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them more tlian a glance or two, as they en¬ 
tered. The work went on again In its syste¬ 
matic way. Catharine did not look up; no 
one ever came to see her, and she did not care 
who it wm» some one on a tour of inspection 
through the dllfereni departments, most likely. 
Hut she became aware, all at once, by some 
subtle Influence, t hat some one was looking at 
her Intent ly, and looked up, she gave a litt le 
cry that was almost a sob. A sudden light 
made her eyes brighter t han they had been for 
a long time, and then died out., leaving her 
white, and cold ami faint. 
“KittieI" It was John Fenwick’s voice 
that spoke, in a glad, wondering way. It. was 
John Fknwh'k’s hand outstretched in wel¬ 
come. Bho took It, silently, and gave a swift 
glance into his face, as if hoping, and yet 
doubting. Everything that she saw there made 
Iter heart heal, strangely fast. 
_ “ Kitty, is it really yon, and here ?" he asked, 
as if hardly comprehending it all. “Haven’t 
you a kind word for a fellow who lias been 
gone so long?’* 
“ 1 am glad to see you, John." she said sim¬ 
ply, and then broke down in a sudden lit of 
weeping, and sobbed as a child might have done. 
John Fenwick's face was grave and tender 
as he bent dmvn and lifted her head from her 
desk. “1 have thought of you ail these years 
as one who war dead to me," ho said softly. 
“ llut, I have never forgotten you, never ceased 
to love you. Ah, IvrrriK, can it lie that you 
care for me a little yet V" 
“ I never Cilred for any one else," she said, 
brokenly. “I was wicked; I saw it all after¬ 
ward, when it was too late." 
“See here," he said, very gently, and she 
looked up and saw t he ring he had given her 
so long ago. "Shall I give it back to you ?” ho 
asked. “I have had a lonely life. If you would 
wear It, K ittii: J” 
She held out her hand, and there was a look 
of utter happiness In her face now. its weari¬ 
ness was all gone, lie slipped the yellow cir¬ 
clet on her linger, and thou and there, before 
the wondering eyes of the the many lookers 
on, bent, down and kissed her. 
And Sunlit Vkknon know then that there 
had been a romance in Miss Bayne's life, and 
felt that this was the best and happiest part of 
it all. 
-- 
AN OLD STORY NEWLY TOLD. 
“What station is this, Wilson ? " cried an old 
gentleman, looking out of the window. 
His servant, a denture-looking man in black, 
who hud just got out of a second-class railway 
carriage, touched his hat and replied : -“ I don’t 
know, sir; I’ll ask the guard. Yes, sir, Slough- 
ton Station, sir.” 
“There ought to be a board with a name on 
it,” cried the old gentleman, testily. " Guard, 
why isn't there a board to this station ? ’’ 
"Sothere is, sir, at the other end of the plat¬ 
form.” 
“Then why doesn’t the train atop whore 
people can read it? How am I to know when 
we get to Ptigboroueh, Wilson ?” 
“Weshan’t boat Ptigsborough for this hour, 
sir," cried the guard. “ Come, jump in, sir,"— 
to Wilson, who resumed his seat. The whistle 
sounded and the train went, on. 
At the very next station they eatno to the old 
gentleman put hi.< head out of the window 
again. “ Hi, Wilson I " 
Wilson jumped out of the carriage and came 
to his master and touched his hat once more. 
“ Ts this Pughorough, Wilson?” 
“ No, sir! This is Much-M unklon." 
“Now, take your seat,” cried the guard; for 
only one passenger had alighted and none had 
entered the train. 
At t he next station the same scene was re¬ 
peated. 
"Come, sir,” eried’tlie guard, who was tired 
of hearing tho old man’s voice, “don’t trouble 
yourself any more. “I'll be sure and lot you 
know when you come to l’ligborough.” 
“ Will you ?” cried the old gentleman, appar¬ 
ently much gratified. “Upon mv word, sir, 
you're very kind. I didn’t like to ask you, for 
I know how much you have to do." 
“It’s only my dooty, sir,” says the guard, 
shimming t o the door. 
“ Hi, guard V" cries the old gentleman. 
