y JULY 6 
Judies’ ftoijt-^olia. 
GATHERING ROSES, ' 
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Out in the shaded porch she stood, 
Twining the sweet rose-vine. . 
Said I, “ There Is one bright rotto I soo 
Tliat 1 fain would keep tia mine." ' 
“ I'll t'iss you your choice," she gayly said, j 
The rose leaves fluttering o'er her head. , 
My rose," said I, " is the largest there, * 
And if that nno you refuse— t 
The sweetest, brljcbtest, best of all— ( 
None other will I choose." , 
“ Come gnthrr your rose yourself!" said she. 
Turning her blushing face from me. 1 
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Gladly I did her bidding then. 
And clasping her hand in mine. 
Gathered my rose all close to mo ' 
Under the fragrant vino. 
“ This is the one I want! ” cried I: ( 
Only a kiss for her reply. 
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EVERY-DAY LIFE. \ 
BY LEAD PENCIL, ESQ. 
Rosemary, who is not far from a poetess, 
writes mu a note which reads in this wise: 
Waiting, waiting, waiting for proofs in 
this little olfice, and thinking, thinking, 
thinking! There is the clatter of machin¬ 
ery, and sooty-faced men pass the door. 
Now I glance at their faces and their auto¬ 
matic movements, then look over the 
Herald, then turn awa.v from Its tales of 
horrors, and my eyes look out the window, 
and find away below, in the midst of this 
busy place, "a tottcli of nature"—a little 
patch of earth, veritable earth. Idled with 
fancifully made flower beds—geraniums in 
the center, in their brilliant, scarlet, bloom, 
and, all about , wee little seedlings assert lug 
themselves; ami still the clatter, clatter, 
clatter goes on, and people labor, and in its 
midst, loving thought, in busty, stolen mo¬ 
ments, shapes itself in little patches of 
brown earth, and cypresses itself in color 
and perfume. 
And there is sky up there! You can see 
its serene beauty, even through the dusty 
window-panes, and white clouds are flitting 
across it. This comes of being so high np. 
The smoke of a thousand chimneys cannot 
dim that sky! Hut here come my proofs, 
and my eyes rest upon these words:— 
‘‘There are* not good things enough in life 
to indemnify us for t he neglect of a single 
dutv." And this weave# into my indolent 
thought; and 1 ask. What is dutv v Is it t he 
machinery in the next room, with its eter¬ 
nal clatter ? Or t he little flower-bed nestled 
between the buildings, where eveu the sun¬ 
light is but reflected, or slides down under 
protest? Is duty waiting—" only waiting?” 
Is it patient, unquestioning submission to 
exile? Is it every thing worthy—effort, ex¬ 
pression of the sweetest, instincts, endur¬ 
ance of the inevitable? If all these things 
are duty (and perhaps they are), then duty 
py»»/s/.s/N ol "good things,' if not agreeable 
t ilings. So one need nut sacrifice one to the 
other. Hut the question is always which 
has the first claim ? 
Has not Rosemary answered her owu 
questions. And is not this little impromptu 
glimpse of a woman's thought and the dis¬ 
charge of her daily duties a worthy sample 
of the unobtrusive, unrecognized Every- 
Day Life of a great many houest, thinking, 
struggling souls? 
I met Ida Foxglove the other morniug. 
She had been telling me of the holy horror 
with which some of her friends regarded 
some of her uncoilveutionalities. I asked 
what “ holy horror *’ was. She did not tell 
me. but said, "J do not look with ‘holy 
horror’ upon anything, save that which 
weakens and mars the spiritual beauty of 
the soul and creates inllttrinony. 1 do not 
know anything about ‘ creeds, dogmas, 
devils and gods!’ I cun see the sun rise, 
the grass grow, the light in the eyes of those 
who love me, and feel the compensation 
which reacts from what I do or do not 
neglect to do, and that is enough for me. 
Many ideas which people have I cannot 
understand at all, and so I conclude they 
are not for me and do not try. I am too 
selfish to hug a belief which will make me 
unhappy, and my face a doleful reproach to 
look upon; and 1 have too little fear to bo 
‘scared;’ so I just select the shoes that 
will fit from this big boot store of life, and 
do not spend time trying on others." 
