faints’ |Jort-J|ott<x. 
THE WORLD OF LOVE AT HOME. 
BY E. P. M. 
WHY should we look abroud for joy? 
Earth's sweetest plare Is. home: 
Ami loving lienrts find least alloy 
In the world of love at home. 
The home that COD gave man on earth, 
At first was Eden's bowers; 
But sin drove Joy from that fair throne. 
And brought dark, gloomy hours. 
And though sin's impress clouds the joy 
Of every earthly home, 
our Saviour’s love hath conquered sin. 
Anil for it doth utoue. 
Sacred and strong the tie that binds 
Hearts with CHRIST’S yoke of love ; 
In sickness, e'en, ive comfort find— 
In Sorrow, hearts but prove. 
If clouds arise and skies grow dark, 
Who’d brave the storm alone? 
'Tin then we shelter seek, and find 
Earth's sweetest place is homo. 
Though “ Paradise ” to us Is lost, 
We still have love's dear throne: 
And much of happiness may Und 
In the world of lore at home. 
LIFE AND LABOR. 
BY A PARMER’S DAUGHTER. 
Tint A nr ok Life seems to he a problem 
that humanity has ever been trying to solve. 
Though the curse, " In the sweat of thy 
face shalt thou eat bread,” was pronounced 
upon onr first pare)iIs and I licit* degenerate 
posterity, yet in Ibis was mercy vouchsafed 
to us Though labor may he like the prob¬ 
ing iron that opens a festering wound, and 
rends with acute pain for a little time, still, 
it is the only hope of life. We cannot lie 
idle upon the oars of onr life-boat without 
knowing that very soon we shall drift out 
into the ocean of eternity, to be tossed for¬ 
ever upon the bottomless abyss, whose hor¬ 
rors are feebly painted in the rerelator’s 
prophetic vision. 
These thoughts were forcibly called to 
mind by reading in the RuralNew-Yorker 
a letter from “A Farmer’s Wife.” She 
bemoaned the hardships of ft farmer’s home, 
with its exhausting labor and vulgar asso¬ 
ciations, that have not even a tinge of 
poetry. She longed for a residence in town, 
where hunger, dirt, and the toil for bread 
would he things unknown. Mayhap her 
There can he no such scenes as I have pic¬ 
tured without the self-denying, earnest work 
of a mother’s love. She. must have the 
bravery and patience that characterized the 
mother of the Wesleys. She thought,taught, 
and prayed, while her hands were busy with 
the food and raiment of the nineteen chil¬ 
dren committed to her care. She found poe¬ 
try even in her poverty, as the angels talked 
with her smiling, sleeping babe. She found 
it under the weight of household cares that 
would have crushed a fretful, complaining 
woman, as she felt herself allied with him 
whose labors grasp the universe. How beau¬ 
tifully did her son speak out her poetic 
thoughts in his immortal hymns. A wise 
mother’s life is an epic poem with more 
sublimity of thought and action than Ho¬ 
mer ever penned, and happy is she who 
leaves the record of her victories on immor¬ 
tal minds. 
What a burlesque upon our home influence 
and our common civilization is the fact that 
in the city of Chicago alone, there were one 
hundred and twenly-oue divorces in the last 
thirty days. Though the instructions that 
have brought this state of things may not 
all have been given in city life, yet the cus¬ 
toms that send families to parties, operas, 
and the club-room—anywhere rather than 
home—tend fearfully in this direction. The 
lack of self-denying, earnest parental labor 
in our country is drifting us fearfully to thill, 
state of society that has deluged Paris with 
blood, and delights in ruin with fiendish cru¬ 
elty. How terrible the thought that among 
the seventy thousand dead that lay scattered 
in their streets, the most devilish among iliem 
all wore the women, t lint, had been reared in 
Parisian elegance. They ignored the duties 
(!od placed upon them, and so fearful a ret¬ 
ribution is sickening to the thoughts. The 
poet's vision is a view of the far-off. He is 
the thought-artist that mellows the barren 
cliffs till they seem more of heaven than of 
earth. His imagination is like the silver- 
lined spheres In Central Park, t hat group all 
objects within their ken, until they seem like 
some magic picture too fair for earth. Those 
that have gazed upon them will remember 
how carefully they turned to examine the 
landscape, to find whether they were the 
victims of some illusion. 
