THE LOVED NOT LOST 
they refine and culture the whole being. It 
is only through them that taste is broadened 
ami educated, and taste is only another name 
forcivilizution. Civilization is but the group¬ 
ing of many educated tastes, embodied in 
many cultured selves. It is the natural out¬ 
growth of self’s desires, calling for finer 
things. 
Self may he pandered to grossly, but this 
only leads to correspondingly gross results, 
is outside of tire legitimate desires, legiti¬ 
mately met, and deserves gravest censure. 
Wo have been speaking of matters purer, 
and looking to purer ends. In so fur as self 
can educate self, aud culture it up out of a 
sluggish content, it should certainly do so. 
The success of the would hangs on this self- 
culture. Whatever may conserve to the 
same, then, is to be made use of Fiuc 
houses, fine fhrniture, finely hound hooks, 
gratifying the eye, do more. They make a 
sweeter harmony of all existences. They 
beautify, and they really bless. Blot them 
out, and all progress of character and of life 
is in a great measure stopped. If all per¬ 
sons were blind to them the same conse¬ 
quence would ensue, and humanity would 
be vastly the poorer. 
blouse, loose belted down Gabrielis Shape is 
worn. For four or live-year-olds, little short 
jackets, with the Saxon skirt, (a strait skirt 
coming just below the knee, plaited in box 
plaits to a belt) is preferred. For darker 
suits, the jacket and undervest is made of 
Melton cloth, with a Saxon skirt of Scotch 
plaid, and a scarf of the same fastened on 
One shoulder with a rosette, aiul tied loosely 
at the waist under the other arm. The 
amount, of embroidery expended upon some 
of the pique suits is aggravating, and in 
prices ranging from six to fifty dollars. 
I suppose mothers take a “ heap of com¬ 
fort ” in embroidering their children’s dresses, 
but it is a foolish waste of time and strength 
notwithstanding. Babies and toddlers need 
from a dozen to twenty dresses, simply made 
of calico, cambric, cotton or linen goods, 
that wash easily and well. If made at home 
on the sewing machine, they will cost about 
twenty-five cents apieec. They will live 
just, as long, know just as much, as if their 
slips or.dresses cost ten times as much. The 
only requisite is cleanliness.— [Concluded 
next week. 
looks new until the “day of its death.” 
French poplins, (which are often palmed oil 
for the Irish,) are from seventy-five cents to 
two dollars and twenty-five cents per yard, 
from twenty to twenty-four inches wide. 
Soie de Japan , (Japan silks,) three-fourths 
yard wide, arc two dollars per yard. 
Silks 
for spring wear are largely in chenes and 
stripes. Blitcfc and white chono, twenty-four 
inches wide, three dollars. Twenty-two 
inches, two dollars and fifty cents, and two 
dollars. American silks cost about the same 
as the French, and believers in home patron¬ 
age should purchase them. As yet they are 
mostly manufactured in black, or black and 
white. Black silk is largely purchased for 
suits, and trimmed in all sorts of ways. 
Flounces are cut on the bias or straight; 
edges pinked, hound or raveled so as to form 
a fringed edgo. People who can afford lace, 
use that largely for trimming. Real lace is 
never out of date, aud can. bo used many 
years, while the imitation, costing perhaps, 
half as much, lasts but a short time and never 
looks well. Wraps for silk suits are in 
basques,short sailor or English jackets, with 
or without sleeves; half fitting basques, 
belted down; and then the grand over gar¬ 
ment, with a waist and sleeves, and long, 
puffed up, looped up, bowed and bewitched 
skirt, that is stunning, worn with anything. 
When sleeves arc added to wraps, a flowing 
style is usually prettiest. 
A very handsome black silk suit, Parisian 
made, was trimmed with strait rufilcs of 
grenadine edged with lace. Old black silks 
jllobcs untr 
aimers 
How alrantfo it aeonis, with so much gono 
Of life and love, to still live on! 
