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MINNIE BELL. 
BY A. A. HOPKINS. 
Pretty' little Minnie Bell, 
With your winsome ways, 
Ever wooing by your cooing 
Fondest mother-praise, 
Ever getting, with your fretting 
Through the baby-days, 
Nearer, nearer still, and dearer 
To the mother-heart, 
Winning blessing- and careseings,— 
What a joy thou art! 
Charming little Minnie Bell, 
With your laughing eyes 
Brightly beaming, like the gleaming 
Jewels in the skies, 
In whose keeping, sweetly sleeping 
Soul of woman lies; 
Who is walking near you, talking 
Wondrous pleasant things, 
And beguiling you to smiling 
By the song he sings ? 
Saintly little Minnie Bell ! 
Are there pictures fair 
In your vision, sights elysian , 
We can never share? 
Faces fairer, beauty rarer 
Than do mortals wear ? 
Are you thinking—nodding, winking 
Fancies droll and quaint ? 
Are you etching pictures, sketching 
What no artists paint? 
Dainty little Minnie Bell. 
Standing on I he shore 
Of your being, little seeing 
That which lies before, 
Nothing caring for the faring 
Which is thine in store; 
Pretty rover, looking over 
Childhood's silver sea, 
Full of sweetness, Joy'8 completeness, 
All your dreams must he 1 
Darling little Minnie Bell. 
Heaven guide your feet 
Where adovvu the years to crown thee 
Girl and woman meet. 
Ever giving to your living 
Happiness complete.— 
Keep and guide you, what betide you. 
Wheresoe’er you stray, 
Till the Giver o’er the River 
Gently leads the way. 
And you wander over yonder 
In the Perfect Day! 
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Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
DRESS TRIMMINGS. 
The object of “trimming” is, evidently, to add 
something to the grace, richness, or beauty of a 
garment. A perfect trimming should combine all 
these requirements; and the garniture Of dress is 
more or less perfect as it fulfills, or fails to fulfill, 
these conditions. The beauty and elegance of a 
dress may be totally spoiled in effect by the use of 
too cheap, too abundant, or too glaring ribbons or 
lace. If the trimming of a garment is noticeable, 
to the exclusion of the form, material and color, be 
6iire it ia wrong. There is an elegance of simplicity 
and an elegance of rielmess, and when one has not 
the taste or means to obtain the latter, she may 
certainly attain the former. 
A velvet or ribbon of lighter shade, but the same 
color as the dress, is always tasteful; a girdle or 
belt is always becoming; black lace is elegance 
itself upon black, brown, gray or maroon. The 
most glaring faults of modern garniture of dress 
are seen in the abundance of ornament and glare of 
contrasting colors; they tdrike one, and all the rest 
of the dress is overlooked,—the pain of the blow 
only is remembered. 
if a young girl arranges her hair nicely, and places 
a rose among her silky curls, or a dark-haired 
maiden weaves a white lily among her raven tresses, 
she adds a new beauty to her loveliness, and the eye 
turns and returns from the face to the llower, and 
finds a new charm has been added; but if she place 
the same blooming flower in tangled, disarranged 
hair, the effect is either painful or ludicrous. So, 
the adornments of dress,—the collar, pin, ribbons 
and hair ornaments,—must all be so arranged upon 
the dress, and fitted to each other, as that each adds 
to the beauty and perfectness of the whole. Then, 
and then only, are the trimmings in pure, true taste. 
A lady’s general characteristics may almost invar¬ 
iably be determined from her ornameuts. Profuse 
and costly ribbons, lace and jewels, show extrava¬ 
gance of expenditure, love of admiration, and a 
tendency to prefer the glitter and tinsel of wealth 
to real worth and mental improvement. Sham 
jewels, and imitation laces, prove lack of money to 
support fine style, but a determination to make a 
show, —vauity, ignorance, pretence, untruth,—and 
a deficiency in all those beautiful and excellent 
traits which belong to true womanhood. 
Amilie Pettit. 
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MARRIAGE IN GREAT BRITAIN. 
According to a report of the Registrar-General of 
Great Britain of the women above the age of twenty 
in England and Wales, between 300,000 and 400,0M 
must remain single, on account of the actual excess 
of females over males. The number who are single 
is 1,537,000,—nearly all between twenty aud forty 
years of age. Fifty-eight per cent, of English 
women are married, three per cent, are widows, 
and thirty-nine per cent, are spinsters—two out of 
every five. These and other facts are wrought up 
by a writer in the North British Review, to show a 
sad state of things among the young; increase of 
luxury and self-indnlgence among the tuen, and of 
extravagance among the women; aud he predicts 
grave consequences—failing health and temper, idle 
lives, morbid extravagance in pleasure-seeking, de¬ 
terioration of manners and social morals, and other 
evils significant of decay in a community. 