If Sin, Briareus-like, had never plucked 
us from the realms of spiritual light, we 
could least our perfect minds and glorified 
bodies with the ambrosial nectar of poetry, 
f>~) v>£) 
or Ifomra ilcaplc. 
DOLLY’S PORTRAIT. 
[SEE ILLUSTRATION ON PAOE G5, TlIIS NUMBER.] 
Dolly’s likeness, trueand faithful. 
From her funny turn-up nose. 
Curls and necklace, hows and llounces, 
To her Stuck-out wooden toes ; 
Sitting, solemn us Queen Bess might, • 
In Elizabethan nluiir; 
Roved with an the love of childhood, 
Fainted with the artist's care. 
Idle lies the croquet, mullet, 
Nero sleeps, neglected king! 
All unpluckecl the cowslips blossom, 
All unheard the thrushes sing; 
For the little maid is tasting 
A new, sweet, ambrosial food 
Uusily idealizing 
Her tirst idol—made of wood. 
Ah, poor child, with heart of woman ! 
Solitary, quiet, grave : 
Strong of will and firm of purpose. 
Self-absorbed in silence brave; 
Lilre a book I read your future, 
Dolly’s portrait putnts your own: 
Loving, more than loved, and toiling 
Less for praise than duty done. 
Patiently your soul possessing 
Through life’s long, laborious day, 
Though the morn to ovnnlng changes, 
Work grows near as sad as play ; 
Though your long-lost toys lie strewing 
Parlor floor and garden knoll; 
And your broken Idol may he 
Something sadder than a doll! 
Or, perchance, such lot escaping, 
Angel hands that could not save 
Make even now—In tender gladness— 
Somewhere near, it young child’s grave : 
Where the genius never uttered. 
And the lovo Unsought, unfound 
They will bury from ns mortals 
Like a treasure under ground. 
Till lie comes to count His Jewels, 
In whose large and perfect sight 
Precious even as archangel's 
is a child’s soul, dear and white. 
Then, child, girl, or griiy-tiuired woman, 
She will wake with bright surprise: 
And her never won Ideal 
Burst upon Immortal eyes. 
[Good H'ords }or the Young. 
A LEAP DESCRIBED. 
BY J. O. E. 
Now, children, do you want me to talk 
with you a lit Up while about this leaf I pick¬ 
et! from otir pear tree this morning ? p,. 0 . 
sinning you answer “yen,” I want you to 
pick a pear leaf, too; if you have no pear 
trees near, an apple leaf, or a leaflet of (lie 
compound leaf of the rose will do just as 
our happiness more apparent than in bang- excuse all mistake 
ing this little hag of green fluid in the cells B., Westfield, JV. I 
of every leaf, and shall we not love Him for 
His kindness ? How to Dry 
But turn over your leaf and put it again Dear Editor :- 
excuse all mistakes.—G erty W., and Gipsy 
How to l)iy Luce Collars.— PatH. 
Dear Editor:—I will tell the girls a nice 
, - ~ . * fvjn Di.ii i.iiu tin ta 
under the microscope. What do yon see way to dry lace collars. You wash the col- 
now ? “Hairs” you say. Yes, they are lar just the same as you usually do Then 
hairs, and parts of a colorless skin covering get, a piece of smooth board a foot long and 
the leaf called the epidermis and which ren- six inches wide; this must he covered with 
der the leaf hirsute, (Ifftiry.) We’ll look again, muslin—old will do. Then take the collar 
I sec another honeycomb structure, and tins lay it upon the board, straighten it out and 
is called stomata, (mouths,) and botanists say secure it in its place by pins. I should like 
they open in a moist atmosphere and shut in to know how long fly toads will live. There 
a dry. rt is the breathing apparatus of the has been one by our kitchen door as long as 
leaf. “ Do leaves breathe ?” you ask. Cer- I can remember, (I am thirteen.) T have a 
tainly, they inhale carbonic acid gas. and ex- eolt; named Selim. He is one year old and 
hale oxygen, (you know something about, was born on my birthday. He is very gentle 
these gases if you have read Johnnie's Ex- I have a dog named Frank, and u cat named 
penmen Is in Chemistry attentively,) and are Jim. But. 1 must close, for 1 have already 
called the''lungs” of the plants, being made taken up too much space in your valuable 
thin so as to present, the 1 urgesL surface to paper.—N ellie R., (At/skill, /V. Y 
the air. But 1 fear you are getting tired and ___ 
I do not want to make your beads ache, so From n Little Virginia Girl, 
will not tell you what part the sun plays in Dear Editor: —My brother Charley 
„ i. . i- j — ••• . ..» ' iiamu',1 
Ibis wonderful respiration, nor how the sap "’rote to you a few days ago, and if I am 
mi'onln t I i l.« _^.t).. Iwii n...,.,., ... ill...... 
