prove a success ? When Solomon said, “Train up 
a child, in the way he should go," he meant some¬ 
thing more than enforcing obedience, inculcating 
principles of honesty and restraining from vice. 
The young plant must have earth, warmth, moisture 
and sunshine, or it will never shine in its full beauty; 
and so the young heart must drink the waters of con¬ 
tent and joy or the character will be dwarfed and 
imperfect. 
“ If you wish to see a perfect mirror of yourself,” 
said an experienced teacher, “look at your class.” 
And not less faithfully is every mother mirrored in 
the prevailing tone and temper of the family she 
presides over. Let her be critical, impatient, hard 
to please, and how surely will the same manifesta¬ 
tions appear around her, and discord on the music 
fall and darkness on the glory'- The sunny face of 
childhood will be overcast with clouds and the ring¬ 
ing laughter quenched in tears, the voice of affection 
will be silenced and the pall of gloom and sadness 
cover the family roof-tree. On the contrary if she 
is sunny and patient, yon will see only beaming 
faces aronnd her; if her voice is ever pleasant and 
cheery no dissonance will grate upon yonr ear within 
that charmed home-circle, If perpetually Bhe turns 
the cloud to find the silver lining, or soars above it to 
the undimmed 6nnlight of eternal calm in a loving, 
confiding trust in the great Father of us all, her 
children, her husband and her friends will, uncon¬ 
sciously, perhaps, but none the less certainly, drink 
in the same blessed spirit and rejoice in the same 
divine warmth and brightness. 
of the horizontal position and goes stumbling about 
like the wide-awake ones, which is unnatural, and 
never entered into the calculations of the man whom 
Sancho Lanza blessed. Then, a man is happiest in 
his sleep. I have heard tell of one who did not sleep 
in six months, and I think he must have lived a 
wretched life indeed. If I were him I’d dine on 
opium every day, and make a supper of hasheesh, 
until I got out of myself. 
He is most innocent who sleeps most — who love6 
the pow horizontal best. We get nearest the angels 
in our dreams, unless we happen to eat a late sup¬ 
per and impair our digestive apparatus. The paths 
we travel in then do not lead to haunts aDgelic. On 
the contrary, it is a demon who haunts us. But the 
man who invented sleep didn’t invent late suppers, 
ice creams, plum puddings, and other rich el ceteras. 
If he had, Sancho Panza would have given him a 
curse, rather than a blessing. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker 
THE HAPPY DISTANCE. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker, 
SWEET KITTY CLOVES,. 
BY EDWARD ROWLAND SILL, 
BY HOWABD THURSTON. 
BY CLIO STANLEY, 
What may we take into the vast forever ? 
That marble door 
Admits no fruit of all nur long endeavor. 
No fame-wreathed crown we wore, 
No garnered lore. 
What can we bear beyond the unknown portal ? 
No gold, no gains 
Of all our toiling: in the life immortal 
No hoarded wealth remains, 
No gilds, nor stains. 
Naked from out that far abyss behind us 
We entered here; 
No word came with our coming, to remind us 
What wondrous world was near, 
No hope, no fear. 
Into the silent, starless night before ns, 
Naked we glide; 
No hand has mapped the constellations o’er us, 
No comrade at our side, 
No chart, no guide. 
Yet fearless toward that midnight black and hollow, 
Our footsteps fare: 
The beckoning of a Father’s hand we follow,— 
His love alone is there, 
No curse, no care. 
, My sweet Kitty Clover ! 
The smile running over 
Her face is as sweet as the sunlight, to me; 
l watch Tor its playing, 
While low I am saying 
“ The smile of an angel no sweeter could be!” 
My sweet-smiling Kitty,— 
No poet a ditty 
Could sing in her praise that would tell of her grace; 
No deft artist-fingers 
Could catch, as it lingers, 
The beautiful light that beams over her face 1 
My proud little Kitty,— 
I pray she may pity 
The hearts that are loving her when thoy would not: 
The sorrow or living 
Is when we are giving 
A love that we fee! it were better forgot! 
