fill I 
LOVE REVEALED. 
BY MARTA S. LADD. 
Srrfi a trim and graceless sinner, 
Vuu would wonder l eouLl win her. 
She as white us purest snow; 
From my Into)’ ill (I ore n<1 her. 
For slio loves me true mid tender. 
Her warm hlnslies told me so. 
Heavy clouds may gather o’er me, 
And the way look dark before me, 
As it ofttlmes will, below; 
1 will pass It all unheeding. 
For she loves tne, at my pleading 
Her clear eyes have told me so. 
O'er the changeless seas a sailing, 
With our hope and faith unfailing, 
In the sunshine we will go,— 
All in all, and never parted. 
For she loves tue. the true hearted. 
Her dear lips have told me so. 
THE TALK ABOUT MARRIAGE 
We believe that Hie number of “ unhappy 
marriages” is vastly overrated by nearly 
everybody. There is so much talk on the 
subject that it is easy to forget that for every 
instance of complaint there are thousands 
of bennficient and prosperous unions of 
which the world never hears. It is natural 
Unit wrong and outrage should demand at¬ 
tention, but men and women whose married 
life is lull of good and helpfulness, do not 
often feel an impulse logo up and down Hie 
world defending the system under which 
they live. 
Then again we have long been convinced 
that the fundamental thought or idea of most 
of these reformers is an error, and a most 
mischievous one. What is an “unhappy 
marriageV" What is a happy one? Most 
people who complain of the present system 
of marriage show clearly that they think 
that the chief evils and unhappiness in Hie 
lives nl men and women who are “ not hap¬ 
pily married” result from marriage itself or 
from what is false and bad in it. Their crit¬ 
icisms depend chiefly upon the notion that a 
proper union, a “happy marriage,” would 
ensure a happy and prosperous life for near¬ 
ly everybody. We think that most people 
are as “ happy in marriage” as they deserve 
to he—that ibey have about as much, of 
good in it as they are capable of enjoying. 
Not everybody, of course, but we think Ibis 
is true of the great majority of all the mar¬ 
ried people around us. 
It is absurd to think that so much misery 
and wrong, so much selfishness and cruelty, 
so much Unit is low, animal and unlovely in 
the lives of men and women results from 
their being “ mismated.” In most cases 
there is no possible mating that could make 
file joint life much better. These men and 
vengeful abduction. Let any one out of 
training, or under six feet high, and with 
proportionate strength, attempt to run away 
with a fairly well composed girl of eighteen 
or twenty, and give us his opinion of Hie 
prowess of these vaunted knights. A wo¬ 
man weighing one. hundred and forty pounds’ 
weight of kicking womauhood is not to be 
carried at, all. Even a slight, girl will weigh 
a hundred pounds, and Rudolph or Iloratio 
will stagger under her lovely but cumber¬ 
some figure, if he breaks out of a staccato 
walk. There* are plenty of buxom girls 
who weigh up to a hundred and seventy 
pounds, and it is not given to every man to 
“hurry olf” with such a baggage. When 
the victimized Squnllina faints on the stage, 
the robust baritone takes care that the emn- 
ouissement shall be accomplished os close to 
Hie wing ns possible. He knows what La 
Squnllina weighs by the sad experience of 
rehearsals. Let. any of our readers carry 
his sister (he will probably prefer bis cousin) 
up three flights of stairs, without stopping, 
and forward to us his sentiments on the oc¬ 
casion. Women weigh a good many pounds 
nowadays, and their airiness of fabrication 
is a fallacy. 
■-♦♦♦-. 
A RECIPE FOR HAPPINESS. 
It is simply when you rise in the morning 
to form the resolution to make the day a 
happy one to a fellow-creature, It is easily 
done; a left-off garment to the man dial 
needs it; a kind word to Hie sorrowful; an 
encouraging expression to the striving — 
trifles in themselves as light as air—will do 
it, at least for twenty-four hours; and if 
young, depend upon it that it will tell when 
you are old; and if you are old, rest assured 
it will send you gently and happily down 
the stream of time to eternity. Look at the 
result. You scud one person—only one— 
happily through the? day; that is three hun¬ 
dred and sixty-five in the course, of a year; 
and suppose you live forty years only, after 
you commence this course, you have made 
I-1,600human beings happy,at, leasfcfor a time. 
