[Written for Moore's Kura! New-Yorker.] 
ANGEL JENNIE. 
BY MRS. 8. F. HADDOCK. 
IjAY those little shoes with fondest care, 
Her tiny feet will never need them more; 
And pul away the little hat, her golden hair 
Will never curl beneath it as of yore; 
And in the drawer place the little cloak and gown 
Bedew'd with tears ye cannot fail to shed; 
One snowy robe served well to lay her down 
So peaceful with the calmly sleeping dead. 
Lay all her playthings, too, in some sacred nook. 
So many preciom* taem’rie* round thorn c'itig, 
That ye oft will huger there, end tearful, look 
At these lent valued, jet most cherished things 
But when with tender, silent thoughts, ye lay 
Those dear mementoes of your darling one 
So choicely by, think not her moldoring clay 
And those are all that’s left of her who’s gone. 
No, no, her little feet are treading, even now, 
O’er the bright fields of an eternal spring, 
Oft calling the immortal flowers that grow, 
While her sweet eoug is one which clieruhs sing. 
Earth hath its trials and its fearful cares 
To those who toil along the path of life,— 
A path so full of pitfalls and of snares,— 
A path with little joy and so much sorrow rife. 
Sweet little Jknnik hath escaped them all 
While her young heart was innocent and pure; 
Gone jn the morning, ere the shadows fall, 
Safe from the tempter's foul and fatal lure. 
In His arms, lo! yonder by the gates of light, 
See, the Good Shepherd fold* your little lamb; 
Look op, ye mourning ones, faith gives this vision bright, 
UndonbUpg faith that bids the soul ho calm. 
[Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker,] 
OUR ACTIONS ARE OUR ANGELS. 
There are angels of light and angels of darkness 
watching over us, noting our every thought and 
actiou. And when we refrain from evil passions and 
unholy desires,—when we stand serene and strong in 
virtue in the midst of temptation, when our thoughts 
are pure, just, and upright,—then tho angels of light 
are hovering over and guarding us. These invisible 
messengers are recording our every thought and 
deed. If we are kind und gentle,- if we imitate the 
pure and lovely character of Christ, —the angel 
over the right shoulder bears aloft to Heaven’s Chan¬ 
cery the record of onr acts of kindness and love, and 
the recording angel smiles as he writes it down in the 
book of remembrance. But if evil passions rule 
and govern the soul, it selfishness and enmity, 
hatred and bitterness, are allowed to dwell in the 
mind, — then angels, dark and fearful as those 
thoughts and purposes, watch with evil eyes, bearing 
faithful record of them all. 
In every mind exists a sacred Cod-given principle, 
which enables ns to discern right from wrong, and 
may or may not he conducive to our happiness, and 
depending entirely upon our own course of action. 
History furnishes abundant proofs of individuals 
who, perhaps, by one simple act, have set the seal 
upon their liiture character. All are familiar with 
the story of Washington concerning the confession 
he made in regard to his father’s favorite tree. His 
action then was guided by the angel of truth, and it 
doubtless tended to mark his future course with that 
truth and integrity which he alone cun boast. Tt 
arose before him, as a ministering spirit in after life, 
bidding him speed onward in the path of right. It 
seemed to set the seal of truth indelibly upon his 
brow. It girded him with new strength and power. 
Angels of light guarded and protected him through 
every trial and danger. And when death entered his 
quiet, peaceful home, guardian angels hovered aronnrl 
the couch of the dying, and, calmly as an infant sinks 
to sleep, the pure spirit of the great Washington was 
borne by the angels of light to the home of tire 
righteous. His life had been one of severe trials and 
great triumphs, but his actions had all boon governed 
by good and noble principles, and appropriate and 
truthful to his life and character were his last words, 
“ All is well.” 
How very different tho life and acts of one of the 
noted Kings of England, Henry tlse Eighth. Histo¬ 
rians have yet to inform us if there was onr. com- 
meudable trait in his character, lie reigned nearly 
forty years, and there was nothing too cruel, too 
brutal, too vicious, for this infamous wife-slayer 
prince to execute, if agreeable to his selfish, uurea- 
son able will. The good and noble, the high and low, 
the pure and innocent, the fair anil beautiful, were 
put to prison, torture, and death, in the most cruel 
and unjust, manner. Fearful, indeed, as one might 
expect, was the death scene of this monarch. We 
arc told he was more furious than ft chained lion. 