T he Alphabet of Requisites for a Wife.—(Z f// 
an elderly bachelor.)—A wife should be amiable, art¬ 
less, affectionate, affable, accomplished, beautiful, 
benign, benevolent, chaste, charming, candid, cheer¬ 
ful. complaisant, charitable, civil, constant, dutiful, 
dignified, elegant, easy, engaging, entertaining, faith¬ 
ful, fond, faultless, free, good, graceful, generous, 
governable, good-humored, handsome, liurmless, 
healthy, heavenly-minded, intelligent, industrious, 
just, kind, liberal, lively, lovely, modest, merciful, 
mannerly, neat, notable, obedient, obliging, pretty, 
pleasing, peaceable, pure, quiet, righteous, social, 
submissive, sensible, temperate, true, Upright, virtu¬ 
ous, well-formed, young and zealous. 
OtiR homes are like instruments of music. The 
strings that give melody or discord are the members. 
If each is rightly attuned they will all vibrate in har¬ 
mony ; but a single discordant string jars through 
the instrument and destroys its sweetness. 
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THE MOTHER'S KISS. 
GOSSIPY PARAGRAPHS. 
It is said that there was a good deal of disappoint¬ 
ment in the galleries of Congress, the other day, up¬ 
on the appearance of the Lady Ambcrly, (wife of the 
son of Lord Russell,) because she did not wear a hun¬ 
dred thousand dollar dress, according to current ic- 
port, but was dressed in a quiet drab With a black 
velvet hut. Perhaps her ladyship was not unwilling 
to administer a much needed rebuke to the extrava¬ 
gance of the women—some ol them—of Democratic 
America, 
The Paris skating club want- its patroucsses to 
appear in uniform costume, and suggests the fol¬ 
lowing “ The dress, paletot and knickerbockers 
are to be of dark velvet trimmed with sable, the 
toque to match. Chinchilla fur, if the costume be 
of black velvet, grebe if it be of crimson velvet, 
and sable if of Mctternlch green, whatever that 
shade may be. Madame Katszzi, wife of the ex- 
minister of Italy, better known In Paris as Princess 
de Soltu, is to appear as Queen of the Ice in a Polish 
costume of black velvet, lined with violet satin and 
trimmed with chinchilla, a costume which she pur¬ 
chased for 2,000 francs ut the Universal Exposition.” 
A lady, who we suspect has been troubled by 
calls from young gentlemen having a habit of stay¬ 
ing late, and who very sensibly believes in keeping 
early hours, writes a most pertinent letter to them 
upon the subject, and closes by saying:—“Do not 
get angry, but the next time you come, be care¬ 
ful to keep within bounds. We want to rise early 
these pleasant mornings, and improve the shilling 
hours, but, when forced to be up at such unreasona¬ 
ble hours at night, exhausted nature will speak, and 
as a natural consequence, with the utmost speed in 
dressing, v e cau barely get, down to breakfast in 
time to escape a reprimand from papa, who don’t 
believe in beaux, as though he never was young—and 
a mild reproving glance from mamma, who under¬ 
stands a little better poor daughter's feelings, but 
must disapprove outwardly to keep up appearances.” 
The Washington newspaper correspondents had a 
pleasant time together not many evenings ago,—u 
good supper, speeches, toasts, <fcc.—and among the 
toasts offered was “ Woman.” The humorous Mark 
Twain responded to this, and among other felicitous 
remarks were these:—“I repeat, sir, that in what¬ 
soever position you place a woman she is an orna¬ 
ment to society and a treasure to the world. As a 
sweetheart site lias few equals and no superiors; as a 
cousin she is convenient; as a wealthy grandmother 
with an incurable distemper, she is precious; as a 
nurse she has no equal among men! Then let us 
cherish her—let us protect her—let us give her our 
support, our encouragement, our sympathy—our¬ 
selves, if we get a chance. But, jesting aside, wo¬ 
man Is lovable, gracious, kind of heart, beautiful— 
worthy of all respect, of all esteem, of all defer¬ 
ence. Not any here will refuse to drink her health 
right cordially, for each and every one of us has per¬ 
sonally known, and loved, and honored, the very 
best one of them all—his own mother!” 