Now, worthy reader, is not this simple? We 
‘Id not, often indulge in a moral dose, hut 
this is so small a pill dial no one needs cur¬ 
rant jelly to disguise its flavor, and requires 
to be taken but ouce a day, that We feel war¬ 
ranted iu prescribing it. || j* most excellent 
for digestion, and a promoter of pleasant 
slumber. 
-- 
WHAT GIRLS SHOULD DRINK. 
Dr. Dro Lewis, in his book, “ Our Girls,” 
says: I am astonished that a young woman 
who is ambitious of a clear, tine akin, should 
drink tea. It is a great enemy to fair com¬ 
plexions. Wine, coffee and cocoa may be 
IIDOil •«!ib A ..t 4* * .1 < . « . 
Jfor 
MOTHER FAIRIE. 
[THKSEln-o fit lift poems are. copied for the special 
benefit of our juvenile renders. The first, addressed 
to “Mother Fnlrli*,” was written by A net: CARY.J 
" Gooi) old Mother Fnlrie, 
Sitting by your tire. 
Have you uny little folk 
You would like to hire? 
I want no chubby drudges 
To milk uikI churn mill spin. 
Nor old mid wrinkled brownies 
With grisly beards and thin. 
But patient little people, 
With hands of busy care 
And gentle speech mid loving hearts— 
Hay. have you such to spare? 
I know u poor pale body 
Who cannot sleep at night. 
And I want the little people 
To keep her chamber bright; 
To chase uway the shadows 
That make her moan and weak. 
To sing her loving lullabies 
And kiss hnr eye- to sleep. 
Ami when in dreams she reaches 
For pleasures dead and gone, 
To hold her wasted Augers, 
And make the rings stay on. 
They must lie very cunning 
To make the future shine, 
Like leaves unit flowers, and strawberries, 
A growing on one vino. 
Good old Mollior Mils, 
Since iliy need you know. 
Tell me, have you any folk 
Wise enough I o go ?” 
pl'liis reply to “ Alice’’ is no less dainty thau her 
own musical linos : | 
"O Alice, Alice Cary, 
You truly mount to Joke, 
Asking old Mother Kulrie 
To hire her little folk ! 
My people nil are ready 
To give their friendly aid, 
But mind you, faille favors 
Can never bo repaid. 
Within my crystal piiluco 
Lives many u little fay, 
Who, for the love or Alice, 
Would labor night mid day— 
Go toll that poor old body 
Who enwiot sleep o’ nights, 
My meek-Cyci) daughter Patience, 
Will set hot’ rooms to rights ; 
That ‘ Fiitth ’ mid ’ Hope,’ (twin sisters.) 
Will by her plllmv stand, 
And slug her loving sonnets 
About the butter land. 
She’ll listen to tholr numbers, 
Forgetful of her cures, 
Till soft, a ad nulel slumbers 
Steal o’er her unawares. 
In dreams, no longer reaching, 
To pleasures dead and gone. 
Her fingers, pointing upward 
Will let the rings stay on. 
Go, tell Mint poor old body 
To take, i he wand or prayer, 
And when she wants I lie fairies 
To wave It in the air; 
And though she cannot see them, 
Yet, with their still small voice 
They’ll whisper words of comfort, 
And make her heart rejoice.” 
AUNT NELLIE AND HER TORIES. 
we always expected when she made one of 
H*c number. We wen*, seated around the 
blazing lire in “apple-pie order,” “with 
Aunt Nellie for a center piece," as Johnny 
roguishly said, waiting for the story of the 
“ Precocious Parrot.” “ I know what petosus 
means,” said our little Nellie, just four 
years, who had caught the spirit of defining 
words which we older ones were required to 
do. “ It means doin’ stillin’ you ought not 
to, for mamma says l am petosus, and so says 
I teep doin’ Buffin' I ought not to.” We all 
laughed at Nellie’s definition, but, Aunt 
Nellie said she had done nicely. Now for 
the story. 
