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Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
THE TRUE HEART’S LOVE. 
BY LIZZIE H- 
Eds. Rural:—T he following beautiful lines (which I 
consider worthy of a niche in your valuable paper,) were 
written by a blind friend In Ontario Co., N. A. Though 
the physical world to her is dark, yet the mental vision is 
unclouded, and rare gems of thought adorn the inner 
temple.—I'. A. H., Is' Roy. A* Y. 
Within' the heart's deep ocean, 
Where costly treasures shine, 
Are waves of pure emotion, 
That gem the spirit's shrine; 
And proud, with high thoughts teeming, 
Drop down their crystal spray 
Where starry hopes are beaming, 
And Love’s soft breezes play. 
Each wave, as thooght discloses 
Her store of aminy scenes, 
Conies thickly strewn with roses 
And home-lovo’s evergreens;— 
And beauty unassuming,— 
The truest of the true,— 
With memory all blooming, 
Their snow-wreaths o’er them strew. 
And Friendship’s golden vessel 
Floats on that wean bright, 
Fair forms within her noetic, 
Whose robes ace peasty white. 
And there are voices hymning 
The sweetest lays of earth, 
And cups with joy are brimming, 
\ The joy of modest worth. 
Aronnd this tranquil ocean— 
Along the coasts of Time, 
Arc altars of devotion 
Most sacred and sublime: 
Some full of long lost faces, 
Still fresh In beauty there— 
Some rich with holy graces— 
The fervent glow of prayer:— 
And there ore fond eyes beaming— 
The dark eyes nnd the blue, 
Some droop with young love's dreaming, 
Like blossom* bathed In dew. 
And some like star* at midnight, 
With ardent lustre deep, 
Tell how they’ve watched by moonlight 
To see affection weep. 
These arc the true heart's treasures; 
They tarnish not by care, 
And Heaven's unending pleasures 
Arc gently moulded there; 
The Savior stoops to bless them, 
For they are all His own, 
The angels pure caress them, 
And hear them t« His throne. 
O, is this life a bubble, 
That love so dear It brings; 
That wakes ’mid care and trouble 
The heart’s most tender strings ?— 
And gives it tones undying, 
Which kindred hearts shall thrill 
When long hai censed its sighing 
And all its chords are still ? 
Ah, no I our life, though fleeting, 
Is not all empty dross; 
Its hopes though oft times cheating, 
Are not to ns all loss; 
For whai we gain, by losing 
The things we hope to g&in, 
Should make us wise in choosing 1 
The gems which bright remain. 
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Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
ABOUT GIRLS. ’ 
I couldn’t help thinking what a grand thing 
it was that God made man,— and the tkought 
was wholly occasioned by hearing the deep bass 
of male voices swell out in the singing, making, 
as it seemed to me, a sort of foundation nr basis 
lor the music. Above this rang the soprano, 
clear, pure and airy like. The minister arose, 
one of our Professors, of whom our sweetest poet- 
alnpror said. " he has soul enough to supply 
twelve ordinary Profs, with immortality.” A 
great, massive brow was his, and a strong man- 
souied fuce, upon which the razor had performed 
'’sacrilegious rites” (as one of the Rural con¬ 
tributors once wrote to Pie.) never since he knew 
how to act sensibly, and it had been a long time, 
I think. In a word, ho is one of the very few 
men who walk over the earth, and wherever he 
goes, people say, there is a king among us,” 
and they all roll lip their eyes to gee how a man 
looks. Ills eyes rested a moment upon his 
audience, and after a few preliminaries, he read 
the Declaration of Independence. No. two, which 
Abrauam Lincoln sent forth January first, 
eighteen hundred and sixty-three. You know 
we often read productions, and think them ordi¬ 
nary, hut when a line, soulful reader reads them 
to you, you at once discover new beauties and 
power. So. after hearinj it read, I was again 
glad that the Lord made men. just because now 
aud then one knows how to read, and that one of 
the fraternity had obeyed Ilis command, “Let 
my people go,”—although I couldn’t help think¬ 
ing but that u woman would have obeyed, at 
least a year sooner. Speaking of woman, brings 
me up to my subject, or rather to relate a little 
of what t he preacher said. So, gentlemen of the 
masculine gender, hang on to your noses, lest 
they rise to un angle of eighty-nine degrees, as 
I’m very much afraid they will. 
