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MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER. 
AUS. 7 
“ My wife, my wife 1” whispered a young man 
ju a carriage driving through London streets 
one evening, and he drew his companion close 
to his heart. “ Here we are, darling ; and now 
my poor tired bird can rest." 
They had been on tire continent, and were 
coming home. 
it Welcome, my daughter,” said an elderly 
lady, pressing the traveler to her heart, “wel¬ 
come home.” 
“ Would your lordship like any refreshment? ” 
said a servant, coming In. 
“Lady Adair," said Herbert, gaily, shall I 
order refreshment ?” 
“Lady Adair!" said Minnie. 
“Why, Herbert!" cried his mother, “have 
you never told her before ?” 
“Never. Yes, refreshment, immediately,” 
said Herbert, dismissing the man. “ Why, Min¬ 
nie, you look as terrified as if I had said 1 was a 
highwayman." 
Minnie crept. Up close to him. 
“Lord Adair or Mr. Grant," she whispered, 
“you are my Herbert still.” 
THE WHITE LILY. 
“Please," said a wistful voice, “give me a 
flower. Tom is fond of flowers.” 
Ella Bronson was on her way to a triend's with 
a bouquet of choice flowers. She stopped at 
this appeal and looking down, saw a little girl 
about twelve years old. 
“And who is Tom?" asked Ella, touched, 
“My little brother. Ho fell and hurt bis back 
and now lm can’t move himself. The doctor 
says he’ll never got well; and he does wish for 
flowers so.” 
Ella hesitated for h moment, but only for a 
moment. To take a single flower from her bou¬ 
quet would spoil It, so perfectly lmd it been ar¬ 
ranged ; and It was for a friend, moreover, who 
was about to bo married. But the pleading face 
of the child and the thought of the sick broth¬ 
er, were more than she could bear. She remem¬ 
bered, too, the words of Scripture, “ I unsmuch 
as ye have done It unto one of the least of these, 
jG have done It unto me." She selected the 
11 nest flower In tb« bouquet -a largo, white lily 
—and gave It to the child. 
“There, ’’she said, “ putitln water and ltwi’1 
keep ever so long. And here,” she added, as 
the girl, with grateful looks, turned to run away, 
“is something to buy a few cakes for your 
brother. Where do you live?” 
The child told her, adding, “ Oh, won’t. Tom 
be glad!" and then disappeared. 
It was not long before the little thing reached 
her home. It was a close, hot room, at tho top 
of the house, looking into » dirty Inclosure be¬ 
hind. 
“Is that you, Lizzy?” asked a weak voice; 
“ I’m so glad.” 
The speaker was lying on a straw bed on the 
floor and he looked up, smiling, into his sister’s 
face, 
“See here, Tom," Bald the sister, producing 
the cakes; "these are the very kind you like. 
But that’s not all," she added, triumphantly 
producing the Illy; “just look, at this!’* 
Tom’s eyes fairly glistened with delight. In 
bis eagerness lie half rose in the bed, exclaim¬ 
ing, “ Oh! what a beauty! Where did you got 
it?” But the exertion was too much for him, 
and almost as soon as ho had grasped tho bud 
he fell back on Ms bed. 
“ How pure it looks,’’ ho added, weakly, after 
a pause; “ it makes mo think of the angels. You 
good, good Lizzy!” 
“ See, I’ll put it In a bottle," said Lizzy, “ with 
some water, and It shall stand on the floor close 
by you. It will last ever so long, now. Butwhy 
don’t you eat you r cakes ?" 
Tom shut Ms eyes. “ I can’t. Lizzy,” he said. 
“ I ain't hungry. You must eat yourself. I will 
lie and look at the flower." 
Lizzy was frightened. Torn must be very bad, 
she knew, if he could not eat cakes. 
“ Eat a little bit, dear," she begged. “ It will 
make you feel better." 
“I don’t think I shall ever bo better,” ans¬ 
wered Tom. 
The tears rolled down the sister’s face; “don’t 
talk so, Tom." she sobbed, "you shan’t go. I 
can’t live without you. Who will be here to 
take care of me?" 
