Follow nature. Be consistent enough to com¬ 
pass your possibilities and circumstance*. Learn 
the faculty of devising, managing, making the 
most of everything, and you can afford an econ¬ 
omy which can be both utilitarian and becoming. 
their fluency. The same is true of the political 
orators and popular lecturers of England. The 
successful ones do not read; they speak. That 
eloquence which goe3 on paper crutches — that 
eloquence which cannot swim without the blad¬ 
ders of manuscript—is not much esteemed here; 
and the men who sway English audiences do so 
by a marvelous facility in extemporaneous 
speech; by sentences that rush like a torreut; 
by a manner quite as impassioned as any to be 
seen among the fiery children of the young Re¬ 
public. —Independent. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker, 
SEED TIME. 
Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
SPRING. 
Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
WHO ARE THE BLEST? 
WOMEN AS SCULPTORS 
When the Summer time begins 
Farmers dip their plumpest seed 
Out of spacious granary bins, 
To supply the sower 'b need. 
And. o'er the dark furrowed field 
Broadcast strews he to the wind— 
Praying for a bounteous yield 
For the reaper’s baud to bind. 
On the planter* swiftly tread 
Hiding kernels bright as gold— 
That shall rise from their deep bed 
To reward them fifty-fold. 
And while sun-browned farmers till 
To supply the nation’s need, 
Smaller hands, by the door-sill 
Fit the aoii for finer seed. 
Thu* together they shall blend 
Useful toil, and beauty too; 
Thus together to the end 
Shall walk men and women true. 
Seed time;—Aye and every hand 
Soweth either wheat or tare* 1 
They shall reap a victory grand 
Who discern and share curth'e cares, 
Home, May, 1867. 
The tardy Spring has come at last, 
The waiting Earth to bless; 
And Earth, forgiving the delay, 
Responds to her caress. 
The loving breeze* whisper low, 
The listening branches hear, 
The trusting buds unfold, and shed 
Their perfhmc far and near. 
The meadows don their robes of green, 
The cherries dress in white— 
The peaches, blushing, strive to hide 
Their naked limbs from sight. 
The birds sing soft as lovers speak, 
And drowsy hum the bees; 
God’s fragrant promissory notes 
Are hung on all the trees. 
Earth, like a perfumed altar, breathes 
Its incense on the air, 
And Nature's voices all unite 
In melody and prayer. 
Carlton, N. Y , May 30,1867. l. g 
‘ Who are the blest?" said a little child,— 
A creature so fair that the angels smiled,— 
As he knelt him down, with an,artless grace, 
And a holy light on his meek young face. 
When the dreamy shades of the twilight dim 
Had hushed his voice to a low, glad hymn, 
And stilled tha gush of his childish glee. 
To say his prayer hy his mother’s knee. 
"Who are the blest l' 1 and the earnest eyes, 
In the tender glow of the twiUght skies,’ 
In the holy hush of that Sabbath night, 
Grew deeper still, with a wondrons light; 
And he looked away through the pensive gloom 
That settled down o’er the cottage room, 
Till his glance beamed bright with a strange unrest 
The yearning gaze of the early bleet. 
"The blest, my boy?” and the mother smiled, 
As her heart wont out to her sinless child: 
And her eye grew dim, and her voice grew low, 
As she pushed the curls fromjthe fair youngibrow; 
For she thought of his sweet and quiet ways. 
And turned away from the questioning gaze, 
And the answer fell from the lips apart, 
“The blest, my boy, are the pure in heart.’* 
Closer she folded the little one. 
And talked to him iong in a quiet tone, 
Of the glorious light of the City of God ; 
Of the golden streets, and the pavements broad, 
Till the long lids drooped o’er the wondering eyes 
And shut out the light of their soft surprise, 
And he slept on her bosoxn. and dreamed’the rest 
Of the beautiful story about the blest, 
Tis Subbath eve-through the open door 
The moonbeams fall on the cottage floor; 
lu the dreamy hush of the silver light 
The mother is Bitting alone to-night. 
Her meek heart bows as‘she lifts her eyes. 
And looks away to the burning skies; 
And n. deep Joy steals to her tranquil breast, 
For the child she hath loved i* with the blest. 
Pkosperzia di Rossi, Maria Dominica, Anna 
Maria Schurmaun, Maria Von Stcinbach, Felicia 
de Faveau, and, in oar own time and country, 
Mi»s Lander, Harriet Ilosmerand Miss Stebbins, 
are among those who have proved woman’s 
ability to succeed in sculpture. Sculptors, it 
should be understood, seldom if ever work 
with the chisel They prepare models of clay 
or wax, and superintend the imitation of these 
in marble. 
Sculpture Is the chastCBt imitation of nature, 
and the highest expression of the form andspirit 
of beauty knowu to art; and with woman’s flue 
sensibility and exquisite perception, there is no 
reason why she should not succeed in it. M. 
