Cables’ |3ort'| 
THRENODY. 
BY MARSARKT ELLIOTT. 
A little more anxious waiting. 
A little mera wringing of hands, 
As the roar of the waves grows louder, 
Aud the mad waves break on the sands. 
A little more eager gazing, 
A little more holding of breath, 
And the heart-strings snap asunder 
Ere the heart is stilled by death. 
A little more anxious waiting, 
A little more wringing ef hands ; 
The waves roll In with their burden, 
And the corpse lies high on the sands. 
MADAME RECAMIER. 
BY MISS ELIZA WOODWORTH. 
“ O hitman fane 
Divine! Fair lotus blooming on the deep 
Of Heaven s great sea beside tills earthly shore! 
World mirror ! spirit itiitukl * ’ 
Purely live ♦ ‘ tne life of heant.v, 
Free from every stain aud evil eonsclenco,— 
As in guileless stillness Iivoh the lily, 
As the dove within the hazy covert.— 
♦ »*♦*** 
That thy thought, may be like scent of roses. 
That thy love may bo like to a sunbeam, 
And thy life like evening sung of herdsman. 
Like a tone from his soft flute out-swelling.’’ 
tJciirfzr’ii “ Lai/man's Breviary. 
The life of a Beauty! The biography of 
a woman whose charms of person and man¬ 
ner made her the queen of a kingdom which 
numbered among its subjects such princes 
among men as Matthiku de Montmo¬ 
rency, and Chateaubriand! 
The volume of Mine. Recamier's me¬ 
moirs, recently translated from the French 
of her adopted daughter — Mmo. Lenor- 
mant — by Miss Luyster, contains three 
hundred and eighty-four letters, including 
the whole correspondence of Chateaubri¬ 
and with his fascinating friend. Iler own 
letters, however, though she wrote very fre¬ 
quently to the poet, and to Bai.lanche, 
Montmorency, and Mine. Dio Stake, have 
never been found, But this deficiency is 
admirably supplied by t he “ Memoirs,” which 
poet and priest of humanity.” Thirty-four 
years the intimacy was maintained between 
these two — the one, standing for “ Nature s 
vision, lovelinessthe other, ugly in person, 
awkward in manner, aud distrustful ol even 
his abilities. 
“To be beloved,” says one of her own 
countrywomen, “ was the history ot Mmc. 
Recamikk.” And truly, the circla of her 
friends was most extraordinary. It, in¬ 
cluded, besides Montmorency, Chateau¬ 
briand, Ballancue, Jordan, and Mme. 
De Si'AEL, such names ms those of Con¬ 
stant, Thierry, La Harpb, Lamartine, 
Guizot and his wife, De Tocqukvii.lk, 
Prince Augustus of Prussia, Queen Hou- 
tensk, Mme. Murat, Mine, Swetciiine, 
Mme. Ejiuedner, Mme. De Genus, and 
Saintk-Beuve. 
The “ Memoirs” can be cordially com¬ 
mended to all, both for their portrayal of 
some of the best types of social culture, and 
also for the profound interest attaching to 
the political and literary histories of many 
of the distinguished persous with whom the 
reader is brought in contact. 
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BANES AND ANTIDOTES. 
The bancs of domestic life are littleness, 
falsity, vulgarity, harshness, scolding, vocif¬ 
eration, and incessant issuing of superfluous 
prohibitions and orders, which are regarded 
Doties abb femurs. 
y _ y _ 
A MORNING IN NEW YORK. 
by mintwood. 
To awaken with a dash of sunshine in 
your face, bird notes iu the air, aud throw¬ 
ing the window wide open feel the air rol¬ 
licking through your hair in the very coax¬ 
ing way the spring breezes do, has not been 
an unusual thing this winter of Eighteen 
Sixty-nine. Everybody says "What splen¬ 
did weather 1" aud begin and end ilicir con¬ 
versation. with atmospheric comments. Did 
it ever occur to you—that is, you people who 
always use stereotyped weather phrases— 
how very difficult it would he to do other¬ 
wise— and yet, in nine cases out of ten, how 
meaningless and silly it is ! 
