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tie  girl  like  that,”  said  Uncle  Hen,  In  an  aggrieved 
tone,  “you’ll  find  US  hoUi  In  the  new  residence, 
with  the  table  laid  tor  dinner,  when  you  come 
back  lo-niorrow.” 
So  there  was  nothing  for  It  but  for  inigh  to  klsft 
his  little  bride  a  half  score  of  times,  and  com¬ 
mission  I’ufde  Ben  to  lake  tlio  best  pos.sli)le  care 
of  her  unUl  he  should  return. 
“Foolish  clillib'eni”  said  Mr.  Benedict,  as  he 
saw  Kachel  sobbing  on  Hugh’s  shoulder.  But 
there  was  a  cheery  twinkle  In  his  own  keen  gray 
eyes,  neverf  heless. 
Boor  Utile  girl !  the  atmosphere  had  lost  some¬ 
what  of  lla  sparkle,  and  the  world  looked  lcs.s 
bright,  as  she  lourneyed  In  L'nclc  Ben’s  barouche 
towards  her  new  homo,  with  Uncle  Ben’s  news¬ 
paper  rattling  at  her  side.  As  the  autumn  twi¬ 
light  began  to  fall,  her  Lhouglits  becumc  busy,  as 
a  woman's  will,  at  times. 
“  l.’nole,"  she  said,  lurnlng  suddenly  towards 
the  old  gentleman,  “what  sort  of  a  house  Is  It? 
Ours,  I  mean  I” 
“Well,”  said  Uncle  Bon,  roilectlvcly,  “It’s  a 
cottage,  1  should  say.” 
“  A  modern  cottage  ?” 
“  Well,  no :  rather  of  t  he  anthpio  order  than 
otherwise.” 
“  Oh,”  cried  Raclicl,  “  I’m  glad.  I  despise  those 
new,  stin,  formal  places,  that  look  as  If  they  were 
merely  to  be  admired,  not  lived  in  and  enjoyed. 
Uncle,  what  arc  you  laughing  at?" 
“  At  your  cui’loslty,  rny  dear,”  replied  the  old 
gentleman. 
“  Then  I  won't  ask  you  another  question,"  said 
Kachel,  resolutely. 
But  she  fully  at/oned  for  that  deprivation  by 
sketching  on  the  Uiblctj  of  her  own  fancy  an  end¬ 
less  variety  of  little  Cloildc  structures,  with  ba3’- 
wlndows  and  irelll-ses  covered  with  ellmblug  roses 
and  honeysuckles:  while  Uncle  Benedict  watched 
her  from  behind  the  screen  of  his  newspaper,  with 
the  queerest  of  e.vpressIonH  on  his  brown  old  face. 
“  I'm  almost  sorrj'^  l  commenced  the  thing/'  he 
said  to  himself.  “  if  1  ahnukl  be  disappointed  In 
her  I  But,  pooh  I  it’s  the  only  way  to  Und  out  If 
she  Is  worth  my  boy\j  lovo.” 
Presently  the  lumbeilng  old  chariot  came  to  a 
stand-still;  but  to  llachcl's  surprise.  In  front  of 
no  fairy  cot,  or  low-eaved  edltloe  surrounded  by 
vciandalis  and  lluwer  parterres.  A  lumble-dowu, 
unp.alntx(d  farm-house  stood  a  little  back  from  the 
road,  with  Its  BUuller.s  hanging  hmsely  by  one 
hinge,  and  one  or  two  scrubby  lilac  bushes  for¬ 
lornly  tossing  their  foliage  In  the  wind ' 
“  How  dreary  11  look.s  l"  thought  Kachel,  with  a 
little  shudder,  as  she  wondered  wUtd  her  the  coach¬ 
man  had  really  meant  to  stop  lUcre.  But  Uncle 
Bell  at  once  seized  her  carpel-bag  and  umbrella. 
“  Come,  my  dear,”  he  said  to  Kacliel. 
