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MOORE’S BUBAL NEW-YORKER 
SEPT. 18 
on my return Is a rush to the window to see if 
I can catch a glimpse of her. 
Philip, my boy, this won't do, you know. It 
whb nil very web while you had nothing else to 
think of, but it is quite time for you to shake 
off such whimsies now. 
Tom Grant, lias been here. Tom is an old 
friend, a hare-brained fellow enough, but good 
and honest and true. We used to be great 
chums in the old days, and have never out¬ 
grown the liking. Tom is engaged, and the en¬ 
gagement is so new that the freshness lias not 
y*t worn off. He seems in a constant state of 
wonder over his good luck, and, of course, Is as 
full of his raptures as a boy is of fireworks on 
the “Glorious Fourth.” He raves about her 
hair H just wish ho could Just sec Etta's!) her 
eyes, her smile, her complexion, her hand (no 
daintier than Etta's, I’ll bo sworn!) until I am 
Melt of l lie whole subject, Instead of being fired 
with the wildest curiosity, as he fondly imag¬ 
ines. He is going to take me to call on Miss 
Laura as soon as T feel strong enough. I don't 
think that will be very soon. If it were Etta, 
now'! 
May 24.—It i* Etta! Here's a jolly go, as the 
London gamin* say. Toni came here yesterday, 
bursting in with Ids usual free-and-easy man¬ 
ner. Of course his first words were an inquiry 
whether I would go with him tins evening to 
seo Miss Laura. While 1 hesitated and bungled 
over my excuse, he was striding about the room, 
examining things, until he reached the win¬ 
dow, when he stopped short with a sudden, 
“ By George!" 
Then-well, one does feel rather dazed when 
bis castle tumbles about ids ears, even If ho 
never realized before that lie bad a castle at all. 
] have a vague Idea that I stood with my mouth 
wide open, gasping like a sick salmon, while 
Tom went on to explain that the house exactly 
in the rear was the one where Miss Laura V ane 
lived. 
“You must have seen her at the wiudow, my 
boy,” Tem went on In Lis liveliest manner. 
"Dark eyes and golden hair, you know. Of 
course you've seen her; and Isn't she a stunner?” 
Laura—Etta, Etta—Laura: what did It all 
mean? Torn went droning on, and ! heard him 
through a sort of confused mist, only waking 
at his last words: 
“So I'll come for you to-morrow night, and 
take you round there. You're to be my ‘ best 
man ’ when tho wedding comes off, you know: 
but that won’t lie Just yet.” 
Now the thing that puzzles me is which Etta 
rhall I see when I go there. If it’s the other 
Etta, all right. In the course of time I am quite 
sure that 1 can develop a brotherly Indifference 
towards her. which will not in the least inter¬ 
fere witii my friendship for Tom. If my Etta 
meets us, though—what then ? Then time must 
decide, and “ sufficient unto the day Is the evil 
thereof,” in all conscience, especially when it 
conice in such a shape as this. 
May 2fi. -Eureka! The mystery Is solvrd, and 
w hat a fool I have been never to think of it be¬ 
fore ! When T >ra and I wa’lted up the Vanes' 
steps and rang the boll, t confess that I quaked 
at heart. Which would it be, my Etta or the 
other Etta? In other words, when I met the 
actual flesh-and-blood woman, which sot of 
feelings would gain the upper hand? 
Miss Laura swept down, gorgeous in white 
and rose-color, and, us i bent, low in acknowl¬ 
edgement of Tom's presentation, I felt, with a 
sensation of Messed relief, that I found not my 
Etta, but t he otnor Etta. I had only a moment 
for my selLcongratulations,though. A second 
time t ho parlor floor swung wide, a second figure 
in white and rose-color, with the golden hair and 
soft dark eyes, glided into the room. While I 
stared aghast i felt, with a sudden thrill that 
h„re at last was rny Etta, her very self, no phan¬ 
tom, and, best of all, «>ot Tom's Miss Laura, 
aftor all 
Tom burst out laughing at my amazement, 
only half comprehending it, of course. Laura 
laughed too, and Etta smiled a shy, sweet 
smile. 