My sweet Kitty Clover ! 
May gladness run over 
Her life, and love's music be thriilingly sweet; 
1 ' It may be her smiling— 
So bright and beguiling— 
May some day make my life and loving complete! 
As we walk the dusty highways 
Of our Life, at fifty-three, 
What clear-shining breaks the shadows! 
What, delightful things we see! 
Looking backward, far below us, 
Haunted vales aud sparkling streams, 
With the sound of waters, falling. 
As we hear it in our dreams. 
Softly now the light of morning 
Breaks a pathway through the night, 
And with eagerness we pictnre 
Scenes long vanished from our sight: 
There the meadow fnll of clover 
Where the yellow butterflies 
Floated in the mellow sunshine 
Under our bewildered eyes; 
There the fields ripe for the harvest, 
Where the mowers gaily sang, 
And the tree from out whose branches 
Tuneful note of robin rang; 
There a hill where blossomed wild flowers, 
There a bank of daisies sweet; 
There the oak where, in the gloaming, 
Little Nan I used to greet. 
Ah, how full the air of fancies! 
I can almost see her now, 
With her shy blue eyes uplifted, 
And the sunlight on her brow: 
There I crowned her with the roses 
In the summer, long ago,— 
But the years have rolled between us, 
And her grave is white with snow 
Oh, the Distance I happy Distance! 
How it lends enchantment rare 
To those days of far-off Spring-time, 
To the brows we thought, so fair: 
Now wc walk with sad contentment 
Down the dusty road of Life, 
Sometimes yearning for the dew-fall— 
Sometimes eager for the strife; 
And the Future gaily beckons 
Us, with magic on her lip, 
Pointing to that misty Autumn 
When the fruits of Life are ripe; 
Yet we linger, backward turning, 
For no scenes are bright like those 
That we gaze on, down the valleys 
Where the seemed violet grows. 
Rby. H. W, Beecher, in the Ledger, discloses his 
dissent from the wisdom of Solomon in the manage¬ 
ment of children. He would not only “spare the 
rod,” but give up its use altogether. For the rod 
he would substitute the stick ; not the stick of 
birch, but the stick of candy. Perhaps it would be 
even better to employ a cane—a sugar cane. But 
all sweets are apt to turn sour in digestion. Here 
is an extract from Brother Beecher’s essay: 
"As for children, we tried the rod on our own 
children, but are now trying the sugar-plum with 
our grandchildren. Thus far our success is remark¬ 
able. Family government has risen in popularity. 
Children cry for it. Our children used to look with 
aversion on the spot where we locked up the switch; 
but now there is not in the whole house a place so 
favorite as the drawer where is stored, the sweet 
moral suasion. Good conduct thrives. Obedience 
is at a premium ! The will is broken! The chil¬ 
dren are governed without knowing it! Blessings 
on sugar-plums!” 
It is a curious fact, long noted and not yet ex¬ 
plained, that the average grandparent is more in¬ 
dulgent to the juvenile descendants than the aver¬ 
age parent. From this weakness it would seem that 
even the clergy are not exempt.— M, T. Commercial. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
LOOKING ON THE BRIGHT SIDE 
A BEAUTIFUL COMPARISON 
I have seen a lark rising from his bed of grass, 
aud soaring upward, singing as he rises, and in 
hopes t,o get to heaven and climb above the clouds; 
but the poor bird was beaten back with the singing 
of an eastern wind, and his motion, made irregular 
and inconstant, descended more at every breath of 
the tempest than all the vibrations of his wings 
served to exalt him, till the little creature was 
forced to sit down and pant, and stay till the storm 
was overpast; and then it made a prosperous flight; 
for then it did rise and sing, as if it had learned 
music and motion from some angel as he passed 
sometime through the air. 
