in the land, and it ought to. It is well for you 
to form your clubs, the chief objects of 
which are the discountenancing of all the 
attentions of young men of intemperate 
habits, and it would be ns well if they would 
resolve to shun every young Indy who per¬ 
sists in this evil. You will, or should, some¬ 
time, step out into the world to light the 
paths and cheer the homes of those who 
think you too good to leave them so soon, 
and then will you surely remember, with 
bitter tears, and sad foreboding, amid the 
few last tender meetings of mourning friends, 
that hour when you made death begin his 
work, Think of it, girls, and, for the sake 
of those who look to you tor happiness and 
help, he wise. 
But remember the richest dress cannot 
hide the cold, unpleasant woman. Be cheer¬ 
ful, gay* if you will, and girlish sometimes, 
but ever pleasant. The most beautiful pic¬ 
ture in all this world is the image of a 
woman’s gentle heart in the background of 
a happy face. Let your dress be modest, 
fitting, and not too extravagant High color 
and flying flounces do not make the lady, 
and rarely does she wear them. It is hard 
capturing the “fort” with too many ban¬ 
ners waving, and should you happen to, I 
fear you would soon hear “ some one ” mur¬ 
muring deeply, but hopefully, “Oh, for a 
lodge in Chicago, home of the free !” 
“ Presto, change! ” and instantly there is a 
change—in color and shape of hat aud coat 
and pantaloons. 
These changes cost money — and lead to 
idolatry. The fop is a devoted worshiper 
of that shallow-pated idol —himself. But 
he Ls not alone. Many well educated and 
sensible men go to the entire extreme of 
fashion, and, while they arc not fools, they 
not unfrequently follow the fool’s example. 
Now a sensible woman cannot love a mere 
dandy,— a suit of clothes without a soul in 
them. A man who wins the love of a true 
woman must be a manly man,— brave, in¬ 
telligent, gallant, modest, high-minded, pure. 
Lowell, the poet, speaking of the dandy, 
says: — " 8aul went out in senrch of his 
father’s asses and found himself a king. 
Tito dandy goes out in search of a king and 
finds himself an ass. 
The example of fashion is bad. Its asso¬ 
ciations are not always good. It tends to 
divide the attentions and the affections, and 
to weaken the hold of love upon the heart. 
In the circle or fashion wc see men and wo¬ 
men who display their host goods at the 
front window. At home wc sec not only 
the virtues and attractions, but the infirmi¬ 
ties of human nature. Fashion goes to bed 
late at night and gets up late in the morning, 
impinging upon the duties of the day. Fash¬ 
ion indulges hi the use of luxuries which 
vitiate the taste, derange the digestive juices 
and sour the sweetest temper God ever 
made. Fashion is artificial, and tends to 
make its votaries dissatisfied with the sober 
realities of life. It is u fever which absorbs 
the love-blood of the heart, aud leaves it dry, 
unimpulsive and unfeeling. 
A young man beholds a beauty in a ball¬ 
room. She is a fascinating creature, in a 
frame of gaslight aud glory, and bis heart 
throbs with rapture at the touch of her mag¬ 
netic lingers. If he marries her, then and 
there, will he not bo disappointed when he 
discovers that she is only a woman, and not 
the angel that he painted her, or that she 
painted herself, even V Fashion is not friendly 
to matrimonial happiness. Its cold, haughty, 
aristocratic airs wither the sweet, tender 
petals of pure love. Its lest of character is 
the income Hat; its temple of devotion Ls the 
market of mammon; its object and idol of 
worship is self; its heaven is a spiritual 
Parts, where milliners are the ministering 
angels. 
Fashion leads to extravagance, extrava¬ 
gance to poverty; and when poverty comes 
In at the door, love flics out of the window. 
t&iimtg 
LOVE AND FASHION 
WASTED LIFE 
My life Is wasted, sigheil a w«ary one. 
As from her window looking forth upon 
A durk autumnal day, the chill rain seemed 
A typo of tho sud blight which time and cure 
Hud east over her path through Hie. 
