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FEMALE EDUCATION IN GERMANY. 
A French traveler in Germany says:— The 
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the horizon of our future, our country •will yet 
be filled with eternal delights, fresher than rain¬ 
bows and purer than the light of Autumnal 
r aM»at& fSIusihgs. 
Written lor Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
THE VICTORY OF THE FLOWERS. 
bv lbuoy wjirrronD. 
“ Quaxtrell, with ft dozen of hie gang, came to 
destroy the place, but said to my wife it was too 
pretty to bnru and should be saved. Thus you see 
that the beauty of cultivated nature softened the 
heart of a notorious bushwhacker and cold-blooded 
murderer. Wc shall cultivate flowers as long as wc 
remember this horrible rebellion .”—Letter from Geo. 
Ford of Lawrence, Kanmt. 
When like nn infant Law uencr slept, 
And in tbc arms of Freedom dreamed, 
CiuANTBKnj. with dcaolation swept 
Her peaceful homes ere morning gleamed. 
Yes, like a wolf upon the fold, 
He paused not in his course of blood, 
But led his pack on young and old. 
Till at a cottage gate he stood. 
There, like n bridal queen arrayed, 
A home was trembling for Its fate; 
But culture there a guard had made 
Of lovely flowers to conquer hate. 
With God’s own thought they blushing stood 
And met that wicked wave of woe; 
To vanquish evil with the good 
They groot with smiles that frowning foe. 
Then, like a spark in ashes stirred, 
Tho raider felt his conscience burn, 
And, conquered, gave the counter word 
Which made his torchmen from it turn. 
Then, like the first In Eden bowers, 
Should Christian homes be beautified,— 
For pleasant scenes aud gentle flowers 
To holy Uvea are close allied. 
Harmony, Chaut. Co., N. Y. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
NO LONGER A CHILD. 
Sad thought! How It brings up visions of 
the burled past, of the bright and happy days 
of childhood, ami turning buck over the many 
tinted leaves of memory’s saluted volume tve 
behold, pictured there, bright scenes, beautiful 
faces, and fair forms <>1' the tho Long Ago. Forms 
that have siuco grown weary of bearing the cross 
in this sorrow-land, and are now wearing the 
crown in tho pearly-walled city, where we hope 
to meet again sometime. 
culinary art forms a part of the education of 
women in Germany. The well-to-do tradesman, 
like the mechanic, takes pride in seeing his 
daughters good housekeepers. To efTect his 
object, the girl, on leaving school, which she 
docs when ubout fourteen years of age, goes 
through the ceremony of confirmation, aud is 
then placed by her parents with a country cler¬ 
gyman, or in a large family, where she remains 
one or two years, filling what may almost he 
termed the post of servant, and doing the work 
of oue. This is looked upon as an apprentice¬ 
ship to domestic economy. She differs from ft 
servant, however, in this, she receives no wages; 
on the contrary, her parents often pay for tire 
care taken of her, as well as for her clothiug. 
This is the first step in her education of house¬ 
keeper. She next passes, on the same conditions, 
into the kitchen of a rich private family, or In 
that of some hotel of good repute. Here she 
lias control of the expenditure, and of the ser¬ 
vants employed in it, and assists personally iu 
the cooking, but Is always addressed as Franlein, 
or Miss, and is treated by the fitunily with defer¬ 
ence aud consideration. Many daughters of 
rich families receive a similar training, with this 
difference, however, that they receive It in a 
princely mansion, or a royal residence. There 
is a reigning queen in Germany at the present 
moment who was trained in this way. Conse¬ 
quently, tho women in Germany are perfect 
models of order and economy. The richest 
lady, as well as the poorest woman, is well 
acquainted with the market price of provisions: 
and it gives one real satisfaction to see her bust¬ 
ling about from one part of the house to another; 
HOW peeping into the nursery to see how the 
children are going on, then looking iuto the 
kitchen to see that the cook is doing her duly, 
and that everything is perfectly clean, and gen¬ 
erally giving an eye to everything aud every¬ 
body, keeping all well up to their work. In 
short, she is the very soul of the house. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
A FANCY. 
stars. 
West Potsdam, N. Y,, 1866. 
w. w. T. 
PRAYER FOR REST. 
GOSSIP AND MISCELLANY. 
BT ELIZA O. CROSBY. 