“  Is  this  the  place  7”  she  asked. 
“This  Is  the  place,”  Uncle  Ben  answered,  with 
a  sudden  paroxysm  of  coughing.  "  date’s  a  little 
out  of  order,”  as  that  useful  mode  of  Ingress  be¬ 
came  suddenly  detached  from  Its  solo  remaining 
hinge,  and  fell  with  a  crash  to  the  ground ;  “  but 
that’s  soon  set  rlglil  with  a  .screw-drlvcr  and  half 
a  dozcu  screws.” 
Alas !  poor  Kachel !  What  were  her  sensations 
as  she  looked  blankly  urauud  t.lie  noglceled,  dis¬ 
mal  spot  which  ivas  the  sole  realization  of  her 
fairy  dreams?  This  tlmiiomo  Undo  Benedict 
had  given  them  1  And  for  an  Instant  our  poor  lit¬ 
tle  heroine  felt  as  If  she  could  repel  the  unwel¬ 
come  gift,  and  U  U  Undo  Benjamin  plainly  that 
She  could  not  .spend  her  daj's  In  a  hovel  lllio  this. 
But  then  came  sober  second  tboughls.  X'ucle 
Benedict  had  meant  kindly;  they  were  poor,  and 
could  not  afford  to  dlsiiense  with  even  the  mean¬ 
est  of  roofs  over  their  heads.  Mo,  sho  must  grate¬ 
fully  accept  the  present  In  the  sjilrlt  In  which  It 
w  as  given,  and  check  in  the  bud  all  her  rebellious 
and  unamlable  replulngs. 
“  I  told  you  It  was  a  cottage,  you  know,”  said 
Uncle  Ben,  keenly  sorutlnl/.lng  her  face,  a.s  they 
stood  on  the  dooi-sUii  waiting  for  the  door  to  he 
opened. 
“Yes,  I  know,”  said  Rachel,  glancing  round 
wilb  brightening  eyes.  “  That  Is  a  very  choice 
climbing  rose,  over  the  window*  If  It  was  only  proji- 
oi'ly  trained." 
It’s  rather  lonesome,”  said  Uncle  Ben. 
“I  like  the  counti’}',”  Kachel  answered  hopo- 
lully. 
As  she  spoke  a  slipshod  old  woman  appeared  to 
let  them  In,  and  led  the  way  to  the  best  room,  a 
grecn-curtulned  apartment,  with  a  shabby  carpet 
on  the  tloov,  and  a  fire  In  the  gniio  that,  emitted 
far  more  smoke  than  caloric. 
“  Smoky  chimneys,  eh?”  said  Undo  Ben. 
“  The  draught  seems  to  be  poor,”  said  Kachel, 
“  but  I  dare  say  it  can  be  altered.” 
“  I  hadn’t  any  idea  the  ceilings  were  so  low,” 
grumbled  the  old  gentleman. 
“  It’s  partly  the  effect  of  the  large  pattern  of 
the  wall  paper,”  said  Kachel,  with  a  glance  at  the 
red  and  green  monstrosities.  “  A  umrow-stiiped 
pattern  will  impiove  It.” 
“  tVhal  queer  little  cupboards  by  the  sides  of 
the  mantel !”  said  I’ncle  Ben. 
“  Oh,  they  will  be  nice  for  our  best  china,”  said 
Kachel. 
“  Aly  dear,"  said  the  old  gentleman,  “  I  believe 
you  are  determined  to  be  pleased.  Ho  you  really 
think  you  shall  like  this  place  ?” 
“I  shall  like  any  plauu  where  Hugh  Is!"  said 
Rachel  brightly. 
She  went  all  over  the  house  with  the  old  gentle¬ 
man,  planning  Improvemen Us  and  suggesting  and 
contriving  until  he  really  began  to  tblnk  she  would 
make  an  Arcadia  out  of  Uie  tumble-down  old  farm. 
