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this young and susceptible lad, wandering away 
among strangers, friendless and alone, without 
a cent in his pocket, and knowing not where 
next to obtain even so much as a crust of bread, 
or where to lay his aching head. Imagine your 
feelings, reader, were this one of your own 
children, and you will then understand the pro¬ 
priety of heiug ever watchful of those dear ones 
who are intrusted to you for instruction in this 
life and the life beyond the grave. 
Conneaut, Ohio, July. 1867. W. J. Biggab. 
BY ELLA ELLWOOD, 
Up hill—bat up to light, 
As recompense for all the wayside toils, 
In climbing out of night 
To win from struggling life Immortal spoils. 
Up hill—but up to peace, 
The land forever tranquil and serene, 
Where tears and sorrows cease, 
And no dark wave of troubling care is seen. 
Up hili—but up to bliss, 
To be forever free from stains of sin, 
When Earth’s las! good-night kiss 
Becomes the seal of Heaven's glad welcome in 1 
Up hill—but up to life— 
A life which never wearies nor grows old, 
Unvexed by care and strife ; 
Immortal in the shining upper fold. 
Up hill—but to my home, 
To father and the dear one'B of my love ? 
A stranger here I roam, 
But still press up to that high home above t 
Sleep, baby, sleep 1 
The sobbing wind moans sad and low. 
As if it voiced some human woe; 
CloudB gather thick and fast o’erhead, 
And autumn leaves arc withered, dead ; 
All nature breathes n tale of grief 
In wind, aud cloud and falling Jettf; 
The night Is dark; I sigh and wait; 
The hours are long; he conics so late! 
Sleep, baby, sleep! 
Sleep, baby, sleep! 
Rest now that little gold-crowned head 
Upon this dainty, white-robed bed; 
Close soft those tdnder-lidded eyes 
That gleam with light from Paradise; 
Thy baby look I may not meet, 
So anxiously my heart doth beat. 
Ho does not come; the hours wax late; 
Iu gloom aud loneliness I Wait. 
Sleep, baby, sleep 1 
Sleep, baby, sleep 1 
Close clasped I hold thee, darling child; 
Why Btart with terror, sudden, w ild ? 
Ilear’st thou the distant booming gun ? 
Know'st thou the battle has begun? 
O wifely heart, oppressed with care. 
Seek refuge now in God, in prayer; 
Sleep sweet, my bird, while clouds droop low, 
And requiem bells toll sad and slow. 
Sleep, baby, sleep! 
Wake, baby, wake! 
Lid up thy graceful, dainty head; 
Thy father bends above thy bed; 
At last my heart has found sweet rest. 
Quick throbbing ’gaiust a manly breast. 
His clasp is folding mother, child; 
What care I though the wind moan wild ? 
The tempest now I heed no more, 
My heart’s wild storm of anguish o’er. 
Wake, baby, wake I 
[St. Louis Democrat, 
gruaim uy wnicn me amictea seek relief, once 
remarked, “The laugh of a merry and careless 
sinner Is worse than all.” 
Madame Ouyon was imprisoned for loving the 
truth more than the glitter of courts; when put 
in a dungeon she was blessed with the presence 
of Christ and delightful views of heaven, and she 
triumphantly sung, 
“ Strong are the walls around me 
That hold me night and day; 
But they who thus have bound me 
Cannot keep God away: 
My very dungeon walls are dear, 
Because the Lord I love is here. 
“ They know who thus oppress me 
’Tis hard to be alone; 
But know not One ran bless me 
Who comes through bars and stone; 
He makes my dungeon’s darkness bright, 
And fills my bosom with delight.” 
Not long after the death of Madame Guyon, 
Madame dc Pompadour was made mistress of 
Versailles by that voluptuous old monarch, Louis 
XIV. Alluding to the popular dissatisfaction at 
her imprudent conduct, and to the revolution 
which she saw approaching, she used to remark, 
‘ 4 Aprcs nous, It <binge ” — after us the deluge. 
During her life the French court was the scene 
of unexampled gaiety and dissipation. She died 
in misery, trembling at the wrath of the people 
aud the judgment of God. 
“My whole life. 
