Os famiiii eirdt. MEMORIES OF TIIE OLD KITCHEN. BY MILS. S. P. SNOW. Far hack in my musings, my thoughts have been cast, To the cot, where the hours of my childhood were passed ; I loved all its rooms, to the pantry and hall, But that blessed old kitchen was dearer than all ; Its chairs and its table, none brighter could be, For all its surroundings were sacred to me, To the nail in the ceiling, the latch on the door, And I loved every crack of that old kitchen floor. I remember the fireplace with mouth high and wide, The old-fashioned oven that stood by its side, Out of which, each Thanksgiving, came puddings and pies, That fairly bewildered and dazzled our eyes ; And then, too, Saint Nicholas, slyly and still, Came down every Christfnas, our stockings to fill; But the dearest memories I'd laid up in store,. Are of the mother that trod that old kitchen floor. Day in and day out, froth morning till night, Her footsteps were bitsy,'her,heart always light, • For it seemed.to me then that,she'kfiew not a care, The smile was so gentle her face used to wear; 1 remember with pleasure what joy filled, our eyes, When She told us the stories that children-so prize: They were new every night, though' we'd heard them before,, From her lips, at the wheel, pp the. old kitchen floor. .. , I remember the window, where mornings I'd run,. - As soon as the daybreak to watch for the , inin, And I thought,' when my' head scarcely reached to the sill, That it slept through the night in the trees on the hill, And the small tract:l)f ground, that nip eyes there , . could view, ' • . Was all of the world that my infancy knew; Indeed, I cared not to know of it more, For a world in itself was that old kitchen 'floor To-night those old visions come back at their will, But the wheel and its music forever are, still, The band is,moth-eaten, the wheel laid away, And the fingers that turned it lie mouldering in clay. - The hearthstone,'So Sacred,' is just as 'twas then, And the voices of children ring out there again, The sun through the window looks in as of yore, But it sees stranger feet on the old kitchen Boor. I ask not for honor ; but this I would crave, That when the lips speaking are closed in the • , .grave; My children will gather theirs round at their side; And tell of the mother that long.ago died; 'Twould be more endurin,g far dearer to me, Than inscription on marble and granite could be, To have them tell often, as I did of yore, Of the mother that' trod tbe itjtchen' floor. MR. - HAMMONFS:MTVRS: TO LITTLE CHILOREN NO. VI. No Dangef, 1i1, 9 4 Roc These were the words, my dear young . friends, whiCh'iv'ere said Co me a few weeks ago, twhen the waters were swEeping by a large mill as if they were determined ;to carry it away with the flood. Almost eirerybocly abbut here at least, has a story to tell about their experience in "the dreadful flood," and so have I, and I hope it will int6reit yen.. . - - Tlaat Monday morning when it rained so bard, a gentleman, from Cincinnati, came to see me, saying that ho could only stay ' - a few ' , hours. " What," said - You will not think of going, out again to-day in all ,this rain ?" "But I must get on to - PrOvidence to=night," . said Mr: Burnham. So after he had been with'me a few boursj started in all the rain with my horse, to take him to the depot. When we were within half-a-mile of the station, we came to a river where all the bridges and dims had been swept away;carrying with it also the wrecks of houses. We then turned back, and tried to get to the station by another road, but there, too, the bridge had -been swept away. A large factory or mill was near by. One of its owners was looking anxiously at the mad waters as they went roaring and foaming by. I said to him, "Do yoU think the mill will be swept away ?" His quick answer was, "No DANGER; IT'S UPON A ROOK." It would not have been - even injured by the stream which turned its wheel; that made all the spindles fly round so swiftly;' but after the mill ~was built, a high / embankment was raised up beside it, and , a railroad track laid upon it, and under it, through a , small culvert, ran a little stream which was often dry in sum mer. But when the '" floods arose" that little hole, beneath the great embankment, was net large enough to let'all the waters through, and . so a 'great pond was made on the other side; and in a few hours it was so large that it pressed away the great sandy dam, and' down', .down came 'the mighty flood right against the mill " upon the rock." My friend, who not ten ininu4s 'be fore had said, No. danger it's upon a real' seemed almost trembling with fear. Trees, and rcieks, and dirt y and floods of water came