“ Man has gone as far as lie can go. If there is a 
greater advancement in the cultivation of human¬ 
ity', in the spread of religion, in the deep culture 
of the human heart, women must strike out and 
take the lead. Her finer sensibilities, her greater 
elevation of soul, her keener perceptions, her 
more religious heart, (for those of the human 
family who have been Christians, two-thirds 
were women.) endow her with the power and 
right to do it. 
‘■Men contended that women could not be 
poets,—not such poets as they gave the world. 
Humanity waited, and a little bit of a woman, 
with scarce body enough to cover her soul, sang 
the world a song at which the universe stood 
I ppell-bOHnd. It lacked neither depth, richneas 
I of thought, scope of imagination, nor geDius, to 
place it beside the greatest of men's poems. And 
" yet Mrs. Browning was a woman. 
"Again the deep bass rolled up. 4 woman can 
not compete with as in the arts.’ Rosa Bon- 
heur gathered up her brushes, and instead of 
daubing trees, brooks, and yellow dogs, she went 
i out in the pastures and put on canvas, horses. 
3 and bulls, and goats. Men looked awhile and 
1 yielded her the palm. 
"But the art of sculpturing was the highest 
r art Woman, certainly, could do nothing there. 
A little, wild romp of a girl up in Boston, who 
fortunately had a sensible father, and would not 
let her be bound down by fashions and customs, 
went to St. Louis, and now, after the lapse of a 
few years, around what sculptors name do Amer¬ 
icans hang more fondly than that of Harriet 
Hon mich V 
lie said much more on the same subject which 
I do not now recall. What 1 have written down 
is imperfect, and was used for illustrating. But 
I was astonished, bewildered and delighted. I 
didn’t know bull was in some new country for 
the first time. So 1 rolled my eyes over to the 
’tofberside of humanity, and that in turn rolled 
its eyes. Some looked mad, but the greater share 
looked as tho’ they wished they were women, 
and one, indeed, came into dinner with his hair 
parted in the middle. If the speaker had been 
an ordinal ?/ man, or one that looked as tho’ he 
did just as his wife told him, (and I've seen just 
such.) I would not have tho’t it strange; but 
coming from whence it did I was quite loth to 
believe the speaker "out of his head.” "To 
think” such a roan dared to proclaim such opin¬ 
ions to such an audience ! For it matters not 
how little and insignificant a man may be, and 
how great and noble a woman, he had rather lie 
down in a gutter than follow her to heaven. I 
wonder if those men, who stick up their noses at 
grand women, know that a woman tends the 
entrance door to Paradise 1 Or have they ever 
tho’t. that when man after man has failed to save 
our country, some Joan of America must arise 
and lead us up to the mount of victory ? I do so 
dislike this "sphere” talk. Fathers tell their 
daughter-* they mustnTdo fo and so, for ’Us hoy- 
ish. And their hoys mustn’t be tender-hearted, 
for ’tis girlish. And so the boys grow lip rough 
and boorish and the girls soft and silly, ’Twill 
not hurt girls to know how to harness horses, 
plant corn, dig potatoes, rake hay, gather fruit, 
Ac., ’twill only give her a fine physical develop¬ 
ment, diflbreni from parlor life and corsets. 
This everlasting dependence of woman 1 Why, 
in this day and age of civilization, ’tis deemed 
improper for women to travel alone! Men carry 
revolvers for protectors, but women must carry 
a man along. 
When a slave rises out of his tbralldom and 
shows evidence of genius, we are astonished. 
And when a woman rises out of her slavery, 
throwing off the shackles of fashion and conven¬ 
tionalism which have hound her for centuries, 
and assumes true womanly modesty instead of 
the false, sham stuff which some pervert into the 
title of modesty, then the world may well be 
astonished. Some women say men have placed 
these chains aronnd them and they of themselves 
cannot throw them off. ’ Tis untrue. Woman 
enslaves herself. She puts on scores of ridicu¬ 
lous things, which if thrown off would be heart¬ 
ily rejoiced u! by men. Women, generally, 1 
think they were destined to be poor silly dolls’ 
upon which men must load silks and jewels, and 
with the most exquisite sweetness, quietly sink \ 
into their fate. ’Tis true that ’tis but recently ’ 
men have opened college doors for women. But 
the time is not far off when they will be ashamed 
of such narrowness of soul. Seeing that the re- i 
redemption of the world depends upon woman, 1 
(as shown in the above very able essay,) it de- 1 
volves upon fathers and mothers to educate their 1 
daughters sensibly, for who knows but the little 
brown-haired Helen will make an artist, an 
evangelist, or a sculptor ? ' 
Alfred University, N. Y., 1863. Minnie Mint wo oii. s 
MY DEAD BOY. 
