Uftm’ Uqiavtmcnt. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
TOO LATE. 
BT CLIO STANLEY. 
Bonny Magoie, blue-eyed Maquis. 
Dancing on the shore, 
Do you think I love you madly, 
Or that I can greet you gladly. 
As in days of yore ? 
Bonny Maggie, blue-eyed Maggie, 
With your golden hair 
Falling o’er the snowy splendor 
Of your neck so proud and slender, 1 , 
O'er y oar brow so fair! 
Bonny Maggie, blue-eyed Maggie, 
Can you e’er forget 
All the loving words, and tender, 
That you made my soul surrender, 
And—do you regret? 
Bonny Maggie, blue-eyed Maggie, 
Farewell once again. 
Darker locks have swept, my breast, 
And your head can never rest 
Where her head has Iain. 
Bonny Maggie, blue-eyed Maggie, 
Your fair cheeks are wet; 
True, it may be salt sca-Bpray 
That has swept the rose away, 
And I will forget 
That I saw you, bonny Maggie, 
Bend your little head 
In a trance of hopeless sadness 
That yon could not. share the gladness 
Of my sainted dead 1 
NEAR TO MY DWELLING GROWS AN OAK TREE.” 
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Fierce the sun’s glare, 
Not ev’n a zephyr 
Cools the hot air, 
Leaves widely spreading, 
This mighty tree, 
Pleasantly shading, 
Doth comfort mo. 
4. In it.s great branches 
Birds build their nests; 
When the sun rises 
Plume they their crests ; 
Warbling so sweetly 
Their cheerful lay ; 
Hopping so lightly, 
They gladdeu me. 
Thus a great blessing 
Is this oak tree, 
Ever protecting, 
Comforting me; 
Long may it flourish, 
And sturdy be! 
Fondly I’ll cherish 
This old oak tree. 
{From the Song Garden , 2 d Booh, published by Mason Brothers. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
the two pflayers. 
by KATE WOODLAND. 
One rises id the morning. 
With slow and languid tread, 
And kneels him by the bedside, 
To ask for daily bread ; 
Beside hie scanty table 
He sits with hungry eyes, 
And thanks the Loan for blessings, 
But asks for new supplies. 
And through the day he seeketb 
For manna all unearned. 
And day by day believeth, 
The will of God has learned; 
And still beside his table, 
He sits with hungry eyes. 
Still thanking God for blessings, 
And seeking new supplies 
Another from his slumbers 
With firm and manly air, 
Goes forth to earn the blessings 
His heart desires to share, 
And firm in faith believing 
To reap whate'er be sows, 
He scatters with a generous band, 
Rejoicing as he goes, 
Around his ample table 
His wife and children come, 
And in his heart he blesses 
The dear good Lobd for home: 
He feels that God has blessed him, 
In basket and in Btore, 
With health and strength and willing hand 
And who could ask for more ? 
Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
HOW MAEJORY WENT TO WASHINGTON; 
OR, THE WILL AND THE WAY. 
BT LIZZIE M. BOYNTON. 
[Continued from page 368, last number.] 
CHAPTER XX. 
“What in the world — where have you been — 
an d—what do you propose to do ? ” questioned the 
astonished Mrs. Mat, as Marjory presented herself 
at the sitting-room door, reminding one of an ani¬ 
mated rag-bag, so covered was she with old clothes 
of every description. 
Housekeeper Jane surveyed her coolly, took off 
her spectacles, wiped them and replaced them, and 
then fairly gasped out, “ For the land’s sake, Mar¬ 
jory, what hev you been rumagiu’ for, when it was 
jest last week that I packed ’em away ? What in 
airth are you going to do?" 
"It’s a relapse, mother —a relapse. See; don’t 
she look crazy?" questioned the irrepressible 
George, making an interrogation point of himself 
by standing on bis bead. 
“ Good-by, I am bound for ’Washington,” came in 
smothered tones from the midst of the clothes,—and 
such clothes! But we listen to Marjory’s descrip¬ 
tion as she endeavors to unfold her plan to her 
mother. “Ob, dear! I have laughed until I am as 
weak as a kitten. Only look; here is the identical 
pair ot breeches that George had made to order; 
do you remember the time he came home from 
school, crying because you did not make bis clothes 
fashionable, assuring you that all the boys had a 
piece of another color-s. little square piece—just over 
the knee ? See here, George, look at the last rem¬ 
nants of your boyish vanity; they are to take me 
towards Washington.” 
