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MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER. 
They are very near the same in ace. I don't 
believe you know how very badly Badxk wants 
t0 (jo— Bhe Rays ‘ only God knows,” said Mr. 
Jones, softly; ‘‘and Mr. Lansino Buys ‘she 
would have a very fine mind if properly culti¬ 
vated.” 
L ” I caunot send her now,” said Mr. Warner. 
“Cun you soon V—perhaps I can have Alice 
wait.” 
‘‘I cannot say for sure. If I make my last 
payment on the farm all right in the spring, 
maybe I oan then the year after.” 
“ if it were not for the rnouey to pay the bills i 
they could go now, could they?” 
“Sadie could, but I fear then I could not 
spare Edgar. 
“ Next year after then they can go, and you 
will pay all necessary bills. Let us shako hands 
over It.” 
Mr. Warner winced a little, but could not 
well do otherwise; so he accepted t he proffered 
band. 
Squire Jones had once transacted some busi¬ 
ness for Cousin Amur.. Sho told him then, if 
ever her money was needed for the education 
of the Warner children to let her know. 
The next day hfi wrote her, stating the case. 
Christmas morning Mr. Jones came over to the 
Warner's with a letter from Cousin Ahrie, 
and a registered package containing $500. One- 
half was to ba used for Hi die’s Immediate at¬ 
tendance at the Seminary and the other half 
for Edgar’s. “ ir for any reason Edgar could 
not use his it must bo returned,” so the letter 
said. 
Mr. Warner quickly concluded Edgar could 
go. The Him shone for once on a real, live 
Christmas in Hie Warner family, and Mr. ■ 
Warner m ist have caught some of the warmth, 
for ho drove to the village after dinner and 
came home with a present for each. Truly, the 
frost was giving away before the sunshine. 
SHAVING A MILLIONAIRE, 
Everybody who lives in New Jersey will re¬ 
collect Billv GlbboR*, tho millionaire. He was 
an eccentric man, and numerous stories are 
told of hi* freaks. Here is one of them; 
It seems that Billy, while in a country vil¬ 
lage in which lie owned Home property, stepped 
into a barber’s shop to get shaved. The shop 
was full of customers, and the old gentleman 
quietly waited for hi.-, turn. 
A customer who was under the barber’s hands 
when the old gentleman came In asked the 
“knight of the razor,” in an undertone, if he 
knew who that was, and, on receiving a nega¬ 
tive reply, lie informed him in a whisper it was 
"Old Billy Gibbons, the richest man in the 
State.” 
“Gad," sui 1 the barber, “ I'll charge him for 
his shave 1” 
Accordingly, after the old man had had that 
operation performed, he was somewhat sur¬ 
prised, upon asking the price, to be toid it was 
“ Seventy-five cents.” 
“ Seventy-five cents,” said ho, quietly ; “ isn't 
that rather a high price?" 
“It's my price. * said he of the lather brush, 
independently; "and as this is the only barber 
shop in the place, them as comes int o it must 
pay what I ask." 
To the old man this was evidently a knock, 
down argument, for he drew three-quarters of 
a dollar, paid them ovorto the barber, and left 
the shop. 
A short time after this he was in close con¬ 
versation with tho landlord of a tavern hard 
by, and the topic of conversation was barbers’ 
shops. 
“Why is it,” said he, “there's only one bar¬ 
ber shop In town? There's seems to be nearly 
enough work for two." 
“ Well, there used to bo two,” said the land¬ 
lord," till last winter, when this new man came 
up from the city and opened a new shop, and 
as everything in It was fresh and now, folks sort 
of deserted Bill Harrington’s shop, which had 
been going for nigh fourteen years." 
“But didn't this Bill do good work? Didn’t 
he shave wall and—cheap ?'* 
“Well, as for that." said the landlord, “BUI 
did his work well enough, but his shop wasn’t, 
on the main street like tho new one, and didn t. 
have so many pictures and handsome curtains, 
and folks got In tho way of thinking the new 
chap wfts more scientific and brought moreclty 
fashions with him, though, to tell the truth, 
said the landlord, stroking n chin sown with a 
beard resembling screen wire, “I never want a 
lighter touch or a keener razor than Bill Har¬ 
rington's.” 
