w/ t ^ Tell tliem stories or poetry. They will nl- 
ILUJUl^S pon-jrolio. ways remember these lessons, and mother’s 
t? ^ voice will ring sweetly in I heir earn long af- 
— — — ~ ter she is laid to rest. In government be 
PRAISE OF LITTLE WOMEN. firm i never allow a child to lease, in play 
-- . or in earnest. Teasing is a vice that needs 
" a " lU ,z ,h IhllX ‘ n strong, steady hand to control, and that 
translated by Longfellow. mother has not the strongest affection of her 
-- child who allows her decision to lie thus 
musing; controverted. Depend upon it, our little 
To tell their nnhle qualities is quite beyond refusing; Ones ltllOW the Weak spots of 01 1 r hearts, and 
S0 1 tiiIngamu»in*j^' 0 W ° ,nen ’ ,l " d you ’ U flnd the otir on, y W ts to so live before and with 
They are. I know, as cold as snow, whilst flames them that, they call comprehend that 1VG 
around dimising. j mean and try to do right, and they will fol¬ 
ia a little precious stone what splendor meets the Bi" m out footsteps. 
e f p9! My mind lias wandered a long wav from 
in a little lump of sugar how much of sweetness lies l whore I commenced and mv non 1ms f,,| 
So In a little woman love crows nnd multiplies: mniLUCCU, .mil my pen lias Iol- 
You recollect the proverb says— Awnl unto I hr win. lowed, — but at my work, from dny to day, 
A peppercorn is very small, but seasons every dinner J liaVe / h ^ t ofl,lCSC ' llhl S^ until R seemed 
More than all other condiments, although *tis sprin- VlUSt Write to yOU ()1 1110111. I do llOt know 
tied thinner; if you will consider my words worth notic- 
h( . r _ y mg; but it is so plain to me that women, as 
There’s not a joy in all the world you will not flnd a class, are not in their proper places—that 
within her/ they arc falsely educated, and that they 
And as within the little rose you flnd the richest should he, what some are, true, self-reliant, 
aye “* , . , , and beautiful in home influences,—not vain, 
And in a llUlecrain of gold much prloeand value lies, n , , ,., ’ 
As from a Utile balsam milch odor doth arise, fllVoloilS, flultei lllg lUOths Ulld butterflies. I 
So in a little woman ihere's a taste of Paradise. wonder bow many really need the l ight of 
Even as the little ruby Its secret worth betrays. suffrage. I for one do llOt, although I am pun- 
Color, and price, and virtue, In the clearness of its ished by the law i do not help make. Still I 
, . ray *: 1 . 4 , . „ , am cognizant of some to whom it might 
Just so a little woman ranch excellence displays, , ® 
Beauty, and grace, and love, and udeiity always. be a 1 loon, they being land owners and tax 
payers. 
The skylark und the nightingale, though small and ,,, ... ... 
light of wing, 1'J me it seems that woman, in her best 
Yet warble sweeter in the grove than all the birds place and vocation, requires a different air 
And mile woman, though a very little thing. f 10m • ),,UliCal offlce ? eekers > «» d 8 « rc 'y &0 
Is sweeter far than sugar, and flowers that bloom in breeze some are seeking is not at all fit to 
8prlllg ' • invigorate or refresh llie moral lone of those 
There’s nought cun be compared to her throughout sweet, gentle qualities every Woinatl should 
the wide creation; possess. All women are not alike, but the 
So cheerful, guy und happy, no free from all vexation: * ei, iltHlie clmi.TCtcr is, ill all, only more or 
In line, she’s better In the proof than In anticipation, less developed, ns circumstances and training 
If ns her else increases are woman’s charms de- l,ftVe dictftted * If > as 1 h( ‘ li(iV0 ’ Progress be 
creased, the order of our future life, as well as this, 
Then ieas rC d r lt la g ° 0,i 10 be rr<>, “ 11,0 KrtHt r °‘ wo li:lve il11 of 1,3 a lung piece of work to pull 
NOW, Of two evils choose the less, said a wise man of 0,1 B for ourselves and others too, !us a result 
the East; of wroug doing and bad example, in 
By consequent , c mankind be sure to choose the thc Avay 0 f dressing and training OIU’- 
__ +++ _ selves and our children. But where is 
ANOTHER MOTHER'S LETTER £ a 8cn f e in tr - vh ^ sU T tho flo ? d? 
