THE MAGDALEN 
UY A. A. HOPKINS. 
Sue stood on the shore one summer night 
Under the ponee of n tender sky, 
Where over the wutors the union’s white light. 
Sweet nnd tranquil nod pure, did lie. 
She stood on t he shorn her forehead bare. 
And loosely flowing her long orowuhuir. 
And wearily looked whore tho moonbeams lay 
So peacefully shimmering tar away. 
“Out yonder,“she sighed through her pallid lips, 
“ Out yonder, where water and sky uro blent, 
Are passing, by suores, the laden ships. 
That hear to so many some glad content. 
God pity me now! no Joys for me 
Are freighting the vessels Unit suit the soil— 
God pity mo now !” and her anguished prayer 
Kell sobbing and sad on tho still night air. 
“I wonder If heaven will hour my cry? 
I Wonder If heaven will hoed ?" she said; 
“ 'Tis easy to loapln the waves and die, 
’Twero hard to he punished when one were dead. 
I’vo borne tny share of the burden here; 
I’ve bought uiy Joy at. a urine too dear. 
The world la cruel; if God lie Just, 
Ho will forgive mo this last, 1 trust.” 
"For whatcari 1 do but to die7“ she moaned; 
"A castaway, wretched, despised am 1; 
The sin 1 committed may be atoned 
By naught of right-doing henceforth—and why? 
God knows I repent, lie knows 1 pray 
To walk in a. worthier, purer way. 
What matters It all f Men seorn mo still, 
And thrust rue from virtue, and always will. 
" I've tried as 1 might, In my feebleness, 
To rise to my womnnhood's tlrst estate: 
I’vo mot with no showing of love to bless, 
Butordy the tuunts and tho sneers of hate. 
I wonder, sometimes, how u God who cures 
How oven the tinies* sparrow fares. 
Can see unpunished Ills people spurn 
The erring, who would to the right return. 
" I’m sick of their tuunts and their cruel sneers, 
I’m sick of the sickening life I’ve led ; 
There's nothing so terrible to my fears 
Within tho future that llus ahead. 
God pity me now ! I will end It all! 
God pity me now I" was her plaintive call; 
The moonbeams parted, the waters o’er— 
She stood no longer upon t he shore I 
God pity the hearts In the cottage there. 
Fur up In the midst, of Now Nngland hills, 
That morning and evening put forth a prayer 
Which over the c/ear air sweetly thrills; 
A prayer for the wanderer, absent long, 
Who sang for them over the sweetest song, 
Whoso Ups held ever the.sweetest kiss, 
Whose tendcrOst loving they long will miss. 
God pity the mourners! God save the lost'. 
God pity His people who would not save! 
The wealth of a being their judgment cost; 
Most precious of treasure the price she gave. 
Whonoteth the tiniest sparrows fall 
Feels ever the strokes on His children all. 
And punishment sure Ho will bring sonic day. 
For *' vengeance is His, and lie will repay !” 
THE SUEZ CANAL—ITS PROMOTER. 
lx the chronicles of the present year two 
events will stand out grandly prominent— 
the linking of two oceans, the union of two 
seas. The Pacific Railroad completed was 
a proud thing for America; the Suez Canal 
open, it is believed, will he a prouder thing 
for the world. The former, signalizing the 
most remarkable triumph of engineering 
ever witnessed upon this Continent, was 
Chiefly of interest to our own nation; the 
latter, an accomplishment not less gigantic, 
indeed in its way the most, stupendous 
known, is of profound importance to all the 
chief nations of Europe, and commands the 
attention of every civilized people on the 
globe. 
That narrow neck of land between the 
Mediterranean and Red Seas, known as the 
Isthmus of Suez, has atways been a bar in 
the way of commerce. Only seventy-five 
miles in breadth, it has yet been an insur¬ 
mountable obstacle, widely sundering coun¬ 
tries with commercial interests in common, 
and compelling a long and wearying transit 
by water, both vexatious and unprofitable. 
Even the ancients sought to circumvent it. 
The old Egyptians constructed a canal from 
the Nile to the Red Sea, which was greatly 
enlarged and extended by the Roman Em¬ 
perors, and was kept open many years. It 
was abandoned when the Musaeimans effect¬ 
ed the conquest of Egypt, but was subse¬ 
quently renewed by the Caliphs, and styled 
“ Canal of the Prince of the Faithful.” It 
was umety-two miles in length, and a hun¬ 
dred feet wide. Vestiges of it still remain. 
