AUG. 14 
JEsult^’ foj[tfoli(j. 
THE BEAUTY ALL ABOUND. 
There’ 9 beauty all around us. 
That every one can see; 
It glitters in the dew-drop. 
And blossoms on the tree: 
It gleams in morning sun-light. 
And blates forth at noon, 
Gilds evening clouds with glory 
And shines from night’s pale moon. 
There’s beauty in the pine tree, 
That takes the lightning’s breath ; 
And beauty In the violet 
Hid by the meadow path; 
And in the drooping fern leaf, 
And in the blushing rose; 
’Tls In the oak; 'tls In the grass; 
In everything that grows. 
A grand, majestic beauty 
The mighty torrent (Ills, 
But the little brook I* lovely 
That flows among the hills. 
The Occidental mountains 
Shoot beauty spires In air; 
The humblest vale of all the earth 
Holds something wondrous fair. 
And all great souls of goodness 
Transcend In beauty rare 
The sunlight’s dazzling glory. 
Or that the diamonds wear. 
But the children haven beauty 
Which passeth e’en the flowers! 
And God be thanked for sending them 
To grace these homes of ours! 
SEPARATE POOKET-BOOKS. 
Husbands and wives are not one in any such 
sense ns to obviate the necessity, or at least the 
propriety, of each having a purse with money 
In It that each shall fee! free to U86 as lit* orshe 
chooses. Tastes differ, and it in not fair that 
men or women Bhail bo required entirely to 
subordinate their wishes in trifling matters to 
the party of the other part. If they choose to 
do so, weil and good. Such deference to the 
opinions of a husband by a wife Is all the more 
becoming when known to be voluntary and 
not compulsory. A wife often wishes to give 
money in charity, and she may sometimes like 
to make a pleasant surprise for Her husband In 
the shupe of some appropriate present. How 
is she to do this if sho has to go to him and ex¬ 
plain in detail what money she needs and what 
use she propose., to make of It? In bestowing 
charity, wo are told not to lot tbo left hand 
know what the light hand giveth; hut how Is 
this precept to be fulfilled by the thousands of 
women who are the “ right hand " of so many 
households in works of charity where the left 
hand. I.helr husband’s, keeps all the money ? A 
lady, evidently a farmer’s w ife, writes very sen¬ 
sibly on this topic In the Western Rural, as 
follows; 
•‘Every woman ought to have her own pock¬ 
et-book and some wav of making money that 
is her own. There are a number of ways on a 
farm that this can be done, If one has a mind to 
tl ltd them. I have a friond who has all the but¬ 
ter sho sells, or rather all the money she gets 
for it, for her own; she does with it as she 
pleases and accounts for it to no one, and her 
husbund (sensible man) thinks it. all right. 1 
would not give a snap to make my husband a 
present bought with the money 1 had by hard 
exertion coaxed from him. Who Would? Ho 
perhaps would not what I wanted with It. 
I do not want to tell him lust then, therefore 
he does not think I uced it. Perhaps l don’t; 
but I notice that, the slippers 1 got bottomed 
with it and gave to him on his hlrthduy or 
Christmas were thought by him to be all right, 
and he didn’t “see how he had ever got along 
without them." Had I told him at the time 
what I wanted of the money, half the pleasure 
of receiving aud ail the pleasure of giving 
would have been gone. 
“Suppose you are out in company and the 
ladles are raising a little private fund of their 
own, as is often the case, how small a woman 
feels to be compelled to say, 4 1 would like to 
give something, but Mr. D. has got the pocket- 
book, and he is not here !* Don’t you think 
Mr. D. would feel rather mean over it when 
3hewent home and told him about It, aft she 
would be sura to do? 
"How many men can we pick out who have 
every kind of improved machinery to help 
along their work, who arc every now and then 
buying some patent right concern, of no use to 
themselves or any one olse, while the wlfo 
doesn’t have any of tbo helps there arc for her 
sex—often not even a washer or wringer! I 
can find plenty suolu Would it be so if she 
had some of the mouey to spoud? 
“Does not a woman look better with a neat 
dress, nice collar and a bow of bright ribbon, 
than with the dress minus the collar and bow? 
Still, If she bad asked you to get them,’ you 
would probably have told her it was ‘all fool¬ 
ishness having such flxins'—she could do just 
as well without them.’ The woman that uevor 
has a little extra money for her own use soon 
gets tired of trying, and then Is pretty sure to 
go to the other extreme. Give me the woman 
that carries her own pocket-book, and the man 
who thinks it is ail right for her to do so. 
“ Pleasant Hill, Iowa. Aunt Patsy.” 
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An evil deed eats like a canker. Long, weary 
years hardly efface the errors of a day. 
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MOOBE’S BUBAL NEW-YORKER. 
A LEAF FROM SCHOOL MEMORIES. 
BY AUNT NEB. 
How vividly I remember our first knowledge 
of death 1 One morning little Henry was 
missing from school, and we were told by our 
teacher, who was boarding at his home, that 
he had been taken violently ill during the 
night and that a doctor had been sent for. 