“I suppose so; I have said all the time that if 
yon mode that trip you would have to depend on a 
pair of breeches.” 
Madge thought “discretion the better part of 
valor” in this case, and so turned her attention to 
a quaint, faded pink dresB. “ Oh, dear! here is my 
first party dre3S. Only think of my startling appear¬ 
ance—a tall, awkward girl in a very short, very full 
dress, with a very deep bertha cape, and wide, flow¬ 
ing sleeves, my uncomfortable hands encased in 
long black mits; and then my hair,— only think of 
it,— combed straight back and tucked into a bead 
sack (called a net) that bounced over my poor 
6honlders whenever I danced or skipped. Who 
would have thought that this very same, wonderful 
dress would turn into a good fairy and assist me on 
towards Washington?” 
“ Come Madge, now cease your nonsense and tell 
me what you mean.” 
“I mean just this, that I intend to make fifty 
yards of rag carpet, sell it, and with the proceeds 
take my long anticipated journey.” 
“And how do you propose to return?” 
“ Write myself hack. 1 shall try to make arrange¬ 
ments with some editor for letters.” 
“ My dear, you are starting on a very tedious and 
practical journey, and I fear you will never reach 
your destination. However, yon have permission 
to try. But I will assure you the rag carpet process 
is a very slow one.” 
Nothing daunted by discouragements, Madge en¬ 
veloped herself in a blue apron, armed herself with 
a pair of sharp scissors and commenced cutting the 
strips. Soon a patriotic little assortment of red, 
white and blue stripes attested her rapid cutting; 
and as Mrs. May occasionally looked at the little 
eager face, and watched the capable hands darting 
in and out, and under and over the dusty clothes, 
she could but think in mother dialect, “ Bless the 
dear girl, she deserves to go." And we thought of 
young girls we know, who are sittiug at home, dis¬ 
contented and impatient, waiting for some one to 
do something for them, and really wished we could 
convince them that the true secret of happiness aud 
success 11 is the doing with our might whatever our 
hands find to do.” 
The summer days glided swiftly by. The tender 
green of nature had been overcome by autumn’s 
gorgeous coloring. The summer quiet was dis¬ 
turbed by tbe autumnal sounds of falling leaves aud 
dropping nuts. We had been wandering all day 
amid a wealth of beauty, 3nd came at eventide to 
•est at Mrs. May’s pleasant home. Madge re- 
ainded ns of an intoxicated wood-bird, in her 
rarmly shaded dress of brown, her little hands 
orting and flitting through and over the tangled 
olors at her feet; while at her side we discovered 
abasket almost overflowing with the gaily colored 
bile, and her beautiful face glowed with animation 
as she exclaimed, 
‘Congratulate me; I have just finished another 
bal. That will take me as far as Wheeling.” 
“I suppose you become very tired, and sometimes 
impitient, do you not, Miss Madge ?" 
“Yes, sometimes; but you know enthusiasm be¬ 
gets enthusiasm, and I have secured a good deal of 
assistance. I knew mother would not be able to 
resist; but I did not. think that Jane would relent. 
Tet she says she just helped so as to get the old rags 
? oil of sight. The catting tires me most, but I have 
e^n enlisted Brother George into my service, and 
- he has assisted me over several weary miles. I was 
not surprised, however; I knew he would come to 
the rescue when once convinced that I was in earn¬ 
est. Gentlemen frequently attempt to dissuade 
ladies from new undertakings, but when they see 
them fairly at work their innate gallantry compels 
them to give their assistance.” 
“ However, I Imagine you will be glad when the 
final winding up Lb made." 
“Really, I do not believe I wilL Some of tbe 
pleasantest anticipations and day-dreams of my life 
are bidden away amid the windings of those very 
balls; ” and Madge looked so lovingly at the well 
rounded balls that we thought Guy Gordon would 
have enjoyed resolving himself into a bat and hit¬ 
ting them. 
This same Guy Gordon had been envying the 
gaily colored strips wandering through the caress¬ 
ing fingers, and was now lost in thought, wonder¬ 
ing if so determined a lassie would not make an 
energetic wife. Madge seldom allowed any one to 
meditate much in. her presence, and so thus inter¬ 
rupted : 
“Come, Gtrr Gordon, you have beea moping 
long enough. If you do not give me some assist¬ 
ance I will not select your chair in tbe * House,’ nei¬ 
ther write you a line in regard to my journey. Let 
me see: I must select that seat on the ‘ Radioal ’ 
side of the ‘ Houee,’ and it must adjoin one occu¬ 
pied by some brave Woman’s Rights mao. He will 
speedily educate you up to his standard.” 
