literature decent,” and no doubt the upward 
tendency of womanly influence has done much 
in the great change for the better which has 
taken place. Elizabeth Barrett Browning 
spent her last years in Florence, seeking health 
beneath the genial sky of Italy. The poor peas¬ 
ant women in her vicinity knew nothing of her 
wealth of learning, her wondrous genius, or 
poetic fame, but the sweet poem of her daily 
life was written in deeds their hearts could read 
—kindly acts, not only to her own sweet boy 
as she walked in the fields with him, but to their 
children as she met them by the flowery way- 
sides. They knew not her name, but in their 
musical Italian, called her, “ the luring English 
mother of the fair-haired boy.” Not selfish 
pride, not love of display or reputation, not 
habits of dissipation, but all sweet and tender 
charities, the sanctity of home ullectlObe, the 
earnest purpose to be and to do something that 
shall help humanity upward, mark the lives of 
noble women not u few, in our country and in 
England, whose names and writings are ” famil¬ 
iar as household words ” in many a home, and 
whose thoughts have moved many souls and 
wrought great and beneficent results. 
thing, as well prepared to be good and worthy 
wives as the young men were husbands. Now, 
we do not question any character on either side, 
but would rather suggest that there is a great 
lack of principle and straightforward living on 
the part of both. Young men are just as much 
to blame for ignoring any good quality of sta¬ 
bility as are young ladies. Young men drink, 
chew, dance, prostitute nobility of intention 
and purpose far more recklessly and insanely 
than young ladies. 
But this does not seem the right way to look 
at the question. We ought to make a classifica¬ 
tion,—Good men and women, bad men and 
women. Here we have two classes, the one 
good, the other bad. To belong to the one 
class is to be in good society, practice honesty 
of thought and purpose, do good to all with 
whom we are associated; to belong to the other 
is to live in had society, practice deceit, live dis¬ 
honestly, ruin our own reputation and that with 
which we have to do. There is no condemning 
where there is nothing to condemn, therefore, 
those of the first class, both young men aud 
women, are worthy and capable to shoulder the 
responsibilities which will soon fall upon them 
in the busy, active world. Those of the second 
not worthy, not capable, not of the class which 
has the most influence. Little by little is the 
idea that money and nabobism rule social life, 
becoming extinct, and more and more is the 
idea that merit and steadiness gain popular 
credit and confidence. Therefore, it becomes 
every young man and woman to recognize the 
true path to general approbation, and to walk 
in that path. 
But we are lengthy 
Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker, 
ANNA LEE. 
BOOKS FOR THE PEOPLE 
BY iXKA C. LYNCH. 
OLD ENGLISH POEM, BY SIR HENRY WOTTON, 
How happy is he born or taught, 
That serveth not another's will; 
Whose armor Is his honest thought, 
And simple truth his highest skill: 
Whose passions not his masters are; 
Whose son! is still prepared for death; 
Not tied unto the world with care 
Of princes ear, or vulgar breath. 
Who hath his life from rumors freed; 
Whose conscience is his strong retreat: 
Whose state can neither flatterers feed. 
Nor rain make oppressors great. 
Who envies none whom chance doth raise, 
Or vice: who never understood 
How deepest wounds are given by praise; 
Nor rales of state, but rales of good. 
Who God doth late and early pray 
More of llis prace than gifts to lend; 
And entertains the harmless day 
With a well chosen book or friend. 
This man is freed from servile hands. 
Of hope to rise, or fear to fall; 
Lord of himself though not of lands ; 
And having nothing, yet hath all. 
Coke to her, sweetest voiced birds of the summer¬ 
time, 
From your vine-covered haunts wh,ere the violets 
' wave, 
Bring your wings laden with kisses from lilies rare, 
Lilies and kisses her bosom to lave. 
Gather the crystallzed dew drops of morning, 
Purer in heart than the pearls of the sea, 
Linger they long with the daisies and roees, 
Yet die on the lips of my sweet Anna Lee. 
Voice of the low winds, from highland and valley, 
Whispered her name in their chidlngs of ihtc, 
And mourned for my darling in tears of devotion, 
Silent and sad, as they passed through the gate. 
