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OBE’S BUBAL ^EW-VOB 
NEVER AGAIN. 
BY BBBN E. REXFOIU). 
Never again will the roses blow 
For us, like tho roses we used to know. 
Oh, never again will tho wide sky hold 
Such wealth of glory, anti sunset gold. 
And never again, at day'* decline, 
Shall I sit with your little hand in mine, 
And look at the beauty of the sunset skies 
And the sweeter beauty of your sweet eyes. 
Never again I for tho dream Is done, 
That a word, and a look, and a touoh begun. 
J.ove, if we always could dream ! ah then ! 
The words aru as sad ns “ It might have been." 
For us, there is nothing but memory, 
In the coming days, of what could not t><‘ ! 
Love, you are near mo, and yet as far 
As the round earth is from the furthest star. 
Kiss me, and smile In my eyes once more. 
Though your lipsshuuld quiver, and tears run o’er. 
Put your hand in mine, for one moment, one, 
And then good-by. for the dream 1) done ! 
-- 
“FROM THE WE8T, FRUIT.” 
BY CLIO STANLEY. 
“ Than longen folk to gon on pilgrimages, 
And paltnerers fur to sekon strange strondcs.” 
Long before Columbus followed t he hidden 
instincts of his soul, and discovered a Now 
World, men began to turn toward tho great 
West, as t oward a land, redolent with perfumes 
sweeter than the breath of atmospheie that 
floats through magnolia groves, fair with a 
richer promise than gilds tho sky at dawn. 
The West is. to me, synonymous with a world 
of Nature, where Society only exists on a broad 
and benevolent scale ; where men are counted 
as brothers, hut where brotherly love still leaves 
room for a feeling subtle and far liner, a genial 
sympathy with (ion's entire creation; where 
the plants and weeds by the wayside hang out 
green banners as you pass; where the trees blos¬ 
som Into language as they greet you, and the 
birds sing sweetest snatches of song In gladness 
at your approach ; where every insoct and ani¬ 
mal roams abroad free and contented ns Goo 
made them, and tho shadow of fear has not 
reached then). Of such a West I sometimes 
dream, to such a land I turn with all the glad 
impulses of my human nature. 
(ion created us to use and enjoy life, and tho 
man or woman who makes Infinite demands 
upon life, grows fast. 
1 1 Is scarcely possible for any one to be utterly 
Indifferent as to how many foggy days there are 
in his life; and I think there are few of us so 
ignorant as not to know that existence would 
become a nobler and sweeter thing, passed 
among the sublime inspirations of the high 
mountains than lapped in dreamy and lndolenl 
repose in the valley-country. And so wc may 
confess, with t he same truthfulness, that our 
thoughts would b© fresher and clearer, our im¬ 
aginations purer, end our knowledge more self- 
sustaining in tho land where Nature Coeds her 
hungry children, giving them food from forest 
and Hold and drink from the pure springs! 
Perhaps, as one of the best and most earnest, 
men of this country lius said, “ there would bo 
something of kvta and glabra , at Joyous and 
serene in our very faces,’’ could we all drink at 
these fountains of perpetual youth. 
To the least of us all, to the busiest of us all; 
to the man crowned with happy leisure, to the 
man loaded down with heavy cares; to youth, 
to manhood and to old age, the sunset land 
offers one hour, at least, of recreation from toll 
and Incentive to purity. At this hour, when 
daylight begins to fade, ami there is no room 
for work, let us go forth, merry emsadors, to¬ 
ward the glowing West, drinking in light and 
glory to cheer the next day’s labor. 
Let us bo real saunterers, going “ a la Salute 
Terre,” being at home everywhere, so it be 
under God's sun; for tho more wo live in the 
air and sunshine, the more of both will be mani¬ 
fest in our thoughts. The pure air dispels tho 
breath of idleness, blows away selfish thoughts, 
sends wickedness adrift, while the sun shines 
In upon our souls with bis pure beams, warm¬ 
ing us to new life, and Inciting us to a better 
performance of our every-day duties. 