How is that for a woman's philosophy? 
It strikes me as very common sense. It 
indicates a healthful condition of miud at 
least. Some will call it an indifferent mind. 
But I, who know Ida Foxglove, know 
better. There is a groat deal of conscience 
in it. 1 know of no more exemplary life 
nor consistent one, no more self-abnegating 
one. She lives as she talks. She strives to 
do nothing which will " weaken and mar 
the spiritual beauty of the soul.” And the 
man or woman who does that will find 
plenty of striving to do. 
There never was any heart truly great 
and gracious that was not also tender and 
compassionate.— South. 
THE WORLD’S PEACE JUBILEE. 
Or this great affair, which has created 
such "noise and confusion” of late, a lady 
writes the Rural (under date of Boston, 
June 25) thus enthusiastically: 
Words were never made to describe this 
perfectly stupendous affair. It only ranks 
with the Chicago fire in stupendousness. 
And to-day, of all days, is marked with a 
white stone. Such a crowd such enthu¬ 
siasm! No one thinks of growling, except 
the Now York reporters, and that, has be¬ 
come proverbial of them. The seats, aisles, 
halls, rooms and pretty much irU out-doors, 
are packed as closely as though a contract 
had been given out to a Cincinnati pork 
dealer. I’m disgusted. I hate to be jam tried, 
like blackberries or any other delicious 
fruit; and then I hate to bo squeezed, like 
currants, even though they do make good 
wine. The great Tanner is here—account¬ 
ing, in one sense, for the furore. It was as 
good as a circus to see him come (thunders 
of applause above; I hope the " ha m-tloor ” 
is xubxtnidial,) in his "coach and four,” 
escorted by the Boston Lancers on their 
prancers. Well, it is wonderful. 1 vote 
fora (if i, .MOKE statue before he dies; or be¬ 
fore there is another Peace Jubilee, for 
surely no man could■ live through a second 
thing of this kind. It’s a perfectly wonder¬ 
ful affair. 
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THE OLD TIMES. 
There is a strange pain in coining sud¬ 
denly upon some relic of one’s lost youth— 
some lock of golden hair, cut when your 
hair, gentle lady, teas golden which is so 
white now—some port rait painted when life 
was young, when the lips' red charm and 
the pride of the brow were in their prime, 
when t he skin was sal in which now is parch¬ 
ment. roil feel It, too, strongman though 
you are, and your lip curls half sorrowfully, 
half scornfully, under your grizzled mous¬ 
tache, as you look at t he face of boyish bloom 
which a wandering artist painted, a quarter 
of a century ago. Was t hat you that young 
face, with the frauk, fearless eyes which no 
care had made dim, the tell-tale color, the 
eager mouth? Wlmt were the ambitions of 
that old time? How different they wore, 
those day dreams, from the sober schemes 
of to-day! 1 low you hoped -how. you trust¬ 
ed with what sublime faith you looked on 
into the future! Now you are old, uml the 
world is cold, and the rose-color of youth 
has faded into the sober gray of middle age. 
This is a better thing, you try to think—you 
arc wiser, you are stronger—but there is a 
little pain, nevertheless, a sigh of longing 
for the “something sweet” which 
•‘ Followed youth with flying feet. 
And cun never come iiguin." 
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SENSE AND SENTIMENT. 
One loses all the time that ho can employ 
better. —JRoussca u. 
Means are always in our power; ends are 
very seldom so.— Fielding. 
You will find poetry nowhere unless you 
bring some with you.— Joubcrt. 
We let our blessings grow moldy and 
then call them curses.— Beecher. 
Every production of genius must be the 
production of enthusiasm.— Disraeli. 
Our actions are our own; their conse¬ 
quences beloug to Heaven.— P. Francis. 
Men, like peaches and pears, grow sweet 
a little while before they decay.— Hoimen. 
Flowers are the sweetest things God ev¬ 
er made and forgot to put a soul with.— 
Becchcr. 
It is only great souls that know how 
much glory there is in beiug good.—Sopho¬ 
cles. 
