorbing; for he lives 
to make a few remarks, relative to the much abused 
and much talked about “ Woman's Rights.'' First 
let me ask what constitutes these "Rights," and 
who are the usurpers thereof ? 
The proper sphere of woman is an Heaven 
ordained one, and men in civilized, enlightened 
countriesaccord to them their peculiar Rights; or 
if they do not, then they deny the end for which 
they were created and become usurpers. Some 
women, of the present day, are endeavoring to get 
for themselves a name or fame by mingling in party- 
strife. Could they secure for females the privi¬ 
lege of the Ballot Box, I cannot believe any 
intelligent, noble-minded woman, truo to her interests, 
and the welfare of her family, would be willing to 
only in the present. In the afflictions which fall 
upou him, man has the aid of reason and faith; he 
looks beyond the present issue; he detects the 
significance of his calamity, and strengthened 
thus, a brave heart can vanquish any sorrow. But 
as Richter beautifully says, “The little cradle or 
bcd-canopy of the child is easier daikene I than 
the starry canopy of man." Surely, then, it is a 
blessed thiug to contribute aught that will lighten 
this gloom, and place the child iu natural condi¬ 
tions.— Humanity in the City. 
A MORAL AND EXAMPLE. 
“Listen,” said I, “listen and attend, and you 
descend from the holy and sacred precincts of have a moral and example. When the wasp 
Hume, to sacrifice and degrade the finer sensibili¬ 
ties of the soul in associations not congenial to 
her nature. IV ouid she benefit herself or mankind 
by so doing? I say not; but rather retard or im¬ 
pede the wheels of government by impairing the 
spring from whence all good motives or actions 
originate — the Family Circle. Who deuies the 
powerful influence a virtuous intelligent woman 
may exert over her family? 
Mothers, to us has been committed a privilege 
far superior to the depositing of votes in the Bal¬ 
lot Box. Protected from the meddler, or the eye 
of the curious, we have the unfolding of that “bud 
of promise," the miniature mau, the lending of the 
twig, and training of the immortal mind, and shall 
we so far forget our high calling, as even to desire 
to depart from it? No, no; let us not become 
the usurpers of our own Rights, hut shun the 
shoals and quicksands upon which we might wreck 
our happiness and the well-beiug o( our children. 
And here allow me to suggest a few bints how we 
may ami can successfully and satisfactorily “train 
up” the child mentally to the stature of an honest 
intelligent man—“ the noblest work ol' Gon.” Let 
us get to ourselves those sterling virtues which 
are indisputably “Woman's Rights” arid impart, 
them by precept and example, and withul to get 
much wisdom, read much aud think more. We 
may graduate with all the “ Honors of the Institu¬ 
tion,” bui unless we exercise the same it will avail 
us nothing and we retrograde. 1 would cast no 
reflections upon my own sex, but so far as my ob¬ 
servation extends, it is a lamentable fact that 
women read too little, and what they do read, is 
evil and fictitious. How many will devote days 
and weeks, aye, months, adorning the body 1o the 
exclusion of the mind, and excuse themselves for 
lack of time. I aver if women would read more 
and the right kind of literature, we should have 
far less gossiping and redeem our character from 
that foul imputation. The mind needs food as well 
as the body, and if we do not obtain the good it 
will seize the pernicious. 
I call upon you young ladies and married ladies to 
walk forth into the field of action and reading, 
select yonr literatnre, direct the current of 
thoughts, discijiline the miud, expand thesoul. and 
thereby secure to yourselves those Heaven-bom 
Rights which no one can wrest from you. 
Lodi, N. Y., Jan., 1857* Almt. 
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John Randolph, some years before his death, 
wrote to a friend as follows:—“1 used to be called 
a Frenchman because I took the French side in 
politics; and though that was unjust, yet the truth 
is, I should have been a French atheist, if R had 
not been for one recollection, and that was the 
memory of the time my departed mother used to 
take my little hands in hers and cause me, on my 
knees, to say, “ Our Father who an in Heaven.” 