About Homo Work nod Doties, Training whose pens were eloquent, and voices 
Children, Arc. persuasive, have tried in vain. I love my 
“ — sisters, and still more I love the innocent 
ihAH Rural: A a you deemed a few little ones who sufl'er for their sins;—hut I 
hastily penned lines ot my letter worthy ol am 0!l |y adding another ounce to that waste 
; place m your columns, I will write you basket ol yours, so I will just keep my talk 
once more. We havej received much useful und exarapIe for my few neighbors, who say, 
in urination from the Rural, and J wish to «j | inow you are right, biit ALICE would 
^tribute my mile towards the general f w l so badif I did not put ruffles all over her 
welfare. new dress.” f. b. 
It women generally only knew it, and Spring Creek, Pa., April, 1871. 
would try the plan one season, they would -- 
agree with me that it is not near as hard SAD HISTORY 
work to labor in the garden, with the fresh - 
sweet air and the songs of birds to enjoy and The announcement of the death of Mrs, 
make cheerful their toil, mid even the JiOt sun Cumin, Boulogne-sur-Mcr, Franco, will re 
beating down is less tiresome than baking, call to many the sad circumstances of her 
k i<!> 
or Dottitg Atopic. 
HISTOEY OF ME. SfflG-KIN& 
A STORY FOB YOUNG FOLKS. 
TnE brightest of the lioys and girls never 
would guess who Mr. Oing-kins was; 
whether he was a man, or horse, or dog; or 
not either. Well, Mr. Ging-klna was my 
last cosset lamb. Ilia real name was Ging. 
Everybody in tliis part of the country lias 
beard of him. Not Jing, but, Ging—the g 
hard as in yinghaxn. 
lamb. One had appeared on his door-steps 
—miles and miles away—wearing a collar 
on which were the letters H. L. II. Yes, 
sure enough, that was Ging, and there was 
nothing to be done but to go and bring him 
home. 
Most of that year was spent by Ging-kins 
pretty much as lie pleased. Part of the time 
—having become well acquainted with, the 
cow—be staid in the pasture. The rest lie 
strolled about where lie lilted. The garden 
was a favorite place. Some of thc plants 
which grew there he was quite fond of— 
pinks, for instance—and lie nibbled them 
down to the ground with his sharp teeth. 
He was extravagantly fond of rose-buds; 
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ANOTHER MOTHER'S LETTER 
About Home Work mid Dutton, Training 
Children, Ac. 
Dear Rural:— As you deemed a few 
hastily penned lines of my letter worthy of 
a place in your columns, I will write j’ou 
once more. We have received much useful 
information from the Rural, and I wish to 
^contribute my mile towards the general 
"welfare. 
It women generally only knew it, and 
would try the plan one season, they would 
agree with me that it is not near as hard 
work to labor in the garden, with the fresh 
sweet air and the songs of birds to en joy and 
make cheerful their toil, and even the hot sun 
boiling, washing and ironing in a room that 
will suffocate one in spite of open doors and 
windows, or to sit and sew hour after hour 
as nine out of ten of our country women do, 
till their eyes ache und tins head is too 
heavy for the tired neck to support. Now, 
I know cooking, washing, cleaning, and so 
on, must he done,—bill what I object to is so 
many extra dishes, and so many needless 
ruffles and tucks; also such a neglect of the 
mind, and lack of spiritual growth, as is 
nearly always seen in such cases. 1 believe 
that no person in constant, communion with 
the work of Nature, seeing how God works 
through all things, can but acquire a purer, 
family afflictions. Twenty years ago Mr. 
and Mrs. Cauda kept a fashionable board¬ 
ing school in Lafayette Place, their family 
consisting of one daughter, Charlotte, to 
whom they were devotedly attached. On 
Charlotte’s eighteenth birthday a lady friend 
in the city gave her an elegant party. The 
night was intensely cold, and as her father 
was returning with her to her homo, they 
stopped at the Mew York Hotel to leave a 
lady who shared their carriage. The coach¬ 
man became numb with cold while Mr. 