“City fashions, ch?” growled the old man. 
“So (bo now man’s city fashions shut up tho 
other barber’s shop?’’ 
“ Wall, not exactly,” said the landlord, 
“thoughthings never did seem to go well with 
Bill after the now shop opened; first, one of his 
little children died of a fever; then his wife 
was sick a long time, nud Bill had a big bill to 
pay at tho doctor's; then, as n last misfortune, 
liis shop burned down one night—tools, brush¬ 
es, furniture and all —and no insurance.” 
“Well,” said tho old man, pettishly, “why 
don’t be start again?" 
“Start again!" echoed the communicative 
landlord; “why, bless your soul, he hasn’t got 
anything to start with I" 
“H—ra—til! Where does this man live?” 
asked the old gentleman. 
He was directed, and cro long was in conver¬ 
sation with tho unfortunate tonsor, who cor¬ 
roborated tho landlord’s story. 
“Why don't you take a new shop?" said the 
old man; “ there's a new one in the block right 
opposite the other barber’s shop." 
“ What!” said the other, “ you must be crazy. 
Why, that block belougsto old Billy Gibbons; 
he’d never let one of those stores for a barber’s 
shop ; they are a mighty night too good ; besides 
that, I haven’t got twenty dollars in the world 
to lit It up with." 
“You don’t know old Billy Gibbons as well 
as I do," said the other. “ Now listen to me: 
If you can have that shop all fitted up, rent 
free, what will you work in it for by the month ? 
—what i» the least you can live on?" 
This proposition somewhat, startled tho un¬ 
fortunate hairdresser, who finally found words 
to stammer out that perhaps twelve or fifteen 
dollars a mouth would be about enough. 
“Pshaw 1" said the old man, “that won’t 
do. Now listen to me: "I'll give you that 
store, rent free, one year and engage your ser¬ 
vices for six months—all on these conditions: 
You are to shave and cut hair for everybody 
that applies to you ami take no pay ; Just charge 
It all to me, and for your services I 'll pay you 
twenty dollars a month, payable in advance- 
pay' to commence now," continued he, placing 
two ten-dollar notes on tho table before the 
astonished barber, who, it is almost unneces¬ 
sary to state, accepted the proposition, and 
who was still more surprised to learn that it 
was Billy Gibbous himself who bad hired him. 
In a few days the inhabitants of that village 
were astonished by tho appearance of a splen¬ 
did new barber’s shop, far surpassing the other 
in elegance of appointments, and in which, 
with new mugs, soaps, razors oml perfumes, 
stood a barber and assistant ready to do duty 
on the heads and beards of tho people. Over 
the door was Inscribed : 
“ William Harrington, 
Shaviug and Jiair-Dressing Saloon.” 
The people were not long in ascertaining nor 
slow in availing themselves of the privileges of 
this c»tiitdi»bment, and It's not to he wondered 
that it was crowded and tho other deserted. 
The other held outcome weeks, suspecting (bin 
free shaving- for Bill kept his secret well—as 
but a dodge to entice customers away; hut 
when at the end of six weeks he found Billy 
working away as usual, charging not. it cent for 
liis labor aud having money to spend Into tho 
bargain, bo came 1.o the conclusion that, he 
must have drawn a prize in a lottery or stum¬ 
bled upon a gold mine and was keeping a bar¬ 
ber's shop for fun, eo lie closed his shop In 
despair and left tho place. 
Meantime Bill Harrington kept on busy as a 
bee, and one flno morning Ids employer stepped 
In and, without a word, sat down \and was 
shaved. On rising from the chair ho fcaked to 
see t.tin score for the Blx months past. The 
barber exhibited it, and after a careful calcula¬ 
tion the old man said : 
“ Plenty of customers, eh ?” 
“ Lota of 'em," said the barber; “ never did 
such a business in my life!” 
“Well," replied Moneybags, “you have kept 
the account, well. I see I’ve paid you one hun¬ 
dred and twenty dollars for services—all right— 
and there arethree hundred and thirty charged 
for shaving all that applied; this furniture coat 
one hundred and eight dollars; balance due 
you, one hundred and two dollars. Here it is 
Now you own this furniture and are to have 
this shop rent free six months longer, and after 
to-day you are to charge the regular price for 
work, for your pay from me stops to-day." 