Life is like wine; he who would drink it 
pure must not drain it to the dregs.—Sir 
IE. Temple. 
It is impossible to speak against Christi¬ 
anity without anger, uor to speak for it 
without love.— Joubcrt. 
Prayer is the peace of our spirits, the 
stillness of our thoughts, the rest of our 
cares, the calm of our transports. 
It is one thing to wish to have truth on 
our side and another to wish to be on the 
side of truth.— Whatcly. 
The only vice that cannot be forgiven is 
hypocrisy. The repentance of a hypocrite 
is itself hypocrisy. — Hazlitt. 
God has so made the mind of man that a 
peculiar deliciousuess resides in the fruits 
of personal industry.— Wilbcrforce. 
The root of sanctity is sauity. A man 
must be healthy before he can be ho¬ 
ly. We bathe first and thou perfume.— 
Mad. Swewhinc. 
mailing (oi[ the §oung. 
THE DIFFERENCE. 
There was an old lady all dressed in silk, 
Who lived upon lemons and buttermilk ; 
And thinking this world was a sour old placo, 
She carried its acid all over her fuoo. 
Another old lady, nil dressed in patches, 
Lived upon nothing lint htvlfer matches; 
So tile world it made her strangle and cough, 
And sure us you rubbed her you set her off. 
Another old lady, all sunny and peat. 
Who lived upon sugar and everything sweet. 
Declared, when she heard of their troubles, she 
‘‘never!" 
For ihc world wins so nice she could live on for- 
Now, children, take your choice 
Of the food your hearts shall eat; 
There are sourish thoughts, and brimstone thoughts, 
And thoughts all good and sweet; 
And whatever the heart feeds on, 
Dear children, trust to me. 
Is pvocisely what this queer old world 
Will seem to you to ho. 
LITTLE THINGS. 
Gheat events, we often lind, 
On little things depend, 
And very small beginnings 
Have oft a mighty end. 
What volumes may be written 
With little drops of ink : 
How small a leak, unnoticed, 
A mighty ship will sink 
A tiny insect's labor 
Makes the coral strand. 
And mighty seas are girdled 
With grains of golden sand. 
LETTER TO THE LITTLE PEOPLE. 1 
BY ROHE GERANIUM. 
Did 1 not promise to write a loiter about 
Flowers? 1 Inlomletl tolling you about 
something else, lint I "guess ” I’d better 
keep my promise, for 1 can't well think of 
sober things with tho intoxicating sweet¬ 
ness of the Syriuga floating about me. How 
i like to have the snowy blooms clustering 
in my hair ami at my ihrout! I have an 
odd fancy that their presence makes it easi¬ 
er to do right. H l ever lose my temper, 
or entertain uncharitable thoughts, you 
may be sure it is when my fiower-moui tors 
are absent. 
You are so fond of blossoms, why not 
wear artificial Ones? God makes them,” 
said a lady recently, in opposing my "Qua¬ 
kerish " notions of dress. 
" Alt, but my dear friend,” I replied, “ Ho 
lias nothing to do with ( lie tame, odorless 
creations of art, that haven’t, even the pow¬ 
er of withering.” 1 object t-o wearing arti¬ 
ficial flowers less on account of creed than 
because I really don't like bad Imitations. 
But. about the garden pets. If you like 
something that will flourish and only thank 
you for robbing it, of its brilliance, cultivate 
a bed of Petunias, all colors, but be sure 
and have plenty of white—it is so fragrant; 
and it is pretty, too, for a basket. The 
double Portulaccas will keep you supplied 
with bouquets, but unfortunately they 
wither early in the day. Another plant 
that blooms from Spring to hard frost is 
the yellow Lanvitaliii. It is lovely. 
Don’t try to cultivate many varieties of 
flowers. Better have only a few and keep 
them well tended. A thrifty group of pan¬ 
sies or phlox or verbenas is a thousand 
times preferable to fifteen or twenty kinds 
choking with dry dust, and half hidden by 
weeds. 
