BB1 
©cpatlmca!. 
A WIFE WANTED. 
I want a wife 
To cbeer my life; 
I care not wbat she lackd of bcaoty 
80 I but find 
That uhc In kind, 
And knowa and practice# her dot?. 
I want a wife 
Averse to etrife — 
A gentle, unaffected creature; 
One who can pass 
A looking-glass, 
Nor stop to glance at every foaturo, 
I want a wife 
With vigor rife. 
Whose nerves are never In a flutter ; 
Who will not roam, 
Hut atay at homo, 
And brew and bake, and rnako tho butter. 
I want a wife 
Who through her life 
Was never known to be a flirt; 
Who'll bring to mo 
A recipe 
To keep the buttons on a ehirt. 
If such q one 
Dwells 'neath tho eun, 
And don’t mind leaving friends behind her. 
With the author of this 
She'll And true bliss 
By informing him where he may find her. 
Written for Moore’s Itural New-Yorker. 
HOME - MOTHER - HEAVEN. 
Tub three words, Home, Mother, Heaven, 
are the sweetest in our language. The heart has 
memories that can never die. It makcB no dif¬ 
ference how we may be tossed about upon life’s 
turbid and tempestuous stream, these memories 
still live with us. They are memories of homo- 
early home 1 Dear, hallowed spot !• What magic 
in the sound — Home! It has attractions for 
every true heart—is the center of every social 
tie! And as our mind wanders back far over the 
misty past, how many tender reminiscences ol 
that early home come crowding upon us! Tiicrc 
is the old tree, under which the light-hearted 
school-hoy swung iu many a Summer day; there 
the home in which lie knew a parent's love and 
a parent’s protection; and hard by is the church, 
and even the old school-house, with Its dark, old 
walls, which in former days impressed him with 
such awe—associated as they were with thoughts 
of ferule and tusks—comes hack to bring pleas¬ 
ant remembrances of the “far long ago.” Its 
dear old llelds, its grand and majestic forests, its 
rivulets winding here ami there, all possess a 
charm that will never decay. 
Home! the dearest spot on earth, around 
which my young affections cling into the sweet¬ 
est, holiest, tie of love — the place where are 
cradled the scenes of my childhood, my joys and 
sorrows, my hopes and fears. ’Tis the place 
■where memory loves to dwell and linger upon 
its well - remembered scenes, its bright, glad¬ 
some days that have passed away forever. How 
soothing thy recollections; how sweet, thy asso¬ 
ciations; how inauy pleasing os well us sudden- 
ing memories rush before my vision! Tho favor 
ite woods and fountains, the rocks and rivulets, 
tho mossy dells and shady valleys,—Oh! how 
much like a dream they seem ! 
MOTHER. 
A Mother's love!—How thrilling the sound! 
The angel spirit Unit watched over our infant 
yours and cheered us with her smile—how faith¬ 
fully does memory cling to the fast fading me¬ 
mentoes of the sweet counsels of a mother’s 
tongue. And oh, how instinctively <Jq we hung 
over the scenes oi our boyhood, brightened by 
the recollections of waking eyes that never dosed 
■while a slnglo wave of misfortune or danger 
sighed around her child! Tho dearest, the 
truest and the best friend allotted us hero be¬ 
low ! Ah ! who can write of a mother’s love— 
ever true and constant, through ehange, sick¬ 
ness and death—ever watchful of thy interest, 
from the cradle to the grave ? Ah I who can 
tclWits worth y Poets have sung of its beauty 
ever since tho morn of creation, and ’tis a theme 
that is still fresh—a subject that can never bo 
exhausted. The rough windB of adversity may 
darken its pathway, yet through all changes, the 
light of love remains the same. Oh! none can 
rightly prize it. Thrice precious and holy is 
thy memory, Mother! — sacred name!— blessed 
be thy name torever. 
HEAVEN. 
