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MOORE’S  RURAI-  WEW-YORKER. 
SEPT.  23 
manly  nature,  than  In  the  days  when  he  asked 
her  to  be  his  wife.  I 
They  had  much  to  talk  about  and  (iKOKORlold 
to  hJs  wmiiaOietle  listener  the  story  of  Ids  wife’s 
d(!;dh  in  their  W  estern  home,  and  how  he  had 
come,  h'eUng  desolate  and  lonely,  (havlnii:  never 
had  a  child,)  lo.hls  old  home  In  the  city  of  1$ — ,  j 
and  had  taken  rooms  In  a  comforUiblo  house, 
where  he  Intended  to  remain.  Ho  was  rich,  he 
said,  havln«  made  money  In  the  W'est. 
KSTHEU  had  very  little  to  tell  of  her  uneventful 
life;  she  tried  to  be  contented,  she  told  him,  but 
It  was  rather  lonely. 
“  W’cll,  you  will  not  be  lonely  now  that  I  am  so 
close  at  hand,”  said  Mr.  Maxwki.i.,  as  he  rose  to 
KO.  “  And  you  mustprorntsc  to  let  me  know  when 
you  want  a.'tslstaneu  In  any  way - ” 
KsTiiKK  smiled  up  at  the  stalwart  figure  and 
kind  grave  face  and  pi-omlscd ;  so,  with  an  aUce- 
tlonale  good  night,  he  left  her,  doU;rmliied,  In 
spile  of  h(<r  fonner  rejection,  to  woo  hei-  again  to 
be  his  wife. 
In  pursuanco  of  this  lutontlon,  ho  saw  her  al¬ 
most  didly,  sometimes  going  with  her  t/>  the  doors 
of  her  pupils’  houses,  lie  gave  her  hooks,  music 
and  80  many  hot-Uouso  Powers,  that  her  little 
room  became  a  bower  of  beauty  aud  fragrance. 
All  these  uttetillons  she  accepted;  Indeed,  she 
could  hardly  refuse  them.  He  was  only  (Ihokok 
Maxwbu.,  her  old  fi'lend,  and  <iuUe  udddle-aged— 
nearly  forty,  In  fact. 
Hut  a  t  the  end  of  a  month  she  found  t.hat  tUcso 
atteiit, Iona  m<!ant  something,  when  Ukokok  again 
.asked  her  to  marry  him  -and  again  sho  refused! 
It  was  only  pity  for  her  lorloru  condition,  she 
told  herself;  he  really  did  not  care  for  her  in  that 
way,  now  that  she  had  grown  pale  and  faded,  and 
she  told  him  the  same,  very  gently  and  tenderly, 
aud  he,  without  a  word,  turned  away,  wounded 
to  the  ipJlck  at  her  second  reJocUon. 
He  wrore  hera  note  attc-rward,  bidding  her  good- 
by;  ho  was  going  away  lor  a  time,  hut  wished 
hjr  to  write  It  she  ever  remilrod  assistaneo,  lo  an 
address  wlileli  ho  gave  her  In  a  Western  city. 
Ho  he  was  gone;  and  Khtuku  wept  bitterly  at 
the  1  bought  that  she  had  sent  him  out  Into  the 
world  again  Just  as  he  was  beginning  to  feel 
happy :  luid  yet,  what  could  she  do?  She  felt  as 
Umus'h  he  was  merely  miilHng  a  saerlllceof  hlm- 
Si'H  for  her  s  iko.  Hlie  could  not  marry  him  with 
Ml  It  lecling,  and  fUen  she  doubted  whcllier  she 
loved  him  imnugii.  Komchow.sho  expijctod  a  dlf- 
I'eiciit  Sensation  toward  Hie  man  sho  married, 
and  certainly  the  feeling  sho  had  expcrleueed  for 
t  he  lover  who  had  desertod  her,  was  of  a  widely 
(liirerent.  character. 