Cauda was escorting the lady to her room, 
and when lie returned to the street the car¬ 
riage was gone. In a short time Charlotte 
halier taste, and care less for the varieties of "'as found lying dead in the street, having 
fashion. If those who are mothers would been thrown from the carriage while the 
aend more time with their children—shar- horses were running away, 
mg their sports, bearing tlieir reports and Only a day or two before alio bad sketch- 
surnnvs, thus gaining that confidence that etl a beautiful monument, and remarked to 
b-ads a child to tell its mother anything, to Let* father that she would like such a one 
withhold nothing ,—there would lie much when she died. The puronls determined to 
Lss wandering Into “ by and forbidden gratify her request. Tho beautiful momt. 
I'utbs,’’ much less sorrow for the mother’s «>«nt in Greenwood Cemetery, well known 
heart in the years to come. as the “ Canda Monument,” is the result; 
But there are so many who are so much ^1^,000, a private legacy of Charlotte’s was 
mme intent upon adorning their children’s ex P eil(k ' d 0,1 her tomb. The monument 
bodies than upon cultivating the wee tiny was u,ado >'i Europe of the finest marble, 
'mils that Will by and by give a glorious Attd within ft niche cut in the stone stand* a 
beauty to the man’s or woman’s appearance, '‘fc-size figure of Miss Canda. 
11 the weeds am only kept ilown. Never The misfortune preyed on Air. Can da’s 
speak harshly to a child when crying from a m ‘ ml tiil hc waS obliged to give up his 
'"it, and he sure of willful transgression be- school, and, nfter living many years in se- 
mre you reprove or punish. (Mi! cannot c,usion > llC died in this city. Mrs. Cauda 
vich of us remember timos when our child* went 10 Europe in 1887 for her health.— N. 
heM & were bursting with si grief K T '^ unc - 
, m,1Rt fi,ld utterance? Then the little -- -+++ -- 
needs soothing, and its gratitude will CHINESE WOMEN. 
Of wroin -lifli'n Cl odossion and repentance Corpulency is deemed a beauty it 
that cannot tie^L ' i - V* 1 , 11 * 111 , ” ollu;r ’ 8 Io y e But a blemish in women. The womei 
drea ask ^ cL the cliil- usually a peculiarly arched eyebrow,— 
information If! u,!! .'o a8 lliey desIre unmeaning face, and among thc liiglic-i 
for them to v T ls things not proper es, exceedingly small feet, from the 
W’Lcn the nmncrV ’ ' t iem so * and lllilfc pressure, during infancy and childln. 
Willi, 1 o' ’‘me comes their questions small, wooden shoes. This custom orlg 
•»iu oe answered • ««/» „.i_ .> • .. . . i /*«i •_ i t . ^ ® 
Corpulency is deemed a beauty in men, 
but a blemish in women. The women have 
usually a peculiarly arched eyebrow,—a very 
unmeaning face, and among the higher class¬ 
es, exceedingly small feet, from the tight 
pressure, during infancy and childhood, of 
will he 1 ' une Comcs tbeir questions small, wooden shoes. This custom originated 
com swered; and when this time does (as duserihed in Chinese history) several cen- 
, • S ,ve them the knowledge that will luries Back, when a large body of females 
1;iy e the strongest impression from « moth ^‘‘ Rgjiinsf, and endeavored to overthrow, 
ers %. Cultivate tldMol ,rTZT ^Government. To prevent the recurrence 
tiful. Everv eliSi.i i ' ove f ° l the beau* of snob an event, the use of wooden shoes 
other Tr l «i m Souie fonn ° 1 ' was enforced on all female infants, so smalt 
Ho ' , “ Ulcln to uotice birds, plants, as to disable them, without pain, from mak- 
«i-s, stones, water, everything that will in!? an y nse ° r lhcir feet. This custom lias 
"alien and stimulate a loVe for tho Become so familiar from long usage that a 
a '«l bcautma. Rea.1 lo U,™ s 1 ,fr s ',',' aM foM '« ono of the greatest 
’' 1 S to them, attractions a Chinese female can possess. 
