[Republished from an early volume of the Rural, by Request ] 
ROSA BONHEUR’S RESIDENCE IN PARIS. 
Mdli.e. Bonhkuh (80 famous for her paintings 
of animals) has chosen as her residence In Paris 
the old-fashioned house in the Rue d'Assas, with 
a large court-yard attached. Entering this you 
find a farm yard in the heart of the city; round 
it are stables and cattle-eheds; in tho middle a 
good-sized piece of pasture is Inclosed, where 
sheep, goats, and heifers browse together on the 
best of terms. Here a peacock airs his trains in 
the sun; there a lot of pigeons coo and beckon, 
cocks crow, guinea-fowls call, hens clamorjover 
their brood. At intervals, over the strludent din 
of poultry, booms tho deep hollow of a Highland 
steer, or one long bay from a favorite English 
hound. Cross the threshold of the painting* 
room, and there are these living models multi¬ 
plied on the walls by studies more or less 
finished, but all portrait-like lip their faithful¬ 
ness. all Inslinct with Unit subtle charm which 
has been well called the painter’s nmgie. Pres¬ 
ently in comes a goal, evidently free of the sanc¬ 
tum; trots round with a critical air which is 
irresistibly comic; wags his venerable beard 
over sundry sketches of himself, and away clat¬ 
ters Capricornus again: Next appears Margot, a 
beautiful mare, coming straightjup to her owner’s 
easel with those affectionate whiunyings which 
beg for some tokens of recognition quite as 
plainly as human utterance. The figure in loose 
costume, something between a blouse and a 
paletot, seated before the easel, appears some¬ 
what insignificant; but now, as the artist looks 
up with a smile at her favorite, one glance at her 
face, which most of us know by Dalmfo’s por¬ 
trait, at the massive forehead, the fine, intent 
eyes, the physiognomy, in which strength and 
simplicity are so rarely blended, impresses you 
with the presence of genius. 
PREPARED EXPRESSLY FOR MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER 
Music by Prof. T. H BOWEN 
Poetry by ALFRED B. STREET, Esq, 
ALLEGRETTO. 
forest and sky. Are talking for • ever to 
Ocean and mountain 
1. Nature is full of wisdom high. If we would but mark her plan 
For the firs; pan ot 2d. 3d, 4tl>, and 5th stanzas, see hecitatiiis, below j after the 5ih stanza, pass to Final Chorus. 
THE BEGGARS'OF MOSCOW, 
In Moscow there exists about forty thousand 
beggars by profession-rather a strong propor¬ 
tion in a total of three hundred and eighty thou¬ 
sand inhabitants—who chiefly ply their trade in 
the shops and galleries of the Ghostlunoc Dhor, a 
kind of Oriental bazaar. On every (stop yon 
fall in with women carrying! their children 
with them, with burned out people from the 
neighborhood, anti that particular species of the 
Russian beggar who appeals to your generosity 
on behalf of recruits and starving families they 
have left behind them. The most Impudent of 
all are discharged officials and soldiers, who are 
generally drunkards, in rags, and decorated with 
orders and clasps. Then again you meet old 
women carrying open coffins with, them, and 
begging alms to defray the cost of burial. Other 
women, of the same stamp, apply to you in 
the name of a bride who would like to be mar¬ 
ried, but wants a dowry. Peasants will stop you 
to enable them to buy a new horse, the old one 
having gone to the wall by some accident or 
other; soldiers in full uniform, who have broken 
a glass iu tho barracks, clamor for a trlflo to re¬ 
place the departed one. With the secular mem¬ 
bers of the fraternity is admixed(a strong pro¬ 
portion of monks and nuns, walking in the 
sombre garments of their order, and asking a 
mite for the erection of a new church, the resto¬ 
ration of a chapel, or) such like purpose. All 
point imperatively to the boxes, plates, coffins, 
prayer books and altar covers, which they pre¬ 
sent to you with an entreating look. 
Showing our lif« no round of dreams, That earth holds not our 
lofty themes That el - e - vate heart and soul. 
Talking for - ever 
And though the wild tempest should dash along, Its trials it calmly should i near. 
That object on object should forward press, From the sleep of tho sluggard free. 
I farther thought that for calm or strife, Wo ever should be pro - pared. 
But summoned forth from the “ better land.” Wo visa to a life ro newed. 
