SBOORE’S BUBAL NEW-YORKER. 
1PR3L 2S 
mas Eve. Alice, June and Winny were brides¬ 
maids, with Philip Lanbdale, an art ist friend 
of Kent's, and Lieut. Hayward for grooms¬ 
men. Thisskll, who was at all times lovely, 
was radiant with beauty. Such a bridal party 
had not been seen for many a day in Hellefort. 
The bridesmaids wore all beautiful, although 
some thought Alice too pale. 
Kent and Truss kll were gone on their wed¬ 
ding Journey six weeks— lingering in large cities 
the greater part of the time, enjoying the music 
for whidi Thtsseli, had longed, and wandering 
through art galleries, 11 tiding all pleasure doub¬ 
led in companionship. 
PhilipLansdam. had longsuspected-A lice's 
attachment for Rhkrhy; although not in love 
with her himself, lie had a stronger friendship 
for her than any other, and ever since Sherry 
had left town he had been so thoughtful and 
attentive that Alice felt that she had never 
half appreciated Philip. As soon as Thisheli. 
was gone from Gicndith, he visited the place 
oftener than ever, bringing duets to sing with 
her, and trying constant diversion. 
When Mr. and Mrs. Breeze returned they 
went directly to their new home. Kent had 
previously sent on carpets and furniture, at 
June’s earnest request; while she, with Alice 
and Win NY’S help, had superintended the dis¬ 
posal of them, ami made all arrangements for 
the travelers’ comfort. The girls were busy up 
to the last moment before the arrival, but Junk 
said: — “ Let us slip off and let them liud every¬ 
thing nil done Just a.-, if t hoy had stopped right 
into the days of fairies and genii; wo nan come 
over by-ami-by." They agreed, only giving a 
last suggestion about serving t he dinner lint, 
to the bright, tidy “ Lucindy" in the kitchen ; 
and all rushed out of the studio porch at the 
side, as the expected carriage drove to t.bo front. 
Kent and TmssELb had talked of the cosy 
charms of their little home ever since they 
started Upon their journey, and had become 
impatient to reach it, and verify its delights: 
but as they entered, just after twilight, the 
reality fur surpassed their imagining. The 
house was brilliantly lighted; a cheerful Are 
glowed In the pretty grate in the sitting-room, 
and threw its soft light all over the bright crim¬ 
son sprays of the carpet and flickered on the 
plain buff walls that showed the pictures to 
such advantage, and even flashed brilliant re¬ 
flections from the silver on the prettily-set 
table in the dining-room beyond. They con¬ 
stantly found traces of the friends’ kind 
thoughtfulness. 
“I am sure this is some of June’s doing," 
exclaimed Tit issued in perfect delight, pausing 
by a front, window near the arch which led into 
her husband's studio. A broad shelf bad been 
placed across the foot of the window ; on it at, 
either end stood a (lower pot, and from them 
grew a white passion flower vine, and the deli¬ 
cate rose and white maurandya, which ran up 
each side on a light wire trellis and met in a 
graceful curve at the top. 
"Yes, it is a lovely idea," said Kent, “and 
won't it be exquisite when the sprays fall over 
luxuriantly enough to throw their shadows on 
the wall? That is always one of the chief 
charms of vines in the house to me—the enjoy¬ 
able wierd shadows which they cast in the 
evening.” 
Then they peeped into the studio. What a 
charming room it was! The floor of beautiful 
contrasted woods, the walls papered with the 
softest neutral tint, and such a huge bay win¬ 
dow! In it hung a superb basket of ivies, and 
beneath that a beautiful flower stand filled 
with exquisite plants. Upon a card attached 
Thisrell road, “With love from Nina F., in 
remembrance of Music and Heliotrope,’’ 
Our heliotrope must stand just in that corner 
as soon as It can lie moved, Kent said. 
The house was a const ant delight; surprises 
greeted them from one end of it to the other; 
they realized how busy their friends had been 
in their behalf. Dinner over, they were just 
starting to l hank l hem, when June, Win, and 
Alice, made their appearance. After eager 
questions about home affairs, Kent asked for 
news. 