On such a charming morning, hat, cloak 
and all animate and inanimate tilings invite 
out, of doors. The boys flying their kites 
from the housetops, as well as the char¬ 
women with professional accompaniments, 
possess an attractive external, and out we go. 
Here in Stuyvesant, Square, under the 
shadow of St. George's, whore the elder Dr. 
Tyno preaches to an elegant, audience, who 
pride themselves upon calling themselves 
“ miserable sinners ” in the costliest church 
as impertinent interferences wUU the general in Gotham, the fountain is playing, and on 
liberty and repose, and ave provocative of 
rankling or exploding resentments. The 
blessed antidotes that sweeten and enrich 
domestic life are refinement, high aims, great 
interests, soft voices, quiet and gentle man¬ 
ners, magnanimous tempers, forbearance 
from all unnecessary commands or dictation, 
and general allowances of mutual freedom. 
Love makes obedience lighter than liberty. 
Man wears a noble allegiance, not as a col¬ 
lar, but as a garland. The Graces are never 
so lovely as when seen waiting on the vir¬ 
tues; and where they thus dwell together, 
they make a heavenly home. 
No affection, save friendship, has any sure 
eternity in it. Friendship ought, therefore, 
always to be cultivated in love itself, as its 
the hard walks groups of children, will) 
nurse-girls, are having an airing. Wealth and 
fortune do not necessarily abolish comfort and 
healthfuloess; for these little girls,with their 
flaxen hair flowing uneoufiued, are clad in 
velvet with dainty tippets and muffs ol 
ermine. Velvet leggins, buttoning all the 
way up to above the knee, keep the cold 
out; and till.) velvet or plush cloaks are long 
and well wadded, and fastened securely in 
front. If there is a prettier thing out of 
heaven than a blue-eyed, clear faced, flaxen- 
haired little girl in white ancl azure, we 
haven’t seen it yet. Among all the people 
passing to fro, one can detect the servant 
girls, by their large crinoline, with their 
dresses long enough to turn over all the dirt 
sketch minutely the changes of Mme. Re- on j y certain guard and preservative, not leas am i dip into all the wet, muddy places. 
camier’s life, — changes, which though not t l 
as marked in their consequences as those „ 
occurring to Mme. De Stake, — belonged to p 
the unsettled period in which both lived, and p 
embraced exile and the loss of fortune. 
“ The most beautiful woman of her age ” 
was bom at Lyons, in 1777, and died at 
Paris in 1S49. Her father was a notary —a 
dull, handsome man. I ler mother, a “beau- f 
tifnl blonde,” had a Frenchwoman’s capacity t 
for business; she engaged in speculations, a 
“ amassing a fortune, which she carried c 
safely through the Reign of Terror." Mme. * 
Bernard married her daughter at Paris to ( 
M. Recamier, a rich banker, older by twenty- I 
seven years than his bride, who was but * 
fifteen. lie subsequently bought the house 1 
which had belonged to M. Nkcker. In its ;l 
elegantly furnished salon*, the brilliant men ' 
and women of France gathered. The most ' 
difficult quest ions were discussed by persons ! 
ol the most conflicting views. For it. was a 1 
peculiarity of Mme. Recamier'8 that she at¬ 
tached to herself many distinguished indi- 1 
viduals of opposite opinions, and adhering to ’ 
parties that were even at deadly strife. < 
Tims, within the walls which had echoed to 
“semi-philosophic and revolutionary” dis- > 
cussions in the time of the great financier, 1 
and to the strongly-toned conversation ot f 
tin: gifted daughter, Mme. De Stake, antag- - 
onistio forces again met, and old battles were 
again contested. 
The main exponent of one of these parties 
was the guillotine. When his lovely wife 
was twenty-nine years of age, M. Recamier 
lost liis fortune. The pleasant home in the 
Rue du Mont Blanc was sold. Misfortunes, 
true to their habits, came thickly. Napo¬ 
leon exiled Mme. Recamier —possibly be¬ 
cause she was more beautiful than himself. 
