MOORE’S  RURA!-  WEW-YORKER 
Ann  Mabfil  drew  liprsolf  up  with  a  pride  no  less 
genuine  Dian  that  of  tlio  KalrfaxoR,  If  she  was  “a 
WlsfXdiKln  fariMiT'H  daui^ht^T.” 
Miss  Thorpe  wont  liome  feelltiff  that  New  York 
had  lost  all  its  charms  for  her.  .She  had  been 
very  hapj)y  In  the  grroai.  metropolis,  with  u  jrlrl’H 
innooem,  uasophlsUcated  happiness;  but  It  was 
all  over  now,  And  when  Charles  Kalrfax  called 
the  ne,\t  day  he  was  asUiunded  Ui  learn  that  Miss 
Thorpe  had  irone  home. 
.So  ended  Charley’s  youn^r  dream  of  love,  until 
the  ncAt  jn-ettyplri  should  strike  Its  answerlnij 
chord.  And  cieve  I'alrfu,\  thought  no  more  of 
the  girl  who  had  given  him  a  rnotncnlary  ntinoy- 
anoe,  save  to  congratulate  Idmstdf  on  tlio  fact 
that  the  danger  w.is  over. 
An  Oidober  aft'-rnoon,  with  an  atmosphere  fiUl 
of  bracing  tigor,  In  the  wide  chimney  of  tltc  long, 
lotv,  lann-honse  kllehon  blazed  a  lire  of  well- 
he.asoned  logs,  and  .Mabel  Tliorpe,  standing  In  tlie 
level  crlniwjn  light,  seemed  the  very  Jncarnal.lon 
of  the  home  deity,  111  Jier  calico  dres.s  and  rulUed 
white  apron. 
“Howl."*  he  now,  mother 7“  she  asked,  with  a 
sllglil  shadow  Of  un.\lety  In  her  eyes,  as  a  plump, 
matronly  dame  came  down  the  narrow,  wjudiug  I 
sHilrway  that  led  up  from  the  ehlmney  Jamb. 
“(>h,  he’s  better,"  said  'I’horpe,  bilskly. 
“  He'll  do  well  cnougl)  now.  I  don't  see  how  he 
could  iwssllUy  have  been  so  careless  as  to  let  the 
gnu  discharge  itself  through  Ids  own  arm.’’ 
“  Jt  win  be  some  time  before  he  rwovers,  l  sup¬ 
pose,  mother  v” 
“  Your  father  says  he  wouldn’t  be  surprised  if  It 
was  a  moiiLh  before  be  got  well  around  again.’’ 
“  A  month  ! '  M abel  Thorpe  drew  a  long  breath. 
Of  all  men  in  the  world,  she  most  disliked  and 
dlstruslod  Cieve  Kalrfax,  yet  here  he  was,  thrown, 
as  It  were,  on  their  hands  for  the  very  Imon  of  Ids  i 
lire,  l.lttlo  had  honest  oltl  Ohed  Thoipe  thought  I 
when  he  brought  home  the  disabled  Kporusrnan,  I 
uijon  whom  he  had  stundded  through  ilie  merest 
cUiiuce  In  the  world,  wliom  he  was  bearing  across 
Ids  threshold.  Mabel  did  not  Judge  It  best  to  en- 
llghlcn  him. 
“  We  were  never  Introduced  to  each  other,’’  .she 
thought,  “and  It  Is  not  likely  that  ho  will  recog¬ 
nize  me,  or  even  remember  my  name.” 
But  when  Cieve  began  to  get  better,  Mabel 
could  not  liut  feel  th.at  it  now  change  was  coming 
over  the  life  that  had  been  rescued  fnjin  the 
grave. 
And  Cieve,  watching  her,  began  to  have  vague 
ldea.s  of  a  home-  and  Its  homo  goddess. 
The  marvel  aud  jny.sLery  of  love— who  may  ever 
hope  lo  road  Its  enigmas?  Kor  cieve  Kairfux,  | 
who  had  run  (ho  ganid.Iei  of  innumerable  .New  , 
York  seasons  heart-whole  and  unscathed,  had  | 
come  benealh  the  lowly  roof  of  a  Western  farm  , 
house  lo  lose  his  heart  after  all! 
“Mabel!”  j 
He  spoke  one  night,  after  a  long  silence,  as  she  . 
sat  opposite,  epdet  and  sclf-<-ontalned.  «  . 