circulates through the cells. 
hut seven years old 1 think 1 can write one 
O' - -- bUHHV X Mill >V I lie « >11U 
Now Cannot yon tell papa and mamma as good as he can, I will try to. There has 
that your leaf is a pinnalified ovate, serrate been •• large vessel lying j„ iVontof onr dom¬ 
ical hirsute, and containing parenchyma, und lor a week gathering withe lies for a genile- 
chlorophyll, and which has stomata to man in New York. There are small vessels 
breathe with ? And will they not, bestir- often here from Norfolk after fruits and po- 
prised to find you can explain what you httoos. They look very pretty sailing on 
mean by these terms? I guess they will, water. We have plenty of crabs and 
and I hope they will give you a small Botany, nearly every day. They are very nice, 
so that you can find out for yourselves how There are no little girls thill live near forme 
wonderfully and beautifully God works in lo play with. I don’t go to school. Ma 
♦ fm niunln 1 tf *•. 1/t hkiinlt/m ^ I I. k i > 
About Hu telling: Colt! Euitn. 
Dear Mu. Editor:—I am a country lad, 
"!f c mm<: 1,1 yonder town, working year our only honor in living to know how much two inches in length, and gn inch and’ a-half 
idler year amidst the foul air, dirt and grime we can do, and do it well V God designed in breadth, nearly as thin as paper; bavin-- 
e ns mac imery, lays down bis weary head that, though onr hands were manacled with ft woody stem running through t.lic middle 
at in-lit and sighs lor lus boyhood’s home, the cares of earth, our inner lives should he with a great many small threads branching 
where ihe pure breeze was laden with the one psalm of thanksgiving, in which Selah off from it like a feather; and a notched 
1 B'J “owHUOwn hay. In the mer- should never bo inserted. Then let us sing edge.” Yes, you have described it correctly 
cantih* world there is many a storm that no like the apostles of old, until the very walls 
human power can avert, and many a man shall tremble and every hand is loosed, 
ia trade with a keen sense of honor, lives —_ +++ _ 
under a nervous tension that drives him a 
maniac from the brink of bankruptcy, or 
sends him to a suicide’s grave. Thus, we 
each desire to exchange our burdens for 
thoseol others; hut, like those men in the 
lahle, we should very soon petition Jove 
that each might have his own again, to hear 
as best lie might. 
Poclry is ethereal, ideal, spiritual. We 
STERLING ADYIOE. 
A lady makes some sensible suggestions, 
in a Loudon journal, on the subject of mar¬ 
riage or celibacy, a few of which we annex, 
and say that there is a great deal of truth in 
them. 
“ When a girl marries she ought, to a cer¬ 
tain extent, give up her acquaintances, and 
wi.ui ft great many small threads branching 
off from it like a feather; and a notched 
edge.” Yes, you have described it correctly 
as far ns you have gone, hut there are sev¬ 
eral other things contained in your leaf, 
which you will discover, if you follow me 
carefully while r tell you about mine. 
This leaf I hold in my hand contains a 
woody stem also, and I call it the mid-vein, 
because it extends through the middle of the 
leaf, and in its office resembles a vein. The 
small veins attached on both sides of the 
mid-stem, are called veinleta. Because this 
arrangement of the veins makes the leaf re- 
Ihc Vegetable Kingdom. teaches me at home. My grandma lives in 
■* * * Maryland. ] think she is the nicest one in 
LETTERS EROM GIRLS AND BOYS. ,l,e ' volI( “ Sl»ouei>dfl mo many nice things. 