When the Emperor exchanged situations, 
she returned to Paris, and, leasing rooms in 
a quiet part of the city, entered upon the 
most valuable portion of her life. She was 
now to learn something of what Surefer 
calls in his Breviary, (a new book, filled with 
the choicest and most suggestive thoughts,) 
‘ The blessings of the further lifo 
Which youth was but the entrance to, the time 
Of preparation, aud apprenticeship; 
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The largo, the tranquil look-out into life, 
The sympathy with richly dowered humanity. 
Anil the hitlniludo of lifo Itself.’’ 
The retired Abbey became a “ Temple of 
Friendship.” Hither in his last quiet years 
came Chateaubriand daily. His acquaint¬ 
ance with Mme. Ricameer began at the 
bedside of the dying Mine. De Stake, and 
continued until his death, more than thirty 
yearn afterwards, growing more precious aud 
absorbing with time, until the poet, who, in 
i, his prime, was morbidly egotistical and self- 
centered, could say to his friend, “ You have 
> transformed my nature.” Here too appeared 
u Camille Jordan, brilliant and eloquent, and 
Ballanche, whom Mr. Alger happily de¬ 
scribes as “ a perfect model of a friend;” aud 
/ a man of a “ lonesome, sad, expansive, and 
| lofty spirit;” “a philosopher of solitude, a 
than as the only sufficient substitute in its 
absence. A couple joined by love without , 
friendship, walk on gunpowder with torches 
in their hands.— Erie.uh/ups of Women. ] 
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ATTENTIVENESS. 
How much more we might make of our 
family fife, of our friendships, if every secret 
thought of love blossomed into a deed! We 
are not now speaking merely of personal 
caresses. These may or may not be the 
best language of affection. Many are en¬ 
dowed with a delicacy, a fastidiousness of 
physical organization, which shrinks away 
from too much of these, repelled and over¬ 
powered. But there are words and looks 
and little observances, thoughtfulnesses, 
watchfulnesses, watchful little attentions, 
which speak of love, which make it manifest, 
and there is Hearce a family that might not 
be richer in heart-wealth for more of them. 
It is a mistake to suppose that relations 
must of course love each other because they 
are relations. Love must be cultivated, and p ANNY calls herself filly-seven years old and : 
can be increased by judicious culture, as hcp hl|ftband j* t cn years younger. What- 1 
Wild fruits may double their bearing under eyer rumor maysay „f their domestic. *’ iufe- 
the hand of a gardener; and love can dwin- 1K , ille8 » they i iave the good sense to la¬ 
dle and die out by neglect, as choice flower- amica fe t0 ea( . h oUlor when out. 
seeds planted in pool soil dwindle and giow fur oyer to Union Square, where 
single. Atlantic. tj ie English sparrows have a community, 
„ with all lhe conveniences of modem civili- 
IN T HE W AY. nation. In this tree, just over our head, is 
A mother who 'was preparing some flour the sparrows Pnvilion. N ond< t is tb< n 
to bake into bread left it for a few moments, “^Post-office" full of pigeon holes; over there 
when little Mary-with childish curiosity is " Dr. Sparrow’s Office,’ smaller irnd more 
to see what it was-took hold of the dish, retired than the Hotel, with a double 
which fell to the floor, spilling the contents, fewza Mound it That business-like house 
The mother struck the child a severe blow, Ip the “ Revenue Tax Office, an ,l » l lha u ' 11 
saying, with anger, that site was always in Cgftted melange called the Chinese 1 a- 
t\i way. Two weeks after little Mary sick- gode," is their “ Senate ’ as well as a great 
ened and died. On her death-bed, while restaurant, where all the delicacies ot the 
delirious, she asked her mother if there season may be bad. 