She  was  doubly  lonely  now  tlmt  Oeouok  was 
gone ;  she  missed  all  the  kind  looks  and  tones,  the 
thous.tnil  little  atlentlonsshe  was  wont  Ui  receive 
from  him  why  had  he  not  boon  satlslled  with 
i  rieiiilHhIii  ?  llul.  It  was  all  over,  and  ho  was  gone. 
Ho  she  setlitTself  lA)  work  at  the  story  she  Inrended  j 
1,0  write  for  a  prixe.ln  order  to  fnrget  t  he  ple.asant 
hour.s  she  hod  passed  with  her  irierjd.  Hut  In 
v.iln !  he  would  not  he  banished ;  his  kind,  brown 
eyes  were  ever  before  her,  and  she  longed  for  the 
sound  Df  his  deep,  musical  voice,  aud  the  warm 
clasp  nr  his  liiiiul. 
To  make  mailers  worse,  her  opposite  neighbor 
had  I'oased  to  keoi)  lime  with  her  movements ; 
his  blind  remained  down  nllogethcr,  and  at  night 
no  friendly  r,iy  of  light,  shone  forth  through  the 
darkiiiws  U)  chuer  her  loneliness. 
1‘oor  ICsTHKii !  she  lolled  on  at  her  story,  writing 
until  far  Into  the  night;  every  night,  no  matter 
how  weary  sho  warn,  until  at  the  end  of  a  month 
It  was  rinlshod. 
it  was  about  one  o’clock  In  the  morning  when 
she  penned  the  last  words,  and  was  Just  gather¬ 
ing  up  hiT  writing  materials  wlicn  tho  ery  of 
“Kire!”  rang  through  the  houso,  “Tiro!’’ she 
heard  Immcdlniely  aflorwards  In  the  street,  and 
then  the  bidls  began  to  clang  out  In  the  frosty 
midnight  air. 
ICsrnKw  was  brave,  but  sho  was  afiald  of  fire. 
Hlio  rushed  to  the  door  .and  looked  out;  tho  stair- 
ease  and  passage  were  full  of  smokf,  wldch  rushed 
Into  her  eyes  and  caused  her  i.u  retreat  to  her 
room.  Not  a  soul  w.as  lo  bo  soon,  aud  she  could 
hear  nothing  save  the  crackling  of  ilames,  which 
crept  nearer  aud  nearer,  licking  tho  .sialreaso  as 
tliey  eanie  like  fiery  senients.  Hlio  called,  but  no 
one  aibswereiL  Had  they  forgotten  her  ?  Kvery 
woman  In  t  he  house  had  a  friend  lo  rescue  hm- ; 
hut  she  was  alone !  “  Uoo  help  me !’’  sho  cried ; 
“  if  <  immcK  wore  only  here  I” 
The  smoke  and  ilaiuo  drove  her  still  further  Into 
tho  room  and  shO  fell  that  her  doom  was  seabed, 
She  must  die  thero,  alone  1  sufl'oeaUul  by  that  ter¬ 
rible  smoke.  She.  hoped  her  sulTerIngs  would  not 
belong;  shonexcr  thought  of  saving  anything, 
for  where  should  she  take  l.hom? 
Hhe  sat  down  on  the  floor  in  a  stupor  and  cov¬ 
ered  lier  face  with  her  hands ;  then  jumping  up 
smldetily,  she  gave  one  last,  despairing  cry; 
“  (IKOROK,  (ijjOKUK !  If  you  wcro  only  here !” 
“KsTiiKa?"  called  a  stilled  voice  on  the  stairs. 
“  Where  are  you?” 
She  rushed  forward,  blinded  by  smoke  and 
name,  and  was  snatched  up  in  Okokok  Maxwki.l'8 
strong  arni.s  and  borne  down  tho  burning  stair¬ 
case.  “Tliank  God:  you  are  safe!"  he  said,  as 
he  bi/jod  In  the  cold  street  w  1th  her  form  still  held 
lightly  In  his  grasp. 