“My grandmother,” began Aunt Nellie, 
“ lived down in Maine, in the town of Hal¬ 
lowed, on the banks of Hie Kennebeck. A 
neighbor living on the street back was the 
owner of a very witty parrot. Poll was in 
Hie habit of visiting the neighbors in that 
vicinity and entertaining them with her wise 
remarks, Sometimes, however, she was too 
frequent a visitor. My grandfather, grand¬ 
mother, and mother, who was then a little 
girl, was sitting in the family room, when iu 
flew Miss Poll through an open window, 
and not waiting for an invitation to alight 
perched herself on the back of a chair as 
was her usual custom. 4 Do lake your ker¬ 
chief and drive that bird out,' said my 
grandmother to grandpa. ‘ What’s that 
you say?’—‘What’s that, you say?’ says 
Poll, sharply, and not waiting for further 
action she flew out through the window, 
and it was many days before Miss Poll called 
again where she had proved so unwelcome 
a visitor.” 
Wo were all much pleased with the 
Polly story, as little Nellie called it, and 
a Her a game of blind man’s huff, and a treat 
of nuts and apples we gathered around Aunt 
Nellie for the story of the Canary bird. 
“ My Aunt Annv," said Aunt Nellie, “ now 
living in Providence, had a beautiful Canary 
whose name was Jenny. Jenny lmd made 
herself a nice lit tit; nest of hair and cotton 
which Aunt Army had provided her, and in 
that liitie nest were three as cunning little 
eggs as any mother birdie would wish to 
Sabbath |5cubing. 
THE DYING BROTHER. 
BY 8. C. TT. 
I a m ffoinir, brother, going, 
Where our saluted mollior dwells, 
lu the blessed land Elyalan, 
Where the angel chorus swells,— 
Far across the Stygian river. 
And beyond the cares of life, 
There by angel hosts invited, 
Free from turmoil, grief amt strife. 
I am coming, mother, coming. 
For my nice on ourtli is rim, 
With arms outstretched I see thee, 
Welcoming thy wayward son 
By t he similes or deni h surrounded, 
And my bn or so damp and chill, 
I am coming, mother, coming, 
Yes, resigned to Ills will. 
Life Is ebbing, brother, ebbing, 
And my sight is growing dim, 
Onward beckoned, beckoned onward, 
By the welcome hand of Him , 
I leave ibis world of narrow, 
With earl lily tilings I’ve dene, 
For I’m called beyond the river. 
And shall leave ere setting sun. 
I uni dying, brother, dying, 
And my hand is growing cold, 
But 1 knew I shall be gathered, 
Surely gathered, to flis fold; 
Ami the curtain now Is lifted, 
But to the* I cannot tell. 
Of the glories of the future, 
Future glories— fare thee well. 
Philadelphia, March, 1871. 
-- 
SATURDAY NIGHT, 
How many a kiss lias been given—how 
many a curse—how many a caress—how 
many a look of hate—how many a kiiul 
word—how many a promise luts been broken 
how many u soul lost—how many a loved 
one lowered into Hie narrow chamber—how 
many a babe has gone from earth to heaven 
—how many a little crib or cradle stands 
silent now, which last Saturday night held 
the rarest treasures of ifio lieart. 
A week is it life, A week is a history. A 
week marks events of sorrow and gladness, 
which people never heard Go home to your 
family, man in business! Go home to your 
hearth,erring wanderer! Go home to Hie 
life of such people very high or perfect In . - \ C0IIec may 1)0 U8crt occasional- 
fact, as tilings now are, marriage is the modu, ' atc f l“antities, without notice- 
source and nurse of many of the best nuali , lttrin 1 ; , >ut 1 m,vise a]l young women 
ties in the lives of most men and women Wl i° f Wm,W prcsCrV0 * aoft ’ c,ei ‘ r «*Mn and 
We think there is nothing plainer than Hie " e l v ? s > t0 !lvouJ aI1 Moke M cold 
fact that the average tendency and effect of ^ ^ “ ft " ® xcel,e ^ t l llan t0 Milk one 
marriage is beneficial and elevating. Look- * •'? f li,9 f s ot 001,1 water on lying down 
iug at men and women as they are, we think a ‘’ 1, » 1 ,,m ( ’ 11 llsl "o *'• the morning. If 
it won dor fit] that marriage does so much for T g ° 0tI nnd c,in he, P " ,f! footl 
them,mid has such power to lift up their ink>y ? u *‘ stomach.without llsin « any fluid, 
lives to light and beauty except the sahva.it will, in the long run. 