So is the prayer of any good man when agitated 
by any passion. He fain would speak of God, and 
his words are of this earth, earthy; he would look 
to his Maker, but he could not help Beeing also that 
which distracted him, and a tempest was raised and 
the man overruled ; his prayer was broken, and his 
thoughts were troubled, and his words ascended to 
the clouds, and the wandering of his imagination 
recalled them, and in all the fluctuating varieties of 
passion they are never like to reach God at all. But 
he sits him down and sighs over his infirmity, and 
fixes his thoughts upon things above, and forgets 
all little vain passages of this life, and his spirit is 
becalmed, and his soul is even and still, and then it 
softly and sweetly asceuds to heaven on the wings 
of the Holy Dove, and dwells with God, till it re¬ 
turns, like the useful bee, loaded with a blessing 
aud the dew of heaven .—Jeremy Taylor. 
BY MRS. I.AURA E. LYMAN, 
AUTHOR OF “PHILOHUPHY OF HOUSE KEEPING 
“ A contented mind is a continual feast.” Thus 
discourses the wisest of men, who, of all that ever 
lived on the planet, was probably best qualified to 
pronounce upon the essential elements of happiness. 
He hadsplendid palaces, imperial gardens, fast horses, 
magnificent chariots, and luxuries of all sorts; he 
ate daily at a sumptuous table; he was surrounded 
by beauty, talent, everything that surpassing wis¬ 
dom could invent and attract, or unbounded wealth 
procure; riches, wisdom, length of days were his, 
but in none of these did he assure us is the secret of 
happiness. The happy man, the happy woman, is 
not the wealthy man, the rich woman. Splendor 
does not bring joy; gold and gems are not the 
things to satisfy the heart. Wretchedness hides 
under jeweled garments aod beneath gilded domes, 
as often as under ragged clothes and in meaD abodes. 
The happy man is the contented man, live he in a 
palace or a hovel, wearing ermine and velvet and 
broadcloth, or clad in homespun. 
If you, my reader, are happy, it is not because yon 
have a fine house to live iu, a handsome hat to wear, 
an elegant dress to appear in, a splendid equipage. 
And you are unhappy, if so, not because your house 
iB plain, your attire mean and you must evermore go 
afoot. Not in these externals does happiness con¬ 
sist. A man may have everything heart can wish 
and yet exclaim with Solomon, “All is vanity and 
vexation of spirit.” Or he may, like St. Paul, “ hav¬ 
ing nothing, yet possess all tbiuga,” We do not 
mean to say that a commodious, well-furnished house 
is not desirable, that suitable and abundant clothing 
is not to be sought, or that the elegancies of life 
may not promote one’s enjoyment; but we do say 
that if the “z’oot ol the matter” is not in one’s 
heart, if he is not in himself essentially a cheerful, 
contented man, these surroundings will not make 
him so. He will become accustomed to them, and 
regard them as matters-of-course, like the air wc 
breathe, the rain and the sunshine; but we have 
Solomon’s word for it that one never becomes 
accustomed in any but the best sense to a con¬ 
tented rniud. It is, says the royal epicure, a con¬ 
tinual feast. 
And a strange power it has of transmuting into 
wealth and luxury things plain and common-place. 
Cottages by its magic power are made palaces of love 
and peace; fabrics of coarse and common texture 
become fine broadcloth, ermine and cloth of gold; 
the pine table spread with frugal fare iB transformed 
into a splendid board of banqueting and mirth, and 
the homely faces gathered around it beam with a joy 
and happiness that only the angels need not envy. 
