MOOSE’S BUBAL UEW-YORKER. 
OLD LOVES. 
LOUISE, have yon forgotten yet 
The corner of tin? flowery land,— 
The ancient garden where we met, 
My hand that trembled i a your hand V 
Our lips found words scarce sweet enough, 
As low beneath the willow trees 
Wo sat,—have you forgotten, love? 
Do you remember, Love Louise? 
Marie, have you forgotten yet 
The loving barter that we made — 
The rings we changed, the suns that set, 
The woodlands full of song anil shade: 
The fountains that wore musical 
Ry many an ancient trysting-troe? 
Marie, have you forgotten all ?, 
Do you remember, Dove Marie ? 
Christine, have you forgotten yet 
Your room, with scent of roses gay, 
My garret, —near the sky 't was set,— 
Tho April flours, the nights of May, 
The clear calm nights; the stars above, 
That whispered—they were fairost seen 
With no cloud veil—remember, love; 
Do you remember. Love Christine? 
Louise Is married, and—well-a-day !— 
Marie a sadder road has tn’en ; 
And pale Christino has passed away. 
In Southern suns to flower again! 
Ah me, for one and all of us! 
Marie, Christine, Louise forget; 
Our bower of love is ruinous. 
And I alone remember yet! 
©ur j&m'jr-SMIqr. 
BUYING A VASE. 
A. STOItY FOR YOUNG WIVES. 
BY HOWE HENNING. 
Pretty little Carrie CLKWERsat In herkitch- 
on, meditating. Six months before you would 
have been introduced to her as Carrie Mills; 
hut she Is wearing new dignities now, and it 
must be confessed, most worthily. It was not 
u common kitchen, either. There was n respect¬ 
able air about it, as if it wore its best clot hes 
every day, that only belongs to kitchens in the 
beginning of housekeeping. There were no de¬ 
facing nail murks either, or circles like pale, 
yellow moons where the good man’s hat hud 
adorned It many a year. It was so fresh and 
clean with the slanting rays of the September 
sun checkering its newly-painted floor, or play¬ 
ing in the fantastic groups the leaf shadows 
made over the polished surface. 
And, meditating, as we before remarked, 
attlid thd brightness and tlm shadows, sat the. 
little mistress. When Harry O lkwkr first 
asked her to share his fortunes, CARRIE was 
aware that t hat article was most ly to lie found 
In the broad bands that then trembled In tmpa- 
licni waiting for the answer. But when she 
looked Into the lover’* brown eyes and read 
there the promise of peace, site did not. hesi¬ 
tate. What would be the world full of bank 
stock to her if HARRY had noBharea? And she 
had never'“regret ted her answer. 
But. all the morning, as her voice kept time to 
I lie clatter of milk pan, or with slower cadence 
followed the measure of her broom, her loving 
heart devised some pleasant surprise for its 
liege lord. Sometimes it was an apple pudding, 
again, a pair of slippers made by her cunning 
fingers, ami even sided by the same workwoman. 
The same lingers,too, were always finding ways 
of beautifying, until their little home blossom¬ 
ed much more in the character of a rose than 
did the rich Mrs. Broad's sumptuous parlors. 
It was Ibis last named apartment in Carrie’s 
home that was the strain of her meditat ions 
just at present; and as if to assist herself to a 
dearer view of t he ease, she rose now and open¬ 
ed the dour leading into that state room. It 
\a as bright, like the other, but lacking the home 
air, of course. There was a green and oak car¬ 
pet, the six cane-bottomed chairs and green 
lounge, the round table with its album and few 
books upon it, and the horsehair rocking chair 
that every country dame counts among the es¬ 
sentials. “ But it looks bare some way," mused 
Carrie, at. the door thinking, meanwhile, how 
easy and cheerful Mrs. Mean's looked last even¬ 
ing, when they took ton there, forgetting t hat 
Mrs. M. had been putting a home air Into hers 
for several years. "It needs a picture and cur¬ 
tains and a mirror,and that mantel wants a few 
fancy things different from those straw frames 
and a grass bouquet. If I had Mrs. Broad's 
money, I fancy I would show I otter taste ; but 
there is no use. It isn’t likely we shall ever 
have anything except, what we earn; Harry 
isn’t the kind to get rich." 
