MANNERS AND MORALS 
Manners easily and rapidly mature into 
morals. As childhood advances to manhood, 
the transition from bad manners to bad morals 
is almost Imperceptible. Vulgar and obscene 
forms of speech keep vulgar and obscene ob¬ 
jects before the mind, engender impure images 
Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker 
SOWING AND REAPING. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
MY WILLIAM.* 
TO ELLA H***** 
BY ANNA, WtNSTKEL OF THE HEATH 
BY KATE WOODLAND. 
of the loved odcs plant beautiful flow 1 
Long ago upon the hillside, 
In the valley, o’er the plain, 
From the early mom till even 
Busy hands were sowing grain; 
Trusting that the storm and sunshine 
Should each tiny leaf unfold, 
Till the golden wheat had ripened. 
Yielding more than hundred fold. 
Harvest comes, the grain is gathered, 
And they place a wealth of Eheaves, 
One by one, till all are garnered. 
Safe beneath the sheltering eaves. 
And with glad and joyous footsteps 
Laborers at twilight come, 
And with cheerful happy voices 
Shout the golden harvest home. 
Often weary in well doing, 
We have sown in doubt and fears, 
From the morning until even,— 
Sowing oft with bitter tears. 
When the harvest shall be gathered, 
Many tares and withered leaves 
Will be bound among the bundles, 
With onr treasured golden sheaves. 
When our sheaves have all been counted, 
And their value has been told, 
When our treasure has been garnered 
In onr Heavenly Father's fold; 
When onr happy joyous foot-steps 
In life's twilight heavenward come, 
May we hear sweet angel-voices 
Welcoming our harvest home 1 
Trappe, Talbot Co., Md. 
“ O'er graves 
era,” 
Thus flows in sweet measure the Poet’s sad lay; actions 
But alas! far away beneath fair Southern bowers, Hence 
Below the cool zephyrs, and soft falling showers, phrase, 
My William is sleeping to-day. embell 
It may he that thistles alone deck the grave, a T _' cl ° 
Where the garment Is laid which my William did bciDg < 
wear, some i 
But the heart It contained was both loyal and brave, p U t on 
And the country he loved be has perished to save: tured \ 
What need that the grave blossoms heart ] eaa Wi 
Perhaps some fond sister or mother may see, habit; 
As she seeks the blest spot where her loved ones and b 
repose, house 
That dear to some heart must his lonely bed be, wears 
And plant o'er the grave of my William, for me, fjoly. 
The myrtle, and sweet-scented rose. j ow a 
When daylight Is dim, and the twilight is red, in the 
And my little ones glide from their play to my knee, perate 
And ask for “ Papa," who T tell them Is dead, to resn 
The tears that in sweet childish sorrow they shed, -^Rh s 
Seem additional grief unto me. demor 
And yet to the Father, who counteth each tear, chaste 
My fervent thanksgiving goes forth evermore, and cl 
That these little blossoms are left to me here; re pel j 
And lovingly them let me cherish and cheer, unsull 
Nor idly my sad loss deplore. dcncie 
* Written for a friend. Horae 
Bat welt I know in thy sweet joy's i-xcees 
All worldly compliments were emptiness. 
m therefore not attempt so vain a thing, 
But merely banishing each shade of sadness, 
My heart her humble offering shall bring, 
Caught from the echoes of thine own soul s glad 
ness. 
From Hymen’s Altar lot me 
And wake t- 
Come then, my 
• ■ • ‘ ■ snatch some fire, 
the slumbering spirit of my lyre. 
__ i gentle lyre, with soft, low voice, 
Like spirit-whispering* floating on the air; 
In dulcet toucs tell Ella 1 rejoice. 
She now has one her heart's bright hopes to share. 
Around her bridal bower, go linger near; 
Though pledg’d her Heart and Hand— claim thou 
her Ear- 
Yes— Ella dear— may you taste every bliss, 
And realim Hope’s every future joy; 
And know the blessing (in a world like this) 
Of mutual Love—with least of earth's alloy. 