Gentle reader, this is no fancy sketch! With these 
eyes I have Been it, aud almost envied the simple 
content with the common peasant’s lot that before 
my delighted vision produced reimlta so transcend¬ 
ent. Aud how often we might at*, effects similar 
flowing from the same unfailing source Unmingled 
bitterness is rarely found in any one cup given to 
human lips. In almost every chalice there are drops 
of honey. Is it not wisdom to sip the sweet and 
gulp the bitter? Is not the inscription on an an¬ 
cient dial — “ floras non numero nisi serenas,” — “ 1 
number only the sunny hours,” — the very sum and 
substance of sound philosophy ? Let any man or 
woman sit down and recount to themselves the ills 
they have borne, the misfortunes that have befallen 
them, the false friends that have wounded them, the 
various physical, mental and spiritual sufferings 
they have undergone, and how easily is life made to 
'seem a desert and happiness a dream. But let the 
same persons, in another frame of mind, recall the 
hours of gladness they have seen, the friends that 
have brought joy aud delight to their hearts, the 
pleasant scenes in which they have participated, the 
personal, domestic and Bocial blessings that have 
been showered on their pathway in life and how 
the fleeting clouds vanish ! The passing storms are 
forgotten, and perpetual sunshine broods over all 
the paetl 
What habit of mind can conduce to our perpetual 
enjoyment more than the one of making the best of 
everything? The enthusiast is always warm and 
glowing; the skeptic always cold aud repulsive. 
Show the former a fine landscape; he will seize 
upon its beauties, forgetting or ignoring its defects, 
while the latter will hi* Wind t.n all the fairer features, 
or admit them coldly, and dwell on the traits that 
mar its perfect beauty. Is there not as much sound 
criticism iu admiring what is admirable as in con¬ 
demning what is unworthy ? And so in character as 
in landscapes. If my neighbor has half a dozen good 
traits and some bad ones, am I not as discriminating 
if I select and dwell upon the good as if I descant 
only upon the bad ? Must 1 find a mote iu my 
neighbor’s eye to make myself and everybody else 
sure that there is no beam in my own eye? 
The effect of a cheerful, contented spirit in the 
mother of a family is not to bo estimated. The 
atmosphere of happuim is the atmosphere of finest 
development for any child. Look over the families 
of your acquaintance, my kind reader, and tell me 
who have been most successful in raisim 
public gaze. Foreigners aud provincials, struck 
with these excesses the Parisian modiste perpe¬ 
trated, while endeavoring to hit upon some happy 
invention that should take the citadel of fashion by 
storm, and which the leaders of ton, to whom they 
had been submitted, had refused to countenance, 
secured them as though they were the choice novel¬ 
ties of the season. Hence many a foreign dame and 
many an English one, ambitious of following closely 
in the steps of fashion, will have reason to regret her 
Paris purchases during her sojourn there. 
Tar parenihese, one may here remark that it is not 
the grandee dames, or leaders of fashion, as they are 
styled, who really introduce the changes iu the mode 
when these are particularly abrupt or striking. This 
is left to the actresees at the more fashionable thea¬ 
ters— whose toilettes in modern comedies outstrip 
in a marked degree those of the grand personages 
they are supposed to represent — to certain classes 
of women who are allowed large discounts on their 
purchases, in consideration or their being the means 
of introducing particular novelties, with the view of 
rendering the public familiar with them, and draw¬ 
ing on the more lukewarm and timid of their Bex to 
follow the example they set. Indeed, it is matter 
of notoriety that many of the large Parisian houses 
not only provide ladies of graceful figure and elegant 
bearing with toilettes with which to exhibit them* 
selves at the afternoon promenade, between the 
lakes in the Bois de Boulogne, during the Paris sea¬ 
son, and thereby advertise the particular robe or 
mantle which it is desired to introduce, hut pay a 
fixed daily sum for thus displaying themselves. A 
single robe or a siugle mantle of some precise form 
aud shade of color, would, unless very striking, fail 
in attracting any particular attention ; several exam¬ 
ples, therefore, have to be exhibited at the same 
time, and the display goes on day by day until a hit 
is made, or failure becomes evident.— Tinsley's Mag. 
As night came on, sunset lit up the mountains 
and the harbor. In this latitude, however, the 
glory of the twilight is soon over, and as darkness 
fell upon the city it began to glitter with innumer¬ 
able lights along the shore and on the hillsides. 
The city of Rio de Janeiro spreads in a kind of cres¬ 
cent shape around the western side of the bay, its 
environs stretching out to a considerable distance 
along the beaches, and running up to the hills be¬ 
hind also. On account of this disposition of the 
houses, covering a wide area, and scattered upon 
the water’s edge, instead of being compact and con¬ 
centrated, the appearance of the city at night is ex¬ 
ceedingly pretty. It has a kind of scenic effect. 