Dear, generous fellow, Indeed he wasn't! And 
"earning it," Carrie had got to learn, waswhat 
made t heir litt le so sweet. 
II. must have been the shadow of the unused 
parlor that the little woman carried back to her 
seat in the low rocking chair. Certainly, the 
kitchen did not look as bright, as it had half an 
hour before. What she might have come to if 
left to herself, we cannot toll; for at that mo¬ 
ment the gate latch clicked, and a burden-bear¬ 
er made his way through ft. Now, among the 
few antipathies of honest II arry, Carrie knew 
that against peddlers to be one of the strongest. 
Her first, thought was, “ How shall I get rid of 
him?" but a second glance showed the board 
balanced on his head, and the pretty toys and 
vases glistening in the sun, and she wavered. 
“ Has the line lady any old clothes for tne to¬ 
day 1" asked a voice belonging to the dark Jew¬ 
ish face that now made its appearance in the 
doorway. 
“Old clothes,” thought Carrie; “does he 
think I look like that?" 
And indeed, the sharp, black eyes were scan¬ 
ning. rather quizzically, every corner, as if in 
pursuit of the age Lassie deprecated. 
“No,” she said aloud, and with a touch of 
hesitation the quick ear of the vender of wares 
detected. 
“ Please, lady, look at the pretty things,” be 
urged, suiting the action to words by lowering 
the load ; and as he did so, the shining sun rays 
caught in u pair of crimson vases, and Carrie's 
heart was lost at once. 
“Just the thing for any parlor mantel,” she 
incautiously exclaimed. “Mrs, Broad herself 
has not anything more beautiful. Are they 
real ?” she continued. 
“Pure Bohemian, lady. Shust vot I says,” 
asserted hoof the mahogany visage without a 
twinge in the place his conscience used to oc¬ 
cupy years agone. 
“Oh, what will you take for them? How 
much are they worth in money?" 
“ They vupI) not for money, lady—old clothes." 
“ But T haven’t any.” 
“ No bed quilts, blankets, lady?" 
Carrie mentally reviewed her stores, and dis¬ 
missed them to their shelves ngain. 
“No, no, nothing of the kind,” 
“ No coats, shawls, fine top boots, lady ?” 
A sudden thought! A gift from an aunt at 
her marriage had been a gay, plaid woolen 
shawl. This, of course, had thrown Into the 
shade the good Bay Ktate of solid colors that 
had heretofore served all purposes of warmth 
and beauty. Why not part with this last? It 
was not a necessity, and t he ruby vase tempting 
her, was fast becoming one. She went for the 
shawl. 
“Though, of course, I shall get more than the 
vase for It,” she thought. 
But the wily tradesman balanced it on his 
hand, held it tip to the light suspiciously, and 
finally said “ Well, lady, I may let ye have the 
von vase for 1 bees; hut It be very sheep, very 
Rheep indeed.” 
The contusion of the whole matter of course 
wes, thrift the unworthy Jew departed with the 
shawl safely stowed away in his pack, leaving 
Carrie looking after him from the doorway 
with the coveted treasure in her hand, and feel¬ 
ing much a - if she hud sold her birthright. Then 
she went into the parlor and tried it on every 
part of the mantel, but somehow it did not fill 
as large a space in reality as It. had in imagina¬ 
tion, and she went back dissatisfied. 
At first, she thought Bhe would not tell Har¬ 
ry ; buthe noticed the little cloud, and soon 
elicited the whole story. “ Lei me see the bau¬ 
ble,” was all his comment. “Why, here’s a 
t rack in the cup! Never trade with a Jew, my 
Carsik, unless your eyes are wide open." Then, 
seeing t he tears start for her disappointment, 
added. “Never mind; the experience is the 
wise teacher, after all.” 
