LINA AND I. —A TALE OF LOVE 
[Continued from page 80S, this number.] 
These caged birds, ■with their useless, clipped 
wings, dainty appetite and delicate tastes,—their 
utter ignorance of the world outside their cage,— 
its vastness, beauty or grandeur, and their total un¬ 
fitness for it, with their one unchanging tune of 
song, are winsome and attractive, no doubt, but 
rather monotonous. A lively, living woodland bird 
rather despises them, I should think, 
Cousin Dora was to spend three weeks with us, 
and before the first was & quarter through I remem¬ 
ber vaguely wondering what we were to do with her 
through all the coming wearisome days. My sole 
resource (poor Lina had none) was ridicule; and in 
that the target was so minute I could use but few 
arrows with any hope of making a hit. 
A sentimental vein that ran through our cousin’s 
composition was her only redeeming trait, that vein 
being the only one that carried any life-blood to and 
from her poor little heart. Muddy canal though it 
was, it formed a passage through which light-freight¬ 
ed vessels could go aud return. The wind being in 
my favor, I pushed one np the night after her ar¬ 
rival. She stood by the mirror in her room, putting 
her hair up in curl-papers. It was soft and dark 
hair, but very thin; and, in the day time, hung in 
slim, lack-a-daisiacal ringlets, remarkably suited to 
the drooping style of face and figure. Her features 
were regular; her complexion clear and dark; her 
eyes black, the eye-brows finely arched; and she 
might have made herself a bright, handsome girl, or 
rather, not she, but another girl, possessing a soul 
and an intellect, might have taken those features 
and made a brilliant thing of them. For her to do 
it was simply impossible; she did the utmost she 
could when she infused into them an expression of 
beautiful, resigned despondency to irresistible fate; 
a style a la drooping willow in features and cairiage. 
Her very ringlets had a damp sadness upon them, 
and, with her head, hung drooping to one side. Do 
not suppose that this was all the result of recent 
rains; it was the nature of the plant. She had 
scarcely altered a particle since I had seen her, three 
years before, in New York. 
“ Cousin Dora,” I said, “ you must be very tired; 
let me put your hair in the papers.” 
“ O, no, dear; thank you; no one has put it up 
hut myself since I was fifteen years old.” 
u That isn’t so very long ago,” I rejoined, smiling. 
“ By the way, which of us is the older ? Are you 
eighteen yet?” 
“ Yes, last winter. 
“ And I, in March 
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It is estimated that there are from eighty to one hun¬ 
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The unknown author says that for fifteen years he used 
opium uninterruptedly, his daily allowance being eighty 
grains. Many rimes be attempted to give it up, but failed. 
His final aud successful attempt is portrayed at length, 
and very vividly. Of itself, this portrayal ought to con¬ 
vince any slave to the drug that he can break away from 
his bondage, while it also offers a fearful warning to oth¬ 
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we are given DeQuincet's brilliant -‘Confessions of an 
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evils of a habit that has wrecked some of the finest minde 
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GOING TO SLEEP, 
BT EMILY HUNTINGTON MILLER. 
Coke hither, my baby, my darling, 
My lily, ray wonderful rose 1 
The white-bosomed flowers in the garden 
Begin their soft petals to close; 
The bees have gone home from the clover. 
The swallows are under the eaves, 
And down in the orchard the robin 
Broods over her nest in the leaves. 
Come baby—my beauty, my darling! 
Your eyes they are heavy with sleep; 
Your little red mouth has grown silent, 
And scarcely Us laughter can keep; 
Lay off the white robe from your Bhoulders, 
Unclasp the small shoes from your feet— 
O, daintiest blossom of Eden, 
I kiss you, my Illy, my sweet. 
Do you feel the cool wind coming softly. 
And sec the young moon in the sky? 
The clouds sailing over the sunset, 
The bats flitting Bileutly by? 
Do yon hear how the cattle are lowing 
Along the green lane by the hill ? 
And the brook running over the pebbles, 
With music that never is still ? 