“They are twins my boy,” roared Toni. “I 
wouldn't tell you, belore, beenuse J wanted to 
sec your first look when you saw them. Did 
you ever see such a likeness? lean tell them 
apart, though, bless you! " 
“ I think I can distinguish them also,” 1 re¬ 
plied, meekly. 
Think ! la spite of Tom’s credulity, didn’t 1 
knov'% didn't f feel in every fiber, that Etta was 
my Etta, and that Tom’s Laura was the other 
Etta, and to me nothing, and less than nothing? 
I fancy there will not be many more entries 
in this diary of mine. It has been a good friend 
to me while l needed it, but the living Etta is 
sweeter and lovelier than the phantom Etta 
whom I have rashly dared to call mine. 
November 12.—1 shall not be Tom's best man 
after ali, for our weddings are to take place on 
1 he -ame day. Etta 1ms laughed, with tears in 
her eyes, over this old diary of mine, and in¬ 
sists upon my adding this last entry as a testi¬ 
mony to the virtues of back windows. 
--- 
THE HEROINE OF NEWPORT. 
Tue Springfield Republican says that Ida 
Lewis' latest exploit in pulling out from Lime 
Rock Lighthouse in the lower Newport harbor, 
recently, and rescuing a man from drowning, 
recalls the earlier achievements which have 
given her the title of "the Grace Purling or 
America.” She first came into prominence in 
lfMiC, when, on one of the coldest and most 
blustering days ever known in this latitude, 
she saved the life of a soldier who had started 
for a sail on the harbor in a light skiff. One 
day, in the autumn of 1807, while a terrible gale 
was raging, two men set out to cross the harbor 
with several sheep, and in trying to rescue one 
that had fallen overboard, came near >-warn ping 
their boat; seeing their peril from the window 
of her father's lighthouse. Miss Lewis went to 
their aid, and, after landing t hem safely, went 
back and rescued t he sheep. Hut her greatest 
exploit was performed on the 2flth of March 
IRfift, when a boat containing two youngsoldicrs 
and a boy was atruck by a squall on the harbor 
and overturned. Though ill at the time, Ida 
rushed out of the house, launched her life boat, 
sprang in, with neither list on her head nor 
shoes on her feet, reached the wreck just In 
time to save tho two soldiers as they were 
about losing their hold from exhaustion, the 
boy having meanwhile perished, rnd rowed 
them to the lighthouse. Miss Lewis should be 
among the Orel to receive the nrw decoration 
to be bestowed by Congress for heroic deeds in 
saving life. 
---- 
FARRAGUT AT TEN. 
Would you like to know how 1 was enabled 
to serve my country? It was all owing to a 
resolution 1 formed when I was ten years of 
age. My father was sent down to New Orleans 
with the little navy wo then had, to look after 
the treason of Burr. I accompanied him ae 
cabin boy J had some qualities t hat I t hought 
made a man of me. I could swear like an old 
salt: could drink as,stiff a glass of grog as if I 
had doubl' d Cape Horn, and could smoke like 
a locorn.it ivo. i was great at cards, and fond 
of gambling In every shape. At tho close of 
the dinner, one day, my father turned every¬ 
body out of the cabin, locked the door, and 
said to me : 
“David, what do you mean to be?” 
“ I mean to follow the sea." 
“ Follow the sea! Yes, be a poor, miserable, 
drunken sailor tic fore the mast, kicked and 
cuffed about the world, and rile in some fever 
hospital in a foreign clime.’’ 
“No," I said, “I'll tread the quarter-deck, 
and command, as you do.” 
“No, David: no boy ever trod tho quarter¬ 
deck with such principles as you have, and 
such habit* as you exhibit. You’ll have to 
change your whole course of life, if you ever 
become a man.” 