It is wonderful what value a lost article ac¬ 
quires. Carsi if’s mother came the next day to 
assist, in covering a lounge. After the tjely 
chintz ruffle was in place, the old lady said; 
“Now, Carrie, this fills such a cosy corner in 
your kitchen, that Harry will be always drop¬ 
ping down 11 pop it. You had better spread 
something over It. Where's your old blanket 
shawl ? That's Just the thing ?” 
“ Where ?" sureenougli J Cassie didn’t know. 
She contented herself with saying, “By-and- 
by ;" but as the old lady was of a vigorous dis¬ 
position, she was obliged to equivocate, saying 
she believed it was not there yet; site had left 
it. somewhere, and the subject was dismissed. 
But I ho next week, when Sister Lottie came 
over with the children to spend the day, it was 
in demand again. 
“ Spread your old woolen shawl down, Car- 
sir ; then baby won't hurt, his nose so often." 
“ Won’t, this comfort,able tfo just as well?’’ 
“ Why. Carrie Cleaver, your new calico com¬ 
forter I Don't begin housekeeping by such ex¬ 
travagance, or what will you bring Harry to?” 
and the thrifty sister grew quite eloquent. But 
Carrie hud to do the best she could again in 
accounting for the missing article. 
In the course of the day her sister spied the 
new ornament, and viewing It with a critic’s 
eye, ” Hoped she did not give many cents for 
that sham,—i racked too, so that it wouldn't 
hold water.” 
The glitter even Ava»coming off her gold. But 
the revealing of tills base metal was yet before 
her. 
Sittingin tho same sunny kitchen, a few weeks 
later, when the increasing chill rendered the 
crackling fire a need, two ladies called upon her. 
“ We are getting up a box to send to a city 
missionary Tor distribution : tills frosty air 
makes one think Of the poor," said Mrs. Mor¬ 
gan, draising near the stove. 
“And wo knew you would be glad to assist,” 
added Mrs. Niles. " We only came to toil you 
of our plan to-day. Come to the meeting next 
Friday and bring ivhateyer 5011 find you can 
spare." 
“If you only had that shawl, now',”said Har¬ 
ry, when told of the plan, “ henv warm it 
would keep some poor body's shoulders." Har¬ 
ry did not mean harm, of course. He was only 
a sad blunderer, like some other men, and could 
not know this was Carrie's first thought, or the 
tears she shed. 
Friday afternoon came, and Carrie, with a 
little bundle, started for the meeting. 
“ I thought perhaps you would feel disposed 
to give your old shawl," said her sister, meeting 
her at the door; “but you have not got it, I 
sco.” 
Mrs. Niles was directress, and read a letter 
from tho city missionary who had gone from 
their quiet town, and in whom ail felt an Inter¬ 
est., tolling of such scenes of suffering and want 
as brought, many a tear to tho eye, and closing 
with the ever solemn words, “ Inasmuch as ye 
have done it to one of those, ye have done it to 
me." 
“ Miss Srear will put on tho list tho gifts of 
each, to be kept. Mrs. H. Cleaver, two aprons 
and a tlannel sack. Ahem!” called tho active 
directress, and Casrle felt as though sho ivas 
the lump sticking in the good lady’s throat. 
“Don’t, don't, Carrie," said Harry that, 
evening as, after telling her story through 
many teats, the impulsive ivifo took up the un¬ 
offending vase, to commit, it to destruction. 
"This shall be its place," and the young hus¬ 
band gently placed it on t|ic kitchen mantel 
over the little tin bank they hiul nailed up for 
missionary money. “It shall stay there, to 
teach us both a lesson, that all gifts are talents 
for which we must account to our own con¬ 
science and to our Master." 
Years haw passed since then, Carrie no 
longer sits in the kitchen alone of an afternoon, 
—but in the family sitting room of the tasteful 
home they now call theirs. Visitors see a ruby 
A-aso standing on a bracket alone, and under it 
the tin mission box, and sometimes in the twi¬ 
light the little ones gather about mamma's 
chair to listen to the oft-repeated story of the 
shnivl that was lost, the lesson Avon. 
