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homos In country town*. Tt can’t be did; they 
’re like, the eagle ; tligy want to soar high, and 
It don't do no good to clip their wings, nutber, 
for the fust thing you know they're grown out 
again, and you're bird has flown away.' The 
only thing, Mr. GttSUON, that don't seem quite 
right, Is that the bird that stays behind will be 
kinder lonely like all the time while you're 
gone. Hut Jkkusiiy and rae ’ll look arter h«y 
some considerable, and drop In pretty occa¬ 
sionally to see hmv she la getting on." 
Then, bin t ling around for a minute or two, 
good Mr. Jokes wanted to know’Whar them 
are trunks was? ’Cos' if they was'nt a getting 
under way pretty soon, likely aa not they would 
n’t get to (he steamer afore she set sail." 
The trunk* were s jou placed in the wagon, 
the last farewell was said, ami Nellie -pnpnV 
Nellie had fast ened the t iny bouquet she had 
gathered into a button-hole In papa’s coat, lirifl 
kissed him,and then I lie nolseof wagon wheel* 
was heard, and before KoskllK had found time 
for tears, a great cloud of dust hid not only her 
husband, but the wagon from her view. She 
went back into the now desolate home. The 
bitter tears fell fast enough now. She could 
not stop their flow. 
“Oh," she raid, “If he only would have been 
contented here ! I am sure t hat. we had enough 
to make us happy. What will my life be wit h¬ 
out him ? It may bo that I will never see him 
again." 
For three years there came no steamer into 
New York from California that did not bring a 
letter from her loved one. Then, at the end of 
these three years, four whole months passed, 
and none came. During these years he hud 
repeatedly sent her money, and told her of Us 
success and that soon, very soon now, lie would 
return and build for her the promised palace. 
What could mean this silence? Tills question 
did not leave her mind for one single moment 
during any of the days since her last letter had 
been received. Was lie sick? Or, perhaps—but 
she hardly dared give shape to this thought— 
dead ? 
Then one day there came to her a letter writ¬ 
ten In a strange hand. Il told of her husband's 
Illness, which had been a severe one. but that 
now nil danger was over, uiid it was the hope 
mid belief of hlB friends, a* well as the physi¬ 
cian, that ho would speedily he restored to 
health. After this news had come to her, 
Roselle could hardly wait for the arrival of 
the next steamer for another letter. Hut all 
weary hours of wait ing have an end, and again 
a letter from her husband was placed in Mrs. 
G lyndon's hand. Farmer Jones bad been to 
the poatoffle**, “and brought It up,” he said, 
“Just a’cau.-e he knew slic'd sat. her heart on 
having one that day, and he thought he’d save 
her the trouble of worrying about It until Nun- 
Mi: came homo from school." 
That was a letter which tilled her heart with 
Joy, Howard (Ii.vmhin was well, and coming 
home on the next steamer—coming home, he 
added, “never to leave his dear ones again." 
For the next three weeks, (It would be throe 
weeks before the next steamer would arrive,) 
Roselle had plans enough to occupy every 
moment. She would have so many things done 
vo make her home beautiful, so many little 
surprises for him. Nkm.tr, who had grown 
into a goodly-sized girl now, shared in her 
mother's enthusiasm, and entered Into every 
little plan with a zest quite equal to Mrs. 
Gi.YNiiON’fl, besides having a few secret ones 
of her own. 
At last, the long and anxiously-expected day 
arrived. Hot.h Roselle and Nellie were up 
that morning bright, and early, so early that 
they saw the sun when it first appeared behind 
the far-off hills, where the vessel that bore 
their loved one to them lay and rocked to and 
fro upon the bosom of the waters. But that, 
day passed Into the shadows of night, and yet 
their loved one had not,come. Roselle, strong 
In the belief that he hud been detained In the 
eitv with some extra business, would not let 
the fact of hU not coming that, night give her 
uneasiness. On the morrow ho would come 
But the morrow lengthened out Into another 
to-morrow, and another still, until a whole 
week had gone, ami then came news that nearly 
crushed this woman of t he strong faith. The 
vessel had been burned at sea, and all on hoard 
were supposed to be lost. Of the terrible days 
of grief that followed I do not need to write. 