Our reformers uml loo mod, i„ specific 0o " Uil " 110 m " d ‘ ln J™"' 
treatment for particular evils. The real r ,~7 - 
problem is far deeper and more difficult GETTING UP IN LIFE, 
somehow acquire* thomdnffilness ^” 0 ^/ in 1,1,8 l|fe - One is to begin where 
Itself. It h „ y „„ y “I ? “ T ily a "" snuufolly, if 
prove- marriage Zt L "j, to o V T . . '" ,l “ would 
..boot, liut Vy grmliial Instruct 7u S 7 Ami 
tionand advancement of the people them n (1 ‘ ."T ° h ™‘ A,ul bllslncSH 
selves in knowledge and virtue and h. ,11 fluclual “» and ,,ealUl ifl uncertain; and 
tliat makes up excOteuce of character Wo *7"""™*™ | pride arc.trong, 
believe II,at marriage ami paroulu-'e arc in- it "“‘7 “ 3 ' 0 "“ S 1 ' ,l10 ‘) kI not me:ul 
dispensable molhocta of edueata for u,» 10 be vx ravagam, l.as bee,, led along, and 
race. tathei than face Lhe position and descend 
drink tea. It is a great enemy to fair com- ^ UUR V f,)1 ‘ Aunt Nellie —Hurra for was her surprise and grief to find, on remov- 
plexions. Wine, coflee and cocoa may he AuNT NeIjI *ie— and we children rushed ing lhe cloth, that Hie mother bird had taken 
used without tinging the skin; hut. as soon ,ICI ’° SS ,lie l )inzza aiul down the stairs, pell those vvee ones, one by one, from the nest 
as tea drinking becomes a regular habit the m< ’ as 11,0 8,!l S'‘-coftch rolled up to tliegate. and drowned them in the little hath tub. 
eye of Hie discriminating observer detects it Allnt ^ EI,U| - “lighted and was surrounded There they were all wet and cold and dead.” 
in the skin. Tea compromises the com- >y a gl ' oUp Ualf-wiW hoys and girls, all These were true stories that Aunt Nfl- 
pioxion, probably, by deranging the liver. 0 ilJ f r t0 f S|9t , ^mg in BUndry boxes UK mid us, and another time I will tell von 
Weak tea or coffee may he used occasional- 11,1,1 P»w»w. winch they well knew contained mom of our aim He's stories and the ,mines 
ly, in moderate quantities, without notice- for tlu! ,ltt,n tolks-for Aunt slie taught us. Ruth Blake 
able, harm: Imt I advise all vnu.uv Nellie always remembered her little brood___ 
see , and in a few more days three little baby chair that awaits you, wronged wait on life’s 
bnals came to gladden the heart of the moth- breakers! Go home to thmS yon L" man 
er Canary, and gladden it they did, for Mrs. 0 f toil, and give one night to the joys and 
Jenny twittered and hopped from nest, to comforts fast flyiug by t 
perch back and forth, and was as devoted Leave your hook with complex fi.nires- 
as a laud mother could he. The cage, the your dingy offiee-yotlf busy shop ! Rest 
birdies home, hung over Aunt Abby’s sew- with those you love, for Heaven only knows 
mg machine, and this machine my aunt had w l.at next Saturday night will brio, you i 
never used in the evening, till one night, Forgot the world of care and ha I ties of life 
when the birdies were a week old, Aunt which have furrowed Lhe week! Draw close 
Abby threw a cloth over the cage and spent around the family hearth ! Saturday nigl.t 
the evening running the machine. What, has awaited your coming in sadness, in tears 
was hoi surprise and grief to find, on remov- and in silence. Go home to those you love 
mg the cloth, that the mother bird bad taken and as you bask in the loved presence and 
those wee ones one by one, from the nest meet to return the loved ..race of your 
and diowned thorn in the little hath tub. heart’s pets, strive to he a better man, and 
1 here they were all wet and cold and dead.” bless Heaven for giving his weary children 
These were true stories that Auut Nkl- so dear a stepping stone in the river to llic 
lie told us, and another time I will tell you eternal, as Saturday night. 
