THE RUSAL HEW-YOBXER. 
MARCH 24 
DREAMLAND SEA. 
What matter though my pilgrim feet 
May never preen tho atvanger'S land, 
Or wander lone where wild waves beat 
With ceueeletw moan on ocean's strand ? 
For tne expands a lovelier deep. 
Whose isles in visioned beaut y sleep. 
And never ocean wares could be 
So bright as thine, fair Dreainlaud Sea. 
My castle crowns the boldest steep, 
By warring winds and waters scarred, 
That, seaward leans, and o’er the deep, 
Keeps evermore unceasing: ward. 
Fitll-fretghUid with tbeir wings of snow, 
The white ship* oome, the white ships go, 
W htle in the shade of cliff and towers, 
I dream away the gliding hours. 
With manes foam-flecked and tossing free, 
Tlio wav es, wild coursers of the sea, 
Race swiftly to the level strand. 
And struggling dio upon the sand. 
The shells that sparkle at my feet, 
Strange tales of wind and wuve repeat, 
The weird romance, the mystery 
Of the dark cav erns of the acu. 
My fairy fleet that long has lain, 
Close moored in some enchanted bay, 
Borne by fair gales across the main, 
Halls swiftly ou its homeward way. 
My ships! my Stately ships I sue; 
Full many a royal argosie. 
Bike white-winged birds they speeding come, 
And bring their gathered treasures home. 
Pearls from the mermaid’s watery cell, 
• Pure, gold from sunny orient lands. 
With many a rosy-chumbered shell 
And Jewel wrought by elfin hands, 
Crosses and amulets of price, 
Of sandal-wood and sacred palm. 
Embossed with many a fair device, 
Aud odorous with tropic bulm. 
[Hannah M. Ilryan, in Home Journal. 
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RICH COUNTRY PEOPLE. 
While rid Lug past the Centennial Exhibition 
grounds, a few mornings ago-which we often do 
—Anaximander observed that the educational in- I 
fluencesof the Great Fair had been enjoyed by 
people from Maine to California, and wondered 
what real and practical results thereof would be¬ 
come apparent, particularly In country homes— 
‘how much Improvement would he made In archi¬ 
tecture, In Interior decorations, in Uorlcullure, in 
artistic arrangements, etc.—In brier, to what, ex¬ 
tent the spirit of imitation and adaptation would 
be developed. 
Thai a large majority of visitors to the Exhibi¬ 
tion returned home with tbdr “sense of tit ness" 
quickened and their brains teeming with nowpro- 
Jects, no one can well doubt. While some only 
carried away a new fashion for a pln-eushlon, or 
a rug, others, In fancy, revolutionized and trans¬ 
formed tllelr surroundings entirely. But how 
many out of the ten millions who passed through 
the gates Into that enchanting luclosure, have al¬ 
ready actually wrought out, or arc preparing the 
way to such possibilit y, t be schemes and purposes 
which the marvelous display in Falrrnount Park 
Inspired? Who can recall the vision of beauty 
that lay outspread about Horticultural llall, with¬ 
out fairly holding his breath for delight? lie 
may have s.*en gardens and gardens, In England, 
France, Italy and Germany, but lie never before 
saw a display In plant-form aud color, equal to 
that. 
I know very well, that to preach a doctrine to 
farmers aud fartuerlnes, which requires an outlay 
of money, would be, for the most part, In these 
straightened times, a waste of words. But how 
to work out precious results without money, is 
more possibly to agriculturists, undoubtedly, limn 
to any other class of workers, and if one must 
speak the whole truth, by no class are the oppor¬ 
tunities so to do, more prodigally Ignored aud neg¬ 
lected. How many limes one hears farmers say, 
“If I had the money—or it 1 could afford it—I 
would do so-and-so,"—and In dreaming dreams 
and building alr-casiles of what could be done 
with a hundred or a thousand dollars, they utterly 
fall to do what, can be done w ithout money, which 
yields just, as desirable results, and oftentimes 
more. Chief among these achievements attain¬ 
able without an actual outlay of money, are an 
attractive lawn or yard about the dwelling, a 
good garden and an abundant variety of fruit. 
To fall in the possession of either of these three 
things Is Inexcusable, excepting, of course, their 
destruction by “elements” beyond human con¬ 
trol. 
