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■Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
DOLLY’S CRADLE, 
BT GENE PRATT. 
’T'vas a cute little cradle, made out of gray willow, 
With bottom and rockers of jcist the right size, 
And a doll-baby’s head lightly pressed the small pillow* 
While blankets tucked ’round, almost hid its blue 
eyes. 
But the red was all gone from Dolly’s plnmp cheeks, 
Both feet broken ofl’, and one arm torn away, 
And it seemed quite worn out with doll-baby freaks, 
As it lay in the cradle neglected that day. 
You think I was childish, but let. me explain 
The weak useless tears that bedewed Dolly’s bed, 
As I held it caressingly, where she had lain 
So oft in my fond arms her bright curly head. 
That dear one was “Dekdy." our darling and pet,— 
The youngest and fairest one of the whole band; 
And this was her baby and cradle, as yet 
She had left it arranged by her own little hand. 
But I had returned to the old home that day, 
Too late for her welcome, and precions caress ; 
Too late for one glimpse of her heantirul clay, 
Ere ’twas laid ’neath the violet sod to its rest. 
Yon may call the tears weak that moisten the flowers 
And the turf that has hidden our darling’s white j 
brow, 
But they who hare tasted of sorrow like ours, 
Will bear -with our weakness more patiently now. 
“ Quaker City,” Ind., 1864. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
WOMAN’S WAGES. 
Why is it that women are so poorly recom¬ 
pensed for their labor? If a man hires fora 
week with a farmer, at the very lowest rates, he 
Will receive six dollars and board for that length 
of time. But if a frail woman hires to work in 
his kitchen, she must be content with one dollar , 
or consider herself well paid if she receives one 
dollar and a quarter! She is not expected to 
complain if the fatigueing task of milking, 
churning, baking, washing, ironing, scrubbing, 
and “cooking for hands’’ is almost too much 
for her strength. Now, why is this ? Does she 
exert her strength less than the man? Or, 
has she a greater amouut of strength than he, 
so that less effort is necessary on her part ? If 
not, why this difference ? Why is it that she 
must rise earlier, and work later, than he? As 
a general thing the man is not required to be at 
work before six o’clock in the morning and is 
allowed to quit at six in the evening, with an 
interval of an hour for dinner. 
Now wc repeat, why is this? You may say 
“ she does not do as hard work as a man.” It is 
just as hard for her. The man does not work as 
long as she does; he has the hours from six in 
the evening, ‘till time lor him to retire to rest; 
also a time for repose in the morning, which 
she is denied. Her work begins with the day, 
and lasts until it is high tune she should be rest¬ 
ing her tired limbs on a comfortable bed. 
If the man is so minded, he can spend these 
hours in mental improvement, with a view to 
bettering his condition in life; or, he may spend 
t hem with aged and infirm parents, comforting 
them with his presence; and, they in turn en¬ 
couraging him with kind words of hope-cheer; 
or, if he has a family he can spend them with it. 
He can be free from other people’s ■work, long 
enough for Ms mind and body, both, to rest; 
she is expected to take the care as well as the 
labor. He can support a parent, a delicate sis¬ 
ter, or both if required, and still have enough to 
supply all his own necessary wants; w hile her 
poor allowance is hardly enough to supply her 
with necessary elothiDg. “ Hardly.” did we say ? 
it is positively not enough; besides, if she is 
taken sick, what is to become of her ? Few, if 
any, of her employers would nurse her and pay 
a doctor’s bill for her; but, as is too often the 
case, she might find a home among some poor, 
but kind friends: and when health returned she 1 
might deny herself some necessary articles of 1 
clothing, in order to pay her doctor’s bill. And 
thus she must toil week after week, with no 1 
hope of ever bettering her condition by her own 
exertions! 
