'aims’ |3ort-3FoIiff. 
TO MISS SUSAN B, ANTHONY. 
[The following poem by Phcbob Cary was read at 
the recent celebration of Mlsa ANTHONY’S Fiftieth 
Birthday, when there was u lartfe gathering of the 
“ strong-mindod’’ at the Woman’s Bureau In New 
York City.—EDi. Btnu i J 
We touch our caps, and place to-night 
The victor's wreath upon her, 
The woman who outranks us all 
In courage and In honor. 
While others in domestic broils 
Have proved by word nnd carriage^ 
That one of the United States 
Is not the state of marriage. 
She, earing not for loss of men, 
Nor for the world’s confusion; 
Has carried on a civil war. 
And made a '* Revolution 1” 
True, other women have been bravo 
When banded or bus-banded ; 
But she has bravely fought her way 
Alone and tingle-handed. 
And think of her unselfish strength. 
Her generous disposition, 
Who never made u lasting prop 
Out of a proposition. 
She might have chosen an honored name. 
And noue have scorned or hissed U ; 
Have written Mrs. Jones or Smith, 
But, strange to say, she misted It. 
For fifty years to come may she 
Grow rich, and ripe, and mellow, 
Be quoted evon above “ par,” 
Or any other fellow 1 
And speak the truth from pole to pole, 
And keep her light u-burnlng, 
Before she cuts her Bttck to go 
The way there's no returning, 
Because her motto, grand, bath been 
The right of every humuu; 
And first and la9t, and right or wrong, 
Bhe takes the side of woman. 
“ A perfect woman, nobly planned,” 
To aid, not to amuse one. 
Take her for all in all wo ne’er 
Shall see the match for Susan ! 
RECEIVING ATTENTIONS. 
We rejoice in tlie freedom which exists in 
this country between the sexes. As com¬ 
pared with the relations found in foreign 
countries, it is very broad ; but in its breadth 
there is much mutual benefit. Therefore we 
would do nothing to lessen it. Particularly 
would we say to young men and young 
women, Deul frankly with one another; let 
there be no falseness between you; study 
each other’s characters in the light of truth 
and honesty; mingle together without pre¬ 
varication or deceitfulness ; for so shall you 
grow worthier of each other. 
But there are considerations touching this 
desired intercourse which neither sex should 
lose sight of. The question of receiving at¬ 
tention is perhaps most weighty with young 
women. “ From whom, and to what extent, 
may I receive attentions?” it becometli 
every young lady to ask herself. Her own 
good sense will answer wisely, in general, if 
she but exercise it. That many do exercise 
it, we are very glad to know. That a few 
are cureless in this respect we feel tolerably 
certain; and it is for these that we write. 
Will they bear with us while we offer some 
brief suggestions ? 
In the first place, no young woman should 
accept expensive attentions from young men. 
This is generally understood, in so far as re¬ 
lates to presents aud the like. Few girls 
will receive costly gills from admirers; aud 
this is well. But many, declining gifts, ac¬ 
cept what is equally expensive, and think 
nothing of it. It is because they do it 
thoughtlessly that we now ask a hearing. 
What is the wide difference between a book 
or a bouquet, or some bit of jewelry, costing 
five or ten dollars, and a sleigh-ride, or a 
box at the opera, costing fully as much, that 
the one should be refused and the other ac¬ 
cepted with thanks? The young man’s 
purse is depleted the same in either case; 
and this matter is, after all, a matter of dol¬ 
lars and cents in a degree too little appre¬ 
ciated. 
There are young men undergoing prison 
discipline to-day, who were led into crime 
by this very thoughtlessness of young wo¬ 
men. Opera-boxes aud bouquets are com¬ 
mon things In town, and the dear ladies pro¬ 
nounce them “superb.” “Therefore they 
must be had,” reasons admiring Adolphus ; 
and for the getting lie sacrifices all his mea¬ 
ger salary, cheats his laundress, swindles his 
landlady, and defrauds liia employer. Rides, 
and suppers, and hall tickets are customary 
in the country, and these, though less expen¬ 
sive than then’ substitutes or duplicates in 
town, foot up roundly iflargely indulged in, 
and consume that substance which John 
the youthful farmer should be putting aside 
to buy a farm with, or which George the 
social clerk should he saving up wherewith 
to by-and-by stock a store of his own. 
“ Excuse me; but I from principle decline 
all invitations necessitating much expense, 
and this trip you propose will cost several 
dollars,” was the reply of a young lady we 
once knew, to a tempting tender of a day’s 
pleasure. We honored her for it. It was a 
true woman’s answer, and worthy of the sex. 
