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t.liny have ceased to expect any more, and 
wliilo they may not have the grief of a great 
bereavement, they have what is almost as 
bad, tho bitter consciousness that they are 
not in mind enough even to call out a few 
poor lines from one whose infancy and early 
years they watched with sleepless love. Sons 
are often guilty of this crime—T cannot call 
it less —from sheer neglect or indolence. 
While an hour, perhaps a few moments, 
would suffice to write a letter which would 
give unspeakable satisfaction, they let 
months and even years slip away In utter 
indifference to all the pain they are causing. 
Oh, how full is many a mother’s heart of 
sorrow and foreboding, when just a few 
words from an absent sou would till it with 
joy and praise! Such indifference or ne¬ 
glect is shameful and wicked. One need 
not wonder that sons guilty of it are not 
prospered, that they wait in vain for those 
turns of fortune which will send them home, 
as they dream, to surprise the old neighbor¬ 
hood with their wealth. Their thoughtless¬ 
ness has been productive only of disaster. 
Keep up your intercourse with father or 
mother; do not deem it sufficient to write 
when something important is to he told ; do 
not say, “ No nows is good news,” If it he 
hut a few lines, write them; write, if it he 
only to sny, “ 1 am well; if it he only to 
send the salutation that says they aro“ clear,” 
or the farewell that tells them that you are 
“ ailed innate” still. The little messengers 
shall he like; caskets of jewels, and I lie tears 
that fall fondly over them will be treasures 
for you. Bay, with a warm-hearted son : 
“The hills may tower, tho waves may rise, 
Aud roll between my homo anil mo; 
Yet shall my i|nonoiilt\ss memories 
Turn with undying lovo to theol” 
THE VETERAN’S VISION 
miles, yea, many miles away, make it your 
business to go to them. In this matter do 
not. regard time nor expense; the one is well 
spent and the other will he fully, yea, a hun¬ 
dredfold repaid. When some day the word 
reaches you, flashed over tho telegraph, that 
tinners 
BY MRS. SAll.VIl ]». HOBART. 
Besihe a grass-grown battle-field 
A crippled veteran stood, 
Wlion mo nil on spread her radiant wings, 
O'er hill, and plain, and wood. 
SAILOR-BOY COSTUME, 
NEW PUBLICATIONS. 
The “ Ernest Albert Knickerbocker,” or 
“New Sailor-Boy” suit, is intended to form 
the first hoys’ dress worn on leaving the nur¬ 
sery. It is composed of cither light blue, 
drab, or woolen mixtures in neutral shades, 
trimmed with white braid. A haversack, to 
contain a handkerchief, a waterproof cape, 
or a book, is a part of the costume, ami made 
of the same material. Stockings to he worn 
with this dress should he striped with a color 
to match it. The hat. is of black shiny 
leather, ornamented in front. 
These dresses arc inexpensive, becoming, 
very durable, and being entirely of washing 
materials can be made to look well to the 
last. Another very principal advantage is 
the perfect freedom of action they allow in 
play. Tn fact, they appear to us Mm most 
suitable costumes for boys that have, as yet, 
been introduced to the trade. 
Where oneo the cannon's anthem rang, 
lie hoard the wild bird’s pHiilm ; 
Where once the air to rnouna hud thrilled 
The prayer of rest amt calm. 
Hammer aiut -far/I. By Friedrich Sptel- 
lm#en. Translated from tho German by Wm. 
Hand Browne. (New York: Leypoldt & Holt.) 