“ The great bourne whence no traveler has 
yet returned.” And there is a second and Anal 
home; that homo is heaven—the home above, 
where we expect to meet the whole famLly of 
man. But who shall paint its landscapes, de¬ 
scribe its glories, picture its inhabitants, or point 
ont th.0 locality y Prophets, poets and evangel¬ 
ists have done much ; hut not enough to satisfy 
the cravings of curiosity. Like the holy of 
holies, into which nope hut the high priest en¬ 
tered, it is mostly veiled from the eyes of others. 
Change, feorrOWs and trials attend our earthly 
pilgrimage, yet through all this there is a hope, 
a beaming li<jht, that when all is over and our 
forms are shrouded for the tomb, our spirits will 
rise on buoyant wings to thegreat throne'where 
our Father reigns, and nil is love, peace and joy, 
and anthems are swelling through the lofty 
domes, and gushing forth in glad, sweet echoes, 
“ Eye hath not sben it; ear hath not heard its 
deep songs ol' joy.” Let onr Father’s promise 
he a beacon through all thy trials, and, through 
chance and change, still hope for the perfect rest 
that is promised when thy work is done. 
Benton Ridge, Ohio, 1807. Peru* Engle. 
t 
By suffering we may avoid sinning; hut by 
sinning we cannot avoid suffering. 
IWMWmm 
■Written for Moore’s Her a! New-Yorker. 
FOUND - TREASURES. 
i 
_ 
: | Found on the shore of Time a pebble rough 
and unshapely; but do not despise it for that, 
i Diamonds are not brilliant when first found, 
and this may prove to he of more worth than 
you think. It may he some lone one wandering 
on those shores, that no hand but yours could 
arrest and cause them to come forth in their 
true light. Remember that 
“ Intelligence and courtesy not always nro r combined; 
Often tu n wooden house a golden room we find.” 
| It its not strange that we forget this some¬ 
times, surrounded by all tho glitter of tbi» life. 
Some are even so blinded by St that they cannot 
or will not sec the wooden houses ; they forgot 
that even iu them there may be golden rooms; 
that Intelligence does not always choose the 
most attractive exterior; that God often selects 
the wooden houses to receive ids choicest gifts. 
Nothing blinds His eyes to true merit. Within 
a rude casket often the brightest gem* of truth 
arc found; the strongest mind, from which is 
emitted the brightest example, the purest in¬ 
fluence ; teaching us that if we would know 
those with whom we associate, if we would 
learn to read nod understand human nature, we 
must go witbiu the wooden houses, aud see if 
there arc not golden rooms inside, if the outside 
is not deceptive, if it does not contain treasures 
we never thought of finding under such au ex¬ 
terior. 
There are people, too, who may be well repre¬ 
sented by stone houses, cold, dark, and gloomy 
to look upon; but even within these walls there 
may he treasures worth searching for, in some 
of the dark and hidden recesses. We often find 
in a casket through which time lias played hide- 
and-seek so long that It is badly shattered, a 
mind only grown stronger by the time which 
has swept over it—a mind filled with precious 
truths, with holy aspirations for right, which it 
has been gathering all those years. As the body 
gradually goes down to the grave the soul gains 
the ascendancy, and BhineH forth in ite own pure 
light, with something of tho glory which will be 
attached to it when it escapes this mortal body 
and soars above on angel wings. Found by the 
river of life an angel Of light, watching Iter realm 
with untiring zeal. Soon a tiny bark is seen in 
the distance, floating toward her. Eagerly she 
watches its approach, and the nearer it comes 
the more delighted does she seem; for in the 
inmate of that tiny messenger she recognizes 
one coming to join with her in praises forever. 
She welcomes her gladly, who is lost to ns ou 
this side the river, hut on the shore clasps hands 
with the angel of light, herself transformed into 
a beautiful angel. Found by the beautiful angel 
a harp, and a crown, and a robe prepared for her 
by the King of that beautiful realm. 
