MY LOVE. 
My love is pale, but In her nheeks 
Faint rosy tlusliee wmiu ami go, 
That gather slightly when she speaks, 
And sometimes deepen to a glow. 
She seems most like a young, white rose, 
Within whose heart a blush is set, 
Softly unfolding as it grows— 
But ah, I have uot found her yet! 
Her eyes are blue—such sweet blue eyes 1 
Her white lids veil them from your sight: 
But now end then a smile will rise, 
And UU them suddenly with light; 
And when she liearaof some distress, 
And on the lushes tears are wet, 
They look with such pained tenderness— 
But ah, I have not found her yeti 
Across her brow in evon braids 
U smoothly laid her glosay hair; 
My love has need of no false aids, 
Or tricks of dress, to make her fair. 
She doea not need from silken trains 
A gorgeous dignity to get 1 
In her soft homely dress she reigns— 
But ah, 1 have not found her yeti 
She wins your heart a hundred ways— 
Laying a light bund on your arm, 
Showing in all she does and says 
A native deferential charm, 
Moving about with quiet grace; 
Such little things you soon forget. 
Although they steal your love apace— 
But ah, 1 have not found her yet! 
Hui Image In my heart 1 wear; 
My love, my faith, are all her own : 
I keep my llle prepared for her 
When she shall come und take her throne. 
I dream of what the world will seem. 
So much more bright,—when we have met 
1 wonder, 1* it all a dream?— 
For ah, 1 have not found her yet! 
torirs for iluntlists. 
ONE WEEK. 
EVERY DAY BRINGS ITS OWN WORK. 
BY MARY L. BOLLE8 BRANCH. 
Early in the morning, the very first of 
the week, before we were well awake, in 
came Monday to spend the day, and brought 
all her washing. Ben heard her coining, 
and Iuinied to make the fire and get the wa¬ 
ter over by sunrise; and it was well liu did, 
for such a large wash I never saw. Nell 
and Bell and I all had to help In the rub¬ 
bing, the wringing, and the hanging out. 
We did not let mother touch a thing except 
the fine starch, because she had a headache. 
But the rest of us worked as hard as we 
could, and it was not so had as it might 
seem, for the sun shone, the lilacs smelled 
sweet, the robins I wittered, and Monday was 
so good natured, and looked so pleasant, 
laughing and singing at her work, that Bell 
and Nell and I began to laugh and sing 
too, over the wash-board, and over the rins¬ 
ing-tub, 
Ben was lying on his back under a tree, 
making whistles, 
“ Jump up, jump up, you lazy hoy!’’ cried 
Monday, cheerfully; “ run over to the store 
as quick as you can, and bring me a bottle 
of blueing!” 
Monday was forgetful that morning, and 
did not think till after Ben had gone that 
she ought to have told him to get starch, too; 
so when he came we had to send him right 
back again. That made Ben frown, and he 
told Bell lie should be glad when he got off 
to school, where it didn’t make any differ¬ 
ence when Monday came. 
It was lucky we had some cold meat in 
the house, so there was not much to do for 
dinner; hut we managed to slip on a small 
kettle of potatoes behind the boiler, and the 
teapot too, though the stove was pretty well 
crowded. Monday said she had learned not 
to be particular about her victuals, and ns 
long as she got. her washing done, she 
wouldn’t mind what she had to eat. 
So we worked, and rnbbcri, and rinsed, 
and wrung, and every now and then Mon¬ 
day called some of us out in the yard with 
her to help hang the white things on the 
line, or spread them on the sweet, green 
grass. How pretty Nell looked, with her 
white, bare arms, and her cheeks like wild 
roses, as she carried out a basket full of Mon¬ 
day’s table cloths, napkins and aprons, to the 
line. But when she came back her cheeks 
were a great deal redder than wild roses; 
they were more like the wild scarlet ge¬ 
ranium. 
“ I do wish,” she said, “ that our yard 
wasn’t so close to the street. Every one that 
goes by can look right over the fence.” 