If, in pouring through the shudows of a life, at 
the far oi.d may be seen only a glimmer of light, 
It Is better that wo do not tarry among the 
shadows, but pass onward to the light that 
lies beyond. 
Roselle Glyndon made a sepulchre for, os 
she believed, her dead husband, in her own 
heart,, and having once laid him therein, Closed 
the doors and rolled the stone against them 
forever. Then, with n firmness that few women 
ever possess, she set. about finding t he way and 
means to support herself and child 
“When I meet, him again. In the Father’s 
home, he shall know that I have done my duty 
t o his chi Id," she said to herself one day. It 
was not the easiest thing for a woman to And a 
way to accomplish what this woman wished to 
do. 'Hie doors ol so many places of business 
are closed to women, which should open only 
to them Instead of the flashily-dressed, effemi¬ 
nate, would-be men, if " Nature had not fash¬ 
ioned them so abominably." She hod a thor¬ 
ough knowledge of book-keeping, and really 
had hoped to procure a situation as book- 
hut being a woman she was as one 
keeper 
At last., after weary days of search, 
she gave this idea up entirely. There was one 
door open to her yet, thank God 1 and even 
though she did not really want to teach, yet 
sooner than lot t lie wolf come to t he door she 
would do oven this. 
So, as a dernier resort, she opened a school 
for young girls about the age of her own Nee¬ 
me, The school proved a success—so long as 
Mrs. Gi.yndon’s health and strength held out. 
But one day, when she had been forced to stay 
for nearly 1 wo hours aft er the usual time for 
dismissing school with some of her delinquent 
pupils, she found that she was quite unable to 
endure the toil of each day. She tried to con¬ 
tinue her school, but in less than one week 
from t he t ime she had first, felt, this “givingout ’’ 
she lay upon her bed with a dangerous fever. 
Weeks, even months, passed before she was 
able to be around the house again. During 
this time all the money she had had been used, 
so that now, when most of all she needed was 
rest,, she must go to work again 11 she would 
still keep that “terrible wolf" she so much 
dreaded away. Bhe did not again attempt a 
school. She felt that her nerves liad become 
too completely unstrung to endure the noise 
and merriment or children. 
“ What, then, could she do?” 
“ Sew V 
And straightway there appeared on the front 
door t his sign : 
“Am. kinds or plain nkwing done here " 
This was on the door of Howard GlyndonV 
“enchanted palace." Would the good fairy 
ever eome to break the enchantment? 
Jt was Ihi! first week In December when Mrs. 
Glyndon commenced taking in sewing. Al¬ 
ready the stores, of which there were not a few 
in H , were stocked with treasures for the 
holidays. Nkllik came home each day with 
such lustrous eyes, and such glowing accounts 
of what she had seen, and sundry hints as to 
what she wanted for her Christmas present. 
Each t ime she mentioned wbut she wanted, a 
secret jiang shot through her mother’s heart, 
for she knewt hat It, was quite out of her power 
to obtain the gilt for her child. Ah! If her 
husband had only lived, you see he was not 
forgotten—then this Christmas morn, that was 
so soon to dawn upon them, would have been 
;i gladly welcome one; but now she could 
hardly bear to have It come, so much did she 
dread to see her child’s disappointment. 
But days must eome and go, whether they 
bring Joy or sorrow, and Christmas morning 
came at last. Nellie was up quite early, and 
down stairs before she was half dressed, where 
instead of the present she had so hoped to find, 
sat her mother In tears. As Nellie entered 
the room, Mrs. Glyndon extended her hands 
to her, and amid her tears, “wished her a 
Merry Christmas," though, as she afterward 
said to one very dear to tier, " it was one of the 
most trying moments of her life." But Nbl- 
,jk took In the whole thing at a glance, and 
swallowed her disappointment as she would a 
dose of pills, and then tried to comfurt her 
mother. She told her, “that It didn't make so 
much difference, after all. She supposed that 
it was best i one so soon tired or great dolls, 
and eho hoped her mother wouldn’t worry any 
more about It. If they only made uj> their 
minds to it people could bo very happy if they 
didn’t have any Christmas presents." 