And  if  she  shed  a  lew  tears  on  her  pillow  when 
she  went  to  real  under  the  eaves  of  the  roof,  In  an 
apartment  which  imist  Viave  been  built  for  Tom 
Thumb,  I'ncle  Ben  Benedict  never  suspected  lU 
There  was  the  chariot  at  the  door  when  Rachel 
MOORE'S  R 
rose  from  her  breakfast  of  bread  and  butter  and 
coffee  the  next  morning. 
“  Come,  ray  lass,"  said  the  old  gentleman,  “  I 
want  to  sliowyou  a  place  further  u[i  the  road, 
which  lia.s  been  taken  by  a  friend  of  mine.” 
The  drive  and  the  delicious  Boptember  air  were 
like  an  ln\1goraf.lng  tonic  to  our  wearied  llltlo 
bride;  and  a  picture  after  Lli«  style  of  Watteau 
awalt4  d  them,  In  the  exquisite  villa,  with  Us  rose- 
clad  bay  windows  and  picturesquely  sloping  roof. 
Rustic  Iron  chairs  stood  under  the  bowing  branch- 
e.s  ot  the  elms  on  the  lawn,  and  a  marbhj  Cupid, 
holding  up  a  carved  coneh-shcU,  soaltored  bright 
rain  Into  a  flower-bordered  basin  directly  In  front 
of  the  gates. 
“  oil,  h(»w  beautiful  I”  cried  Rachel.  “  I  never 
saw  such  superb  scarlet  geraniums  In  my  life ; 
and  wiial  a  lovely  m.arl)le-paved  halll” 
“  You  like  the  appearance  ?” 
“  Oh,  yes ;  ’Us  bt.-autKul." 
“  Come  In,  mj’  dear,  and  sec  how  you  like  the  In¬ 
terior,”  said  the  old  gentleman,  serenely. 
It  was  perfect,  from  the  drawing-roonw,  with 
their  superb  Brussels  carpet  and  excjulslto  silk 
hangings,  to  the  chambers,  all  In  w  hlte  and  pink, 
like  the  Inside  of  ii  rose’s  heart,  and  the  falo* 
conservatory,  all  stocked  with  camellias,  helio¬ 
trope,  and  rare  fuchsias,  at  this  south  end  of  the 
house. 
“  It  is  like  fairyland  J”  cried  Kachel,  enthusi¬ 
astically.  “  Ho  tell  mo,  Uncle  Bon,  who  Is  to  live 
here  7" 
Uncle  Ben  turned  round  and  faced  her. 
“  You,  riiy  dear.” 
“  And  Hugh,  of  course  7” 
“  To  be  sure  1” 
“  But,  uncle,”  gasped  little  Kachel,  quite  over- 
3vuelmed  hj*  this  unexpected  good  luck,  “the 
other  house - ” 
“  That’s  only  a  little  joke  of  mine.  This  Is  the 
real  Homo,  and  i  give  It  to  you  with  all  the  more 
pleasure  that  you  were  disposed  to  make  the  best 
of  the  bad  bargain  you  thought  you  w'cre  In  for. 
My  dear,  the  contented  mind  you  possess  Is  worth 
a  thousand  houses  1” 
And  Rachel  felt  something  warm  and  wet  upon 
her  check,  like  a  tear,  as  the  old  gentleman  stoop¬ 
ed  to  kiss  her. 
When  Hugh  came  homo,  to  llnd  his  little  wife 
ui)on  the  verandah,  all  welcoming  smiles  to  greet 
hbu,  be  excliiimeo,  “  Why,  Uncle  Ben,  this  Is  a 
perfect  casket  1” 
“  But  none  too  gocai  lor  the  little  Jewel  that  lu- 
hablls  H,”  Uncle  Ben  answered. 
And  Hugh  road  In  the  tone  that  his  .voung  wife 
had  won  the  capricloms  old  gentleman’s  heart.— 
irorfd. 
