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THANKSGIVING TIME 
town a gift, of $20,000, together with the 
noble sentiment,—“ Education—a debt due 
from the present to future generations.” 
It was in 1858 that Mr. Peabody made 
his first munificent donation in behalf of the 
London poor, which won for him the lauda¬ 
tions of even royalty. It amounted to 
almost half a million of dollars and was 
subsequently swelled to about $2,000,000. 
So great was his popularity in England be¬ 
cause of these princely donations that when¬ 
ever he appeared in public ho was greeted 
with the utmost enthusiasm; and he was 
tendered either a baronetcy or the Grand 
Cross of the Order of the Bath. All the 
royal favors ho would accept, however, 
were a letter from the Queen, together with 
her portrait, and these are now deposited in 
legitimate business and make sudden fortunes 
by hazardous speculations, but more frequent¬ 
ly such departure marks the beginning of 
a downward career. Every business has 
peculiarities of its own that need to he learn¬ 
ed. Tiie flaming advertisements offering big 
salaries for little experience are numerous, 
but arc lying cheats, hiring to destruction. 
The men who have succeeded best in life and 
written their names permanently high, have 
done so by concentrated, persistent, useful 
labor. L. n. D. 
BY OKOUOE TV. BUNGAY 
THOU Giver of all Good, wo raise 
Our song to T'hoe in grateful praise, 
For tiro sweet light of hotter days 
Wo looked for In the dreary night 
When battle thunder broke our peace, 
And crimson clouds without surcease 
Kilt nod drops of Idood upon the tleeco 
Once wet with heavenly dew, and white. 
The st orm is hushed, the crimson rain 
No longer pours on hill and plain. 
The nation Blands upon her chain, 
And. like a. queen, serenely looks 
From land to land, from sea to sea, 
Upon a people saved und tree, 
Each under his own vino and tree 
Forging hacked swords to pruning hooks, 
We thank Thee for the wine that spills 
In plenty from the sunny hills. 
And for the golden corn which Alls 
Our fragrant bins with dally bread,— 
For the green grass and flowery stars 
Which hide on battle-holds the scars; 
For Coves crowned instead of Mars,— 
For ling of blue and white and red. 
NEW PUBLICATIONS 
Youth'* flluxtrateit titbit Utatory. (Now 
York: Masonic Publishing Company.)—There is 
a irreat deal of interesting; and valuable matter 
in this thick octavo. The five hundred and for¬ 
ty-four pages con tain sketches of distinguished 
Biblical characters, narratives of remarkable 
events, descriptions of the manners, customs, 
etc., of Bible limes, a complete Chronology of 
the World, and nearly three hundred illustra¬ 
tions. But there Is no system whatever in the 
arrangement of the contents, the narratives are 
generally too heavy la style to interest youthful 
readers, and the illustrations sum for the most 
part quite coarse. Il is a pity that Ihe editor, D. 
W. Thomson, A. M., could not havo imparted 
more unity and finish to Ills work. So much in¬ 
struction as he has collated here should be ren¬ 
dered more attractive and serviceable. 
BY M. QUIN BY 
Poetry and Prose. —One fine day in 
spring Sir Walter Scott strolled forth with 
Lady Scott to enjoy a walk around Abbots¬ 
ford. In their wanderings they passed a 
field where a number of ewes were enduring 
Wo Blank ThCu for the Union made 
Secure, ami for awent Penco arrayed 
In robes of white, nnd unufrnlcl 
Of open or of bidden foes. 
Our Hag, unchallenged, proudly files 
With added stars ; and smiling skleo 
Watch over us, like sloopless eyes, 
From set of sun till morning glows. 
fortes for iluruUsts 
MS_ 
CLABA OOTTIFWOOD. 
Sybarta anil Other Home*. (Boston: Fields, 
Osgood & Co.)—The author of this volume, Ed¬ 
ward Everett Uai.e, not long ago produced a 
book entitled “If, Yes, and Perhaps." There Is 
somewhat of “if,” “yes," and “perhaps" Imre. 
