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Jfedtes' Ipoiit-Joliff. 
ELEGIACS. 
Light on the western hills!—the crimson glory of 
smibOt 
Flinging ji mant le of tiro over the osirth and air. 
Hed ns the blood of the brave that (lows in the terri¬ 
ble onset 
Leading to victory’s crown, or to defeat and despair! 
Light on your golden tresses, flashing and gleaming 
and burning; 
Light in your azure eyes, shining in sorrow's de- 
' spite; 
Light on the woods and the waves, and light on tlio 
river mist, turning 
Its chill Into warmth,—all round, ever and every¬ 
where light! 
Ah ! lull within onr hearts, (yours and mined my dar¬ 
ling, my own love! 
Parting to meet on earth never, it may be, again— 
Not one gleam Of the glory that shines around us is 
known, love! 
All is dark as the grave, shadowed and wasted with 
One last kiss ! . . . Now take this rose I have 
plucked for your bosom, 
Fraught with a fragrance as sweet, love as your 
love Is for me; 
Not a pule, frugllo bud, but a full-blown, crimson- 
dyed blossom 
Glowing and bright as my heart's wild adoration 
may be! 
So if I come nnt when years shall have tied till your 
cheek shall he faded. 
Not till your eves shall be dim with tears that have 
fallen in vain, 
Not till the gold locks be gray, and the little feet 
weary and Jaded, 
Treading u desolate path darkened with tempest 
and rain; 
When you shall take forth the rose, and look at It 
scentless and withered, 
Murmuring words like thoseItoso, let the world 
say its say, 
Wo know him not false, but dead ; and 1 know when 
our Father has gathered 
Ilis harvest in, wo shall meet in the light of a 
changeless day,” rT , 
[F. Fenjusnn. 
COMMAND AND OBEDIENCE. 
Very warm : bay and grain in the barn ; fath- t 
or and the children taking a ride and rest: little ( 
four-year old Gussy and I at home alone. Work i 
all doneV Oh no! never all done here; always , 
tired ; always something more to do; can’t be \ 
smart; try sometimes but it is of no use. When 
one hour’s work Is done, (strength is all gone; | 
must rest an hour and I hen commence ugaln, an 
hour behind. Almost envy those who can do 
everything when and ea it should he done, and 
havii a large margin left, for reading, writing 
and fanny work, Gussy has brought mo a pile 
of obi Kukals saying, “ Head mo a story, please." 
Ho has heard his story and lies on the floor say¬ 
ing it over to himself with the oft-repeated 
question, “What does that moan, Ma?“ I am 
lazily looking here and t here I or something new 
or beautiful ou these familiar pages. 
Ah, lu re is “ Fashion and Folly," by <’• II. C., 
in which such st range Incongrultlesaro blended. 
She says, “I believe that man should always 
command and woman obey; ’’ and further on 
she describes, in glowing language, a happy, 
well-matched pair, 
" Where two hearts beat in unison 
And two souls seem us one." 
—Whore only smiling faces are seen, and gentle, 
loving words are hoard. Hut, ah! my friend, 
you haw forgotten the commands; mix a few 
of them with your picture, and see how quick 
the whole is changed. Does a man ever use the 
tone or language of U command to the woman 
he lovesV Does a woman who loves her hus¬ 
band need to he commanded? If there is a lack 
of love in the mixture will commands increase 
tin* supply ? Hut some will say ’lis a Scriptural 
injunction- Very true. St. Fact, exhorts wo¬ 
men to submit themselves to their husbands; 
but does he anywhere advise husbands to com¬ 
mand their wives, Qr are wo even at liberty to 
inter that it would be right and proper for them 
to do so ? A greater than St. Paul says, “ Hut 
whosoever shall smite tihoo on thy right cheek, | 
turn to him the other also." Do wc presume 
from this that it would be right for one man to 
strike another, that the one so struck may have 
an opportunity to obey the Scriptural injunc¬ 
tion? Christ wishes his followers to avoid 
quarrels and contentions, and teaches them that 
it is better to flhffer than to do wrong. 
Paul knew that there would he some unhap¬ 
py mu to ties, in which too little of love, or good 
sense, or, perhaps, of both was blended, aud that 
both parties would sometimes insist on having 
their own way: he therefore very wisely ad¬ 
vises i he weaker party to give up. Because it is 
right for the wife to obey, it docs not follow 
that it is right for the husband to command. A 
command is repulsive to human nature. Where 
commands are common, love is not common, 
let the relationship be wlmt it may. Genuine 
obedience is the result of Jove and respect, and 
not of fear; and that parent who fails to secure 
the love ami respect of his or her children is 
never very well obeyed. 
