CONSOLATION. 
Thebe is a day of sunny rest 
For every dark and troubled night, 
And grief may bide an evening guest, 
But joy sbail come with early light. 
For God hath marked each sorrowing day 
And numbered every secret tear, 
And heaven's long age of bliss shall pay 
For all His children suffer here.— Bryant. 
Yet love will dream, and faith will trust, 
That somehow, somewhere meet we must. 
Alas for him who never sees 
The stars shine through his cypress trees; 
Who hath not learned in hours of faith, 
The trnth to flesh and sense unknown, 
That life is ever Lord of death, 
And love can ne ver lose its own — Whittier. 
BY ROBERT BUCHANAN 
gain, my love, When the green leaves come a - gain 
Snip, yes, slip your skein, my Kitty, 
O'er my hands, and wind, and wind. 
All the while, with little pity. 
Tangling, tangling, heart and mind; 
Kitty! eyes upon the wooir 
Not on me, my beautiful 1 
Now drop your eyes completely, 
Winding, windiDg dreamily; 
Wherefore, wherefore smile so sweetly 
On a thing that cannot see? 
If you must smile, smile this way 1 
I will bear it as T may! 
Ah t the rosebud Augers flitting 
Swift abont the colored ball l 
How my heart beats time, while sitting 
Still, I try to bear it all; 
Kitty, do you know or care 
’Tis my heart you’re winding there ? 
Kitty, T am in a vision ! 
All the world to mist doth die; 
Only in an air Elysian, 
Little fairy Ungers fly. 
Surely, if they flit too near, 
I shall catch and kiss them, dear t 
Tangled ! pout not, frown not, Kitty! 
Though I gladly bear the paiu; 
For your anger is so pretty, 
It may make me sin again. 
There 1 Tis well I Now wind and wind, 
Tangling further heart aud mind! 
Now, ‘tis done 1 the last thread lingers 
Sadly from me, slow to part; 
Canst thou see that in my Angers, 
I am holding up my heart? 
Wind and wind! I do not care! 
Smile or frown! and I will bear! 
Ah! so fast and quick you wind it, 
I no more can keep M> mine : 
Do yon wonder that yon And it 
Throbbing now close, close to thine? 
Tangled, tangled are the twain; 
Kiss, kiss, kiss them free again! 
1. When the green leaves come a 
face, When the green leaves, When the green leaves, When the green leaves come a - gain. 
on a dark and cloud - y 
Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker 
BY MRS. H. M. LINCOLN. 
I was weary. Cares had increased, and trials 
multiplied through the day until I had fancied rest 
would be sweeter than ever before. Thinking thus, 
I laid me down to gather new strength. I was half 
lost in dreamy unconsciousness when two dimpled 
bands were laid lovingly on my face. I threw my 
arms about the precious sleeper, murmuring a 
mother’s love in the heavy ears, and kissing the 
sweet lips as they breathed out the perfume of 
purity. A voice seemed whispering to me the 
while: — “ Mother, have you so soon forgotten how 
sorely your patience has been tried to-day? Have 
you the same tenderness for your boy as though he 
had never made you so anxious ? ” 
I had not forgotten,— no, I remembered how my 
head had pained me all day, and how this my boy 
had seemed the very embodiment of mischief. First, 
mamma’s house plants must be salted, to kill the 
worms; then the bird’s cage must be. reached and 
the cups turned about, so birdie might not “ hurt his 
appetite.” Old pussy must he treated to ae.old bath, 
and everything in general attended to, after which, 
succeeded a little quiet I thought I might rest my 
head awhile before another outburst of fun, so gath¬ 
ering the pillows about me, I indulged in thoughts of 
a nap. Thelittle mischief nestled down beside me, 
pitied me sweetly, pressed his cool hands on my 
throbbing temples, smoothed back the stray locks 
from my forehead, brought another pillow and I 
rested nicely. 