How many in her place would have made 
it? We know of one man,—to-day an hon¬ 
est citizen, God be thanked!—who lost five of 
the best yearn of his life in a penitentiary be¬ 
cause a young woman accepted attentions 
from him that cost him more than his in¬ 
come, and that made him a defaulter. There 
are others like her. To such we would say,— 
Take heed, for in your carelessness you are 
doing a grievous sin. 
But do you answer that a young man 
must be weak and worthless who will thus 
run into crime to please any woman ? Wcuk, 
but not always worthless. We are all weak. 
The first man ruined his prospects to please 
the first woman; aud he has had Imitators 
without number, ever since. To make life 
more pleasant for womankind is as worthy 
as any human desire can be; but the dear 
creatures are responsible if this gratification 
cost them any man’s honor or welfare. Aud 
this personal responsibility we would im¬ 
press upon all, as the application of our per¬ 
haps already over-long sermon. Having 
made the application, our sermonizing shall 
for the present cease. 
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THE POET-SISTERS. 
Widely known, through their writings, 
and centering in themselves the kindly 
wishes of thousands, Alice and Phcebe 
Cary, the poet-sisters, have long resided 
very quietly in New York city. How they 
came hither, and what their manner of life 
is, are items of interest to all, therefore we 
quote from Packard’s Monthly us follows: 
In 1848 Horace Greeley went to Cin¬ 
cinnati to lecture, and he visited the Carys 
at their home. What, the “philosopher” 
told them of city life, what pictures lie 
painted of metropolitan splendor, I do not 
know, but two years after these young ladies 
did Just that thing which Horace Greeley 
is constantly warning young men in the 
country not to do—they came to New York. 
It was a bold step. They entered the city 
not knowing a single soul except the distin¬ 
guished lecturer, whom still 1 suspect of 
having enticed these innocent and gifted 
damsels from the “rural districts” to this 
“ sink of iniquity.” Ilia influence in t he 
affair is redeemed by his faithful friendship 
ever since, and justified by their very great 
success. They fell to work, and soon pre¬ 
vailed to conquer fate. Their whole career 
since has been one of growing ability, and 
increasing social and literary influence and 
importance. 
The interest felt in these ladies has been 
Increased by the frank hospitality which has 
made their home the gathering place of peo¬ 
ple of the most diverse mental, and spiritual, 
and social habits and culture. Their first 
city friends were members of the press. 
They had no father, brother or beaux, and 
so their evenings were spent in-doors. In 
that remote period of American history, 
there being no such thing as a paper pub¬ 
lished every day in the week, the Misses 
Cary, who made the “evening and the 
morning one day,” and so closed their Sab¬ 
bath with the sundown of the first day in 
the week, set apart its evenings for their 
friends. 
And thus began their “ Suuday Evening 
Receptions,” so well known in America and 
even in Europe, and their present pastor has 
not prevailed to make them change the cal¬ 
endar. Through all these years it has been 
their custom to set the tea-table on Sunday 
evenings for fifteen or twenty guests—and 
those come who choose, and eat, and drink, 
and talk, and then through the evening men 
and women drop in as they may, and the 
conversation is informal, and no social bonds 
are created, for parties are seldom presented 
to one another. The sisters are inseparable. 
They have wonderful physical as well as in¬ 
tellectual sympathy. They love each other 
with extraordinary devotion, and they love 
their home. They have never been to Eu¬ 
rope. They seldom leave the city. In the 
summer a run of a few weeks to the White 
Mountains, and a visit of a few days to their 
friend, the poet Whittier, constitutes their 
vacation. 
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GOSSIPY PARAGRAPHS. 
Whigh letter in the alphabet is most use¬ 
ful to a deaf old lady ? A—it will make her 
hear. 
A learned lady, the other evening, as¬ 
tonished the company by asking for the 
" loan of a diminutive argentine truncative 
cone, convex on its summit, and semi- 
perforated with symmetrical indentations.” 
She wanted a thimble. 
A young lady in another State has just 
secured a position as school teacher upon 
the following certificate:—“ This is to certify 
that Tamar Noyes stands on a medium with 
other girls of her age and sex, and for what 
I know, is as good as folks in general.” 
“ How Is it, my dear,” inquired a school¬ 
mistress of a little girl, “ that you do not 
understand this simple thing?” “ I do not 
know, Indeed,” she answered, with a per¬ 
plexed look ; “ but I sometimes think I have 
so many things to learn that I have not time 
to understand” 
f boire ItlisccUanu. 
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MY SECRET. 