“ That would effect nothing, friend Madge; even 
though ail of the prominent men of the nation were 
united on that subject, the women would not be. 
They will not ask for their so-called 1 rights.’ ” 
“ Ah ! my friend, if the tyranny of centuries has 
deprived them of all desire for womanly independ¬ 
ence, the knowledge that good men desire them to 
preserve and assert their individuality will speedily 
restore them to their rightful sense. I am very 
sorry to admit it, but I fear that many of our girls 
are not strictly honest in regard to this question. In 
their hearts they desire it. They know, however, 
that it is not a popular doctrine with gentlemen, 
(especially young gentlemen,) and so, in order that 
they may be deemed very viney and womanly, dis¬ 
claim all thoughts upon the subject. Blame them 
not, however; it has been tbe teachings of ages that 
girls must do uothing which will cause them to 
lose favor in the sight of gentlemen. If my object 
in life was tbe securing of a husband I would pro¬ 
fess a profound ignorance upon all subjects but the 
important one of cookery. But my ball is growing 
6lowly, and I must make another to-night.” 
“Why are you anxious to go to Washington, 
Madge?” 
There was so much earnestness and tenderness in 
Guy Gordon’s voice, just then, that I moved away 
and commenced examining the last “Harper.” 
Madoe has since supplied the rest of the conver¬ 
sation. 
“Why is any one anxious to traveL? Surely an 
American girl has greater cause than any other to 
love her country, and so loving my country is it 
strange that 1 desire to hear our ablest men plead 
her cause at the bar of the National Capitol ? And 
beside, as I have told you, I wish to accustom my¬ 
self to the beauties of the building in order that my 
attention may not be distracted when I hear your 
maiden speech.” 
“ Madge, if I ever do attain to any prominence it 
will be the result of your faithful encouragement. 
Your own perseverance and determination have ever 
been before me, rather, around me—‘a pillar of 
cloud by day and one of fire by night.’ When I 
came here orphaned, poor aud almost a confirmed 
invalid, it seemed well nigh hopeless for me to 
attempt a life work; but surely if you, with all of 
your womanly sensitiveness, can walk royally to¬ 
wards success, nothing daunted by tbe stumbling 
blocks placed in the way by prejudiced bands, I can 
compete with poverty, orphanage and physical 
weakness. Success, however, will never be mine, 
dear Madge, unless your hands weave the laurels.” 
Madge was serious for a moment ; and then look¬ 
ing into Guy’s honest face she told him to work on 
and they would talk it over when she returned from 
Washington.— [To be continued. 
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OUR SPICE BOX. 
What is that which occurs once in a minute, 
twice in a moment, and not once in a hundred years ? 
The letter M. 
Whoever sawthe “pale of society” runningover 
with the “ milk of human kindness ?” If so, where 
was the “ cream of the joke ?" 
A marrying man in Brooklyn has now his fifth 
wife and five mothers-in-law in his house. His 
motto is “ Let us have peace." 
It is said that as the twig is bent the tree’s inclin¬ 
ed. Some of the young ladies will grow queerly if 
the Grecian style prevails very long. 
There is a young lady in Brooklyn so refined in 
her language that she never uses the word “ black¬ 
guard,” but substitutes “ African sentinel.” 
Lavish not all your love on to-day; for remember 
that marriage has its to-morrow likewise, and its day 
after to-morrow, too. Spare, as one may say, fuel 
for the winter. 
THE BROOK. 
BY HERBERT P. ROBINSON. 
A little brook winds slowly on Its way, 
Half hidden o’er by weeds and drooping fern; 
Sometimes amid the grass it seems to stray; 
Now its bright waters o’er the rough rocks turn. 
And ever on the modest brooklet flows, 
Through the hot. summer and the cooler fall. 
And in the long, cold winter; though the snows 
Seem to enwrap it like a funeral pall. 
Although unnoticed, let os, like the brook, 
Still work content in our appointed way, 
Trusting in Him whose kind and loving look 
Will yet reward us at the last great day. 
[ Watchman rf- Reflector, 
Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
AFTERTHOUGHT. 
