MOORE’S  RyRAL  NEW-YORKER 
Aji- 
tothellpH,  but  bom  her  head  Instlcnco.  “Ah! 
and  he  loves  you,  1  know.  Toor  lollow,  It  is  a  hard 
fate  that  separates  you  two.  Well,  jfood-by ;  I  am 
off  to-morrow.  I  would  have  trltxi  to  maJfc  you 
hapiJy,  dear,  but  one  can’t  force  one’s  affoctlons.” 
He  kliised  her  liand  and  hurried  down  the  gravel 
path  at  a  quick  pace.  “  So  that's  over.  Well,  If  1 
can’t  have  her,  neither  can  LAacEixus,  great 
booby.”  And  comforting  himself  thus,  he  smoked 
a  cigar  under  the  shade  of  the  grand  old  trees, 
which  would  one  day  be  hla  own.  and  thought  that 
for  suoii  an  estate  a  mistress  could  easily  be  found. 
“  If  she  be  not  fair  for  me,  wliat  care  I  how  fall’ 
she  be  ?”  lie  sang,  and  thus  showeil  that  ho  was 
not  utterly  broken-hearted- 
Behtik  and  the  remaining  guests  took  tholr  de¬ 
parture  the  next  morulng,  and  the  Squire  wa.s 
alone,  save  for  the  visits  of  the  Major  and  AIa.koa- 
RET,  who  was  more  than  ever  sweet  and  gentle 
with  the  old  man,  for  she  know  how  bitterly  she 
had  disappointed  him. 
Thus  the  time  wore  on ;  winter  came  and  went, 
and  Maboakbt  was  almost  entirely  alone,  save  lor 
the  companionship  of  two  old  men,  with  their 
memories  of  the  past.  And  she  Itad  the  memory 
of  her  love  and  grief,  but  she  strove  agalrua  vain 
replnlngH,  only  the  longing  to  see  Max  came  over 
her  occasloually  with  Irrepressible  power.  She 
had  never  heard  of  him  ulnee  he  left  Ileatlicote ; 
and  Bertik,  who  had  not  been  at  home  for  Christ¬ 
mas,  never  spoke  of  lUm  In  ids  lettei’s.  At  lengUi 
the  war  cloud  which  hud  been  hovering  m  er  oer- 
many  for  so  long,  burst  In  fire  and  smoke,  and  one 
day  Bertie  arrivetl  at  the  Chace  with  the  news 
of  war  between  ITussla  and  Austria.  “There’s  a 
chance  for  von  BKRNSTErN,”  he  remarked  to  Mar¬ 
garet. 
She  t  urned  pale.  “  Have  you  heard  from  him  ?” 
she  asked. 
“  O,  yes:  did  not  I  write  you  ?  He  married  some 
time  ago.  But  l  am  sure  he  wlU  return  to  his  old 
profession.  He  always  wished  for  another  war. 
It  Is  a  bore  though,  just  now,  for  I  wanU’d  to  per¬ 
suade  the  Major  and  my  father  to  take  you  tor  a 
trip  on  the  coullnoul  tlds  autumn :  would  you  not 
like  It?” 
Like  It,  and  Max  marrtod  and  about  to  engage 
in  useles-s  bloodshed  I  it  was  too  terrible. 
Events  progressed  rapidly  however,  and  the  war 
was  over  In  a  few  inonths,  and  Bismakk,  the  great¬ 
est  statesman  In  Europe,  settled  the  affairs  of 
(lermany  on  a  peaceful  looting  for  a  time  at  least. 
Ip  the  following  autumn  a  group  of  travelers— 
consisting  of  a  .fair,  chestnut-haired  girl,  a  tall, 
soldierly  young  fellow,  with  blue  eyes  and  a  droop¬ 
ing  amber  mustache,  and  two  old  gentlemen,  evl- 
denlly  English— stood  one  alternoon  In  the  Kur- 
saal  at  Baden.  The  lady  with  her  dolteate,  high¬ 
bred  biAUty,  was  the  object  of  many  admiring 
glances  from  ;i  group  of  Prussian  ofllcers  who  stood 
near.  “  Where  Is  Max  ?”  asked  one  of  them  of  Iris 
companion.  ••  Von  Bernstein  ?— he  was  here  just 
now.” 
The  Engllsli  girl  blushed  as  these  words  fell  on 
her  ear,  aiul  hei  hand  ti-emble>i  as  It  rested  on  the 
arm  of  her  escort. 