“I’ve been thinking," said Tom, gravely, “ I 
think a great deal lying here, that when I'm 
gone, father wilt be different. You know"—and 
here he dropped Ids voice and looked caiefully 
around, as if to see lest any one might be listen¬ 
ing. “you know Ibut father drinks, and that’s 
why he comas home so late anc says he can’t 
afford to send you to school; and why he is so 
cross; and why, sometimes, he beats you-" 
“Don’t speak of it. dear," sobbed the sister. 
“I wouldn't mind if it wasn’t for you.” 
“But! do mind it, L'/./.y; and It breaks my 
heart to lie here and see It. But sometimes f 
think, when 1 die father will he different. He 
says lie loves me. und it may make him good, 
you see. Wliat Is it the Bible says? ‘Through 
much tribulation?' Yes. It is through much 
tribulation wo win the crown. What was the 
versa we learnt at school ? I keep forgetting. 
The one about being tired.” 
“Oh ! I know,” said Lizzy. “Come unto me 
all that are weary ami heavy laden and I will 
give you rest.’ " 
“ * Come unto me he does not deceive, Liz¬ 
zy. He loves you and me too, and be will take 
care of us. He is going to give me rest up in 
heaven.” 
But tho sister was not to be comforted. Tom 
was all the world to her. To lose him was to 
lose everything. 
The day wore on. Night came. Tom lay look¬ 
ing at the lily, and no one knows bow very many 
sweet thoughts It suggested t,o him. Now and 
then his sister left her work and came to see If 
he wanted anything. He always thanked her 
with a sweet smile. 
“ Father is! ate to-night,” he said atiast, when 
darkness came; and he sighed. 
“ Ho will be here soon," said Lizzy, uttering 
words of hope, in which ehe hardly believed 
herself. “ Try to sleep a little, dear.” 
So Tom at Inst fell off into a doze. Ten o’clock 
came and yet no father. Worn out with fatigue 
and anxiety, Lizzy crept into bed by her broth¬ 
er's side and sank to sleep also. 
It was midnight when the father came in. 
The noise woke Tom Up. Ho haif rose on his 
elbow and looked around. A t that moment the 
moon emerged from a cloud and its light, fall, 
ing through tho window, lit up the sick boy’s 
face with a glory an of a seraph's. 
The father started back, sobered at once. It 
socmed to him as if a halo direct from heaven 
encircled his boy’s head. 
“Father,” said Tom, " 00 me here, please.’’ 
Tho man went, softly to his- son’s bedside, 
sank on his knees and took the lad’s wan band 
tenderly in bis own. He was awed. 
“ Be kind to Lizzy," said Torn, wistfully, look¬ 
ing into Ms father’s face. “ She won’t have any 
but you when I am dead, father. Lot her go to 
School again, please; she is so fond of school.” 
“Oh ! my eon, my son,” Interrupted the now 
penitent father, bursting Into tears. You will 
ge t well yet.” 
“I shall never get well," said Tom. “But 
don’t cry, father; I shall see raothor, you know. 
And by-and-by”—and a strange look came on 
his face, a look of faith and Joy Inexpressible— 
“by-and-by we’ll meet again, shan’t wo? Kiss 
tnc, please, and then go to bed, or v.-e’l 1 wake 
sister.” 
The father, choking Mick bis sobs, kissed the 
boy. “ J promise to be kind to Lizzy,’’ be whis¬ 
pered. “She shall go to school. I will never 
drink another drop. As God is my witness,” 
he added solemnly, “I never will.” 
Tom took his Jittle thin arms from around 
his father’s neck, where he had put them for 
the last kiss, aud then sank baok on his pillow 
very much exhausted. 
“How sweet tho flower looks In the moon¬ 
light!” thought Tom. “What a happy boy I 
am to have it! And to have father promise to 
do bettor,” hu went on, “ and to say he’ll love 
Lizzy and that bo'll send her to school”-and 
then he forgot himself in sleep. 
The night passed. Morning dawned. Lizzy 
woke before the sun rose. Her first thought 
w’as of Tom. 