At eve, when the wicket was opened for darkness, 
The zephyrs stole out In their frolicsome glee, 
And back they flew to her, and sighed through her 
tresses, 
Yet dare not breathe chill on my sweet Anna Lee. 
Night In her mantle cloaked, darkness o'erspreadlng, 
Came blessing all with her baptism of rest; 
Looked she to him, In his home on the billow. 
Then to the warblers asleep la their nest; 
On as she came, she saw in her beauty, 
And kneeled by my angel so artless and free; 
Smiling, she pressed her soft lips till the morning, 
Then whispered farewell to my sweet Anna Lee. 
Far away on that shore, trod by feet of the holy, 
Two, absent from earth, launched their bark on 
the bay; 
The Impress of Heaven gleamed bright on their fore¬ 
heads, 
To light them afar from winged legion* away. 
Twas the Ruler who fastened their sail to the topmast, 
To return with the tide, was His parting decree; 
Then swift o'er the waters (heir proud shallop bore 
them. 
To look once again on their own Anna Leb. 
Winter will scatter the soDg-birds and flowers, 
Earth and her millions will sigh for the Spring; 
Fancies long cherished will droop by the wayside, 
Hope breathing low, will her offerings bring: 
Though cold on earth's frozen breast lies the verdure, 
While angry winds drill from far o'er the sea, 
A home in my heart there will be for one only! 
'Twill shield the lone child of my soul— Anna Lee. 
Conosus Center, N. Y. j. y. d. 
Light to the darkened mind— 
Bear, like the sun, the world's wide circle round— 
Bright messengers, that speak without a sound! 
Light on the spirit-blind 
Shall fall where’er ye pas*: your living ray 
Shall change the night of ages into day. 
God speed ye on your way! 
In closet and In hall 
Too long alone yonr message hath been spoken: 
The spell of gold that bound ye there is broken ; 
Go forth, and shine on all! 
I The world’s inheritance, the legacy 
j Bequeathed by Genius to the race are ye: 
Be lit;© the sunlight—free. 
A mighty power ye wield 1 
Ye wake dim centuries from their deep repose, 
The spoils of time to yield. 
Ye hold the gift of immortality: 
Bard, sage, and seer, whose fame shall never die, 
Live through your ministry. 
Noiseless upon your path, 
Freighted with lore, romance, and song ye speed, 
Moving the world in custom aud in creed, 
Making its love or wrath 
Tyrants that blanch not on the battle plain, 
Quail at your silent coming and in vain 
Would bind the riven chain. 
Shrines that embalm great souls, 
Where yet the illustrious dead high converse hold, 
As gods spake through their oracles of old! 
Upon your mystic scrolls, 
There lives a spell to guide our destiny— 
The fire by night, the pillar’d cloud by day, 
Upon our upward way. 
THE TRUE STANDARD OF DRESS. 
We are always excessive when we sacrifice the 
higher beauty to attain the lower one. A woman 
who will sacrifice domestic affection, conscience, 
self-respect, honor, to love of dress, we all agree, 
loves dress too much. She loses the true and 
higher beauty of womanhood for the lower 
beauty of gems, and flowers, and colors. A 
girl who sacrifices to dress all her time, all her 
strength, all her money to the neglect of the 
cultivation of her mind and heart, and to the 
neglect of the claims of others on helpfulness, 
is sacrificing the higher to the lower beauty. 
Her fault is not the love of beauty, but loving 
the wrong and inferior kind. 
In fine, girls, you may try yourselves by this 
standard:—You love dress too much when you 
care more for your outward adomings than for 
your inward disposition, when it afflicts you 
more to have torn your dress than to have lost 
your temper—when you are more troubled by 
an ill-fitting gown than by a neglected duty, 
when you are less concerned at having made an 
unjust comment., or spread a scandalous report, 
than having worn a passe bonnet, when you are 
less troubled at the thought of being at the last 
great feast without the wedding garment, than 
at being found at the party to-night, in the fash¬ 
ion of last year. No Christian wpman, os I view’ 
it, ought to give such attention - to her dress as 
to allow it to take up all of three very important 
things, namely, all her time, all her strength, 
all her money. Whoever does this, lives not 
the life of a Christian, but that of a Pagan—wor¬ 
ships not at the Christian’s altar of our Lord 
Jesus, but at the shrine of the lower Venus of 
Corinth and Rome. 
