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NOONDAY REST. 
CALMER than midnight's deepest hush 
Is the sun-bright summer nooning. 
With its cloudy shadows seeking rest, 
That fall on the hlll-slUo swooning. 
Great Night, with its solemn, starry eyes. 
Over Day’s gate asks us whither 
We go and what our pass-word is, 
To the camp beyond the river. . 
But sunny Noon, with its sleepy smile, 
Hippies the grain netd over, 
Without a thought of the silent graves 
That may lie beneath the clover. 
Knee-deep the drowsy cattle stand 
In the water's golden glimmer. 
While berry bush ami bramble spray 
Along the hot wall shimmer. 
The plowshare glitters In the sun 
Through murdered daisies clinging; 
The nested birds leave busy bees 
To do the noonday singing. 
Bright Noon no eager questions asks. 
But like an old nurse story, 
Told as she holds us on her breast, 
Croons soft of love and glory. 
The weary plowman’s lazy length 
Ides in the shadow narrow, 
That clings about Ibe liny-stack foot, 
Careless as guarded sparrow. 
Oh, peaceful hour of summer Noon 1 
Life has its midnight slumber; 
Has it no noonday rest for us 
When cares shall cease to cumber? 
[ Ethd Lynn Beers. 
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THE MOTHERS- 
While “Woman’s Rights" arc careering 
on the topmost wave, threatening annihila 
tion to every precedent, there is imminent 
danger of one fact being ignored,—namely, 
the right of every eliild to a good mother. 
If women arc so zealous for their country’s 
good, let them remember there are other and 
nobler ways of securing it than by trailing 
their skirts through the seething, polluted 
malestrom of politics and the poll. Let the 
work begin in the nursery — nay in the first 
throb of the mother-heart 
“ What the country needs is mothers,” was 
the erv wrung by experience and observation 
from the proud lips of Napoleon. All! the 
stern old warrior hud caught, at least, one 
gleam of true philosophy. lie know the 
fashionable “ mammas,” with dwarfed minds 
and feeble bodies, lacked the stamina requi¬ 
site for the perpetuation of noble principles 
and good government. Perhaps he saw that 
had there been more mothers in the begin¬ 
ning of the Eighteenth Century, the “reign 
of terror” had never cursed his country, or 
blackened the page of history with the hor¬ 
rors of the French Revolution. 
Not less now than when the above senti¬ 
ment was uttered, does the world need 
mothers,—mothers who have quaffed richly 
from the fountain of life, whose souls are 
imbued with wisdom from the inexhaustible 
Fount, who realize tin-glory and magnitude 
of their work and the capacity of the im¬ 
mortals committed to their care,—mothers 
who will impart st rong physical natures and 
well balanced minds to their offspring. The 
world is full of the counterfeit,—fashionable 
ladies with human dolls, which on state oc¬ 
casions are permitted to grace the festivities 
on par with the family plate and Bohemian 
glass, their little figures reminding you of 
a walking advertisement for innumerable 
seamstresses. 
Poor little motherless children, with a pret¬ 
ty lady for mamma, and a hireling substitute 
lor the only good gill the world could ever 
offer you. Truly you need some companion 
to vindicate your long-abused rights, which, 
amid the conflict of sexes, are alike forgotten 
by each. 
We, think circumstances justify us in a 
new version of at least one passage of Scrip¬ 
ture, and in ceasing to be anxious about the 
“fathers,” (of whose whereabouts we have 
an inkling,) let the cry arise “ the mothers, 
where are they ?” As a class they surely arc 
not in their true position, — moulding the 
plastic mind into forms of nobleness and 
grace. Why do we sec so many eons and 
brothers straying from the paths of recti¬ 
tude,—so many the slaves of intemperance 
and licentiousness V 
Mothers, are your hands innocent of the 
blood of your sons? Did you imprint the 
signet of purity upon the forming mind ? 
Did you warn them against her wiles' 1 whose 
steps go down to deathV” Did you teach 
them to abhor the wine cup and all tha t could 
intoxicate? Have you taught them the great 
lesson of self-government and obedience to 
God? 