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WIT AND WISDOM. 
A man in this city has spent £20,000 to color 
Ills nose pink. 
Every dog has ids day. Noav's the time— 
these are dog-days. 
The secret of fashion is to surprise, never to 
disappoint .—Ii id wcr. 
Book-keeping may lie taught in a lesson of 
three words never lend them. 
In those times ive fight for ideas, and news¬ 
papers are our fortress.—Heine. 
A Western paper speaks of a duel between 
two “jackasperated individuals.” 
Liberality consists less in giving profusely 
than in giving judiciously.— Bruyerr, 
Repose and cheerfulness are the badge of the 
gentleman—repose in energy. —Emerson. 
Prize-fighters’ challenges always contain 
the appropriate words, “ moan business." 
Aristotle says there is one thing which 
God cannot change, and that is yesterday. 
Take away ambition and vanity, and ivhere 
will be your heroes and patriots? Seneca. 
Literary men can never be sure of having 
said a smart thing unless they see tho “ proof.” 
The Ohio Bii'or lias a remarkably long face. 
It Is twelve hundred miles from its head to its 
mouth. 
He ivho is only in good health, and is willing 
to Avork,*has nothing to fear in this world.— 
Le*Hng. 
No gift of God docs or can contradict any 
other gift, except by misuse or misdirection.— 
Cnlcrhtuf. 
Mrs. Bsidkinr says her husband is a three- 
handed man—right hand, left hand, and a little 
behindhand. 
A Danbury man's highest ambition is to get 
money enough to buy a place In the hearts of 
his country men. 
“I COME to steal," as the rat obsorved to the 
trap. “Audi spring to embrace you,” as the 
trap replied to the rat. 
A YOUNG man’s friends object to his being 
loose, but somehow they have an equal objec¬ 
tion to his being tight. 
At a coroner's inquest a witness ivas asked 
“What ivas the last thing seen by the de¬ 
ceased ?” " Kerosene,” was the reply. 
IlA\ r E the courage to he ignorant of a great 
many tilings, in order to avoid the calamity of 
being ignorant of everything. - Sydney Smith. 
The earth, dust of the universe, is inspired 
by the work of the great God. The world is 
brimming with life; every leaf on every tree is 
a land of spirits. Jr* 11 Paul. 
Mil Josh Billings philosophically remarks 
1 hat we luff at sheopbecauzc when one of them 
leads the way all the rest follow, however ri- 
dikills it may lie; and I suppose the sheep 
laff when they see us do the very same thing. 
Washington Irving yuco, when picking up 
an apple under a tree in his own orchard, was 
accosted by an urchin of the neighborhood, 
who, not recognizing him aa the proprietor, of¬ 
fered to show him a tree w here he could get 
some better apples than those. “But," said 
the hoy, “ avc must take care the old man 
does’nt see us.” I w ent w ith him, said I rving, 
and we stole, a dozen of my own apples. 
The common burden of humanity, which we 
have all to bear more or less, must be heaviest 
in those whose mental powers are the earliest 
midmost widely unfolded. We may grow up 
under the sheltering care of parents and kin¬ 
dred; we may lean on parents and friends; 
avc may be amused by acquaintances; we may 
be made happy by those we love—yet to this 
conclusion do avc come at last—that man is 
turned back on himself.— Goethe, 
OUR BROKEN CISTERNS. 
Dear Lord, give us to drink 
Tho fount that flows from Thee: 
The pool within whose brink 
Thy tender love Is free. 
Our hand-made wells are dry; 
O ; r cisterns broken all; 
No cloud within the sky 
Gives hope of rain to fall. 
How vain our work has been 
Since wo forsook Thy ways; 
How great has grown the sin 
Of living godless days! 
We left Thy living spring, 
A flood from out the rock, 
To seek a stagnant thing 
AY hose bitter waters mock. 
No bloom of flower was there, 
Or creeping vine of green; 
Tho earth, n desert hare. 