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WHAT JV-Ortl’Y hlRDS 
[Answer iu two weeks, 
I have owned a great many cossets; the 
last one Mr. Ging-kins, was called Jerusa¬ 
lem; ft saucy, fighting fellow. He needed 
a good whipping every day of his life, and 
one day he got one. He was always strol¬ 
ling about where ho should not be, frighten¬ 
ing children; and one afternoon he drove a 
lady and little girl, who were quietly walk¬ 
ing down the street, into a piazza of the 
house opposite, and would have knocked 
them over with Ids great, horns; hut just 
then a gentleman riding along in his ear 
riage saw the clanger, jumped out, horse¬ 
whip in hand, and gave! Jerusalem such a 
smart whipping, that lie was glad to run for 
the burn, as fust as Ids feet would carry him. 
As for Ging—tliis is his history. One 
rainy afternoon, we went off four miles to¬ 
ward the mountain, and tiro tight him home 
in a basket, well wrapped up in a piece of 
carpeting. It was a wretchedly cold day, 
and the young woman we bought him of, 
said she bad named him “Earthquake,” he 
shook so. He was a miserable little crea¬ 
ture, long-legged and gaunt, and did not 
look as if he would survive till morning. 
However, we invested a half-dollar in hull, 
took him home, gave him a cup of warm 
milk, tucked him up in blankets, and pul 
him in a dry goods box iu the wash room; 
the next morning he was lively ns a cricket. 
Thenceforth lie prospered. The weather 
grew warm; the April days were bright; 
and Ging Jumped out of his box, to enjoy 
litem. Then, he was everywhere; up stairs 
and down stairs, if lie could get into the 
house; and crying pitifully, as though lie 
was dreadfully abused if lie could not. 
Wo tried tying him to an iron bar set down 
in the ground, but lie tangled his rope and 
nearly got lmug, and kept vis in continual 
terror for fear lie would. Finally we got an 
empty crockery crate, and set it down on the 
grass plot which wo used for a clolhes-yard, 
and put him in it That was a capital place; 
there was plenty of young clover for him to 
eat, and a great apple tree to shade him, and 
as soon as he had eaten or tramped the clover 
down, we moved thc crate. But tho trouble 
was, Ging was not contented. Every time, 
we went iu sight be would call to be let out, 
and if we could not resist, lie would come 
dancing into the house, wild with delight. 
The result was flint ho was not willing to 
stay one moment away from us. If hc could 
be where we were, be would lie down quiet¬ 
ly, chew bis cud, and go to sleep. But of 
course that never would do. His proper 
place was in the pasture with the cow. 
So one morning we started him off. But 
ho would not move an inch. The man who 
drove the cow, walked behind him and 
pushed him forward; and just so long as he 
pushed, Ging moved ; when hc stopped push¬ 
ing, Ging stopped. Then he tried a little 
whisk in stick round Ging’a legs, and finally 
got him into the pasture, and thought when 
he reached home the lamb was safe up there 
for that day; but no, Ging had actually ar¬ 
rived at the house first, looking as innocent 
and delighted as possible. Ilis face seemed 
to say “ Here I am." 
This never would do, and we sent him 
away three miles from borne, and considered 
him disposed of for the season. But next 
morning came a man to know if we lost a 
ARK IIST r riTIS FLOCK P 
in Puzzler Department.] 
those be devoured, so that there was not a 
trace oi one left. I bad a monthly rose 
growing in a pot, which I removed into a 
back-room; but Ging discovered it, and was 
on the point of making a meal of it, when he 
was detected, and driven off. But lie kept 
it iu mind, and made an end of it pretty 
much, under rather funny circumstances. 
We heard a mysterious voice not long after, 
somewhere; nobody could tell where. Af¬ 
ter opening various doors, we looked into the 
sitting-room. The house plants had all been 
carried in there for the winter, and placed 
on the flower stand. There stood Mr. 