—Falling considerably short of “ Problematic 
Characters" in point of interest, it still bears a 
striking resemblance to that great, literary social 
problem. There is a kind redness to it, both in 
the planning and denouement of lire plots, as well 
as in the characters, which are quite as prob¬ 
lematic as any we llnd in real life. The hero, 
Georoe Hartwig, a stalwart six-footer of nine¬ 
teen, runs away from school, and on account of 
the severity and hardness of his father, (who has 
the common but mistaken notions of Justice.) a 
domestic riot ensues and tho son loaves bis 
father's roof forever. In his wandering away 
from the paternal roof, he falls in with a scion 
of a noble house, who takes a fancy to the youth 
ami carries him off with him to bis castle, which 
is a dilapidated old place, with winding stairs, 
vaults and numerous subterranean passages, 
that work up so conveniently in a story. Herr 
Von Zktjken, the owner of tho castle, teaches 
l lm youth to gamble, and smoke, anil drink, and 
hunt, but has withal a sort of honor and noble¬ 
ness about him that, wins the loveand respect of 
George. Herr V*v Zetiken proves to be a 
smuggler, and dies in a desperate encounter 
with officials, ulilKiugh defended to the lust by 
tho impetuous Gsough, who, for participation 
in the affair, is sentenced to seven years in 
prison. He serves out his full term, learning 
meiMitinio a great many useful things—loving, 
and loved by the prison superintendent—whose 
management of prisoners is something worthy 
of emulation the world over. H artwio becomes 
a great, machinist, devotes himself to ameliorat¬ 
ing the condition of workmen, marries one of 
i lie women of hia choice, who soon after dies, 
and he is free to marry the other ono, who is 
really the right one for him. Tho story is well 
woven, thrilling in some of the incidents, but Is 
too minute in detail, and, consequently, too 
long drawn out. 
.# 'Metrical Y'erelon of the Sermon on the 
.Mount, Sr., by D. Wkmyhs JOBSON. (New 
York: W. II. Hogan & Co.) — That any man, 
after reading the “Sermon on the Mount," 
that model of condensed and vigorous lan¬ 
guage, should plan and write such a pam¬ 
phlet as the above, is surprising, and only 
partially explained by the author’s statement of 
its being done, while suffering a long and unjust, 
imprisonment; hut that, when sot free, he should 
deliberately publish, and apparently expect that 
people would buy, so poor a dilution of this 
grand old sermon, is altogether unexplainable. 
Head some of the verses: 
" Blessed are those who hunger and thirst 
for tho groat cause that's upright: 
Blessed are tin iso who show mercy llrst, 
for mercy on them shall alight. 
*' Blessed are those who are pure In heart, 
For they the Lord Goil shall see ; 
Blessed are those who from peace ne’er depart, 
For they His children shall be. 
Blessed are those whom men now pursue. 
And harass for righteousness' sake; 
For the Kingdom of Heaven their strength shall 
renew; 
Of its blessings and glory they shall partake." 
Now rend verses fi to 10 of Matthew, 5th, and 
then—if tho reader thinks the “ metrical ver¬ 
sion” is a work that was needed, and that it is 
well done, (both of which propositions we re¬ 
spectfully lmi positively deny,) they will buy 
tho booklet and read the rest. 
J •ut Y'o ureelf In Hie Place. (New York, 
Harper Brothers; Sheldon &Qo. Boston, Fields, 
Osgood & Co.)—This story by ClTARbES Reade, 
is well worth reading. The story per ac is inter¬ 
esting and exciting. Hut its revelations of the 
operations of the Trades Unions and of tho 
effect of their discipline upon the members 
themselves, are startling, nay, astonish lag. 
Reabe professes to have drawn his pea against 
cowardly assassination and sordid tyranny, and 
reveals phases of every-day life of which few 
dream; and yet ono is convlncod that they are 
not exaggerated. 
The Seat of Empire. (Boston; Fields, Os¬ 
good & Co.) Cit a itt.Es C. COFilN (“ Curlotou”) 
tells, in ills graphic and comprehensive way, the 
Story of his trip from Chicago to Minneapolis; 
talks of SL Cloud, the Red River country, of 
the Empire of the Northwest, which he found 
there. Tlioscof our readers who desire to know 
more than they do of tho vast- region the pro¬ 
posed North Paclflo Railroad will open up for 
settlement and development, may learn much 
from this work. 
