jabits’ fort-1'0110. 
The lady conversed so well I did not wish 
to lose a word of her highly interesting con¬ 
versation. She spoke of the beau ties of her 
home, and rising, opened a door into a 
ALICE, veranda facing the river. I gladly stepped 
t - out beneath the pure blue above, and taking 0UR FAIRY RING * 
I know a maiden bright and fair, « _, ° . - 
With iiiRtrona eyes and Roldan hnlr, a SUB. tantial seat on the grass, watched as Wttrr.rc Titans war with social Jove, 
a form of undulating grace, lovely a picture as often passes before mor- My own swwt wife and x, 
a lovely, young and thoughtful face; tala. The majestic river dotted with islands w r Kly * lura ,n ° ,,r lov «- 
But ’tl» not beauty that Imparts J n r,u u uwuu islands And let the world go b»r ! 
The charm that binds thoc to our hearts. Whose small forests were regal with the tints °, never hearts beat half so light. 
Iti>tu„ P,„. s „„i . y „, of autumn; Chttering Tine, loaded with pur- 
Where truth enshrined in beauty lies; pie grapes ; blufls yonder, bold and grand; As In our fairy ring, 
It Is each gentle deed and word flowers ill profusion about me, — all these Dear love! 
By which our hearts in love are stirred; , Our hallowed fairy rlmr 1 
For these must leave a deeper trace onl y » part Ot the fresh, finished beauty CrOD y * ■ 
Thun lies wiihln a beauteous face. had lavishly proffered. Wlmt a contrast to ° ur worltl f,f cra f )ire is not largo, 
_ _this nomc V r \\ hicll one oi His subjects A little heaven links marge to marge, 
wrnmwn uvt t q presided, and who, seemingly a great admirer B, it what rich realms it folds! 
Tai » T — f t- '“ a uot ,~ traM ° f “«»>-■ ‘atstt sskst- 
That Is her picture. W ru„ on the wall; domestic sanctuary ! A-bmod o’or dearer lifo-on-llfe 
i S.*“ ““’XuTr '”*• ! WMk «» «t looking out I tried to 
Of the days before my sorrow began. reconcile the incongruities. I disliked to Our hallowed fairy ring ' 
It seems like a golden dream sometimes. think of the ni<r nimmacW Piwvfhimi- in 
That I and my love with the goldeu hair , ° 1 - & ' llln a 111 Thou leanest thy true love on mine, 
E-er sat in the park beneath the limes, U1C pantry, — even the bread tray and sugar Aud bravely nearest up ! 
Where the violets grow and the woodbine fair. box,— hens making their nests up stall's, fur- Aye n > ln K I1 "K love's moat prnclou* wine. 
The artist? Well If you care to know, niture broken and marred, walls scratched aS eSimorfthe circling hours 
Tom‘^.aiTi yS i Clf: f K r . Iuscdtopa,r,t aud defaced, not a picture, ornament, ora New girts of glory bring; 
Nor y pa.e«o Sri KS?-. mint thi ”S to delight the eye or rest the body; 
When I hear her name; so pass the cup, and yet SUCll a place called llOlne 1 Dour | ov e ! ' 
M y frielld me from my Study of Our hallowed fairy ring! 
As though they'd never tholr clangor cease. Contrasts by asking if I were not ready to We’ve known a many sorrows, Sweet ! 
Ton come tho wedding-folk down the street! retum * I Certainly Was; and J.VMIE being AmUiftenWod wUh^rembilmr feet 
Hero is the husband and here U tho wife, Summoned to get “ Old Gray,” the hostess Our pilgrimage of years. 
1 For them the^Xn^X^ofamre, 1>k * cd cach f a most beautiful ^uquet, “* 
W vl}« r!!» ^ Au r; y01 ’ " iay \ noW b0,t ' f nd ; klndly thanklIl S ber > we rodo away My Clouds broke to beauty as you smiled, 
An,i .i.ok.Ji" r it'«Bffiering ton®, lively companion was almost wild witli Peace crowned our fairy ring, 
But let me be with her picture alone! lm,tb > and lllUH OUT first call oil tile frontier 0ur hall ™[ ImrVrimr i 
-- ended merrily. What we had read of in _ + 
MY CALL ON TEE FRONTIER. books, etc., were plain realities now. After TFNNvqnw'q “ <up r a t a it a n » 
- the novelty wore away we had a subject GALAHAD. 
A sunny September afternoon I sat by worth thought,, and found an avenue through bt iliz a wood worth. 