Ah, me! 1 have fallen to sermonizing; did 
not mean to; and there are so many beautiful 
thoughts unnoticed! Hut all that’s beautiful 
will live, and make life happier to some one. 
Rural Home, Aug. 13. Athena. 
THE NEW ENGLAND WOMAN. < 
Fanny Fern, in the New York Ledger, thus ( - 
describes the New England woman: As it one : 
could mistake a New England woman! How can 
you know her? First, by her wardrobe. She 
will own a water-proof and India-rubbers, and 
a nice umbrella, before thinking about a dia¬ 
mond ring, m- the last style of dress, hat orgold 
bracelet. She always drosses with a view to the 
thermometer, and prefers a blanket shawl til the 
best, fabric, under doubtful skies, to a silk vel¬ 
vet dross and paper-soled boots. 
Before deciding on her spring ou tilt she looks at 
the capabilities of the dresses already on hand. 
Over one that has a spot upon it she places a 
bow, or rutile; over another u new “top skirt," 
thus saving the cost of making two dresses 
at least. She buys the material for two 
bonnets, amt makes them herself with the gar¬ 
nishing of Rowers ami feathers, quite as taste¬ 
fully as the best milliner .could do. She owns 
Itoots and shoes for all kinds of weather, before 
tniying brooches or silk stockings; also a good 
assortment of plain but well-made underclothes, 
before “ hankering" after a real cashmere shawl. 
Stic has a well stocked library, I hough not 
owning a “ point luce over dross" for a party. 
When she has dressed for the hour of the day 
and the occasion, according to the best of her 
judgment, and very good judgment ills too, she 
never insults your common sense by apologizing 
for not being dressed in a different manner. In 
short, after being neatly ami tastefully arrayed 
for the hour, her mind has no further interest 
in the subject, but has opportunity to consider 
more important needs. 
If you chance to bruise your tlngors, the New 
England woman lias a healing remedy at hand. 
If your character is said to be bruised, she will 
require proof of the same before she believes 
it, or turns you the cold shoulder. 
The New England woman puts away her furs 
before the mollis get at them, and her cellar 
Hour is us clean as that of her parlor. In short, 
she is a woman possessing all the virtues and 
none of the weaknesses of her sex who liu\e the 
misfortune to he born out of New England. I 
am myself a New England woman! 
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“BECOMING AND PROPER.” 
John Brown of Haddington, was the author 
of the “ Marrow of Divinity,” and other theo¬ 
logical books, which are held In high esteem by 
the Scottish people. Ho eourted a lady upward 
of six years. He was so singularly modest and 
bashful that he never ventured to kiss her. One 
day it occurred to him that it would not be a bad 
thing to do. So it is recorded that ho said; 
"Janet, my woman, we’ve been acquainted 
now for years, an'—nn'—I've never got a kiss 
yet. D'ye think I may take one, my bomiie 
lass?” 
The reply was wonderfully characteristic of 
the Scottish maiden. 
“.list as ye like, John,” said she, “ onl)/ he l>e- 
comln’ oik l proper wV it." 
“ Sorely, Janet,” said John, “ we'll nsk a bless- 
landing ]foi[ the i|mmg. 
A CHILD’S HYMN. 
Now the day of work is done. 
Now the quiet, night’s begun, 
And I lay my tired head 
Safe within my little bed, 
Saviour, hear me; 
Be ttiovi near me. 
Till the hours of dark have tied 
1 can sco from where l lie, 
GlIH’ring in the dark blue sky, 
Here and there a little star 
Shining out so clear and high. 
Saviour, hear me; 
Be thou near mu; 
Keep mo safe beneath thine eye. 
If I’ve grieved thee through this day, 
Let my sin be washed away; 
Make me. meek and pure and kind, 
Give mu thy most holy mind. 
Saviour, hoar tno; 
Be thou near me; 
Let me now thy mercy Had. 
Thou art loving me above, 
And l love then for tliy love: 
Thou didst leave thy throne on high, 
And for mo come down to die. 
Thou will hoar mo. 
And bO near me— 
1 am safe while LUoil art nigh. 
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LETTERS TO YOUNG RURALISTS.- 
FltOM COUSIN .tOlINNIK. 
The blessing was asked, and Hie kiss ex¬ 
changed. 
“O woman," said the enraptured but slill de¬ 
vout minister, “O woman, but it's good; wo’U 
noO return thanks.” 
And they did. 
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FEMININE FELICITIES. 
One wlm assumes to know, says that, woman¬ 
ly despair for the loss of a lover endures three 
months in the Winter, and t wo in the Summer; 
the second month, a lady becomes interested in 
the now style of hair-dressing; the third, she 
burns her love-letters. Twelve months after- 
want she hears of her former lover's marriage, 
and wonders “ Imw she could have loved a mini 
with a red moustache." 
