A TURKISH BEAUTY. 
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MY ANGEL. 
BY FRANCES E. KINGSLEY. 
How comforting It Is to think, 
When sin to earth the soul doth press, 
’Twixt earth and heaven there is a link. 
To us are angels sent to bless! 
Pure thoughts they put Into the henrt; 
Unseen, they help to lift the eyes; 
A soothing touch for sin’s sud smart, 
A balm comes with them from the skies. 
And of those bright ones, may I think 
One Is forever at my side, 
Who, while life’s mingled cup 1 drink. 
My wayward steps would gladly guide? 
Night’s curtain falleth cold und chill; 
Around me grief her mantle flings; 
Then—peace doth all my spirit till, 
Ah ! ’tis the touch of angel wings. 
An hour I’ve converse With my guest, 
Communion sweet, which needs no words,— 
A sense of fellowship, of rest, 
Remembered long like songs of birds. 
That night how softly sleep doth press 
The tired eyelids to reposts! 
At morn a friend seem* near to bless. 
And then how light life’s burden grows! 
When worldly thoughts my mind press down, 
Such ministries, for His dear sake, 
May lift them up to Him, my crown, 
Who doth His angels spirits make. 
Then, Angel, Unger ever near, 
May I e'er know thy presence blest, 
Forever with your holy cheer 
Abide with me an honored guest! 
--»-M- 
THE COMMON SENSE OF IT: 
A School - Girl’s Plea tor Short Dresses. 
Not long since, being the happy recipient 
of that “blessing in disguise”—a new dress, 
A Visitor to the East, who was permitted 
to see somewhat of domestic life Ihere, thus 
writes of an interview seldom enjoyed by 
outsiders: 
I enjoyed the pleasure this morning of 
being introduced to a very handsome Turk¬ 
ish lady, in order to give me an opportunity 
of witnessing a perfect specimen of Oriental 
beauty. After a good deal of persuasion 
she allowed me to copy her profile. Her 
eye9 and eyelashes were intensely black, 
though 1 suspect the latter were stained of a 
deeper dye than the natural one. Her com¬ 
plexion was beautifully fair, with the slight¬ 
est tint of carnation suffused over her face. 
Her lips! sweet lips! that made, us sigh even 
to have seen such. Her glossy hair, which 
was hound with a kulemkicr, or painted 
handkerchief, representing a whole parterre 
of llowei’9, fell in loose curls upon her shoul¬ 
ders and down her hack. She wore a short 
black velvet jacket, embroidered with gold 
lacc; trousers of sky blue and under jacket 
of pink crape, and one of those beautiful 
transparent shirts which ravish the beholder, 
and “ half reveal the charms they fain would 
hide.” 
A magnificent Persian shawl encircled her 
waist, which had nature’s own form, never 
having been compressed by the cruel band¬ 
age of stays. Her feet were in slippers, and 
two or three ugly rings deformed her white 
and slender lingers, the nails of which were 
dyed witli henna. Around her neck she wore 
a double row of pearls, from which hung an 
amulet. Her skin was very white and 
beautiful; the constant use of the dry vapor 
Iiotcc -ftitscclhnni. 
THREE WORDS OF STRENGTH. 
there urn three lessons I would write— 
Three words as with a burning pen, 
in tracings of eternal light, 
Upon the hearts of men. 
Have Hope! Though clouds environ round, 
And gladness hides her lace In scorn, 
Put thou the shadow front thy brow— 
No night but hath Its morn. 
Have Fa I Mi! Where’er thy bark Is driven— 
The calm's disport, the tempest’s mirth— 
Know this Hod rules the hosts of Heaven, 
The Inhabitants of earth. 
Have I.ovel not love aloue for one, 
But mau as man thy brother call, 
And scatter, like tho circling sun. 
Thy charities on all. 
Thus grave these lessons on thy soul— 
Hope, Faith and Love—and thou shalt find 
Strength when life's surges rudest roll, 
Light when thou else wort blind. 