Lagrange, in urging the forming of Government 
Schools of Design In France, says“ Painting, 
engraving and sculpture, encouraged as music 
and dancing arc, promise equal success; they 
provide a more assured support, a more snb- 
YOTJNG MAN, YOU ARE WANTED 
A ladt-w ritee, under this heading, hits off 
the young men as follows;—“A woman wants 
you. Don t forget her. No matter if you arc 
poor. Don’t wait to he rich; if you do, ten to 
one if yon arc fit to be married. Marry while 
you are young, and struggle up together. But 
mark, young man, the woman don’t want you if 
she is to divide her affections with a cigar-spit¬ 
toon or whisky-jng. Neither does she want you 
if you don’t take care of her and the ‘ little after¬ 
thoughts ’ which are pretty sure to follow. 
Neither docs Bhe want you because you are a 
man, the definition of which is too apt to he — 
all animal that wears bifurcated garments on his 
lower limbs, a qtmrtcr-Bcction of stove-pipe ou 
his he-ad, swears like a pirate, and is given to 
filthy practices generally. 
She wants you for her companion, alielpmate; 
| H l lf: wants you to have learned to regulate your 
appetites and passions; in short, the image of 
God, not in the likeness of a l>ca«t. If you are 
strong in a good purpose, firm in resistance to 
evil, pure in thought and actiou, as you require 
her to be, and without which inward purity 
neither of you are lit for husband and wife; if 
you love virtue and abhor vice; if you are gen¬ 
tlemanly, forbearing and kind, and not lond- 
talking, exacting and brutal — young man, that 
woman wants you; that modest., fair, cheerful, 
right-looking, frank-spoken woman, we mean, | 
Written for Moore’s Rural Netv-Yorker. 
DRIFT-WOOD AND DRIFTING, 
W rittea for Moore’s Rural Kcw-Yorkcr. 
DRESS. 
BCCKBEE 
Uic gorgeous nues ol tropic plants, viewing her 
own loveliness reflected in sparkling fountains. 
What wonder that there should spring m, in the 
woman’s soul a laudable desire to clothe'herself 
like bins lily, and adorn herself In the waxen pu¬ 
rity ol the liny nodding “ innocence?" What 
better could her hands find to do than consti¬ 
tute herself a member of so goodly an assem¬ 
blage? The tiuted corolla of that lily might 
have, boon 1 ik.o her vital blood and juices, color¬ 
less; but an artist, whose pencil is beauty, willed 
it otherwise, lie formed the flowers, in their 
very uniqueness, so varied that the individuality 
of each shall never be lost; then touched them 
with coloring* which earth’s artist* have not 
And there they stand! His work! Arc you 
going to call them abominations ? Did He not 
place them in the arid sands of your life ? 
Thus Divine Wisdom says—“ A tintless sky, a 
barren sand, is a weariness to the soul; beauty 
and adornment are compatible with all inno¬ 
cence and charity.'’ Why then judge woman 
culpable for answering the desire which the 
Great Artist has implanted in her being for fur¬ 
thering His design, by beautifying whatever her 
life passes over? Are you not ready and nrnmi 
FASHIONS IN HAIR, 
about lemale fashions. Here is what she soys 
about “Waterfalls” and “Coils:” 
Should waterfalls be placed ou the top of the 
head? No; they would have a prettier effect if 
worn on the tip of the nose, like the black pud¬ 
ding in the fairy tale. 
What is a coil ? It was known to the ancients, 
mde “Romeo and Juliet.” Juliet places her 
hand ou the back of the nurse’s head and says, 
“Here’s such a coil,” thinking hy this little 
flattery to coax the old grumbler into telling 
her what her young man said. 
“ Snapps, and snails, 
And puppy dogs’ tails, 
And that’s what big coils are made of, made of.” 
What do they most resemble ? 
THE DIVINE LAWS, 
Men are watchful, sagacious aud persistent in 
managing affairs pertaining directly t.o external 
life; on Ihclarm, in the workshop, the countm 0- - 
INTEREST OF BIOGRAPHY 
room, or wherever their work is, they seek to 
know aud obey the natural laws of agrlcul- 
Parton, in an unpublished letter gives the 
following interesting account of the beginning 
of his “biographical” career:—“From early in 
life I have wondered why such men as Dickens 
and Thackeray should choose to expend them¬ 
selves upon fiction, when they could find true 
stories to tell so much more Interesting; and I 
often used to say, some day a man will come 
along and create a new branch of the fine arts— 
Biography. But it never crossed my miud that 
things is commendable; for they are good in 
their place, helps to culture and enjoyment, 
means to noble ends. Well, sulci Paul, “ The 
love of money is the root of all evil,”—mcauing 
thereby that when these material riches were 
made finalities, aud the means made ends, then 
came spiritual death and poverty, the senses 
overlaid the soul, and the transient, bid the 
permanent. Mark the Apostle’s sagacity; for he 
does not. condemn material wealth of itself—only 
that blind love thereof, which perverts and 
dwarfs our live*. 