Sermon* Preached at Hrifhton by tho late 
Rev. Frederick W. Robertson. (New York: 
Harper Brothers.) No ono can read these 
sermons without perceiving that their author 
was a vigorous, independent thinker, and his 
life was devoted to the elevation of tho standard 
of practical, every-day Christianity. They are 
well calculated to provoke thought, and promote 
inquiry, and will bo read with great prolit by 
i ho thoughtful, earnest man or woman in search 
of truth. 
The strawberry, (Boston, J. E. Tilton A Co.) 
—The author of this work is J. M. Merrick, Jr. 
Its contents embrace manures, preparation of 
soil, planting, methods of cultivation, winter 
protection, insect enemies, forcing production 
of new varieties, and a catalogue. There is lit¬ 
tle that is now, but much that is valuable in this 
book. The catalogue of varieties is interesting 
if not accurate. 
lAfe at Home, (Now York, Samuel R. Wells.) 
—This volume is a wholesome one. It is unpre¬ 
tentious, but it teaches good sound doctrines. 
It will do husbands and wives, parents and chil¬ 
dren good to read It. We can commend it in 
general terms although we do not agree with 
the positions of the writer In all particulars. 
flood Thins *. (Boston, W. I,. Greene & Co.,) 
—Are selections from a Boston religious paper, 
of a miscellaneous character, consisting of 
poems, sketches, stories and religious essays. 
These “good things” may safely be placed in the 
hands of uuy member of any family. They can 
do no harm and may do much good. 
The J.aet .Mandecllte, The HearPa Sacri¬ 
fice, The .Monti .Matilda of Hentnarli, (New 
Mo more tlic Southern hlll-slrles shook 
With n nation’* throb* of woe, ' 
Buton’tmritn Hung their banuers out 
Of mingled rose arid snow. 
lie hoard tho plow-hoy’s merry call 
Amid the Helds of corn; 
Tho fisher's song hrsidu the stream, 
Amt the happy hunter’s porn. 
For Peace her veil of bounty oast 
O’er ransomed hill and plain. 
“They thlnlc no more of the past,” ho said 
“ A ml tho dead have died In vain 1" 
“ Oh, thankless land! so soon hast thou 
Forgot their toil and pain, 
Who victory’s priceless blossoms won 
Amid tho battle’s rain? 
“T.lst! voices from tho storied past 
Swoop o’er thy mountain wall. 
Like res Mess roll of (loop voiced drums. 
Or bugle's battlo-cull. 
“They speak from Shiloh's fatal Held 
From wild South Mountain’s puss,— 
From holy graven In daisied dell 
And noisome dark morass. 
THE OLD FOLKS AT HOME, 
Du. Airman, in his “ Life at Home,” urges 
children not, to forget the old folks at home. 
He says:—There is always a liability, when 
sons and daughters have gone away from the 
home of their childhood, and have formed 
homes ot‘ their own, gradually to lose the old 
attachments and cease to pay those atten¬ 
tions to their parents which were so easy 
and natural in the olden lime. New associ¬ 
ations, new though la, now cures, all come in, 
filling the mind and heart, and, if special 
pains bo not, taken, they crowd out the old 
loves. This ought never to lie. You should 
remember that the change is with you, and 
not with those you left behind. You have 
everything new, much that is attractive in 
the present and bright in the future; their 
hearts cling to the past, they have most in 
memory. When you went away, you knew 
not, and will never know till you experience 
it, what it cost them to give you up, nor 
what, a vacancy you left behind. They have 
not, it'you have, any now loves to take place 
Of the old. Do not, then, heartlessly deprive 
them of what you still can give of attention 
and love. 
Visit your parents. If you live in the 
same place, let your step be, perhaps daily, 
a familiar one in the old home; if you are 
“They plead from Frederick mid her hills 
From preen Altoona's glen ; 
From false Savannah by tho sen, 
And Mncou’a prison-pen. 
*' They ring from lonely OoOkant'8 heights 
With blood of heroes red, 
Oil, sleeping hind I awake! awake! 
They call to tlieo, • thy dead !” 
Then a sound like ripple of tho rain 
O’pr mossy woodland bowers; 
And In! tlio land from west to oast, 
Was till alive with (lowers. 
