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BEATTfFUL STORIES."
" MARION
BY VIRGINIA DE FOKIIEST.
"Oil, dear ! oil, dear! my feet do nolle so
tnuuli ! I can't go homo !" and the speaker,
a poor, dirty little girl, sat down on a stone
by the wayside, sobbing bitterly. A light
buggy drove up, passed her, and then a
voice crying "Stop,"Harry! lTvo lost my
liat!" made tbo child look up. In n moment
she sprang after the hat, chased it as
tlio wind rolled it away from her outstretched
hands, and finally capturing the prize,
went up to meet tho gentleman, who had
l?y this time left the vehicle and was coming
towards her.
"Thank you, my little^girl. Halloo!
what were you crying about? Look, Harry
did vou ever see such a friehtl"
"Complimentary !" 6aid the young man
who was still in the buggy. "What is the
matter, Sis?"
"Oh, I'm so tired ! and I've got near a
mile further to go."
"Well, jump.in here. We'll take you.
You ran after my hat on the tired little feet,
bo we'll spare them the rest of the walk."
"Oh, please sir, I'm so dirty, and such a
fright J. I might spoil the carriage, or?or,
Bcare the horses
" '.fon my woYd ! if you were not so little
I should think you meant to be sarcastic,"
was the laughing reply. "There!" and
with a strong hand the child was lifted iuto
the buggy. "Now go ahead, Harry!"
George Morton was not very far wrong
when he denominated the little stranger a
fright. Her dress was coarse, ragged, and
dusty; her feet bare, and her poor little thin
arms and legs burned brown from exposure
ito sun. 'Her face was thin and brown,
}iAP Uair oltAff # nw/wl a/1 ??* J '
IVI U>?H ouvib} van^icU) auu OUrtJ Hlg UUI
from under the course sun-boiinet, over her
forehead, and concealing her only beauty, a
pair of large dark browo eyes, which now,
however, were red with weeping.
Harry Aftfily, the younger and handsomer
the tw& young men, spoke to the little
out, who was squeezed into the seat behiin
and his companion.
v^Whero were you going?"
>fiome r
tb8t P
(. ^At Mra.Voaea'a, the dressmaker. I'm
iber errand git), and i ve been taking home
n-a g&*n to Hit* Lee, o]ear peer at Marsh
ftfeadotrV 1t'? over tbree^ttiles, and I'm most
IH ''CaJ-'.' "
thinking oC, to^et
such a Uttle'girl )ead euch a hard Iffe!' How
old are jonfP *
"Ten. Please sir, don't apeak so cross
. . I_f ifS-_-A?4 k 1*4 4 * A 7 . i- *
?ir !" ' V ??in&
tukei egr^ym t'- ' ^ - *i?f
iMPIV^W Wwt 'W * ' "
write, and cipher, and
Pf?^,l#lr,? Jr??*s Will let mribAvygbibgH,
?
til is Winter, to the parson's class, after I'vo
done all my errands!"
"Humph! Do you like to go to scliool ?"
"Oh! don't I?"
There was no mistaking the tone ; she
did like to go to school.
"What's your name?"
"Marion Harding."
"George, what a pity I am not the hero
of a novel!"'
"Why r
"Tbey always .adopt these little forlorni
ties, being an orphan myself makes mc I
feel an interest in this child's story. I've
half a mind to invest some of my looso cash
| in taking care of her."
"Don Quixotic! You will die in the'
Almshouse yet, Harry, spite of your wealth, j
for such an open-handed fellow never saw j
the lijrht. Here we are at the village, i
? ? ,
Now little girl where does Mrs. Jones live ?" j
"Right lip that street. Thank you for j
bringing me; I've had a nice ride."
So they parted, llarrv and (Jeorge lo go
back lo thu tavern and grumble over a dull
evening, and Marion to sew till her eyes
ached, and then creep up stairs to the attic '
and sleep soundly on the hard bed.
' Marion Harding! You May! Whereon;
earth is the child ! Marion !"
I ,.v ' ?
"\es ma am.
' Go into the parlor; there's some folks
want to see you."
"Want to sec me!" thought the child,!
I
"who can want to see nie!"
