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s is 
that what is good for the one, is quite as 
good for the other. 
I have known brothers ! and “ very good” 
ones too, according to popular judgment, 
allow their sister to be insulted by a coarse, 
ignorant creature to such an extent that 
would have made men, of the true ring of 
manly strength, annihilate the wretch with 
one look from their eyes. They would de¬ 
fend themselves on the ground that the sister 
was aide to defend herself. It is lair to pre¬ 
sume that if she* did not, there was no justice 
meted imt. 11 is tiresome to he always doing 
for one's self, even if one can. Then what is 
the use in being a man, if one has not. a sense 
of justice, and tire and flash and righteous in¬ 
dignation enough to execute it, and that, too, 
with the swiftness and torribh ness of a thun¬ 
derbolt V Men should be gentle, as a rule ; but 
there are times when gentleness should give 
way to wrath, and a vengeance that is to he 
dreaded because of its rarity, and not a puny, 
imbecile ebullition of ill temper. I remem¬ 
ber very well what t he Lord hath said about 
vengeance. But Got) works by means, and 
every man whom he sets clown upon the 
onrfli mulowed with 11 is own image, and 
Sabbath ftcabhrg 
U p ; —o, Father, help me to be gentle and 
patient!” So long as there are little chil¬ 
dren will a Mrs. Hasty, either here or there, 
be found to cloud their young lives, and 
bring regret and sorrow to her own heart by 
thoughtless, impatient words. 
JERUSALEM THE GOLDEN 
MEN AS HELPMEETS, 
TO A COQUETTE, 
jKiirsAT.KM the Golden, 
1 languish for one gleam 
Of all thy glory folden 
In dlatuncu and lit dream ! 
My thoughlf like palms in o.xllo, 
Climb up to look and pray 
For u gliuipno of that dear country 
That lies so far away. 
BY CUO STANLEY. 
■MR. LONGFELLOW IN FLORENCE. 
Florence, and 
Round and round In the ma*y dance 
Your dainty feet have come and gone. 
Till the midnight, hour is long since past. 
And the coming hour will lull of dawn. 
Round and round, while your floating curls. 
Your wonderful smile and eyes of blue. 
Have scaled his bondage and at your root. 
He waits to pour a libation true. 
The ground where you trend Is fragrant now, 
With flowers of his fancy, pure and bright. 
The. air you breathe is faint and sweet 
With th opening buds of love’s delight! 
The bunch of violets that, you gave. 
With scarce the glow of a conscious thought, 
Is rarer to him than eastern gems 
By the wealth of even a kingdom bought. 
But the rose he gave you with shy sad smile, 
Watching your blushes come and go, 
Was crushed In the dance beneath your feet 
As you glided gracefully to and fro 
A rose is nothing for many grow 
In the garden bowers each summer day; 
Bin oh, be wary, you never may And 
A heart like the one you cast away! 
Mr. Longfellow was m 
attended the funeral service in that city in 
memory of Rossini. The Florence corre¬ 
spondent, of the London News tells the fol¬ 
lowing pleasing ineiileut, which occurred at 
the close of the service: 
“ The service tluished about one o’clock. 
As I left the church, and while standing on 
the flight of steps, before descending into the 
Santa Croce square, my attention was arrest¬ 
ed by the singularly engaging and inteliect- 
tual countenance of one who had likewise 
been present to hear the Requiem A gen¬ 
tleman, perhaps some sixty years of age, 
with silvery locks and heard, accompanied 
by a lady, a youth and two young girls, was 
gazing from the topmost step on the crowd 
in the square as it flowed onwards past the 
statue of Dante. Whilst watching with 
curiosity the human stream before him, lie 
was himself an object of keen, undisguised, 
yet respectful interest to a party of young 
Anglo-Italian girls only a few steps off. I 
could overhear one saying to the rest, 4 1 am 
sure it must be he, he is so like the prints.' 
At length one of the young girls drew near 
to the lady accompanying the silver-haired 
stranger, and said, ‘ Pray excuse the liberty, 
but is not that Mr.Longfellow?’ ‘To he 
sure it is,’ was the reply. 4 Oh, I am so 
happy I have seen him! 1 was the instant and 
spontaneous exclamation; 4 that, really is a 
treat; that is worth a great deal more than 
the Requiem.’ The young Anglo-Italian 
then retreated to rejoin her own party, hut 
Jerusalem the Golden, 
When minieO In the west, 
It seeing the gate of glory, 
Thou city of the blest! 