Although our lady travelers are much laughed at 
because of a manifest propensity to carry large 
amounts of baggage, some of them are aide to take 
care of their own baggage, be it. much or little, and 
are not afraid Lo journey unattended. We find the 
proof of this in a Berlin paper, which says “ There 
is now ft party of seven young American ladies in 
this city who are traveling in Europe for pleasure. 
They belong to some of the first families in the 
Northern States, one of them being the daughter of 
a Governor, and are enormously rich, and come with 
letters of introduction to Mr. Bancroft, the U. 8. 
Minister, who has extended to them his fullest pro¬ 
tection. On the evening of their arrival from Ham¬ 
burg they sent for the head waiter of the hotel, who 
of course speaks English, and requested him to ac¬ 
company them to a concert. The knight of the 
kuife and fork, a very handsome man, easily obtained 
leave of absence for the evening, and dressed in the 
most elegant toilette lie could procure, gladly ac¬ 
companied the young ladies to the concert, where 
they, despite his strenuous opposition, paid both for 
their own tickets and his. They think of spending 
a month here to sec the sights, but the matter is 
much talked about and cannot be quite reconciled 
with European ideas of propriety.” We think wc 
should like to be an attache of the L 8. Legation at 
Berlin while the young ladies tarry there I 
Choice jfiUsccUaniL 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
DRIFTING. 
BY" GRACE U. SLOUGH. 
Softly', peacefully, out in the night, 
The silver stars are winging their flight; 
Beyond the clouds, in the pale night-sky, 
They are solemnly chanting fheir melody. 
Wildly, wildly Over the earth, 
Asleep in its dreamless and dreary dearth, 
Quivers the gale, and the winds that blow 
Are drifting the pure white waves of snow. 
Wildly they’re sweeping a down the hill, 
And thro’ the streets oi a city still: 
Above the quiet and pern hi I homes. 
Where hum of the busy world never comes. 
Where all the bright summer the breezes laughed, 
A spirit-sculptor now chisels a shall, 
And o’er golden head, and locks all white. 
The winds are drifting the snow to-night. 
Swiftly away o’er the surging deep, 
Above bright shells that in twilight sleep. 
Where the ocean-murmur rises and falls 
O’er the azure roofs of coralline halls, 
A white-robed ship is drifting far 
Away in the track or a mirrored star: 
Beneath the sky. and beneath the cloud. 
The winds Ibid ’round it a billowy shroud. 
Over the tide of the sea of life, 
’Mid clouds and darkness, 'mid storm and strife, 
Past fairy islands of blooming flowers, 
Where music is ringing in pleasant: bowers, 
A spirit-barque Is drifting now, 
And the angel of Time sits on its prow. 
While the years are falling forevermore. 
As the barque drifts on to the unknown shore. 
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Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
LIFE’S MUSIC. 
Have you ever lent a passing thought to the many 
beauties of Earth, made more enchanting by the 
joyous, soothing music of Nature? Truly “the 
earth is bursting with unwritten poems aud unut- 
tered songs.” Yes, there is music in life, music in 
the balmy breezes of spring, in the hoarse thunders 
of summer,—tender, mournful music in the sighing 
gales of autumn aud the snowy silence of winter. 
Joy and happiness are everywhere smiling upon you, 
whether you realize it or not; either the sunshine 
is blessiugyou with its long, golden fingers, or the 
showers are washing the unrest from your heart with 
their bright, pearly drops. When you are joyous all 
the air is laden with music, mild and passionate, or 
tender and low, wooing you to listen until your 
brain becomes giddy aud intoxicated. If you are hi 
sorrow there is always a silver liuing to the cloud, 
and above the turbulent roar of the waters, if you 
will but listen, you may hear the music of a sweet 
voice saying, “ He doeth all things well.” 
The murderer in his cell at midnight hears the 
musical echoes of a mother’s voice, os he so often 
heard it in the long ago, teachiug her little one the 
words of life. He turns his weary, aching eyes to 
the twinkiing stars that uod and beckon to him from 
his gloomy, grated window,—the »:uue stars that in 
childhood he loved so well, aud watched for so anx¬ 
iously in the long, gray twilight hours ; hut they have 
forsaken him now; they no longer commune with 
him, giving the silence of night a voice sweeter than 
the morning’s, soothing his fancied sorrows aud 
sharing his childish happiness; no more they remind 
him of the Babe, at wdiose birth the angels sang, 
“ Peace on earth, good will tow’urd mem” Their 
cold, silent,, glimmering faces only bring to him the 
mournful echoes of the reproachful music that the 
glaring sun of midday has sung to him ever since he 
committed the fearful error; and the hallowed mem¬ 
ory and midnight silence slugs to the music the hol¬ 
low, mocking story of what might have been. 