[Schiller. 
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THE DIFFERENCE. 
Men lose their ships, the eager things; 
To try their luck at sea, 
But none can tell by note or count. 
How many there may bo, 
One turneth oast, another south— 
They never come again, 
And i lien we know they must have sunk, 
But neither how nor when. 
God sends his happy birds abroad— 
“They’re less than ships." say we; 
No moment passes but ho knows 
How many there should bo; 
One bulldeth high, another low, 
With Just a bird’s light care— 
II only one, perchance doth fall, 
God kmnvolh when and where. 
[Round Table. 
the feminine portion of our household was i bath having reduced it to a fineness which I L0UI3 MOREAU GOTTSCHALK. 
doomed to the trying ordeal essential to the can only compare to a highly polished mar- 
making thereof; and it was that trial which ble, and it looked us glossy and as cold. She 
has led me to this expedient with the san- was well pleased with the drawing 1 made, 
guine hope that the wave of reform may re- and, on rising to go away, she put on her 
ceive an added Impulse by my vehement yellow hoots Over the beautiful white foot 
protest. Such peering into magazines, and and ankle, which it was a sin to conceal; 
“interviewing” dressmakers, and such un- then donning her cashmere and cloak, she 
bearable measurings and tryings-on, would bade us adieu with a grace and elegance 
have been the death of ns had we not been which few English ladies could equal. No 
early taught the art of submission; but thauks wonder the Turks sigh for Paradise, when 
to that, we lived. they believe Heaven to he peopled with 
Lived until, at an hour when my long houris such as these. 
tried forbearance was just ready to fail en- - +-*~* - 
tirely, an officious neighbor (Mrs. Grundy- THE CHEROKEE ROSE. 
like) called; after inspecting every Identical - 
part, from the braid on the skirt to the band Tint legend of the Cherokee rose, says an 
at the throat, she informed us that it was exchange, is us pretty as the flower itself, 
“very well done, but shockingly short,” and An Indian chief of the Seminole tribe, taken 
then added the baneful inquiry—“ Why in prisoner of war by his enemies, the Cliero- 
the world didn’t you allow it to trail a very keen, anti doomed to torture, fell so seriously 
little?” j ill that it became necessary to watt for his 
Trails bo condemned! That last feather restoration to health before committing him 
broke the carnal’s buck ; and my subsequent to the fire. And ns he lay prostrated by dis- 
lecture upon the glories of short dresses, the ease in the cabin of the Cherokee warrior, 
follies and vanities of corsets and trails, and the daughter of the latter, a young, durk- 
the wickedness in general of a meddler, faced maid, was the nurse. She fell in love 
effectually silenced the poor lady and put an I with the young chieftain, and, wishing to 
end to her advice. The dear creature has save his life, urged him to escape; but lie 
never said “ trail” to me since. would not do so unless she would llee with 
Alack and alus I however, that such things him. 
ure allowed to exist. Why cannot a good She consented. Yet before they had gone 
thing in fashion he retained,—made a stand- i far, impelled by soft regret at leaving home, 
ing institution, which we may or may not she asked leave of her lover to return for the 
follow for the ensuing year, as it may suit purpose of bearing away some memento ol 
out individual fancy V Not but what short it. Bo, retracing her footsteps, she broke a 
skirts have their discrepancies; they may I sprig of the white rose which was climbing 
sometimes be ungraceful, inappropriate and up the poles of her father’s tent, and, pre- 
unladyliko; but think of their superiority serving it during her flight through the 
in ever so many situations,—will it not over- wilderness, planted it by the door of her new 
balance the evil ? home among the Scininolcs. And from that 
Imagine the inability of a young lady, re- day this beautiful flower has always been 
turning from school on ft rainy day, carrying known, between the capes of Florida and 
books and basket, and it may be with a re- throughout the Southern States, by the name 
fractory veil to keep in check—imagine, I of the Cherokee Rose. 
say, the inability of such a beleaguered per- - +++ - 
son to manage all these and hold up the am- GOSSIPY PARAGRAPHS. 
pie drapery which used to be indispensable ! - 
Think of the majesty of promenading the Welcome lines to ladies—Masculines. 