“  Yes,  Mr.  l-'alrlax.”  , 
“1)0  you  know  that  the  doctor  ha.s  decided  that  g 
1  may  go  away  next  week  ?”  jj 
“  I  heard  them  say  so  tills  morning.”  g 
“  .Shall  you  be  .sorry  to  have  me  gone,  Mabel  ?”  j- 
.She  glanced  quiet  ly  toward  him.  ^ 
“Of  cour.se  It  will  be  lonely  without  you,  Mr. 
Fairfax."  ^ 
He  looked  wlstridly  at  her.  What  made  him  I  j| 
love  her  so  p.^iftslonately?  What  charm  did  she  I 
hold  t  hat  so  attraciisl  Ids  whole  nature  ?  li 
“  Mabel,”  he  siUd.  middeiily,  ••  i  cannot  go  away 
from  lierc  until  T  have  asked  you  one  question.  1 
cannot  leave  you  uulll  i  tell  you  iKov  dearl.v  I  love 
you— how  earnoHi.iy  i  long  lo  make  you  m,y  wife." 
:Mabel  looked  up,  pale,  but  self-possessed. 
“  I'lic  Ideii  l.s  simply  preposterous !”  she  said ;  J,, 
the  very  words  Mint  had  .so  chilled  her  uiisjirlng- 
Ing  happiness  a  year  ago.  when  she.  sat  undt'r  the  tc 
plllaisi  of  Hie  balcony  in  the  Academy  of  Music. 
“  lI  cpoKperous.  Mabel !  and  why  7”  m 
•‘It  is  Impossible— neither  more  nor  less,"  she  j.., 
wentondelllierately,  ‘'You  to  marry  a  country  m 
girl— a  Wisconsin  farmer's  daughter— simply  be¬ 
cause  Kbe  lii'cs  a  prefty  face  and  a  pair  of  liazel 
eyes '  Why,  man,  li  would  be  a  lifelong  mistake !''  ,i. 
cieve  Fairfax  felt  the  blood  rising  hot  and  red 
lo  Ills  temples.  He  had  an  excellent  memory,  and  xt 
111  an  Instant  tile  whole  si'ene  in  the  opera  Jiouse  p, 
rose  iqi  before  Ids  mlmrs  eye.  His  own  batteries 
were  turned  against  idra  with  a  vengeance. 
“  Mabel— .vou  heard  me  then  v" 
“  I  imard  j  ou  then,  Mr.  Fairfax."  .  ' 
“  But  I  meant—!  didn't,  know,"  ; 
“  Jt  Is  not  at  all  necessary  to  tell  me  w1iat  you 
meant,  or  what  you  knew' or  didn't  know',  lain  yr 
the  same  Mabel  iliai  1  was  Mien :  nor  have  the  |  , 
haughty  race  of  the  Fairfaxes  wicxed  less  arlsto-  /..( 
crntlc,  that  I  a  m  invare  of,  ConsequeiilJy  you  will 
perceive  the  fid lltiy  of  fiirUior  argument.'’  , 
“  Bill  I  have  learned  lo  know  and  lovo  you  since  ...i 
then,"  pleaded  Cieve,  eagerly. 
“  I  am  sorry  j'ou  should  be  dlsappoJuted  In  an.v-  . 
thing  you  have  set  your  hcaniipon,  Mr.  Fairfax,  , 
but  my  inliid  Is  fully  made  up  umi  cannot  be 
altered.  Moreover,  I  am  engaged  to  a  prince 
.among  men — one  of  those  who  make  agriculture 
the  royal  pursuit  It  is;  nor  vveiuid  I  exchange  my 
destiny  for  the  highest  jdaee  la  all  y  our  hollow 
city  life.  Leave  imt  here  to  he  happy  and  go  you  * 
on  your  way.  You  arc  aiiswored.’’  ' 
.■\nd  clove  Fidrlax,  dispirited  and  disappointed,  ] 
went  back  (o  New  York  aud  lived  a  bacliclor  to 
the  end  of  tlie  cluqilcr,  and  all  for  the  love  of  a  [  1^^’'' 
“  \\  lscousIn’H  farmer’s  daughter.'’ 
!  I  One  story— alas  th.U  he  cannot,  sit  In  l he  tyivcs 
to  tell  It!— Is  the  1’et.er  Bcnnet  spoet^h.  A  Dr. 
