THE OTHER, WORLD 
A SUBLIME LESSON 
BT MBS. HABBTET B32CHEH STOWE. 
A lesson in itself sublime, 
A lesson worfh enshrining. 
Is this: “ I take no note of time, 
Save when the sun is shiniDg.” 
These motto-words a dial bore, 
And wisdom never preaches 
To human hearts a better lore 
Than this short sentence teaches; 
As life ie sometimes bright and fair, 
And sometimes dark and lonely, 
Let us forget its pain and care, 
Ami note its bright hours only. 
There is no grave on earth’s broad 
chart, 
But has some bird to cheer it; 
So hope sings on in every heart. 
Although we may not hear it; 
And if to-day the heavy wing 
Of sorrow is oppressing. 
Perchance to-morrow's sun will bring 
The weary heart a blessing. 
For life is sometimes bright and fair, 
And sometimes dark and lonely; 
Then let's forget it* toil and care, 
And note its bright, hours only. 
The darkest shadows nf the night 
Are just before tbc morning; 
Then let us wait the coming light, 
AM bodelesr phantoms scorning; 
And while we’re pacing on the tide 
Of Time'* fast ebbing river, 
Let’s pluck the blossoms by its side 
And bless the gracious Giver; 
As life is sometimes bright and fair. 
And sometimes dark and lonely,} 
We should forget Us pain and care, 
And note its bright hours only. 
It lies around us like a cloud, 
A world we do not see; 
Yet the sweet closing of an eye 
May bring us there to be. 
Its gentle breezes fan our cheek; 
Amid our worldly cares, 
Its gentle voices whisper love, 
And mingle with our prayers. 
Sweet hearts around us throb and beat 
Sweet helping hands are stirred, 
And palpitates the veil between 
With breathings almost heard. 
The silence, awful, sweet, and calm, 
They have no power to break; 
For mortal words are not for them 
To utter or partake. 
So thin, so soft, so sweet they glide, 
So near to press they seem. 
They lull us gently to our rest, 
They melt into our dream. 
And in the hush of rest they bring, 
'Tis easy now to see 
How lovely and bow sweet a pass 
The hour of death may be 
To close the eye, and close the ear, 
Wrapped in a trance of bliss. 
And, gently drawn in loving arms. 
To swoon to that—from this— 
Scarce knowing If we wake or sleep, 
Scarce asking where we are, 
To feel all evil sink away, 
All sorrow and all care. 
Sweet eoale around us! watch us still 
Press nearer to out side: 
Into our thoughts, into our prayers, 
With gentle helpings glide. 
Let death between ns be as naught, 
A dried and vanished stream; 
Your joy be the reality, 
Our suffering life the dream. 
THE NATURAL WORLD 
This natural world is “ a cupboard of food 
and a cabinet of pleasure,” as the old poet 
quaintly puts it. All sorts of things are therein 
stored up for present and fntnre use. On the 
lower shelves, which the savage man can reach 
to, are the rudest things,—acorns, roots, berries, 
wild apples, fish and flesh. Higher up there are 
corn, 6alt, wool, stones with fire to be beaten 
out by striking together; then live animals of 
various sorts; next metals, iron, copper, silver, 
gold, and the like, where he can reach up to 
them and take them down. A little further up 
are things to adorn the body,—ochre to paint 
the cheeks, feathers to trim the head, rubies and 
diamonds and many a twisted shell, still more to 
ornament the world; all sorts of finery fur the 
Nootka Sound female and the Parisian woman. 
Still higher up are laid the winds to grind man’s 
corn, waters to sift his meal; and above these 
| Ocr illustration, for which we arc indebted to 
i Madame Demorest’a Magazine, gives the best 
| ideal of a space of smoothly kept grass, in a 
: yard or lawn,—an oblong of one hundred by 
feet, in which this cheerful game, 
children, can be 
•el walks and shrub- 
A eloping bank of a 
Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
DOMESTIC BLISS. 
sixty-five 
for ladies aud geutlenien, or 
played, There may be grav 
bery around It, if desired, 
foot high is well, yet uot, necessary. 