“.\nd  thank  <io»  that  you  eamc!”  sho  said,  as 
she  elung  to  his  nock  amid  the  shouting,  strug- 
gltngcrowd.  Hhe  trembled  with  cold  and  fright 
allhough,  fortunately,  she  had  all  her  clothing 
on,  still  the  night  air  of  March  was  chill  and 
searching.  “You  must  eoinc  to  iny  boarding¬ 
house,”  said  Mr.  Max  wKi.n,  as  he  made  his  way 
through  tlie  excited  crowd,  and  still  carrying  her 
ho  walked  as  swiftly  as  he  could  round  the  corner 
aud  into  (ho  next  sired,  where  ho  entered  the 
houic,  made  his  way  up.sialih  and  deposited  hi 
preclou-s  burden  on  the  sofa  In  his  warm  sitting 
room,  where  a  lire  was  burning  and  tho  gas  lit, 
late,  or  rather  early,  as  it  was.  “  Thero,  Ksniicii,” 
ho  .said,  stroking  the  brown  hair  buck  from  tho 
palo  little  face,  "rest  yourself  and  slay  your 
weary  feet  on  a  friend’s  throsliold.’* 
Ho  spoke  so  kindly  and  tho  girt  was  so  glad  to 
see  him  and  .so  thankful  for  her  escape  from  death, 
that  she  hurst  Into  tears. 
“  J-lSTii  Kii,  darling,  what  la  It  7”  he  said.  “  You 
are  tired  and  your  nerves  have  received  too  great 
a  shock.  1  will  give  you  something  to  revive  you 
and  then  you  must  take  jioa-seaslon  of  my  I'ooni 
and  try  to  sleep.” 
Ho  got  licr  some  wine  and  a  biscuit,  Avaltlug  on 
her  with  a  grave,  fatherly  tenderness.  She  drank 
tho  wlno  and  felt  better,  but  refused  to  take  his 
room. 
“  I  don't  Intend  to  occupy  it  to-nighi,”  he  said  ; 
‘  I  am  going  round  to  c—  street,  to  ilnd  out  the 
extent  of  the  damage ;  you  dbl  not  save  anything, 
of  course  ?” 
“No,  I  nad  not  time;  and  there  1k  really  noth¬ 
ing— o,  my  mauuscrlpt!”  Hho  exclaimed,  recol¬ 
lecting  It ;  “  my  prize  story !” 
“  ni  llnd  It  for  you  If  you  promise  to  go  to  bed, 
K-sruKit.  I  will  leave  yn\i  now,  and  hope  when  I 
come  h.ack,  to  llnd  you  have  obeyed  mo,  so  good¬ 
night,  my  rescued  darllug  I”  and  ho  kissed  pas¬ 
sionately  the  little  hand,  a  liberty  whhdi  Ksthrk 
did  not  rc.sont.  “  Good-night,”  she s.Ud,  "my  pre¬ 
server  !” 
He  Idssed  her  hand  ag.aln,  his  grave  f.ace  all 
aglofv,  and  loft  the  room;  while  E.si  uEit,  taking  a 
traveling  rug  from  a  e.hab’,  timidly  opened  the 
bedroom  door  and  laid  licrsolf  down  on  the  bod  In 
the  dark,  wliere  sho  soon  fell  Into  a  sound  sleep. 
When  sho  woke  the  sun  was  shining  and  she 
Jumped  up  hiustlly,  surprisod  to  Had  herself  in  a 
strange  room ;  but.  the  past  night  came  b.aek  to 
her  as  she.  went  to  tho  window  and  looking  out, 
Suw  straight  beiore  her  what  she  knew  must  be 
hcj’  own  room,  with  the  window  blackened  with 
smoke,  but  otherwise  unliarmod.  '^'es,  HiaL  tv  ns 
the  house,  and  the  yard  seemed  to  bo  lined  with 
a  mass  of  ruhhlhh,  crockery  ami  furnllure,  which 
had  no  doubt  been  tbrowu  fmm  the  hurnlng  win¬ 
dows.  Then  looking  at  tho  position  of  tho  house 
from  w'he.re  she  stood,  It  .suddenly  oeeurred  Ui 
her  that  thl.s  was  the  window  or  her  opposite 
neighbor  a/ul — Geokok  Maxwem-  must  be  the 
luaii  himself  1 
A.S  she  thought  tuts,  a  kuoek  at  Ihodiforstai  Med 
her.  It  w;uj  the  landlady,  wishing  to  know  how 
she  Wius,  Informing  her,  also,  that  the  lire  had 
not  boon  so  bad  as  was  thuaglit,  and  that  Mr, 
MAXWKi.ii  wa.s  walling  for  her  In  tluj  sitting-room. 
