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A GOOD NIGHT. 
“ 1’i.l light you down the avenue— 
It is so dark!” she said, 
And held the lamp, with one white hand, 
Up high above her head. 
The light fell on her shining hair 
And on her lily face. 
And on her arm and shoulder, curved 
With such surprising grace. 
It fell upon a hit of vine 
And lattice, o’er her head, 
Upon a rose-bud at her throat. 
Of deep and brilliant red. 
And nil around was dark, rave where 
There shone the lamp's soft light— 
A glowing picture in a frame, 
A frame of sable night. 
I turned to look a hundred times— 
“ A beautiful tableau!” 
I called, and she laughed hack: “ Tako care! 
Bo careful how you go!" 
“ O Beauty mine!” I thought, “ how dark 
The world may ever he— 
However dark or cold—yet still 
it will be bright near thee !” 
And then I ran back through the dark, 
To kiss her once again; 
For sudden joy possessed my heart. 
Almost as keen as pain. 
[Appleton’s Journal. 
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STAY ON THE FARM. 
BY MIIS. B. 0. RUDE. 
Look at an American home, and see what 
can ho done by cultivation. When I look at 
one of our village homes, extending over a 
half aero, with house in the middle, fruit trees 
back, shade trees in front and flowers scattered 
everywhere, i feel like wishing thatftll of God’s 
broad acres were made to blossom as the rose. 
Look at a (lower bed and consider bow much 
beauty we manage to sprinkle into a square rod 
of ground when we choose. 
Let no tiller <>r the ground be ashamed of his 
brawny arm, sunburnt face, and hard, crocked 
hands. They arc marks of noble industry, ele¬ 
vating and refining labor. I f it is elevating and 
refining to paint Goii'S fields on can vas, or praise 
them in song, why not elevating and refining to 
tend thorn, Inhale their fragrance, anil draw in¬ 
spiration from their von' touch. The sweet- 
scented clover field, the waving grain, the rust¬ 
ling corn ; have they no charms except to the 
painter and the poet? Some men have the 
same warm passion for plowing that others 
have for preaching. It is their gift, and one not 
to be despised. No, to be honored rather. A 
creative genius lies in it. Home hold that, in 
order to make farming a success, one must 
think only of whetting his scythe and keeping 
fiio rails up. Or, if he admires a cow or a pig, 
it must bo only from a moneyed point of view! 
J. liave no such theory. I can see no reason 
why it. does not relax the mind, and fit a man 
for better labor on the farm, to listen to the 
larks In the morning, and the whip-poor-wills 
at night, as well as In any other profession. 
Then the farmer stands knee-deep In a clover 
field. A trm one will think of something be¬ 
sides crowding tint hireling just ahead with the 
point of his scythe to get an over-day's work. 
Let him swing his scythe gracefully, steadily; 
and, if it pleases him, let him watch tho clover 
heads as they Tall, and thank God that He 
made them grow so large, ami smell «o sweet, 
and look so beautiful. .lust that thought will 
rest him. If you have a passion for farming, 
let no false pride deter you from it. If you be¬ 
long to a family of six boys, and all of the rest 
take to professions, It is no reason why you 
should. Home one of you onaht to stay on the 
farm. If you are the hardiest, you are the one. 
I am in a farm-house now—a still old home¬ 
stead—which once was Ailed with the merry 
laughter of childhood. Gradually it settled 
down into the mature thoughtfulness of man¬ 
hood and womanhood. And now it has died 
out altogether. The children have gone, on« 
by one, and the old folks are alone. Any place 
seems terribly still and solemn after a gay party 
has just gone out. To father and mother it 
seems but yesterday that the children left for 
good, and the stillness grows stiller as years go 
by. Each yesterday seems sadder t ban the one 
before It. In this old homestead I have romped 
with the children, talked of ribbons and bows 
with the grown-up girls, and had a finger In all 
of the wedding cakes. Why did not am stay ? 