Had every mother been faithful in the dis¬ 
charge of her maternal duties, the cry for 
suffrage to redress her wrongs had never 
arisen, nor the world turned upside down in 
quest of “ woman’s sphere.” As she lost it 
iu neglecting her duties, she will find it only 
by returning to them. The quickest, surest 
way to reform society and the world is to 
reform the mothers. Let them instill pure, 
patriotic principles in the minds of their 
sons, if they would banish corruption from 
legislative halls. Let them acknowledge 
and confer every right to which then’ chil¬ 
dren are entitled, if they would enjoy the 
rights their station requires and justice de¬ 
mands. Let the mothers take care of their 
sons, and the ballot-box will take care of them 
and their rights , too. 
There are many, many noble mothers 
whom we venerate as visitants from a purer 
clime,—mothers who have given the world 
its best, wisest and most useful citizens,— 
mothers who have shrunk from none of the 
duties, and faithfully discharged the respon¬ 
sibilities of life. Surely their reward will 
he great. Mothers, guard well the tender 
plants you are rearing. Let the expanding 
buds unfold their petals in a pure atmos¬ 
phere, redolent with love and kindness. Re¬ 
member you are the sculptors of statuary far 
eternity, and no incision upon the statue can 
ever he effaced. A, c. p. 
DESIRE AND NEED OF GIRLS. 
A lady writing from New York City to a 
journal in Cincinnati,—we regret that we 
arc unable to give more definite credit,— 
treats of the young women so numerous in 
the great Metropolis, and moralizes a little, 
as follows: 
Fully one-half of the. girls who are now 
filling situations in stores, offices, etc., go 
there in the first place in order to he able to 
dress better. They live in plain but comfort¬ 
able homes, and must help with the house¬ 
work or t he children of their own kin; but 
they hear glowing accountaof the city; they 
want t lie finery that is denied them, and they 
want to go from Ihose petweeful home-lives, 
from the kind guardianship of parents, to the 
toils and temptations of the ten-hour system. 
They go plain country girls, with modest, 
blushing cheeks and smooth, shining hair. 
They stay there a year or two, and their 
checks are pale and their hair is frizzed. 
Tlii-y have lost, the g<r,uch<rie of blushing and 
are bold at repartee. They dress somehow ; 
but they have hours of despondency that, 
make them old. it is one long struggle with 
labor and temptation, and how they preserve 
their integrity God only knows. 
Now, would not these girls be happier as 
the wives of farmers or mechanics ? Would 
not one word of genuine love outweigh a ton 
of admiration? Would not the smile of a 
little child he a thousand times better than 
the gaze of a libertine ? Is il .not easier to 
work for one’s own than for strangers?—to 
feel that you are a king in your castle, if it, is 
only a one-story cottage? Woman's inde¬ 
pendence will work a deadlier wrong than 
any bond she has ever worn. When she 
steps beyond the fair threshold of womanly 
power—the archetypal home, where God has 
made her supreme, to fight the demons of 
political or commercial life, She lays down a 
scepter to take up a chain whose iron canker 
will eat into her soul. 
That was a true and beautiful reply which 
one of our strongest advocates of suffrage in 
this city gave to a gentleman who called on 
her at her office and demanded to know the. 
meaning of Woman’s Rights. She looked 
up with a troubled face—the face of a deli¬ 
cate, thoughtful woman—from the pile of 
exchanges and manuscripts which lay before 
her, and answered with earnest solemnity, 
“ I can give you its entire definition at this 
moment in two words, * Home and Peace!’ ” 
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ERRORS OF CHILDHOOD. 
Ip you find an error In a child’s mind, 
follow it up till lie is rid of it. Repeat and 
fix attention on the exact error, until it can 
never he committed again. One clear and 
distinct idea is worth a world of misty ones. 