ABOUT SELECTING MINISTERS, 
she said, in a gloomy hour, 
“ has been a continual death.” 
Which appears the most enviable situation, 
Madame Guyon, feeding on angel’s food in her 
dungeon, or Madame de Pompadour, trifling 
with the most important concerns in the most 
splendid court of Europe? 
HOUSEHOLD CONVENIENCES. 
Our engraving gives the artist’s ideal of “Sweet Home,”—the family, bound together by 
the golden ties of love, and keeping thus the oue spot bright and pure. 
In this warm weather it is w r ell to use all care 
to lighten toil in the house, as well as out of 
doors. Every well-managed farm has its im¬ 
proved implements, and its burn planned for 
ease of work us well as comfort of stock. The 
era Of improved implements for cooking, wash¬ 
ing, &c., is not ye.t reached—only' the begining. 
It will come in time, however, and meanwhile 
much can be done. The best stove possible, the 
most airy kitchen, with blinds or curtains to 
keep out the sun’s blaze, water plenty aud at 
hand, the best washing machines aud churns, 
dry wood in plenty, and a little lift for any heavy 
are among “ wo- 
to be had equally with all these 
And help too for the 
in due proportion to help 
Mutual thoughtfulness and 
DO-NOTHING YOUNG LADIES' 
STORIES OF EMINENT ENGLISH JUDGES, 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker, 
ON THE LAKE. 
Tmcy' tell a capital story of cx-Clilef Baron 
Pollock; that one who wished him to resign 
waited on him and hinted at it, and suggested it 
for his own sake, entirely with a view to the 
prolongation of his valued life, and so forth. 
The old man rose and said with his grim, dry 
gravity, “ Will you dance with me ?" The guest 
stood aghast as the Lord Chief Baron, who prides 
himself particularly upon Ills legs, began to 
caper about with a certain youth-like vivacity. 
■prised, he capered 
Well, if you wou’t dance 
will you box with me?” And with 
BT REB. RAVMOND. 
magnanimous, true. Not long ago a society 
near Boston raised the salury of their pastor 
from 91,300 to 92,000, and he expressed much 
satisfaction at the change. Lately, he being a 
fine preacher and a ripe scholar, and ministers 
scarce, the society voted another increase of sal¬ 
ary which he declined. It had been difficult, he 
said, to live upon 91,200, but the present salary 
supplied all his needs, and there were persons 
in the parish who could not afford to pay their 
proportion of three thousand dollars. What 
man in any other calling would be capable of 
Wafted on by gentle winds, 
Resting on the billows, 
Rowing listless near the shore 
Underneath the willows. 
Drifting outward from the shore, 
And from care aud sorrow. 
Leaving these, it toay be so. 
Till the coming morrow. 
Sweet the music of the oar 
Playing with the water; 
Nearer seems the distant shore: 
Fast recedes the other. 
Calmly rests the longing heart, 
Soothed by murmuring waters, 
And the cool and fragant breeze, 
Borne by zephyris daughters, 
Till the soul iB lifted tip, 
Front this world of sorrow; 
Thankful for this life to-day. 
Trusting for the morrow. 
So tnuy we our frail bark guide 
Down life’s stormy river. 
And with loved ones by our side 
Anchor iu the Harbor. 
June 13 th, 1867. 
work from some strong man, 
man’s rights,” 
“fixings" for farm work, 
ceaseless housework, 
for the farm-work 
kindness will keep these ends even, uud thus 
husband and wife help “bear one another’s bur¬ 
thens.” 
Woman has a finer and more susceptible or¬ 
ganization than man. In the. one the nerves 
preponderate, in the other the coarser muscles. 
Under the impulse of nerve-force woman can do 
things which surprise herself, but the reaction 
is severe and trying, prostrating the energies in 
a way that surprises and even vexes men who do 
not understand tins. Buoyed up lty wifely and 
motherly love, wondrous indeed is woman’s en¬ 
durance; hut it Is well to remember that cease¬ 
less watches at night, and constant duties by 
day, arc too ranch to be long sustained. Ask 
for your fair share of all helps in your work, not 
exaetiugly, hut only fairly. Self-sacrifice is 
beautiful at times, but I ntn weary ol' women, 
(or men cither,) always giving up their own 
comfort, their own much needed conveniences, 
and having other branches of the family reap all 
benefits. It is not self-justice, and that is a val¬ 
uable quality, quite consistent with the most de¬ 
voted kindness iu hours of need. 