My father left me and went on deck. I was 
stunned by the rebuke, and overwhelmed with 
mortification. “A poor, miserable, drunken 
pallor before the mast, kicked and cuffed about 
tho world, and to die in some fever hospital! 
That's my fate, is it. ? I'll change my life, and 
change It at once, t will never utter another 
oath; I will never drink another drop of intoxi¬ 
cating liquors; I will never gamble. ' And as 
God la my witness, I have kept those three 
vows to this hour.—Commodore Farragut. 
A SCENE FROM LIFE. 
A YOUNG man entered a bar-room of a village 
tavern, and called for a drink. “ No," said the 
landlord; “you have had delirium tremens 
once, and I cannot sell you any more.” He 
stepped aside to make room for a oouple of 
young men who had just entered, and the 
landlord waited upon them very politely. The 
other had stood by silent and sullen, and w hen 
they finished, he walked up to the landlord 
and thus addressed him: “Six year- ago at 
their age, T stood where those young men are 
now. I was a man with fair prospects. Now . at 
tho age of twenty-eight., I am a wreck, body 
and mind. You led me to drink. In this 
room 1 formed the habit which lias been my 
ruin. Now sell me a few glasses more, and 
your work will be done. I shall soon be out of 
the wiy; there is no hope for me. But they 
catibcsaved. Do not sell it to them. Sell to 
me and lot me die, and the world will be rid of 
me; but for heaven’s sake sell no roore^ to 
them." The landlord listened, pale and trem¬ 
bling. Betting down his decanter, he exclaimed, 
“God help mo. this is the last drop I will ever 
sell to any one.” And he kept his word. 
-- 
CARPETS IN 1800. 
Seventy years ago carpets were rarely seen 
iD American families of the middle classes, as 
they are now rarely found in Germany. Dr, 
Lyman Beecher gives an amusing account of 
the autobiography of his first carpet at East 
Hamilton, L. I. His wife spun a bale of cotton 
and had it woven. Then she fitted it to the 
floor, sized it, and painted In oils, with a bright 
border around it, ami bunches of rqaes and 
<«her flowers over the c.eutcr. She also took 
common wooden chaira and out out figures of 
gilt paper, gluiug them on and varnishing 
them. The general effect was very beautiful. 
The East Hampton people were quite startled 
by the novelty. One of the old deacons called 
at the house, but stopped at the parlor door, as 
If afraid to enter. “Walk in, Deacon; walk 
in," said the minister. “Why, I can’t, 'thout 
stepping on it,” was the answer. Then, survey¬ 
ing it with evident admiration, he gasped out, 
“D’ye think ye can have all this and Heaven 
too?” 
—-♦♦♦- 
No trade can be so bad as none at all, nor any 
life so tiresome as that which is spent in con¬ 
tinual visiting and dissipation. To give all one’s 
time to other people, and never reserve any for 
one’s self, is to be free in appearance only, and 
a slave in effect. 
®h$ Jfitqiqg Would. Sabbath goading. 
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ONLY. 
IT is only through strong endeavor 
That we gain the distant hight: 
It is only when day is ended 
We w in the repose of night; 
It is only wheu night decllneth 
That we greet the morning light. 
It is only after our tolling 
That we long for peaceful rest; 
It is only by seelDsi sorrow 
That we feel onr life is blest; 
It is only by careful seeking 
That we learn which way is best. 
It is only through earnest searching 
That we find the hidden prise; 
It is only through earnest praying 
We learn the way to the skies; 
It is only when life Is ended 
That Heaven will greet onr eyes. 
NO SABBATH. 