How often, too, does she support a feeble l 
parent, brother, or sister, by her labor and kind 1 
self-denial, and toil on ’till the end of the week, ! 
hoping to go to them and spend the Sabbath — 
the poor man’s gift from God— with them; but 1 
in this too she is too often disappointed; for, 
“ she can’t he spared — going to have company ' 
home from church to-morrow—don’t want to * 
come home from church and go light into 1 
work.’’ And thus the poor girl is cheated out of 1 
what GOD has given to every one alike; for does ( 
he not say, “ Thou, nor thy man servant, nor £ 
thy maid servant,” &c? Who ever heard of a £ 
while vian having to work on the Sabbath as ( 
hard, and sometimes harder , tlian any other ( 
day ? and yet white girls do it, often, very often. ^ 
You may talk of slavery, but w r hat is this? 
May God speed the day when woman shall be * 
rewarded as she deserves lor her labor, and no * 
one dare to point the finger of scorn at her be- * 
cause she dares to work for her living, and to * 
“earn her bread by the sweat of her brow.” * 
May the ablest pens of our land agitate this sub- 1 
joct and show forth to the world the wrong that ‘ 
is perpetrated on woman. 1 
Cadiz Branch, 18B4. Libbie Lintvood. i 
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MY DOVER AND X. 
1 
Leaves and the sun 
Make shadow and shine; , 
I am my love's, 
And my love is mine. 
Waves of the sea 
Sing sweet on the shore; 
I and tny lover 
Will part no more. 1 
[Augusta Moore 1 
GOSSIPPY PARAGRAPHS. 
— Angie, one of our fair correspondents, asks 
: if some one with more wits than she has, will 
tell her how a man can be cured of smoking 
when a wife can neither persuade, nor scold, nor 
reason the case with him to do any good. 
— Mrs. Jessie Fremont, upon learning by 
telegraph of the death of Rev. Thomas Starr 
King, sent the following dispatch to a gentle- 
, man in San Francisco:—” Put violets for me on 
i the coffin of our dear friend who sleeps.” 
— The first instance in England of a woman 
passing a regular and formal examination for 
the medical profession, took place recently in 
London. The new doctor’s name is Miss Eliz¬ 
abeth Garrett. 
— A sad statement is made in one of the 
daily papers of a highly respectable young lady 
in Palmyra, N. Y,, who married a rascal after a 
very short acquaintance, who came home from 
the army, representing himself to he an officer 
with whom she had corresponded. It was 
found — too late — that lie was an imposter and 
a villain. This is only one instance, of many 
within our knowledge, where infatuated young 
women have got into trouble through corres¬ 
pondence with unknown persons in the army. 
It is a dangerous and unwomanly experiment. 
— A chatty correspondent — “Kate,” of 
Cattaraugus Co.— who says she was once flat¬ 
tered by a friend who charged her with being 
the writer of Barbara Moore’s articles, thus 
pictures the commotion which would result in 
her family if her letter should appear:—“ Father 
will laugh and say, ' I guess Kate will be 
somebody after all,’ Mother will smile faintly, 
while ray darling sisters will ‘ cry out and shout’ 
and 1 he considered the flower of the family — 
the salt of the household. Grave uncles, digni¬ 
fied aunts, and awe-inspired cousins would be so 
auxious for the picture of the relative who 
‘wrote that piece.’” We have made up our 
mind to preveut such a commotion this time. 
— Another fair one — “Bell,” of Ohio — 
discussing old widowers, exclaims —“ What un¬ 
der the canopy of heaven is more detestable! Is 
there any thing on earth that can act flatter 
and greener than an old widower of sixty or 
seventy ?” She proceeds to photograph one. 
Look at the picture! “ Be he ever so old, as 
soon as he takes a notion, in his cranium, to 
marry, he is immediately metamorphosed into a 
young man: he can see without glasses, walk 
without a cane, and spring on a horse with all 
the grace of a young man of twenty-five or 
thirty. In the course of time you will see his 
hair turning black, and his face white, all hap¬ 
pening, of course, from mere chauce, for we 
have no idea there is any such thing as hair 
tonic or cosmetics used. Why, ho is one of the 
sweetest men in the world — so good natured, 
jokey and polite.” “ Bell ” thinks this class of 
widowers should move to Utah. She evidently 
feels bad about something. 