But this new opportunity for sport was soon im¬ 
proved. The playful puppy was called in to see 
mamma sleep, aud back aud forth, up and down, the 
two bounded, and then settled down on the vacant 
corner of the couch “for a drowse.” A moment 
more and the two were in motion again. The next 
thing that presented itself was an apple, pressed 
(Irmly against my lips. I half opened my eyes, and 
the rogue says, “Mamma, tat© a bite!” This was 
repeated often, each time the apple being pressed 
more lirrnly on my obstinate lips. ’Twas thejast 
I remembered for ten minutes, then I sprang up 
quickly, as a comb was pulled vigorously through 
my hair. An explanation follows which ought to 
have been satisfactory. “Mamma’s hair wus un- 
smoothed and should be combed.” So the day had 
passed, and now I was pressing to my heart my boy, 
with unutterable fondness, forgetting my cares, and 
losing sight of the trials that had made me so weary, 
loving just as fondly this little one who had indeed, 
tested my patience. All parents have cause to know 
how greatly they need forbearance. They may try 
to train up their children iu the way they should go, 
and fail often. When they need to be determined 
and firm, they may be too lenient. When their chil¬ 
dren do no willful deeds that call for chastisement, 
how greatly even thou, do they need patience. While 
children bring to them the sweetest and purest pleas¬ 
ure, they bring too, untold anxiety. Day aud night, 
true parental love watches these objects of affection. 
Their unselfish regard is the truest pledge of their 
devotion. If we, then, being evil, know how to give 
good gifts to our children, how much more does our 
Father which is in heaven. 
As I remembered this, sweet thoughts came to me 
of His loving kindness and tender mercy. Long 
years we may have grieved J lis Spirit, long years re¬ 
fused Him entrance to our hearts, aud yet how amaz¬ 
ing has been His kindness! Aud even after our 
adoption into His heavenly family have we always 
followed His commands ? Have wc not caused in¬ 
tercession to be made for us ? Has not Jests pleaded 
with the Father to spare us a little longer ? O, how 
wondrous and amazing the love He hath bestowed 
on us. Daily we may have wandered from our 
Father’s house and fed on the husks of vanity. Daily 
we may have denied our Lord, but did lie with¬ 
hold one blessing from us ? Was not His forbearance 
very great ? As we bowed before Him and plead for 
pardon with humility, did lie refuse to hear us? 
Ah, no; He stretched forth His hand to lead us; 
He smiled to welcome the prodigal to His house 
agaiu. Every day of our lives, God gives to us a 
blessed example of forbearance to show us our duty 
towards our children. While He has given us a 
heavenly teacher,— even Jesus, well may lie enjoin 
ou us this sacred obligation: —“ Train up a child in 
the way he should go, and when he is old he will 
not depart from it.” 
Canandaigua, N. Y., .Tan,, 1868. 
4. Nay, lift up your thankful eyes, my love! 
Thinking less of grief or pain ; 
For as long as hill and vale shall last 
Will the green leaves come again. 
2. Ah, the spring will still be like the last. 
Of its promise false and vain ; 
And the summer die in winter s arms, 
Ere tile green leaves came again. 
3. So the seasons pass, and so our lives 
Yet I never will complain ; 
But 1 sigh, while yet I know not why— 
When the green leaves come again. 
5. Sure as earth lives under winter's snow, 
Sure as love lives under pain,— 
It is good to sing with every thing, 
When the green leuves come again. 
[, From, Song Garden., Second Book , published by Mason Brothers 
Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorkes, 
LITTLE SUNBEAMS. 
and we have but to say, in conclusion, in all the 
seriousness of our present humorous mood, and 
having in mind the fact, as stated in an English 
journal, that there are 1 , 230,000 unmarried women 
between the ages of twenty aud forty, when there 
should be only 400,000,—ladies of the single estate, 
claim your prerogative! 
I heard a tiny snow-bird chirping the other day, 
and it seemed to carry me away back to the bright, 
glad summer-time—and I was listening again to the 
songs of bird-love that thrilled all those warm, 
eunuy days, and lo the clear, sweet laughter of 
dimpled rills as they plashed over the stones. And 
then I thought how we all might bring a sunbeam 
from the. warm, golden summer of our lives, and 
fling it where it would cast a bright gleam over 
some tired heart’s dark mid-winter, making it 
happy, just as that tiny bird sent a thrill of gladness 
all over my heart. 