“ Yes, sir," replies the guard impatiently, 
returning to the carriage door. 
“ You’re unite sure, now! you’re quite sure, 
eh! you won’t forget me at Pughorough?" 
“Oh, no, sir," said the guard ; “ that’ll be all 
right.” 
“And Wilson where’s Wilson? Oh, here, 
Wilson; you won’t forget my box, Wilson, when 
we get to I’ngboroiigh ?" 
“No sir," says Wilson, scrambling into his 
seat once more. 
“ Troublesome old chap, that, said the guard, 
as he swung hiiusolf into his van. “I niusn’t 
forget him at Pugborougli. There’s no other 
passenger for there." 
How, Pughorough was one of those mysterious 
places that are marked witn a cross or dagger 
in “ Bradshaw,’’ and if you succeed in unearth¬ 
ing a corresponding dagger in some obscure 
corner of the page, you will And “Stops at Pug- 
bormigh to take up and sol down first-class 
London passengers only." 
Whether it was that, the guard, in his excess 
of anxiety to remember, had blunted his facul¬ 
ties, or that some .spiteful Puck had given Ida 
wits a bewildering shake, I know nut, but some¬ 
how it happened that the guard forgot to warn 
the engine-driver ; and when the man looked 
up from his parcels, he found, to his dismay, 
that the train was dashing along some half-mile 
past the litt le Pugborougli Station. 
To signal to the driver and put on the brake, 
was the work of an instant. Tim train was 
brought to a standstill and then slowly backed 
to the station, amidst, t he fierce denunciations 
of the through passengers. 
The guard hlmscir was much out of temper- 
angry with himself for his forgetfulness, angry 
with the old gent leman for having given him 
so much trouble. 
“Now, then!” lie shouted to the man-serv¬ 
ant. “Sharp! Look after your master's traps. 
Here you are, sir," he cried, opening t he first- 
class carriage. Here’s Pughorough. Now, sir, 
If you please!" 
The old gentleman was asleep, and couldn't 
be roused to a sense of the situation for .amic 
time. lie growled and grumbled. At hist fully 
roiised, he stared at the guard with lack-lustre 
eyes. 
“Pughorough? Is it Pugborougli? Thank 
you, guard; 1 remember. Where’s Wilson?— 
Wilson! Wilson I where’s my box?" 
“Never niinil your box, sir I’ll see to the 
luggage. Jump out, quick, please.” 
“Jump out!" cried the old gentleman, 
“Jump out! Why should I jump out? Who 
said anything about getting out ? ” 
“What!” cried tin guard, aggrieved to the 
very verge or desperat ion, “ Haven't you been 
bothering about Pugborougli ever since we left 
Huston? " 
“At your own request, guard," said the old 
gentleman, calmly, “ I entrusted you with the 
duty of warning me of my arrival at Pugbor- 
ougli. l should have preferred to leave the 
tusk to my servant.—Ah I here’s the box. 
Thank you, Wilson,” said the old gentleman, 
taking from Ids servant,’« hand a small pink 
box. 
“ The fact is," said the old gent leman, calmly 
opening the box, and looking benignly at the 
excited guard, “ that my daughter gave me the 
most particular injunctions. * Mind, papa,’ she 
said, ‘ bo sure you take a piJ! at Pugborougli.' " 
The old gentleman could never understand 
why the carriage dour was dashed r.o with such 
terrific violence, the whist lesounded with such 
a fiendish yell, and Wilson whirled Into his 
carriage without being permitted to take charge 
once more of Ids mast er's plll-box.— Clumber's 
Journal. 
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NEW PUBLICATIONS. 
I dll books announced in this Department can In- pro¬ 
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Woman’s Education and Woman's Henltli. 
Jiy <i isip.ui: K roll coni’. A. M„ amt Mrs. Anna 
M annino cosmuir, M. P. Syracuse; Thou. w. 
Hurston A Co, Lit',mo. pp. If.r, J 
Tub work lately written by Hr. EmvAltli II. 