Every little girl should have, if possible, 
a house-plant to call their own. A Vermosa 
rose, a Fuchsia, Caladium, Geranium, or 
even a simple Mignonette — any of these 
will be a treasure worthy your best, care, 
and if you cauuot have a rare flower, a pot 
filled with the commonest grass is better 
than uothiug. Indeed I think it very orna¬ 
mental, and have often suffered a spire to 
grow and be green among my winter plants 
just because I love it. 
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THE GREAT LAKES. 
The following facts in regard to the five 
great lakes in North America, are not 
generally known, and will prove especially 
instructive to young people: 
Lake Superior is the largest body of fresh 
water in the world* Its greatest length is 
355 miles, its greatest breadth 160 miles, and 
its area is given as 30,000 square miles. Its 
average depth is variously given at 688 and 
1,000 feet. It is 600 feet above the level of 
the sea, 22 feet higher than Lake Michigan 
and 50 higher than I,alee Erie. 
Lake Michigan is 330 miles long, 108 miles 
in the widest part, and the main depth of it 
is 600 feet. In its greatest length it. is 
longer than Lake Superior, beiug 390 miles. 
It, lias an area of '33,000 square miles. 
The greatest length of Lake Huron is 200 
miles, the greatest width 100 miles, the main 
depth 600 feet, and the area 20,000 square 
miles. 
Lake Erie’s greatest length is 250 miles, 
its greatest width 50 miles, the mean depth 
of its waters Kt feet, making it, by far the 
most shallow of all Die five lakes, and it has 
a superficial urea of about 9,000 square 
miles. 
The greatest length of Lake Ontario is 
ISO miles, the greatest breadth 65 miles, the, 
mean depth 260 feet, and tho area 9,000 
square miles. 
The length of all the Lukes is more than 
1,500 miles. 
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PERSEVERANCE, 1 
Boys should never give up, but remember 
and act upon the old motto or adage, “PcT- 
severando ct cita'cs" —“ Perseverance con¬ 
quers all things.” Hear what Henry'Clay 
once said ;—" Constant, persevering applica¬ 
tion will accomplish anything. To this 
quality, if I may be allowed to speak of my¬ 
self, do I owe the little success which I have 
attained. Left in early life to Yvork my 
own way alone, without friends or pecuni¬ 
ary resources, and wltli none other than a 
common education, 1 saw that the pathway 
before me yvus steep and rugged, and Die 
flight uiniii which 1 had ventured to fix the 
eye of my ambit ion could he reached only 
by toil most severe and a purpose the most, 
indomitable. But, shrinking from no labor, 
disheartened by no obstacles, I struggled 
on. No opportunity, which the most 
watchful vigilance, could secure, to exercise 
. my power, wits permitted to pass t> 3 ' unim¬ 
proved.” 
83 7” Answer in two weeks. 
ANAGRAM. No. 1. 
Ew glenride nitels yb her chose, 
Dan hintore dread ot kebar oht plels; 
Ot rptu heppai-s ot tome on rome, 
Thaw pil dolcu turet sitrf, " Lawfleer.” 
Jacob M. Sherk. 
XST' Answer in tYvo weeks. 
PROBLEM.—No. 1. 
Required, the sides of three right angled tri¬ 
angles in whole numbers, such that ‘heir areas 
shall be equal. 8. G. c. 
83/“ Answer in two weeks. 
PUZZLE.-No. 1. 
I am 9 letters: 
Uni first a vegetable. 
My second makes me a father. 
My third a celebrated doctor. 
My fourth a share. 
My last syllable is mountainous. 
My third, fourth and fifth charms and refines. 
My fifth, sixth and seventh express relief. 
My Yvhole is an Arctic explorer. Who is it ? 
t'iT' Answer in two weeks. 
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PUZZLER ANSWERS.-June 22. 
Illustrated Rebus No. 25.- ‘ Unless lie can 
above himself erect himself, how poor a thing is 
mint!" -No one has sent u« a correct answer to 
this rebus up to the time ot going to press. 
Problem No. 1 ). -Mary ts John's Yvife; Anna 
is George’s; and Httruh. Henry’s. Correct an¬ 
swers have been received from Henry B. Strovor 
and II. A. Norton. 