“ my little cabin door,” watching the Missis- which we might do good. This lady's bus- The Romancers had a Wnd ti.nt u,o 
nppi roll majestically along, and had grown band was an author ,—both were well edu- cup, or Holy Grail, as it was 8 called out of 
a tnflo homesick thinking of distant friends, fated, entertaining and agreeable. Should which Jesu s drank at the Last Rm„w w »s 
when I heard the clatter of wheels, saw “old we drop these acquaintances, so rarely found 
Gray” turn tho comer, and a merry voice on the frontier? Wc had a will to rmsi,, .1 V-T , y J . n 1 Arnnu ', 
chimed out —“Staying at home this lovely them, and found a way to do it a-wccihlv . , ca ’ 4 , iat 11 »’e»nhined m possession of 
day, all alone ? Come, get ready, and let's This came about through a Sabbath School’ lutedOiootodUhln— chastenessin “"thmight 
go and pay the ojiII we. owe Mrs. L - ” and we leave sensitive Indies to im-icri,,,.!, ’ , , ’ cuastenessm thought, 
I was ready in “ no time ” for remember I am persuaded that, while living the .Tlfw * T} 
frontier ladies don’t find themselves obliged “ interior » if we open our eyes, wc may see mysUc cup “ h w ^’umITruSp 7 
to go to a halr*dresscr and sit an hour,beside sights similar to those in Frontier Life. How r d,,-,.,, \ .■ . ” I ■ ‘ 
being subject to their dressing-maid another, far need some of us go to do this?-ir. m. l. knhrtus nf 'LZ ZTl °*u 
Imct Iftistells 
anti. 
OUR FAIRY RING, 
Wttrr.n Titans war with social Jove, 
My OWU sweet wife anil 1, 
Wyi make Elysium In our love, 
Ami let the world go b»r! 
O, never hearts beat half so light. 
With crowned Queen or King! 
O, never world was half so bright 
As In our fairy ring, 
Dear love ! 
Our hallowed fairy ring! 
Our world of empire is not large, 
But priceless wealth It holds ; 
A little heaven links marge to marge. 
But wlmt rich realms it folds ! 
Ami clasping all from outer strife. 
Sits l.ove with folden wing, 
A-brood o'nr dearer Ilfo-on-llfe, 
Within our fairy ring, 
Dear love! 
Our hallowed fairy ring ! 
Thou leanest thy true love on mine, 
Aud bravely boarest up! 
Aye mingling love’s most pruclous wine, 
In life's most bltfcor eup! 
And evermore tho circling hours 
Now gifts of glory bring; 
We live anil love like happy flowers. 
All in our fairy ring. 
Dour love! 
Our hallowed fairy ring ! 
We’ve known n many sorrows, Sweet! 
We've wept a many tears, 
Aud often trod with trembling feet 
Our pilgrimage of years. 
But whoa our sky grew dark and wild. 
All closer did we cling; 
Clouds broke to beauty as you smiled, 
Pernio crowned our fairy rlug, 
Doar love! 
Our hallowed fairy ring ' 
TENNYSON'S “SIR GALAHAD.” 
BY ELIZA WOODWORTH. 
The Romancers had a legend that the 
cup, or Holy Grail, as it was called, out of 
which Jkbus drank at the Last Sapper, was 
carried into England by Joseph of Arima- 
thea, and that it remained in possession of 
thoughts of the blessed ones; with the hope 
that lifts him above fear; with an ecetaey 
that etherealizes his weary body, making it 
like those heavenly frames which may be 
ours when “this corruption shall put. on in¬ 
corruption,” and our mortality “shall be 
clothed upon ” with immortality. Listen to 
the dauntless knight: 
“ When on my goodly charger hot 
Thro’ dreaming towns l go,— 
The cock crows ere the Christmas morn, 
The streets nro dumb with snow. 
The tempest crackles on the loads, 
And, ringing, spins from brand aud mall; 
But o’er the dark a glory spreads, 
And gilds the driving kail. 
* * ♦ « * * 
A maiden knight—to me is given 
Such hopo, I know not fear; 
I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven 
That often meet me here. 
I muse on Joy that will not cease. 
Pure spaoes clothed In living beams. 
Pure lilies of eternal peace, 
Whose odors haunt ray dreams; 
And, stricken by an angel’s hand. 
This mortal armor that I wear, 
This weight anil sue. this heart and eyes. 
Are touch’d, are turn'd to finest air.” 