In the Late autumn, when the rose has abdicated 
the throne of the flower kingdom, another flower, 
brilliant and majestic, but not the imprudent rival 
of the rose, comes like a last token of summer love¬ 
liness, making the wearisome march of the Novem¬ 
ber days grow quicker with its gleeful reminiscences 
like a pleasing fable of past time. To Father D’In- 
carvtlle, the Missionary, are Europe and America 
indebted for this beautiful various colored flower; 
he having first sent It to tbe “Jardin daRoi” at 
Paris, about 1730. At first there was but a single 
variety of a uniform oolor, but by cultivation were 
obtained the double and many colored varieties so 
well known. Its native loveliness is enhanced by 
its desolate surroundings, for it blossoms out from 
the heart of the ungracious winter like the sudden 
fulfillment of a Bummer dream. 
Flora’B interpreters have bestowed upon it the 
graceful name of Afterthought. When tbe wind- 
harp gives forth its musical clangor, growing 
harsher with the Joy of wild and glorious freedom, 
the fair, brave beauty of this summer child steals in, 
and softens the tumult of the rejoicing wind and 
wave. As the gTeat composer draws from his in¬ 
strument harmony after harmony of exquisite per¬ 
fection, and iu the hush after the gayety of the 
musical revel there fall down into the silence a few 
silver tones, thrilling the very sanctuary of the heart 
like an echo from the praises of a multitude of an¬ 
gels, so this flower seems like a long brilliant note 
in the song of nature, iu whose rich and prolonged 
melody the voices of the other flowers die away 
into a memory. Yet in the summer time, when the 
world is a world of flowers, it is scarcely noticed; 
jnst as the musician may have often passed his hand 
ehtly over the same keys that held the wonderful 
harmony whose snd, dreamy beauty was fitly.crowned 
y the golden aureole of 6ilence. 
If you have wrought earnestly in the field with 
the toilers and the gathering-in brings you only a 
few meager, pitiful sheaves, still the recompense 
awaits you, and your voice will be the sweeter for 
your labor, as you join in the grand Harvest Home; 
or, if you go as a gleaner, it may be that some of the 
heaviest wheat is lying on the ground where the 
loaded wain passed by. Iu knowledge we only 
glean where others reap, but the labor of one day 
gives us strength aud skill for the next; and after 
the merry harvesters have left the field we may 
gather a few precious thoughts into our garuer, 
which, though perchance less valuable than the 
banded sheaves that crown the reaping time, may 
yet make the evening silence vocal with praise. 
NortlmUe, Mich., 1868. Alice M. Beale. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
INTUITION vs. REASON. 
It has been said “A woman cannot reason,” and 
I am more than half inclined to believe the assertion 
true. A woman knows a thing, just—because—she 
does; while a man can give the why and the where¬ 
fore. Man is undoubtedly more gifted with reason¬ 
ing power, woman with more of intuition; but who 
shall say the latter is not as 6ure a foundation of 
knowledge, as the more elaborate, and often uncer¬ 
tain processes of the former? The decisions of 
reason are open to discussion, while those of intui¬ 
tion are ultimate. Reason demands proof that the 
sun shines,—that the wind blows,—that the clouds 
send down refreshing showers. Intuition accepts 
these facts without questioning. 
It is hard to make a woman comprehend the 
truth and beauty of syllogisms. You may 6ay to 
her *' a monkey is an animai — a man is an animal; 
therefore a man is a monkey; ” and though she 
would not for a moment dispute your conclusion, 
she cannot quite comprehend your logic. The dif¬ 
ference between reason and intuition is perhaps 
more apparent in regard to moral questions 
than physical facte. Reason says, “Prove your 
position.” Intuition accepts it at once, saying 
“That is true, something within tells me so.” 
It is owing to these different endowments of men 
and women that more of the latter class than the 
former accept the doctrines ot Christianity. Woman 
is more content to “walk by faith, and not by 
sight.” Apply finite reasoning to infinite subjects, 
and you are at once lost in a labyrinth of conjecture 
and doubt. Tbe Incarnation — tbe Trinity—funda¬ 
mental ideas in the Christian religion—are above 
human comprehension. Reason proudly says, “I 
will not believe what I cannot understand.” Intui¬ 
tion says, “ I believe there is within me the evidence 
of things not seen.” 