“ What of that V” asked Bell ; “ it. is no 
harm to be seen hanging out clothes.” 
“ I know it,” said Nki.l, ruefully; “ but 
my dress was fastened all up around my 
waist, just as Monday showed me bow to 
pin it, and my sleeves were up, and 1 had 
on this old sun-bonnet.” 
I glanced out of the window, expecting to 
see the governor and all his daughters, at 
least, to account for Nell’s blushes; hut, 
there was no one but Bon Carter just dis¬ 
appearing around the corner. 
“ 0, never mind," said Monday cheerily ; 
" there isn’t a house of them all but what 1 
visit. They all know what to expect when 
Monday's about!” 
The washing was almost done, and 1 
thought when we got through we might 
| have a little rest. But no! “ Come, girls,” 
said Monday, as the last piece was hung out. 
“ Come, let’s go right to work and wash up 
the oil-cloths and mop out the verandah!” 
So tve did, and by the time that was done, 
and the tubs put away, and everything set 
to rights, it was almost time for Monday to 
go. We had u quiet little tea, and the last 
of her visit was really very pleasant, for we 
all sat out in the verandah together, and 
watehed the sun go down behind the hills, 
and listened to the birds’ twilight songs. 
But I was so tired that by-and-by I slipped 
away from the rest and went to bed. But I 
should not have deserted them so if I had 
known that Monday had concluded to stay 
a little longer, and fold down and sprinkle 
all the clean clothes. 
We all slept soundly that night, and would 
have been glad to lie abed it little later than 
I usual the next morning; but you may have 
noticed that sis the week begins, so it goes 
on all the way through; and sure enough, 
at an early hour, Tuesday came walking 
into the house, bringing all her ironing. Slie 
looked heated and Hushed, and said she was 
afraid she should not get through her work 
before night; so we put the irons on the 
stove in a hurry, and good-natured Nell 
got out the board and blanket, and finished 
off a good many little things, while Bell 
and I fried the ham and made the coffee for 
breakfast. 
Tuesday said rat her crossly that we must 
not fry another thing on the stove that day, 
for it spattered the grease so, and plagued 
her with the irons. O, what a warm day it 
was! We put on our thinnest calicoes and 
opened all the windows to send a draft 
through the kitchen. It looked so cool and 
shady out of doors, under the apple trees, 
and we wished we could stay out. t here and 
read fir play croquet; but Tuesday shook 
her head and said we must wait till another 
day for that. 
Wlmt a time we had of it. Nell did the 
starched things and made them look beauti¬ 
fully ; no French laundress could ever suit 
father better with his shirts than Nell does, 
But J hurried so, I did not let my irons get 
hot enough some of the time, and the things 
looked rough, so 1 had to go over them 
again. Bell got hers too hot once, and 
scorched a napkin, and Tuesday got into 
quite a flurry over it lor a few minutes. 
“ What shall we get for dinner?” asked 
Nell, when it was almost noon. “ The 
cold meat is nil gone; there is not a bone 
left for Tuesday,” 
“ O, never mind me,” said Tuesday; “ I’m 
too heated and tired to have much appetite. 
How would it do to scramble some eggs 
with shaved beef and bake a little cus¬ 
tard ?” 
“Just the thing,” said Bell; “and I’ll do 
it all and set the table, if you will iron this 
tucked waist with rallies, Nell.” 
So patient Nell took the waist and 
crimped the ruffles to a marvel of nicety. 
Tuesday’s ironing was a large one, but as no 
Other visitors came in, and we all helped, 
we managed to get it. done by tea time, and 
Hie clothes horse was piled full. 
We were tired enough by that time, and 
Bell and l declared we would keep on our 
calicoes just as they were, und not dress up 
at all, for we meant to go to bed by seven 
o’clock. But Nell put on a cool, pretty 
muslin and brushed her wavy brown hair, 
till she looked as pretty as a pink, and she 
said she meant to stay up and pass a pleas¬ 
ant evening with Tuesday, who looked quite 
rested and peaceful as the cool hours 
came on. 