There was joyful music iu the angel voices that 
proclaimed to the Bethlehem shepherds Unit another 
beauty was added to life, that man had something 
more infinitely good and great to live for, and, if 
needs be, to die for. ’Twos u new star set in the 
heaveus for Others than the IN ise Men to follow, a 
greater reason why man should strive for Heaven, 
and another cause to give praise to the Father. The 
music has not died aw ay with the passing years; it 
still arrests the thoughtless, soothes the penitent, 
guides the living, and comforts the dying. When 
the cold waves of Jordan’s waters roll over their 
shrinking, trembling feet, it brings to them the music 
of a Father’s voice, welcoming them home to the 
great Hereafter. Mildred Thorne. 
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THE ART OF NOT HEARING. 
TnE art of not hearing is fully as important to 
domestic happiness as a cultivated ear for which so 
much money and time arc expended. There are so 
many things which it, is painful to hear, many of 
which If heard will disturb the temper, and detract 
from contentment and happiness, that every one 
should be educated to take in or shut out sounds at 
will 
If a man falls into a violent passion and ealls me 
all manner of names, the first word shuts my ears, 
and I hear no more, if, in my quiet voyage of life, 
I am caught in one of those domestic whirlwinds of 
scolding, I shut my ears, as a sailor would furl his 
satis, and, making all tight, scud before the gale, 
if a hot and restless man begins to Inflame my feel¬ 
ings, 1 consider what mischief these sparks may do 
in the magazine below, where my temper is kept, 
and instantly close the door. 
Does a gadding, mischief-making fellow begin to 
inform me what, people are saying about mo, down 
drops the portcullis of my ear, and he cannot get in 
any further. Some people feel very anxious to hear 
everything that will vex or annoy them. If it is 
hiuted lliut any one has spoken ill of them, they set 
about searching and finding out. If all the petty 
things said of one by heedless or ill-natured idlers 
were to be brought home to him, he would become 
a mere walking pin-cushion, stuck full of sharp re¬ 
marks. T should as soon thauk a man for emptying 
on my bed a bushel of nettles, or setting loose a 
swarm of mosquitoes In my chamber, or raising a 
pungent dust in my house generally, as to bring 
upon me all the tattle of spiteful people. If you 
would be happy when among good men, open your 
ears; when among bad, shut them. It is not worth 
your while to hear what your servants say xvhcu 
they are angry; wliat your children say after they 
slam the door; what a beggar says whose peti¬ 
tion you have rejected; what your neighbors say 
about your children; ivhat your rivals say about 
your business or dress. 
I have noticed that a well-bred woman never hears 
an impertinent or vulgar remark. 
A kind of discreet deafness saves one from many 
insults, from much blame, from not a little apparent 
connivance in dishonorable conversation.— Selected. 
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IN OLD WESTMINSTER HALL. 
The old Westminster Hall—the scene of the great 
State trials—though vacant ami wanting in the em¬ 
bellishment. which overloads many of the other 
rooms, was to us the most interesting part of West¬ 
minster palace, and as we stood on the broad stair¬ 
case it became thronged to the imagination with the 
thrilling histories which have been enacted here. 
As in the British museum, the bust of Julius Caesar 
impressed me most of all that I saw there, so the 
face of WilUam Pitt, as he stands the admitted chief 
among the greatest spore of England’s publicists 
whose marble statues line cither side of the entrance 
hall that leads from old Westminster, impressed me 
more than any Other object, whether connected 
with the past or present. The presence of the 
“ great commoner” seemed to pervade all places. 
How all the titles which birth or sovereignty can 
confer become insignificant in comparison with the 
great name with which the nation crowned the great 
statesman and orator. A peerage for such a man 
would have been only like ft gotliie spire for Mont 
Blanc—insignificant aud unnoticed. 
