jabifs’ jjJort-^oIicr. 
“WE.” 
BY FANNY M. BAIITON. 
’Twas only a weary woman’s voice. 
And ’twas only a little word ; 
Yet it Drought the hot tears over my cheek 
And my soul to its center stirred. 
I carried her earnings to where she sat. 
Her little one at her knee— 
" Conu\ darling, we've tlnlMied the long day '9 work, 
We will go home." said she. 
Alone, my heart. In the tleep'nlng dusk, 
Ever alone, ah me! 
Even this woman, so poor and weak, 
May tenderly murmur" we." 
Though life to her hath little to give. 
The thought lies warm at her breast, 
“ Some one looked) and longeth for me 
Whether f work or rest.” 
Alone, my heart. In the thickening night, 
Ever and ever alone 1 
No one to hush thee with pitying words. 
Or to ask why thou mnkest moan. 
Out In the darkness the footsteps ring 
Of husbands and lovers sweot: 
How hitter the thought or household fires 
And pulses that Joyfully boat! 
Nay, heart, thou’rt wrong with thy hopeless grief; 
The love shut is atm ns near. 
Only its murmuring, faint and fine, 
El mlct h the niortal ear. 
A sweet soul waits on the other shore, 
And watches until I come: 
O when will the long day's work be done, 
That so 1 may hurry home? 
OUR HOUSEKEEPERS’ CLUB. 
BY DOUE HAMILTON. 
Yes, it really happened that wo had a 
Housekeepers’ Club in Lancaster; and it 
grew out of my calling upon my neighbors 
in the morning and finding them so cum¬ 
bered about the much serving. Why shouldn’t 
we have our humble Sorosis if we choose? 
AY by shouldn’t wo meet and compare our 
experiences, give voice to our discourage¬ 
ments, or modestly relate our triumphs? I 
had discussed the matter with Mrs. Bly and 
Mrs. Tail; they favored the plan, and 
taking heart of grace, I invited eight others 
to meet, socially, upon a certain afternoon 
in July. 
The thermometer was eighty degrees in 
the morning, so the inevitable result was—a 
cold dinner, dreadful as the words must 
sound to certain of the careful Martha 
type. They should have seen how relieved 
paterfamilias was as lie raised the covers 
and discerned no smoking viands. The 
bam from yesterday’s cooking was delight 
fully tender; for not having a fear of vin¬ 
egar, I had added half a teacupful to the 
water that boiled it. The Indian loaf, which 
bad been sent to its two-horn’s’ steam bath 
at breakfast time, and afterwards wrapped 
in a thick towel, was in the best possible 
condition. We had spiced currants with 
turbed; but it was Mrs. Nelson who said : 
“ That sounds a good deal like woman’s 
rights, Mrs. Bly; and if you’re going into 
t hat, or are going to be strong minded, 1 shall 
bid you farewell. My liege lord doesn’t ap¬ 
prove of woman’s rights. 
“Nor Mr. Wallace, either,” said the 
timid voice of his spouse. 
“Auntie" Gray's sunny face took on a 
look of extra cheeriness as she comforted 
these feeble sisters’ fears. She couldn’t keep 
a merry twinkle out of her eye as she said 
to Mrs. Norton, “Thee wouldn’t wish to 
lie calied minded, would thee, friend 
Jane ?” 
Bo we settled to meet next at Mrs. Vail’s, 
and out of the multi.tide of subjects that 
presented themselves wo agreed to discuss 
bread. After the regular topic was disposed 
of, questions should he in order and experi¬ 
ences related. For various reasons we de¬ 
clined to choose any officers. We were 
simply a voluntary association, and we 
thought we should do quite ns well without 
the forms and customs of masculine clubs, 
YYa lmd a very social time at supper. 
Azalea and the children had laid the table 
and garnished it with flowers and ferns. 
The ladies grouped themselves as they chose 
about three white covered stands upon the 
piazza; the young people did the waiting, 
and did it nicely too ; and everybody seemed 
to enjoy the air, and the flowers, and the 
supper. 