Tiius our treasures arc borne from us, one by 
one, over the dark river, never to return; for 
tlie hark which bears them away never returns 
them. It is borne back by an unknown hand, 
only to receive the waiting ones on this side tho 
river. We are all of us among the waiting ones. 
'Wo know not which one of us may first hear the 
words from the dark messenger, “ 1 am come to 
bear thee over the river; tarry not.” Then 
when we reach the farther shore, Shall we find a 
harp, and a crown, and a robe prepared for us ? 
Shall we he found, and crowned by the angel of 
light? Sara Milder. 
Lima, N. Y. 
DRESS OF THE EMPRESS OF THE FRENCH. 
The Empress continues to wear brocaded 
dresses, and consequently to patronize Lyons 
manufactures to the utmost of her power. The 
Princess Mcttcrnieh follows the Imperial exam¬ 
ple in this respect. A few days ago Die latter 
lady wore at dinner a white Pompadour dress, 
with variegated roses, and small blue leaves 
brocaded on it The skirt opened at front 
breadth and displayed a striped blue and white 
satin petticoat. The trimmings consisted or 
white lace and rutehings of ribbon; and the 
small square Louis XV bodice was decorated 
with tiny bouquets of roses. The head dress 
consisted of a rose and some genuine Louis XV 
jewels. The Duchess D’Eleliingcn wore, at the 
same dinner, a turquoise blue silk dress, orna¬ 
mented with cross-cut bands of blue satin, which 
were arranged as a ladder at the side ol tho skirt, 
aud were covered witli u most brilliant gimp, 
made of while satin bugles. The lowest cross- 
band was fastened to a flounce of point d'Angle • 
terro\ sown on without fullness. Tho bodice 
was trimmed with similar lace, and had a blue 
satin how with bare ol‘ white bugles on the left 
shoulder. The yonng Duchess wore for head 
dress a wreath of olive leaves in blue velvet, tho 
front being represented with pearls. The Em¬ 
press wore the following evening a brocaded 
mauve and white dress, the skirt of which was 
trimmed above the hem with a cross-cut band of 
manve satin, edged with white fringe. The Em¬ 
press has perfect taste in all matters relating to 
her toilet, and very rarely wears a dress exactly 
as it is sent home. Her maid has frequently to 
unpick all the trimmings and to re-arrange them 
under the direction of her Imperial mistress, 
who certainly docs not undcr-rate the impor¬ 
tance of well got up trimmings. — Pari# Corres¬ 
pondent of the Queen . 
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Beautiful Sentiment. —When the Hindoo 
priest is about to baptize an infant, he utters the 
following,beautiful sentiment:— “Little babe, 
thou eutcrest the world weeping, while all 
around smile; contrive so to live, that yon may 
depart in smiles while all around you weep.” 
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Pride is an ingredient that is never lound in 
exalted human nature. 11 is mixed in the com¬ 
position of the weak-minded. Those who have 
a mind to employ, aud a heart to improve, have j 
no inclination to be proud. 
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1^9 
AN. 
€|ntco HlisriEann. 
Written for Moore’a Rural New-Yorker. 
“BEAUTIFUL SNOW.” 
Beautoth, snow-flakes, sifting down softly, 
Leaving their hetn^ In the storm-driven cloud,— 
Drifting along into glittering wavelets, 
Clothing the earth in a pure folded shroud. 
Down deep Sb burled, beneath it* cold bosom. 
All the green leaves 8Dd the sweet-scented flowers; 
Gone is wild-bird — lni*hcd is the singing — 
Silent the musical chime of the showers. 
Patient, O, Earth, for the sun is returning, 
Calling thee forth, thou Bhnlt lay off thy shroud. 
Then, wreathing thy head with the spring flowers of 
beauty, 
With the songs of the birds thou shalt praise Goi> 
aloud. 
Brooks’ Grove, N. Y. 