He had always been stern and severe, now he was 
outrageous; and as the angels of darkness gathered 
around him, his anguish and remorse were greater 
than can be expressed. Tho sensual, impervious 
tyrant of England learned, at a dreadful price, that 
his evil, sinful acts were augels of darkness and 
terror. 
It is a beautiful thought to the good and pure that 
guardian angels are hovering near and protecting 
them from sin and evil. It is a belief that, lias com¬ 
forted many a sorrowing heart; it has cheered and 
lightened the path of many a sad, grief-stricken one 
of earth; it has nerved the martyr to meet torture 
and death calmly and nobly. Angels laugh at bolts 
and prison bars, and though the innocent and good 
may he deserted and forsaken by every earthly 
friend, their good angels never leave them. 
Such was the case of Mary, Queen of Scots, who 
was wrongfully and slumcf.illy persecuted and 
injured by bitter, envious, detestable enemies. “No 
queen ever possessed higher talents or viitues. Her 
character was frank and beautifully proportionate. 
Never would mere brilliancy of person and mind 
have excited such glowing friendship, such bitter 
envies, such lasting admiration and world-wide 
sympathy. But she was too trustful,— she confided 
in the treacherous too often,— she bad not learned 
that there are always many persons utterly dead to 
every claim of reason, honor, uud generosity.” Her 
melancholy fate is one of the saddest records in his¬ 
tory. Niueteeu long, dreary years she was unjustly 
detained a prisoner by those who have no excuse to 
offer for their injustice, save that offered in the right 
of the strong over the weak. And yet, during all 
those long, weary years, guardian angels hovered 
near and cheered her lonely hours by their swee t and 
holy presence. Rhe was purified like gold tried in 
the tire for the Kingdom of Heaven. And then, 
when the last bitter drop was added to her full cup, 
she bowed calmly and meekly to her fate; aud as her 
head was placed upon the block, from her lips 
breathed the words, “0 Lour, in thee have I hoped, 
and into thy hands 1 commit ray spirit;” and the 
angels of light, robed in suowy whiteness, with 
golden harps and shining crowns, unfurled their 
angel wings and bore her pure spirit to the pearly 
gates of the New Jerusalem, where no sin nor wrong 
can ever enter; but peace, and love, and joys unspeak- 
able there have dominion. If Mary, Queen of Roots, 
had been governed by evil, sinful actions, such as by 
some are enviously imputed to her, never could she 
have faced her cruel, ignominious death, so hopeful, 
so trustful, so Christ like. 
Oar actions are our angels for good or ill. If just 
and right, our conscience will be pure, our thoughts 
blessings, cur life a pleasant reality. If not, our 
actions will haunt us with terror and remorse; our 
thoughts curses, and our life a fearful dream. 
Gainesville Seminary, N. Y., 1861. Agnes I’attkrho.v. 
MAN’S DUTY TO WOMAN. 
Let him learn to be grateful to woman for this 
undoubted achievement of her sex, that it is she,— 
she, far more than he, and she too often in spite of 
him,—who hits kept Christendom from lapsing back 
into barbarism — kept mercy and truth from being 
utterly overborne by those two greedy monsters,— 
money and war. Let him be grateful for this, that 
almost every great soul that has led forward or lifted 
up the race has been furnished for each noble deed, 
and inspired with each patriotic and holy aspiration, 
by the untiring fortitude of some Spartan, or more 
than Spartan,— some Christian mother. 
Moses, the deliverer of his people, drawn out of 
the Nile by the King’s daughter, some one has hinted, 
is only a symbol of the way that woman’s instincts 
always outwit the tyrannical diplomacy of man. Lot 
him cheerfully remember, though the sinewy sex 
achieve enterprises on public theatres, it is the nerve 
and sensibility of the other that arm the mind arid 
inflame the soul in secret. “A man discovered 
America, but a woman equipped the voyage.” Ro 
everywhere; man executes the performance, hut wo¬ 
man trains the man. Every effectual person, leav¬ 
ing his mark on the world, is but another Columbus, 
for whose furnishing some Isabella, in the form of his 
mother, lays down her jewelry, her vanities, her 
comfort. 