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“POINTS.” 
IlK  w'as  a  large  man,  except  In  his  Ideas  and  in 
the  manner  of  hts  speech.  Ills  faee  was  as  grave 
as  the  Chinese  problem,  but  there  was  a  quizzical 
ciisl  III  his  lelt  eye,  and  lils  tongue  was  rlchlnnd 
heavy  with  a  foreign  acce.nt,  albeit  as  rapid  n  the 
running  waters  of  the  River  Hec.  Leaning  against 
Uie  frightful  head  of  one  of  the  Iron  lions  in  Call- 
fonda  street,- with  i  hegeneral  appearance  of  being 
ready  lo  either  br.ace  up  the  market  or  stand 
from  under,  ho  voiced  this  Idyl :  “  It's  a  lino  thing 
to  dale  Ih  stocks  wlilu  you  know  you’re  right.  1 
got  all  my  points  from  Flood.  Mlsther  nood’sa 
frleml  o’  mine.  I  make  all  mo  money  through  him. 
He’s  a  klud  adviser.  A  few  days  agonc  1  wont  to 
me  friend  Flood,  and  sez  l,  ‘Allsthcr  Flood,'  sez  I 
‘  would  I  bo  best  buying  a  few  shares  of  Savage  7 
It’s  goin’  chape,’  sez  1,  •  an’  the  Lord  knows  hut 
It’ll  get  out  of  me  rachc  soon,’  Mo  friend  Flood 
looked  up  from  his  w'rltln’  (ho  wa.s  signin'  a  chlek 
for  an  orphan  asuylum),  an’  sez  ho  to  me,  shakln’ 
his  big  head  hellracs,  ‘  Hon’t  touch  It,’  sez  he. 
'  Hlvll  a  thing  is  there  In  the.  mine  hut  wather,  an’ 
It  might  hurl  ye,’  sez  ho.  ‘Tiiank  ye,  MisUier 
Flood,  sez  1.  i’hln  1  wint  and  tuck  TOO  shares.  1 
got  all  mo  points  from  Flood.  Tt  was  goin’  at  f  17. 
Betimes  It  rose  in  f  2S,  an’  I  wlnt  to  Ids  office.  1 1  e 
was  glad  to  sea  mo.  Ho  wa.s  spaJcIu’  to  his  chafe 
clci  k  about  kapin’  the  asscssmenu  from  gettln’ 
mixed  widlho  dlvldend.s,  but  kindly  slopped  and 
gave  me  a  nod  and  a  wink.  ‘  Good  morulu,'  Mlii- 
thcr  Flixid,'  sez  1.  ‘  Bavago  Is  a  square  stock ;  it’s 
laplii’  about  like  a  dog  wld  a  male  o’  poison/  sez  1. 
‘Wouldn't  I  best  sell  a  irllle  of  it  short?’  He 
looked  at  me  kindly,  and  sez  he,  ‘  Lave  it  alone  for 
awhile,  It's  rlglu’  like  a  full  moon,’  sez  ho,  ‘  wldout 
signs  of  stoppln’,  an'  1  couldn’t  advise  ye  to  soli.’ 
‘  Thank  yc,  M  lather  Flood,*  sez  I.  Thin  I  wlnt  an’ 
sold  me  Savage  to  Keene,  lie  had  a  trifle  already, 
but  was  fiiudly  to  take  It  an’  give  me  the  profit  of 
$»,6(i0.  I  get  all  me  points  from  me  f  rind  Flood ; 
but  don’t  be  talkin’  about  it;  he  might  change  his 
system  some  Lime  and  break  mo." 
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JOSH  BILLINGS  ON  STRAWBERRIES. 
The  strawberry  is  one  ov  nature’s  sweet  pets. 
She  makes  them  worth  fifty  cents  the  fust  she 
makes,  and  never  allows  them  to  be  sold  at  a 
mean  price. 
