1  3  go 
MOORE’S  RURAl-  f3EW-YORKER. 
tfl  two  distant  relatives,  believed  to  bo  living  In 
obHcuro  poverty'  In  Hostou. 
Now  e,om(!s  the  most  curious  part  of  the  story. 
A  good  many  men  besides  old  Wybrowo  went 
mad  about  Mrs.  Wybrowe  out  In  isnurJl;  notably 
a  man  who  was  thought  lo  bo  nearly  as  big  a 
('nx'KUs — a  Ijfilf-Sjnirilard,  lialf--Vmejleaiu  by  uarne 
Alvarez  Mnltli.  This  hybrid  was  said  to  have  the 
temper  of  a  Ili.-nd,  the  fane  of  a  baboon,  and  the 
complexion  of  a  Jaiiinllre  patient.  The  frantic 
vehemence  wlih  which,  when  at  last  he  did  apeak. 
Smith  pleaded  his  cau.sc  to  her,  nearly  fiightcacd 
M1.S.S  t^hetwynd  Into  hysterles;  the  mallgminl 
black  scowl  that  twisted  his  ugly  face  till  It  grew 
absoluloly  awful  In  lls  hideousness  when  ahe  urn 
condllloually  declined  his  proposals  and  shrunk 
away  from  him,  haunted  her  sleep  for  many  n 
night  afterward. 
Alvarez  smith  went  away  and  thought  out  Ills 
vengeance.  This  Is  how  he  look  It,  after  waiting 
jiallently  for  three  yearn. 
During  old  Wybrowe’a  Ufetlmo  he  kept  (lUlct 
and  made  no  sign.  When  the  old  man  wa.s  dead, 
smith  broke  In  upon  the  widow  and,  with  full 
knowledge  of  lUc  provisions  of  Wybrowe’s  will, 
renewed  Ids  foianer  proiiosltlons.  They  were  r«v 
Jveted  again— this  time  with  the  addition  of  cur¬ 
tain  words  thill  Helen  Wybrowe  would  liavo  been 
more  pnident  not  to  have  siwken  to  such  a  man. 
Tho  same  sUsamcr  which  brought  the  widow 
home  to  America  had  among  its  passengers  Alva¬ 
rez  Smltli.  lie  never  once  spoke  to  her  or  molested 
her  In  any  way  during  the  voyage;  but  his  hun¬ 
gry  black  eyes  would  rest,  uinm  her  In  a  way  that 
frightened  her  In  spite  of  herself. 
Those  eyes  watched  her  Intc  the  carriage  and 
met  hers  as  slic  got  out  at  tno  door  of  her  slater  s 
house.  Kvery  time  she  w  ent  ah  wk«1  she  met  them ; 
sleejilng  and  waking,  Alvarez  Smith  haunted  her. 
It  was  lntoler,ible ;  but  what  could  she  do  T  She 
left  town ;  he  followed  her.  She  shut  berselt  up 
In  the  house  for  days;  and  tho  Ural  person  .she 
aaw  when,  by  day  or  by  night,  shceamo  out  again 
was— Smith;  always  .Vlvare/.  SmUh.  Mrs.  Wy¬ 
browe  grew  nervoua  and  ill  under  this  Implacable 
porst^oullon,  which  It  was  imposslhlo  to  put  an 
end  to.  And  the  worst  of  It  w  as  that  .she  fell  her 
penseeubrr  was  gaining  a  certain  power  over  her; 
that  those  wn  lble  eyes  fascinated  her  Hkea  baall- 
Isk's.  .She  never  avowed  this  fetdlog  to  Mrs.  Os¬ 
westry,  her  sister,  but  she  couldn’t  help  confessing 
It  to  herself. 