"\Vitli a slow, timid step, she entered the
parlor. Harry Aslily wa3 there, and with
hira an elderly lady, who held out her hand
to the little girl arid drew her towards her.
j She looked earnestly into the Tittle face, i
j marked.the broad forehead, and the large,
j full eye, and then spoke to her.
".My dear, bow would you like to come
and live with me, and wait upon mc ?"
Marion, captivated by the sweet voice |
and pleasant face, replied, "Very much,
ma'am."
"Aunt Mary," said Ilarry, "shall I call
Mrs. Jones?"
"Yes, Sir Impatience."
Marion's story, given by Mrs. Jones, was
a brief, and a very common one. Iler father,
a violinist, had become intemperate,
and died when Marion was very young;
her mother, after nine years of hard work
in the endeavor to support herselfmul child
decently, died in the village Almshouse,
i and Marion was, in her tenth vcar, bound
I "
i to Mrs. .lones as hof.errand girl.
After some talk Mrs. Aslily decided to
| take the child, educate her, and try, as Mrs.
Jones said, "to make something of her."
I The drORftmalrpr WAR oncilr ?nrcna/ln.l t?*^An
J I'the
payment of a sum of money, to release
the child from her engagement.
Mrs. Ashly's first care was to have her
protege cleanly and neatly dressed, and
then, under Harry's escort, 6he returned
with her new charge to her home in New
York. At first her intention was to place
the child in a 6obool, and have her services
as a waiter between school hours, but Marion's
intelligence and loving disposition
won the heart of the lonely widow, and she
formally adopted her.
Years rolled on; Ilarry, now Dr. Ashly^
still lived with his Aunt Mary, who was at
once his uncle's widow and his mother's
sister. Marion was away at boardingschool,
studying hard, and writing home
often to consolo her dear Aunt Mary for
her abscnce. And now- for n limo ?-?
must leave tlio three.
''Mother," said a young man coming into
Mrs. Morton's boudoir, one morning, "who
is that lovely gjrl in the nursery ? Such
hair and eyes, and such a figure?"
"What are* you talking about, Georgo?
Since you came home from Germany you
go crazy about every pretty face. There is
fio one in the nursery but your sisters and
their governess, Miss Ashly."
"Ashly 1 Any relation to Harry ?"
' No! Have you never beard the story?
Oh, I recollect; you went away very soon
after it happened, sol suppose you havo forgotten
it. Mrs. Ashly picked up this girl
running about barefooted in some obscure
country town, brought her home and adopted
her. She had her educated in the best
schools and by the best masters, and every
one thought she meant to leave her money,
or that Harry would marry b$r. Last
Winter she brought her out. and she made
quite a sensation. llarrj, as you know,
went to Eoifope to study, and bas not returned'
About (90 months ago Mrs.
Aehly died, and there was no will found
butan oW one, drawn up yeqfftftgo,
all her property to JSarry.. Marion,
course, bas nothing ?o after the executors
of the will closed Mrs. Ashly's house Until
Harry oomes home, I offered ber the place
of Inverness to tore
iSmfar*? j.- . :. (?sf ?; j c*:.* ">
"But wby'tbe " '/. .
9;:i~U*>rgft-r-7 la ,sW.n
cw^of Wf
| to ask*
"I know that; but there she was, nitting
in the nursery, Lizzie hefors her, looking at i
everything but her book, Rosa finding out i
the difference between A and X, at her 1
knee, and Susan, with some sewing, talking ]
to her, while Archy, mounted on the back i
of her chair, was demolishing the finery in I
Susan's basket. 13y the way, Mother, are <
you not making a nursery maid of her. Is I
she to take care of Archy, and do your sew- I
ing, as well as teach the girls?" I
?ft .ct ? ?.or> T -.! ? 1 ? >
?? ..MUJVI?V < VU|/ ?. If (tiuv;U l/l ItlJUllTU, JIIIU I J
1 ilon't know how Arcliy came to be there."