This of course the barber gladly assented to. 
"But," said the old man on leaving, “take 
care you never cheat a man by charging ten 
times the usual price for a shave, for it may be 
another * old Billy Gibbons.' ” 
history preponderating—embracing a period of 
one thousand years. The author does Dot 
claim entire originality, stating, with rare 
modesty and frankness, the sources whence 
much of his information was derived. The 
story or history Is written In a charming style, 
and will prove most interesting. 
$abbatlt Reading. 
WHATSOEVER THOU SENDEST. 
BT HE FORREST P. GUMMEKSON. 
Parlor Amtmeineofs far ihc Young Folks. 
By G A Bartlett. Boston.: Osgood & Co. 
Trough not formidable In size or substantial 
in binding—being a paper-covered book of less 
than 100 pages—thla little work contains w'hat 
many young and middle-aged people long have 
sought, viz., hints, Instructions, etc., relative to 
Tableaux and other exhibitions adapted to the 
amusement of the home circle. 
Whatsoever Tliou sendest, Father, 
Help me to bear; 
Teach me to feel dependent 
Upon Thy cure. 
Through tho dark waves that surround me. 
Let me come safely to Thee. 
The Atlantic Monthly for February presents 
an excellent table of contents. It contains 
poems by Bryant (“ The Two Travelers," 
given in our lost.). I.ongh.eow and Btrdman, 
and prose articles by TROWBRIDGE, GitEENE, 
Mark Twain and other popular writers. 
When the tempter is near, Father, 
Oh, strengthen me; 
Let me, in life’s darkest hours. 
St ill trust in Tlieo, 
Then, when the danger is past. 
Find that Thou yet hold'st me fast. 
The Popular Science Monthly for February 
Is a capital number of the airiest of our scien¬ 
tific periodicals. It is so admirably conducted 
by Prof. Youmans, and so well presented to the 
public by the Apptjstons, as to merit a million 
of readers among scientists and others. 
Let me but trust. In Thee, Father, 
Through hours of pain; 
So that when death shall come, 
I will but gain, 
And Bufe upon Thy breast 
Find there eternal rest. 
HOW WILL YOU MEET DEATH 1 
BY JANE BOSWELL MOORE. 
The Phrenological Journal opens the year 
with vigor, the Jan. and Fab. issues being good 
in both readiug and illustrations. The former 
contains portraits and sketches of P. M. Gen. 
Jewell, Charlotte Cushman, Don Carlos, 
the Into Mayor II avemeyeh, and others,• - while 
among those In the Feb. issue are the late Ezra 
Cornell aud Jean Inoelow, the poet. 
The Ladies’ Repository, (Cincinnati,) Ar¬ 
thur'* Home Magazine , (Phila.,) and Dcmorest.'a 
Monlhlu, (New York,) are each making good 
progress, judging from the reading and embel¬ 
lishments of the Jan. and Feb. issues. 
The Science of Ilenllb (S. R. Wells, New 
York) is apparently making merited progress 
among the people. Tho contents of tho Jan. 
and Feb. issues are unusually excellent and va¬ 
ried- The article on “ Maize, or Indian Corn," 
by Julia Colman, (In the Feb. No.) is very In¬ 
structive and Its recipes most valuable. 
The Eclectic Magazine for Feb. has for a 
front ispiece a portrait of H. W. Longfellow. 
from a photograph by Barony. Tho contents 
of the number include interesting papers from | 
recent English periodicals. 
LITERARY NOTES AND NEWS. 
JRtapi® ISorld. 
NEW PUBLICATIONS. 
The Greville Memoirs i A Journal'of the Reigns 
or King George tv. unit KJnc William IV. Hv 
Charles r. F Greville. clerk of tho Council 
to those Sovereigns, Edited bj* RICHARD HENRY 
STODDARD- (.Brio-a-Brnc Series—pp. olo.J New 
York : Scribner, Armstrong A Co. 
