n <zi 
pay for his welcome here, stud he. ah 
we ll_you must have your will, good lolls. 
The histone I told you was ol the old times, 
when the pagan armies ravaged our moun¬ 
tains; it was ft tale for the meu. To-day i 
will speak (without offense to you) to the 
women and the little ones— each must have 
o ” naid he “ Ah I mother, who followed her advice, succeeded 
at length, not only in re-establishing the 
affairs of the farm, but earned a dowry, 
with which she was happily married, and 
which assisted her in bringing up C'ght 
children in comfort and honesty. Ever 
since, it has been a tradition among us, that 
she has transmitted the workers of the 
m 
“ Can’t to-day, Lizzie, I have business mu not in the same degree. Volumes might be 
of town, hut I’ll be home early to tea. Have written filled with beautiful illustrations 
something traUtaatial, M I don't expect to IU effect, n,»n boil, fh. "umo of k, - 
8 
women am. me uu.c —— - i |(e , lftg lran smitted the workem ol me 
his turn. We were occupied t Mother Vert d’Eau to all the women of 
CAESAR, we will pass now to the * «> “* j ^ ftml whenever they stir them- 
V Emy E hm”laughed; they seated them- ^vesalitth 
selves quickly. William relighted his mpe ^ ^ 
and PRUDENCE began. nmsneritv ai 
-to. stoi 'iv" y t"c 
up nursery tale; you can lead it m me 
calendars, with trite histories—tor toe adven* len llllS " 
tore happened in J»mr OreudtnntUer CnAit- 
lotte, ... William knew,and whan 
„ woman of marvel,™ conragc. Ike l'»>«»”8 
Grandmother Ceaiilottp. had been young ^cnUy refll 
also, in her time, which was ban to believe y 
when one aatv her gray locks and her crooked Wjer. 1, 
pose, always in convereatnm with her elm, • 
hut those Of her own age mi,I that no prt ««“™ 
had been better looking or ol a gayer bttinm. > ■ ■ J 
Unfortunately she was left alone, with her »««-"» 
father at the head of a large farm, mme umce, the 
abundant in debts limn in revenues-so much fiax disappc 
so that, as work succeeded to work, the pom 
trill who was not well fitted to endure so THl 
many cares, often became despondent and m 
did nothing in seeking means, the better to " 
accomplish all. So, one day ns she sat be- ' 
fore the door, both hands under her apron, «■*“*« “0“ 
like a woman with chillblams, she began say- ’ 
ing to herself:-’Gon forgive me, hut the ^ ^ 
task I have to do is too mueli for a human } ‘ C q 1 ‘ . 1 XV 
dine. Good-by,” and the smiling look, 
warm kiss and lively whistle were a marked 
contrast to his careless, lounging gait of the 
previous evening. 
“ X mu in the right path,” said Lizzie, in 
a whisper. “ 0, what a fool I have been 
for the last two years. A ‘ fretful dowdy.’ 
William, yon shall never say that again.” 
Lizzie loved her husband with u real wife¬ 
ly devotion, and her lips quivered as she 
thought of her husband's confidence to his 
friend Moore, hut, like a brave little woman, 
she stifled back the bitter feelings and strip¬ 
ped off to perfect her plans. The grand 
could not get through all tltc work or me 
home. Ah, the good fairy Vert D’Eau! *o 
W hy is she no longer in the world, and why hon. 
was she not invited to my baptism? If she yet 
could hear me and would help me, perhaps Gh, 
we- should be relieved—I of my work, and mar 
* lllC 
my father of his uneasiness. 
•‘Be satisfied, then! behold me!” inter- neg 
rupted a voice—and CnAULOTTR perceived ‘retl 
before her the mother, Vert D’Eau, looking 1 ic 
at her, leaning on her chestnut stick. I or -• 
the first instant, the young girl was fright- * 10 
ened, for the costume of the fairy was very ure, 
peculiar; she was clothed entirely in a frog *ho 
skin, the head serving her for a cap, and she C Y 
was herself so ugly that with ft million Ibr Sj ul 
dowry she could not have found a husband. c ' |fi 
Quickly recovering herself, however, Char- dist 
lotte asked her, with a litt-le tremulous but ,lL '* 
very polite voice, what she could do lor her 
service? ‘I have come, to put myself at 
yours,’ replied the old woman. ’I have 
heard your complaint and have brought yon me 
help.’ ‘ Ah! do you speak in earnest, good at t 
mother; cried Charlotte, who became fa- 
miliar at once. ‘ Do you come to give me a bet 
piece of your wand which w ill make all my 
work easy ?’ ‘ Better than that,’ replied the 
Fairy; 1 1 bring yon ten little workers, who 1111 
will accomplish all you choose to order them.’ y°' 
‘Where ave they? cried the young girl. 