Evening fell; Marion was seated in her \ I
own room, tired with her day's labor, and 1
sad ; sad as sho thought of the change in <
her life. Could we read her thoughts, we <
should sec at once the secret of her life, i
She loved Ilarry Ashly. Bound to him at i
first by ties of fervent gratitude, his gentle,
brotherly care of her from tho time she entered
his auDt's house had ripened this feeling
into deep, intenso love, which she jeal- i
ously concealed and guarded. Many times
when he pressed upon her' brow tho kiss of :
a flection, had her heart beat and struggled '
with emotion almost to bursting. lie had i
never spoken one word of love to her. Always
kind and attentive, lie was more like >
a loving brother or cousin, than one who
coveted a dearer name than either. When
he went to Europe, two years before the
time of his aunt's death, ho had, for tho first
time, let fall some words which Marion
cherished as the dearest he had ever spok- j
en; they were,
"Good bye, Marion dear. Be true to me. j
Remember I am your first love, and must j
be your last. I did not bring you here for .
any of Aunty's pots to run away with !" I
That was all! Mere jest, Marion often |
thought, and yet the words were printed on j (
her memory. Who that has ever loved I(
does not know how one phrase, or some- 1
times even one look will linger on the heart; '
forgotten, perhaps, while the loved one is 1
near us, yet recalled and dwelt upon when !
absence makes the idol still dearer.
Though constantly employed, Marion 1
had found her new home a pleasant one; [
but now, the return of the son and heir of ! 1
the house made her situation very disagree- |
?i.i^ f ?i i.?i ---? i-i .11
nuic. viuuiyc, tuuiiy iiul'ss biiu gay, uiu noi
dream that his attentions could beunaccep- (
table to any one, and charged Marion's cold 1
replies and guarded manner towards him (
to her proper sense of her position, striving,
by renewed attention, to make her sensible '
of how entirely he overlooked it. Marion, '
conscious of the utter indifference with 1
which she regarded him, did not under
stand the p.raises Mrs. Morton lavished upon '
her prudence, or the cautions she plied her (
with, not to think that every flattering word
frnm n ctt*nlli>m??n woe a cofiAne
? to tion.
J
Far away from home, Harry Ashly was
wandering in the Highlands, when the news
of his aunt's death reached him. It was |
when lie heard of Marion'ts forlorn situation,
that he first thought seriously of his love i
for her. He had loved her from the first i
moment he saw her, though he would have |
laughed, had any one ascribed his interest <
in llie little girl to such a potent cause. He j
was wealthy, and had often dreamed of ma- <
king her his wife, but did not speak to her, j
because ho reasoned that they were all very ]
happy together, and if she did not return \
bia love, it would break in upon the dear
home circle; perhaps 6be would leave them ,
if he spoke of his passion to her, and so
t I -
ueprive una 01 uer presence, ana Ins aunt ot f
a companion. So he nover spoke of it, \
treating her always like a dear Bister. Now t
that she was cast upon tlrt> wide world, ^
poof and friendless, he determined to go (
home and tell her how long and truly ho <
bad loved her, and if she would not marry ,
him, lie could, at least, set asido some of his j
aunt's fortune for her. lie was convinced |
that Mrs. Ashly had intended to provide j
for the orphan ; but, like many others, 6he
delqyed from time to timo carrying this intenlion
into .cfleet, until it was loo late. I
George Morton's attentions, iu the mean- *
time, had grown so offensive to Marion,
that she was looking out for another situa- i
tion, where she could teach, and be free j
from him.
I
Again fortune favored her. There was {
an old lady, Mrs. Grant, who .was about to ,
travel South for the benefit of her health, ]
who eagerly availed herself of the 'opportu- -j
nity of securing Marion's services as acpm- ,
panion. Writing to Harry, to acquaint j
him with her ehange of ptafitsjMarion took ,
a kind leave of Mra. Morton and*her daugli - ,
ten, and started with Mrs. Grant for Chair- |
ieatoo,.a place which her .new pAirob ?*?
iDtbetabjtofvtotlng erery*.Wifal?r. 8f? j
did not mention her destination to j
M*rU>n, fearing letter fiwm. <3*>?V 4
and wh^ Iiarj>y returned CPoen 'Von** ,
looking fej bWj she wiagone, non?lm?f i
wtia#,r,
find otit Bor pt^Bt hoBe, ?fci# ??%>: -j
ing why ^htt Wu6?td^ro|^ #^itiia?- ,
"Como, Harry," said one of them, laying
iside his segar, "it is late, and I must show
myself for a few moments nt Mrs. Grant's
ball. It will be expected of mo. Besides,
[ want to see this new protege of hers, who
appears for the Gist time in public, to-night.