tumbling, and rushing against the: mill, bat "IT FELL , NO I T, FOR IT W41.4' FOUNDED UPON . A ROOK." , But though it was not thrown down, it was a good deal Injured: Those who built the mill; never thought of that tiny little strearn;Avellin j g into a great flood ; but so it did, and if the build ing had not been " FOUNDED UPON A 'ROCK, i ' it would most surely have fallen, and "great would have been the fall of it." .Jesus, you know, is called the " Rook of ages," because in all ages those who have trusted in have been " like•unto a man: who builf his HOUSE upon a rock." Thousands= pf .dear little children have built their hopes upon llim, and when the floods of temptation have suddenly come upon them,' they have riot been swept away.,. When '1 looked. upo'n' that mill, after the waters had done their best to (*troy it, and when I saw how it was broken, anil torn, and injured, but not ruined, I said, "That's just the way it was with Paul when, he said of himself, We are troubled on every side, yet not destroyed; we are perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not forsaken • cast down, but not destroyed."' And I thought, too, of many little children who I believe are on the "Rock of ages"; but yet I fear that when fierce temptations come rushing upon them, they will have to say with Paul, "cast down, but not destroyed." Perhaps you, my little reader, are in just that condition now. What then are you going to do 'e —give up trying to be a Christian ? Oh, don't do that! What did the owner of that mill do ? Sit down and cry, and say, " lt's no use trying to do anything with this old broken-down mill?" No No 1 Ha went right to work, and is now fast fitting it up, and soon the great water-wheel will be turning again, and all the long rooms will look as it" alive with ma chinery. That is something like what you must do. " Ob. do not be discouraged, For Jesus is your Friend, He will give you grace to conquer, And keep you to the end." Here is a letter from a little boy in England. He, you see, has got the truth in his mind—the Lord 'Jesus is like a. rock. He says: " THE LORD NEVER CHANGES." All of his letter will interest you. See if you do not think that he has built upon the right foundation. CHELMSFORD, October 26, 1868. MY DEAR. SIR :—When You told vs — bony Jesus dyi,ng on the cross for us poor sinners, I Ove my heart to God. I want td help to bring, others into the fold of the Good Shepherd. , 1 thank God for those blessed meetings . What.a beautiful text in Psalm ciii.: " Like as a father pitieth his - children, so the Lord pitieth those that fear, 'Him." And so the Lord will if we obey Him .and do what is right, for the ly)74.!wilt never change if we do what He tells us, and keep His commaadments. T thank God that I have been led , to see that I was a sinner. : Now I can sing i ,with all my heart, "I love Jesu s, yes, T do." I have. chosen Him as my " part." Xre; has made my heart all new. Your young friend, ' * * Beneath the Cross of Jesus, I lay me down to weep, And ponder o'er the matchlegs grace Displayed on Calvary's steep. Beneath the Cross of Jesus, I lay me down to pray, Nor look in vain for blessing, In God's appointed way. Suppose that the builders of that mill had , said, " It will cost too much to build our 'Ali upon a rock,; we'll place it on this soft, sandy founda tion , near by," where would it have been when "die rain, descended and the floods came, and the wind : blew and' beat upon that house ?" You know well it would have fallen, as other houses on the:banks of this same river did. It is My prayer, that every child reader of THE Anima- CAN PRESBYTERIAN, may be 'sure ,that, he is trusting only in ~Te,sus, and then he will be " like unto a wise man that built his house upon a rock." VERNON, Coan., Oct. 20,.1869. " IT'S THE ONLY HOPE." Some years ago.a young inan k wilo,,head strong, profane, and somewhat intemper ate, riding through South Hadley, stopped 'at a st6i*o`to'purehatie something, and as the shop-keeper was doing up the little pack agu, he, said_to, the young man "I don't know you, but I can't belp, ask ing if you are a Christian ?" Haughtily and sternly, the young Ain said "Sir !" With tears standing in his eyes, the good shop-keeper said : "I don't doubt it may seem strange that • ; I should ask, but I long to have all pen brought'to Jesus. les . the only hope 1" Reluctantly the young man took the package from the hand of-the shopkeeper and went out to his buggy, speaking an- grily and blasphemously 'of hiirk, never to see his Christian counsellor again, not even to know his name. , But that young man had a praying mo ther, who had often pointed her son to Jesus, saying, "It's