So far then as means fairly allow, have kitchen 
and appendages keep pace in convenience with 
hay-mow and nice stables and patent reapers. 
That’s fair; and “ fair play is a jewel." All these 
outward helps with a spirit of thoughtful afl’ec- 
tion on all sides, and all goes smoothly. 
There’s a good deal of busy and trying house¬ 
work in a farm house, but there are pleasant 
compensations. In the long summer afternoons, 
with the work done until night comes, aud the 
quiet rooms, and pore air, fragrant with the 
sweet breath of roses, how pleasant the rest! 
No fashionable calls, no din aud dirt of city- 
streets, but the green grass, and pleasant shade- 
trees, and broad fields, and blue sky, and that 
delightful companionship of duteous daughters 
in the dewy freshness of their young maiden¬ 
hood, so precious to the mother. All fresh and 
simply tasteful, with sewing, and books, and the 
murmur of cheery talk, musical as the ripple ol' 
a brook, and intervals of silence when the soul | 
takes in these quiet influences of Nature’s 
Seeing his visitor standing 
up to him and said 
with me, 
that be squared up to him, and half in jest, half 
in earnest, fairly boxed him out of the room. 
The old Chief Baron had no more visitors anx¬ 
iously inquiring after hishealth, and courteously 
suggesting retirement. 
A queer scene took place iu the English Court 
of Chancery between Lord Campbell and an em¬ 
inent lawyer —u Queen’s counsel. In an actiou 
brought to recover for damages done to a car¬ 
riage, the learned counsel repeatedly called the 
vehicle in question a broug-ham, whereupon 
Lord Campbell, with considerable pomposity, 
observed: "Drown is the the more usual pro¬ 
nunciation; a carriage of the kiud you mean is 
generally and not incorrectly called a broom— 
that pronunciation is open to no grave objection, 
aud it has the advantage of saving the time con¬ 
sumed by uttering an extra syllabic.” Hall' an 
hour later in the same trial, Lord Campbell, al¬ 
luding to a similar action given, said: “in that 
case, the carriage which had sustained injury was 
an omnibus—." " Pardon me, my Lord,” inter¬ 
posed the Queen’s counsel with such prompti¬ 
tude that his lordship was startled into silence, 
“a carriage of the kiud to which yon draw at¬ 
tention is usually termed a buss ; that pronuncia¬ 
tion is open to no grave objection, aud has the 
great advantage of saving the time consumed by 
uttering the two extra syllables.” The inter¬ 
ruption was followed by a roar of laughter in 
which Lord Campbell joined more heartily than 
any one else. 
EXTRAORDINARY ANSWERS, 
A pupil of Abbe Sicord gave the following 
extraordinary answers: 
“ What is gratitude?” 
“ Gratitude is the memory of the heart.” 
“ What is hope ?" 
“ Hope is the blossom of happiness.” 
“ What is the difference between hope and 
desire?” 
“ Desire is a tree in leaf, hope is a tree in 
flower, enjoyment is a tree in fruit.” 
“ What is eternity?” 
“A day without yesterday or to-morrow—a 
line that has no end.” 
“ What is God ?” 
“ The necessary being, the son of eternity, the 
merchant of nature, the eyes of justice, the 
watch-maker of the universe, and the soul of 
the world.” 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker, 
HUN AWAY EE0M HOME, ” 
THE STILL SMALL VOICE 
There is lasting significance in that vision of 
the Hebrew prophet, wherein God came, not in 
the whirlwind or the earthquake, but in the 
still, small voice. Its truth comes home to us 
iu the busy life of to-day as it fell on the soul of 
that Hebrew in the quietude of the Orient. 
It is not in the whirlwind of some great ex¬ 
citement, not in the earthquake of some mighty 
upheaval, but in the still waiting of the soul for 
truth, that we hear the Divine Voice. Once 
heard aud reverently listened to, it makes us 
strong when the whirlwind comes, firm amid 
the earthquake’s shock, while Church and State 
may reel and totter, steadfast for the right and 
serene amid wildest commotions. 