In  a  lew  weeks  after  her  arrival  In  New  York, 
old  Wybrowe’s  lawyer  communicated  to  her  the 
lollowlag  startling  Intelligohce.  A  person  had 
b( High t  up  the  reversionary  Interest  of  her  hus¬ 
band’s  f.wo  distend  relatives  In  the  Income  that 
hud  been  left  her,  subject  lo  her  retnululng  uu- 
marrlcd.  M'ybi-owc's  kinsmen,  too  poor  lo  be 
troubled  with  many  scruples,  and  considering 
1  hai.  It  was  barfdy  likely  a  woman  w’ould  give  up 
$T .*1,000  a  year  w  hen  she  could  keep  It  on  such  oa.sy 
t,erms,  h.ad  greedily  aoceptird  the  offer  that  had 
been  made  them,  had  acconlingly  execubid  tho 
ncces-sary  legal  docuiuenls,  had  rccelvod  a  stlpu- 
laletl  sum  dow'h  and  had  emigrated  to  Salt  Lake 
city. 
The  per-son  who  had  thus  bought  them  out  was, 
consequently,  the  person  who  would  claim  the 
heavy  forfeit  from  Helen  Wybrowe  In  the  event 
of  her  marrying  again.  And  It  was  hardly  need¬ 
ful  to  tell  her  that  person's  name.  She  guessed  It 
Instinctively— Alvarez  Smith. 
This,  then,  wa.s  her  position She  must  either, 
at  onc-and-iw'enty,  condemn  herself  to  a  llfe-lbng 
w  idowhood,  or  roUuqulsh  a  magultlcent  Income 
to  the  man  she  detested.  True,  a  court  of  law 
might,  as  her  lawyer  told  her,  s»>t  the  wUl  aside ; 
but  how  could  a  woman  pcllrdon  such  a  court? 
Her  womauTs  delicacy,  at  all  events,  rendered 
that  out  or  the  tiuesiloh  In  her  case.  Again,  there 
might  be  men  who  would  think  (.ind  w'ho  could 
afford  to  t  hink)  Ughily  of  niarrylug  a  beggar,  and 
among  them  there  might  be  one  whom  she  could 
love.  Hut.  wLsc  In  her  generation,  Mrs.  AVybro’s  e 
built  no  onst  les  In  ibe  air  of  this  sort.  She  ac- 
ccjitcd  tho  situation ;  shut  hei*self  up  no  longer; 
went  among  her  kind;  encountered  her  basilisk 
wit  h  an  implacable  visage ;  and  lorturcd  her  tor- 
luontor  by  an  Ingeniously  arranged  st^quence  of 
ilirtnuons  wlLb  passed  masters  of  the  art. 
Such,  In  snbstance,  w'us  t’harlle  Twlsileton’s 
slory  wlilcli,  intci-spei-sed  with  bisown  comments, 
lasted  all  the  way  to  Astoria. 
1  felt  eurlouK-sirangely  eager— to  see  this  wo¬ 
man  ;  from  all  1  had  Just  heard  about  her,  I  fau- 
cleil  shu  must  needs  stand  apart  from  her  kind  lu 
some  way.  And  I  had  had  five  years  of  penal 
servitude  with  apparently  homogeneous  soeloty 
women ;  whoso  manners  and  customs  and  Ideas 
sci.Mjied,  like  their  drosses,  to  be  all  cut  out  of  the 
same  piece  and  fashlonetl  on  the  same  model. 
N\  hat  H  ould  Helen  Wybrowe  be  like  7  It  was  mj' 
pet  name,  Uai— Helen, 
"  .See  her  ?”  l  asked  Twlstlclon  when  we  had  got 
out  on  to  the  croipieA  lawn.  With  Ills  eye-glass 
stuck  In  Ills  eye,  Charlie  w’as  raking  tJie  groups 
round  us— val.nly,  a.s  It  seemed. 
“  No,”  he  said,  ••  she  ain’t  here.” 
"  Frank !”  said  .Mint  .Medusa’s  voice  belilnd  me, 
Justaslw’ivs  moving  off;  “Frank,  let  me  Intro¬ 
duce  you  to  Miss  Boodle," 
Brought  up  short  like  this,  there  was  nothing 
for  It  but  to  stop  and  turn. 
