WELCOME TO MAY. 
BY MRS. A. E. H. 
Darling, my darliniZ, tlm May Hnw i* ln<re. 
Gladdest. o£ all Mio Kind nii'ntU* i» tho year; 
Darkness and winter no longer appear. 
Freed is the beautiful river; 
The ice chains that hound it enthrall It no more, 
Softly its waves kiss the silvery shore, 
And the wild birds above Hs bright- ripples that soar 
Sing peans of praise to life's giver. 
Fairer art- thou than this morn of the May, 
Sweater thy voice than the song birds at play. 
Brighter tliy tresses than sun beams that stray, 
Lighting the pale clouds at even : 
Thou art to mo as the light to the morn 
When backward the banners of dnrkness are borne, 
Or a vision of hope to a spirit, forlorn. 
Bringing it promise of heaven. 
Darling, my darling, this May time is ours,— 
Its beautiful suushlno and song bifdd and flowers; 
Peaceful at rest. In home’s beautiful bowers, 
Lot tts forget there Is sorrow, 
Tho tierce hoots of summer will And us too soon; 
Tho morning of life uniat give place to Its noon. 
And the heart that to-day sings its merriest tune 
May be mute in Its anguish to-morrow. 
Porter, N. Y., 18T0. 
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THE WOMEN’S UNIVERSITY OF 
NEW YORK. 
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Two preliminary meetings, and one Larger 
one at Stein way Hall, consisting of ladies of 
known intelligence and discretion, invited 
from all denominations, have voted unani¬ 
mously that the best interests of woman de¬ 
mand the establishment of institutions for 
her scientific and practical training, for her 
profession as the chief educator of child¬ 
hood and tho prime minister of the family 
state, and that these institutions should lie 
as liberally endowed as are the colleges and 
professional schools for men. This, then, 
may be assumed us the view of the highest 
class of American women. 
The question then arises, What amount 
of funds is needed to place women’s profes¬ 
sional training on an equality with men’s 
professions which are honored by endow¬ 
ments? 
The leading universities of this nation, 
such as Cambridge, Yale and Princeton, are 
provided with land, buildings, libraries, ap¬ 
paratus, and funds to support professors, 
valued at from three to five millions for each 
one, and yet their friends asks for more as 
indispensable to full equipment. Cornell 
University starts with over two millions, and 
is expecting much more. Columbia Col¬ 
lege counts endowments by millions, and 
our City University is largely endowed both 
by the State and by private benefactions, 
while a Methodist College for Now York 
State is commencing with half a million. 
We have at least eight endowed colleges 
and universities for men in this State alone, 
in addition to the theological, medical and 
scientific schools in various directions. In 
all these institutions the professors, whether 
married or single, are provided with salaries 
to support a family. 
It is now proposed to establish the first 
university ever known, in which women 
will bo as liberally supported by endow¬ 
ments to teach their professions as are the 
other sex, having at least six departments, 
which, it Is claimed, are equal in importance 
to the most honored professions of men, and 
demand equal science and training. There 
are ladies of the highest intelligence and 
culture ready to become principals, a gen¬ 
tleman of long experience to aid in the 
literary department, and a gentleman of un¬ 
usually high qualifications to manage the 
financial and out-door departments. 
The whole will be under the direction of 
our Board of Managers, consisting of ladles 
of intelligence and discretion, selected from 
every denomination, and acting chiefly by 
their Executive Committee and their agents; 
and there are several fine locations near the 
city, with buildings all ready, at least for a 
beginning. 
The Executive Committee are of opinion 
that half a million is a very modest sum to 
ask for the first and only Woman’s Uni¬ 
versity amici the numerous institutions of 
men, many of which are so much more ex¬ 
pensively endowed. With this sum secured, 
they are ready to commence their new and 
interesting enterprise oftraiuing wives, moth¬ 
ers, teachers, housekeepers, seamstresses, 
nurses, servants and all the other minis¬ 
tries which contribute to the honor, adorn¬ 
ment and usefulness of the family state. 
When our institution is fully carried out, 
as indicated in our circular, it will include 
as extensive a literary and scientific a course 
as most of our colleges, though a very differ¬ 
ent one. At. tho same time it will maintain 
a collection of some twelve to eighteen 
families, each consisting of two teachers, 
two adopted organs, and ten paying pupils, 
all practically engaged in woman’s distinc¬ 
tive profession, either as teachers or pupils, 
while any who wish it will be trained for 
some suitable business, securing honorable 
independence. To this will be added a 
Sanatarium for restoring teachers exhausted 
by labor or sickness where they will be 
trained to various hygienic modes of pre¬ 
serving and restoring health in schools and 
communities. 