“Is his  health  Improving?”  asked  the  officer 
who  had  just  spoken. 
“  I  believe  it  is,  but  the  ball  still  troubles  him.” 
“Ah,” said  the  other;  “where  was  he  wound¬ 
ed?” 
“  In  the  chest;  that  is  hla  souvenir  of  Konlg- 
gratx— one  that  will  last  hlrn  all  his  life— but  here 
he  comes.” 
M  argaret  Tkkuerne— it  was  she  who  had  been 
listening  breathlessly  to  this  conversation— tunied 
away  her  head-  Hhc  dai  ed  mil  look  at  the  ap¬ 
proaching  ngure,  “Ah,  Wamikmar,  li.ave  you 
been  watting  long?”  said  the  deep,  rich  voice 
whose  every  tone  she  knew  and  loved. 
“  Good  heavens,”  said  ( ’aiitaln  Hf.athcote,  as  he 
too  heard  thy  voice,  “  l.s  not  that  von  Bernstein  ? 
To  he  sure  it  is.  .Maxmii.v  dear  fellow  ,”  he  ex¬ 
claimed,  dropping  Margaret's  arm  and  rushing 
forward  with  outstretched  hand,  “  how  delighted 
I  am  to  see  you  again;  and  what  a  hero  you  are, 
my  brave  old  max.” 
■Max  turned,  his  whole  face  radiant  with  joy  at 
the  sound  of  the  cheery  English  voice. 
“Bertie  llEAincoTR!  Is  It  possible  I”  but  catch¬ 
ing  sight  of  Makuauet,  who  stoou  with  avei-teu 
head,  “  .Mi’s.  Hkatbcotk  is  with  you,  T  perceive." 
“Mrs,  who?  tVhy,  It's  my  cousin  Margaret; 
you  have  not  foi’gotten  her.  I  arn  not  manled.” 
.Max  smiled,  and  pressed  Bertie's  hand  before 
advancing  Umldly  to  aiargauet  who,  wlili  wildly 
beating  heart,  awaited  his  approach.  He  bent  his 
handsome  head  before  her.  “.Mls.s  TRKnEUNE, 
may  I  beg  leave  to  recall  a  friend  to  your  remem¬ 
brance  V’ 
.She  raised  her  eycjj.  “  Count  von  Bernstein,  l 
am  glad  to  see  you  again,”  and  she  held  out.  a 
trembling  luiud,  which  waa  Instantly  taken  In  a 
warm  and  Umder  clasp.  “  How  Uundaome  ho  Is,” 
she  tnougUt  as  he  left  her  a  moment  to  shake 
hands  with  her  fatlier  and  v  lie  Sijulre.  Hut  where 
was  his  will’  ?  Would  he  speak  of  her,  or  ouglit 
she  to  do  so  first  7 
At  length  he  remnied  and  offered  her  Ids  arm 
for  a  promenade.  The  band  was  playing  outside 
the  Kuraanl,  and  the  gentlemen  were  all  in  sight  . 
Margaret’s  hand  trombled  violently,  and  the  arm 
on  which  She  leaned  was  trembling  loo.  They 
walked  up  and  down  under  the  lime  trees  for  a 
time  In  silence.,  wntchlngthe  groups  of  promenad- 
ers  and  listening  to  the  band,  which  was  playing 
one  of  Strauss’  delicious  waltzes— waltzes  wldch 
are  the  very  poetry  of  sound, Hull  of  a  tender,  mel¬ 
ancholy  longing  after  unrtminabie  happiness. 
“How  delightful  this  Is!”  said  Max  at  length. 
“Yes,  Very  diffci’eui  from  our  quiet  Heathcote,” 
she  answered. 
“  Heathcote  was  a  Paradise  1  How  much  I  have 
suffered  since  l  left  Heathcote;  and  you,  M  aroa- 
RET?”  The  last  word  came  out  lingeringly,  loudly, 
Margaret  was  silent.  “  They  told  me  you  were 
married  to  Captain  Heathcote,”  he  said. 
“  Oh,  no,”  she  said  quickly. 
“  And  you  are  free  then,  my  beautiful  English 
rose  ?”  and  he  looked  with  rapture  at  the  sweet, 
down-cast  face,  “  And  1  am  also  free,  and  rich." 