EFFECTIVE PREACHING. 
It is well for ministers to know how they and 
their efforts are regarded by Intelligent and sen¬ 
sible men who occupy the position of outside 
observers. Even ir they sometimes lack moral 
sympathy with the gospel message and listen 
with the critical mind Instead of the prayerful 
heart, they may indicate what is ueedful In order 
to command that respectful attention without 
which the pulpit is sure to fall. The Nation has 
some remarks on this subject that arc entitled 
to consideration. It says: 
Odd or otherwise startling themes are chosen, 
and announced beforehand in flaming advertise¬ 
ments. Eccentricities of style are deliberately 
assumed. Wit, euch as it is, is to relieve the 
weariness of the hearer. A convulsive, boister¬ 
ous elocution is palmed off In the room of earn¬ 
estness. An excessive and unnatural vehemence, 
which is a fault of Mr. Beecher lu certain passa¬ 
ges of his discourses, i6 copied by his feeble 
imitators. A shrewd observer remarked, the 
other day, that in order to make the fortune of 
a sermon now-a-days, it ia necessary for the 
preacher to “ holler” at least once in the course 
of it; once is enough, but once at least he must 
bawl. Cases arc not infrequent where a v ocifer- 
ous delivery is accepted in lieu of Intellectual 
qualifications for the preacher’s office; in lieu of 
method and of good sense. 
What is wanted, it is plain, is a living earnest¬ 
ness to take the place of the spurious and coun¬ 
terfeited earnestness which can deceive only the 
ignorant. Eloquence is born of deep and stir¬ 
ring convictions; genuine itself, all its products 
are of necessity genuine. It can afford to dis¬ 
dain every species of clap-trap. It. is a flame 
that communicatee itself and kindles all within 
its reach. It goes forth with the speech of a 
Bring man, go that books are no substitute for it. 
When preachers are truly earnest, preaching is 
truly eloquent. It Is then a fresh and warm 
and enlivening utterance. 
To say something, a man must have something 
to say. He must not deal in vague generalities. 
He must not speak out of fluctuating and incon¬ 
sistent moods of opinion. He must not contra¬ 
dict himself from week to week. The preacher 
muat have not only faith, but a faith. He must 
have beliefs in religion which are capable of 
being stated, w’hich are coherent, aud which are 
held as something sacred and vital to the welfare 
of men. In this case he will speak with author¬ 
ity; not the authority of an arbitrary or over¬ 
bearing mind, but with the authority that 
depends on insight and assured eonvinction. 
so adieu. 
AUGUST-IN EUROPE 
There is no month in the whole year in which 
Nature wears a more beautiful appearance than 
in the month of August. Spring has many 
beauties, and May is a fresh and blooming 
month, but the charms of this time of year are 
enhanced by their contrast of the winter season. 
August has no such advantage. It comes when 
we remember nothing but clear skies, green 
■when the 
NOTES AND SENTIMENTS 
FROM A SOJOURNER IN THE GREEN MOUNTAIN 
STATE. 
fields and sweet smelling flowers, 
recollection of snow and ice and bleak winds 
has faded from our minds as completely as they 
have disappeared from the earth,—and yet what 
a pleasant time It ia ! Orchards and cornfields 
ring with the hum of labor; trees bend beneath 
the thick clusters of rich fruit which bow their 
branches to the ground; and the corn piled in 
graceful sheaves, or waring in every light breath 
that sweeps above it, ns if it wooed the sickle, 
tinges the landscape with a golden hue. A mel¬ 
low softness appears to hang over the whole 
earth. The influence of the season seems to 
extend itself to the very wagon, whose slow ino- 
tiou across the well-reaped field is perceptible 
only to the eye, but strikes with no harsh sound 
upon the ear. 