The  color  of  the  strawberry  Iz  Uke  the  setting 
uv  the  sun  under  a  thin  cloud,  with  a  delicate 
splash  uv  rain  In  It;  its  fragrance  Iz  like  the 
breath  uv  a  l)aby  when  It  furst  begins  to  eat  wln- 
tergreen  lozztugers;  Its  flavor  Is  like  the  nectar 
an  old-fashioned  goddess  used  to  leave  at  the  bot¬ 
tom  uv  the  lumler  when  Jublter  stood  treat  on 
Mount  Ida. 
There  Is  many  breeds  uv  this  delightful  vegeta¬ 
ble,  but  not  a  mean  one  In  the  hull  lot. 
I  think  1  have  stole  them,  laying  around  loos, 
without  any  pedigree.  In  somebody’s  tall  grass, 
when  I  was  a  lazy  school  boy,  that  eat  dredful 
ea.*!!'  without  any  white  sugar  on  them,  and  even 
a  bug  mixed  with  them  In  the  hurry  uv  the  mo¬ 
ment.  Cherrys  Iz  good,  but  they  are  too  much 
like  sucking  a  marble  that  has  got  a  handle  tow 
It.  Peaches  Iz  good.  It  ii  don’t  get  enny  uv  the 
pin  feathcTM  into  your  Ups.  Watermelons  will 
sule  eunybody  who  is  witiailed  with  half-sweet¬ 
ened  drink ;  but  the  man  who  can  cat  strawber- 
rylcB  besprinkled  with  crushed  sugar,  and  bespat¬ 
tered  wit  h  kream  (at  somebody  else’s  expense), 
and  not  lay  his  h.aQd  on  Ids  stummak  and  thank 
the  author  uv  strawberryles  and  stuiumaks,  and 
the  fihelow  who  pays  for  the  strawberryles.  Is  a 
man  with  a  worn-out  consclcuco— a  man  Avhose 
mouth  tastw  like  a  hole  lii  the  ground,  and  don’t 
care  what  gets  down. 
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A  SIOUX  WARRIOR’S  DIARY. 
Amonu  the  interesting  relics  brought  back  by 
gentlemen  connected  with  Gen.  Crook’s  recent 
expedition  against  hostile  Indians,  and  found  In 
the  villagv  of  Crazy  horse,  after  it  wa.s  abandoned 
by  the  band,  and  previous  to  Its  destrucUon  by 
Gen.  Crook’s  soldiers,  was  a  Itook  full  of  curious 
drawings,  which  uiipcai'  to  bo  the  mllUary  record, 
expressed  In  picture  fom,  of  some  one  of  the 
young  warrlqrs  belonging  to  the  Indian  band. 
Wo  bare  seen  the  Ixiok,  wldcli  contains  many 
sketches  remarkable  for  Ixild  delineation  and 
trutlifulness  to  nature,  bearing  in  mind,  of  course, 
that  the  same  Is  the  work  of  an  imlutorcd  Indian 
urlLst.  'Ulie  pictures  represent  attacks  on  Ameri¬ 
can  wagon-trains,  parflos  traveling  along  the 
highway.  In  a  few  insta  uccs  female  figures  occur 
Tlie  victims  are  pictured  as  being  scalped,  shot 
with  liUeB  and  arro^vs,  and  Blabbed  with  lances. 
In  some  of  the  jicturos  the  parties  uitackcd  are 
Indians  of  other  tribes,  Crows  and  Pawnees  being 
especially  noticeable.  Nearly  all  tho  scenes  are 
painted  In  bright  colors;  the  blue  unlforinE  of  the 
murdered  BOldlcrs  and  tlie  red  trappings  of  the 
Sioux  braves  are  especially  vivid.  It  Is  quite  cer- 
UUn  that  every  scene  so  pictured  was  an  actual 
occurrence.  'I’ho  wairlor  to  whom  this  book  be¬ 
longed  has  a  very  sanguinary  record,  If  that  Ls 
true.  I’he  book  Itself  appears  to  have  been  an 
account-book  that  was  stolon  from  some  post- 
trader.  It  bears  date  IsCD.—Hi/iahn  /loji. 