Bo lie wends on his way, while music 
floats out from between mountain rifts; 
voices call to him iu tho untrodden places ; 
and the wings of angels stir the stillness of 
tho solitary wood. 
fabbatb Kcabing. 
TJ Jj 
THROUGH NIGHT TO LIGHT. 
On, weary, weary heart! Oh, fainting soul! 
Thy struggle Is In vain, 
The fiery waves of woo that o’or thee roll 
O’erwhelm with fiercest pain; 
There is for thoc uo vest, for thee no pence 
TUI thought aud luotu’ry—life Itself—shall cease ! 
“ Rest for tho weary •• words that flatteringly 
Proiulsu the buuri relief; 
An empty sound the words of puuoe to thee— 
They mock thy endless grief. 
Think uot thyself from further woe to savo. 
Seek not for rest, or—seek It In the grave ! 
Sweet rest, sweet, peace, Oh Jfiscs! Thou dIds’t give, 
K’ou In uiy mortal woe; 
Thou inad’st uiy struggling, dying hopos to live. 
And led me gently thro’ 
The waves that dashed against, my tired feet 
To fields of living green and verdure sweet. 
JEsus! sweet JE.atTH! In my darkest hour 
On Then alone I’ll call; 
Tho’ waves may dash and dark’rilug skies may lower. 
And raging storms appall - 
I heed theiu/iot, I look beyond, above, 
Aud tlud my rolugo In Thy Heart of Dove! 
OUR ISHMAELS. 
to go to a hair-dresser and sit an hour,beside 
being subject to their dressing-maid another. 
It would be useless to try to tell you of the 
beauties spread out on every side. White, 
blue, purple, and pink larkspurs grew so tall 
and grind I gathered a bouquet without get¬ 
ting out of the buggy. The flowers, the 
A PRIMA DONNA. 
At fifteen a prima donna sings prettily, 
and listens to advice; people say, “ I low 
knights of Arthur’s court to go in search 
of it. Sir Galahad was at last successful 
in finding it, as may he read in the seven¬ 
teenth book of the Romance of Ivimj 
-“ The copHi-n nod, 
Wings flutter, voices hover clear: 
• O, just and faithful knight of Qou! 
Ride oul tile pri/.e is hear.’ 
So pass I hostel, hall and grange: 
By bridge and ford, by park and pale, 
AU-arm’d I ride, whatu’er betide. 
Until I find tho Holy ijrall." 
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THE LAW OF PLEASING 
In the family, tho law of pleasing ought to 
extend from the highest to the lowest. You 
are bound to please your children; and your 
children are bound to please each other; and 
you arc bound to please your servants, if you 
export them to please you Some men arc 
pleasant in the household, anti nowhere else. 
1 have known such men, They were good 
fathers and kind husbands. If you had seen 
them in their own house, you would have 
thought that they were angels, almbst,; but 
if you lmd seen them in the street, or iu the 
store, or anywhere else outside of their 
house, you would have thought them almost 
demoniac. 
But the opposite is apt to be the ease. 
When wc are among our neighbors, or 
among strangers, we hold ourselves with self- 
sunshine, the river winding in and out among gentle and modest she is!” At sixteen, she 
clumps of trees, and peeping through vines, begins lo give herself airs; she knows she is 
Arthur," Mr. Lowell’s beautiful poem, respect, and endeavor to act with propriety; 
Hie Vision oi Sir Lnunfal,” is founded but when wc get home we sav to ourselves. 
brought back my thoughts from the old 
home ; and believe me, we had a charming 
ride going to make our call, and a remarkably 
gay one on our return. 
The lady on whom wc called was fine 
looking. Her pleasant face, mild hazel eyes 
and black, lustrous curls were attractions 
that faultless language enhanced. The house 
before which we halted was neat, commo¬ 
dious, framed and well finished. The front 
yard was luxuriant with flowers, while 
tempting vegetables grew on cither side. Wo 
were met at the gate by the hostess, and cor¬ 
dially greeted. Jamie being called to look 
handsome; she is amiable. At seventeen, 
admirers appear; people wish her many 
happy returns on her birthday; she still 
flushes at compliments. At, eighteen, she 
is a coquette; she calls upon the critics; she 
suffers from colds, and already complains 
that managers make her sing too much. At 
nineteen, she misses rehearsals. At twenty, 
she travels for a month. At twenty-one, 
she is constantly talking about her guardian ; 
she plots against the other members of the 
company- she causes herself to be applaud¬ 
ed and causes them to be hissed. 