She  looketl  up.  “  And  your  wife  7" 
“  My  wife,  my  poor  Ida,  died  soon  after  our  mar¬ 
riage,  leaving  me  all  herfortuue.  She  had  anoble, 
generous  heart.  I  would  have  sought  you,  Mar¬ 
garet,  but  I  tboujfht  .you  were  married,  and  when 
the  war  broke  out,  inrew  myseir  bean  and  soul 
into  the  struggle.” 
“  And  you  w  ere  wounded.  Max  ?” 
“  Yes,  but  not  dangerously.  It  wa.s  for  the  Fath¬ 
erland,  and  now,  now  that  I  have  done  my  duty, 
1  can  claim  iny  love— for  Margaret,  I  have  never 
ceased  to  love  you.” 
’•  Nor  I  you.  Max,”  she  answered  softly. 
He  pressed  the  little  hand  resting  on  his  arm 
closely  to  his  side.  It  was  the  only  demonstration 
of  affection  he  could  make,  surrounded  as  they 
were  by  the  gay  throng;  butMARGAUET could  feel 
the  sUmig,  quick  throbs  of  hla  heart,  and  her  own 
was  beating  in  unison. 
Max  and  .Margaret  were  happy  at  last,  as  they 
desei-ved  to  be,  and  no  one  was  more  delighted 
than  Bertie,  although  sorry  to  part  with  his 
cousin  and  her  rather,  who  took  up  their  residence 
at  the  Bchloas  vnn  Bernstoln,  now  n-bullt  and 
made  a  fltttug  home  for  our  pure  EngllMi  pearl. 
And  BO  we  leave  them,  nappy  in  the  consciousness 
of  duty  richly  fulfilled, 
BKitTiE  IIEATHCOTK  married  the  fnlr  daughtA'r  of 
an  English  baronet,  and  was  as  conteiilod  as  jios- 
slble  In  Ids  own  good-humored  wai',  but  the  Squire 
never  became  quite  reconciled  to  the  loss  of  Mar¬ 
garet. 
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NO  TIME  FOR  ANYTHING, 
The  great  dlfllculty  in  this  country  is  that  we 
have  no  time  for  an.vthlng.  The  very  walk  of  an 
American  suggests  that  be  is  in  a  hurry.  An  En¬ 
glishman  buttons  hi'-  coat  and  gloves,  and  goes  to 
buslnp.ss  as  deliberately  as  no  goes  to  ehurch.  An 
Amcrlean  business  man  Hies  after  the  car,  strug¬ 
gling  with  liLs  cofit  sleeves  as  he  runs,  plunges  in 
headtoreiuost,  and  plunges  oul  at  the  end  without 
regard  to  his  neck,  t’hiei  among  our  aooldents 
stand  those  which  occur  because  pi*oplc  will  jump 
upon  flying  Indus  and  deimrtlng  boats.  To  wait 
ten  minutes  ts  something  not  to  be  thought  of. 
Dinner  Is  not  euten,  it  is  swallowed  whole;  .and 
when  one  eomes  to  the  dessert  he  finds  that  Die 
fnill  WHS  picked  before  11  wns  ripe.  Kver.vlhlng  Is 
hurried  throiign,  from  the  butldlngof  a  house  to 
the  curing  of  a  ham.  I'lio  women  who  work  on 
sewing  maciilncs  stop  before  they  come  to  the  end 
of  the  seam.  The  dres,sin:iker  sends  home  your 
dross  with  basting  1  hreads  in  It,  and  no  loops  to 
hang  It  up  by.  There  Is  iioneot  the  slow,  sure 
completeness  of  the  old  world  about  anything,  and 
even  fortunes  are  made  in  a  Iiuitj’,  and  losi  m  the 
raine  w».r.  1 1  jin.v  mun  wg  Urn  ”•  Is  n  Uy 
the  slow  and  patient  prot’cas  ol  Having,  be  “ure 
lliai  he  was  not  bom  upon  this  com  incut.  Yet 
people  live  as  long  Irtc  as  they  do  anywhere  else, 
and  the  day's  are  the  same  length.  tVliy  Is  It  that 
we  have  no  thuefor  anyllilngv 
^Tlif  ^fitfrani  Morlli. 
C, 
NEW  PUBLICATIONS. 