I remember some one saying to mo once, that 
he never expected to have leisure for real de¬ 
light and recreation out In the fields and wild 
places, this side the daisies, yet he doubtless 
had in his mind a whole summer's rest from 
toll; for the genial soul stamps itself upon the 
face. Ho wears Con's seal upon his forehead, 
and L know he could not pass a clump of daisies, 
or oven dandelions by the wayBide, without a 
smile lighting up his face, and a prayerof grati¬ 
tude rising in liia heart to Him who, even in 
the dust and turmoil of the city, has made 
some of His good things to grow! 
All, tho West, the bountiful West, full of 
fruit! How comes it that so many of us over¬ 
look the treasures found there! Westward the 
sun goes daily; the migratory 7 birds follow, and 
their songs drift back to us through the mellow 
sunshine, over new fields of bloom and beauty 
inviting us all to “come." if we could but 
find a West us fair as tliat into which the sun 
goes dowu, how gladly would we follow! 
Among the Scandinavians, the younger sons 
took for Iheir Inheritance tho wide wators, and 
so the young generation, now growing up, are 
moved by strong Impulses toward the far West. 
Gon bless them as they go 1 
Qrammattca parrla. tawny grammar, as Tho- 
reau translates the expression, is what we all 
need to study and teach our children. Let 
them leave their letters for a while, studying 
the dusky language of the woods and the old 
brown earth, and they would make better men 
and women, wiser in their generation than we 
who go before. Perhaps, too, we should read, 
in another quarter of a century, books whose 
language, full of intimate relations to Nature, 
should he full of her light and fragrance; where 
even- word would blossom like a rose, and 
whore each new chapter, ended, would be 
marked by a fresh spray of honeysuckle, trail¬ 
ing it* green and golden length along the page. 
One day. In a summer not long dead, I took a 
walk out beyond tho space where bricks and 
marble flourish, to a desolate-looking common, 
just at sunset; i suppose most people were sat¬ 
isfying their appetites then, even as I was satis¬ 
fying mine, but as they were of a different kind, 
I had all out-doqra, as far as I could see, to my¬ 
self. There was the green grass, and a silent 
little pool of water witli one or two ducks on 
the brink of It, and the beautiful West alive 
with Are! How its warmth penetrated my in¬ 
most being; how the light, softened by n veil 
of clouds, w ooed me,—and I think the thoughts 
that awoke in my brniu, just In that one quiet, 
hour, were worth more to me than a day’s study 
over musty books would have been. 
It is this power of thought,—of contrast and 
association, of impulse and new strength, of 
freshness and purity, of a drawing nearer to 
Goo, as wo follow on, through tho gates of the 
Sunset, toward the Holy Land—the Land of tho 
Hereafter,—tho golden, blossoming West, that 
the ripe fruit lies, that, touching our thirsty 
lips, will make us young and pure-hearted even 
as “ little children.” 
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A FAMOUS FEMALE CLIMBER. 
A woman was famous, long before the Alpine 
Club existed, as having made tho ascent of 
twenty-live Swiss mountains. This was Mile. 
d'AngevlUe, who was born In 1794, and was early 
seized with “tho climbing monomania," for 
which her vigorous health and strong will early 
prepared her. Her first attempt, leading her in 
tho end to try the ascent of Mont lllano, was to 
the Mar do Glace and the Jardln. After more 
than twelve hours* stiff walking, she returned 
without fatigue lo Charnounl. Looking up to 
I lie summit, then Illuminated by the Betting 
Klin, and transported with admiration, she said: 
“I shall go there.” A few mouths after, her 
desire was fulfilled; the Grand Plateau was 
reached without difficulty; but the pulsation 
of the heart, owing to the rarifiod air, amount¬ 
ed to 140 boats in a minute, rendering tho latter 
part painful; but once seated on her snowy 
throne, she could enjoy the view, wroto several 
let tors to her friends, and drank the health of 
tho newly-born prince, the son of tho Duchess 
of Orleans, Passing over many other ascents 
she made, here Is one of the latest. At the age 
of sixty-nine, accompanied by a single guide, 
she climbed the Ohlouhorn in ten hours from 
tin- Hotel lies Diablerets. The night overtook 
them, and the guide declared ho had lost Ills 
road. Mile. d'Angevllle decided to wait on the 
spot until tho break of day, so as to incur no 
risk ; but. this the guide said would be too dan¬ 
gerous, on account of the cold. They separated, 
and he wont in search of tho nearest chalet, for 
a lantern; in two hours he returned, and then 
the courageous lady saw, not without emotion, 
that her resting-place was but a few yards from 
a treincudouB predipioo. Happily, they soon 
descended into a place of safety. 
