to live merely for pleasure, but there is reason 
in all things.” 
C. L. M., of Monroe, Wis., writes:—“I read 
with thankfulness the communication of your 
correspondent ‘ Lowe Linwood,’ upon the 
subject of ‘ Woman’s Wages,’ as I always read 
an earnest protest against any form of injustice. 
Especially do I rejoice to see woman advocating 
her own’ cause, for I am sorry to say, that the 
bitterest opponents I hare ever met to the 
equality of wages, have been women 1 I blush 
for my sex when I say it, but it is nevertheless 
true, that for many years I have made myself 
more enemies than Mends, among women, 
I AM CHRIST'S AND CHRIST IS MINE. 
WORDS 
wretched; he wicked, by this narrow, vexa¬ 
tious rule. Why should John, who is only 
three-and-twenty, presume to hold a different 
opinion on politics, religion, or aught else, from 
his father? Papa is the older, and of course 
knows best; papa has had every opportunity of 
forming his judgment on every subject: ami be 
has formed it, and there it is, carefully cut and 
dried, easy and comfortable, without any of 
those doubts which are the torture and yet the 
life of all ardent, youthful spirits. There it is, 
and John must abide by it, hold his tongue, and 
take his obnoxious newspapers and heterodox 
books out of the way; which John, being a 
lover ol peace, and trained to honorable obe¬ 
dience, very likely does; but he cherishes either 
a private contempt—we are so scornful when 
BT BENRT FRANCI9 LTTE 
BT J. O- HOLX.AKD 
Long did I toil, and knew no earthly rest; 
Far did I rove, and found no certain home; 
At last I sought them in His sheltering breast 
Who opes His arms, and bids the weary come; 
With Him I found a home, a rest Divine; 
And I since then am His, and He is mine. 
Yes, Ho is mine! and naught ot earthly things, 
Not. all the charms of pleasure, wealth or power, 
The fame of heroes, or the pomp of kings, g 
Could tempt me to forego His love an hour; 
Go, worthless world, I cry, with all that’s thine! 
Go, I my Saviour's am, and He is mine. 
The good I have Is from Ills stores supplied; 
The ill is only what he deems the best; 
He for my Friend, I’m rich with naught beside, 
And poor without Him, though of all posscst. 
Changes may come; I take, or I resign; 
Content while I am His, while He is mine. 
Whate’er may change, in nitn no change is seen; 
A glorious sun, that wanes uot nor declines; 
Above the clouds and storms He walks serene, 
And sweetly on His people’s darkness shines; 
All may depart; I fret not, nor repine, 
While I my Saviour’s am, while He la mine 
He stays me failing, lifts me up when down. 
Reclaims me wandering, guards from every foe, 
Plauts on my worthless brow the victor’s crown, 
Which, in return, before His feet I throw. 
Grieved that I cannot belter grace Ilis shrine, 
Who deigns to own me His, as He is mine. 
While here, alas! I know but hulf His love. 
But half discern Him, and hut half udore; 
Bat when I meet Him in the realms above, 
I hope to love Him holier, praise Him more, 
And feel, and tell, amid the choir Divine, 
How folly I am Ilis, and He is mine. 
The robin repeats h^s two beautiful words, 
The meadow-lark whistles his one refrain; 
And steadily, over and over again, 
The same song swells from a hundred birds. 
Bobolink, chickadee, hlackbird and jay, 
Thrasher and woodpecker, cuckoo and wren, 
Each sings its word, or its phrase, and then 
It has nothing further to sing or say. 
Into that word, or that sweet little phrase, 
All there may be of its life must crowd; 
And low and liquid, or hoarse and loud, 
It breathes its burden of joy and praise. 
A little child sits in his father’s door, 
Chatting and singing with careless tongue; 
A thousand musical words are sung, 
And he holds unuttered a thousand more. 
Words measure power; and they measure thine: 
Greater art thou in ihy childish years 
Than all the birds or a hundred spheres; 
They are brutes only, but thou art divine. 