Bend >our lieads. ye tall trees, above; 
Listen, O listen, sweet flowers, below— 
He's mine forever—my love, my love! 
My secret of secrets now you know. 
Guyly rustle the loaves us I puss; 
All the blossoms smile In the press; 
Carol the birds upon every bough; 
“ Happy,” they all say— M happy art thou.” 
Denr llttlo birds, throughout all the land, 
Ye will tell this secret of mine erulong. 
But none will be able to understand; 
They will only say; ” now sweet is the song!” 
And the flowers will whisper my talo to-night 
To the fairies that come In the clear moonlight; 
And the leaves will murmur it soft and low 
To the suiiiinur-wlndi thut uraong them go. 
O birds, will you louvu us when days are cold ? 
Will the Dowers wither, the leaves grow sere! 
Little brook, will the frost your wavelets hold? 
Will the earth be sad, as It was last year? 
To the world shall winter come by-und-by; 
But when leaves shall fall,and when flowersdie, 
And the woodland singers are over the seu, 
This summer-time still in ray heart shall be. 
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BAGPIPES. 
The popular conception of bagpipes is all 
wrong. Or rather the character of that in¬ 
strument, as indicated by the performances 
which greet our ears here in the United 
States, is not its true one, but a perversion 
most unfortunate. People will generally 
agree with Henry Ward Beecher when 
he says that 11 the bagpipe is the Instrument 
that was made to express what was left of 
sound after other instruments had used up 
all smoothness aud harmony.” They will so 
agree, because they know nothing of the 
bagpipe’s real nature. 
The instrument that called forth Mr. 
Beecher’s definition was doubtless that 
apology of the street, in the hands of some 
strolling piper whose chief desire was only 
to attract a crowd, With such, nearly all 
are familiar. The unearthly screech with 
which they terminate every phrase of a 
musical composition, and which, by way of 
variety, they throw in at odd intervals by 
far too frequent, is but too well remembered. 
And in the estimation of many this screech 
is inseparable from the instrument, and a 
necessary destroyer of whatever might claim 
sweetness else. 
But listen to a band of genuine Highland 
pipers, and you shall be undeceived. Not 
once will you hear that most unmusical of 
all sounds. A little shrill the music will be, 
of a certainty; yet not unpleasantly so, and 
it, will stir you with a keener thrill than you 
are wont to feel. Verily is a band of pipers 
a pleasant sight, with their picturesque 
High laud cost ume, aud their ribbons floating 
gayly from their pipes! See them marching 
proudly up aud down before the parade line 
of a regiment of Scotch Highlanders, as we 
have done, and listen to the inspiring strains 
of “ Tho Campbells are Coming,” and then 
condemn bagpipes if you can ! 
Well played, and heard ala little distance, 
the bagpipe lias a wild sweetness that is in¬ 
deed fascinating. Hear it bo played, ami you 
will hardly wonder longer that it has had 
such power over Scottish hearts. Imagine 
its weird melody re-echoing among the glens 
and mountains of Auld Scotland, and you 
can readily comprehend the added charm it. 
there possesses. Listening’ to the unartistic 
player in our midst, you may wonder how 
the bagpipe ever became a national instru¬ 
ment ; hearing a piper who loves his pipe 
and is master of it, you will marvel no more. 
Fully identified with Scottish nationality 
ns it is, the bagpipe is yet of other than 
Scotch origin. It was doubtless imported 
into Scotland from Norway, where its use is 
now little known. Who invented it, we 
cannot tell. Scotchmen owe a great debt to 
some, one, for efforts in that line. For have 
not the pipes nerved many a Highland heart 
to valiant doing ? Has not clan after clan 
of hold retainers followed their chief with a 
readier will because of their inspiriting 
notes? You cannot separate the bagpipe 
from history. About the only instrument 
that is, or ever has been, really and distinc¬ 
tively national, it will retain its nationality 
in story and song if not in living deeds, 
through generations to come. Country- 
loving Scots love it yet, us an emblem of 
country, or for its own sake, and they will 
cling to it in preference to any other. Let 
Mr. Beecher take care how lie flaunts his 
musical heresy in the face of Highland kilts, 
if he have regard for his reputation in old 
Scotia! 
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THINKING. 
Thinking, not growth, makes perfect 
manhood. There are some who, though 
they have done growing, are still only boys. 
The constitution may be fixed, while the 
judgment is immature; the limbs may be 
strong, while the reasoning is feeble. Many 
who can run, and jump, and hear any fa¬ 
tigue, cannot observe, cannot examine, can¬ 
not reason or judge, contrive or execute— 
they do not think. 