During her travels, she made a large collec¬ 
tion of plants, minerals, autographs, and the 
portraits of thoso she met. She was an excel¬ 
lent mimic, and one of her amusement# was to 
dress up in character and act a part. Thus, bor- 
rov. ing that of an old beggar, she started ou the 
tramp ; the cottagers treated her liberally; the 
cure's servant shut the door In her face ; but in 
the course of three hours she found how good a 
trade it was, having received between four and 
five francs.— Chambers’s Journal. 
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WEAVING IN GREECE. 
Ellis H. Roberts, Editor of the Utica Her¬ 
ald, writing from Greece, says:—At Argos we 
saw a modest, pretty-faced girl sit at her loom, 
weaving a sort of blue jean. Her loom was 
more rude in form than Penelope used lu the 
presence of her suitors. To-day the frame Is 
of simple workmanship, and is sot upon the 
ground floor of the hovel. A hole Is dug In I he 
earth, in which the weaver sits, level with the 
surface. Treadle and beam and shuttle are at 
the lowest denomination. It la with such an 
implement that Greek women weave cotton 
and woolen In alt the provinces. Even at Li- 
vidhia, where are factories for making the 
thread, and where cotton is largely raised, no 
cloth is made except by the hand loom. Sheep 
are on all the mountains and many of the plains. 
They are used for food, and tho wool is made, 
but by baud only, into flannel and a coarse cloth 
for capotes. Gout's hair is woven for the same 
purpose. 
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A Western paper heads a description of a 
bride's trousseau “ Duds," 
Jading for thi> ®owttg. 
THERE WAS A LITTLE BOY. 
Thebe was a Ultle boy, with two little eyes, 
And he had a Uttto head that was Just the proper 
stie. 
And two little aims, and two little hands; 
On two little legs this little hoy he stands. 
Now this little hoy would now aud then bo cross, 
Because that lie could only be the very thing he was; 
He wanted to be this, and then he wanted to he that; 
Hls head was full of wishes underneath Uis littlo hat! 
" l wish I was a drummer to bent, a kettle drum ; 
I wish 1 was a giant to say aeu-fo-fi-faw-fum ; 
I wUU l was a captain to go sailing In a Bhlp; 
I wish I was a huntsman to crack u nice new whip. 
“ I wish ) was a horse to go sixty miles an hour; 
I wish I was the man that lives up in the lighthouse 
tower; 
I wish I was a sea gull with two long wings j 
I wish t was a traveler to see all sorts of things. 
'* I wish I was a carpenter; I wish I was a lord ; 
I wish l was a soldier with a pistol and a sword ; 
I wish I was the man that goes up high in the bal¬ 
loon ; 
1 wish, I wish, I wish l could bo something else, and 
soon!" 
But nil the wishing In the world Is not a bit of use : 
That littlo boy tills very day ho stands in his own 
shoos; 
That little boy Is still but little Master Whut-do-you- 
call, 
As much as If that littlo boy had never wished at all. 
Ho eats hls broad and butter, and lie likes It very 
much, 
Ho grubs about, and bumps hls head, and bowls Uis 
hoop and such; 
And bis father and hls mother they say, “ Thank tho 
gracious powers, 
Those wishes cannot wish away that little boy of 
ours !” [Good Things. 
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LITTLE MARY. 
A Story for the Children. 