A childish fancy clings to me that I cannot put 
aside— 
Thathome-lighta of earth are close to star-lights of 
heaven allied. 
From the windows of pleasant houses when fall the 
shadows of night, 
Cheerfully out in the darkness far flashes the evening 
light. 
And I fancy the stars, that shine above us in bound¬ 
less blue, 
Are distant windows of heaven with the glory flash¬ 
ing through. 
Wo raisB their gentle beams falling softly downward 
through the night, 
When dark clouds have curtained the sky and hidden 
their mystic light. 
Then, as you love the light that gleams like a bless¬ 
ing from the stars, ( 
Let your own home-light shine outward in quivering, 
golden bars, 
Through green leaves of the summer trees, or over 
the ernsted snow, 
On paths where the feet of wanderers are passing 
faint and slow: 
Where feet in Joyous haste speed past, and the home¬ 
less wander by— 
Thank God! the light of our heaven-home, that 
flashes from the sky, 
Shines not alone for those of earth who dwell in 
home-light and love, 
For the homeless and forsaken here may find a home 
above. 
Let your light shine outward in the night, perchance 
its beams may start 
A mem'ry of a happy home in BOine crime-encrusted 
heart 
PLAYING TOGETHER. 
Perchance a stranger’s thoughts may speed, as he 
secs it flashing bright, 
Where his own home-light is gleaming in some dis¬ 
tant land to-night. 
“And we almost hear through the turbulent roar, 
Sweet voices, we heard in tho days gone before.” 
Mother, our mother, a form brighter than all 
the rest, encircled by a halo of the years that 
grow more brilliant as they roll on ! Pleasing 
associations cluster around her name, thoughts 
come welling up from the deep recesses of tho 
soul, of the tender care, prayerful watching, 
smoothing life’6 rugged pathway for our feet, 
and pointing us to the light beyond the cloud- 
shadowed river, which through the long years 
since she fell asleep with blessings on her lips— 
blessings caught by the waiting angels and borne 
to the Father for us—has been our guiding star. 
And oft when wandering from the thorn-strewn 
path which leads to the narrow gateway, the 
remembrance of these blessed ministries has 
brought back our erring feet. Ever blessed 
be her memory! And the old home hallowed 
by her presence — our home, with the two great 
locust trees standing as warders at the gate, 
making music with the winds in winter, and 
fragrant with their clusters of creamy blossoms 
in summer. The little bed of Sweet Williams, 
June pinks, China asters, and other old-fashion¬ 
ed flowers, which we used greatly to admire, the 
more so because wo were forbidden to pick 
them. The old bouse whore silence reigns, “ the 
silence of the dead.” 
Yes, it is a happy sight, the sport* of children ! 
What life! what joy! what consequential airs! 
Bring the baby, Bridget. Let the trumpet and 
the drum do their best; only let It be at a 
proper time aud iu a proper place, and not to 
disturb the sick and nervous. We never know 
what children really are while we keep apart 
from them, or watch them as a sentinel does a 
prisoner. Lot us get hold of your hands and 
your hearts, little ones, and we will try to enter 
into your joys. 
He who checks a child with terror. 
Stops its play aud stillB its song, 
Not alone commits an error, 
But a grievous moral wrong. 
Little Children—household angels—from the windows 
look afar, 
Woud'ring at each heavy shadow, wond’riDg at each 
eld a lug star. 
With greater power comes tho fancy, that stare in 
heaven’s blue 
Are its glory-lighted windows, with the angels look¬ 
ing through. 
Rome, N. Y.,,(366. 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
LIBERTY AND RELIGION. 
Give it play, atid never fear it, 
Active life is no defect : 
Never, never break its spirit, 
Curb it only to direct. 
Would yon stop yon flowing river, 
Thinking it would cease to flow ? 
Onward it must flow forever— 
Better teach it where to go. 
CRYING AT WEDDINGS. 
“ No palace of Kings was o’er loved half «o well, 
Tho’ in pride and in graudcurlt towered ; 
With door always open to want and distress, 
Kind hearts there to comfort and cheer, 
And hands over ready to give and to bless — 
Sure pence and comfort dwell there." 
There is the little brown school-house, the 
scene of many of childhood's fancied wrongs, 
of the miss-spent time, tho tempter and the 
tempted, and of the battles against temptation. 