Uoyston,  doubtless  a  most  excellent  maji,  has 
sued  .Mr.  Ben  net,  a  farmer,  for  ids  bill.  “Little 
Aleck,”  as  Alexander  13  ndnlUed  by  Ids  friends, 
told  Ids  client,  Fetcr  JL.  that  Mie  case  of  service 
and  ItM  value  were  proved  against  him  In  legal 
form,  and  there  was  no  real  defense.  But  the  old 
farmer  Insisted  that  his  lawyer  should  “speak  to 
the  case.’’  M r.  SU-rhens  told  him  Mini,  he  ought 
to  .speak  himself  If  he  Mioiight  a  speech  could  be 
made, , and  was  Kui-prised  by  the  retort:- -“I  will, 
If  Bobby  Tootidis  won’t  be  too  hard  ou  me.”  .Mr 
Toombs  promLsed  and  I’cLer  Beiinet  began  : 
“ oentleiueti  of  tlie  Jury,  I  ain't  no  lawyer 
and  no  dixtor,  and  you  ain’t  nulher.  And  If  we 
fanjiers  don’t  stick  together,  these  liere  lawyers 
and  doctors  win  get  Mie  advantage  of  us.  I  ain't 
no  obJtHjtloDs  to  lawyers  and  docloni  In  Mieh' place 
j  and  some  Is  clever  men;  but  Uiey  ain't,  fai  uicis! 
gentlemen  of  the  jiir.v.  Now  this  Dr.  Koyston  wa.s 
a  new  doctor,  and  I  sent  for  him  to  come  to  doctor 
my  wile’s  sore  li..g.  ,\ud  he  did,  and  put  somt! 
salve  truck  on  It  and  some  r.ags,  hut  never  dldl 
a  bit  Of  good,  gentlemen  of  the  Jury,  1  don’t  bo- 
I  fleve  im  s  no  doctor,  no  way.  'Tlicro's  doctors  as  I 
know  Ls  doctors,  sure  enough;  but  Mils  ain’t  no 
doctor  at  all." 
Tills  was  evidently  telling,  and  Dr.  Boystonput 
In  with,  “  Look  at  my  tUploma,  and  see  If  I  am  not 
u  doctor.” 
“IDs  diploma!"  said  the  iicw-lledged  orator, 
vv  JUi  great  conUaupt.  “  'Tlmt  ain't  nothin’,  for  no 
piece  of  paper  eviu’inade  a  dwtor  yet." 
"Ask  iiiy  paMeiits,"  shouted  Llic  now  furious 
phj’slelan. 
'I'his  was  tin'  conventional  straw  f  hat  seemed  t-o 
break  the  back  of  I  he  orator’s  paUeace.  “AsH 
your  patients?"  he  said,  In  slow  and  mournful  de¬ 
liberation.  “Ask  your  patients!  n’/it/,  Hu'y'ra 
nil  (h-aa  r  Then,  la  rapid  doclaiaatlon,  he  named 
c-a-se  afUT  case,  well  known,  but  mostly  among 
the  negro  servanlsof  his  neighbors,  whei  e  hla  op¬ 
ponent  had  treated  them  aud  their  owners  burled 
them  aud  coiUluucd “  Ask  j  ourpallcuts !  Why, 
1  vvould  liavotoseek  them  in  Mieloii(.t(Omecluirili- 
yard  and  mponthe  slleut  lomh  lo  get  answers 
from  me  dead.  Y'ou  know  they  can’t  say  noliiln 
txi  Mils  ease,  for  you've  killed  them  all !”  'I'he  ap- 
jilause  closed  Mm  speech,  and  tlie  defendant  had 
Ills  case. — JJnrjMT'ii  Mngmiufi. 
• - - 
HOW  HE  PROPOSED. 
A  SToav  Is  told  of  a  preacher  who  lived  about 
forty  years  ago.  He  wa,s  a  Imclielor,  aud  we  eiaild 
vvrlio  hLs  real  name,  but  ]>retcr  lo  call  him  Sinltli, 
He  resisted  many  pcrauaslons  lo  marry,  wlilch  his 
and  believing  that  they  love  us.  Kxpcrlence  hard¬ 
ens  us.  Our  dear  ones  grow  fewer;  but,  as  long 
as  reu.s'ju  lasts,  wo  must  have  some  ono— we  must 
at  lea-st  Imaglue  that  some  ono  loves  us.  The  par- 
cnis,  sisters  and  brothers— that  dearest  friend 
whom  wc  promise  to  love  and  cherish  until  death 
parts  u-Sr-  thc.se  come  Into  our  lives  and  ltd  them 
UJ).  AtUTvvards  come  the  lltMo  clilldren— frail, 
helpless  babes,  who  need  our  care  so  much,  and 
friends  to  whom  wc  arc  not  kin,  yet  who  grow 
dear  lo  us. 