“ I've slept all night," shesaid, reproachfully, 
“aud l didn't mean to sleep five minutes. Won¬ 
der if Tom wanted me in the night? He must 
be better or be’a have called.” 
He was better. As she leaped to look back at 
him, Lizzy was startled by the strange yet beau¬ 
tiful, look on his face, a look of divine Joy, as 
wben a martyr had passed through fire luto 
everlasting rest. lie would never suffer more. 
The lily has done its work. It hadswoetoned 
the last hours of the suffering hoy, suggesting 
pure sntl beautiful thoughts; and as Ella Broii- 
sou called early In the morning to see Lizzy, 
she found it lying on the breast of the dead 
child, clasped in Ids two thin, waxen hands; 
and she thought of the lilies of paradise and of 
the saints who held them and of tho words of 
scripture again, “ Inasmuch as ye have done It 
unto the least of one of these, ye have done it 
unto mo." 
A better work even had been done also. The 
last words of Tom were never forgotten by bis 
father who, from that night, became a reformed 
man. Lizzy went to school aud, more than that, 
never again heard a harsh word at home. 
Ella and Lizzy became great friends. The 
former, from her superior position, was able to 
do much for the latter. It was not chance, rely 
on it, that made Ella gtve away, at some sacri¬ 
fice at the time, that Illy. 
“ As ye sow, so sha’l ye reap.” 
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THE BEAR AND THE SEALS. 
Otm engraving (see preceding page) repre¬ 
sents an aietic scene showing a Polar bear 
attacking a full-grown seal, while its young, 
too ignorant to escape or too devoted to their 
parent to fear the consequences, are vainly 
striving to save her. The seal is a very active 
animal, and so near the M ater as this one is it 
would certainly escape were it in any clutches 
less powerful than that of the bear. Tho Polar 
bear lives on seals, fi-bes and the blubber 
thrown aside after having its oil tried out by 
the adventurous whalemen. Though very ac¬ 
tive in water, the hear is often at its wits' end 
to catch its lively food, and usually resorts to 
stratagem, or relies on catching seals while 
they are sleeping on some friendly ice-float. 
Tho seals always keep close to the water, to 
dive at the first approach of danger, but are 
sometimes caught, as this unlucky one seems 
to have been. In consequence o[ tho difficulty 
of catching their food, these great white bears 
become very thin at some seasons of the year, 
and at these times they are very fierce and will 
attack men. Lithe cummer their food is abund¬ 
ant, and towards fall there are always numer¬ 
ous carcasses of whales floating in tho northern 
seas from which the blubber and oil has been 
taken. On these the Polar bear becomes very 
fat and is ready to endure the long, cold win¬ 
ters, hiding in some cave and sleeping most of 
the time, as most of our readers have seen very 
fat hogs do. During this lung sleep the bear 
cats nothing, but lives on fat accumulated 
during the summer and fall, and in the spring 
is quite poor and weak. 
The white bear Is one of the largest of that 
species of animals, sometimes measuring nine 
feet in length and weighing 1,600 pounds. It 
lives almost exclusively on fish and flesh, as 
there are no grains nor fruits in those high 
northern latitudes where he makes his home. 
Hence it is more fierce than the common black 
bear of southern latitudes, a great part of whose 
food is corn, nuts and honey. 
■-v *» 
SOMETHING LIKE. 
$atrkth pending. 
THE TWO ANGELS. 
God called the nearest angels who dwelt with Him 
above; 
The tenderest one was Pity; the dearest one was 
Love, 
“Arise," He said, “my angels! a wall of woe and 
sin 
Steals through the gates of heaven, and saddens all 
within. 
“ My harps take up the mournful strain that from a 
lost world swells; 
The smoke of torment clouds the light and blights 
the asphodels. 
