Mies’ fljptrteni 
Written for Moore’* Rural New-Yorker. 
KITTY DEAN. 
BT CLIO BTANLKT. 
Down b,v tlie mossy brink 
Of a cool and shady well, 
I sat me down with Kitty Dkan, 
An old, old talc- to tell; 
With breaking heart, 
I sat apart, 
That old, old tale to tell. 
The light of the mid day sun 
Soon grew t" burning gleams, 
We drew *011 nearer the pool, deep well, 
Even as in my dreams; 
. For Kitty dear 
Was ever near, 
Jn my holiest, happiest dream? 
I told her the story old 
While we gazed in the waters clear, 
And promised her life should never grow cold 
With haunting shadows drear; 
And sweet replies 
Shone in her eve*, 
There, hnid the shadows drear. 
Only one little year 
Has passed from earth away, 
But Kitty has greeted, ere now, ere now, 
The light of a Shunter day ; 
I call, but in vain, 
She comes not again 
From the light of that sunnier day. 
Philadelphia, Fa., 1803. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
CHRISTMAS, 
What holy, joyous thoughts arc suggested by 
the anniversary of our Savior’s birth-day. Our 
Savior's birth-day! Sublime Idea! Born a 
child, yet Christ our Lord. What condescen¬ 
sion, what humility is manifested in tbut act. At 
the Savior's appearing upon earth the heavens 
were radiant in their starry beauty, and angels 
chanted joyous hallelujahs of “peace on earth, 
good will to men. Thus, 
The ungpl of the Lord rime down, 
And glory shone around. 
But who knew, save those taught of angels, 
that this child, born of humble parents, and in a 
manger laid, was to redeem a world lying in 
wickedness? That Ho was to be the Mediator 
between a justly offended God and sinful man— 
that Jew and Gentile, bond and free, would, 
through Him. be brought into the Church Tri¬ 
umphant, there to hold sweet communion with 
the Father of Spirits, with angels, and arch¬ 
angels, and just men made perfect. 
“It is very meet, right, and our bounden duty ” 
that our hearts should swell with joyous emo¬ 
tions as we hail the dawn of Christmas morning. 
Oh! that from anniversary to anniversary we 
would in our hearts acknowledge Him whose 
birth we commemorate as King of kings, and 
joyfully obey His mandates, imitate His virtues, 
and lay our richest gift—our hearts’ homage — at 
His feet. 
As time reveals to us the mysterious donor of 
our Christmas gifts, it also unfolds to our maturer 
minds the truth of our Savior’s birth, being the 
greatest and best gift of God to man. Well may 
the Church pn earth deck herself in bright robes 
of evergreen. Well may the Choir pour forih in 
joyous stains the glad tidings that a Savior has 
come. And the marvelous story in song is told, 
that, 
“The Son of the Highest, how lowly 11 is birth, 
The brightest areh-angcl in glory excelling, 
lie stoops to redeem thee, lie reigns upon earth.” 
The congregation catoh the strain,— 
— “ Exultingly sing, 
Jerusalem triumphs—Messiah is king.” 
Could God hare done more than to give nis 
only Son a ransom for us? Could Christ have 
taken upon Himself greater humility than to 
choose so mean a place for His advent? Yet 
what a comfort to us who are poor in this world’s 
goods, to know that the Spirit of God will come 
into our humble cot, if we but invite it. 
Christ saw the barriers that impeded our up¬ 
ward progress, and knew, lest some gentle hand 
should lead ns “beside the still waters and 
through the green pastures,” we -would deviate 
from the straight and narrow way, and lose our¬ 
selves in the labyrinthine pathways of the world. 
So He came, and by His precepts and example 
taught us the way that leads to the bright home 
he has prepared for all who believe that lie is 
the Son of God , and rejoice In His coming. 
While wo celebrate with glad song and holy 
joy the first advent of our Savior, let our minds 
turn wilh awe and deep solemnity to His second 
advent, when He phall come in power and great 
glory to judge those whom He died to redeem. 
