APB1L 26 
©OBE’S BUBAL NEW-VOB&EB 
2TS 
THE DRUNKARD’S BABE. 
ny MRS. M. P. A CROZIER. 
So tiny a vase to hold a life,— 
So ptiro, and yot so frail; 
And the? Ufa so sad a thin* to hold, 
A rose-bud shrunken and pale. 
A hud that rain never break to flower, 
For its petal” hide within 
The worm that hath eaten the green heart out 
Of tho blossom that “ might have been.'' 
Smile, love, smile sweet on tho lender thing— 
It hath but a HUle hour 
To give to the air tliu faint perfume 
Of a wan, unopened 11 owon. 
And the mother’* heart with so many hopes 
All shuttered, (his last one fled, 
May break as she holds uu empty vase. 
And tho rose-hud thing is dead. 
RECEIVING VISITS. 
BY NEAL XKWTON. 
Into tho current of our every-day life, reliev¬ 
ing its tiresome monotony comes the delight¬ 
ful task of receiving anti paying visits, tly vis¬ 
its we mean not those fashionable calls, the 
main object of which is to wear a new suit or 
display a knowledge of etlquotte, but visits In 
the good, old-fashioned sense of I he word, 
where friend moots friend, and heart goes out 
to heart, and from which we go away strength¬ 
ened and rested. It. is neither well nor desira¬ 
ble that we lire Isolated lives. We need society 
and social intercourse -need to welcome our 
frionds to our cosy fireside (hat, we may throw 
aside our cures for a time, ami by kindly greet¬ 
ing and Interchange of thought, Comfort and 
encourage one another. Hut how many other¬ 
wise pleasant visits are spoiled because the 
hostess is over-anxious concerning what wo 
shall oat and what wu shall drink l How many 
really hospitable housekeepers lose all pleasure 
in the visits of their friends, if they happen to 
be caught with but one kind of cake in the 
house; or, being forewarned of their ruining, 
so overtax themselves, in order that their tabic 
may bo bounteously spread, llmt the visit is 
rendered a burden instead of a blessing to 
them. 
Let us look at the case of our neighbor, 
Mrs. A. She liua just finished a targe washing, 
and is sitting down for a little rest, when in 
comes her husband with the intelligence that 
some frionds arO coming to spend the next day 
with thorn. ‘‘<>h dear I” murmurs the weary 
woman, " how can I ever got ready for them?” 
But why need she get ready? If some things 
are put aw ay, l»er rooms are certainly In respect¬ 
able order, and there is plenty of good, substan¬ 
tial food in the house. But that does not sat¬ 
isfy, ami unroatod from her hard toll, she goes 
to work again, and mixes and kneads and bakes, 
and the result' is pies and rich cake, and w un¬ 
derfill pastry, enough to upike dyspeptics of a 
regiment of visitors I There Is a massacre in 
tho poullry-yard. Mrs. Brahma and her two 
daughters are among Hie victims, and are 
straightway decapitated and prepared for tho 
stew-pan. Then tho rooms must be swept and 
dusted, the kitchen stove polished ami tho 
kitchen floor scoured, and it is late in the night 
when Mrs. A., having worked tilt she can do no 
more, goes to bed with aching back and tired 
nerves. After a fow hours of unquiet slumber, 
bIic awakes with such a feeling of lasaituilo thill 
it seems impossible for her to rise; but. sin- 
must, for it will never do t o have tho morning’s 
work around after her guests arrive and In¬ 
spired by this reflection she commences her 
labors again. Can any woman, immediately 
after such an experience as this, sit down and 
derive pleasure from a visit 2 Is she in a con¬ 
dition to entertain or be entertained ? There 
is no need to go far for the answer to those 
questions; any housekeeper in the land can 
answer them readily. If she manages to sit, up 
and keep up appearances through the day. It. is 
all she asks or expects; and the drain upon her 
system, induced by this season of overwork, 
w ill bo felt by her, perhaps for weeks. 