There are weary souls whose gushing rills of joy 
are all ice-bound by sorrow and neglect. Can we 
not send some warm, balmy breeze of kindness to 
melt all the snows away ? Only a smile, or a loving 
word, and God will bless you, and the watching 
angels will be glad. Grace G. Slougil 
VALENTINES.—MODEL SPECIMEN 
February 14th is a gala-day for poets. Then 
Poesy numbers her votaries arnoug all classes, aud 
the disease of rhyming, in its acute form, attacks 
thousands who are afflicted thereby only once a 
year. During a week previous stationery stores are 
besieged by anxious S'-archers after winged Cupids, 
and it is well worth one’s while to devote an after¬ 
noon to studying the faces of the crowds of pur 
chasers. 
Here we see a great, ungain growth of young 
manhood, rough and unpolished, looking at a beau¬ 
tifully embossed bit of paper, silvered and gilt, 
ou which are a few daintily expressed verses ad¬ 
dressed “ To Cornelia. ” Hough as he is, and 
coarse, we feel that he will put somewhat of an 
honest heart into the privileged message, and that 
“ Cornelia” should prize the offering. Beside him 
stands an elegantly dressed youth, refined iu manner 
aud address, selecting a superb tribute to his “ Mi¬ 
nerva further on a pensive looking one lias pur¬ 
chased half a quire of “ French note,” and will 
devote six full hours to inditing a poem suitable to 
the occasion aud his feelings; while a merry lass at 
hie elbow, with eyes brim fu II of fun, grasps eagerly 
at a comical picture, speedily put out of sight, 
which she wickedly iuteuds sending to that awk¬ 
ward, would-be lover whom she never tires of 
teasing. For the girls claim privileges under St. 
Valentine, and generally as a means of amusement. 
In the time spent at the stationer’s we shall see 
many curious faces, an,d may gratify our fancy by- 
looking at Valentines in endless variety. Those in 
verse will rhyme “love” with “dove,” “heart” 
with “part," etcetera, &c., and about all will be 
in verse, we may safely calculate. When Love goes 
abroad it rarely fails to ride in a vehicle of rhyme, 
whose motion is all rhythm. This is very appro¬ 
priate, of course, — but the arrangement may be 
profitably varied, For the benefit of all swains uot 
thoroughly versed iu rhythmic art, yet desirous of 
sending something in their own chirography to their 
souls’ idols, we append a model valentine in prose. 
It is cut from an old publication, aud we feel confi¬ 
dent will surpass any later-day efforts which can be 
obtained at the bookstores, being sensible and to 
the point: 
“Emboldened by the license afforded by the day, 
I have ventured to beg you to be my companion in 
a journey I propose taking. But as, if you accept 
my invitation, it may be an important event in your 
life, it will be but justice to give you some informa¬ 
tion as to the character of your ride. 
“ The vehicle, in which I would go, is called Matri¬ 
mony. We will drive aloug the road of Life. My 
horse is an old grey steed, named Time, and he is a 
rapid courser. Having ascended this vehicle by 
steps called Love, fashioned by a cunning artificer, 
Cupid by name, the door will be closed upon us by 
a Clergyman, and he will lock the door aud throw¬ 
away the key. We shall fiud in the road certain 
rough places, caused by the stones aud roots of sel- 
lishuess, pride, vanity and temper, which have never 
been entirely removed from the pathway of life. 
That w T e may get over these without injury, the car¬ 
riage is provided with springs of Mutual AUectiou, 
which assist most wonderfully in softening every 
jolt, aud, iudecd, if we keep these springs well 
oiled with Sympathy of mind, our whole journey 
will be as pleasant as we can desire! 
41 The vehicle is also furnished with glasses called 
Cheerfulness or Content, which we may draw up if 
assailed by storms of adversity. Moreover, the whole 
landscape looks pleasant through the medium of 
these glasses, such is their magical power. 
“At some points along the way, we shall be in 
doubt which path to take, aud shall be met by two 
individuals, Duty aud Inclination, who may direet 
us differently. To assist in such dilemmas, the Ruler 
of the country through which the road runs has pub¬ 
lished a Guide-Book, containing rules for such cases, 
together with many other valuable directions about 
the road and as to the manner of keeping the vehi¬ 
cle in good repair, (for the road is a long one.) More¬ 
over, if we follow aright the directions of the Book, 
our journey will terminate at the portals of a beau¬ 
tiful region, lovely as Paradise, to which we shall be 
admitted by a porter whose name is Death. Whereas, 
if we neglect the rules of our Guide, our road will 
infallibly lead into a region of darkness. 