Cbakkk of Boston, entitled “hex in Educa¬ 
tion," is taken up fearlessly and criticised 
boldly and wit hout favor. The refutation of 
some of Dr. Hr, aukK’ g peculiar theories seems 
lo have been made complete. A little loss irony 
of tone in discussing t he Doctor’s well-intend¬ 
ed essay perhaps would have displayed some¬ 
what bolter taste. Wo think wo can discover 
in this book the identical fault found by Its 
author with Dr. Clark k'k work ; that, there is 
much tearing down, but very little building up 
—many ways not to do It, and few ways to do 
it. .The work, however, is readable and well 
written, though somewhat, biased. On many 
points it is instructive, and it will make another 
link in the chain of discussion which has grown 
so popular of late, and which, we hope, will 
eventuate In a mild form of revolution in fe¬ 
male education. 
Views and Dcscriptioim of Burlington ii ml 
Missouri I Liver Railroad r.niiils. Burlliig- 
t"M, Iowa, ami Uimolri. Nell.; Issued by the l.an,I 
Department, of I lie above Padroni! Co. 
At its opening the publishers of this work 
say: “Tho prime object of this publication is 
to present truthful illustrations or that rich 
and baaiitimi section of country traversed by 
the Burlington mid Missouri Hlvcr Railroad, 
and to give, in connection with them, such re¬ 
liable information concerning the lands along 
the Burlington route, now offered for sale by 
this Company, as will satisfy all the inquiries 
which an intelligent person would make, in 
anticipation of removing thence to find his 
future home ami fortune." A nd well have they 
performed their work. Tho book Is elegantly 
gotten up, is filled with art istic engravings and 
contains much valuable Information ou the 
subject of which it treats. If more such books 
as this were published for t he benefit of those 
contemplating a removal to the far West, the 
settlement of that beautiful part of the coun¬ 
try would be much expedited. 
Washington, Ouiside and Inside.—By Gko* 
A LI U IJi Tow VSKXD, ’• G.Uh." Hartford. (Jour! 
uni) Chicago. UL: James Kelts & Co.; CiiiulunatL 
Onio: S. M. licit* <v Co. 
“Tim purpose of this book," writes the au¬ 
thor in his introductory chapter, “ is to make 
\\ nshington at t he present day visible to voters, 
so that they can lie guided in criticism upon 
abuses such as have been related,”-and he 
seems to have accomplished his self-imposed 
task with as much faithfulness and care as 
could be demanded. Indeed, those t wo quali¬ 
fications mark every part of the work, and ren¬ 
der it interesting to a degree seldom seen in 
books of the kind. It is the running commen¬ 
tary of an apparently unbiased man on every¬ 
body in 1 lie National Capital—good things are 
praised and humbugs get their full deserts. 
Not the least interesting chapter is that on the 
“NotableTown-Characters In Washington,” in 
which Is described, among others, t he irrepress¬ 
ible Bkau Hickman. It Is an octavo volume 
of CtlT pages, profusely illustrated, which should 
and doubtless will he largely circulated. 
Passages I com Hie Lite of Charles Knight ; 
An Autobiography, New York: u. I’. latuani’s 
Sons. 
It Is not so much what Knight did as what 
lie saw and hoard in the literary world of his 
time which makes this work interesting. To 
he told, In an easy, chatty style, of the doings 
and sayings of nearly all the prominent literary 
people of Great Britain, during tho last half 
century, seems almost like meeting them face 
to face. The number or his literary acquaint¬ 
ances, and Ids clear comprehension of their 
diversities of character and habit, is simply 
astonishing. The book scorns almost like a 
panorama, so quickly and so vividly do the pict¬ 
ures of men and events pass before the reader. 
Salmon I*. Clinsc; An Account of Ins Private 
Lite mid Public Services. Bv Koiikrt H. War¬ 
den. CltKliitmt); Wl.stack. Baldwin \ < ... 
Tins work, a large octavo of Nis pages,appears 
to contain very little private life and very much 
public services. As a compilation, it evinces 
an Immense amount of labor, Tho documents 
and letters, the greater part of which are pub¬ 
lished here fur t he first time, cannot fall to he 
of interest to all who are closely or even re¬ 
mote I y connected with National politics. The 
work, however, is labored In style and very 
heavy reading. It could hardly become a pop. 
ttlar work, though it must be valuable I'nr refer¬ 
ence. The frontispiece is an excellent .steel- 
plate portrait of the Chief Just ice. 