Ah, brother, only 1 iin<t tliou 
Are left of alt that circle now— 
The dear home faces whereupon 
That fltful firelight paled and shone. 
Henceforward,listen as wo will. 
The voices of that hearth are still; 
I.ook whore wo may the wild world o’er. 
Those lighted faces shine no more. 
Wo tread the path lheir feet have worn, 
Wo beneath their orchard trees. 
We hear thorn like the bum of bees 
And rustle of the bludod corn ; 
We turn the panes that they road, 
Their written words we linger o’er; 
I$Ufc in the sun they cast no shade. 
No voice is hoard, no sign is made, 
No slop is on the conscious Hour! 
Yet love will dream, and faith will trust, 
Since lie who knows our need is Just, 
That somehow, somewhere, meet we must. 
Alas! for him who never sees 
The stars shine through his cypress trees! 
Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, 
Nor looks to see the. breaking day 
Across the mournful nmrhle play ’. 
Who bath not learned In hours of faith. 
The truth to tlesh and sense unknown, 
That. Id re Is over Lord of Deat h, 
Anti love can never lose its own ! 
I John O. Whittier 
FASHION AND FLUMMERY 
For Old and Young.—ffpiimx mid Summer 
Suits, Ilcnovfitintr Old Dresses. Hats, 
Bonnets, Collars, tf loves, Crinoline, 
Coiff ures, Fa rnwols, Ac., Ac., Ac. 
BY MI NT WOOD, 
to tics for jilunilists 
HORSES IN A STORM 
All really good pictures tell their own 
story, rendering description superfluous. 
The very spirited one which wc give here¬ 
with, is not an exception. It is engraved 
from L. Phong & Co.’s chromo of Adams’ 
well-known painting, and we reproduce it 
THE DESIRES OF SELF. 
The desires of self are not always ob¬ 
noxiously selfish, neither are they always 
prompted by pride and a spirit of self- 
glorification. Good Dr. Fuanklin was only 
look, as the fishermen called her, was 
a comely young woman of eight, and 
twenty, and lived with little Jamie in 
a cottage on the mainland, two miles 
away. It was a bright autumn even¬ 
ing, the 6th of September, and the birth¬ 
day of little .Jamie ; Mam Gurlock took 
the hoy down to til© beach, lifted him 
into t heir own little boat, the Seatncw, 
and rowed across the smooth water to 
the light house. Gurlock was glad to 
see his wife, gladder still to welcome 
the Henmew, for which lie. had present 
occasion. Old Martin, his more ex¬ 
perienced assistant, had been taken in 
a fit, and Miles wished to take him 
ashore for proper nursing and medical 
care. So ailer seeing little Jamie safely 
deposited in his own neat berth, with 
its dimily curtains closely drawn, and 
promising Mum that lie would return 
in throe hours at farthest, lie helped 
the old man to the boat and rowed 
rapidly toward the shore. The night 
closed In, the lamps in the lantern 
were trimmed and lighted, little Jamie 
slept, in the white - curtained berth, and 
Mam Gurlock sat near him, thriftily 
busy in mending her husband’s coat. It 
was nearly time for tiic good man’s re¬ 
turn, and Abel Rushton, the assistant 
keeper left in charge, went down the 
HORSES IN A STORM. — FROM THE CHROMO OF L. PRANG & CO 
from the Aldinc Press,—a journal delight¬ 
ing in ali typographical excellence, and 
heretofore highly commended in our col¬ 
umns. While it. is impossible for us to show 
the light and color, and the rich glow of tin; 
original, we feel sure that our readers will 
lie pleased to receive, such, a representation 
of a very much admired work of art as we 
arc able to give. It is only by popularizing 
art that we render it. beneficial, and finely 
illustrated journals, chromo lithographs, and 
the like, arc a great means to this end. The 
more they are multiplied, therefore, and the 
more widely they are disseminated, the 
greater is the good accomplished, and the 
more complete is the benefit to the world. 
half right when he said:—“The eyes of 
other people are the eyes that ruin us. If 
all hut myself were blind, 1 should want 
neither fine houses nor fine furniture.” 