Ging-kins dispatching tho unfortunate rose¬ 
bush. The doors bail been left ajar, and lie 
had taken advantage of the fact., aud meant 
to make sure of the rose-buds in spite of us, 
That was his special delight—to get into 
the house if hc could ; and we had so many 
outside doors that lie stood ft good chance, 
if he kept on the watch, ns he did. There 
was the front door, end door, the well door, 
the garden door, the great wood house door, 
nod tho little wood house door. It was next 
to impossible to keep all of them shut all of 
the time; and Ging was always on the alert. 
It one was unlatched even, lie understood il, 
and pushed in; if it all were shut fast, ho 
would stand on the door-step and knock, 
either with his head or one of his 1'ore feet.. 
Many a time we have heard a rap at the 
front door, and on going, found him there. 
Another thing he would do—follow us. 
Sunday morning,when we started for church, 
lie was very likely to he behind its. Some¬ 
times we have gone away down street with¬ 
out finding it out; till seeing that all the 
people were staring at us, we have looked 
Back and there was Mr. Ging-kins, trotting 
<m our heels like a little dog. 
On the day of President Lincoln’s election, 
the street was full of men going to the Town 
House to vote. The rain poured down in 
torrents. We looked out of the window, 
and who should be hurrying along in the 
crowd but Ging? One of the children run 
to the door and called, “ Ging! Ging 1” the 
t ain made such a noise he could not hear, 
hut went trudging on with the multitude. 
However, he was soon put out, and came 
rushing Ignobly home. 
The second summer lie was so trouble¬ 
some that we sent him away four miles to 
Mr. Haddatn’s farm to he pastured. So 
every year after, lie was kept there through 
the summer; and every year Mr. Haddams 
sheared eight pounds of tine wool from him. 
Mr. Haddams would say, “Will you sell 
me that little sheep? 1 can’t remember his 
name.” 
“Ging.” 
“ Gh, yes! Zing. Well, will you sell him ?” 
“ Ging is his name.” 
“ Well, will you sell .Ting?” 
“Ging! Ging! Mr. Haddams.” 
“ Yes, yes! Well, will you sell Wing?” 
And finally I was obliged to sell him, for 
he was always in tho house, or under the 
cow’s feet, or tossed under the oxen’s horns, 
or whore lie was in mischief or danger. Bo 
for twelve greenbacks poor Mr. Ging-kins 
was sold; and the last I saw of him, lie was 
riding off in a wagon, looking like a martyr. 
And that was the last of the cossets.—C7im£- 
ian Union. 
“WHILE THE DAY LASTS." 
BY RAY HULBURT. 
“ Work while the day lasts.” 
“ But how can I work, Mr. Arthur?” 
“ That is not for me to decide, neither 
would it be right, for me to attempt it.” 
“ I do not know why you tell me to work, 
hut yet refuse to tell how or what I am 
to do." 
“I think, Miss Ethel, that God has 
created you, placed you in your present 
sphere, with home and friends and no par¬ 
ticular cares upon your mind ; now do you 
think He intends you shall sit idle in this 
great world he has given us to occupy.” 
“ I do not think I am idle ; it lias been but 
a short time since 1 left my school studies, 
and now I think. I am a help and comfort to 
mother.” 
“ Allowing all that, yet was it not Ethel 
that was saying, as I came in, ‘ I am tired of 
living this way and want something to do ?’ ” 
“ Yes, sir; but I do not always feel so, for 
the most of our time is filled.” 
" Hut how filled ? ‘ Life is real; life ear¬ 
nest;’ and O, my friend will you not, let me 
entreat you now to * work while the day lasts.’ 
If you refuse, how can you render tip your 
account to Him wlip gave you life? You 
remember Christ said to Mary, • She bath 
done wllftt she could.’ Can you feel, if you 
continue your present manner of living, that 
it will he said of you ?” 
“ No sir, I do not; but what can I do?” 
“ Have you no desire drawing you towards 
any particular work?” 
“ l have, but liavc thought it useless for 
me to make the effort.” 
“ And what is it ?" 
“ That of a writer.” 
“ A person ol great intelligence, good edu¬ 
cation and a desire to write, but saying, ‘ No, 
Lord, give me something easier to do.’ A 
writer ot deep and important truths, with a 
religious bearing is a place worth struggling 
for ; but what would you desire to lie ?” 
