MOOBE’S BUBAL WEW-YOBKEB. 
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parties’ |oiitfoliff. 
ONLY A GRAVE. 
irr mkjxox. 
Only a little lonely grave, 
Out on the hillside drear. 
Only a childish voice hushed. 
That oaee made music here. 
Only a Mother's sad, siul face. 
Pressed close to the window pane. 
That she might see that lonely grnve. 
Where her darling long had lain. 
Her darling still, tho’ years have passed, 
Since sh# laid her away to rest; 
And others have oomo. hut fulled to HU 
That void In hur aching breast. 
But she patiently waits her summons homo. 
With a smile that is teuder und fond, 
As she dreams of the bliss so surely hers 
When she enters the “Bright Beyond.” 
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WILL IT PAY? 
A whiter In the Rural New*Yorker ask9 — 
“If tt pays to decorate our tables with fruit 
and flowers?” Does It pay? Yes, Esther, 
a thousand times, yosl Me assured it always 
pays richly to make home as attractive as pos¬ 
sible to husband, children, and friends ; and no 
less to yourself. If you have the labors of a 
household on your hands, and Its cares und wor¬ 
ries on your heart you need all the beauty and 
sweetness within your reach to lift your spirit 
up out of Its never-ceasing round of dully du¬ 
ties. Your boys and girl* need all the influences 
that will help to make their homo the most at¬ 
tractive as well as dearest and most Jovtngcon- 
ter of Interest In this peculiarly restless ago. 
Your home may be a model of industry and 
neatness, (without which all else were vain,) 
yet lack tho air of refinement you Instinct¬ 
ively long for, and think, perhaps, cannot be 
had without wealth arid leisure. 
There are very few people that huvo not a 
natural love of flowers and pictures; it is a 
universal treat In childhood, and would be 
equally so among adults If It woro not smoth¬ 
ered and killed for want of culture. If mothers 
would cultivate l his natural love of bounty In 
their children they would flml It a powerful 
home influence to help them from the dan¬ 
gerous and vicious attractions of the outside 
world, which will sooner or later tempt then, 
from her sldo. 
(Son has not only given us this instinctive 
love of grace and beauty, but has ministered 
to It most lavishly In all Ills works ; and In the 
more minute examination of Ills hidden crea¬ 
tions, marvelous beauty Is what everywhere 
strkcii us most strongly. Sympathize with 
your little one, tired mother, when he or she 
brings in tlie cheerful, suu-luylng dandelion to 
show you; aud do not think It lost time to stop 
long enough to inhale the fragrant breath of 
the great handful of clover blossoms; pause 
long cnotign to show her howto And the Idny 
cups that hold the honey which the bee seeks 
in their rosy depths. The materials for beauti¬ 
fying home are abundant and free ; so that tho 
poorest, most modest homestead may easily 
be adorned with flowers and pictures of beauty 
that no artist can excel; for is not the perfect 
copy of n flower or u basket of beautiful fruit 
a very gem of art? Yes! busy housewife and 
mother, I say easily, simple flowers that require 
but little time to cultivate vines that grow for 
the planting, and that may lie trained in five 
minutes of your precious time; wild-wood 
flowers, ferns and autumn leaves and mosses 
that your little ones will delight to gather, and 
group under your directing eye, while you sew 
or knit, will brighten anti beautify your home, 
just as much as tho flowers that the rich use 
so profusely to decorate their elegant rooms, 
and on which they depend more foreffect than 
all else their wealth can buy, Tho simplest 
combinations often form the most lovely 
effects; for example, a saucer of the bright 
red squawberrlos cm their pretty wines, in a 
plate of soft green moss, or with a border of 
grey lichens; or a vase of ferns os a back¬ 
ground to a cluster of bright autumn leaves. 