Now wo all know that Lhis Is not an over¬ 
wrought. picture, but simply a counterpart, of 
what happen”, again and again, in homes whore 
work is plenty and help scarce. Hut would it. 
not bo iriQuilely better, under such circum¬ 
stances, for us to welcome our friends into the 
parlor while yet a litflb dust clings to the car¬ 
pet, and seat them to a plain dinner let it be 
plain as it may,—and reserve our forces for bet¬ 
ter things? I s not the life more I halt meat and 
the body than raiment ? 
None of us can be at all times ready for com¬ 
pany, Work will accumulate. Little unex¬ 
pected tasks claim our attention; we lend our 
aid in a work of charity; we go and sit with a 
sick neighbor and lol our tidy rooms are all 
disordered; the loaf of poundcake has dwin¬ 
dled to a single slice; the pies are gone, and 
the furniture is dusty ami out of place. What 
then? If a friend happens In, shall we feel flu.— 
trated, ami blush and apologize ? Not a bit of 
it! Wo haves only been doing what, it was our 
duty to do. Wo have only neglected the lesser 
for the greater good, and if we are sensible, con¬ 
sistent women, the state of affairs will be no 
barrier to a pleasant, satisfactory visit; but if 
we usher our guest into the parlor, and bid her 
look over the album and the now hooks, while 
we, in the kitchen, manufacture good things, 
and frot and worry over pur misfortunes, then 
that visit is worse than lost. 
1 think I never before saw the folly and ab¬ 
surdity of t iiese things us plainly as I did in a 
visit, that I made a few days ago. Wishing to 
have as long as possible for visiting, 1 took the 
early morning train; but upon my arrival at 
my friend’s house, she, after u few moments’ 
conversation with me, excused herself, and, 
going to the kitchen, spent the entire forenoon 
in getting up a dinner of which •die might have 
been proud had she expected t lie crowned heads 
id' Europe lo -it at her board. Then l sat alone 
nearly the whole afternoon, Irving to smother 
my disappoint ment and regret. How I wanted 
my friend's company, and what ti day wo might 
have spout, had she boon less mindful of the 
eatables a day the remembrance of which 
would have been a lasting source of pleasure 
l o us. When, at the tea-table, I praised her ex¬ 
cellent cakes, she re marked t hat she found 
many of her domestic recipes In Urn Rural 
Nbvv-Y.vrkeR ; and as 1 rode homeward I re¬ 
solved that that good old paper should forth¬ 
with contain a chapter, telling the many house¬ 
wives whom It blesses, that although Its recipes 
are so nice, yet there are occasions when they 
are not to be used, and one id' these is when 
there arc guests in tlie potior who came for a 
visit and not to be stuffed with sweetmeats. 
Dear housewife, be not troubled about, those 
little matters. Hive your friends good cheer, 
whenever you can do So consistently, but be 
careful that you do not sacrifice both your own 
and thoir pleasure fora mistaken idea of hospi¬ 
tality. Elegant table appointments, and room* 
that are marvels of order and beauty, are well 
enough in their way, but they are not worth 
the price of health and strength and needed 
rest. 
Hauling for the fJoirog. 
HOPE. 
MY EUGENIA GREELEY. 
Comb star of hope, Saturn or Venus, 
Assist my young poetic genius, 
All Nature seems so cold and drear, 
And yet sweet Hope may bring us cheer. 
I’ll not despair. I'll never doubt, 
Although the world seems turned about; 
The cold, deep snow, the winter’s blast 
Will bring sweet sunshine to us at last. 
Caw t enw I The erow, lie can not' sing. 
And yot he heralds In sweet spring; 
The busy boo will mnnet lined bum — 
The little birds will surely come. 
Hour little lambs, I write for you : 
Keep close beside your mother owe, 
Lest, that naughty crow may you surprise, 
Ami pick your tender llttlu eyes. 
There's many a erow who seems content, 
Vet ull the time ts on evil bunt; 
And those black birds that cannot sing 
May prophesy eternal spring. 
Old Homestead, Pa., March, 1NT3. 
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PRIZE BOXES. 
PERUVIAN WOMEN AND THEIR WAY3. 