— The condition of the poor women of Rich¬ 
mond is thus given:—Female labor is in good 
demand, it is true, but it is miserably compen¬ 
sated. A fair seamstress may work from day¬ 
light until midnight without earning enough to 
purchase a pound of bacon, half a peck of pota¬ 
toes, or two pounds of bread; in other words, 
without earning enough to decently feed a single 
person. Yet these poor women, out of tbeir mis¬ 
erable pittance, are obliged to feed themselves 
and children, and as well to pay house rent, for 
which the charges are as excessive as for other 
necessaries. How, then, do the poor creatures 
live? I heard one of them, to whom this ques¬ 
tion was addressed by a sympathizing Mary¬ 
lander, answer, “We are not living, we are 
dying.” 
EFFECT OF ALIEN NURSING. 
Amidst the mysteries of the human consti¬ 
tution, it is a new idea, but not without, some 
plausibility, that an infant nursed by a woman 
not his mother, will contract some share of any 
marked characteristic belonging to her. lie will 
be the child, not of his parents ouly, but of 
them and of the third person from whom ho 
has derived his first nourishment. The brave 
arc produced by the brave, the good by the < 
good; so declares the old adage. But sometimes 
a worthy couple, living in comfortable circum¬ 
stances, striving to set a good example before : 
their children, and spending much on the educa¬ 
tion of the young people, find that some one of 
their sons is utterly uncontrollable and worth- ( 
less, runs away from all schools, enlists, goes a 
WOUNDED, 
Let me lie down, 
Jn?t here in the shade of this camion tom tree, 
Here, low on the trampled grass, where I may see 
The surge of the combat; and where I may hear 
The glad cry of victory, cheer upon cheer; 
Let ine lie down. 
Oh, It was grand! 
Like the tempest we charged, in the triumph to share; 
The tempest, its fury and thunder were there; 
On, on, o’er intrenchmenta, o’er living and dead, 
With the foe under foot and our flag over head; 
Oh, it was grand! 
Weary and faint. 
Prone on the soldier’s couch, ah, how can I rest, 
With the shot-shattered head, and the sabre pierced 
breast? 
Comrades, at roll-call, when I shall be songlit, 
Say 1 fought till 1 fell, and fell where I fought. 
Wounded and faint. 
Oh, that last charge! 
Right through the dread hell-fire of shrapnel and shell, 
Through without faltering, clear through with a yell, 
Right in their midst, in the turmoil and gloom, 
Like heroes we dashed at the mandate of doom! 
Oh, that last charge! 
It was duty! 
Some things are worthless, and some others so good, 
That nations who buy them pay only in blood; 
For Freedom and Union, each niau owes his part. 
And here I pay my share all warm from my heart; 
It was duty! 
Dying at last! 
My mother, dear mother, with meek, tearfnl eye, 
Farewell! and God bless you, forever and aye! 
Oh that I now lay on your pillowing breast, 
To breathe my last sigh on the bosom first prest; 
Dying at last! 
I am no saint, 
But boys, say a prayer. There’s one that begins: 
“ Our Father,” and then says, “ Forgive us our sins;” 
Don’t forget that part, say it strongly, and then 
I’ll try to repeat it, and you’ll say Amen! 
Ah, I’m no saint. 
Hark!—there’s a shout! 
Raise me up, comrades, wc have conquered I know! 
Up, up on my feet, with my face to the foe! 
Ah, there flies the Flag, with its star spangles bright, 
The promise of Glory, the symbol of Right! 
Well may they shout. 
I'm mustered out! 
0 God of our fathers, our freedom prolong, 
And tread down rebellion, oppression and wrong! 
O band of earth’s hope, on thy blood reddened sod, 
I die for the Nation, the Union, and God! 
I’m mustered out! 
[Army and Navy Gazette. 