“ Such as you mention ; I have no wish to 
write anything light or trifling; but 1 have 
thought while there were so many greater 
writers than I could expect to be, that it 
was not worth my attempting it.” 
“ Then, Ethel, because your Greater lias 
given .you but one talent, instead often, you 
will bury tliis, and return it to Him ng it 
was givon you.” 
“ A on make the subject seem very serious, 
Mr. Arthur.” 
“ Is i* not serious ? We have but one life 
to (111; will it not be pleasanter to do our 
wholo duly ?” 
“ It will, and I thank you for your coun¬ 
sel ; witli hetj) I will begin to-day to do His 
will.” 
“ Then may you hear, at the close of life, 
* Well done, thou good and faithful ser¬ 
vant.’ ” 
-- 
APPLYING THE RULE 
A little five-year-old body was being in¬ 
structed in morals by his grandmother. Tlio 
old lady told him that all such terms as “ by 
golly,” " by jingo,” “ by thunder,” etc., were 
only minced oaths, and but little better than 
any other profanity. In fact, slio said he 
could tell a profane oath by the prefix “ by.” 
All such were oaths. “Well, then, grand¬ 
mother,” said the little hopeful, “there’s a 
big oath in the newspaper— 1 By telegraph.’ ” 
The old lady gave it up, and the hoy is be¬ 
wildered on morality. 
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RURAL FOUR-YEAR-OLDS. 
Motukus of Smart Children are (nvtt.Kt to contri¬ 
bute to thU Dopurtinnnt.J 
Kits Uniterm* Unavailing.— Our-Euas, of four 
years, was spending a few weeks with tier cousin 
Moses (i. who lived ut the sen-side. She had 
always lived in tho city and Iho farm In ilie 
country possessed arent charms lor her. She 
was walking on l lie bcneli ono day with tier lit tle 
cousin when they found a heuutlful round, white 
stone, which Moses decided to put In Mrs. Bid¬ 
dies nest for a nest egg. Ellie evidently thought 
It to be n pattern for biddy to lay by. The next 
day she watched thd nest with untiring interest. 
At hut she canto In, egg in hand, with almost 
doleful cuuntonunce, saying, “ Moses, It did no 
use; she laid tho egg to-day (ho same shape she 
did yesterday 1” 
V Patriotic Fonr-Yonr-Old.-Parson THOMAS 
of Dayton, O., a D.D. of good repute aud line 
quality, has a sou of sprightly parts and pro¬ 
gressive Ideas. This son hud been visiting at 
tlie house of a female relation, where ho took 
some primary lessons In Iho history of tho 
American Revolution, and tiow the Americans 
whipped the Britishers. The lad returned homo 
full or liis now subject, and at tho tea table said 
to his father:—“ Pn, bo you a British?” “Yes. 
tuy son. 1 was born in England.'' “ Well, ice 
whipped you 1" retorted tho patriotic Young 
American. 
Dolly (lone to the Itrolnw.— Jin>Y W., four 
years olrl, Imd a largo and OXptfnstvo doll. Miss 
Dolly hail a very elaborate wardrobe and a tine 
carriage to tide In. Judy had a parry ouo flue 
snmmerday in the front yard ami Doily came iu 
state, but, unfortunately, during tho hilarity of 
tho young folks Miss Dolly catnn to her end. 
Her head was Morally crushed. Poor Judy was 
Inconsolable. A I ter a long season of tuuurniiig 
she looked up much comforted exclaiming, “ I 
shall think of her no more as dead; she has yunc 
to Vw rrui/iix." 
Not n WiMliuifUr.—Kt»mBC,,n four-yenr-old, in 
tin- slate of wooden nutmegs, und a ltttlo friend 
Jenny were “playing meetJuV Miss Jenny’s 
enthusiasm Increased runldly as she took part in 
the meetln', her voice Keeping time with tier 
feelings. Eddie listened with all patience (111 lie 
could bear It no longer and Interrupted thc ex¬ 
ercises with a “ Shut up I ain't a Methodist." 