Tiie lights run upon the hill-slopes, a little cluster 
crowning their summits here and there, and they 
glimmer all along the shore for two or three miles 
on either side of the central, business part of the 
town.— Mrs. Agassiz. 
RAVELINGS — NEW SERIES 
BY T. RAVELER, 
NO. IV.-THE POSE HORIZONTAL. 
Men prate a great deal about position in life. 
They talk of it everywhere. They make it a stand¬ 
ard for measuring their fellows by. They strive for 
it with all their best endeavors. 
Position is but a precarious thing, at best, and all 
positions in life are inclined to be “shaky." Their 
foundations are often unstable. Now you stand 
firm, and now you don’t. 
So far as my limited experience has demonstrated, 
it is to the efiect that only one among the many po¬ 
sitions in life is satisfactory and really abiding. And, 
that is the pose horizontal. About once in the twenty- 
four Lours, at least, we seek it, and liud its “ perqui¬ 
sites” more completely to our mind than those of 
any other that we hit upon. Finally there comes a 
time when the pose horizontal is all that is left for us, 
any way, be we satisfied with it or not,. Then we 
attain to a position the tcuure of which shall hold 
good forever and forever, A position without any 
dls«green.W'.' contorattarq.- 5 , — perhaps. Only a long, 
lougsleep. And dreamless? Mauyofus willbopeso. 
— If there would come a time when the fretful, 
-wearying dreams of this work-a-day life would cease! 
So we feel, often. May be the longing will bring 
it,— who knows? What a world of vague drifting 
about among dim uncertainties we shall be saved, if 
the time only comes ! 
Uprightness is a good thing. I believe in it. And 
I may add that 1 advocate aud exemplify it iu the 
most downright manner. My feet are the feet of a 
born American. They have, to use a market phrase, 
a tendency upward. They delight in the pose hori¬ 
zontal. I, myself, as a whole,—not to proceed to 
extremes,—eoutend that the proper rendering of 
the axiom, “ Time is a great leveler,” is present 
Time. Hence 1 take to the horizontal position as a 
matter of course. Ilencc I would have aU things 
assume their proper level, now. 
If all maintained the. horizontal position, no one 
could be truthfully called “ stuck up.” If all men 
and things were rigidly leveled, (I don’t mean leveled 
iu ridges,) the great mountains of human nature 
wouldn’t attract much more attention than the little 
mole hills. Then would be found the equality for 
which certain ones long so much. For true equality 
comes only through the pose horizontal aud sleep. 
My neighbor over there, — three seats away from 
I once heard a young lady say to an individual: 
“ Your countenance to mo is like the rising sun; 
for it always gladdens me with a cheerful look.” A 
merry or cheerful countenance was always one of 
the things which Jeremy Taylor said his enemies or 
persecutors could not take from him. There are 
some persons who spend their lives in this world as 
they would spend their lives if shut up in a dungeon. 
Everything is made gloomy and forbidding. They 
go mourning and coinplaiuing from day to day that 
they have tso little, and are constantly anxious lest 
what little they have will escape out of their hands. 
They look always upon the dark side, aud can never 
enjoy the good that is present for the evil that is to 
come. That iB no religion. Religion maketh the 
heart cheerful; and when its large and benevolent 
principles ate exercised, men will be happy in spite 
of themselves. The industrious bee does not com¬ 
plain that there are so many poisonous tie were and 
thorny branches in his road, but buzzes on, selecting 
the honey where he can find it, and passes quietly by 
the place where it is not.— l)r. Leivey. 
It is the bubbling spring which flows gently, the 
little rivulet which runs along day aud night by the 
farm-house, that is useful, rather than the swollen 
or waning cataract. Niagara excites our wonder, 
and we staud amazed at the power aud greatness of 
God there, as He “pours it from the hollow of His 
hand.” But oue Niagara is enough for the continent 
of the world; while the same world requires thou¬ 
sands and tens of thousands of silver fountains and 
gently-flowing rivulets, that water every farm and 
meadow, and every garden, and that shall flow on 
every day aud night, with their gentle, quiet beauty. 