HOSPITAL SKETCHES-No. TV, 
SABBATH. 
How we spend this day may be of some 
interest to you; so this pleasant Sabbath after¬ 
noon I will try and give its routine of incidents 
and duties. 
At six A. M. the drum bids us all “roll out of 
bed;” but long ere this the cooks and some of 
the nurses have been “ up and doing.” Every 
bed has to be made in tho best possible style, 
clothes brushed, boots blacked, hair combed 
and nails trimmed. The nurses have to mop, 
black stoves, and clean up generally. 
After breakfast, at seven, the cook-houses and 
dining-balls have to Undergo the same process 
of cleaning. At nine, inspection begins, which 
lasts until ten or after. The inspectors are the , 
surgeon in charge, the officer of the day, the 
officer of the guard, the steward and ward mas¬ 
ter. Each of these are in full uniform—sword, 
belt and all. The ward master in advance some 
ten paces, enters ward 1 and commands—“atten¬ 
tion; medical officers approaching,” 
The chief nurse repeats the order, and as the 
officers enter, all who arc able rise and salute; 
the officers return the salute and pass in, care¬ 
fully noting anything that may be out of order. 
The men remain standing until they are through. 
No soldier is allowed at such times to have on 
anything but bis proper uniform. The same 
course is taken through all the wards, then 
back through the cook-houses and dining-halls. 
Outside of the buildings, the grounds and 
every part of the yard come under the same 
rigid scrutiny. 
Sometimes we also have an inspection of the 
men on duty here. At such times the steward 
takes the band and marches around the hospital, 
when all the men on duty except one for 
each place, fall in and march to headquarters. 
Drawn up here in two lines, “open order,” the in- 
tinkering, becomes, iu short, the black sheep of spcctors pass through and examine us in regard 
the family. Some observation of cases leads the 
writer of these lines to suggest a possible explana¬ 
tion in the character of a hired nurse. It 
seems, ou physiological grounds, not unrea¬ 
sonable to suppose that the new being is not 
exactly completed at birth, like some of the low¬ 
er uniinals, but is only so after a due period of 
lactation. 
After this note was set down, the writer 
lighted upon a passage in a book, of which but a 
limited impression was taken, (Coltnees, Col. 
lections, printed for the Maitland Club, 1842.) 
expressing similar views, which had been enter¬ 
tained by the wife of Sir James Stewart, of Colt- 
ness, Lord l’rovost of Edinburg in 10f>0. Lady 
Stewart steadily declined the offer of her hus¬ 
band to have her children sent out to hireling 
nurses, saying:—“She should never think her 
child wholly her own when another discharged 
the most part of a mother’s duty, and by wrong 
nourishment to her tender babe, might Induce 
wrong habits, or noxious diseases.” She added: 
“ I have often seen children lake more a strain of 
their nurse than from either parent.” 
The years pelt a young girl with red roses 
till her cheeks are all on fire. By and by they 
begin throwing white roses, and that morning 
flush passes away. 
to cleanliness, length of hair, Ac. We are then UUUILU 
marched back, falling out at our proper places. P° inted onc *° ul t0 UhriHt durm ” a]1 their llfe > 
If it Is not eleven o’clock yet, the band march und do 1101 condemned. , 
to dining-hall No. 1, and play the “Church “ When shall we cease tithing mint and cum- 
Call.” If it is later than this, it has to be omit- min ; aud altend to the weightier matter of the 
ted. Divine service lasts one hour and a quarter, law? , . , , 
and dinner comes at hall past twelve. “ Lct a11 ? oun S take especial notice 
Perhaps the greatest stir is made In the fifteen tbat ^ niake no plea oi excuse foi balls, masked 
minutes between meeting and dinner, when we ba,1 >’ expensive dressing, and always planning 
have to make a dining-hall out or our meeting about dreM > lut ® hou ™» ftnd beia * *° fotl « ued 
house and set the tables for two hundred men. >’* ‘recreation’ as to require, perhaps, more 
Yet seven of us do it, and do not seem to hurry than all the next day to recovct liom It. Li\- 
much. There are no services in the afternoon ‘ n n in and/or pleasure, in any form or shape, is 
except funerals. Supper comes at half past, five, °f len enough condemned both by Moses ant 
and at half past six the Bible Class meets. As christ i but lean) > y° un & fricnd *> to us f tbe 
so much of our getting ready has to be done in ‘ world as >’ our own aud Christ '* sm,an< ’ re ' 
the morning, it makes the Sabbath a day of sistin S a11 its tempts to overcome.” 