We had such a good teacher then. To us she 
seemed the personification of all that was good 
and beautiful. But whore are the happy faces 
that assembled there to receive instruction from 
those lips which are now closed on earth for¬ 
ever ? With hearts full and running over with 
ardent desires, and lofty aspirations for the 
future, pressing onward and upward, little think¬ 
ing they were passiug the happiest days this side 
the river! Now no longer children. Some have 
loved and been loved in return; others, among 
them our dearest friends, have been gathered 
into the Reaper’s sheaf of flowers and golden 
grain, und borne to the store house above, where 
we should lay our treasures ; the rest scattered 
hither and thither, battling with the world, feel¬ 
ing it at best to be a weary place, — promises of 
correspondence long unfulfilled and almost for¬ 
gotten by each other. Yet beneath the time- 
roughed exterior lies a warm heart, and when 
“ O’er it gust* of memory sweep,” 
whirling away the dead leaves and blighted fruit 
of the past, there comes a real longing to be a 
child again. 
A recent writer says it is surprising how 
infectious tears are at a wedding. First of all, 
the bride cries because she is going to be mar¬ 
ried; and then, of course, the bridemaids cry, 
perhaps, because they are not; and the fond 
mamma cries because she'll lose her d-d-darling; 
aud then the fund papa cries because he thinks 
It’s proper; and then all the ladies cry, because 
ladies, as a rule, will never miss a chance of cry¬ 
ing; aud then, perhaps, the groomsmen cry, to 
keep the ladies company, and the old pew opener 
cries, to show what deep pecuniary interest she 
takes in the proceedings; and then, perhaps, the 
public cries, the publie being, of course, com¬ 
posed exclusively of petticoats. But, notwith¬ 
standing all these Niobcs, who make quite a 
Niagara of eye-water around him, we own we 
never yet have seen the bridegroom cry, and 
should about, as soon expect to hear the beadle 
whimper. 
“The number of idle, useless girls, in all our 
large cities, seems to be steadily increasing. 
They lounge or sleep through their mornings 
and parade the streets during the afternoon, and 
assemble in frivolous companies of their own 
and the other 6ux to pass away their evenings. 
What a store of unhappiness for themselves and 
others are they laying up for coming time, when 
real duties and high responsibilities shall be 
thoughtlessly assumed ! They are skilled in no 
domestic duties—nay, they despise them, have 
no habits of industry nor taste for the useful. 
What will they be as wives and mothers ? Alas, 
for the husbauds aud children, and also for 
themselves! Who can wonder if domestic un¬ 
happiness aud domestic ruin follows it?” 
In t imes like these, when our minds arc tossed 
from fear to hope, from despondency to exulta¬ 
tion, aud back agaiu to doubt, many are 
undccidod whether our nation is finally to 
exhibit, iu one grand, concentrated form, the 
best results of all former civilization, and to be 
Time’s last, best gift to the world,—Or whether 
we are simply an incident in the great onward 
march of human progress, or whether we are to 
illustrate some single idea which, In Its order, is 
to develop some greut result far beyond our 
knowledge. This fact will scarcely admit of 
contradiction, that, through the dark days which 
we have passed, with only a knowledge of the 
Immense interest involved in the issue oi the 
contest., we have almost unanimously centered 
round the two great Ideas of “Liberty and 
Religion.” The important fact which, claims 
our attention is, that if we would preserve our 
existence, wo must give our whole attention to 
the joint dcndopmeml of these two ideas. The 
past teaches us that this Is the end toward which 
we are tending. And 1 firmly believe this is the 
thought which Gon, by his own methods of 
discipline, is aiming to impress on this nation. 
We may take our etuud upon some mountain 
peak of history and look back over the patli of 
human progress, and wc can but draw this in¬ 
ference. There is not a step of the way which 
has not been won by the severest straggles—not 
a single era of human development which ha§ 
not been marked by conflict and sacrifice,—by 
suffering and trial. Often the right has been 
overwhelmed and beaten to the earth.J Often the 
feeble virtue has been made the victim of the 
powerfhl vice, and dungeons have been built, 
scaffolds reared, and swords sharpened to keep 
back and oppress liberty. The earth is covered 
with battle fields, and often upon these “ Liberty 
The London Athenaeum says :—“It is curious 
that the most questionable novels of the day 
should be written by women. To judge from 
their books, the ideas of women on points of 
morals and ethics seem in a state of transition, 
and, consequently, of confusion.” 