Words measure destiny. Power to declare 
Infinite ranges of passion and thought; 
Holds with the infinite only its lot,— 
Is of eternity only the heir. 
Words measure life, and they measure its joy; 
Thou hast more joy in thy childish years 
Than the birds of a hundred tuneful spheres. 
So—sing with the beautiful birds, my boy' 
A piece of gold—a widow’s all—and unto ner ue sum. 
“Your coin is not the proper weight, so take it back 
again, 
Or sell it me for halfits worth; itlacks a single grain. 
With tearful eyes the widow said, “ Oh! weigh it, sir, 
once more: 
I pray you be not so exact, nor drive me from your 
door.” 
“ Why, see, yourself, its under weight; your tears 
are of no avail.” 
The second time be tries it; it. just bears down the 
But little guessed that rich man, who held his gold 
so dear, 
That the extra weight which bore it down had been 
the widow’s teas. 
WOMAN’S WAGES 
We have sundry communications on this sub¬ 
ject, in response to “Betty Wrinkle," whose 
article appeared on page 224, current volume 
Rural. We give such extracts from them as 
we can find room for. 
L. M. F., of Saint Louis, Mick., writes: * * 
“ Our fair Betty claims that women are paid 
* quantum snfficit ' for their labor—are paid all a 
common farmer can afford to pay. By the way, 
there are very few ‘common farmers' who pre¬ 
tend, very often, to hire help by the year. She 
thinks a girl can work out doing house-work 
for the simple sum of SI a week, clothe herseli, 
and have something left at the end of the year, 
even at the present high prices. Now, if she is 
honest in her belief, 1 would advise her to apply 
immediately for house-work. Quite likely there 
will be plenty of people who would like to hire 
at $1 a week, for girls are now commanding 
from SI, To to $3 per week at this business. 1 
think it absurd to talk of working for SI a week, 
and pay for factory GOets., for calico 50 cts. per 
yard, common calf skin shoes S3, and every¬ 
thing else in proportion. Must a woman work 
for these wages, and at the same time a man can 
have from SI to S3 a day, and not labor any 
harder, according to his strength, than a woman ? 
At the present time I am receiving $2,25 a week. 
In times past I have worked for $1 and SI,25, 
in the kitchens of such women as our Betty 
claims to be; but those days of low wages are 
past with me. I hope and pray that the day 
will soon come, when women will be paid as 
high accordingly as men for their labor. 
“Betty says, ‘women need not do house¬ 
work if thay can find anything better to do.' 
Now suppose women and girls were to rise 
en masse and declare their intention to do house¬ 
work no more : and suppose our Betty to be a 
married lady with a family of small children, 
and she is suddenly laid prostrate with a fever 
or some lingering sickness; what is she to do 
nowin this trying hour for help? Methinks 
she would be very glad to get help and pay 
them reasonable compensation for their labor. 
Betty says ‘there are few farmers who have 
the amount of $1 a week to lay out on them¬ 
selves each year.’ I have lived in families 
occupying every'station in life, fromthe wealthy 
merchant in the city, to the ‘common farmer, 
and never knew one instance where the lady of 
the house did not spend more for clothing than 
I could afford for myself at §1,26 per week, 
taking it on an average, year after year. If 
farmers’ wives do not have this amount of 
wages to lay out for themselves, who is to blame 
about it? * * * * * * * 
“As for working Sunday, I have just worked 
for a woman who had previously dismissed an 
excellent girl because she wanted to, and did go 
home and spend her Sundays. 'When a y’oung 
man is employed by the day or week,he considers 
himself at liberty Saturday night to spend the 
day (Sundtiv where he pleases. A book-keeper 
THE CHRISTIAN GENTLEMAN 
to a fraud. He invades no secrets in the keep¬ 
ing of another. He betrays no secrets confided 
to his own keeping. He takes selfish advantage 
of no man’s mistakes. He uses no ignoble wea¬ 
pons in controversy. He never stabs in the 
dark. He is ashamed of inuendoes. He is not 
one thing to a man’s face, and another at his 
back. If by accident, he come into possession of 
his neighbor’s counsels, he passes upon them an 
instant oblivion. He bears sealed packages 
1 without tampering with the wax. Papers not 
i meant for his eye, whether they flutter lu at 
the window, or lie open before him in an un¬ 
guarded exposure, are sacred to him. He pro¬ 
fanes no privacy of others, however the sentry 
sleeps. Bolts and bars, locks and keys, hedges 
and pickets, bonds and securities, notices to tres¬ 
passers, are none of them for him. He may be 
trusted himself out of sight—nearest the thin¬ 
nest partition—anywhere. He buys no office, 
he sells none, he intrigues for none. He would 
rather fail to gain his rights than to win them 
through dishonor. He will eat honest bread. 