“ if your dear father had only lived," said 
Mrs. Glyndon, " you would never have had a 
< 'hrlstmas jiass by, my child, without some gift, 
but-’’ 
Why do you always sjienk of jiapa as dead? 
Buch a thing might happen as Ids coming back 
to us again. I'm sure, mamma; I haven't given 
up the Idea of his coming home again. Why, 1 
often fancy I see him just, as ho looked the 
morning when he went away, and I put the 
flowers in Ids button-hole.’’ 
Koine one knocked at the street, door just 
then, which caused Mrs. Glyndon to start 
quickly, and Nellie to scamper back to her 
room to finish dressing. Mrs. Glyndon went 
to the door. A strange gentleman handed her 
a package addressed to her; at, least she did 
not recognize Him ns any one she had ever 
scon. He wore a full heard. For a moment 
she fancied ho hud some look about the eyes, 
such as her husband used to have. " Indeed," 
she said to herself, ** he. might bo her husband's 
elder brother, who had gone to the West Indies, 
mid whom she had never scon." 
She asked him " who the package was from? 
and If he would walk in until she could see 
what \vas to he done?” Hhe had concluded 
thut it was some sewing for her to do, and that 
some one of her neighbors had recommended 
her to this man. Khe opened the package, and 
then her eyes rested on an elegant piece of 
black silk, more than enough for two dresses 
at least. A note lay on it; she opened it hasti¬ 
ly and read: 
“For uiy dear wife; with the hope that on 
this Christmas day she will welcome back to 
her home and heart her long absent husband. 
And then ? In his arms she lay the arms of 
her husband ! “ Oh 1" she said, 'i to t hink that 
1 did not know you," between each hob. “ But 
then I thought you dead, dead. God ! I thunk 
Thee for this my Christmas gift, the greatest 
that could have conic to me—iny husband! 
“ Nellie come dovrn quickly." Her child- 
eyes were not blind- She knew that the hand¬ 
some man who held her mother so tenderly 
in bis arms was her father. It would take 
more than a heavy beard to deceive her; and 
she always did believe that he would come 
back to them. 
Nellie had her Christmaa present after all 
—and more, for although her father had not 
conic home as rich as CbGSSUB, still he had a 
goodly fortune enough to provide for all future 
wants at least . How he had been saved, when 
nearly all had been lost, on the night when the 
ill-fated steamer waB burned, was easily told. 
While he was struggling in the water, a boat 
drifted slowly by, He had seized It, and after 
severe exertion had succeeded in climbing into 
It, where for hours he lay In too exhausted a 
condition to do anything further towards sav¬ 
ing himself. After a time he fell into a sleep, 
from which he awoke to find that the boat had 
drifted upon an island and was fast among the 
overhanging houghs. 
He had remained on that island for some 
time, subsisting on the fruit which grew In 
great abundance there, but one day a vessel had 
slopped there for water and he was taken 
aboard. The vessel was bound upon an out¬ 
ward voyage, and would not return in a long 
time. “But, through all, GOD has preserved 
mo and kept m© safe, and to-day gives me back 
to my wife, my child and rny home." 
And together they three knelt, and gave 
thanks'.to the CllftMT who on llis Natal Day 
had restored them to each Other. 
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SPARKS AND SPLINTERS. 
#abbatft Reading. 
A welcome ship at, any time—Friendship. 
WHY is this Continent, like milk? Because 
It's ours. 
The greatest bet that was ever made—The 
alphabet. 
Wanted, a pig from the pen tluit was might¬ 
ier than the sword. 
A VOLUME that will bring tours to your eyes— 
A volume of smoke. 