The next time, as agreed, we discussed 
bread in all its aspects; we viewed the com¬ 
parative merits of salt-rising, milk-risim* 
potato yeast, “turnpike,” “twin brothers 
yeast,” &c., &c., the majority favoring pota¬ 
to yeast as being more easily made, the 
bread lighter, more nutritions, and keeping 
good for a longer time. Various methods of 
keeping bread were talked about, and then 
somebody said, “ What is to be done with 
the fragments?” 
or IKntng |)ccrpk 
LITTLE ELLIE’S DAY. 
BY A. ZALIA. 
“ Be n good girl all the day,” mother »:iid, 
As she tied Ki.uh‘6 hut on the curly bead, 
" And try hard to do right. 
Then I shall he pleased with toy little one, 
And give her a kiss when the day Is done, 
And she comes home at night.” 
Thro’ Bright nntnmn leaves little Eu.ie tripped, 
And gathered some rare ones, daintily tipped 
With red. mid orange, and green; 
" Hut I must not wait," ELITE said, at last. 
“ I’ll Pick up my books and run to school fast; 
I’ll be the best girl mother’s soon !" 
The day was so beautiful, bright, and warm, 
ELITE said to herself at noon“ What harm 
I r i stay out awhile?" 
But she followed the rest when school began. 
Thinking. " I'll he Just ns good as I can ! 
And then mother will smile." 
The day had neon weary; the lessons long. 
But Elite ran l(ome lit night with a song; 
Bear little Klue! she smiled. 
Pattering along through the leafy way. 
Iteineniherlng the kiss, that lutd waited ali day, 
For a good little child. 
When the wearisome day of onr life Is past. 
And ’mid evening shadows we turn at last 
Our steps the homeward way. 
How blest! if for ns a welcome awaits; 
If we see Ills smile at the heavenly gates, 
At the end of our day ! 
STREET SCENES IN NEW YORK. 
BY UNCLE CHARLES. 
The Young Hidewnllt Orclieslrn, 
They are a funny class of children—these 
youthful musicians - wide-awake, industri¬ 
ous, as sensitive its mercury to the condition 
of the social atmosphere in which they bail- 
pen to place themselves. I tell yon, country 
boys and girls, these lillle street singers and 
players know a thing or two. They know a 
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Mrs. Henderson said there wasn’t any good deal more than how to play the violin, 
need of having fragments if the bread was harp and flute, 
cut on the tabic. Somebody said there were 
the crusts, and the hits, and the last end of '' ■’ r : h — 
loaves to be disposed of. Bread puddings, ' 
dressing, toasts, brewis, and “ Aunt Isaac" MlP’ li<: : P 
were recommended; one dried her crumbs ■’ 
in the oven, pounded them, and kept them pPl jf-'j |jj 
upon the immediate’ drying oAho breach ff . $ jP [$j If tip! 
Then we branched oil’ to biscuit, rusk, and 'ijli JJ K|4 1®®"', X'fl 
mnmns, itml the way the recipes were ah- 
that ! heard between Mrs. Bly and Mrs. 
Vail’s half-sister, who had just come on „ 
her annual visit to Lancaster,—a fashionable ,sj'M|HW • [H 1 1 
young lady, who recently finished her edit- 4 
cation at, Madame F-’s establishment. / ^Ifr bg/ Jt 
After tea, she had given us some music, and 
then essaying to be us courteous and uffablo 
la 
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pi- •; ' 'r lit 
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the ham, and for dessert raspberries-—pur- :is P OH Tible to her sister's guests, she said to 
file, red and orange. Was it so very bad ? Mrs. Bly : 
We spent our usual hour at the table; for 
while I had baked my sponge cake and 
boiled the custards, our niece, Azalea, set 
everything in order, and did so many little 
things in the decorative line, that the house 
took on quite a holiday aspect. She had 
bouquets of roses upon the parlor table and 
the brackets in the library. A long spray of 
woodbine rose out of some hidden vase, 
twinod itself about my Diana, and crowned 
iter with its beautiful leaves, till she looked 
more than ever like a forest queen. Two 
pictures in rustic frames were garlanded 
with Mauraudya, which was placed behind 
them in wkle-mouthcd bottles. So, the house 
being in order and everything done, we ate 
at leisure, while a fire of light wood was 
healing the water in our closely covered 
kettle. 