BY GEORGE W. BUNGAY, 
BY HOWARD TittlKSTON 
Say It was best, my heart; 
Echo the truth, at last! 
Say it was best thut we two did part,— 
Say it, noy beat so fast! 
Slow in your learning to-day, thou art. 
Stow In forgettlug me past! 
Ah, will you never talk 
Coldly and passionless ? 
Ever at reason will you then mock, 
Never its words express? 
Onward forever then must I walk 
Deaf to your warm address ? 
Syllables sweet were thine, 
Once in a day gone by ; 
Syllables sweet, and they breathed this line, 
“ Love ls not bom to die." 
Syllables tender, for love was mine: 
Eay, was your line a lici? 
Partly, for love did wane; 
But partly, for love lives yet. 
Out of its untruth came my pain ; 
Could I its truth forget 
Living no longer would seem in vain— 
Life would not mean regret. 
Love’s an Immortal thing; 
A11 is not love that seems. 
Seeming, a beautiful song may sing, 
Wooing to tender dreams; 
Only too soon it will take to wing 
Bearing our morning beams 1 
Love ls not boro to die,"— 
Syllables sweet were they; 
Sweet, but they’ve come to he only a sigh 
Breathed from my heart each day,— 
Only a sigh as the sole reply 
Ever my heart will say! 
There is no real affinity between love and 
fashion. One comes from Heaven, the other 
comes from France. One is born of truth 
and beauty and pure affection, the other is 
the offspring of pride and vanity. Fashion 
has grown from a fig-leaf in tbe. garden of 
Eden, to a wardrobe of such vast extent its 
manufacture is one of the chief occupations 
of mankind. Not a few consider the bridal 
dress of more value than the bride. Vast 
numbers of youngmen remain single because 
they consider their income insufficient to 
support a fashionable wife. 
Many who are married are made bank¬ 
rupts by the extravagant demands of the 
despot fashion. The man who loves his 
better half, thinks nothing is too good for 
her, and she Ls willing to appear as attractive 
as possible In tho eyes of her husband, and 
she dreams that costly raiment and fine gold 
and diamonds will add to her beauty. If 
.Mrs. S. can afford to wear upon her head a 
soup-plate of silk adorned with feathers and 
vegetation, why should not Mrs. J. wear a 
duck of a bonnet? If it be proper to pour 
red coals upon the heads of our enemies, 
how can it be unchristian to heap red roses 
and white lilies and ostrich plumes upon the 
heads of our wives and daughters? 
There are persons who prefer the trim¬ 
ming in the head rather than on it, but that 
is a matter of taste. Perhaps the horticul¬ 
tural display represents the ideas of the 
wearers and the fine flowers arc the em¬ 
blems of the poetic thoughts and fancies of 
the fashionable ladles of our day. There 
is but u short space between the bonnet and 
the brain, and that may account for rhetori¬ 
cal ribbons, mathematical mantillas, philo¬ 
sophical petticoats and .astronomical zones 
for the heavenly bodies. 
It must be conceded that woman has always 
shown better taste than man In matters of 
dress, while she undoubtedly impedes the 
healthy circulation of her blood by wearing 
so many ligaments about her person, pinching 
her feet number threes luto shoes number 
twos, pinching her waist with wire and 
whalebone to make it of the shape and sym¬ 
metry of the hour glass,— not thinking that 
the sands of life are runniiy; more rapidly 
than they should, because iff. V hum, tor the 
smaller the waist of the body uk greater the 
waste of life, the tighter the physiological 
knot, the swifter flow tbe sands which bring 
on immature age and untimely death. 