* You shall see them.’ ^is 
“ The old woman opened her mantle and soi 
let out ten miins of unequal sizes, The two Li 
first wereshort, but large and strong. ‘These,’ inj 
said she, ‘are the most vigorous; they will sir 
help you in all your work, and will make up he 
in strength what they lack in skill. Those lie 
you see following them are larger and more an 
adroit; they know how to milk, to draw the ol 
flax from the distaff, and to do all the work lit 
of the house. Their brothers, whose bight iy 
you may remark, arc skillful, above all, in 
managing the needle, ns you may see by the 81 
little brass thimbles which I have put upon 
their heads. There are two others, less e\ 
knowing, having rings for girdles, and who, at 
beiug unable to help the general labor much, oi 
must be valued for their good will. All ten a> 
appear trifling to you, I perceive, but you hi 
shall see them at work, and then you can 
judge of them.' 
“ At these words the old woman made a b: 
sign, and the ten naina sprang forward. 11 
Charlotte saw them accomplish sticces- S! 
sively the coarsest and the most delicate c ' 
work, apply themselves to ull, suffice for all, v 
and prepare all As finished, she uttered a 11 
cry of joy, and extending her arms towards 
the fairy, exclaimed, ‘Ah, mother, lend c 
me these ten hard workers, and I will 11 
ask nothing more of heaven.’ ‘ I will 1 
do better,’ replied the l'airy; ‘I will (live 11 
them to you, only as you would not he 
able to carry them everywhere with you, c 
without being accused of sorcery, I will or- ' 
der them all to make themselves little and j 
hide in your ten fingers,’ "When this was I ' 
done, * You know now what a treasure you c 
possess,’ continued Mother Vert D’Eau ; * 
everything depends on the use you will * 
make of it. If you do not know how to 
selves a little, the little workers begin to go William, yon sum. never say u - 
and profit us greatly. So, wo are nccus- Lizzie loved her husband with a real hi ,- 
tnmed to say, among ourselves, that all the ly devotion, and her lips quivered as she 
mosnerity and happiness and good living of thought ot her husband s confidence to his 
; UouiioM are in the movements of these Mend Moore, but, like a brave little woman, 
t" flXra io the housekeeping affaira." she stifle,I back the bluer eel.ngii .ml . rip- 
In ornnotmeing tbese last word., the Ixm pad off to perfect Her plans. 1 be grand M( , Here 
*— ‘""'"‘t.i'T'ber Sen flora X'filluircto support themselves by rais- 
tS: All the family - He slum'. And»ny parlo r,,^ I 1 
sflently refleeted on the History of toe stoiyu toon 1,1s own,^e wWl ,, ~ J She bad to make a loag, 
I^ag'^^ilsJ^totoemselves, 
rtexzwrs 
StflESfXX and toe morning meal had done. proflls of her small sales, so.he tnalged on 
“disai ^edftsan the distaff 
mtTT> WAV <pa vvvv RTM side the t * lb!c * liu £ erin S aiuJ chatting, till 
THE WAY TO KEEP HIM, | L izzie ft | Sl) avt)KL .. She led him to the light, 
“Out again to-night?” said Mrs. Hays, warm parlors,in their pretty glow and taste- 
fretfullv as her husband rose from the tea ful arrangement, and drew him down beside 
table and donned his great coat. her on the sofa. lie felt as if lie was conrt- 
“ Yes X have an engagement with Moore, ing over again, ns he watched her nngers, 
I shall be in early. Have a light for me in busy with some fancy needle work, and lis- 
i the library. Good night.” And with a care- toned to the cheerful voice lie loved so well 
less nod Win. Hays left the room. only two years before. 
“Always the way,” murmured Lizzie Hays, “ What are you making Lizzie ?” 
' sh,,un” hack upon the sofa. ‘Out every “A pair of slippers. Don’ you remom- 
'uH.t-I don’t believe he cares one bit about ber how much you admired the pan 1 
me now and we’ve only been married about worked for you, oh ever so long ago . 
two*' years. No man L a more orderly “ I remember— black velvet, with flowers 
house and l am not a bit extravagant, and on them. I used to put my feet on l e fen- 
yet 1 don’t believe be loves me anymore, der, and dream of blue eyes and bligbt cm , 
Oh Jen,. w hy is it ? I wasn’t rich ? he didn’t and time would move faster to the day when 
marry me for money, and he must have loved I could bring my bourne wee wile home, to 
me then • why does lie treat me with so much make music m my on n house. 