The house Is well furnished ; everything looks 
comfortable and tidy. Yes, fcOo tidily It looks. 
Everything is set back against the wall. There 
is r.o confusion in the dressing-rooms. Every 
book in the library Is placed where It belongs, 
every’ paper folded, and not even a noise in the 
whole house. The chambers—how orderly they 
are! They were never so when the girls ana I 
rummaged them. There is not even a rag stick¬ 
ing out of the bureau drawers, I wouldn’t stay 
in this Juju-, done for anything. Let me down 
stairs quick! There is uunty In the garden, 
gathering sunflower seeds, and undo in the 
woodshed shaving kindlings. How lonesome 
they look. I don’t wonder. For six weeks not 
eveu a letter has come to break in upon this 
dreadful stillness. Well, I must go too. I can’t 
stay if their own could not. The Helds are lying 
waste, the fences and roofs falling, and that old 
: couple going to their graves, as it were, child¬ 
less, because the boys all took to professions, 
and the girls to professional men. 
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SCHWARTZ SENTIMENTS. 
Many of the works of Madame Marik Sophie 
Schwartz have been reproduced from tho 
Swedish In this country. For the benefit of 
Rural readers, and t hat t hey may got a taste 
of her quality as a writer, wo glean the follow¬ 
ing sentiments from her books. 
“Ho we all think of our countrymen. Every 
nation considers Itself the best.” 
“Possibly; but it Is history that in this re¬ 
spect pronounces the verdict. A people who 
have fought and conquered heroically for in¬ 
dependence are in character a great people.” 
“ You ought not to forget, however, that 
Finland is now a Russian principality, ft, has 
not always issued victorious from the strife.” 
“ If was not conquered, but betrayed. 
Against force tho Finns would have fought to 
the last man; hut against guile and treason no 
heroism can provail.” 
“Live like a saint, ho chaste as the moon, 
pure as snow, harmless as a child, and you will 
still not escape slander, if you have the misfor¬ 
tune to excite envy in those of your sex.” 
“That which has been is not repeated. Noth¬ 
ing is more Impossible than to revive an ex¬ 
tinguished feeling.” 
“Every advantage that Is misused changes 
sooner or later Into an evil. This was the ease 
witli tho great, revolution. It had passed be¬ 
yond ail limits, and therefore from its bosom 
proceeded the power which again fettered 
France with absolutism," 
“ The ignorant are the wisest of men In judg¬ 
ing of the feelings of children or young people! 
They only porcolvo the expression, not the 
motives of them." 
“The most beautiful lips become ugly when 
they utter a condemnation of any master 
passion.” 
“We complain that humanity is low' and 
mean, that our times are demoralized. We are 
wrong. Wherever a good, commendable, or 
great deed is performed, people are ready to 
render it their respect, their sanction and ad¬ 
miration, and that so unconditionally that, even 
envy at such moments issileuced. We forgot 
ourselves to proclaim with juhilant Joy some 
distinguished trait in any of our fellow-beings.” 
“Von cannot, with your enlightened and 
unprejudiced mind, w ish to stamp tho dramatic 
career as despicable. The most ideal concep¬ 
tions and most beautiful compositions would 
have been as dead letters, had not thu singer 
or actor given lifo to them. It Is not, the opera 
that degrades and demoralizes; for I can re- 
main an honorable person anywhere and every¬ 
where, If I myself desire it . If I love art, t he 
beautiful that it embodies, and live exclusively 
for the noble purpose of trying lo incorporate 
myself truly and faithfully with everything 
elevated and sublime that I delineate as an 
artist, then I also remove my mind and 
thoughts from that which is low and de¬ 
grading,” 
“Resignation is a passive virtue; while on 
the other hand, the power to draw from the 
soil of suffering the flowers of joy is something 
heroic and great.” 