* I thought that thus should tho heart be strong, And tower a - bove its care, 
f I thought that thus should life progress; That action its rnlo should be; 
t I thought that thus is our changeful life By light and by darkness shared 
5 I thought that thus by death’scold hand Our race in. the dust are strewed; 
RECITATIVE, TENOR or SOPRANO. In a bold, speaking style, without regard to time. (The letters show the chord to be struck at the rests.) 
Return to the sign 
On its stern bosom was dashing the storm, But its look was unmoved and proud; * 
Again I Hooked, it was black with night. And tho storm was resounding there. 
sub - lime its form— 6 Its head was above tho cloud; 
it was smiling bright; The clouds were all smooth and fair 
2. I marked the mountain 
4. I marked the 
RECITATIVE, BAS8 or ALTO, 
Return to the sign 
Heav - ing— Heaving— no - ver at rest, Though peacefully smiled tho day. X 
But I knew when spring should come at last, New leaves would again be found..? 
its mighty breast 6 Was heaving in ceaseless play; 
November's blast Was strewing the leaves a - round 
I marked the ocean 
5. I marked the forest— 
A BIRD’S EGG. 
I think that, if required, on pain of death, to 
name instantly the most perfect thing in the uni¬ 
verse, I should risk my fate on a bird’s egg. 
There is, first, it« exquisite fragility of material, 
strong only by the mathematical precision of 
that form so daintily moulded. ThereLs its abso¬ 
lute purity from external stain, since that thin 
barrier remains impassable till tho whole is in 
ruins—a purity recognized in the household pro¬ 
verb of “an apple, an egg, and a nut.” Then 
its range of tints, so varied, so subdued and so 
beautiful—whether of tho pure white, like the 
martin’s, or pure green, like the robin’s, or dot¬ 
ted and mottled Into the loveliest of browns, like 
the red thrush's, or aquu marine, with stains of 
rlioss - agate, like the chipping sparrow’s, or 
blotched with long weird ink-marks on a pale 
ground, like the oriole’s, as if it bore inscribed 
some magic clew to the bird’s darting flight and 
pensile nest. Above alt, the associations and 
predictions of this little wonder—that one may 
bear home between his fingernail that winged 
splendor, all that celestial melody, coiled in mys¬ 
tery within these tiny walls! Even the chrysalis 
is less amazing, for its form always preserves somu 
trace, however fantastic, of the perfect insect, and 
it is but muultiug a skin; but this egg appears to the 
eye like a separate unit from some other kingdom 
of Nature, claiming more kindred with the very 
stones than with feathery existence, and it is as if 
a pearl opened and an angel sang.—Higginson’s 
Out-Door Papers. 
FINAL CHOR US. With great energy and force 
newed 
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no wed, 
newed. 
entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1854, by D. D. T. Moore, in the clerk’s office of the district court of the Northern District of New York 
honesty and debauchery, which all of us see and 
know. 
The allusion of II. T. B. to Sr. Paul is not 
fortunate. If we mistake not, in the outset of I 
his Christian course, that eminent Apostle de¬ 
scribed himself as “ not worthy to bean Apostle.” 
Later, he was u less than the least of all Saints.' 1 
And near the close of his career, he was “the 
chief of sinners ,”—showing a constantly decreas¬ 
ing estimate of himself. But is that the spirit of 
“Reforms" and “Reformers?" Look through 
the colloquy quoted, and detect the smallest 
trace of it, if you can. Listen to the conversa¬ 
tion of any one of them, at any time, anywhere, 
and tell us if you do not plainly discover quite 
the opposite spirit St. Paul was a reformer, it 
is true. but. unlike the bogus “reformers” of our 
day, he employed means and preached doctrines 
that tended to human abasement rather than to 
creature exaltation. More of the one sort and 
less of the other would probably benefit us all. 
One kind will ever command tho energies and 
the plaudits of both the world and the devil; 
while for the other kind— St. Paul’s— that dis¬ 
tinguished Apostle loBt his head. w. b. p. 
use. And as for holding slaves, “ is thy servant 
a dog, that he should do this thing?” As the 
Lord liveth, no man can accuse me of any wil¬ 
ling complicity with the “sum of all villainies.” 
Nay, verily! 
