A JUNE MOBNING. 
ET GEORGE g. BURLEIGH. 
The dew ig in the daisy and the bird is iu her Beet, 
And the lily, the white lily, ig in bloom; 
A honey-bee is rocking like a baby on her breast, 
And the Bolt air is delicious with its freshness and 
perfume. 
There ’b a humming in the clover, there's a rustle in 
the treee, 
There'g a laughter of the children on the lea; 
For'June is but a holiday to natures such as the6e, 
The blameless and the pure of heart, the simple 
and the free. 
The blue without a cloudlet is an opal of rich dye, 
The earth a mighty emerald below; 
And clouds, when any clouds are, make lovelier the 
shy, 
Like a flock of sheep from washing, all moving 
white and alow. 
A soft illusive purple in over the wide sea, 
And where the sun has touched it is a dance, 
A6 if a million Naiads, unseen of yon and me, 
Were dinting with their tiny feet the unduiant ex¬ 
panse. 
The very air exhilarates our senses and our soul, 
We drink the true elixir at its spring; 
The life that overraantles the jeweled sapphire bowl 
Where the earth’ floats like a bubble within its 
beaded ring. 
I have qoafTed the breath of lilies, I have sipped the 
rose’s wine, 
And my nerves have canght the joyance of the dew; 
All the birds have set my pulses to a melody as fine 
As their own, and theirs articulates the tone of 
every hue. 
Oh! the beauty of the morning in the redolence of 
June, 
Is a draught to thrill and gladden all the blood; 
To warm us t.o thanksgiving as it wakes the birds to 
tune, 
Till dance onr hearts as David danced before the 
ark of God. 
The wine-cup of the spoils has not a draught like this, 
That thrills us without burning, without loss: 
Life leaps to nobler issues, as if a mother’s kiss 
Had strengthened us for action, to strive or hear 
the cross! [From the Advocate. 
Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
MILLY’S LETTERS. 
BT CLIO STANLEY. 
[Continued from page 196, last number.] 
III. 
Brier Hill, Dec. 23. 
Dear Madge -Three letters from your pre¬ 
cious Belf lie here just under my hand, unan¬ 
swered, and I ftin jnst as surprised myself as 
you can well be at my long silence; the worst 
of it is that I have not the least shadow of an 
excuse. Did you ever see a robin perched 
among the pink blooms of an old apple tree, 
looking around as if too happy to sing? Did 
you ever see a humming-bird flitting through 
the garden, alight ou a dozen different flowers 
in a minute, aud Dually coming to a simple 
clover blossom that had found its way to the 
very edge of the grass, drop down upon it, 
losing all desire, apparently, to try its wings 
again ? There, yon need not laugh ! 1 didn’t 
mean to compare myself either to a robin or a 
humming-bird, but their case is mine. I have 
been literally too happy to sing aloud, though 
my heart has been full of songs! I have been 
too satisfied with my one little red clover to 
let my gaze wander! Do you ask what all this 
means ? Well, it’s a long story, but, if you have 
time to read a long letter, I will begin at the 
beginning. 
The same week that yonr first letter came, in¬ 
deed, he brought it up in his own hand, Robert 
Green came home. Now, Madgie, please call 
up to your mind half-a-dozen quotations to prove 
that “the rose by any other name,” etc., aud 
don’t laugh at his name. He is Mrs. Stokes 
younger brother, some like her in his gentle ways 
and kindly roauners, but more refined. Y ou wiU 
laugh, I know, so laugh away and may it do 
your heart good! Robert— he will not have 
me call him any thing else now — was at college 
when his sister Susie was married to Fanner 
Stokes, and directly after went to Germany, 
where he has spent most of hla time studying, 
so that they have not seen each other for five 
long years. Ah! dear, if yon only knew how 
much they all love him, and how well he de¬ 
serves it! It seems strange enough to think he 
should have seen anything to fancy in me, for, 
you know, my face is one of the plainest, and 
there is nothing pleasant or sunny about me 
unless it be my temper. 1 positively do not 
ever remember to have been angry in my life, 
— but then that is only a negative quality, after 
all. 
Only two months since I saw him first, and 
already he has won my poor little heart all to 
himself; yet I do not love you the less, dear 
Margie —indeed, I think I love all my other 
friends the more. Well, be came up to the 
house that evening with my letter In his hand, 
aud that served as an introduction, for when I 
heard him read the. superscription, I almost 
snatched it out, of his hand, and he laughed at 
me so heartily that I was obliged to laugh my¬ 
self, and we have been friends from that minute. 