Above all, let not man practice on woman the per¬ 
petual and shameless falsehood of pretending admira¬ 
tion and acting contempt. Let them not exhaust 
their kindness in adorning her person, and ask, in 
return, the humiliation of her soul. Let them not 
assent to every high opinion, as if she were not 
Btrong enough to maintain it against opposition; nor 
yet manufacture for her, and force it upon her lips 
by dictation. Let them not crucify her emotions, 
nor ridicule her frailty, nor crush her individuality, 
nor insult her dependence, nor play mean jests upon 
her honor in convlval companies, nor bandy unclean 
doubts of her, as a wretched substitute for wit; nor 
whisper vulgar suspicions of her purity, which, as 
compared with their own, iB like the immaculate 
whiteness of angels. Let them multiply her social 
advantages, enhance her dignity, minister to her in¬ 
telligence, and by manly gentleness, be the chain- 
[dons of her genius, the friends of her fortunes, and 
the equals, if they can, of her heart.— Rev. F. D. 
Huntington. 
HOW LADIES SHOULD DRESS. 
As you look from your window, in Paris, observe 
tho first fifty women who pass; forty have noses 
depressed in the middle, a small quantity of dark 
hair, and a swarthy complexion, but then, what a 
toilet! Not only suitable for tho season, but the age 
and complexion of the wearer. How neat the feet 
and hands! How well the clothes arc put 00, aud 
more than all, how well they suit, each other! 
Before English women can dress perfectly, they 
must have the tasto of the French, especially in 
color. One reason why we see colors ill-arranged in 
England is, that tho different articles are purchased 
each for its own imagined virtues and without any 
thought of what is to be worn with it.. Women, 
while shopping, buy what pleases t’icir eye on the 
counter, forgetting what they have at home. That 
parasol is pretty, but it will kill, by its color, one 
dress in the buyei’a wardrobe, and be unsuitable for 
the others. To be magnificently dressed costs money; 
but to be dressed with tasto is not expensive. Tt re¬ 
quires good taste, knowled «e and refinement. Never 
buy an article unless it is suitable to your age, habit, 
style, and rest of your wardrobe. Nothing is more 
vulgar than to wear costly trimming w th a common 
delaine, or cheap lace with expensive brocades. 
What colors, it may be asked, go best together? 
Green with violet; gold with dark crimson or lilac; 
pale blue with scarlet; pink with black or white; and 
gray with scarlet or pink. A cold color generally 
requires a warm tint to give life to it. Gray and pale 
blue, for instance, do not combine well, both being 
cold color-. White and black are safe wear, but the 
latter is not favorable to dark or pale complexions. 
Pink is, to some skins, the most becoming; not, 
however, if there is much eolor in the cheeks and 
lips, and if there be even a suspicion of red in either 
hair or complexion. Peach color, Is perhaps, one of 
the most elegant colors worn. Maize is very becom¬ 
ing, particularly to persons with dark hair and eyes. 
But whatever the colors or material of the entire 
dress, the details are all iu all; the lace around the 
bosom and sleeves, the (lowers—in fact, all that fur¬ 
nishes the dress. If trimmed with black lace, some 
of the Bame should be worn on the head, and (lowers 
which are worn iu the hair should decorate the dress. 
— All the Year Round. 
DEIFYING THE FEMALE SEX. 
[Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker.} 
0! BRIGHT GENESEE. 
BY BE1.LB BUSH. 
Trs sweet at the twilight to wander alono. 
O'er scenes that were hallowed in years which hare flown; 
'Tip pleasant to steal from the cold world away, 
And tread the green hill* where the quick breezes play; 
But 0! there’s a joy more exquisite to me, 
In the light of thy waters, 0, bright Genesee! 
The wild winds that wake when the day-beam is o’er, 
Leave their harps on the willows that bend from thy shore. 