1 have a few cholco pictures in my modest 
little home, but the most perfect and beauti¬ 
ful among them have been a bracket on the 
wall, with a little china vase that held a few 
sprigs of myrtle and bright berries, with long 
sprays of tho myrtle drooping and twined 
about the bracket. Another that delighted all 
eyes was a tall porcelain vase on t he mantle 
containing three sprigs of dark glossy leaves, 
and a single cluster of scarlet geranium, with 
long sprays of myrtle drooping down to tho 
mantle; another bracket contains a vase of 
ferns, and my never-failing ruby berries, with 
grey lichens around the base, These all keep 
for weeks by putting charcoal in the water, and 
filling up as needed. The grand geranium is 
invaluable, hardy, a free constant bloomer, and 
Its large full clusters last so long it Is my chief 
ally. 
E. H. asks “ if we can afford to put flowers on 
our tables for ornament as a habit; and if we 
who do find by experience that It is appre¬ 
ciated, and whether \p seems to lift (he souls 
of any of the family up higher, whether it 
softens and refines rough natures, or whether 
it makes more content the sensitive soul who 
shrink from the common surroundings of 
farmer life?” Yes, inevitably] but it is the 
life-time growth, save to the dollcate, sensitive i 
child who will be benefited every ho ir. Do j 
notask whother your husband, or possibly big 
coarse boys will express pleased appreciation ; 
on the contrary they may pooh at your efforts, 
yet they will suroly in time, or In eternity, feel 
the refilling influence of a tustoful, well-or¬ 
dered home. 1 have yet to see the man who I 
think would not be pleased to find a tiny, fra¬ 
grant cluster of mignonettes and sweet peas, 
or pansies and geranium leaves, in i wine-glass 
by his plate, when he cornea in from tin* field 
or work-shop to his meals. The proof of 
thoughtful love, and the quiet assumption 
that he doea earn for them will in most cases 
please and gratify more than you think, espe¬ 
cially on l)irth-day* and anniversaries ; and tho 
woman who does this will not be likely to fail 
in habitually putting on a neat collar in the 
mocnlng, and making herself tidy for the. eyes 
of her husband and children. 
1 fear thero are but. fe.v, perhaps not oue In 
a thousand, who do thus use flowers on their 
tables, or In their rooms; I mean living rooms, 
not parlors alone ; but If It Is a “habit "they 
will feel they cannot do otherwise. I am not 
a farmer’s wife, but am a farmer's daughter, 
and as u minister's wife, a long experience 
among all classes in city und country, has 
given largo opportunities for observation, and 
I know where there are flowers und tastcful- 
ness generally, I expect to find culture of mind 
aud swootness of spirit in sotne If not all the 
household. I know how inviting a fine dish of 
fruit always looks either In dining or sitting- 
room. 
Farmers'wives, you love to be hospitable; 
do not forget this tempting addition to your 
well-filled tables. Mo sure your guests would 
be glad to see a portion of the pies and cakes 
set aside to make room for it. Do not offer it, 
if at all, in a tin-pan set back on the kitchen 
table, as I have more than once seen, but take 
your boot large dlsli, glass or china, and select 
fair, handsome fruit, polish the apples till 
they shine, und U' you huvo pears and grape* 
pile them up generously with a leaf, if in sea¬ 
son here, and there amid the grapes; and you 
have a picture to delight the eye, no less than 
to tempt the appetite, one that your friends 
will gratefully appreciate, I know, too, how 
much this home culture In little tiling* helps 
to muko our own home the brightest, most at- 
1 radiive of all place* to me and mine, and 
why it is all our friends think our house—no 
matter whore or what it is to externals, u so 
nice and pleasant.” 
Reside all this present advantage and enjoy¬ 
ment, J know that in future years when my 
children have gone out from their early home, 
and I perhaps have passed away from earth, 
my memory will be associated in their hearts 
with these brightest and sweetest, features of 
mother and home. And who shall say the In¬ 
fluence will not bo elevating and refining on 
their lives aud character*? 
Mothers 1 “ will It not pay ” to have a favor¬ 
ite flower, or rosy-ebueked apple bring pleasant 
thoughts of you and homo to the hearts of 
your boys when they are men and far away 
from you ? v. A. i>. 
Pierpont, Ohio. 
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AMERICAN WOMEN IN EUROPE. 