ANOTHER TEAR. 
ANOTTinn year, another year. 
Oh, who Bliall see another ycart 
Bhalt thou, old man of hoary head. 
Of eyesight dim, and feeble tread ? 
Expect It not I time, pain and grief, 
Have mode thee like the antnmn leaf, 
Ready, by blast or self-decay, 
From its slight hold to drop away — 
And some sad morn may gild thy bfor 
I/mg, long btfurc another year! 
Another year, another year. 
Oh, who shall see another ycart 
Khali yon, tho young? or you, tho fair? 
Ah! the presumptuous thought forbear I 
Within this churchyard’s peaceful bounds. 
Come, pause and ponder o’er the mounds 1 
Here beanty sleeps—that verdant length 
Of grave contains what onco was strength; 
The child—the hoy — tLo man are here; 
You may not seo another year I 
Another year, another year, 
Oil, who shall see another year? 
—Shall I, whose burning thirst of fame 
No earthly power cat) quench or tame f 
Alas | that burnlDg thirst may soon 
Be o’er, aud all beneath the moon — 
All my lino visions, fancy-wrought. 
And all this vortex whirl of thought, 
Forever cease and disappear, 
Ere dawns on earth another year I 
Written for Mooro'a Hnral New-Yorker. 
WE LIVE NOT IN THE PRESENT ONLY. 
Tub little child when reason first dawns upon 
his mind, the youth, the tnau of middle life, and 
the old man whose head is whitened with age— 
are all dreamers. Whatever may he tho occupa¬ 
tion—whether it develops sinewB of iron, or 
power of mind,—there are times when wc arc 
glad to forget present cares and duties in the 
contemplation of vlv id pictures that imagination 
paints of otliei scenes. We think of the past 
and dream of the future. We are influenced by 
memories of the one, and anticipations of the 
other. 
Our own actions, both as individuals and as 
nations, are greatly moditied by wbat has been 
developed in preceding agCH. We derive in¬ 
structions from their teachings, and are reaping 
practical benefits from their scientific discov¬ 
eries. Their principles of morality and their 
immoralities have an influence, to u certain 
extent, In forming our own characters. Their 
I orators, though mute, still impress us with their 
I eloquence; wc arc inspired with delightful emo¬ 
tions by the imaginations of their poets ; we 
gather wisdom from the philosophical teachings 
of their wise men; wo are instructed by their 
example, and profited by their investigation*. 
They have passed uway, hut their works remain; 
the trutlm developed by them can never die. A 
thinking mind will never cease to uxert its in¬ 
fluence, though the lapse of yearn may destroy 
its material tenement The. good and truly great 
rise up before us, and we delight to cherish their 
memories. Perhaps our thoughts may rest on 
oue whose name wo cannot honor; wo reflect, 
for a moment, on his unhappy career, drop a 
tear over his memory, and hasten on to other 
scenes. 
The histories of nations are revealed to us. 
Wc behold their rise, progress and fall, and 
speculate on the cruhcb of their ruin. Wc trace 
out the systems ol government of former na¬ 
tions, and compare them with our own. Well 
might ours be the best, if we have profited by 
the examples of the past; for we have 6cen the 
practical application of other systems, and 
wherein they have been successful, and traced 
the causes ol their failure. 
Scene alter scene of tho past is presented to 
view, until we arc satiated with their contem¬ 
plation, and the imagination, longing for n wider 
field, turns toward the future. And tho future 
is with us in the present. It may differ widely 
from wbatthe real future shall bo; wc may build 
air castles without foundation; wo may antici¬ 
pate and never realize; yet, this hope of what 
the future may be, inspires us with courage to 
make greater effort for its attainment. 
Greene, N. Y., 1867. l. d. b. 