At. twenty-two, she is at par. At twenty- 
after “ old Gray,” we walked slowly through tbree » sbe Peonies tender and melancholy. 
the yard, admiring the flowers, passed 
through tho porch and were ushered in. My 
companion, being an invalid, was kindly 
ensconced in a monstrous arm chair, and 1 
nearly lost sight of her as I gently rested on 
a would-be chair, with weak legs and a brok¬ 
en back. The hostess took one similar, and 
then we chatted. 
Jamie came back, and went into the 
pantry to finish churning. All this time 1 
thought 1 heard a strange noise in that direc¬ 
tion, and soon discovered a pig's nose pro¬ 
truding through the door. With the accus- 
At, twenty-four, she talks about an ambassa¬ 
dor who intends marrying her. At twenty- 
five, she gives dinner parties, but eats only 
a few crumbs herself, for she is beginning to 
get. stout. At, twenty-six, she complains 
that managers do not make her sing enough. 
At twenty-seven, she has an action. At 
twenty-eight, she confesses, quietly, that the 
applause is falling off. At twenty-nine, she 
jokes about being twenty-one next birthday. 
At thirty,she calls in the fashionable beauti- 
fier. At thirty-one, she falls desperately in 
love with a mere boy. At thirty-two, she is 
tomed grunt, piggy introduced itself, and as lUld BbIe as possible with the manager 
made direct for me. My chair, before in 
danger, threatened an upset, and not wish 
ing to participate 1 hastily rose. Leisurely 
the lug walked^about, saluting one and an¬ 
other without embarrasment, until the lady 
quietly called Jamie to take it away. 
The lad coaxed his pet back, and treated 
it to a slice of bread by way of atonement, 
and then, standing on its hind feet, it partook 
of cream from the churn as dessert. 1 did not 
whom she formerly despised so much. At 
thirty-three, the papers grow cool. At 
thirty-four, they are silent. At thirty-live, 
she goes into the provinces. At forty-five, 
you come across her in the chorus of some 
obscure theater.— La Qanlm. 
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GOSSIPY PARAGRAPHS. 
of cream from the churn as dessert. I did not * ,T ! m ^ Onondaga county, N. 1., 
dare to look towards my companion but T ¥ 7, T ° WU daUghter is the 
biting my lips to repress the smothered mer- S ^ ^ an(1 ,na ^ him 
riment.I watched „«u, .. ll “ 9c11 ' lo obtain avenge for this most 
biting my lips to repress the smothered mer¬ 
riment, I watched “biddy” walk leisurely 
up the porch steps, humming to herself and, 
nothing abashed by strangers, walk in and 
settle herself down by the door for a (lust 
bath. She scratched, rolled, etc., as if per¬ 
fectly at home, while the hostess looked on 
admiringly. 
unmotherly trick, the daughter set her cap 
at the young man’s rich father, of whom he 
was the only heir, to the infinite annoyance 
of her step-children. 
A summer boarder in a country village 
upon the legend of the Holy Grail. 
Tennyson’s “Sir Galahad” is one of 
those perfect minor compositions, glowing 
like life-holding gems among the English 
Idyls. The poet conceals himself, and the 
young and huthful knight appears as the 
sole speaker. How noble, because ho well- 
based, are bis words as he rides forth to the 
Tournament: 
“ My good blade carve* the casques of men, 
My tough kinao thrusteth sure ; 
My strength Is as the strength of ton, 
Because ray heart is puro. 
The shattering trumpet shrllloth high. 
The hard brands shiver on the stool, 
The splinter’d apear-ahufts crack and fly, 
Tho horse and rldor reel: 
They reel, they roll iu clanging lists.” 
When this valiant knight of God, having 
won in the hard-fought fray, rests his lance, 
he still keeps his high tryst with Heaven, 
though appreciating all the earthly beauty 
and love that would draw him aside from 
the better but far off Good that his soul has 
chosen: 
“ How sweet are looks that Iadi03 bend 
On whom their favors fall! 
For them J battle to the end. 
To save from shuuio and thrall; 
But all my heart Is drawn above. 
My kneee are bow’d Ui crypt and shrine: 
I never felt this kiss of love. 
Nor maiden’s band In mine. 
More bounteous aspects on mo beam, 
Ale mightier transports move and thrill; 
So keep I fair thro' faith and prayer, 
A virgin heart In work and will.” 