She was hero with her last Winter, but in
Jeep mourning, and did not go out. I
boped to see her nt Saratoga last season,
but she kept very private *, to-night she appears.
By the way, I heard many inquiries
*fter you at Saratoga. Where were you ?" j
"At tiio While Mountains, Niagara, and
knocking about hero and there. I dou't
know what brought 1110 here this Winter,
ixccpting this fashion I have fallen into,
jf wandering over the face of the earth, like
i vagabond. What is your fair recluse's
name ?"
"Harding!"
"Well, I'll go!"
The two started together, and soon
cached their destination.
"My dear," said an old lady, speaking to
1 young, lovely girl who stood near her,
'your dress is caught up, you had better go ;
md arrange it."
The young lady obeyed her. As she
itood before the long glass in the drcssingootn,
she made a most beautiful reflection
lpon its surface. Iler figure was of median
height, aud perfectly rounded ; her
bare neck and arms gleamed white as ruow,
in bright contrast with her dark dross; her
eatures were regular; complexion fair, but
lale, and her large, brown eyes were full of
ntelligence ; her glossy and abundant cbeslut
bair was arranged in curls, looped graeeully
from the neck, with a concealed coinb,
ind a light garland of crimson fuscbia was 1
wisted among them. Her dress of deep
jrimson 6ilk, trimmed with black lace, suited
her style of beauty perfectly. After arranging
ber dress, she stood a moment bebre
the glass, musing ; then, with a low
jreathed sigb, turned to join again in the
scene of festivity.
"My dear," said Mrs. Grant, meeting lier
it the door, "I want to introduce a fiiend
)f Cnpt. Russell's. Mr. Ashly, Miss. Ilardng."
At last, after their long separation, they
net. No one who saw the bow of recogni,ion,
or marked the clasp of the hands,
vould have dreamed of emotion rushing
>ver each heart.
Why continue the story ! Mrs. Grant
grumbled when called upon to part with a
:ompanion who, Bhe said, "suited her exictly
but the rich paruie of diamonds
with which she presented Dr. Ashly's fair
jride. showed that fillfl rtll?rinll<vl nn iiArn
__ J
Jeep resentment.
From Arthur * Home Magazine, for July,
HOME.
BV CLARA AUGUSTA.
Ilome ! We love to repeat the word over,
'or it baa a sweet sound?Home !
The man or woman possessed of a home,
u the fullest sense of lliat beautiful word>
iced go no further than its sacred hearth
or happiness. Within its walls there is
jnough, without going forth after vain and
uie pleasure. i\rouuu lue nreside ot home
cluster purer joys than wealth can shower
Yom her golden hands, or clarion-tounged
Fame bring from the far-off recesses of the
world.
The broad universe holds no nook or corner
so dear to the true heart as home.
Peoplo may smile, and say it is an old
subject; very true, but it is one that will
iever wear out. Like the grand notes of
' Old Hundred," the sacred tones of" Montgomery,"
or the Inspiring roll of " Corona?
i.. it
.tun, iu? bunjccw nome grows nearer and
Jearer to the heart with each repetition.?
Hie truth of this, all will acknowledge, so
ong as each spirit finds at home its pureBt
liappiness, and folds its wings quietly there
ip itieBunghire of perfect peace.
Homo 1 IIow the tired heart of the wan
iercr leaps up at tho word ! The
jeatten mariner nearing the shores of his
lative land, his first thought, lightningdinged,
is for home. Home, where his wife
waits with her fair-haired children, and keeps
Jrighf the light fipon the hearth stone, the
ight which is to guide his way over tho
mrf-washed beach, and the treaeberous
juickfifnds, safely to his home. Mayb6 he
AaIj* tfVrtVA>/1 ir\ a oalnnfAfi ml* I* '
Mvn^^inniu iv *? ?uumVU ? IfcU tl 19
JSretfts, white-haired and boary, standing
ljVort the shadowy confines of the Eternal
Land;.kinUjfftther, and tbe tender mother,
ivbo r^tnOVed all thorns from bis iofcmt pathway,
an died fiiatand^r fuel up to thtyide
:emplo of njaohood. .