And rich is the chime of their musical lay, 
As its sounds through tho woodland enchantingly stray; 
But never had music such rapture lo me, 
As the voice of thy waters, 0, bright Genesee! 
Sweet smile of the valley, that winding afar, 
Bears the flame of the sun or the sheen of a star, 
“ How calm on thy bosom of blue ” could I glide 
By thy dew-dripping shores, to the chime of thy tide; 
While the shadows of care from roy spirit would flee 
At the sound of thy waters, O, bright Genesee! 
Thou mirror of beauty, how oft when a child 
Have I climbed the dark hills, thro'the deep tangled wild, 
And far from the scenes that encircled my home, 
Looked down on thy surface, thy fret work of foam; 
And fair as thy waves, wa* the future to me, 
As I trod thy green border*, 0, bright Genesee! 
But the dreams of my youth, the illusions of glory, 
Have perished from i nrth like the fame of a story. 
And weary of phantoms that folly had made, 
I turn with delight to tby valley of shade; 
But its shores with their hamlets look strangely to me,— 
All changed, save thy waters, 0, bright Genesee! 
Thou fair, dimpled river, still chainless thou art, 
With tby peace breathing numbers, enchanting my heart; 
How gently its chords eould he folded to rc*t, 
In a wave of sweet song, on thy sky lighted breast, 
Where the last not* - they utter commingled should be, 
With the voice of tby water*, 0, bright Genesee! 
Adelphian Institute, Norristown, pa., lwtl 
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[Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker.] 
’AGRICULTURE-ITS NOBILITY. 
destiny is unfolding for the cultivator of the soil. 
The institutions of learning that have been scattered 
broadcast throughout our land, are wielding a mighty 
influence. They are elevating him above the depths 
of ignorance and prejudice, to a high degree of cul¬ 
tivation and refinement. The intelligent farmer is 
taking his place in the highest circles of society, 
side by side with the wealthy lawyer, the successful 
merchant, and the accomplished Bcholar. His pro¬ 
fession is fast rising in the scale of public estimation, 
for which thanks are in a great measure due to the 
amount of talent and ability that has of late been 
brought to bear upon it by the invention of labor- 
saving machines and the wide circulation of agricul¬ 
tural journals. The elegant surroundings of taste, 
and the comforts and conveniences of superior 
knowledge which are now often seen around the 
farmer’s home, evince a spirit of improvement and 
intellectual advancement, not merely local and tem¬ 
porary, but widespread and permanent. 
One of the chief reasons why farming has been 
hitherto regarded with so little favor, is the unfortu¬ 
nate aversion which mankind are wont to cherish 
against all kinds of manual labor. That this is owing 
in pait to the perversity of our natures, I make no 
doubt ; but I am strongly inclined to the belief that 
it is partly the remains of that deep rooted prejudice 
existing when the most respectable calling was ac¬ 
counted that of arm?. This feeling seems to have 
taken about as d-ep a root in the minds of men as the 
propensity to duelling, another relic of a barbarous 
age. We venture to hope, however, that as the 
world progresses in knowledge and enlightenment, 
the a e ideas will vanish, and the profession of agricul¬ 
ture he regarded in its true light,—one of the very 
noblest on earth. Coeur. 
Poughkeepsie, N. Y., 1861. 
Rev. Dr. Alexander, in his recent volume of 
sermons, utters the following solemn warning: — 
“ What a horrid fraud Satan is practicing ou the 
church in regard to the daughters of the coveuant! 
In fashionable circles — dare 1 name them Christians 
— the years where girlhood merges into maturity are 
frequently sold to the adversary. The young Ameri¬ 
can woman is taught to deem herself a goddess. If 
there bo wealth, if there be accomplishments, if 
there be beauty, almost a miracle seems necessary to 
prevent the loss of the soul. Behold her pass from 
the pedestal to ihe altar: the charming victim is 
decked for sacrifice. Every breath that comes to her 
is incense. Her very studies are to fit her for admi¬ 
ration. l>ay and night the gay but wretched maiden 
is taught to think of 6elf and selfish pleasures. Till 
some Lenten fashion of solemnity interrupt the 
whirl, the season is' too short for the engagements. 