Ii I were you. Mis; Wuu.s, 
I should ask, ‘ IIow can you content your- 
self in the city? I suppose I am happy ~ 
hem because I love Nature so thoroughly; There is one litt le band, much like those 
st.ll I hope my belief m God s care for me you see in the engraving, which has playec 
wmdd lead me to be happy anywhere.” a t my dining-room window, at dinner lime 
\<u have good servants, I suppose? twice a week all the summer long. Thevio 
i i r liuist is a short, chubby, open-faced, black 
tude which only the light of a true woman’s 
heart reveals. 
Where these children live I do not know. 
- I could never find out by questioning them. 
Late into the summer nights, at the doors of 
residences and under the windows; at the 
coiners ot crowded streets, at the entrance 
of saloons, these itinerant bauds make music. 
I licit lile is not an ulle one. The pennies 
they get are honestly earned. All given 
them beyond a five cent piece, insures a cor¬ 
responding amount, of music, unless it is 
manifest that some one with a highly edu¬ 
cated ear gives them more to induce them to 
move on ; if so, they are quick to taken hint 
and move. 
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PROM RURAL BOYS AND GIRLS. 
About l.iinip Mitts. 
Minnie, I make lamp mats so many ways 
I scarcely know which to tell you. I could 
show you much better Ilian I can tell you by 
writing. I know at least a dozen, so where 
shall l commence? At. the first kind l ever 
made ? It was when I was a very little girl. 
I had a spool with four pins*in it, and 
worked the zephyr over that, (your older 
sister or mother knows how if you don’t,) 
then wound it up and sewed it, ending with 
a fringe. 
The next one I knit in wedges of nil sorts 
of colors, and sowed them together to form 
a wheel, finishing with a fringe. 
Another is to take four colors and weave 
them in squares, leaving about an inch and 
a-lialf of the zephyr for fringe. It, is done 
by sewing the zephyr on two sides of a square 
foundation, two colors alternately every 
half inch on one side, and the others on the 
other, but not the opposite side; then weave 
across and fasten on the other side. Put a 
twist or plait ol the zephyr over the sewing. 
r l lien you can crochet them in any num¬ 
ber of styles. A pretty way is to make a 
round of crimson zephyr about an inch and 
a half in diameter, then make five points 
from this to ftirm a star of the crimson, fill¬ 
ing it up with white cotton. Where you do 
not want, the cotton to show, crochet the 
red around it, and tin: versa; finish with an 
open-work edge. This can he washed. 
A very pretty way is to make squares or 
diamonds in Afghan stitch of white and some 
bright color; sew together, and finish with 
tufts of zephyr.— Loretta. 
How lo Mulct* II Tidy. , 
A very pretty way to make a tidy is, fake : 
a strip of red braid about seventeen inches 
long ; crochet a middling deep edge on both i 
sides. Take another atrip a little shorter 
and do the same till the strips get quite 
small; then on the other side do the same 
until it gets in the shape of a diamond ; then 
crochet them together. Have the work a i 
little open. I have’some eases made out of ] 
delaine. Cut it in the shape of a shoe, only i 
have the foe rounding; make the front like i 
that of a hanging-basket. —Clara. i 
What nn Eleven-Yenr.OLI Girl emi Do. 
I tried Ei.la’h receipc for making cake 1 
and thought iL very nice. I can cook and ! 
get a meal of victuals. I got two or three 
suppers for the school teacher last winter ! 
without any of mother's help. I can knit ' 
my own stockings and do it all. I have a ! 
Cp 
abbafb il tubing. 
PRAYER AT EVEN. 
Gon, that madest earth and heaven, 
Darkness and light; 
Who the day lor toll hast given, 
For ru»t the night,— 
May thine angel-guards defend u», 
Slum bar aweet thy mercy send us. 
Holy dreams and hopes attend us, 
TUI* livelong night! 
Guard us waking, guard us sleeping ; 
And when we die, 
May we, In thy mighty keeping, 
All peaceful lie [ 
When the last dread call shall wake us, 
Do not thou, our Gon. forsake us, 
But, to reign in glory, take us 
With Thee on high. [Early Days. 
--. 