Tnc two great frescoes in the great hall between 
the Houses of Commons and of Peers—one of the 
death of Nelson, and the other Of the meeting be¬ 
tween Wellington aud Blneher, after the battle of 
Waterloo,—are very grand. They are immense in 
dimensions, and very effective. Ah, pale lips of 
dying Nelson! I heard them faintly murmuring, 
“ Kiss me, Hardy.” There is a stern aud awful ma¬ 
jesty of gratitude and joy on the faces of Welling¬ 
ton and Bluchcr, as they press each other’s hands in 
the moment of desperate aud reeking victory, that 
is deeper than exultation; and the same characteris¬ 
tic is spread over the battle-blackened visages of the 
soldiers, as they press forward to this memorable 
meeting of military notabilities .—London Cor. Watch¬ 
man db Reflector. 
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SANDWICHES. 
A monstrous fiction—Liebig. 
The diet of worms—the grave. 
An animated mineral—Dr. Living-stone. 
A Quaker meeting—the meeting of friends. 
The annual kingdom—a lion that can’t roar. 
W iu t can you name without breaking it ? Silence. 
When is silence likely to get wet ? When it reigns. 
When is a house like a bird? When it has a wing. 
Rake mineral- water—a diamond of the first water. 
Three things to be contended for—honor, country 
and friends. 
For our present receivings we shall be brought to 
future reckonings. 
Tuk reason we admire pretty feet—because all’s 
well that ends well. 
A man’s life is too long when he outlives his char¬ 
acter and his health. 
SPEECH Is silver but silence gold. Hence the ex¬ 
pression, hush-money. 
Men, like hooks, have at each end a blank leaf- 
childhood aud old age. 
Why are Odd Fellows like sausages? Because 
they are linked together. 
Carpenters should be looked after—many of 
them are counter-fitters. 
Children have dolls aud men have i-dols, and the 
“1” is generally the doll. 
We hear a great deal of the body of an argument; 
but its spirit is vastly preferable. 
Twenty-four grains make one penncyweigkt. 
One dram makes tifteeu pennies go. 
Childhood— The finger of God upon our brow, 
gradually removed by the hand of time. 
Peace is the evening star of the soul, as virtue is 
its sun, aud the two are uever far apart. 
Memory is not so brilliant as hope, but is almost 
as beautiful, aud a thousand times as true. 
God hath given to mankind a common library— 
His works ; aud to every man a book—himself. 
There were not righteous people enough iu Sod¬ 
om to save it, but there waa a pretty good Lot 
Open your heart to sympathy, but close it to de¬ 
spondency. The flower which opens to receive the 
dew shuts against the rain. 
En.ioy the blessings of this day if God sends them; 
aud the evils bear patiently and sweetly. For this 
day only is ours ; we are dead to yesterday, aud we 
are not bom to to-morrow. 
JMbath cadiiuj. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
“LORD. IS IT IP” 
8 t Mask, 14: 19. 
Abound their Lord the Apostles stood; 
• With grief their sad hearts overflowed 
That their beloved Lord should say— 
“Soon one of you shall mo betray.” 
Pressing to Him. with tearful eye. 
They questioned each, “ I.ord, is it I?” 
Unknowing that their hearts He read, 
And unbelieving that the deed 
Were possible, to those who loved 
Their Lord, aud their affection proved 
By leaving all the world behind, 
Eternal life through Him to find; 
Unknowing w T liat the tempter’s power 
Would be, when came their trial-hour. * 
So we, with sorrowing voice, would say 
In this. the. later gospel day,— 
'* Lord, is it I, who now by sin 
Betray my risen Christ again? 
Lord, is it I, strive as 1 may, 
Who grieves the Holy One away?” 
Trusting in our mvn strength we fall, 
But Thou, dear Lord, canst give ns all 
The help we nood. O make us strong 
When dire temptations round us throng; 
O keep us safely by Thy love, 
As thro' life’s stormy scenes we move. 
Elkhom, Wis., Jan., 1868. b. c. d. 
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PATIENCE AND TEMPERANCE. 
n. peter 1; 5-7. 
Patience— a meek endurance of the wrong doings 
and weaknesses of others—is an essential trait in 
symmetry of character. Tins gentle and lovely 
grace is impressively commended to our cultivation 
by the words and example of I,be Saviour. “Come 
unto me, for I am meek,” ie his winning call. 
When he was reviled, he reviled not again; and 
When expiring upou the cross for ub, that wondrous 
prayer, “Father, forgive them,” shows how He, the 
perfect One, could hear with the wrongs of men. 