labor instead of rest. It is the hardest of the 
week. Calmness.— Be calm amid troubles. To 
As to the value of Sunday inspection, you will Jump and bounce because you are in Hot water, 
may neglect their duties all the week, and yet 
pass a first rate inspection Sunday morning. I 
have two objections to it. First—There is too 
much “pomp and parade” for ray notions of 
the way iu which the day should be kept. 
Second—If au officer wishes to prevent a reli¬ 
gious meeting, he has only to make the inspec¬ 
tion occupy the time that should be devoted to 
worship, and his object is accomplished. 
J. T. Bates. 
Brown Hospital, Lonisville, Ky., 1864. 
THE TIME TO DANCE. 
A correspondent of the New York Exam¬ 
iner (Baptist paper) talks very much as we 
believe, on a subject about which there is an 
honest difference of opinion among good people. 
We think it will do Rural readers good to di¬ 
gest what he writes: 
“I have been young, and am now older, and 
have discovered great need of finding home en¬ 
tertainment for the youth about me. Dancing 
is a natural expression of pleasure, or joy of any 
kind, cither animal or spiritual. It is also the 
generator of joy, in the glow and excitement 
which pleasant exercises of any description 
afford. 
‘‘Now, if asked the meaning of the passage, 
‘A time to dance,’ I should say it stood there, 
because, there is ‘a lime to dance,’ as well as ‘ a 
time to die.’ and ‘a time to weep.’ I should 
say the time to dance is on the evening of a 
rainy day, when all the family have the blues 
for want of exercise. An hour or two of danc¬ 
ing, after tea. would send them to their rooms 
cheerful, happy, and if Christians, grateful and 
devout, instead of doleful, and discontented 
with home and home friends. 
“ I should say ‘ a time to dance' was any time 
in the day, or before ten o’clock at night, for 
all young women engaged in sewing, drawing, 
designing, or other sedentary employments, 
that they may have vitality enough in their 
blood to bless God, and rejoice with, instead of 
groaning over doubts and fears, begotten often 
by a wretched state of health. ‘A time to 
dance’ is when you take fifty or a hundred 
children to the woods on a picnic or excursion; 
or when shut up on board of a ship for weeks 
together: or for the patients of a hospital when 
they are convalescent; or when a son, husband, 
brother, or friend comes home safe, and with 
honor, from the war. When peace is estab¬ 
lished, aud slavery is abolished, shall be ‘ a 
time to dance,’ and it will be religious dancing, 
according to the feelings and emotions of the 
hearts of those engaged. 
“Now, no one can look on such dancing as 
here described, and at the eleven command¬ 
ments, including the Saviour’s own ‘new com- : 
mandment,’ and make it out a breach of either 
of them. The real and only difficulty is the . 
great fascination of this amusement, which , 
renders it so difficult of control. Yet Scotch ; 
Presbyterians have danced for centuries; Swiss , 
Calvinists dance before their own cottage doors; j 
French peasants dance, aud sleep with quiet , 
conscience; and can not wc Americans learn an * 
equal amount of self-control in such matters? 
“There are one or two items worthy of note 
in the Bible view of the question. First, that j 
the historic dancing named is not condemned, 
but the idolatry or licentiousness connected 
with it. Now, that dancing and sin have gone j 
haud-and-glove from the beginning of the world, j 
needs no proof; but so lias music and sin, eating , 
and sin. What we want is an eye clear enough \ 
‘to discover what and which is the sin, and , 
strength of will or grace enough to leave the 
one while taking the other. . 