Companions, —What is companionship, where 
nothing that improves the intellect is communi¬ 
cated, aud where the larger heart contracts itself 
to the model and dimension of the smaller?_ 
Diogenes. 
now in the window entered the room, yin Hew at 
it with all kinds of violence. I wonder it didn’t 
sting every one of yon. Now, iu future, let a wasp 
when it comes in, have its little bout, and make its 
little noise. Don’t stir a muscle—don’t move a 
lip—be quiet as the statue of Venus or Diana, or 
anybody of that sort, until the wasp seems Inclined, 
as at this moment, to settle. Then do as I do now.” 
Whereupon, dipping the feather end of a pen in 
the cruet of salad oil, 1 approached the wasp, and 
in the softest and tendorest manner possible, just 
oiled it upon the body—the black and yellow— 
like a green waistcoat, when down it fell, turned 
upon its back, and was dead in a minute. “There, 
girls,” said I, “see what kindness and a little oil 
does. Now, here's my moral and example. When 
a husband comes home in an ill humor, don’t cry 
out aud Uy at him, hut try a little oil—in fact, treat 
your husbaud like a wasp.” 
The Beautiful Mystery of Infancy. —There 
is no sentiment more natural to thoughtful minds 
than that of reverence for childhood. Many 
sources both of mystery and love meet in the in¬ 
fant. life. While we look on the “child as the 
father of the man,” yet cannot tell of what kind 
of man all the possible varieties of character and 
Tub beautiful, the beautiful. 
It glenraeth on joy view, 
In every golden Funbeam, 
That lusseth e'en the dew. 
It dtvellolh iu the human soul. 
It fla-beth from the eye, 
It hidelh in the floivret. 
It wuveth with the rye. 
It talketh with the gurgling brook, 
It aingeth with the bird, 
It run in-tb withlhe river. 
It gnuseth with the herd. 
The beautiful, the beautiful, 
It liveUl with our life. 
It fulletb with the tear-drop, 
It dieth with our death. 
Doolittle Seminary, Rochester, Feb., 1857. j. m. s. 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker 
TAKING STOCK. 
Evening came and I was alone, and as I am 
sometimes accustomed to do, I begau to meditate. 
Do you ask what was uppermost in my mind?_ 
That which was lightest of course. Do not the 
light things rise arid the weighty sink down? It 
often requires an effort to elevate in our minds 
those thiugs which are most worthy of our 
thoughts, and from the contemplation of which 
we derive the most profit. 
As it was early iu the new year, at a time when 
old accounts arc closed up and new ones are open¬ 
ed, I full, naturally enough, to thinking of some of 
those precautions and doings which contribute 
much to ourwordly prosperity. Among others I 
thought of the practice amoug our merchants of 
taking stuck. At a certain season of the year, or 
at. certain periods in his business, every merchant 
who would guard himsotf against failure, who 
would know just where and how he stands, what 
he has done and what are his means and prospects 
of doing, takes down Ins broadcloths, silks, cali¬ 
coes, de laities, and oUier goods, from the shelves, 
measures them yard by yard, marks on each piece 
what remains or it, and returns it again to the place 
whence it was taken. The buttons and the spools of 
thread, the needles and the pius are all numbered. 
The scales and the measure are brought into 
requisition, not to determine the amount of this 
or that article which this or that customer is to 
receive, hut to ascertain what remains in hand 
together with its value. This ts taking stock. The 
merchant thus learns what is necessary to replen¬ 
ish his store of goods. lie brings his reckonings 
together, finds what he has sold during the year 
and what have been his profits. 
Now, without further elucidation, are not the 
Advantages which ho derives from such a course, 
fully apparent? But I could not help thinking 
where passion pants and dies. Infancy is so natu¬ 
rally suggestive, it is live representative of such 
various possibilities, that it would be strange did 
we not regard It with a feeling of wonder. 