He  had  slept  upstairs. 
Kstukii  made  a  hurried  toilet,  rcileetlng  that 
she  liad  nellher  honnet  or  cloak  to  go  o\il,  In,  and 
went  Inio  the  sitting-room,  whero  Geouoe  camt; 
forward  to  meet  her,  his  brown  eyes  full  of  love 
and  Um'le)'ne.s.s.  She  held  out  both  hands,  aud 
he  took  her  to  Uls  heart  without  a  Avord.  No  need 
to  ask  a  fiuo.stloij  -he  knew  she  wms  hl.s  at  last  1 
“  l.lttle  darling !”  he  murmured ;  “  I'lsriiEa,  how 
could  you  be  so  eruel  as  to  send  me  away  V  and  1 
came  back  just  in  the  iilck  oi  time  to  save  you. 
How  gladly  yon  rushed  Into  luy  arms,  through 
smoko  and  Hume.” 
She  laughed  softly  n-s  ho  kissed  her.  “  GKontiK, 
It  was  your  going  away  that  made  me  love  you ; 
and— did  you  and  my  maiiusei  lpt  V” 
"Alas,  no;  His  a  great  misfortune,  no  doubt, 
but  Ills  gone !” 
"  Well,  1  can  do  Avltliout  it,  noAv,  as  long  as  I 
have  become  acquainted  with  my  opposite  Neigh¬ 
bor.” 
ABESTOS. 
,  A  cruiors  exhlhltlon  hits  Just  been  organized 
at  the  Slmonottl  Palace,  on  tho  Oorso,  In  Home, 
it  Is  a  dls)ilay  of  nbesios  In  all  the  stngos  through 
Avhlch  It  passes  rrem  tlie  time  that  It  Is  taken  out 
of  f  lic  bowels  of  tho  earth  until  It  appears  as  a 
manufiudured  article.  The  anclcnte  had  a  moans 
of  weaving  It  and  wit  h  It  made  napkin.s  for  meals, 
wicks  for  lamiis  and  winding  sheets  for  the  dead 
for  the  purposes  of  cremullou,  so  lhatthc  ashos 
ot  t  he  deceased  could  be  collected  unmixed  Avltli 
those  of  the  wood  which  had  formed  the  funeral 
pyre.  The  process  of  w'orking  tills  tc.xllle  has 
been  again  discovered  by  the  MnrqiHs  do  Batrcra. 
The  latest  thing  In  adverttslng  can  be  seen  on 
the  banks  of  llio  Clyde,  In  .Scotland.  The  pro¬ 
prietors  of  tho  Gla.Hgow  Nows  rentod  .some  land 
w  hich  lies  sloiilng  to  tho  Firth  of  Clyde,  and  in 
the  turf  they  cut  the  name  of  the.  paper. 
- - — ♦♦♦ - 
TiiEKE  is  a  greatdeal  of  love  In  this  world  w  lilch 
tho  objects  oti  whom  It  is  wasted  would  bo  better 
wlothut— love  tlmt  Is  so  kind  as  to  be  cruel. 
RECENT  LITERATURE. 
Tlic  Fnilicr’H  Ktory  «l  Ciinrlcy  IIomh.  Uy 
CiiniKTiAN  K.  ItoKH.  rUilaUiJiiliia;  John  K.  Potter 
c;o. 