Broadway of our little town on a fine after- Why are country girls’ cheeks like a good 
noon with an ample cloud of dust following print dress? Because they are warranted to 
one at an unpleasanL distance, anti then hav- wash and retain their color, 
ing to come to an abrupt standstill to disen- « according to Milton, • Eve kept silence 
gage one s trail from dry-goods boxes, side- ; n Eden to hear her husband talk,”’said a 
walk spikes, &c., every few yards ! Imagine gentlemen to a lady friend ; and then added 
the tun of hunting hens nests in the old in a melancholy tone, “ Alas, there have been 
barn at grandma’s—climbing that queer lad- no Eves since.” “ Because,” quickly retort- 
der and jumping from the big beam, in a 0 d the lady, “ there have been no husbands 
long dress! Think of reaching the grapes worth listenin'' to ” 
that *>!? ! l “° 'he Pasture from the A rouKO M bci n(1clressed by a Ben . 
utmost rail of the U.gU ieuce, and ot run- tlema „ mncl , „ lder lhau henar ob / em S t0 
mug up starr, m a hurry aud both arms full, him tUnt 0 „, obJecli „„ wh , ch hatl 
with a dozen yards of alpaca clinging to , . ... ‘ , ,... .... 
... 0l , .. Tj , , JL a union with him wus the probability of his 
your flying feet 1 Shades ol Bloomer! Why, , . ... . , . . . . , A . 
f , / ... . , , .. . f dying before her, and leaving her to feel the 
it destroys halt the lun ot living, come to .. ., . 
.. sorrows ot widowhood; to which he made 
reach the gist of the matter. , „ . , 
,,, & , .. the followmg ingenious and delicately com- 
It we must needs don, with our woman- , .. J 
rtl lYlftniGHf •_*» K OUeO/l »u t h n m I) n thnt 
hood, a bushel of dignity and an acre of 
cloth, let us hunch it up in some way or 
other, and do away with the misery of a 
trail Kind Fashion, have pity! Let our 
garments be measured by the rule of com¬ 
mon sense, and may justice hold the tape 
and mercy the scissors when long skirts are 
once more put upon us! E. a. d. 
-- 
Mrs. Gen. Sherman is reported to have 
replied to a question;—“No, indeed; I can¬ 
not wear diamonds while I bear in mind 
that there are so many soldiers’ widows and 
orphans deficient in the first necessaries of 
life.” 
sorrows ot' widowhood; to which he made 
the following ingenious and delicately com¬ 
plimentary reply :—“ Blessed is the man that 
hath a virtuous wife, for the number of his 
days shall be doubled.” 
A Latin poet says that the Sirens were 
certain Neapolitan young ladies, who, not 
content with being handsome and accom¬ 
plished, took to wearing paint and false hah’, 
and with their necks bare almost to the 
waist—for which Miuerva one day, as they 
were coming out of the temple, suddenly 
turned their pretty ankles into fish tails, and 
sent them rolling into the sea. The poet 
writes this history to his wife, as a warning 
to all pretty church-goers how they paint 
and expose themselves. 
BY P. ANNO. 
Gottschalk is dead. Thousands of hearts 
have throbbed with a quick, sudden pain at 
the news. It was unlooked for. But yester¬ 
day we read of his proud successes in South 
America, where he was arousing such enthu¬ 
siasm as few men ever awaken; to-day ho 
sleeps his last sleep in one of the churches 
of Rio, and his magical fingers are forever 
stilled. Dead in his prime, we fancy the 
“ Cradle Song,” “ Last Hope,” and “ March 
in the Night” will (rill forth with a tenderer 
touch from under many a hand, in his 
memory. 