He tramples on no sensitive feeling- He insults 
no man. If he has rebuke for another he is 
straight-forward, open and manly. He cannot 
descend to scurrility. Billingsgate don’t lie in 
his track. From all profane and wanton words 
his lips are chastened. Of woman, and to her, 
he speaks with decency and respect In short, 
whatever he judges honorable, he practices to¬ 
wards every man. 
miserable pittance, ask me in astonishment what 
I would do, if placed in her situation, to better 
my situation, this is my answer: ‘ Don’t ofier 
your services to those who are too avaricious 
or too stupid to allow that you have any rights. 
Do something that every other woman is not 
trying to do, thereby lessening competition.— 
If you cannot get a situation in a store or a tele¬ 
graph office, or something of the kind, take your 
hoe and go out bravely into the field. Your 
wheat will bring you as much by the bushel as 
Squire Bcgbee’s, who is sure the world is 
ready to be burnt because women are beginning 
to find out that they have been sadly cheated in 
times past.' 
“Take my advice, girls, and leave Mrs, 
Grundy to wash her own dishes, and make her 
own dresses, until she is ready and willing to 
pay you a price that you can live by. I believe 
that Mrs. Roberts and daughters have done 
more for oppressed women, than all the ‘Women 
Rights Conventions * that were ever got up. 
Theory is good, but practice is better. 
“Since writing the above, I have read the 
communication from ‘ Betty Wrinkle,’ upon 
■Woman’s Wages.’ She takes the common 
ground that women ought to be contented, be¬ 
cause with their present wages they can ‘clothe 
themselves and something more.’ 0, Betty, 
k newest thou not that such as thou have caused 
many a face to grow ‘ wrinkled ’ before its 
time? They can clothe themselves forsooth! 
Yes, but if the poor girls do not marry, or die 
young, the poor-house lies at the end of the 
journey. If siekness comes, O, dreadful fate !— 
I have seen how it ends, and so might you if 
you had eyes to see misery, and the wrong that 
is around you. Aye even, it may be, at your 
own hearthstone.” 
E. F., of North Pitcher, N. Y., writes:—“ I 
can blame no one, in these hard times, for hiring 
man or woman as cheaply as possible; and as 
for saying that because men are getting high 
wages, they should offer women higher wages, 
it is absurd] it is not according to nature. If 
women get greater wages, they must needs ask 
for and refuse to work without it. But this 
whining around, waiting for some one to come 
and offer it, refusing to employ them without 
they will take greater wages than they ask for, 
: is what docs not look reasonable to me.— 
: Woman’s work must be done, as well as man’s, 
and if she refused to work for anything less 
than a reasonable price, she would soon find that 
her employers would willingly increase her 
wages. I should certainly be ashamed to offer 
to work out as cheaply as I have known some 
girls to do this summer. If 1 did not value my 
sendees at more thau two dollars or less per 
week, 1 should be tempted to take a dose of 
arsenic, and thus rkl the world of such a useless 
incumbrance. Ur, if they must live, why not 
go to the poor-house; they might not board 
Written for Moore’6 Rural New-Yorker. 