If these high positions are conferred only 
on condition that candidates are practical 
proficients in all women’s domestic employ¬ 
ments, it will tend to elevate and dignify 
these now neglected and dishonored duties, 
and also to secure proper training for them 
both in the family and school. If such in¬ 
stitutions multiply, women M ill secure honor- 
aide independence in employments suited to 
their sex, and not be tempted to seek the in¬ 
stitutions and professions of men, nor led to 
vices by poverty, or to marriage for any but 
the appropriate reasons. And if woman’s 
proper duties are not thus made honorable 
ami remunerative, those of the other sex 
will be sought and obtained. 
in past time, it lias been customary to 
solicit ladies of wealth to endow institutions 
for men. Thus, within a short time six such 
institutions have thus obtained over half a 
million—one lady of this State furnishing 
$100,000, and another at the West $300,000. 
Still more has probably been gained from the 
same sources by many other institutions. In 
these cases ladies were solicited to provide for 
their friends of the other sex, and now, per¬ 
haps, it may seem suitable to receive offers in 
return, in order similarly to provide for 
woman. 
Our business agent will be found every 
day at No. 058 Sixth avenue and his office 
hours are from 2 to 4 P. M. lie will, on ap¬ 
plication, send circulars by mail containing 
details of the plan. Tt is our expectation 
that the ministers of religion, ever among 
the host friends of woman, will plead our 
cause as effectually as they are wont to do 
for colleges and theological schools, and our 
agent will also present it to ladies and gentle¬ 
men of wealth and benevolence in this city. 
Byd iroction of the Executive Committee 
of tho American Woman’s Educational 
Association. 
Catherine E. Beechier, Secretary. 
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THE WOMAN JUSTICE. 
Our readers are already advised of the 
fact, that the Territory of Wyoming has had 
a jury of women, and now has a feminine 
Justice of the Peace, in the person of Mrs. 
Esther Morris. The following extract 
from a letter written by her son, a lad of fif¬ 
teen, tells how she gets along; 
" 1 am glad to say my mother is perfectly 
at ease in her new position, and all the best 
citizens and the Press are her open and de¬ 
clared advocates. I have just finished read¬ 
ing 4 Eminent Women of the Age,’ and when 
I think of what the first advocates of abo¬ 
lition and woman’s rights had to endure of 
public ridicule, and much worse, were some¬ 
times scorned, hissed at and mobbed, the 
way for the followers now seems compara¬ 
tively smooth; and they who will finish the 
grand reform of equal rights will no more 
realize the hard work, self-denial, and suffer¬ 
ing it required, than the polisher who has 
glazed the statue which has employed so 
many hard days’ work In quarrying and 
chiseling the rough marble to a beautiful 
form. I am mother’s clerk, and since her 
appointment I have been busily engaged in 
studying law, and the forms used in our new 
calling. I think we will get. along smoothly, 
and the prospect of considerable business, 
too, is flattering; for most of the profession 
have offered to bring their cases to mother.” 
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MOTHER. 
Lamartine tells a story that exquisitely 
illustrates a mother’s love :—In some spring 
freshet, a river widely washed its shores and 
rent away a bough whereon a bird had built 
a cottage for her summer hope. Down the 
white and whirling stream drifted the green 
branch, its wicker cup of unfledged song, 
and fluttering beside it as it went, the moth¬ 
er bird. Unheeding thcs roaring river, on 
she went, her cries of agony and fear pierc¬ 
ing the pauses in the storm. How like the 
love of the old-fashioned mother, who fol¬ 
lowed the dove she had plucked from licr 
heart all over the world. Swept away by 
passion that child might he, it mattered not, 
though lie was bearing away with him the 
fragrance of the shattered roof-tree, yet, that 
mother was with him, a Ruth through all 
his life, and a Rachel at his death. 
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TWO CONUNDRUMS. 
The uncouth manners and straightfor¬ 
ward speech of the plain-spoken old Eng¬ 
lish philosopher, Dr. Johnson, have been 
the frequent text for anecdotes, and the fol¬ 
lowing is not the least enjoyable of the many 
we have read: 
A young lady at a fashionable dinner 
party pestered the doctor with a conundrum 
—a thing which the bluff old fellow utterly 
detested. “ Why is the letter J like the end 
of spring, doctor?” Of course the doctor 
could not tell. “ Because It’s (lie beginning 
of June,” was the solution. “ Now, miss, 
will you tell me why the letter K is like a 
pig’s tail ?” The young lady had to give it 
up- “ Because it’s the end of pork, miss.” 