As we contemplate His life while upon earth, 
and trace it from the beginning, when angels 
proclaimed His birth, until from Calvary's sacred 
summit He meekly bowed Ilis head and cried 
“’Tis finished,” we are filled with admiration, and 
acknowledge that. Ilis was a perfect life, and tri¬ 
umphantly it closed. A beautiful model for 
finite beings: and, although there is no hope that 
we can attain to Infinite perfection, yet, it be¬ 
comes us to aim steadily and constantly toward 
perfection; and as onr progress is not limited to 
time we have greater incentives to press forward 
to attain the mark of our calling: to improve 
every moral sentiment, every mental faculty, 
that we may be the better prepared to enter upon 
onr bright and spiritual existence where the bar¬ 
riers that now impede our course will be re¬ 
moved, and wisdom’s ways will be more clearly 
revealed. 
Then may we unite in the songs of praise com¬ 
menced by the heavenly choir in the gallery of 
the starry world, and echo it throughout the 
courts of heaven. o. t. w. t 
Meadville, Fa., 1S63. i 
OVER- TASKED CHILDREN. 
A great trouble, always pressing heavily on 
many a little mind, is that it is over-ta3ked with 
lessons. You will see, here and there, idiotic 
parents striving to make infant phenomena of 
their children; and recording with much pride 
how their children can read and write at an un¬ 
naturally early age. Such parents are fools; not 
necessarily malicious fools, but fools beyond 
question. The great use to which the first six or 
seven years of life should be given, is the laying 
the foundation of a healthful constitution in body 
and mind; and in the instilling of those first 
principles of duty and religion which do not 
noed to be taught out of any books. Even if 
you do not permanently injure the young brain 
and mind by prematurely over-tasking them; 
even if you do not permanently blight the bodily 
health, and break the mind's cheerful spring, you 
gain nothing. Your child, at fourteen years old, 
is not a bit further advanced in his education 
than a child who began his years after him; and 
tjie entire result of your stupid driving has been 
to over cloud some days which should have been 
arnoDg the happiest of his life. It is a w'oeful 
sight to me to see the little forehead corrugated 
with mental effort, though the effort be to do no 
more than master the multiplication table. It 
was a sad Btory 1 lately heard of a little boy re¬ 
peating his Latin lesson over and over again in 
the delirium of the fever of which be died, and 
Baying piteously that indeed he could not do bet¬ 
ter. I don’t like to Bee a little face looking un¬ 
naturally anxious and earnest about a horrible 
task of spelling: and even when children pass 
that stage, and grow up into school-boys who 
can read Thucydides and write Greek iambicp, it 
is not wise in parents to stimulate a clever boy’B 
anxiety to hold the first place in his class. That 
anxiety is strong enough already; it needs rather 
to be repressed. It is bad enough even at 
college to work on late into the night; but at 
school it ought nut to be suffered for one moment. 
If a lad takes his place in his class every day in 
a state of nervous tremor, he may be in the w r ay 
to get his gold medal, indeed; but he is in the 
way to shatter his constitution for life.—“ The 
Commonplace Philosopher, ” by A. K H. C. 
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LADIES FOR HARD WORK. 
Fond as the Abyssinian women are of embroi¬ 
dered garments and other fineries, it is strange 
that they should never try to gain even a slight 
acquaintance with the needle, nigh and low 
alike depend upon their male friends for every 
stitch in their dress. Tastes of course vary in 
different countries; but I confess that it always 
provoked me to see n tall red-faced fellow acting 
the dressmaker, and a slender girl preforming 
the functions of a groom. Several tiroes I tried to 
introduce reforms auioug our own people; but 
the very attempt to allot to each his own proper 
work produced such a storm of discontent that 
I gave up the matter in despair. But if it is pro¬ 
voking to see a man pilfering the needle, it is 
still more aggravating to see him monopolize the 
laundry. It is true, the Abyssinians have as 
strong a prejudice against a clean face, still, when- 1 
ever, during the course of the year, tbe shirt or 
the shama requires a lilllo scrubbing, a. big fel¬ 
low far better adapted to plow the field per¬ 
forms the agreeable job. * * * This kind of 
work, w’hich is the heaviest the men perform, ad- f 
mils of no comparison with the more onerous 1 
duties devolving upon the poorw’omen. In a < 
large household, where a good number of f«- < 
males are required, some go early in the morn- f 
ing to collect wood, anil others to fetch water; 
while not a few busily employed their hands in 
cleaning the stables, or in preparing the bread, 1 
skiro, dillok. and wotz for breakfast To remove ' 
the husks from the grain before It is washed and 1 
grouud is regarded by all as a most tiring job. 