I  turned.  'I'here  was  Miss  Boodle,  a  plump, 
goodnaturcd-looklng  girl,  apparently  very  appixj- 
prlately  named.  “  T/iis  is  the  person  you  will  bo 
good  enough  to  many,  slr^^*  .\unt  Medusa’s  eyes 
Bald  to  mo  as  I  lifted  my  hat;  and  Miss  Boodle 
blushed  a  little  and  sjnlled  a  good  deal,  as  though 
she  quite  understood  and  rather  liked  It. 
But  I  made  up  my  mind— w'ltli  wonderful  celer¬ 
ity,  coaslderlng  the  little  practice  1  had  had  In 
perlornUng  the  feat  of  late— that  Miss  Boodle 
should  never  call  herself  Mrs.  Francis  Drasdyl 
nnlcas,  at  least,  Helen  Wybrowe  should  prove  to 
be — 
“  Frank  will  lake  you  to  the  lower  lawn,  Hella,’ 
Aimt  Medusa  said,  breaking  In  sharply  upon  me, 
and  folding  herself  Into  a  garden  chair  as  she 
spoke,  “  I  think  the  sets  seem  all  made  up  here.” 
And  Bella  and  1  moved  away.  I  looked  at  her 
as  I  strolled  down  a  gravel  walk  beside  her. 
No;  It  was  Impoaslble.  No;  It  really  could  not 
be  done  unless,  indeed - 
“  You  pUj  croquet,  Mr.  Brasdyl  7"  Miss  Boodle 
BKkcd.  Not  a  biid  voice ;  but  somehow,  not  the 
voice  1  iraiher  hard  to  aatJsfy  Jn  that  particular) 
fancied  could  ever  lUrlU  me  much. 
“  Do  (WM  J  returned,  jjTidciiU^. 
“Oh,  1  doat  on  it,”  .Ml.'«  Bella  cried,  with  a 
healthy  enthusiasm  J  couldn’t  but  admire.  This 
Wius  her  first  season.  Her  what  1  must  call  Boo- 
dlcdom  was  fnwh  up(m  her  still ;  like  tho  roses  on 
her  round,  plump  cheeks, 
“  1)0  you  know,"  she  went  on,  “  I  won  the  cham¬ 
pion  mallet  at  our  club  last  year  1” 
“Did  you  7”  I  Bald,  gravely ;  “  I ’m  so  .sorry,  M  hss 
Boodle.” 
"  Dear  me,  Mr.  Drasd.Vl  1  Why?” 
“  Ibicausc  1  shan’t  daru  olTer  myself  us  a  part¬ 
ner  to  a  champion.  Fin  a  shocking  mulf  at  this 
sort  of  thing.” 
“Never  mludi”  she  returned,  with  channlug 
frankness,  “Fm  going  to  play  with  Cousin  Tom.” 
llnvoked  a  fervent  blessing  on  that  Individual 
wherever  he  was. 
“  And  Cousin  Tom  is  a  champion,  too  ?” 
“  Oh  1  yes.  Uo  plays  so  well.”  .Vud  MJss  Bood¬ 
le’s  eyes  went  roving  about  In  every  direction  In 
search  of  her  partner. 
“  'There  he  Is !"  she  crletl  at  la-jt,  hal  f  bounding 
fqrward.  There  ho  was,  uamlsl-tkably,  A  broad- 
shouldcrcsd,  frecklo-faced,  orange- whiskered  youUi 
perspiring  with  eugerueas  for  the  fray,  must  be 
Cousin  Tom,  of  course. 
“  .Mr.  Claypool— Mr.  Drasdyl,"  said  Mlsg  Boodle, 
performing  a  most  uncalled-for  and  absurd  cere¬ 
mony  for  my  sole  beueflt  apparently,  the  cham¬ 
pion  being  totally  unconscious  of  my  <(xistence, 
and  Intent  only  on  getting  to  work  with  the  short¬ 
est  possible  delay. 