.ifDuiNO  by  the  title  above, one  would  naturally 
.suppose  this  book  to  he  one  of  those  sehsiitloiial 
stories  which  are  goner.ally  the  followers  of  each 
romantic  event  exciting  public  Interest.  Indeed, 
such  ajudgment  would  not  be  incorreeH  us  to  tho 
word  sensational.  It.  l.s  more  than  that.  It  Is 
exciting  In  its  pallios.  Filled  Avilh  dates  and 
jijimes  of  jtliiec.s— two  things  generally  detesU-d 
by  seekers  of  e'celUng  books— the  Incidents  are 
H<(t  forth  In  a  slmplo  manner,  eximlly  as  a  man 
would  t<ll  Ills  own  sUtry  of  Ids  great  hereavemont 
to  his  ImiiKidlate  friends  w  ho  might  bo  Interested 
111  his  welfare.  We  opened  the  book  with  a  sigh 
for  the  loss  of  lime  required  to  read  It  and  hardly 
closed  It  uml)  we  had  (Inlshed,  with  a  ftadlug  of 
w'oudor  at  the  Btrangencss  of  the  Incldenis  and 
pleasure  at  being  possessed  of  all  the  facts  of  a 
fa-se  wlilch  has  engrossed  ao  much  atteiiMon  dur¬ 
ing  the  last  l.wo  years.  Kven  If  we  did  not  know 
Rthiit  tho  father  of  the  abdm.ted  child  was  the 
author,  the  simplicity  of  the  tale  Itself  would  he 
guaranty  or  its  venaclty.  Hupposlng  hcretororc, 
that  wo  were  famlllur  Wll.li  the  Cuaklky  Uosk 
ease,  we  now-  discover  thal.  we  actually  knew  lllMc 
about  It  before  this  book  was  published.  The 
aut  lior  ilosi's  his  work  with  an  expression  of  that 
lio|ie  for  the  evendml  unraveling  ihe  mystery 
which  has  Rustalned  him  throughout  IHs  long, 
unsuccessful  Kcareh  for  Ills  lost  boy.  Ills  object 
In  publlslHijg  the  book  Is  twofold :  -1 .  To  assist,  If 
possible.  In  unveiling  the  mystery  of  hla  hoy’s 
w  hereabout;  2.  To  obtain  means  to  enable  him 
"  lo  eontlauc  the  search  that  can  not  be  abandoned 
until  the  child  Is  found  or  Ills  death  Is  certainly 
jirovcn.”  not  h  objects  are  equally  cotnmeudablo. 
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BOOKS  RECEIVED, 
DEATH  OF 
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ORATORY 
HOUSE  OF 
IN  THE 
LORDS. 
ENGLISH 
TiiEKE  Is  not  one  orator  in  the  old  sense  left  In 
tlie  House  of  Lords— not  one  man  who  posse.sses 
In  full  lueasiire  tlie  art  wliich  Mr.  Gladstouo  ami 
Mr.  Hrlglit  usually  and  one  or  two  mure  men  oc¬ 
casionally— .Mr.  Hulllvan,  for  examiile,  when  he  Js 
really  excited,  or  Mr.  Lowe,  when  lie  loses  ids  In¬ 
tellectual  temper— sun  employ.  I’liero  is  not 
only  no  one  like  Lord  Urougliam,  Lord  LyudUurst 
or  Karl  firey,  but  there  Is  no  one  like  Lord  Derby 
or  Bishop  WiiDeriorcc.  i.ord  HaltsbiuT  is  an  ora¬ 
tor  aud  jirobably  would  seem  one  if  he  «.a(  in  the 
Commons,  or  could  bo  monUHly  Ihrashed  every 
night,  for  a  session  In  tlie  presence  ot  u  grea  t  au¬ 
dience;  but  bis  powers  require  provoeajlou,  wldch 
they  do  nor.  ofloh  receive,  everybody  being  more 
or  loss  afraid  oi  him;  ana  there  is  no  one  else. 