Now hash while I sing to yon, baby, 
A song of the angels above, 
That come on Invisible pinions 
To watch o'er the children they love. 
So all through your beautiful dreaming, 
The voice of your mother shall creep, 
Lest hearing the liar plugs celestial, 
Your soul should fly homeward in sleep! 
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omt. B 7 J. Dorman Steele, A. M.. Principal of 
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Astronomy, the most ancient of ail the sciences, is 
becoming every year more dear, more easy of compre¬ 
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singular attractions ? Whoever is in the least reflective 
cannot look up into the heavens, of a clear night, with¬ 
out some inquiring?. These may lead to study,—indeed 
they ought to. Astronomical facts are then sought for; 
and where shall they be obtained? We know of no other 
email and readily mastered volume, containing so many 
important ones, distinctly stated, as this. It gives, In 
concise form, a very interesting exposition of the Solar 
and Sidereal Systems, and the laws which govern the 
Universe. '’The work is not written," says the Anthor, 
“for the information of scientific men, but for the in¬ 
spiration of youth." They will be profited by its perusal. 
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Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
TALKS WITH YOUNG MEN.— JS 
Orniteology is one of the most interesting 
branches in the whole range of Natural Science. 
IVherever we go it can be studied, for feathered 
tribes abound the world over. We have from time 
to time portrayed ornithological specimens in the 
Rural, for the edification of a large class of read¬ 
ers whom we know are interested in such, and now 
present another and very curious one. 
The African water fowl, [JBalaidceps ifer,] was dis¬ 
covered on the western coast, of Africa by Mr. Gocld, 
an English naturalist. It inhabits marshy districts, 
and feeds upon the small fish and reptiles there 
abundant. Its striking peculiarity is its beak, which 
is formed like a spoon, terminating in a hook, and 
is very large. The color is yellow in the male, and 
red-brown in the female. The middle of the lower 
jaw is membraneous; the skin surrounding the eyes 
of a yellow color, and quite free from hair; the eyes 
of a clear grayish brown; and the feet long and cov¬ 
ered with fine scales, which distinguish the bird 
from other water fowls, whose feet are generally cov¬ 
ered, with large, coarse scales. The bird’s general 
color is gray, lighter upon the back and feet than at 
other parts of the body, and the feathers on the back 
of the head are long and of peculiar form. Alto¬ 
gether, it is an interesting specimeH. 
uutuns to always room enough up higher,” said 
VV ebster, and so there is. It’s better to be a first- 
rate cobbler than a third class lawyer, Thera is 
more pleasure in it, and more money. It is not the 
good trade” that makes men rich, but the good 
understanding of the trade. Some would be poor 
all their lives and yet work at the best trade in the 
world; they dou’t understand it, aad more, they 
never will. They toil on, hoping for success, when 
the work is iu direct antagonism with their whole 
being. 
I do not believe in giving up the ship until we 
know it must go down; but, if we commence a 
work and find ourselves wholly unfitted for it, aud, 
after a thorough trial, can see no shadow of success 
in it, we had better try some other. Ail men were not 
born with power to perform the same work. And 
yet, it is not necessary that we spend a lifetime in a 
fruitless endeavor to find our place. If we know 
ourselves we shall know our mission: If we do not, 
pooi success is inevitably ours, I care not how 
much a man may study and experiment, if mechan¬ 
ism is not in his head it cannot come out. I tell 
jou, boys, it’s slow business growing pumpkins on 
squash vines. 
Again we cannot well be first iu more than one 
occupation or profession. When a man tells me he 
has a dozen trades, I know very well he is master 
of none. I know man was created but a little 
Paul Clifford. By Sir Edward Bulwer Lytton, Bart. 
Complete in one Volume. [i2ino.— pp. 707.] Philadel¬ 
phia : J. B. Lippincott A Co. 
