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THE EARNESTNESS OF YOUTH. 
BY LEWIS DAYTON BURDICK. 
Metkink* I dearly Jove this life, 
Of busy, bustling, earnest strife. 
With all the scenes of watt and wo 
That cluster round us here below. 
My mind with youthful ardor barns, 
And finds some scene, where'er It turns, 
Displaying bcanty, grandeur, power; 
And thus delighted, hour by hour, 
I pass in silent, wondering gaze, 
Admiring Nature’s wondrous ways. 
There's beauty in the little rill 
That irickles from yon rising kill. 
And glides along the meadow ground, 
Meandering on, with rippling round— 
Sublime the ocean's wide expanse, 
Whose restless waters wildly prance— 
And grand the waters mshlng o’er 
The rocky bluff, with deafening roar- 
AI1 earth—in air, on land and sea— 
Enveloped is in mystery; 
And yet, I love each scene displayed— 
Whether in rummer robes arrayed. 
With pastures green and meadows fair, 
I breathe tho flower-rcented air, 
Or when cold winter's icy hand 
Sends chilling blasts throughout the land. 
The earth, wherever I may be, 
Is ahvuys beautiful to to me; 
No spot so wild, no place so drear, 
But in it beauties do appear— 
O tell me, will this beauty last 
When earnestness of youth has passed ? 
Greene, N. Y. 
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THE BEIDAL WINE-CUP. 
A THRILLING SCENE. 
“Pledge with wine—pledge with wine!” 
cried the yonng and thoughtless Harvey Wood. 
“ Pledge with wine!” ran through the bridal 
party. t 
The beautiful bride grew pale —the decisive 
hour had come. She pressed her white hands 
together, and the leaves of the bridal wreath 
trembled on her brow; her breath came quicker, 
and her heart heat wilder. 
“ Yes, Marion, lay aside your scruples for this 
once,” said the Judge in a low tone, going to¬ 
ward his daughter, “ the company expect it. 
Do not so seriously’ infringe upon the rules of 
etiquette; in your own home do as you please; 
hut in mine, for this once, please nt(, v 
Every eye was turned toward the bridal pair. 
Marion’s principles were well known. Henry 
had been a convivialist; hut of late his friends 
noticed the change in his manners, the difference 
in his habits, and to-uight they watched him to 
see, as they sueeringly 6aid, if he was tied down 
to a woman’s opinion so soon. 
PouriDg a brimming cup, they held it with 
tempting smiles toward Marion. She was very 
pale though more composed; and her hand 
shook not, as smiling hack, she gracefully ac¬ 
cepted the crystal tempter, and raised it to her 
lips. But scarcely had she done so, when every’ 
hand was arrested by her piercing exelaimation 
of “Oh! how terrible!” 
“Wait,” she anawefed, while a light, which 
seemed inspired, shone from her dark eyes, 
“ wait, and I will tell. I see,” she added—Slow¬ 
ly pointing one jeweled finger at the sparkling 
ruby liquid—“a sight that beggars all descrip- 
t ion; and yet listen — I will paint it for you it I 
cau. It is a lovely spot; tall mountains crown¬ 
ed with verdure rise in awful sublimity around; 
a river runs through, and bright iiowers grow to 
the water’s edge. There is a thick warm mist, 
that the 6un seeks vainly to pierce. Trees, lofty 
and beautiful, wave to the airy motion of the 
birds; hut there —a group of Indians gather; 
they[fllt to and fro, with something like sorrow’ 
upon their dark brows. And in their midst lies 
a manly form—but his cheek how deathly, his 
eye wild with the fitful lire of fever. One friend 
stands beside him —nay, 1 should say kneels, for 
see, he is pillowing that poor head upon his 
breast. 
“Genius in ruins —oh! the high, holy-look¬ 
ing brow! why should death mark it and he so 
yonng ? Look how he throws back the damp 
curls ! see him clasp his hands! hear his thrill¬ 
ing shrieks for life! mark how he clutches at 
the form of his companion, imploring to be 
saved! Oh! hear him call piteously his father’s 
name — see him twine his fingers together as he 
shrieks for his sister— bis only sister—the twin 
of his soul — weeping for him in his distant 
native land.” 
“See!” she exclaimed, while the bridal party 
shrank back, the untasted wine trembling in 
their faltering grasp, and the Judge fell, over¬ 
powered, upon his seat—“see! his arms are 
lifted to heaven—he prays, how wildly, for 
mercy! hot fever rushes through his veins. The 
friend beside him is weeping; awe-stricken, the 
dark men move silently away, and leave the liv¬ 
ing and the dying together.” 