l%*hrowD-b?ired^irJ at *:bocrf jool^ont
br raoatiorvwith awoHd of anticipation
; you ask her. why in tbw joy ; you
snmsH^:
home to his waiting wife, bis warm dressing
gown and slippers by tbe parlor fire, and
the evening of contentment and rest which
he knows is awaiting him there. What
matters it how loudly the storm beats, or
the gusty winds raves; is he not at home,
and with the objects of his love? Isn't he
happy ? Ask him, and he will tell you
'yes," with an earnestness that defies dis
bulict.
Maybe, in nil tlicsc happy homes there
are vacant places; empty seats at tlie firesides
; unused books ; little shoes, and faded
knots of ribbon laid away in some hallowed
drawer ; little playthings that once brought
joy to the little hearts which lie cold and
still beneath mounds carpeted with the soft
snow of winter ! Very likely ; every family
has ils precious dead children ; but even the
remembrance of this is no cause of unhappiness,
when we remember that around our
Father's Throne ahovc there can come no
disaffection, no trial, no shadow of wo !?
(Jrieving for this beseems us ill, for the Saviour
of the world stretched forth his hands^
and declared, "ofsuch is the kingdom of
heaven."
Friend, so long as home is granted you,
lowly and humble though it may be, if
! r i ! ? - - i i* *
j-iuvu anu a eace arc us waicnures, am; contentment
its bright and abiding star, never
call yourselfpoor ! You arc rich ! far richer
than tbo hapless millionaire, who, with
pockets lined wirfi the glittering ore of California,
goes nightly to his splendid lodgings
in a hotel, and finds his home circle in the
fast men that share the place of his abode.?
You have a treasure which moth will not
corrupt, or rust corrode; for all perfect affections
is heaven-born, aud therefore imperishable.
We have much gratification in believing
that the love which has cemented hearts in
l.?t.r ot.?n ?<: 1
mvij uiiivu iiviuj auuil WtKIIIUU Il? dilUI'CU
office in the hereafter; for "God is Love,"
and bis kingdom is one of good will toward
men. It
is not gold and silver, neither heaps of
precious jewels, that bless ineffably the lives
which are given us; neither honor nor the
world's praise, for death will sweep all away ;
but it is that pure, earnest, siucero love of
God and our fellow men, which never fails,
even in this world, of bringing a sure and
glorious reward.
Cherish home! Never let discord and
ill-nature enter there! Never allow the
dark face of distrust to cross its hallowed
threshold! Guard your home as you would
your life ; nay, more, for happiness is more
precious than life, and upon that home yout
happiness depends. '
Perfect confidence should abide there forever
! Let no dim sccret intrude, to build
up, as it were, a wall of granite between its
inhabitants. The great corner stone of Lov?
?_ n i * .1 -
is i/onuuence, ana mo one cannot exist
without 'the other. Between the hearts ol
the dwellers in one family there should be
no veil of darkness, no shadow of mystery
for, out of doubt, love and contentment never
spring;and only in the broad sunshineo
Truth can the royal plant of Respect flourisl:
and grow strong.
Politeness and courtcsy towards the mem
bers ot your family, will tend to csltiblisl
kindly feelings; and let the same d?ferenc<
which you would show a stranger beshowi
towards those who love you best, and wb<
have a legitimate right to the best phrase o
your character.
It is singular, considering the many amia
hlo men and women 0110 meets in society
that there should be so few happy homes
so few specimens of conjugal and fraterna
happiness. Ah, it is sad to speak it; but i
results from the fact that too many people
save their smiles from their own families
to bestow them up the eager crowd of fashion
and folly. ''It is true that we want noi
at home'the formal politeness which societ;
abroad requires of us, that the genuine up
springing of kindness which comes direc
from the heart, and always gladdens the re
cipient, and makee the giver better and hap
pier. Letustbon display the.best part o
our lives at homo. We have those.there
whose claims are paramount to all others
lot us look to it tbat we respect those claims
and yield freely the right.
