Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
MY NEIGHBOR'S FAULTS AND MINE. 
BY KATE WOODLAND. 
I'm well acquainted with my faults. 
I've known them long and well— 
Together many, many years 
We've been content to dwell: 
And though to many very strange 
Such statement may appear. 
Still I must say no otter faults 
To me are half so dear. 
My neighbor'* faults I do not love; 
They're not hitch faults as mine , 
They're druwn upon another plan, 
And by a different line: 
Whereas my faults are peaceable, 
Scarce bringing me a tear, 
My neighbor's faults are troublesome, 
And cause me pain severe. 
Tis true 1 say I bate my sins, 
But tie not really bo,— 
If I disliked them very much, 
I would not keep them so: 
It is my neighbor's Bing I hate. 
They give me bo much care, 
I have no time to watch my own, 
Or know how bad they are. 
If I could see my neighbors all 
From imperfections free, 
My Own, (although such trilling ones,) 
Should be discharged by me. 
But since I cannot do it all. 
And Utters are much the worst, 
I think I should be neighborly, 
A Vending others first. 
Van Buren Co., Mich. 
*Sfocn teller. 
■Written Expressly for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
UNSATISFIED; 
OR, MiSMATED FOR LIFE. 
BY CLIO STANLEY. 
CHAPTER I. 
From her earliest childhood, Helen Warner 
could remember with what a longing, what an 
intense yearning, she had looked out upon life; 
not the life of the outer world as we see it 
stretched bare before us every day, but upon the 
life others around her really lived. She could 
remember how, as a little child, she had looked 
with contempt upon the out-door and in-door 
games which her playmates took such delight in, 
turning away from them to find what comfort 
and company she might in her books, or in 
gazing up into the far, blue sky, vainly striving 
to imagine what lay beyond it; in watching the 
masses of snow-white clouds just tinged with 
grey; in picking up common stones by the way¬ 
side, building with them fair palaces; or, oftencr 
still, seeking gome quiet spot where she might 
sit down unnoticed and listen to the musical 
twitter of the little birds. A thousand times she 
had wished she was a bird, so that, on rapid wing, 
she might, pierce the very clouds, resting only 
on the loftiest tree-tops, or flying to the sunny 
South-land where naught but sunshine and glad- 
uess should greet her ail the year long. But she 
remembered, too, how vain all these dreams had 
been; how vague, and unsatisfactory had been 
the sympathy she had met when she had ventured 
to give expression to her feelings; and hadlearned 
as she grew older, to keep hack the out-gushings 
oi her young heart and to control even the out¬ 
ward look of the gladness and happluess which 
she did sometimes experience. She was more 
lonely than most children, though a brother and 
sister were near her with sweetest suggestions 
of companionship in the very names; still, she 
seemed to others and felt herself to be an isolated 
one in each circle of enjoyment. 
Mrs. Warner was a vain and fashionable 
woman, thinking of her children only as intended 
for display and admiration, and even then, true 
to her selfish nature, caring for them more bp- 
cause they were parts of her household and 
models of her taste than for any other reason. 
She was an ignorant woman, one who had ob¬ 
tained a husband early in life, simply because 
sbe was fortunate enough to be gifted with a 
pretty lace, and Mark Warner imagined that 
her Boul looked out through her features and 
that sbe was born to make him the happiest 
man in the universe; but when the lover was 
merged in the husband, he found to his sorrow 
that his dreams of happiness and contentment 
in a home of bis own were never to be realized 
—that he had taken as a companion lor life a 
woman with no love for what was really good 
and beautiful in his eyes—uo ability or desire to 
cultivate in herself thuse qualities to which she 
had been a stranger all her life; and worse than 
ail, when children grew up about them, appeal¬ 
ing to all their best and holiest feelings, he dis¬ 
covered in her such a lack of all a true mother’s 
instincts and refinements, that he turned away 
shocked and disgusted, tired of hie own home 
and almost tired of living. So he went daily to 
his counting-room, and looked over dusty 
ledgers, counted great piles of money, and at 
night passed away the hours, which at home he 
thought would be too dull for endurance, in a 
club-house, where he met with other men, some 
of whom were disappointed like himself, and 
others, bold and unfeeling, who came only to 
profit by their disappointment. 