Accustom yourself, then, to thinking. Set 
yourself to understand whatever you see or 
read. To run through a book is not a diffi¬ 
cult task, nor is it a very profitable one. To 
understand a few pages only is far better 
than to read the whole, where mere reading 
it is all. It the work does not set you to 
thinking, either you or the author must be 
very deficient. 
It is only by thinking that a man can 
know himself. Yet nil other knowledge 
without this is splendid ignorance. Not a 
glance merely, but much close examination 
will be requisite, for the forming of a true 
opinion of your own powers. Ignorance 
and self-conceit always tend to make you 
overrate your personal ability—as a slight 
degree of knowledge may make a timid mind 
pass upon himself too humble a judgment. 
It is only by thinking, and much impartial 
observation, that a man can discover his 
real disposition. A hasty temper only sup¬ 
poses itself properly alive; an indolent in* 
duiger imagines he is as active as any one; 
but by close and severe examination each 
may discover something nearer the truth. 
Thinking is, indeed, the very germ of self- 
cultivation—the source from which all vital 
influence springs. Thinking will do much 
for an active mind, even in the absence of 
books, or living instructors. The reasoning 
faculty grows firm, expands, discerns its own 
power, acts with increasing facility, preci¬ 
sion, and extent, under all its privations. 
Where there is no privation, but every help 
from former thinkers, how much may we not 
expect from it 1 Thus great characters rise. 
While lie who thinks little, though much lie 
reads, or much he sees, can hardly call any¬ 
thing he has his own. lie trades with bor¬ 
rowed capital, and is on the high road to 
literary, or rather to mental, bankruptcy. 
-- 
LITTLE MARY’S THOUGHT. 
Little Mary had just come from the 
window, where she had been gazing out 
with great pleasure, and sat down on her 
little stool at her papa’s feet. It was just at 
sunset, and a most glorious sunset it was. 
The western sky was mantled with clouds 
of tho most gorgeous hues, upon which the 
little girl gazed with thoughtful pleasure. 
“Papa,” she said, at length, “do you 
know what I think when 1 see those pretty 
clouds ?” 
“ No; what do you think of them, Mary ?” 
“1 always think they are God’s veils. 
Doesn’t He have beautiful veils, papa, to hide 
him from us ?” 
“True enough, little one,” thought I; 
“ the clouds which veil Him from ottr sight 
now are beautiful. There is a rainbow on 
them, if we will see it; they shine with 
mercy and truth.” 
Was not that a pretty thought of little 
Mary's V And does it not remind you of 
the time when the veil shall be parted, and 
He “ shall come with clouds, and every eye 
shall see Him.” 
- 
Means of Beauty.—I have come to the 
conclusion, if man, or woman, either, wishes 
to realize the full power of personal beauty, 
it must be by cherishing noble hopes and 
purposes; by having something to do, and 
something lo live for, which is worthy of 
humanity, aud which, by expanding the 
capacities of the soul, gives expansion and 
symmetry to the body which contains it.— 
Professor Upturn. 
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SANDWICHES. 
Diogenes very pertinently wants to know 
who wu3 the husband of the celebrated 
mother of pearl. 
Experimental philosophy — Asking a 
man to lend you money. Moral philosophy 
—Refusing to do it. 
An industrious and virtuous education of 
children is a better inheritance for them 
than a great estate. 
Fortune knocks once, at least, at every 
man's door. Some men must have been out 
when she knocked at theirs. 
Law is like a sieve; you may see through 
it, bat you must be considerably reduced be¬ 
fore you can get through it. 
To ascertain the number of children in a 
street—beat a drum. To ascertain the num¬ 
ber of loafers—start a dog fight. 
He that forecasts what may happen will 
never be surprised. It is too lute to begin to 
arm when the enemy is at our quarters. 
It may not be generally known that edi¬ 
tors get one important item of subsistence at 
a low price—they get bored for nothing. 
An exchange praises an egg, “ laid on our 
table by the Rev. Dr. Smith,” which shows 
that Brother Smith is a layman as well as a 
minister. 
A little girl wanted to say that she had 
a fan, but had forgotten the name, so she 
described it as a “ thing to brush the warm 
off you with.” 
A man who cheats in small measure is a 
measureless rogue. If lie gives short meas¬ 
ure in wheat, then he is a rogue in grain. 
If in whisky, then he is a rogue in spirit. 
If he gives a bad title to land, then he is a 
rogue indeed. 
abbatb |v*aj&m0. 
TRUSTING. 
BY QUACK GLENN. 