Time is of no consequence in comparison to 
the object. Give the child possession of one 
clear, distinct truth and it becomes to him a 
center of light. In all your teaching—no 
matter what time it takes—never leave your 
pupil till you know he has in his mind your 
exact thought. In all explanations to your 
child,—and you will find innumerable expla¬ 
nations called for,—be patient and consider¬ 
ate, and leave no sense of vagueness behind, 
neither a repressive influence. 
-- 
A Paradise for. Women. —There is a 
town in Virginia which is a great place for 
women, as they never become old maids 
there. Whenever a girl reaches the age of 
thirty, and is still on the tiptoe of expecta¬ 
tion for some offer of marriage, the young 
men club together and draw lots for her. 
The victim who draws the “ black bean,” 
and who therefore has to take the woman, 
is presented with a purse containing ( a 
respectable sum of money, “ made up” for 
him by his more fortunate or unfortunate 
(as the case may be) companions. 
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Woman’s Friendship. —True friendship 
between women is rare, but. when it exists 
between those who are gifted with highly 
cultivated minds and warm feelings, it for 
snpusses any attachment between those of 
the other sex. Such friendship is a sweet 
attraction of the heart towards the merit we 
esteem, or the perfections we admire, and 
produces a mutual inclination between two 
or more persons to promote each other’s 
interest, knowledge, virtue and happiness. 
ON THE WAY. 
Saint Louis, Mo. 
We were so fortunate sis to have an entire 
parlor car at our service coming from Cin¬ 
cinnati hither. It being the rear car, we 
had a most excellent opportunity for viewing 
t.ho’ surrounding country, and especially to 
observe the excellent condition of ihe rail 
track, ns we sat on an easy chair before the 
open door, and sight-saw in that only right 
way by riding backward. The eye does not 
so soon weary as in riding forward. 
On this road we had our first outlook upon 
prairie huid. The prairie is not extensive, 
however, so we could neither arouse a groat 
self-enthusiasm nor be wearied by monotony 
The sun, set bright and clear, and behaved 
quite the same as elsewhere. The entire 
route M as most quietly and happily enjoyed— 
the conductors on the road the kindest pos¬ 
sible—and, as if there was to he no end to 
our good fortune, a rather handsome St. 
Louis fellow, with a military knob to his 
name, came on the train on the cast side of 
Lhe Mississippi and took us In charge. We 
entered this old French town at midnight, 
the great, full moon giving the city a de¬ 
cidedly moonstruck appearance. 
At the Planter’s, where avc arc stopping, 
the men sit on the balconies and pick their 
teeth, as they did when Theodore Win- 
thuop was here. But these Western men 
are splendid fellows. They have a dash- 
away air, not. stopping for unnecessary con¬ 
ventionalities, full of vitality and egotism, 
large eaters, luxuriant beards, do not carry 
walking sticks nor wear kid gloves, make 
money, are well posted, shrewd politicians, 
and gallant to women. 
The women are not. nearly as fine looking 
as the men, and they powder and paint like 
“sixty-nine,” as Xklim says. They dress 
richly — wear rings and jewelry enough to 
set up a jewelry shop. This Western at¬ 
mosphere seems to injure or darken the 
complexion, which is one reason why Avomen 
generally prefer the East to the West. 
Shaw’s Garden holds about the same rela¬ 
tion to Bt, fjouisians , in point of pride, as 
Central Park does to New Yorkers. We go 
there next week. The other places of inter¬ 
est, are soon catalogued. The frescoing in 
Polytechnic Institute is claimed hero to be 
not only the finest in America, but in the 
world! The, profound nssmamces of these 
Westerners is dumbfounding. The East 
does very Avell to improve upon. Homo of 
the frescoing in Polytechnic Institute is pass¬ 
ably good, especially Avhere designed to sim¬ 
ulate the various marbles. But the over 
head designs and coloring are ugly as ugly 
oil-cloth, and the muses and graces are poor 
in perspective and of execrable proportions. 
At the Mercantile Library one finds two 
of Harrhst Hosmer’b works of some note 
—“Beatrice Cenci” asleep, and “(Enone.” 