Benevolence. — The benevolent have the ad¬ 
vantage of the Envious, eveu in this present 
life; for the Envious is tormented not only by 
all the ill that befalls himself, but by all the good 
that happens to another; whereas, the benevo¬ 
lent man is the better prepared to bear Jus own 
calamities unruffled, from tho complacency and 
serenity he has secured, from contemplating the 
prosperity of all around him'.— Colton. 
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Envy. —If Envy, like Anger, did not bum 
itself in its own lire, and consume and destroy 
those persons it possesses, before It can destroy 
those it wishes worst to, it would set tho whole 
world on fire, and leave the most excellent per¬ 
sons the most miserable.— Lord Clarendon. 
* HUMORS OF THE SCOTCH DIALECT. 
The Scottish dialect, as we have become ac¬ 
quainted with It from song, poetry and narrative, 
is not only coarse, and ridiculous, but possesses, 
I think, more beauty than the corroctest En¬ 
glish. This is not only because of its novelty to 
us, but because it is softened and toned down 60 
that even in its sound St is pastoral, endearing 
and home-like. The consonata are left off wher¬ 
ever it is possible, and the soft vowels are left to 
fill the measure of tho word. It is thus rendered 
peculiarly a language of love aud endearment. 
What may a handsome girl, or a beautiful maid¬ 
en, or a lovely female (though it must be admit¬ 
ted that this last miserable coinage has no right 
in the language,) he, compared with a “bonnie 
lassie?” ThereiB nothing in'any tongue sim¬ 
pler and sweeter than these two words. The 
termination “ ie ” has come to be the distin¬ 
guishing mark of all names of endearment, and 
the Scottish dialect Is full of it. The poet is a 
“ bardic,” a clever fellow ie a “ birkie,” a child 
is a “bairnle,” a brother is a “ blilie,” a bird is 
a “ birdie,” and a dog is a “ collie.” “ Cannie” 
iB the word for gentle, “gentle” for elegantly 
formed, “sonsle” for sweet and engaging, 
“walic” for simple or jolly, and “ can tie V for 
cheerful, as when the song mentions as the dear¬ 
est object of a man’s aspirations— 
41 A coaie bouo and a cantie wife.’’ 
Even the terms of reproach are pitiful rather 
than harsh ; for a shriveled dwarf is a “ clastic,” 
a sniveler is a*‘ bluntie,” a strapping young fel¬ 
low or girl Is a “swankic,” a thoughtless lciiow 
is a “ taupic,” the mischievous spirits that haunt 
the fords and ferries are “kelpies,” and Old 
Nick himself iB only “Clootie.” By the soften¬ 
ing down of words, we have “a” for all, “aj” 
for one, “nwa" for away, “airn” for iron, 
“amai»t” for almost, “braw” for fine, “ba” 
for ball, “ea” for,call, “e’e” for eye, “fa” for 
fall, “foe” fpr foe, “frae” for from, “fou” for 
full or drunk, “mac” for more, "mon" for 
month, “ourie" for shivering, “eerie” for 
frightened, “i” for in, “pou” for pull, “pow” 
for bead, “o'” for of, “wonner” for wonder, 
etc. The following dialogue, supposed to take 
place between a customer and a shopman, in 
reference to a plaid hanging at the shop door, 
Customer(inquiring the material,) Oct? (wool.) 
Shopman—Ay, oo. (Yes, of wool.) 
Customer—A’ oo ? (All wool ?) 
Shopman—Ay, a’ oo. (Yes, all wool.) 
Cnfitomer—A’ ae oo ? (All same wool ?) 
Shopman—Ay, a’ ae oo. (Yes, all same wool.) 
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HONORABLE. 
When Mr. Emerson met Walter Savage Lan- 
dor at Florence, in 1838, tho Englishman desig¬ 
nated as three of the greatest men, Washington, 
Phoclon aud Timoicon, “and did even omit to 
remark,” says Emerson, “ the similar termination 
of their names,” The greatest on we can think 
of just now is tlic Greenville sator, Johnson. 