Had choked tho sluggish stream. 
We know there Is a pool 
From which our mothers drew 
Sweet waters fresh nnd cool 
As morning’s sparkling dew. 
Oh, lead us buck, we prey, 
And quench our thirst again ; 
Tench ua to And the way 
Which leads from death and pain. 
lJr. Fuller-Walker tn Liberal Christian. 
-- 
THE BIBLE. 
The literature of that little Judean band, 
done up in so small a compass often that your 
vest-pocket can carry the whole of It, has a 
Avlder, deeper, more helpful influence on the 
world than all literature besides. It does more 
to elevate, to cheer, to bless. Think of tho 
countless persons who daily read It, and with a 
prayerful reverence that lays them open to its 
rich Impressions. The sick call for it. The 
dying cling to It as to an anchor. Sorrow com¬ 
munes Avitii it, and finds u consoling light shin¬ 
ing to illumine its tears. The pilgrim in tho 
wilderness ami desert wipes the dust from its 
pages and refreshes himself from the fountain 
of Its grace. The sailor carries It to sea, tho 
soldier into battle, the explorer to the virgin 
soil lie discovers ; and each deems it a link that, 
amid the perils of time, securely ties the soul 
to things eternal. The sun, in all Us fair cir¬ 
cuit, acts not from its gleaming page. Half of 
Christendom are named with its cherished 
names—Jacob, Joseph, David and John, Eliza¬ 
beth and Mary—and show forth that they have 
also bcou invested with its spirit. Its terms 
aroused to bless tlm new-born babe; its pre¬ 
cepts arid spirit to train the growing child ; 
the mother puts It into tho hand of the young 
man as lie goes out. from the old home, who 
lives by its spirit, walks by its counsels, resists 
temptation by its power, gets a good name and 
fame by being its true disciple, grows old in 
the joy of its hope, and dies easy and content 
in the triumph of Its faith ; whilst, a tombstone 
bearing some significant text, tells whore his 
ashes repose. To the poor It is riches, and to 
the rich it is superior wealth. It tells of God, 
and is full of fore-gleams of u better country. 
If to a single soul, then to millions, it has been 
and is all this, and time but develops thestores 
of its higher wisdom and purer influence. 
■-♦♦♦■- 
PATERNAL GOVERNMENT. 
The highest form of goA r ernnient is paternal; 
and paternal government is personal. It is 
coercive, vindicatory, and even avenging at 
times, and therefore it is pain-inflicting; but it 
is distinctively and peculiarly a government 
that means good, end good to the very end. 
No blind philosophical Ideal stands up in the 
presence of the Dl\ r luo Being as something 
more beautiful, more excellent than the wel¬ 
fare of his subject*. There is nothing so im¬ 
portant. before God as mankind. The supreme 
purpose, the Alpha and Omega, the beginning 
and the end of the divine paternal government 
over men, is their value. 
But does uot God seek his oAvn glory ? That 
is his glory. What is the glory of a father but 
his children? What is the glory of a mother 
blither household? Whoever feels in his oAvn 
achievements the same Joy and elevation that 
lie feels In learning that those Avho sprang from 
his loins, and whom he has, by cure, by labor, 
and often by suffering, brought, up to man¬ 
hood, stand well equipped in life, and are hon¬ 
ored by their fellow-man ? Where is there any 
diadem that crowns a father’s head as his chil¬ 
dren do? And what is there that God looks 
upon arui sees to be more beautiful and glorious 
than the trooping millions that come from all 
worlds and all periods of time, seeking the 
heavenly gate, and crying out, “Father! 
Father 1 Father!” 
it is to this end that the divine personal gov¬ 
ernment uses poAver, punishment and reward, 
fear and hope. It is that they may work to¬ 
gether Tor the good of all Avho belong to tne 
household of God.— H. W, Beecher. 
-- 
If thou Avouldst bear thy neighbor's faults, 
cast thine eyes upon thine own.— Moline. 
CUSTOM may lead a man into many errors ; 
but it justifies none.— Fielding. 