THOUGHTS BY THINKERS. 
I’m living God. 
A writer in the Central Christian Advo¬ 
cate says:—Christians praise God too lillle. 
They grow barren nml wither, unless they 
Cultivate the spirit of praise. The Psalms 
are lull of praise. It is good exercise lo re¬ 
count the mercies of God, to think of Ilis 
loving kindness. What makes these thoughts 
more forcible at this time, is the fact that we 
were once Indirectly and milter curtly re¬ 
buked for uttering praise in prayer. A min¬ 
ister said that it, was unbecoming in ustore- 
joiee over the goodness of God and the mer¬ 
cies we had received; that, instead of this we 
should mourn and eon less our sins, and be¬ 
wail our want ot faith and our failures and 
shortcomings. We felt, the censure, and 
tried to feel bad and to call up the spirit of 
sadness, thinking perhaps we had been too 
jubilant, but after all, what Christ, had done 
was so prominent and so overwhelming that 
we could scarcely retrain from praising Ilim. 
Is the spirit of praise inconsistent with the 
spirit, ot humility? We cannot always be 
sure of our own spiritual state, but we know 
that some Christians, who always confess, 
and always mourn, and always belittle thom- 
selvcs, do but lillle good. A mail’s example 
is infectious, and a Christian can live so sad¬ 
ly that he will never make a favorable report 
of Christ. 
HcIf-llcglMtcring Siiis. 
Henry Ward Beecher says. —There 
are self-registering sins. There are sins 
which carry in their own nature an outcome 
of mischief that lowers the tone of life, and 
lowers the susceptibility of happiness, mul¬ 
tiplying the causes of vexation, and care, 
and trial, and trouble, following the mind 
with misrule, and preparing it for the stum¬ 
blings and the downfalls that come later in 
life, as the inevitable result of sins that are 
not forgiven. Such sins do not wait for men 
to find out and punish them. God has hound 
ilis universe together in such a way, and 
given to his laws such vitality and self- 
defending power, that any man who sins 
against his conscience, against his own in¬ 
ward nature, or against the essential welfare 
of society, gets it back double and quadruple, 
in bis own soul; and that, whether men find 
it out or not, or whether or not he recog¬ 
nizes the source of those troubles and suffer¬ 
ings which afterwards come upon him. The 
absolute universality of moral law, and the 
8 y<> u see in the engraving, which bus played Singer’s Sewing Machine and can sew on it j'U’vitabieness of moral penalty, is one of 
, “ "’y dining-mom window, at dinner time, 1 mean to learn to do all kinds „f work, both ™£S5Tif'5“dXffi? k " f 11,0 m08 ' 
twice a week all the summer long. Thevio- useful and ornamental. 1 intend to try and ’ _ 
“yes; I have a housekeeper of expe¬ 
rience, and the best girl 1 ever had, little 
Nellie Bly.” 
“ You don’t mean your own child, that 
bright Nellie !” 
“Certainly; she was not quite strong in 
eyed, laughing-lipped, jolly little fellow. The 
light in his eyes twinkles like a couple of 
stars, and lie knows just when t he chords he 
makes on his fiddle strings touch a corre¬ 
sponding chord in my heart; for as soon as 
lie sees I am pleased, ho begins to dance and 
There was quite a little excitement when, spring, so I decided to keep her at, home skip about as if lie was standing barefooted 
after the usual inquiries and exchange of aml teach her myself. I enjoy the task, and on hot coals, and lie simts— 
civilities, I proposed a fortnightly gathering we ljavc mu * together a great deal. We are 
to discuss the things that are dear to every jading the Ancient Mariner now. Nelly is 
true woman’s heart. impatient to get hack to her favorite Shakes- 
Mrs. Vail said, “ she feared we had been 
living very much in our own families, and 
had allowed the imperative material needs 
at home to overshadow everything else; we 
had almost forgotten the scriptural injunc¬ 
tion, ‘ Bear ye one another’s burdens.’ She 
should advocate the meeting for its social 
effects if for nothing else.” 
penre, however.” 
“ I think Shakespeare is dreadfully dull,” 
remarked the young lady. “ I don’t think 
lie’s half so nice as Scott and Charles Reade.” 