We usually employ two at this occupation to 
relieve each other; but the unfeeling natives ( 
have no such consideration, and will sometimes 1 
force their female servants or slaves to stand over 
the rude mortar till their arms become almost 
paralyzed, and they are ready to drop from sheer 1 
exhaustion and fatigue.— Wanderings in Ab- l 
yssinia . * I 
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INFLUENCE OF MOTHERS, 
John Randolph never ceased, till his dying 
day, to remember, with unutterable affection, the 
pious care of his mother, in teaching him to 
kneel at her side, and, with his little hands 
raised upward, to repeat, in slow and measured 
accent, the pattern prayer. 
“My mother,” said Mr. Benton, not long be¬ 
fore he died, “asked me not to drink liquor, and 
I never did. She desired mo at another time to 
avoid gaming, and I never knew a card. She 
hoped 1 would never use tobacco, and it never 
passed my lips.” 
Not long ago, the Rev. Dr. Mills, in one of bis 
powerful appeals to mothers to consecrate their 
children to tbe ministry of the Gospel, said:—“ A 
youth, after great deliberation, and with the 
knowledge that his mother desired him to be a 
clergyman, decided at lust to become a lawyer; 
and, soon after, his mother inquired of him, in a 
tono of deep and tender interest, ‘My son, what 
have you decided to do?’ ‘To study law, 
mother.’ She only replied, ‘I had hoped other¬ 
wise;’ and her convulsive sobbing told the depth 
of her disappointment. ‘Do you think,’ said he, 
‘ I could go into the law over my mother’s tears? ’ 
He considered the case, aud has long been an 
able und efficient clergyman.” 
All that Leigh Richmond was, he attributed to 
the simplicity and propriety with which his 
mother endeavored to win his attention, and 
store his memory with religious truths, when yet 
almost an infant. 
Oh! it Christian mothers would but wake up to 
the use of their powers and influences, a Samuel 
might rise out of every family, and Leigh Rich¬ 
monds be numbered by thousands .—Halls Jour¬ 
nal of Health. 
J Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
LABOR IS TRUE HONOR. 
X _ 
BT EMII.K MARCH. 
— 
Tins world of ours once rolled in fpace, 
r With fomt*, lakes and mountains, 
No hand had felled the giant trees, 
Or chained the rushing fountains, 
And round the whole, in grandeur lay, 
The navy rolling ocean 
t No hark had plowed Its sunlit waves, 
Or dared the storm’s commotion. 
I The coal-beds waited under ground, 
. The marble in the quarry, 
, The iron-ore, and yellow gold, 
Lay hid ir< mountain hoary, 
The diamond, in its dusky bed 
Slept in the sandy river, 
And countless gems sealed up their light, 
One day to gleam and quiver. 
Now gaze we on the scene transformed, 
On harvests shining yellow, 
On fertile fields, and spreading tree?, 
With fruitage warm and mellow; 
I And near, the cottage gleaming white, 
t The home where love is dwelling, 
And out among the autuuui flowers, 
Comes love'a own music Dwelling. 
Unnumbered cities lift their spire*, 
Like stars in sunlight gleaming, 
Below, the wide and lengthened streets 
With busy crowd< arc teeming, 
> Vast halls are piled with printed lore, 
; Art's proudest work* are glowing, 
i And earth's mid ocean's rarest gems 
Their richest light are throwing. 
The fire horse rushes through the land, 
The steamer plow* the ocean, 
Heaven'slightnlngs drawn to earth to bear 
Thought, feeling and emotion. 
Was’t magic wrought these changes vast ? 
’Twas labor stern and steady, 
From year to year, from age to age, 
Untiring, ever ready. 
To thoughtful heads, and toiling hands, 
Through every age departed, 
To those who are thinking, toiling now, 
The brave aud noble-hearted, 
Though small the range, and brief the span, 
Their day of life has given, 
To them Bhali come the meed of praise! 
From earth aud highest heaven. 
Ye who have labored, waited long, 
Take heart, be not despairing; 
Your hardened hands and dusty brow, 
Your garments dim with wearing, 
These mark your worth. Lift up your eyes, 
The guerdon is before you; 
The night of serving 1ms been long, 
The day is dawning o’er you. 
The earth is yielding freely back, 
For all bestowed upon her. 
And mankind are waking up to know, 
Tiiat Labor is true honor. 
Fredonia, N. Y., 1863. 
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Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker 
RURAL SERMONS-NO. II. 