The Library building is a fine one, and is 
most admirably furnished. The 
Missouri Commissioner of Emigration* 
is a most indefatigable and efficient officer. 
He is also a problematic character. lie 
offered me a forty-acre farm to settle in Mis 
souri on “conditions” — Avhich conditions, 
of course, involved a man, and with true 
Western large heartedness, lie offered to fur¬ 
nish the man, too. Later, dining Avitli us, 
lie turned solemnly and suddenly, with— 
“ Do you know Avhellier I am a married 
mau or not V” 
“ I supposed you Avere. But that is an odd 
question; Avlty did you put it to me?” It 
stijick my seu -eof the ludicrous most keenly. 
“ Oh, I believe in having a fair understand¬ 
ing iit the outset. T didn’t know but what I 
had said about the farm and your settling 
here might cause you to think I had some 
sinister motive in view. Since that Craig- 
Su uagur affair, it stands a man in hand to 
guard well Avhat he says or writes. I have 
a wife and five children, Miss,”—and he 
leveled his eyes on mo through his glasses, 
as if he had suddenly demolished an air- 
cast.le, of mine. To have made an at tempt to 
disabuse his mind of the idea he had evident¬ 
ly cherished in pain for a few moments, 
would have been a useless spilling of egotism. 
There is not much use in trying to get an 
idea in, or out, of a man here. Nothing 
North, South, or East from here can he used 
for comparisons. One’s wildest romances 
fade into utter insignificance here. They 
send men to Congress and into their State 
offices whose literary attainments are won- 
derful in point of grammatical and ortho¬ 
graphical loro. 
“ We can’t stop to spell words right,” they 
say in excuse. “ Such things are quite un¬ 
necessary and beneath our effort. We leave 
Avord architecture to the East. Wo make 
the architecture of cities here. We build 
States and nations. We—ahem ! avc stroke 
our beards”—and egotism is complacent 
Up the MiHHiMhipi'i 
as far as Hannibal. We left St. Louis at five 
P. M., with a party of friends avUo deemed 
it necessary that Ave should he impressed 
Avith the magnificence of this “Mother of 
Waters,” as they call it here. They believe 
in “ Women’s Rights.” The river steamers 
are very good, indeed, and the meals pre¬ 
pared on them are so far superior to the in¬ 
digestible, mlsecgenated messes one usually 
finds on steamers as to deserve mention. 
And a mau is chief coolt, and gets $125 per 
month. 
“ Why don’t women fill such offices ? ” 
“ Oh, Avomen don’t do anything so Avell as 
men do.” 
“ I suppose if I hey did they would be em¬ 
ployed at the same salaries ?” 
“ Oh, yes—anybody Avho can fill the bill.” 
The Smartest. Man tii Missouri. 
“ We've some pluguey smart chaps out 
bore, but our smartest fellow is ex-Bcnator 
Henderson. There he is on board! Let 
me introduce him ”—and a moment later the 
Senator was quietly chatting with us, and 
remained a member of the clique for tlie 
evening He had a aa cll-ivom French gram¬ 
mar in his hand, and evidently employed his 
leisure moments in refreshing himself with a 
knowledge of the modern languages, which, 
later in the evening, were conceded to be for 
more useful than the dead ones. He was 
not married until quite a confirmed bachelor, 
and something of that inexpressible state of 
bachclordom still lingers about him. But he 
is a delight fully manly fellow. Tall, straight, 
lithe, with an A polio-shaped head, over 
which chestnut-brown hair cloudy furls. 
Ilia brow is full and high, his eyes a deep 
hazel, nose prominent, mouth and chin cov¬ 
ered with a well-kept, sandy beard. His 
linen is immaculate, and relieved by a small 
setting of a single diamond. His feet are 
perfectly booled, and shapely as a king’s 
ought l.o he. He never loses control of him 
self, is scholarly, and can evidently adapt 
himself to any circumstances. lie impresses 
you at once Avith a sense, of power in use 
and abundance of it in reserve. He claims 
to be one of tlic most affectionate husbands in 
the world, and one of the party, speaking of 
the beauty of Ins wile, nee Miss Foote, Avas 
answered that “he did not think his wife so 
pretty, but she wus so good. Her goodness 
av as her beauty.” It was pleasant to hear 
him talk so. Ho left us at his home, at 
Louisiana. 