Louis Moreau Gottschalk’s life was 
little less than a romance. Born in 1829, he 
saw more of the world at largo than it is 
commonly given a dozen lives to see. In 
every principal city of Ihi- • oniffry and of 
Europe he was at one time W another pet¬ 
ted, flattered and feasted. By some strange 
magnetism of his nature he won friends 
everywhere. Royalty honored him with fre¬ 
quent marks of favor; uncrowned heads 
seemed wholly turned by his genius on in¬ 
numerable occasions, as when the crowd 
bore him on their shoulders through the 
streets of Madrid, while he was yet only a 
pale, trembling youth of twenty, and as, 
more recently, when the South American 
people fairly went wild over his marvelous 
playing. 
A Creole by birth, he was possessed of all 
that warmth of fueling, intensity of passion 
and vividness of imagination which so 
characterize Southern natures. Frail and 
j delicate ever, and susceptible in a rare de- 
I gree to surrounding Influences, his childhood 
took in as with its breath the dreaminess 
I and subtle sentiment of those wild savannahs, 
until weird legends and melodies seemed 
part of his life. The earliest years of his 
boyhood were passed upon the beautiful 
shores of Lake Pontchartrain, not. far from 
his birth-place, (New Orleans,) and here he 
mingled much with the Indians of the neigh¬ 
borhood, whom he was wont to astonish by 
the strange, sweet music which he drew from 
the “ big box” in his father’s house. To this 
fact, therefore, that the songs of negroes 
were his lullabies, Creole legends his nursery 
tales, and that he was surrounded by the 
incomprehensible Indian nature almost con¬ 
tinually, we must attribute that peculiarity 
of his musical expression which so strongly 
individualized him. 
Gottschalk fairly breathed music, from 
his cradle. It was his passion. Untaught 
and undirected, he began when but four or 
five years old to express upon the piano his 
thoughts and emotions,—those vague, unde¬ 
fined melodies which were the outgrowth of 
lonely meditation. At the age of seven be 
gave his first concert, for a public charity; 
and throe years later he composed several 
1 studies of unusual merit. In 1841 his par¬ 
ents sent him to Paris to complete his edu¬ 
cation. With no necessity for pursuing mu¬ 
sic ns a means of livelihood, he yet made it 
his chief study. The best masters found in 
him a willing pupil, and marveled over liis 
progress. His memory was wonderful. He 
committed hundreds of pages with ease, and 
in an incredibly short space of time. 
For three years the youth studied in Paris 
very quietly, and then, when only fifteen, he 
astonished Parisians by a soiree in the Salle 
Pleyel, at which the great CnopiN was so 
i delighted with his execution that he pub¬ 
licly embraced him. During the winter of 
1848 he made his first concertizing tour 
through Europe, and his compositions were 
all the rage. After four years of astonishing 
success he returned to his native land, and 
since then he has been the most famous 
American pianist at home as well as abroad. 
Of his later career we have little to say. Of 
his character as a man only the kindest 
words should now’ be spoken. Generous to 
a fault, as lie was, it would now be a fault 
in us not to be generous to his fallings. Said 
a lady of him once,—“ I feel that the author 
of Berceuse cannot he a bad man.” So we 
believe that at heart he was not bad. Did 
ever pure water come from an impure spring? 
Did over such pure, soulful harmony as the 
Berceuse, — that charmingly sweet “ Cradle 
Song,” come forth from the heart of a man 
so utterly base as some detractors would 
persuade us lu: was? 
An analysis of GottscHALk’s power as a 
pianist would go back to his rare brilliancy 
of touch—in a mechanical sense; back of all 
that in a sense deeper and truer still. His 
warmth of nature shone out in a wondrous 
glow of feeling. He magnetized his hearers. 
He scattered life and light from underneath 
liis fingers, and carried cold criticism as by 
storm. It was next, to impossible to he criti¬ 
cal under his playing. Yet. the coldest criti¬ 
cism was well-nigh disarmed. His technique 
was perfect. He performed the most difficult 
passages with a careless grace that was sim¬ 
ply astonishing His lime was admirable. 