Some of the reasons affecting the fanner’s pros¬ 
perity in these essentials, undoubtedly lie In his 
reliance upon the tree peddler, for the plant ing or 
replenishing ol hlsorehards, Instead of cultivating 
a small nursery himself for such purpose; In buy¬ 
ing fertilizers while allow ing the fertilizing re¬ 
sources of his house, barns and trees to go to 
waste, and finally In house-furatshing of an un¬ 
suitable and needlessly expensive character. 
No matter how wealthy a fanner may be, his 
wife, if she be a woman of cultivated taste, will 
not furnish their farm-house with Brussels car¬ 
pets and stuffed furniture, because such things 
are Incongruous with the place. But that so 
many rarrnerlnefi have a mania for such things, 
and will toll and saertdee to an unspeakable ex¬ 
tent cor their possession, is often explicable upon 
the ground that they are driven by unsympathetic 
and unhelpful husbands to such a course. Some 
ideal, or sense of beauty, elegance and order, is a 
part of every woman, and ec-me expression of this 
Ideal her nature demands, even If It be that most | 
pitiable, unsocial, ungenlal vacuum known ns a 
“best room." One might as well be frauk and 
place the fault where, in eight times out of ten. It 
belongs—“on the man." A woman may accom¬ 
plish a great deal with tact and will, but it is next 
to Impossible for any farmering of average abil¬ 
ity and power to grade a lawn, have flowers and 
shrubbery, without masculine co-operallon, or Its 
equivalent. To contend with poultry, cattle and 
pigs, and a surface or soil Unit has never ceased to 
be stubble, In the cultivation of Mowers and a gar¬ 
den, Is to exhaust strength and patience to small 
purpose. But there being nothing attractive ex¬ 
ternally, alio naturally concentrates her demand 
for beauty ln-doors, and Instead of roses and vines 
on lattice, porch and wall, tries to content herself 
with those sho imagines she secs in her carpet 
and wall-paper. Tn cities, people are obliged to 
furnish their houses with works of art lu various 
forms, It they have any beamy at all about them; 
but in the country, where one has his “roodof 
ground" out of which to call forth the beautiful, 
how much greater Is his resource! HOW lnUnitc- 
ly richer the enjoyment! 1 have seen flowers that 
gave me more delight than any picture, statue or 
piece of furniture I oversaw, while the genuine 
and dccRsatlsfactlon derived from the cultivation 
of flowers, fruits and vegetables, Is, I am Inclined 
! to believe, the truest, purest, and most innocent 
possible to human kind. To pluck a rose, or a 
ripened peach from a tree one has planted and 
nourished, Is to hold before his eyes so mauy de¬ 
licious summer days and nights, so many refresh¬ 
ing showers, so many happy hours of tending, 
that have meantime Intervened- The very poetry 
of life lien In a mode ot existence in which such 
enjoyments and experiences may mark with a 
“red letter ’’ every day lu the year. It may, how¬ 
ever, be well for the world that the power of ap¬ 
preciation Is as dull and coarse as It is, else who 
could abide an artificial rose well enough to wear 
It. stuck In her hat., or pay tlfly dollars for a carpet 
to cover a small square of surface ln-doors, when 
for that much money so much or out-doors could 
be transformed Into a realm of gladness, not only 
lor one's Immediate family, but for all passers-by, 
whoso eyes rail on the smooth verdure and luxu¬ 
riance of color, lovely beyond the painter’s art, 
whether bathed in the radiance of sunshine, or 
shadowed by cloud and storm. 
Nobody, with a fair modicum of good sense and 
good taste, would hesitate one moment In decid¬ 
ing between the desirableness of a country homo 
with line furniture ln-doors, but set In a scraggy, 
unkempt lawn, and a Uouso planted In a “Garden 
of Eden-,’’ even It nothing more costly be within 
Its walls than a home-made rag carpet and simple 
furniture. 
One thing Is true: that a man who dignities his 
business, makes his business dignify him. Ho 
the farmer who belittles bln calling must be u 
farmer of lit tleness or character: he Is poor In the 
meanest sense; he feels always pinched and 
small; he grovels bis llfo out, and Is as blind to 
the real beauty ot his occupation as Is a collier to 
his. The farmer of culture and appreciation learns 
early that his life embraces a dignity that only 
the High Priest, of nature can call forth and enjoy, 
that Industry and a love or beauty will do more 
for him and bis than money, that where the deni¬ 
zens or towns surround themselves with the uiti- 
Cattonx ot nature, he has the mil things. 