Tiil’Oiiali  mill  Tlifiiiiali  Hit*  Tl-<i|>ieM.— Thirty 
ThousiiuiJ  .Mllex  or  'rriiro!  tn  Oceiiiilfa,  Austra¬ 
lasia  iiiid  lodin.  By  i-'itANK  Vincent.  .Iu.,  au- 
t  or  of  “  Tho  J.and  of  the  Whltu  Elephant.’’ 
fl’imo.— pp.  .SijI.  New  York  ;  Harper  A  Bro’s. 
In  a  eomii.iraiivel.s  small  volume  our  author 
glve.s  an  Interehtlng,  .and  moBt  entertaining  and 
InfftrucLlvc.  nari’iiUve  ol  his  travels  and  observa- 
Uoiis  to  and  in  the  countries  named,  with  gUtueea 
also  at  Term  del  Fuego  mid  California.  Omitting 
all  clrcumlocur.ton  and  bunconib,  ilie  author  im¬ 
parts  tJie  gist  of  his  expeiiencPH  by  sea  and  land 
Inudhx'et,  ii,itural style— giving  the  .salient  points 
prominence,  and  rendering  them  Interesilug,  wlth- 
oul  burdening  the  reader  v.  lih  uulmporUint  de¬ 
tails  or  imaginary  speculations.  'i lie  work  is  in¬ 
deed  a  most  enjoyable  one,  by’  a  close  observer, 
who  Is  evidently  a  man  of  culini’P  and  eosmopol- 
Itnu  experience.  The  vnluuic  Is  a.  Ottlag  com¬ 
panion  or  follower  ot  .Mr.  Vincest’s  rnrmer  v\  ork,  I 
“  I'lie  Land  of  the  While  Eleidianl,”— wldch  waa 
most  favoratdy  received,  lioth  here  and  abroad, 
aad  traualaied  into  several  languages  — and  is 
commended  to  all  who  would  obtain  much  inter- 
e.<?Ung  Inlurroatiou  lii  eompiicl  form  and  without 
brain  wparlne.ss. 
Till-  Sunny  Side.  A  Book  of  Senas  for  Sunday- 
School  nnd  Home.  By  Charles  VV.  Wendtk 
aiid  U.  B.  FriiKiNS.  New  York :  Wm.  A.  Pond  | 
A  Co  ,  No.  M7  Broadway.  [138 p.  Price,  ;ki  cents.] 
We  have  rarely  had  occasion  to  notice  a  book 
that  Is  more  perfeelly  adapled  to  Its  purpose  than  , 
tilts.  The  poetry  Is  mostly  or  a  high  order,  and 
tho  music,  while  shuple,  as  11  ought  to  be  for  , 
children,  Is  not  commonplace,  being  from  the  pens  | 
of  some  of  onr  besl-knowii  composers,  it  is  a 
thoroughly  goi  d  book,  and  will  be  popular  if  the 
publishers  advertise  H  properly.  | 
Aitieiiii(cni’a«.  Edited  for  Sohnnla  and  Oolleires 
by  K.  A.  March.  D.  D..  with  Explanatory  Notes 
by  W.  B.  ovvvN.  A.  M.,  Adjunct  Professor  of 
Cinistiiin  Grtek  In  lAifayeite  College.  [i2mo.— 
pp.  262.)  New  York  ;  Harper  &  Brothers. 
This  is  Vol.  IV.  oi  the  "Douglass  series  of 
f'bi’lstlau  Greek  and  Latin  W'rlters  ”— a  course  of 
text  books  ileslgned  to  replace  the  works  In  our 
colleges  and  lUyli  schools  now  mostly  fH.T‘Upiod  by 
the  so-called  pagan  authors.  The  volumes  of  the 
series  alri'udy  puldlsheti  include  "  Latin  Hymns,” 
“Eu8eblas”thc  lirst  book  of  his  “  EecIcsIii-sUcal 
History;”  “Tennlllan,”  selwt  work.s;  and  the 
present  —  “ Alhenagoras,” ihls  “Plea  for  Chrls- 
tlans,”  and  “  Kosurrixaion  of  the  Dead.”  Two 
more  of  the  series  arc  In  preparation- “  Justin 
-Martyr”  and  St.  Augustine,”  the  foi'raer  edited 
by  Prof.  Gildbrslkeve  of  the  University  of  Va., 
and  the  latter  by  Prof.  Crowell  of  Amherst  Col¬ 
lege. 
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BOOKS  RECEIVED. 
