JUNE 5 
etiquette books. They Indeed are useful as 
manuals of social Intercourse and may help one 
In the observance of conventional rules, but 
they cannot make the true lady or gentleman. 
Genuine politeness strikes Its roots far below 
the surface, deep in the heart and blossoms out 
In all the little acts of life. 
before they met. Cobbett, when he reached 
England, found her maid-of.&ll-work at five 
pounds a year. On their meeting, without 
saying a word about it, she placed In his hands 
the parcel of one hundred and fifty guineas 
unbroken. Ho obtained his discharge from 
the army, and married the brave and thrifty 
woman. She made him an admirable wife. 
Never was he tired of speaking her praises; 
and whatever comfort and success he after¬ 
wards enjoyed, (t. was his delight, to ascribe it 
to her care and inspiration. 
THE PURE AND PEACEFUL MIND 
“Oh, dear!” exclaimed I, with a long race 
and shrug of the shoulders, “At home we 
don’t rise until—oh ! ever so late, and break¬ 
fast at all sorts of hours. How early must I 
get up here, grandma?” 
“When you feel like It, pet," she answered, 
with a kiss, well knowing that the country 
sounds and the treBh, invigorating air would 
soon cure me of my lazy habits. 
So I went slowly up to the “ best room," and 
shivered a little (out of compliment to the 
memory of the register at home) while I pre¬ 
pared for a good, healthy sleep in a well ventil¬ 
ated room. The half-dead boughs of an old 
maple just outside the kitchen door tapped 
quietly against my window pane* now and then, 
and clty-goosie as 1 was, 1 was actually scared 
until reasonable reflection convinced me of the 
truth of the matter. But I was soon sleeping 
the sleep of the innocent, and in an occasional 
snatch of a dream win transported to my city 
home-crying with Dora, disputing with Ma¬ 
bel, and listening to a lecture from papa. 
The morning found mo refreshed and eager 
to rise, to my perfect astonishment. And when 
the breakfast boll rang, grandma congratulated 
roe upon my rosy cheeks, which a “tomboy” 
race In the garden had given me. 
“Mabel told mo to be dignified, grandma," 
she said. “ Do you think It will pay—here in 
the country ?” 
“ My dear Ethte, you have my permission to 
throw dignity unbecoming l/owr years, to the 
winds ! and 1 advise you to act your own true 
6elf. Romp if you wish to; your old grandma 
won't scold. Only be happy and contented and 
I shall be happy.” 
So the days went by merrily. 1 was surprised 
think I had ever so dreaded this visit to the 
farm. Seth was a capital companion, and when 
grandma took her afternoon naps he and I used 
to wander over the fields or down to the brook 
—anywhere “ for the sake of exercise,” I said— 
and somehow' 1 used to long for these hours of 
exercise very strangely. Grandma’s rheuma¬ 
tism was less severe than It had been for some 
time, and my visit was 1 he more enjoyable In 
consequence. So ivhcn, after a while, Mabel 
wrote for me to come borne and begin to be 
useful in preparing for otu usual summer cam¬ 
paign, I didn’t want to goat all and told grand¬ 
ma so very decidedly. “ Never uiind, pet, she 
said; “you shall come back and spend the 
summer with mo if you prefer, and you know 
your old grandma will only be too glad to have 
you, dear!" 1 told Seth that I had to go home 
and his race grew grave, but beyond the quiet, 
“I’m sorry, Miss Kthik,” there was no sign 
that he would miss me very much. I had flat¬ 
tered myself that, he would urge my not obey¬ 
ing the call home ; and, truth to tell, was not a 
little piqued at his behavior. So I pretended 
to be glad at the change, and only grandma 
knew how secretly 1 rebelled. 
However, the day of my departure came at 
last, aud Seth drove me to the depot. I was 
cross and unreasonable all tbe way over the 
long road, and if SKTn had not been almost a 
saint he would have dropped the reins and al¬ 
lowed mo to go my way al ine. But before we 
parted I had discovered that, ho did feel a little 
badly about my leaving, and the discovery was 
so consoling that I grew pleasanter and more 
endurable, and if Mabel could have looked 
Into my heart that raorningand read the strong 
and very sisterly affection 1 wa6 giving Seth 
Brooks, she would have been horrilled !— and 
lit a farm hand! All the way home 1 plotted 
mischief against Mabel and Dora, and much 
I fear if all my plans had been carried out my 
sisters would have derived little comfort from 
my presence.—[Conclusion next week. 
DBAS Lord and Father of mankind. 
Forgive our feverish ways! 
Reclothe ns In onr rightful mind. 
In purer lives thy service find, 
In deeper reverence, praise. 
O Sabbath rest by Galilee! 
O calm of hills above'. 
Where Jesus knelt to share with thee 
The silence of eternity 
Interpreted by love 1 
With that deep hush subduing all 
Our words 8nd works that drown. 