It Is for these real beauties aud excellences wc 
plead; for the happiness, educating and rOllnlng 
Influences that, emanate from them; Tor I,ho com¬ 
pensation they yield—which to a grateful spirit 
are “beyond compare.” Moreover, a royal soul 
has need of royal things, and If there is no money 
to buy such as are purchasable, they must be sup¬ 
plied in another way. Happy and queenly Is the 
woman who nnds her velvets In pansies—ah me! 
such hues aud texture come not from mortal's 
laboratories and looms—her tapestries lu varie¬ 
gated blooms, her silks aud delicate Indian fab¬ 
rics In Ulles and roses, her ornaments tn fuchsias 
dlcentrus, her perfumes In heliotrope and mig¬ 
nonette ! And for precious stones, what can out¬ 
vie the luster and translueenee of color she Muds 
In her garden ? What ruby transcends the rich 
redness of currants? What amber the dainty yel¬ 
low of the tomato? Wliat sapphire the shining 
cheek of a plum v What emerald tho grass with 
the sparkling dew upon It? From her windows 
slao sees landscapes more radiant Mian any paint¬ 
ed by Lessing* and It she keeps her children’s 
feet from distorting shoes and their bodies from 
cramping dress, they will, ns the “human rorm 
divine," be to her for statuary, better and more 
wonderful than that fashioned by sculptors. 
If all “ who have eyes to see," would open them 
to perceive the wealth they could make their Own, 
and have the will to appropriate It,, how richer 
than princes wo could all be, even In these times 
which w©call so “hard." bet us pray that our 
eyes be opened thereto. 
Maky A. E. Wagkr-Fisher. 
Bryn Mawr, near PUUad'a. 
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A LITTLE FRENCH STORY. 
An amusing story Is told of the Baron X-, a 
member of one of the oldest and proudest families 
In France, who had had “arranged for him,” as 
the saying Is, a marrloge with an English lady of 
immense wealth. A tew weeks before the date 
appointed for the wedding the lover found out, 
that his betrothed, instead of being of good family, 
as hud been reported to him, was the daughter of 
a quack doctor, her golden guineas having been 
derived from the sale of patent pills. He broke 
off the match, whereat Ids father, Count X —, 
who chanced to be a widower, was sorely dis¬ 
tressed. “So many millions—and all lost, to t he 
family! Rather than that, Rhould occur he would 
marry the lady himself,*’ Which lie did forth¬ 
with. 
IlcitMni) for tljc gomu). 
LUMPY LOGGERHEAD. 
There is it curious boy. whose name 
Is Bumpy Loggerhead; 
His greatest Joy is ob. for shame !— 
To spend Ids time in bed. 
They 1H with gongs alarum clocks 
That make your blood run chill; 
Aud they encourage crowing cocks 
Beneath his window HlU. 
In vain the gODga,—his eyes arc shut,— 
lu vain the cocks do crow; 
Empty on him a water-butt, 
And hffl will say, v Hallo!" 
But only in a drowsy stylo, 
And in a second more, 
He sleeps—and, oh! to see him smile. 
And, oh! to hear 1dm snore! 
He seems to carry, all day long, 
Sleep in his very shape i 
Aud though yon may be brisk and strong 
You often want to gap© 
When Bumpy I .oggerhead comes near. 
Whose bed is all his Joy; 
How glad I am he is not here, 
That very sleepy boy ! 
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LETTERS FROM BOYS AND GIRLS. 
do everything better, and wo will have to treat 
them as If they were little children, giving them 
much praise or they will not write at all; but, 
girls, wc can work on patiently, and will be able 
to " reap the fruits hereafter." I am not able to 
answer I). U."S question, but probably will ho 
when I write again, i think yotrao Kditou No. ’j 
I s not very popular, but hope he will do better 
next time. 1 wonder how old J)kw Drop Is. 
Doubtless she Is a very smart, young lady; cer¬ 
tainly she Is of t hat opinion herself.—A li.ik T. 
Whew! Whew!! 
Good for the boys! Transparent creatures, how 
easily they display their amiable tempers at t he 
effectual rousing they have at last received. 