“You  couldn't  be  in  better  hands,  l  see,  Mls^ 
Boodle,"  1  said,  eis  I  lJft*;il  my  hat  to  her  and 
lounged  off.  I  kept  away  fiom  the  upper  lawn, 
when*  Aunt  Medasa  was,  and  turned  luio  tho 
river  walk,  where  a  soire  or  so  otfljrUUon*  were 
prograsslDg  more  or  loss  sallstoflUirlly,  with  a 
firmer  resolve  than  ever  tliat  never,  at  any  price, 
would  1  t.ake  Isabella  ikMjdle  lo  wife. 
1  strolled  along  w'ltUout  meeting  any  one  I  knew 
and  wiis  just  going  lo  .sit  down  under  a  tree  In  u 
secluded  corner  and  take  a  surrcpUUous  whllT, 
when  the  voice  of  some  one  hidden  yet  by  the  turn 
in  the  path- the  dlvlncst  woman’s  voice  tliai^ever 
fell  on  a  man’s  ear  out  of  Paradise,  fell  on  mine. 
My  Blow,  languid  pulse,  th.U  noth  to  7  ever  quick¬ 
ened.  quickened  then.  1  stood  still,  drinking  in 
the  sound.  Two  ladles  came  round  the  bond  to¬ 
ward  me.  One  I  knew*— Mrs.  Oswestry.  The  other 
I  fancied  1  had  seen  before— in  my  dreams. 
They  w*ere  talking  so  earnestly  that  neither  saw 
me  till  they  tvere  quite  close.  'J'Uen  Mrs,  Osw  estry 
looked  vip.  “Ah!  Mr.  DrasdyL”  And  we  cx- 
ctlangod  hand-pres-sure.s  and  commonplace.  Then 
she  said,  deliciously— 
‘Let  me  Introduce  you  to  my  sister— Mrs.  Wy¬ 
browe.  Helen,  Mr.  Drasdyl.” 
Mrs.  Wybrowe’s  heavy  violet  eyes  turned  slow¬ 
ly,  full  upon  me ;  and  1  stood  face  to  face  with  my 
Fate.— [Continued  next  w*cek. 
kept  at  boarding  Si’bool.  The  story  opens  when 
she  lcave.s  wrliool  and  takes  up  her  abode  at  her 
uncle’s  on  Fifth  Avenue,  ns  an  adopted  danghtcr. 
Mr.  M,  1»  a  wealuiy  physician  out  of  practice,  and 
devotes  hlmwlf  to  scientific  studies  and  experl- 
inents.  In  which  .Makion  soon  becomes  deeply  in- 
tereatod.  Tlic  house  Is  a  favorite  resort,  of  pio- 
fessors,  scholars  ajjd  savants,  nearly  all  of  whom 
deny  the  doctrine  of  Instantaneous  creation  and 
Immortality,  but  arc  divided  as  rcgard.s  tho  tJrcat 
First  Cause.  Mario.s  hears  their  dlscuaslous  with 
astOhlshmcrit«  receives  t lic-evolullon  tlieory  as  an 
incontrovertible  Dwt,  while  she  sees  no  reason  In 
cohStsiucnce  for  giving  up  her  talth  In  the  future, 
bqt  sets  It  forth  In  such  light  as  to  make  at  least 
one  coijvitrt.  Mcajillme  “the  old,  old  story”  Is 
going  on;  love  which  Is  not  lovo  but  niLsplaoed 
aHecilon,  and  love  that.  Is  love  forevermore— jeal¬ 
ousy,  rogretfs,  hopes  blighted,  anljclpatlons  unre¬ 
alized,  everything  that  goes  to  make  up  life— all 
of  which  Is  told  In  a  manner  creditable  to  the 
author  and  InWresHug  to  tlnr  reader. 