Aud hu put a soul into his expression which 
is t his finality of all music, and which makes 
it truly artistic. 
Gottschalk was a striking refutation of 
the oft-repeated assertion that a musician 
knows nothing hut music. At seventeen he 
spoke and wrote English, French, Italian 
and Spanish with equal facility; and in ina- 
turcr years lie has been favorably known as 
a writer for various periodicals. His “ Notes 
of a Pianist” were very widely read and 
admired. 
Full of strange incidents as was his life, it 
closed with a coincidence strange as any¬ 
thing preceding. He was smitten with death 
at a grand concert in Rio Janeiro, while 
playing his favorite La Morte, —a compo¬ 
sition that thus proved, as it. were, its author’s 
own requiem. Yet he lingered on some time 
after the fatal attack, inquired after hourly 
by the Emperor of Brazil, and mourned 
amid extraordinary demonstrations at Ids 
death by all Rio. The “ Poet of the Piano,” 
the heart of Song sighs sadly over his loss. 
--- 
HINTS WORTH HEEDING. 
TnE following epigrammatic hints we find 
in “John Plowman’s Talks” by Rev. C. II. 
Spurgeon: 
Keep your weather eye open. Sleeping 
poultry are carried off by the fox. Who 
watches not catches not. Fools ask what’s 
o’clock, but. wise men know their time. 
Grind when the wind blows, or if not, do 
not blame Providence. God sends every 
bird its food, but He does not throw it into 
the nest; He gives us our daily bread, but it 
is through our own labor. Take time by 
the forelock. Be up early and catch the 
worm. The morning hour carries gold in 
its month. lie who drives last in the row 
gets all the dust in his eyes; rise early and 
you will have a clear start for the day. 
Never try dirty dodges to make money. It 
will never pay you to lick honey off thorns. 
An honest man will not make a dog of him¬ 
self for the sake of getting a hone. It is 
hard to walk on the devil’s ice; it is fine 
skating, but it ends in a heavy fall and worse, 
lie needs a long spoon who would eat out, 
of the same dish with Satan. Never ruin 
your soul for tho sake of pelf; it is like 
drowning yourself ill a well to get a drink 
of water. Take nothing in hand that may 
bring you repentance. Better walk barefoot 
than ride in a carriage to hell; better that 
the bird starve than be fattened for the spit. 
The mouse wins little by nibbling the cheese 
if it gets caught in the trap. Clean money 
or none, mark that; for gain badly got will 
lie an everlasting loss. 
-- 
A DOUBLE MAN. 
All the stories told of the Siamese twins 
hardly equal this of the Scotch double man, 
of whom tho following account is given by 
the j Rerum Scoliarum Ilisto-ria : 
“ During the reign of James HI. of Scot¬ 
land, and at his court, there lived a man 
double above the waist, and single below 
that region. The king caused him to be 
carefully brought up. He rapidly acquired 
a knowledge of music; the two heads learned 
several languages; they debated together, 
and the two halves occasionally fought. 
They lived, generally, however, in the great¬ 
est harmony. When the lower part of tho 
body was tickled, the two individuals felt it 
together, but when, on the other hand, one 
of the upper individuals was touched, he 
alone felt the effect. This monstrous being 
died at the age of twenty-eight years. One 
of the bodies died several days before the 
other.” 
'abbatlj flmbing. 
FAITH. 
BY MRS. M. I*. A. CROZIER, 
Not in noonday’s das*llng glare, 
Nor when the heavens are clear. 
Do Western skies grow crimson bright 
Aud gates of gold appear; 
But when the heaven* aro hung with clouds, 
And when the sun Is sot, 
We watch thro’ twilight's doep'nlng gloom 
The glory left us yet. 
And when the darkness gathers close 
And closer on tho earth, 
The shining stars like angel’s smiles 
Come twinkling Into btrih; 
And on tho cottage household hearth 
The tires burn warm and bright— 
Ah ! lie who thinks of u* by day 
Forgets us not by night! 