(Have parents shake their heuds at magnificent 
apparel, costly gems, night turned into day, dances, 
at which the Romans would have blushed, pale 
cheeks, bending frames, threatened decay; and yet 
they allow and submit. Aud thus that sex, which 
ought to show the sweet, unselfish innocency of a 
holy youth, is carried to the overheated temples of 
pleasure. Thus the so-called Christian verifies the 
apostle’s maxim: ‘She that livetli in pleasure, is 
dead while she liveth.’ ” 
The farmer has been sometimes styled Nature’s 
nobleman, a title which expresses not inaptly his pecu¬ 
liar relations to the mysterious ruling power of the 
universe. The ".crm nobleman, has generally been 
used to designate one who assists a monarch in the ad¬ 
ministration of his government. In like manner the 
fanner co-operates with nature in the production and 
distribution of her inestimable gifts, which are neces¬ 
sary to the support and comfort of man and beast. 
There are many who think farming alow and servile 
craft, and some even go so far as to affirm that it. 
scarcely raises one above the brutes, but these I look 
upon as the conceptions of vulgar and grovelling 
minds, which arc not apt to form their opinions from 
philosophical observation, but arc chiefly influenced 
by outward appearances and prejudice, and often I 
am led to suspect that there is no small mixture of 
slothfulness and discontent in tbeir combinations. 
Therefore, in order that wo may not be led into any 
grevious errors, or narrow ami one-sided views, let 
us give the subject,a fair and candid examinat ion, and 
for this purpose suppose we look for a moment at first 
principles. The harmony which is exhibited in the 
mechanism of the globe, and the nice adaptation of 
all Ita parts to their respective purposes, lias been a 
source of unfailing admiration to philosophers of 
every age, und they have confessed that the deeper 
they extended their observations, the more surpris¬ 
ing are the examples of tho order and beauty of the 
vast, machine, and the wisdom of the mind that pro¬ 
jected it. The various processes, too, by which every 
end has been wrought out, discover an excellence 
and a magnitude before which man’s greatest achieve 
montspale tbeir lustre and dwindle into insignificance. 
The (treat Artist evidently designed agriculture to 
be the oh id source of our subsistence, the parent of 
all other arts, tho fountain head from which they 
flow. He seems to have blessed tlie pursuit, more 
abundantly than any other, with those gifts that are 
most highly prized and eagerly sought by all, name¬ 
ly, health and long life. And knowing, too, that 
without some employment existence would hang 
heavily upon us, he seems to have selected the cul¬ 
ture of the'earth as the most delightful of all occupa¬ 
tions,—one worthy the pursuit of man in that perfect 
and blissful state which he enjoyed before his fall. 
The Israelites, on whom he bestowed so many signal 
marks of favor, and whose existence was calculated, 
like the golden age of Ratufn, to be a realization of 
those dreams of happiness which humanity so fondly 
cherishes, were expressly limited by laws from any 
extensive intercourse or traffic with other nations- 
as if the cultivation of the s)il, on which they mainly 
relied for support, was deemed the most happy and 
innocent employment they could be engaged in. A 
host of characters might be cited from scripture, 
such as the patriarchs, and King David himself, who 
followed agriculture, and wbo were particularly be¬ 
loved by the Supreme Behg; indeed, w r e will find 
that He was always the special patron of this art, aud 
profuse in pouring out his greatest blessings upon its 
followers. 
Agriculture is a favorite theme with the poets, and 
has given rise to some of their most beautiful effu¬ 
sions. The pastorals of antquity breathe throughout 
such a spirit of sweetness, dud domestic tranquility, 
and peace, as no other art cpuld inspire. Could the 
business of a quibbling lawyer or fawning tradesman, 
which seem to possess sue) attractions in the eyes 
of our youth, ever be wron;bt into such melodious 
measures? Could any of t' eir details suggest such 
noble thoughts and aspirati ns as fill the mind of the 
intelligent farmer, who dai r holds communion with 
Nature in her most attract!' i forms, aud who watches 
with unfailing interest thj gradual unfolding and 
perfection of her mysterioui operations,—the marvel¬ 
ous instances of her wise economy. 
