BELOVED NIGHT, Beloved night! That lettest down Thy eurtain on our griefs and fears, In vaulty deepness dost thou drown Our frets and falling tears? In thine engulphing swallow up Life’s plainings and its poignancies, The foam flood of love's brimming cup, And ts outwringed lees ? . Though in thy peauty thou art dumb, And canst not speak to us again, From out thy vastness sems to come An answer to our pain, As theugh from all those lustrous eyes, In heaven's mysterious fisce alight, 4 glanee thou bend’st to sympathize With us—beloved night ! cm ———————— GEANNYS EXPERIENUE. It was the evening of the donation arty at the Rev. Simeon Slide’s. At Grovehill they had not many ex- _itements, and to the simple villagers town belle, or a court presentation to a Londoa debutante. Jessie Field had retrimmed her white muslin dress with apple green ribbon, and even aunt Betsey had washed and ironed the French cambriec dress which constituted the cream of her wardrobe, and basted fresh lace frillings the neck and sleeves, into on the kitchen porch, congratulated on the contents of the box - wagon, which stood under the shad apple tree. “If everybody takes as creditable a load to the parson’s as that,”’ said the squire, “I guess they won't there. A ham, a bag 0’ mixed chicken- feed, a firkin of first-class butler, six dressed and a loaf of plum-cake, grand motlier all tha } vy GEE ¢ vlog fowls. a bushel o’ russet apples, arter and be- made Field's recei 1 nt t -— sides ‘(Good gracious pa!” said Jessie who was tucking away ber curls under the strings of her split-straw gipsy hat, “how are aunt Bess and I ever going to ride with all that load ?7 “Well,” said the squire, with an ole- aginous little chuckle, **you’l have to contrive it sit on the butterfirkin, and sort o’ steady it, and there’s plenty o’ room for the other along o’ me on the and hold the plum-cake on your lap. And coming back I ain't turbed but that y-u’ll get plenty o’ beaux, gals always do. The moon will be at its full, and Peter Peck and Hiram Jellifer is both be there and—"* “Don’t talk nonsense, pal’ Jessgie, laughing, and looking provok- ingly pretty, just as aunt Betsey, glan- cing over her shoulder into the glass, saw the reflection of herown face and sighed softly. Ah the sad difference between eigh- teen and thirty! “1 was preity too, when I wasa girl,” said aunt Betsey to herself, i don’t suppose I am positively ill-looking now. Bat the dimples are gone and the roses, and the smooth curves of cheek and chin. There are crow’s-feet around my eves and wrinkle on my forehead, and when I go to parties I am left to sit among the oid ladies by the wall” But Miss Betsey Field did not =zpeak out these words; she only said— “There'll be plenty of room, I shall go on to the parsonage at once, and help Mrs. Slide get ready for the evening. She needs some one to assist her, with her sickly daughter and all those little children.” somehow, dpi eat, LO $ Jessie, Bess!” said Jessie, with a kiss, you're always thoughtful. You're the darlingest little old maid that ever was," So Betsey Field set out to walk down the sunny, grass-carpeted lawn, while Jessie leisurely finished her toilet and pinned fresh roses into her belt, Peter Peck, who lived up on a comfortable farm on Lhe mountain had shot a deer in the woods-—like Nimrod of old he was a mighty hunter on the face of the earth— and prepared a quarter of veni- son, neatly wrapped in a linea cloth, for his share of the donation party. Old Mra. Peck, his grandmother, had fished a jar of apple sance out of the cellar, and dressed some tender spring chickens, “I’m past going to church myself," said granny Peek, "but I always was one to believe in the dissemination of the Gospel, so I don’t grudge the chickens and tho apple sass. Be sure you earry ‘em careful, Peter, and... “Granny! suddenly burst in the hon. est young giant, who was tying his cravat before the glass with laborious fingers, ‘*how many years is it since grandfather courted you ?*’ “Good land o’ Goshen!” said granny Peck, “what 1a the boy talkin’ about?’ “Because | want fo know what he said,” sald Pelor, reddening to the very roots of his halr. “I'm a goin’ courtin’ myself, granny, and I bain’t bad uo experience, and 1 don't know how to go to work.” “Well I never!” sald granny Peck. “Try to remember, there's a good soul I'” urged Petor conxingly. “It’s so long ago,” sald granny Peck, with a sympathetic moisture beginning to suffase her bloared syelids. “Times is changed now.” X “Bat homon natur’ is human natur’, \ A AH AR HAR EN 5 0 just the same, ”’ said Peter, ‘*How was it, granny?