Then Mrs. Stokes had heard his voice, and came 
to the door and took him in her arms and kissed 
him a hundred times, 1 should think, all the 
while calling him her “dearest Rob.” Maybe 
he was then, but he. is mine now! She was 
going to introduce him to me at the tea-table, 
but he declared he had had a sufficient intro¬ 
duction. No one could look iu hi 8 frank, 
manly face aud not like him ; no ! not even 
you, Marge, though you do call yourself a 
stoic. 
He stayed for a month then, and we had rides 
and walks and picnics innumerable, aDd long 
quiet evenings at home, and then —he went 
away. Two long weeks I had in which to find 
out that life did not 6eem so much of a holiday j 
without him, nor yet such earnest living; so, 
when he came back, I could not help greeting 
him just as cordially as if we had been friends 
for hall a life-time; and he told me, night be¬ 
fore last, that my actual daily presence was ail 
he needed to make life bright and happy, and 
asked me to be hie wife. And that isn’t all 
he told me, Marge, darling; you would never 
guess it, he is so cheerful and jol—; there! I 
bad almost said Jolly, hut he isn’t that you know, 
only it (loan seem queer that he should be a min¬ 
ister! He is good enough for one, I am sore, 
but I am very much afraid that Mtlj.y Frank¬ 
lin isn’t half good enough for a minister’s wife. 
He is coming on here to see his sister In the 
spring, and then he will come home with me to 
ask my dear father and mother to. give him their 
only child. But, Marge, I must stop all this 
chit-chat about myself, or I shall have no room 
left to tell you of Claire. Do you remember 
Charlie Wilson? Yes! 1 see you smile! It is 
the same handsome Charlie whom we thought 
Claire would marry before her uncle’s failure, 
and now he is only just started in business for 
himself, and c&tnc up here to Brier Hill to see 
M ss Acbkat, and persuade her to sit down in 
bis pleasant little home as its mistress. And 
Claire ! what do you suppose she did ? Why, 
she refused him, and sent hltn home so lonely 
and despairing. Oh ! I shall never forget the 
white face he wore when he went down the hill. 
Never! Well, I took Claire to task, and told 
her she must he crazy to give up an honest 
man’s love for the sake of being independent; 
and then I told her of my own happiness aud 
content, and said I was so sorry for her, hut she 
only smiled a half-sad smile as she said “ I, too, 
am content, Millt.” 
To-night, I said to her, a6 we were coming 
back from the post-office, where I had been to 
get Robert’s letter, that 1 did not see how she 
could live without some one to love as / love 
my own noble Robert. “ Why,” 6aid I, “ if I 
had no one to love already, Claire, I believe I 
should actually try to induce old Regulcs, him¬ 
self, to fall iu love with me.” Yon should have 
seen how Claire looked at me; her eyes fairly 
flashed as she gave me a very just rebuke for my 
levity. Dear cousin Claire 1 bow good and 
pure she is ! She sees good id everybody, and 
always labors to hide their defects, even when 
they must be apparent to her own eye9. But 
then she always was better than any one else I 
knew, even when she seemed so gay and care¬ 
less. But to think of her taking John Bowen’s 
part! Could he have heard, he surely would I 
have loved her for it! 
The iuood is shining in upon me as I write, | 
and I long to put out the light aud draw up the 
curtains. I can lie here on the bed and look out 
at the deep blue of the sky and watch the stars 
as they shine down upon me with such a tender 
light; a light tenderer far than they used to 
yield to Millt Franklin’s tired vision. 
Good night, Marge. 
Your happy Millt. 
IV. 
Brieb Hill, Dec. 31. 
The last day of the dear old year, Marge ; the 
day that you and I were to have spent together, 
and now the nearest approach to it is sitting 
down to my desk and talking to you. How 
oddly tbiugs happen, darling, and how little as 
we incaD they shall; yet all is for the best; of 
this we are certain, because He holds onr lives 
iu Hie hands, and guards and guides us with a 
Fattier'$ ever-watehful care. 
Christmas came and went joyously enough, 
for all it was the very first holiday I have ever 
spent away from home; but these people, with 
whom we are domesticated, have a peculiar 
faculty of making every one feel at heme, and 
it was almost dusk before I began to realize that 
I was just the least bit homesick. I missed my 
father, with his genial smile and cheerful rep¬ 
artee ; mother, with her ready caress, and you 
too, my more than sister! Yea, I missed you 
all, and I would have given a good deal to have 
been able to steal away by myself and just in¬ 
dulge in a good, hearty cry; but I think they 
all suspected me, for I could find no chance of 
escape. 