“Well, for one item," said June, “our little 
sister here, has developed a t aste for wander¬ 
ing, the first evidence being an intended move 
to the Fort, with a wide chanco for unlimited 
roaming as soon as she becomes Mrs. Luoien 
Hayward, which she has promised.” 
Congratulations followed and A lice an¬ 
nounced as a point of interest that Philip 
Lanrdale had sailed for Europe to be gone for 
months on business. 
‘‘Oh, 1 heard to-day," chimed in Winny," 
that Sherry Sherburne broke liis engagement, 
with Bessie Tyndall for no other reason than 
that her father had met with severe business 
losses." 
“ Poor Sherry ! sighed Kent,” how he has 
degenerated 1” 
Alice felt her face flush, and she was thank¬ 
ful when they dropped the subject, 
A year and tv half roiled on, bringing but few 
changes to our friends. Winny had married 
and gone to Oregon, but a few months later. 
Kent had painted industriously and success¬ 
fully. June still lived at home, blooming with 
healthful beauty-useful and entertaining as 
ever—keeping house for her mother: getting 
the practical part of her education, preparing 
to be a sensible old maid, as she jokingly told 
her father, who felt grateful for every day that 
she was left at home, and who took it upon 
himself to preach a regular crusude against 
marriage in general and agreeable young men 
in particular, ever since. Winny’8 husband car¬ 
ried her off to the far West. 
Mr. and Mrs. Glenptth had gone on to New 
York for a few weeks, and Alice was passing 
the time in the cottage during their absence. 
She had entirely recovered her health and 
merriment, and grown more lovely as she 
matured. Through Thissbl’S influence she had 
become a noble Christian character. The seeds 
so long before planted, sprang up from her 
sorrow under Thissel's kindly sympathy and 
example, until aha came to be like her, a grow¬ 
ing, working Christian. Amur had kept up a 
somewhat interrupted correspondence with 
Philip, who had been detained in Europe all 
tlila time, but who was expected home on the 
last steamer, which had been due for several 
days. She had grown restless and anxious as 
the time passed, but the fourt h day she realized, 
as she read in the morning paper that groat 
anxiety was felt, for the “Neptune,” that she 
loved Philip with a love to which her old 
feeling for Sherry, was “as moonlight unto 
sunlight, and as water unto wine." 
The sixth morning came and still no tidings. 
TmBSKLL, who had an Intuitive sense of the 
slate of Alice's mind, tried to divert her. A 
new heliotrope branch had blossomed in the 
cottage; little Blanche Gleniutu Breeze 
had been the chief object in the house for the 
past four months. Her mamma had been 
obliged to give up for a time, many of her 
former duties and pleasures; some of these 
Amok had voluntarily assumed, among them 
visiting several families of sick and poor. So 
Th i SWELL, thinking a walk Jn the open air, with 
an object in view, might do her good, said, 
“ Alice, dear, 1 wish you would take down one 
of those carnations and a few of the other 
flowers to old Aunt Junv, with my kind re¬ 
membrance, and read a chapter to her. What 
a lesson of patience that old blind woman is! " 
And then she added, as Alice started to go, 
“ami do tell Jkkry Tkitchkll that the box 
which lie made is so much admired that I can 
dispose of all he can make.” 
Alice found Aunt Judy cheerfully knitting 
as usual in her tidy little room. " Oh, my com¬ 
fort, 'tie you, is it t” she saifl. “ blessings on ye. 
I thought bcloike it might be me darter Ruth 
home from the factory, bavin the bit holiday." 
Alice gave her the flowers and message, when 
JERRY, the wooden-legged sailor, came stump¬ 
ing across the passage, and with a word of 
welcome from Aunt Judy, and a nod to Alice, 
seated himself expectantly, while Alice read 
from her blble of one of St. Paul's Journeys 
which she had began a few days before, and 
which had taken strong hold of Jerry's mind. 
After a running but respectful commentary 
from time to time, kept up on both sides, J i u- 
hy said, "Miss Allus, I thought you’d like ter 
know. I’ve got my hearings, I’ve took llimfor 
my Captin. I've been a think! n’ ever senceyou 
fust begun comtnln here, an mo an Aunt Judy 
hev bed a spall o’ nrgyments, and now I'm 
homeward bound for the port o’ glory—Halle- 
lu-yer!” 