“ It is in the hope that yon will assist me in Inter¬ 
preting this Book, that I now invite you to accom¬ 
pany me. I faithfully promise that your safety and 
happiness shall be my first and constant care, and I 
hope that my efforts will be successful, as in what¬ 
ever I do I am always happy. 
“ Ever your devoted, Valentine.” 
The winter bonnets are models of artistic skill. 
White bonnets are much worn, not only at eveuing 
entertainments, opera aud theater, but are fashiona¬ 
ble on all dress occasions. 
A pretty bonnet of white material is noticeable 
for the chasteness of its style. It has a slight 
crown, with a narrow, standing front. The ma¬ 
terial is plain in the center, but has four plaits on 
each side, running from the edge of the front to the 
back of the crown. A band of Bismarck velvet 
covers the joining of the frout aud crown, crossing 
the edge of the latter. This is the only outside 
decoration, aud a fall of uarrow blond, a spray of 
forget-me-nots, form the inside trimming. The 
strings are white. 
A pretty bonnet for eveuing Is of pink tulle, 
shirred over a Fanchon shape, with a slight point in 
front, and edged with narrow blonde and charming 
wide pink strings. Worn by a brunette, it is ex¬ 
ceedingly becoming. 
A handsome carriage bonnet is of golden brown 
velvet, edged with white blonde, plaited full at the 
back, and having a cluster of brilliant flowers in 
front. A black velvet has a fall of black point lace 
depending from the crown, a duster of white velvet 
leaves iu front, and scarfs of velvet' edged with white 
blonde falling at the side. Black velvet bonnets 
made plain, with no outside trimming but a fold or 
two, and a bandeau of some bright color or a spray 
of flowers, are chaste and pretty. 
In round hats, the “sensation” shape is, perhaps, 
most worn. It has a long crown and narrow, 
drooping brim, slightly rolled at the 6ides. The 
turban shape also has many admirers, and there is 
always such a variety of styles that each particular 
fancy may be suited.—A. l r . Fashion Cor. 
By some good fortune—(so wc hope the young 
ladies will consider it,)—we have fallen upon ’the 
following ancient Saxon law: 
“Albeit, as often as leape yeare dothe occure, the 
woman holdeth prerogative over the menne in mat¬ 
ter of courtshipc, love, and matrimonee; so that 
when the ladic proposeth it shall not be lawful for 
menne to say her nac, but shall receive her proposal 
in all good eourtisie.” 
To our knowledge this has never been repealed, 
and is therefore as much in force now as it was cen¬ 
turies ago. Wc moke haste, then, to congratulate 
unmarried lady-readers of the Rural upon the 
existence of such a statute. Will they take heart 
with the hiut, and lay earnest seige to bachelordom? 
Why should they not? Surely this matrimonial 
affair is uot so one-sided that the gentlemen are 
nhnavs to claim the emoluments! Let not our 
ARCTIC OUT-DOOR LIFE 
The Toledo Commercial publishes a letter written 
by one of the late telegraphic expedition to Siberia. 
The writer says:—“You say you cannot imagine 
how we live in such a climate. I couldn’t until I 
tried it. I didn't believe that it would be possible 
for me to lie out on the 6Uow without shelter in 
a temperature of even 20° below zero, and repeat¬ 
edly in 45'. One of Bush’s parties, in February of 
tiffs year, passed the night on an open, barren steppe 
with their spirit thermometer standing 68° below 
zero, or 100° below the freezing point. Qucksil 
ver they moulded into solid bullets with four min¬ 
utes’ exposure to the air. It’s true they didn’t dare 
go to sleep that night,—but J believe that had they 
been properly fitted out with heavy furs and wolf¬ 
skin sleeping bags to tie up tightly over the head, 
they might have done it with perfect safety. I’m 
afraid you would think that I was availing myself of 
a traveler’s privilege, aDd relating a very large 
“ yarn,” if I told you how comfortably 1 have slept 
on the snow in temperatures of 35, 40 and 45° below. 