And rat anight s starry torches, 
Through Intermediate gloom, 
Are waving with lUeir welcome 
To thy eternal homo. 
how to help a woman into a, carnage, which 
not. one man in five hundred knows how to 
do. 44 1 always like to work with Frank 
best of all my brothers,” ANN used to say, 
44 for he knows just how to do a thing, anti 
interprets my wishes without my going 
through the weariness of details.” 
There is a great difference, of course, in 
the natural disposition ot men about utiliz¬ 
ing their sympathies. But these may be 
cultivated and improved to a wholly desira¬ 
ble extent if a man will only take the trouble 
to improve every opportunity for educating 
himself. True, many men whose 11 hearts 
are full of diamonds and pearls, speak only 
toads and lrogs,’’ or act as awkwardly, say 
they cannot help so doing from sheer bash¬ 
fulness. But brothers arc not bashful with 
sisters, atul it is questionable it men have 
any moral or legal right to he stupid, lazy, 
bashful, or awkward with any one, at least 
on general principles. It is not hall so much 
what, a man says as the manner in which he 
says it, and the way in which ho behaves, 
which 44 behaves” means more than how he 
sits in a chair or holds his hands. 
I ran in to see Susie yesterday, and found 
her looking a little pallid. 44 Sick, Susie i ’ I 
asked. 
I had a dreadful 
Jerusalem the Golden! 
Whore loftily tlioynlng, 
O’er palu ami Borrow olden 
Forever triumphing! 
Lowly may be thy portal, 
And dark itmy no the door, 
The Mansion Is Immortal l 
God's palaeu fur Ids poor. 
Jerusalem the Golden! 
There Jill onr birds that flew- 
Onr flowers but half unfolden. 
Our pearls that turned to dew 
And all the glad life-music, 
Now hoard no longer here, 
Shall come again to greet us, 
As we are drawing near. 
TRUE ETIQUETTE. 
BY GRACE G. SLOUGn. 
There is a class of people in the world 
who are shocked if they discover an indi¬ 
vidual infringing one of the rules ot what 
they call etiquette, —who think that, people 
residing in the rural districts undeistand 
nothing about politeness, and have no busi¬ 
ness to intrude their presence in society’s 
drawing-rooms. 
In what, does true politeness consist? Is 
it in some studied phrase, or an a la mode 
how. or is it in a kindly deference to the 
wishes of others, —a desire to please and 
make others happy? There are gentlemen 
Jerusalem the Gulden! 
1 tod on day by day; 
Heart sure each night with longing, 
I stretch my hands and pray 
That, midst thy leaves of healing, 
My soul shall flml her neat, 
Where the wicked cease from troubling 
Tho weary turn at rest. 
The blue or black-eyed girls down the I 
street, are not. the only creatures a man 
should deem worthy his best endeavors. A 
good brother is sure to be good in any rela¬ 
tion ; and one who is not, good to his sisters 
need not flatter himself that In* will ever make 
a good husband, or that a girl of discern¬ 
ment, or good sense, will ever marry him. 
Ooi.cn is a brave young fellow, talented 
and high-hearted, and bust summer had left 
the farm t<> read law in a town pome miles 
away, Hannah, is his only unmarried sister, 
younger than he, Idolizing him, and always 
doing and devising for Ids comfort, for the 
mother is dead. When he came home in the 
fall on his vacation she had rides and cosy 
times planned, but he was so engaged always 
with the neighbors’ daughters that lie didn’t 
seem to have any time for Hannah. The 
last niifhl of his stay came, and lie was throw- 
SABBATH BELLS. 
Said Daniel Webster;— 44 1 once defended 
a man charged with the awful crime of mur¬ 
der. At the conclusion of the trial I asked 
him what, could induce him to stain his 
hands with the blood of a follow-being. 
Taming Ids blood shot, eyes lull upon me he 
replied, in a voice of despair, ' Mr. Webster, 
in my youth I spent the holy Sabbath in 
evil amusements, instead of frequenting the 
house of prayer and praise.’ Could we go 
back to the early years of all hardened crim¬ 
inals, T believe, firmly believe, that their first 
departure from the path of morality was 
when they abandoned the Sabbath school, 
arid their subsequent crimes might thus be 
traced back to the neglect of yout hful reli¬ 
gious instruction. 
44 Many years ago I spent a Sabbath with 
Thomas Jefferson, at his residence in Vir¬ 
ginia. It was in the month of June, and 
the weather was delightful. I remarked: 
4 IIow sweetly, how very sweetly sounds that 
Sabbath bell 1’ That distinguished states- 
44 No, only yesterday 
headache, and 1 wish I could have it again!” 
she added demurely. 