This novel was written to draw attention to two errors 
in English penal institutions, viz., a bad prison-discipline 
and a sanguinary criminal code,—the habit of corrupting 
the boy by the very punishment that ought to redeem 
him, and then hanging the man at the first occasion, as 
an easy way of making an end of the matter. The hero 
is a highwayman, of the ideal type. When not on the 
road he frequents good society, and proves accomplished 
and gentlemanly, His disregard of law finally brings him 
sentence of death, but he proves to be the son of the 
Judge who sentences him, and being recommended to 
mercy is only transported lor life. The point of the sto¬ 
ry)—if it may be said to have any, in a country where 
there is no such thing aB hanging for minor offences, as 
was formerly the case in England,—is contained in the 
concluding paragraph, aud is this:—"The very worst use 
to which you can pnt a man is to hang him.” Sold by 
Steele At avert. 
; we’are nearly of an age.” 
“ Yes.” (All these affirmatives in a minor key.) 
“ Yes; but how much taller you are than I! I was 
always such a little creature; he was so tall! O, 
cousin, if you could have seen him! ” 
“ I wish I had. What was his height ?” 
“ Five feet teu inches. He had me—(with a little 
blush and simper)—he had me measure him one 
day, 1 just came to his shoulder.” 
“ Was he dark or fair eomplexioned ?” 
“ 0, fair, with such blue eyes! and such a hand¬ 
some nose and mouth! and he had such a pretty 
dimple in his chin! I coaxed him (the blush and 
simper repeated here,) I coaxed him never to wear 
whiskers over it, 60 he only wore side whiskers and 
a mustache.” 
“ I wish I had seen him,” I repeated; “ but you 
have his picture ?” 
“ No, 0, Cousin Ruth,” laying her hand upon 
her heart, “ you did not intend it, 1 know; but 
you have unwittingly touched on a tender chord.” 
“I am very sorry,” I said. “What was it? I 
only wished to see your lover’s likeness. It was 
very natural, you know, as we were talking of him.” 
“ Yes, I know,” sitting down, with her hand still 
at her heart; “ you were not to blame.” 
“ Will you have some water, cousin ?” 
out a glass. 
“Thank you;” she took a sip or two 
much relieved.” 
“ Now, let me finish your curls,” I said. “ It’s a 
very good plan to be your own maid, but one can¬ 
not, at all times.” 
“ No. Well, Cousin Kcth, please be careful; my 
head is very tender, of late.” 
“ I will. I know all about curls; my own give 
me enough bother,” 
“ Yes; he admired my hair very much.” 
“ It i* very soft and fine,” I said, with a little 
twitch of my mouth. I stood behind her now, and 
couldn’t keep that rebellions feature entirely still. 
“ Do you see,” she continued, turning up some 
of her side hair, “ how much has been cut out ?” 
“ Yes. Why ? were you sick ?” 
“ 0, no, Cousin Ruth, (a pale little smile on her 
Ups.) “ Can you not guess ? it was cut out for keep¬ 
sakes.” 
“ You must have given away quite a quantity.” 
“ Yes, dear; but not to a crowd of heartless 
friends, who might admire the color and texture, 
but instantly forget the giver. No; except one lit¬ 
tle lock set in a pin for my dear ma, all was given 
into one person’s keeping; you can surmise whose, 
cousin.” 
“Bis?” I said, with an innocent smile. I was 
rolling up a front curl now. 
“ Yes.” (A deep falling inflection.) 
I inwardly wondered what he did with such a sub¬ 
stantial quantity of her love, and whether, at his 
death, a little hayBtack of hair was not found some¬ 
where in hi3 room, and spoken of in his will; hut 
Cousin Dora’s next words informed me that he 
had combined the useful with the beautiful to some 
extent. 
“Let me see," she said: “I made a watch guard 
for him, half a yard long; I had some inclosed in a 
locket, and presented it to him; he had just given 
me a locket with his picture in it; and you know 
when it wa6 the fashion, awhile ago, to make hair 
flowers, I made the loveliest little wreath. I begged 
Borne of his hair for that — ” 
“ Borrowed it,” suggested I, smiling. 