I WOULD say to husbands and bridegrooms 
coining to Europe, “ Leave your wives at 
borne.” In the matter of keeping down cx- 
penae, you’ll have your hands full without 
them. You will at times have them more than 
full. Alone, und you may Lie able to resist 
temptation, but when you bring her with you, 
you simply scuttle your llmitieial craft, at the 
bottom, set. it on fire atop and light your can¬ 
dles at either end. Married men have told rue 
i hose things iu confidence. They say that, once 
in London or Paris, the woman’s financial 
sense and courage desert tier entirely. She 
runs mad financially mad. What she can’t 
spend she gives away to beggars, street mu¬ 
sicians—anybody who is by to take the cash. 
TO let her out on Regent or Oxford streets with¬ 
out a keeper is for hur to return in two hours 
without a shilling, and in another hour a van 
drives up to your lodgings laden with her pur¬ 
chase*. When buy lng dry goods palls she fails 
back on charity, und wants to adopt an En¬ 
glish infant, with the mother included, no 
matter how difficult it may bo to find the 
father. Indeed, an uncertain paternity only 
renders th e protege more dcsirableand interest¬ 
ing.—PrenWce Mulford. 
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HELP FOR WOMEN. 
Wr; need more vocations in which educated 
women can work, says the Muslim (ilobo, with¬ 
out compromising either their respectability 
or their subsistence. There is a growing de¬ 
mand that professional and other occupations, 
now monopolized by men, should be open to 
the sex. There are consideration* of natural 
adaptation* which, In the long run, will deter¬ 
mine thts question in particular employments. 
The moment that educated women make their 
mark In any honorable occupation, mure is 
done to obviate the evils of relying on the. 
chances of marriage for support than any 
amount of discussion can accomplish. Educa¬ 
tion must be adapted to the circumstances of 
the pupils, and we trust, the time is not far dis¬ 
tant when a false idea of respectability will not 
prevent parents from affording their daughters 
suoii instructions as will lit them for an honest 
and honorable independence. 
failing for the goititg. 
HYMN FOR A LITTLE CHILD, 
Goo make my life a little light, 
Within tho world to glow ; 
A little lltune Mint burnetii bright. 
\\ horever I may go, 
God timin' my life a little flower, 
That, glvetb Joy to all, 
Content to bloom In native bower, 
Although Its placebo small. 
God make my life a little sung, 
That comfortetli the sad ; 
That hel|ieth others to bo strong, 
And makes the singer glad. 
God make my life a little staff 
Whereon tho weak may rest, 
That so what health aud strength 1 huvo 
May scire ray neighbors best. 
God make my life a little hymn 
Of tenderness and praise; 
Of faith—that never wuxeth dim, 
In uii His wondrous ways. 
(Good Words. 
THE TEN SERVANTS. 
A STORY FOR CHILDREN. 
[From Northern Lights.] 
There was once a little girl who sat alone 
In a cold, dark garret and wept. Sho had 
neither father nor mother; sho was poor and 
forsaken. But tho sun, which was then setting, 
peeped forth from a cloud and spread a crimson 
light In the lift lit attic. The door opened softly, 
and a little, bent old woman stuck In her head. 
“Como In, Aunty,” said the little girl, pleas¬ 
antly. 
“ I am tired; may I sit on your little stool ? ” 
asked the old woman. “Will you give rne 
something to drink, for 1 am so thirsty? ” 
Tho child took her little bowl of milk and 
gave it to the old woman. That was to have 
been her evening meal; but she was such a 
good little girl. When tho old woman had 
drunk tha milk ahe seemed to become more 
beautiful and friendly; the sun shone on her 
silver hair and made her cheek* rod. Sho sang 
softly to herself: 
“ But 1 won Iff like to know 
Why you woep, little Greta! ” 
“Why,” said the little girl, “I am so lone¬ 
some, and huvo no one to play with. Tho watch¬ 
dog is so old and sensible, and the hens have 
their chickens to attend to. Nobody teaches 
uio anything; 1 can do nothing for uncle’*com¬ 
fort, lie goes to the ale-house, and when he 
conies home I am afraid of him; 1 may well 
weep. Often I am hungry. I am poor aud have 
nothing.” 