The work from which this volume has been 
carefully edited by Mr. Stoddard, by culling 
therefrom the best material—the creme de la 
creme—was issued In several volumes in Lon¬ 
don, and attracted marked and wldo attention. 
It was severely criticised and condemned by 
royalty and certain of the nobility, who dis¬ 
liked to haye the sins of certain ancestors por¬ 
trayed. The author was Clerk of the Council 
to the Sovereigns, (George IV. and William 
IV.) and improved his raro opportunities by 
taking notes of all he saw aud heard which 
seemed interesting and important. In addi¬ 
tion to his delineations of royalty, his descrip¬ 
tions and anecdotes of prominent men and 
women of the day whom he met are very in¬ 
teresting. Among others he alludes, pleasantly 
or otherwise, to Lady Conyngham, Lord and 
Lady Holland, Bir James Mackintosh, Fox, 
Burke, Washington Irving. Maeready, Fanny 
Kemble, and a host of other notable person¬ 
ages. The book is altogether most readable. 
The Island of F’re i Or, A Thousand Years of 
the OM Northmen s Tfoine— S74-1874. Bv Rev. P. 
C ITkabi icy, Author of •' Life of Josephine,” &e. 
Boston; Lee & Slmpflrd. 
The Millenial Jubilee of Iceland, celebrated 
in August last, and subsequently so graphically 
described by Bayard Taylor and Dr. Hayes. 
the American delegates, renders this admirable 
work most timely and acceptable. It is a story 
about Iceland—a historical romance, with the 
The Committee lias not yet made its arrange¬ 
ments for the next convention of the American 
Book Trade Association, but May or June is 
talked of as the time, and Saratoga or Philadel¬ 
phia as tho place. 
“Ten Years Among the Spiritualists," by 
Frances Gerry Fairfield, Is in press byD. Apple- 
ton &Co. It explains the manifestations on tho 
theory of a personal magnetic atmosphoro. 
A utile work on “ International Arbitra¬ 
tion," by Prof. Lorimer, of Edinburgh, a mem¬ 
ber of t he International Congress, is soon to be 
issued in this country by the Putnams. 
"The Jewish Tabernacle" is the subject of a 
copiously illustrated forthcoming book by the 
Rev. Lyman H. Atwater, D. D., of New Haven, 
who has made the subject a life study. 
TUE Lipplncotts’ altered edition of Chambers' 
“ Cyclopaedia,” over which there has been so 
much discussion, Is hereafter to be known as 
the American revlsod edition. 
“Ten Years of Gentleman Farming at. Bien- 
nerhasset," an English village of 200 people, 
near Carlisle, is full of value as a contribution 
to scientific agriculture. 
Over 1,200 copies of the “ Grevillo Memoirs ” 
were sold here at the Importers' prices of $12 to 
$18 a set before the book was published by the 
Appletons at $4. 
Among other early publications of the Os¬ 
goods will be Emerson's new volume of “ Es- 
sas-s on Poetry and Criticism,” which has been 
long looked lor. 
The Putnams are getting out a series of 
“ Brief Biographies” of prominent living for¬ 
eigners and Americans, which promises well. 
The first number appears this month. 
A forthcoming book on the River and King¬ 
dom of Congo, by Captain R. F. Burton, will 
act t he readers of African literature wild again. 
There is a great revival among tho publish¬ 
ers In England of the literature of controversy. 
Politics and religion divide the hour. 
The dearth of good books in Russia during 
the last year Is attributed by good critics to the 
severity of the literary censorship. 
The Rev. R. H. Hnwftis takes up the subject 
of cremation in a volume called, very approprl- 
| ateiy, “ Ashes to Ashes." 
The publication of Bayard Taylor’s letters 
from Egypt and Iceland lias quickened the tale 
of his previous works. 
We are to have a new Homeric Dictionary by 
Dr, H, Dunbar, of the University of Edinburgh. 
Thf.odorf. Martin’s “Life of the Prince 
Consort,” is to be published by the Appletons. 
A book is to be published entitled “Antiqui¬ 
ties of Long Island,” by Gabriel Furman. 
! Darwin has a new book in press entitled 
“Insectivorous and Climbing Plants." 