And he is not left comfortless. In lonely 
forests he has wondrous revelations. Bells, 
calling to worship, startle the solitary air; 
shrines, altars, the sacred vessels of the 
sacrament, are beheld by his pure eyes, and 
his heart is strengthened. It. is night; the 
moon has waned and set amid storms, but a 
vision of peace is before Sir Galaiiad: 
-" A light before me swims, 
Between dark storms the forest glows, 
I hear a nol.sn nf hymns : 
Then by some secret shrine I ride ; 
I hear a voice, bat none are there ; 
The stall* are void, the doors are wide. 
The tapers burning fair. 
Fair gleams tho snowy altar-cloth. 
The sliver vessels sparkle clean; 
The shrill bell rings, the censer swings. 
And solemn chants resound between,” 
On the mountains, those “ desolate places 
admiringly. says that at the meeting-house they have a Un tlie mountains, those “ desolate places tQ eat 8l()w] 
The pig a second time emerged from the beautifU } cWme of ' bells-in the entry after of the earth >” lu: finds akl aild hol >' C 9P- philosophy, 
pantry. Biddy below' sang indifferently; tbe servdce9 - pamons up . Envy if surrounded on all sides bv the 
biddy above cackled loudly, with full chorus “ ° FF sbe f**” s:dd a . lad y. pairing of " S i“XmaTicZk •, n, ° UDtaln ' mere " brightness of another’s prosperity, like the 
i nm a score of feathered thorouuli-hreds, (I th e tiain as it was starting. “\ou have Heap on board no helmsman steers. scorpion confined within a circle of fire will 
gn«s;) while Jamie sprang up iitairs, qultt the gender, madam,” said o gentle- ■««} *»'• **. . stiu , u ^ f ,.T" 
He came hack , had laid au time J man > this is a mail team. Three anaei« boar tb« holy oral. : * It is not until the flower has fallen off that. 
to “ mo^r ” 7T 1 ? n “r ’h i St T’ tha ‘ CaU lead W o? Wh «ie fruit begins to ripen. Bo, in life, it is 
went back to the n V PJSSy» ^ nL nl y when the sk> is clear. Reason is a Jd bieraed viahmt wood of Con! when tho romance has passed that the 
went ij.u k to the pantry. Lhrough the hall- the magnetic needle that guides the ship My spirit beats her mortal bars, nmciirwi uaafninow winn 
closed door I watched the pig awhile. Every when they are in dnrkn«». T ^ . praehcai ueefnlne®.begin* 
nook and corner was evnim-ori rnuwi « ... .. , And sur-iuse mingles with the star*.” No man can tell whether he is rich or 
amj-boxes fell, until Jamie’s mother told him ' ou8E ' r3 ayc bke °PPoaftim> steamboats. In the morning twilight, as he rides poor by turning to his ledger. It is the heart 
to see to liis dW addino- he--oro f J i , They reduce the fair, and they should always through sleeping towns, still searching that makes a man rich. He is rich or poor 
bow attached Jamie w^ tn °t a ^° °^’ e encouraged by economical people, because through wintry storm and sleet for the Holy according to what be is, not according to 
9 P ek they have a tendency to lessen w'aist, Grail, his trusting heart is upborne with what he ha s, 
but when wo get home we say to ourselves, 
“ T b.nve played a part long enough, and am 
now' going to be natural.” So we sit down, 
and are ugly, and blunt, and disagreeable. 
\\ e lay aside those thousand little courtesies 
that make the hardest things like velvet, and 
that make life pleasant. We expend all our 
politeness in places where it will be profitable 
—where it will bring silver and gold. 
My friends, our kindness should begin at 
home. It should not stay there; but there 
it should begin, and there it shohkl be nour¬ 
ished: And nowhere else should you lie so 
considerate of politeness as in your own 
house, when there is nobody there but your 
wife and children; for what has a man tliat. 
is wortli more to him than his wife and 
children Y 
I think tliat t here are non-Christian fam¬ 
ilies—families that do not profess to know 
the truth, or to follow Christ—tliat might 
well be models or examples' to us in single 
things. ■ Ladlin' Repository. 
- •*-*-* - 
SANDWICHES. 
Vatn inclinations—Tiie, shifting:: of the 
weather cock. 
When is a ship at sea not only on water ? 
When she’s on fire. 
VV hen is a wife like a great coat ? When 
her husband is wrapped up in her. 
When a doctor orders bark, it is only na¬ 
tural that the patients should growl. 
Why is a dilapidated shoe like ancient 
Greece ?—Because it once had a Solon. 
Pboi’LE talk about dry reading. Why 
don’t they try a volume of water. Eh ? 