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THE  LARGEST  SWAMP  IN  THIS  COUNTRY. 
I'uE  survtijing  parly  sent  out  to  survey  tho  Okc-  I 
fcuokco  Swamp  report  that  H  measures  H’Z  miles 
In  circumference,  and  with  Uie  sinuosities,  180 
miles  around.  This  vast  formation,  80  miles  long 
and  2T  miles  wide,  Is  tlio  laigest  swamp  in  tho 
United  Buxlos.  It  lies  in  t  he  Boutheasterii  part  of 
Georgia,  but  partlj*  In  North  Florida.  Here  Is  the 
Suwanee  Kivcr,  made  famous  by  the  old  negro 
melody  ot  “Old  Folks  at  Home.”  It  traverses  a 
large  soollon  of  upper  Florida,  is  bordered  wltli 
valuable  cypress  and  other  Umber,  and  empUcs 
Into  the  <>alf  at  a  jiolnt  aixiut  eighteen  miles  above 
Ci-dar  Keys,  ukefenokee  .swamp  was,  for  gener- 
allons,  a  ret  uge  for  runaway  slaves.  Indiana  liave 
llvcKl  there  until  recenUy,  cultlvatlug  gardens; 
and  In  the  depths  of  the  Jungles  and  forests  are 
Uiousauds  of  bears  and  a  great  many  Florida 
“  Ugers ■•—the  conger,  or  American  panther.  One 
curtoua  cxpcrtence  of  tbo  sui’vejing  paity  was  to 
And  themselves  at  one  tlino,  w  hile  In  the  midst  of 
a  great  swamp,  sulTeri  ng  for  water.  The  dLscov- 
cry  ot  a  number  of  mounds,  “  probablj*  built  by  a 
race  of  men  existing  before  the  Indians,”  Is  also 
reported.  Several  8keletou.s  were  taken  from  them, 
but  some  crumbled  as  soon  as  exposed  to  the  air. 
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AMONii  the  ridiculous  patents  that  have  boon 
granted  at  Washington  are  a  traji  for  catching 
tape-worms,  a  combined  plow  and  camion,  a  pat 
ent  brick  to  be  tied  to  a  cow’s  tall  to  keep  her  from 
switching  her  natural  appendage,  a  house  on  roll¬ 
ers  that  deaden  the  shook  of  an  earthtpiake,  and 
a  combined  trunk  and  house.  The  person  aiTllcted 
wiUi  tape-wonn  starves  himself  until  the  worm, 
attracted  by  tho  delicious  ball  In  the  trap,  Is  rcad^ 
lly  caught.  Tho  combi ucd  plow  and  cannon  la 
for  frontier  fai-mers,  and  Is  Intended  for  mowing 
down  the  savages,  'i'hc  combined  trunk  and 
houBc  Is  adapted  to  persons  of  small  means,  and 
can  be  cxlendcd  or  contracted,  as  they  may  have 
occasion  to  use  a  house  or  a  trunk. 
- »4  ♦ 
At, I.  we  can  say  of  the  most  original  authors 
nowadays  Is  not  that  they  say  anything  new,  but 
only  they  arc  capable  of  sajing  such  and  such 
*'hlngs  themselves  “  as  if  they  had  never  been  said 
before  them/'— st«*ne. 
I  4  ♦  » 
A  TIMID  person  Is  frightened  before  a  danger,  a 
coward  duiing  the  time,  and  a  courageous  person 
afterward.— Kic/ifcr. 
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BOOKS  RECEIVED. 
Fkom  T.  B.  Pkteksox  &  BKOTHEK.H,  Phllada. : 
Belf-Kalsod ;  or,  Fixmi  the  Depths.  A  sequel 
to  Ishmael.  By  Mi’s.  Southworth.  [Cloth. 