Ltetr ,nfl will, be rain,\filled witbaucl. Ltaie’. face aad.lccd fa,-a raoraei.Us.be 
fretful queries, Lizzie Hays fell asleep on thought ol the past l wo years, ami hon little 
, ,. music she hud made for his loving heait, 
"Leune paint ber picture a. .be lay there. gred"fy weaning it from it. allegiance, 
She was a blonde, with a small, graceful fig- then she said : 
ure, and a pretty face. The hair, which “ I wonder if you like music as well as 
showed by its rich waves its natural lenden- you did then 
cv to cud was brushed smoothly back and “ Of course I do. 1 often go in at Miss 
.. vif.ii knot. jit. the back: her Smith’s tor nothing else than to lieai the 
its effects upon both. The music ot kind¬ 
ness lias not only the power to charm, but 
to transform both the savage heart of man 
and beast; and on this harp the smallest 
fingers in the world may play Heaven’s 
sweetest tunes on earth. 
Some time ago we read of an incident that 
will serve as an illustration of this beautiful 
law. It -was substantially to tliis effectA 
poor, coarsc-fealured old woman lived on 
the line of the Baltimore and Ohio Railway, 
where it passes through a wild, unpeopled 
district of Western Virginia. She was a 
widow, with only one daughter, filing with 
her in a log hut, near a deep, precipitous 
hv a railway bridge. Here 
warm parlors, in their pretty glow and taste¬ 
ful arrangement, and drew him down beside 
her on the sofa. He felt as if he was court¬ 
ing over again, us he w atched her fingers, 
two years. No man has a more orderly “ 1 11 
house, and 1 nm not a bit extravagant, and oil liter 
yet 1 don’t believe be loves me anymore, der, am 
Oh, dear, why is it ? I wasn’t rich • he didn’t and tin 
many me for money, and lie must have loved I could 
me then ; why does lie treat me with so much make i 
neglect V" and with her mind filled with such Lizzi 
fretful queries, Lizzie Hays fell asleep on though 
the sofa. 
Let me paint her picture as she lay there, gruduu 
She was a blonde, with a small, graceful fig- then si 
ure, and a pretty face. The hair, which “ I y 
showed by its rich waves its natural tendon- you dn 
cy to curl, was brushed smoothly buck and “ Gt 
gathered into a rich knot at the hack; her Smith 
cheeks were pale, and the whole face wore a music, 
discontented express!oil. Her dress was a “ I 1 
neat chintz wrapper, but she wore neither Smith, 
collar nor sleeves. “ What’s the use of dress- “ Bn 
ing up, just for William ?” t,c ® w 
Lizzie slept soundly for two hours, and “ I 
then woke suddenly. She sat up, glanced Now < 
at the clock, and sighed drearily at the pros- sound 
peel, of the long interval to be spent alone Wil 
before bed time. sewin' 
The library was just over the room in had a 
whigh she sat, and down the furnace flue, music 
through the registers, a voice came to the outlie 
young wife's ears; it was her husband’s. “ Bi 
“ Well, Moore, what’s a man to do ? I was 
disappointed, and I must have pleasure m'he 
somewhere. Who would have fancied that 
Lizzie Jarvis, so pretty, sprightly, and lov < ’ 1 ' 0 
ing, could have changed to the fretful dowdy 
she is now ? Who wants to stay at home to l“ : 
hear his wife whining all the evening about ‘ 
her troublesome servants, and her headache, K 
and all sorls of bothers? She’s got the knack 1 ou k 
of that drawling whine so had that,’pon my 1<n ‘ f 
he would often give her a ride to and fro 
without charge. Tlu» enginemeu were also Shall we e'er 
good to the old woman, and felt they were Ofotirhun 
not wronging the interests of the railway 
company by giving her these tree rules. when our hi 
And soon an accident occurred that proved And curie 
that they were quite right, in this view of the tllt9reB t 
matter when wc ‘' 
In the wild month of March the rain de- An.nus HjA 
scon dcd, and the mountains sent down their o; lwi n be 
rolling, roaring torrents of melted snow and 
ice into this gorge near the old woman s hut. •• A*the»t 
The flood rose with the darkness of night, - 
until she heard the crash of the railway GEIi 
bridge as it was swept front its abutments 
and dashed its broken timbers against the God bands j 
craggy sides of tin- precipice on either side, others.— Alger 
Jsabtmtb limbing. 