As the coach rolls swiftly past ihc fields and 
orchards which skirt the road, groups of women 
and children, piling the fruit in sieves, or gath¬ 
ering the scattered ears of corn, pause for an 
instant from their labor, and shading the sun¬ 
burnt face with the still browner band, gaze 
upon the passengers with curious eyes, while 
some stout urchin, too small to work, but too 
mischievous to be left at home, scrambles over 
the side of the basket in which he has been de¬ 
posited for security, and kicks aud screams with 
delight. The reaper 6tops in his work, and 
stands with folded arms looking at the vehicle 
as it whirls past; and the rough cart-horses be¬ 
stow a sleepy glance upon the smart coach team, 
which says as plainly as a horse's glance can, 
"It’s all very line to look at; but slow-goiug 
over a heavy field is better than warm work like 
that upon a dusty road, after all.” You cast a 
look behind you as you turn a corner of the road. 
The women aud children have resumed their la¬ 
bor ; the reaper once more stoops to his work: 
the cart-horses have moved on, and all are again 
in motion.— Dickens. 
mous visitors to ner vaneys through the sum¬ 
mer months. Western New York has her fine, 
fertile fields,—Vermont her fields covered with 
flocks. Western New York has her fine trading 
posts — Vermout her marble Interest*, with a 
largely increasing trade in sheep, cattle and 
horses, as well as her manufacturing Interests. 
When one rides over the hills and throngb the 
valleys of Vermont he feels an imspi ration which 
is full of respect to nature and her works, and 
which thrills every fiber of the soul, and leads 
us to respect God in his works. Truly, among 
the glens and hills one can 6pend many a happy 
hour and chase ”duil care” away with a book 
or paper, while the innocent iambs skip by or 
the happy squirrel sports unmolested. When 
the morning sun rises, and the merry rattle of 
the mower is heard In the valley below, if you 
stand on the mountain top you will experience 
much of the natural grandeur of the “ Old Green 
Mountain State.” Vermont does mit lack of 
wealth, even in agricultural pursuits, nor does 
she in any pursuit where the busy brain of the 
Yankee i6 called upon to exert itself. 
FREEDOM AND SELF-GOVERNMENT. 
Many questions of interest are belug discussed 
in the papers which ought to command the at¬ 
tention of every true American. It is not the 
brilliant diplomacy that is so much needed 
to settle these questions, as it is the steady, 
sober, earnest thinker for the right. But a 
short time ago a man attempted to seat himself 
upon a throne, and in the attempt lost his life. 
The people of the 19th century will not endure 
sueh usurpation 
LOVE.-WHAT IB IT LIKE 1 
A lady being asked what love was like, 
replied in the following truthful and beautiful 
language: 
“ What is love like ? ” The love of the 
world’s votaries js like a butterfly's wing. 
Richly painted with gorgeous colors, it en¬ 
trances the eye, and its loveliness steals upon 
the heart, making all but the outer covering to 
be forgotten; but grasp it with a firm hand and 
try its beauty, and, alas! the many-colored tints 
all fade away. 
“Wbat is love like? 
CATHARINE M. SEDGWICK 
” The love of a true¬ 
hearted friend is like a star beaming in the sky, 
when no other light is seen, and clouds thickly 
surround it. It is like music that calms the 
troubled mind. The darker the day the firmer 
the friendship. The more agitated and dis¬ 
turbed the more sweet and soothing are the 
accents of the loved one’s voice. 
“ What is love like ? ” The love of a Christian 
is like the purest diamond, like the 44 unsullied 
dew-drop,” like infancy smiles, like the fragrance 
of sweet flowers, and like a rainbow's form. It 
sparkles brightest in adversity; it comes forth 
pure from all trials; it is humble and gentle 
under temptations, and It is supremely beautiful. 
When the spirit bids adieu to earth, and wings 
its way to the fountain of all love, it then decks 
itself ia holiday attire, tunes anew its golden 
harp, and with a form made uew and perfect, 
soars far away to chant a Te Dmm of unending 
praiBe and love. 
with good eultnre, with many friends, tried and 
true, is a great privilege. To have grace and 
strength to fill that fife with loving and kindly 
deeds, to write much for many to read, and give 
such ideal of life thereby as shall help to higher 
wisdom, more tender charity, more healthful and 
natural life in others, to find most heart-felt 
pleasure in helping others, is a privilege great, 
indeed. Such waa the life of this excellent and 
gifted woman, who, but a few days ago, ripe in 
years and experience, passed from this to a 
higher life, at Koxbury, Mass., and her body 
was interred at Stock bridge, her home. 