In 1798 Napoleon searched out the line 
of tins ancient canal, and considered the 
question of constructing a similar oue along 
the same route. It was in tile year follow¬ 
ing that the modem idea of cutting directly 
through the Isthmus of Suez was presented 
by his Engineer, M. Lepkke. But though 
Napoleon acknowledged the feasibility of 
the project, lie confessed his inability to ac¬ 
complish it, and the work was led, for an¬ 
other Frenchman. The Suez Ship Canal as 
it exists to-day, was first formally proposed 
in 1854 by M. de Lessees. A firman sanc¬ 
tioning the enterprise, was granted by the 
Viceroy the same year, and tho organization 
of Im Compagnie de Grand Canal, Maritime 
de Suez was effected in 1858. A concession 
of ninety-nine years was granted by the 
Egyptian Government, which also subscribed 
liberally to the stock issued, and furnished 
large numbers of native laborers when, on 
the 25th of April, 1800, work was finally 
begun at Port Said. 
Amid many and great difficulties the vast 
undertaking has been progressing for a de¬ 
cade, until now, even while wo write, half 
the crowned heads of Europe are united in 
celebrating its completion. The Grand Ca¬ 
nal is ninety miles long, three hundred and 
SET’S, CTTIKTn PROMOTER OF THE STJEZ CANAL 
Turkish authorities. It w r as thus that young successfully, with the Sultan am 
Lesseps became intimate with Turkish and ers. So soon as M. de Lessees 
Egyptian affairs, and was enabled, after sev- fitly celebrated the nuptials of t.lr 
oral years of able consular service in various seas, rumor hath it he will celobr 
parts of the Eagt, to push the great enter- nuptials with a young and beaut 
prise with which he identified himself so being his Becond marriage. 
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LOT SLAYTON’S WIFE 
UY MRS. M. L, RAYNE. 
“Will they be here soon, mother V” asked 
Rose Slayton for the twentieth time, us she 
re-arranged a slack corner of tho table-cloth, 
and looked wistfully toward the window, 
where a gloomy November twilight was set¬ 
tling down. 
“ Soon enough for your comfort and mine,” 
answered the widow Slayton. “ Lot lias 
made a tool of himself, this time, for life. To 
think of the girls that are right hero hand¬ 
some enough for any young man, and now 
he must go off and marry that city giri! 
That comes of going on. ‘Change,’ what¬ 
ever that is, and being asked out to dine with 
poor gentle folks. ” 
“ He said she had yellow hair, ” said Rose, 
as if talking to herself “ If my sister Annie 
had lived she would have Jiad yellow hair. ” 
“Your sister Annie,” 
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sharply,“would have been worth a dozen such 
— ” but there the mother’s heart asserted its 
rights, and she broke down. 
“I wonder how she will like things,” 
thought Rose, looking around the bare kitch¬ 
en which was as white as snow, but guiltless 
of carpet or paint, and as destituto of any¬ 
thing like grace as a eider cellar; still it was 
comfortable, and almost cozy, that cold dark¬ 
ening night, to the eyes of Rose, who did 
get tired of the plainness of tilings, and long 
for some bright side to the work, scrub, 
scour of her daily life. The table was neatly 
set with many kinds of dishes,—blue-edge, 
brown-edge, white and yellow ware, filled 
to repletion with generous food, awaiting the 
master of the house and his bride. 
The Slayton farm was large and well 
cultivated, and people often wondered why 
Lot did not build a better house, and tear 
down the rambling story-and-a-half, which 
was not, considered worth painting or fixing, 
and yet was good enough for people to live 
in. They wondered, too, that he, did not. 
send Rose to a boarding school, and not let 
her do the milking half the time, and 
the most of the work the whole of the 
time; and they wondered if lie ever took 
any step in the world without first consult¬ 
ing his mother, and acting according to her 
advice like a dutiful son. No ! he never had 
till he took the most important step of his 
life, and married the yellow-haired “city 
girl.” 
It is not to be supposed that she was the 
daughter of the wealthy grain speculator, 
at whose elegant house he met her, she was 
only the children’s governess, a pale, pinched 
little body, with a frightened look in her 
timid blue eyes, and Lot had first seen her 
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