Lord  Cairns  has  ihcjfoi'cusle  readiness  of  ills  pro¬ 
fession,  but  no  pas-slou ;  ibe  Duko  ol  rg.\  11  speaks 
logically,  but  AAlth  the  fireet  only  of  a  elcar- 
mlndetl  professor,  to  whom  Uie  "divine  gill'* has 
been  conceded,  but  not  the  “dliino  alllalius;'’ 
Lord  Derby  Is  marvellously  honslhie  and  soinc- 
tlmcK  very  terse,  but  never  earned  away  a  human 
being;  Lord  Coleridge’s  silver  tongue  Is  too  sel¬ 
dom  lieard  In  the  House;  t-onl  (.irauvUlc  oul.S’ 
talks  well  and  easily,  putting  a  trace  of  cayenne 
In  his  talk;  and  Lord  Caruunmn  is  bound  by  hts 
oUlceto  make  complleated  que.stions  clear,  and 
only  gloAVSlnto  orator  wlien  the  clilvali  lc  .side  of 
his  nature  Is  roused  or  wounded.  Lord  Grey  re¬ 
tains  sonicDHug  of  the  style  of  tho  iiassod-awuy 
orators  and  can.  In  a  happy  mood,  he  iiorouaslve, 
but  Ills  speaking  w  ants  rush  and  heal;  and  the 
Duke  ot  Somerset,  telUug  as  his  speeches  are.  Is 
an  eplgrammaUst,  not  an  orator.  Most  ot  lUo 
young  men  talk  like  clever  young  men  and  no 
more,  and  Lord  Uosebeny  Is  the  only  one  among 
them  wlio  says  anything  people  care  to  read  lor 
Its  ow  n  sake.  The  debating,  In  fact,  Uiougli  some¬ 
times  errcctlve,  and  ouce  or  twice  In  a  session  ex¬ 
citing  from  the  visible  heat  ot  the  disputants, 
grows  duU  .and  threatens  to  ho,  before  long,  as 
dull  as  the  debating  lii  tho  Commons  when  the 
leadere  aro  not  pre.sent.— A'peemtoe. 
Fkom  T.  H.  Pktkuson  ife  llROTiiEus,  I’lilla.,  Pa.: 
Countess  ot  Kudolstadt— A  Sequel  by  comsue- 
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Holland.  (Cloth— svo.;  pp.stM.  Price, fi.TS.) 
E.  P.  DerroN  A  Co.,  Now  York  : 
Peter  and  Polly;  or,  Home  Life  In  New  En¬ 
gland  a  Hundred  Year.s  Ago,  by  Marian 
Douglas.  (Cloth ;  small  12mo.—pp.  26S.)  J, 
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A  Study  of  Hawt, borne,  by  G.  P.  Laihrop. 
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Harper’s,  Itecord  of  the  Year,  Wallace’s 
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Hovey  &  Co.'s  Catalogue  of  Bulbs  and  Floral 
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A.  Bryant,  -Ir.’s,  Wliolesale  Nursery  Price- 
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logue  of  Dutch  aud  other  Bulbous  Flower 
Boots. 
AV.  11.  Spooner,  Boston,  Mass.,  Spooner’s  Bulb 
Cultivators’  Guide  and  Dest'rliHlve  Cata¬ 
logue  of  Selected  Bulbs,  Ac.,  Ao. 
F.  K.  Phamix,  iHooinlngion,  Ill.,  Wholesale  Price 
List  ol  Uloomlngtoii  Nurseries  and  Di>scrlp- 
llvo  Catalogue  of  Tulips,  llyaelnlhs  and 
other  bulbs. 
New  Music  i'uom  Wm.  A.  Posn  A  CO.,  New  York, 
Society  WulU,  by  g<‘0.  H.  StouU  llequlem 
to  the  .Memory  or  Gen.  Geo.  A.  Custer,  by 
Chas.  Glover  Un  press  >  Hayes  A  Wheeler 
Grand  March,  by  CurlHlruudberg,  Tlldf  ri  A 
lleudrtcks  Grand  March,  by  Wm.  P.  Adams. 
Bose  Boll.  My  Darling— Song  and  Chorus— 
by  T.  H.  Hinton.  Hip !  Hip !  ’  Hurrah!  I  ! 
