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ALL MINE OWN. 
There is for me n. beauteous face, 
And I live for my love, and I love alway— 
There is for me a form of grace, 
And her love it is sweet' and it bides for aye. 
Oh, brightly bloometh that face so fair. 
And I live for my love, and I love alway— 
Oh, fresh is the hue of her cheeks so rare, 
And her love it ]s sweet, and it bides for aye. 
Oh, bright is the glance of her tender eye, 
And I live for my love, and I love alway— 
Tor its light has been caught from heaven on high, 
And her love it is sweet, and it bides for aye. 
Oh, dear are the lips that I fondly kiss, 
And [ live for my love, and I love alway— 
To view them is gladness, to press them is bliss, 
Tor her love it is sweet, and it bides for aye. 
Oh, tender the clasp of her arms so white v 
And 1 live for my love, and I love alway— 
As she clings to my breast in her young delight, 
And her love it is sweet, and it bides for aye. 
Oh, light is the fall of her fairy feet. 
And l live for jny love, and I love alway— 
As eager she cometh my steps to meet. 
And her love it is sweet, and it bides for aye. 
Yes, her heart is as pure as the mountain snow. 
And 1 live for my love, and I love alway— 
The truest and dearest this earth can know. 
And her love it is sweet, and it bides for aye. 
Oh, she is the crown of my earthly life, 
And l live for my love, and I love alway— 
And I call her my darling, my joy, my wife, 
And her love it is sweet, and it bides for aye. 
Harold. 
refined, I know, and then—and then — oh! how 
happy I should be if he would love my pets as I do, 
I and maybe, sometime, when Johnnie has the trade 
learned, he will let him put in the hay window. But 
at any rate, we will sing, it adds so much to the com¬ 
fort and harmony of the home circle, it drowns many 
a care, checks many an angry word, keeps us from 
hearing and relating unkind stories, and brings nearer 
the angels, who, aware of our feeble efforts, hasten to 
join us with songs of gladness.” 
Who will follow the example of Mrs. Peters, and 
report progress next spring in the Floral Cabinet ? 
for I must think Mr. Williams encourages all such 
endeavors by his kindness in providing music on the 
last page of his jraper. 
Don’t tell me you “ hav’nt time.” Mrs. Peters does 
all her housework with the help ot two school chil¬ 
dren, tor is she very strong, hut her nome is a happy 
one, so the children say, and her voice, instead of 
being weak and broken at forty-five years of age, 
never was stronger or more sweet, as her neighbors 
will testify, who frequently hear her in the morning 
when the windows are open. 
Try it, sisters, if you have the least love for music, 
and you will he surprised to know how much can he 
accomplished by only a few hours’ practice every 
week. If you have a piano or organ so much the 
better, hut don’t leave all to the music. 
MRS. PETERS’ PHILOSOPHY. 
Sisters of the Cabinet, do you ever sing? I seem 
to hear the reply, “ I used to sing in church when we 
lived in the country, but my voice is weak; I don’t 
think I could sing now if I should try.” 
Let me tell you what Mrs. Peters has done. Living 
too far from the city to he benefited by public enter¬ 
tainments, and having also a dread of the time when 
hoys leave home for a 'pleasanter place, she undertook 
the task of teaching herself and children to sing. If 
Johnnie fails in the bass she instantly sings with him, 
until he has his part learned perfectly, adapting her 
voice to the part most needed. “Joseph,” she says, 
“ doesn’t like to spare the sunny window for my plants, 
so I’ve trained my Ivy in the shade; other hardy 
plants 1 keep in the parlor until the weather becomes 
too freezing cold, then they must go to the cellar to 
rest; hut Joseph helped me carry loam to the flower- 
garden last summer, and perhaps it is only right to 
reward him with silence for a few months.” 
Now, Joseph is my own brother, and, I am ashamed 
to say, he refused to have a hay window in his new 
house, though it faces the south, and his dear little 
wife said, “ Oh, what a nice place that will be for 
plants ! I’ “You needn’t think I’ll be so extravagant,” 
said Mr. Joseph ; so the little- woman philosophizes 
thus : “ Joseph is willing we should sing, for it keeps 
him from having the blues; I’ve put away a nice lot 
of flower seeds for next season, my hardy annuals are 
sown, my perennials are in a fine condition, and Capt. ! 
Jack Frost can come when he likes and not harm any 
of us.” Though I think a slight pain went through 
her heart at the mention of her summer delights. 
“Spring will soon he here,” she added, “ to woo me to 
my garden haunts. Poor Joseph; how much he 
loses in not loving flowers ! But then he improves; 
he used only to admire Sunflowers and Potato -blos¬ 
soms, now he thinks Tiger Lilies are beautiful, and 
last summer he brought me some Rose-bushes.” 
“Probably because they bore masculine names,” said 
I; “ John Hopper and George IV.” “ Oh,” said she, 
triumphantly, “ I have great hopes for the future, by ! 
our singing at home a good deal, he will become more | 
An Interesting Story. —A very interesting story 
is now current in New York city in fashionable and 
philanthropic society. According to this narrative, a 
lady of advanced years and great social distinction, 
who is conspicuous for her energetic and efficient 
benevolence, had her pocket picked recently of a 
wallet containing about $600, a large portion of which 
she had collected for a well-known and most deserv¬ 
ing charity, of which she is a prominent manager. 