But Jefferson, Madlsou, Jackson and Harrison 
are on the queer Presidential list. Bonaparte 
and Wellesley had to get on it by adopting Na¬ 
poleon and Wellington. Lincoln came within 
an “1” of it, which is as good sb an inch. 
Alexander Hamilton and DeWitt Clinton were 
undoubtedly great men for this reason. Robert 
Fulton, Thos. H. Benton, the Masons, Camerons, 
Livingstons, MiddletonB, Thompsons and other 
sons were early started on the road to renown. 
Wc close our on dit by stating that Emmerson 
wrote tho following Immediately after parting 
company with Lawdor: 
Earth proudly wears the Partheon 
As the best gem dpon her zone. 
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Getting up an Audience.—' Tho modem cub- 
toin of high-sounding announcements of distin¬ 
guished ministers, is well taken off by u letter 
purporting to have been discovered by a Syrian 
scholar, and bearing dateA. D., 59. It is trans¬ 
lated as follows :—“ Tho news of the arrival of 
Paul, us you may suppose, spread rapidly among 
the brethren. Indeed, a tablet was hastily pre¬ 
pared, aud privately circulated, for fear of our 
enemies, containing the following brief an¬ 
nouncement :— 1 Paul, the great preacher, has 
landed at Miletus. He will preach by the sea¬ 
side on tho llmt day of the week, llis subject 
is not announced; hut from his well-known 
talents a rare intellectual repast may he ex¬ 
pected. Let tho brethren rally, that lie may 
have an audience worthy ’of his distinguished 
reputation.’ ” 
Watch and Wait. — We have just stepped 
upon the threshold of another year. Eighteen 
hundred and sixty-six, with all its joys and sor¬ 
rows, with all its light and shade, has passed 
away, and 1807, witli we know not what, whether 
joy or grief, has entered. Time can only tell 
what is in 6torc for us. Wc cannot look 
Into the mystic future and read our destinies, 
but have only to watch and wait,—to think/ of 
the past, live in the present, uud hope for a joy¬ 
ous future. 
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Genius and Cleverness. — Whatovcr people 
may say, genius iB gentle and full of tenderness. 
It is cleverness which belongs, perhaps, to the 
children of this world. Some very dull and sad 
people have genius, though tjie world may not 
count it us such: a genius for love, or for pa¬ 
tience, or for prayer, may be. Wc know thd 
divine spark iB hero and there in this world: 
who shall say under what manifestation or bum¬ 
ble disguise ?— Cornhill Magazine for November. 
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How to Choose a Wife.—D r. Franklin re¬ 
commends a young man in the choice of a wife, 
to select her from u buueh, giving us his reason 
that, when there are many daughters they im¬ 
prove each other, and from emulation acquire 
more accomplishments and know more, and do 
more than a single child spoiled by paternal 
fondness. This is a comfort to people blessed 
with large families. 
+Salilialli Ufa&iag. 
Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
CHANGE. 
We miss the dear familiar faces 
That smiled on oars. 
And yearningly we seek for traces 
Of things, that memory interlaces 
With happy hours. - 
Change, change, with a swift pen is writing 
For all below 
A testament of good, or blighting 
Tho happinc9B wc are inditing. 
With some deep woe. 
How many hearts once overflowing 
With guileless joy, 
With sordid hope of gain are growing 
Old, and cold, for love, bestowing 
But base alloy. - 
To-day for one is rapturous pealing 
A marriage chime. 
To-morrow round his conch arc kneeling 
Sorrowing ones, for death is sealing 
nis gift of time. 
Capricions master, touch ns kindly 
While here we stay, 
Though walk we wise or walk, wo blindly. 
Thy rule we know howe’er unkindly 
Must we obey. 
There is a land to which we’ro tending 
If faithful here. 
Where glories never, never ending. 
With peace, and love, and joy sro blending 
•The saint to cheer. *. 