May Hymen’s torch blaze bright thro’ passing years, 
Undimm’d by Time-unqnench'd by sorrow’s tears! 
May bright-haired Cupid strew thy path with flowers, 
Dropping sweet odors from his rainbow wing, 
And Father Time, with roses twine the hours, 
As from his glass to circling years they spring. 
Ella— may every good to thee betide, 
And wife of years, be happy as the Bride. 
May Fate for Uie8 uncoil a sunny skein, 
Rich with tin; hues of love, contcut and gladness; 
Without one single spot, or shadowy stain, 
To cloud thy brow with e'en a fleeting sadness. 
Farewell! Farewell! Accept this simple wreath, 
Dear Ella— from the Mine/rel of the Heath. 
PERSONAL GOSSIP 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker 
HOW THINGS COMBINE. 
papier says of the firm of Messrs. Harper «fc 
Brothers:—The firm, one of the largest in the 
world, is the most extensive in America. It 
was founded in 1816 by James and John Har¬ 
per. Wesley Harpep. came in in 1832, and 
Fletcher Harper in 1826, since which the firm 
has stood as it stands now. It, is not often that 
four brothers can be united bo long, with no 
break in the rank by death or other cause. 
Honorable James Harper— Honorable because 
once Mayor of New York — is about seventy- 
three years of age, and there is no youth about 
the, establishment more active than he. He de¬ 
lights In a good story, a good listener, a good 
joke, and no one can discover a reason why he 
shouldn’t live twenty years yet. Mr. John 
Harper is about seventy, but not so robust in 
health as his brother J ames. He is the negative 
element in the firm, and commonly wields the 
veto power. Mr. Weslet Harper is gentle¬ 
manly and cordial, comforting a disappointed 
author, and encouraging a promising one with 
equal suavity. Mr. Fletcher Harper is the 
active, aggressive spirit of the firm, but with a 
vaulting spirit that never o'erleaps itself. It is 
his spirit that animates and directs the “ Month¬ 
ly,” “Weekly” and “Bazar.” Besides the 
four members of the firm there are numerous 
sons, making a dozen in all. The Harpers re- 
PLEASANT WORDS, 
No science, or trade, or profession, can get 
along well alone. History is very much aided 
by geography; algebra is dependent on arith¬ 
metic ; grammar is closely interwoven with 
philology. And so of the trades and profes¬ 
sions. Each one Is more or less connected with 
others. The physician depends on the farmer 
for his food and on the mechanic for his cloth¬ 
ing. Indeed, no one Is independent. The 
farmer, himself, who furnishes the necessaries 
of life, would find great difficulty in getting 
along without tools and implements. He must 
have some of the trades to help him, as much 
as they must have him to help them. 
All are mutually dependent and bound to each 
other. Such is Christian and civilized society; 
so are the different powers and faculties of 
man. Reason and judgment are just as neces¬ 
sary as physical strength aud health. A strong 
arm or a etout muscle would be of little avail 
The beautiful illustration given above is so 
expressive as to need little explanation. It rep¬ 
resents one of a series of groups of the four 
Seasons, modelled in Florentine bronze, ex¬ 
hibited at the late Paris Exposition by M. 
Detouche. We have bad the series engraved 
expressly for the Rural New-Yorker, and shall 
give the remainder iu due time. 
FPENCH OPINION OP OUE LADIES, 
chains, governing by the graces of her charms 
and beauty, is in full bloom on the other side of 
the ocean. The first duty and first pride of au 
American husband consists in securing plcasaut 
idleness to liis wife and providing the expense 
of her toilet. There are many female office- 
holders in the United States, in the schools, in 
the public service, in the post-offlees, in the 
telegraph bureaus, aud even in the Government 
departments. They arc mostly unmarried, a 
state very frequent iu New England, which ri¬ 
vals Old England, so far as the surplus of her 
female population is concerned; they resign 
their positions when they marry. “ I shall not 
allow my wife to work,” Is the proud word of 
the husband, which at the same time involves 
the dependence of the wife. But, save an eman¬ 
cipation party formed uuderthc auspices of Mrs. 