Of this sum a part was in checks and the rest in hank 
notes. She was greatly disturbed at the loss, and 
was just about to make it good from her own private 
resources when the servant one day told her that a 
strange-looking man desired to see her in the parlor. 
She went down without suspecting what was to fol¬ 
low. Her visitor, addressing her by name, said: 
“ Madam, you have lost a considerable sum of money, 
and I have come to restore it to you. Of course you 
are aware that it was stolen by picking your pocket; 
but the fraternity have considered the subject, and we 
have concluded that we cannot keep any money that 
has been taken from you. We know your goodness 
and the charities to which you devote your time and 
your means, and we have determined to restore the 
pockethook. Here it is with its contents undimin¬ 
ished, and I trust you will not he unwilling to receive 
and apply, as you apply so much other money, a 
small addition which we have taken the liberty of 
making.” Saying this he handed her the pockethook 
and left the house without waiting a moment. On 
opening the pocket-book she found everything that she 
had lost, and one hundred dollars added by the pick¬ 
pockets for benevolent purposes. 
A Victimized Young Man. —An amusing story 
is told of a young American gentleman who, while 
sojourning in Paris, invited two demoiselles to ac¬ 
company him to the theatre. He secured three 
seats and drove to the house of his fait- friends, half 
hoping that one was indisposed, so that his felicity 
might he unbounded. The two were awaiting him, 
and their mother as well, who kindly invited herself to 
chaperon the party, and intimated that her daughters 
could under no circumstances go without her. There 
was no help for it. The four crowded into the car¬ 
riage. No fourth seat could he obtained adjacent to 
the three already secured, or even on the same tier, 
and during three long acts the three ladies sat in a 
box, while our youug American gazed at them with 
feelings unutterable from his seat in the parquette. 
file drama over, only cabs, with room for two, could 
he obtained to convey the party home. Here, then, 
was a dilemma—which young lady should he select as 
his cab companion ? They were both charming, and 
the matter was difficult to decide. The old lady 
settled it, however, to her satisfaction, if to the annoy¬ 
ance of our now miserable countryman. “ Hortence 
and Sophie, you go in this cab. Monsieur and I will 
follow in the next.” The young man now thinks that 
French social customs are barbarous. 
A Noble Wife.—During the troubles in Poland 
which followed the revolution of Thaddeus Kosciusko, 
many of the truest and the best of the sons of that ill- 
fated country were forced to flee for their lives, for¬ 
saking home and friends. Of those who had been 
most eager for the liberty of Poland, and most bitter 
in the enmity against Russia and Prussia, was Michael 
Sobeiski, whose ancestor had been king a hundred 
and fifty years before. Sobieski had three sons in the 
patriot ranks, and father and sons had been of those 
who had persisted in what the Russians had been 
pleased to term rebellion, and a price had been set 
upon their heads. The Archduke Constantine was 
eager to apprehend Michael Sobieski, and learned 
that the wife of the Polish hero was at home in 
Cracow, and he waited upon her. “ Madame,” lie 
said, speaking politely, for the lady was beautiful and 
queenly, “ I think you know where your husband and 
sons are hiding?” “ I know, sir.” “ If you tell me 
where your husband is your sons shall he pardoned.” 
“ And shall I he safe ?” “ Yes, madame, I swear it. 
Tell me where your husband is concealed, and both 
you and your sons shall be safe and unharmed.” 
“ Then, sir,” answered the noble woman, rising with 
a dignity sublime, laying her hand upon her bosom, 
“ He lies concealed here in the heart of his wife—and 
you will have to tear this heart out to find him.” 
Tyrant as he was, the Archduke admired the answer, 
and the spirit which had inspired it, and deeming the 
good will of such a woman worth securing, he forth¬ 
with published a full pardon of the father and the 
sons. 
A Good Daughter.— “ My daughter keeps my 
farm accounts, sir ; and she is as systematic and par¬ 
ticular as ever my sou was, who kept them before he 
left home. I tell you it does girls (and he might have 
added hoys also) good to give them some responsi¬ 
bility, and set them to watching things about the farm 
and household. They learn, I find, economy by it, 
and soon discover that their old father is not, neces¬ 
sarily, a crabbed old curmudgeon because he doesn’t 
loosen his purse-string whenever they see something 
they happen to fancy; for they discover the real 
reason why the purse should not he opened.” So said 
a progressive farmer, a kind, appreciative, and proud 
father, ancl a big-hearted man on general principles. 
What he said the Germantown Telegraph thinks 
worth recording. 
Sensibly-shaped Shoes are at last in vogue. The 
newest give ease and handsome shape to the foot, and 
do not cramp it into unnatural size. Yet some ladies 
will insist that their shoes are a “ mile too big for 
them ! ” 
The Newest Fans are a beautiful combination of 
tortoise shell and feathers. 