A word as to the cultivation of this intuitive fac¬ 
ulty. The perceptions of tbe well disciplined mind 
are finer and truer than one whose cultivation has 
been neglected. Study well the objects of creation, 
and especially heed tbe injunction, “ Know thyself.” 
In this way thoughts will be suggested, the truth ol 
which will be instantly verified by your own con¬ 
sciousness. Finally, let not a smile of derision 
mantle the lordly face when a woman says, “O, 
because.” Diana. 
Cayuga, N. Y., 1868. 
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PERSONAL GOSSIP. 
Ernest Capendre, one of tbe most popular nov¬ 
elists of France, died recently of softening of the 
brain. For the past two years be bad been partially 
deranged. One of his fixed ideas was that his wife 
(a very young wnman) should keep her bed all the 
time. The lady submitted cheerfully, and told her 
husband’s physicians that if she thought it would 
please him, she would remain in bed for months. 
It is said that three of Capendre’s most successful 
novels were written after he bad gone mad. 
Mrs. Croly, (“ Jennie June,”) is described in tbe 
New York Mail as “ a true blonde with a light and 
lightning blue eye, light hair, which is darkened 
somewhat of late years,) aud complexion of the 
clearer North. In figure she is rather small, but 
good and well rounded. She is called pretty—a 
beauty, indeed, who has made many captives. She 
is the mother of several children. She is Vice-Pres¬ 
ident of the Sorosi6. She speaks quickly and much, 
and is active on committee business.” 
Dunan Moubseux, a French journalist, died re¬ 
cently in Paris, 42 years old. We are told that 
lor several years past he did not do anything else 
but get up advertisements for Parisian dry goods 
dealers. He was a perfect genius in this line. The 
famous advertisement which began with the words, 
“ Well, we have failed, we are bankrupt,” and which 
proved a perfect gold mine for the Merchant Tailors’ 
Company, was written by him. He received as 
much as 500 francs for a single advertisement. 
The artist bard, Thomas Buchanan Read, has 
been at Dusseldorf a month or more, in order to 
finish a magnificent picture of “ Sheridan’s Ride,”— 
the study for which Admiral Fairagut saw, last win¬ 
ter, in Rome, and liked so much. “ I have never 
seen Sheridan,” he said, “but that looks just as I 
thought he did.” 
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PROOF READING. 
There are a good many people who think proof¬ 
reading one of the easiest things in the world, and 
who get very impatient over mistakes in books and 
papers. A writer in the Galaxy gives some interest¬ 
ing incidents of typographical errors. He mentions 
one edition of tbe Bible which contained 0,000 mis¬ 
takes. He gives the following example of the diffi¬ 
culty in the way of getting out a perfect book. 
Some professors of the University at Edinburgh 
resolved to publish a book wbich should be a model 
of typographical accuracy. Six proof readers were 
employed, and after it was thought to be perfect, the 
sheets were pasted up in the hall of the University, 
aud a reward of two hundred and fifty dollars was 
offered for every mistake that should be discovered. 
When the book was printed, it was fouud that it 
contained several errors, one being In the title-page, 
another in the first line in the first chapter. The 
only books that are believed to be entirely free from 
errors are an Oxford edition of the Bible, a London 
and Leipsic Horace, and an American reprint oi 
Dante. 
-- 
ENCOURAGE THE YOUNG. 
If a young man deserves praise be sure and give 
it to him, else you not only run a chance of driving 
him from the right road for want of encouragement, 
but deprive yourself of the happiest privilege you 
will ever bave of rewarding his labor. For it is 
only the young who can receive much reward from 
men’s praise. The old, when they are great, get 
too far beyond and above what you may think of 
them. Yon may urge them, with acclamation, but 
they will doubt your pleasure and despise your 
praise. You might have cheered them in their race 
through the asphodel meadows of their youth; you 
might have brought the proud, bright scarlet to 
their faces if you had cried but once, “ Well done!” 
as they dashed up the first goal of their early ambi¬ 
tion. But now their pleasure is memory, and their 
ambition is in heaven. They can be kind to yon, 
and you can never more be kind to them. 
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He who blackens others does not whiten himself. 
And thaa through life they journey, 
It may be, side by side; 
One takes hie. prayer within his hands, 
And thus is satisfied: 
The other at his table, 
Still thanks to God returns, 
And still asks blessings from the Lord, 
He will not seek to earn. 
Lawrence, Nov. 9,1868. 