44 Why wish to have it again ?” I asked. 
44 If you had such a clear brother Joe, to 
cure you, you wouldn’t ask why. He has 
great strong hands, you know, and he. knows 
how louse them. He sent everything out 
of the room that could make a noise, and 
when .Toe does a thing it stays done until 
he retracts his orders; so I wasn’t in fear 
every minute that somebody, or something, 
would come in to distract or disturb me. 
Then, fixing the pillows, lie coaxed all the 
pain out. of my head wit h his hands and sent 
ft straggling off at the ends of my hair, until 
1 tell asleep and slept until dinner, when 
Joe came in with some oysters delicately 
served, just what I wanted, and a bunch of 
fresh violets, sod risar / it is a luxury to bo 
sick and have Joe know it.” 
Some one, a (lay or two ago, said a ‘‘brother 
should be, like a lover, with passion left out.” 
But a bright girl, whose home is over the 
ocean, said, 44 No, it is quite impossible for a 
lover to be unselfish, and a brother should 
know no selfishness. My brothers George 
horrible to relate—sometimes torgets to un¬ 
fold a napkin, or handle a fork properly. 
And yet, watch the same advocates of polite¬ 
ness at home, and see if they manifest that 
same deferential gallantry toward mother 
and sisters that they display for the benefit 
of others in public. 
I do not like awkwardness any better than 
others; but that is better when the heart is 
kind, than a studied politeness that has no 
root beneath the surface. I have seen young 
gentlemen whom our city exquisites would 
term 44 country bumpkins,” who, although 
they did not understand the art of walking 
us gracefully across a spacious parlor ns 
those who have been bred there, were j ot 
far from forgetting the courtesy due to an 
aged person when they met. them, as I have 
seen many so-called fashionable young men 
do. They could not perhaps cloak a sister 
as gracefully in public as some others; but 
they anticipated her wants, and were kind 
to her at home. 
Now, which class best observes the rules 
of true etiquette? Do we wish a person to 
he polite to us because fashion says they 
must, or because they wish to be so for our 
sakes V We cannot study courtesy too much, 
but we must begin it at home, and practice 
it there, and toward every one we meet, rich 
or poor, old or young. 
Wellsville, N. Y. 
BEAUTY ON SKATES 
A pretty girl on skates, if any girl can 
be otherwise than pretty, dad in one of those 
jaunty, fur-trimmed pelisses that Cupid him¬ 
self muaL have fashioned, the little form ''end¬ 
ing to and fro in nmlulous and rhythmic 
motion, the glowing cheeks and radiant eyes 
kissed by kindly winter into tenfold beauty, 
is such a sight as the holiest and hardest of 
anchorites might be pardoned for falling in 
love with. 
And if she he, on the contrary, a poor 
skater, the charm is, if anything, hightened, 
at least to her cavalier. There is such an 
irresistible fascination in her absolute de¬ 
pendence on his protecting arm; there is 
such a charm in her pretty terrors, her deli¬ 
cious helplessness, her graceful tumbles, such 
a music in her little shrieks of dread and her 
self-accusing laughter; and then it is so de¬ 
lightful to pick her up after each comical 
upset, and she is throughout so good-natured, 
and so grateful, and so provokiugly pretty, 
that she is, if anything, more adorable than 
if she skated like a championess. 
An ice-pond, too, on a bright, still night, 
AN INCIDENT IN A PALACE, 
A number of courtiers worn gathered one 
day in tho palace of King Edward VI. of 
England, and one of them desiring to obtain 
an article that was a little beyond his reach, 
thoughtlessly took a large Bible from tho 
table and stepped on it. 
The young king, whose piety was most 
sincere and devout, was deeply grieved at 
this want of reverence for God’s Word. But 
he loved the offender, and was unwilling to 
subject him to the mortification of a public 
rebnke, while lie felt, that the offence ought 
to receive attention. He therefore lifted the 
Bible from the floor with great care, laid it. 
gently on the table, and then stooped over 
reverently and kissed it. The silent act 
made a profound impression on tho courti¬ 
ers; tears moistened many eyes, and the 
offender felt most keenly the tender reproof 
conveyed by the monarch It were well if in 
all places and all homes a similar reverence 
were cherished for the Word of God. 
THE BROKEN BOWL 
BY BELL CLINTON 
splendid and noble manliness to, perhaps, 
commonplace sisters, whom he has lived 
■with all his life, who are accustomed to his 
every day presence; and cannot appreciate 
superlative qualities. This is a fatal mistake. 