Mrs. Vail had a piazza supper, too, and 
besides her spongy biscuits, we had some ex¬ 
cellent Indian cakes, made after a Southern 
recipe. She had a pretty dish of fruit, made 
Mrs. Bly said that “ if supplying material l,y lli PP’ m S stems of ripe currants in the un- 
needs engrossed so much time, it was cer- tj^teu white of un egg, rolling them in pow- 
tainly worth while to study the best means ™, fiS nnd ,Hyiug tUem u ‘ um Ulcir own 
’1 
of meeting these demands. If we discussed 
the best, methods of doing things, we should 
certainly gain many new ideas—it would 
give a new interest to our efforts. All the 
ways and means of home making might be 
discoursed of with profit We might enliven 
our meetings with an occasional essay, or se- 
lect reading. It it was worth while for our 
husbands to attend agricultural societies, it 
was far more necessary for us to form an or¬ 
ganization for so noble an end as our own 
improvement and that of our families.” She 
is :t good ta'ker, and said these things in a 
clearer, more convincing way titan I can 
write them. 
I oor, faded Mrs. Wallace had come, 
much to my surprise, and while Mrs. Bly 
was talking I saw that site looked quite dis- 
green leaves. 
Everybody enjoyed this meeting, too, and 
even Mrs. Wallace looked cheerful. There 
was no doubt that the leaven was workimr 
O 
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Curiosity. 
Nothing is much nobler than the desire 
for knowledge—nothing much shabbier than 
low curiosity. What does it signify to us 
what others do or have, and why cannot wo 
leave them and theirs alone ? No one in the 
world likes to be watched and. pried after; 
and it dues not seem very difficult to do lo 
our neighbor in this matter as we would lie 
“ I loot, I feel, I feel, 
I feel like a morning star I” 
And I really think lie does feel so, provid¬ 
ed the morning star feels happy and antici¬ 
pates the pleasure of receiving a dime, as 
this boy does, for his music, dance and song. 
That fellow leaning against the fenee is of 
entirely a different type. Ilis flute is played 
with the greatest care; but one would think 
lie was it love-sick youth to listen to the 
plaintive wail lie sometimes blows out of it. 
And then Ids face has that sentimental, sad¬ 
dened look which seems to say 
“This world is all a fleeting 6how.” 
I always feel sorry for him, but do the best 
I can, I cannot coax a smile out of bis face 
with money or words. Ho seems devoted to 
his flute, but to have lost all friendly interest 
in anything else. 
The artist has not done justice to the face 
of the girl playing the harp. The one who 
plays for tne has a matronly, business air, 
and seems to thumb the harp strings much 
as she would knit stockings, with a me¬ 
chanical air which says: — “Well, there’s 
make a hanging basket of a carrot next Ncaliwt ot Go«l’* Qr«oIca. 
spring.—H attie L. Dr. Deems saysIt is a sin to neglect 
-♦-*.-»- a».y part of God's oracles. If the Bible be 
RURAL FOUR -YEAR - OLDS !!‘ e 'u ^ lT iL contaiu “ U»e mind of 
_ * foe Spirit, then to neglect any portion 
Mothers of Smnrt Children are invited to contri- mmliicsts a disrespect for the authority of 
buto to tills Department.j God which must. seriously weaken any man’s 
Tlie Oldest .Man. -Ono of my little girls, on ,uora !| constitution. In the iunlructions which 
being asked who was the first man that God a subject receives from his king the royal 
ever made, repllod, “Old Mr. Boyd.” He was is as much in every part as it is in 
the oldest man she had ever seen.— w. \ s any part. To select portions for study and 
How Addle Made a Bargain. -Little Addie S®”?® ** , l ° ^ «i«>bedtent, as it IS the 
was in the habit of getting candy for good To- mdmtluttl private j.idg- 
huvior. One day she said: * men t. against the Wisdom and the will of the 
“ Papa, may I go with you to feed the pigs if 1,111,1 t<J Father. It lurthennore 
I’ll be a good girl?” ^ argues a want ot love for truth. This love 
Porvr «(w.i«ir r ..., , for truth it is indispensable to cultivate. It 
glr , /. tlyi my dear, if you bo a good fe really more important than a nervous 
Lim Addle-" Well, I’ll be a good girl if T?l \^ U(,S8 , to .! , « RX,lct mr 8t , atenienls 
you’ll give me some candy.” and accurate in foe use of our words. 