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SECTARIANISM. 
There are as many church registers as there are 
church houBee. But there is only one Lamb'e Book 
of Life for ail the ransomed sinners of the world. 
That is the place for your name. It is not Method¬ 
ism, nor Presbyterianism nor Lutheranism, nor 
any other ism. of men; but it is the life and power 
of the Son of God, we preach. The different de¬ 
nominations are but symmetrical and convenient 
apartments in the one great sanctuary of tbe Lord. 
These distinct organizations are harmonious coun¬ 
terparts. Yet men separate themselves into sects, 
and magnify their consistent differences into con¬ 
flicting doctrines. They build theological walls 
around themselves, the closer the safer, as they 
vainly imagine; and they begin, in their stifled at¬ 
mosphere and necessary shade, to doubt the ortho¬ 
doxy of their neighbors. They put colored glass in 
intervening windows, draw down the blinds, bolt 
the doors, and nestle together, as though all outside 
Christendom were turning infidel, and as if they, 
secluded company alone of ail the earth, held fast the 
faith once delivered to the saints. Such a faith, so 
mo nkis hly bound, needs a new deliverance! 
Now, when you find yourself np in arms in de¬ 
fence of your creed, pause a moment, and consider 
whether, in all your life, you have been so brave in 
delending tbe Bible. You become excited when 
you hear your Luther, or your Calvin, or your 
Webley, or your Campbell, criticised; but you 
will stand silent and unmoved when the name of 
your Jesus is blasphemed! Unless you can recognize 
prosperity in other churches as heartily as in yonr 
own, aud rejoice at the conversion of sinners under 
anybody’s preaching and under any church’s roof, 
you may write “sectarian” as a fit suffix to your 
name. You have been tempted through self and 
sect to enter a refuge of lies, '1st and 'ism are 
warp and woef of the enemy’s tent covers, and you 
have been deceived. You are attracted by the 
sound of your church-name more than by all the 
cries of Calvary! Verily you have your warning, 
and must bear the awful consequences of trimming 
your Christianity to a Discipline, or Confession, or 
Catechism, and of wounding your Lord in the 
house of his friends .—The Gospel in the Trees , by A. 
Clark. 
A WIFE’S INFLUENCE. 
A Christian woman gave her hand to the man on 
whom she had already placed her tenderest affec¬ 
tion. He possessed almost every grace, but was 
destitute of the grace of God. By spending the 
early part of his life iu a foreign land, and associat¬ 
ing with those who had the reputation of gentlemen, 
he had imbibed tbe fashionable habit in that place 
oi using God’s name in vain in common conversa' 
tion. His new and much-loved wife sought to rc. 
claim him. 8be knew the only way to his heart. 
She took advantage of his love for her to win him 
to Christ, aud she effectually succeded. 
One day as she was standing before him, in com¬ 
pany with a few friends who were listening to his 
conversation, in order to give additional interest, as 
he supposed, t0 wJiat k e was relating, he added the 
name of CnmsT. He looked at his wife and saw 
lier in tears, He was confused. She raised her 
hand and gently pressed his chin. “ O !” she said, 
“if you knew how much I love that dear uauie you 
would never again pain my heart by trifling with it.’* 
His heart was touched. He was unable to pro¬ 
ceed. He asked her forgiveness and soon left the 
room. In this waj r he was saved from ruin, and is 
now an eminent example of piety. 
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To Share Wrong is to do Wrong. — Parties 
will do things which no honorable man in that 
party will ever do alone. Men will consent to do, 
or to have done, in party relations, that which, if 
they stood alone in the community, they would 
scorn ineffably. Men will still maintain their con¬ 
nection with parties aud with men in them that do 
monstrous iniquities; and the sophiBtry is this: 
that it is done from public considerations; as if 
that changed the essential nature of right or wrong! 
as if that changed the responsibility of the indi¬ 
vidual actors in a party \—Beecher, 
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Public Ordinances.— I am fully satisfied that 
there is a peculiar presence of God in his public ordi¬ 
nances ; that the devotion of good men does natu¬ 
rally inflame and kindle one another; that there 
is a holy awe and reverence which seizes the mind 
of good men wheu they draw near to God in pub¬ 
lic worship; finally, that if the offices of our liturgy 
do not affect our hearts, it is because they are very 
much indisposed and poorly qualified for the true 
aud spiritual worship of God.— Lucas, 