Self, properly cultured, desires these things, 
and many similar ones besides, on ils own 
account. As a means to further culture 
line surroundings are worth the having. In¬ 
deed, they are almost essential. I lannonious 
development of character and life is not at¬ 
tained amid dissonant surroundings. The 
inner and nobler being is dependent greatly 
on the outer and baser existence. 
All observation and experience confirm 
tliis opinion. Hovels do not culture their 
occupants; the truly cultured are not satis¬ 
fied to dwell in hovels, because their lives 
are not in harmony therewith. Pride is not 
the king over all natures. There are many 
who, feeling a properly independent spirit, 
would as soon abide in the plainest of places, 
surrounded bv the plainest of household 
goods, so far as the public ken is concerned, 
who find such common and untidy abiding 
places and surroundings repugnant to their 
own selves. They “ feel above” them in no 
objectionable mood; but out of a longing 
for something better and worthier,—“ finer,” 
to employ the comparative of Dr. Frank¬ 
lin's adjective,—a longing that even Dr. 
Franklin would be compelled to admit not 
dangerous, but deserving. 
Self-satisfaction is ignobly selfish when it 
is compassed by means debasing and un¬ 
worthy,—means leading to no ends that will 
purify and make better. Many luxuries that 
seem to cater solely to self, cater wisely. In 
a subtle sense that is difficult of description, 
but that usually obtains and makes itself felt, 
cau be covered or trimmed with grenadine 
and made to do excellent duty. In the 
grenadine goods this season, as last,, are 
shown robe dresses, which, passably pretty 
when fashionable will be ugly enough a year 
or two lienee. Black grenadine, trimmed 
with black satin, or enlivened with greem 
violet, or lavender is very pretty and elegant. 
Then there are grenadines with set figures 
in bright colors, which are exceedingly pretty 
and suitable for all womankind out of the 
realms of absolute girlhood. The old-fash¬ 
ioned Valencias are in vogue, and for bind¬ 
ing the flounces, ruffles, etc., of such goods 
iron berage is much used. On grays, light 
cheim and the like, brown berage binding is 
used. 
Children's ami Alinses Soil-, 
are made like their mothers’ only on a smaller 
scale. Very pretty ready made suits can be 
bad for ten dollars. Some suggestions may 
not be amiss. A pale fawn colored pongee, 
with trimmings of the same bound with blue, 
flounce on bottom of skirt, plain high waist, 
coat sleeves, half fitting, polonaise or long 
sacque belted down with belt and sash. A 
gray French poplin, ruffles bound with satin 
in Roman colors, puton in box plaits. Eng¬ 
lish jacket with navy collar. Wash poplin, 
ecru, trimmed with flat bias bauds of the 
same, edged with white braid stitched under. 
Piques 
are universal, for old and young, but the 
hard, thick, heavy white piques are very un¬ 
becoming white dresses, for dark people gen¬ 
erally. Thin, airy muslins become them 
better. Very heavy pique is hard to wash 
and iron. Its durability is its recommenda¬ 
tion for children’s suits. For little boys, the 
FIDELITY IN LITTLE THINGS, 
Great virtues are rare; the occasions for 
them are very rare; and when they do oc¬ 
cur wc are prepared for them; we are ex¬ 
cited by the grandeur .of the sacrifice; we 
are supported either by the splendor of the 
deed in the eyes of tlie world or by the self 
complacency that we experience from the 
performance of an uncommon action. Little 
things are unforeseen ; they return every 
moment; they come in contact witli our 
pride, our indolence, our haughtiness, our 
readiness to take offense; they contradict 
our inclinations perpetually. It is, however, 
only by fidelity in little things that a true 
and constant love to God can be distinguished 
from a passing fervor of spirit. 
A would-be Avit asked his old uncle if 
the tolling of a bell did not put him in mind 
of bis latter end. “ No sir,” lie replied, 
“ but the rope puts me in mind of yours.” 