*’ “He took me out a-ridin’,”’ said the goodly pinch of rose-scented snuff. “That's it ezactly,” said Peter. *‘I've barnessed up Red Robin, and washed off the wagon, and I calculate to ask her to ride home with me from the donation party.” “And it was a very dreadful moon- shiny night——"' reflectively added the old lady. “Moon's at the tull,” exultingly mut- tered Petar, “I believe there's a | in it” “And he set up close to me, and | squeez «1 my hand with the hand he wasn't a drivin’ with, and he said I | was the prettiest gal he'd ever seen, and could I be contented to come and live at Hawk’s farm, “And we was married the next fall. fob 160 { all that seems 1" “It sounds sasv enough,” said Peter | despondently. But I'd rather clear off | a whole patch 0 hickory woods, ”’ “Don't be afraid, Peter,” said the old lady, laying a kindly hand on his | right shoulder, “If she's a gal wuth | havin’, she'll know you're a good lad, {And IM cookey she'll say | Yes." “I only wish I could think so, gran- * sald Peter, with a sigh. “Is it Kate Lanney?”’ i Peck, “or Mary Elsley ?" “Taint neither one,” sald { sheepishly. ““It's Jessie Field I"? “Land o’ massey VV’ sald granny Peck, elevating her withered hands, **What on airth isa pretty pink-and-white piece bet a i ny, said like this ?*° ‘she’s as smart as a steel-trap,’’ said Peter. { “Don’t you worry, granny. Once | i -—-— The Min Kiver, ese junks and Chinese ing in a house-boatl on 3 . n v ut above Foo-Choo, and als pericla w hiose vessels of all shapes and sizes, to the extraordinary watch down large junks midstream, igantic sculls, coming river propelled one on each side of only by two the dozen Hp. act a men. The end of this huge oar is attached to the junk by a strong leathern the scull works round and the or " 5} and e worked by about thong, and yound ci principal the = tousiy. somewhat All or any other labor involv- cul an of the screw, the time men are at this, ing continuous action (such as rowing or dragging a heavy cart), they keep up the ceaseless chorus, There are muititude singularly ph i anchor just below the great Ten Thousand Ages {(Wans which eo ia the Isle of the mainland of Foo.Choe : delightful hours have I among these to select the moat striking group, and then sketching junks lying tidge of wwkenaou) 1d Nantal with and many spenl rowing wacefully strange scenes—these extraordinary combinations of form and color. Hare we have a whole flotilla moored side by side and we look up at the extraordin. ary high sterns, so fantastic in shape, covered with brilliant pictures of huge birds, and gruesome dragons, or groups of mythological scenes. Emerald green, scarlet, white and gold, sienna and varied banners can scarcely excel the lrillianey of the vessel, But the overhanging stern and huge, unwieldy rudder cast deep shadows, which are carned down in the reflec. tions, and the gray granite bridge, the blue sky and the distant hills, har. monize the whole, Now weé may change our position, 80 as Lo watch the igo. 1 say ‘on’ advisedly, for it is all fastened on outside, and only the stem nd stern of a laden vessel are visible, yo great is the bulk of timber fastened © her on either side; of course she ius becomes exceedingly buoyant, for cargo is self supporting, floating on is own seccount, The prow of these vissels is shaped and painted to repre. seit the face of a gigantic and gaudy fish, with huge staring eyes, and the hesvy anchor hung from ils mouth. Vary quaint, too are the huge sails of brown or yellow matting, supported by crots-ribs of bamboo. After a wet night all the sails are mnup to dry at early morning, and when half furled the bamboo ribbing is singularly suggestive of the wing of the fiying-fish from which donbtiess the idea was first taken. When a junk is fully laden, and on the eve of sailing. the crew commend themselves 10 the Bea Dragoon in a frightfully noisy re- ligious service, Offertugs of food are erew holds up boring joss paper to- { ward the sun, whi | an ear-splitting din on gongs sand eyo. During the service the | vessel, but especially t with | and every conceivable | bals, of every device. i arated banners voked, and the timber junks starl « their seaward journey. phases of There are one of the mos’ curious domestic life China, many thousands of them great river, and here at ¥Foo-Choo was an endless source to watch these from our verandas on Lhe river's brink. They particularly prove the old truism that *‘man wants but little here below,” for the “little” which forms the ciean and apparently happy home of three generations is a boat about the of beds set end to end, and covered at | night by a series of telescopic sliding