SWEET MEMORIES. 
BY AXN'A E. STACEY. 
Fkom the sunny years of childhood, 
From the winsome days of youth, 
There cometh a gentle Zephyr 
Freighted with holy Truth. 
I feel Us loving kisses, 
As it fan* my fevered brow— 
And the ’rout of its breath grows sweeter, 
As it hastens to leave me now. 
O there’s Joy In this Angel presence, 
This repainting i.f picture* old— 
This bringing again before me 
The wealth of love untodl. 
The lovo of iuy blue-eyed mother. 
The light of nty sweet, sweet home— 
And nty heart grows warmer und warmer, 
As o'er tlie Klyshun 1 roam. 
(I, leave me not yet, dear Zephyr, 
To the present so dark and drear. 
To the walls so barren and lonely— 
Without one picture to cheer. 
But up, from this bright Phantasma, 
Of the winsome days of youth, 
o, waft me, gentle Presence. 
To the home of Eternal Truth. 
Ithaca, N.Y., 1871. 
---— 
SHALL WE FORGET? 
While we wave the palm of glory 
Through the long eternal years. 
Shall we e'er forget the story 
Of our human griefs and fears? 
Shall we e’er forget the sadness, 
Or the cloud* that hung so uta. 
When our hearts are filled w ith gladness. 
And our tears ure dried by lltm! 
O! this rest will be the dearer 
When we think on weary ways, 
And his light will be the clearer 
As we muse uii cdoudy days; 
01 twill be a glorious morrow 
To a dark and stormy day; 
We shall recollect our sorrow 
•• As the streams that puss away.” 
GEMS OF THOUGHT. 
God hands gifts to some, whispers them to 
“ I can play and sing better than Miss 
Smith,” said Lizzie, half pouting. 
“ But yon always Buy you are out of prac¬ 
tice when 1 ask you.” 
“ I had the piano tuned this morning. 
Nmv open it and we will see how ft will 
sound.” 
It. was nearly midnight. The ruin-fell in a 
flood, and the darkness was deep ami howl¬ 
ing with the storm. In another half hour 
the express train would be due. What 
could she do to warn it against the awful 
destruction it was approaching ? 8hc had 
hardly a whole tallow candle in her house ; 
and no light she could make of tallow or oil, 
if she had it, would live a moment, in that 
tempest of wind and rain. Not a moment 
was to be lost; and her thought was equal 
to the moment. She cut lhe cord of her 
only bedstead, and shouldered the dry posts, 
side pieces and head piece. Her daughter 
followed her with their two wooden chairs. 
Up the steep embankment they climbed, 
and piled nil 1 lie household furniture upon 
' William obeyed joyfully, and tossing her the line a few rods before the black, awful 
sewino- aside Lizzie took tlie stool. Site obasm, gurgling with the mating Hood, 
had a sweet voice-not powerful, hut most distant rumbling of the tram came upon 
musical-find she was a very fair performer them just ns they had fired lhe wcl! dn d 
life 1 don’t believe she can speak pleasaut- 
Lizzie sat ns if stunned. Was this true? j 
She looked into the glass. If not dowdy, 
her costume was certainly not fit for an 
evening at home, with none but William to 
admire. She arose and went softly to her 
own room, with bitter, sorrowful thoughts, 
and a firm resolution to win back her hus¬ 
band’s heart—and then, his love regained, 
to keep it. 
The next morning William came into the 
breakfast room with his usual careless man¬ 
ner, hut a bright smile came to his lips as he 
saw Lizzie. A pretty chintz, with a pretty 
collar and a sleeve of snowy muslin, and a 
wreath of soft, full curls, had really meta¬ 
morphosed her, while the blush her hus¬ 
band’s admiring glance called up to her 
cheek did not detract from her beauty. At 
first William thought there must be a guest, 
but glancing round, he found they were 
alone. 
“ Come, William, your coffee will he stone 
cold,” said Lizzie, in a cheery and pleasant 
voice. 
“It must be cool till you sweeten my 
breakfast with a kiss,” said her hnshnnd, 
' crossing the room to her side—and Lizzie’s 
heart bounded as she recognized the old 
lover’s tones and manners. 
Not one fretful speech, not one complaint 
fell upon William's ear during the meal. 
outlie piano. 