A tri-angle — Fishing for trout. A right 
angle—Catching trout. 
A kangaroo is a curious chap; when it’s 
wide-awake it's leaping. 
Thera is one thing which can always be 
found, and that Is fault. 
Why is the letter K like a pig’s tail ? Because 
Its the latter end of pork. 
Advertising for a wife Is just about as ab¬ 
surd as It would be to get measured for an 
umbrella. 
A good many people are out of work just 
now, but ostrich feathers still find purchasers 
at $250a pound. 
Douglas Jehrold, on being asked what was 
meant by dogmatism, answered, “ puppyism 
come to maturity.” 
An Irishman on observing a beautiful ceme¬ 
tery, remarked that he considered It a healthy 
place to be burled in. 
When you put on your stockings, why are 
you sure to make a mistake ?—Because you 
must put your foot In it. 
What ts the difference between a Jew and a 
lawyer? The one gets his law from the 
prophets, the other Ids profits from the law. 
An eloquent country editor thus describes a 
new organ : “The swell died away in a delicious 
suffocation, like one singing a sweet song under 
the bed-clothes." 
A new style of boys’ trowsers has been in¬ 
vented in Boston, with a copper seat, sheet-iron 
k uees, riveted dov, n the seams, aud water-proof 
pockets to bold broken eggs. 
A rLummkh had an Dish lad In Ids employ, 
and one day having occasion for a piece of zinc 
ordered 1dm to get one twelve inches square. 
"Yes, sir,” said i’at, “twelve inches square, 
but how long? " 
A learned but rather long-winded minister, 
being asked if lie did not fool tired after preach¬ 
ing such long sermons, answered, “ Na, na; I’m 
no tired;" to which he added, however, with 
much pawkie naivete, “hut losli me! boo tired 
the folks arc whlletri’’ 
An advertisement In an Irish pajier, setting 
forth the many conveniences and advantages 
to be derived from metal window' sashes, 
among other particulars observe J, “ that those 
sashes would lust forever and afterwards, if 
the owner had no me for them, they might be 
sold for old iron." 
• > b<> you don't care about donkey riding, 
missy. And why?" “ 0 ,1 'tv; got a pony, and 
one doesn't care about donkeys after that, you 
know." “ 11 as a pony got, more legs than a don¬ 
key, then ?" Missy (who doesn’t like to be 
chaffed) -“Yes, exactly twice na many as some 
donkeys that J knowpf." 
Jones had worried Smith with conundrums 
very often, and now it was Smith's turn. "G Uess 
what T dhl last night," said Smith. Jones 
I bought of sundry improbable things, and sug¬ 
gested the making of a speech, the doing of a 
kindness, the getting himself Into the lock-up, 
i,,i(i finally gave up the conundrum in despair. 
" Well,” said Smith, in a triumphant tone, “1 
slept! ” 
Mil j{-resides in Fourth Street, New York. 
Jlis wife, who is an economical body, had sent 
a costly silk gown to a French dyer. The dyer 
himself brought home t he silk dress, and un¬ 
luckily, as It happened, met the husband or 
the lady at the door. “Is madam within?" 
asked the Frenchman. “And suppose she Is, 
what do you want with her?" “1 am dyeing 
for her. Sure." “ You dying for my wife! Get 
out of tny house, you scoundrel 1 ’’ and he had 
just raised hi* foot U> kick the honest, artisan 
into the street as the lady made her appearance, 
and 80t the matter to rights. 
FAITH. 
Cast out into space. 
For life and for death 
No bottom or base— 
NO limit beneath; 
No rilttmnto bound 
Above or around— 
No wall at the side, 
Nor roof overhead; 
No cover to hide 
Mo, living or dead: 
No refuge for Thought or for Sense: 
Yet 1 do not despair 
As I drift on the air, 
Atlont tn the boundless Immense. 
In the dep*hs of tho night 
Cometh faith without light, 
Cometh faith without sight. 
And J trust the Great Sovereign Unknown- 
No flnile or definite Throne, 
But the infinite, nameless, unthinkable One. 