Pretty Custom of tuk Polish Girls. —At 
Warsaw, the annual fete of “floating crowns” was 
recently celebrated, and it attracted, as usual, a 
large crowd of spectators of all classes. It con¬ 
sists in the young girls of the city carrying wreaths 
of roses, decked with ribbons, to the Vistula, cast¬ 
ing them into the river, and watching Ihem as they 
are carried away by the current. The manner in 
which they are borne along by the wuters is sup¬ 
posed to predict the future destiny of those to 
whom they belong, and accordingly the girls make 
demonstrations of joy or sorrow. A somewhat 
similar practice is prevalent among the young 
girls of India. . 
A black cloud makes the traveler mend his pace 
and mind his home; whereas a fair day and a 
pleasant way waste his time, and that stealetb 
away his affections in the prospect of the country. 
However others may think of it, jet I take it as a 
mercy, that now and then, some clouds come be¬ 
tween me and my sun, and many times some 
troubles do conceal my comforts; for I perceive, if 
I should And too much friendship in my inn, in my 
, . * pilgrimage, I should soon forget my father’s house, 
On, my heart, if thou desirest ease in this life, and my heritage. 
keep thy secrets undisclosed like the modest rose- _ -% , »_ 
bud; take warning from the lovely flower, which, Is not every face beautiful in our eyes which 
by expanding iu hitherto hidden beauties, when habitually turns towards us with affectionate, guile- 
in full bloom, gives its happiness to the winds. less smiles? 
geometry, trigonometry and surveying? What of 
astronomy, chemistry and other sciences? Whntof 
the languages wo have studied? But these belong 
more particularly to the schools, and we leave hem 
for something more general. Of history have we 
read little, or, having read much, have we, by neg¬ 
lect, allowed tlio facts and the lessons which we 
learned to fade from our minds? 
To begin at home, what do we know of the his¬ 
tory of our own country? What are the most 
important periods in its history, and what are the 
transactions that give to them their importance? 
What do we know of our gTeat men?_of Wash¬ 
ington what?—when was he born—when did he 
die? In what did his greatness consist? What 
are the great facts in his life? Do we knowthem? 
or do we simply know that be led our armies du¬ 
ring the Revolutionary war, and was our first 
President? Are we American citizens? How 
much do we really and actually know about the 
government of our country? What of its theory, 
and what of its practical workings? 
But I will not multiply examples. Each can do 
it for hi nisei I, —aud a lew will suffice to hIiow most, 
persons how indefinite and meagre is the know¬ 
ledge which they possess; while, by thus keeping 
the various subjects which they hare studied be¬ 
fore the mind, they will be less likely to lose what 
they have already gained, and will be continually 
striking upon new mines of intellectual wealth.— 
While by rules the most exact we regulate and 
conduct our pecuniary and commercial affairs, let. 
ns not be indifferent or less careful about those 
things which adorn, ennoble, and strengthen the 
mind. Imlac. 
There is no disputing this fact; it shines in the 
face of every little child. The coaue, bawling, 
scolding woman, will have coarse, vicious, bawling, 
fighting children. She who cries on every occa¬ 
sion, “I’ll box your ears—I’ll slap your jaws—1’il 
break your neck,” is known as thoroughly through 
her children, as if her unwomanly manuers were 
openly displayed in the public streets! 
These remarks were suggested by the conversa¬ 
tion in an omnibus—that noble institution for the 
student of men and manners — between a friend 
and a schoolmaster. Our teacher was caustic, 
mirthful, and sharp. His wit Unshed like the 
polished edge of a diamond, and kept the “ buss” 
in a “roar.” The entire community of insiders— 
and whoever ii intimate with these conveyances 
can form a pretty good idea of our numbers—in¬ 
clusive of the “ one more" so well known to the 
fraternity, turned their heads, eyes and ears one 
way, and finally our teacher said: 
“ I can always tell the mother by the hoy. The 
urchin who draws back with doubled fists, and 
lunges at his playmate if he looks at. him askance, 
has a very questionable mother. She ruay feed 
him and clothe him, cram him with sweetmeats, 
and coax him with promises, hut if she gets mad, 
she fights. She will pull him by the jacket; she 
will give him a knock in the hack; she will drag 
him by the hair; she will call him all sorts of wick¬ 
ed names, while passion plays over her red face in 
larabient flames that curl and writhe out at the 
corners of her eyes. 