— pp.  658.  Price  fl.75.] 
Jas.  K.  Osgood  &  Co.,  Boston; 
Old  .\cqualntunce :  “  Barry  Cornwall  and  some 
of  Ifls  Friends.”  By  Jas.  T.  Fields.  [Cloth. 
— pp.  121.  Illustrated,  Price  50  cts.] 
OiiANiiK  Judd  Co.,  New  York: 
Broom  C^orn  and  Brooms.  Illustrated  treatlse. 
[I’aper.— pp.  5T.  Cloth,  75  cts.;  paper,  50  cts. 
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T.  B.  Peacock  : 
The  Vendetta  and  other  Poems.  By  T.  B. 
Peacock.  Published  by  the  author.  [Cloth, 
pp.  lOL] 
Magazines  fok  June: 
Wide  Awake,  Domestic  Monthly,  Demorest’s. 
Silbktij  ^IraMng. 
THE  MODEL  CHURCH. 
Weld,  wife.  I  found  a  model  church !  1  worshiped 
there  to-day ! 
Tt  made  me  think  of  good  old  timet,  before  my  head 
was  gray ; 
The  mcetin’-houBC  was  flxed  np  more  than  they  were 
j'cars  ago, 
ButUicn  I  felt  when  I  went  in,  it  waau'tall  bnilt  for 
Bhow. 
The  sexton  didn’t  Beat  me  away  back  by  the  door ; 
He  knew  that  I  was  old  and  deaf,  as  well  as  old  and 
poor; 
Ho  must  have  been  a  Christian,  because  he  led  me 
through 
The  long  aisles  of  that  crowded  church,  to  find  a  place 
and  pew. 
I  wish  you’d  heard  tho  singing.  It  had  tho  old-time 
ring; 
The  preacher  said,  with  a  trumpet  voice,  *'  Let  all  the 
jieopleBing!" 
The  tune  was  Coronation,  and  the  music  upward 
rolled. 
Till  I  thought  I  heard  the  angels  striking  all  their 
harps  of  gold. 
My  deafness  seemed  to  melt  away,  my  spirit  caught 
the  fire, 
I  Joined  my  feeble,  trembling  voice  with  that  melodi¬ 
ous  (.'hoir. 
And  sang  as  in  my  younger  days,  "  Let  angola  pros¬ 
trate  fall. 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem,  and  crown  Him  Lord  of 
all.” 
1  tell  yon,  wife,  it  did  me  good  to  sing  that  song  once 
more ; 
1  felt  like  Bomc  wrecked  mariner,  who  gets  a  glimpse 
of  shore ; 
I  almoflt  wanted  to  lay  down  this  weather-beaten  form 
And  anchor  in  the  blessed  port  forever  from  the  storm. 
The  iirnachin’?  Well,  I  can't  Just  tell  all  that  the 
preacher  said ; 
1  know  it  wasn’t  written ;  I  know  it  wasn’t  read ; 
He  hadn't  time  to  read  it,  for  the  Ughtuiu’  of  his  eye 
Wont  flashin’  'long  fx-om  pew  to  pew,  nor  passed  a  sin¬ 
ner  hj'. 
The  sermon  wasn’t  flowery ;  ’twas  sUnplo  gospel  truth ; 
It  fitted  iHjor,  old  men  like  me ;  it  fitted  hoj'oful  youth ; 
'Twas  full  of  coUHolatlon  for  w  eary  hearts  that  bleed, 
’Twas  full  of  Invitation  to  Christ,  and  not  to  creed. 
The  preacher  made  sin  hideous  In  Gentiles  and  in 
Jews  i 
He  shot  the  golden  sentenoes  down  In  the  finest  pews; 
And— though  I  can’t  see  very  well— I  saw  the  falling 
t<;ar 
That  told  me  hell  was  some  ways  off,  and  Heaven  very 
near. 