the only hope!" and these words echoed from the walls of a heart where were hung the memories of child hood, those picture's that never are dimmed. Through years they sounded in his ears, till he was brought to the feet of Jesus, to find how glorious a hope it was. don't know that this good store-keeper was the direct means of this young man's conversion; but, since he' became a Chris tian man, he re - calls the incident with a vividneSs which shows "bow deep an im 'preSsion it made on his mind ; and in the Better Land - he hopes to, know and thank him for that little word so earnestly spoken and so angrily. received. No doubt that good man thought his labor had been lost, and if he lives and remembers the scene, may feel that he had been long in finding. " the bread cast on the waters,".l doubt though doubt not he sowed it with prayer. TWO FACES. I know a little girl who has two faces. When she -dressed up in her white dress and blue sash,v.nd has on her blue kid shoes, and around her neck a string of pearl beads, then she looks so sweet and good that you woulitlike to 'kiss her. - - . For she knows that company is going to call on her mother; and she expects that the ladies will,say,," W4at a little darling!" or " What lovely curls !" or " What a sweet mouth !" and then :kiss •ber,little red lips, and perhaps give her sonie sugar plums. •Andthe ladies who praise her think she is very, lady-like too. For she always says, " Yes, ma'am," and " No, ma'am," when she ought; and says, " Thank you," so sweetly when anything is given 'her. Bit,when she..is alone with her mother, then she is sometimes very naughty. If sh'e cannot have what 'she would like, or cannot do just as she wishes, then she will pout, and cry, and - scream ; and, no one would ever think of kisiing such homely lips. And no one would take her to be the PHILADELPHIA, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 11, 1869. same little girl who behaved so prettily in company. So you see, this little girl has two faces. One she uses in company, and puts on with her best dress ; the other she wears when see is alone with her mother. 1 know another little girl who has only one face; and that is always as sweet as a peach, and never so sweet as when alone with mamma. - . - Which little girl do you like best ? The one with two faces, or the one who has but one? And which will you be like ?—The IVurstr.y. MOW QUEEN VICTORIA TRAVELS. The Queen of England, writes an Ameri can in London, has so far, yielded to the public pressure as to return somewhat to public life. She announces a series of draw ing -rooms and levees, greatly Co the satis faction of London and the people. On Tuesday she came in from Windsor Castle to hold her drawing-room. The whole path way—abiliat three Miles—from the station .to Buckingham Palace,, was lined with peo ple. anxious tojatelt sight of the Queen. Notwithstandiqg 44 talk of the papers, she itrirri'eliselY POpieliii. with the people. Her coming is hailed with great delight, and if .she would puton i ,the trappings of royalty and appear in pubdiclas of old, she would, be received with demonstrations of enthusi asm such as never' before marked' her reign. She islhoroughly a good woman. She is exceedingly liberal in her notions. Many Of her personal attendants are dissenters, and she encourages their attedda - nce at dissenting chi , ivils, 'to the great disgust of ultra-churchmen. At Balmoral and Osborn, :Where :the chapels are far away, she fur nishes, her donciefitics with coaches. The little' tii>ie she 'spendsin London she de -votes to: visiting hospitals and institutions for the infirm, sick, and poor under her spe cial charge. Then she has so mu'ch pluck that while the English people regret her withdrawal from public life, they respect her spirit in doing as she pleases. She came in from Windsor the other morning in fine style. About a dozen coaches moved' out of Buckingham Palace, wound up Hyde Park, and met the Queen at the station. The Seventeenth Lancers, the finest corps in England, and the favor ite, performed escort duty. The mag nificent Horse Guards, with their scarlet uniforms and brass helmets, and fountain pluines, on black horses, selected with great care from all parts of the world, were sta tioned at intervals on the road as sentinels. Her Majesty alone rides under the marble arch into Hyde Park, and through the royal highway, over which none but royal wheels roll. The triumphal Arch, on, which is the colossal statue of Wellington, has a gateway-through which no carriage passes bat the Queen's. It was , quite a, royal sight to see the cor -4,.ge move &king. First came two outriders, one fiefore the other, in