“ Yes, to be sure. It was about so big around,” 
loiiics 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker, 
PAEYSA TIS. 
which furnish nacre or mother-of-pearl, arc cleansed 
and sold by the cask. 
The pearls are sifted to separate the different sizes; 
the smaller ones are sold by weight and the others 
singly, according to their value. The nacre and the 
pearl are formed of essentially the same material, 
but the nacre is deposited over the whole shell in 
layers, while the pearl is the result of au effort on 
the part of the oyster to free itself from the irrita¬ 
tion of some foreign substauce which has penetrated 
within its valves. As the animal is incapable of 
ejecting any intruder, such as an unwelcome grain 
of sand, it renders it less obnoxious by depositing 
around it the smooth and lustrous substance which 
is so eagerly sought for by man. The Chinese are 
so well acquainted with this fact, that they force 
the oyster to form pearls, by thrusting small figures 
of tin between the valves, and then returning the 
creature to the water, whence it is fished up in the 
course of a few years, and a pearl is extracted re¬ 
taining the shape of the tin. There Is but one kind 
of oyster which produces pearls to any considerable 
extent, although they can occasionally be found in 
other species of oysters, and even in muscles .—The 
Ocean World. 
her without mercy, and delighting in the sufferings 
of human beings, we instinctively turn away with 
horror. 
Parysatis, half-sister and wife of Darius Nothus, 
who reigned in Persia, twenty-two and three-fourths 
centuries ago, was the very personification of cru¬ 
elty. Artaxerxes, the eldest son of Darius, mar¬ 
ried Statika, daughter of ajcnes, a distinguish¬ 
ed Persian nobleman; amU t eriteuchmes, son of 
Hidarnes, married a daughter of Parysatis. Teri- 
teuchmes planned to assassinate his wife in order 
that he might wed Roxana, his sister, whose ex¬ 
ceeding beauty had excited a criminal passion for 
her. The plot was discovered; Teriteucumes was 
assassinated, and the family of Hidarnes fell into 
the hands of Parysatis, who caused Roxana to be 
sawed in two, and the rest, excepting Statira, to 
be tortured to death. 
On the death of Darius, Artaxerxes ascended 
the throne, notwithstanding the efforts of Pary¬ 
satis to have her younger and favorite son Cyrus 
declared successor. The ambitious Cyrus conspired 
to assassinate his brother on the day of the corona¬ 
tion, but his conspiracy was detected, and he was 
condemned to death. The mother, frantic at the 
peril of her favorite, made such demonstrations as 
to induce the king to spare his life and return him 
to his provinces in Western Asia. The ungrateful 
Cyrus at once raised an army and turned them to¬ 
wards the capital of Persia. At Cnnoxa Cyrus fell. 
Parysatis swore to revenge his death. A C'arian 
soldier claimed to have killed the usurper. For ten 
days Parysatis caused him to be cruelly tortured, 
and theu his eyes were torn out, and melted brass 
poured in his cars until he d.ed, 
Mithkidates, a nobleman, in a state of intoxica¬ 
tion, boasted of giving Cyrus his mortal wound, 
and was condemned to the troughs, where he lin¬ 
gered seventeen days. 
Mrsabates, a eunuch of the king, had by the 
king’s orders cut off the herd and hand of Cyrus. 
Parysatis made use of the king’s fondness for dice 
to gain possession of Mesab.'-Tbs. She allowed him 
to win from her a large amount of money, and theu 
proposed to play for a eunuch, The queen of Darius 
won, and thus secured, another victim for torture. 
She caused Mesabates to be flayed alive and placed 
on cross-bars, and caused his *kin to be stretched on 
stakes before his eyes. 