We are obliged to sleep in fur bags, of course, with 
our faces entirely covered, aud to take the utmost 
care to have our fur stockings perfectly dry,—but I 
have slept in that way through the long Arctic 
nights as comfortably as ever 1 did in abed at home. 
From September, 1805, uutil I came aboard the 
4 Onward’ a few weeks ago, 1 never slept in a bed or 
on anything softer than the snow or a board. So 
you can imagine that the sensation was a curious 
one.’’ 
opinion leap year ought to come twice as often as it 
does. All agree that “popping the question” is 
tressed by, absolutely unyielding rejections every 
day. Only give us a chance, now aud then, to say 
“No” or, more qualitiedly, “Really this is quite 
unexpected,” or, “You completely surprise me, 
give me time to consider,” aud see if ante-matri¬ 
monial felicities do uot take on a new guise! 
Now, girls, (don’t begin to pout your pretty lips,) 
we have an idea that if you could experience all 
the disagreeable sensations which you force upon 
the gentlemen, you would not say “Nac,” as you 
frequently do, just for the fun of hearing it. Con¬ 
sequently, if the right to speak the important little 
monosyllable were given to us, and we could con¬ 
scientiously forget the golden rule awhile, don’t you 
think we could impart a lesson not wholly unde¬ 
served? Of course you never happened to think of 
this in exactly this light. You have taken a pecu 
liar pleasure in various little remarks hinging upon 
the monosyllable aforesaid, with never a serious 
thought of the reverse of pleasure which they car¬ 
ried to masculine hearts. Stop and think a bit, 
now that you arc being congratulated npon the leap 
year come. Transpose the golden rule so it shall 
read—“Let others do to me even as I have done 
unto them,” and very little of good will the advan¬ 
tageous twelve-month bring to you. Ringing in 
your ears will be direful monosyllabic echoes; the 
obosts of questions negatively answered in days 
gone by will haunt you; and you will constantly 
fanev vourselves listening to negatives that are far 
A WORD FOR WIVES. 
Little wives ! if ever a hull-suppressed sigh finds 
place with you, or a half-unloving word escapes you 
to the husband whom you love, let your heart go 
back to some tender word in those first love days ; 
remember how you loved him then, how tenderly 
he wooed you, how timidly you responded; and if 
you can feel that you have not grown unworthy, 
trust him for the same good love now. If you do 
feel that you have become less loveable and attraet- 
tive than you then were, turn—by all that you love 
ou earth or hope for in heaven —tarn back, and be 
the pattern of loveliness that won him; be the 
“dear one” your attractions made you then. Be 
the gentle, loving, winning maiden still; aud doubt 
uot, the lover you admired will live forever in your 
husband. Nestle by his side, cling to his love, and 
let his confidence iu you never fail; and my word 
for it, the husband will be dearer than the lover 
ever was. Above all things, do not forget the love 
he gave you first. 
The Asiatic has no ear aud no soul for music. 
Like other savages and children, he loves a noise, 
and he plays ou shrill pipes—ou the tarabuka, on 
the tar or tamboriue, aud a sharp, one-stringed 
fiddle, or rahaL Of course in your first oriental 
day, yon will decline no invitation, but you will 
grow gradually deaf to all entreaties of friends or 
dragomen, to sally forth and hear music, You will 
remind him that you did not come to the East to go 
to Bedlam. The want of music is not strange, for 
silence is natural to the East and the tropics. 
When sitting quietly at home in midsummer, sweep¬ 
ing ever sunward in the glowing heats, we at length 
reach the tropics in the fixed fervor of a July 
noon; the day is rapt, the birds aud wind are still, 
and the burning sun glares silence on the world. 
The Orieut is that primeval and perpetual noon, 
that the very heat explains to you the voluptuous 
elaboration of its architecture, the brilliance of its 
costume, the pictareequeuess of its life. But no 
Mozart was needed to sow Persian gardens with 
roses breathing love and beauty; no Beethoven to 
build Himalayas; no Rossini to sparkle and sing 
with the birds aDd streams. Those realities are 
there of which the composers are the poets to west¬ 
ern imaginations. In the East you see and feel 
music; but bear it never. 