The doctor enjoyed his dinner without 
further interruption from that young lady. 
Itotre PtsrfHang. 
SILVER WEDDING GREETING. 
TO MR. AND MRS. A. H. W. 
BY A. e. a . G. 
Merrily ring the bells to-night! 
Merrily ring the bells ! 
Fashion a wreath with loving hands, 
Orange and asphodels t 
Give It the groom to crown his bride. 
Lovelier now. we know. 
Richer by far in mind and grave, 
Than twenty-flvo years ago! 
Merrily ring the bells I 
Merrily ring the bells: 
Cheerily let, the Joy go round. 
Flowing the chalice o’er I 
Breaker nor gulf In long years' sail. 
Beautiful sen and shore; 
Laden tho barque with happiness 
Better than golden ore, 
Wafted by breath from balmy Isles— 
Promise of peace before. 
Merrily ring the bells! 
Merrily ring tho bells! 
Pleasant to sow the bright spring-timo, 
Pleasant to crop Its bloom; 
Better to bring the ripened sheaves, 
Better tho harvest home. 
O that the fruit that love has gained 
Purest of wheat maybe, 
Meet to ho stored In garners of GOD, 
Ripe for eternity. 
Merrily ring the hells I 
Merrily ring the bolls! 
Oh, we are young again to-night! 
Quickened our puisos move; 
Rapturous wakes the early glow,— 
Ueavenly wedded love! 
The heart shall never grow old and cold. 
Time cannot dim its truth. 
Hastening home to the em’rald shore— 
8horu of eternal youth ! 
Merrily ring the bulls ! 
Merrily ring the bells! 
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HALF-HOUR FANCIES. 
BY A. DRIFT. 
May. 
It is the sweetest word in the whole gram¬ 
mar of the year. So I fancy, sitting here 
this sunny morning, with the freshness of 
the new vernal time all about, me. May —it 
lias the sweetness of all sweet possibilities 
in it. Did they name it so because of these, 
l wonder? They would never have placed 
May in mid-winter, would they? There 
isn’t a hope, in January. Nature lias its 
may-ben, as well as life; but they are tin: 
sweet subjunctives which blue-binds and 
robins siug of as the buds swell, and which 
fill the air witli a strange fragrance ere the 
.Tunc roses come. 
May —may-bu—may-bo what? All, who 
can fancy it all ? Maybe innumerable blos¬ 
soms, maybe immeasurable fruit. Maybe— 
and this is the saddest fancy of tho whole— 
maybe blastings and disappointments. For 
all tiiese come in the year’s May. They are 
part of it, and cannot wholly be passed by. 
Aud so May is typical of life, and as we find 
the one, through its little round of days, so 
we shall find the other, throughout its longer 
round of weeks. 
Then May is an ambition. Each maybe is 
a promise, and eacli promise an incitement. 
Maybe —ah, what may not be, witli the glow 
of hope warming us on? 44 What w to be 
will bo,” I hear echoed from some old lump 
of personified fatalism, who uttered the 
words years agone, when dreaming was 
next to a crime, and expectant labor a su¬ 
perfluity. Well, suppose we grant tho mis¬ 
erable doctrine true, what matters it? The 
ambition of the season comes up within us, 
and responds hopefully, “ What, may be will 
be—if we labor for it!” Yes, labor is the 
many-lianded servant that shall bring ns all 
the good tilings without our reach. 
God must have placed Adam in Paradise 
in May, I am sure; and then there was a 
most glorious maybe for all the race. And 
it must have been an early apple that Eve 
ate—a very early one; too early by some 
thousands of years. Ah, if we only had that 
old maybe back here with us to-day—with us, 
and for us, and to be used for the betterment 
of the world! 
Yet, after all, may there not be a Paradise 
somewhere now within our reach? Some¬ 
thing tells me there is,—something in the 
vernal air that only translates its meaning to 
my finer senses. Paradise Lost is a memory, 
and a sad one; Paradise Regained is a hope, 
and sweet as only hopes can be. With this 
maybe in my heart I welcome buds and blos¬ 
soms and all verdant beauties. Breathing 
the rare incense of the morning I say to my¬ 
self 44 This May is mine. All that it can 
bring me I will compel it to bring. If it 
possess auy possibilities I will appropriate 
them to my good. And if, so compelling 
and appropriating, I find my Paradise,! will 
he reverently thankful.” 
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WHAT IT IS TO BE A MAN. 