Parysatis had ever viewer Queen Statira with 
a jealous eye, and had never forgiven her for being 
the daughter of Hidarnes, 
I poured 
Misce lla neous Prose Works. By Edward Bulwee, 
Lytton. in Two Volumes. [12mo.— pp. 428 ami 
368.] New York: Harper JS Brothers, 
While the novels of Bulwer are issued in elegant 
style from a Philadelphia publishing house, the Harters 
give ns that author's essays and miscellaneous writings, 
ia plainer garb. The first of these two volumes is made 
np of criticisms originally contributed to tho principal 
Reviews, and is, to our mind, more valuable than roman¬ 
ces from the eame pen. Oliver Goldsmith, Charles 
Lamb, Thomas Gray, Sir Thomas Browne, Pitt, Fox, 
Ptm, Falkland ami Scihllleb, are analyzed in a keen, 
masterly manner. The contents of the second volnme 
were first published in 1S32, under the general title of 
“ The Student.” They are essays of a fighter order, and 
number twenty-four. Some are speculative, some senti¬ 
mental, and all pleasing. Sold by Dewet. 
The “ magnet” has its name from Magnesia. The 
“ bayonet” tells us that it was first made at Bayonne; 
“worsted” that it was first spun at a village of the 
same name in the vicinity of Norwich; “ cambrics” 
that they reached us from Cambrao; “damask” 
from Damascus; the “Damson” also the “Damas¬ 
cene” or Damascus plum; “ dimity” from Damietta; 
“cordwain” or “cordova” from Cordova; “cur¬ 
rants,” Corinth; “indigo” (iudicum) from India; 
“agates" from a Sieillian river, Achates; “jalap” 
from Japan, a town in Mexico; “ parchment” from 
Pergamum; the “guinea” that it was originally 
coined (in the year 11)63) of gold brought from the 
African coast so called; “camlet” that it was woven 
in part, of camels’ hair. The fashion of the cravat 
was borrowed from the Croats, or "Crobats," as 
they used, in the sixteenth century, to be called. 
Such has been the manufacturing process of Eugland, 
that English calicoes and muslins are now sent to 
India and the East; yet the words give standing 
witness that England once imported them thence, 
for “calico” is from Calicut, and “muslin” from 
Mous6ul, a city iu Asiatic Turkey. 
LUE .LINDEN-IEEE COTTAGE AND THE ACOETTED SACRl- 
iuce. By Mrs. Angelica Bishop Barrett, [Svo.-pp. 
53.^ New York: Hurd & Houghton. 
This is a thin volume, and very tastily printed and 
bound. We should like to add higher praise. Though 
wc do not know the authoress, personally or by reputa¬ 
tion, we should he glad to speak highly of her produc¬ 
tion, because we like to commend woman’s efforts 
always. But we cannot conscientiously say that this 
story in verse is poetically told, or that it proves the 
authoress to possess very great poetic talent. On the 
other hand we cannot find heart to severely criticise 
what has in it so little pretension. We might particular¬ 
ize faults in rhyme and rhythm, and in general expres¬ 
sion, but forbear. 
Color-Blindness. —It is by no means uncommon 
to find persons unable to distinguish the red fruit on 
an apple tree from the green of its leaves. Three 
brothers are mentioned by Dr. Wilson, who mistook 
red for green, orange for grass-green, yellow for 
light-green. In the third degree, cases of which are 
rare, all colors are recognized only as giviug certain 
degrees of light and shade. Instances are related of 
tailors who matched black cloth with red thread, 
and scarlet livery with green strings; of a physician 
who never found a case of scarlet fever; of a gen¬ 
tleman who condoled with a lady, supposing her in 
weeds, when she was dressed in a vivid green; of a 
Quaker who purchased a bottle-green coat for him¬ 
self, and a scarlet merino gown for his wife; and of 
a school-girl who attempted to arrange the colors in 
her drawing by the sense of taste .—JUasury on Mouse 
Painting. 
HArrY Hoots: a Collection of -Songs for Schools, Acade¬ 
mics and the Homo Circle, by Howard Kingsbury, 
assisted by Rev, Alfred A. Gkaley. New York: 
Taintor Brothers. 