“Ballads, Lizzie?” 
“ Oh, ves, 1 know you dislike opera music 
in the parlor.” 
One song after another, with a nocturne 
or lovely instrumental piece occasionally 
between them, filled up another hour quite 
pleasantly. 
Tlie little mantel clock struck eleven. 
“Eleven! I thought il was about nine. 
I ought to apologize, Lizzie, as 1 used to do, 
for staying so long; and 1 can truly say, as 
I did then, Hint the time has passed so 
pleasantly I can scarcely believe it is so late. ’ 
The piano was closed, Lizzie’s work put 
iu the basket, and William was ready to go 
up stairs, but glancing back be saw his 
little wife near tlie fire place, her hands 
clasped, her head bent, nml large tears tail¬ 
ing from her eyes, lie was beside her iu a 
moment. 
them just as they had fired the well dried 
combustibles. Tlie pile blazed up into the 
night, Mirowing Us red, swaling, booming 
light a long way up the track. Iu fifteen 
minutes it would begin to wane, and she 
could not, revive il with green, wet wood. 
The thunder of the train grew louder. It 
was within five miles of the fire. Would 
they see it in time ? They might not put on 
tlie brakes soon enough. Awful thought! 
She tore her red flannel gown from her in a 
moment, and, tying it to the end of a stick, 
rnn up to tlie track, waving if in both hands, 
while her daughter swung round her head a 
blazing chair post a little before. 
The lives of a hundred unconscious pas¬ 
sengers hung on the issue of the next min¬ 
ute! The ground trembled at the old wo¬ 
man’s feet. The great, red eyo of the en- 
.rLii. timsi unon her us it came round a 
The chariot of God’s providence runneth 
not upon broken wheels.— Rutherford. 
The less a man thinks or knows about his 
virtues, the better we like him.— Shnerson. 
A covetous man is an enemy to the poor; 
and is cursed both iu this and the coming 
world. 
Many a man dreads throwing away his life 
at once, who shrinks not from throwing it 
away piecemeal.— Howe. 
Any one may do a casual act of good na¬ 
ture; but a continuation of them shows it a 
part of the temperament. 
They are translating Hie Presbyterian 
Confession of Faith and Shorter Catechism 
into the Siamese language. 
] would give nothing for that man’s re¬ 
ligion whoso very dog and cat are not the 
better for it —Rowland Bill 
It is of no advantage to have a lively time 
if we arc not just. The perfection of the 
pendulum is not to go fast, but to he regular. 
Be not penny wise. Riches have wings, 
and sometimes they fly away of themselves, 
sometimes they must he set flying to bring 
in more. 
Happy the man to whom heaven has giv¬ 
en a morsel of bread without laying him un¬ 
der the obligation of thanking any other for 
it than heaven Itself. 
An avaricious man runs straight into pov¬ 
erty. lie leads a life of poverty here below; 
but he must give the account of a rich man 
in lhe day of judgment. 
Youthful minds, like the pliant wax, are 
susceptible of the most lasting impressions; 
and the good or evil bias they then receive 
is seldom if ever eradicated. 
1 The avaricious man is like the barren, 
govern you, Into, servants, or , you leave « aolacB S am .- ms „f 
them to fatten mallenese.yoa trd not tier,ve rbe'*»* “ ; dmtte.1 gaylv it. 
anv advantaee from it; but give them proper llom i IU J J - 
directions and for fear they should go to on every pleasant subject she could think of cn 
steeS never tot your fingers be still, and the -"’arming by Ins grauhed .merest and cor- » 
tvork which appals you will find itself done, “ ^ U( 
as tho’by enchantment.’ 1 u { 
“ The Fairy said truly, and your grand- as ' ie weul out ' 
. , . * ' r tinon fier as it came round a is seldom u ever eiiwiuiiw. 
clasped, her hear u-ul am aige eais a - k Likc , as ft huge, sharp-sighted lion TllE avaricious man is like the barren, 
mg from her eyes, lie w besid . com5n<r Bmldenly uptm a fire, it sent forth a sam | v ground of the desert, which sucks m 
moment. drilling r oar, that tilled all the wild bights all th e ra in and dews with great greediness, 
“Lizzie, darling, are you ill. Mhatisthe ur ^ ^ Rt m ))Qt yield6 n0 fruUfu i herbs or plants lor the 
m «0h William I have been such a bad speed; but hrakemen wrestled at their lev- benefit of others. 