Stanton, the American women submit wonder¬ 
fully well to their role of spoiled children, and 
THE TRAINING OF GIRLS 
The truth is that iu a human being, even from 
the physical point of view, it is rather a danger¬ 
ous thing to ignore the intellect and the emo¬ 
tions. Nature resents being ignored. If you 
do not cultivate her, she will assuredly avenge 
herself. If yon do not get whuat out of your 
piece of ground, she will abundantly give you 
tares. And there can be uo other rule expressly 
iuvented for the benefit of fashionable young 
women. Their moral nature, if nobody ever 
taught them to keep an eager eye upon it, la 
soon overgrown, either with flaunting poison 
plants, or at best with dull gray moss. The 
parent dreams that the daughter’s mind is all 
swept and garnished. Lo, there are Beven or 
any other number of devils that have entered in 
aud taken possession, more or less permanent. 
The human creature who has never been taugbt 
to take an Interest in what is right and whole¬ 
some will, in niucty-nine cases out of a hun¬ 
dred, take an interest in what is wrong and 
unwholesome. I'ou cannot keep minds in a 
state of vacuum. A girl, like anybody else, 
will obey the bent of the character which has 
been given either by the education ol design, or 
the more usual education of mere accidental 
experience. Everything depends, iu the ordi¬ 
nary course of things, upon the general view of 
the aims and objects of life, which you succeed, 
deliberately or by hazard, iu creating. A girl is 
not taught that marriage has grave, moral aud 
rational purposes, itself being no more thau a 
means. On the contrary, it is always figured in 
her eyes as an end, and as an end scarcely at all 
connected with a moral and rational companion¬ 
ship. It is, she fancies, the gate to some sort 
of paradise whose mysterious joys are not to be 
analyzed. She forgets that there are uo such 
results. The mind, the soul and the body all 
need to bo in health to enable a person to 
accomplish the beet of which he is capable. 
Weakness or feebleness In any part has Us influ¬ 
ence in weakening or enfeebling the action ol 
the rest; any one left out entirely must have a 
serious effect ou the economy of the whoLe. If 
a man gives all his efforts to acquiring physical 
health and strength, he may have a weak mind; 
and if a man devotes too much attention to 
cultivating his mental faculties, he may have a 
sickly body. If he gives no time to his soul or 
moral powers, he may fail of the proper discre¬ 
tion and discernment. 
A great mind without honesty or good in¬ 
tention may only lead to perversion. The best 
advantages without industry may be wasted. 
A large stock of knowledge may amount to 
nothing when there is not moral power enough 
to use it to advantage. Great abilities iu a trade 
was born 16th of September, 1840, at a misera¬ 
ble shanty situated on the Pampas of La Plata, 
when his father, and his mother too, battled for 
the Republic of Rio Grande. Garibaldi had 
gone during the morning to a neighboring town 
to purchase clothes for the mother and the ex¬ 
pected little stranger. On his return he heard 
the new born’s voice, and kissing his young 
wife, took the baby In his arms. “ W T hat shaU 
we call him?” said the mother. “Menotti,” 
replied the father; “better the name of a mar¬ 
tyr to liberty than a saint’s.” Surprised almost 
a few days after her accouchment by an attack 
day. He is always calm and smiling; is of the 
middle height, large shoulders, full of courage 
and boldness—a stoical soul in an iron body. 
OLD AGE WITHOUT RELIGION 
WIT AND WISDOM 
Alas! for him who grows old withoutgrowing 
wise, and to whom the future world does notset 
open her gates, when he is excluded by the pres¬ 
ent. The Lord deals so graciously with us iu the 
decline of life, that it is a shame to turn a deaf 
ear to the lessons which he gives. The eye be¬ 
comes dim, the tongue falters, the feel totter, 
all the senses refuse to do their office, and from 
every side resounds the call, i ‘ Set thine house in 
order, for the term of thy pilgrimage is at hand.’ 