Alice’s heart was full of grateful t hanks to 
her Heavenly Father a* she ran down the flight 
of stairs that led into the street; but then came 
the reaction, and she felt unutterably miserable 
as she turned towards home, “ Alice ! " some¬ 
one called just behind her: she turned and 
there, with ids face full of light and lovo, stood 
Philip. She gave him her hand and said al¬ 
most to herself, “ safe ! safe!" 
“ llerela my buggy, door -AMCE,” he said, 
“Pvo been waiting this half hour; jump in, 
please." 
And as t hey rode, seeing that she could hard¬ 
ly speak, he hurried on. "Carno home this 
morning: almost had a shipwreck ; details will 
do some other time; saw your father and 
mother; they said 1 might take you to ride, and 
promised to be responsible for all the nonsense 
that I might talk to j'ou.” 
“Oh, Philip! " she laughed, and stopped to 
listen again. 
“Are you glad that I’m home, little friend, 
say? ” 
“Yes, glad, and thankful," she answered 
earnestly. 
“Alice," he said seriously, “ I cannot wait 
longer; tell me if you can love mo enough to 
marry me? I know about the old time, but 
think how long I’ve waited. Won’t you be my 
wife ? “ 
“ Yes." she happily answered ; “ I was a Httle 
girl then, Philip, and had not found how I 
could love till that shipwreck news taught me 
something about it." 
After their ride Philip dined at the cottage. 
Thisseli. and Kent, looking upon them with 
the £yes of experience, understood that Alice 
had found rest in the love of a noble heart long 
before Philip proudly confessed that he had 
won Alice for his own. 
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SPARKS AND SPLINTERS. 
Long fishes—Turnpikes. 
Tough fishes—Cork soles. 
Net profits—a fisherman’s. 
What la dispepsia?—stuff! 
Sorrowful fishes—W(h)ales 
A common informer Webster’s Dictionary. 
The vegetable for hangmen—The artichoke. 
Ground and lofty tumblers—Cut-glass gob¬ 
lets. 
I Which is the oldest tree ?*-The elder, of 
I course. 
Perpetual Evangelical Alliances— happy 
marriages. 
The way to make a fire real hot is to keep it 
thoroughly coaled. 
Laziness is a good deal like money—the more 
a man has of it the more he seems to want. 
Wn y is a whisper forbidden in polite society ? 
Because it is not aloud. 
An Irishman was once asked if he had ever 
seen a red blackberry. “To be sure I have,” 
said Pat; “all blackberries are red when they 
are green.” 
Why is your shadow like false friends? Be¬ 
cause it follows only in sunshine. 
When a man’s nose becomes a little reddish 
it ought to bo pulled like other radishes. 
An exchange wanting to compliment a live 
stock journal, says it Is edited by a man whose 
head is chuck full of live stock. 
The Sermons of Henry Ward Beecher.— 
‘■Plymouth Pulpit." Ninth Scries—pp. 482, Svo. 
Tenth Series—pp. 503, 8vo. New York: J. B. 
Ford & Co. 
Few preachers wear as well as If. W. B. Some, 
who lack his wealth of imagery and illustra¬ 
tion, and hi marvelous command of language, 
call Ids sermons sensational, and so, in an hon¬ 
orable sense, they arc —they are never dull. 
But if they were nothing more than this if 
they were not a body of truth presented by a 
heart full of human love how soon would the 
sensation have died out. Like Frotuingham, 
lie sees boundless possibilities in human na¬ 
ture; unlike him, lie finds the energy which 
develops possibilities into facts in the love of 
Got) reaching down to man, instead of an in¬ 
tellectual perception of innate goodness in 
human nature, which permits a God to exist, 
and makes Him oniya projection of self. Not 
theology, but love not learning, but the lire 
not doctrine, but doing, are the things he most 
likes to discourse upon. And we suppose 
this to be the great secret of his popularity. 
Abstractions please some minds, but all men 
have some idea of duty all sympathise with 
love. And so, year after year, his sermons are 
eagerly bought and read. Attacks of various 
kinds, criticism of the bitterest spirit, fall 
harmless, and w e aro glad it is so—for the man 
who occupies Plymouth Pulpit, us we said 
years ago, is the greatest piece of ministerial 
ordnance in America. 