The present fashion of dress tries the 
temper, and a spoiled temper is uot con¬ 
ducive to love. Let the following suffice as 
an illustration:—In the Philadelphia Court 
of Quarter Sessions, a young man was 
charged with assault and battery in treading 
on a woman’s dress. She testified that lie 
was on the curbstone, and after she passed 
he trod upon her dress and placed his hand 
upon her shoulders. She turned, expecting 
an apology, and found him laughing. Coun¬ 
sel for accused stated that the treading on 
the dress was an accident, and came near 
tripping up the defendant, when lie placed 
bis hand on the shoulder of the prosecutrix 
to save himself from falling. lie smiled 
and apologized, but the prosecutrix was 
angry and did not notice his apology. Judge 
Brewster, in charging the jury, said the 
question seemed to ho one of intent, If it 
was the fault of the prosecutrix, the fault of 
the dross or the fault of the fashion, then the 
defendant would not be to blame. If lie 
intentionally trod upon the dress, with a de- 
Bire to do injury, he would be guilty of as¬ 
sault and battery, ns that offense might ho 
committed by pulling a man’s coat, the coat 
being a part of the man’s person. The jury 
unhesitatingly returned a verdict of not 
guilty. 
What shall we say of dresses that are too 
short at one end and too long at the other ? 
Are they worn for use or ornament ? Are 
they useful or ornamental ? Do they make 
mothers, wives, sisters and sweethearts more 
lovely ? Do love and fashion meet and em¬ 
brace each other in the snow-drift of bare 
busts and arms ? Does not a chill fill upon 
the sensitive heart when the nude drama of 
fashion is acted in the public streets, and in 
the church, and in the drawing-room? 
What shall we say of men? They have 
less invention and less taste than women in 
matters of dre98, while they have as much 
pride and vanity, and more need of orna¬ 
mentation. Look at the present style of hat. 
It Ls a compromise between the stove¬ 
pipe and the dinner-bell. Sometimes there 
b a brick in it; sometimes brass, sometimes 
brains. Why should hats be all of tbe same 
pattern? —heads are not all of the same 
shape. Glance at a procession of fashionable 
men,—fat men, lean men, tall men, short 
men, old men, young men,— all wearing 
stove-pipe hats, and tailless coats, and tight 
pantaloons. Fashion leaps from a tailor's 
shop, or a hatter’s window, aud exclaims; 
How sail 
Before her mom’ry'8 eye rose up Ilia day* 
Of careless childhood, when liar poet heart 
Responded with a rapturous throb to all 
The loveliness of Nature's face ! Too soou, 
Alas! the happy duyu Hew past, and youth, 
Shadowed by poverty and cold nettled, 
Came on. followed by years r.f busy toil, 
Whan to the outer world lur life seemed all 
With worldly sttrlvlnpa lilb-d arid autisllod ; 
Yet over in iter secret heart had been 
A lcjTiitinjf fora higher ilfo,- it pang 
That gifts possessed shoe hi be utilised and lust. 
Sadly she fell that if upon those years 
Appreciating love hnd smiled, life might 
Have readied its true and just expression, and 
Upon the mournful past site need not then 
Have written ** Wasted Life.’’ 
Is it then bo?— 
That life ls ivnstud if the soul should fait 
To reach It* highest aim t —If our best thoughts 
Should be unsaid, our sweetest songs unsung? 
If loved ones look not up to us In vain 
For kindly care and cherishing; and if 
Our homely daily labors we tultill 
With cheerfulness ; and if with those who strive 
The 8.V vtoi.’ii’-i Inwsdivlne to keep, our hearts 
Are found, we need not sigh that wo have failed 
To reach ideal heights. Life ever seems 
Imperfect in the retrospect: but If 
We foci that thro’ Its changing scenes our choice 
Has ever been the right, wo then mny trust 
Our Heavenly Father’s love nod rest in peace. 
Elkhoru, WU., 18f>9, B. c. d. 
MISS MITFORD 
In Harper’s Magazine for September, M. 