But whether fiction or fact, nil the contents have 
one common object, — to onforce flu: necessity 
of better homes for city workingmen. An no 
count of Syburls nnd Nnguadavlok lolls of what 
ought to be, another of Vineland lolls of what, 
is, and another of Boston tolls of what ought 
not to be. Mr. II alu writes most earnestly, and 
we trust bis earnestness may bo productive of 
much fruit. 
.A. TTIA-ISTIiSGrlVINGr S'A'OIIY 
CHAPTER I. 
I have had a queer experience. I came 
out of mystery like the comet. The first 
thing I can remember is walking in a wood. 
It was night; a woman led mo who was 
wrapped up closely, ttud (rod like silence on 
the fallen leaves. Tim wind made a mount- 
fill noise and was cold. I looked up and 
saw tree limbs moving and some stars 
twinkling between. Those things are very 
distinct to me: 1 was about four years old. 
We walked long as if, seemed ; and then the 
woman sat, down suddenly, taking me on 
her lap and beginning to sing. Her voice 
sounded very sweetly. 1 think that voice is 
the silver key to all Ibis remembrance, Eor 
whenever T recall it the whole train ol im¬ 
pressions becomes vivid. I never could 
catch the tune; it floated high up in my 
brain like thin gossamer in the air of sum¬ 
mer days. Music would bring buck a picture 
of it, it was a Hitting vision of melody. 
However, it. so pleased me that I fell into 
a sound sleep. When l awoke 1 was at 
farmer Poor’s. I seemed to know at once 
their name, that with them was to be my 
home, and that they were very anxious to 
know whence I came. 
A lean woman in spectacles talked very 
rapidly over me at a man on the other side 
of my bed, A freckled-faced girl stared 
past the foot-post at me, and they ail looked 
much astonished. 
I laughed softly to myself, like a wicked 
elf, resolving to tell them nothing. It was 
nnchilcUiUe; I was always a quaint body; 
what sentimental people called “ strange;” 
which term and signification I hate to this 
day. I don’t want to ho “strange,” L want 
to be like other people. 1 used to chatter 
my fierce Utile elfish teeth behind people’s 
backs who called me “ strange.” 
Cried mother Poor as soon as she saw me 
lam'li. “All. she’s awake! Now tell us, 
lilalor )/ or Joseph Bonaparte . (Now York : 
Harper & Brothers.)—A peculiar romance at¬ 
taches to any member of the Bonaparte family. 
John S. C. Abbott Is the historian who best 
loves lo preserve this romance intact. His his¬ 
tories are widely known. This is his last. It, tolls 
Joseph Bonaparte's story graphically, ami by 
condensing; it into a lft-tno. of less than four 
hundred pages renders its perusal possible to 
many who would shrink from taking up a more 
elaborate work. It is peculiarly a book for busy 
people to take up, and is to bo followed by sim¬ 
ilar volumes, comprehensive, but not ponderous. 
ItlcUouary of the Bible. (New York : Hurd 
& Houghton.) - Part XXI. of the American 
Edition of Dr. Wili.iam Smith's exhaustive Bi¬ 
ble Dictionary, Just issued, exhibits tho same 
painstaking care and excellence) which have 
characterized previous portions of the same 
work. It. Is beautifully printed, and has some 
good illustrations. Biblical students will owe 
Messrs. Hurd & Houghton a groatdebtof grat¬ 
itude when they shall have completed this al¬ 
most invaluable publication. 
ciiuoiAOiu peabody. 
the Peabody Institute at Danvers. 
The first gill of great magnitude which 
Mr. Peabody made in America was for the 
founding of an educational institution in Bal¬ 
timore. To this he appropriated $300,000, 
adding, not long after, $200,000, and by sub¬ 
sequent additions making the grand total of 
$1,400,000. When ho visited this country 
three years ago, his frequent and lavish gilts 
astonished every one. He scattered his im¬ 
mense fortune with the freest hand. Seeing 
the great lack of moans to promote the cause 
of education in the South, he appropriated to 
that end $1,500,000, and also donated to 
various institutes and colleges, in different 
parts of the country, in the aggregate, fully 
a million dollars. His late visit to his native 
land was marked by still further gifts, the 
Southern Educational Fund receiving $1,- 
000,000 more; and it. is computed that the 
entire sum of his donations must amount to 
nearly $10,000,000. 