Laugh away, ye “Lords of Creation.” Ridicule 
our tongues as you think best; the truth remains 
that a few sharp words from a girl raises a hurri¬ 
cane In yonr ranks—and boys, big and little, wit ty 
and foolish, rush torwa rd to vindicate t Heir offend¬ 
ed majesty ! And now at last K. C. 11. roust put 
In his little oar, just as his brethren, conscious of 
defeat, retlro courteously to their homes, con¬ 
vinced at last that a girl’s longue Is the “ pen oi 
a ready writer." Don't tear your clothes, boys, 
for your sister will be obliged to sow "good 
cloth together again." I have learned a lesson In 
Rhetoric from It. li. Ills Jump from “tempers” 
to “crops” Is delightfully easy and graceful, (o 
say the"least. Ills mind appears to dwell on dis¬ 
agreeable subjects, also. From one who Is not 
afraid to speak to her “ betters.”— Scotch Bashir. 
p. S.—Younu Editors Nos. 1 and 2 , come again. 
An Old Acquaintance. 
Deak Rural: —I feel like writing again since 
reading the startling epistle of holumon Sac. 
What, do you suppose ho Is trying to do, girls? I 
don't know whether to thluk he Is an overgrown 
l&d trying to display ids powers of criticism or 
whether be is a young man smarting under the 
effects of a milieu recently received. Pray young 
man, have you a mother, and was she ever a girl? 
I never heard of a person coming Into the world 
full-grown—With the exception of our first pa¬ 
rents. I hope you have no slaters, tor If you have, 
I suppose you consider them Idiots, lit, only to be 
your servants, Now young man—I shall not call 
you a gentleman let me give you a little advice. 
Don't, try so hal’d to take the mote from your sis¬ 
ters’ eyes- for the Bible puts men and women ou 
a level—till the beam has been taken from your 
own eyes. W hen you are perfect yourself, we 
Khali be very glad to have you tell us how we may 
become so ; but It Is not quite sale to Stone other 
people's glass houses so long as your house Is 
glass, too. And pray why should I notask through 
the columns of this or any other paper. If 1 wish, 
how to shorten my pie-crust? I fear you would 
think you were dreadfully treated It you could 
have no pie lo eat, and how shall we learn It we 
ask no questions? Why Is It not as suitable for 
me to ask tor recipes to use in cooking, as It was 
for a toll to ask where ho could procure white 
mice? You have by no mentis proved that the 
girls arc “light tn the upper story,” but your 
writing In the way you did, went quite a way to¬ 
wards proving that you are. I like D. B.’s plan of 
asking questions, and would ask for Information: 
W here was t in l) rst discovered ? Hoping this will 
not llnd a place in tho waste-basket, I close.— 
yoH.Ni; TfSAdHBB, 
A Lecture from Iowa. 
Mr. Editor:— Our Bio Cousin wanted to say 
something and has said it. Now I want to say 
something too. [ want to give my little Cousins 
(and big Cousins too, for that matter) a piece of 
I advice. And while sitting here In my cosy chair, 
trying to think what I shall say to them, a guy, 
rollicking troop Of boys, Just merging Into man¬ 
hood, go past, i wonder what is lu the future for 
these same boys? Will they grow up Into good 
and Just men, or will they sink to the lowest 
depths of shame and degradation ? Boys, bo care¬ 
ful ! There is many a pit open to ensnare and to 
lead you to destruction. It is a wonder to me that 
no more of our young men are employing their 
time to better advantage; learnl ng to be useful t o 
themselves and society. Boys, study hard I make 
your mark in the world, aud turn not aside for 
anything. Bearn a trade! Laziness Is a crime; 
a good, clear head, and a will to do under any cir¬ 
cumstances, and a trade—no matter liow humble 
—will enable you to rise In the world. Our best 
men have done it by tlmlr own exertions. Wc 
cannot all have fortunes left us; even If we should, 
the old proverb holds good, “ Easy comes and easy 
goes." Young lady, urc yon looking around you 
for a companion for life? Never marry a man 
unless he has willing hands to work; and unless 
sickness Intervenes your future Is secured. If 
our girls would consider laziness aud extrava¬ 
gance as crimes, there would not be so much 
trouble in married life. A young man that can¬ 
not provide for himself, eon not for a wife. Ho, 
girls, beware ot such! Boys, perhaps you will 
think I am lecturing you; but bow few of the 
| young men we meet are preparing for life’s work, 
so soon beforo them! Employment keeps you 
out of mischief, and perchance crime In the end. 
