WE CAN MAKE HOME HAPPY 
us to having forgotten the 4,"00 inhabitants of 
Nantucket. We go on the wharf and find our¬ 
selves in the midst of a motley assemblage of 
vehicles, each "one drawn by a single, sedate 
equine. Prominent among these was the square 
high box, into which one climbed from the rear, 
designed to shield ( lie inmates as much as pos¬ 
sible front tho cold winds of winter. Sometimes 
these wagons were gay with paint, and one, ire- 
member. had a yellow running part, red wheels 
and a blue box. 
We trust our lives to the care of a tail, lean 
wretch, who packs us away in tho rickety car¬ 
riage. Only one other ride shall 1 ever remem¬ 
ber so long. The streets are paved with round 
KITTY WARD’S RESOLUTION 
a “Squantum," otherwise a picnic, it. was a 
relief to get oil t.ho stony streets, even if our 
gallant stood could not. be forced out of a leis¬ 
urely walk through the deep sand. Thousands 
of small, yellow flowers grew on the broad com¬ 
mon through which roads led in every direc¬ 
tion, and sometimes the ground was covered 
with whole acres of a shining-leaved vino thick¬ 
ly set with bright red berries, somewhat like 
cranberries. We passed the groves of pines that 
have been planted to replace the forests de¬ 
stroyed long since by the colonists. It is nine 
miles across the island to Siasconsot; much of 
the time the sea is in sight, and all tho time 
Tnouou we may not change the cottage 
For a mansion tall and grand, 
Or exchange »little grass-plat 
For a boundless stretch of land— 
Yet there's something brighter, dearer, 
Than the wealth we’d thus command. 
For two years Kitty Ward had been earnest¬ 
ly striving to l)o good. She desired, beyond all 
things, to ho pure in heart, true In motive, 
single In purpose. Hut, the result did not satis¬ 
fy hor. To her very groat mortification she was 
forced to see that the real obstacle was self- 
love. Tho issue of all this was tho following 
insertion In her dairy:-” Absolved: With tho 
help of Heaven, I will seek to do good whore 
and in what degree I can, without any thought 
or hope of reward or return in any way.” 
Here a pleasant, voice from an ad iolning room 
called, “Kitty love!” 
“ Yea, dear mother,” returned the young girl. 
" ,l °ro aro two Invitations for you. Come for 
them.” 
Kitty opened one which ran as follows: 
: ~ Pa f^ "b yotir prettiest dresses, 
nod bilog them, with your sweet face, over to 
Wni’dlim-n I want to borrow you for a month 
ii i , al1 VOUJr supplies of merry 
smiles, bright looks and winning ways ; for the 
Marceauu Livingstons and Lees are here. Also 
niy dear bn* /)/<:»,, bring ull ynur’vvisdom; rot' 
fTrsa Major is coming on Hie last of the month. 
Ho cures for nothing earthly bul learning, and 
never opens his month to a lady save to growl. 
Perhaps 1 should explain. By t'rsa Major r 
mean Doctor Randall, I ho great Meant who, 
by the way, is likewise a great pant. I will send 
cue carriage to tho station for you. Good-by. 
Though we ha ve no means to purebaso 
Costly pictures, rich and rare— 
Though wo have no silken hangings 
For the walls so cold and bare— 
We can bang them o'er with garlands, 
For flowers bloom everywhere. 
We can always make home cheerful, 
It the right course we begin : 
We can make Us Inmates happy, 
And their truest blessings win ; 
It will make the small room brighter. 
If we let tho sunshine In. 
We can gather round the fireside 
When the evening hours arc long 
We can blend onr hearts and voices 
In a lmppy, social sung ; 
We can guide some erring brother, 
Lead hint irom the path of wrong. 
We may till our home with music. 
And with sunshine brimming o’er. 
If against all dark Intruders 
We will firmly close tho door— 
Yet, should evil shadows enter. 
We must love each other more. 
Thoro are treasures for the lowly 
Which the grandest fail to And i 
There is a chain of sweet affection 
Binding friends of kindred mind— 
We muy ruap the choicest blessings 
From the poorest lot assigned. 
THE LAUD OF REST 
inquired 
BY DOltE HAMILTON 
The “jumping-off” places of the earth are 
places of real rest to tlred-ont workers, and I 
only wish there were more of thorn where we 
could forget our weariness for awhile. This 
year I have gono a step further and seen the 
spot where people land after they jump. Of 
all quaint towns the quaintest—of all resting 
places tho most restful—and its name is Nan¬ 
tucket 1 
We sailed from Wood’s Hole on the steamer 
River Queen, formerly used by Lincoln on the 
Potomac as a dispatch boat. Tho room in 
which the preliminary negotiations took place 
for tho settlement of the late “ unpleasantness” 
has been left untouched during other repairs, 
and is an objeot of interest to most passengers. 