This meek endurance of outrage ia difficult of 
attainment by even the most advanced Christian; 
for the more perfect he is, the more acute is his 
perception of sin in others as well as iu lnmself, and 
the more active his sense of disapprobation. Yet 
when patience has its “perfect work,” he must 
meekly endure the glaring defects, gross inconsis¬ 
tencies, and even the flagrant sins of those around 
him. He may reprove the sin, but must regard 
compassionately the Binning one. 
Such is the patience required in the canon. But 
i- there not. danger here that, while the Christian 
regards so tolerantly the sinner, he may forget the 
heinousness of Ike sin ? While preserving his soul 
in equanimity amidst the thousand follies and foi¬ 
bles of professing Christians, may he uol find his 
own heart grow less sensitive to wrong, hi- spiritual 
perceptions lose their vivacity, and his judgments 
conform too closely to the standard of the world? 
Unless we greatly misjudge, many of the most meek 
and in other respects faultless Christians allow their 
patience towards their erring brethren to degenerate 
into a toleration of their errors. In their gentle- 
uoss they excuse and palliate and apologize for the 
wandering brother, until they lose sight of the 
odiousness and siufnluess of his conduct. To pre¬ 
vent this excess of toleration, they need an ad¬ 
ditional grace which will keep them iu close 
communion with the Spirit Of Holiness, and lead 
them to regard sin a* God doe-. To effect this, they 
must add to patience godlinesn.—American .Vemnijer. 
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Trials and Temptations. —To be tempted is to 
be tried. Trial develops strength and matures prin¬ 
ciple. Christ forewarned His disciples of the trials 
they would be necessitated to bear, and called such 
ones blessed. The apostle James says, ‘Blessed is 
the man that cudurcth temptation.” The blessed¬ 
ness is not in the endurance of trials, but in the 
final results thereby secured; “for when he is tried 
he ffiall receive the crown of life." Such tliiugs are 
inevitable. Norn: are exempt. Christian, meet 
them, meet them calmly, helievingly, submissively, 
heroically, Christ-like. Are the robes made white 
without the great tribulation ? The blessed ones 
above, whose voices are ever uttering joy, gained 
the promised crown only by hearing the cross. No 
cross, no crown. No action, no reward. The one 
is a sure guarantee of the other. The battle fought, 
the faith kept, makes certain the reserved glory and 
immortality. 
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Character and Refutation.—A Western pastor 
having w ritten a reply to some malignunt newspaper 
attacks, sent, it to a friend to he submitted to Dr. 
Wayland for his advice. The doctor read the arti¬ 
cle, considered it for a few moments, and said, in 
substance, “Tell brother-to take no notice of 
the attacks. A man’s character will take care of his 
reputation , and he need not fear the malicious at¬ 
tacks of his enemies. It Is never well for a man 
publicly to vindicate himself from charges which 
the whole tenor of his life contradicts. Those who 
know the man do uot. need the vindication, and 
those who don’t know him will not care euough 
about it to read what he may write.” Our minister¬ 
ing friend said he had lived loug euough to be more 
thankful than he could express for the advice then 
given. 
Power of Prayer.— Prayer is the key of heaven, 
and faith is the baud that turns it. We cry, Abba, 
Father. “ We ery,”—there is the fervency. “ Abba, 
Father,”—there is the faith. Fervency iu prayer is 
as fire to the incense; it makes it ascend to heaven 
as a sweet perfume. To induce believers to pray iu 
faith, let them remember the bountl fulness of God ; 
He often exceeds the prayers of His people. Hannah 
asked for a son; God gave her not only a son, but a 
prophet. Solomon asked wisdom; God gave him 
not only wisdom, but riches aud honor beside. Jacob 
asked that God would give him food aud raiment; 
but the Lord increased his riches to two hands. 
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Tuk Word “Believe.” — “I am no scholar, sir,” 
said an old man to me in a Hampshire workhouse; 
“ I have taught myself the last fifteen years, and 
now I can read a good bit of the Bible; but 1 can’t 
make out all the big words, you know, sir. Ah! 
sir, that word ‘believe!’ that is a great word with 
me—it is every tliiug to me; aud as fur as I can 
make out, there is uo other way of getting to Jesus. 
He says, ‘Come unto Me;’ aud, thank God, 1 am 
very happy iu coming to Him, by believing that lie 
died for uie, and that ‘ He washed all my sins away.’ ” 
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Wukn a man lives with God life voice shall be as 
sweet as the murmur of the brook and the rustle of 
the corn.— Emerson. 
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Heaven rarely grants to the same man the gift 
of thinking well, speaking well aud acting well at 
all times. 