So with the acts of our lives. It is not by great 
deeds, like those of the martyrs, that good is to be 
done; it is by the daily quiet virtues of life — the 
Christian temper, the good qualities of relatives and 
friends and ail, that good is to be done. 
THE ANCIENT ROMAN WOMEN 
The ancient Romans, in some respects, were in 
advance of the present age in their practical physio¬ 
logical knowledge. This was especially the case in 
the habits of the women. They seemed to be fully 
aware that a hardy race must be born of healthful 
mothers, and consequently any usage or practice 
likely to affect injuriously the health of women was 
viewed by the State with suspicion. The muscles 
were systematically educated. Frequent bathing 
was required by law. Large bath-houses were es¬ 
tablished, which were places of common resort. 
For several centuries of the bust, ages of Rome it 
was a criminal offense for a Roman mother to drink 
intoxicating liquors. At the time of our Saviour on 
earth, and for a long period after, it was considered 
infamous for a Roman woman to taste wine. For a 
guest to offer a glass of wine to one of the house¬ 
hold was looked upon a6 a deep insult, as it implied 
a want of chastity on her part. History records 
several cases where they were put to death by their 
husbands because they smelt of “tomotum.” The 
consequence of this physical training aud abstinence 
from all intoxicating liquor was that the Romans 
were noted for their endurance and strength. 
A distinguished physician says, without refer¬ 
ence at all to the theological question, “Although 
the uight equalizes the circulation well, yet it does 
not sufficiently restore its balance for the attain¬ 
ments of a long life. Hence, one day in seven by the 
bounty of Providence, is thrown in as a day of com¬ 
pensation, to perfect by its repose the animal system. 
You may easily determine this question by trying it 
on beasts of burden. Take the horse, and work him 
to the full extent of his power every day of the 
week, or gi\v him rest one day in seven, and you 
will soon perceive, by the superior vigor with which 
he performs on the other six days, that his rest is 
necessary to his well-being. Man, possessing a su¬ 
perior nature, is borne along by the very vigor of 
his mind, so that the injury of continued diurnal 
exertion and exeitemeut in his animal system is not 
so apparent as it is in the brute; but in the long ruu 
it breaks down more suddenly; it abridges the 
length of his life and that vigor of his old age, which 
(as to mere animal power) ought to be the object of 
his preservation. 
Used up —when it rains—an umbrella. 
Benefits, like flowers, please only when fresh. 
A work of art—a widow trying to get a husband. 
Give neither council nor salt till you are asked 
for it. 
Every one can master a grief, but he that 
has it. 
Extreme vanity hides under the garb of ultra 
modesty. 
He that speaks doth sow; he that holds his peace 
doth reap. 
The price of excellence is labor, and time that of 
immortality. 
If you see anything going “at a ruinous sacri¬ 
fice”—let it go! 
Pay for your pantaloons; don’t be charged for 
breeches of trust. 
Often a man drives a pair of grays, while he him¬ 
self is driven by duns. 
The king is the least independent man in his 
dominions— the beggar the most so. 
A fault hidden encourages you to commit 
others. Would it not be better to be discovered? 
Men of the noblest disposition think themselves 
happiest when others share their happiness with 
them. 
A chap, who was told to “ remember Lot’s wife,” 
replied that he had been in trouble enough already 
about other men’s wives. 
“ Ma, why is a postage stamp like a bad scholar?” 
“I can’t tell, my son; why is it?” “Because it 
gets licked and put in a corner.” 
Nothing keeps a man from being rich like think¬ 
ing he has enough, nothing from knowledge and 
wisdom like thiuking he has both. 
A oonsi deration for the feelings of others, and a 
quick perception of what those feelings are, under 
the different circumstances of life, constitute true 
politeness; and those who possess it not, whatever 
be their rank, are vulgar. 