It was about half past nine in thcoveulng 
when I opened my eyes drowsily, hearing 
our street door close. A minute after Nell 
came into the room, with shining eyes, and 
a book under her arm. 1 asked her what it 
was. She said it was the “ Idyls of the 
King,” which Tuesday had just lent her to 
read. 
We slept, a little later the next morning, 
for Wednesday did not call us; bat we 
found her waiting when we went down 
stairs—waiting in the sitting-room, and she 
had brought three windows to be washed, 
a carpet to lie shaken, and a good deal of 
scrubbing. Mother was sorry for us, and 
sat there telling her how tired we were, we 
had worked so hard for Monday and Tues¬ 
day ; so then Wednesday said very good- 
naturedly that we needn't finish all her work, 
if we didu’t feel like it. She said she saw 
Tuesday herself just for a minute at mid¬ 
night, and Tuesday told her we were right 
smart girls. That made us laugh, and we 
thought we would try to keep up our good 
reputation. 
Ben had the carpet to shake—that was 
his part; and he did not like it much till 
two or three hoys came running into the 
yard to join him, and then they had great 
fun beating out the dust with clubs, and 
making believe they* were Indians. Bell 
and 1 felt strong and willing, so we helped 
Wednesday do all the scouring with soap 
and sand, while Nell took her windows 
out of doors under the trees, and washed 
and rinsed them over and over till they were 
clear and fine as crystal. Everthing Nell 
did always looked just so nice when it was 
done. 
“ Let's have a good dinner,” said Wednes¬ 
day; “I really think we deserve it. I 
brought a couple of chickens with me and 
hung them up in the pantry. Now, if you 
could dress them, dear Nell, and roast 
them, how nice they would be with cran¬ 
berry sauce and mashed potatoes, and as¬ 
paragus !” 
“ Bully 1 bully!’’ shouted Ben, who had 
just come to the door, all covered with 
dust. 
Nell said she would see to it at once, and 
disappeared in the kitchen, while Bell and 
I cleaned paint more vigorously than ever, 
feeling quite merry, and Wednesday never 
grew impatient once, but sang and laughed, 
and made funny speeches all the time. 
What a good dinner we had! Nell’s 
dinners were always tip-top, and Ben de¬ 
clared he didn’t care how often Wednesday 
came, if she would bring such crisp, tender 
chickens every time. We ate in the kitch¬ 
en, for Wednesday had not quite got her 
work out of the way in the dining-room; 
but that made it all the jollier, and we hud 
a splendid time. 
Ben was just running off after dinner, 
when Wednesday called him back to lack 
down her carpet for her. It did not take us 
long after that to get everything in order in 
the room, and then mother put on her best 
cap and sat down quietly with Wednesday, 
to be ready for callers, while Bell and 1 ran 
out in the yard and had a merry game of 
croquet. Nell sat down under the biggest 
apple f ree and read her book of Idyls. 
Well, we were tired again that night, and 
as we laid our weary heads upon our pillows, 
Belt, said, “ 1 wonder what will happen to¬ 
morrow ?” 
And this is what happened:—When we 
went down the next morning, we found 
Thursday there, all in a flutter, just going to 
call us. She had brought us an invitation 
to her picnic, on the river bank, in the grove. 
She said everybody we knew was going, 
and we must be all ready and meet the party 
at half-past ten at the wharf, from whence 
we should start in a sailboat for the grove. 
We were wild with excitement and delight. 
But Thursday said she should want some¬ 
thing to eat, and must take a basket full of 
lunch; so Nell went to work in a trice, mak¬ 
ing gome nice, light, white biscuit, while Bell 
and 1 boiled eggs, and sliced ham, and made 
coffee. Then a wa v »,ve went, and a delight¬ 
ful day we had on?. Such splendid swings! 
Such merry games! and the very nicest of 
dinners spread out ouTthe green grass. 