IDOLATRY. 
The American people, more than any other, 
we think, are given to idolatry. This state¬ 
ment may sound strangely in the ears of the 
many who have been accustomed to suppose the 
worship of idols confined solely to heathendom, 
and yet it is none the less a true statement. Out- 
idolatry differs from that of heathenism simply 
in t-- 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
THY WILL BE DONE. 
“ Father thy will be done, He cried, 
And all life’s anguish meekly quailed. 
’Twas thus Immanuel bowed Ills head, 
And meekly drained the bitter draught.” 
We should regard Christ not only as a Savior 
and elder Brother, but anexample in all tilings. 
Beautiful lessons of patience, and quiet submis¬ 
sion to the will of God He taught when upon 
earth, which our wayward hearts are slow to 
follow. 
When our way w inds down by the still waters 
of peace, where silvery ripples of joy sparkle in 
the sun-rays of prosperity; when the sky of life 
is serenely bright, and flowers of hope, unehilled 
by adversity’s keen and piercing blast, fill the 
air with rich perfume, then we clasp our idols 
nearer to our happy heyts, and fondly think 
our will with Gon’s own will is one. But when 
adversity’s gloomy clouds shut from our hearts 
the sun’s cheering light, and wave after wave 
of sorrow in angry billows rise, dashing the 
chilling spray in blinding showers upon our 
defenceless heads, while notone cheering ray of 
hope illumines the darkness that enwraps us 
with Us dismal folds, and our heart’s most 
cherished idols slipping from our fond embrace 
crumble back to dust again; then our stricken 
hearts rebel,—our lips refuse to say, “ Thy will 
be done.” We do not always recognize the 
hand of God, and often murmur when the bitter 
draught to our quivering lips is held. Be mine 
a heart that sees and trusts a Father’s love, and 
calmly takes the cup His loving hand hath 
mixed, whether bitter or sweet its contents. 
Joys, and sorrows too, arc our portion here. 
As night follows day, and clouds overspread the 
sunniest skies, so tears succeed the brightest 
smiles, and joy giveth place to desperate sor¬ 
row. It is better thus, for uninterrupted sun¬ 
shine withers earth's finest flowers, and blasts 
Storms of wind and rain add 
this: the latter is a worshiping of wood and 
stone, of idols carved therefrom by the wor¬ 
shipers’ own hands; the former is but the wor¬ 
shipping of clay, into which has been infused 
the animating power of life. We take the forms 
that the Creator has fashioned with such 
wondrous mechanism, and of them make lor 
ourselves idols w hich we fall down and wor¬ 
ship. 
Man-W’orship is our sin. Forgetting, or to¬ 
tally ignoring the fact that man is but the in¬ 
strument of a higher Power, we see, or think 
we see in one some indication of genius or pe¬ 
culiar talent, and with' eager and wricked haste 
we place him far up on some pedestal of honor, 
prostrate ourselves, af, it were, in the dust be¬ 
fore him, and cry “ All Hail 1” 
Never has this tendency to man-worship been 
so fully developed as now. Since the commence¬ 
ment of the present conflict we have built up 
for ourselves idols almost innumerable, but to 
see each and all, nearly, in turn ruthlessly torn 
down, and their places filled by others equally 
unstable. Long ere this, we, as a people, should 
have learned that our military commanders are 
but mortals like ourselves, and like all humani¬ 
ty liable to errors in judgment, to errors of the 
hand and errors of the heart. That we should 
appreciate them as men, is but simple justice to 
them, and we may even yield to them a good 
amount of praise, for just praise is never un¬ 
warranted; but to pet, flatter, and idolize, to set 
the creature up before the Creator, is wicked¬ 
ly foolish, is dangerous to the one, and a blasphe¬ 
mous sin against the other. 
Let us do honor to true courage and respect 
true manliness; encourage writh words of hope 
and good cheer those who hold high position in 
our land; this much vre should do; but while 
we do this let us not forget that this which we 
may respect comes from a source still beyond, 
to which alone we may safely yield adoration , 
Remembering this as a Nation, the Right must 
conquer, for it is ever sustained by Infinite 
Strength! Gulielmom. 