- She lias a fat, place under her chin; t love to 
From nil Iowa Gil l. kiss it. She is coming down to see us when 
Dear Mu, Editor: —For a long time I the weather gets cooler, 
have wanted to write to the little readers Please make uiy letter all right if you 
ol the Rural New-Yorker, but I lmve are going to put it in your paper. I will 
been so busy that I have never bad time write again if you will excuse mistakes.— 
until now. I, too, am a country girl (as Lizzie 'I'., Gloucester Co., Yu. 
most of your little correspondents are). I 
am fourteen years old, quite tall and slender, About Iliueliiiur Cola Eior*. 
have dark brown hair, bine eyes, and light Dear Mr. Editor:— I am a country lad, 
complexion. I often wonder if all farmers’ and am much interested in the “ letters from’ 
daughters are as delicate as I am. 1 live hoys and girls." I wish to make a statement 
on one of the many beautiful farms of Iowa, about batching cold eggs. Last summer my 
I lmve seven brothers and two sisters. As papa placed a hen upon eggs and she re- 
we were all seated Around the table this mained there about two weeks, and then a 
morning, 1 thought of the little girl that skunk killed her, and the eggs were left 
wrote about her pet sheep ; she said she Imd without covering four or five days. I then 
no brother or sister, but from her letter 1 cangbt another lien and placed her upon the 
judge she is contented ftnd happy, lean . In about five days alio came off, with 
do all kinds of cooking, and cut and make nearly every chicken peeping at her heels, 
shirts and pants. My mother has trained My father and friends considered It a very 
me to do nil kinds of work, and I mn^t sav, astonishing circumstance, 
sometimes I did not care to learn, although There is no fiction in the above statement, 
some day 1 may he thankful I know how to My brother takes the Rural, and we all like 
work. it exceedingly.—A. M. Tuthill, Orient, L. /. 
1 once had a little pet flying squirrel that 
a friend gave me who wns'goiug to Nebrns- „ p, om tt Kn ""”* K«r. 
it exceedingly.—A. M. Tuthill, Orient, L. I. 
a friend gave me who was"going to Nebrns- p, ‘ om tt Kn """* b «y. 
ka. 1 took good cam of it, but [ only kept v I)EA ? Editor We lake the Rural 
it two months from the time it was riven to New-\ ORKEit. I read the letters from the 
it two months from the time it was given to , w * * , KKTt - 1 read ll,e 
me; then it died. My brother got me an- )ny , s . ftn< girl8, We live in a thinly-settled 
other and put it in bis poekettobring home, f min0f ' 1 s ° " , ™ e n,i,es lo school. We 
hilt, when he arrived the little thing could mVC ,K!en l,erc live I like Kansas 
not he found. I have often wanted some vl!, Twel). Them are lots of prairie chickens 
ennary birds for pels, hut my mol her docs not J 010 ’ an<1 n,ul sometimes we can see 
want me to have them. I love to go to 1 cei bounding over the prairie. We have 
school very much, for there we gain know!- 0ldy 11 B, nall farm in Cultivation, are raising 
edge that helps lo make our mark higher in Sn|l,c com ftlld potatoes and watermelons, 
this world, and when we get aged and gray ^ used to lmve frequent visits from the 
we will not, wish to look hack upon our past . k Indiana *“ "R'lon time. Excuse all 
life and say, “ Oh, if I only could live my ni ' stuke9 ' Geqroe R. L , Ottumwa,Kansas. 
life over again, how much better I would be!” ' ♦♦<►- 
I have plenty of reading; my father takes LITTLE PEOPLE’S WIT. 
fourteen papers, and one I prize very much, , .... r „ ... „ , ls 
—that is the Rural. ... . 
only a small farm in cultivation, are raising 
sonic corn and potatoes and watermelons. 
We used to have frequent visits from ihe 
Sauk Indians in melon time. Excuse all 
mistakes.— Georoe R. L , Ottumwa, Kansas. 
—-♦♦♦- 
LITTLE PEOPLE’S WIT. 