Fogy.— “All these things have I kept from my 
youth up.” It is your neighbor’s, not your own 
sins, that you so much lament, it seems; and itis 
for them you propose to “fast." Allow mo to 
say that yon have proved yourself a tip-top 
Pharisee—a character that the Son of Man had a 
great deal of trouble with, and to whom he never 
offered salvation so much as once. So far from 
it, he told them that publicans, and even 11 har¬ 
lots,” would go into the Kingdom of God before 
them. Your proposed confession of other peo¬ 
ple's sins will do neither you nor them any 
good—there has been too much of that already; 
and your “fasting" for them will be but a stench 
in the nostrils of the Holy One. 
The spirit of “Reformer” in this dialogue is 
his spirit everywhere. Imagining himself “more 
holy than thou.” he sets himself to work to make 
you as good as he is, to bring you up to his stand¬ 
ard of practice, seemingly oblivious to the fact 
that in just the proportion that we as a people 
labor for his ends with his means, do we sink 
down, down, deeper and deeper in that dreadful 
condition of public and private corruption, dis- 
called “ national sins,” by a colloquy something 
like the following: 
Reformer—l deeply bewail the sins of our 
nation, and am right glad that our “honest 
Abraham " has appointed a Fast, for confession 
and repentance. 
Fogy.— What do you mean by national sins— 
what are they ? Please state them. 
Reformer.— Why, Sabbath desecration, licen¬ 
tiousness, intemperance, and slavery, to be sure. 
Fogy.—' Then those are the sins of the nation 
which, in your judgment, incur the displeasure 
of Heaven, and for which you are glad of an 
opportunity to humble yourself, ate they? 
Reformer.— YeB, sir, mainly. 
Fogy. —Let me ask you further, of which one 
or more of them you are guilty, that I may test 
the nature and the sincerity of your fasting? 
Reformer.— Of which one am I guilty, do you 
ask? I am chargeable with none of them! I 
early was taught a Puritan reverence for the 
Sabbath and all its observances: which I shall 
always entertain. The charge of licentiousness 
cannot be brought against me. In the matter of 
temperance, 1 have signed, every pledge that has 
been offered to me for the last twenty-five years. 
More than that. I do not patronize liquor-selling 
establishments, nor so much as sell grain in the 
market, lest it may be perverted to an improper 
REFORMS - AGAIN 
H. T. B., in a defense of the “isms” in the 
Rural of August 29th, is “ready to fight, bleed, 
and so forth”— meaniug, we suppose, that he 
would die for them if necessary. If so, he is 
decidedly plucky. When he actually bleeds in 
the cause, Bliould we in an honorable way be¬ 
come the possessor of a few drops of the life 
current, we should label them as a memento for 
future times, and store the vial in a secure place. 
Devotion such as that would be ought certainly 
to be commemorated. 
While it is admitted by him that the motives of 
all “reformers” are “mixed,” all having more 
or less anfeye to their own aggrandizement, yet 
he claim.? that some are influenced mainly by 
impulses “as pure as anything can be.” We 
think it will be noted that each “reformer” 
claims for himself the moat worthy motives. lie 
is honest, pure, and all that sort of thing, how¬ 
ever it may be with others—possibly forgetting 
that if a man “shall say he is perfect, it shall 
prove him perverse.” We have heard the thing 
well illustrated in connection with what are 
Strength of the Tiger.— The strength of 
the tiger is prodigious. By a single cuff of his 
great fore-paw lie will break the skull of an ox 
as yon or I could smash a gooseberry; and then, 
taking his prey by the neck, will straighten his 
muscles and march off at a half trot, with only 
the hoofs and tail of the defunct animal trailing 
on tho ground. An eminent traveler relates that 
a buffalo having got helpleaely fixed in a swamp, 
Its owner went to seek assistance [of his neigh¬ 
bors to drag it out. While ho was gone, how¬ 
ever, a tiger visited the spot, and unceremoni¬ 
ously slew and drew the buffalo out of the mire, 
and had just got It comfortably (over his shoul¬ 
ders, preparatory to trotting home, when die 
herdsman and his friends approached. The buf¬ 
falo, which weighed more than a thousand 
pounds, had his skull fractured, and its body 
nearly emptied of blood. 
If you have nothing of the Divinity within, 
you will vainly essay to worship the Divinity 
without. 
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