Balts and mallets can be bought, or made from 
samples found in every town, the balls about 3% 
inches in diameter, aud mallets in due propor¬ 
tion. The hoops or arches should be of round 
three-eighths inch wire, standing a loot or a lit¬ 
tle over, above the ground, aud ton inches 
across. They show plainer, if painted white. 
The arrangement ot the arches, their number 
and distance apart, as shown in the diagram, is 
the best. Of course all can be varied, with size 
of-ground, £c. Not over eight persons should 
play at a time, and four or six is best. Il there 
i ,a hut two. each can use two balls. 
BY MRS. H, M. LINCOLN 
It’s a mysterious familiarity, this domestic 
unity. Study closely as we may, its hidden 
things are uot revealed to us when we fancy 
ourselves most familiar therewith. 
When the close companionship of wedded life 
begins, there begins also this familiarity,—mys¬ 
terious not alone to the world, but to those thus 
intimately connected. Long years of domestic 
unity may fail to reveal the real character, and 
some new phase of life bring to light strange 
revelations. This could hardly be different, 
when each day brought new conflicts and cares, 
and consequently new discipline. Is it any won¬ 
der, then, that domestic life while bringing in 
the closest unity two beings, should at the same 
time admit of this great aud fathomless dis¬ 
tance ? 
To-day we may dine with a friend. The serene 
and sunny atmosphere of affection makes every 
one happy, and we sav this is indeed a model 
home. Another day llnds us with our friends 
ROWLAND HILL’S LAST SERMON 
i heard poor old Rowland Hill’s last sermon 
on Sunday morning. It was very affecting when 
he used the painful word “FarewelL” He re¬ 
minded all those who were the true followers of 
Christ that their separation was but temporary— 
that they should all meet again in heaven. The 
sobs in the church could then be heard, and they 
were very general. There was a magnificent 
sermon in the evening, in allusion to the last 
sermon of their yeneroble pastor in the morn 
iug. The text was very applicable—onr Saviour’s 
words to the apostles wjien He was about to quit 
this earth — “ I will not leave you comfortless.’’ 
The good old man uSed this remarkable sentence 
in the morning:—“I do think,” said he, “a 
young, Idle clergyman to b: numbered among 
the most wicked upon earth; and to tell you the 
truth, I should have been ashamed to live so 
long (eighty-eight years) if I had not worked 
hard and done my ntmost, and used all my 
strength in God’s service. I am now in the val- 
turninc pec 
Fig. 1—Sibe Stroke. 
No. 1, gives tbc attitude in what 
ie “side stroke.” The “straight 
given in figure 2. 
TENNYSON’S GARDEN 
FEAR NOTHING BUT SIN 
flora , the Italian umbrella pine, cypress, aud a 
variety of the araucaria. The fan-pal in of China 
(chmntropH <xsccha) has been planted in the 
Queen's gardens at Osborne, and has growp, 
thus far, without requiring any protection dur¬ 
ing the winter. 
“Mr. Tennyson’s sequoia ythc giant ot Cali¬ 
fornia,) which was planted by the hand of Gar.- 
baldi, is now thriving vigorously. His gardener 
was obliged to protect it by a wire cage, and. I 
suspect, is stiil a little nervous whenever a stron¬ 
ger approaches the illustrous tree. In ail the 
sheltered nooks of the park, snowdrops, cow¬ 
slips aud daffodils are blooming, aud one rhodo¬ 
dendron already lit up with rosy fires the dark 
green of the * dry-tongued laurel.’ I shall not 
offend the Lares of Farringford by any details of 
the life they guard; but the many friends of the 
poet, beyond the Atlantic, will be satisfied, to 
know that not one inch of his six feet of stature 
has yet been bent by time. He is still erect, 
vigorous and full of creative life. Many a gold¬ 
en 5 note will yet flow from that full-voiced foun¬ 
tain of song.” 