Koine  have  many  loved  ones,  and  some  but  one. 
Hcav'cn  helji  those  who  have  none,  though  they 
are  generally  to  blame  for  their  empty-hearted 
noas,  for  kindness  wins  lovo.  They  arc  alvviiys 
vvrcUlieii,  ami  they  often  show  their  craving  for 
KonieMilug  to  love  by  chcrlsiilng  some  dumb  ani¬ 
mal— a  dog,  a  kitten,  a  parrot,  perhaps,  ou  which 
(hey  laVKli  carressoN  which,  betUT  spent,  vvould 
Jmve  bound  some  poor  heart  to  theirs.  ITIrte  or 
morbid  KcnslUveiiess  may  have  been  at  the  boU 
tom  of  t.Uelr  lonlliiess,  aud  these  pets  Hit  the  ach¬ 
ing  void  a  IltUc  I 
.sotiic  ono  to  love!  It  Is  the  crj'of  the  human 
soul,  tho  note  to  wlilcli  every  liuimui  heart  re¬ 
sponds;  Mm  bond  which  will  bind  u.s  all  together 
In  that  otlicr  world  wluTe  imnirncrs  shall  be  com¬ 
forted  aud  love  shall  reign  forever. 
HU.SBANDS  AND  WIVES. 
HUSBANDS. 
Aiti.eton’s  .louRNAi-  saj's Digratltudc  and  In- 
dllTerence  sometimes  mar  the  character  of  men. 
A  husband  returns  from  bis  l.iuslnc.ss  at  evening. 
Diiritig  Ids  absence,  and  throughout  the  llvc-lang 
day,  the  wire  has  some  little  surprise,  some  unex¬ 
pected  pleasure,  lomakeliLs  home  more  attract¬ 
ive  than  ever.  He  ciiicrs,  seemingly  secs  no  more 
of  wlinl  haslmcn  done  lo  plca.se  Idin  than  If  he 
were  a  blind  man,  and  has  nothing  more  to  say 
about  It  Mian  If  he  were  dumb,  Many  a  loving 
wifo  has  borne  la  her  heart  an  abiding  sorrow, 
da.v  after  day,  from  enuses  like  this,  unMI,  In  pro¬ 
cess  of  Mine,  the  fire  and  eidhu.-la.sin  of  her  ' 
original  nature  have  burned  oul,,  ,'ind  mutu.al  lu-  * 
illllercucc  spro.ads  Its  iiall  over  the  household  ' 
llraiiutg. 
THE  JOY  OF  INCOMPLETENESS. 
Ik  all  our  lives  were  one  brond  glare 
Of  BunliKlit,  clear,  uneloiuled ; 
If  all  oiir  ualli  were  siinxith  aud  loir, 
By  no  Moft  gloom  enabromlert ; 
If  all  life's  flc.wcra  were  fiilb'  lilovvii 
Without  the  rwrtl  nnfoldnig. 
And  liap|dn«ss  vrere  nidnlj'  Hirown 
On  hnn.la  too  wioik  for  holding— 
Khould  we  not  miwt  the  f  willglit  honrB, 
The  gentle  haze,  and  eadnest  * 
Hlioald  we  not  long  for  stonun  and  showers, 
To  break  the  eonxtant  Kladnei.s  ? 
If  none  were  *lck  nnd  none  were  gad, 
AVhat  Berv'le».  ouuld  we  render  ? 
I  think  if  wc  were  alvvayg  glad, 
M  u  mrarccly  could  he  tender ; 
Did  oiurlielovi'd  never  need 
Our  imtinnt  mlnlMlration, 
Earth  wi.uld  grow  cold,  aud  migg  indeed 
Its  Hwuetegt  eouHOlution ; 
If  gjirrow  never  elalmed  our  heart, 
And  every  «  Wi  were  granted. 
