them to the last; and I’ve nothing to leave 
them. O, Its hard I” 
“ Don't fear, Hugh, I have enough for all, and 
will take care of them.” 
“ (Ion hles.s you, 11 ester! You were always 
a good friend to me. Tell Alice that I loved 
her loved ." And with the going down of 
the harvest moon Hugh's life went out. 
A little longer Hester remained and then 
took up her way North. The farm was still let, 
but the old red farm house was empty. To It 
she brought Alice and I ho little ones and 
began her “winter of content." If little liuon, 
who was his father’s Image, was favored above 
his sisters, who can blame her? Had not she 
carried that Image very long In her deepest 
heart? 
One bright spring day Hester found her way 
to the attic and the old chest, rumaging there 
brought out the loug-forgotten book, me¬ 
chanically sho opened It and her eyes fell upon 
the words, “God sometime* lifts a soul to the 
f ill measure of he endeavors," and then came 
back, the memory of that day when ebo had 
gone down 6tairs strong to find her “ work," 
and Oon had taken her at, her word and by 
"any kutIHoo- any toll,” had counted her 
worthy to be one of the “ world's earnest work¬ 
ers.” Bumothlng of this forced itself into the 
woman's soul as she reviewed the way sho bad 
come, but the full revelation of Its nobility 
must wait for the unfolding by the angels. 
There are souls that are laying away very sweet 
surprises for themselves. 
“Aunt Hessf.r, Auntie," piped a shrill voice, 
and small foot pattered up the stairway— 
“Mamma wants to know if you’re going to make 
soap to-day?" and with a smile that was half a 
sigh, Hf.steu put away the hook and was led 
by tiny hands down the stairs. 
for the heart was light; but the thousands were 
slower in coming than at the very first. So ho 
betook himself to the cities, first one, then 
another; now driving a party of tourists over 
the rocky passes ; (how much ho learned from 
them I) Again he had a loaded mule train in 
j charge; now, again In the mines. One, two, 
throe years passed ; the fortune was very slow 
In coming; but Daisy's letters came more 
frequently. Great-Heart was satisfied ; a few 
more years and ho would be able to make the 
little farm-house a palace In reality. 
One, two, three more years. The mother 
wrote once in a while now: Daisy was not 
well; she had been away to school; sho had 
taught several terms since ho went away. 
Again, did he know next month, the tenth, was 
Daisy's birth-day? (Yes, as well as bo kncw r 
his own). Now sho was visiting friends ; again, 
she was at home. And byallthiaGicisAT-HsAKT 
knew that Daisy was waiting. One, two, three 
more years; taow^long had it bocn since that 
first morning ho went away? Twenty years; 
and gray hairs were Just beginning to creep in 
amongst bis dark locks. And Daist? A daisy 
forty years old! But tbo fortune was made 
large enough so long as Daisy was his own- 
largo enough to surround her with every com¬ 
fort and many luxuries. 
And now what does Daisy say to the strong 
man standing beside her, as ho »*ks the ques¬ 
tion which twenty years ago, when a beardless 
youth, ho had the courage to soy he should ask 
some time? “Daisy," he says (and she Is as 
lovely in his cyea as sho appearod on that 
morning so long ago) “my time has come; 
what answer?” 
“ What but the answer you always expected ?” 
she returns, smiling. “Harry,” (that was 
Grkat-Hkart’s real name) she added, “(he 
first ten years of your absence I wronged you 
deeply ; I would not even answer vour letters.” 
“ I know." returns Harry, briefly ; “ but the 
last ton years have righted the first. Where 
shall wegoon our wedding tour ?" 
“To the sea; then will one life-long wl3li bo 
gratified." They depart with the mother's 
b leas! ns- 
Moral t—I do not find any. P.eople do not 
w rite stories with morals now-s-days. In real 
life It Is better to marry young, buildup a home 
and roar children. Great-Heart and Daisy 
have but a few years to look forward to; but 
that future gives them promise of a serene and 
beautiful old ago. 
Ah me I so many who have borne the heat 
and burden of the day, so many who have 
reared children, have not tine to comfort them 
when the weary days come. 