'There  is  lu  this  hook  much  ftsal  for  thought,  a  tal 
If  at  times  Ihc  positions  of  wane  of  tho  parlies 
seem  wjmewiiiit  iniproluiblc.  It  miiy  be  remember¬ 
ed  that  then!  is  more  romance  lu  real  life  than 
any  novelist  would  dare  put  on  his  jKigcs.  Wo 
notice  that  Mrs.  Victor  hits  been  able  to  argue 
the  question,  at  hssuo  from  tho  toaclitngs  of  Nature 
and  her  inner  consclou.snesss,  without  being  obliged 
to  quote  .'scripture- a  mode  irsually  adopted  by 
those  who  have  not  brains  enough  to  frame  argu- 
mchts  for  themselves. 
I'roceedinca  of  the  rittmith  Hcksion  oi  the 
Aiiier^un  Poiiioliiirlciil  .■Society,  hold  in  Chi- 
coifo,  HI.. Ki>pl.  S-10,  ISTo.  Hto.-iii>.  2au.]  £(Uted  by 
the  secrofttry. 
The  biennial  volumes  of  thts  Society  have  come 
to  be  generally  considered  as  our  standard  and 
guide  In  the  various  bninches  of  iioinology.  Tho 
.Society  Is  composed  mainly  of  the  leading  scien¬ 
tific  and  practical  poinologlsts  of  tho  country, 
hence  Ihclr  dcllberallons,  as  nqKirlcd  in  these 
volumes,  are  the  most  reliable  and  trustworthy 
Information  which  can  be  obtained  on  the  subject. 
We  must  say,  however,  It  Is  to  be  regrclied  that 
BO  small  a  numl>er  of  our  farmers  aiid  fruit.  grf>w- 
ers  feel  It  Incumbent  iqioh  them  lo  support  by 
their  subscriptions  the  noble  efforta  of  the  Amer¬ 
ican  Bornological  Swilety  to  gather  and  dis¬ 
seminate  InronnaUon  upon  the  sujccts  in  which 
they  are  or  should  be  mast  dlrwnly  lutcrcstud. 
Out  of  the  hundreds  of  thousands  of  men  who 
own  Land  and  cultlvaiAj  frulLs— and  we  may  .add 
arc  conijtiint  ly  seeking  InronnaUon  rclallng  there¬ 
to— less  than  four  liuudred  give  material  aid  to 
tho  cause  of  J’ornology  by  subscribing  for  the  im)- 
eccdlugsof  a  body  of  the  most  learned  pomoluglsts 
the  world  has  ever  seen.  The  volume  before  us, 
like  Its  predeccayics,  is  a  model  of  typograplUc 
art,  and  Its  pages  are  filled  with  Information 
^wUlch  no  fruit  grow  er  CJtn  afford  to  do  without- 
JIluMtriitcd  llnnd-Ilonk  ol  Auierlnnn  Cities. 
with  OuthncB  of  'I'hrimgli  Houtw  and  Uailwuy 
Mups.  IHvo.— j)p.  160.  t!loth,  76  eta. ;  jiaper,  60  cts.J 
New  York:  D.  Appleton  61  Co. 
Bkbi'arkp  more  particularly  for  triivclcrs  and 
tourists,  hut  not  le*ss  valuable  for  stay-at-home 
readers.  All  of  the  principal  cities  of  the  Fnlted 
Stales  and  Canada  are  briefly  but  concisely  de¬ 
scribed,  giving  location,  history,  business,  points 
of  interest  to  touilsts  and  slghl-seers,  and  many 
other  Items  of  information.  Its  arrangement  and 
condensation  is  such  that  It  brings  In  small  com¬ 
pass  what  In  the  usual  style  would  fill  a  large  vol¬ 
ume.  The  text  Is  Illustrated  by  seventy-three  en¬ 
gravings,  of  a  finer  character  than  are  usually 
found  In  books  of  this  kind. 
The  Boulivy  Vunl  and  ilinrki'i  s  Or,  A  Practi¬ 
cal  'TreaUne  on  Dalino  Culture.  By  Trof.  A.  Cor¬ 
bett.  iX’ji.  83.]  New  Vork :  Omngt*  Judd  Co. 