The river scenery is something to remem¬ 
ber forever, and carry to Heaven Avith you. 
The junction of theMissouri with it brings us 
plenty of mud, so that at St. Louis clear 
water is unknown. Mud settles in the hot- 
tom of your goblet, and you never know 
whether the Avafer he clean or not. It tastes 
very well, however. 
The largeness of 11m stream is almost 
overw helming. 'The foliage on either shore 
is rank and various. The river is now un¬ 
usually high, so that one sees corn fields 
overflowed so that the corn appears to grow 
in the river. Some islands arc submerged 
and cabins deserted. Near Alton the bluffs 
stand out large and bold. Alton is a Gibral¬ 
tar-like town, but there they killed Love- 
joy, and one doesn't remember it pleasantly. 
The moon came up just beloAV this town, 
and stmt a shaft of fire across the Avater. 
The air Avas soft and delicious, and every¬ 
thing avus perfect. 
Hannibal promises to he a great railroad 
center. The buildings are mostly of ucav, 
clean-looking lnicks, and tlm location is very 
fine, .fust below the town, a projecting 
bluff, is rich in Indian tradition. It is called 
“ Lover’s Leap.” Bn for as wo were able to 
learn, the history is this : 
" A young man ancl maid were desperately 
in love Avith each other. But they had cruel 
patients, who separated them forever. The 
girl rushed into her mother’s presence with, 
“ ‘ Oh, mother, my heart is hrnk!’ 
“' I guess not,’ said her mother. Where¬ 
upon the girl rushed out to this high over¬ 
hanging rock, at t he foot of which stood her 
lover Avith outstretched arms. She made 
the fatal leap, and Avas dashed into just ten 
thousand pieces on the rocks, along which 
runs the merciless and unrelenting river.” 
Near Hannibal is “ McDowell's Cave," 
Avhich is said to have been explored for ten 
miles, and extends under the Mississippi 
River to the Illinois side. It is peculiar for 
its petrifying qualities, as bodies placed 
therein “ never foil to become completely 
petrified.” It was in this cave where Gen 
McDowell placed the dead body of a be¬ 
loved daughter for petrifaction, hut was 
subsequently obliged to remove it, on ac¬ 
count of the complaints of the adjoining 
families. 
The Sar ill turn. of the West. 
Seven miles south of Hannibal, directly 
on the Avest bank of the river, are the Saver 
ton Mineral Springs, discovered by the 
Spaniards a hundred years ago. People 
who drink of these waiters are, of course, 
endoAved Avith eternal youth. A number of 
St. Louis gentlemen have purchased lands 
hereabout, and intend to popularize the 
Springs, as they believe they deserve to be. 
It is certainly a most beautiful locality. We 
dined at Hannibal, and enjoyed the return 
trip of one hundred and fifty miles equally 
as well as the up-going. Mintavood. 
abbutl) limbing. 
NAMELESS. 
Tu krje Is no heart but hath Uh Inner anguish. 
There is no eye but hath with tears been wot; 
There is no voice but hath been heard to languish 
O’er houf 9 of durkuesB it cun ne’er forget. 
There is no cheek, however bright its roses. 
But perished buds beneath its hues are hid ; 
No eye within its dewy light reposes, 
Bui broken star-bcuma trcmblo ’neuth its lid. 
There Is no lip, howe’er with laugliter ringing. 
However light and gay Us words may be. 
But it hath trembled ut some dark upspringlng 
Of stem uftlietlon and deep misery. 
AVetiU are brothers In this hunt of dreaming. 
A’et huod meets hand, and eye to eye replies; 
Nor deem we that beneath a brow all beaming 
The dower of life iu Broken beauty lies. 