An Ohio woman at n recent prayer meeting 
made a petition iti behalf of a graceless nephew, 
which, after enunciating his many misdeeds, she 
concluded with telling the Lord that ho (the 
nephew) came home the other night In a beast¬ 
ly state of intoxication aud whistling "Shoo 
Fly,” and to illustrate her meaning, that lady 
herself whistled that popular air. 
A thrifty Bostonian recently “ placed " $10,- 
(XX) insurance on the llfo of his wife, took home 
a box of little red Maryland plums and enjoyed 
a whole evening in watching his wife eat them. 
His enterprise hud its reward. Deducting $300 
for funeral expenses, he is now $0,700 richer than 
lie was a week ago. 
A little girl, daughter of a clergyman, being 
left one day to “ tend door," and obeying a sum¬ 
mons of the bell, she found a gentleman on the 
steps who wished to see her father. “ Father 
isn’t in,” she said, “but if it's anything about 
your soul I can attend to you. I know the whole 
plan of salvation." 
The following Colloquy was overheard by a 
lady;—Sighing lover (before the kitchen): Is it 
lonely ye are there without me?" A voice with¬ 
in replies: “ Not at all, Henry, Willie has been 
here for an hour." 
A w i now who has married and lost five hus¬ 
bands, remarks: " W i dowers never die of grief; 
although crushed to the earth by their sorrow, 
like truth, they rise again and rewive.” 
Mas. Partington will not allow Ike to play 
the guitar. She said he hud it once when a child, 
and it nearly killed him. 
Where are the Young Ruralists? That is the 
question I have asked myself many times dur¬ 
ing the past two months, as I have looked in 
vain in the children’s column for my little cous¬ 
ins' letters. And now, u I last, as if to prove that 
" patient, waiting is no loss," the Ritual of Au¬ 
gust 10th brings us a very nice letter from “ A 
Young Rmnlist," tolling US of the humane way 
in which lie or she* I don’t know which, but 
ffuet* it’s she, kills her entomological specimens. 
This little cousin’s enthusiasm in that direction 
makes me feel like hiding my head, for I am 
forced to confess that lam actually afraid of 
spiders, wasps, big green worms, aud those hard- 
shelled things with sharp nippers that at night 
go bumping about against the wall, and drop¬ 
ping down suddenly, with a thump, just where 
you least expect them to. 1 don't care how 
many of those sho puts into her ease—indoed, if 
there were to be a choice, I should say, catch nil 
these and let the huttortilos go; but, perhaps 
t hat is because I don't ■understand entomology. 
Let me see; I was telling you last time about 
some or my childhood’s amusement; and now, 
for fear you may think l cared nothing about 
girls plays, I must toll you how, when the sun 
got too hot, and we too tired to play out of doors, 
Frank and I would come into the house and 
play with my papov dolls. Allan would never 
play with us, I hough we offered him tin'Induce¬ 
ment of the handsomest and hugest number of 
dolls in our numerous fumlly. Ho thought such 
an amusement unmanly; but I never could see 
why it was any mure so forhim than for Frank, 
especially as they were only paper dolls. I 
should never have thought of asking either of 
them to play wit h my big crying doll, or my wax 
doll. He did, however, once condescend so far 
as toOUiout and paint lor us a fat young woman 
with very big blue eyes and Intensely stiff red 
ringlets; also a fai infant with features traced 
In ink the nose, I remember, painfully one¬ 
sided. I think he would have given a good deal 
to have been able to play with us, ami enjoy It 
as wc did; but, as he could not, or would not do 
that, he used to show something of the spirit of 
“the dog in the manger." Ho would come in 
and tense us In all kinds of ways—call Frank 
a "girl-boy,” hide our dolls, and make us so 
uncomfortable that, after coaxing and entreaty 
failed to have any effect on him, Frank, would 
go with onr troubles to his mother, and Alt,an 
would be called up stairs to practice a half hour 
on liis live finger exercise, a task he hated most 
heartily. _ 
tied his white tippet to the end of the tail. Nep 
did not understand these proceedings, and was 
frisking about and wagging his tail, with every 
wag setting tlm tippet Hying in the air, and every 
few steps overturning the enrt. 
“Never mind, Ncp, I'll teach you .vet. If you 
don’t he a good dog and let your tail He in tlio 
cart. I'll have to tie it down.'' 
But the next. Jump brought Nep quite out of 
the harness, and away he capered, looking back 
roguishly, as much as to say. “No you don’t, 
old fellow." 