Bom in 1789, her first story 41 A New England 
Tale,” was published In 1822, and gained great 
popularity. Iu 1834 44 Redwood” came out and 
was soon read in England, and translated in 
France, Italy and Sweden. In 1827 “Hope 
Leslie, or Early Times in America,” followed. 
Accurate, simple, yet beautiful descriptions of 
common life, ideals of purity and truth, and hon¬ 
or, and religion, in men and women, healthful 
tone, and graceful charm of style marked these, 
as all her works. “Clarence,” “Le Bossn,” 
and “The Linwoods,” filled the time to 1885. 
In the next three years came several books, eo 
widely read, and conveying so many useful les¬ 
sons as to be often called 44 the people's books:” 
“ T be Poor Rich Man aud The Rich Poor Man,” 
“Live and Let Live,” “Means and Ends,” 
“Homo,' “Love Token for Children.” In 
1841, coming home from Europe, “Letters from 
abroad to Kindred at Home,” delighted and in¬ 
structed many. “ Milton Harvey and other 
Tales” followed in 1S45, and in 1857 came 44 Mar¬ 
ried or Single,' lresh and graceful as the produc¬ 
tions of her yonth, and rich with deeper thought 
and more varied experience. 
Essays and stories lor magazines gave frequent 
proof of her industry, and the charm of style 
was heightened by the excellent sense of her 
productions. Her books are found in dis¬ 
trict and Sunday School Libraries, as well a6 in 
homes all over the land. As a woman she richly 
won and well deserved the reverent affection of 
those who knew her. Foil of signal value and 
interest is this fact of the true womanhood of au¬ 
thors who have won name and gained attention. 
In the last fifty years the influence of woman 
There is too much liberality 
of education among the masses to submit to the 
galling chains of a monarch. Let the kings sleep 
quiet in their graves, for the laws of equal rights 
to man are too powerful to be ignored by a 
panoply of kingly courts. Let the children of 
kings learn to be busied with agricultural and 
scientific pursuits, rather than building founda¬ 
tions for thrones. Let one glad voice of rejoic¬ 
ing ascend to heaven from the Mexican and 
American Republics in response to the totter¬ 
ing of thrones, as Free Democracy makes on¬ 
ward marches in self-government. Rejoice, oh ! 
Mexico, for never again shall the triumph of a 
king sound o’er thy hills and valleys! Never 
again shall a usurper question your rights as a 
free and nationalized republic. The long line of 
kings are becoming extinct; the fires of royalty 
burn low; the government of people must be 
among themselves, or bloody wars, carnage, 
death at the altar of liberty are the results. 
Men have been educated to fight for liberty, 
aud the man who attempts to change this edu¬ 
cation will meet a Btrong combination of edu¬ 
cated muscle, and, in time, have to succumb to 
its influence. Strong, heavy blows have been 
dealt for the perpetuity of the liberties our fath¬ 
ers died for, and still stronger blows will be 
dealt, if the right to enjoy those liberties is ques¬ 
tioned by mouarchs or kings. America stands 
proud of her success over and magnanimity to a 
fallen people. Mexico would have been recog¬ 
nized as more philanthropic had she spared the 
life of the fallen king, as Victor Hugo pleaded. 
But the die had been cast, and the king’s life 
was below par. When will blood cease to flow 
for blood? When will the thirst for blood be 
satiated by more refined and nobler tastes? 
Alas! so long as the masses remain uneducated 
and monarchs are ambitions to conquer repub¬ 
lics. 
MODERN YOUNG MEN AND WOMEN. 
Not long since we were reading in one of the 
Boston papers an elaborate discussion about 
modem young men and women. One of the 
writers seemed to condemn young ladies very 
severely, because they were not, as a general 
IT IS WELL WITH THE CHILD 
Remember that every person, however low, 
has right and feelings. In all contentions let 
peace be rather your object than triumph; value 
triumph only as the means of peace. 