,u "e aeciuenis oi wealth or poverty 
lmve "<> more power to fetter the soul limn 
she must not follow them implicitly. My 
own plan, for some time after I was married, 
v, „ . ...... j;.. mi, owihv mm; juici i w.-is nmmeu, 
- - ixi.s to curb the rolling flood. I have was to take some recjpegi veil, and notecare- 
known him to whose sighlless orbs daylight b* d y " Tit ingredients could he dispensed 
•‘ever spake—whose children were taken 
file second time I generally managed 
from the tree to every part of the leaf; as 
soon as these veins dry up the loaf turns 
brown and dies. These little threads are us 
necessary for the life and growth of the leaf 
...... ivv.. . 1 , wuc i m izilj very inucil, 1.1 ..... 
1 J ’ Leu n Ear the I I uni I’uiIiMiik to-uitflit. 
—that is the Rural. „ j . ....... 
T . , My dear boy, said a fond mother, “ never 
ii any of the girls wish to answer my letter defer till to-morrow wlmt you can do to-day ” 
through the Rural, or ask any questions, I “ Then, mother,” replied the urchin “ let’s 
will answer them to the best of my ability, eat the plum pudding to-night.” 
I have been rather lengthy, ftnd I am afraid - 
the editor will not care for so long a letter Wlmt i« a Mo? 
the first lime. I will write again if this is A little nephew was taking a lesson on 
n. •* . --1 -- ■ ■■ ■ - ■« jloowii 
deemed worthy of publication.—M. Ella C\, the importance of telling the truth, in con 
7...... nano .. .. . 
June, 1871 
sequence of some incorrectness of speech, 
’“"•‘laiulth ought could live above the thi.nrs . w " lefm ‘ nw ™ ot u "“ 1 w,u ca " ir > Inm > this similarity, 
of earth 131 household economy than it you trust to ovate, (egg-shaped.) 
a.. memory alone; and when your daughters mv, i .... 
Gi'-ie are homes in which wealth has grow up, what a fund of practical intorma- Wmv Av<! l,ftve rcaRl| e ( * the edge of our 
gathered from the four corners of the bab- tlon it will he for them ! leaves, what is tills row of fine notches like? 
1,1 U) g earth, all that could please the eye or “ To a great extent, the celibacy of our Look close and see. “ The teeth of a saw ’’ 
gratify ttie finest taste; yet the demons of y. niln g Inen is owing to the way in which y 011 sa y. You are right, and leaves with 
iliseortl, dissipation and jealousy reign over kh mSfill 1 J? P * , 1 Tl,ro,, 5 h n ‘ i8taI f en kK)thed idlers are called serrated, so ours 
'™- •"* of-,™ w js rrr, 
1 • >» like the discordant babbling of the them teach housekeeping on a fixed, method- know Tit gave it this color. I do not he- 
a ')gel fiends. In one of our Western cities ical plan, and they will then learn their his- J '®ve ypu will find that out without the aid 
' - X ’ ■* w ~ MIV-OO Ul |J y 
— In a private note the writer of the above was concluded in this way:—“ Don’t 
sensible letter very properly gives us her full >’ ou know what a lie is ?” 
name and address, and says:—“I suppose " course I do! It's what my mamma 
every Editor must have the names of all their ,,na/xH wap with.' 1 
correspondents,so I will give you mine; hut „ (1 7 . 