His that is devoid of wisdom despisetli his neighbor; 
but a man of understanding holdeth his peace. — 
Proverbs xi. 12. 
1. There is a ohm who despise their neighbors. 
Do you belong to (bat class? If so, you are 
ignorant. You are not wise. You lack under¬ 
standing. You want discretion. You do not 
know your neighbor. You should seek his soci¬ 
ety oftener. You should study him personally. 
Commune wilh him. Look at things from his 
stand-point. You will be better able to judge of 
the purity of his motives and the uprightness of 
his character, as well as of the wisdom of his 
acts. Here is where we fail- precisely where 
we stumble. If our ueighbor does what seems to 
us to be wrong or unwise, viewing it from, our 
position, we should consult him and try to gain 
his platform from which to look at it, before we 
condemn him or his acts. We should not do this 
in the character of meddlers. Wait for oppor¬ 
tunity. Suspend judgment until we gain it. 
Wiihbold opinion or an expression of opinion 
until we are thoroughly satisfied we understand 
his position. We should know our neighbors 
better. We should learn that we have neighbors. 
We should seek to measure our own capacity 
with that of our neighbor. By doing hi, we 
shall learn to estimate more accurately his and 
our own value as citizens. This comparison will 
not, always be flattering to our vanity and self- 
love. H will beget charity. And we shall learn 
to love anil appreciate the good and truthful 
wherever we find it. We shall seek to emulate 
what we most admire in others —to correct our 
own foibles as trey are mirrowed to us in our 
neighbors' character. We should remember that 
“Man like the generous vine, supported lives, 
Tbe strength he gains is from the embrace he gives; 
On their own axes, ns the planets run, 
Yet make their circle round t he sun, 
So ttvo consistent motions, act tbe soul, 
And one regards itself, and one the whole— 
Thus God and Nature linked the general frame, 
Aud bade self-love and social be the same.” 
2 . Hold your peace concerning your neighbor. 
Defend him if you say anything. Let this de¬ 
fence continue so long os it is honest to do so — 
eo long as you can do it conscientiously. And 
when this is impossible, hold your peace. Do 
not herald his guilt nor magnify his evil acts. 
Give them no tongue. Let them speak for them¬ 
selves. Perhaps they will show iheir author bis 
real character and provoke reform. Do not ren¬ 
der reform impossible to him. Encourage every 
good ad. Kindly discountenance what you can 
not commend. Lift the man up from his degra¬ 
dation more than you pull him down. It is 
better to have a good neighbor than a bad one. 
To secure such an one is worthy an effort. To 
convert the latter into the former is the work of 
a man of understanding: and he will make an 
effort to do it. You not only benefit yourself and 
the neighborhood by such effort, but you place 
the object of such action tinder lasting obliga¬ 
tions to you. If you succeed you secure a faith- 
I ful friend. Your recompense is in all respect 
| sure and constantly increasing. Onr neighbors 
| are often what we make them. Charity con¬ 
stantly exercised produces fruit. It begets 
charity in others. It fosters community of feel¬ 
ing. It binds together. It strengthens. And in 
a Rural neighborhood it is of practical advant¬ 
age in business affairs. It strengthens our 
interest in each others success. We exchange 
opinion and experience. Mutual benefits result 
We become identified w ith eucb other in interests, 
in projects, in prosperity. For strength follows 
union. Tower is begotten of it; anrl influence 
follows power. It is the influence of combina¬ 
tion. It is tempered and toned by charity. Un¬ 
derstanding is ils base. Wisdom is the animating 
cause—the motive power. Get wisdom; and 
with all thy getting, get understanding. And 
remember that charity, exercised, is as profitable 
in every respeet to ourselves as to the object of 
its exercise. b. 
UTILITY OF INVENTORS TO MANKIND. 
When Fulton first moved away from the dock 
with tbe Clermont, the skeptical crowd who 
watched Ihr success doubted the evidence of 
their own eyes, but at length broke out in unre¬ 
strained applause at his triumph; which in that 
age of the arts and sciences was great indeed. 
From that, day until the present time the efforts 
of mankind have been put forth to accomplish 
the hard work of tbe world by sinews that never 
tire. Apt indeed are the automatons which now 
clothe the naked, teed the hungry, shelter the 
houseless, and whirl the traveler at a giddy 
speed over plains or seas. All tbe steam en¬ 
gines have been perfected only by patient effort, 
mental and bodily; all tbe looms run them¬ 
selves, so to speak, only by reason of the intelli¬ 
gent and untiring exertions made by practical 
men; and cheap clothing, cheap traveling, cheap 
food, cheap everything, in fact, results from tbe 
introduction of useful machines. 