.We love well the voice of the grent cantatrj^ei.who
stands In the wifle*roofod halJ
and pour^Tortii her Bong for the gratification
of- the multitude.,; but we : love bettci
the sweet, soft voice which singula cheer a
wiary fa (he)-, a Kick ferother,oV a care-wdrn
mispaad. mere is tout in Hint voice; there
is beauty and pathos there; and with that
voice it sqems the' frdrt angles of heavgu
might love to mingfe'to# seV?phio chorus!
May the G<^ of our Fath6r^guar4;^
protect our homes! May he pr&serve thsqg
from the intruding foot of.Deepotisai Vncj
wrong; and, nt laH, gather alkthe dtfeljera
therein safely Wl6 mi fcoortsbwe; *Un
there are umi|fiy..0j|pM6h|i^ pfaj^rtd %i
Witticisms of Douglas Jerrold.?
Tbo National Magazine publishes a number
of witticisms attributed to the late Dou
glas Jerrold, and which havo been collected
and arranged lor that periodical by his son
Mr. lilanchard Jurrold. The following arc
among the best specimens of tho great sati
: l ist's wit thus collected by his son :
1 Tiie Anqi.o-Frenoii ' Alliance.?jer
i rold was in France, and with a French mat:
who was enthusiastic on the subject of the
j Anglo-French alliance, lie said that lit
I was proud to see the English and Frencl
I such goou iricnus at last. Jerrokl?"Tut
1 llie bust tiling I know between Franco ant
| England is?the sea."
Unkkmittjno Kindness.?'Call that}
i kind man,' said an actor, speaking of an ab
[ sent acquaintance ; 'a man who is awaj
from his family and never sends them i
' farthing! Call that kindness!' *Ycs, unro
; mitting kindncs,' Jerrohl replied,
i Dami'KD Ardor.-?Jerrold and Lamai
; Blauchard were strolling together abou
j London, discussing passionately a plan fo
: joining Byron in Greece. Jerrold, tellinj
the story many years after, said, 'But i
; shower of rain came on, and washed allth
i Greece out of u<.'
J A Doctor's Livekv.? A very popula
j medical gentleman called on Jerrold on
! Wl.? .1 :? ?
i ..i.j. .1 11v.-11 uiu hmuii vt ?is auuilL 10 icav*
Jen old, looking from his library windov
! espied lii-i friend's carriage, attended by sei
! vants in (laming liveries. Jerrold?'Wha
| doctor, I sec your livery is tueasles turuc
up with scarlet lover V
A 1'avohite Am.? At a social club t
which Jerrold belonged, the subject lurne
one evening upon music. The discussio
was animated, and a certain song was cite
; as an exquisite composition. 'That song
exclaimed an enthusiastic member, 'ahvaj
carries me away when I hear it." Jerrol
(looking eagerly round the table) ?'Ca
anybody whistle it ?'
Man's Account with Woman.?Loo
here; you must allow that woman ough
as much as in her lies, to make this worl
i quile a paradise, seeing that she lost us tl:
! original garden. Wo talk as philosophers
j and when all is said and done about win
I we owe to woman, you must allow that w
j ha\e a swinging balance against her. There
that little matter ol tlic apple still to be se
tied for.
An Attorney's Last Hope.?A certai
sliarp attorney was said to be in bad ci
cumstanccs. A friend of the unfoituna
: lawyer met Jerrold, and said, 'Have yc
'; beard about poor R ? ? Ilis busine
ingoing to the devil.1 Jerrold?'That's ?
right; then he is suro to got it back agaii
A Name in the Sand.?A. few daj
since, wo stood with a friend on the sc
shore. The tide which had receded, 1c
the sand perfectly smooth. Our friend wit
the end of his cane, wrote his name in fu
on the sand, and we passed on. But tl
first flow of the tide ofeourao entirely eff
ced that name,aud left the sand as if nothii
had been written on it. This led.us me
tally to inquire how many of the'busy soi
InU. i?1 ?i ?~:i i ?
vivmvu, iiii/ui ildlU ailU tUll lUlIg IU Wri
1 their namesjn the sand, only to bo wash*
i away by the fast flowing waters of oblivio
i Thousands have faced the cannon's nioui
and forced their way through ranks of bris
. ling steel, to gain a name. But where no
1s the name thus written in blood? Entir
! Iy fdrgotton, with a very few exceptions.