Church, originally compiled and published on 
a small scale for a worthy purpose, we relented. 
And on examining the work, we found it to 
contain a large variety of excellent recipes— 
mainly practical, economical and good. In 
most instances the recipes are accompanied by 
the names of the ladies furnishing them, and 
hence are more authoritative than if anony¬ 
mous. When wc publish the Rural Cook Book, 
comprising a selection from the Recipes, Ac., 
given In the Rural New-Yorker during the 
past quarter of a century, we presume it will 
excel all original or compiled works on the 
subject,—but as the period of Us appearance 
may be distant we meantime commend the 
Presbyterian to the housewives of all aud no 
denominations. 
BY ELEANOR BURR. 
A little more sorrow, 
A little more pain. 
Much more of loss 
I ween, than gain,— 
Thus have I read the less, n this day 
Hath striven to teach me. und departed the way 
Departed the nay 
In which Holiness leads,— 
Plucked from Die flowers— 
Kiting ’UKusg the weeds— 
Drifted and stranded on shores that are bleak. 
Losing all courage, growing so weak ! 
Dear Lord. Pm but driftwood 
Fit for the Are— 
The humblest of servants 
Dependent on hire; 
Lift mo once more on feet that are swift 
To run well and bravely—for, Lord, ’tls a gift. 
The highways of life. 
Oft stony and steep,— 
The byways of life. 
That few care to seek.— 
-And grant that at last, these devious paths trod, 
Angels shall welcome me Home to my God 1 
THE BEAUTY OF HOLINESS,” 
GREAT HEART AND HIS DAISY, 
Sowed by the Wind : or. The Poor Roy’s Fo<-. 
rime. »y Kluah kkllogo, Author of ’'Kim 
Islund t-toner. “ Pleasant Cove s-tones’’ “Tlio 
Whispering Pine Seriee,” Etc. lllust’d. [Kmo. 
—pp. dJ2.J Boston : Leo & Shepard. 
This work, by a popular and instructive 
writer for the young, t« the first of six of sim¬ 
ilar character to be known ns “Tbo Forest 
Gicn Series," each of which will bo complete 
in Itself. The story in well told, and will prove 
entertaining, instructive and encouraging to 
those for whom It Is designed. It counsels en¬ 
durance, stimulates to effort and trust in Goo, 
and shows how properly Is prized when hardly 
won. The book is worthy of its tasteful pub¬ 
lishers, being admirable in typography, illus¬ 
trations, etc. 
Stnvtfusr Out,-A Story of t.ho Ohio Hills. By 
Alkx. CLARK, author of “The Gospel in the 
Tree?. The Oldibig School -nou#y,” “School 
Dlsloe i.-v ' Etc. Illustrated. [lGitio.-pp. 
219-1 Philadelphia: j, B. Llppinoott A Co. * 
Hkrk is another excellent moral story for 
the rising (and even the risen) generation, by 
an accomplished and popular writer for young 
people. The author says that “ the main thtng^ 
in such a probationary life as this, is to receive 
correct impressions at fin t, to start right from 
home and school Info the great outer world, 
and, by both eyesight and faith, to press for¬ 
ward in direct lines of work toward the re¬ 
wards of time aud eternity" — and “Starting 
Out" admirably portrays and exemplifies the 
sentiment bo well expressed. Indeed, the 
story is charmingly told, is beautifully illus¬ 
trated, and issued in a style creditable to its 
already famous publishers. 
nr KENNETH DUNN 
Great-Heart fell in love with a daisy. He 
was only great as to his heart, for he bad neither 
family, fortune, nor friends. Ho was man of all 
work on the small farm that supported Daisy 
and her mother; I say man, for though he was 
only a boy he did the work of a man. The 
three wero soalcd at, breakfast one morning. 
Now you must, not think that Daisy and her 
mother were of plebian blood because the t hree 
took their meals together, and took them In 
the kitchen. The little house was too small 
for them to do otherwise, but the distance be¬ 
tween the head and the foot of the table was 
very great. You know if a real princess live In 
a hovel, it becomes a palace at once. 