Inventors have beeD, and are still busy; let 
them be still more active. Fame writes the 
names of successful ones high up on her scron. 
and the cause of humanity, of mercy, of all vir¬ 
tues and qualities, is aided and countenanced by 
the art of invention. As witness the safety- 
lamp of Sir Humphrey Davy, and the circula¬ 
tion of the blood by Jenner; for this latter, 
although more properly a discovery, was yet 
the result of patient thought and investigation. 
In more modern times the name of Morse, as 
connected with the telegraph: of Parrott, asso¬ 
ciated with bis rifled ordnance; of Timhy as the 
originator, and Ericsson as the practical devel¬ 
oper of the system of iron-clad batteries, will all 
be gratefully remembered by posterity as men 
who, by their talent, energy, and patriotism, 
achieved great results for the nation. 
With such a record before him, let no aspiring 
young mau waste time aud money on perpetual 
motions or other whirligigs, which are to the art 
of useful iuvenliou what the philosopher’s stone i 
is to chemistry—the shadowy and illusive thing 
that evades every attempt to grasp it, and ends 
only in sorrow and inexpressible misery to all i 
concerned. Take hold of realities, oh! ye who i 
aspire to wealth and honor! Grasp not the 
wind, but seize upon some arduous task now 
performed by manual labor, and reduce it to 
the sphere of machinery. Wrestle with possi- i 
bilities, not intangible things; and fame und tor- i 
tune, which now seem Mar off, shall come at i 
your nod and beck, as the slaves of old obeyed i 
the rubbing of Aladdin’s ring.— Sci. American, i 
INFLUENCE OF PARENTS. 
A perfect child would be a perfect aurora of t 
the soul; at least its appearance would not be su 
variously,restrained and so difficult as that of a ! 
perfect man. On biui everything from the state 
down to himself exercises a forming influence; < 
but on the fresh child parents repeat with full i 
power thu law-giving, moulding character of i 
Lyeurgus and of Moses. They can separate s 
their pupil from others and form him without in- I 
terference better than a Spartan or a Jewish f 
State could do. Consequently we ought to ex- 1 
pectmore from the unlimited authority of pa¬ 
rents. i 
If a whole system of religious metaphysics did < 
not dreamingly sleep within the child, how could i 
the mental contemplation of infinity, God, eter- < 
nity, holiness, Ac., be imparted to him since we i 
cannot communicate it to him by outward means, t 
and indeed have nothing for that purpose but } 
words, which have not the power of creating but 
only of arousing. The dying and the fainting t 
ear bears inward music which no outward object 
gives; and ideas are such inward tones.— Jean 
Paul. ) 
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Reading and Conversation.— Our reading 
will be of little nee without convention, and i 
our conversation will he apt to ran low without 
reading. Reading trims tbe lamp and conver- i 
sation lights it; reading is the food of the mind, t 
and convei sation the exercise. And us all things 
are strengthened by exercise, so is the mind by 
conversation. There we shake oil' the dust and t 
stiffness of a reculse, scholastic life; our opinions t 
are confirmed or corrected by the good opinions t 
of others: points ate argued, doubts are resolved, , 
difficulties cleared, directions given, and fre- ^ 
quently hints started which, if pursued, would t 
lead to the most useful truths, like a vein of sil¬ 
ver or gold which directs to a mine. v 
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DIARIES. c 
A man who keeps a diary pays C 
Due toll to many tedious days; g 
But life becomes cveutful, then v 
His busy band forgets the pen. ^ 
Most books, indeed, are records less 
Of fullness than of emptiness. 
ABEL ENTERING HEAVEN. 
L --- 
Tex thousand times ten thousand sung 
Loud anthems round the Throne, 
When lo I one solitary tongue 
Began a soug unknown— 
A song that told of banished fears, 
Of pardoned sins and dried up tears. 
Not one of all the Heavenly host 
Could these high notes attain, 
But Spirits from a distant coast 
Soon joined to swell the strain: 
Till he who first Logan the song— 
To sing alone not. suffered long— 
Was numbered with a countless throng. 
And still a* hours are fleeting by, 
The angels ever bear 
Some newly-ransomed soul on high 
To join the chorus there; 
And so the song will louder grow 
Till all redeemed by Christ below 
To that fair world of rapture jpo. 