I cannot—I dure not define 
The blessing He keepoth in store: 
His purpose, I know la divine, 
Nor need J know anything more; 
Thu u hat and the where and the when. 
May well seem uncertain to men, 
for the future, though ever so near. 
Lots few of its secret* appear: 
No favorite bits* may endure, 
No definite hope be secure— 
Not even Existence be sure, 
Hut tlu* somt tldno that ought to befall 
Will happen, at last, unto all. 
Atlanta, 1874. 
L. E. ». 
GOD IS LOVE. 
In all places and at all times God Is lovo ; 
therefore whatever we do His love Is always 
ready to helji us. Now,some w ill say that can¬ 
not, be, for then He would love wrong; but it 
Is not so. for love is law. Now, If we break a 
law wc do that which Is wrong—contrary to 
HU love; therefore, HU will U not done. To 
all law there is a penalty attached; If wo 
brenk the luw wo must suffer the penalty. 
Take, for instance, any of the pliyslcr-l laws; 
if we break any of them wc must suffer; and, 
were it not for that suffering, we would go on, 
and soon destroy the physical form, but as It 
Is we suffer such acuta pall) that wc arc careful 
to not, do so again. Now, is not thU love? If 
it were not for this love our bodies would soon 
be annihilated, or wit at would be the same 
thing, return to tholr mother dust. 
Now, bow is It. with the spirit ? For every 
wrong done— for every’ law broken— there is a 
penalty attached, and that penalty we must 
suffer, either here or In the hereafter. Js not 
this love? If it were not so, would we not. In 
the same way, go on from one win to another 
mutilating our spirit, until It rvas entirely de¬ 
stroyed, and Hink back into oblivion, or anni¬ 
hilation, as faros Individual spirit Is concerned, 
returning to Its author and creator a* worth¬ 
less, having tailed to work out Its ow n salva¬ 
tion? Then It is Love that saves us, and that 
Love is Daw; therefore law is God, and when 
we disobey law, we disobey God. 
E. M. Brown. 
Palmyra, Neb., Nov. JO, 1873. 
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AN ANALOGY. 
The old simile of the butterfly aud the chrys¬ 
alis I never thought a very forcible one, so fur 
ad It Is used naan argument Of proof of another 
wcrld ; but take it. in another view, aud l think 
It is one of t no most astonishing proofs of im¬ 
mortality you can furnish- The sages of the 
ancient world had about as many natural argu¬ 
ments for Immortality aft we have. The human 
intellect struck at an early period upon the 
great, points of analogy. And when they took 
up this beautiful simile of the butterfly, they 
taught a great truth; though, 1 repeat, they did 
not jirove the existence of another world by it, 
but of another state. Look at it.the butterfly 
is lu tho same world as the worm from which 
the butterfly is evolved; but O, how changed, 
because of the new capacities unfolded In its 
owti beingl Ko tho resurrection of man may 
lie regarded as the unfolding of Inner capaci¬ 
ties, the development of Ills spiritual being, 
rather than a translation to some distant 
sphere. The wings may be growing in his soul 
all the while, which shall Spread when he 
bursts the chrysalis of ids mortality, and when 
that chrysalis hursts he may find himself in no 
strange place, but moving with larger powers 
among familiar scones.-Her. H. If. Chapin. 
THOUGHTFUL PARAGRAPHS. 
How indestructibly the good grows and prop¬ 
agates itself, even among the M’eedy entangle¬ 
ments of evil.— Carlyle. 
Then, said his Lordship, “Well, God mend 
all!" “ Nay, Donald, wo must help Him to 
mend it!" said the other.— Rustvworth. 
Conscience Is a great ledger book, in which 
all our offences are writton and registered, and 
which time reveals to t he sense and feeling of 
the offender.— Burton. 
The action of the soul is opener that 
which is felt and left unsaid, than in that 
which is said in any conversation. It broods 
over every society, and men unconsciously seek 
for it in each other.— Emerson. 
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