the:scarlet uniform of to Queen—wbrite breeches and toppwd . boots, black stove-pipe hat With a cockade,' and riding at an angle of forty-five de grees, as all Englishmen ride; then a de tachment of Lancers; then the Queen's carriage drawn by four horses, ridden by two postillions. The Lancers brought up the rear, the Horse Guards being on the right and left; the inevitable Brown sitting on the box. The royal carriage was an open barouche. The Queen,. Princesses Lduise and , :Beatriee and Prince Arthur were inside. Her Majesty looked uncom mdnly 'welt; her face rather pale, than florid as usual; her hair light, and in a con dition 'of neglect, as is common to the Queen. She was dressed completely in blaCk, 'but with more dress and less widowy than formerly. She has a• court suit, which, while she maintains her mourning, and while the suit is perfectly black in material, the, white' ermine trimming, and the orna ments in which the Queen indulges, makes her look even more regal than when in tbe tawdry robes of State. NON-INTERFERENCE. A Protestant young lady, whom her pa rents sent to a Roman Catholic school at a "Convent of the :Sacred Heart," with the assurance that her religion should not be interfered with, writes home what parents, acting under a similar delusion, do well to ponder: Was there no interference ? I find it very difficult to practise my own religion. They do not forbid it, but their rules' and regulations render it almost im possible. In order to pray. in secret and -read : my-Bible by myself, I am obliged daily to disobey the rules. , Evokry;.:Stindaykthey require us to learn a "Gospel,", and furnish us with Romish Tes, temente for that purpose. The girls gener ally use those Testaments, but last Sabbath I used my own, and intend to do so hereaf ter, though they do not seem pleased with it. We are required every ,day, from half past eleven to twelve, to listen to a, from on the doctrines of the Catholic church. The Protestants do not recite or answer ques tions, but they are required to put away their books, sit around the teacher, and listen respectfully to what she says. Her teaching lately has been on purgatory, and the distinction between mortal sins and Venial Sins. We are required to attend chapel service daily. We come in with long black veils thrown over us, 'and moving very slowly. On Sunday we have white veils. • It seems - very:solemn; Much like aluneral. On the altar are, images of the Virgin and St. Jo seph, and we are all required to " how - doWn to' henr." We all 'conforiCto`this • SinceLentn. me. in, seven pictures. have beenhung on each side.or the chapel, and in corning in we are expected to kneel be fore each one in turn on cur way to the altar, while they pray to the Virgin. This is called "the way to the cross." The prayers are mostly for souls in purgatory. Several of us Protestants respectfully de clined kneeling to the pictures, and were reprimanded for it in the chapel. Then we were taken into a room by ourselves, and talked to very severely. WHAT LIQUOR SELLING DOES. It destroys home comforts, blights hap piness and hope, wastes millions of produc tive capital; begets poverty, produces paupers; necessitates poorhouses, jails, prisons, fills them to repletion, multiplies taxes, gluts the courts with criminal cases, sends multitudes to untimely graves, and to crown all its mischief, digs down the very pillars of order and morality on which the structure of society rests. If such a busi ness is not an offence against public welfare, what in the name of reason, is? It is the, fostering parent of all other crimes. Mur der is its own child ; brawls, arson and rob bery are its offspring.. Julitice requires that Who branded the Father of. Crimes. The liquor traffic is more criminal than murder, for it adds to the guilt of murder every other crime known to. human law. The degree of its criminality is measured by murder, multiplied by all other offences against public welfare. If it is not a crime, what is it? As prohibitionists, we call it by its true name, a crime. NIGHT AIR NOT INJURIOUS. There is a popular prejudice concerning the evil effects of night air, about which a word must be said. In her admirable wri tings on hygiene and the management of the sick, Miss Nightingale has done much to correct this mistake. It was formerly the universal belief, that the air of night was very injurious. But the fact is, that except under certain circumstances, it is as health ful, or even more so, than that of the daytime. The night air of large cities, such as London, when the bustle and.commotion, which cause it to be loaded with dust parti cles, is apparently quelled, and the numer ous fires which