“The divine justice does not permit any vic¬ 
tory to ho won through crime. When the 
champions of liberty thought with murder and 
blood to hallow tho cause they embraced, they 
were as much mistaken as •when bigotry 
thought through the same means to hinder the 
progress of enlightenment. 
“ Neither political nor religious truth needs to 
solicit such means to conquer; for Its victory 
stands written in the heavens.” 
"Never yet has an earnest and good resolu¬ 
tion been lost without hearing fruit." 
“ What a folly it is for uny Individual to try 
to make himself tho absolute judge of literary 
productions, when the Impression of them de¬ 
pends upon different comprehension and taste! 
"To possess the right to express anything 
but our private opinion in such matters, we ' 
ought first to have pursued aesthetic studies 
and devoted our Lime and mental powers ex¬ 
clusively to literature. Then only have we 
acquired the culture that entitles us to pro¬ 
nounce upon the merits of any work, but how 
few there aro who could then occupy the judg¬ 
ment seat in the world of poetry and 1 iter— 
aturo." 
“There are persons who are only embittered 
by the good one does them, who arc tormented 
because they are under obligation to any one, 
and who become ill-disposed toward each and 
ail who place them under the necessity of ac¬ 
knowledging that they owe gratitude. This is 
the case with all selfish and egot istic persona." 
“Poverty, care ami need are the furies which 
tear tho inspiration to pieces and change the 
most beautiful creations of the fancy to frag¬ 
mentary rags, which do not even gl . <• u augges- J 
tlon of what they wore intended to produce.” 
JjUaiiiuj far tfu| f|oimg. 
CONCERNING A CERTAIN RED APPLE. 
Tiny “ Pink Bloom” on un apple bough 
Trembled one day as she heard, 
In the sweet song of a bird, 
How fluklo Zephyr and North Wind together 
Hts nest In the great mile hud stirred. 
Shaking her rosy wings lightly, 
Little coy Blossom then said, 
With a grave nod of her head : 
Will the rude ones presume to steal my perfume, 
When they come here with blustering tread ?” 
But now to a neighboring tree top 
Away tho llttlu bird flew. 
Never telling tier whether ho knew ; 
So Miss Blossom declared she’d, at least,, be pre¬ 
pared 
For the roughest, ofwvlnds that e’er blew. 
Alas for tho rosy wings folded 
When North Wind from over the sea 
Strode hastily cross the green lea; 
Only one word ho muttered ere Tiny Bloom flut¬ 
tered 
Till uever n wing could you sec—ah mo! 
And the leaves of the orchard went sobbing 
Soft to themselves all thut day, 
For lo! on the groen sward there lay 
Rose wings and snow wings that heedless tho foe 
flings 
Whereso his rude lingers stray. 
Shorn of her beauty is Tiny Bloom ; 
Only a little green ball 
Nods to the robin's gay call; 
But hid In her leafy bower, kissed by tho summer 
shower, 
Patiently waits she the Fall. 
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Up In the busy, fitr-awny city 
Uo! a dread pestilence walks— 
Through the hushed thoroughfare stalks ; 
And tho cry and the anguish of thousands xvlio 
languish 
No skill of tho learned man balks. 
Then out from the plague-smitten city, 
Where reveled the council of death, 
Regardh' "f rank or of wealth, 
The people 'looked madly to feel again gladly 
Their brows kissed by Nature’s pure breath. 
“ Rosy Cheeks” droopoth with juioy weight 
Where tiny “ Pink Bloom ” onco hung— 
Where the sad bluebird once sung • 
And sweet odors drinking,a student walks thinking 
Tho old gnarled fruit trees among; 
'When, wafted on wings of the North Wind, 
Cometh to Red Cheeks a call 
From the great mother of all; 
And steady grasp losing, she starts from his musing 
Tne scholar who notes her hard fall 
And, glancing from brown bough to grassy sward, 
Wonders, as never before. 