“Tn the glorious lists of graces and virtues ; 
named by the various Apostles as the fruits of | 
the Spirit, dancing is not named as one of them, , 
therefore have no faith in ‘religious dancing;’ , 
but neither is it named in any list of the fruits ] 
of the carnal mind. The just inference, then, * 
seems that it has in itself no moral character < 
whatever, and that its right or wrong is depend- , 
ent altogether upon circumstances. I 
“Note, also, that Solomon makes no mention , 
of a‘time to lie,’or ‘a time to blaspheme,’ or ; 
‘a time to bo drunk,’—real immoralities. Tbe \ 
fact is, the subject of what i.s sin, and what is , 
not, is still greatly mystified—hundreds ol' men, * 
whose consciences are quite easy while those . 
who reap down their fields receive naught for , 
their work, would he horror-stricken to see a 
son or daughter skipping about the parlor to 
the music of the piano. Hundreds of women 
will keep girls working in their kitchens cook- 
iug heavy dinners cm the Sabbath, who would * 
be shocked not to be seen in their own seats in , 
tho church themselves, and yet have never ( 
pointed one soul to Christ during all their life, * 
and do not feel condemned, I 
“ When shall we cease tithing miut and cum- | 
min, and attend to the weightier matter of the * 
law? i 
“ Let all young persons take especial notice * 
that I make no plea or excuse for balls, masked * 
balls, expensive dressing, and always planning j 
about dress, late hours, and being so fatigued j 
by ‘ recreation ’ as to require, perhaps, more * 
than all the next day to recover from It. Liv- j 
ing in aud for pleasure, in any form or shape, is j 
often enough condemned both by Moses and ; 
Christ; but learn, young friends, to use the ( 
‘world as your own aud Christ’s servant, 1 re- ; 
sisting all its attempts to overcome.” ( 
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Calmness. —Be calm amid troubles. To 
afofeatfo fflimugs. 
THE PLACE FOR MAN TO DIE. 
llow little recks It where men die, 
When once the moment’s past, 
In which the dim and glazing eye 
Has looked on earth its last; 
Whether beneath a sculptured urn 
The coffined form ehall rest, 
Or, in its nakedness, return 
Back to its mother's breast.. 
Death is a common friend or foe, 
As different men way hold; 
And at his summons each must go— 
The timid and the hold! 
But when the spirit, free and warm 
Deserts it, ns it miisl— 
What matter where the lifeless form 
Dissolves again to dust? 
The soldier Tails, 'mid corses piled 
Upon the battle plain, 
Where reinless war-steeds gallop wild 
Among the mangled slain: 
But though his corse he grim to see, 
Hoof trampled on the sod, 
What recks it, when the spirit free 
Ha3 soared aloft to God? 
The coward’s dying eye may close 
Upon his downy bed, 
And softest hands his limbs compose, 
Or garments o'er them spread; 
But ye who shun the bloody fray, 
Whore foil tho mangled brave, 
Go—strip his coffiu lid away, 
And see him in his grave? 
’Twere sweet indeed to close onr eyes 
With those we cherish near, 
And wafted upwards by their sighs 
Soar to some calmer sphere; 
But whether on the scaffold high, 
Or in the battle's van, 
The fittest place where man can die, 
Is where he dies for man! 
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Wrltu-n for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
pardon me for making a comparison. 1 can 
liken it to nothing else but the fashionable way 
of “sparking.” Meeting at “set” times, each 
one with smile?, gestures and speeches, all 
studied or copied, it is not difficult to appear 
well; but what can be learned or each other’s 
character, of that which goes to make up the 
sum of connubial happiness? Absolutely noth, 
ing at all. So witli this inspection. Nurses 
is to be like a potato or a dumpling—more par¬ 
ticularly a “small potato,” or a dumpling that 
is half-baked. Yes. You will always note that 
the shallower a stream of water is, the more 
noise it makes. Therefore, don’t lather yourself 
into a foam us you float along, or people will 
say that you arc shallow. Whoever did him¬ 
self any good by fretting? The more you fret, 
the less you get. That’s so. 
