And vox tl;r> air with sighs, 
Whom forced to stay 
In climes away 
From their own pumrkin pics. 
So to our boast 
I give a toast. 
Embroidered #11 in rh>-mo: 
May pumpkins round 
With us abound 
Through future autumn-tlmo 
And may our girls. 
With shining curls 
Aud tender beaming eyes, 
All learn by heart 
The happy art 
Of makiDg pumpkin pica! 
-even If it Is In sonic ono cIso’s kitchen—for her 
support, than one who alts Idly down for her 
father or hnsband to support. ! think men are 
far more kind and considerate than lady writers 
and lecturers give them credit for being. As a 
rule, they tike to have their wives and children 
well dressed, with a good home, pleased and 
happy. Hut too many women demand impossi¬ 
bilities, and are discontented and raUlLflndtng 
when a man Is doing his best. Woman should be 
the queen of the home. Her best c” -rgies should 
PUMPKIN FIE6, 
LOVE TRIUMPHANT, 
I’ve tried the best 
In East, and West, 
I've lunched ’neath tropic sun 
I’ve tested all 
The fruits that fall. 
So far away, so far aw»y I cried, 
In the still night #nd in the busy day. 
Hopeless and sad my longing spirit sighed, 
So far away ’. 
So far away ! How can that be, when Love 
Annihilates all distance ? Strong and clear 
The glad thought came, lifting my heart above 
All doubt atid tear. 
Now, often seated at my work or boojs. 
Your strong, sweet presence seems to 1x11 the place 
I raise my eye«, as if od re more to look 
Into your face. 
And 1 ara gladdened as though you had come 
With tender greeting over land and sea : 
Now know I surely that your spirit’s homo 
Is still with me 
And though I long to see your face once more, 
LoDg for the hand clasp, the smile the kiss. 
And know that all of these, till life be o’er, 
We still must miss. 
Over the fate that bids its walk apart 
Love still can triumph, still its watch can keep; 
For thro’ all time and space, heart calls to heart, 
As deep to deep. [Home Journal. 
[Harper’s Batar. 
THE POPPY AND THE BEE, 
A wild Bee, which had flown far without hav¬ 
ing breakfasted, at length entered a garden—tho 
first he had Boon. 
“ What a Paradise I” ho exclaimed. 
The first, thing that attracted his attention was 
a full-blown poppy: but accustomed only to mint, 
wild thyme and suob-Hke fare, he approached tho 
gaudy beauty with some diffidence. 
“A little pollen, pleas©?” he at length ventured 
to say in tho humblest manner, 
‘•lieoft! bo off!" was the ill matured reply. 
Tho poor Boe was almost fainting with hunger 
and fatigue, and asked leave to rest himself for a 
little. 
••Bo olT!" returned tho haughty flower; “I 
don't encourage Idle vagrants like you. Stay at 
homo, and you will not have to complain of being 
tired; alt upon your own stalk, and you won't 
have to support yourself by begging. Be off!” 
Did the silly Poppy Imagine that butlurflles, 
bees and such-Ilkc creatures, were nothing elso 
than wandering blossoms? However this may 
he, it was overheard one day talking to Itself 
after this fashion: 
“What Is a flowor born for, I should like to 
know, but to seo and to be seen and admired? 
These panales, With all their pretensions, are 
such a sot of Oats: so low-born and ill-bred 1” 
With tho gardener, tho great Judge of plants 
and tho arbiter of their fortunes, tho pansies 
worn especial favorites; and he took great pains 
and no small pleasure In rearing them. 
It so happened that he passed just as tho Poppy 
i was exclaiming her last “Be off 1” and scornfully 
shaking her glowing petals after tho retreating 
bee. 
Looking angrily at tbe flower he said, ‘What 
Is sweeter than honey? and how should wo have 
honey without bees? and how should bees live It 
all flowers were as vain and empty-headed as 
you?” 
so saying, ho plucked it up by the root and 
threw it over the garden wall. 