as she called us. Now, shall I tell you, 
K.yty and Susie, Charlie and Frank, and 
all the vest of Hie little readers of the Rural, 
who this same Amu Nellie was that we all 
nude such a clamor over! Well, to com- are stuffed. We answer our young friend I be correctly printed! Yet how many of 
mence wi i s »e was our Nellie—Nellie by republishing the following, from a former those living epistles have been printed from 
hlake, our fathers sister, whose home was volume of the Rural New Yorker : battered type, from mixed fouls on spotted 
dies ‘Srw! m -T lK T "! TT'- U il be a f D-iod Skin, it must be steamed a ' ,(1 '» dim ink. But after all, ortlio- 
T , V f , a ? ,,C am il ,mlf ! ,om the flesh Side tilt flexible, taking care not d <*y » aafer in the consecrated heart than 
‘;:rr ,a ; l,0 T 11111 » h 1,10 winter to wet the plumage. If the bird has to ho in the theological library. Evangelism is an 
T p 1 ' aH: ‘ tl t’ *amber titled up for a skinned, do not wet it, but make an incision uprigK open-eyed, warm-luiuled, advanc- 
a 1 *. 0<nb !"! 1,11 ‘ Ullt KIillTE 1111,1 h’om Uni point of the breast bone to vent. *ng thing, not the flat, lliiusincss of a mere 
Wtttv fin >?-" ' °*’ NN Y nn ' 1 U'yd, striji the skin down on each side till joints Programme to be written, aud put away on 
1 11111 ' 1 EMjIE » H l ,( ‘ut five of wings and legs can he reached; cut off the shelf for safe keeping; it is always alive, 
■ I ' ' ‘ V' y ' , 0 , ls jJ iatl oar lnu S va - these and tile rump, and strip skin off the a >ert and growing; it is not dead Latin, but 
, ’ . ' ',' “ n ' r A,,nt NKLf * IE lia<1 como hack and neck to the skull, turning skin of vi,al mother-tongue in this country; it is 
, ' u ‘ we were l.n eoinmence Our studies neck inside out; cut off neck from back of not steepled in churcli, cadenced in ritual, 
.iguiiL e all welcomed her most heartily, skull and remove eyes and brains. Strip or robed at the altar, so much as hearted in 
ABOUT bird stuffing, 
“ A Boy Reader of the Rural ’ 
LIVING NATURALISTS. 
Christians arc epjstles to be road. The 
world reads them every day. How impor¬ 
tant that this living gospel which walks and 
wants to know about taxidermy—how birds trades and stirs about in public places should 
be correctly printed 1 Yet how many of 
those living epistles have been printed from 
battered type, from mixed fouls on spotted 
paper, and in dim ink. Bn* after all, ortho¬ 
doxy is safer in the consecrated heart than 
in the theological library. Evangelism is an 
upright, open-eyed, warm-lmnded, advanc¬ 
ing tiling, not the flat lliinsioosa of a mere 
for whoso patient with all our troubles and 
rudeness—for we were sometimes rude and 
boisterous—who so ready to untie all the 
hard knots, thread the needles, and make 
crooked places straight as our Nellie? 
And when study hours were over and we 
Itad come in from sliding down hill and ga¬ 
thered around a cheerful fire, Aunt Nellie 
Of course we are in favor of any change 
in the laws which define the property rights 
of mai '' ied people which may, in any case, 
)e required by justice and right, and of any 
measures that may lie needed to remove 
obstructions which hinder the free and natu¬ 
re! Workings of Hie system of marriage; 
•3 1 I n v *‘ v ' * ” -MMO e/11 cai.il auitj til Nit. IHHIY 
and many a youug man who did not mean ' rta a ! wa >’ s ready to quiet us with some twist them firmly together just under where 
to be extravagant, has been led along; and f lfmmn £ TT of whicb slle 9ecraed to the tail will come, and leave their ends pro- 
rather than face the position and descend ,ave an endless store. And it. is some of jecting to support it. Fill the skull with 
manfully has tried to keep up by embezzle- 'Imse same stories that we will tell the John- putty, and lap tow round the twisted wire 
legs and first joint of wings iu like manner, 
und remove flesh from bones, and remove 
flesh from second joint of wing by cutting 
on under side. Then form body of tow tied 
into shape by packthread. Double a piece 
of fine wire and twist l he doubled part, of it 
to a length sufficient for the neck, and pass¬ 
ing the two ends on each side of the body, 
twist them firmly together just, under where 
the tail will come, and leave their ends pro* 
meut and been called a “swindler.” 