Pleasant Talk about Fruit, Flowers ami 
Farming.—By Henry WAhji Rees her. New 
York : .f. 15. Ford & Co. 
Tqis is a new edition of a pleasant and useful 
wer}< published several years ago, with the 
addition of some of Mr, Beecher's more recent 
writings on this subject , and a hitherto unpub¬ 
lished address upon" The Apple." It is not nec¬ 
essary for us to toll anybody who Mr. Beecher 
is, nor what w e think of bis book ; for, whether 
we think it amounts to ro'iieb or little, every¬ 
body who has not got it will want it that is, if 
they love fruits, flowers and farming. We well 
remember reading the author’s excellent arti¬ 
cles on Horticulture when he was editor of the 
Indiana Farmer, in 1813-1, (while wo were con¬ 
ducting the Michigan Farmer,)—and also ucon- 
ver.siitlon on the subject, years after, wherein 
our worthy friend acknowledged, in answer to 
certain interrogatories, ids indebtedness to 
Loudon's works (which he studied o’ nights 
and into the short hours) for many of his 
thoughts and facts, though of course they were 
supplemented or enriched by his observation 
and experience. 
Model Dialogues.— Compiled by William M. 
Clarke. Philadelphia : J. W. Daugbady & Co. 
For School and Church exhibitions and other 
social purposes, this book will be much in de¬ 
mand. The dialogues all road well, and have a 
good moral. They will cause much laughter 
and some tears; suggest some good thoughts, 
and in their performance give rise to many bad 
ones. Emulation and rivalry in displays of this 
kind are as dangerous, morally, in church theat¬ 
ricals as in those of the theatre; but, if we must 
have exhibitions, we are glad to have such good 
materia) provided for use. 
Victor’s Triumph. — By Mrs. Emma D. E. N. 
SOItthwORTH. Philadelphia : T. B. Peterson. 
This is the Sequel to the “ Beautiful Fiend ” 
briefly noticed by us a few weeks since. It is 
well written, exciting, not very improbable, 
and, we suppose, will be popular with the read¬ 
ers of light literature. 
The Popular Science Monthly for May (New 
York : D. Appleton & Co.) is filled with inter¬ 
esting material for study and thought. As we 
have said before, it is a periodical which should 
be on the table of every family aiming to know 
what doers and thinkers are doing and thinking. 
New Music.—We have received from D. P. 
Faulds, No. 70 Main street, Louisville, Ky., 
the following“ On the Beautiful Blue Dan¬ 
ube,” song—a good adaptation of the celebrated 
Strauss waltz; “That’s My Secret," song, by 
Frank Colburn ; “ The Day is Past and Gone,” 
a quartette, by Carl Bergstkin; “Aside 
Waltz,” arranged from Verdi, by M. Mateo. 
THE LORD’S PRAYER ILLUSTRATED. 
“ Our Father."- Isa. lxiti., 16. 
By richl of creation.—Mai. ii., 10. 
JBy bountiful provision.—Ps. cxlv., IS. 
By gracious adoption.—Epli. i., 5. 
“ Who art. in Heaven.''—1. Kings, viii., 43. 
The throne Of Thy glory.—Isa. Ixvi., 1. 
The Port ion of Thy children.—I. Pet.4. 
The temple of Thy angels.—Isa. vi.. 1. 
“ HaUowed he Thy Nam'."—Pe. cxv., 1. 
By the thoughts of our hearts.—Ps., lxxrvi., 11. 
By the words of our lips.—Ps. ii., 15. 
By the work of our hands.—1. Cor. x., 31. 
“ Thy Kingdom com#.”—Ps. cx., 2. 
Of providence to defend us.—Ps. xvii.,8. 
Of grace to refine ns."—I, Thcs. v. 23. 
Of glory to crown us.—Col. iii„ 4. 
"Thy will lie done on earth an it is in Heaven."— 
Acts xxl.. 14. 
Towards us: without resistance.—1. Sam. Hi., 18. 
By us, without compulsion.—Ps. cxlx.. 3R. 
Universally, without exception.—Luke 
Eternally, without declension.—Ps. oxlx.,98. 