The life of the young ladles is very retired. It 
la not considered proper for them to go into the 
street unless accompanied by mother or ser¬ 
vant. Married ladies have more liberty; for 
instance, a girl of 15, if she be married (ns often 
is tho case), can chaperone an old maid aunt of 
50; while It would lie highly Improper for this 
representative of single blessedness to venture 
out alone. The manner of dress is very differ¬ 
ent from our own. Bright, colors are worn, and 
oil a pleasant afternoon you can see all tho col¬ 
ors of the rainbow in I Ins street, anil such a pro¬ 
fusion of jewelry that 1 am reminded of I lie old 
nursery rhyme of the woman who had "rings 
on her lingers and hells on her toes." Mantillaa 
are worn mostly, though tho foreigners still 
hold to their round hats, and tho natives are 
slowly adopting them, for they are more be¬ 
coming, aifd It Is not lu their power to with¬ 
stand anything that adds to their attractive¬ 
ness; but in the morning the streets luoilllwj 
with these black-robed figures going to prayers, 
with a little negro, about llko Reno, trudging 
on behind, also In mantilla, and carrying a 
kneellug-mat for her mistress’ use, for none of 
tho churches arc carpeted. 'There is a church 
for every saint, more saints than Sundays, and 
feast days for nearly every week, when all the 
business lias to be suspended. 
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THE JEWISH WIDOW’S RELEASE. 
The Jews of Oakland, California, have public¬ 
ly carried out the principles of the old Mosaic 
Jaw regarding marriage, Rebecca Uotf/mm was 
a childless widow, and, by the provisions of 
their patriarchal law, it devolves upon tho hus¬ 
band’s brother to marry tho widow. If lie re¬ 
fuses to do ii, “ slm shall come unto him In the 
presence of the elders and loose his shoe from 
off his foot, and spit In his face and answer and 
say: -So .shall it be done unto that man that 
will not build up his brother’s wife." Now Re¬ 
becca lnid a brother-in-law in Posen, Prussia, 
and was somewhat disposed to insist upon her 
legal rights, so she husbanded her moans, for 
lack of a worthier object of affection, fill there 
was enough to bring Moses from Posen. Then 
she sent, for him and ho came, as he must sat is¬ 
fy the law In one way or tho other. Uut when 
ho came, the prospect of marriage did not 
please his independent spirit, and ho chose to 
submit to the alternative. The synagogue was 
tilled; Rebecca and Moses were both, in place 
and in presence of the crowd she performed tho 
ceremony above mentioned, leaving him free. 
Biic has now the rigid, of marrying another man, 
but this performance may advertise her more 
freely than she would prefer. 
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FEMININE FELICITIES. 
Some young ladies must bo given to dreamy 
speculations, they build such castles in the 
(h) air. 
" I hive by my pen," said a poet, w ishing to 
impress a young lady. “You look as if you 
lived in one,” was tho reply. 
Recently, in a church in New York, it is as¬ 
serted tho parson, having several persons to 
marry, said, after entering the building, " All 
those who want to be married will pleago rise;" 
! whereupon, every single lady present Instantly 
rose from her seat. 
A littj.k girl was one day reading the “ His¬ 
tory or England" with her governess, and, 
coming to the statement that Henry I. never 
laughed after the death of his Bon, she looked 
up and said, “ Whatever did he do when he was 
tickled?’’ 
" TUkrh, Neely, yon may have Hint for your 1 
doll, If you like," said Hlarenok, with a dissat¬ 
isfied look on liis face as he tossed in tho little v 
girl’s lap a shiny chair and locket of braes. 
“Oh, thank you, Pi.ahbnce,” said the child, 1 
with delight; ** where did you got it ?” 
"In a prize bag," said her brother, looking 
rather foolish. He had just returned from lhe f 
County Pair where, at tv stand, a brisk trade in 1 
such wares had been kepi up all day. 
“What else did you get?" asked mother, 
with a smile. 
Ci.auENCJS turned ids pockets inside out with 
much apparent disgust, and gave to his little 1 
sister a quantity of cheap candy, which did not ’ 
look over-nice, a pair of huge glass sleeve but¬ 
tons in the shape of frogs, aud several smaller 
trinkets in brass. 
“ You made quite an Investment, Clarence. 
Wore yon suited with the results?" 