D. Conway says: 
Mary Russell Milford was personally what 
Byron called “ dumpy,” and Letitia Landon 
once described her as “ Sanclio Panza in pet¬ 
ticoats.” Her face, however, was as genial 
us it was broad, which Mr. nail evidently 
thought was saying a great, deal. A queer 
story was told illustrating her eccentricity 
about dress, as well as her simplicity, lie 
once entered a room where lie found Miss 
Mitford seated in state, and surrounded by a 
company who, instead of showing any ven¬ 
eration for the distinguished lady, were titter¬ 
ing. lie presen!ly perceived that it was on 
account of a yellow turban which she wore, 
and which had evidently struck her fancy 
and been purchased at a shop on her way to 
tbe party, as a ticket was still adhering to 
the back of it, marked, “ Very chaste. Only 
3s. Gd. I” The ticket was removed dextrous- 
lv, and she never knew It had been there. 
She was a brave, generous soul, and did her 
part most faithfully among the poor in her 
neighborhood. Her cottage at Three-mile 
Cm* sent out only snnsluno, whether for 
her neighbors or her readers, and she appro¬ 
priately rests near Swallowfiehl, where the 
lads and lassies whom she most loved while 
living dally pass near her grave. 
PLUCK THE ROSES 
MAN AND WOMAN’S DRESS 
Like roses springing up in our path are 
deeds of kindness and words of sympathy 
and encouragement to the sorrowing ones 
of earth. They melt the frozen heart and 
transform the marble-like creature into a 
living, human soul; they reclaim the fallen 
and bring hope of brighter and better things 
into the lowly homes of the poor. They 
draw our hearts nearer Jesus, who while on 
earth plucked the roses and wit h a beneficent 
hand scattered them along the wayside iuto 
lanes ami by-ways, leaving them to bloom in 
the heart forever. 
So may 'ice pluck them, weaving them iu¬ 
to garlands to be cast at the feet of our King, 
and in return receive from His hands a 
crown of glory. There will our flowers be 
transplanted and flourish in perennial beauty. 
There shall wc cull them and inhale their 
fragrance, which will rise n3 sweet incense 
to impregnate the air of the heavenly land, 
where the “tree of life” is blooming and 
“ the stream clear os crystal proceedcth out 
of the throne of God,” of which wc may eat 
and drink " without money and without 
price.” 
Then icork, oh! Christian heart, and 
gather up the treasure for the kingdom ot 
heaven, and trust to God for the results. It 
ten talents have not been given tbee, thou 
hast one which will he required when Christ 
comes to make up His jewels. Be true to 
thyself, and let kind words drop from thy 
mouth like pearls, and from thy face will 
shine the reflected light of heaven; and when 
the harvest time shall come, thou shall, bring 
forth thy sheaves to the storehouse filled 
with ripened grain, and hear from His lips, 
“ Well done, good and faithful servant, thou 
hast been faithful over a few things, I will 
make thee ruler over many things. Enter 
thou into the joy of thy Lord ! ” e. j. it. 
by coly. 
Man loves woman for herself; he admires 
her for her dress, and admiration is the twin 
sister of affection. If a mother is known by 
her children, as 9he generally is, a maiden is 
known by her dress—not the ono only worn 
to grace the parlor, but her common, every¬ 
day apparel. Many a good girl lias won a 
true and noble heart just by the beautiful 
simplicity and neatness of her kitdu*i calico. 
Boys arc said to he poor tailors, but they 
have eyes to tell whether your dresses are 
sowed or pinned at the waist. They look 
more to the clean fitness of the garment 
than to its richness, for years ago their 
fathers pointed out to them tho loosely 
dressed girl as the slovenly wife and careless 
mother. There is much more attraction in 
the little ruffled wristband of n clean faded 
print than you ever thought ofi And that 
girl whose taste makes and keeps this clress 
beautiful is the dearest treasure in the jeweled 
world to any man. 
Different colors become different persons, 
but, almost universally, men prefer light 
clothes for woman rather than dark, even if a 
little out of season. Perhaps when she has 
turned her work in Mo into the hands of the 
servant and taken up man’s, he will assist 
her to don the dark, somber clress of the 
sheriff or politician; hut while he still recog¬ 
nizes in her the revered mother, the loving, 
helping wife, the dutiful daughter, or the 
woman doing a woman’s work, he loves to 
sec her dress in garments that serve to draw 
him away from deep and sober thoughts to 
lighter anti higher ones. 