When you meet with neglect let it arouse you 
to exertion 
Bishop Leighton thus wrote to his sister’s 
husband on the death of a beloved child: — “I 
am glad of your health, and of the recovery of 
your little ones; but, indeed, it was a sharp 
stroke of a pen that told me your little Johnny 
was dead, and I felt it truly more than to my 
remembrance I did the death of any child In my 
lifetime. Sweet thing! and is he so quickly laid 
asleep ? Happy he! Though he shall no more 
have the pleasure of lisping aud laughing, he 
shall have no more the pain of crying, nor of 
being sick, nor of dying; and hath wholly es¬ 
caped the trouble of schooling and all the snfier- 
iDgs of boys, and the riper and deeper griefs ot 
upper years — this poor life being all along 
nothing but a linked chain of many sorrows 
and of many deaths. Tell my dear sister she is 
now so much more akin to the other world, and 
this will be quickly passed to us all. John is 
but gone an hour or two sooner to bed, as chil¬ 
dren used to do, and we are undressing to follow. 
And the more we put off' the love of the present 
world, and all things superfluous beforehand, 
we shall have the less to do when we lie down.” 
instead of mortifying your pride, 
set about lessening those defects which expose 
you to neglect, and improve those excellences 
which command attention and respect. 
If you desire the people to treat you as a gen- 
tlemau, you must conduct yourself as a gentle¬ 
man should to them. 
Do not attempt to frighten children and inferi¬ 
ors by passion. It does more harm to your own 
character than it does good to them. The same 
thing is better done by firmness and persuasion. 
Find fault, when you must find fault, in pri¬ 
vate, if possible, and some time after the offense, 
rather than at the time. The blamed are less in¬ 
clined to resist when they are blamed without 
witnesses. 
Keep up the habit of being respected, and do 
not attempt to be more amusing and agreeable 
than is consistent with the preservation of re¬ 
spect. 
Don’t he too severe upon yourself and your 
own feelings; keep on, don’t faint, be energetic 
to the last. 
If you wish to keep your mind clear and body 
healthy, abstain from all fermented liquors.— 
Sidney Smith. 
NAMING CHILDREN 
Thb day of using nicknames never will die 
out, but the custom of christening children by 
nicknames and pet names should be strangled in 
the cradle. The rising generation will blush for 
the sentimental silliness of their parents, who 
bestowed these names upou them. A writer 
says: — 44 Girls, instead of being baptized with 
such sensible names as Matilda, Charlotte, Mar¬ 
garet, or Sarah, are christened ‘Tillie,’ ‘Lottie,’ 
‘Maggie,’ and ‘Sadia’ Ellen dwindles into 
4 Ella; ’ Susan shrinks) into ‘ Susie; ’ Caroline is 
made ridiculous by being cut down to ‘Linia. ’ 
Emma becomes insipid in ‘Emmie;’ and most 
wretched of all, the beautiful name Mary is frit¬ 
tered away in 4 Mamie.’ This nicknaming would 
be all very well if in its use it was confined to the 
family circle; hut 6uch names are given perma¬ 
nently to children, and the future wives and 
mothers of the land figure in every advertised 
list of letters, and in every school examination, 
as 4 Lidies, 
The three tongues that were written upon 
the cross —Greek, Latin and Hebrew—to wit¬ 
ness Christ to be the king of the Jews, do each 
of them, in their several idioms, avouch this 
singular axiom, that Christ is as all-sufficient 
Saviour; and a threefold cord is not easily 
broken.— Spurgeon. 
and 4 Sadies.’ Think of the 
wife and mother of the father of his country 
christened by the name of‘Mamie’ and 4 Mar- 
tliie,’ and of the mother baptizing the future 
hero and statesman as ‘Geordie!’ The First 
Napoleon would have remained a bachelor for¬ 
ever had his first wife been named ‘Josie,’ and 
he would not have troubled an Archduchess of 
Austria to take the place of the discarded Em¬ 
press had she been named 4 Minnie Loni,’ instead 
of plain and sensible ‘Maria Louisa. 1 ” 
To despise theory is to have the excessively 
vain preteusion to do without knowing what one 
does, and to speak without knowing what one 
says.— Fontenelle. 
Plbasant recollections promote cheerfulness, 
and painful ones gloom. Thus the happiness 
that flows from the right regulation of the feel¬ 
ings tends to perpetuate itself— Ballou. 
We find the following remark credited to a 
Unitarian minister: — “It is doubtful whether, 
with our modern tendency, God can send upon 
society a greater combination of curses than a 
very eloquent preacher, a ten thousand dollar 
organ, and a superb opera choir.” 