Song  and  Chorus,  by  s.  Schoenhrun.  What 
Are  You  Thinking  Of  ?  Ballad,  by  Wm.  K. 
Bassford.  Burlesque  Polka,  by  Jacques  Of¬ 
fenbach. 
ALONE, 
BY  KUNE  BT.UFK. 
Oir,  benlK  thivrc  h  heiirt  tliat  never  has  known 
Ou«  dear  loved  niait  It.  could  call  Hu  own  ? 
Can  one  look  luick,  nne  with  hair  now  Kray. 
Without  a  MiKli  foj'  lifr.’H  v.anlHtiod  May  ? 
One,  wIioBo  Laliy  11i>m  wcro  by  love  uniircwod  * 
Whcee  cliUdh'jod'K  hoiivH  were  by  love  unblcsBed  ? 
if  «o,  wlmt  u  wlldcrne(i«  ’iwaa,  i«wr  heart ! 
What  a  Rrliii,  drear  life  for  n  haby'B  part ! 
There  may  l>c  eoino,  thank  Ooi>  Uiey  are  fow, 
Who  of  youthful  swimHh  eo  little  knew ; 
Who  Rtood  or  fell  when  the  tempter  came. 
No  voice  to  |>raiBp,  but  many  lo  blaiuo ; 
Witli  none  to  Kunrd  from  dnuKcr  and  sin, 
Who  fought  alone,  lo  lore  or  win ; 
tVliow!  grii.'fa  or  Joy*  there  were  none  to  Hhare, 
Who  came  or  went  with  none  to  care : 
Who  hatl  no  debt  ’twould  beawcet  to  owe 
For  Ibe  kindly  holpa  Love  can  beatow ; 
Wbo  in  their  prnyera,  if  0>cy  learned  tho  way. 
Had  never  a  dear,  loved  iiaiue  to  say: 
In  whoae  Ure.arnR  came  ni'vrr  a  Kweet,  home  fB<’e, 
That  Time  from  the  heart  could  not  efface  ; 
No  grasit-Krown  grave*  where  they  went  to  weep, 
N  o  tender  juoin’rlca  fore’er  to  kccit : 
Who  lacked  that  love  onr  hearta  all  need. 
Till  tholr  virtue*  *owetl  at  length  tho  *ecd 
In  other  heart*,  where  it  grew  and  bore 
lA)ve’8  plcneant  fruit,  all  unknown  before; 
Or  if  l<i  their  aid  no  kind  word  came, 
'J'lll  from!  *n<l  HI  were  to  them  the  same ; 
Wh<i  died  a«  they  Uvial,  unloved  who  slept 
lu  graves  where  J  ,ove  no  vigil  kept. 
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I  WILL  GIVE  NOTHING. 
‘‘TriKBE  is  that  scatloreth  and  yet  increasclb  ;  and 
Diere  ia  that  withholdelb  more  than  is  jiject,  but  it 
tcudi'th  to  poverty."— /'lOiTrl)*  11 .  ‘it. 
A  MINISTER  sollilllng  aid  towards  bis  chapel 
walled  upon  an  Individual  distinguished  ftir  wealth 
aud  beiiuvoloncc.  Approving  the  eii.so,  he  pro- 
senlA^d  to  this  mlntsler  a  handsome  donation,  and 
turning  to  his  throe  sons,  who  hiul  wltn(«.sed  tho 
tniusaeilou,  ho  advised  them  to  imitate  his  exam¬ 
ple.  “  My  dear  boys,”  Bald  he,  "  you  have  heard 
the  ease  ;  now  tvhat  will  you  give?”  (me  said, 
“I  will  give  all  that  my  pocket  will  furnish;” 
another  obsorveil,  “  I  will  give  half  that  I  have  In 
my  purse;”  tho  third  sleruly  remarked,  “  1  will 
give  nothing.” 
