MOOBE’S BUBAL NEW-YOBKER. 
Radies’ foiftflolio. 
“0, WELL DO I REMEMBER.” 
BY ** GORDY." 
O, wei.l do 1 remember 
The time when first we met— 
The hour, the spot, the words we spoke, 
I never can forget. 
1 cannot tell what made them dear, 
They’re nothing to repeat,— 
Who that. Inhales a flower's perfume 
Can tell what makes it sweet? 
You plucked a d:tl*y from the sod, 
And twined it In my hair. 
Then asked a rosebud, from my wreath,— 
I gave it, then and there. 
Long months have passed; and since that time 
Another day's glad dawn, 
Has ope’d the buds and daisies 
Of Love's delightful morn. 
O, well do I remember 
All time, together spent— 
The kisses and caresses 
To our enjoyment lent. 
Hay we, tho' humble beings, 
Be blessed with unfading love; 
May God keep our souls united 
For that brighter world above. 
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THE CRUSADERS.-SUFFRAGE, ETC. 
Mark Twain (Mr. S. w. Clemens) the noted 
humorist, can write eloquently and sensibly on 
serious subjects, as the following article on 
the Womens' Temperance Movement, and Suf¬ 
frage, contributed to the London Standard, 
abundantly demonstrates. The Sentiments ex¬ 
pressed will receive wide indorsement. Listen: 
Would you consider the conduct of these 
crusaders justifiable. I do— thoroughly Justi¬ 
fiable. They find themselves voiceless in the 
making of the laws, and the election of officers 
to execute them. Born with brains, born inthe 
country, educated, haviug lar ;e interests at 
stake, they find their tongues tied and their 
hands fettered, while every ignorant, whisky- 
drinking, foreign-burn savage In the land may 
hold office, help to make the laws, degrade the 
dignity of the former, and break the latter at 
his own sweet will. They see their fathes-B, 
husbands, and brothers, sit Inactive at home, 
and allow the scum of the country to assemble 
at the '‘primaries," name the candidates for 
office from their own vile ranks, and, unre¬ 
buked, elect them. They live iu I he midst of a 
country where there is no end to the laws, and 
no beginning to the execution of them. And 
when the laws intended to protect their sons 
from Intemperance, tie torpid and without 
sign of life, year after year, they recognize that 
there is a matter that Interests them person¬ 
ally—a matter which comes straight home to 
them. And since they are allowed to lift no 
legal voice against the outrageous state of 
things they suffer under In ihU regard, I think 
it Is no wonder that their patience has broken 
down at last, and they have tried to persuade 
themselves that they are justifiable In breaking 
the law of tresspass, when tne laws that should 
make the tresspass needless are allowed by the 
voters to lie dead and Inoperative. 
The present Crusade will, doubtless, do but 
little work against intemperance that will be 
really permanent; but It will do what Is as 
much, or even more, to the purpose, I flunk. 
I think it will mgge it to more than one man 
that if women could vote they would vote on 
the side of morality, even if they did vote and 
speak rather frantically and furiously; audit 
will also suggest that when the women once 
made up their minds that it was not good to 
have the all-powerful “ primaries ” in the hands 
of loafers, thieves, and pernicious little politi¬ 
cians, they would not git indolently nt home, 
a 9 their husbands and brothers do now, but 
would hoist their praying banners, take the 
field In force, pray the assembled political scum 
back to the holes and slums where they belong, 
and set some candidates fit tor human beings 
to vote for. I dearly want the women to be 
raised to the political altitude of the negro, 
the imported savage, and the pardoned thief, 
and allowed to vote. It is our last chance, I 
think. Tire women will be voting before long; 
and then if a 11. F. Butler can still continue to 
lord it in Congress; if the highest offices in the 
land can still continue to be occupied by per¬ 
jurers and robbers; if another Congress, like 
the forty-second, consisting of fifteen honest 
men and two hundred and ninety-six of the 
other kind, can once more be created, It will 
at least be time, I fear, to give over trying to 
save the country by human beings, and appeal 
to Providence, Both the great parties have 
failed. I wish we might have a woman’s party 
now, aod see how that would work. I feel per¬ 
suaded that, iu extending the suffrage to wo¬ 
men, this country could lose nothing, and 
might gain a great deal. For thirty centuries 
history has been iterating and reiterating that, 
In a moral fight, woman is Blmply dauntless ; 
and we all know, even with our eyes shut upon 
Congress and our voters, that, from the day 
that Adam ate of the apple and told on Eve, 
down to the present day, man, in a moral fight, 
has pretty uniformly shown himself to be an 
arrant coward. 