it you print my letter, do not give anv more ' 
- - - - Gun little live-year-old, Jennie, says- 
’ jrwv.t .1 j mx I 11 . | | ii 
lul11 ' m like the discordant babbling of the them teach housekeeping on afixed, method- anmv "’ I|:U gave it this color? j do not lie- 
‘Uigel fiends. In one of onr Western cities ical plan, and they will then team their his- Nave you will find that out without the aid 
a palatial residence in which Benevolence ,ory ’ I ? onc ; h a,) ' 1 m " sic ul) hotter. It is a microscope. If you have one of those 
has reared six orphans, and from whose door m^see heJ d^htPr^wSl’’^ wisl ! histruments (which are so necessary in 
wife toM nCV< f went ^“Pty-handed; but the even highly accomplished • ‘and it Va mil ‘" v hgllt tl | e ! ndde, J l)Cautle3 of na ' 
Id me how often her heart longed for hake that good and careful education should f UTC « pllt in rt snia11 l )iecc of y° ur leaf, with 
,(i °lti farm-house with its simple joys and a ^'. ll for ll '« homely duties of cook- lts sl '"»y 8ldo beneath the lens, and you will 
than all,for the hours of hard but svm ‘"g* dusting,, &c. On the contrary, those see a mass of cel Is, resembling a honeycomb, 
fTdie labor. Now her husband driven’ 3 Tu belter F erformed if moll.- which is called parenchyma (it j s a hard 
j,.! ® cver 10,1,1(1 time for an hour of social part to them some of their own culinary ll 0vcr to y <>,,racl1 and 1 g' ie «8 you will not 
'-•course at home, flow different is the t:llent i ’here would he more good wives and f(>r g et il )- These cells contain litllo balls of 
•u’mer’s homo! When the dav’s labors are ,na |’ , ia «' c9 - Little girls should be taught, as g |,R en coloring matter, called chlorophyll, 
strt , ? u, ?^r' , T.* ,w “ h " 
little,,.. ; R Ulll ‘ l *te baby, qg helping the let them become gradually acquainted with . Ul ' IriIi,1 P s d you look sharply 
80 1 10 . j . , 1 aroiI, id the table to prepare their the theory of hfiusclceeping in such a man- ^ ou Ciin 8,>v Tims you see how 
8n . 11,(3 tasks. From such domestic scenes ner ,hat| vv,Jt ' n ’hey are married, they will beautifully God has made the leaves green, 
‘ J " ot ,,u| y the poetry but the moral l>e al>le t° adapt tljemselves to their circum- a color so pleasing to the eve. We have 
Power of the world. lbe a , s «'* “ P^ing been tracing Hie work ell along, bnt no- 
. > leir ius)au s. where is His desire lo make everything for 
JHUH t/l'MIl.w , J 1 “ v, r* H b - ” VM * f-'UOMUMy (UrUUftUllVU VVILU . 
sGiofii i f aroiUld !!*e table to prepare their the theory of hfiusciceepiug in such a man- you Cfln 8,>v ri 
8n . ' 11Ie tasks. From such domestic scenes } ier when they are married, they will beaut ifully God has made 
‘ g n<Jt “illy the podrv but be able to adapt themselves to their circum- a color so pleasing to tii 
companions to their husbands.'* 
of it than what I have given on tin, other on,, t. m- ,T ' , K : T : 
piece of paper.—and if yon wisl, to eriliotso , n °8f"“ OTt . . . cl " s0 
nte, please do not do it openly, for that would f'r°‘ , AcKEK ” 
discourage me forever, f remember you „,‘T. ^ Cl ° 8 ° “ ? Wliy he locks 
kindly as the little boys’ and girls’ friend.” 1 ° n ’ E ‘ p ~ D ~ _ 
“No, I Tliank Yon, Ma’am.” 
I.emnr Hum T W o Schoolmates. Jennie Jones was a very pretty little 
Dear Mr. Editor :—Since you were so girl, and it was the first time she had ever 
kind as to publish Gipsy’s letter, we thought been visiting by herself. She was spending 
wo would write together this time. We the afternoon with one of her schoolmates, 
want, to tell you about our school and the mid when it came tea time Jennie was in- 
mce times we have. Our school-room has vited to stay to tea. “No, I thank you, 
pictures and bouse plants in it and is very ma’am,” she said, slivly, in answer to the 
pleasant. We practice gymnastics twice a request. “ L guess you’d better,” said her 
day. Gipsy studies Latin and I. study French, little friend’s mother, good, hospitable Mrs. 
besides the English branches. And Friday Morse ; “ sit right up to the fable along with 
fdtii noon we have rhetorical exercises, which Sairv—won’t you now?” Jennie fidgeted, 
I don t like very well, though Gipsy does, twisted her apron, put her finger in her 
I hen at intermission we talk and visit, so month, and finally electrified the company 
you see wo have a very good time. We by remarking: — “ Well — I don’t know’; 
would like to hear some more from “Trixie.” ma said I was to say no, thank you, Ihe 
Also would like to have “Wild Rose" first time I was asked, hut — but — if you 
coriespontl with us, and any other Rural urged me 1 could stay! 11 It is scarcely 
reading girls who are so disposed. Please necessary to add that she staid. 