Patience  would  <he,  and  hope  dopart- 
Lifo  would  lie  digeuchnnted. 
And  yet  in  heaven  iwno  more  night, 
In  heaven  ig  no  more  sorrow  ! 
Such  unimoglncU  new  delight 
Frei-li  grace  from  pain  will  borrow— 
Ag  tho  pooriuied  that  underground 
Soeka  itg  true  life  above  i1. 
Not  knowing  what  will  Hu're  he  found 
M'hen  Hunlieama  kiaa  and  love  it. 
So  We  In  darkiiRig  iijiward  grow, 
And  look  and  long  for  lieaven ; 
Hut  raniiot  picture  it  below. 
Till  morv  of  hglit  lie  given, 
- -  - - 
“ROCK  OF  AGES,  CLEFIT  FOR  ME.” 
ia;  i.iiiB  casi,  lur  you  ve  Killed  them  all !”  'I'he  ap-  wives, 
plause  closed  Mm  speech,  and  Mm  defendant  had  Many  women  liavo  little  Uli-a  of  how  greatly 
his  caHe.-7/r(ry«v'«  Mngtuiiifi.  they  shock  the  tastes  ami  really  endanger  the 
■ - anectlons  of  their  husbands  by  their  unsccmly 
HOW  HE  PROPOSED  UomesUo  apparel.  There  |i^  not  a  man  or  sense 
_ ’  and  refined  Iccllng  unywhcrewliovvoulduolpre- 
AstoicvIs  told  of  a  prc.aeher  who  lived  about  sluiplo  ami  clmsto  aAlorniiieut  for  Ids 
forty  years  ago.  He  wa.s  ii  liacbelor.  aud  wo  could  “““‘'‘lu*  ““Y  e.Mrcnm  of  splendor  at 
vvrlio  his  real  name,  but  jirctcr  lo  call  him  Smitli,  evening  b.all.  Let  a  woiuan  by  all  means 
Ho  resisted  many  pcrsua.slotis  Ui  marry,  which  his  brllllaiitly  on  Mio.se  oecasloiw  that  render  It 
friends  were  consul  ally  inakhiif,  until  ho  bad  !  to  d  bridge  her  prlvl- 
.  reached  a  tolerably  ailvanceil  ago,  ami  ho  himself 
bogau  lo  fool  Mio  need  of,  nr,  at  least,  lo  have  new 
ideas  of  the  comfort  of  being  mirsed  with  woma  iiM 
gciiUe  care.  .Miui  lly  after  entering  one  of  liKcir- 
eults,  a  maiden  lady,  also  of  ripe  .veal's,  was 
Btriingly  rociuuinendot!  lu  him,  and  iila  frlen  Js 
again  urged  that  he  had  better  got  married,  repre¬ 
senting  that  tho  lady  named  would  proh.ably  not 
refuse  to  acce]U,  him,  notwithstanding  his  reput”d 
ecceiil  licit  les. 
“  Do  .vou  tliliik  ih0  7"rcHi>onded  tho  domiule,  foi 
he  very  jieiveptibly  lisped ;  “  tlmn  I’ll  go  and  Mie  i 
her  7 
He  M'as  a  man  of  his  word.  Ills  ring  at  the  door- 
boll  was  ivnsworod  by  the  sorvlng-mald. 
"Ith  Mith  F - within?”  briskly  but  calmly 
asked  tho  lover. 
'•  Yes  sir.  M  ill  you  walk  1  ii ?” 
“No,  I  thank  j'ou.  Bo  Kind  enough  to  Miay  to 
Mtth  P -  that  J  with  to  tlipoak  to  her  a  ino- 
moiit." 
Miss  1* - appeared,  and  ivpcntodtlielnvltaUon 
to  walk  In. 
“  No,  thank  .vou ;  I’ll  thoon  explain  my  bulhl- 
uess;  I'm  Mil'  now  preacher.  I'm  uiimarrleil. 
Frleiidth  think  I'd  bettor  nuirry.  Tln-y  rccom- 
moiKl  you  lor  my  wife.  Have  you  auy  ohjectioii  ?’’ 
“Why,  roally,  .Mr.  Kiii— ” 
“Thcro-doiiX  anthwor  now.  will  cull  tlilMi 
day  week  for  y  our  reply.  Mood  da,v.” 