And what a sail that was! I have only to 
close my eyes aud I feel the fresh breeze blow¬ 
ing over the dancing waves. I see the brilliant 
-ky, the dazzling sun, tho wide expanse of blue 
with scores of sails, dark or bright, from the 
full-rigged sea-going craft to tiny yachts and 
schooners. With eyes still closed the land 
fades away; then wo begin to make out Mar¬ 
tha's Vineyard, and before wo reach the wharf 
wo hear the hand from the piazza of the. mam¬ 
moth hotel on the shore. Through the trees 
we catch glimpses of the big tents at the camp 
meeting, while all along theshore are charming 
little “cottages”—French roofed—with “every 
modern convenience" Inside, I make no doubt. 
I could liken them to nothing but rows of doll’s 
houses, and I wondered if the people wtio go In 
and out of the little dwellings, spending their 
days In dressing, riding, wulklng, bathing, etc., 
wore at all rested by the process. It seemed to 
mo they would have no leisure lort for the sea, 
and I have a fancy tbut she never tells hor se¬ 
crets to crowds. She must be gently entreated 
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I that glorious breeze sweeps across with healing 
| power in every breath. 
We found “ 'Sconaet” a surprise. Once a fish¬ 
ing village, ft is now more of a watering-place, 
for the rough cabins arc lot to visitors at. fabu¬ 
lously low rates. It 1» perched high above the 
surf-worn coast, with mere lanes dividing the 
rude dwellings, which are often ornamented 
with anchors, figure heads and other spoil 
broughtby tho devouring waves. Wo scrambled 
dowu the stairway ami chased the ocean a 
very little way, however—for, as the Autocrat 
hath it, “ Its huge flanks purr very pleasantly; 
but It wJJl crack your bones and eat you Tor nil 
that, and wipe the foam from its jaws as if 
nothing had happened.” 
From “ ’Suonset" wo drove along a cliff a hun¬ 
dred feet high, to see the San-ka-ti light-house. 
We climbed the dizzy spiral of stairs, and ninety 
feet above the ground wo stepped into the big 
lantern. Wo tried as hard as wo couLd to under¬ 
stand tho wonderful lamp with its three circu¬ 
lar wicks, arid its thick glass sides that revolve 
slowly and make a Hashing light, which can be 
seen forty milosout at sea. This southern shore 
la dangerous, and is not unfrcquently tho scene 
of a wreck. At intervals along the coast are 
huts built by the Massachusetts Humane So¬ 
ciety. 
As we ride buck to town, we pass a very 
unique cabin, inhabited for forty years past by 
a hermit-a very uninteresting class of beings 
if we are to judge thorn by this solitary of 
Quid nib. 
The town-crier—we cannot trust ourselves to 
sound his praises. Words cannot fully describe 
him, but we have fresh in mind his walk, his 
ring, and the cry ho cried the day before Grant 
visited the town. All the enthusiasm of this 
very sedate people was aroused and they re¬ 
ceived the President with as much fervor as 
they would evince Upon any other occasion— 
the men, women and children all “turning 
out.” The young men of Nantucket wore not 
cor does not our hosteas make us reel that wo 
are among friends In tho very first half hour? 
Hay by day a gentle stranger, with no earthly 
motive, looks after us and plans excursions for 
us, and takes us about in the most courteous 
and unobtrusive manner. F.vorybody seems 
anxious to contribute to our especial enjoy¬ 
ment. Will virtue have its own reward when I 
affirm that these good people were eminently 
successful in their kind efforts? 
The people speak of their town sadly, as tho 
Jews of the lost glory of Jerusalem. They are 
proud to tell of the golden days of Nantucket, 
when the whale fishery made her name renown¬ 
ed. how, when the summer visitors aro gone 
and communication with “America" Is broken 
off sometimes for days together, 1 often wonder 
what they do. I imagine they aro eminently 
social their manner of building lridieal.es an 
herding instinct. Most of the houses are built 
so near the street that there Is only room for 
the platform before the door, with steps leading 
down each way. The streets, save three orfour 
of the principal ones, are mere lanes paved 
its before described, and tho constant breeze 
never allow# the fine sand of tho roadside to 
find a more than temporary lodgment. Many of 
the houses have shingled sides ; even tho best 
church is thus shingled, and sometimes tho 
houses are painted light green. The chimney 
is usually in tho middle of the roof and around 
It is the “ walk”—a platform with a railing, 
from which one may look seawt rd. Somo of 
the walks extend along the whole ridge of the 
house. The interiors are likewise quaint and 
curious. Almost every hall has its ancient 
time-piece, aud every house its store ol' antique 
Lady Visitor— “My dear, is your mamma 
engaged?” Little Girl of the Period—“En¬ 
gaged ? Bless you, why she’s married.” 