How  swift  the  golden  moments  fled  within  that  holy 
place ; 
How  beautiful  beamed  the  light  of  Heaven  from  every 
happy  face ; 
Apaiu  1  longed  for  that  sweet  time  when  friend  shall 
luiM'l  with  friend, 
"  When  congregations  ne’er  break  up,  and  babbuth  has 
no  end.” 
I  hope  to  meet  that  minister— that  congregation,  too— 
In  the  dear  home  beyond  the  stars  that  shine  from 
Heaven’s  blue; 
I  donbl  not  I’ll  remember,  beyond  life’s  evening  graj*. 
The  happy  hour  of  worship  in  that  model  church  to- 
daj*. 
Hour  wife,  the  fight  will  soon  bo  fought,  the  victory  be 
won; 
The  shinin'  goal  is  Just  ahead,  the  race  is  nearly  run ; 
O’er  the  river  we  ore  noaring  they  are  thronging  to  the 
shore. 
To  shout  our  safe  arrival  where  the  weary  weep  no 
more. 
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ORNAMENTS. 
We  all  prize  an  ornament,  whether  It  be  for  our 
parlor,  or  our  person,  or  as  a  gift  to  others.  How 
we  study  our  own  taste,  or  the  taste  of  our  friends 
we-  wish  to  grat  ify.  It  must  be  beautiful,  becom¬ 
ing  to  the  person,  and  be  la  harmony  with  the 
style  and  dross  of  the  wearer.  But  were  we  ever 
anxious  to  pos-sess  that  Ornament  which  God,  our 
best  and  clearest  Friend  would  like  to  adorn  us 
with  •?  Unlike  aU  others.  It  Is  perfectly  becoming 
to  the  wearer,  whatever  may  be  her  age.  It  adds 
grace  and  beauty  to  the  possessor;  Is  equally  be¬ 
coming  and  admired  at  the  fireside  or  in  social 
gatherings;  adorns  alike  the  rlcUe'at  palace  or 
humblest  dwelling  place  In  thu  land.  Age  will 
not  dim  Its  luster,  and  I  have  seen  U  grow  brighter 
while  passing  tlirough  tlie  storm. 
Women  should  especially  prize  It,  for  unlike 
their  other  ornaments,  the  fashion  of  It  never 
clianges.  It  Is  a  priecless  Oxmment.  Money  can¬ 
not  buj' It.  It  is  a  gift.  The  gift  of  One  who  loves 
us  tenderly.  Lot  us  accept  It  and  guard  It  care¬ 
fully,  and  as  oxir  little  daughters  early  show  a  love 
for  tlie  beautiful,  let  us  leain  them,  by  wearing  It 
constantly  1  n  tbelr  presence,  to  prize  It  above  every 
other.  Let  love  to  the  Saviour  and  to  those  around 
us  be  the  golden  chain  that  .shall  secure  It  to  our 
persons.  “The  ornament  ot  a  7necU  ana  quint 
sijirit  is,  In  the  sight  of  God,  of  great  price.” 
How  TO  AVOID  Anxiety.- Payson,  on  his  djing 
bed,  said  to  his  daughter,  “  You  will  avoid  much 
pain  and  anxiety  if  you  will  learn  to  trust  all  your 
concerns  in  God’s  hands.  ‘  Cast  your  cares  on 
Him,  for  lie  caretU  for  you.’  But  If  you  merely  go 
and  sail  that  j'ou  cast  your  care  upon  Him,  you 
will  come  away  with  the  load  on  your  shoulders.’ 
- *-4-* - - 
A  FirjAL  adoring  affection  on  our  part,  uttering 
Itself  In  all  forms  of  activity,  and  making  every 
work  a  worship ;  a  dlvlno  benignity  and  tender¬ 
ness  on  ills  part,  replying  to  ouj’  love ;  these  should 
mark  our  relation  to  God,— Hr.  Siorrs. 