OUR SPICE BOX. 
Woman’s sphere—hem-isphere. 
Light infantry—Babes in arms. 
An imperious Caesar—The Sheriff 
A sour parent—Mother in vinegar. 
A woman’s greatest pet—Ill humor. 
A thorough washerwoman—Sal Soda. 
Women of iron constitution—dumb belles. 
A woman’s cause for all her actions—Because. 
What is the beat color for a good action ? Dun. 
How would you measure your lover’6 sincerity ? 
By his 6ighs. 
When we make an idol of a woman, she usually 
becomes idle. 
It is well that virtue is its own reward, for it rare¬ 
ly obtains any other. 
What contains more feet in winter than in sum¬ 
mer ? A skating rink. 
The kind of bonbons Eugenie gives to i.ouis Na¬ 
poleon—French kisses. 
“Judy” advises unmarried ladies with indepen¬ 
dent resources to husband them. 
Why does the new moon remind one of a giddy 
girl ? Because she is too young to show much reflec¬ 
tion. 
Those who support Ritualism contend very plau¬ 
sibly that all they desire in church matters ia to have 
their rites. 
Mrs. Ann S. Stephens thinks a lady’s man is per¬ 
fectly contemptible—a handful of foam drifting over 
the wine of life. 
There is a comfort in the strength of Ipve. ’Twill 
make a thing endurable, which else would overset 
the braiu or break the heart.— Woodworth. 
A Beautiful Sentiment.— Dr. Chalmers beauti¬ 
fully says:— 44 The little that 1 have seen in the 
world and known of the history of mauldud, teaches 
me to look upon their errors in sorrow, uot in anger. 
When I take the history of one poor heart that has 
sinned and 6uflered, and represent to myself the 
struggles and temptations it passed; through the 
brief pulsations of joy; the team of regret; the fee¬ 
bleness of purpose; the scorn of the world that has 
little charity; the desolation of the soul’8 sanctu¬ 
ary, and threatening voices within; health gone, 
happiness goue; I would fain leave the erring soul 
of my fellow man with Him from whose hands it 
came.” 
Formation op Character. —If you ever watched 
an icicle as it formed, you would have noticed how 
it froze one drop at a time, until it was a foot long 
or more. If the water was clean, the icicle remained 
clear, and sparkled brightly in the suu; but if the 
water was slightly muddy, the icicle looked foul, and 
its beauty was spoiled. Just so our characters are 
formed. One little thought or feeling at a time adds 
its influence. If every thought be pure and right, 
the soul will be bright and lovely, aud will sparkle 
with happiness; but if there be many thoughts and 
feelings impure and wrong, the mind will be soiled, 
the character depraved and darkened, aud there will 
he final deformity and wretchedness. How import¬ 
ant, then, that we should be on our guard against 
every evil impulse aud desire. 
Plain Preaching. — Cowardice in a minister is 
baser than in a soldier, by how much our warfare is 
more honorable. A faithful reproof will get more 
love and honor at the last, than a sinful aud fawning 
dissimulation, Though Paul reproved the dissimu¬ 
lation of Peter, yet Peter praiseth the wisdom of 
Paul. A man can have no worse enemy in the world 
than a flattering and fawning minister, that dares 
not deal plainly with hiB conscience. We are in 
much more danger to wrong the souls of men by our 
oU than by our salt,— by our praises, thanffiy our 
reproofs, —Bishop BepruHtix. 
Beecher says, in his new novel: — “Half the 
grace that’s going is nothing but food. Good steak 
and light bread are benevolence. Coffee is inspira¬ 
tion and humor. Good tea is tenderness and spright¬ 
liness. Facts very humbling of our excellences; but 
they're facts.” 
A man over ninety is a great comfort to all hiB 
elderly friends, says Holmes; he is a picket-guard 
at the extreme outpost, and young folks of sixty or 
seventy feel that the enemy must get by him before 
be can come near their camp. 
If thou bearest slight provocations with patience 
it shall be imputed uuto thee for wisdom; and if 
thou wipcst them from thy remembrance, thy heart 
shall feel rest, thy mind shall uot reproach thee. 