The tender whisper of thy call, 
As noiseless let thy blessing fall 
As fell thy manna down. 
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THE BIBLE AND THE FLOWERS, 
On a flue summer day, an unexpected shower 
drove two or three little parties into a cottage 
for temporary shelter. A Bible and a bouquet 
of flowers lay upon tbe table. A sbrewd-look- 
ing man, one of the company, approached the 
table. He waa an Infldel. He opened the Bible, 
then closed It again with a smile that was min¬ 
gled with derision. Ho took up the bouquet. 
“This suits me best,” aald he with an exulting 
air, for it has no mystery; I can understand it.. 
Its colors are fair and Its scent, delightful.” 
Saying this he pulled a flower from the bouquet 
and stuck It in tils bosom. A pause succeeded; 
hut it was soon lirokeu by an old gentleman 
whose meek and mercy-loving face was grate¬ 
ful to look upoo, and whose gray hair entitled 
him to respect. He had heard the observation 
of the infldel, and felt anxious to counteract 
its Influence. Advancing to the table ho took 
up the bouquet. “ How beauteous In His gifts,” 
said he, “ is the Father of mercies I How deli¬ 
cately formed are these beautiful flowers 1 how 
rich are thelrvarled tints, and bow sweet is tho 
fragrance they exhale! But shall we forego 
the Joy of inhaling their fragrance, and tho de¬ 
light of gazing upon their beauty, because we 
cannot explain the hidden mysteries of their 
existence? VVe know not how tho dry, husky, 
unsightly seed when set In the ground, could 
start up in such glorious forms ; we cannot tell 
how it is that from the same soil such different 
stems should spring, and on the same flower 
such varied tints appear; nor know we why 
6ome of the fairest and sweetest of flowers 
should be thickly pointed with thorns. These 
tblugs are mysteries; but If we wait till we can 
comprehend them, the flowers will fade away, 
for their life is short. And why should we 
not?" oontlriued he, putting down the bouquet 
and taking up the Bible, “ why should we not 
use the word of God In the same way ? Myste¬ 
ries it has, which its Almighty Author alone 
can explain. But shall we waste our short lives 
in brooding over them, and the part which is 
quite plain, and overlook the manifold mercies 
It proffers for our acceptance ? Let us leave, 
then, all mysteries both of nature and growth, 
till it shall please God to unravel them to our 
understanding; and in the meantime, let us, 
while rejoicing that God's works and word 
the wonderful,’ grate- 
A NOBLE WIFE 
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During the revolution In Poland which 
followed the revolution of Thaddeus Kosci¬ 
usko, many of the truest aDd best of the sons 
of that 111 fated country wore forced to flee for 
their lives, forsaking home and friends. Of 
those who had been roost eager for the liberty 
of Poland, and most bitter In the enmity 
against Russia and Prussia, was Michael 
SobjaBkl, whoso ancestor bad been king a hun¬ 
dred and fifty years before. 
Sobleski bad two sonB in the patriot ranks, 
and father and sons had been of those who bad 
persisted in what the Russians had been 
pleased to term rebellion, and a price had been 
set upon their heads. 
The Archduke Constantine was eager to ap¬ 
prehend Miohael Sobieski, and learned that the 
wife of the Polish hero was at home in Cracow, 
ami he waited upon her. 
“Madam,” he said, speaking politely, for 
the lady was beautiful and queenly, “ 1 think 
you know where your husband and sons are 
hiding ?” 
“I know, sir." 
“If you tell me where your husband is your 
sons shall be pardoned.” 
“ And shall be safe?” 
“ Y"es Madam, I swear It. Tell me where your 
husband Is concealed, and both you and your 
sons shall be safe and unharmed.” 
“Then, Sir,” answered the noble woman, ris¬ 
ing with a dignity sublime and laying her band 
upon ber bosom, "he lies concealed here—in 
the heart of his wife—and you will have to tear 
this heart out to find him.” 
Tyrant as he was, the Archduke admired the 
answer, and the spirit which had Inspired it, 
and deeming the good will of such a woman 
worth securing, ho forthwith published a 
pardon of the father and sons. 
both show that He is 
fully place the glowiug beauties of the bouquet 
in our bosoms, and the gracious consolations 
of the Bible in our hearts," 
COBBETT’S COURTSHIP 
THE TRUE LIFE 
English Statesmen. Prepared by THOS. Went- 
wobth HlGGINSON. I U.mo.—pp. 368.( New 
York : G. P- Putnam’s Sons. 
This is the first of a series of “ Brief Biogra¬ 
phies of European Public Men those short¬ 
ly to follow being entitled “English Radical 
Leaders, by II. J. Hinton,” and “ Frenoh Lead¬ 
ers, by Edward King.” The present volume 
is probably the only one In existence through 
which an American can readily become famil¬ 
iar with the history of English statesmen of 
the present day, and must therefore prove in¬ 
valuable to alt seeking such knowledge. 