Whether the learning and loro 
Of the world’s history fathoms the mystery 
Of “ Red Cheeks ” upon that green floor, 
Wrapt in profound speculation, 
Asking tho wherefore and how, 
Under tho old apple hough, 
Lo! Newton evolves, in each sphere that revolves, 
Tho force wo cull gravity, now ! 
Ho the Apple revealed a deep secret 
That little a Blossom could show, 
Though rosy or white like the snow ; 
And Newton, by linking tho “ may hes” to think¬ 
ing, 
A great truth of nature could know. b. e. e. 
LETTER TO BOYS AND GIRLS. 
BY CORA CKESWELL. 
The first daily paper printed in the English 
language was published in London, in 1702, by a 
woman—one Elizabeth M a i.let. It was called 
the Daily Courant, and was not Issued as a 
Woman’s Rights paper, but “to spare the pub¬ 
lic at least half the impertinences which the 
ordinary papers contain.” 
I have no children of my own, but I am 
aunty to lots of them; and all of them think, 
“lots” of me. 1 am not a very old woman, 
either; in fact, were you to see me just now 
you would not think i was an old woman at 
all—and my heart Isas young os it was when I 
was many years younger. And that is the rea- 
s ui I love to talk with and amuse those more 
youthful than myself. 1 live in a beautiful part 
of Long Island, near New York, in a very heal¬ 
thy neighborhood -so healthy that f lic people 
here live to a groat uge. 
Rut that is not the subject of my letter. I 
was going to toll you about my pots, hoping 1 
may bo able to interest you. 1 have a Canary, 
of course, who Is a sweet, and powerful singer— 
and gold fish I have kept until I wearied of 
them, I have a fine black home who will oat 
out of my hand, and who goes like the wind, 
sometimes so fast, l mean, and I love him 
best of all. There aro two dogs, also ; one is a 
quiet, harmless sort, of fellow, a Setter, and the 
other is a ferocious Ht. Bernard, with a good 
deal ol’ the bull-dog In him. I do not put him 
much, but keep him tied the most of tne t ime. 
However, I do know a young Indy who prefers 
a pet bull-dog to any other kind. I had, also, n 
bluck-ana-tari, who used to catch Utile chick¬ 
ens and bury them alive. It is a positive fact, 
[or I caught him at it one day, just in time to 
save tho lifo of tiie screeching little victim. 
Alter that t had him sent away to the city 
where lie could not get at little chicks so easily. 
I have pets among the barn-yarn tribe also, 
sumo of which I name after the old Greeks and 
Romans, Just for fun, you know. [ am talking 
about ducks and chickens iinw ; geese and tur¬ 
keys and guinea fowls arc plenty enough in 
this neighborhood. Rut, In our place, we have, 
of the fowl kind, the Ruff Coot,inn, the Par¬ 
tridge Cochins, the Leghorns, the D«rk. Brah-‘ 
mas and the Light Brahmas, One of my favor¬ 
ites is “Julia,” a beautiful buff hen, who Is so 
motherly and nice and goes about all day, talk¬ 
ing to herself, like an old granny, that she 
makes me laugh. There is a fine buff rooster 
named “ Gen. Grant," who weighs about thir¬ 
teen pounds, and holds ids head very high; 
but my pet Is a Dark Brahma, very tame—will 
oat out of my hand; his name is “Ctesar.” 
1 am afraid my letter will be too long, but I 
just want to mention a beautiful whtteeowl 
had, all spotted with black ; she was such a 
pet, and I cried when she was sold to a butcher. 
Speaking of a cow reminds .me of some funny 
iolk.t talking of “ the tune the old cow died 
onthat cow must have been the one Mother 
Goose tells about—you remember 
“ There was a piper had it cow. 
He had no liny to give her— 
He took tits pipes and played a tunc: 
‘ Consider, old cow, consider! ’ ” 
So, When I sec a cow chewing her cud, I al¬ 
ways think "lie Is ronxldrri up. Well, I can play 
tho “ tune the old cow died on ” on the piano, 
and l made some silly words to suit it, out of 
my own head—tho way the boy said ho made 
tho pig-pen, you know. Here they aro; 
Mooly cow is dying—going very fast! 