" No, indeed, mother; everything sold was ‘ a 
soll.’jsure enough. I wish I bud my dollar back.” 
“I shall never regret the loss of it If it touches 
you to avoid all such chance doings in fu¬ 
ture. You will meet I hem on a large scale, as 
well as a small olio, all through your life, and it. 
Is Just like meddling with the coals. You arc 
sure to burn your Ungers if you touch’tbem. If 
you want an article, you will get. it better and 
cheaper of responsible dealers than from any 
one else. Hut the loss in tile things you buy Is 
but. a Ililling evil compared with others that 
come from the practice. There arc thousands 
of people who spend thoir lives looking out for 
chance fortunes. They grow more and more 
addicted to it continually, though they moot 
with so many disappointments. It grows upon 
them until they abandon all honest effort ami 
industry. II leads I hem into dishonest ways, 
and ruins everything noble in their natures. 
You cannot invest ton neat* in one of these 
chance enterprises without being Injured by it. 
I hope you have made your very last Investment 
in such * prizes.’ If tho great lotteries granted 
all they pretend, it would still bo a sad, losing 
business, and worst of all, to those who get. the 
‘prizes.’ I have yet to hear of any good corn 
ing from one, but I have known much evil. 
Slow and steady gains are those that have built 
up the solid fortunes. Re mem her the old pro¬ 
verb, ‘ A nimble sixpence is bettor than a slow 
shilling.’ ’’ J- b. mcc. 
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LESSON FROM THE BUCKWHEAT. 
MY HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN. 
In passing through a buckwheat, field, after a 
thunder storm, one will often boo upon it a. 
scorched and evon burnt appearance, a* if lire 
had passed over it, and the farmer will say that 
the lightning has done this. Hut how can t Ids 
be? 1 will toll you what a gray sparrow told 
me, and the gray sparrow heard it from nu old 
wltJow t ree (bat stiil stands whore it has long 
stood, by a buckwheat Held, it is a big, honor¬ 
able tree, but shriveled anti old; it has been 
torn through the center, and therein the cleft 
grass and whortleberries grow. The Iren bonds 
forward, and tho branches, looking like long 
green hair, droop toward the ground. 
Grain grew upon all tho fields around, both 
rye and oats ; yes, tho beautiful oals. that look, 
when ripe, like a great flock of tiny yellow Ca¬ 
nary birds, sifting upon a stem. The grain 
looked so blessed, and tho heavier it, was the 
lower it bowed in pious humility. 
But there was also a field of buckwheat, and 
it was close by I lie willow troo. The buckwheat 
didn’t bend like other grain, but strutted so 
proudly and stiffly. 
" I am richer than other grain,” it said. "Be¬ 
sides, I am much handsomer; my blossoms arc 
as beautiful as those of tho apple tree; it is de¬ 
lightful to look at me and mine. Do you know 
any more beautiful than we, old willow tree?” 
And the old willow tree nodded, as ir to say, j 
“ Yes. of course L do.” Hut the buckwheat 
strutted in real vanity, ami said; 
“ The foolish tree; It is so old that grass 
grows in its stomach." 
There came up a dreadful storm, and all the 
flowers of the meadow folded their leaves or 
bent their tender heads while the storm passed 
over them; but the buckwheat strutted on in 
its pride. 
“ Bend your head like the rest of us,” said 
tho flowers. 
“There is no need at all of my doing so,” re¬ 
plied the buckwheat. 
“Bend your head as wo do,” shouted the 
grain. “The storm-angel is flying; ho has 
wings reaching from tho clouds to the earth, 
and ho will cut you down before you have time 
to ask for mercy.” 
“ Yes, but T will not bond,” replied tho buck¬ 
wheat. 
“Shut your blossoms and bend your leaves," 
said the old willow tree. “Don’t look toward 
the lightning when the clouds burst. Men 
themselves dare not do so, for by the lightning 
one may see into Hod’s heavens, and sue!) a 
sight will make even men blind. Wind, llieu, 
may not happen Hi us plants of ihc earth, and 
so much inferior, should we venture upon ii ! 
" far inferior," said Ucj buckwheat, scorn¬ 
fully. “Now, i will Just look into Hod's 
heaven.” 