Later in the day we learned that ho had brain- 
fever and that it was feared he could not live. 
The next morning, when school opened, our 
teacher told us Henry was deod—that never¬ 
more would we bear his voice in our classes— 
never again would he Join ns in our plays! 
But wo did not fully realize this until the next 
day, when Wo nil ware requested to attend his 
funeral. Then as we saw the wondrous change 
suffering and death had made—saw hirn in his 
narrow bed, dressed, as was the cu-roiii of 
those days, in the shroud of white—tho first 
solemn mysteries of death were impressed 
upon our minds; and as we left hlui in the si¬ 
lence and gloom of the grave, at the close of 
that, cold, wintry day, wo felt, that death was 
indeed the " King of Terrors !” 
We lutd often been told of heaven, of its 
pure delights, of the absence of all sorrow 
there; but it. was a far nil' place, a strange 
country—so strange that wo dreaded to even 
think of over leaving tho bright <issociaiMous of 
this world and being obliged to go there. For 
we were too young then to grasp the blessed 
doctrine of immortality; we had not that, liv¬ 
ing faith which now bridges the dark river— 
had not comprehended, even In part, the glori¬ 
ous beauty ami fullness ot that most precious 
eleventh chapter of Hf. .lohn, where the 
mourner who 3 eoks may surely find comfort; 
for that resurrection miracle was not alone for 
those sorrowing Miters, but an assurance for 
every breaking human heart that tho dead are 
in Hi* keeping, and that in His own good time 
He will, with the voice of power and love, re¬ 
unite the broken ties of this lif^ ! 
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BEAUTY AND BRAINS. 
Some newspaper writer reviews the lamenta¬ 
ble truism that literary women are seldom 
bountiful. Their features, particularly their 
foreheads, are more or less masculine. But 
thorn arc exceptions to all rules, and Miss 
Landon was an oxccption to tills one. Sho 
was exceedingly feminine and pretty. Mrs. 
Slanton likewise is a pretty woman, but Miss 
Anthony and Mrs. Livermore are both plain. 
Marla and .Jano Porter wore women of high 
brows and irregular features, as was also Miss 
Sedgwick. Anna Dlcklns on has aatrong, mas¬ 
culine face; If ate Field has a good-looking 
though by no moans pretty one, and Mrs. 
Stowo is thought to be positively homely. 
Alice and t’hokbo Cary wore both plain In fea¬ 
tures, though their sweetness of disposition 
added greatly to their personal appearancs. 
Margaret Fuller had ;«■ splendid head,but her 
features were Irregular and ah.i was anything 
but handsome, though sometimes in the glow 
of conversation sho appeared Imot t radiant. 
Charlotte Bronte had wondrously beautiful 
dark-brown eyes and a perfectly-shaped head. 
She was small to dinrilnutivonc.;*, and was as 
simple In her manners a- a child. Julia Ward 
Howe Is a flue-looking woman, wearing an as¬ 
pect of grace, refinement and great force of 
character in her (are and carriage. Laura 
Holloway resembles Charlotte Bronte both in 
personal appearance und tho sad experience of 
her young life. Neither Mary Booth nor Ma¬ 
rion Harland can lay claim to handsome faces, 
though they are splendid spoOimuns of culti¬ 
vated women, while Mary Clemmer Ames is 
just as pleasing In her features as her writings 
are graceful and popular. 
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A WOMAN SEVEN TIMES WEDDED. 
The Smyrna (Del.) Times reports the mar¬ 
riage on the 30th of June of Mr. Benjamin 
Abbott to Mrs. Mary Piutt. This is the 
seventh time the lady has been married, each 
time except the first to a widower, and she has 
never borne any children, though her succes¬ 
sive husbands had largo families by former 
marriages. 
Mrs. Abbott’s names have been eight in ail 
— Miss Williams, Mrs. Truax, Mrs. Furrow, 
Mrs. Riggs, Mrs. Wallace, Mrs. Berry, Mrs. 
Pratt, and now Mrs. Abbott. The lady und her 
husbands have always lived in the same local¬ 
ity, and each one knew the others all their 
lives. Mrs. Abbott is upward of seventy years 
of ago, and had boon a widow for five years 
previous to bsr last marriage—the longest term 
of widowhood she ever experienced. She al¬ 
ways had a proseutimout that she should huvo 
seven husbands, but it Is doubtful if much was 
ever eald about this to her former partners, or 
if they would have liked conversation on this 
subject. At all event* tho presentiment bus 
come true, but it is surely to be hoped that the 
lady will not have any more. 
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The most hideous-looking women on earth 
are said to live In tho Valley of Spiti, which Is 
a mouutuia-bouud, almost inaccessible place, 
12,000 feet above the sea, among the Himalaya. 