The Bee cheerfully resumed Its flight, and soon 
alighted In the midst of a plot of mignonette, 
where It was regaled with the sweetest nectar. 
WOMAN, 
BT MBS. L. E. K. TERNER 
If you find the folio "ing slight 
Eds. Rural 
expression of my views acceptable, I would Hko 
to say a few words In your paper on the subject of 
Woman. 
Tho subject embraces issues almost limitless, 
and is one upon which we can scarcely speak cr 
write without disturbing some one else's favorite 
theories or interfering with the hobby of some 
listener. An ultra party, who are known as advo¬ 
cates of woman's rights, and who call themselves 
better than men, and who—Indirectly, of course 
claim to be their superiors, would cull my views 
lame and Insipid, though I am sure I desire that, 
woman should enjoy all her rights which could In 
any way be called privileges. While the other 
ultra party, who consider man their leader, ad¬ 
viser, master and superior In all ways, and think 
a woman should let her husband think for her, 
act for her, and speak for her on ull occasions, 
would certainly condemn me as tar from being 
one of them. 
Married life is the most, common lot of woman. 
Tills they voluntarily assume. Parental authority 
and everything else compulsory Is rendered null 
by our laws. This presupposes love of thccom- 
panloii as tho basis and cause ot marriage. The 
misery caused by marrying lor wealth, or for a 
home, or to escape the supposed odium 01 being 
an old m i id, rails lor no companion except for 
the lack or good sense which would allow a woman 
to do so. 
As soon as a couple are united they constitute a 
family, and the next, thing suggested Is a homo 
for this family. Now we believe that woman Is 
fully equal to man, Intellectually and morally, 
if not physically. Nmll not she help to make 
their habitation a home? or shall she sit down 
and fold her hands, an Idle burden? Just the 
house and lurnluire do not constitute a home, or 
a man could Lave ono ala hotel or his club; but 
H i» tho interest—the part, of one’s real life 
which its inmates have infused into it, which 
makes tho atmosphere we call home. 
Lot. us look at tin- most common lot of life; we 
can only glance at It, at best. Not extreme pov- 
err.y or riches—for palaces and hovels are neither 
of them common in this country -but the middle 
class who live comparatively well, hut who have 
t,o labor for their living. Khould a man toll to 
support Ills family, and bis wfbx felt, with folded 
ANlirt-iENJ RNTS.-No, 
And lib" them every one; 
But North or youth 
No human mouth, 
I will the world apprise, 
E'er tasted food 
One-half so good 
As our own pumpkin pie; 
AVITVTKH KVKNING 
ho directed to the management of her klugdoni, 
and Its subjects, and to making home pleasant 
and happy, and it desirable place In which to live. 
It Is said that man holds tho relusof govern¬ 
ment. Tho strongest Will always nUea tho house 
whether Ills the husband’s or wife’s. It la not al¬ 
ways the on,- with the best judgment, or the one 
who has the best Idea of right or wrong, but it, is 
the one who has the most stubborn determination 
not. to yield. Every ono ol' us, I venture to say, 
knows of some home where the wife governs the 
husband. I do not Intend to Ignore the opposite 
cases, but. they are stated SO often It is unneces¬ 
sary to mention them here. 
A woman, like u man, Is very much what she 
makes herself, allowing for wlml nature has done 
for her. There are some, women who lake a great 
amount of credit to themselves and get a great 
ileal from others, for lofty aspirations and great 
genius, which really Is only u restlessness aud dts- 
satlsfaOMon which should be deplored and guard¬ 
ed against. They think If circumstances were 
only different, they would show the world they 
were so smart, and so talented. But, clreum- 
btsinceH do not make the woman; she should 
make the On umstanceH, or govern them to her 
own benefit. 