Many examples might l* given of the love and 
devotion of distinguished ecu to the cause of agri¬ 
culture; but as Americans we need none brighter 
than that afforded by our odu honored Washington, 
who looked forward with 1 nging eyes to the shades 
of retirement aud the sw ets of rural life as the 
“IT IS MORE BLESSED.” 
Give! as the morning that flows out of heaven; 
Give! as the waves when their channel is riven; 
Givet as the free air and sunshine are given; 
Lavishly, utterly, carelessly give. 
Not the waste drops of tby cup overflowing, 
Not the faint sparks of tb.r hearth ever glowing, 
Not a pale bud from the Jone roses blowing; 
Give, as He gave thee who gave tbee to live. 
Pour out thy love, like the rush of a river 
Wasting its water* forever and ever, 
Through the burnt sand* that reward not the giver; 
Silent or songful, thou nearest the sea. 
Scatter thy life, as the summer shower's pouring! 
What if no bird through the. pearl-rain ia soaring? 
What if no blossom looks upward adoring? 
Look to the life that w.ia lavished for thee! 
Give, though lliy heart may be wasted and weary, 
Laid on an altar all ashen and dreary; 
Though from its pulse* a faint miserere 
Beats to thy soul the gad presage of fate, 
Bind it with cords of unshrinking devotion; 
Smile at the song of ita restless emotion; 
'Tis the stern hymn of eternity's ocean; 
HeaV! and in silence thy future await. 
solace of his declining yearl—a haven of refuge from 
the turmoils and the distractions of office. There is 
So the wild wind strews ita perfumed caresses, 
Evil and thankless the depart it blesses, 
Bitter the wave that its soft pinion presses, 
Never it e.ea*eth to whisper and sing, 
What if tho hard heart gives thorns for thy roses? 
What if on rock* thy tired bosom reposes? 
Sweetest ia music with minor-keyed closes, 
Fairest the vines that on ruin will cling. 
HEALTH AND HAPPINESS. 
Health is to be regarded as the chief of earthly 
blessings. It is one upon which all others must, in 
a great measure, depend. It has also more to do for 
the mind than has been supposed. Rtrength of intel¬ 
lect, moral power, serenity of temper, all derive more 
or less from physical bctillli of the individual. And 
happiness ban certainly this for its material founda¬ 
tion. Of what value is ft line mansion to the owner 
who is bed ridden? A sumptuous table to a misera¬ 
ble dyspeptic? Harks and shaded avenues to a man 
with tho gout? CkriSagCB, horses, servants, every 
luxury, to one who is ever tormented with rheumatic 
twinges? The plow-boy who goes whistling to the 
field, full of rosy-hoed health, may well be envied by 
the consumptive land holder or banker, who watches 
him, while he sits coughing in his lordly chamber. 
And what think you the faded, ailing, carefully pre¬ 
served, woman of fashion would give, to exchange 
her false curls and cosmetics for the natural, ruddy 
hues and glowing beauty of her washer-woman’s 
daughter? 
We may have wealth, friends, books, splendid 
drawing rooms, the finest pew in church, everything 
money can command — still, the enjoyment of every 
blessing refers back to health. The apprentice in 
the gallery enjoys the play more in one evening, at 
the modest cost of two shillings, than Mrs. Weak- 
nerves In her expensive box during the whole season. 
Old Asthmatic’s magnificent estate is not a tenth 
part as much as his woodchopper’s, who goes singing 
in the woods every morning, with his axe on his 
shoulder and his luncheon in his pocket. 
Health, then, Is to he prized first of all; and no 
blessing of minor importance can sanely be pur¬ 
chased at its expense., To its maintenance or resto¬ 
ration, riches, pursuits, and more than all, pleasures, 
are to be freely sacrificed, if necessary. What use is 
a trade or profession to him who lias broken his con¬ 
stitution in obtaining it? How much better for him¬ 
self, yonder sickly and effeminate clergyman would 
have done, had he neglected theology and given more 
attention to hi* bowels! What are all pleasures now 
to the w retched sensualist, whose capacity for enjoy¬ 
ment has been destroyed by perversion and excesses? 