Mr son, thou v.ast my heart s delight, 
Thy morn of life was gay and ckery; 
That morn has rushed to sudden night, 
Thy father’s house is sad and dreary. 
The staff on which ray years should lean 
Is broken ere those years come o’er me; 
My funeral rites thou should’st have seen, 
But thou art in thy tomb before me. 
Thou reor’st to me no filial stone, 
No parent's grave with tear beholdest; 
Thou art my ancestor, my son ! 
And staud’st in Heaven’s account the oldest. 
On earth my lot was soonest east, 
Thy generation after mine, 
Thon hast thy predecessor pa -sed; 
Earlier Eternity is thine. 
1 should have set before thine eyes 
The road to Heaven, aud showed it clear; 
But thou, untaught, spring's! to the skies, 
And leav’st thy teacher lingering here. 
Sweet Seraph, I would learn of thee, 
Aud hasten to partake thy bliss ! 
Aud oh ! hi thy world welcome me, 
As first 1 welcomed thee to this. 
Dear Angel I thou art safe in Heaven; 
No prayer for thee need more be made, 
Oh let the prayer for those be given 
Who oft have blessed thy infant head. 
Thy father! I beheld thee boro, 
And led thy tottering feet with care; 
Behold me risen to Heaven’s bright morn, 
My son! my father! guide me there. 
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Written for MoOre’s Rural New-Yorker. 
THE AMERICAN IDEA. 
HYMEN AND HIS ASSISTANTS. 
Men and women now-a-days appear to enter¬ 
tain a great unwillingness to marry, at least if 
one may judge so from the way in which the 
nuptial knot is generally tied. Happy couples 
now appear so loth to be united, that officiating 
clergymen are forced to be "assisted” when 
they perform the ceremony. Two-parson power 
at least is needful for the purpose, and. indeed, an 
extra clergyman is frequently called in. to help 
Ins reverend brethren in their laborious work. 
From reading the advertisements one might 
Imagine that nine weddings out of ten were 
solemnized by force; and that to prevent the 
bride and bridegroom from bolting from the 
altar, they had each a clergyman appointed to 
look after them. 'We can picture the poor bride¬ 
groom, held fast by one assistant., while another 
standing opposite, keeps firm hold of the bride, 
thus preventing all escape until the service has 
been read, which is done by a third person—the 
clergyman-in chief. 
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SEEDS. 
A wonderful thing is a seed— 
The one thing deathless forever! 
The one thing changeless—utterly true— 
Forever old, and forever new, 
And fickle and faithless never. 
Plant blessings, and blessings will bloom; 
Plant hate, and hate will grow; 
You can sow to-day—to morrow shall bring 
The blossom that proves what sort of thing 
Is the seed, the seed that you sow. 
There are two kinds of girls. One is the kind 
that appears best abroad—the girls that are good 
for parties, rides, visits, balls! etc., and whose 
chief delight is in such things. The other is that 
kind that appears best at home—the girls that are 
useful and cheerful in the dining-room and all 
the precincts of home. 
The spirit which characterizes the American 
e mind may be said to be that of subjecting instan- 
8 taneously. thoroughly, and spontaneously, every 
0 institution, theory or thing, to the law of utility. 
r It is uncompromising and all-pervading. Every 
thing, sacred and profane, honorable and hum- 
’ hie, has winced under its powerful inspection. 
College professors have felt its disturbing influ¬ 
ence in their sacred cloisters, and have shot 
’ forth from their secluded heights a strange sound- 
’ iog missile, " Cui horn," with which to defend 
their antiquities against their assailants. The 
' clergy have also warned their people against its 
' influence,—that it tends to materialism and sen- 
1 suality, by undervaluing every thing which does 
not minister to temporal and physical gratifica¬ 
tion. While the host of inventors, whose name 
is legion, have lieen stimulated by it to multiply 
the conveniences of life, at the same time, multi¬ 
tudes of the same class have been driven by the 
’ same spirit, back Into their former obscurity. 