, Scholars too have wasted their energi
. over the midnight lamp, and found and e*
p ly grave in search of a name. That nan
was gained; but it was only written in tl
1 sand.
How much we all, in our various pnrsui
- are struggling for a name; but wo a
, merely walking by the sea-shore, and if o
i names are written to our satisfaction, tin
will not be found after tho next tide. W1
1 knows the names of tbe many millions wl
1 tiai'A .1. ? .1 ? i
ikmv |Jtuj?ivu uui t'uriii ; ilhuu lUOUglll
f much of his name while living, as we do
ours. But tho very dust under our ft
contains their own animated dust, and y
their very uames were long sinco forg<
> ten.
J -v Let us then, strive for something belt
I than an earthly name written in the mo
t A name that can never peris
written in "the Lamb's IJook of life,' bliou
be the high point of our aspirations. Th
? is attainable, and yet how few are strivii
to have them there recorded. The preso
u is regarded rather than the future by sho
sighted mortals.? Olive Branch.
Tiib People's Day.?Continuous Sa
t bath labor does not answer even comrac
. cially*?it does not increase the aggrega
amountof work performed. Wilborfor
* testifies: 'During the war it was propost
' to work all Sunday, in one of the roj
> manufactories, for continuous, noj for oce
j sional service ; and it was found that'tl
, workmen wtio obtained Government's co
sent to abstain fron) working on Sunday
executed more work thaif?tfie others? Qa
' lain Stansl ury, leader of the surveying e
. pedition to the region of the Salt'Lake, i
Lis official report to our Governntetit,.aai
. ?'I hero beg to record, as the result of m
; experien.ocf deriy?<l notonly-from my pr
1 sent journey, but frora/piwyyeara apeot i
1 J&e pf rferuianee of nikity dutjea, that, aj,
> uaatter:pf pecwoiary coBtjdonitl^ny Utii wi?
, to keep.Sabb*t?..?MoT* work can I
tneU from both-men and'amiuals byy
>#, tW where the .whole save
wKft1 |^tow,ot our lima oyt of ti^ou
A Lady's Opinion of a Lady's wiu
Mrs. Stephens, iu her excellent monthly '
magazine, thus "pilches in" against a cUm?
I of men which is becoming Oar too nutne,
rous in this metropolis, Bays the "Washihg!
ton,Star. Ilfear what she sa^s;.
14 Our own private opinion of tfid" Lad^&'
Man is, that he is .thoroughly contemptible!
?a sort of specimen of the life hardly worth
, thinking about?a nut-shell with" the kerneP
, withered up?a handful of foaro drifting.*
, over the wine of life, something not affogethV'
, er unpleasant to the fancy, but of no eartfely *
i usr. A woman of sense would as. soon put
I lo sua in n man-of-war made of shingles, or
take up her residence in a carcbboUBe;, as
. dreain of attachingihersclf to a lady-killfer.
4 "Women worth The name are seldom deceived
into thinking o,ur lady's mat) the
' cl.o'cest specimen o!'his sex. Wliatever their
1 ignorance may be, womanly intuition must
tell them that the men who live for greftj?t
objects, and whose spirits are so firmly knit
1 that they are able to encounter the storjna*
1 J of life?men whose depth and warmtb.of
r fueling resemble the powerful current of-rf
5 | mighly river, and not the bubbles on its sufr"-;.
ft I f;ir?p wllft if tliPV l*wn nrn nornr cmtflon )iw
. -/ > V* "J
0 inero beauty of form or features?that these
men are far more worthy even of occupying
r their thoughts in idle moments than the fops
c and men about town with whofte attention1
j, i they amuse themselves. If wo were to telf
r, i him this, he would only laugh ; lie has no
r- j pride about hiin, although full of vanity,t,
and it matters not to him what we may
d broadly affirm or quietly insinuate.
" Soft and deli, a'.o though lie be, be is na
0 impervious to ridicule as a hod-carrier, and
j as regardless of honest contempt as a city
? alderman. Were you to hand him this ar,1
! tide, ho would take it tn Kfimft Rnrinl nnrltj .