I hope the future of all our Cousins will be happi¬ 
ness aud success.— Fb a in ie chicken. 
From an Indiana Girl. 
Mr. Editor : I am a reader of your paper, and 
am much Interested In the boys’ and girls’ letters, 
which I never rail lo read, for the majority of 
them are just splendid. I go to school this win¬ 
ter, and have an excellent teacher, speaking of 
Adbi.k W„ I think her pretty good at criticising 
others, without giving them much chance at her. 
For my part, 1 think the subject of piecing quilts 
quite exhausted. And as for the boys writing 
better essays than the giris, they think they can 
A Canada Girl• 
Dear Khutor Pupa hud been .a subscriber for 
your paper about seven years. Last year we left 
tho dear old farm, and so we (ltd not have the 
rural for one season; but, this year I coaxed 
papa to subscribe again, as I missed It very much. 
I am a little girl, nine years old. 1 live about one 
mile from Ht.. Thomas. I attend the public school. 
I am Just getting well from having the scarlet 
fever; it was not much fun. in my next l will 
tell you what my papa's business Is and all about, 
my new home.— Little Bruit k. 
A Nine-Year Older. 
Mr. Editor:— For the first time I write. II is 
hard for mo to start, but I will make the effort. 
I am a tittle girl, nine years old. and go lo school, 
where I study Arithmetic, Spelling, Heading and 
Writing. 1 have two sisters younger than my¬ 
self, whose names are Mary and grace- My Pa 
has taken the Kural for a year, and I think it is 
splendid.— Laura B. _ 
<fln I'ugln-. 
HIDDEN BIBLE CHARACTERS. 
1. I wish ina elected our teachers. 
2. Ida, a rondo Is very simple. 
3. Do not mar that picture. 
4. Toro, a ryu cake is most excellent. 
r>. Pale vines Indicate decline. 
«. Ell shall go to school. 
T. Only see, ’Llju. has a gun. 
8. MaJ. O'Hhuan is an Irishman. 
S>. Tamarac helped Lo kill him. 
10. It Is pear Jam, Esther. 
11. In this car I otherwise ride. 
12. Has a Rahway girl been hero? 
13. In ull that din a happy baby slept. 
14. Geneva’s “H” tipped over. 
15. Bet her rest her weary limbs. 
lfi. Too bad, la! Home you shall not come. 
17. ’BIJa, cobwebs stop bleeding, 
is. .James, au rovolr. 
nr Answer In two weeks. Little One. 
BIBLICAL ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 40 letters: 
My l, 7, 3, 35, 2 , o where we all wish to go. 
My 1 1, IS, 35, 27,4, 33, to, 8,5, 29 a book of the New 
Testament. 
My 2, 35, 18, 13 we should pray to bo delivered 
from. 
My 11, 12, 30, 20 a book of I ho Old Testament. 
My 22, », 36 , 25, 3, l a book of the Old Testament. 
My 15 , 38, 17, 2 live of tho ten virgins were. 
My 23, 3, 34 , 35, 33. B7, 22, 31, 4o we must work for. 
My 28, 39 , 11, 11, 21,19 came from eating the for¬ 
bidden fruit. 
My 2, 32, 33, 28 a son of Isaac. 
My 37, 24, 7.40,10, 14 a number. 
My whole Is a sacred maxim. 
Itr Answer in two weeks. s. o'. 
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TRANSPOSITIONS. 
1. Change trouble Into a family. 
2. A portion into hearkens. 
3. To engage Into an lrihexltor. 
4 . Part of the foot Into to lose. 
5. To govern Into entice. 
6. Food Into flood. 
S3? - Answer m two weeks. J. s. o. 
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PUZZLER ANSWERS.—March 10. 
Transposition.— ,,, , , 
The flay Is done, and the darkness 
Falls from the wings of night. 
As a feather Is wafted downward 
From an eagle in its flight. 
Square Word.— 
NAOMI 
a a a o N 
on ion 
mo n « r. 
INNER 
Historical Enigma.—“C hildhood is a bud; youth 
is a blossoming flower; manhnou's mime is the ripened 
fruit, and old age ie tho dead leaf of autumn. 