The playmates of youth, the fellow-laborers of 
manhood, die away, and take the road before us. 
Old age Is like some quiet chamber, iu which, dis¬ 
connected from the visible world, we can pre¬ 
pare in silence for the world that is unseeu. 
When a robber takes life and money it may be 
called a purse-an'-ail attack. 
Ancient and modern Greece—Whale Oil aud 
Petroleum. 
Never indulge in what appears to be a little 
ein; it will harden the heart, and lead to greater. 
In matters of conscience, first thoughts are 
best. In matters of prudence, last thoughts are 
best. 
If a man is out of money he shows the least of 
it. When he is out of temper he shows the most 
of it. 
An, authority flows from reason, and ought to 
lose its force iu proportion as it deviates from its 
source. 
Tears at a wedding are only the commence¬ 
ment of the pickle that the young folks are get¬ 
ting into. 
A fool in high life is iike a man in a balloon 
evervbody appeal's little to him, and he appears 
little to everybody. 
One charge in £. lawyer’s bill against a client 
was, “for waking up in the night and thinking 
of your business—five dollars.” 
Every parent is like a looking glass for his 
children to dress themselves by. Therefore pa¬ 
rents should take care to keep the glass bright 
and clear. 
Amusing the Children.— A Boston clergy¬ 
man, who believes in amusements if properly 
conducted, says it is quite curious to note how 
many of our people hate attended the circus the 
past week, only because they wanted to “ please 
the children;” bat still more curious to observe 
that in very many instances it has taken two or 
three able-bodied men, with as many strong wo¬ 
men, to look ufter one darling little boy or girl. 
Dear is a pleasant adjective—my a pronoun of 
possession, implying that the being spoken of is 
one’s own, very own, property. We rather ob¬ 
ject to “dearest,” as a word implying compari¬ 
son, and, therefore never to be used where com¬ 
parison should not and could not exist. Witness, 
“ dearest mother,” or “ dearest wife,” as if a 
man had a plurality of mothers or wives, out of 
whom he chose the one he loved best. And as a 
general rule we dislike all ultra expressions of af¬ 
fection set down in ink. We once knew an hon¬ 
est gentleman, blessed with one of the tendercst 
hearts that ever uiau had, and which iu all his 
life was only given to one woman. He, his wife 
told d never, n their courtship days, 
writ : t her otherwise than as “My dear An¬ 
ne,” v: i i.t i; I'n 1 Your faithfully,” or “ Yours 
trul; . .i:hfol—trn*■- what more could he 
writ' or she desire? 
The Right Kind of Religion.—I want, says 
Uncle Nick, and we all want a religion that not 
only bears on the sinfulness of sin, but on the 
rascality of lying and stealing—a religion that 
banishes all small measures from the counters, 
small baskets from the stalls, pebbles from cot¬ 
ton bag, aud from sugar, chicory from coffee, 
alum from bread, lurd from butter, strychnine 
from wine, and water from milk cans. The re¬ 
ligion that is to advance the world, says Uncle 
Nick, will uot put all the big strawberries ana 
peaches on the top and all bad ones at the bot¬ 
tom, aud will not offer more baskets ot foreign 
wines than the vineyards ever produced in 
bottles. 
The sweetesi wives are those who possess the 
magic secret of being contented under any cir¬ 
cumstances. Rich or poor, high or low, it makes 
no difference; the bright little fountain of joy 
bubbles up just as musically in their hearts. 
There should be, methiuks, as little merit in 
loving a womau for her beauty as in loving a 
man for his prosperity, both being equally sub¬ 
ject to change. 
Never despond. Though the mid-day sun 
may be hidden from our eyes, we know that it is 
shining sereuely upon the upper surface of the 
cloud. 