U . ? , ; ? r*"V ?
> i and read it aloud in the most mellifluous
.s voice as a homage to liis own attractions."
j Washington Star.
u John liAXDOi.ru and Danikl Webster..
?Among the legislators of that day,-;kut
not of them, in the fearful and solitary sub>limity
of genius,' stood a gentleman from!
Virginia,- whom.it was superfluous to desigie
: nate. Whose speeches werfr. universally
''read? Whoso satire was unifArealj^fear-11
led? Upon whose accents-did this babUu,e
I ally listless and unhstening hdustf-'haoife'i'ftiy.
8 frequently, wit||..rapt at$ntlbn?v- WJriKfe
fame was identified Wi\h thatbodyfor"s*y
long a period ? Who was a &<5ro~ dexten
rous debater, a ripe scbolnr, better verpeel ipi
r" tbe politics of our own country, of de^fjer
read in tbe liistory of others 1 Abov^ all/
,u ! who was more, thoroughly im bttedVwj th^tha
33 idiom of the English languager^Dijt^?iw>na.pletely
master of its stren^t^^nd^>oAuty,and
delicacy , or rtiore capable o?"wfSlhitt]g
thoughts of flame in words of magio sod
?s tones of silver? ' '
Nor may I pass over in silecfcfi'iC^r.ep^s
j sentative from New Hampshire, tjalfoil1
most obliterated all meYirory of tbat'di^tinc
uon uy me superior tame.-Qe attained
1C as a.senator from Massachusetts. .Thob^I*
a* then but in the bud of his political life* and
lo hardly conscious, porhaps, of his own extraH"
ordinary powers, he gave promise of tbw
DS greatness he has achieved. The same vigor
of thought; the same force of expression^
J<* tbo shorf sentences; the calm, coldj collect"*
ed manner; the air of solemn dignity ; tlfe
deep, sepulchral, unimpassioned voice ; alP
ll* have been developed only, not changed,
w even to the intense bitterness of his frigid
e" irony. Tho piercing coldness of his-sarcasms
was indeed peculiar to hira; they:
cs seemed to be emenations from the spirits of
ir" the icy ocean.-' Nothing could be at onca"
ie so novel and so powerful; it was frozen
Je mercury becoming as caustic as red hoi
irom.? Wilde.
ts
I #
re i Baptism tx Iloors.?At Chicago, last
ur week, a rather amusing sceno took place
eJ\ during tlie baptism of a young lady by tbo
1,0 pastor of the Tabernacle. The Union says.'
',0 'The minister requested her to assume the
ns dress peculiar to such an occasion, but she'
?f declined to tafce off her hooped skirt; the
'ct minister told her of the inconvenient that
, must resul from her obstinacy, but she pgr>t
sisted. "When she carae to descend itfto'
the bath, the inflated skirt touchedthe water
br and rose around her like a balloon, Her'
lV* head was lost tJ^tho congregafiqp/sbwfia
>h, swallowed tin in the swelling ski^. thd miri
ild=- ister trietHb force-her down iptd the bath
at but she was kept above the surface by thti'
nS floating properties of the crinoline, aod Mas'
nt buoyed up so successfully that it Wag" not
rt- until after much difficulty and many'fbfcible
attempts to submerge the lady, the' rtofnister
succeeded in baptizing (he fair
Finally it was effected, ta the relief offend
5r" minister and tho seriously inclH^d Attftedfeft,'
lte who could not keep from laugrffaj* in tHgU*
pocket 'liankerclncfs. '* . V ^ ,
al Tiie Great end of^Sqpr
;H" ty continually tends to become a rttyj&fmd
Jn? idoft than right. Iq the strug?U.(^'
,8> accumulation, the worth of* eTery\hurr?an
p! being is overlooked. The importance ^of
x- -every man's progress is forgotton.-* We
0 must contend for this great idea. Thqy
* who bold it, must spread-it Ar^umfcjtbett^e
.Thi'troth must be squired in the 6irtfe 9f
n men, that the grand end ofaocfety is i&rajga
a wilKin ntiutYi 'nf W. miMiAiMM
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