There was a hush in that princely parlor, 
broken only by what seemed a smothered sob, 
from some manly bosom. The bride stood yet 
upright, with quivering lip, and tears stealing 
to the outward edge ol her lashes. Her beauti¬ 
ful arm had lost its tension, and the glass, with 
its little troubled red waves, came 6lowly toward 
the range of her vision. She spoke again; every 
lip was mute. Her voice was low, faint, yet aw¬ 
fully [distinct; she still fixed her sorrowful 
glance upon the wine-enp. 
“ It is evening now; the great white moon is 
coming up, and his beams lay gently on his fore¬ 
head. He moves not; his eyes are set in their 
sockets; dim are their pjercing glances; in vain 
his friend whispers the name of father and sister 
— death is there. Death—and no soft hand, no 
gentle voice to bless and soothe him. His 
head sinks back ! one convulsive Bhudder! he is 
dead!” 
A groan ran through the assembly, so vivid 
was her description so unearthly her look, so 
inspired her manner, that what she described 
seemed actually to have taken place then and 
there. They noticed also that the bridegroom 
hid his face in bi6 hands, and was wcepincr. 
“Dead!” 6he repeated again, her lips quiver¬ 
ing faster and faster, and her voice more and 
more broken; “and there they 6coop him a 
grave; and there, without a shroud, they lay him 
down in that damp, reeking earth. The only son 
of a proud father, the only idolized brother of a 
fond sister. And hc'slceps to-day in that distant 
country, with no 6t.nne to mark thespot. There 
he lies — my father's son — my own twin brother ! 
— a victim to this deadly poison! Father,” she 
exclaimed, turning suddenly, w’blle the tears 
rained down he beautiful cheeks, “father, shall 
I drink it now?” 
The form of the old Judge was convulsed with 
agony. He raised not his head, but in a smoth¬ 
ered voice he faltered—“No, no, my child — 
no!” 
She lifted the glittering goblet, and letting it 
suddenly fall to the floor, St was dashed in a 
thousand pieces. Many a tearful eye watched 
her movement, and Instantaneously, every wine¬ 
glass was transferred to the marble table on 
which it had been prepared. Then as she looked 
at the fragments of crystal, she turned to the 
company, saying:—“Let no friend hereafter, 
who loves me, tempt me to peril my soul for 
wine. Not firmer are the everlasting hills, than 
my resolve, God helping me, never to touch or 
taste the poison cup. And he to whom I have 
given my hand—who watched over my broth¬ 
er’s dying form, in that last solemn hour, and 
buried the dear wanderer there by the river, in 
that land of gold, will, I trust, sustain me iu 
that resolve. Will you not, my husband?” 
His glistening eyes, his sad, sweet smile, was 
her answer. The Judge left the room, and when 
an hour after, he returned, and with a moresnb- 
dued manner took part, in tbe entertainment of 
the bridal guests, no one could fail to road, that 
he, too, had determined to banish the enemy at 
once and forever, from his princely home. 
Those who were present at that wedding, can 
never forget the impressions so solemnly made. 
Many from that hour, renounced forever the 
social glass.— Rand of Hope Review . 
A FORTUNATE KISS. 
The following pretty little story is narrated by 
Frederika Bremer, who vouches for its truthful¬ 
ness: 
In the great University of Upsnla, in Sweden, 
lived a young student, a noble youth with great 
love for studies, but without means for pursuing 
them. He was poor, without connections. Still 
he studied, lived in great poverty, but keeping a 
cheerful heart, and trying to look at the future 
which looked so grim to him. His good humor 
and excellent qualities made him beloved by his 
comrades. One day he was standing at the 
square with some of them, prattling away an 
hour of leisure, when the attention of the young 
men became arrested by a young and elegant 
lady who by the side of an older one, was slowly 
walking over the place. It was the daughter of 
the Governor of Upsula, living iu the city, and 
the lady was. her governess. She was generally 
known for her goodness and gentleness of char¬ 
acter, and looked at with admiration by all the 
students. As the young men stood gazing at 
her as she passed, like a graceful vision, one of 
them suddenly exclaimed: 
“ Well, it would be worth something to have 
a kiss from such a mouth.” 
The poor st udent, the hero of our story, who 
looked on that pure, angelic face, exclaimed, as 
if by inspiration: 
“Well, I think I could have it.” 
“Well 1” cried his friends in a chorus, are you 
crazy ? Do you know her?” 
“Not at all,” he answered, “but I think she 
would kiss me if 1 asked her.” 
“What! in this place—and before all our 
eyes.” 
“Yes.” 