Just after dinner, Thursday whispered to 
us that we could help clear things a way and 
wash dishes; but we didn't want to, and 
Bell said we had worked hard enough all 
the week to deserve a rest now, so she and 
I ran off to play blind man’s buff with the 
rest, among the trees. By-and-by, someone 
asked where Nell was. 
“Sure enough,” said Bell, “where is 
she ? ” 
We looked all around, and at last we saw 
something like Nell’s white dress behind a 
rock. Bell and I stepped softly a little 
nearer, and then we saw Bob Carter sitting 
there by Nell’s side. They did uot seem to 
be tajking, they were looking dreamily off 
upon the river. 
We had a splendid time all the rest of the 
day, but it was Thursday’s picnic, and at 
last she said she could not stay with us any 
longer, and we must all go home. So we 
drifted happily down the river by moonlight, 
and when we got home at a late hour, we 
wore ahouL as tired as if we had been work¬ 
ing all day instead of playing. But it was a 
g|ad, joyous kind of weariness, and Nell, I 
remember, said it wasthemost beautiful day 
of her life. Thursday smiled, and hastened 
away. 
“ It would be just like Friday to come to¬ 
morrow !” said Bell, as we settled ourselves 
drowsily in bed. 
And sure enough she did! O, what a 
rainy day that was! The sky all dark with 
clouds, the trees and the eaves dripping, the 
street full of little pools, and the rain falling 
in torrents. But Friday said the weather 
made no difference to her; she had seen so 
much of the storms of life that a few drops 
more or less mattered nothing, so she hung 
her somber waterproof by the stove, and 
settled herself in an easy chair, putting on 
her spectacles, and drawing out her work. 
She had brought two dresses to be made 
over, a hat to be trimmed, and all her week’s 
mending. Bei.i. groaned, but Neli. smiled, 
and we all got our scissors and Humbles and 
needles, and went to work. Mother and I 
ripped seams; Nell cut out and basted, and 
Bell stitched with the machine. Friday 
was very sociable, and entertained us with a 
long account of disasters that had happened 
to people slu* knew. It was always her luck, 
she said, to be in the way when trouble came, 
and mother said she believed it, when a few 
minutes after, Ben came running in with a 
torn jacket, and the best umbrella turned in¬ 
side out by the wind. 
“ Make your fingers fly, girls,” said Friday 
peering over her spectuoles; “ I want to get 
both these dresses done by noon, overskirts, 
flounces, and all. If it was a ball dress now 
you’d be spry enough about, it!” 
We worked with all our might, but one of 
us had to go out to see about dinner, and so 
the sashes got put off till afternoon. We had 
a fish dinner that day, because we had heard 
that Friday always liked fish ; but she looked 
rather disappointed when she sat down at 
the table, and said it was a long time since 
she had had anything hearty; so then Nell 
found some cold ham and brought it. to her. 
In the afternoon Bell and I darned stock¬ 
ings and sewed on buttons, while Nell 
helped Friday by making her sashes and 
trimming her hat, 
“ Good girls, good girls!” said Friday nod¬ 
ding at ns approvingly, “ It is well you have 
got along so fast with your work, for Mrs. 
Smith and her daughter are just coming to 
stay to tea!” 
Sure enough, they were that moment en¬ 
tering the gate, and came directly into the 
house. They had been intending to visit us 
for some days, they said, but could not seem 
to find time for it before. 
So then we had to get up a company sup¬ 
per, and it was a nice one, with the best cake 
and preserves from the store-room, and some 
of Nell’s light biscuit, and a cream toast 
got up in a twinkling. We bad a very pleas¬ 
ant time, and were eager to have Friday stay 
late that evening, but she said she must lie 
off. She put her head back through the 
door as she started, to tell us there was a 
new moon, and we must be careful uot to 
look at it over our left shoulder or we should 
lose our wish. Nell went sideling up to the 
window, and stood there a long time wish¬ 
ing in silence. 
“ Now make haste to bed,” said mother, 
“ for Saturday is coming to-morrow!” 