On, the waking and tho dreaming 1 
Ob. the being and the seeming I 
Oh, the shadows that o'erveil tho light of day I 
Through the ever, nnd the never, 
Shull I reueh the glud forever 
From the winding paths that lead my feet astray? 
Shull I clasp the hand above me. 
Close onough to IIlui who loves mo 
That, i may not altogether lose the way? 
Shall I keep my heart securely 
In the only care that surely 
Leudoth from the evil to the perfect day? 
Not ulone; my strength Is weakness ;— 
Teach me. Father, so In meekness 
My unoertaln steps to trust ulone to The©,— 
That when Chhist shall ope the Portal 
Lending to tho grand Immortal 
I may ready, qultu. to meet the Bridegroom, be. 
lonlu, Mich., Feb. 1670. 
SELLING OUR BIRTHRIGHTS. 
There are many Esaus. Of the multi¬ 
tudes of men who go up and down among 
us, how may are there who have not sold 
their birthrights ? 
Notwithstanding the full, there is a birth¬ 
right for every one. Manhood is the noblest 
heritage which cun accrue to being. Purity, 
honor and truth were not all upyielded 
When the first man sinned. In these each 
man lms still a share. Of these, alas 1 thou¬ 
sands ave, daily selling their portion for a 
mesa of pottage! 
Esau and Jacob of old were types of two 
great classes that were to exist long after,— 
the one weak, lustful and foolish ; tho other 
sharp, far-sighted, grasping. And so long 
as Esaus remain, there will ho Jacobs to 
profit by their weakness, their improvidence. 
So long as one man stands ready to make 
over all that is best and truest in his life and 
character his fellow will he at lmml eager to 
receive the trust aud to use it to his own sel¬ 
fish advancement. 
But are we all sufficiently generous to give 
up self utterly for the sake of others ? Is 
our generosity wise? Just such spiritual 
loss as was Esau’s may not be ours, in sell¬ 
ing our birthrights, for there is no Messiah 1 
to come in our genealogical line; but there 
is an awful loss, nevertheless. And wliat 
is the gain? Your mess of pottage may be 
for the moment very tempting ; does its fla¬ 
vor last? Partaking of it, do you see your 
birthright pass into the hands of another 
and feel satisfied ? 
O, these messes of pottage 1 They are of 
Satan’s own mixing. They stand ready 
everywhere. What are they? We cannot 
tell. Some delightful dalliance may make 
up one; some lustful indulgence may savor 
forth in another; some unholy amusement, 
some selfish propensity, some secret sin, 
some open transgression, some destroying 
desire may comprise another. But at their 
best they are only pottage, and miserable 
compensation for that which they purchase. 
Is it not a little strange that men ordinarily 
keen at a bargain make such a losing thing 
of it in selling themselves? 
Have we—you and 1—our mess of pot¬ 
tage? If not, are we about to sell our birth¬ 
right that we may procure it? Let us take 
heed, lest in turn we come to pray as did 
Esau, “ Bless me, even me also, O my 
father 1” and the blessing be gone past us 
forever 1 
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GOD’S OMNISCIENCE. 
God never forgets anything. All His 
works, from the creation of a world to the 
tinting of a leaf, arc finished, perfect. Did 
you ever stand under a full-boughod, heuvy- 
foliaged tree in summer time, and pluck one 
of its myriad leaves and examine its delicate 
tracery, its coloring, the very perfection of 
its finished beauty, and then think of the 
countless number of such leaves, of the 
mighty foreslfe whose luxurious growth 
covers so much of the world, and reflect 
that among them all there is not a leaf un¬ 
finished, each perfect in its form and color. 
And did you ever pick a flower, either 
from cultured garden or by wayside walk, 
enjoy its odor and bless its beauty, and Btop 
to think how all the wide earth blossoms 
with such fragrant beauty, and no flower of 
them all forgotten,—the same careful hand 
tilling each glowing heart with perfume and 
coloring each leaf with care? When wc 
think of this omniscience, of this never-fail¬ 
ing care, w« feel something of the attributes 
of that Power—unseen, yet ever present; 
untouched, yet ever felt—who gives to tho 
violet its color, to the rose its fragrance, who 
tints witli beauty the tiniest leaf, and yet 
whose hand controls the planets in their 
courses, whose fiat rules the countless worlds. 
-- 
Gratitude for mercies, patience under 
trials, congenial society and the hope of 
heaven, will bring us all the happiness this 
life can bear. Absolutely, there is nothing 
beyond these but the life eternal. Accept 
tills view, and waste no more time and labor 
in seeking for happiness where it is not. 