"Give vs thin (lay our daily bread."— Mat. vt., 11. 
Of necessity, for our bodies.—Prov., xxx., S, 
Of eternal life, for our souls.—John vi., 31. 
“ And forgive vs our (respasse s,’’—Ps. xxv.. 11. 
Against the commands of Thy law.—I. John iii., 4. 
Against the grace of Thy Gospel.—1. Tim. i., 13. 
"As we, forgive them that trespass against us.”— 
Mat. vi., 15. 
By defaming our character.—Mat. v., 11. 
By embezzling our property.—Philemon 8. 
By abusing our person.—Acta vii., RQ. 
"And lead ue not into temptation, hut deliver us from 
evil."— M^t. xxvl., 41. 
Of overwhelming affliction.—Ps. e.xxx., 1. 
Of worldly enticements.—I. John ii., 15. 
Of Satan's devices.—I. Tim. vi., 10. 
Of sinful affections.—Rom. i.,26. 
“For Thine is the Kingdom, and the power, and the 
glory forever,"—Judo 25. 
Thy kingdom governs all.—Ps. ciii., 19. 
Thy power subdues all.—Phil., iii., 20. 
Thy glory is above all.—Ps. cxJviil., 13. 
"Amen."— Eph. i., 11. 
As it is in Thy purposes.—Jsa. xiv., 27. 
So it is In Thy promises.—II. Cor. i., 20. 
So be it in our prayers.—Rev. xxii.. 20. 
So shall i be to Thy praise.—Hev. xix., 4. 
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GEMS OF SERIOUS THOUGHT. 
It has been beautifully said that “ the vail 
which covers the face of futurity was woven by 
the hand of mercy." 
Violets do not open once a day and let out 
their prayer of perfume. They exhale all the 
while, at some times more than at others, but 
always more or less. 
The golden moments in the stream of life 
rush past, us, and Wc ee nothing but sand ; the 
angels come to visl t us, and we on ly know them 
when they are gone. 
Has it never occurred to us, when surround¬ 
ed by sorrows, that they may he sent to us only 
for our Instruction, as we darken the cages of 
birds when we wish to teach them to sing? 
Those born only once die twice—they die a 
temporal and they die an eternal deat h. But 
those who tire born twice die only once; or 
over t hem l he second death lias no power.—Jay. 
Life has snob hard conditions that every dear 
and precious gift, every rare virtue, every pleas¬ 
ant faculty, every genial endowment, love, 
hope, Joy, wit, sprightllness, benevolence, must 
sometimes bo put into the crucible to distil the 
one elixir—patience. 
We make our best use of this world when we 
regard it as the basis from which to survey the 
other. Without heaven, poetry could have no 
existence. The key note of the poetic is future 
perfection, and the heaven of the Christian is 
the highest perfection. 
Notiii.no more powerful argues a life beyond 
this than the fuilure of Ideals hero. Earth gives 
us only fragments of humanity, fragments of 
heart, fragments of mind, fragments or charity, 
love and virtue, and instead of being a world, Is 
only a handful of seeds out of which a full¬ 
blown world might grow, but lias not yet grown. 
We must never be discouraged. God’s power 
over human mind is as absolute as his power 
over nature. We must work and wait, believe 
and pray. And in due season we will reap if 
we faint not, Do not give up in despair now, 
Walt till the end of the harvest, and then we 
may be sure our sheaves wilt be by no means 
small or few. 
The nature of the good angels is a humble 
loving and kindly nature. An angel’s is a fine, 
tender, kind heart. As if we could And a man 
who had a bad heart sweet all through, and a 
gentle will; without sublety, yeC of sound 
reason; at once wise and simble. He who has 
seen such a heart, has colors wherewith he 
may picture to himself, what an angel is.— 
Martin Luther. 
The sun is full of heat and light, and it asks 
no questions as to how it shall do good, but is 
perpetually pouring cut its golden flood. The 
spring that sparkles at the foot of the hill is 
full; and asking leave of no one, is forever 
welling forth its sweet waters. So the Chris¬ 
tian, if only full or the love of God and man, 
and shedding around him benign influences as 
a natural result, cannot help doing good. 