Jipme  year.s  after,  tho  minister  had  occasion  to 
visit  the  same  place,  and  recollecting  the  family 
he  had  called  upon,  ho  Inquired  Into  the  actual 
poHll  Ion  of  the  part  les.  He  wiislnformed  that  tho 
generous  father  was  dea<l ;  tho  youth  wlio  had 
cheerfully  given  all  his  store  was  living  in  af- 
lliicnce;  the  son  who  had  divided  his  pocket 
money  was  in  eomfortablo  clrcmmsianoes;  but 
tho  third,  who  had  IndtgnuuMy  refused  to  aaslst, 
aud  liauglitlly  deelariMl  he  would  give  “  nothing,” 
was  BO  redueeil  as  to  ho  mipported  by  the  two 
brothers. 
Tho  Incident  furnishes  a  most  Buggesllve  com¬ 
ment  upon  the  text  which  sUiiKts  at  the  head  of  It. 
And  there  are  plenty  of  parallel  texts  and  facts. 
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WHAT  IS  REPENTANCE  1 
18  It  a  certain  sLalo  of  feellnglnlo  which  wm  arc 
to  work  ourselvcH  before  wo  believe  7  Hurely  not. 
It  Just  means,  as  Is  now  generally  admitted,  a 
turning  round  towards  God.  When  C’hrLst  began 
to  preach,  ho  smnmed  up  the  whole  or  his  teach¬ 
ing  in  these  two  words,  "Bepont  ye.,  and  believe 
tlie  gospel.”— Mark  1 :  iB.  Ho  the  Apostle  Paul, 
when  he  reminds  the  Ephesian  elderd  of  hts  labors 
among  ihem,  says.  "1  have  taught  you  publicly 
*  *  *  repentaiieo  toward  God  and  faith  to¬ 
ward  our  Lord  Jesua  (’lirlht."  (.\cta20 .  20,  21.  In 
other  words,  “Turn  round  toward  God  and  lake 
the  gilt  of  his  love.  The  two  things  must  go  to¬ 
gether.— fe.vtor  Tfiviiutorc  JUo>ir>((. 
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LAY  PREACHING. 
The  feeling  in  favor  of  lay  preaching  Is  gaining 
strength;  probably  Mr.  Aloody’s  populnrlly  has 
given  It  considerable  stimulus.  The  I’reshyterlans 
talk  of  eslahllshlng  a  luy  college  and  several  re¬ 
ligious  Journals  strongly  favor  the  movement; 
among  them  is  Zion’s  Herald,  which  makes  tho 
excellent  point  thal  this  movement  Is  hut  an  at¬ 
tempt  to  resbire  the  primitive  form  of  evangel¬ 
ism,  cert  ainly  Christ  did  not  send  out  an  edu¬ 
cated  mlnlsti’y;  It  la  equally  certain  that  the 
“live”  members  of  churches  In  which  Hunday 
schools  are  large  uiul  prayer  meetings  are  well 
attended,  pray  as  well  and  talk  as  nearly  to  the 
point  as  the  average  minister  does. 
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THOUGHTS  FOR  THINKERS. 
BusvAN  With  Irresistible  zeal  preached  througli- 
out  t  he  country,  ('specially  in  Bedfordshire  and  Its 
neighborhood.  uuMl  on  the  restoration  of  t’harles 
IL,  he  was  ilirowa  Into  prl.son,  where  he  remained 
twelve  years.  During  hlseonHnementhu  preached 
lo  all  to  whom  ho  could  gain  access,  and  w1icu 
liberty  wasofTered  to  lilm  the  condition  ot  prom- 
l.i.lug  to  abstain  fiom  preaelilng,  he  constenily  re¬ 
plied,  “If  you  let  mo  out  lo-day,  i  shall  preach 
to-morrow.” 
AM.  our  sufferings  are  ordered  by  a  Father; 
'tls  tho  portion  our  Father  gives  us  to  drluk,  and 
whatever  bitter  Ingredient  there  Is  in  It,  Rtlll  It  la 
of  a  Father’s  procuring,  and  wh.v  suspect  It  lo  he 
polwu  and  be  afraid  of  It  7 