WATCHING AND WAITING. 
Kmi* Kennedy.—By Mrs. (’. J. Newer, Phitadol- 
J'l'iia: T. B. Peterson A Bros. | Paper. Svo.-pp. 
This is a novel a love story hut, fortunate¬ 
ly, a quiet arid modest one, ami not of the order 
“.sensational," as many of Mrs. Nkwiiy’s works 
are. The incidents, for or plot there is little, 
are Ingeniously blended together, and render 
It exceedingly interesting front beginning to 
end. Not filled with long and tedious descrip¬ 
tions, it is chiefly made up of dialogues which 
are natural, and carry the reader smoothly to 
tho end. Its contents are worthy of much bet¬ 
ter workmanship than its publishers have seen 
fit to give It. 
The Plnntev’s Da lighter. By Miss Kliza A, 
Dltpt v. PI iludelpidu: 'J'. 1!. Peterson ,<c Bros. 
| lOmo.—pp. 4t(i.l 
The “old, old story,"—love and hate, greed 
and poverty,—but told in a fresh and pleasant 
manner. Considering that our artificial state 
of societ y leaves little opportunity for original¬ 
ity, either in virtue or vice, it is no easy task, 
now-a-days, to write a novel that would be 
called original. Wethlnk this work is original, 
both in incident and grouping, and Mown who 
delight In novels generally will not fall to ap¬ 
prove this one. 
The Conscript. By Alexander Dumas. Phil¬ 
adelphia: T. B. Peterson & Brothers. [Iiimo.— 
pp. 41)0.] 
Tub name of the author is a sufficient guar¬ 
anty that the book is interesting, for of the 
millions (shall wc say?) of books written by 
him, none arc uninteresting. This one is, of 
course, of the French Frcnohybut no more 
so than the rest of litis prolific uitlhor’s works. 
Potter’s Complete llilile Encyclopedia. — By 
Bev. William Blackwood, D.D., Lb. D. rtui- 
nOcIphlu : John K. Potter & t'o. 
\Vk have received six more numbers of this 
valuable commentary, and they show no dfcni- 
nution of any of tho excellences pointed out in 
our first notice. 
\Ve have received from IIOM’AUD CllALLEN of 
Philadelphia a copy of his Trade Directory, the 
general appearance and workmanship of which 
reflects credit upon its publisher. It appears 
to contain the names and addresses of nearly 
all the business houses of the Quaker City, 
properly arranged und carefully classified. The 
material and press work of the book are so far 
ahead of others of its kind that one is attracted 
to it at once. 
SPARKS AND SPLINTERS. 
Too late for the fair—An old bachelor.] 
HOW to please a lady—let her do as she 
pleases. 
NViiat was Joan or Arc made of? She was 
Maid of Orleans. 
TubeB newspapers in Iowa are edited by 
ladies, and are as full of puffs as their dinner 
dresses. 
Another triumph for the female sex. A man 
has made his escape from a Georgia jail by the 
aid of a hair-pin. 
A femai.e bill-poster is doing an extensive 
business in New York. The sex are always 
good at running up bills. 
A teacher asked an advanced school-girl 
why beer in France was feminine. She replied 
that it was probably owing to the fact that tho 
boys like it so well. 
A Wyoming paper delicately announces that 
its charge fur marriage notices is “just what 
the ecstacy of the bridgroom may prompt." 
MY ROTA REED. 
I 
DEAR God, my heart’s unfailing Friend, 
In humble confidence I come to thee. 
And plead Thou wilt in mercy send 
The healing of the Comforter to me. 
Thou Great. Physician ! 
From this heart-sickness set me free. 
The night seems long, my Father; 
My waiting heart hath weary grown 
With watching for tho coming dawn, 
Till faith and hope are well-nigh Down : 
Preserver I—(Jon! 
Until the day, keep thou thine own. 
The dro’iry night betrays no sign 
Of morning breaking o'er my soul. 
But through its lengthened hours t lie gloom 
Of deepening shadows darkly roll. 