Holland Patent, N. Y., 1867. 
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Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
OUR DEPARTED ONES. 
% 
’Twas night, and as I gazed upon tho starry 
spheres seen throngh my open easement, mc- 
thought my soul could almost discern the tnnsio 
of their long, triumphal march: — so I watched 
them as they passed slowly out of my Bight, and 
it seemed to mo that thin great array of bright¬ 
ness was only a symbol of ourselves as wo all 
press onward slowly, but surely, drawing nearer 
and nearer to the horizon of life. Some, great 
minds, like the more distant of these gleaming 
worlds, give forth less brilliant rays than others, 
but all arc on their way to that goal which lies 
beyond the dark river whose flushing waves roll 
sullenly onward to the unknown sea. 
0, ye who mourn over the remains of some 
loved one, weep no longer; for, even as the stars 
go down but to rise upon another shore, so the 
spirits of our departed ones will live again. Al¬ 
though we may not see them until the morning 
dawns, they arc there, chanting their allelujahs 
before the great white throne. Grieve not, for 
wc shall again take them to our hearts and feel 
that &e no more shall part, hut. go, clasped 
hand in hund, where k>VC shall lie UtlClUllng. 
Let us turn our thoughts heavenward aud thank 
God that there is a ftiture, and that In that 
“ City of Light ” Borrow can never enter. Let 
onr lives and actions so be that when weighed 
in the balance we may not he found wanting, 
and when the present shall have passed away, 
and the great hereafter shall have began, we may 
join those dear ones above. Each earthly link 
that Is severed by the hand of Death is but an- 
oth^tic that binds us to them. 
™A few more suns shall thy life-barque 
Stem bravely the wind and the tide; 
Then thy upirit shall Jpin the loved once 
Which wait on the other side." 
• C. E. M. 
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WOMAN IN THE BIBLE. 
The Bible is tho book of women. It is the 
only book which has come down from the misty 
ages of antiquity that presents ub with woman aa 
tho equal and meet for man. From Eve, the 
mother oi all living, to Mary, the mother of Jeans, 
woman always occupies u conspicuous place in 
the grand drama of the world’s history. Here 
Bhe ie seen aB wife and mother, filling her mis¬ 
sion witli shrinking modesty and gentle firmness. 
Miriam and Deborah, Rebecca und Ruth, Sarah 
and Esther, shluc forth in characters at nnco 
original, unique, consistent and feminine. On a 
still brighter canvas arc drawn the characters of 
the Marthas, Marys and Lydias of the New Tes¬ 
tament. Here they are, as they ought to be, 
and here they will remain forever. Not forward, 
not departing from their sphere, not immodest, 
not masculine. They shine, not like the sun, 
but with a radiance as mild and gentle as tho 
light ol' the evening star. 
.— ->»« 
Lov* of Beauty.— One element of religion is a 
love of beauty. Religion is something more than 
taste, refinement, or any poliehod propriety of a 
cultured class; hut is inseparably connected with 
taste, propriety and refinement. The religious 
act is the beautiful act, the religious spirit is the 
beautiful spirit, the religious life is the beautiiul 
life, and the religious character is the beautiful 
character; and God, with whom all religion be¬ 
gins and ends, is the Infinitely Beautiful One, 
aud we do not know him as he is, and love him 
as we ought, until we see him as the perfection 
of beauty — the One altogether lovely. 
Conflict of Faith..—“I f Satan and I ever 
did strive for any word of God in all my life, it 
was for this good word of Christ: —‘ Him that 
cometh unto me I will iu no wise cast, out ’; he 
at one end and I at the other. O what work wo 
made. It was for this that we did bo tug aud 
strive; he pulled und pulled; but, God be 
praised, I overcame him and got sweetness 
from it.” — Bunyan. 
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The irresolute seize with eagerness all over¬ 
tures which show them two roads, and which, iu 
consequence, do not press them to choose. 