contaminate it with their smoke are mostly eitinguished, is purer than that of the day. Nothing conduces more to healthy sleep than good ventilation, and no mode of ventilation surpasses that ob tained by opening a window at the top, by which the influence of draught is avoided, while the upper stratum of air, to which im purities ascend, is certainly renewed. But there is still- another reason for at times adopting night, even in preference to day, ventilation. In sultry weather it is a com mon mistake to open the windows instead of keeping them altogether closed, as is the case in very hot cliMites; But a little re flection will show, tliat since the height of the thermometer, in the sun Always greatly exceVe that shown at the same time by another thermometer placed in the shade, by opening the window we admit air much heated into our rooms. The proper 'time, under such circumstances, for ventilation, is during the night, when the external atmos phere has:cooled down. By adopting this plan in hot weather, the temperature of a room may, always, be kept several degrees lower than if the opposite course is pursued. —Good Health. - BUDGET OF ANECDOTES. —Sob Throckmorton, a Puritan minister, who is described 'by his contemporaries " as being as holy and a's choice a preacher as any one in England," is said, to have lived thirty seven years without any comfortable assurance as to his spiritual condition. When dying, he ad dressed the venerable John Dodd : " What will you say of him who is going out of the world and can find no comfort?" " What will you say of Him," replied Mr. Dodd, " who, when he was going out of the world, found no comfort, but cried, 'My God! My God! why hest Thou forsaken me ?'" This prompt reply administered conso lation to the troubled spirit of his dying friend, who departed within an hour after, rejoicing in the Lord. --John Morton a respectable Philadelphia Quaker, would hate nothingto do with the.Con 'tinental money, because it was issued for war purposes. It was, however, made a legal tender, and a certain slippery debtor, who owed him some ten thousand dollars, when Continental_ money was worth about: one-half of its face, bor rowed that sum from a friend, on a promise, of returning it in two or three hours. Taking with him a witness he called and laid the amount on the table of his Quaker. creditor. • Looking up from bis writing, Morton quietly opened a large drawer, and, to,the consternation, of the debtor, sweeping the money into it, he. shut and locked the drawer, saying, " Anything from thee, Daniel anything from thee 1 "—Lippincott's Maga '24.7l C. • —Texts' of Scripture have often been inscribed upon coins. One of the most remarkable is on a copper coin issued by the papal government, on which are the words. V volds divitibus4----" Woe to you who are rich !" When the' greenbacks were first issued Jay' the States; 'Mr. Chase; then Secretary.of the Treasury, consul ted, among others, the president of one of the Philadelphia Banks in, regard._ to placing some motto upon them—such, for example, `as' has since been impressed upon the five-cent pieces--- "In God we trust." After , mentionin g several scriptural texts that had occurred to him, the Secretary asked our banker's opinion. " Per haps," was the reply,.:" the most appropriate would be : " Silver and gold have I none; but SuclLas I have give I thee ?' The project was ahandoned.—lbid. --:-" Do You think, Doctor," 'asked an anxious mother,'" that it would improve little Johnny's health to take him to the springs and det him try - the water ?"- ":1 haven't a`doubt of it, madam." "What springs would you recommend, Doctor ?" " Any springs, madam, where you find plenty o f soap." —As Rev. Robert Collyer, of Chicago( who used to be a blacksmith), was recently walkin, through a White Mountain village, he entered a blacksmith shop and asked the privile e of making a nail. He handled the iron and ham mer so skillfully that the master of the place thinking him still one of the craft, asked "where he was at work ?" Mr. Collyer replied " that he was not working steadily anywhere jus t , now." —Said Jarvey to Jehu, at first sight of a ve locipede : Vy, if there isn't a cove as 'as been condemned to transportation on a hitinerary treadmill." " No," replied Jehu, " no, my old 'oneycomb, it's only the latest fashion in donkey carts, and the donkey. 