Dll  that  day  wook  he  ro-appoared  at  the  door  of 
Mls,s  F - 's  rc.sliloiico.  It  was  promptly  opened 
by  tho  young  lady  herself. 
“  M’alk  In.  .Mr.  Kuiltli." 
“  Cannot  uia'iun.  Havenotlmo.  Start  on  my 
circuit  round  In  half  an  hour,  itli  your  anthwo.' 
really,  ma’am  V" 
“Uh,  fto  walk  In,  Mr.  .smith.” 
“Can't  liulopd,  ma’am.  Heath  anthwor  me— 
Yelli  or  No." 
"M'oll,  Mr.  Smith,  It,  Is  a  very  serious  matter. 
I  shoiitU  Hol  UKt  to  ijrl  out  uf  the  way  of  J^rovi. 
demv* — " 
I  IHrfn'ltu  utidiwihnml  you,  Mtli  P - . 
will  bo  inurrled  MilMi  da.v  week.  I  will  call  at 
thlth  hour,  rionlh  ho  roady.  ma’am.” 
lie  called  on  that  day  week,  at  that  liouj'.  She 
was  ready;  they  wore  married  anl  lived  happily 
several  years. 
■ — —  »-»■> - 
SOME  ONE  TO  LOVE.  i 
e  me  hero  to  be  happy  and  go  you  PKmiArs  one  of  the  most  i)o.sltlve  proofs  wc  liave 
You  arc  answered.”  1  soul’s  indepeudence  of  the  hotly  is  our  great 
Irlax,  dispirited  and  disappointed,  I  Beed  of  love  and  of  something  to  lov'e.  M'erewo 
sew  York  aud  lived  a  bacliclor  to  <)'il)ddlhr—creaHu’Cs  doomed  lo  perLsh  after 
chaidcr,  and  all  for  the  love  of  a  !  ol  life’  if  ihls  world— that  which  coii- 
iirmer’s  daughter.”  tents  Uie  brute  would  also  lauitcut  us.  To  cat  and 
_  ^  '“fve  an  easy  time  of  It,  would  bo 
PETvn  UTTMiwc-irio  Z.AO,,  ciiougli.  -■Vs  It  Is,  WC  may  have  all  Mifsc  things, 
PETER  RENNET  S  CASE.  and  health  io  enjoy  them,  luid  yet  be  utterly 
.  wrelcliod.  Ndther  can  menial  food  saiisrv  im 
If  Mr.  Stephens  should  be  at  homoand  hlsinlnd  “Some  one  to  love"  Is  our  hoart'sen' 
not  be  ab.sorhed  hy  public  uITalra,  tho  v  Isllor  win  When  tho  aMiiosphoro  of  icndorucss  Is  about  us 
Of  thfd  iv‘“  auecdotlst  we  rejoice ;  when  people  are  harah  and  uiikliul  wo 
^  suffer.  M'e  begin  life  wishing  to  love  all  people, 
I  lcge,s  nor  bailie  her  ImsUncts  la  ihlslparileijlar; 
j  but  we  claim  that  It  Ls  Important  for  her.  If  slie 
value  her  household  serenity,  that  she  should  give 
I  equal  heed  lo  her  customary  doim-sUo  attire.  Tho 
femaig’  who  goe.s  ahoui  the  house  untidily  ilroased 
lia.s  no  right  to  the  title  of  woman.  She  Is  vviih. 
out  those  marks  and  Indications  by  which  she  can 
bo  so  cla-ssilied. 
- ♦»  • 
A  DISAPPOINTED  POLITICIAN. 
Yestekday,  .si  w'a.s  found  engaged  In  one  of  his 
philosophic,  political  harangues  to  some  of  his 
colon-d  Irlends. 
“  Dese  Jiyar  ’publicans  klii  promise  till  do  last 
day  lu  de  moriiln’,  but  dey  ain’t  gw  Ine  to  ketch 
dLs  liyar  bluekblrd  wid  no  more  chaff!”  he  ex¬ 
claimed  positively, 
“M'hai'syou  mad  'bo'jt?  asked  another  darkey 
"  Dls  Is  vvluit  Tin  mud  'bcait — mind  my  words 
now!  Didn't  dey  say,  when  de  war  was  played 
out,  dat  do  ntg'gcr  wus  gwlue  to  be  made  Just  as 
good  as  de  white  iieoplc?” 
“Ob  koarsodey  did." 