The celebrated William Cobbett, the author 
of so many useful works, and who became 
member for Oldham, was originally a private 
soldier in the English array, and served In 
America in tbe War of Independence. It was 
when quite a young man, and while quartered 
in New Brunswick, that Cobbett met the girl 
who became his wife. He first saw her In 
company for about an hour one evening. 
Shortly afterward, in Hie dead of winter when 
the snow' lay several feet thick on the ground, 
he chanced, in his walk at break of day, to 
pass the house of her parents. It was hardly 
light, but. there was she, out in tho cold, scrub¬ 
bing at a wash-tub. That action made ber 
mistress of Cobbett’s heart forever. No sooner 
was he out of hearing than he exclaimed: 
“ That’s the girl for me!" She was the daugh¬ 
ter of a sergeant of artillery, and then only 
thirteen. To bis intense chagrin, the artillery 
was ordered to Eugland, and she had to go 
with her father. Cobbett bv this time had 
managed to save one hundred and fifty guineas 
as a foot-soldier—the produce of extra work. 
Considering that Woolwich, to w-hich his 
sweetheart was bound, was a gay place, and 
that she there might find many suitors who, 
moved by her beauty, might tempt her by their 
wealth, and, unwilling that she should hurt 
herself with hard work, he sent her all his 
precious guineas, and prayed that she might 
use them freely—for he could get plenty more 
—to buy good clothes, and live In pleasant 
lodgings, and be as happy as she could until he J True Politeness.— This crowning grace of 
was able to join her. Four long years elapsed character cannot be acquired by the study of 
The mere lapse of years is not life. To eat 
and drink and sleep; to be exposed to dark¬ 
ness and tbe light; to pace around in the mill of 
habit, and turn the wheel of wealth; to make 
reason our book-keeper, and turn thought Into 
an Implepent of trade—that 1 b nor, life. In all 
this, but a poor fraction of the consciousness 
of humanity Is aw r «kened ; and the sanctities 
still slumber which make it most worthwhile 
to be. Kuowledge, truth, love, beauty, good¬ 
ness, faith, alone cau give vitality to the mech¬ 
anism of existence; the laugh of mirth that 
vibrates through to the heart, the tears that 
freshen the dry wastes within, the music that 
brings childhood back, the prayer that calls the 
future near, the doubt which makes us medi¬ 
tate, tbe death which startles us w ith mystery, 
the hardship that forces us to struggle, the 
anxiety that ends in trust—are the true nour¬ 
ishment of our natural being.— Martineau. 
A METHODICAL SCHOOLMASTER 
A schoolmaster In Suabia has just retired 
after teaching, or at least flogging and tortur¬ 
ing, for fifty-one years. He would have to be 
put in a class by himself, eutitlod the “Statis¬ 
tical Flogger," for he kept an accurate account 
of all the punishments he inflicted throughout 
the half-century. Here are the grand totals, 
w hich he bus footed up with equal pride and 
particularity1111,500 cariings, 121,000 floggings, 
209,000 custodies, 10,200 ear-boxes, 22,700 tasks, 
130 tips with rule, 700 boys caused to stand on 
peas, 0,000 to stand on sharp-edged wood, 5,000 
to wear tho fool’s-cap, 1,700 to bold the rod ; 
total, 1,282,936 oases of punishment. This is 
about 100 a day, or more than one every five 
minutes. He must have thrashed the boys, on 
many occasions, by platoous. One can Imagine 
him getting so absorbed in his growing census 
of martyrs that he would often mutter to him¬ 
self on Saturday morning, running his eye 
down the column and adding It, “ I must flog 
04 to-day, in order to make up an even 500 this 
week." 
Bcritin’a Engagement. By Mre. ANN s. btk- i 
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“Fashion and Famine.” "The Relgntug Befle,” 
•Married In Haste,” <fce. [12mo.—pp. 552.] 
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long-time popular authoress, and will not only 
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Henry Blount. Passages In a Boy’s Life on Land 
and Sea. By Philip Gilbert Hamkrton. au¬ 
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The young people will find this a very pleas¬ 
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tbe ocean wave," while their seniors may be 
entertained by its perusal. It is a well-told 
tale, and has a good ending, which latter Is not 
the least of Its merits. 
Love is the fruit of the soul, that when frieads 
drop away (as leaves thinning) is more perfectly 
ripened by the sun that reaches It from on high. 
Fancies are the blossoms of facts; purer ana 
lovelier for their strong hold on truth, just bs 
the fairest rosea are grown in the finest soil. 
He that preaches gratitute pleads the cause 
both of God and men; for without it we can 
neither be sociable nor religious. 