A soldier, who had been mortally wounded 
in the terrlblo battle of Fredericksburg, lay 
dying. The night was perfectly serene and 
beautiful, the din and roar of strife had died 
away, and the melancholy sounds of tlic w hip- 
poor-will broke the silence. By the Fidi: of the 
soldier sat. his tent-mate weeping bitterly. 
"But,” said Ills wounded comrade, when told 
he had but a few minutes to live, “I am per¬ 
fectly happy and resigned.” Then gazing w ftb 
rapture on the night, he exclaimed, “Oh, what, 
a beautiful evening this is to go to heaven!’’ 
“I could not but think," said an irreligious 
surgeon, who wltnos cd tho scene, “bow per¬ 
fectly placid his rnind must have been at such 
a time, aud amid such Surroutidtngr, thus to 
have noticed the exquisite aspects of nature." 
in one of the crowded wards of a large hospi¬ 
tal, after one of our great conflicts, lay a lad 
of nineteen, wounded In the buttle of Gaines' 
Mills, his right arm being amputated. The sup¬ 
ply of chloroform having failed, he was pci fect- 
]y conscious during the operation. When I 
asked him bow lie was able to bear this, he said 
with a smile, “When I saw others suffering ao 
much more, I could not think of niyeolf.” He 
was anxiously expecting to return to his mother 
and friends, hut hardship and exposure had 
done thev.'work, and ho died a few days after. 
The chaplain prayed with bim, asking how bo 
felt. “ Hnppv,” he replied ; “ God is with me, 
I feel it In my heart.” “ Ifnw thankful you 
ought, to be then, to have Christ near you and 
with you." A smile of heavenly radiance light¬ 
ed the wan check, lending uneart hly brightness 
to those beautiful eyes,which neither his mother 
nor loved one at home were ever to see again, 
while from those fast-closing lips came precious 
words to those who loved him, more precious 
now than all that earth can give; “ Ho is my 
Christ! Ho is my Christ] Praise Him." 
Never shall I forget the words of a colored 
man, brought, In aunstruck before Petersburg, 
and laid on the bare earth, In great boat and 
discomfort. Anything more utterly forlorn 
and dreary than his condition could not well ho 
imagined. “My wife,” bo said, “Is somewbar, 
and my mother is so mow her, but whar I don't 
know;” but when a moment after Jesus was 
mentioned, “Oh," said tho poor untutored 
African, bis eyes beaming as he spoke, “You 
may have all this world, but give me Jesus! ’ 
Reader, you and 1 must also face death. What 
Isourhopo? “The si ingot death lseln," it r"an 
onlybe taken away bythoblood of Christ. “Not 
, until then," has It been truly and beautifully 
said, “will you be able to be a quiet spectator 
of the open grave nt the foot of tho hill which 
you are soon to ascend.” 
THE CHRISTIAN’S HOME. 
We make our best, use of rfiis world when we 
regard it as the basis from which to survey tho 
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. I know of no better 
illustration of these truths than a simple ex¬ 
pression which fell from tho lips of a godly 
friend of mine. Through perseverance and in¬ 
dustry, lie bad been able to build blm&elf a 
house. But his chief boast was, that from his 
fireside he could see hla father's house on the 
distant hill." No matter the weather," said ho 
“whether wiuter or summer, spring or fall—no 
matter the sky, whether cloudless or stormy— 
when I sit by my east window, father’s roof and 
chimney-tops, the gleam of V,s lamp at night, 
are always visible to my sight." His words con¬ 
tain the philosophy oC life, and. Inclose, os in a 
nutshell, tho principles of holy living. Envia¬ 
ble, yea, thrice enviable, is ihe man who cun 
pierce the clouds of social darkness which sur¬ 
round our earthly homes, and see his Father's 
house, with its many mansions, in the distant 
Heaven.—Selected. 
It is a fact that God’s care is more evident in 
some instances of it than in others to the dim 
and often bewildered vision of humanity. Upon 
such Instances men seize, and call I hem Provi¬ 
dences. It i? at el l that they can ; but It would 
be gloriously better If they could believe that 
• the whole matter is one grand Providence.— 
George Macdonald. 