"Ah'  dat  de  nigger  worked  fur  all  dat  de  olo 
marsUT.sha.H,  and  could  soon  yearn  all  dat  prop¬ 
erty  to  dfiiiselves,  In.^y  i'' 
“  Vos;  dai'struo,  too." 
“Dat  lU’ white  foks  waz  gvvlno  tt‘r  bo  poro  ns 
cluireh  mouses  and  niggers  rieh,  hey  7” 
“  Ooiu-hook ;  dafs  what  dey  said !” 
“  Dat  all  sounded  jus’  as  purty  as  readln’  on  a 
circus  bill,  didn’t  it?” 
“  You’se  nghl.  It  did.” 
“  ell,  vvhat  makes  me  mad  Is  dat  circus  hasn’t 
arrovedown  Ijyarylt.  an’ wo  can’t  hoar  dat  It’s 
coming:  Brc.s  de  Lord,  de  vvlillc  fokes  Lsjes’as 
rtoli  as  eber,  an’  It  wuz  de  nigger  wliar  got  busted 
eber  senoc,  an’  is  gwlue  to  st.ay  busted!  Dut’s 
Wliarjnakes  me  mad,  an’  ef  do  ’publicans  eber  gll 
anodder  chance  at  me.  111  go  dlo  wId  de  yallcr 
Jaiidls.s,  a  chawin’ ole  yaUer  ’lecsUuii  tickets !’’ 
No  one  felt  capable  of  res’pondlug  to  Si’s  point. 
- - 
THE  MARRIAGE  QUESTION. 
A  Cincinnatian,  who  has  flv'o  unmarried 
daughters,  says:  “A  man  has  daugliM-rs;  he 
knows  Miat,  uulcs.s  murrled.  a  very  unhappy  old 
age  Is  before  them ;  lie  could  provide  them  with 
husbands  by  boldly  broaching  lUo  sulijoct  to  a  i 
true  mail,  that  he  had  no  obJecMoii  to,  a.sa  son-Iij- 
lavv;  novv-a-days  people  e-xpect  the  daughters  m  ' 
marry  well ;  consequently,  unless  they  are  Ma-  i 
doiina.s  In  bcauly,  or  dad  Immensely  rich,  they  i 
don’t  in  iny  at  all.  .Marrj'  your  daughtei's  off; 
bo  sure  that  Mie  man  (poor,  perhaps)  whom  you  , 
approueh  on  such  a  subject  Ls  a  genMemau— if  ho  , 
In  he  vvould  he  llatlercd  ai.  the  consideration-  ] 
and  If  such  a  coniKicnce  wus  heU'ayed  by  him,  ho  ; 
self.’’  'j'lils  soiinu.s  well,  lull  would  any  woman 
place  a  verj  high  value  on  such  a  husband?  .\ 
man  who  vvould  marrj,  but  would  not  ask  for  a 
woman,  is  poor  stock  for  a  permanent  Investment. 
’  In  the  pleinsant  county  of  Devon,  In  one  of  li.s 
i,  sequestered  pa.s.seB,  vvltu  a  few  cottages  .sprinkled 
_  over  It,  mused  and  sang  Augustus  Tophidy.  M'lieii 
a  lad  of  sixteen  and  on  a  vlsll  to  Ireland,  he  had 
strolled  Into  a  barn  in  vvlilch  an  illiterate  layman 
^  was  preachlug-but  priviililng  reconclllntloii  to 
Mod  througn  the  death  of  Ills  Kon.  The  homely 
■  sermon  Uiok  effect,  aud  from  that  moment  Mio 
_  gospel  wielded  all  ijie  powers  of  his  hrllilant  and 
■  acUve  mind.  During  iiLs  last  lIlneaM,  Augustus 
■  Toplady  seemed  lo  lie  In  Mie  very  ve.slibule  of 
glory.  To  ii  frlend’.s  Inqulr.v',  he  answered,  with  a 
'  sjjarkllng  eye “  o,  rny  di'ur  sir,  I  cannot  tell  the 
comfort  1  feel  In  my  soul  -they  are,  past  expres¬ 
sion.  Tlio  consolaMoiis  of  Mod  an*  iv)  abundant 
that  ho  leaves  mo  nothing  to  praj'  for.  My 
prayers  are  all  converted  lido  praise.  I  enjoy  a 
heaven  already  within  my  soul."  And  wltiun  an 
hour  of  dying  ho  colled  ids  friends  and  asked  if 
Miey  could  give  him  up;  and,  when  Miey  repib.Mj 
in  the  afllnnatlve,  tears  of  Joy  ran  down  liLs  chcok.s 
us  he  added,  "du,  what  a  blessing  that  you  are 
made  willing  (o  give  rne  over  lo  the  hands  of  my 
dear  Bedecmer  ami  part  vv1l,li  nm ;  ror  no  mortal 
can  live  alU'r  having  seen  the  glories  wIiIlIi  Mod 
has  maulfeslA?(l  to  my  soul."  And  thus  died  the 
writer  of  that  beautiful  hymn,  “Hock  of  Ages, 
cleft  for  me." 