John Bowen came in before the evening was 
over, and he and the children had a real old- 
fashioned game of romps! We laughed, Claire 
aud I, to see how he seemed to enjoy it, enter¬ 
ing into it with all the free abandon of boyhood, 
and Bennt himself could not laugh more heart¬ 
ily or shout with more eagerness than he did, 
Beemiugly. I suppose it was all to please them, 
though Claire did say there were some people 
of jnst that nature, who could, at the proper 
season, throw aside their usual manner, and 
show their hearts as Gon made them—full of 
rapture. I asked her if she did not think it a 
little undignified for Mr, Bowen to make him¬ 
self so thoroughly one of them, bnt she only 
said, with a queer little smile playing about her 
lips, “certainly not,” and 1 couldn’t say another 
word. 
We had a grand Christmas tree, fall of twink¬ 
ling lights and precious gifts; precious for the 
sake of those whose love dictated their bestowal, 
as well as for their intrinsic value, Benny was 
loaded down with toys of all kinds, while the 
older ones had each their share. Father had 
sent rue a box of things from home, but in 
Claire’s care, so that I knew nothing of it 
until, one after another, the gifts were taken 
down and passed to me with the familiar names 
attached. Father sent me an exquisite little pin 
of diamonds aud emeralds in a tiny cluster, (I 
wonder if I shall ever dare wear it when I am a 
minister’s wife?) and mother sent me a very 
pretty gold watch and chain. Your face looked 
out at me from that little casket where it lay 
, nestled so snugly, and I conld almost fancy the 
1 lips were parting for a real home-chat. 
1 was beginning to think I had the heart-ache, 
but all these testimonials of a triple love roused 
me from that selfish wanting to grieve, and I 
was as glad and happy as the rest of the chil¬ 
dren, 
Claire seemed a new creature that night. I 
don't know wbat spirit had entered in and taken 
possession of her quiet self, for quiet she has 
beeD for the past few months; but 6he seemed 
fairly brimming over with gladness. As I look¬ 
ed at her I thought of that sweet line of a poem 
you and 1 have read so ofteD — 
“The world that knows itself too sad, is proud to 
keep some laces glad.’’ 
Hers wore a more perfect look p{ happiness 
than 1 ever knew it to'do befefre. In every 
mood Claire is l jtjtifal ! I have seen her 
when her heart was^ tender as a little child’s 
over the grid of tmefther, and 1 have seen her 
calm and still over her own; tearful over the 
desolation that had fallen into some other young 
life, yet cheerful when her own looked dark and 
stern. I wondered at her for a good, long hour, 
and finally, when we were together in onr room, 
I said, only half-seriously, “ What gift have you 
had, Claire, to make your &ce such a revela¬ 
tion of joy ?” What do yon suppose she did ? 
Why, came and laid her head down on my shoul¬ 
der and burst into tears. What could I do or 
say ? Bat I soon found I bad to need to com¬ 
fort her, for hers wore tears of joy. Our dear 
Claire loves and is beloved. You will look inqui¬ 
ries, as I did, and it. may he that yon will be as 
heartily surprised when you know that John 
Bowen is the fortunate man. 1 must look at 
him through different eyes hereafter, and so 
must yon, dear. Perhaps 1 have prejudiced 
you; if so, forget it, for has he not made Claire 
as happy as a woman can be ? 
So otir Christmas ended iu a joyful surprise, 
and the bells that rang out at midnight rung in 
a happy future, and tolled a requiem over past 
possibilities of Borrow. 
Tour affectionate Millt Franklin. » 
Y. 
Brier Hill, Feb. 16. 
Mt Dear Madge; —If the lines do not run 
straight and the words do not flow smoothly, 
blame my love, not me! To-morrow he is 
coming! He is coming! And the clay clothes 
itself in a happier light, and the sweetest of 
songs rhyme on in my heart! 
Do you remember that exquisite little poem 
of Tennyson's on the approach of the loved 
one ? llow the flowers listened and greeted her 
iu their own quaint language ? I could make It 
all seem real now, those beautiful conceits; but 
summer is yet far off with her buds and blos¬ 
soms, aud the chill wind robs and sighs through 
the windows of the night; but with it all there 
is no sense of dreariness iu my heart. All is joy 
and exultation; sweet anticipations of what will 
be yet sweeter realities! So the evening wears 
On, and night is almost Hie, and I will slumber 
till the “ dawn of the glad day.” 