--—— 
MARRIAGE DEEM-ED BEST. 
The Rev. Dr. Deems of the New York 
“ Church of the Strangers," delivered a lec¬ 
ture to his people, the other evening in the 
MTVflfinrl .1 , '»W n»U 11(1 GIG IWlSlClt WU’C 
u WM jwZ? ! l nAL •» f ” ni1 “<« «*k, also round bona, of logs 
'Z, s ,'! , d ll . ours w ® re wings to replace tlic (tali removed. Put 
cannot make the social relations of course of which he said lie had come to 
"k n and women much better, except by the preach the Gospel of Marriage. He believed 
l.r, atl ° 11 !' f tbe ,nen au< I women them- in it. and that people were happier in the 
■ 'aves. Liberal Christian. marriage relation than when unmarried, and 
it any person in his church passed Hie age of 
thirty without being married, unless good 
WEIGHT OF WOMEN. thirty without being m 
In ronaneo 777- , reasons were given, it w 
read consSo of i " d “ y ' We for tbo advisory council 
reb’ hmiSM Tir h n faimil ?1 mai, - le ' ls ft ' om blaz ' Eve «v plain girl ha; 
them J t ,l- , T? leloni ously “ carting” though not a pretty you 
ion s oulders for purposes of re- she lives, be a pretty old 
uiuiy wiinoiu ucing married, unless good we were expected to cheerfully perform. Fri- 
reasons were given, it would he a question day eve was ours, and a gala night we made 
tor the advisory council to consider. of it, too. Checkers, backgammon,. he pop- 
— 7TT - , . pi “£ of co,n ’ cracking nuts, eating apples 
Eveuv plain gul has one consolation; and naming the seods—all had their appoint- 
though not a pretty young lady, she will, if ed time. This evening Aunt Nellie was to 
s ie ives, he a pretty old one. join us in our games, and a right good time 
. T .* SKin. J lion run pointed wires un the Jiol- 
coming in the evening The wood boxes low part of the bones of the legs and tliromrii 
neie nicely packed with wood, the dishes the body, clinching them in the tow on the 
2“ t'Tt CaP8 ’ l,0n r aml 0Ver - 0Ul(! ’- 3ii!e - q * ben "® e t up the bird, pntting it 
shoes m then proper places-f.ir you i„ the desired attitude, and supporting the 
must remember that we were, all farmer boys wings by pins or wi:4, till the skin dricT 
uml gn-ls, and ul had our daily tasks, which when they may he removed • stick the eyes 
we were expected to cheerfully perform. Fri- into the putty For preserving tlm skins 
( ,iV(>V(!W.Maim !in,l a .. . , . y ineseivillg UIC SKins, 
living people and radiated in workday du¬ 
ties.— Workday Christianity. 
THE MOTIVE. 
You cannot serve two masters—you must 
serve one or the other. If your work is first 
with you, and your fee second, work is your 
master, and the Lord of work, who is God. 
But if your fee is first, with you, and your 
work second, foe is your master, and (he 
lord of fee, who is the devil; and not only 
the devil, but the lowest of devils—“ the 
least erected fiend that fell.” So there you 
have it in brief terms — work first, you are 
God’s servants; fee first, you are the fiend's. 
And it makes a difference, now and ever, 
believe me, whether you serve him who has 
on his vesture and thigh written, “King of 
kings,” and whose service is perfect freedom; 
or him on whose vesture and thigh the name 
is written, “ Slave of slaves,” and whose 
service is perfect slavery .—John Ttuskin. 
777 I - TT 3 v ™ ,, ,vcu: . 8WCK 1,10 7 0S The Christian Religion was thus csti- 
io the putty, hor preserving the skins, mated by Patrick Henry in his will:—“I 
dress with two parts powdered arsenic, one have now disposed of all my property to 
i. „ i___ * __ v _.-.it-. ti... M A Ia Ah... * 1.!__ __ r • t 
burnt alum, and one cayenne pepper. 
- ♦♦♦ - 
Whoever has a kindness for me may be 
assured that I have twice as much for him. i 
— Uawthorne , 
my family; there is one thing move T wish 
I could give them ; and that is Christian Re¬ 
ligion. If they had that, and I had not 
given them one shilling, they would he rich, 
and if they had not that, and I had given 
them all the world, they would he poor.” 