Harry was about to follow him, but just then 
a lady passed by, her long trailing skirt sweep¬ 
ing the walk, ami gathering dirt and dust. Hur¬ 
ry stood looking at her uni il she was out of sight, 
and then I iirniug to his mother, he said : 
“Molher don't you think it would he a good 
plan for ladies who wear tails to their dresses to 
have a little cart to keep them up out Of the 
dirt?” 
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GOLDEN PRECEPTS FOR THE YOUNG. 
Bishop Middleton furnishes the following: 
Persevere against discouragement.. Keep your 
temper. Employ leisure in study, and always 
have some work in bund. Be punctual and 
methodical in business, and never procrasti¬ 
nate. Never be in a hurry. Preserve sel I -posses¬ 
sion, and do not be talked onl of conviction. 
Rise early, and be an economist of time. Main¬ 
tain dignity without the appearance of pride; 
manner issomet lung with everybody, and every¬ 
thing with some. Be guarded In discourse, at¬ 
tentive, ami slow lo speak. Never acquiesce in 
immoral or pernlclousopinions. He not forward 
to assign reasons to those who have no rigid to 
ask. Think not lung in conduct unimportant or 
indifferent. Rather give than follow examples, 
preserve a strict temperance, and in your trans¬ 
actions remember the Unal account. 
Why is a mouse like a load of hay ? Because 
the eat’ll eat it. 
he |lit?.«ler. 
ILLUSTRATED REBUS.-No. 8. 
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THE SHEEP WITH A CART. 
"I never saw a sheep harnessed up before," 
said Harry ns he turned over the leaves of a big 
book on natural history, and found a picture of 
a sheep drawing a little two-whccled cart. 
Do you know what natural history means? it 
means a history or description of animals, birds 
and Ashes, 
"Let me see," said ids mother. So Harry 
brought the great book and laid it in her lap. 
“ Ah, yes," she continued, “it. is a sheep that 
lives In Syria aud Egypt, and other parts of Asia 
and Africa, and has u long heavy tail which 
sometimes trails on the ground. This tail usual¬ 
ly weighs 15 or 20 pounds; but when the sheep is 
fattened, it sometimes gets to weigh 70 or ho, or 
even 150 pounds. Thesheep cannotcarry it then, 
so a little cart is made to lay it on, and the sheep 
draws it about." 
" What is the use or such big fat tails?” 
“The people, when they kill the sheep, use the 
fat of the tail, which is not at all like tallow, for 
butter." 
Harry shut up his book and put it away, and 
went out, to play; ami his mother kept on sew¬ 
ing, and forgot, ailaboutthe sheep with the cart. 
A I ter a while she heard a great racket outside 
the window, anti looking out, she saw Harry aud 
Nep. HO had fastened his cart to the dog, and 
as Ncp would not let Install lie in the Curt he had 
fW Answer in two weeks. 
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BOTANICAL ENIGMA. No. 1. 
I am composed of 38 letters: 
My 12, 7,3, 3, ft, 15, 1, 10 is a plant whose leaves 
resemble a lion’s footprint. 
My 14, 34, 13, 34 is the Empress of flowers. 
My 81, 33, 5, 17, 30, 30, 30 is the misanthrope’s 
Rower. 
My 0, H, 25, It, 30 is n reliable florist. 
M.y 33,13, 35 is a kind of fruit. 
My 36, Is, 4, tit b the Queen of flowers. 
My 20,31. 37, 8,3 is an unpleasant companion. 
My 3fi, 3H, 20,14, 34 is a plant much used for Win¬ 
ter decorations. 
My 30, 10, 15, 31, 25, 38, IS, 2, 27 is a noble Ameri¬ 
can tree. 
My Is, 11, 30, 3 is a delicate evergreen. 
My whole is a beautiful passage of Scripture. 
Answer in two weeks. A. Wake. 
PROBLEM. No. 3. 
The three straight Hues drawn from the 
angles of a triangle to a point of intersection, 
and which divide its area into three equal parts, 
measure respectively 20, ’.X) and 40 rods. Re¬ 
quired, t he sides of the triangle. 
Scale of figure, 25 rods to the inch. A P=»40 
rods; B P=20 rods; C P=30 rods. 
Answer in two weeks. H. F. Burleson. 
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PUZZLER ANSWERS.-August 24. 
Illustrated Rebus No. 7.—“A palm-shade in 
eternity."— Lives written in the-hook of a f riend, 
nktc Diamond Edition of Whittier, p. 92. 
Hidden Lakes No. L —1, Eric; 2, Itasca; 3, 
Huron; 4, George. 
Riddle No. 1.— The Vowels. 
Puzzle No. 4.—Sicily. 