Somehow I can never lie down and watch the 
stars on these clear, still winter nights without 
thinking of that quaintest of eastern legends, 
which some among the wandering tribes of the 
desert hold for truth,—that the beautiful far- 
off stars we watch with such delight are torches 
carried in the hands of our own loved ones who 
have crossed the river, to light with hope and 
love the footsteps of the living over the rough 
and uncertain ways of life. Isn’t it a pleasant 
thought for those who wait ? Little Amt, my 
baby-sister, is the one friend I have lost hither¬ 
to ; yet not lost , for I know I shall greet her 
again when those pearly gates of life are opened 
to me. She died in the summer, you know, and 
that was all the thought I had then to comfort 
me—that she would be laid under the warm, 
green sod, where violets would hud and bloom, 
and the starry myrtle ding. I think I should 
never wish to die in winter. A grave seems so 
solitary then, so shut off from the world of life 
aud sunshine! 
How glad I 6hall be when the spring finds her 
cheerful way to this hillside! Claire says all 
seasons are alike when one is near the beloved 
one; but do you believe it? It makes a wide 
difference, I acknowledge, but my birth-place, 
you must remember, was in a valley, aud I love 
the warm, genial atmosphere, and yearn for the 
returning flight of birds. The influences which 
surrounded my life all those early days cling to 
me still. When May-day comes I rejoice with 
the merriest child that— 
The glad, bright summer is coming, dear, 
The fields will be full of flowers, 
The soft winds laugh in their merry glee, 
And toy with tut sunny hours! 
You asked me, in your last letter, how I liked 
my studies thus far. I really think I like them 
better every day, for its own Bake first—and 
then you know there are so many little things 
I shall need to know as a minister’s wife, that I 
am glad of this long winter in which to learn. 
I have taken up a new branch of study lately, 
with good Mrs. Stokes for instructor; and you 
would laugh, no doubt, could you step into her 
neat little kitchen, every Saturday morning, and 
see me, with my sleeves rolled up, a big apron 
tied on, and my hands—that used to be skilled 
only in running over the keys of my Erard, and 
in dainty embroidery—immersed In flour. Yes, 
flour! You should have seen the two loaves ot 
bread I baked the other day, aud the pies! You 
might have held up yonr hands in astonishment, 
but you would, I am quite sure, have relished a 
taste. 
Claire said she could not understand it, and 
wanted to know who had been taking me to 
task for my ignorance. But no one has said a 
word to me of my failings, ODiy since I have 
thought of being really mistress in a home of 
my own, I have grown ambitious to have it not 
excelled. That is all; aDd I really think, Marge, 
that we ought to know all these plain duties 
that make home so much more a place of com¬ 
fort and content. I knew I should never be al¬ 
lowed to go near the kitchen at home, so I just 
concluded to learn here. 
I have been studying German, too, with John 
Bowen, out of school hours, for it is Robert’s 
favorite language, and be will be so happily dis¬ 
appointed when he finds I can read with him. 
Ah ! it’s worth one's while to go through a 
good deal of trouble, toil and vexation to win 
a real proud, glad smile from the one you loye 
beet on earth. 
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Claire is out for a walk. They insisted on 
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write, and I scarcely think they missed me when 
they were once out of sight. It is real pleasant 
to watch and see how even the younger scholars 
have become conscious of this new tie between 
their beloved teachers, aud at the same time 
how carefully they refrain from any hint toward 
such an understanding. I don’t know what they 
will do when they have to accept a new teacher, 
but I hope a good and kind ouc—and one, withal, 
as patient as Claire— may fall to their lot. 
I muBt write a letter to mother before I sleep; 
so good night, and all good angels guard you. 
Your true and loving 
Millt Franklin. 
[Concluded next week.] 
Miss Garrett, the celebrated London female 
physician, is described as a slender, golden-baired 
youDg lady, dressed with a taste which few Eng¬ 
lish women possess. It was curious to hear the 
girlish little creature in white silk talk of her 
practice, her office, and the daily work she did. 
As a patient was waiting for her at the time, 
the observer had only a brief interview. 
€<nmcn lot % Sottttg. 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
HISTORICAL ENIGMA. 
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Randall's Flue wool Husbandry.1,00 
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