And we never see the courteous little fellow 
with smooth locks and gentle manners—in whom 
delicacy does not detract from courage or manli¬ 
ness, but we say * that boy's mother is a true lady.’ 
Her words and her ways are soft, loving and quiet 
If she reproves, her language 53,‘my son’ — not 
‘you little wretch — you plague of my life— you 
torment—you scamp!’ 
She Lovers before him as the pillar of light be¬ 
fore the wandering Israelites, and her heams are 
BY WILLIAM H. PAYNH. 
Thirty yeai-3 ago, there lived near Palmyra, 
Wayne county, New York, an obscure individual 
whose name lias since become familiar to the world. 
That, individual was Joseph Smith, the Mormon 
prophet. A sketch of the person’s life is interest¬ 
ing, not because we find anything in his character 
to admire, but because it presents to our view the 
origin of Mormonism—on ; of the most extravagant 
humbugs that, the world has ever witnessed. The 
idoa of a new religion originating in a person pos¬ 
sessing less than ordinary abilities, and rapidly in¬ 
creasing in number till both the Old and New 
World contains multitudes of proselytes, is a sub¬ 
ject of much interest.. To give the reader an idea 
of the origin of this singular 6ect. is the object of 
the present essay. 
The family of which Joseph was a member was 
large, and remarkable neither for intelligence nor 
industry. His father posse- s -d a visionary miud i 
ami cherished the notion t hat a prophet would arise 
out ol his family. It is hard to say why he should 
arrive at this conclusion, yet the means of accom¬ 
plishing his wishes were evidently in his own 
power, for it was soon announced to the world that 
a brother of Joseph was the expected prophet. Jt 
is evident that this appointment was not made ly 
Divine authority, else so serious a mistake could 
not have occurred, for the prophet suddenly died 
—died of surfeit—of eating too mneh raw turnip! 
The hopes of the ambitious father were not to be 
blasted by this unfortunate occurrence; for it was 
soon known to the people of Stafford street, where 
they resided, that Joseph was the successor of his 
brother. 
In order t.o obtain a clear idoa of the prophet’s 
career, it will be necessary to refer to his early 
years. The boyhood of Joseph was passed on the 
farm with his father. During the winter months 
he attended the district school, where he acquired 
the little knowledge which he possessed. He is 
remembered by his schoolmates as being idle, and 
reflected in his face. To him, the word mother is somewhat vicious, and was regarded by ali as a 
synonymous with every thing pure, sweet, and 
beautiful. Is he an artist? In after life, the face 
that with holy radiance shines on his canvas, will 
be the mother-face. Whoever flits across his path 
very dull scholar. As a young man, his prospects 
were anything but cheering. He was engaged in 
no steudy employment, and might often have been 
found lounging around the bar-rooms ol Palmyra 
with sunny smiles, ami soft low voice, will bring in company with persons as worthless and idle as 
‘mother’s’ image freshly to hisheart. ‘She is like 
my mother,* will be the highest meed of his praise. 
Not even when the hair turns silver, and the eye 
grows dini, will the majesty of that life and pres¬ 
ence desert him. 
But, the ruffian mother—alas! that there ere such 
—will form the ruffian character of the man.” 
himself. This was the general character of Joseph 
Smith up to the time of his prophetic career, and 
no one. would have surmised that he was to become 
the founder of a new religion, or an inglorious 
martyr at Nauvoo. 
Joseph's prophetic powers were first directed to 
the acquisition of wealth, and money digging soon 
We wonder not that there are so many awkward, engaged the attention of the family, and a part of 
ungainly men in society—they have all been train¬ 
ed by women wlio knew not nor cared for the 
holy nature of their trust. They have been made 
bitter to the heart’s core, and that bitterness will 
find vent and lodgment somewhere, Strike the 
infant in anger, and be will, if ho cannot reach 
you, vent his passion by beating the floor, the chair, 
or any inanimate thing within reach. Strike him 
repeatedly, and by the time he wears shoes, he 
the neighborhood. Night after night these families 
labored, urged on by visions of untold wealth.— 
Excavations were made iu hillside and valley, but 
Fortune, the fickle goddess, refused to smile upon 
them. Their golden visions were fruitless; the 
prophecy was false. 