From the rather cursory examination we nave been able 
to give this new gathering of melodies, we are led to con¬ 
sider it a very desirable one. It has an abundance of new 
songs, many of which are exceedingly beautiful, and is 
judiciously eked out here and there with old favorites. 
Quite a number of sacred pieces are included, which will 
be found acceptable. The Elements of Music are pre¬ 
sented,—very briefly, but as fnlly as is necessary with a 
good teacher. The book will be welcomed by schools. 
the daughter of Hidarnes. She concealed her en¬ 
mity under friendship’s guise, and pretended to be 
reconciled, that she might cowardly and treacher¬ 
ously destroy her. Parysatis invited Statira to 
partake with her of a rare and delicious bird. The 
unsuspecting queen, believing their former differ¬ 
ences satisfactorily settled, accepted the fatal invi¬ 
tation that resulted iu her death. The maid Gygis 
confessed that one side of the knife that carved the 
bird had been poisoned. Gygis met the fate of 
poisoners. Her head was crushed between two 
stones, and Artaxerxes confined Parysatis at 
Babylon. L . D . B . 
LZXD, WAY TO OVERCOME EVIL. 
A little girl by the name of Sarah Dean was 
taught the precepts of the Bible by her mother. 
One day she came to her mother very much delight¬ 
ed to show her some plums that a friend had given 
her. The mother said to her, “Your Erieud was 
very kind, and has given you a great many.” 
“ Yes,” replied Sarah, “she was, and she gave 
me more than these, but I have given some away.” 
“ To whom did you give them V” 
“ I gave them to a girl who pushes me off the 
path and makes faces at me.” 
“ Why did you give them to her?” 
“ Because I thought that would make her know 
that I wished to be kind to her, and perhaps she 
will not be unkind and rude to me agaiu." 
This was true. The rude girl was afterward very 
good to Sarah, and felt very sorry that she had 
treated her unkindly. How truly did the little one 
obey the command, “ Overcome evil with good.” 
Donat Clare, the Manuscript Man. From the Sunday 
at Home, London. Boston: Henry Hoyt. 
Even older readers will delight to linger over the 333 
page of this handsome volume for the young. It is a 
story ol Papal persecution, located in Ireland, the princi¬ 
pal character being a man fond of the native Irish lan¬ 
guage, who becomes possessed of an Dish translation of 
the Bible, and learns to love its heart-satisfying truths 
more than he fears the curses of tho Church, 
Tub Charms of the Mind,— Personal attraction 
may for a time fascinate, dazzle the eye. Beauty 
may please, but beauty alone never captivates. The 
lily droops, the rose withers, and beauty sooner or 
later must decay; but the charms of the mind are 
imperishable—they bud and bloom ia youth, and 
continue to flourish as long as life remains. These, 
and these alone, are the charms that must and will 
forever enchant. 
Pearls are the third great product of the ocean 
for which regular fisheries have been established, 
the most important being those in the Bay of Ben¬ 
gal, Ceylon, and other parts of the Indian Ocean. 
Here the pearl oyster is procured by divers, who 
sink to the bottom with the aid of large stones, and 
remain there for about thirty seconds gathering all 
the shells within reach. The work is exceedingly 
severe, and the men are frequently devoured by 
sharks. The search for pearls always ends at noon, 
when a gun Is fired, and all the boats return to the 
shore, in order that the load may be examined and 
cared for by daylight The shell fish are piled to¬ 
gether, and the heap is left for about ten days, by 
A friend writes to us about two brave little, boys. 
A wicked boy tried to make them steal some apples 
from au orchard. He called them cowards because 
they would not do it. But they were too brave and 
manly to do wrong for fear of being called cowards. 
We like to hear of such courageous ones. They 
will make noble men. 
Goldsmith says:—“ True eloquence does not con¬ 
sist, as the rhetoricians assure us, in saying great 
things in a sublime style, for there is, properly 
speaking, no such thing as a sublime style—the 
sublimity lies only in the thing; and when that is 
not so, the language may be turgid, affected, meta¬ 
phorical, but not affecting.” 