Aud what is wealth to him who has expended all the 
vital essence and exhuberant juice of his constitution 
in a life of toil and care? 
Almost the day of thy giving is over; 
Ere from the gro** dins tho bee hooted clover, 
Thou wilt have vanished from friend and from lover; 
What shall thy longing avail in the grave? 
Give, as tho heart gives, whose fetters are breaking, 
Life, love and hope, all thy dreams and tby waking, 
Soon heaven’s river thy sonl-fevor slaking. 
Thou shalt know Goo and the gift that He gave. 
[Written fer Moore’s Rural New-Yorker.] 
CONSCIENCE. 
MANLY MEN. 
A man may chain his appetites aud hold the realm 
of knowledge within the cincture of his brain, and 
yet, in the saddest aspect of all, he overcome by the 
world. And again I say, how startling is the fact 
that one may hold on steadily up to a particular 
point, and there all gives way. 0, my brother man, 
meaning to live the life of duty, the life of religion! 
the world is a mighty antagonist, subtle us it 1 h 
strong; more to be dreaded in its whispers to the 
heart's secret inclinations than in gross shapes of 
evil. And let me say to yon that it is a great thing 
in this respect to overcome the world. It is a great 
thing, by God's help aud your own effort, to keep it 
in its place, and say to it* eager pressure, ‘‘Thus 
far and no further.” A great thing, O merchant! to 
carry the clue of rectitude through the labyrinths of 
traffic, and to feel the woof of eternal sanctions 
crossing the warp of the daily interests. A great 
thing, 0 politician! to withstand the fickle teachings 
of popularity, to scorn the palatable lie, and keep 
God’s signet upon yoirr conscience. A great thing, 
0 man! whatever your condition, to resist the ap¬ 
peals of envy and revenge, of avarice and pleasure, 
anu to feel that your life lias higher ends than these. 
Strenuous must be the endeavor, but proportionately 
blessed is the victory of him who in these issues 
overcomes the world.— Rei'. E. H. Chapin. 
Thfre is an innate principle in man which decides 
the moral quality of every action. However de¬ 
praved or fallen from his original state of purity, 
this GOO-given faculty still continues to perform its 
intended mission. It is optional with man whether 
its voice *h • 'i be heard and obeyed, or its monitions 
he unheeded and disregarded. Yet it is an awful 
thought, that, with every impulse of conscience, it 
brings with it new relations and obligations to our¬ 
selves and to Gon. The authority of conscience is 
imperative, and wo may not violate its laws with 
impunity. Notwithstanding, by continued departure 
from its impressions, our hearts become seared, and 
the pangs of conscience so dimin shed, that we may 
now perform that which Once would have caused our 
inmost souls to shrink and draw back. How the 
child feels poignftut remorse, after the first act of 
pilfering; but, by continued acts of theft, he becomes 
so hardened that he has no dread of anything, save 
the possible detection of his crime,— jib seen in the 
case of Burk, who was in the habit of murdering 
men for the purpose of selling their bodies to sur¬ 
geons for dissection. At first bo fe|t all the horrors 
which could wring the heart of a murderer, but, by 
continued commission of his hellish crimes, his con¬ 
science became so benumbed that he could take the 
life of a fellow man with as much composure as a 
butcher would slaughter a beast. Thus we see. that, 
by continued violation of the dictates of conscience, 
we degenerate almost into brutes. Hence, our con¬ 
science should be enlightened by the Word of Gon; 
seek to know llis will; obey e.very impulse which 
would lead in the way of truth. In order that we 
may accomplish these most desirable results, it 
would be well, first, before performing an act, to 
study its moral quality, und deliberate respecting its 
real nature. Mao, we should remember that con¬ 
science has been so often abused, that it may not 
always be trusted; and whenever a doubt is enter¬ 
tained respecting an act, let it never be performed. 
This was President Khwards’ plan;—“Resolved, 
Never to do anything of which J so much question 
the lawfulness, as that. I intend, at the same time, to 
consider and examine afterward whether it be lawful 
or not, except I as much question the lawfulness of 
the omission. Manly S. H. 