RECENT  LITERATURE. 
PnnsinK  llio  Portal  I  or.  A  ftirP*  Struggle.  An  Aa- 
tobingrai'hy.  By  Mpil  Mrtta  V.  Victor,  [hhno.— 
pji.  408.  $l.6u.]  New  York :  Carletou  &  Co. 
OnviopBLv  .Mrs.  VicTou  has  paid  much  attention 
to  the  recent  dlscushlons  of  this  scientists  who  ud- 
Tocute  the  evolution  theory,  aud  iblnklhg  the  gen¬ 
eral  tendency  of  this  discussion  to  be  toward  that 
kind  ot  materialism  which  either  denies,  ordot*8 
not  choose  to  discuss,  the  doctrine  of  future  con¬ 
scious  personal  existence.  In  whh’.h  she  Ls  appar¬ 
ently  a  firm  believer,  Dikes  this  metJiod  of  giving 
to  the  public  a  digest  or  brief  of  the  argument  of 
both  .sides,  which  tho  careful  reader  wlU  admit 
she  has  done  fairly  and  well,  it  Ls  always  a  dlf- 
flcult  task  for  a  w  riter  Vo  combine  a  philosophical 
essay  with  a  popular  story.  Those  whoso  tastes 
incline  them  to  desire  the  one  wQl  usually  reject 
the  other,  and  the  author  who  can  weave  together 
philosophy  and  fiction  in  such  way  as  to  make  the 
lahrlc  iicceptable  to  tJre  reader,  as  Mrs.  Victor 
has  succeeded  in  doing,  deserves  much  credit. 
There  arc  hundreds  who  will  read  this  book  and 
learn  from  It  enough  of  some  ol  the  great  scien¬ 
tific  questions  of  Uie  day  to  give  thorn  a  desire  to 
know  more,  and  coasoquqnUy  become  familiar 
with  the  works  of  Spknckk,  Dakwik,  Huxley  and 
othei'S'— which  otherwise  tUOy  would  never  be  in¬ 
clined  to  examine, — while  others  w'ho  have  never 
thought  of  the  great  subject  or  the  immoruuity  of 
the  SOUL  but  have  accepted  without  question  tho 
doctrines  os  taught  in  the  churches,  will  give  the 
matter  tlielr  more  serious  attentKuii,  and  what  is 
now  only  a  vague  belief  may  become  with  them  a 
living  faith.  Wc  should  be  glad,  in  order  to  inter¬ 
est  our  readers  in  the  work,  to  give  an  extended 
analysis  of  its  contents,  but  must  content  our¬ 
selves  by  sajlhg  that  the  heroine  of  the  atory— 
she  thi-ough  whom  the  author  speaks  her  views 
and  arguments,  Marion  Gutorib— Is  a  young  lady 
of  eighteen,  daughter  of  a  Congregational  clergy¬ 
man.  Her  parents,  di’lug,  left  her  to  tho  care  of 
her  uncle,  3lr.  jiaxwell,  by  w'hom  she  had  been 
This  book  has  been  before  the  public  lor  some 
time,  although  but  lately  is, sued  by  the  above- 
named  publishers.  It  gives  a  concise  history  of 
the  origin  and  lutroduetlon  of  what  is  termed  arti¬ 
ficial  incubation,  or  lialeblng  eggs  by  heat  gener¬ 
ated  by  feruienUug  manures  or  otherwise,  with 
a  lull  descriptlou  of  Prof.  Corbett’s  Incubator. 
Those  who  desire  to  test  this  method  of  raising 
chickens  will  find  the  work  quite  usctul. 
The  l.Iberiy  Hcllj  a  CoUoetlon  (if  National  and 
Pau-iotlc  Sonioi  for  Ail  Nution«.  {8vo.— n).  80.] 
New  York ;  \V.  A  Pond  A  Co.,  647  Broadway. 