At this state of affairs a circumstance occurred 
which retrieved the waning hopes of the prophet, 
and gave a new direction to his genius. This was 
will have become a little bully, with hands that ,he discovery of the Book of Mormon, or Mormon 
double for fight as naturally ns if especial pains 
had been taken to teach him the art of boxing. 
OBEDIENCE, DILIGENCE, TRUTH. 
It is said that when the mother of Washington 
was asked how she had formed the character of 
her son, she replied that she had early endeavored 
to teach him three things. — obedience, diligence 
and truth. No better advice can be given by any 
parent. 
Bible. This event proved to be tlio origin of Mor- 
m on ism—the feeble germ which produced the tree 
of giant proportions, whose branches have extend¬ 
ed over a large part of the known world. It, was 
pretended by the prophet that this record was found 
on a hill, below the surtace of the ground, written 
on plates of gold. This being transcribed by a 
mysterious process, became the work now known 
as the Mormon Bible. This is the fabulous account 
of its origin. Us authentic history isasfollows:— 
It was written by a Vermont clergyman named 
Teach your children to obey. Let it bo the first Spaulding. R was intended merely as a work of 
lesson. You can hardly begin too soon. It re- fiction, and was entitled “The Manuscript Found.” 
quires constant care to keep up the habit of obe- The author died before its circulation, aud, after 
dienco, and especially to do it in such a way as not 
to break down the strength of the child's char¬ 
acter. 
Teach your children to be diligent. The hal it 
of being always employed is a great safe-guard 
various fortunes it fell into the hands of Joseph 
Smith, who at once made it necessary to his am¬ 
bitious schemes. 
It is probable that this book owes its origin to 
that sentiment which prompts ub to venerate old 
fate appear for the moment to be collected into that this practice of taking stock, could he very 
that diminutive consciousness; that which may profitably appropriated and applied in many de- 
be the germ of any, is felt as though H were the partmeuls where it is now almost entirely uuknown. 
germ of all; the thread of life, which from our Is it not applicable to intellectual life? Suppose 
hand that holds it, runs forward into instant dark- at certain times—I am not going to say when or 
ness, entwines itself there into a thousand fila- how often—we should overhaul our intellectual 
meats, ami leads us over every track and scene of stores, and, of all that we have accumulated, see 
human things: here through passages where pov- what remains in the memory. Let, us put ourselves 
erty crawls; there to the fields where glory lias its uncicr examination. If we have been blessed 
race; here to the midnight lake where meditation w ’ 1 *' ^ ,e opportunities of obtaining a good edu- 
fioats between two heavens; there to the arid sands cat '“ n —what do we know of mathematics—of 
through life, as well as essential to the culture of manuscripts which contain an account of men and 
almost, every virtue. Nothing can he more foolish times long since passed away, it professed to be 
than an idea which parents have, that it is t ot the history of a people which had its origin at the 
respectable to set their children to work. Flaying time of the confusion of tongues, and whose pro- 
is a good thing, innocent recreation is an employ- pket’s name was Mormon. The style of the book 
meat, and a child may learn to be diligent in that isin Imitation of the Holy Bible, but in point of 
as iu other things; hut let them learn to be useful, beauty of diction, sublimity of character, and divi- 
As to truth, it is the one essential thing. Let nity of its Author, it holds no comparison. The 
everything else be sacrificed rather than that.— only work with which the Mormon Bible can be 
Without it, what dependence can you place on compared is the Koran. Each is the oracle of a 
your child? And be sure to do nothing yourself false religion,—the author of each was an impostor. 