Appreciation will come late if not soon. It 
is the small, sweet courtesies all along the 
way that constitutes true heroism. Only a 
short time ago, sitting in an artist’s atelier, 
chatting with his pretty black-eyed daughter 
who naively enough talked of her father and 
his pictures and of her mother and sisters, l 
ventured to ask about the brothers. 
“Oh, we’re all girls,” she said. “Would’nt 
it be nice if one of us had been a bay ? But 
then,” and her voice changed to doubt, 44 the 
girls who have brothers say they are regular 
nuisances, never taking them out and always 
thinking they must have all tho spending 
money and the horses and carriage; so I 
don’t know but we are just as well off.” 
1 felt, there was, at least, some truth in the 
remark, especially when she touched upon 
the horse and carriage subject, for 1 at once 
saw myself standing like poor Cinderella, 
watching the boys drive off on a fine sum¬ 
mer evening, or dash off on a brisk gallop as 
independent as a sunbeam, while I, who had 
been hungry for a ride or a drive for a whole 
week, must stay at home because 1 was a 
girl. Because a man has the power to ap¬ 
propriate all the pleasures to himself, is no 
siffn or reason he should. And there is not 
In her little chair sat two-years-old Lucy, 
looking very happy as she ate her bread and 
milk. 44 Be, careful, darling,” said Mrs. 
Hasty, “ hold fast the pretty bowl and not 
break it.” 
The little one finished her supper, saying, 
“here, mamma.” But mamma was busy. 
So. waiting not, she started to carry it to the 
table; but the wee foot tripped, the howl fell 
and was broken. 
“There, you careless little thing. Why 
didn’t you wait until I came ? Now you’ve 
broken the howl grandpa gave me years ago. 
How foolish of me to give it you. I’m so 
vexed and out of patience. I could box 
your ears for you. Why didn't you sit still • / 
“I’s sorry mamma,— and the blue eyes 
THROUGH MUCH TRIBULATION. 
No one reaches heaven without passing 
through the waters of tribulation. It is the 
law of tlx: kingdom, and a necessary law. 
The psalmist accounts for it on the principle 
implied in the declaration: — “ Because they 
have no changes, therefore they fear not 
God.” Yes, changes, sad and painful changes 
are often necessary in order to the turn¬ 
ing the faces of God’s chosen heavenward. 
Said a Christian who lost his house and 
property by fire, “ If they had not perished, 
I should have perishedand another, who 
had lost his eyesight, 44 1 could never see till 
1 was blind.” Thus God leads through the 
MARRYING BY LOT 
little book, written by a lady who was once 
a member of the sect tells about it. The 
women live in an establishment under the 
charge of an Ekleress, and the unmarried 
men in a like establishment. When one of 
the brethren wishes to marry, he announces 
his wish to the society, and the Elderess se¬ 
lects a lady whom she thinks suitable. Then 
lots marked yes and no, are thrown into a 
box, and if the first drawn is in the affirma¬ 
tive tlie marriage takes place; but, if nega- 
| tive, a new choice is made and the lot once 
Missionaries in distant 
complete her medical education. That she 
was hardly worthy the sacrifice, only made 
his unselfishness the more admirable. It is 
worthy of record. 
A man need not wait to be a husband, or 
father, or until lie has achieved wealth and 
fame, to display Ids manly attributes or good¬ 
ness. All that has been said or written 
about sisterly affection and influence is un¬ 
doubtedly solid truth, and in their love and 
life brothers may insure to themselves a 
compensations all the sweeter for Its being 
unselfish. ^ 
over the round rosy cneeKs. 
An hour later little Lucy was being rocked 
to sleep, The white lids drooped, then un¬ 
closed, and with a sob and quivering lip, she 
murmured:—“I’a sorry, mamma; I lie careful 
next time;” then closed again, and her sor¬ 
row was forgotten. But the heart ot Mrs. 
Hasty was very heavy, as she looked upon 
the little sleeper and recalled her words. 
“ O, why did I speak so harshly to my child? 
Why cloud her innocent brow ? Why bring 
tears to her eyes or fix those scars upon her 
tender heart? But it is done, and the influ¬ 
ence of my thoughtless words will not be 
lost upon my darling;” and the mother’s 
tears fell fast, while the heart-petition went 
more appealed to. 
fields of labor frequently have wives selected 
by the society, tho ceremony of marriage 
performed with a proxy, and the bride sent 
on to their station, where, perhaps, they meet 
for the first time. 
Women, like wheels, are often tired, and 
usually from the same cause,—going round 
too much. 