Oh ! blessed light that gilds our night of sorrow; 
Oh ’ balm of Gilead for our heating found ; 
We know that peace will come with the to-morrow, 
And that afflictions spring not from the ground. 
1 Boston Advertise r. 
SPIRITUAL FORCES. 
There is significant truth in the follow¬ 
ing, from the pen of one who has a keen 
Insight into the nature of things, and it. 
touches upon some of the most vital points 
in individual and social life and character. 
Such truth cannot be too often declared, nor 
too frequently considered ; for, old though 
it is, it. has ever a touch of neAvness, and 
a av aliens excellent reflections: 
The forces Avhich are doing most to recon¬ 
struct and ameliorate society to-day are not 
material and political, as so many men seem 
to imagine. They are not even intellectual 
in their primary essence and character, Iioav- 
over they make ideas their instruments and 
reason their ally. They arc moral and spir¬ 
itual ; the affection that, lmilds and adorns 
home, making it a heaven oil earth ; tho 
esthetic impulse which reproduces the glo¬ 
ries of nature in works of art; the principle 
of justice which everlastingly Avars against 
whatever is wrong, and seeks to upbuild 
society iu accordance with the divine order; 
tho faith that lays hold of spiritual things 
until they discharge their celestial currents 
into tho soul, making it all-subduing in its 
energy ; the hope that looks above the evils 
of (his present state and draws all needed 
inspiration from the signs of a glorious here¬ 
after; the love that embraces all, and tho 
charity that cares for all. 
The pomp of kings Avithers at. the touch 
of a principle, mul millenniums Avail for tho 
coming of the moralities. The Reformation 
AViis an idea plus a potency. It was a faith, 
turned into a frenzy first and then into a 
practicality. The material is all very well; 
but it takes something more than paints, 
pencils and canvas, a subject and a pair of 
hands, to make, a picture. Idea and motive 
must conspire to achieve any worthy result; 
and the ideas and motives that are deepest, 
and strongest, and most enduring, auil most 
charged with the energy of Omnipotence, 
belong to the spiritual order and work on 
the surface of the world through the heart, 
and soul. If there is any greatest benefactor 
anywhere in the Avorld to-day, any man who 
is doing more than others to reconstruct 
society and make the earth xvluit it ought 
to be, it is he aa’1u> works most effectually 
upon the springs of action in tlic souls of 
men, and does the most to aAvaken and call 
into play the subtle hut all-conquering spir¬ 
itual forces which make the human heart 
their hiding-place. 
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SINGING. 
Singing is the utterance of joy, of grateful 
joy; originally of pious joy, avg may well 
believe, if avc turnback to the earliest records: 
“ Then sang Moses and the children of Israel 
this song unto the Lord'. —1 Avill sing unto 
the Lord, for he hath triumphed gloriously, 
the horse and his rider hath lie thrown into 
the sea. The Lord is my strength and song, 
and he is become my salvation.” In the 
Psalms the nations, the kingdoms, the right¬ 
eous, the saints, tho heavens, the earth, all 
are called to sing; to sing with gladness, and 
shout for joy. God’s majesty, his might, his 
grace, his truth, his patience, all liis attributes, 
are to he subjects of our songs; and “every 
thing that hath breath” is commanded to sing. 
The invitations to praise, in the sxc conclud¬ 
ing Psalms, rouse the soul as with a whole 
band of music.— James II. KtmbaU in Con- 
gregationalist. 
.- 4 » 4 
Worthy Antagonists. —For people who 
are of that, eager spirit that they must con 
tend Avitli something, or somebody, there are 
always the great men of former days to con¬ 
tend with, and, if possible, to be surpassed ; 
and also, there is Nature to he wrestled with, 
who will not yield her “ open secrets” with¬ 
out much compulsion, and who is an antago¬ 
nist always at hand, offering full scope for 
our utmost energy and mettle. 
-- 4 - 4-4 - 
Most of the shadows that cross our path 
through life are caused by our standing in 
our own light. 