A  MOST  seasonable  publlcal.lon.  The  spasm  of 
fraternity  that  just  now  raek.s  tho  country  must 
have  some  sort  of  vocal  expression,  and  tho  howl 
maj*  as  well  be  a  musical  one.  'I’here  are  In  the 
book  all  tbe  old,  familiar,  patriotic  songs  of  vari¬ 
ous  countries  aud  many  new  ones,  all  with  a  care- 
luUy  arranged  phino  accompanlincn  t.  11  Is  a  good 
collection,  sure  to  be  popular. 
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THE  AULD  KIRKYAIRD. 
O’  a’  the  Hixila  on  earth  sac  sweet, 
There’s  nanc  I  lo’e  so  dear 
As  that  wee  siJof  where  frccus  aft  meet 
Ower  Ireeus  Ui  shed  a  tear. 
Wlia  sliuuber  ‘u<ath  the  cnnld,  canid  sod, 
Thonifh  .inoc  omr  Joys  Uiey  shared, 
Bnt  ncK)  lie  free  frao  every  load, 
AVithin  the  auld  kirkyaird. 
It  stands  sue  quietly  a'  alane, 
A  wee  bit  tistrb  o*  lea, 
AVT  here  and  there  an  auld  tombstauo 
To  mark  its  aanebty. 
A'  ivy-KTOwn  tho  totterin’  wa’s 
That  lang  lm>  been  It’s  Kaird ; 
There’s  no  a  Miyu  o'  earthly  brawn 
AVitliin  tbe  auld  kirkyaird. 
The  sweet  weo  daisy’s  snaw- white  liead 
Bedecks  the  turf  at  roun’ — 
Fit  emblem  'o  the  silent  dead, 
Made  pure  Ihrcnnrh  Him  aboon. 
Devoid  o’  irraudeur,  life’s  behest, 
For  death  nor  Judinncnt  scar'd : 
Tlieir  dust  bee  peucefw'  noo  at  rest 
AA’ithin  the  auld  kirkj  aird- 
Thcre  Minnie  sleci>8  tho  lang-,  lang  sleep 
That  kens  no  wankin'  here ; 
But  thomrh  our  hrarU  are  fain  to  weep, 
E’en  shod  Krlcf’s  biUor  tear. 
AVe  ken  that  1100  her  ■pecrit's  Kane 
To  him  wha  1<ir  It  carod ; 
There’s  iiodit  but  lifeless  flesh  snd  bane 
AA'ithin  the  auld  kirkyaird. 
Oh,  may  wc  ne’er  forget  tho  day 
Shall  cotue  wueu  we  maun  k(je. 
Ne’er  c<‘S!>c  to  mindfu'  be  alway 
O’  Calvary’s  sad  tree. 
Then  swift  oor  souls  sball  upward  fly 
To  God,  wJio  Uinr  has  spared, 
AA'heu  oor  puir  mortal  frames  shall  lie 
AA'ithin  tlic  auld  kirkyaird. 
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PRAYER  IS  PRAISE. 
Real  prayer  Ls  Joyoua,  because  tho  promise  Is 
sure.  Tlie  sense  of  waul  Is  more  llinn  balanced 
by  the  aHsurance  of  blessing.  The  Spirit  recog¬ 
nized  this  when  he  coujfied  “  ihankaglvdng”  with 
“supplication."  TTio  rciison  for  such  a  union  of 
aciR  Kprliigs  from  the  union  of  fa<jts.  There  Is 
always  and  ncccsbiirlly,  a  great  joy  in  conscious 
want  If  attended  by  strong  faJlh  that  the  supply 
Is  more  than  enough  to  meet  U..  If  w  e  {irayed  to 
a  selfish,  cold-hearted,  hordld  God,  the  sliadOAv  ot 
despair  would  clilll  our  supplications;  put  the 
wcuUU  of  love  and  generosity  which  wc  know  our 
Father  exercises  to  us-AvanI,  casta  a  ralnbfiw  over 
the  soul,  auddnipsniys  of  gludnc.ss  Into  Ita  depths, 
making  our  prayers  so  nearly  praise  tlmt  It  Is  Im¬ 
possible  to  divide  between  them,  or  tell  where  the 
former  begins,  or  the  latter  ends.  “Ask  and  re- 
celA'C,”  Is  a  sweet  sentence.  Not  that  tbe  l.ord 
alwaj-s  gives  tho  precise  thing  avc  ask;  he  gives 
that  or  something  better.  It  we  misjudge,  ho 
Judges  for  us,  so  that  wo  have  the  beneOt  of  his 
IniifilD!  wisdom  as  well  os  the  Avcalth  of  his  love. 