Meanwhile, Mrs, Warner, feeling his strange 
neglect, though taking no pains to win back any 
token of that aflection which had once been 
hers, grew disdaiulhl and more selfish than ever; 
and it was when these feelings had taken root, 
sprung up and borne fruit in their hearty that 
Helen, their youngest child, was born. Was it 
any wonder that she was unsocial and discon¬ 
tented, weary of life before she was old enough 
to rightly appreciate either its joys or its griefs ? 
She had been sent away to boarding school with 
her elder sister three years before, and they had 
just returned, “ finished,” as the highly accom¬ 
plished and very consequential preceptress in¬ 
formed Mr. Warner by letter; a letter written 
on tinted paper and scented with some delicate 
perfume, but which he threw down most con¬ 
temptuously when he had seen the writing and 
spelling, neither of which bore testimony for her 
boasted capabilities of finishing the education of 
those committed to her care. 
“ See here, Ann, is this the kind of education 
you have been getting at Daifield Hall ? Look 
at this writing and tell me if that is the style 
you have been taught?” 
“ Indeed, papa, I never paid much attention 
to that or to spelling either, for I should like to 
know what use I can make of them when I get 
Into society ? And I wish you wouldn't call me 
Ann, it sounds so common; everybody calls me 
Annie but you.” 
“ Ann is a very good name; my mother had it 
before you, and if you only make half as good a 
woman as she was, I shall be proud of you,” 
said her father. 
He turned to question Helen,, but she had 
escaped to her own room, unwilling to seem to 
compare herself with her sister after her father’s 
remarks. While at school Helen had always 
written the letters home, and though short and 
almost cold in their tone of expression, there 
was no fault to find in their execution. No one 
need have been ashamed to own the clear, beau¬ 
tiful band-writing which had always marked her 
productions. 
Ann inherited largely her mother’s indolent 
nature, and she had not applied herself closely 
enough to any branch of study while away to 
thoroughly master it, except her music, which 
she really took delight in. Her master had often 
said she was his most brilliant pupil, and she 
gloried in the reputation. But her selections 
betrayed the tone of her mind,—dashing bravu- 
ras, stormy galops, and variations where you 
could discover scarce a trace of the original 
melody, but which she executed with such skill 
and rapidity that she always won golden opinions 
from her audience. She had been a favorite with 
both principal and pupils, for her fund of good 
humor was inexhaustible, and her lively sallies 
drove away the bluest spirits that threatened any 
homesick maiden. Helen was never less at ease 
than when in company with her sister, for she. 
felt so strongly the difference in their powers of 
pleasing. The girls voted her stupid and with¬ 
out a spark of feeling, and it was only in the 
eyes ot subordinate teachers that she won any 
favor; for in mathematics, the sciences and lan¬ 
guages she evinced a patient determination to 
overcome difficulties that few otliere manifested. 
She had taken pains to learn well whatever she 
undertook, and though not rendered more bril¬ 
liant by her acquisitions, sbe bad come borne 
with a greater capacity for enjoyment; still the 
old feelings would oftencst c laim possession of 
her mind, rendering her society anything but 
attractive to strangers. 
Tlveir brother PuiLtr, who had been away from 
home, first at a boarding school and afterward at 
college, while they were children in the Louse, 
and whom, consequently, they had not often 
seen, until this time, except during his vaca¬ 
tions, was the only one in the home-circle who 
could or would appreciate the quiet, undemon¬ 
strative Helen. He felt that she was not under¬ 
stood, and he in the overflowing abundance of 
his gladness and light-liearteduese could pityber 
loneliness and tried to lessen it. He did in some 
measure succeed, for after she had been at home 
a few weeks, she learned to turn to him for sym¬ 
pathy in some of her thoughts, though her 
inmost aspirations she locked up securely within 
her own heart and said they should perish there 
before she wonhl expose them to the cold, cal¬ 
culating eyes of the world, to he sneered at and 
perhaps trampled on with rude feet. 
Would she ever find a hand to open that BCaled 
fountain, her wayward Heart, and bid it# clear, 
sparkling waters gush forth ? Would she ever 
find a heart that would greet her coming with 
joy — eyes that would see beauty in her plain 
face, and ears to which her voice, with its per¬ 
petual under-curreut of sadness, would become 
melodious, even as the songs of the birds she 
used to listen to when she was a child! Every 
woman’s heart knows that she must sometimes 
have questioned thus within herself—Would she 
always remain uusatisfied ? 