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A woman’s courage (lows deeper than a mans. 
His springs from the will, hers from the heart. 
OUR HOUSEHOLD GODS. 
We all have our household gods, whether or 
not we recognize I ho fact; and we all pay them 
homage In a fashion of our own- gods of asso¬ 
ciation, of harmony, of fancy, of long-expected 
realization. These supernatural visitors hide 
unsuspected tu many a shabby place and cor¬ 
ner. Some are vlslole only to certain people 
and at certain times; others, again, disclose 
their secret to nfiy who have the gift to recog¬ 
nize their divinity; and I, for my part, honestly 
believe that nothing exists which may not be 
made mote worthy by their touch, and none of 
us that may tint benefit by recognizing their 
existence In our daily lire. What god from 
Parnassus has laid liis hand upon those shabby 
garret walls, upon tho torn curtain hanging 
from the pole, tho broken Jar standing In the 
sunshine, with its sprouting balsam plant? 
Tiie curtain Is weather-seamed and stained by 
wet: tho Jar is cracked, the wall Is smoked; 
but the blue serenity of the sky outside shows 
beyond the balsam pot and the ragged curtain ; 
some mysterious harmony lit those shabby 
russet tones is melting to tranquility upon the 
gray ; the faded blue of the drapery Is falling 
into shadow, the bright culminating dash of 
the flower Humes a life into it all. Art 3eems 
to be a sort of soul to life that roaches us, and 
uplifts with a strange yet gentle might of in¬ 
spiration, I could imagine that a real and 
mighty work of art might even share in that 
same life which belongs to natural things— 
brightening and changing Iron day to day; 
lading and dimming sometimes, and then again 
behold it recreated for us, and standing as in a 
shrine, supreme and triumphant and revealed. 
So, not long ago. was she of Milo revealed. 
Suddenly, and Tor one instant, she seemed to 
thrill with a divine and mighty lire; not life 
such as ours, struggling tor something—it 
knows not what or clinging to definite things, 
passionately apprehending for one moment 
and forgetting tho next. This was something 
beyond absolute, dominant and solf-sutflcing 
—that seemed to thrill with the sound of some 
Taint Olympian music, stirring, not ra effort, 
but to an existence more complete and more 
supreme. 
And it is no small tiling to learn from others 
to like that which is to be liked—to see the 
golden radiance of the gods where It falls, up¬ 
on tire head Of a goddess or the fringe of a gar¬ 
ment; nor shall we live our own lives the Iobs 
completely for such warmth and revivification. 
—The Cornhill Magazine. 
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ONE LOVE MARRIAGE. 
Heading for tho §oiutg. 
MY MOTHER. 
[THE following U sent to the Run AI. as the writing 
amt production of a little boy now in hla thirteenth 
year. -I'd.) 
Who gave me, Iu iuy early youth, 
Lessons of love und words of tralli ? 
Who taught mo that I should fulfill 
And reverence my pjrents’ will ? 
My Mother. 
WliO tended me with watchful care, 
And warned me of the danger near ? 
Who turned mo from the willful way, 
And taught me what was right to say I 
My Mother. 
Who taught me all of GOD'S command ? 
Who told me of that holy land 
Where angels In eternal rest 
Arc holy, lovely and most blessed ? 
My Mother. 