But amidst the work of the fields, the hum of 
busy mechanism, the bustle of the shop, and 
the reaching over the wide sea for rich cargoes 
from foreign lauds, men forget that there°are 
other laws, natural, yet spiritual and divine, to 
he known aud obeyed, that the soul mav be 
A decomposed 
door-knob smashed on the crown of the head, or 
rolled into three sausages somewhat lower down; 
frizzled hair looks like a door-mat In a tit. 
We agree with Celia. 
A PLEA FOR WOMEN 
and older ones. !But mark, he will he caught in 
the eddy of destruction with them, and cannot 
he saved without the help of some mightier 
power. 
Oh! this aimless drifting of men and women, 
or, if there be any aim, ouly to know who shall 
be greatest,—uot in the kingdom of heaven, but 
here on earth, Man can sort and cull the drift- 
wood. If he only sort and cull his thoughts and 
wishes, choosing the good, casting away the 
evil. If he would have an aim, and that aim be 
to live for others as well as himself, and not 
drift on till death overtakes him, how much 
better. 
Let us learn another lesson from the river. 
“Still waters run the deepest.” It is uot those 
that make the most noise and greatest show in 
the world that arc the best or wisest. Where 
the water i6 shallow you can see the wake of 
every rock and stick, but it requires a groat deal 
of skill to steer clear of them 
A foreign writer asserts that the ouly way to 
discriminate clearly what practical careers women 
are and are uot fitted for, is l'rce permission to try. 
We have no doubt of the real aud substantial dis¬ 
tinction between the real powers of men and wo¬ 
men, but we have a very strong opinion that m 
the very many fields of both thought and prac¬ 
tice hitherto denied to women, provinces special¬ 
ly adapted to their powers will be discovered, 
whieli would never be discovered until the at¬ 
tempt of women to fit themselves for these fields 
of exertion had been practically tried. We have 
heard the opinion of one of the most eminent of 
our living physicians that one of the new lady 
physicians is doing, in the most admirable muu- 
uer, a work which medical men would never even 
have the chance of doin 
Marianne do for a ba,squuie l which all the girls 
had, long ago ? And so the wife’s love spoils. 
*1.1.. il * 
But possibly the wife is an extremist, and an 
exacting vanity pulls pitilessly upon the willing 
purse strings. The Queen of beauty could 
expect to “liud favor in her husband's i 
Mothers bring their 
children to her in hundreds to consult on really 
important points, on which they freely admit 
that they would never have thought of taking 
advice at all had she uot beeu accessible to 
them. 
;scarce 
eyes ** 
wnose adornment was made up of his‘ very life¬ 
blood. 
liie extravagance of American wives is pro¬ 
verbial ; but we believe there are few women 
who would wantonly feed their vanity on illegit¬ 
imate spoil. Are not you, the good American 
husband, indfscrrctly indulgent ? Do you credit 
jour partner with a business understanding re¬ 
spectably proportionate to your own? Actual 
administrator of your internal a flairs as she is, 
is she even kept in knowledge of balance ? Is the 
alarming deficit of the ledger kept to yourself, or 
promptly told to the partner, that she may help 
to bulauce ere it is too late? Hotvshould she 
knua that the costly shawl she buys, in keeping 
with the other wardrobe you bousrht her ! 
If we are drift¬ 
ing aimless and unheeding, we shall surely be 
caught, but if we use the oar of perseverance, 
we may possibly escape. 
In the deep water, what i6 at the bottom makes 
no ripple on the surface. So with man; if he 
have a firm and implicit reliance on the Divine 
Power ho will not be moved by every wind that 
blows. His life is not aimless, lie has a motive 
power, is not drifting down the stream,— but 
can row up or across at his will. Instead of 
bending to circumstances he can make them 
bend to him. He realizes that this world is in¬ 
deed the ante-room wherein we may strive to 
put on the heavenly regalia. Una, 
Clay, N. Y,, May, 1807. 
ELEGANCE DOES NOT MAKE A HOME 
I never saw a garment too flue for man or 
maid; there was never a chair too good fora cob¬ 
bler, a cooper or king to sit in, never a house 
too fine to shelter the human head. These ele¬ 
ments about us—the gorgeous sky, the imperial 
sun, are not too good for the humau race. Ele¬ 
gance tits mnu. But do wc not value these tools 
of housekeeping a little more than they are 
worth, aud sometimes mortgage a house for the 
mahogany we would bring into it? I had rather 
cat my dinner off the head of a barrel, or dress 
A TRUE LADY 
1 was onee walking a short distance behind a 
very handsomely dressed young girl, and think¬ 
ing, as I looked at her beautiful clothes, “I won¬ 
der if she takes half as much pains with her heart 
as she docs wjtli her body V 
A poor old man was coming up the walk, with 
a loaded wheelbarrow, and just, before he reached 
us he made two attempts to go into the yard ol 
a small house; but the gate was heavy, and 
would swing back before he could get through. 