It is aggressive, familiar, and also Introspective, 
| It is liable to do violence to what it would cor- 
, rect, but it. is because of its intense life and vig- 
, oroiis healthfulness, not yet wholly tempered to 
its legitimate activity by a long experience. It 
is 'sometimes ruthless and seemingly profane In 
tho liberties it takes with the creations of the 
past ; but it is the voice of God calling human 
works Into judgment, through the mental activity 
of a versatile and critical people. It sometimes 
denounces systems which it does not compre¬ 
hend, and even turns against wisdom itscdfwbeu 
appealing the least haughty aud exclusive; but 
it is simply applying the Gospel rule, " By their 
works ye shall know them,” and asserting the 
Divine democratic idea against the growth of u 
selfish, intellectual aristocracy. It is the fore¬ 
runner of a sort of new reformation, calling upon 
men who control the fountains of knowledge to 
repent, for the kingdom of Heaven is at hand, io 
which God’s truth, as it exists everywhere in 
His works and providence, is to be scattered 
with the reckless profusion of His own sunlight, 
and to be incorporated into the growth [of the 
race in the same natural manner, developing 
and ripening man's entire nature for an earlier 
approach of tho golden autumn ofthe millennium. 
It is a glorious sign of these times. I! character¬ 
izes the present age, but peculiarly the Ameri¬ 
can people; and indicates one part,of tho mission 
which that people bear as one of the civilizing 
forces ofthe present. 
It may seem to a partial view to be hut a man¬ 
ifestation of the activity of an energetic and en¬ 
terprising people, who are applying the princi¬ 
ples of their industrial arts to the department of 
learning, but il has a significance; profound and 
noble, deep as mau's nature and extensive as tho 
realm of knowledge, and it is to murk a new era. 
There are tw o general features of it which are 
worthy of deep consideration; first, it is a philo¬ 
sophical principle developed by this age, and 
employed as a criterion tor determining the 
extent and mode of the use of formal truth, and 
second, it is a necessity of the American mind 
and culture. 
First, the law of ml lily is a general philoso¬ 
phical principle, and it has required the neces¬ 
sities of the myriad interests of this active age to 
sharply set it forth. Although it may be viewed 
and applied superficially, its essential meaning 
should lie recognized, and set into a practical 
formula, by every mind, in every age; and it is 
this : To convert all knowledge into power : to 
disrespect every Individ tal sustained as a public 
teacher who does not make his resources con¬ 
tribute appreciatively to the improvement 
of the very classes who are in need, and 
every profession which does not efficiently i 
supply some vital want of society, it is thus at i 
once a loveler, and atso, in the most eoinprehen- j 
sive sense, a reformer and elevator. It is the ; 
energy of a live people exciting a pressure upon < 
every form of labor, and demanding/rm'te. It is 1 
the spirit of the age, demanding the same toiling : 
and sweating on the part of tho brain-labor as j 
on that of the farmer or merchant; that force as 1 
real and effective shall issue from intellectual 
and moral teachers, to be felt upon society, col¬ 
lectively and individually, as the thirty-pounder 
which is shot from one of our rifled Dahlgrens ; 
and let us all say amen. It is the relent less saga¬ 
city of a democratic people, scrutinizing every 
creature, human or artificial, which lifts Us head, 
every individual or association that assumes airs, 
and pronouncing upon it a rapid judgment, 
according as it replies to the probing question, 
“ lVhat can you do,'" or “ JITiat result have you 
brought about which can be felt, heard, seen, or 
tested ?" and with an unerring perception it 
rewards the hero. Whoever can stund this test, 
let him not complain. It is sometimes, also, in 
its kinder moods, a sad and complaining spirit, 
saying to the higher faculties of society, “ You 
doubtlesshave a wisedesign in the order of Prov. 
idenco, but wily do not you, the educator, prove 
that you are drawing out the powers of the youth, 
by the marks of excellence which every thing 
bears that comes under their touch, and why do 
not you, the moral teacher, set a more vivid 
example of disciplesbip, by habitually and vol¬ 
untarily sharing the labors and self-sacrifice of 
your Master.” And let every one hide his face 
who does not show, in this industrious age, that 
he is at least in earnest 
Thus the vigorous application of this law natu¬ 
rally tends to scorch and clear away the dross 
and excrescences of every member of society. 