Who, when a scolding I deserve, 
Reproves me with a gentle nerve i 
Who tells me, in her gentle way, 
" When l command you should obey 
My Mother. i. d. 
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LETTERS FROM BOYS AND GIRLS. 
he enjoyed seeing us hate to see our dear little 
pony leave. Now I must close. 1 hope you 
will think this worth printing. I will do bettor 
next time.— Cahhie, Woodbine Cottage, Minx. 
Marryino for love is not always unlucky, or 
Indiscreet, either. When Marshal Ba/.aiue was 
In Mexico, and at the bight of his fame, he fell 
In love with tho beautiful and gentle, but pen¬ 
niless, Senorita Pena y Pena, whose only pos¬ 
sessions were her own charms and virtues, and 
a historic hereditament that had descended 
from her grandfather, a former President of the 
Republic. At tlie time of the marriage, the 
young lady was deemed to have made a great 
catch in a husband so wealthy and famous. 
But, In the general chapter of vicissitudes, 
time brings some curious changes, as it has 
done in this case. Misfortune checkered the 
earner ol the whilom condescending lover, and 
penury and degradation followed affluence and 
dignity. The affairs of thy loving pair were at 
their lowest ebb; but just at this juncture—so 
the genius of romance fixed it, to give an or¬ 
thodox denouement to this love story iu actual 
ilfe—the aunt of Madame Bazalue dies and be¬ 
queaths to her untold wealth ; and now the 
ere while dejected, wife of the fallen Marshal 
may again lift up her head among the proud¬ 
est. Such is life. 
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PER30NAL INFLUENCE. 
Upon the higher Alps the snow is sometimes 
piled so high, and so evenly balanced, that a 
crack of a whip or the shout of a voice may 
give sufficient vibration to the air to bring 
down the whole mass upon the travelers below. 
So In our moral world there are sculls just hov¬ 
ering over the abysB of ruin ; a word or even a 
look from us may cause them to plunge down 
into the depths from which there is no return; 
or a helping hand Btretched out to them In the 
moment of peril may lead them back to the 
safe, sure paths ol virtue and peace. 
Knowing that we have such power, shall we 
not humbly pray: “ Lead us not into tempta¬ 
tion, but deliver us from evil? ” 
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Female Students.— TheMichigau University 
College paper is conducted by masculine stu¬ 
dents, we believe, and they make very gallant 
allusions to their feminine competitors: 
—»* They .'pertinaciously keep their health and 
strength io a way that Is aggravating, and they 
persist in evincing an ability for close and con¬ 
tinued mental labor which, to the ordinary 
estimator of women's brain-power, seems like 
pure willfulness.’’ 
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Woe to the man who has everything brought 
tu him; and blessed are they who are born un¬ 
der adverse circumstances and have no chance 
in life, and who. Instead of whining because 
they have no chance, develop an inward man¬ 
hood that gives them a chance—for there is 
that In ainan which dominates over chance, 
time and nature. A mart can make himself 
sovereign if lie has but the purpose.. 
A Cood Letter from “ Young Naturalist.” 