would be room for her among the angels. We leave the sparrows and come out on 
“I was always in your way, mother; you Broadway. Here pn this comer a one-legged 
had no room for little Mary 1 And will 1 be soldier in army blue is grinding out national 
in the angels’ way ? Will there be no room airs from a hand-organ. He always seems 
for me?” The broken-hearted mother then to be silting here, a sad reminder of sad 
felt that no sacrifice could have been too days, and one cannot help Icrling humiliated 
great could she have saved her child. that a maimed soldier should get his living 
_,, t _ in this precarious way. He has a fine brow 
Baron Rothschild and his brothers were above a good face, and there is a dash of 
bom in a bouse still shown in the Rue des gallantry in his sitting with his head erect 
Just in sight on the avenue lives the Wid¬ 
owed mother of Charlotte Canda, the 
French girl who was thrown from her car¬ 
riage and killed some years ago. Bhe was 
to have been married soon, on her seven¬ 
teenth birthday, to the editor of a French 
journal, and her snowy, satin wedding-dress 
was her burial robe Her father expended 
her entire fortune iu building her monument, 
which is considered one of the chief attrac¬ 
tions in Greenwood. Her mother’s house is 
of brick, with brown stone trimmings, mod¬ 
est but elegant Iu appearance. The entrance 
is guarded by two crouching lions in atone. 
A little further up, Just at the right, is the 
house of James Pakton and Fanny Fern. 
It is a brown stone front, with the great 
windows full of choice and artistically ar¬ 
ranged house plants. A little black-eyed, 
sashes. It is quite as impossible to predict 
what will be the fashionable law a month 
hence, as to decide on Gen. Grant’s Cabi¬ 
net. Indications, however, are strong in fa- - 
vor of striped goods in all fabrics, which 
may look well in petticoats, blit are becom¬ 
ing to but few in frill suits. 
Here a man is arranging a row of tiny pots 
with flowers in full bloom; pansies, tea roses, 
hyacinths and graceful frtscliias. How 
much? “ Fifty cents.” Oh t only French 
flowers stuck oil sand, but natural enough to 
deceive anybody but a bee. But Just around 
the comer are those of God’s making, with 
the breath of heaven in them. That tiny 
tuberose, only a few fleshy petals of pure 
white, and with no stem save the inch length 
of corolla, may be bail for twenty-five cents, 
and will (ill your room with fragrance for 
a week. A snowy camefia, too delicate for 
fingers unless swathed in cotton, will cost 
you seventy-five cents. You can g«t. a hunch 
of violets and a few geranium leaves for 
twenty-live cents more. 
Here are some odd-looking flower-pots, 
too, of eartlicm, hi various colors and shapes. 
One is shaped like a straw bee-hive, another 
like a turtle, and others like wild beasts on 
all fours. Then all around are holes, two 
inches apart, iu tiers to the top, through 
which the bulbs shoot. The effect is curious 
and pretty, loo, of crocusses ami hyacinths 
in full bloom on the back and sides of a green 
turtle or a leathery elephant in diminished 
proportions. This effect might be simulated 
by sawing oil’ one side of a cocoanut shell, 
leaving on the end on which is the monkey’s 
face, boring in half inch holes, and placing 
it over a rounded form of earth, in which 
the sprouted bulbs arc buried. We never 
saw it done, but it occurred to us this minute 
that a cocoanut, or even gourd shell, might, 
be utilized and beautified in this way, and 
be something new. If evur a body wants 
something out-of-thc way, it is iu the spring¬ 
time, when we are glad we are alive, and yet 
feel every nerve and filler in us conscious ot 
a sort of exulted dissatisfaction. Wo hall 
wish we were butterflies in chrysalis, to step 
out of our winter mtifllings, glorified, or a 
' snake even, to have the possibility of crawl¬ 
ing out of our skin. But we haven’t even t lie 
prerogative of a hen, that of shedding feath- 
! ers in a quiet way. What poor creatures we 
febbati) cubing. 
TRUSTING IN GOD. 
Only good the Father rontloth 
To the children of Ilia oare; 
And they nil are Ills dear children; 
lie provideth everywhere 
For Ills little ones, 
Giving bread Instead of stones. 
