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A DAY OF SUNSHINE 
quires more skill than most persons possess 
to do it without occasionally getting caught 
as the boy in the picture has been. Traps, 
nets and pots, baited with animal garbage, 
are the more common means 
■■ : . used for supplying the. 
■ enormous market demand 
CRAY-FISHING. 
wife a partner in aching bones. Hastily the 
supper is evten, the table as hastily cleared 
away, and wth hardly a word or thought 
save the work of the morrow, they resign 
themselves to bevvy slum- ___ 
her. Daylight finis them I fi: 
stirring. There ai-> the 
chores, the getting ot the - 
breakfast, and the rousijg 
up of the children. Seven 
o’clock finds the man in the . 
field and his wife at the 
washtub. Twelve M., a - _ 
hasty dinner and a hasty i 
retreat to the field again, f; 
Night conns, and the father 
of a family drags himself I -a*-. 
to the house, begrudging 
sleep t he claims she lias up- MS 11 
on him. Ask that man why M 1|| 
must lie work himself and ■ 
wife so hard. I 
“ I have no time to rest,” | jUfy/zy'^ 
he says. 
" But, sir,” you answer, 
“ cannot one hundred acres M >1^ 
i profit you enough to hire 
1 now and then a man, and V*' 
thereby give you time to l| ^ 
feed your idle mind ?” ||| ||j rajHfij 
“ Ah,sir,” the sordid man ||11 j |)^^ 
replies, " you do hut jest H||| |J| f|§ 
1 with me, 1 fear; for it I ||j| Wl| 1 ||i 
hired, don’t you know I’d |||| l|oJM 
hundred less a 
herewith a very expressive ptc- 
cssive if you study the tiugei 
Through evury rthcr of my Drain, 
Through ovory nerve* through every veil 
l feet the electric thrill, the touch 
or tile, thut seems utmost too much. 
l hear the wind uniotut the trees 
lUayinu celestial symphonies; 
I sec the brunches downward bent. 
Like keys Of some grout instrument. 
And over mo unrolls on high 
The splendid scenery of the sky, 
Where through a supphlre sea the Bun 
Sails Hive a golden galleon, 
Towards yonder cloud-land iti the West. 
Towards yonder Islands ot the Blest, 
Whose stoop sierra tar uplifts 
its craggy summits white with drifts. 
Be a CTiFtTL faces, they that wear 
The light of a pleasant spirit there, 
It matters little if dark or fair. 
Beautiful hands are they that do 
The work of the noble, good and true. 
Busy for them the long day through. 
Beautiful feet are they that go 
Swiftly to lighten another's woe. 
Through summer's heat,or the winter s snow. 
Beautiful children, if rich or poor, 
Who walk the pathways sweet and pure, 
That lead to the mansions strong and sure. 
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CONQUERING HOURS 
“ Tiie strong hours con¬ 
quer us,” says Bulwer. 1 
know of nothing more sad- 
deuing to the spirits than to 
meet, after the lapse of years, 
with ouc —now sobered by 
lime and family cares into a 
grave and steady matron 
had parted with 
whom we 
in the flush and bloom and 
heyday of beautiful girl¬ 
hood. The heart is pained 
to observe the change 
wrought in that lace, oucc 
so radiant with hope, aud 
joy. We read in the sub¬ 
dued expression ol the eye, 
in the still while hut more 
marked expanse of brow, 
the history of many varied 
hours. And then, too, as 
we take upon our laps the 
timid, smiling, bashful evi¬ 
dences of her nuptial joys 
— the beautiful reflections of 
her own early sell — as we 
kiss their pretty Ups and 
THE FLOWERS OF LIFE 
by JOHN N. DICKIE. 
I am a passionate lover of flowers. Ab¬ 
stractly considered, I cannot say 1 admire 
them as much as some; hut iu the grouping 
and arrangement of the same, I take an es¬ 
pecial delight. Not unlike some of my 
brethren, I must acknowledge (not without 
some hesitation, however,) that this is my 
hobby. 1 n fact, under certain circumstances, 
I have been known to ride the aforesaid 
hobby at a most rapid and reckless pace, 
thereby placing many peaceably-disposed in¬ 
dividuals in imminent, danger of being run 
over. Therefore, kind reader, being fully 
aware of my peculiar failing, you will be 
fully prepared for the perusal of the folluw- 
iug Incident: 
During the harvest of the past year, I was 
engaged in helping a friend in the harvest 
field. Among the hands employed was a 
genuine African, known far and wide as an 
avaricious hut honest, hard-working darkey. 