Among  the  most  readable  works  of  Action  issued 
the  present  season  are  the  three  following.  In¬ 
cluded  In  the  “Library  of  Select  Novels”  pub¬ 
lished  by  Harper  &  Brothers  : 
Owm  Great  Work.  By  the  author  of 
“The  .Htory  of  Wandering  Willie,”  "Conrad  the 
Squirrel,”  Ac,  [The  iiuihorslilp  of  this  delightful 
story  is  uttrlbul^  to  Lady  Augusta  Noel,  daugh¬ 
ter  of  Ihrd  Albemarle.] 
VicUir  and  VanquMted.  By  .Marv  CECIL  Hay, 
author  of  “uld  -Middleton’s  Money,”  “The 
Squire’s  Legacy,”  &c. 
liaivrH.  By  James  Payn,  author  of  “Walter’s 
M’ord,”  “One  of  the  Family,”  “Won  — Not 
Wooed,”  «c. 
I  hc  above  are  handsomely  Issued,  In  paper 
covei’s,  at  ao  cents  each. 
T.  B.  Peterson  &.  Bros.,  of  Phlla.,  send  us  the 
following  cheap  novels: 
FES. 
Sabbat!)  ‘^{fabiiui, 
WHILE  BELOW. 
.SiiAJdxc!  min;rlei1  joy  and  sorrow, 
Hoiie  to-day  and  fear  to-monw, 
.Strength  of  heart  we  ncede  must  borrow. 
While  below. 
Sunshine  with  the  storm  i«  Wended ; 
O’er  the  flood  the  bow  in  liendnd ; 
Trusting  soula  Khali  be  befriended 
While  below. 
Mid  the  tempest  blooms  the  willow ; 
Sings  the  sailor  on  the  blUow ; 
Ho|S>  of  heaven  may  be  our  pillow, 
While  bfdow. 
Though  the  way  seem  dark  before  us. 
Oft  the  clouds  are  rifted  o’er  us. 
And  we  hear  the  angel  chorus 
While  below. 
Love  has  never  vainly  striven ; 
Needed  strength  is  ever  given ; 
Dawna  on  us  the  light  of  heaven, 
While  below. 
From  the  Captain  of  salvation. 
Faith  shall  have  its  coronation ; 
Shout  we  then  in  exultation, 
VVhUe  below. 
Georije;  Or.  The  Planter  Of  the  Isle  of  France. 
By  Alex.  Dumas. 
FHiuo  tie  Chambure;  Or,  The  Female  Fiend.  By 
Alex.  Dumas. 
The  Tiri'n  LieutemnU;  Or,  The  Soldier’s  Bride. 
By  ALEX.  Dumas. 
Mp  HuKband'M  First  Love,  (Gina  Montaul.)  By 
Mrs.  Henry  Wood. 
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NEW  MUSIC, 
We  have  received  from  1\'m.  a.  Pond  &  Co.,  No. 
647  Broadway  and  30  Union  Square,  N.  Y.: 
“Fourth  Company  Quickstep.”  by  C.  S.  Gra- 
eulla— A  bold,  stirring  melody.  ••  Evening  Siong,’ 
—  A  liomaii/a  for  Piano,  by  Henry  Klkbkk. 
“Down  Among  de  Sugar  Cane”— A  character 
Houg.byAUTJii  R  D.  Blake.  “Lord,  Whom  M'lnds 
and  tVaves  Obey  ”— AnUiem  for  four  voices,  by  H. 
Millard  -  A  very  pleasing  and  effective  piece,— 
good  to  have  and  to  hear.  “Saviour  DlMne,  We 
Ihmd  Before  Thee/  "My ‘Faith  lawks  Up  to 
Tlice,”  “Jesu,  Lover  of  My  Soul”— Three  excel- 
lent  sacred  quartettes,  by  S.  B.  Whitkly.  “  Ver- 
legenbelt”— An  easy  song,  with  Oerm,an  and  En¬ 
glish  words.  It  la  issued  In  D  llat  for  Soprano,  and 
In  B  flat  for  Baritone  or  Alto. 
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LITERARY  NOTES. 
In  Gt-i  iuany  Ihcrt*  are  now  two  magazines  de¬ 
voted  chiefly  to  poetry. 
The  I’nlted  .states  sent  $95,CT8  worth  of  printed 
books  to  ICngland  during  the  fiscal  year  1874-76. 