CHAPTER II. 
Almost every evening the parlors were lighted 
and thronged by those who called themselves 
friends, to obtain a word or a bright look from 
Annie Warner, who had become as general a 
favorite in her own home as she had been among 
■her girl-friends ttt school. Philip would laugh 
whenever she used to rehearse the numerous 
compliments she had received, in his hearing, 
telling her if she was not Ann Warper, the 
wealthy banker’s daughter, she wouldn’t have so 
many to boast of; but she only pouted her rosy 
lips at him and held to her own opinion of the 
subject. 
One evening after another, Helen was urged 
by her mother and Annie herself, to go down to 
the parlor and join the company there, but to 
both she returned the same answer, “I should 
only mar the enjoyment by showing my face 
there, and besides, I like better to be alone.” 
“But,” Annie would say, “you don’t know 
what fine fellows some ol them are who come to 
see me, and I wouldn’t he jealous a bit, even if 
they should pay you some attention.” 
“Thank you,” her sister would reply; “I will 
not risk your jealousy in such an important mat¬ 
ter,” and so she was finally left alone. 
One evening, however, when it was quite early, 
and the light had not been turned fully on, she 
was sitting by herself in the music-room, which 
opened from the parlor, singing some simple 
ballad which she loved to sing, and to which her 
voice lent rare expression, when the parlor door 
opeued and some one came quietly lu and sat 
down at the further end of the room. When 
she had finished the song she took up another, 
and sang again with her whole heart in her voice, 
unmindful now of the light which had just been 
tamed on, unheedful of anything but her own 
longing, which rang through and through the 
simple melody, making it almost too sad to listen 
to without tear-. But she was brought suddenly 
back to the realities about her by hearing Annie 
exclaim close by her side, at the close of the 
last verse, 
“Well, this is too good; here’s my sober sis¬ 
ter, whom I never can persuade to sing for any¬ 
body, singing of her own accord to my most 
grateful friend, IIebert Belden. What will 
happen next?” 
Helen sprang up from her seat, with cheeks 
pale and red by turns, and after a moment of 
awkwardness, said coldly, “ I did not know any¬ 
one beside myself was in the room.” She turned 
to leave them when Mr. Belden stepped up to 
her, saying, “As your brother Philip's friend, 
will you not grant me the privilege of your ac¬ 
quaintance, and let me thank you for the Bong 
to which I only accidentally became a listener.” 
“Well done!” said Annie, her eyes dancing 
with fun, “so far you have said just right; and 
now, sister mine, won’t, you stay where you are 
for one evening?” As Helen was hastily de¬ 
clining, the door opened to admit other visitors 
and she was obliged, us Annie hastened to meet 
them, to sit down and try to talk. 
Her effort#, though, seemed to be almost fruit¬ 
less ; she could not utter more than single sen¬ 
tences, until her companion led the conversation 
away from the present company and occasion, to 
topics more congenial to her taste, and then, 
battling against, her unwillingness to stay, she 
listened, finally becoming fairly interested in his 
remarks and criticisms on books which they had 
both read. Annie seemed to be entirely en¬ 
grossed with the society of the three gentlemen 
at the lower end of the room and to give no fur¬ 
ther thought to Helen. By and by, however, 
one of them asked for music, and she came 
gracefully across the room, pausing a moment to 
introduce Mr. Hamilton, Mr. Banks, and Mr. 
Trall to “ my sister Helen.” Helen acknowl¬ 
edged their salutations, and as Percy Hamilton 
and Ernest Trall stood for a moment a# if 
undecided whether they should follow Mies 
Warner and Mr. Banks to the music-room, or 
remain where they were, she rose and proposed 
that they should all go into the other room, for 
#he well knew that nothing would vex Annie 
more than to have but one apparent listener 
when there were four gentlemen in the room. 
They all stopped forward hastily a# Annie com¬ 
menced a brilliant Valse, and in a moment they 
were in the other room, standing near the fair 
performer. When she paused, turning halfway 
round on the stool, Mr. Hamilton turned to 
Helen, asking if she too did not play! 