Adding also many a sorrow 
Asa blessing in disguise, 
Could we see the hand beneath us 
Bearing up our agonies, 
Guiding us aright. 
Through the dark tempestuous night. 
We should trust Him then, and trust Him 
Ever —not when billows roll 
Alone — but when the "iwahine flatters 
All the prospect of the soul, 
For temptat ion hides 
Most where most the light abides. 
Selected. 
LEAN HARD. 
Child of my love, *’ loan hard,’’ 
And let Me feel the pressure of thy care. 
I know thy burden,child. I ghapod It; 
Poised it In udueown hand ; made no proportion 
In Its weight to thine unaided strength ; 
For even as I htlrt it on, I said 
" 1 shull bo near, and while she loans on Me, 
This harden shall he mine, not hers; 
So shall J keep my child within the circling arms 
Of mine own love.” Here lay Itdown, nor l’ear 
To impose It on a shoulder which upholds 
The government of worlds. Yet closer come 
Thou art not near enough; I would embrace thy euro, 
So I might fool my child reposing mi my breast. 
Thou lovest Me? I know it, Doubt not, then ; 
But, loving Ml), LEAN BAUD. 
-- 
OF ETERNAL LIFE. 
We are too apt, in thinking of eternal life, 
to think of it ns an eternal abstraction, or at 
least as consisting too exclusively in mental 
nets and exercises, (ileuce perhaps that, 
want of Joyful expectation which is too 
characteristic of our religious exercises,) 
Even to true Christians the transition to 
eternity appeal's very often like a passage 
from a wakeful state to slop. And some 
whose love for Christ, makes them long for 
any change which will bring them nearer to 
Him, are apt to torment, themselves because 
of the enjoyment they durive from earthly 
and corporeal tilings, however pure and 
innocent. 
But what if these same sources of enjoy¬ 
ment arc to be opened in the other world, 
it I and rendered inexhaustible, subordinate to 
This gray stone structure that look# like spiritual joys, but not opposed to them? 
an English Abbey, is Grace Church, in which 
the famous Brown is utill master of ceremo¬ 
nies. He has grown very stout, has a 
stomach like a bay-window, and a face as 
pompons and self-satisfied us a great Tomp¬ 
kins County King apple. His broadcloth is 
of the finest black, and ho leads you to a 
softly cushioned pew of crimson, with the 
grace and dignity of an alderman. Although 
there are four stirpliced priests on the 
sacred rostrum, you don’t hear much, 
only the organ swells and the sing¬ 
ing, for the interior is like a great 
art gallery. In the windows are holy men 
What if all those exquisite delights which 
we derive from sights and sounds shall lie 
eternal, in a thousand fold degree, and pure 
from all contamination? is there anything 
unreasonable in the supposition ? Are we 
not still to lie complex beings, soul and 
body, through eternity? Is not the inferior 
creation adapted to corporeal natures? Is 
it not subject to vanity and groaning until 
our redemption ? 
Instead then of striving against God’s ap¬ 
pointment, and obscuring our own prospect 
of eternal life, let us make our innocent en¬ 
joyments ail contribute to our hops of im¬ 
Juifs at Frankfort, ami which, in spite of the 
immense wealth her sons accumulated, their 
mother persisted in occupying. Bo obsti¬ 
nately did the old lady cling to her old habits, 
that it was only by tin* clandestine purchase 
of the ground around the house that her sons 
were enabled to insure tier the light and 
free circulation of air of which her humble 
home was totally deprived. An immense 
press is exhibited, divided into seven large 
dra wers. These were every night taken out 
by Madame Rothschild, and converted into 
beds for her seven children, who as La Paine 
and uncovered while lie acknowledges the white s 
pennies laid on the form beside him in a broider 
manner worty better compensation. Over h 
These warm days have banished to an ex- hung a 
tent velvet and sallies, and given way to suits a peae 
in grosgrain with petticoats of striped satin. It beads, 
will be a full month before the Spring open- jewels, 
mgs, and nothing new will be attempted be- her ha 
fore March. A month’s monotony of dress where 
is one of the grand enuuw of .Madame, who the m< 
gets as tired of wearing her velvet dress the iter co 
sixth time, as you, pretty maiden, off in the long pi 
country, do of fixing your merino over and her wl; 
and the marble, or plastic angels, standing 
about on brackets, sire undoubtedly singing 
low, soft refrains. The men and women are 
elegantly attired, but they have ugly faces. 