Uotii tho father and mother of littlo Mary 
wore dead, and a woman had taken her who 
wna hard and unkind to her. She made tho 
child do hard work so that aho was faint and 
unhappy, and often cried, and wished she wore 
with her father and mother in heaven. 
In the winter little Mary often had to go out 
to tho woods to pick up sticks of wood, and if 
she did not bring enough into tho house, tho 
bad woman would sooUl her very harshly and 
even strike her. 
Once, when she was sent out into the woods, 
aho wont along crying, for though the winter 
was over, It was cold, and little MABY’B frock 
was Bliort and full of holes; she had not had a 
now one since the death of her parents. 
When she got Into the forest alie went to work 
Industriously, collecting tho dry branches, and 
stooped for them here and there till her little 
arm# could hold no more. Then she started for 
tho house, and came to an open spot in tho 
woods. Then aho saw a snowdrop under a tree, 
and as she was tired with walking and stooping 
so much, she sat down by the snowdrop and 
laid her load down beside It. As she sat there, 
looking at the flower, she said: “Dear little 
snowdrop, what a pretty green dress you wear, 
and how splendid It make# you look I You 
never freeze like me, poor child, In my ragged 
dress, and the bad woman will never give mo 
such a beautiful little white cap hs yours !" Say¬ 
ing this, she laid her little head down ou the 
bundle of sticks and begun again to weep till 
at Inst she went to sleep. Then she had a dream, 
and saw the gentle wind moving the snowdrop, 
and listened as it begun softly to ring and tinkle 
like a bell. Tim other snowdrops which were 
still under the ground asleep, heard the ring¬ 
ing and rubbed their ayes open, ami stretching 
their limbs, oarne out into daylight, and open¬ 
ing their bells, began also to ring softly with 
silvery tones, bo that the woods were full of 
strange, sweet sounds. But little Mary did not 
wake up again from her beautiful dream, but 
went dreaming to her fattier ami mother In 
heaven. 
The uext (lay, as they went to look for her, 
they found her dead, surrounded by blooming 
Bnowdrops, with a sweet smile on her pale, 
sweet face, wldch seemed to say, “All the sor¬ 
rows of earth are forgotten in the glories of 
heaven." And the snowdrops bail covered he r 
after her death with their green leaves, flow 
thankful wo ought to be to think that we have 
kind parents (as I hope my little readers all 
have) to clothe us arid take such good care of 
US. SOVILLE. 
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LETTERS FROM BOYS AND GIRLS. 
About Hired Girls. 
Mr. Editor:—I n reading your columns, I 
have noticed a great deal in regard to hired 
girls, about their being so saucy and indepen¬ 
dent. I will tell you why ; they have not had a 
chance to bo anything else. I, myself, am un¬ 
fortunate enough to he One of them; I never 
had but littlo chance to go to school; I had to 
take care of myself since I was twelve years old. 
Let your little girls, or larger ones if you have 
them, work as long in the kitchen as I have and 
see if they will always be in good humor and 
not be Baucy. If we had time to play on the 
piano, or walk out, at crochet, or take notes, 
perhaps we would be bettor qualified for our 
position. If mothers would give their daugh¬ 
ters more kitchen training, there would not bo 
so many cure less and slovenly housekeepers In 
our land; men would not have to go with their 
toes out, and children would be hotter oared 
for. Some people look at hired girls with dis¬ 
dain, and think they need no rest. I am almost 
persuaded to say they think wo have no souls, 
t have to work almost every Sunday and all 
through tho week, and the folks where I live 
think I have not done enough. You let your 
daughters have no better chance than T have 
had ; see how much better they will be. All I 
have heard since 1 can remember, is, " The min¬ 
ister and his family are coming here to dinner 
next Sunday," or some one else. They have a 
hired girl, and they can come just as well as 
not. They don’t, need to read any or have any 
time for improvement.—A Hired Girl. 
“Scarecrow of a Mustache.” 