to give the lie to yonr own precepts. Well may Mormonism blush at Us parentage.— 
Learning is not wisdom: we may master all the The life of its founder exhibits no feature worthy 
lore of antiquity, be conversant with all the writ- of Imitation, and his character is associated with 
iugs, the sayings aud the actions of the mighty all that is vicious and immoral. Mormonism it- 
dead — we may fathom science, read t o beavi ns, self is but a specious humbug, whose vital prinei- 
miderstand their laws and their revolutions, dive pal is polygamy. Such is the man — such the reli- 
into mysteries of matter, and explain the pkenom- gi° n of which he was the founder. 
cna of earth and air; yet if we are not able to --*-♦- 
weigh our own actions aud requirements with the a moment. 
action of others in the balance of even-handed, im- A moment is a mighty thing, 
partial justice, and repine not at the verdict; if we Beyond the (tout's imagining ; 
have not yet obtained the perfect Ituowledge and *’°r in it, though we trace it i 
government of ourselves, and strictly and faithfully ,low much n,,Jre Cn,wiln ° r vfl 
„ . . . . , How much of life, lift# can no 
maintained the secret spring of minds, the oun- . 
? ’ Darts onward to eternity I 
tain of our opinions and motives of our action, if WhUo Tncant h ,, uni ol bt . RUtj 
we have not yet learned that “ love is the fulfilling Their magic o'er some yielded 
of the law”— we are not wise — we are ns yet only Ah 1 little do the h.tppy gu<-»i 
on the threshold of knowledge.— The Home. The *um of human wn-tchcdn 
Success in Life.-Wc arc all inclined to pur- u, «« „ g , 
, , , . .... , . How frequent mcni rnR thp funeral knoll, 
sue too keenly, and to value too highly, what is what noble heart u breaking, 
called success iu life, which means a good estate, While myriad* to thnirtmnb descend 
a distinguished social position, power, iulluence Without a mourner, creed, or friend, 
and consideration. All the dements that mould [ Richard Montgomery. 
the growing mind tend to strengthen this passion.-- 
Open the common biographies which are written Nature’s Fashion.— There is one fashion that 
for our children, and what do you find set down never changes. The sparkling eye, the coral lip, 
in them? This man, when he was a boy, was do- the rose leaf blushing on the cheek, the elastic 
A MOMENT. 
A moment is a mighty thing, 
Beyond the soul's imagining ; 
For in it, though we trace it not. 
How much there crowds of varied lot I 
How much of life, lift* can not see. 
Darts onward to eternity I 
Whilo vacant hours ol beauty roll 
Their magic o'er some yielded soul, 
Ah ! little do the happy guess 
The sum of human wretchedness ; 
Or dream, amid the *oft farewell 
That time of them Is taking, 
How frequent mourns the funeral knell, 
What noble heart is breaking, 
While myriad* to their tomb descend 
Without a mourner, creed, or friend. 
[Richard Montgomery. 
Nature’s Fashion. —There is one fashion that 
never changes. The sparkling eye, the coral lip, 
cile, diligent and frugal, he studied hard, he was 
never idle, and never naughty, ho made friends, he 
step, are always in fashion. Health — rosy, boun¬ 
cing, gladsome health—is never out of lasliion; 
acquired knowledge, ho laid up all the money that w hat pilgrimages are made, what prayers are ut- 
he earned. And what was the result? He be¬ 
came prosperous, and powerful, and rich; he belli 
high offices and enjoyed great honors, and was es¬ 
teemed and exalted, if yon do likewise, you will 
be what ho was, aud gain what he gained. This is 
hut another form of appealing to the love of ex- 
tered for its possession! Failing in the pursuit, 
what treasures are lavished in concealing its loss 
or counterfeiting its charms! 
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Place and CHARACTER.— Place signifies noth¬ 
ing; naturo and philosophy will thrive everywhere, 
celling, rather than the love of excellence,— that provided you mind your business. Never run into 
inferior motive which, though it may quicken the 
faculties, dims the beauty of the soul.— < ,/eorge IS. 
Htlliard. 
a hole and shun company. Let the world have the 
benefit of a good example, and look upon an hon¬ 
est man.— Antoninus. 