Daisy and iter mother were of gentle blood 
and breeding. This particular morning Great- 
Heart said: “I must go away; I am going 
away to make my fortune, because I want to 
marry Daisy." 
Daisy and her mother both started, but they 
were gentle. I told you so, they only said, both 
In one breath—“ What shall WC do?—but per¬ 
haps It will be best.” 
“ Oh, as to that,” said Great-Heart, “ 1 will 
bring a better man than I am to take my place, 
and day after to-morrow I will be gone." 
Daisy and her mother would have beon very 
sorry to lose Great-Heart on any other ac¬ 
count, but because of the words he had spoken 
they were glad tu have him go. “He will for¬ 
get us soon enough.” the mother said reassur¬ 
ingly to Daisy. 
Great-Heart was going to the mines, be 
said on the morning he went away. He should 
uiakBhls fortune in a few years, then he was 
coming back—not so much as venturing a look 
at Daisy. He did not bid them good-by be¬ 
cause he w as coming back. It was his twenty- 
first birth-day. 
Now. if I possessed tbo pen of a certain 
famous writer l might give you a vivid picture 
of Great-Heart's life in the mines. I forgot 
to tell you there was no taint In the blood that 
ran in bis veins; It was pure as Daisy's, and 
much stronger. I cannot tell you much of his 
life in the mines; but I know that he toiled 
hard, was sick, and tried and tempted, but 
came out of It ail st ronger than ever. He made 
a small fortune, and just as he was about start¬ 
ing home he lost it all. It was bard, yet he 
went to work again; but it was slower work 
than before. With the first thousand be found 
in bis possession he started for home; he 
needed a change. He appeared suddenly to 
Daisy and her mother, as they sat at the break¬ 
fast table, just as he had left, them. They re¬ 
ceived him kiudb', inquired after his welfare, 
and assured him tbo farm was doingwell in the 
hands or his successor: and finally Inquired If 
he had brought bis family with him.. 
“I have no family; I am working for my 
wife, you know; but I cannot take her yet be¬ 
cause 1 have not made my fortune." Then, 
seeing the look of alarm on Daisy’s face, he 
added quickly: “1 shall go back again next 
weok." 
The week was so short how could the gentle 
Daisy do otherwise than make it pleasant for 
Great-Heart? When be went away she even 
promised to write to him occasionally; he was 
so unlike any man she ever knew, so honest, 
and earnest, and noble. 
Ah, the beginnlgs of love I Grbat-Heart 
had great eyes now ; he saw and understood ; 
he felt his daisy was as safe as if be carried it 
In bis bosom. Ho took as many books with 
him as he conveniently could when he went 
bank. And now to work with head and hand, 
THE OLD 8T0EY AGAIN 
The story of the frugal wife who trades her 
husband’s pantaloons for china, to find that lie 
had left a well-filled pocket-book in one of 
the pockets. Is not a new one, but Hudson fur¬ 
nishes a case with au unusual ending. The 
wife of a well-known grocer there made such 
a sale in July last, and learned, when she in¬ 
formed her husband of her “bargain," that the 
pantaloons contained a wallet in which were 
notes to the amount of $1,500 and other valua¬ 
ble papers. No clue to the peddler was ob¬ 
tained until a few days ago, when a citizen who 
had heard the story recognized the second¬ 
hand vender in the street. He was taken to 
the grocer, tu whom he at once acknowledged 
that be had found a pocket-book in his pur¬ 
chased clothing upon arriving home, but had 
no knowledge of the owner. He said that the 
papers were safe and would be returned if the 
owner would send a man with him to Albany, 
where he resided. This request was complied 
with, and the papers are again in possession of 
the owner. 
The H'-i<le of JLijmilii’imo or. itnd The Fair 
Jlaid <>t Perth. By Nr ’WAITER SCOTT. 
We have received pamphlet copies of these 
works from T. B. Peterson & Bros, of Phila¬ 
delphia. SCOTT s Works are always good, and 
many of them historically instructive. The 
“Cheap Edition for the Million,“ now being 
Issued by the Petersons, will find many read¬ 
ers,-yet tli© fine print will deprive not a few 
from deriving pleasure In their perusal. 