“ Wait,” said the young girl, springing light¬ 
ly forward, “I’ll hold the gate open.” Aud 
she held the gate until he passed in, and re¬ 
ceived his thanks with a pleasant smile, as she 
went on. 
“She deserves to have beautiful clothes,” I 
thought, “ for a beautiful spirit dwells iu her 
breast .”—Little Corporal. 
Blessed are toe Meek.— When misunder¬ 
standings aud constrained intercourse arise be¬ 
tween friends or the members of a family, they 
seldom pass away without a crisis or an expla¬ 
nation; but these are dangerous periods of rev¬ 
olution, and for onee the thorn is extracted, it 
is three times driven deeper. Ah, why then is 
it so difficult thoroughly to forgive, thoroughly 
to forget ? We cherish the memory of the wrong 
lhat we have suffered, we brood over it, we de¬ 
mand satisfaction, we desire to be revenged, and 
thus we warm serpent eggs in our bosoms. 
Blessed are the peace makers! Blessed are the 
good that forget and forgive without thinking at 
the same time, “ forgive."— Jbedrica, Bremer'. 
after the fashion of John the Baptist in the wii- 
I derness, or sit on a block all my lift, than to 
consume all of myself before I got to a home, 
and take so much pains with the outside that 
the inside was hollow as an empty nut. 
Beauty is a great thing, but beauty of gar¬ 
ments, house and furniture, is a very tawdry 
ornament compared with domestic love. All the 
world’s elegance will not make a home, and I 
would give more for a spoonful of hearty love 
than for ship-loads of furniture, aud all tile gor- 
geonsuess that all the upholsterers In the world 
could gather together.— Selected. 
ENGLISH ELOQUENCE 
A curious legend was told by the Rev. C. W. 
Bingham to that portion of the party which, at 
the recent meeting of the Arehajological Insti¬ 
tute in Dorset, was fortunate in visiting the lit¬ 
tle Norman chapel of St. Catherine, at Milton 
Abbey. The legend was that on a certain day in 
the year the young women of Abbotsbury used 
to go up to St. Catherine’s Chapel, where they 
made use of the following prayer:—“A hus¬ 
band, Sts Catharine; a handsome one. St. Cathe¬ 
rine; a rich one, St. Catherine; aud soon, St. 
Catherine.” Mr. Beresford Hope, who at these 
gatherings is always equal to any emergeuev, 
modestly proposed that all gentlemen and mar¬ 
ried ladies should retire from the church, so as 
to afford the young ladies present the opportu¬ 
nity of using so desirable a prayer. 
of Lords, as representative of English Elo¬ 
quence, this impression would be very just. It 
is almost unparliamentary to be fluent; it is 
rather derogatory to one’s credit for statesmauly 
moderation to speak straight on without hem¬ 
ming and hacking; aud it is quite unlordly, be¬ 
cause smelling of a professional aptitude, to 
march through a long sentence without losing 
the way— without stumbling over Lindley Mur¬ 
ray, and possibly the queen herself—without the 
speaker coming out Of the sentence at last near¬ 
ly where he went in. 
But popular eloquence in England — the elo¬ 
quence of the platform and the pulpit — Is a 
very different thing. The most distinguished 
preachers of the metropolis — Newman Hall 
Uses of Adversitt.—You wear out your old ra at> Spanish Rapist felt the need of adding S pri 
clothes. x rate prayers of his own to the pater nosterst bul 
You are not troubled with many visitors. lie did not know how to do it. So every mom 
You are exonerated from making calls. iug, humbly bending his knees, and lil ting hit 
Bores do not bore you. eyes and hands to heaven, he would devoutly rc- 
Sponges do not haunt your table. peat the alphabet, and then add, “ 0 Good God ! 
Impostors know it is useless to bleed you. pnt tbe letters together to spell syllables, to spell 
You practice temperance. words, to make such sense as may be most to 
You swallow infinitely less poison than others. Thy glory and my good.” 
Yon are saved many a debt, many a deception,-—__ 
many a headache. The Mainspring. —Here is one of Spurgeon’s 
And, lastly, if you have a true friend iu the best sayings, illustrating the fact that there may 
world, you are sure, iu a very short space of be morality without religion, but cannot be re¬ 
time to learn it, lisrion without ninrfllif.v—“Teaching men mnr. 
A novel and commendable feature of a recent 
lair in Canada consisted of two essays by young 
ladies on the qualifications of a farmer’s wife. 