Prop.  Hartt  of  Cornell  University  writes  the 
article  “Bimll”  for  the  “  Encyclopedia  Brittan- 
lilca.” 
St.  George  Miltaut’s  new  work,  “  Lessons  from 
Nature,  as  .Manifested  In  Mind  and  Manner,”  Is 
Just  ready  In  London. 
The  work  on  Libraries,  to  lx*  Issued  by  the  Bu¬ 
reau  of  Education,  will  be  of  much  wider  scope 
Uian  was  at  first  conteniplatod, 
The  President  (Stearns)  of  Amhei’si  says  lliai 
the  modern  system  of  education,  cnibracJng  a 
muUlpHclty  or  topics,  is  Injurious  to  the  memory. 
Gen.  Bead,  our  Minister  to  Greece,  Is  said  to  be 
writing  a  history  of  lh.it  country.  It  will  be  the 
fullest  and  most  complctchlstory  ot  Greece  ever 
imbllshed. 
The  Rev.  G.  R.  Crooks,  I).  D.,  is  hard  at  work 
upon  the  “Life  and  Letters  of  Rev.  Dr.  John  Mc- 
ilDitock,”  but  the  volume  will  not  be  Issued  for 
some  months. 
The  Ucv.  J.  S.  c.  Abbott  will  add  another  blog- 
raphj— probably  one  of  Franklin— to  complete 
his  series  of  “  .American  Pioneers  and  Patriots,"  in 
twelve  Tolnmoa. 
Jacob  Fkei,  the  popular  Swiss  novelist,  died  In 
Berne  on  ihc  80th  of  Deewnber.  For  many  years 
he  was  one  of  the  foremost  WTlters  of  romantic 
literature  In  Switzerland, 
An  essay  by  the  late  GeorgeOroteon  “Aristotle 
as  a  Moral  Teacher,”  has  been  found  among  the 
hl3iori:in's  papers,  and  Is  announced  for  publica¬ 
tion,  with  other  posthumous  papei-s. 
The  King  of  Bavaria  has  be.stowed  the  knight¬ 
hood  of  the  Order  of  Maximilian  on  Professor  Max 
Muller.  This  Order  is  confined  to  a  limited  num¬ 
ber  of  men  distinguished  in  science  and  art. 
The  following  Americans  have  been  elected  cor¬ 
responding  members  of  the  Imperial  Academy  of 
Sciences  In  8U  Petersburg :  Pi’of.  Newcomb  of  tLe 
Naval  Observatory  at  Washington;  Prof.  Gould 
of  tlie  South  American  Argentine  Republic,  and 
J'rof.  Vr'hltney  of  Y’ale  College. 
A  NEW  work  on  “  Burmah  and  Its  Inhabitants.” 
by  Charles  Gordon.  Is  announced  lu  Txmdon.  In 
this  latter  workthe  ethnology,  zcfology  and  botany 
of  the  country  will  be  treated  of,  and  many  traits 
and  peculiarities  of  the  people  of  this  compara¬ 
tively  unknown  land  are  to  be  given. 
“  OUR  Poetical  Favorites— Second  Series”— being 
a  collection  of  the  Best  Minor  Poems  In  the  En¬ 
glish  Language,  by  Prof.  A,  C.  Kendrick  of  the 
University  of  Rochester,  h.a8  Just  been  published 
by  Sheldon  &  Co.  of  this  city.  The  first  series 
proved  very  popular,  and  the  present  will  proba¬ 
bly  rt'celve  like  favor. 
HONESTY-A  BRIEF  SERMON. 
Everybody  says  that  everybody  should  be 
Jionest;  but  everybody  is  not  honest  either  abroad 
or  at  home.  That  we  should  be  honest  in  our 
trade,  weights  and  measures,  dealing  with  our 
nelghliors  and  with  strangers  Is  also  clearly  rtghu 
That  a  strong  principle  of  Integrity  should  govern 
us— Is  Just  what  every  man  not  only  admits  but 
believes  and  contends  for.  There  Is  no  such  thing 
as  being  too  honest.  Honesty  Is  a  virtue  better 
than  gold,  richer  than  rubles,  more  precious  than 
gems  and  cosUj'  trappings.  It  is  much  richer 
adormnent  for  manhood  or  womanhood  than 
wealth  can  ptirchasc  or  place  secure.  To  be 
honest  ts  to  be  like  a  child  and  like  an  ungel,  and 
Christ  said  of'Utt.le  children,  of  .such  as  la  the 
kingdom  of  Heaven.  But  we  wl.sh  to  write  a 
word— a  strong  word— in  heh.air  of  lioncsty. 