- Dear Cousins;— It is a long time since I have 
intruded into your social circle—almost a year, 
I believe. During that time 1 have added to 
myciibinet overone thousand specimens. One 
day tlda spring, while passing near a stone 
quarry, a peculiar-looking stone attracted my 
attention ; l carried ir home and broke it open, 
and Inside of it were Imbedded ll\« long,straight 
-.hells, each divided into many chambers. The 
shelly walls dividing tlieso cells, together with 
the whole interior, were lined with beautiful 
crystals of quart/, and milk-white spar, while in 
one specimen these were replaced by minute 
iron pyrites. - How beautiful the spring 
seems t it has been very bashful here, ’tla true, 
but now it- suddenly conics upon us with almijpt 
tho heatof summer.. Yesterday I found a great 
beetle out in the Held. The body whs black, 
with pretty, golden spots down its back. I 
brought It to the bouse and put it under a glass 
to watch it; tills morning I gave it some chlo¬ 
roform and placed it in my cabinet. I am con¬ 
tinually meeting beetles and other insects, now 
the warm weather has begun.-Did any of 
my Little cousins ever build places for the birds 
to live. Almost every spring 1 colled u few old 
oyster kegs, and, first tacking the hoops on so 
that exposure to the weather will not affect 
them, fasten them to the sides of the buildings, 
or In some place beyond the roach of cats, and 
tn a short time they are taken possession of by 
the wrens, bluebirds or swallows, all of which 
will choose some such place in preference to 
any other. I place the kegs near the house 
(there is one each side of the door), and the 
birds Boon become so tame as not to feat the 
near approach of any one. It is an excellent 
opportunity to study their habits and observe 
the many curious customs of bird-life. In uu 
old apple tree near here, is a hole, extending 
far into the trunk of the tree, so sheltered from 
observation by the bark as to almost hide it 
from view, and in this quaint little recess a 
pair of wrens cac.lt year take up their abode, 
upholstering their sylvan retreat with a lining 
of broken twigs, strings and whatever chance 
throws In their way, while over all this Is laid a 
a covering of downy feathers.-1 asked once 
iu the Rural for correspondents, and I would 
like to again. Then I wanted those solely en¬ 
gaged in the study of natural history, but now 
I want to hear from some of the older Young 
RuralLsts, whu are not naturalists, as well as 
from those that are; and I promise not to give 
them a lecture on “bugs” or stones unless 
they wish It. And I would like wry much to 
correspond with some who are interested In 
geology, and who live In the Southern or West¬ 
ern States, or the Territories. I fear 1 have 
tasked the Editor’s patience already, so, bid¬ 
ding you a kind farewell, I will withdraw and 
give place for those welcome letters that appear 
iu our cousinly column. -Young Naturalist, 
Box 344, Siicncerport, X. 1'. 
From a Western New York Ctrl. 
Dear Mr. Editor ; 1 have written for tho 
Boys' and Girls' Column twice before this, and 
as the letters become more and more interest¬ 
ing 1 will try again, hoping to make mine us 
much so as possible. My father has taken your 
valuable paper for twenty years, and since 1 
have been old enough to appreciate it 1 have 
always considered it us a weekly visitor. lain 
not in school now, for It is vacation, so you see 
I have a good deal of leisure time. I spend 
most of my time with my music and drawing, 
because 1 like them beat, I have finished my 
lessons In penciling and am taking lessons In 
crayoning. I have just finished a large picture 
drawn in crayon, entitled “ Crisis In Court¬ 
ship.” The Iasi, piece of music that 1 have 
learned is a selection from the Opera Bouft'e, 
entitled “ Ciixptno c la Comare," containing 
seven pages. Mr. Editor, I, for one, should like 
the Boys’ and GIris’ Column a great deal better 
If they would sign their whole name, instead of 
a part of the name or a fictitious one, as Dew 
Drop, Fort U. Lacca and others. I know my 
letter Is not as good us many others, but I ain 
not afraid to sign my whole name, and I am 
sure they ought not to be. Fearing I will tire 
you with too long a letter, I will bring it to a 
close. Annie Mwssei.man, Lyons, N. V. 
From a Canada Ctrl. 
Dear Mr. EDITORt—i live on a farm In 
Canada, about thirty nodes below the city of 
Ottawa. We used to live in New York State, 
but I like Canada very well, especially living on 
u farm. I have a nice red cow, ten hens, and a 
puppy that 1 call “Saticho." My father has 
taken the Rural for lour years, and i like to 
read all the letters from tho girls and boys, and 
I would like to be one of the It URAL’S girls too. 
Can any of the children tell me about the care 
of Guinea pigs, us 1 would like to get some — 
Alice A., Springtide Farm, Wend over. Old., 
Canada. 
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TAKING CARE OF LITTLE SISTER. 
From a Mississippi Ctrl. 