Such princely generosity as Mr. Peabody 
manifested is worthy of the highest honor. 
And he will he mourned now not so much, 
selfishly, because one who gave unstintedly 
is gone, but because ill his death a noble rep¬ 
resentative of the sweetest and kindliest 
charity is taken away. That generosity 
• V-* M.E 
the frolics of tlielr lambs. “ Ah 1” exclaimed 
Sir Walter, “ ’tis no wonder Unit poets, from 
the earliest ages, have made the lamb the 
emblem of peace, and innocence.” “ They 
are indeed delightful animals,” returned her 
ladyship, “ especially with mint sauce.” 
,/ Chapter Of Fete. (Beaton : Fields, Osgood 
& Co.) -We are glad to find one man who has a 
clear comprehension of the much bc-muddled 
Erie Railroad combinations. Charles Francis 
Adams, Jr., i c that mau. He gave “ A Chapter 
of Erie ’’ originally in the North American Re¬ 
view for July, ami in republishing it in pamphlet 
form has added much interesting matter in tho 
way of evidence, &o. His narrative is very clear 
and forcible, and is well worthy of perusal. 
GEORGE PEABODY. 
Philanthropy has lost one of its noblest 
and most generous of disciples. On the 
evening of the 4lh lust., at his residence in 
London, George Peabody, the benefactor 
of two hemispheres, breathed his last. A 
household word among the admirers of un¬ 
selfish liberality, and the synonym at home 
and abroad of the broadest benevolence, his 
name will live in tho hearts of mankiud 
when the marble monuments to his memory 
shall have crumbled into c I list. 
Born in 1795, at Danvers, Mass., George 
Peabody’s early lifts was one of self-help. A 
grocer’s clerk from Ids eleventh to his fif¬ 
teenth year, a dry-goods clerk thereafter, his 
mercantile genius developed itself rapidly, 
and before attaining Ids majority he was 
conducting a business in his own name at, 
Georgetown, D. C. Ostensibly the proprie¬ 
tor, be was in fact but a clerk, on small salary, 
and after two years’ time retired from this 
connection, and entered into a partnership 
in the drapery business with Elisha Riggs. 
The business grew encouragingly, and was 
moved to Baltimore in 181.I. Seven years 
later branch establishments were opened in 
New York and Philadelphia. 
By the retirement of Mr. Riggs in 1826, 
Mr. Peabody became the head of the house, 
and during tho ten years succeeding he paid 
repeated visits to Europe. In 1837 he took 
up Ids permanent residence in London, and 
in 1.843 established there a commission 
agency and banking house. JI« was already 
possessed of great wealth, and this was im¬ 
mensely added to by the prosperous busi¬ 
ness which he conducted. 
One of his first acts of public liberality 
was performed in 1851, when he defrayed 
the expense of arranging and furnishing 
the entire American Department of the 
Crystal Palace Exhibition, tlms insuring 
American industries wliat they would other¬ 
wise have failed to have, — proper recogni¬ 
tion among those of tho world at large. In 
1852 he sent to the one hundredth anniver¬ 
sary of the corporate existence of his native 
Ptlefrlm's Frog'rea* tn If 'orda or one Syllable. 
(Now York : (Jeo. A. Leavitt.)—Mrs. E. A. Wal- 
ker has done a kiodjly deed for many to whom 
polysyllables are a burden, by putting Runyan's 
immortal Pilgrim into Hits form. Proper names 
nro of course retained, but aside from those the 
whole story is monosyllabic. 11 is lustily garbed, 
but the colored illustrations nro wretched daubs 
Indeed. 
CONCENTRATED EFFORT, 
The young lady who, having returned 
from a brief school career, was numbering 
all sciences and all languages among lier ac¬ 
complish ments, wondered that one head 
would contain so much. The ipw dixit of 
some central light in a remote hamlet is Often 
taken as authority on all questions. The 
folly of au educational effort that would 
make one man know everything, manifests 
itself often in the. conceit of sophomores. 