Their features are large and coarse, the expres¬ 
sion of their faces is usually a natural grimace, 
and they hang huge rings In their noses, pre¬ 
senting altogether a frightful appearance. 
tell me what you mean. A boot-black afraid of 
swearing 1 That Is a good joke I " 
“ I am afraid of It, sir; f don't want to hear 
It, or go where it Is, and J won't work for a mau 
who swears at me." 
"And you want, to make me htdievo that you 
don’t swear ? Why, there is not one of your 
trade that wouldn’t both swear aud steal." 
O, you arc much mistaken : many of the boys 
neither steal nor swear. 1 am sure nothing 
could make me steal, and f cannot afford to 
swear." 
"Cannot afford to swear! Come, now, do 
you moan to say that it costs anything to 
swear? ” 
" Yes, sir ; It, would coat mo more than a mil¬ 
lion of pounds." 
“ What, a million of pounds! In what way is 
your money invested ? ” 
" Ja the pearl of groat price. Ifllostitmy 
soul would lie tiio forfeit; so, you sue, 1 ounnot 
afford to swear. My Sunday school teacher 
teaches me that, it is wicked, and my mother 
forbids me to do it, I should disobey all of 
thorn if I did It, and lose my soul; so, you see, 
sir, I cannot afford to swear." 
“Tho boy is right,’’ said tiio young man who 
hail listened to tho conversation in silence. 
" But how happens It. that you aro different 
from your companions? They do not think it 
a sin to swear; aud I suppose some of thorn go 
to Sunday school, too," 
" Perbays they havo no mother," said Charlie, 
“or not such a good ono as mine." 
“ Well, here’s your mouey, Boots; I suppose 
I do swear i lilllo, but [ am only one out of 
many." 
“But always one more, sir. And then the 
little boys hear you, and see you drossod so fine 
they think it. must be smart, and they learn to 
swear, too. 1 thought so myself at first. Thank 
you, sir,” as he took the mouey, which wsb 
silver instead of copper; "and please, sir, do 
not swear any more." 
“I will think of It," said tbo youth, as he 
passed on ; and ho did think of It; though ho 
felt rather sore at learning his duty from a 
shoe-black. 
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STICK TO IT, YOUNG MAN. 
If any young man has embarked his life in 
the pursuit of knowledge, let him go on with¬ 
out doubting or fearing the event ; lot him not 
he intimldutcd by tho cheerless beginnings of 
knowledge, by the darkness from which hover 
arouDd her, by the wretched habitation In 
which sho dwells, by tho want and sorrow 
which sometimes journey In her train. But let 
him ever follow her as an augol that guard* 
him, and as the genius of his life. She will 
bring him out at last Into the light of day, and 
exhibit him to the world, comprehensive in ac¬ 
quirement, fertile In resources, rich in imagina¬ 
tion, strong in reasoning, prudont and powerful 
above bis fellows In all the relations and all tho 
offices of life.—Sydney Smith. 
Svhe flutter. 
ACROSTIC-No. 1. 
1. One of the Danish kings of England. 2. A 
daughter of tho Empress Josephine. 3. One of 
t he fathers ol church history. 4. A Roman em¬ 
peror. 6, A battle of the Crimean war. 8, A 
Federal general. 7. V Confederate general. 8. 
A king of ancient, Babylon. 0. A classic pool. 
10. Tho hero of Scottish history. 11. A French 
queen. 12. A Grecian orator. 13. One of the 
lirst names in English history. 14. A Greek 
poet. 15. An Era torn sovereign. 16. A Spartan 
lawgiver. 17. A mythological hero. 18. The 
richest mau of the world. 10. One of tho seven 
wise men of Greece. My whole Is a oapltul 
motto. ij, o. 
J2T" Answer in two weeks. 
DECAPITATION.—No. 2. 
At first I’m in a queer and funny mood. 
Cut off my bead and I am what merchants set 
upon their goods. 
Cut off my head and neck and I’m a kind of 
grain. 
Remove my head again and I’m delightful in 
summer but terrible in winter. 
Take off my head again and I’m a French 
pronoun. 
My head again remove and a vowel stands 
alone. 
tW" Answer in two weeks. Little One. 
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PUZZLER ANSWERS.—July 31. 
Miscellaneous Anagrams No. 1. —1. in¬ 
fanticide. 2. Recommendation. 3. Entertain¬ 
ments. 4. Supercargo. 5. Superintendence. 0. 
Subterraneous. 7. Subordination. 8. Ambas¬ 
sador. 9. Amalgamate. 10. Generalissimo. 11. 
Pneumonia. 12. Chesapeake. 
Hidden Parts ok a Church No. 1.—1. Pew. 
2. Spire. 3. Chancel. 4. Beil. 5. Organ. 6. 
Font. 7. Alulc. 8. Choir. 
Miscellaneous Enigma No. 2.—“The pitch¬ 
er goes often to the well, but it is broken at 
last." 
Illustrated Rebus No. 3. — Grasshopper 
famine. 
Ckoss-Word Enigma No, 3.—Grant. 