Oh ! give me. Lord, my golden harp, 
Attune my broken voice 
That I may sing of troubles sharp 
Exchanged for endless joys; 
The song that ne'er was heard before, 
A sinner reached that heavenly shore, 
Which now shall sound forever more— 
A sinner saved by grace. 
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Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
RESENTMENT. 
Reader, did you never feel the flame of resent¬ 
ment kindling in your bosom ? Did you never 
have the blood rush wildly to your cheek as 
you listened to some unjust censure? Maybe 
your character was assailed, your virtue ques¬ 
tioned, your purest and most generous motives 
pronounced selfish, envy may have been the 
main-spring of your injuries, or the cause may 
have been trivial even,—no, question it not; but 
ask did you harbor resentment ? Did you let its 
poison enter your heart or mar the quietness of 
your spirit ? Then as you felt its power surging 
over your soul and mantling with crimson dye 
your cheek, did you vow to be avenged, or did 
you, after reflection, let the spirit of Christ come 
into your heart, subdue your resentment, and 
make you gentle and forgiving ? If so, then are 
you happy and blest in fulfilling the Gospel 
which says—“ Love your enemies, bless them 
that curse you, do good to them that hate you, 
and pray for them W’hich despitefully use you 
and persecute you; that you may he. the children 
of your Father which is in Heaven.” 
Mrs. Mattie D. Lincoln. 
Canandaigua, N. Y., 1863. 
A PLEASANT WORD FOR EVERY ONE. 
A Christian should resemble a sunbeam 
shining with a light derived from the “Sun of 
Righteousness.” The amount of good and hap¬ 
piness which we may diffuse around us, by only 
showing a smiling face and a kind heart, and 
speaking kindly, but not always “our own 
words,” is Incalculable. 
I remember walking one day through the fields 
with a dear friend. She seemed to have a pleas¬ 
ant word for every one we met. The little chil¬ 
dren looked tip in her face and smiled, as they 
dropped their simple courtesies. Tbe old men 
uncovered their grey hairs, and seemed to be 
cheered by her kindly greeting. 
“A fine day, friend,” said she to one old man. 
“ Y’es, ma’am, it is very fine.” 
“We inuBt thank Godfor it, and for every good 
thing.” 
“ Aye, to be sure; but I never thought of that. 
I thank God wuth ail my heart, 
“ Y’ou appear to be very lame, my friend,” she 
observed to another, who w’as passing wearily 
along, and looked hot aud tired; she called them 
all friends. The old man seemed touched by her 
sympathizing looks, and told her the whole his¬ 
tory of the accident; upon which she prescribed 
some simple remedy, which, perhaps, soon cured 
him. 
The next person we met was a little girl, who 
was cry ing because she had just upset her basket 
of ripe blackberries into the ditch. Upon which 
my friend smilingly suggested that she might 
gather more, pointing at the same time to the 
rich clusters which grew all around; and she 
soon dried her eyes, and began following her 
advice. 
Thus it is that we should all endeavor to pass 
through the world, helping, cheering, and com¬ 
forting one another. People who are always 
innocently cheerful and good humored are very 
useful in the world; they maintain peace and 
happiness, and spread a thankful temper around 
them. It has been well said, that “we have no 
more right to fling an unnecessary shadow over 
the spirits of those whom we may casually meet, 
than we have to fling a stone and break their 
windows.” 
What is Conscience?— When a little boy, 
my father sent mo from the field home. A spot¬ 
ted tortoise in shallow water caught my at¬ 
tention, and I lifted my stick to strike it when a 
voice within me said “It is wrong.” I stood 
with uplifted stick, in wonder at the new emo¬ 
tion. till the tortoise vanished from my sight 
I hastened home and asked my mother what it 
was that told me it was wrong. 
Taking me in her arms, she said, “ Some men 
call it conscience, but I prefer to call it the voice 
of Godin the soul of man. If you listen to it 
and obey it, then it will speak clearer, and al¬ 
ways guide you right. But if you turn a deaf 
ear, or disobey, then it will fade out little by 
little, and leave you in the dark, without a 
guide.” 
Heroes.— A man must he a hero to under¬ 
stand a hero.— Goethe, 
Let Jesus Christ be all in all; study Christ, 
preach Christ, live Christ .—Matthew Henry. 