A niece of Horace Greeley is making a sensation 
in European musical circles. She played before 
Liszt, aud he embraced her, which was compliment¬ 
ary to the young lady and pleasant for the maestro, 
Pabi9 baa a new lady violinist, Mme. Norman 
Neruda, who is said to be equal to Paganini. She 
was born in Prague, educated at Vienna, aud married 
a Swede. She is twenty-eight years of age, and ap¬ 
peared in a concert when only seven. 
Commenting upon the fact that ten females sup¬ 
port male characters on the New York stage, a 
Canadian paper triumphantly remarks “ that more 
than that number support male characters in Kings¬ 
ton, and good-for-nothing fellows at that.” 
There is in Paris a handsome tenor, who captivates 
the ladies by his voice and appearance. Unfortun¬ 
ately he is not gifted otherwise. In foot, save in 
music, he is stupid. A gentleman, whose wife de¬ 
sired him to invite the tenor to his receptions, 
feared the result and mentioned this to a friend. 
“ Invite him by all means,” said the latter, " but 
hide the piano.” 
There is a lively matrimonial business in Worces¬ 
ter, Mass. Four hundred and seventy-eight mar¬ 
riages took place in that city last year. One 
blushing bride had reached the age of 73 years; but 
three others were on the pinafore side of 1«. There 
was also a resolute young woman who entered 
boldly upon her third connubial voyage at the age of 
29. A damsel of 18 likewise flouted “ Mrs Grundy” 
by wedding a swain of 55, 
An association to be called the “Order of the 
Pen,” is about to be founded among the literary 
women (blue stockings,) of New York from which 
men are to be excluded, but which is gradually to 
extend its operations among female writers all over 
the countiy. r l'he badge of the order will be a gold 
quill, to be worn as a brooch or other ornament, and 
the members will lunch together oucc a month at 
Delmonico’s. 
The Methodist Episcopal Missions in India show 
for last year an increase of 13(1 members, 34 proba¬ 
tioners, 3 local preachers, 3 Sabbath schools, and 90 
scholars. 
Not fewer than a thousand persons attend week¬ 
ly the inquirers’ prayer-meetings in connection with 
the Baptist mission in Delhi, and crowds assemble 
every night to hear the Gospel. 
The Imperial edict against Christianity in Japan 
is substantially a dead letter. Sixty persons, im¬ 
prisoned a few days for attending Catholic worship, 
have been dismissed to their homes unharmed. 
Death would have been the penalty for such an act 
a few years since. 
Abb missions a failure? A memorial church is 
now building in the capital of Madagascar, on the 
very spot where, in 1819, four Christian nobles, in¬ 
cluding a lady, were burned alive, and the bodies of 
fourteen others, who had been hurled over the lofty 
precipice at Ampamarmaua, were also consumed. 
A City Missionary, who labors among the Jews 
in the east end of London, notices “the gradual 
admission on the part of a great many of the Jews of 
the truth of New Testament history, while notafew 
even go further, and look upon Jesus of Nazareth as 
the person in whom alone they can find rest for thsir 
weary souls.” 
A Sweet Reflection— The velvet moss will grow 
upon the sterile rock; the mistletoe flourish on the 
withered branch; the ivy cling to the mouldering 
ruin; the pine and cedar remain fresh and fadeless 
amidst the mutations of the dying year; and, Heaven 
be praised! something green, something beautiful to 
see, aud grateful to the soul, will, in the coldest and 
darkest hour of fate, still twine its tendrils around 
the crumbling altars and broken arches of the deso¬ 
late temples of the human heart.— Hugo. 
sonB and 
$ daughters to be ornaments to their family and pil- 
f lars in the social fabric. Have they not been, in 
almost every instance, those where happiness has 
]) blossomed and borne daily fruit? But give to a 
* household earthly competence, strict morality, and 
a even earnest piety, and let the essential element of 
\ home felicity be wanting there, and does that family 
Be pure, but not stern: have moral excellences, 
but don’t bristle with them. 
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