Penflcld, N. Y., Aug. ISM. 
PERSONAL GOSSIP. 
— R. F. Taylor talks of Gep. Sheridan as 
follows:—“I had the pleasure, yesterday, of 
taking Gen. Sheridan— little Phil—by the 
hand, whom I had not seen since the morning 
after be went up Mission Ridge. He h>oks as 
brown as a nut and as tough as a hickory, 
and not a degree of Fahrenheit cooler 
than he looked when he was hob-a-nobbing 
with Bragg’s Battery, and they let fly at him 
the whole six guns, showering him with earth* 
But no matter for that; he had made his record 
and the rascals were only sanding it. There Is 
no waste timber about Sheridan; not much of 
him, physically, but snugly put together. A 
square face, a warm, black eye, a pleasant smile 
a reach of under jaw showing that ‘ when he 
will he will, you may depend on’t;’ black hair 
trimmed round like a garden border; not a Hy¬ 
perion curl about him any more than there was 
about Cromwell’s troopers; and altogether 
impressing you with the truth that there is 
about as much energy packed away In about the 
smallest space that you ever saw in your life. 
Men ranging down from the medium size to lit¬ 
tle, with exceptions enough to prove the rule, 
seem to carry the day among the heroes.” 
—Our readers will remember the barbarities 
perpetrated upon the body of Col. Ulric 
Daiilgren, who so terrified the traitors at 
Richmond; how it was pretended that an order 
was found upon him directing the burning of 
the traitor city, and the assassination of the re¬ 
bels. Admiral Dahlghen has secured a pho¬ 
tographic copy of that document which the re¬ 
bels assert to have found on the body of his son 
aud says of it:—“ I can now affirm that this doc¬ 
ument is a forgery—a barefaced, atrocious for¬ 
gery—so palpable that the wickedness of the 
her richest fruits, 
to their beauty and excellence, aud we must 
often sec our life-sky overspread with clouds of 
sorrow, and feel the fierce storms of adversity 
sweeping around us, to keep the heart-soil 
fresh, aud its iairest flowers —sympathy and 
love—ever blooming and fragrant. 
When bright hours come to us—as they often 
do, when we taste the joys of a holier sphere, 
and sweet and holy thoughts “ float down upon 
us like the light of stare,” let our thankful 
hearts rejoice, and bless the Glorious Giver for 
a draught so pure aud sweet from the crystal 
fount of joy: and when sorrow’s brimming cup to 
our lips Is hel<J, meekly say “ Thy will 0, God 
be done,” aud calmly drink the bitter draught. 
Brookfield, N, Y., 1804. F. M. G. Williams 
HOME DISCORDS, 
ENTREAT THE LORD, 
We must not forget that it is the “ effectual 
fervent prayer of a righteous man” which , 
“ availeth much;” nor should we overlook the 
necessity of importunity, as enjoined by CnRisT V 
in the parable of the unjust judge. It is not, H 
indeed, to be supposed that God requires the ur- / 
gency there inculcated, for its own sake, as if 
He needed something to excite ITts benes’olenee. M 
It is demanded rather in accordance with that / 1 
law of our being by which we put forth our in- I I 
tensest efforts to obtain that which we mosta i I 
highly prize. If we value spiritual blessings ay 
we should, we shall naturally act according 1 r II 
the spirit of that parable, and like Jacob, rofus I | 
to let the Angel of the C’ovnant g°> except bd Lji 
bless us .—Safaris Devices and the Delieverf n 
Victory. / H 
Resignation.—A suffering but godly vaP 
was once asked if he could see any reason ft 
the dispensation which had caused him so nv‘ h 
agony. “No,” replied he; “but I am jus 
well satisfied as if I could 6ee ten thousaP 1 
God’s will is the perfection of all reasons" 
Spring. 