RAM OF PEGS, ARCHES, ETC. : 
consists in striking the balls from 
peg through all the hoops to the 
other end, which must be struck. 
:d “pegging.” The balls arc then Fl0 - 2.—bTEAionT Si 
to the starting peg; as shown in the Both strokes are allowed. 1 
i direction of the arrows. cheery game, so beneficial in c 
the balls on one side have gone good out-of-door amusements 
hit the starting peg, that side has learned. 
Why are good husbands like dough V Because 
women need them. 
When is a lady’s neck not a neck? When it 
is a little bear (bare.) 
Why are old maids and doubtful propositions 
alike ? Because they are neither of them a pa¬ 
rent (apparent) to anybody. 
“Am I uot a little pale?” inquired a lady, abandon of the professed loafer, or passing iu 
who was short and corpulent, of a crusty old and out of the low grog-shops, which, alas! are 
bachelor. “You look more like a big tub!” much too prevalent now-a-days. And what a 
Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker, 
THE RIGHT PATH, 
GIVING JOY TO A CHILD 
HOW TO DO GOOD 
Blessed be the hand that prepares a pleasure 
for a child, for there is no saying when and 
where it may again bloom forth. Does not al¬ 
most everybody remember some kind-hearted 
man who showed him a kindness in the dmcet 
days of childhood? The writer of this recol¬ 
lects himself at this moment, as a barefooted 
lad, standing at the wooden fence of a poor lit-1 
tie garden iu his uative village, while with loog- 
ing eyes he gazed on the flowers which were 
blooming there quietly in the brightness of a 
Sunday morning. The possessor came forth 
from his little cottage; he was a wood-cutter by 
trade, and spent the whole week at work in the 
woods. He had come into the garden to gather 
flowers to stick into his coat when he went to 
church. He saw the boy, and breaking off one 
ot his carnations—it was streaked with red and 
white—he gave it to him. Neither the giver 
nor the receiver spoke a word, and with bound¬ 
ing steps the boy ran home. And now here, at 
a vast distance from that home, after so many 
events of so many years, the feeling of grati- 
Life is made up of little things. It is hut once 
in an age that occasion is offered for doing a great 
deed. True greatuess consists in being great la 
little things. How are railroads built? By one 
shovel oi dirt after another; oue shovel at a 
time. Thus, drops make the ocean. Hence we 
should be willing to do a Little good at a time, 
and never wait to do a great deal of good at 
once. If we would do much good in the world, 
we must be willing to do good in little things, 
little acts one after another; speaking a word 
here, giving a tract there, aud setting a good t-- 
ample all the time; we must do the first thing 
we can, and the next, and then the next, and 
keep on doing good. This is the way ^accom¬ 
plish anything. Thus only shall we do>U the 
good in our power. 
Why shonld’st thou thinx hardly ot thy b- 1 
renness and punishment of conscience, when 
thou art hugging many wedges of gold and dro^ 
o,.ri 4 ^-inw to keet) the favor of Israel 
persons, and should we hasten to pronounce 
them disagreeable and selfish and churlish, when 
they are so wretched they scarcely heed any¬ 
thing ? Let us meet the same persons ft week 
hence aud how different our opinion,—as differ¬ 
ent, indeed, as their prospects. The mystery of 
which they were so long ignorant is explained 
at last: right triumphed, the husband and 
wife are saved untold misery by a few words 
of frank open-heartedness. How sad that the 
sacred relations of husband and wife should 
so often be subject to unfathomable mystery. 
Nothing hut constant frankness cau ever reveal 
what both should know to make them, even 
after long years of domestic unity, thoroughly 
acquainted. 
Canandaigua, May, 1S67. 
Perhaps angels are less blessed than man from 
iing able to remember no childhood. 