“Freely?” 
“Yes, freely.” 
“Well, if she would give you a kiss in that 
manner, I will giye you a thousand dollars!” ex¬ 
claimed one of the party. 
“And I, and I," exclaimed three or four oth¬ 
ers, for it happened that several rich men were 
in the group, and the bets ran high on so im¬ 
probable an event. The challenge was made and 
received in less time than we take to tell it. 
Our hero (my authority tells not whether he 
was plain oc handsome; l have my peculiar 
reasons for believing that he was rather plain, 
but singularly good-looking at the same lime.) 
immediately walked up to the young lady and 
said: 
“ Mine frulien, my fortune is now in your 
hands.” 
She looked at him with astonishment, but ar¬ 
rested her steps. He proceeded to state Lis name 
and condition, his aspiration, and related simply 
what had just now passed between him and his 
comrades. 
The youug lady listened attentively, and at his 
ceasing to speak, she said blushing!}-, but with 
great sweetness: 
“If by so little a thing so much good can he 
effected, it would be foolish in me to refuse your 
request;” and publicly in the open square she 
kissed him. 
Next day the student was sent for by the Gov¬ 
ernor. He wanted to see the man who dared to 
seek a kiss from his daughter in that way, and 
whom she consented to kiss. 
He received him with a scrutinizing how, hut 
after an hour’s conversation was so pleased with 
him that he ordered him to dine at his table du¬ 
ring his studies at Upsula. 
Our young friend pursued his Etudies in such 
a manner that it -oon made him regarded as the 
most promising student in the University. 
Three years are now passed 6ince the first kiss, 
when the young man was allowed to give a sec¬ 
ond kiss to the daughter of the Governor as bis 
wife. 
He became, later, one of the most noted schol¬ 
ars in Sweden, and was much respected for his 
character. His works will endure while time 
lasts among the works of science; and from this 
happy union sprang a family well known in 
Sweden at the present time whose wealth and 
high position in society are regarded as trifles in 
comparison with its goodness and love. 
Hit m 3 ginim 
FANCY DANCING. 
An exchange cautions young men who can’t 
dance the fancy dances, not to go to a ball with 
a young lady who cun, and adds a few sugges¬ 
tions as follows: — “ If we ever have any child- 
red wc Elrnll teach them to dance fancy dances, 
to the neglect of their catechism. Not that 
they will enjoy the hopping around, first on one 
loot, then on the other, then on both; but they 
will have a good chance to hug other folks’ 
wives and sweethearts! This Is the secret of 
the dancing. No one could object then; but if 
a fellow were to sit by the side of his own wife 
even in a ball room, and hug her half as hard— 
well, would’nt there be remarks? Guess not. 
(Wc speak ironically*) Talk about going to 
pic-nicks, sparking by moonlight, sitting on the 
stoop Sunday evening, and stealing a kiss every 
time a star 6hoota (that’s the nicest game,) 
sleigh-riding by the side of a rosy-cheeked girl, 
or eating happiness with a gold spoon — all, all 
these sink into insignificance when fancy dan¬ 
cing comes on. Bnt then if a fellow don’t know 
how, and takes to a party a girl that does; and 
if he has to sit on a cold bench and see another 
fellow doing the sweet, hugging of that angelic 
creature that ho paid his ticket to, it’s awful! 
Just to sit and see an other’s arm where yours 
should he; her head where it should not he — 
and, well, don’t take a girl to a fancy dancing 
party unless you know the ropes.” 
Brigham “Knew her Face was Familiar.” 
The Gentiles relate rasny stories at the expense 
of the leading patriarch of the Church. There 
is a legand that one day a woman went to Brig¬ 
ham for counsel touching the alleged oppression 
by an officer of the Church. Brigham, like a 
true politician, assumed to know her; but when 
it became necessary to record her case, hesitated 
aud said: 
“Let me see, sister, I forget your name.” 
“My name!” was the indignant reply; “ why, 
I am your wife!” 
“ When did I marry you ?” 
The woman informed the “ President,” who 
referred to an account book in his desk, and 
then said:—“ Well, 1 believe you are right, I 
knew your face was familiar!” 
A vo uno ensigu of a regiment, residing in a 
room which was very small, was visited by one 
of his fashionable friends, who, on taking leave, 
said, “ Well, Charles, how much longer do you 
mean to stop in this nut-shell?” To whom he 
replied, “ Until I become a kernel.” 
Tile saying of a White Mountain stage-driver 
to a New Yorker sitting with him,—“ I s’pose if 
I went to New York I should gawk round as you 
folks do up here ”— is not bad. 
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