What though I stand low in the scale of 
society, of learning, of culture—fine talking 
and fine speaking? What though associates 
and, if it must be, even friends prove unkind, 
superiors reach down no band to help, but 
would rather add to the burden 1 bear than 
lighten it ? What of this, when I can realize 
something of what this, our common hu¬ 
manity means, what it is to be a man, can 
look on the great marvels of power and good¬ 
ness that have walked the earth and say, 
44 These men had nothing that God lias not, 
also, in some measure given to me;” on great 
artists and say, 41 1 too have eyes that yet 
shall behold the glories on which these have 
looked;” on the work of an Angelo and 
say, “ My Father, I thank Time that Mils nmn 
had no vision which Thou shall not also en¬ 
able me to see, for Thou hast made him not 
more nor me less Ilian man on the master¬ 
pieces of all great, painters and say, “ No 
wonder of imagination, no splendor of im¬ 
agery ever flashed along the horizon of these 
exalted souls, but the time shall come when 
the same shall shine in even mine ?” 
What of these present and temporary dis¬ 
advantages under which I now stand, when 
I can hear the music of sweet singers, mas¬ 
ters of the spell and witchery of sound, and 
say, 44 Never yet did music so celestial swell 
upon the ear of their genius that mine shall 
not be attuned to hear it; ” or hear great 
eloquence and say, “ I, too, when the time 
shall come, shall have the fountains of feel¬ 
ing unstopped, tho glittering chain of rea¬ 
soning put. in my hand, and the beauty and 
wonder of sweet speech given even unto 
me;” or look on men who have laid founda¬ 
tions of States and institutions and thus ad¬ 
vanced the civilization of the world, or on 
men of great power and philanthropy, and 
say, “ God has planted also in me, humble 
as I am, the germs of all this greatness?” 
What of my littleness here and now when I 
can look on the sacred hill shining as no 
other summit In the world, aud say, 44 1 am 
a child of God, crowned with the glory of 
reason, and heir of eternal life?” What 
more can a mortal think or wish? — j. w. q. 
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BRAINS AND MUSCLE. 
W. S. Clark, Esq., President of the Mas¬ 
sachusetts Agricultural College, in his re¬ 
cent report, offers the following sensible re¬ 
marks : 
41 Some persons appear to look upon the 
contented performance of coarse and diffi¬ 
cult manual labor with a sort of respect, 
and to regard with suspicion any attempt 
to avoid or relieve it, as indicative of lazi¬ 
ness. But a desire for improvement lies 
at the foundation of all progress In the arts, 
and by the intelligent efforts of men dissatis¬ 
fied with the methods of the past, agricul¬ 
ture is rapidly rising toward the dignity and 
physical comfort of a learned profession, 
How much more mind, Mid how much less 
muscle is now called into requisition in tho 
various operations of husbandry than twen¬ 
ty-five years ago. In preparing the soil, in 
planting, in cultivating, in haying, in har¬ 
vesting, in threshing, in the management of 
the dairy—in fact, almost everywhere—in¬ 
telligence is the principal thing, and mere 
brute force comparatively worthless. The 
old prejudice against thoughtful, studious, 
and progressive men, as book farmers and 
fancy farmers, has at. length been overcome 
by the mass of printed matter which pours 
its light into every household, aud by the 
numberless improvements which have been 
demonstrated to he not merely expensive 
luxuries for the rich, but of priceless value 
to every tiller of the soil. 
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CHARITY. 
Every good act, says Mahomet, is charity. 
Your smiling in your brother’s face is chari¬ 
ty; an exhortation of your fellow-men to 
virtuous deeds is equal to alms-giving ; your 
putting a wanderer on tlui right road is 
charity; your removing stones and thorns 
and other obstructions from the road, is 
charity. A man’s true wealth hereafter is 
the good he does in this world to his fellow- 
men. When he dies, people will say, What 
property bus he left behind him ? But the 
angels who examine him in the grave, will 
ask, 44 What good deeds hast thou sent be¬ 
fore thee?” 
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SANDWICHES. 
True to the core—A good apple. 
Best place in a ship for eggs—The hatch¬ 
way. 
Wuen a cat sings, does she do it on pur 
puss ? 
Men of means are often the meanest of 
men. 
Some grocers show their grit by sanding 
their sugar. 
Every bird pleases us with its lay — es¬ 
pecially the hen. 
When is a newspaper the sharpest? 
When it, is filed. 
Was th&t person in a stormy mood who 
hailed a friend ? 
Whoever owes his shoemaker can’t say 
that his sole is his own. 