Dear Mr. Editor:— I always look forward 
to your paper with great, pleasure, as there are 
always iu it so many useful things that a farm¬ 
er’s daughter ought to know. I live on a farm, 
and we have a great many chickens, turkeys 
and ducks. I have a hen of my own that ma 
gave mo, and I have a little dog. She U so 
pretty and active; her name la “Trip.” O, yes, 
l have a little calf, too, that ma gave me, und 
her name la “ Daisy.” Pa has three mules, and 
sometimes we take a nice ride In our buggy or 
carriage. We once had a little pony named 
“Buck." He was as gentle as a Iamb, and his 
tail swept the ground. We took many a nice 
ride on him, but at last, unfortunately, one of 
our mules almost killed him. Ma told us chil- 
dred that if we could cure him we might have 
him. We have a very large pool, and every 
night he would almost get tn It; he could not 
stand up, and would slide down the hill; but 
at laBt a negro boy lifted him up for me and he 
vvas gettiug well fast, but pa said that he would 
never be of any use, so he gave him to an old 
negro that lived on the place. I have said 
enough about the pony. The negro looked like 
[see Picture on Page 101.) 
Nut far from my home lives a little boy, whose 
whole time seems to be taken up In tending a 
baby. It is a tiresome, cross k ind of u baby, but 
this little follow never seems to be weary of 
drawing her about, carrying her, and talking to 
her. However trying and fretful baby may be, 
her brother seems to lake all as a matter of 
course; and 1 have never heard a cross or im¬ 
patient word from him to the younger child, 
whom ! cannot help thinking rather a little 
tyrant. He isa homely boy, wears poor clothes, 
and Is sometimes rather ragged and dirty; buL 
he must certainly have a great stock of good 
temper. The other day, for the first time, f 
stopped and spoke to him. “ Are you never 
tired of minding the baby?” 1 asked. 
He looked up Into my face with a smile that 
made his plain face almost beautiful. “Oh, no, 
ma’am,” he said ; “she’s my little sister.” 
®lie Ipuzidfr. 
We are always glad 
for thin Department. 
to receive contributions 
RIDDLE-No. 1. 
We are lit l ie, humble creatures, 
All of different form and features ; 
Few in number, not a score 
Only nine and nothing more. 
Yet our various forms ami faces 
You have seen in numerous places; 
We have been throughout the ages 
Closest friend of all the suges. 
For the mountains high we measure ; 
We can count tho hoarded treasure ; 
We can calculate the spaces 
’Twist the planets In their places. 
We can span the Ocean wide. 
Tell the space from aide to side ; 
Tell the length of winding stream, 
Count the glittering gems that gleam. 
Nought so puzzling but we know it, 
And, In proper hands will show it. 
We are Science’s silent friend?, 
Humbly helping to Its ends; 
Though the sages all adore us 
Yet the schoolboy quails before us, 
And the dunce our presence’s rueing. 
For iie knows that trouble’s brewing. 
We are friends If right you use us, 
Or are foes If you abuse us. 
Mrs. L. E. K. T. 
Answer next week. 
MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA. No. 12. 
I am composed of 33 letters: 
My 10, 23, 1, 12, 10 is a useful animal. 
My 3, 31, lfl, It, 13, 9,31 Is becoming in a lady. 
My 23, 33, 13, 32, 11, 8 is a vegetable. 
My 30, 2B, 1 we cannot live without. 
My 33,13, 34,35 is water. 
M y 31), 28,5, 7 la worth more than money. 
My 20, 27, 27, 32,3» la a kind or fruit. 
Mv 15, 20,13, 1 Is a wild animal. 
My 14,13,17, 18 is a city In Maine. 
My 12.13, 1,8, 20,30 is a girl’s name. 
My whole is one of the ten commandments. 
Nellie Tavlor. 
8yp“ Answer next week. 
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PUZZLER ANSWERS-June 6. 
Cross-word Enigma No. 8.—Tobacco. 