The femlne soul cannot well conceive of mod¬ 
eration ; it comprehends only angels or fiends; 
it takes the masculine mind to make a divine, 
fascinating sinner. 
“ Oct-cboj’I’INGS, or selections from Cali¬ 
fornia Verse,” has made a longer and deep¬ 
er excitement on the Pacific coast than the 
loudest earthquake. Those who were chosen 
for inside seats are not satisfied with their places 
or the room they occupy; and those who were 
left out altogether are in a terrible state of In¬ 
dignation; and so between “out-croppers” and 
non “ out-croppers,” the poet* of the coast and 
their friends keep the newspapers and the com ■ 
rnunity in a real tea-pot tempest. Already an¬ 
other volume of poems by California writers is 
announced, wherein wrongs will be righted and 
out-croppers will be cropped; When St appears, 
not before, peaeo will be restored and Californi¬ 
ans will be allowed to resume their regular busi¬ 
ness of drinking champagne and speculating in 
Washoe stocks. The fall of Gould & Curry and 
other Comstock lode mine6 is doubtless owing 
to this counter excitement. 
A “Mr. Parallax” in England, in book and 
lectures, is teaching that the earth is not a globe, 
but a plane, and the only material world in the 
universe; that the moon shines by her own light 
and is eclipsed by another satellite, quite dark, 
that gets in her way, and other astronomical 
novelties. Tho Athenaeum naively hopes he will 
make a few converts; “for the common facts 
and inferences of astronomy are very ill under¬ 
stood, and we want a Wesleyan agitation to put 
the establishment on its mettle.” 
The University of Michigan at Ann Arbor, is 
one of the largest and most flourishing institu¬ 
tions of learning in the country. Its catalogue, 
just issued, shows a total of 851 students in the 
department of science, literature and the arte, 
385 in the law school, und 4(57 in the medical 
school, making a grand tot al of 1,5105. The cat¬ 
alogue makes a thick pamphlet of 88 pages. 
The catalogue of the college of California at 
Oakland, on tho other hand, represent* one of 
the smallest and youngest colleges in the coun¬ 
try, but one which is bound to grow. There are 
only 25 students in the four classes of the colle¬ 
giate department; but the 243 names in the pre¬ 
paratory department of the institution give good 
evidence that the classes will be larger iu the 
future. 
Gerome, type, if not master, of the marvel¬ 
ous finish and rich sensuousness, if not sensu¬ 
alism, of modern French printing, has been 
honored by election as member of the French 
Institute. 
How far it is in the power of any music to 
soot he deep sorrow, aud give repose to the weari¬ 
ness of those who have labored long and reaped 
only disappointment, is a question which every 
heart must decide for itself. 
The little poem, “ No Sect iu Heaven,” so fa¬ 
miliar to our readers, is having a great circula¬ 
tion in Great Britain. It is sold in packages of 
a dozen for eight cent*, and 212,000 have thus 
been circulated. 
Upon the hills the wind la sharp and cold 
The sweet young grasses wither on the wold, 
And we, O Lord, have wandered from thy fold; 
But evening brings ns home, 
Among the mists we stumbled, and the rocks, 
Where the brown lichen whitens, and the fox 
Watches the straggler from the scattered flocks; 
But evening brings ns home. 
Tho sharp thorns prick us, and onr tender feet 
Are cut and bleeding, and the lambs repeat 
Their pitiful complaints—O, rest Is sweet. 
When evening brings us home. 
We have been wounded by the hunter's darts, 
Our eyes are very heavy, and onr heart* 
Search for thy coming—when the light departs, 
At evening, bring ns home I 
The darkness gathers. Thro' tho gloom no star 
Rises to guide ns. We have wandered far. 
Without thy lamp we know not whero we are— 
At evening bring ub home I 
The clouds nre round us, the snow-drifts thicken, 
O thon, dear Shepherd, leave ub not to sicken 
In the waste night—our tardy footsteps quicken. 
At evening bring us home! 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
THE GLORIES OF THE UPPER WORLD. 
A bit of criticism—the London Athemeum on 
a volume of poetry: “As Mr. Moore candidly 
confesses that lie. is no poet, and as we quite 
agree with him, It would be useless to criticise 
or quote bis efi’usions.” 
LITTLE THINGS. 