“ You have much that you are not aware of,” 
said the old woman. “ Will you believe my 
words? You have ten servants,” 
Greta made big eyes. She looked around her. 
“See here ! ” said the old woman, taking her 
hand and pointing to tho little lingers. They 
are called Tnmmctott, Slickcpott, l.angemnri, 
Gullebrand, and LUlepyt; have you heard any¬ 
thing new? ” 
Greta looked at her hand and was sho daz¬ 
zled by the sunlight, or how was it ? It seetnod 
to her that every one of her lingers was a litt.e 
person with a little face. Tummetott wa* abort 
and thick, looked meditative and wise; his 
neighbor had a more pert and conspicuous ap¬ 
pearance.; I lie solemn Langetnan was adorned 
by tint old woman with a little silver helmet., 
and Gullebrand at his sldo was allowed to wear 
a little gold ring as a belt round the waist and 
a silver shield. LUlepyt looked like a boy, and 
bowed, laughing. 
“ Gan you say now that you have no servants, 
skillful and good, if you will only allow them 
to learn something. Only try.” 
Greta clapped her hands. The fingers now 
looked as usual, but the Jittlo thimble and 
sowing-ring still remained. The old woman 
kissed little Greta and went away. 
The little girl ate dry broad and drank water; 
but when she looked at her hands she laughed 
at her small servants. 
“Now you shall help mo to make uncle’s 
bed !” cried she gladly, and they all hastened 
to lift the pillows and turn the coverlid, and 
Lillepyt did what he could. 
The next morning when Greta awoke she 
told TurUmotoit and all his four e mpanlons to 
come and dress her and cotub her hair. They 
had never dono it so well before. Her hair 
shone like the cat’s when he has just washed j 
himself, and her shoe-«trings were carefully 
tied. After she had said her morning prayer 
she ran out to greet her uncle. It snowed ter¬ 
ribly and the wind rustled the trees so that 
it. looked as if thoy shook their heads at all who 
went by. 
“ Do not go to the village to-day, uncle," said 
Greta, “Stay at homo with me. I have ten 
little servants who will get dinner for you.” 
“What Is the child talking about?” said 
Unde Lars, a little testily. Hut he sat down 
to split, kindling-wood, and then began to work 
on a fish-net, which had long lain In the corner. 
But Greta ran to the hen and said, “Have you 
laid any eggs?” and the hen clucked content¬ 
edly. There lay a snow-white egg in the nest. 
Tummetott and Slickcpott. carried it immedi¬ 
ately into the house, broke it into the bowl, 
whore the milk had been, and then Greta ran 
out and commanded her .'mall servants to bind 
together a little whip. The tiny creatures 
worked so hard that they became rod and warm, 
aqd beat tho eggs to a froth; mid then Grota 
took a little flour and stirred it In, and some 
milk which she had got at a neighbor'*. Ah ! 
now tho frying pan stood on the lire, which 
blazed merrily; a little bit of butter wa* diop- 
ped in It ho that It sizzled. Yea, Tummetott, 
Slickcpott, Langeuian, Gullebrand were all 
goon cooks, and Lllleypt served as scullion. 
Wliat a hurry they were in I Aud how much 
they could do—If they only tried J 
There stood the dinner-table, spread with a 
coarse but clean table-cloth, smoking potatoes 
and a large herring, warm milk and tho mag¬ 
nificent pancakes. Uncle was astonished at 
Greta, lie ate right heartily, to her great sat¬ 
isfaction, and while she was clearing away the 
things she tried to think how sho shorn ‘ ° 
aide to koep him at home, far from the wicked 
ale-house. 
When It grew dark, uncle took hi* cap, and 
Greta knew where he meant to go. She found 
his tobacco pipe, filled It, lighted it, and then 
asked him coaxltigly to stay until he had 
smoked It. Then she kind led a tiro, seated her¬ 
self on a stool at hi* foot and began to tell 
stories. At first he paid no attention; but 
soon lie was amused ami forgot himself for a 
while In order to listen to the “silly talk.” 