She replied, “Scarcely ever, and then more for 
my own enjoyment than with any expectation of 
contributing to that of others.” 
“But will you not favor us this evening?” 
“Please excuse me; toy effort would be but 
an indifferent one.” 
“Let us be the judge of that,” pleaded two of 
the gentlemen, and Annie rose from the piano 
with forced acquiescence as her sister left her 
seat. 
Helen sat down and played one or two pieces, 
selections from her favorite Opera, when one of 
the company asked for “La Rive,” and without 
looking up she began to play it. As she went on, 
she. became absorbed in the exquisite transcrip¬ 
tion and under her lingers the notes seemed to 
throb with the feelings that possessed her. As 
the sad. sweet melody swelled up beneath her 
touch they all drew nearer, and listened almost 
with measured breath while she st ruck the heavy 
chords iu the second part, and then the little, 
tinkling note# that &onnded like joy-bells alter 
the sadder strains preceding them. Finally she 
touched a few notes again of the simple melody 
in conclusion, and rose from her seat, her face 
all aglow with tlic pleasure it had left her own 
soul, never thinking of the others nntil Mr. 
Belden’# voice recalled her. “A thousand 
thanks, Miss Helen ; you have given us a rarer 
treat than yon can imagine.” 
The other gentlemen added their voice to his 
praise, but she could no longer bear this, and 
bowing to each she wished them good-evening 
and went quietly out, just noticing that it was 
not Mr. Belden but Percy Hamilton who held 
the door open for her to pass. It was but a few 
moments after she closed the door of her own 
room, when she heard the street door close, and 
then a knock came at her own. 
“ Is it you, Annie ?—tome in.” Annie en¬ 
tered and flung herself down in a low chair near 
her sister and said abruptly, “Well, which of 
them do you like best ? ” 
“Annie, what do you mean” said Helen, 
proudly. 
“Just what I say; I'm sure it’s an easy ques¬ 
tion to answer, and beside I’ve & particular rea¬ 
son lbr wanting to know.” 
“Nonsense!—what should I have to say? 
They all seetn to be very polite, well-behaved 
young men, but as for liking, I need to know 
more of a man than I would learn in half an 
hour’# conversation, before I could tell whether 
1 should like him, as you term it.” 
“ Well, don’t look 60 cross at me; I am sure 
yon seemed quite interested in your ‘ half-hour’s 
conversation.’ ” 
“ Annie, cannot you understand common 
sense in common language; I wasn’t speaking 
of Mr. Belden particularly.” 
Annie only laughed a little; then said “Good¬ 
night,” and went out, leaving her sister alone 
again. For a long time alter Annie had left the 
room, Helen sat by the fire wrapped in her own 
quiet meditations, then taking out a Bible from 
her work-stand drawer, read two or three chap¬ 
ters and laid it aside for the night. The light 
was put out and her eyes closed, but no prayer 
for safety, or word of grateful acknowledgment, 
rose to her lips to hallow the night. But while 
she owned not the love she should have owned 
to her Creator, she longed for human love, and 
this feeling obtained almost passionate utterance 
in her heart. At last she fell asleep, but only to 
dream that a fonder love than any she had ever 
known was hers, and that Annie had snatched 
the treasure from her grasp.— [To be concluded 
next week.] 
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follows:—Five copies one year, for $14; Seven, and one 
free to Club Agent,for flit; Ten, and one free, for $25, 
and any greater number at the same rate—only $2,50 per 
copy. Club papers directed to individuals and sent to as 
many different Post-Olflces as desired. As we pre-pay 
American postage on copies sent abroad, $2,70 fa the 
lowest Club rate for Canada, and $3,50 to Europe. The 
best way to remit fa by Draft on New York, (less cost of 
exchange,)—and all drafts made payable to the Order of 
the Publisher, may bb mailed at ms kisk. 
P?“ The above Terms and Rates must be strictly ad¬ 
hered to bo long as poblfahed. Those who remit less 
than specified price for a club or single copy, will be 
credited only as per rates. Persons sending less than 
full price for thfa volume will find w hen their subscrip¬ 
tions expire by referring to figures on address label — 
the figure# Indicating tbe No. of paper to which they 
have paid being given. 