The preciousness of little things was never 
more beautifully expressed than in the follow¬ 
ing morceau by B. F. Taylor: 
Little martin-boxe* of homes are generally the 
most happy and cozy; little villages are nearer 
to being atoms of a shattered paradise than any¬ 
thing we know of; and little fortunes bring the 
most eoutent, and little hopes the least disap¬ 
pointments. 
Little words are the sweetest to hear; little 
charities fly furtherest, and stay longest on the 
wing; little lakes ore the stillest., little hearts 
and Religion" have fallen before the arm of the fullest, and little farms the best tilled. Little 
hirling away the dead leaves and blighted fruit • A , thc of her 
e ° circle, was in bed, apparently dying from swell- 
f the past, there comes a real lomrimr to be a , , . „ . J J ° 
did again “ mg and inflammation of the throat, an maccessi- 
, ‘ . hie abscess stopping the way; she could swallow 
Make*m *a^chUdagam' V jJ^/OT’T«™fi;!w '”° Ur nothing; every LWng had been tried. Her friends 
But those halcvon dav K werestanding around her bed in misery and help- 
ambition und the lust of conquest. In Engirad 
they were results before they became moving 
forces. They grew up with English civilization, 
but did not, for many years, form the recognized 
basis of its nationality. Its firet ages were 
marked by the struggle of tribes and race6 for 
the mastery. Principles were not involved in 
their conflicts. France tried to assert her 
liberty independently of religion, and iu some 
instances to ignore it. 
Italy and Holland struggled for freedom in 
opposition to religion. But here, iu America, 
books are the most read, and little songs the 
most loved. And when nature would make any¬ 
thing especially rare and beautiful, she makes it 
little,—little pearls, little diamonds, little dews. 
Everybody calls that little that they love best 
on earth. We once heard a good sort of a man 
speak of his little wife, and wo fancied that she 
must he a perfect little bijou of a wife. We saw 
her, aud she weighed 210; we were surprised. 
But then it was no joke; the man meant it. He 
eould put his wife in Ills heart and have room for 
other things beside; and what was she but pre- 
with all the numerous and varied experiences of cious, and what was she but littleV 
But those halcyon days are o’er, and the hells 
knell to us these sad facte: No longer a child !— 
no mother to point to us the cross!_no home 
like the old home,—our school days finished, and 
we arc growing old! 
-“And oh. flow soon 
Will life’s sweet morning yield to morn 
And moou’s broad, fervid, earnest light 
Be shrouded in the solemn night.” 
lessness. “Try her with a compliment,” said 
her husband, in a not uncomic despair. She had 
genuine humor as well as he; and as physiolo¬ 
gists know, there is a sort of mental tickling 
which is beyond and above control, being uuder 
the reflex system, and instinctive as sighing. 
She laughed with her whole body aud soul, and J 
burst the abscess and was well. 
“ Lakeside,” N.Y. 
A Wife.—N o man knows what a ministering 
angel the wife of his bosom is unless he has gone 
with her through the fiery trials of this world. 
“ Mamma,” said little Nell, “ had thegoverness 
ought to flog me for what I did not do ? ” “No, 
my dear child, why do you ask?" “Because 
she flogged me to-day when I didn’t do my sum.” 
the old world, was built a nationality od these 
two jointly recognized principles. Hand in 
band these twin sisters started from Dell’ Haven 
to fulfill the grandest dream of the Christian 
Philanthropist to accomplish together the work 
which neither had ever completed separately, 
and iu Lbe pent up cabin of that little vessel, on 
the boisterous Atlantic, they cemented their 
covenant to the chaut of the letterless sea aud 
untutored winds, lit choristers to sing the 
anthem of Liberty. 
Let us dismiss all fears and doubts. Although 
we may be called upon to make many 6uch sac¬ 
rifices as that of Abraham Lincolon, and be 
humiliated by designing politicians, yet if we 
are true to ourselves und our country, aud do 
not prove recreant to the high hopes that skirt 
Multum in Parvo—much in little—is the great 
beauty of all that we love best, hope for most, 
and remember the longest. 
The most agreeable of all companions is a 
simple, frank man, without any high preten¬ 
sions to an oppressive greatness; one who loves 
life, and understands the use of it ; obliging 
alike at all hours ; above all of a golden temper, 
and steadfast as nn anchor. For such a one 
we gladly exchange the greatest genius, the 
most brilliant wit, the profoundest thinker.— 
Lessing. 