It Is useless to add, perhaps, that she got the The Infection of flnpplnexs. 
candy, and went with “ papa ” to feed the pigs. This, t hen, is onr perfection of happiness, 
~ A ’ F> c - to have the knowledge of Jesus. Knowing 
Not Pit to Ear. while taking dinner at grand- bow all truths center in Jesus, and that Jesus 
mother’s, recently, little Lilly, a three-ycar-old, has all power in heaven mid in earth, wlmt 
was given a piece of cherry pie. She tasted it, happy views a Christian hikes of the future 
and found the cherry stones. Taking a atone of Christ’s dear flock ! They shall never lie 
from her mouth, she examined it closely for »t destroyed. “The holy Catholic chinch, 
while, then looked up at her mother, and said; which is tlie communion of saints,” must 
“ Mu, what did ganma put ’em 'tones In the endure forever, and grow and cover the 
pic tor ? ’Em ain’t ot to eat.”—c. earth. There may be ebbs and tides, and-hi 
Wanted hi* Feet Bareheaded. -Willie I>—. life human frailly the Christian may be more 
t woanda-half years old, teased his ma to have or less depressed or raised by these; but lie 
Ilis shoes and stockings off. Being asked why knows that whatever else may happen to 
he wanted them off, ho replied, “’Cause he this planet, the time will certainly come when 
wanted his leet bareheaded. “ the earth shall bo ftiil of the knowledge of 
Davy’* Idea of Kiinrpiirn*.—Littlo Davy, four Gord as tlie waters cover tlie sea.” As 
years old, was talking with tlie girls tho other L * u ’ waters cover the sea? IIow do the 
morning, when ono of them said something ho waters cover tlie sea? How immense is tlie 
was not expected to hear, and ho replied : bowl of the ocean ! How irregular the brim 
“ You’re mighty sharp; you’ll fall down and cut of that bowl, with its myriads of indentations, 
yourself.' huge and .small t How deeper In some places, 
The Rooster that Couldn’t .—a correspondent. ,K> w shallower in others ! Yet there is not a 
writes:—“We presume your readers have all spot which the waters (lo not cover. Think 
aam a half-grown Shanghai rooster try to crow, of foe incalculable weight of all the waters. 
Our Minnie saw one try, too; and after ail his Think how they press down and in and out, 
fuss ho came down, on the flattest of B flats. Until every chink and cranny and Corner and 
■Humph,’ said Minnie; l him faaoht Mm could bay and river-mouth of the sea is filled and 
rooster , and Mm couldn’t.’ ” | crowded by the waters. 
should do to us. This curiosity is generally tm c less tune to play to-day, Now let’s see 
tlie gieat sin ot small societies. For want of how much those stupid people have paid for 
a more healthy outlet for the dramatic in- our miisic » But there is affection and f ull, 
stinct with which we are all born, the dwel- T, \ . , . altcction an t.uth- 
lers in con fit) eel localities turn upon each trust in liertacc. Shu w ill make 
other, like so many spiders in a tumbler, and a 6°°^ woman; for under the mask of world- 
try to mask the real starvation of this in- liness which her life has compelled her to 
stinct by the false nourishment of gossip. put on, shines out the tenderness and solici- 
wunted his feet bareheaded. 
Duvy’a Idea or SlmrpiicM.— Littlo Davy, four 
years old, was talking with tho girls tho other 
morning, when ono of thorn said something ho 
was not expected to hoar, and ho replied; 
“ You’re mighty sharp ; you’ll fall down and cut 
yourself. 1 ‘ 
The Rooster that Couldn’t.—A correspondent 
writes:—“We presume your readers have all 
neon a half-grown Shanghai rooster try to crow. 
Our Minnie saw one try, too; and after all hig 
fuss lie came down, on tho flattest of B flats. 
’Humph,’ said Minnie; ’Mm fauoht Mm could 
rooster, and Mm couldn’t.' ” 