Close upon the shore of Lake Wlqneplseogee 
is a town, and in that town dwells a man whom 
we will call Amber. Mr. Amber keeps a store, 
and, as he Is a genial, accommodating man, he 
keeps for sale everything which the good peo¬ 
ple in the country can reasonably expect him 
to keep. Particularly has It heon the practice 
of Mr. Amber to keep a barrel of whisky on tap 
In his cellar. One In the fall and one in the 
spring will generally carry him through. He is 
very careful to whom he sells, and, so far as is 
known, the authorities have nevor given him 
any troublo. 
One day Mr. Eliphalet Spooner entered the 
store with a alight protuberance visible upon 
his left breast. Mr. Spooner wan a deacon and 
a most proper man. He called the merchant 
aside and asked him If he had any good whisky. 
Amber nodded in the afllmative. 
“ Will you let me have a pint?" and the dea¬ 
con pulled from hisproast pocket a pint bottle. 
“Certainly," said tbe trader; and forthwith 
he departed for the cellar. When ho returned 
he brought the full bottle, carefully wiped and 
corked. 
" What is to pay ? ” 
“ Fifty cents.” 
“Mr. Kpooner handed him over a flfty-cent 
scrip, and then, in a hesitating way, drew tbe 
cork. Ho placed the bottle to his lips and tast¬ 
ed, just a drop, to test the quality of the liquor. 
II a did this twice, and the expression of his 
face was ono of hesitation and doubt. 
“ Fly downword to that under world, and on its souls 
of pain 
Let Love drop smiles like sunshine, and Fity tears 
ilko rain!” 
Two faces bowed before the Throne veiled in their 
golden hair; 
Four white wings lessened swiftly down the dark 
abyss of air. 
The way was strange, the flight was long; at last 
tho angels earn® 
Where swung tho lest and nether world, red-wrap¬ 
ped in rayless flame. 
There Pity, shuddering, wept; but Love, with faith 
too strong for fear, 
Took heart from God's almightiness and smiled a 
smile of cheer. 
And lo' that, tear of Pity quenched the flame whore- 
on It fell, 
And, with the sunshino of that smile, hope entered 
Into hell! 
Two unveiled faces full of Joy looked upward to the 
Throne, 
Four white wings folded at the feet of Him who sat 
thereon! 
And deeper than the sound of seas, more soft than 
falling flake, 
Amidst the hush of wing and song the Voice Eternal 
spake: 
“ Welcome, my angels ! yc have brought a holier Joy 
to heaven; 
Henceforth Its sweetest song shall be the song of 
sin forgiven!’’ 
t Whittier. 
— -- 
“Mr. Amber," he said, “ l*m getting this for 
my wife. Is this tho very beat you have ? " 
“ Oh ! you want it for medicine ? ” 
“Yes, certainly.” 
“If that is the case-" The sentence was 
finished with a smile, and reaching forth for 
the bottle. 
Down Into tlie collar went the stoorkeeper 
again. There tv&a no need that he should 
empty the bottle and refill It. for be had but 
one solitary barrel from which to draw, so be 
took a turn around and soon can.o ljack, wiping 
the bottle afresh. 
“I shall have to charge you eighty-seven 
cents for this, Mr. Spooner." 
Having paid the extra charge with the utmost 
eheerluluess, Mr. Spooner placed the bottle 
again to his lips and tasted critically. 
"Ah! ” he muttered, with a bright smile and 
graceful nod, “ this is something like.” 
And he wont away entirely satisfied. Aud 
Mr, Amber, also, notwithstanding the fraud he 
had perpetrated, appeared to be satisfied, if one 
might judge from the quiet, smile that illumi¬ 
nated his rubicund visage. 
-- 
THE FORTUNE TELLER’S ALMANAC. 
To dream of a millstone about your neck is a 
sign of what you may expect if you marry an 
extravagant wife. 
It is very lucky to dreaui that you pay for a 
thing twice over; since afterward you will 
probably take care to have all your bills re¬ 
ceipted. 
Fora person Ju unembarrassed circumstances 
to dream that he is arrested is vory fortunate; 
for it is a warning to him on no account to ac¬ 
cept a bill. 
To dream of a fire is a sign that, if you are 
wise, you will see that all the lights in your 
house are cut before you go to bed. 