The Galaxy for February is already issued, 
and presents an exNjllent table of contents,— 
opening with a new story, entitled " Doar Lady 
Disdain," by Justin McCarthy, a favorite 
LITTLE GEAVE8, 
Sacred places for pure thoughts and holy 
meditations are the little graves in the church¬ 
yard. They are the depositories of the mother's 
Ewectest joy, hulf-unfolded buds of innocence, 
humanity nipped by the first frost cf time, ere 
yet a canker worm of corruption has nestled 
among Uc embryo petals. Callous indeed, must 
be the heart of him who can stand by a little 
grave-side and not have the holiest emotions 
of the soul awakened to thoughts of purity and 
joy which belong alone to God and Heaven, for 
the mute preacher at his feet tells or lives begun 
and ended without stain ; and surely if this he 
vouchsafed to mortality, how much purer and 
holier must be tbo spiritual land, eni-ghtened 
by the sun of infinite goodness, whence ema¬ 
nated the soul of that brief sojourner among 
us? How swells the heart of the parent with 
mournful joy while standing by the earth-bed 
of lost little ones 1 Mournful, because a sweet 
treasure has been taken away—joyful, because 
that precious jewel glitters in the diadem of 
the Redeemer. 
NEW PUBLICATIONS. 
Caleb Krlnkle:— A Story of American Life. Bv 
Charles Carleto.y Coffin—* Carletou’’-au¬ 
thor Of "Winning hi# Wav,” “Onr New Way 
Round tbo World.” “ Mv Diiys and Night* in the 
Bmtle-Fleld.” Etc. P2mo.—pp, SOP.] Boston: 
I.ec & Shepard.—New York: Lee, Shepard & Dil- 
UngbAm. 
Truly, this is “A Story of American Life,” 
and aa It commences one hundred years ago 
there is “ample room and verge enough " for 
amplification, as time, circumstance and events 
furnish history as well as romauoe. A critical 
friendSwho baa carefully perused this book pro¬ 
nounces a favorable verdict, maintaining that __ 
the author has sustained his reputation and Hugh A, Clarke 
acquitted himself creditably. Upon this opln- P a ”es.] 
ion we can, without the time for such exami- A r ’ rnn J J.- Bar 
nation as we purpose to give it in future, com- ration of Writing ’ 
mend the volume to the favorable notice of fftvo.—pp. pis.] •• 
those fond of pleasant and entertaining read- V 0 , 0 *'’. T> t ” 0 ,] 
ing. It ia essentially a story of rural life, re- Review" a id-rom 
lating the haps and mishaps of farmers and From T ft Prn 
holders of real estate. Pl-iv • or Tim 
BOOKS KECEIVED 
A PEETTY KEM0B1AL. 
On the eastern shore of the Isle of Wight, in 
the picturesque little village of Shauklm (vis¬ 
ited by tourists from the attractions of its 
clime and cascade), is a very pretty rustic feun- 
Lru, ornamented with a metallic shield, on 
which is painted, at the top, an American eagle, 
and below, the American and English flags Sur¬ 
rounding the following linee, written by the 
poet Longfellow, at the request of the villagers, 
while hs was on a visit to Shankiin, fa the tear 
1868: 
" O, traveler, stay thy weary feet; 
Drink of this fountain, pure end sweet: 
It flows for rich und poor the same ; 
Then go thy way, remembering still 
The wayside well benwith the hill, 
Tlie cup of water In IDs name.’’ 
Presbyterian Cook Book. Compiled by the La¬ 
dles of the First Presbyterian Church, Pavton, 
Ohio, [rtmo.-pp. 17s, with many blank leaves, 
ruled, for notes and additions.] Dayton: John 
H. Thomas & Co. 
At first glance the denominational title of 
this work did not strike us favorably-for all 
sects, and most of the rest of mankind, are In¬ 
terested In cooking,—but on finding it to be the 
work of the Ladles' Society of a Presbyterian 
Kalakaua, King of the Sandwich Islands, 
was in his youth an earnest Bible-class scholar 
