MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YOBMEB 
WAITING 
She Intel nit?. 0(1 from Uto whitlow long, 
Down the dlin and crowded struct; 
She had I Is tout'd with ear down-i.ont, 
To the tread of the passing feul. 
She had watched t.hc hist tltish die out 
(from the cold. gray, wintry sky. 
And the tlrst pale star looked sadly down; 
Sho hart greeted It with a sigh. 
Like a flush In the street below 
The lamplighter aped along ; 
And solemnly, faint und low. 
Came the notes of an old street song. 
They were singing a well-known lay 
Sho had often sang to him 
Long ago, In the country home, 
And her eyes with tears grew dim. 
In* a few days (the 27th iust.) the whole 
British Empire will keep a day of 
thanksgiving, for the restoration to 
health of the Prince of A' ales, the heir 
to the British throne. The Queen and 
the royal family are to attend church at 
St. Paul’s, which will seat 8,000 people. 
Recent events have called the attention 
of the world to the Prince, whose por¬ 
trait we give on the opposite page. He 
was born at Bi ekingbam Palace, Nov. 
9, 1841. and was married to Priucess 
Alexandra of Denmark. March 10. 
1863, He has live children —two sous 
and throe daughters. He is born as 
Duke of Cornwall, and has from that 
duchy an income of $250,000 a year. 
When reaching the ago of twenty-one, 
he came into possession of a large sum 
of money from this duchy, which had 
been saved by the Prince Consort, 
Albert. Out of this fund he purchased 
the Sandringham estate, three illustra¬ 
tions connected with.which we give the 
of the Rural. The Prince's 
IStlt she turned from the window away. 
Anti glanced round t he Immc-IIUe room ; 
“ Tears, tears must not greet him. oh foolish 
l know that he soon will come.” [heart 
And so. woman-like, with a half-breathed sigh, 
She shut a out the dreary night, 
Draws close the curtains anti lends the lire, 
Till the little room glows with light. 
THE GRAIN OF MUSK 
I dropped a single grain of musk 
A moment in my room; 
When yenrs rolled hy, the chamber still 
Retained the same perfume. 
So every deed upproved by God, 
Where’er it* lot be cast, 
Leave* some good Influence behind. 
That shall forever last. 
ALASKA LADIES. 
The women of Alaska beautify their com¬ 
plexions with soot and red paint, and st ill 
further enhance their charms by wearing a 
her coarse, black, uncombed locks hanging 
in matted profusion around her beautiful 
pig eyes and lop ears, is only resistible to 
those whose affections are thoroughly pre- 
BEFORE AND AFTER 
A THRILLING ROMANCE OF THE 
WAR FOR THE UNION. 
Written Expressly for MoezC's Rural New-Yorker, 
BY TWO WEI.tj-JCNOVVN AUTHORS. 
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u — fn the Death Chamber. 
)■ \v at’s dat you say, you ’dicolus nig¬ 
ger?” said Hannibal, as he stood at ilio 
foot of the stairs, waiting for Jake’s return 
from his master’s room, whither he hud 
been sent by Mrs. Heathkrhtone to dis¬ 
cover the cause of her husband’s unusual 
tardiness. 
"Jake duuno what, be say,” wild the ne¬ 
gro, with chattering teeth, coming hastily 
down. “Jus’ wish you cum up here, Han¬ 
nibal. If dat Colonel not dead, den Jake 
nuber see a dead man. For do Lor’Amight y's 
sake, tell dem folks Indav,” pointing to the 
pleasant breakfast parlor, “to stop dar 
laffin! Oh, Hannibal! who'll eber tell 
’em 
“Did you wake him, Jake?” inquired 
Alfred, stepping into the hall -and then, 
noticing the frightened faces of the negroes, 
he softly closed the. door, and without ask¬ 
ing a question, ran quickly past t hem tohis 
father’s clnunber. II ann i hal followed, and 
entered the room just in time to hear Al¬ 
fred exclaim 
“Great God! my father is dead! Come 
here Hanniual, and tell me, if you can, 
that I am mistaken.” 
“No mistake about dis, dear Massa Al¬ 
fred,” said the negro, tenderly, as he sat 
down on the side of t he bed and took the 
rapidly stiffening lingers between his warm 
palms. Tim vacant eyes stared at them 
hideously. 
" Boon dead 'bout an hour, detir nuissn 
and Hannibal reverently drew down the 
heavily fringed lids, and sank upon lilsknees 
for n moment, entirely overcome by* his 
grief. Then he said, 
__ iftly : — '* Hebeuly 
Un Ht Father, we lub thee, 
and i rust i hoe for* her 
young servant do 
ly strength to bear de 
JjP ,l news to dem who as 
kiW L yet know not dat 
’WfSaiul ■ deft’ hab stole into 
AsSe » dis house! And oh, 
*58*. iTvAN.• bressed MassaJ escs, 
wash do soul ob do 
^laXin/ '' 2~^v man thou hast dis day 
JL chose to come to thee, 
V a.- wife as do dribeu 
UAL,” saiti ALFUEliias 
(l >r the old saint aroee; 
ment the head of the 
4 \ master was tenderly 
*•' f pressed to the bosom 
/ , boy! Hi I,' •mi's pet 
boy,” said Hannibal, 
IIaNNIBALs t o u c ti 
' "f a mother, caressing 
the babe on her bn-ust 
Alfred rose 
- uperior to the dread- 
ful circumstances. ^ 
I dahet’s deli cL o uh cqu- 
tralto rung out. sweet 
occupied. The delights of courtship must 
be doubled by the pleasant aroma of salmon 
which pervades the promises and, as I have 
heard, their persons. 
bone through the under lip, the size of which 
is increased from year to year until, in some 
of the old ones, it attains a width of two 
inches. An Indian lady thus adorned, with 
DARK DAYS 
Have embittered the 
lives of many of us. 
They will dawn for us 
again. Days when we 
look yearningly into 
the far corners of the 
earth for a gleam of 
comfort, and look in 
vain; there is not a 
ray in the sunless sky*, 
not a star itt the black, 
overshadowing firtna- 
meut. But above this 
dreary earth, higher 
than the leaden sky, 
is Heaven. There lives 
One who sees our cares 
notes our oppressions, 
hears our sighs, pities 
our tears; and who 
will surely, in His own 
good time, cause the 
darkness to melt away 
in bright and loving 
light, if we-do but pa¬ 
tiently trust to Him. 
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