Faith  rojolces  In  this.  Doubt  Ls  anxious  about 
the  tiling  we  desire ;  faith  relegati^s  all  to  God, 
aud  rests  rejoicing  that  DlAine  ivlsdom  supervises 
and  corrects  our  wishes.  Thus  prayer  is  jiralse. 
PRAYERS  OF  THE  RIGHTEOUS. 
Cranmkk  says;— This  Is  a  great  comfort  for  us 
to  knoAV  that)  all  the  Church  uiul  congregation  of 
ChrtsL  doth  pray  for  us,  and  Uiat  aH  the  treasures 
of  OotTa  riches,  L  e.,  Christ  himself,  tlie  kingdom, 
the  holy  gospel,  the  sacraments  and  the  prayers 
of  all  godly  men,  be  common  to  us  ulL  For  when¬ 
soever  any  godly  man  roqulreth  anyHHng  of  God, 
ho  also  requiretli  the  sainu  thing  for  us ;  for  no 
man  ought  to  pray  for  himself  alone.  And  this  Is 
a  great  consolation  tor  all  Christian  people;  for 
the  Scripture  halth  that  the  prayer  of  one  Just 
man  avalleth  much  Arith  God;  and  therefore 
w'heu  many  just  and  godly  men  do  make  their 
supplications  unto  God  w  ith  one  accord,  avc  may 
be  sure  that  their  prayers  are  heard. 
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GOLDEN  THOUGHTS. 
Purposes  are  better  than  regrets, 
cuKisTiANiTv  softens  the  edge  of  life. 
'The  Ai'orld  can  never  sour  on  a  heart  of  love. 
Keep  oh  the  side  of  love  and  you’ll  keep  on  the 
right  side. 
Tukuk  is  a  chart  showing  every  harbor  in  the 
sea  of  Itte,  so  that  none  need  be  lost  or  go  astray. 
It  look  thou.sands  of  ages  to  fit  the  earth  for 
man,  and  it  may  take  as  long  to  fit  man  for  the 
earth. 
Sins  of  the  parents  may  be  visited  upon  their 
children,  but  It  Is  t  hat  the  .sting  may  strike  back 
Into  the  parents’  hearts. 
GodM  grapes  of  blessing  are  not  gathered  from 
the  thorns  of  wrong,  nor  the  figs  of  his  abiding 
peace  rrom  the  thistles  or  evil. 
TiiifRE  are  strings  In  the  harp  of  every  life, 
though  covered  Avlth  dust,  that  give  out  music 
when  the  wings  of  Truth  stir  the  air. 
P-AiN,  like  a  trusty  sentlneL  guards  every  ave¬ 
nue  leading  lo  the  citadel  of  llfe^  and  we  are  ad¬ 
monished  Avhenever  danger  approaches. 
BE.iDTiKcri.  lives  have  groAvn  up  from  the  dark¬ 
est  places,  as  pure  Avhlte  lilies,  full  of  fragrance, 
have  blossomed  on  slimy,  stagnant  Avaters. 
Never  was  a  sincere  Avovd  utterly  lost,  never  a 
magnanimity  fell  to  the  ground ;  there  Is  some 
heiut  always  to  greet  and  accept  It  luiexpectedly. 