There  are  many  people  who  are  honest  away 
from  home.  They  make  home  promises  only  to 
break  them.  As  husbands  they  make  a  thousand 
and  one  promises  to  their  wives,  and  hint  a  thou¬ 
sand  gooil  things  and  raise  ma.ny  pleasant  expec¬ 
tations  they  never  seem  to  think  ot  again.  As 
wives,  they  practice  a  thou.sand  little  decolLs, 
equivocate  many  times,  when  stralghtfonvard 
honesty  was  just  the  thing  required.  As  parents, 
they  conceal,  go  around  the  truth,  deceive,  and 
often  actually  falsify  to  the)  rchlldron,  when  the 
truth  Is  always  better,  always  the  be.st.  The 
children  see  their  parents'  (lonhle-deaUngs,  sco 
then  want  of  tnvc^rltr,  and  learn  to  chcaL  Uccolve 
and  equivocate.  The  child  Is  too  often  a  chip  off 
the  old  block. 
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THOUGHTS  FOR  THINKERS. 
Hope,  though  valuable,  Is  not  always  a  sure  an¬ 
tidote  to  misfortune. 
A  GOOD  conscience  seats  the  mind  on  a  rich 
throne  of  la.sUng  quiet. 
Mrtue  is  tho  greatest  ornament,  and  good 
sense  tho  best  equipage. 
in  your  worst  estate,  hope ;  in  your  best  estate, 
fear;  In  every  estate  be  circumspect. 
IN  the  Christian  I’oce  all  patient  runners  win, 
and  In  the  Christian  battle  all  who  endure  to  the 
end  are  victors. 
Let  the  Arc  be  alway.s  burning  brightly  and 
ardently  on  your  own  altar,  wherever  it  may  blaze 
or  blink  besides. 
j  KNOW  of  but  two  beautiful  things the  starry 
heavens  above  my  head  and  the  sense  of  duty 
•within  my  heart.— 
He  that  has  tasted  all  the  hltxerness  of  evil 
fears  to  commit  It,  and  he  that  hath  felt  the 
sweetness  of  mercy  wUi  fear  to  offend  it. 
Every  day  brings  its  own  duties  and  carries 
them  along  wltli  11;  and  the.v  are  waves  broken 
on  the  shore,  many  like  them  coming  after. 
Peace  is  the  flowing  or  a  brook,  but  joy  Is  the 
dashing  ot  the  cataract  when  the  brook  Is  filled, 
bursts  Its  banks  and  rushes  down  the  rocks.— 
fipnryion. 
It  la  never  too  late  with  us  so  long  as  we  are 
still  aware  of  our  fuults  and  bear  them  patiently 
—so  long  as  aspirations  eager  for  conquest  stir 
wltliin  us. 
We  are  all  sculptors  and  painters,  and  our  ma¬ 
terial  Is  our  own  tlesli  and  blood  and  bones. 
Any  nobleness  begins  at  once  to  refine  a  man's 
features,  and  iiieannesa  or  sensuality  xo  Imbrute 
them.— T/icrcaw. 
Hope  Is  the  l.a.st  thing  that  dies  In  man,  and 
though  It  be  exceedlugly  deceltfuL  yet  it  is  of 
this  good  rise  to  us,  that  while  we  are  traveling 
through  life  It  conducts  us  in  an  easier  and  more 
pleasant  way  to  our  jornmey’s  end.— RocAc/oucauW. 
If  (iod,  tiur  Heavenly  Father,  seems  distant  and 
uninviting  to  ua,  It  Is  because,  like  the  prodigal 
son,  we  have  taken  our  portion  of  goods  and  gone 
into  a  far  country  to  set  up  for  ourselves,  that  xve 
may  foolishly  enjoy,  rather  than  reverently  serve. 
A»  the  fountain  finds  its  expression  in  over¬ 
flowing.  as  a  river  in  rushing  to  the  infinite  main, 
as  trees  In  bursting  Into  life  and  blossom  In  the 
spring-tide,  so  God  feels  It  his  Joy  to  give  liberally, 
and  w  give  above  all  we  ask,  or  think,  or  desire, 
for  Christ’s  $&ke.—OunmiTiff.  .  f 