• - - - 
THOUGHTS  FOR  THINKERS. 
Like  flakes  of  snow,  that  fall  unpcrcelved  upon 
the  earth,  the  seemingly  unimportant  events  of 
life  succeed  one  nnoMier.  As  the  snow  galhers 
Wgether,  so  are  our  halills  formed.  No  single 
flake  that  Is  added  to  tho  pile,  produces  a  seuslblo 
change.  No  single  action  creates,  however  II  uiuy 
exhibit, a  manli  character;  but  as  Mie  tempest 
hurls  the  avaLariclie  down  the  mountain,  and  over¬ 
whelms  tho  inhabitant  and  Uls  habitation,  so  pas¬ 
sion,  acting  ujaui  the  elements  of  mischief,  which 
periilcloiiB  hal.ilLs  have  brought  together  hy  Im- 
pereoptiblc  accumulation,  may  overthrow  the  cdl- 
flee  of  truth  and  virtue, 
lE  thou  beiu-  the  cross  chcerrully.  It  will  bear 
thee,  aud  lead  thee  lo  tlie  desired  end,  namel.v, 
where  there  shall  be  an  end  of  sufl'erlng,  tliough 
here  there  shall  not  be.  If  thou  bear  It  unwil¬ 
lingly,  thou  imikcst  for  thyself  a  new  burden,  and 
lncrea.se.st  Miy  load;  and  yet.  notwltligtandlng, 
I  thou  must  bear  It,  If  thAiii  east  away  one  cross, 
without  doubt  thou  shalt  find  a  rioihcr,  and  that 
perhap.s  a  heavier  one.— ffuuuas  n'  Knnpis. 
The  crONs  Is  the  concord  of  Scriptures,  and,  as  It 
wore,  the  boundary  and  border-land  of  old  and 
new  things.  The  eros.s  Is  the  death  of  vice,  and 
tho  fountain  and  life  of  all  virtue.  'I’he  cross  Is 
the  courage  of  those  that  arc  flghllng  bravely; 
the  recovery  of  those  that  are  fallen;  Miecrovv/i 
of  those  that  are  vleiorlous.  Tlie  cross  siUiJects 
u.s  to  a  momentary  death  and  recompenses  us  with 
eternal  life.— /TO-e  Uanilnni. 
How  little  Is  known  of  wliat  Is  In  the  bosom  of 
those  around  us.  M'o  might  explain  many  a  cold¬ 
ness  could  wo  look  Into  tho  hrmrl  coneciiled  from 
vis;  Wc  should  often  pity  where  W'c  hate,  love 
wlien  we  curl  the  Up  wltli  scorn  and  indignation. 
To  Judge  without  reserve  of  any  Jiumoji  action  Is 
a  eulpablo  temerity,  of  all  our  sUis  the  most  uu- 
feeJlng  and  frequent, 
pKon  all  fits  of  doubt,  perplexity  and  tear— 
whether  they  re.spect  the  body  or  mind ;  whether 
they  are  a  load  to  the  sliouldei-s,  tho  head  or  the 
lieart — the  tollowlng  Is  a  radical  cure,  whlcli  may 
be  relied  on,  for  vv'e  have  it  from  the  Great  Phy¬ 
sician,  “  Ciust  thy  burden  on  the  Lord,  and  he  will 
sustain  thee.” 
Be  frank  wiiii  the  world.  Frankness  is  tho 
child  of  lioiiesty  and  courage.  Kay  Just  what  you 
mean  to  do  on  every  occasion,  and  take  It  for 
granted  that  you  mean  to  do  Just  vvhat  Ls  right. 