Lima, N. Y., 1861. 
Motives to Holiness. A man w’ho has been re¬ 
deemed by the blood of tho Bon of God should be 
pure. He who is an heir of life should be holy. He 
who is attended by celestial beings, and who is soon 
—he knows not how soon—to be translated to heaven 
should be holy. Are angels my attendants? Then I 
should walk worthy of their companionship. Am I 
soon to go and dwell with angels? Then I should 
be pure. Are these feet soon to tread the court of 
heaven? Is this tongue soon to unite with heavenly 
beings in praising God? Are these eyes of mine 
soon to look on the throne of eternal glory, and on 
the ascended Redeemer? Then these feet, and cyee, 
and lips should be pure and holy; and I should be 
dead to the world and live for heaven.— Alb. Barnes. 
Evil Passions.— Evil passions exert a powerful 
influence over the understanding; they derange its 
action, and, having the art of self-concealment, are 
likely to operate with greatest fatality when least 
exposed to the notice of their victim. Of the drunk¬ 
ard, it is often said that he is a poor judge of him¬ 
self. often imagining himself to be sober when he is 
not. It is very much so with all the evil passions 
that prey upon fallen humanity; they beguile and 
deceive, ruin and destroy, without any advertisement 
of their presence, except in their results. They 
Bhrink from the blaze of conscience, aud burrow in 
the heart. 
Goodness and Greatness. —There is nothing but 
man, says an old writeT, that respecteth greatness— 
not God, not nature, not disease, not death, not judg¬ 
ment. Not God—He is no acceptor of persons. Not 
nature—we see the sons of princes horn as naked as 
the poorest; and the poor child as fair, well-favored, 
strong, witty as the heir of nobles. Not disease, 
death, judgment*—they sicken alike, die alike, fare 
alike after death. There is nothing, besides natural 
men, of whom goodness is not respected. I will 
honor greatness in others; hut for myself, I will 
esteem a drachm of goodness worth a whole world 
of greatness. 
Gen. Putnam, who, like Cij cinnatcb of old, left his 
plow in the furrow, and listened at his country’s 
call, to lead her armies to battle; and 1 might men¬ 
tion also that illustrious frnator who was said to 
have taken as much prida and satisfaction in the 
management of his Marshteld estate as in his bril¬ 
liant political career. Prince Albert, too, lias an 
extensive farm, conducted on the most approved 
plan, whither he withdravs in seasons of leisure 
from the pomp and bustle (f royalty, to soothe his 
spirit in calm seclusion,—perhaps to forget for awhile 
the vast responsibility that rests upon crowned heads. 
In America a bright future is opening, a noble 
Some men of a secluded and studious life have sent 
forth from the closet or the cloister beams of intel¬ 
lectual light that have agitated courts and revolu¬ 
tionized kingdoms; like the moon that, far removed 
from the ocean, and shining upon it with a serene 
light, is yet the chief cause of all the eddyings and 
flowings of that world of waters. 
It is a most fearful fact to think of, that in every 
heart there is some secret spring that would be weak 
at the touch of temptation, and that is liable to be 
assailed. Fearful aud yet salutary to think of; for 
the thought may serve to keep our moral nature 
braced. It warns us that we can never stand at ease, 
or lie down in thi3 field of life, without sentinels of 
watchfulness, and camp-fires of prayer. 
Rome religionists would make contempt of the 
creation a test of piety; but they greatly err. It was 
of the material universe that six times over God said 
that it was “ good.” 
Good Temteu.—G ood temper is the philosophy of 
the heart—a gem of the treasury within, whose rays 
are reflected on all outward objects; a perpetual 
sunshine, imparting warmth, light, and life, to all 
within the sphere of its vast influence. 
He that puts a Bible into the bands of a child, 
gives him more than a kingdom, for it gives him a 
key to the kingdom of heaven. — Dr. Buchanan. 
Saving faith is conquering faith; it conquers sin, 
Satan, the world, and death; it goes on in its warfare 
and its conauests until crowned with glory. 