That lady in the sheeny satin dress of black, 
was good enough to stand at the church 
door last Sunday long enough for us to see 
that it was a beauty of a gown, if the trim¬ 
ming Imd not been all on the skirt and none 
on the tiqdy. But Grace church is to lie 
razed to the ground. It is on Broadway. 
The land on which it stands is worth over 
half a million of dollars, which is altogether 
too much to give to the service of the Lord, 
when a great speculation is on hand, and by 
going up on some of the cross streets the 
worshipers can pray just as well, and pro¬ 
gress and civilization lie enhanced thereby! 
Great is Mahomet ! 
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MASQUERADE DRESS. 
At one of the masked parties the other 
evening a tall, elegant woman personated 
Pride, and represented a peacock. Her dress 
was of rich white satin, with a long train of 
the same; the bottom of the front and sides 
of the dress were trimmed with double rows 
of peacock feathers; the upper skirt, also of 
white satin, was bordered to match, and em¬ 
broidered all over with heads of the bird. 
Over her left, shoulder and across her back 
hung a short mantle of emory velvet, having 
a peacock embroidered on it in glittering 
beads. Her arms and neck blazed with 
jewels. She carried a fan of its feathers in 
tier band, and they nodded on her head, 
where they were held by diamond pins. But 
the most elegant and conspicuous part <>f 
Iter costume was her train, which was ot 
long peacock feathers, and so arranged over 
her white satin skirt that they spread out 
i i over it as she walked with all the conscious 
a darkened room, just beginning to be cota- 
seious of returning health, and instead of 
turning away from every sunbeam that steals 
into our chamber, and turning a duaf ear to 
every bird that sings without, lot, us rather 
feast upon them as ingredients of that exquis¬ 
ite delight which shall attend our final and 
eternal convalescence.— Selected. 
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ANSWERS TO PRAYER. 
However early in the morning you seek 
the gate of access, you find it already open; 
and however deep the midnight moment 
when you ascend a special Pisgali or Moriah, 
it. needs not that you should enter some 
awful shrine, or put off your shoos on some 
holy ground. Could a memento lie reared 
from every spot from which an acceptable 
prayer lias passed away, and on which a 
prompt answer has come down, we should 
find ,/chomh shammah , “the Lord bath been 
here,” inscribed on many a cottage heartli 
and many a dungeon floor. \Ve should find 
it not only in Jerusalem’s proud temple, and 
David’s cedar galleries, but in the fisher¬ 
man’s cottage, by the brink in Genesarcth, 
and in the upper chamber where Pentecost 
began. And whether it be the field where 
Isaac went, to meditate, or the rocky knoll 
where Jacob lay down to sleep, or the brook 
where Israel rested, or the den where Daniel 
gazed on the hungry lions and the lions 
gazed on him, or the hill-sides where the 
Man of sorrows prayed all night, we should 
still discern the prints of the ladder’s feet let 
down from heaven — the landing place of 
mercies because the starting point of prayer. 
— Hamilton. 
remarks, probably slept as soundly in these over again. A few novelties in the shop over it as she walked wi n a i b ' 
primitive contrivances as iu the splendid windows are shown, laces in black and color pntle for which her piototj pc is ce e ra c 
palaces they have each acquired. and gorgeous parti-colored ribbons and — Exchange. 
We may be engaged in the work of thu 
Lord as well with a spade or a plow in 
our hand, as a Bible; on our knees scrub¬ 
bing a floor, as on our knees in the attitude 
| and act of prayer. — Guthrie. 