An Example for Ministers.— In Liverpool, 
England, there arc sixty Catholic priests, every 
one of whom administers the temperance pledge 
to such of their parish to whom it is a necessity. 
This is an effort to reclaim the Irish of the right 
kind. If all the ministers of religion did the 
same, what a change would take place among 
the people, socially and morally! 
.t 
How limited is onr present circle of action! 
How contracted all our view& ! We arc confined 
witbiu thc narrow boundaries of the terrestrial 
sphere, shut out from all the glory and grandeur 
of the wide universe. Let us go forth under thc 
dear sky of evening and view thc grandest spec¬ 
tacle in Nature. Behold the innumerable multi¬ 
tudes of splendent orbs, glimmering from thc 
remote shores of space; tho endless profusion 
of constellations und distant, blareing nebula 1 , 
and the jjearly milky-way, which wreathes thc 
noble brow of Heaven. Those lustrous stars wc 
see, are stupendous dazzling suns, as widely sep¬ 
arate from each other a* from us —centers of 
grand systems — each surrounded with its reti¬ 
nue of ponderous, rolling worlds — many of 
which, iu magnitude and splendor, are infinitely 
superior to that of our globe, each doubtless 
representing different varieties of creation, and 
adorned with its own peculiar magnificence and 
beauty—like none other. The milky-way, and 
those other pale lights of Heaven, are the com¬ 
mingled rays of other suns, still more remote.. 
Then think that all this glory which meets tho 
vision, is but a drop in the grand ocean of Im¬ 
mensity—not the decllllonth of a decilllonth por¬ 
tion of all that lie, unfathomubly beyond, in thc 
deep, awful realms of Infinity. O, the vastne-ss 
of the universe! Compared with all this, what 
is Earth? Imprisoned within its narrow pre¬ 
cincts, what can we know of the grandeur of 
God’s bouudless creations ? 
Does not this fill our minds with overwhelm¬ 
ing thought* of The Almighty One, the Infinite 
Creator , who at the word of Ills might “ stretched 
out the heavens as a scroll” —who holds all 
these mighty structures in their appointed 
places — who looketh alter thc wants of all His 
creatures, from thc minutest insect that crawls 
In the dust to noble man, and Ilndeth room, in 
his great heart of hearts, to love each ouc? We 
can form no correct idea of His Almighty power 
to create,— He has not displayed his treasures 
here, in this world of sorrow, sin and wretched¬ 
ness. All! there are far lovelier spots than this! 
Earth has been called beautiful, but what arc its 
beauties, to those of the glorious worlds on high, 
which God has made as the eternal abode of 
happiness and love ? 
Dear reader, are you a child of God ? — then 
are you an heir to his vast estate. All this glory 
shall be yours. The utmost stretch of thc im 
agination cun paiut nothing of thc glory to be 
revealed to Ids dear children. When your path¬ 
way is beclouded with the bitter sorrows and 
afflictions of this unhappy life, look Heaven¬ 
ward, and view your eternal home among the 
glories of thc Upper World, which soon, Oh, so 
sood, you Bhall go to possess. O, hasten the 
moment when our souls shall burst the shell 
that binds us to this lower existence, and shall 
soar to the regions of the pure, the lovely and 
the beautiful—where we shall find rest and love 
and sympathy forever! Then the immortal shall 
soar to its most glorious flights, and expand 
itself eternally, basking in the sunshine of God’s 
glory. Then shall we not be confined with mat¬ 
ter ; we shall roam at our pleasure to thc remotest 
realm of thc universe, If we desire, exploring the 
endless treasures of the Almighty. Then shall 
we enjoy perfect felicity. 
We are made to pass through this dark world 
of sorrow and death, that we may so much the 
more enjoy and appreciate the pleasures of eter¬ 
nity. O, who would live here always ? O, man 
of thc world! spend not all thy precious time in 
chasing the phantoms of Earth. Eternity is 
almost dawning upon you. O, prepare for it 
without delay. Let it not overtake you without 
a hope in God. 
Day hath her sun which displays the beauties 
of surrounding Nature; but thou, lovely Night, 
wrapped up in thy mantle of gloom, dost unveil 
to us the manifold glories of the universe. Thy 
azure canopy is illuminated with ten thousand 
gleaming tapers, which lighten the way to the 
mansions of rest. Frank. 
True politeness is perfect ease and freedom. 
It simply consists in treating others as you love 
to be treated yourself. 