And she did come. She came early in a 
bustling mood, bringing bread to be baked, 
cookies and pies to be made, pork and beans 
to be cooked, crullers to be fried, and any 
amount of sweeping to he done. We all 
went to work with energy, though Bell 
was accused of putting more berries in her 
mouth than she did into the pies. We Imd 
warm work that day and plenty of it ; but 
the appetizing odor that, floated through the 
kitchen encouraged us, and Ben ate so many 
of the fresh hot crullers that he had no ap¬ 
petite for dinner. We did not have very 
much of a dinner however, for Saturday said 
she liked to take her heartiest meal toward 
evening when the beans came out of the oven. 
“ I declare,” said Bell laughing, “ it is a 
fact, isn’t it, the old saying I have heard so 
often, that “ Every day brings its own work!’’ 
And we agreed with her emphatically. 
But after Saturday hud gone, what peace 
and rest stole over the house, and next 
morning when we awoke everything seemed 
so quid, except the sweet singing of the 
birds. There were no carts or wagons 
rumbling through the street, no boys play¬ 
ing and shouting, no people hurrying to the 
stores on errands, 
“ One can really draw a long breath,” said 
Bell. “ I should know Sunday had come, 
even if I had forgotten all that is in the 
almanac!” And when we went down stairs 
we found indeed that dear, quiet Sunday 
was there. Ben, with an unusually neat ap¬ 
pearance, sat studying his Bible lesson earn¬ 
estly, and mother, with folded hands, was 
looking out at the peaceful morning sky. 
There was no work to be done—nothing but 
the meals, and they were light and simple, 
for Sunday said she had something else to 
think of besides what she ate, and she 
wanted us all to have time to go to church. 
We Went, all of us, both morning and 
afternoon, and heard our dear old clergyman 
speak words that went straight to our hearts. 
His texts were, “ Day unto day uttereth 
speech, and night unto night showeth 
knowledge;” and “So teach us to number 
our days that we may apply our hearts unto 
wisdom.” 
It was so pleasant as we all walked slowly 
home, our whole family together. Nell 
came last, and Bob Carter was with her. 
When we reached the gate, and paused, he 
came up to us all, in his bright, honest way, 
and said we were the happiest family he 
knew of, and he hoped we would let him 
become one of us. IIow Ben stared! But 
mother smiled very kindly, and when Bell 
and 1 turned suddenly to look at Nell, she 
stood there blushing, with a ring on her fin¬ 
ger which we had never seen before. 
“ What day of the month is your birth¬ 
day, Nell ?” asked Ben, suddenly. 
“ The 12th,” said Nell. 
“ Well,now I’m going to find your verse;’’ 
and hastily turning the leaves of his Bible, 
he came to the oft-read thirty-first chapter 
of Proverbs, and read us the twelfth verse: 
“ She will do him good, und not evil, all the 
days of her life." 
Then wo all went happily into the house, 
still enjoying the quiet presence of Sunday. 
---— 
This is the highest miracle of genius, that 
things which are not, should be as though 
they were, that the imaginations of one mind 
should become the personal recollections of 
another.— Lord Macaulay. 
CflUt anti tin mnr. 
TO A FASHIONABLE FAST FEMALE. 
BY FRANC ft. BABBITT. 
Beauty, with the brow of snow, 
Do you dare to let me know 
If your White is pmidre pea He, 
Or honest flesh, luxurious gtrl? 
Dare you let me know, my dear, 
If your two lips, ripe and clear. 
Like a crimson-hearted hud, 
Are painted there with good red bi od ? 
Then your teeth, an Ivory Une. 
Even, strong, and Arm, and fine. 
Are they artificial bone, 
Or are they, sweet, your very own ? 
Friz and fluff plied up atop. 
Curls and alt the hairy mop; 
Can you tell mo where they grew,— 
On some tree, or horse, or you 1 
Bought And paid for, down the street. 
Calves, and bust, enameled cheat. 