When he aguln made a motion to go she asked 
him to crack some nuts which she had got; 
she took down the old dusty violin from the 
corner and begged him to play a little. Hu 
tuned up, klingl klnng! until he himself was 
in good tune, am! Greta saw with Wonder how 
his Laugeuiau and Gullebrand and all their 
comrudos leaped about the strings and made 
such rapid motions to draw fort h tone*. Greta 
herseif now began to dance,and kept asking 
for more music until It became late. 
“ It la scarcely worth while to go now," said 
he, half vexed, and laid down the violin. But 
it seemed right comfortable for him to sit at 
homo in the quiet, cottage, when the storm 
raged outside. Oh, what a hurry the little Un¬ 
gers were now Into get supper ready, fondle 
her uncle, and make his bed ! How glud Mttio 
Greta was over iter conquest ami her ten tiny 
servants. 
Greta became large, and her little hands 
could do inuro and more. She sewed and knit, 
she spun ami wove so diligently. Such bright 
scoured tins had no one rise; such a white 
table and floor were not to be found in any 
other cottage, llor uncle had long since brok¬ 
en himself from going to the ale-house. Hu 
thrived in lit* neat cozy, house, where the in¬ 
dustrious little girl bustled about so gladly. 
"How can you keep tilings so nice, Greta, 
you who have no servant ? ” asked a rich peas¬ 
ant's daughter, 
"Ah, 1 have ten 1 ” said Greta, roguishly. 
“They weave and spin, scrub and scour; they 
are never idle.” 
My-and-by a smart young peasant courted 
Greta, and then Gullebrand had a gold ling to 
wear. The same day the wedding was to take 
place tho old woman cumo again and had with 
her a thlmnle and a sewing-ring of purest gold; 
and thus equipped, Langeman and Gullebrand 
moved still more handily. Grota thanked tho 
old woman for her words about the little ser¬ 
vants, ami showed all the blessings they had 
brought to the house. She -aid to all poor lit¬ 
tle girls that they must, not drop their hands, 
but try to see what they could learn to do. 
With aspiration in the heart and 1 he lingers sot 
in motion, blessing Is not far off. 
Greta became happy arid her home corpforl- 
ublc; the ten little servants worked there 
zealously, and when evening came they clasped 
each other mutely, and Greta thanked God for 
being able to work. 
®hc |l ussier. 
CROSS-WORD ENIGMA. No. 10. 
My first is in agate but not in pearl. 
My second’s In ringlet but not In curl; 
My third is iu lichen but not iri moss, 
My fourth Is in crescent hut not in cross; 
My fifth Is In Iris but not In eye, 
My sixth Is In barley but not In rye; 
My seventh’s In pigoon but not In dove, 
My whole is a flower the poets love. 
Rockford, 111. Fourteen. 
Answer in two weeks. 
SQUARE-WORD ENIGMA. No. G. 
1. A part of the body. 
2. A girl’s name. 
3. Meaning so he it. 
4. Moist. Lilljan J. G. 
Answer in two weeks. 
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PUZZLER ANSWERS.-Nov. 22. 
Cross-Word Knjg.ma No. 9.—Hellvellyn. 
Concealed Flowers No. 1.—1, Rose; 2, 
Rocket; 3, l’ink; 4, Violet; 5, Verbena; 0 , 
Stock. 
Hidden Cities No. 1.—1, Lassa; 2, Teheran ; 
' 3, Naples; 4, Rome; 5, Lisbon; 6, Bogota; 7, 
j Lansing; 8, Frankfort; 9, Bangor; 10, Indian¬ 
apolis. 
Problem No. 13. — 
| l 42.63424510 rods. 
I 1 37.0036087 “ 
j ( 10.40214614 “ 
„ l 31.47193 87 rods. 
Sny. Ans. 14.11130965 “ 
1 10.41675038 “ 