The college professor is, however, quite 
willing to renounce what Sydney Smith 
called tho “ foppery of universality,” and 
content to be considered as the highest 
authority in his particular department. He 
is “ willing to be ignorant in something that 
he may escape the calamity of being ignorant 
in everything.” 
“ Jack-at-al 1-trades, good for nothing at. 
any," is old. No people seem so determined 
to prove it false as the Yankees. Probably 
none have come so near succeeding. Long 
apprenticeships are decidedly in disrepute. 
The real Yankee thinks he can do one thing 
most, as well as another. As one of Lhe re¬ 
results of this conceit, we are afflicted with 
numberless bad fitting coats and uncom¬ 
fortable shoes. Houses tumble down be¬ 
cause badly constructed. Boilers burst be¬ 
cause of ignorant engineers. Men die from 
the effects of experiments of cheap doctors. 
Sometimes a shrewd man, without expe¬ 
rience, jumps into some new field of action 
and suddenly grasps success. The result is 
a score more go crazy to do likewise. They 
forget lhe lessons of history. 
Observation teaches that concentrated ef¬ 
fort in a legitimate calling, is the only sure 
road to success. Men may depart from a 
.# TAltle Boy'* Story. (Now York: Hurd & 
Houghton),—Translated from tho French of 
Julie Gouraud, by Howard Glyndon, this 
story retains enough of its Frenehitiess to bo 
very charming. It tells what many of our little 
friends will bu curious to know,—how tho life 
nnd surroundings of French children dilfcr 
from their own. The full-page illustrations arc 
admirable. 
Adventure* tn the fJreol limiting (Jrontul » 
of the IF«rW. (New York: Charles Scribner & 
Co.)—This is the fourth volumcof the Illustrated 
Library of Wonders now tn process of publica¬ 
tion by Scribner & Co. It is a compilation by 
Victor Mec-ncbr Of anecdotes of hunting ad¬ 
ventures, and though many of the anecdotes 
lack freshness they will Interest young readers. 
THE QUEEN AS A GIRL. 
In his interesting Diary, Henry Crabb 
Robinson says: — The Bishop of London 
told Amyot that when the bishops were first 
presented to the Queen, she received them 
with all possible dignity, and tlicu retired. 
She passed through a glass door, and, for¬ 
getting its transparency, was seen to run off 
like a girl, as she is. Mr. Quayi.e, in cor¬ 
roboration of this, told me that lately, asking 
a maid of honor how she liked her situation, 
and who, of course, expressed her delight, 
she said:—“ 1 do think, myself, it. is good fun 
playing Queen." This is just as it should 
be. If she bad not now the high spirits of a 
healthy girl of eighteen, wc should have less 
reason to hope she would turn out a sound, 
sensible woman at thirty. 
.t natty XYalk ictth Ood, (Rochester: Eras- 
tus Darrow.)—The Bible Standard of Duty, as 
exemplified in tho primitive Christians, is treated 
of in this modest little volume by the late Rev. 
Stephen Porter. What, that excellent divine 
here says Is worthy of careful perusal in every 
home. A sketch of the author's life, written by 
his son, Is a fitting prelude. 
. llixcellante • by IF, .11. Thackeray, (Boston : 
Fields, Osgood & Co.) This, the second volume 
of Thackeray’s miscellanies, has “The Finis 
Sketch Book," “Yellowplusb Papers," “Irish 
Sketch Book,” and "Notes of a Journey from 
Cornhlll to Cairo." There are nearly six hun¬ 
dred double-column pages, and they contain a 
largo amount of variety. 
The Hltlory of i’endennt*. (New York: 
Harper & Brothers.)—One of Thackeray's best 
works, probably that by which he is best known, 
is here presented in the cheap form in which 
the TIabuers are issuing the entire series. It 
is very fully illustrated. 
Voltaire said of Mademoiselle dc Livcy; 
—“ She was so beautiful that I raised my 
long, thin body, and stood before her like a 
point of admiration.” 