And so It did in Its pride. Now.it lightened 
so that if seemed as if the whole world was in 
a blaze. Afterward, when tho storm had passed, 
tho flowers and grain stood upright in the pure, 
quiet air, looking so refreshed by tho rain ; but 
the lightning had tanned the buckwheat as 
black as a coal, so It was only a dead, useless 
herb upon tho field. 
The old willow moved its branches in tho 
wind, and largo drops of water foil from the 
green loaves, us if tho trees •wore weeping, and 
the sparrow asked : 
“ Why do you weep when all around Is full of 
blessing! See how the sun shines! See how 
tho clouds go, and what a delicious odor tho 
flowers and foliage have! Why do you weep, 
old willow tree?” 
Then tho willow troo told about the buck¬ 
wheat's pride and punishment. Tills always 
follows. The writer heard this from tho spar¬ 
row one xdght when lie asked it to tell him a 
story. 
Wbt fuzzier. 
GEOGRAPHICAL PUZZLE. No. 2. 
I AROSE, took a city of England, and, being a 
country of Europe, desired a city of Franco to 
set flic mountain in Washington Territory. 
She placed upon it a river in Missouri, which 
contained a piece of a river In Iowa seasoned 
with another river In Missouri, a river In Idaho 
and a river In Colorado for sauce, with a river 
in Montana to drink. On going to tho window 
I saw that a range of Mountain-; in Africa had 
disappeared, and tho sky, as far as 1 could roe, 
was a. capo mi the count of Ireland, aud thought 
It host to a cape on tho coast of England. My 
maid said that Minsk) was a sea south of Russia 
in tho channel south of Scotland, and she had 
a capo off North Carolina that the day would be 
a lake north of the United States. I then fold 
her to bring my city In Scotland nrnl I Would 
a cape off North Carolina. She said it was lu a 
bay on the coast of England. This put me. in 
. great a capo on the coast of Scotland, and 1 ex- 
i postulated With her, when the saucy maid told 
me to hold my a river 1 n Montana, aud that a 
capo on tho coast of Maine had the misfor¬ 
tune to get it covered with a country of Asia. 
I finally took my city of Germany wrap and 
mount of Oregon and went out, but soon saw 
I was doomed to a rape on the coast of Wash¬ 
ington Territory, as there was sure indications 
of a cape on the coast of Oregon. I then took a 
city in Kansas with the cape of Maine, and de¬ 
cided it was best to give up our journey for that 
day. Mrs. L. J. 
S3T* Answer in two weeks. 
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MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA.—No. 7. 
I am composed of 27 letters: 
My 13, 2fl, ”, is a way. 
M y H, 36,8,10, 12, 27 is a mythological character. 
My IP, 11, 2, 13, 5 means unearthly. 
My 6, 2.25. 21, 23 means clever, satirical. 
My 1(1,17,11,27, L was a celebrated Scotch poet. 
My t, 7, 21 is a portion of tho human body. 
My IS, 15, M, 30, 27, 6 is a traditionary tale. 
My i), 2, 7, 27, 7 was a got I dean of Mythology. 
My 18,12, 17, It), 11 is a cosmetic. 
My whole is the name of a celebrated author 
recently tjead. m. c, h. 
\£T’ Answer in two weeks. 
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ANAGRAM. -No. 4. 
N i hte Aaaicdn dnal, no hot sslioer fo eth nsaib fo 
Snami, 
Sdttinn, oosclddu, Belt, hte Uttio llvgeai fo 
Unar-per 
Yla nl hte ITYtulln vybile. Btao svvodmea 
tstrheced ot toh drtaweaa. 
Ggiino eth nlloige sti maen, Una suretap ot 
tiskoc ttwhtou breiuun. 
{SET’ Answer in two weeks. 
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PUZZLER ANSWERS.—April 12. 
Cross-Word Enigma No. 7.—Strasburg. 
Arithmetical Puzzle No. 2.— 
X X 
5 5 
5 5 
Miscellaneous Enigma No. 0. — Do unto 
others as you would have them do unto you. 
Illustrated Kudus No. 10. — Continue in 
holiness. 