To dream tljat your nose Is red at the top is 
an intimation that you had better leave off 
brandy and water. 
To dream of having a great number of ser¬ 
vants is—madness. 
To dream ol a bear foretokens mischief; 
which your vision shows you is a bruin. 
When a fashionable young lady dreams of a 
filbert, it is a sign that her thoughts are run¬ 
ning upon the colonel. 
If you dream of clothes, it is a warning not 
to go to law; for, by the rule of contraries, you 
will bo sure of a non-suit. 
When a young lady dreams of a coffin it be¬ 
tokens that she should instantly discontinue 
tight stays, and always go warmly and thickly 
shod in wet weather. 
■-- 
Tom brave only know how to forgive; it is 
the most refined and generous pitch of virtue 
human nature can arrive at. Cowards have 
done good and kind actions,—cowards have 
fought, nay, sometimes even conquered ; but a 
coward never forgave. It is not his nature; 
tbe power of doing It fl <ws only from 
strength and greatness of soul, conscious of its 
own force and security, aud above tbe little 
temptations of resenting every fruitless attempt 
to Interrupt its happiness.— Steme. 
A JUDGE BECOMING A MINISTER. 
The Standard has the following from a Cali¬ 
fornia correspondent“When, in 1871, a few 
acat’ered churches on I’uget Sound resolved to 
meet at t he capital of their Territory and form 
an association, they found seven or eight Bap¬ 
tists there wishing to be organized into a Bap¬ 
tist church, and, among others, Mrs. Green 
offered herself as a mernher and her husband 
expressed his desire for baptism. A church 
was formed aud began ita work by receiving 
Judge Green by baptism, boon after the Rev. 
J. Castro began hia labors with the church. A 
house waa built, flnishod and paid for, and after 
tbe removal of Bro. Caatro to another field, 
Judge Green talked to the people on Sunday, 
visited them at their homes, gathered a Sunday 
school, and saw several converts brought Into 
the church by his efforts. Throughout the Ter¬ 
ritory, as he went to sit on the bench, his voice 
was ever raised for the Gospel. But his church 
wished the ordinance administered, and a Coun¬ 
cil was called of all the neighboring churobos 
In Washington and Oregon for his examination. 
It was organized by tho appointment of Rev. It. 
AVostou, a pioneer of thirty years i« Oregon and 
Washington, as chairman, aud J< geph Castro as 
clerk. The relation of hL Christian experience, 
views of the ministry, and views of doctrine, 
though intensely original and marked by a pe¬ 
culiar individuality, were yet eminently satis¬ 
factory, and the Council proceeded to ordain. 
And now the judge becomes also a herald of 
the Gospel, not yielding Ms seat on the bench, 
as he believes he has a large influence for good 
in tbe courts, which would otherwise be lost; 
but beloved and respected by all, he carries his 
Christian views everywhere to drive away cor¬ 
ruption and unfair dealing from the land.” 
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STRENGTH LAID UP FOR TRIALS. 
Is times of ease and prosperity we ought to 
make some preparation for future, trials. There 
should be laid up In store some strength for 
these, so that we may not be utterly surprised 
by their comiLg. This does not mean that we 
should be all She time dreadiug them, or con¬ 
cerned about them before they come. That 
would be no preparation for them, but a bin- 
deranoe to it. But without any such anxious 
and weakening apprehensions, there is much 
that may be done with a due and reasonable 
foresight. 
We should keep a suitable sense of our liabil¬ 
ity to misfortunes and trials. We should learn 
habitually to think of all our present outward 
blessings as from God, and as subject to with¬ 
drawal by Him in His own wisdom and love. 
We should have our hearts fully set, not upon 
these, the gifts of God, but upon the Giver of 
them. We should strive to become grounded 
in religious knowledge and in Christian faith 
In the days of health and comfort, so that in 
time of sickness or distress we may have a place 
of rest already prepared, and may not need to 
set about the seeking for one then. 
There are many persons who think of all 
these things when it has become too late. It 
belongs to a wise Christian man to have them 
in mind while the time for them is still present 
with him. 