Plumpers, and that sacred lump, 
The stylish, spinal, silly hump. 
| 
Beauty, whore’s that nobler part 
Ancients used to call the heart ? 
Faint ing in your steel-ribbed breast, 
Or mummied in some money chest? 
GOOD-NATURED PARAGRAPHS. 
The Bull und Base Viol. 
Many years ago there was in the eastern 
part of Massachusetts, a worthy D. D., and 
although he was an eminently benevolent 
man and a good Christian, yet it must be 
confessed that lie loved a good joke much 
better than even the most inveterate jokers. 
It was before church organs were much in 
use; it ho happened that the choir of the 
church had recently purchased a double bass 
viol. Not far from the church was a large 
pasture, and in it a huge town bull. One 
hot Sabbath in the summer, tie got out of the 
pasture and came bellowing up the street. 
About the church there was plenty of un¬ 
trodden gross, green and good, and Mr. Bull 
stopped to try the quality; perchance to as¬ 
certain if its location had improved its flavor; 
at any rate, the doctor was in the midst of his 
sermon when— 
“ Boo woo-woo,” went the bull. 
The doctor paused, looked up at the sing¬ 
ing seats, and with a grave face, said : 
“ I would thank the musicians not to tune 
their instruments during service time; it an¬ 
noys me very much.” 
The people tittered, for they well knew 
what the real state of the case was. 
The minister went on again with his dis¬ 
course, but he had not proceeded far before 
another “ Boo - woo - woo ” came from Mr. 
Bull. 
The parson paused once more, and again 
exclaimed— 
“ 1 have twice already requested the mu¬ 
sicians in the gallery not to tune their instru¬ 
ments during sermon time. I now particu¬ 
larly request Mr. Lafevor that he will not 
tune his double bass viol while 1 am preach¬ 
ing” 
This was too much. Mr. Lafevor got up, 
much agitated at the thought of speaking oat 
in church, and stammered out— 
“ It isn’t me, Parson B.; it’s tli—that mis¬ 
chievous town bull!” 
Billinas on the “ Iuiiocmt 8oliuol Days.” 
It iz very euzy tew write about the inner- 
cent joys ov our sebool-boy days. More 
than 700 composishuns hav bin compozed 
describing this memorable occasion, 
Yure glowing account ov “ tho/.c golden 
horn’s, that luffing fled on silver tiptoes,” is 
very slick indeed, and goes to show that yu 
might hav had a good thing once. 
But let me ask yu, Bill Bramble, “ Did yn 
really kno it at the time ? Didn’t yu aktu- 
ally think in them daze, with even the big 
chance yu had, that being an innocent school 
boy waz about the meanest bizzness that en- 
ny boddykould toiler?” 
If enuy boddy would giv yu 50 dollars 
would yu go back and start the innocent 
school-boy trade over agin, on the same old 
kapilal? * * * * Not enny school-boy 
innocence for me, Mr. William Bramble, if 
you please—barefooted—a thistle in each big 
toe, and a stun bruize on each heel, and a 
rye straw hat without enny handle to it— 
fried pork for brekfust, and cold chunks ov 
hiled input meal and milk for supper; hard 
work from sun-up to sun-down, and three 
times a week, for variety, an apple-tree sprout 
licking in the kora krib; three mont hs, each 
winter, ov Daboll’s arithmetic for educashun, 
and working odd spells for sum skinflint na- 
bor, at eighteen cents a day, tew get spend¬ 
ing money for the next 4th ov July! 
This iz the kiud ov joy that meuy a school¬ 
boy remembers und looks back upon, over 
his shoulder, with the mingled pleasure and 
remose that a prisoner feels who lias reached 
the bights and sees the innocent, old jail in 
the valley. It requires a good deal ov native 
genius tew work this kind of yuug innocence 
up into decent poetry. 
A Gentleman to « Lady. 
you call Die Devtl! Yes you do. 
And thus tt pretty figure make me; 
1 understand you now when you 
So loudly cry, "The Devil take me.” 