VV hat is that which was bom without a 
soul, lived and contained a soul, yet died 
without a soul V The whale that swallowed 
Jonah. 
The highest flames are the most tremulous; 
and so the most holy and eminent Christians 
are most full of reverence, and modesty, ancl 
humility. 
To enrich the mind and purify the heart, 
to keep the tongue still and the arm active, 
to eat slowly and sleep quietly—this is true 
Envy, if surrounded on all sides by the 
brightness of another’s prosperity, like the 
scorpion, confined within a circle of fire, will 
sting itself to death. 
It is not. until the flower has fallen off that, 
the fruit begins to ripen. So, in life, it is 
when the romance has passed that the 
practical usefulness begins. 
No man can tell whether lie is licit or 
The story of IsmiAET,, moagerly ns it is 
given in the Old Testament, is touchingly 
• sad. Bout into the great wilderness of lift*, 
with only his bow and arrow, “ his hand 
against every man and every man’s hand 
against him,” his condition was pitiable in¬ 
deed. For him there was no kindly sympa¬ 
thy which would encourage, no warm 
socialism which would sweeten toil and 
shorten the days, no tender friendships that 
would uplift and make glad. From every¬ 
thing that would benefit his nature the youth 
was wholly shut out. 
But unfortunate as was his case, there are 
others to-day not less so. Ishraaels go about 
among us everywhere, against whom every 
man’s hand is uplifted. They may have be¬ 
come ivhat they are not so much through 
their own sin as through the sins of others ; 
yet. society,—good, beneficial society,—has 
pronounced them accursed, and accursed 
they arc. Sweet ministrations are not for 
them; holy influences, in so fir ns man’s 
influences are holy, pass them by. Unmind¬ 
ful of the injunction—“Judge not,” worthy 
men and women declare them ostracised, 
and will have nothing to do with them. 
It would be bad enough if all the modern 
Ishmaels were of the sex of him of old. But 
when so many of them might have been 
wives, loving and beloved, mothers honored 
and blest, how inexpressibly sad ! And is it 
not. lamentable beyond all words, that those 
most completely cut off from friendly eon 
sideratinn are somebody’s sisters ? Doubly 
accursed is tho woman who errs, by all self- 
appointed judges. Those who are so ready 
to speak of her as “ the weaker vessel,” are 
by no means ready to excuse her sin on 
account of her weakness. No throbbing 
hearts press close to hers and win her back 
to-virtuous womanhood. No Christian hands 
take hold on liers, and lead her along the 
path which ends in a puro, wifely love. 
Verily, there does seem little encourage¬ 
ment for any fallen one to come up out of 
the depths. “You have sinned, and we can ¬ 
not tolerate you,” says immaculate Christian 
society, “ go your way and sin more.” And 
Christian society, having thus delivered itself, 
and looking upon the inevitable results, lifts 
its eyes in gracious horror and prates loudly 
of “total depravity.” Total, indeed, would 
depravity be, if some faint echo of Christ’s 
words to the Magdalen did Hot at intervals 
reach these way wan I hearts. Well nigh total 
does it become, in many instances, when 
good resolutions find no response, and up¬ 
rightness is uot encouraged and strengthened 
by the upright. 
Why this unchristian spirit? Why are 
there any ishmaels to-day? Because the 
angel of God pronounced against II agar's 
unborn child, in those dim days agone, are 
we to violate tho Saviour's teachings by 
judging our neighbor? True Christianity 
surely cannot soil its garments by contact 
with siw, when such contact is reformatory. 
In sympathizing with, and working hu¬ 
manely for, the outcasts, we do not of neces¬ 
sity countenance what lias degraded them. 
Loathing the sin, we should not utterly 
loathe the sinner. While we may turn away 
from all that is laid in Ishmaclitish natures, 
we yet may smile upon all that is noble; and 
througli our smiles and kindness the wan¬ 
derers may be Avon back to purity. 
■ +■• »- - — - 
TnE Soul. —The soul is the one thing 
which continuously and immortally lives; 
which outlasts the body ; which lives when 
the stately house has fallen, and a splendid 
fortune has been scattered ; which lives when 
the theory that has once been accepted has 
been surpassed and forgotten, and the policy 
of the statesman has passed from men'ssiglit; 
which outlasts even the world itself, aud the 
stars in heaven, on which the etfrth is poised 
and hangs; which Jives while God himself 
continues, and while his government con¬ 
tinues to be exorcised over intelligent 
moral beings. 