The wants of our nature are manifold. We 
desire that Heavenly gift of appreciation of the 
beautiful administered to through the senses of 
the eye and ear; ' we have an ever restless 
curiosity for knowledge; and we have spiri¬ 
tual wants that clamor for substantial food; but 
we-desire also whosoever comes to us labeled 
with his profession, shall prove that, he has a mis¬ 
sion by dispensing to us the things that we need, 
these things that can not help entering into and 
becoming pail of our nobler nature. All men 
desire to be elevated in the scale of being, but 
they also desire whoever professes to bring them 
the elements adapted to their mental and moral 
constitution, to bring them. Aud the above law, 
in its loftiest significance and evident application, 
will only have the effect of causing him who is 
Imbued with the true spirit of truth, to cover 
himself with dimt and Hweat in the mines of 
knowledge, until he shall produce a coin bearing 
God’s own image which shall be eagerly sought 
by all and shall enrich all. Its legitimate influ¬ 
ence should be to incite him to make men know 
that “knowledge is power,” and.that there is as 
much objective reality and power in nn idea or 
truth as there is in the ax with which the hardy 
pioneer prepares the wilderness to become the 
habitation of civilization. The law of utility is 
as applicable to the domain of the immaterial as 
it is to that of agriculture. 
It will be seen that the terms "law” and 
"spirit" have been, used indifferently; but the 
former simply means the principle in itself, and 
the latter the disposition to make use of it. 
It would be interesting ft study the probable 
influence of the American spirit upon the future 
development of the religious, scientific, and lite¬ 
rary interests of the world. We doubtless have 
a great mission yet to fulfill, and are giving the 
world an illustration of the practical manner in 
which we dispose of everyjwork that is before us. 
Rochester, N. Y. C. E. B. 
A FEW WORDS 
FATHER. 
Take your son for a companion whenever 
you conveniently can; it will relievo tho already 
overburdened anxious mother of so much care. 
It will gratify the hoy; it will please the mother; 
it certainly ought to bo pleasure to you. What 
mother’s eye would not brighten when her child 
is kindly cared for ? And when his eye kindles, 
his heart beats, and his tongue prattles faster and 
faster with the idea of "going with father,” does 
she not share her little hoy’s happiness, aud is 
not her love deepened hv her husband's consid¬ 
eration, so just, and yet too often so extraordi¬ 
nary ? it. will keep him aud you out of places, 
society and temptations into which separately 
you might enter. It will establish confidence, 
sympathy, esteem, and love between you. It 
will give you abundant and very favorable op¬ 
portunities to impart instruction, to infuse and 
cultivate noble principles, and to develop and 
strengthen a true manhood. It will enable him 
to - see the world,” and to enjoy u certain liberty 
which may prevent that future licentiousness 
which so often results from a sudden freedom 
from long restraint. 
Which is the Hardiest Season? —At a 
festal party of old aud young, the question was 
asked Which season of life is the most 
happy ?” After being freely discussed by the 
guests, it was referred to the host, upon whom 
was the burden of fourscore years. He asked if 
they had noticed a grove of trees before the 
dwelling, and said:—“When the spring comes 
and in the soft air the buds are breaking on the 
trees, and they arc covered with blossoms, I 
tliink, Hole beautiful is Spring ! And when the 
summer comes, and covers the tree? with its 
heavy foliage, and singing-birds are among the 
branches, 1 think, lion: beautiful is Summer! 
When the autumn loads them with golden fruit, 
and their leaves bear the gorgeous tint of frost, I 
think, Ilotc beautiful is Autumn ! And when it 
is sere winter, and there is neither foliage or 
fruit, then I look up through the leafless branches, 
as I never could until then, and see the stars 
shine.” 
Those who have the largest horizon of thought, 
the most extended vision in regard to the rela¬ 
tion of things, are not remarkable for self-reliance 
and steady judgment. A man who sees limitedly 
aud clearly is more sure of himself and more 
direct in his dealings with circumstances aud 
with others, than one whose capacity embraces 
an immense extent of objects and objections— 
just as a horse with blinkers more surely chooses 
his path, and is less likely to shy. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
j r BROTHERHOOD. 
BY FRANK VOLTUS. 
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Oh, why do not mankind unite 
i, In common bonds of love fraternal,— 
% In unison, in Heaven's sight, 
,. Pray meekly to the great Eternal ? 
Why should the base-born passions rage 
, Triumphant o’er life’s holiest feelings; 
1 And brothers raise the a word to wage 
Unholy war 'gainst Heaven's dealings f 
1 CHRIST came in lowly guise, and taught 
The way to peace,—the way to glory— 
j But men with lives ambition fraught, 
Would fain forget the olden story, 
( The love of fame,—the love of gold,— 
) Chill every warm and generous feeling; 
And love of power w-orks woes untold, 
The holier ways of life concealing. 
f What though our brother’s hands are hard 
5 And sinews strong with honest tolling, 
[ 'Tis better than a conscience marred 
With memories peaceful rest despoiling. 