wile I heard you tell Mr. Moore last even- erage with all the strength of desperation DowN below all the crust of human con¬ 
ing how 1 had disappointed you; but I will The wheels ground along on the heated ceptions> or Uumau ideas, Christ sank an 
try to make your home pleasant, indeed 1 rails slower und slower, until "*o engine arlesiau we n into a source of happiness so 
will if you only forgive and love me.” stopped at lhe decaying fire. It still blazed pure and blessed that even yet the world 
“ Love you f Oh, Lizzie, you cannot guess enough to show them the beet ing e ° does not believe it. 
how dearly 1 love you.” the black abyss into which the train and all ^ . g mft3e up> uot of great sacrifices or 
As the little wife lay down that night, she its passengers would have plunged, am into but of liulu things, in which smiles 
thought “I have won him back again! a death and destruction too lonn e < ^ ujjd kindness, and small obligations, givei 
Better still than that, I have learned the way of, had it not been lor tho oh . •w mu.m s big- lmbitl|al |y ( are pal win and preserve > 
lo keep him ” T^Y did not stop to thank hei fits ^ gecure comfort . 
____ for the deliverance, lhe conductor knelt aUe nd the Gospel to secure 
ram. taw or KINDNESS *>"“ »y "•« sWe " f "•« ™* taC ’ .r**"' oel.ee repatalion, baeiaets or frtentl- 
THE LAW 01 KlNDJlbab. drim alM , tU o bnten.eu came ami knoll ‘ ” s ,p'. |s * Imdin g m fllviao tilings. 
The most effective working force in the down by him; till the passengers came am ls lbe i l0pe of the hypocrite, 
world in which we live is the law of kind- knelt down by them; and there in i he bas gained, when God taken 
ness—for it is toe only moral force that ope- expiring light of the bar,nag «ujpilera be * * Ub ^., 
rates with toe same effect upon mankind, rain aud lliewiml.tliey thanked Go. , of their condition by 
beastklnil and birdkind. From time imme- salvation of their liv«. A l m a Ime he J^^jVod which are hid from us 
modal, music has wonderfully affected all kneelers am prayers sent up into- tl e^darlc ^ H . g Wor(J> whicll are near us and 
beings, reasoning and unreasoning, that have heavens such a midnight \oice of thank, it J man , wandering m a 
ears to hear. The prettiest idea and simile ing as seldom, if ever, ascended from the w ha J“' dark uighl , when the heaven 
of ancient literature relate to Orpheus play- earth to Him who seelh in darkness as well ^ c1ovuUh1 above, should yet resolve to 
ing his lyre to animals listening in inloxi- as in secret. hia COU1S0 by the stars which he can 
cated silence to its strains. Well, kindness Kindness is the music of good wi 1 t ^ gee but only gaes9 at, and neglect the 
is the spontaneous music of good will to men men; and on this harp the smallest e ■ - com whicll is at hand, and would afford 
and beasts; and both listen to it with their may play Heavens sweetest tu • ^ a mucb better and more certain dn ce¬ 
ils passengers would have plunged, ami into 
a death and destruction too horrible to think 
of, had it not been for tho old woman’s sig¬ 
nal. They did not stop to thank her first 
for the deliverance. The conductor knelt 
down by the side of the engine, the engine 
driver and tho brakesmen came and knell 
down by him; all llio passengers came and 
knelt down by them; and there, in the 
expiring light of the burning out pile, in the 
rain and the wind, they thanked God for the 
salvation of their lives. AH in ft line tlie 
kneelers and prayers sent up into the dark 
Not one fretful speech, not one complaint beings, reasoning and unreasoning, that have heavens s c^amidm J ty () n the 
fell upon William’s ear during the meat, ears to hear. The prettiest idea and simile mg as seldom , twe ascu ded Horn tnc 
The newspaper, his usual solace during that of ancient literature relate to Orpheus play- earth to Him who seelh in darkness as w ell 
hour lay untouched as Lizzie chatted giiyly ing his lyre to animalsl.stem.igiamtoxi- asm seciet. 
on every pleasant subject she could think of cated silence to its strains Well kindness | Kmdness w the^ music of 
-wraratog by bis gratifiefl intent attc, cor- is toeaponuracrats rausicofgoo wi torara, , Z rat"^tb. 
and beasts; and both listen to it with their may play Heaven’s sweetes t tunes on 
hearts instead of their ears; and the hearts -+++ ,T 1(I . nri ,„ 
of both are affected by it in the same way, if Competency is the reward ot u ugality. 