Now she •* kicks the bucket” milking days are past. 
Doleful Is her music—listen to her now— 
“ Moo-haw! moo-haw! moo-haw!” she’s a dead old 
cow. 
Almost as good as Mother Goose, is it not? 
Well, if tile Editor does not refuse to print this 
ridiculous letter, and you like it, why, perhaps 
I may write you another sometime. What do 
you say ? 
New Utrecht, L. I., Got., 1 H 7 H. 
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LETTERS FROM BOYS AND GIRLS. 
From a Stupid Printer Boy ! 
. T> • * -’ N • Y '1 187;s. 
Mr. Proprietor 
Dear Sir: I find among the many exchanges 
ot me Gazette, your neat paper, i thought i 
would write ami nsk you If you wanted any help 
i would like very much to get a situation on 
your paper l have worked for the p .at 1 years 
on one paper setting type and can give good 
recommendations i am willing t,o work for .’Jo 
cents per thousand *, price dear sir If you wish 
any help please to lot iuo kimwoud oblige yours 
No, wo don’t want, any boy or man who has 
worked in a printing office four years and docs 
not yet know bettor than to write tho personal 
pronoun with a little I, or cannot punotuate 
better than you do, Hucli a body Is too stupid 
to find employment in our composing room, 
and ought to be indicted for hts ignorance- for 
a printing office, and especially a composing or 
type-setting room, Is one of tho best of schools 
in the land. The truth Is that any lovei-hended 
boy ought to know bettor than to perpetrate 
such blunders after being in a printing office a 
month, and we are amazed to receive a com¬ 
munication like unto tho above. Any boy or 
young man who desires to rise in the world 
should look to his I”s and (J’s, and not ” Torgct 
to remember” that punctuation, orthography 
and capitalizing are Important requisites to 
success. Count ry and city hoys should remem¬ 
ber this, uud note that many a fortune is mar¬ 
red or lost by inattention to details. The young 
of both sexes should lie careful, in writing even 
the most simple or ordinary unto or letter, to 
be accurate in all respects. 
TRANSPOSITIONS-No. 1. 
Transpose a lowehair and leave implements. 
Transpose to empty and leave medicine. 
Transpose to exist and leave filthy. 
Transpose small animals and leave a part. 
Transpose t fruit and leave to cut. 
Transpose one article ol' apparel and leave 
another. 
Transpose a fruit and lea ve u protuberance. 
Transpose an apartment and leave a desolate 
! field. 
Transpose a conjunction and leave a boy’s 
nickname. 
. Transpose a woman and lcavo manufactured. 
Transpose an article used in building and 
leave part of a league, 
Behead and transpose what young ladles de¬ 
sire and leave to wonder. JACOB M. Sherk. 
i-£/~ Answer in two weeks. 
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MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA.-No._9. 
I am composed of !J0 letters : 
My 1, 10, 13, lit, 32 is a fur-bearing animal. 
My 20, 24, !’•, 8, 5 is a large person. 
My 20, 12, y, 11, 2.5, 21 is a book in the Bible. 
My is, (i. Is, 2 '.i is watch for danger—caution. 
My 17,11, 27, I, 0, not these. 
My 2il, 8, 8, 20,11,33 is peril. 
My 20, 21, 28, 8 Is a sea fowl. 
My 23, 11, 3, 83,17, U is famine. 
4 ,v 7,0,0,24, 12, a boy s nickname. 
My whole is a sentence from the Scriptures. 
Answer in two weeks. e. b. 
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PUZZLER ANSWERS.-Oct. 18. 
Problem No. 11. — 
1 50.974807 rods. 
I 18.811408 “ 
Miscellaneous Enigma No. 8.~Dinosis tU~ 
phantoulen. 
Word-Puzzle No. 4.—Passenger Pigeon. 