And so when sorrow’s twilight gloom 
Stciila gently o’er the sky, 
The Christian soul with faith grows bright. 
And .Iescs seems more nigh ; 
Grows strong, and gladly lifts itself 
Above the shadows far, 
And looks Into tho gates of Heaven, 
Where Goi> and angola are. 
When what we deemed was golden fruit 
We prove to be but dust,— 
When fulls thu tender earthly love 
That was our Joy and trust,— 
We will remember Heaven Is true, 
And lifting heart above, 
Thank GOo that we may coine.tu Him 
And And eternal love. 
South Georgetown, Mich. 
SABBATH EVENINGS. 
_<* 
It is quite possible to make the Sabbath 
evenings at home of all evenings most de¬ 
lightful to ft fuinily. We frequently wonder 
wliy parents give this mutter bo little thought, 
-why they, taking the Sabbaths as a matter- 
of-course, canuot see tbat the ordinary qui¬ 
etude of each day of rest is a very dull mat¬ 
ter-of-course to children, and should bo in 
some manner enlivened. 
To our mind a family Bible class on every 
Sabbath evening would be better than at¬ 
tendance at any regular service. Iu this 
the children could have part and profit, in¬ 
stead of being hurried off to bed bo the 
parents could go to church; and we much 
mistake if the conducting of such a class 
would not benefit father or mother, or both, 
more tlmn the hearing of a sermon. The 
exercise should be made free and colloquial, 
and should have none of the “ set” air of a 
Sunday-school room. The more rambling 
and discursive it is, so it does not range 
away to subjects wholly foreign, the more 
interesting it will prove. 
Bible teaching can he rendered as attrac¬ 
tive as the most exacting child may wish. 
To do this will require Borne study upon the 
parents’ part; but the study will vepoy many 
fold. It will demand much tact, also; yet 
tact is a parental necessity, and cannot lie 
too carefully practiced. For aids in general 
a trifling expense may he necessary; hut 
such investment will return a good interest. 
There should he a good Bible dictionary in 
every home, with at least a few commen¬ 
taries ; and a map or two, delineating Bible 
lands, will prove exceedingly valuable. 
With aids like these numerous subjects 
can be treated of intelligently and attrac¬ 
tively for an hour every evening. The ro¬ 
mance of Old Testament times is fruitful of 
themes fairly enchanting to youthful minds, 
and can be lit up with anecdotes innumera¬ 
ble and instructive. In recent study of por¬ 
tions of the Old Testament we have been 
more than ever impressed with the sugges¬ 
tions it. presents for family teaching; and if 
our friends will but take up the old Mosaic 
records with this thought in view, they will 
fancy themselves opening a new mine. 
We have not space to give more specific 
directions as to courses of teaching. Let 
parents follow out. their own inclinations, 
aud work up to some standard of their own 
devising. Only let the hint we have offered 
he well considered. The home-life is too 
much a life of carelessness. Fathers and 
mothers are too much prone to accepting 
their parental responsibilities in a general 
way, aud passing by the details. There is a 
call for reform. Evils weighty and wide- 
spreading are crowding the truest virtues 
out of society; aud how shall they he met? 
By tho home influence. And to make that 
most effective St must be strengthened in 
every way possible. See to it, friends, that 
you individually do your duty. 
•--- 
God Uses Means. — We must never fall 
into the delusion that the purposes of God 
set aside the use of means. I have heard 
thoughtless or captious talkers say, “ If God 
works out His purposes, then there is no 
need for preaching, or any other means.” 
Ah, simpleton that thou art, if we teach v on 
that God Avorks out His purposes by means, 
how mad must you he to ebarge us with 
thinking lightly of the means !— Spurgeon. 
-- 
Man, “ Symbol of Eternity imprisoned 
into Time,” it is not thy works—which are 
all mortal, infinitely little, and the greatest 
no greater than the least—but only the spirit 
thou worlcest in, that can have worth or 
continuance.— Carlyle. 