The prairie gave Its crocus.holla 
Bright iih the sunlit seas, 
HopiiMcas from out its dolls, 
And fair nuciUOPCH, 
EMPRESS EUGENIA, 
At a recent fete, wore a dress of rich faille, 
which, though very pretty in itself, was not 
becoming to her style of beauty. Tho color 
was t'hevrux <h la reins. The skirt was cov¬ 
ered with narrow flounces, cut in Vandykes, 
and partly covered by flounces of Valen¬ 
ciennes lace. The tunic fell almost to the 
knees, and was trimmed with fringe of the 
same shade ns the dress; it was looped at 
the hips, and fell back like a court mantle. 
The lilgh waist was partly covered 1>y a little 
lace shawl, the ends of which were tied neg¬ 
ligently 7ii front. Belgian straw bonnet, 
trimmed with a maroon feather and yellow 
gro8 grain ribbon. 
The white and purple of Its stars 
Willi pearly dew-drops gemmed 
Its daisies bright with Edon-llght, 
And vlolot, diadem. 
Tho Northern lily bloomed in peace 
Beside the Southern rose, 
One red with blood of loyal hearts,— 
One pure as stainless snows. 
From meadows bright with kiss of May, 
The calumet of peace, 
Willi starry saintly primrose eamo, 
And Haunting/lewr-de-Ra. 
father or mother has gone, you will not think 
them much, those hours of travel which last 
bore you to their side. 
Write to your parents. 1 have known 
father and mother wait with sick hearts 
through weary months, longing that some 
word might reach them from an absent son. 
They have watched ^ynails till in despair 
They came ;—and on ouch lowly gravo 
Their cups of ineense shed; 
While the nation's voice in reverence spake, 
" With (lowers we crown our dead ! 
•' Tho llrst, sweet blossoms of the spring 
We bring from dell and lea, 
And from the Western hills that gloom 
Beside the Western sea. 
“ And host of all the myriad blooms 
The lulls ami valleys yield, 
We wreathe above our hero’s tombs 
The " Flower of BaUlo-Uehls !"* 
" And though, acre** tho green-rosed plains 
No cry for venganco comes, 
No maddening trumpet’s rallying call, 
No heat of battle drums 
“ Hath Freedom then forgot her dead 
Who sleep by hill and strands. 
That o'er tho closing grief of war 
Iter friends and foes Join hands? 
” Nay I still with holy mother-lovo, 
8ho year noth as of yore 
For hero-hearts that bravely beat 
And Ups that smile no more. 
•• And bright upon her roll of fame 
Knoll honored name is set, 
She guards above their holy graves 
And never will forget!’’ 
♦Poesy ! “ It Is a plant that thrives best in spots 
where blood has been split long ago !”— [Hawthorne. 
torus for 11 ura lists 
BY MARY A. E. WAGER. 
The husband had his friends and the wife 
had hers. Ills friends looked at him and 
said:—“ lie cannot be wrong.” In person 
he was slight, but with an indication of 
sinewy strength, tasteful in dress, graceful 
in address, a clear, frank face, an honest 
speech, a warm, generous heart, and his 
fault—selfishness. 
Her friends looked at her and said :—“ She 
cannot he wrong.” In person she was of 
medium height, formed for strength, yet not 
lacking in grace. She was exceedingly fair, 
with long, full, shining hair. Her face re¬ 
vealed a generation of culture, sweetness and 
deep, tender feeling. She had a clear, rich 
voice, quiet self-possession, avoided ex¬ 
tremes, did her own thinking and cherished 
her own individuality, which last two char¬ 
acteristics might have been her faults, as she 
was a married woman. 
They married young, she seventeen and 
lie twenty. They were both poor, both am¬ 
bitious, both eager for knowledge, and both 
had dreams of usefulness—lie in the ministry 
and she iu art. With Unit rare faith of 
youth and enthusiastic faith in each oilier, 
they married thus early in the belief that to¬ 
gether they could better withstand hardship, 
endure sacrifices, practice larger economy, 
and find rest in results sooner. 
So they began wedded life, not with the 
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