In a prize essay on the Sabbath, written by a 
journeyman printer in Scotland, which for 
singular power of language and beauty of ex¬ 
pression 1ms never been surpassed, there occurs 
the following passage. Head it and then re¬ 
flect for a while what a dreary and dosclate 
page would this life present if the Sabbath were 
blotted out.from our civilization: 
Yoke fellow! think bow the abstraction of 
the Sabbath would hopelessly enslavo the work¬ 
ing classes with whom we me identified. Think 
of labor thus going on in one monotonous and 
eternal cycle, limbs straining, the brow forever 
on the rack, the fingers forever straining, the 
brow forever sweating, Ike feet forever plod 
ding, the brain forever tbrobbing, the shoul¬ 
ders forever drooping, the loins foreveracblng, 
the restless mind forever scheming. Think of 
Die beauty It. would efface, tho merry-hearted- 
riess it would extinguish, of the giant strength 
It would tame, ot the resources of nature it 
would crush, of the sickness it would breed, of 
the projects it would wreck, of the groans it 
would extort, of tho lives it. would immolate, 
and of the cheerless graves it would prema¬ 
turely dig! See them toiling and moiling, 
sweating and fretting, grinding and bewiDg, 
weaving and spinning, sowing and gathering, 
mowing and reaping, raising and building, dig¬ 
ging and planting, striving and struggling Iff 
the garden and In the field, in the granary and 
in the barn, in the factory and in the mill, in 
the w arehouse and In the shop, on the moun¬ 
tain and in the ditch, on the roadside and in 
the wood, in the city and in the country, out at 
sea and on the shore, In the days of brightness 
and of gloom. Wbat a piclure would the world 
present if we Lad no Sabbath ! 
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HOW TO READ THE BIBLE. 
Mr. Moody Buys; “ For a number of years I 
have made a rule not to read any book that 
does not. help mo to understand the Bible. I 
am a greater slave to that book than any man 
is to strong drink, and i am sure It does me a 
great deal more good. Every Christian ought 
to have a good Bible—not bo good that, you are 
afraid to mark it and ;t Concordance. I think 
I have got the key to the study of the Bible. 
Take it topically! Take ‘Love,’ for instance, 
and spend a month In searching wbat Die Bible 
cay* about love, from Genesis to Revelation. 
Thus you learn to love everybody, whether they 
love you or not. in the same way take 1 Grace,' 
‘Faith,’ ‘Assurance,’ ‘Heaven,’ and so on. 
When you reud your Bible be sure you hunt 
tor something. Read the same chapter over 
and over again till you understand it. I would 
add, make yourself thoroughly familiar with 
81. Paul’s Epistles. They are the key to all the 
Holy Scriptures. Get a reference Bible, and 
you w ill find the best commentary in the mar¬ 
gin. 
Taka one w ord in a book, such as Die' believes’ 
in St.John. Every chapter but two speaks of 
believing. Look up the nineteen personal in¬ 
terviews with Christ. Take the conversions of 
the Bible; the seven 4 ldewed a ’ and overcomes ’ 
of Revelation. See what 1 John, ui, says about 
• assurance' and the six things worth knowing. 
Take up the five 4 precious ’ things of Peter, the 
‘ycrilys* of John, the seven ‘walks'of Ephe¬ 
sians, the four‘much mores’ of Rom. IV, the 
two ’receiveds’ of John i. the seven ‘hearts” 
In Prov. xxiit, and especially an eighth, the 
‘lookings,’ the ‘ looking backs,' the 4 beholds ’ 
of the Bible.” 
-♦♦♦- 
Patience has its charm as well as its reputed 
virtue. The charm is in its cheerfulness; the 
virtue is in its quiet fortitude to wait and trust. 
One adds to tho other’s beauty just as moon¬ 
beams resting upon a placid sea add to the 
beauty of the peaceful waters. 
--- 
We want such an access of truth that the gen¬ 
eral mind cun be fed with a worthier concep¬ 
tion of God, which will make every thought of 
Him inspiring a- the dawm of morning, and wil 
banish the superstition that this life is the final 
state of probation as an insult to His plan of 
eternal education anil a chimera of a barbar¬ 
ous age.— T. Starr King. 
-- 
Some men are as grateful for kind deeds as 
the sea is when you fliDg into it a cup of water. 