One particular article, seemingly insignifi¬ 
cant to many young ladies, I have noticed 
has more weight in the minds of young men 
in forming an estimate of the wearer, than 
almost anything else. It Is the collar. Not 
the great wide costly thing, but tbe little 
white, not too plain one, which ever seems 
willing to be seen, but Is modest, neat and 
unassuming. Watch tlic wearer closely, 
and you will see her silently, unasked and 
unpraised, gliding around the outskirts of 
humanity, gathering up the sheaves and 
smaller yet richer golden grain that prouder, 
swifter and noisier ones dropped in their 
course or deemed unworthy of their notice, 
and contaminating to their character, if not 
to their religion. If she 19 the shade of the 
Coming Girl, may the wimp of Time flap 
swifter till her arrival is signalized ! 
A tastefully arranged head of hair is not 
only a great ornament but speaks much for 
the “ lady.” Seek not all follow the same 
undeviating style in its drying, for so sure 
as you do some will look ridiculous. Let 
its ribbons be few, small, and clean. For 
some reason men seem to care little and 
notice seldom what a wciyan wears on her 
bead for a bonnet. It may be “ splendid,” 
“so becoming,” “ rich,” yea, even “ lovely,” 
(which, I suppose, is between the superlative 
and the infinite,) but yom will find that it re¬ 
quires quite a number oi' sudden but gentle 
re-ammgings to make them notice it very 
minutely. That shows the brute in the man 
very plainly! 
Hr Some of you think it is not so, but it Ls 
^3 truth that those “ angelic little waists ” 
you covet so much bring you more sneers 
■~P ar ‘d idle talk from those whom you wish so 
(A much to please than you have ever iniag- 
i Qe< b They may please a few, but the many 
see for you a nobler purpose and a better 
Fi work than killing yourselves so young. It is 
somet biag that nearly concerns every man 
WEARING MOURNING. 
Concerning this subject, the Central 
Baptist says: 
We long for the day when this custom shall 
be obsolete. It is unbecoming the truly 
afflicted one. The wearer says, by the black 
garments, “ I have lost a dear friend. I am 
iu deep sorrow." But true grief does not 
wish to parade itself before the eye of the 
stranger; much less does it assert its extent. 
The stricken one naturally goes apart from 
the world to pour out its teara. Real afflic¬ 
tion seeks privacy. It is no respect to the 
departed friend to say we are In sorrow. If 
we have real grief It will bo discovered. 
When God has entered a household in the 
awful chastisement of death it L> time for re¬ 
ligious meditation and communion with God 
on the part of the survivors. How sadly out 
of place, then, are the milliner and the dress¬ 
maker, the trying on of dresses and the trim¬ 
ming of bonnets. There is something profane 
in exciting the vanity of a young girl by 
fitting a waist, or trying on a hat, when the 
corpse of a father is lying in an adjoining 
room. It is a sacrilege to drag the widow 
forth from her gi ief to be fitted for a gown, or 
to select a veil. It is often terribly oppressive 
to the poor. 
The widow left desolate, with a half dozen 
little children, the family means already 
reduced by the long sickness of the father, 
must draw on her scanty purse to buy a new 
wardrobe throughout for herself and children, 
throwing away tbe goodly stock of garments 
already prepared, when she most likely 
knows not where she is togethread for those 
little ones. Truly may fashion be called a 
tyrant, when it robs a widow of her last 
dollar. Surely your sorrow will not be 
questioned, even if you should not call in the 
milliner to help display it. Do not in your 
affliction help uphold a custom which will 
turn the afflictions of your poorer neighbor 
to deeper poverty, as well as sorrow. 
HARRIET HOSMER 
The sculptor, Gibson, relates that one day 
he went into his studio, in Rome, and there 
found an American physician aud his diligh¬ 
ter, who, the lather said, used to be getting 
hands and feet from his dissecting-room and 
modeling them, and at last insisted on going 
to Rome and studying under Mr. Gibson. 