SABBATH MUSINGS, 
The first day of the week! What a glorious 
fact is brought to our remembrance by the re¬ 
turn of this day. More than eighteen hundred 
years ago to-day, the Lord of life and glory 
burst the bars of death, and rose triumphant 
from the grave, and so showed to a fallen world 
what was in Ilis power to do lor it. 
0 blessed day! that recalls to our remem¬ 
brance all that our Saviour has done for us; how 
“He, in Ilis inuoceuce, suffered indescribable 
agony, in order to obtain pardon for guilty man; 
how lie, though ‘rich,’ yet for our sakes became 
poor, that we through his poverty might be 
made richhow He “ left all the glory that He 
had with the Father before the world was,” 
and came to earth to suffer the most ignominious 
death, that tec, poor, alienated, ruined mortals 
might have life eternal; how “He was wound¬ 
ed for our transgressions,” and “ bruised for our 
iniquities:” how the wicked Jews laughed and 
mocked when they beheld His indescribable 
sufferings, and vainly exulted when they saw 
llis body laid in the cold cheerless tomb, while 
His few followers went quietly away to mourn 
in secret the death of Him whom they had 
“ hoped was to redeem IareaL” 
But how was the scene changed, when two 
more suns had set and risen, aud He, over whom 
there was mourning on one side, and rejoicing 
on the other, burst the fetters of the grim mons¬ 
ter, and stepped forth in triumph from His 
dreary prison-house. 
Oh 1 how strange it is people will be so negli¬ 
gent in their observance of this day, which com¬ 
memorates an event of such infinite importance 
to the human race. We are rapturous in our 
exultations over the day that commemorates the 
declaration of our National Independence, but 
how cold and careless in respect to the day 
which brings to our minds our Lord’s victory 
over that tyrant before which the mightiest of 
earth’s monarehs are compelled to lay down 
their scc-pter*. What a glorious conquest was 
made then! and how soul-cheering the hope 
that it affords us, that if we will but accept 
Christ’s offered mercy, Death has no shackles 
strong enough to bind us; but that we shall ouly 
“ lay aside these vile bodies" to have them raised 
again after a little while, and “ fashsoned like 
unto Christ’s most glorious body.” a. c. l. 
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THE FULLNESS OF JOY. 
Here, the vessel is too capacious to be filled 
with all the pleasures and delights tho world 
can lay together. Hereafter, our pleasures aud 
delights shall be too full for the most capacious 
vessel to comprehend. Our glory shall besogreat 
that power as welt as goodness shall come forth 
from God himself to renew and enlarge these 
vessels, that they may be made capable to re¬ 
ceive aud to retain their glory. We ave too 
weak for such n weight of glory; therefore, God 
will bear us up. And because our joys can¬ 
not fully cuter into us, we shall fully enter 
into them. Who would then set so large a 
vessel as the soul under a few drops of carnal 
pleasure, and neglect the spring of everlast¬ 
ing joy? 0 , my soul! what a glorious day 
there is coming when the vessels of mercy 
shall be cast ltt the ocean of mercy, and be 
filled to the brim! When the sons of pleasure 
shall drink their fill at the torrents of pleasure, 
and be set forever down by tho river’s brink. 
When the soul that is sick of love shall lie down 
In the bosom of love and forever take its till I 
When the Children of God shall have a lull 
fruition of God, and be forever satisfied with 
tho presence of God! Lord, lct the thoughts of 
joy and glory that Thou hast prepared for me 
turn my heart from the vanities of earth, that I 
may be pressing on to Thee, into Thy very pres¬ 
ence, where is fullness of joy, aud to Thy right 
hand, whore are pleasures for evermore .—Divine 
Breathings. 
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