While taking our siesta one hot afternoon, 
under the wide-spread branches of a vener¬ 
able beech near the house, 1 took the oppor¬ 
tunity of quietly bridling uiy hobby (l 
couldn’t wait to saddle him,) and while all 
were engaged in an earnest conversation 
with reference to the average amount ol 
Stories for iluralist 
Up <D 
LOVE vs. COQUETBY 
make two 
year?” 
Reader, ll 
He knows 
knows it. You know it. S 
He wouldn’t have a flower 1 
in his yard if you would B 
offer t.o pay him a heavy | 
rent for the ground it stood 
on. He wants it for calf B 
pasture. Truly, if his is not | 
“a life without an utmos- I 
with a vengeance, p 
FLOWERS, 
man nas neen uietwcu »y 
(lowers. They wreathe the 
cradle and the tomb, they 
deck the bridal and the 
ieiits tipped liisar- 
Uh flowers, and with us orange bios- 
Flowers garlanded 
phere," 
what is 
Nor is there any class 
of men free from the in¬ 
fluence of these genii of avarice. The mil¬ 
lionaire, iu his country house, up to his eyes 
in notes, stocks, hills and musty ledgers, 
can’t hear the suit! of heaven’s clear air that 
don’t bear upon its wings a scent of some in¬ 
vestment. that will pay ten cents on the ever¬ 
lasting dollar. " Strict attention to busi¬ 
ness,” he says, “ is the only true avenue to 
success.” Aye, there’s the hinge on which 
all these, menials (they wro menials) hang 
their moldy arguments. They hold that a 
person to succeed, must give liis whole heart 
to the prospect before him, and halt, not in 
t.he by-ways of beauty and refinement, which 
nature and art have placed invitingly along 
his pathway. False! False as the frosty 
wind of an October night, as it lulls the un¬ 
conscious flower to its last sleep. Look 
around you! All nature tells us iu one joy- 
IPltA-CTtCJAXi F.DUC A. r A’10 xV. 
pendau nd the face of the hoy who owns 
the finger. Somehow there is a remarkable 
sympathy between that boy’s taec and his 
feelings, for he evidently was feelingly con¬ 
templating his catch at the moment the 
artist presents him to us. 
VVe never went cray-fishing ; hut our toes 
tingle with the remembrance of sundry 
Bensations which, iu the swimming days ol 
our boyhood, we experienced, resulting from 
the resentful attacks of these, defenders ot 
their rightful domain. Perhaps some of our 
readers have watched those fish when re¬ 
treating from danger—how they employ 
their powerful tail-fins in propelling them¬ 
selves throuirh the water and into what small 
bier. The Cupid of the nne 
rows w 
aoms crown the bride 
the Grecian altar, and to-day they hang vo¬ 
tive wreaths on the Christian shrine. I* low¬ 
ers arc always symbolical; on the brow ol 
wedded beauty they are a lovely type of 
marriage, they twine around the tomb an 
emblem of t he. resurrection ; they should fos- 
toon the place of offerings, for their beauty 
ami fragrance ascend in perpetual adoration 
I ways,she was as innocent-hearted as a eiitiu 
—or Aunt. Pen. She coquetted before she 
re than could walk or talk—potting her baby head 
re their on one side, glancing up through her long 
e both lashes, and then finishing the matter by 
(1 them 1 turning up her rose-bud ol a mouth for a 
kiss. Do you wonder that she Continued 
* it as a girl, continued it till stern ex¬ 
perience gave her a lesson that touched 
• l the center of that willful little heart, 
' l | and rent away the network of folly 
-, -~ r !^l a and trifling that enveloped it,? 
Dilly could not remember either the 
S fat her or mother whose hearts had clung 
__ A fondly together in life, and now rested 
aide by side, in far distant India. Broth- 
. j er ami sister she never had; hut when 
• ^ the little creature was brought to Pvnel- 
- - - r l ope hv her faithful nurse Busan, under 
j the cure of an old friend of her father, 
3:1 Aunt Pen took her to her warm heart 
] from that time forth. 
All the little hoys with whom Dilly 
S caine in contact suffered more or less 
from her bewitchments. Many were 
the offerings laid at her shrine; and 
Susan, who remained with them, had 
often to put a positive veto upon pet 
squirrels, tame mice, and various choice 
specimens of animated nature. Aunt 
Pen would have allowed the house to 
he overrun with them; but fortunately 
On- lmr Busan nossessed more force of 
OUR DEAD 
from sacrilegious loot or prying eye during 
your day, for your own sake. But toi the 
blessed dead, if you wish to gaze on the 
vail that divides you, don’t look down on 
that patch of mossy sod. Look up at the 
blue sky wherever you arc, though it may 
be thousands of miles from the spot where 
they slipped off the worn-out robes of mor¬ 
tality, for heaven is everywhere. 
Temperance is not total abstinence, 