Wo look 1 (trough the newspapers and read of 
murders and thefts and ©Vila of all descriptions, 
and wc think the world la very bad,‘because the 
few evil-doers are written about, while the many 
who have done no wrong are not mentioned Bc- 
oau.so some women are unhappy, and are abused 
by their husbands, It has become the custom to 
denounce all men as wilfully negligent, If not 
actually abusive. Thla Is very unjust to the 
many who cherish, protect and love their wives 
Upon the vint\ 
In rain and shine, 
Through fragrant day and night, 
The yellow globe 
In eur-raid robe 
Drink* >u> the summer light. 
Oh, golden sweet, 
Thu suns repeat 
To mold thy luscious sue, 
That, we may come 
And roll thee home, 
And make our pumpkin pics. 
Our lovely girls. 
With shining curl? 
Put neatly In a cap, 
Cut slice on Blloo 
And peel it nice, 
And stew it to a pap, 
Then milk Is had, 
Aud eggs they add. 
And sweeten as is wise, 
While others haste 
To spice to taste 
These borne made pumpkin pies 
Oh pure and fair. 
This food bo rare, 
Made up ol all that’s beat! 
No creature’s pain 
Goes to its gain, 
But ouly nature’s zest; 
For summer days 
And autnmd ham 
And smiles from beauty’s eyes 
BOY’S WORK 
“I wisu, John, you would drive a fow nails 
for me In the wood-house," said Magglo to her 
brother. “I have been wanting them this long 
time, but always forgot to ask you.” 
« Why notdrive them yourself,Maggie?” asked 
her father. 
“ Why, T don’t know how, father. I don’t be¬ 
lieve 1 could do boys’ work,” She* said doubtfully. 
‘ Come, ray girl, I will show you in a minuto 
how it Is done, Go on mending your harness, 
John; wo will attend to tho nulls.” 
Maggie drove In all tho nails successfully, and 
so pleased was she with her success, i hat slio 
would have set a double row around the shed, I 
think, II her father had not concluded that 
these would answer for the present. 
“There, that little lesson helps to make 
you independent, my girl. Now 1 will teach 
you some day to catch and barncss-up a 
horso. You have already learned to drlvo 
a gentle one. Learn to sharpen a kalfe, 
pk an d whlttlo, too, without cutting your fin- 
gers. Don't let tho doors creak for want 
of an oiled feather, or the little children’s 
boots get hard In the winter for the want 
or a little grease." 
You, too, boys, might learn to advantage 
how to make your beds and sweep a room, 
and sew up a bag on a sewing machine. 
Don’t aak any one to sew on a button for 
you, when there hangs a cushion with 
needles In It, and mother’s thread basket 
Is so handy. 
A little cooking will never hurt you. 
Many a beefsteak and fresh Osh have I 
cooked in my day, and mother Says I can 
beat any girl making a pot of coffee. I do 
not often get a chance, nowadays, but I 
have seen the time when my knowledge of 
the business came just In play. No telling 
where you wltl bo casL away sorao time 
during your life. Theraost helpless people 
I have ever met are those who can only 
do one sort ol work- Learn to do some¬ 
thing very well, Indeed, and make that 
your dependence for a living, aud add to it 
just as much skill and knowledge as you can. 
It costs nothing to carry knowledge. 
and children with a kindness and consideration 
which cannot be surpassed. 
Human nature Is very much the same, without 
regard to the sexes—very fallible, but, withal, 
mixed with a great deal of goodness and kind¬ 
ness, If we will only open our eyes and see It Just 
as It Is. If we look expecting to see the good, we 
shall surely find It. If we search for evil, we shall 
find that too, even tn our own hearts. We should 
look at the whole hearings of t he question, not at 
mere side Issues. 
Are in the dish. 
Mixed to our wish, 
That we call pninpkin pies. 
DULL BOYS, 
No wonder, then, 
That loyal men, 
From Florida to Maine, 
Their iiuarter cat, 
The name repeat., 
And pass their plate again 
That exiles fret 
With vain regret, 