Now, that gentleman did not take pupils, 
for he found they generally came to teach 
him, instead of learning from him; but he 
told the lady to call next day, wdien lie set 
her to model in clay a bust of Medusa. 
Next day he went and found an uncommon¬ 
ly good copy; hut he thought, “ If I tell her 
it is ‘an excellent copy,’ I shall turn her 
head” So he said, “ Not bad, but you can 
do better; tiy again," and defaced the copy. 
Next day she did better, and the advice and 
defacing were repeated. The third day he 
really was surprised to see what sho had 
done, and took her as a pupil, on account of 
her spirit of perseverance and willingness to 
be thorough. This pupil, the first and only 
one Gibson ever took into his studio, was 
Harriet Hosmcr. 
ATTITUDE OF PRAYER. 
Wn.ur the most proper attitude of prayer 
may be, has been with many a vexed ques¬ 
tion. Concerning it the Religious Herald 
says: 
Although in prayer tho attitude of tho 
body is of much less importance than tho 
state of the heart, we should not bo utterly 
indifferent with respect to it. Among tlm 
Jews the customary posture was standing, as 
will be seen by turning to the following pas¬ 
sages:—1 Kings, viii., 22 ; 2 Ckron., vi., 12; 
Matthew, vi., 5; Mark, xi., 25. The Jews, 
however, were not confined to the standing 
posture, but when they would express hu¬ 
miliation for their sins, or were more than 
usually earnest in supplicating mercies, they 
knelt or bowed themselves. See Ex., xxxiv., 
8; Chron., vL, 13; 1 Kings, viii.,54; Ezra, ix., 
5; Dan., v!., 10; lsa.,xcv,,0; Matt., xxvl.,30; 
Acts, ix., 10, These postures, standing and 
kneeling, arc alike scriptural and becoming, 
and arc far more proper and seemly than 
sitting; which, observes an old divine, “ is a 
rude indecency, except In cases of necessity.” 
And, remarked Bishop Hall, “ l will either 
stand as a servant of my Master, or kneel as 
a subject to my Prince." 
GOSSIPY PARAGRAPHS 
Dr. Johnson, being once in company with 
some scandal mongers, one of them having 
accused an absent friend of restorting to 
rouge, lie observed:—“It is, perhaps, after 
all, much better for a lady to redden her own 
cheeks, than to blacken other people’s 
charac lei’s.” 
An old author quaintly remarks: — Avoid 
argument with ladies. In spinning yarns 
among silks and satins, a man is sure to be 
worsted and twisted. And when a man is 
worsted and twisted, he may consider him¬ 
self wound up. 
Conversation is the daughter of reason¬ 
ing, the mother of knowledge, the breath of 
the soul, the commerce of hearts, the bond 
of friendship, tlie nourishment of conteut, 
and the occupation of men of wit. 
A daughter is almost always right when 
she endeavors to imitate her mother; hut we 
do not think the mother is equally right 
when, at a certain period of life, she tries all 
she can to imitate her daughter. 
When there is love in the heart, there are 
rainbows in the eyes, covering every black 
cloud with gorgeous hues. 
Credit to the Boys.—A n intelligent 
and thrifty farmer says :—But for the co¬ 
operation of my hoys I should have failed. 
I worked hard, and so did they. The eldest 
is near twenty-one, and other boys in the 
neighborhood, younger, have left their par¬ 
ents ; mine have stuck to me when I most 
needed their services. I attribute this result 
to the fact that I have tried to make home 
pleasant for them. 
- 
W hat we lack in natural abilities may usu¬ 
ally be made up in industry. A dwarf will 
keep pace with a giant, if he will but move 
bis legs fust enough, 
Falsehood and Truth,—T ruth being 
founded on a rock, you may boldly dig to see 
its foundation; but falsehood being built on 
the sand, if you proceed to examine its found¬ 
ations, you cause its full. 
If you sec anything your duty, the sooner 
you attend to it the better. David says, “ I 
made haste, and delayed not to keep thy 
commandments,” Follow his example. 