'as run away with itself-- that's all." —An Eastern youth travelling in the uncivi lized regions .between here and California, pro vided himself with a small pistol, so as not to be out of fashion. While he was apparently ex amining it, but really "showing off," a brawny miner, whose belt was weighted with two heavy six-shooters, asked him what he had there. " Why," replied the young man from the East, " that is a pistol." " Wal," said the rough, "If you should shoot me with that, and I should ever find.it out, I'd lick you like fun." —A lawsuit in this vicinity brings to mind a remark of Colonel Moses Lyman, of Goshen, Conn., who used to say to his sons," Boys, don't ever steal, but if you do steal, don't do it on a small scale, never steal anything less than a meeting-house I" —Rev. Dr. Breckenridge , was, examining once a dull student who had au inveterate habit of answering one question by asking another. "Where," inquired the Dr.,:" was Solomon's Temple ?" " Hem—do , you refer !to its location, Sir ?" " Yes," growled the Doctor in his deep est tones, "I refer to its location, "or to anything else about it that may be embraced under the word where.' —ln a certain parish of . New England in old times, a good woman was accustomed to enter tain the ministers preaching in that place. One day a minister called at her door expecting to be provided for. The woman hesitated and seemed disposed not io take him in. Said the minister, "you must remember the Seripture, 'Be not forgetful -to entertain strangers; for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.' " " You need not say that," was the reply, " for no angel would ever come to me with a quid of tobacco in his month !" —Lord St. Leonard's, formerly Sir Edward Sugden, now about ninety years old,. has just made an elaborate and able speech in the Peers. He used to be a great equity lawyer, and a high Tory. Brougham rarely practised in Chancery, and was a radical Whig, and they cordially bated each other. Thirty-nine years ago, when Brougham bad just taken the great.seal, Sugden was arguing a case before him. Brougham treated him rather curtly. Pausing_ in his ad dreso, Sugden leaned over his chair and said, just loud enough to be heard by the bar, " If our new Chancellor knew a little equity law, he woald know a little of everything." The bar laughed heartily ,and Brougham growled out, " Go on, Sir Edward. Brougham has recently died, up ward of ninety. Sugden still holds out. Tough old fellows, these ex-Chancellors. —Very plain men sometimes beat all the doc tors in giving pat illustrations of knotty ques tions. A Scotch minister found such a case, in catechizing his flock about the nature of our " great federal head." " What kind of man was Adam 7" "Out, just like ither foul-." The minister insisted on having a more specific des cription of the, first man, and pressed for another answer. " Wed " said the catechumen, "he was just like Joe Simpson, the horse couper." " How so asked the minister. " Wed, nae body got onything by him, and mony lost." --At the close of the Rev. Mr. Fulton's lec ture at the Music Hall, Boston, October 23d, Rev. Gilbert Haven introduced him to. several ladies who were upon the platform, among others to Mrs. Julia Ward Howe. That lady refused to shake hands with him; and said : " You profess to be a Christian minister, sir, and you have reviled woman." " Better do that, madam," replied he, " than to revile Jesus ChriSt." " I never reviled Jesus Christ." " You have done your best to do it," said he. "Sir," she responded, "you have'played the part of a dramatist and a buffoon." " Madam," said he, "your birth, your educa tion and your position in society. should have made.a lady of you." She replied, " Do you mean to say, sir, that I am not a lady?" " I mean to say, madam," said he, "that you act like an outrageous exception." At this point Mrs. Livermore and Mrs. Lucy Stone Blackwell took up the conversation, and Mrs: Howe withdrew. ; i —" Scene at a hotel in Mt. Deseret, Me.:-7 " See here, landlordi I want a pickaxe " Why, sir, there is not such a thing about the house." . " Give me a spade then, a shovel; a hoe, any thing I can dig with:" " But, what on earth are: you going to dig in such a hurry ?" " 'We've been out walking in the woods back here, and we have found three mounds which must be Indian graves, and full of relics. DIY , party are waiting, and want a spade right off.' "`Bless your soul, sir, them ain't no Injuns. That's where old Mr. Higgins' three children are buried. For pity's sake don't dig up their bones." The Bostonian departs, cast down, to seek an other sensation further in the forest. —Gen. Smith, in Congress, while deliveri one of the long, prosy speeches, for which was noted, said to Henry Clay: " You spec sir, for the present generation, but I speak posterity." " Yes," replied the great Ken loan, " and it ,seems you are resolved to sp till your audience- arrives."
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