BORROWED BOOKS. 
The practice of writing mottoes on the fly¬ 
leaves of books that are liable to be lout, may 
be classed by some among the eccentricities; 
but the following specimens in the New York 
Observer should, from their suggestiveness, com¬ 
mend themselves for that purpose: 
This very excellent stanza, relating to the re¬ 
turning of borrowed books, is from the pen of 
the late Joseph P. Engles, Esq., ol Philadelphia, 
a gentleman of good judgment, strict principles 
and rare literary acquirements. These lines come 
with good grace from the pen of Mr. Engles, 
who always practiced whatever he preached. 
“This book belongB to Mr. -. 
If thou art borrowed by a friend. 
Right welcome shall he be 
To read, to study, not to lend, 
But to return to me; 
Not that imparted knowledge doth 
Diminish Learning’s store, 
But books, I find, if often lent, 
Return to me no more. 
Read slowly; pause frequently; think se¬ 
riously; keep cleanly; return duly, with the 
corners of the leaves not turned down.” 
American Women. —M. de Toqueville, speak- 
| ing of American women, says“ As for myself 
I do not hesitate to avow that, although the 
women of the United States are confined within 
the narrow circle of domestic life, and their sit¬ 
uation is in some respects, one of extreme de¬ 
pendence, I have nowhere seen women occupying 
a loftier position; and if I were asked, now 1 
am drawing to a close of this work, in which I 
have spoken of so many things done by the 
Americans, to what the singular prosperity and 
growing strength <Jf that people ought to be at¬ 
tributed, I should reply —to the superiority of her 
women." 
Wesley’s Last Pen.— The last pen possessed 
by Wesley is in the possession of a lady at York, 
and the following lines are by the talented James 
Everett: 
No more the fowl shall wing the air, 
Or to its evening haunts repair— 
Its snow-white plume renew ; 
Nor Wesley more shall walk with men, 
Whose well-trained hand employed the pen 
That here attracts the view; 
But thoughts inscribed upon the page, 
Shall live with men from age to age, 
Though “ finis ” ends the line; 
And these the erring steps shall guide 
When scribes and pens are laid aside 
And like the stars shall shine. 
sum¬ 
mer-time, and grows rich by what it feeds on. 
It is no marvel that so much of the noblest 
womanhood comes from these farm-houses, for 
there is work, self-help, simple tastes, tinged 
with Nature’s delicate hues, and time for some 
quiet thought, and the healthful growth of the 
soul. 
Bless the Babt.— Lord Granville, Chancellor 
of the University of London, remarked on a 
recent public occasion that he had been 
charged by a Bishop in the House, of Lords 
with incompetence to discuss the subject of ed¬ 
ucation, on the ground that he had no children. 
“A recent circumstance,’’ he gravely added, 
“ has put me in a better position; but I cannot 
say that it has changed a single view I ever held 
on the subject, of education.” That was a neat 
use to put a baby to. 
attractive, and our houses of correction and 
jails will become tenantless and fall to decay; 
and each young man and womau grow up to 
be useful , honorable members of society. Could 
the feeble efforts of my pen avail anything to¬ 
wards the establishment of this feeling in the 
hearts of all parents, and the suppression of the 
existing and growing etuis resulting from the 
thoughtlessness now too prevalent, gladly would 
I devote my life to this important end. Just 
think for a moment what might be the lot of * 
An Elopement “ Headed.”— An Ohio paper 
tells a novel love story. A young couple planned 
an elopement, the girl descending from her room 
upon the traditional ladder, but at the gate they 
were met by the father of the girl and a minis¬ 
ter, by whom the young couple were escorted to 
the parlor, whereto their surprise they found all 
their relatives collected for the maWiage ceremo¬ 
ny, which took place at once. It was a neat pa- 
Missionaries in Japau report that gradual 
but rapid changes have been going on from the 
In ancient times there were but “ three beginning in that country, and circumstances 
Graces;” the accomplished women of our day indicate that the whole land is abeut to be 
have ten times that number. thrown open to Christian effort. 