In the Rural New-Yokher, some months 
ago, there appeared an article written by tho 
so-called “Cousin Johnnie," exclusively for 
the boys. 1 considered the points given, and 
thought them well-pointed, with the exception 
Of one or two. Now aa l am a boy, and as tho 
article has been written for such, 1 think it not 
more than rigid, for me to defend my rights. 
First, the “ Scarecrow of a mustache.’’ I would 
just simply ask “Cousin Johnnie" if she 
thought a false mustache of art would not ho 
more unmanly and more unbecoming than tho 
small “ scarecrow” (as she terms It) which na¬ 
ture brings forth? 1 think I hoar “Johnnie” 
remark, “ It Is.” Well, then, if this false mus¬ 
tache is yet more unbecoming than the little 
“scarecrow," how much more unbecoming, 
and in what, relation does the false mustache 
stand to the false bunch of hair which is so 
common for tho ladles of to-day to wear? Well, 
It's fashionable. Vos, fashion rules the day— 
there's the difference. I suppose, if it wore 
fashionable for a young man to have a small 
mustache, “Cousin Johnnie,” and many more 
of her kind, would think it manly enough.— 
Young Mustache. 
A Young Engraver. 
Hear Editor : I ntn a boy about IS years old. 
My fatiier has been one of your Rural readers 
for the last three years, and we all think tho 
Rural is a very valuable paper. I am at the 
business of engraving, ami as soon as wo get tho 
paper I always look at tho pictures. Tn the 
paper for the 5th of July there was a splendid 
picture, “The Dinner Horn." I have all the 
papers saved for the last two years. I hope all 
the boys and girls will do tho same, for it is nice 
to look at them to amuse yourself.— George L. 
xt flutter. 
ILLUSTRATED REBUS.-No. 4. 
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137“ Answer in two weeks. 
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BIBLICAL ENIGMA.—No. 1. 
I AM composed of 74 letters: 
My 13, 63, 1, 67, 78, 16 l# a name by which the 
Children of Israel are known. 
My 86, 50, 66, 8, one of tho judges of Israel. 
My 9,21,48,69 was where Peter was when he fell 
in a trance. 
My 18,38,116, 55 win what. Aaron made for a God. 
My 3, 8, 1, 28, '/A, grandfather to a part of the 
twelve patriarchs. 
My 1,8, 41,37,1, 1, 37, .50 was a murderer. 
My 7,21,36, 44, one of Saul's chief herdsmen. 
My 3, 72, 17, 6, 16, 64 was son of Shaphal. 
My 40, 60, 8,34, 45, 64, 74, 30, 66, 61 was King of 
Assyria. 
My 20,37, 43, 43, 49, 54 was King of Persia. 
My 60, (15, 48, 61 was one of the Judges of Israel. 
My 46, 10, 34, 64, 13, son of Nahor. 
My 25, VI, 9, 60,13, 56, 39, one of the sons of Levi. 
My 11, 32, 14, 37, 31, 70,27,8 was one of the seven 
churches of Asia. 
My 28,19,37,67, a wicked King of Israel. 
My 73, 49. 39. Ill, 18, 63, 28, 1 was the man who fell 
from a window while Paul was preaching. 
My 6, 71, 33, the priest and judge of Israel. 
My 64, 07, 70, 60, 59, 37, 17, one of King David’s 
mighty men. 
My 33,48, 67, mount near the border of Edom. 
My 18, 8, 60, 68, 1, one of the epics that Moses 
sent into I he land of Canaan. 
My 17,63,37,33, G4, 4ft was a great prophet. 
My 38, 47, f>4, 58, 49, 35 was Governor of Judea. 
My whole is a verse In the Hook of Matthew. 
ZW Answer in two weeks. Lute. 
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PUZZLER ANSWERS.-Aug. 2. 
Anagram No. 1.— 
Ye living friends, as you pass by, 
Well view tho grounds where you must He; 
As I am now so you must be; 
Prepare for death ami follow nie. 
Illustrated Hkbus No. 3.—Economy is the 
parent of independence. 
Problem No. 4. 30.63993 rods. 
WORD-PUZZLK NO. 3.—Lotus. 