General Court — Waiting on three or 
four girls at the same time. 
Caution to those who attend balls—Never 
finish the evening with a reel. 
When the man in the moon indulges in 
sarcasm it must be lunar caustic. 
THE ETERNAL GOODNESS. 
I sek tlie wronK that round me lies, 
I feel the auilt within ; 
I hear, with (Troon and travail-cries. 
The world confess its sin; 
Yet in the maddening maze of things, 
And tossed by storm nod flood. 
To one llxed stake my spirit clings: 
I know tiiat God is good ! 
Not mine to look when cherubim 
And seraphs may uut see; 
But. nothing can he good in Him 
W hleli ovll is in mo. 
Tho wrong that pains my soul below 
I darn not throne above ; 
I know not of His hate- -l know 
Ills goodness and Ills love. 
I dimly guess from fdesslngs known 
Of greater out of sight, 
And, with the ehnstened Psalmist, own 
His judgments, too, are right. 
1 long for household voices gone, 
For vanished smiles I long: 
But God liatH led my donr ones on, 
And He can do no wrong. 
I know not what tho future hath 
Of marvel or surprise— 
Assured alone that life and death 
His mercy underlies. 
And If my heart and flesh are weak 
To hear an untried pain. 
The bruised reed no will not break, 
But strengthen und sustain. 
No offering of my own I have, 
No works my faith to prove; 
I cun but giro the gifts He gavo, 
And plead His love for love. 
And so beside the Silent, Hea 
i wart the muffled oar; 
No harm from Him cuti coinoto mo 
On ocean or Otl shore. 
I know not. where Mis Islands lift 
Their frondod palms in air; 
I only know I cannot drift 
Boyond His love and care. 
r John a. Whittier. 
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DOMESTIC CHRISTIANITY. 
It is not so much the great trials, iho great 
requirements, the great demands, that test 
our character, as it is the little things of daily 
life, that we meet, and must meet, continual¬ 
ly. These probe uh through and through. 
They draw out, our innermost being, and 
show it up to those about us. Every weak¬ 
ness they detect and make known. Every 
element of actual strength they surprise 
into play. 
There are many tolerably good Christians 
in the church and among Society at large, 
who will hardly puss muster as such at home. 
They are mournful illustrations of the tact 
that the results of self-discipline are variable, 
and vary according to time and place. They 
pour oil on the troubled waters of their souls 
when, in the midst of 44 companyanything 
vexatious occurs, but overflow with the bit¬ 
terest of bile under similar circumstanced if 
alone in the bosom of their family. Which 
is not Christianity, as even they will admit, 
and of which in their secret hearts they are 
heartily ashamed. 
A new gospel ought to be preached from 
every pulpit, and with a new unction—that 
of Domestic Christianity. New, did wo 
say? Scarcely that. It is old as that which 
Christ uttered on the Mount, but it would 
come to some people with a strange sense of 
newness. Religion in the home should be 
sweeter than anywhere else in the wide 
world, ancl should there bear sweetest fruit. 
Home is, or ought to be, the real sanctuary 
of the heart. Were it, such, in fact, as it, is 
usually admitted to be in name, the search¬ 
ing tests that there so much abound, and 
which, cannot there be avoided, would not 
try characters so severely,—would not so 
frequently weigh them in the balance and 
find them wanting. Let us have more real, 
vital, deep - breathing, sweetly - influencing 
Domestic Christianity! 
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CHRISTIAN COURAGE. 
Tiie Duke of Wellington dispatched two 
officers, during the Peninsular war, upon a 
service of considerable danger. As they 
were riding side by side, one looked at the 
other and saw lie was trembling from bead 
to foot. He turneibto him and said, 44 You 
are afraid.” The ot her replied, “ If you were 
half as much afraid as I am, you would never 
have started upon this enterprise at all.” 
Upon this the first man rode back to the Duke 
and complained bitterly that be had been 
sent on such a service with a coward for a 
companion. 44 Be off, sir, to your duty,” said 
the Duke, 44 or the coward will have done 
the business before you get there.” 
If there was not physical courage, there 
was strong moral heroism. The man knew 
he was going to death, but love of duty was 
stronger than the fear of death. If God 
called him to die, death, even, was welcome, 
so that it came in the path of duty. That is 
the spirit which we must cultivate, if we 
would do great things for Christ. If we 
would do good service in the Master’s cause, 
we must glory in doing what others dare not 
do, so that there shall be a continual prog¬ 
ress hi spiritual ideas that shall rise higher 
and higher hito the heroism of the Gospel of 
Christ. 