Please (Jon, 
Let morning light break o'er the whole. 
My longing eyes grow strangely dim, 
While joy imd gladness flee away: 
O, grant me the assurance sweet. 
That these dark hours precede the day ! 
Then, o, my (Jon! 
I still cun watch, and wait, und pray. 
But though no morning's cheering light 
Its bright, effulgence shed on me, 
Till in that day that bath no night 
The light of Heaven undimmed 1 see, 
Still, O, mv (Jon, 
My coming morn I'll leave to Thee. 
And, though thou slay, yet will 1 trust, 
And trust Thee more the more uiy need, 
Securely resting in the love 
That will not break the bruised reed. 
Kind (Inn t 
Be Thou my spirit’s strength indeed. 
-♦♦♦- 
SATANS OF TO-DAY. 
'I me Satans of the present day seldom appear 
in hoofs and horns. They disguise themselves 
an angels of light. When they tempt us, they 
seem to be inviting ns to some great and noble 
action. Satan sometimes conies as the angel 
Good-nature, and pretends to be very sympa¬ 
thizing and friendly. But this good-natured 
Satan may he our Worst foe. He allows ns to do 
wrong; he will not toll us the sharp truth wo 
need to hear. He allows tin to confirm all our 
b id habits by not honestly checking them in 
time. Then there is a fault-finding Satan, of 
the opposite sort, who makes men worse by 
perpetually pointing out defects, always show¬ 
ing us our sins, never our goodness, lie calls 
himself the angel of truthfulness, hut ho only 
tells half the truth. He discourages us, and 
destroys our hope. He sometimes ascends the 
pulpit, this gloomy Satan, and t rios to make ns 
believe I luit. God, the dear Father, ia as harsh 
and unrelenting as he is himself, lie talks, in 
awful tones, of the exceeding sinfulness of sin; 
he tries to show that we are totally depraved' 
with no good thing In us. lie Insist s that we 
hate God, and only deserve eternal damnation, 
lie calls tlila the gospel of good news, llut it 
i- not an air from heaven. It laa blast front hell. 
The words of J ostia are indeed often full of 
warning, they point out danger; but they are 
never gloomy. They never discourage. When 
this solemn Satan meets a sinner, he naysIt 
is a dreadful thing to fall into the hands of 
God. God Isa consuming fire." When Jesus 
meets tho sinner, he says, “Son, be of good 
cheer, thy sins are forgiven thee." Any gospel 
which discourages ns is “another gospelthe 
true gospel always brings gpod news, inspires 
hope, takes away anxiety, and so makes good¬ 
ness less difficult in making us happy.—J, F. 
Clarke. 
---- 
A BEAUTIFUL THOUGHT. 
God knows what keys in the human soul to 
touch in order to draw out its sweetest and most 
perfect harmonies. They may be the strains of 
sadness and sorrow; they may bo the loftier 
notes of joy and gladness. God knows where 
tho melodies Of mil tiro are. and what discipline 
will call them forth. Some with plaintive 
tongue must, walk among the lowly of life’s 
weary way; others in loftier paths, and hymn 
of nothing but Joy as t hoy tread the mountain 
tops of Uf«* but they all unite without discord 
or jar as the ascending anthem of love and 
believing heartfi finds its way into the chorus 
of the redeemed in heaven. 
-- 
Love of 1’hiupt.—T he knowledge of the love 
of (-lirlst is perfect peace. We sit down and let 
I his love breathe freely into us, and straightway 
all is calm. Each storm has gone to rest; each 
gust has died away. Love beyond all loves, in 
in greatness, In I'roeneBs, and In efficacy! Gifted 
with strange power of sout hing, and healing, 
and comforting! lie who has possession of 
this love has got hold or a hidden spell, mighty 
to charm away all heaviness of heart, all bitter¬ 
ness of soul. 
It is so little we spend in religion, and so 
very much upon ourselves; so little to the 
poor, and so without measure to make ourselves 
sick, that we seem to he in love with our own 
mischief, ami strive all the ways we can to 
make ourselves need more than nature intend¬ 
ed.— Jeremy Taylor. 