• What though a dusky hue O’erspread 
j His manly cheek, should he, with sighing, 
The tears of bitter anguish shed, 
| And lift to God in vain his crying ? 
! While wrongs prevail throughout our land, 
And bondmen groau beneath oppression, 
I Will peace e’er bless, with sunshine bland, 
Inheritors of such possession ? 
Let patience strive while sins oppress, 
Let justice reign, and, naught delaying, 
The soul of Brotherhood shall bless 
Our earth, & boon to ceaseless praying. 
July, 1863. 
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Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
THE BOW OF PROMISE. 
Lights and shadows alternately lie upon the 
pathway of human life, and we veiy often feel 
that the shadows predominate, and are inclined 
to sadly exclaim. "All things are aguinst us.” 
, Adverse winds and storms beat upon us with an 
almost overwhelming force; and at other times, 
when the tempest touches us less rudely, dark 
clouds hang threateningly above us, and seem 
about to burst upon our defenceless heads. The 
light is obscured, and our souls are oppressed 
with gloom. But, thanks to our merciful Father, 
life is not all darkness. There is light beyond 
the darkest cloud, and we may look up through 
our tears and catch a glimpse of the heavenly 
“Bow of Promise.” As in the natural world. 
" Tho rain Cometh down, and the dew from 
heaven, and watereth the earth, and causeth it to 
bring forth and hud;” so, after the storms which 
fall upon our lives, when the design is fully ac¬ 
complished, the clouds will be lifted and the 
light dawn, and we shall realize the fruits of our 
sorrow. The Lord said, "I do set my how in 
the cloud, and it shall be a token of the cove¬ 
nant” In like manner tho " Bow of Promise” is 
placed in our spiritual sky, to assure us that the 
storms of adversity shall not overwhelm our 
souls. “All things shall work together lor good 
to them who love Goo.” Take courage, then, 
fellow traveler, through the shadowy “vale of 
tears.” 
“Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, 
But trust Him for His grace; 
Behind a frowning providence, 
He hides a smiting face.” 
Ob, listen to the cheering voice saying to you, 
" When thou passeib through the waters, I will 
he with thee.” Let this cheer you through the 
gloom as the " Bow of Promise ” greets, your 
gladdened eyes,—by-und-by the darkness will be 
all past, and the perfect light of Heaven beam 
upon your enraptured spirit, to he never dim. 
Pinckney, Michigan, 1S63. Helen T. C. 
BOASTING ONE’S SELF. 
If the Lord has beautified us with many graces 
aud gifts above others, we must not exalt our¬ 
selves above others; we must look upon our¬ 
selves as considered in Ourselves, to be the same 
still. Can the wall say it hath light cast upon 
it? So, if God hath shined upon theo, and left 
others in darkness, art thou the better of thyself? 
Shall the pen boast itself, because it hath written 
a fair epistle? Who made it? Who put ink in 
it? Who guided it? The glory belongs not to 
the pen, but to the writer. What though God 
hath used thee, and not others, in some great 
work? The praise is his, not thine; we praise 
not the trumpet, hut him that sounds it. Paul 
was a better trumpeter thau ten thousand others, 
and yet he saith, " I am nothing.” The smoke, 
a diiBty and obscure vapor, climbs up into the 
light, rising above the pure air around it. Many 
exalt themselves above their brethren, for gifts 
and outward things, which are but the trappings, 
and make not the difference between man and 
man; as if a man were the taller because he 
stood on a hill, or a man had a better body be¬ 
cause he had a better suit on; he is the same 
man still. We are not to be proud even of our 
graces, much less of outward things.— Preston. 
The Beauty of Faith.—T he world's ideas 
of beauty are as false as its ideas of heroism. A 
little roundness of feature and freshness of color, 
and many cry out, "How lovely!” But it is the 
loveliness of a statue or of a painting, not of a 
being made in the image of God. Within that 
rounded and painted casket there may be a dull 
pebble or a paste-diamond, instead of a gem-like 
soul. He who is attracted by the outside show, 
is disgusted when he sees the poverty within—a 
golden case for a penny-worth of glass beads! 
But spiritual beauty will so mirror itself ill the 
plainest features, and flash outfrom the smallest, 
the most deeply set gray eye, as to make deform- 
ify lovely. It will etherealUe a pale, furrowed, 
irregular face, until it seems angelic. < 