roofs of bamboo matting. Here man and wife, grandparents and little chii- for no family It occu ithe ven in on every of interest i% size two four-post dren, cook, sleep and matter how tiny the ailal worship ; boat, the is never crowded oul. i pies the place of honor, and poorest often contrive to lay aside few cash to buy flowers to place the little image of the goddess of mercy with the } id. n, when and a few specially Tr CATE, . even under “anen'’ i freezes iL ou io 'eiove no Lh covering ‘3 gradually and accordi 5) # $3 x 1g to the advance # Reason the compos, of course ing spaded in, as food for the plant, well €3 Probably the rosebush spring is will ba foun winter-kifled at the top, but that not matier—Lhe wood woul i pruned down, anyway, as are always on the young wood, Another way peg down bush close to the ground, ¢over it “wh he Blossoms 18 0 the over with six or eight inches of leaves, or rough lifter, which isquiteas well—the bed of clear leaves is apt ¥o pack down too tightly. Over it plac BOIDH BYE. green boughs, to hold the aves agai gales of wind. If coveredtoo early ti shoots will be smothered and decay. ig important, (00, not to remove covering too soon in the spring and it gradually. A part may be moved in this neighbofiood about i March 20, usually, bat that will de. pend on the season; the reminder at | say two different times up to the mid- dle or the twentieth of April. It is bet. {ter to be a week too ate than a day to i soon. If the roses are well established and healthy plants this latter method will save them as a rule. It will gen- erally work better, probably, tian the one first deseribal. More roses have been lost, about Hartford, for example, | from over protection—from too beavy | and close covering—than from the op | posite extreme. 1 Gao Ie. An Abyssinian Belle. AA {With a large majority of the mative | females in Turkey, the prevailing tint is yellow. Nine out of ten of them | are pigeon-toed and all the blondes have | freckles. They never wither and dry | up in growing old, as do the natives to i the north and west, but fatten and grow oily, developing ridges where | they onght to be hollows, growing at | the edges and settling in height, until | at early womanhood they have no more shape or figure than a Hubbard squash, If I were to have my choice of the whole involee, I should take an Abys ginian brunette. They are divinely tall and slender and black as the ace of spades. The features are clearly out and regular, the eyes liquid and the lips ted and fail. The hair is black and waving, but somewhat coarse in fiber. They dress in pure white, and the black face and red lips against the white set. ting of the burnous give an effect that is as enchanting as a picture. Wealth is not always fortune, Concession is the best peacemaker. Never play at any game of chanee, A good example is the best sermon. The brave only know how to forgive, a x man is not so soon healed as A ‘have some A flow of words is no preof of wis fom. Censure is the tax a man pays to 1} public for being eminent To suffer fon itself a species having acted of recoinper well, There never was a mask so gay some tears were shed beliind iG Good company tion are the niu very sinews of good LOnvYe virtue $.% 14 Oh is gxceilent to have gtyenigl li: hig swivngii, Oh a gu i 10 4 | ir i $ Pretences go Lake looks for ct Society Or LWoO prizes The excesse upon our old age 4 est about thirty A sermons virtues of There is ne but virtue friendshij Lue, The fruit modesty and proud man js norant man. To Bay the characterist versity borrows impatience curtain } i fi the worth all the rid for teaching ihe nee and uflering Leys ¢ Wig if. mer itorions indeed, a part of vir iver s And, wisdom Are A vain or IIA them BURPETIOTS, Lisa wr } TAKS her man’s; Ig use ¢ the OF “a sorner of the bra that vice can ob- 5 « she knocks able to sav: *Noroom | Tages at je wd it tors “a 8arme r the vie. of § cause of most of assurance of and thoy are g, who have thelr pow. it the it taken of hiltle minds « ¥ appearance, and roaily will: Ir eve is have but hittle admi- things appear new iii bacause few Let a man take time enough for the wt trivial deed, though it be but the of s nals, The buds swell imperceptibly, without hurry or con- fusion, as if the short Spring days were an eternity. Rumor is a pipe, blown by sarmses, i conjectures; and of 80 easy plain a stop that the blunt mon- with uncounted heads—the stil dant wavering muljitade —can inf EE u have ins great talents mprove them; if very moderate ndustry will su ply their Nothing is demied to well. 4 Nothing is ever to oat IL pleasanter this world d be to live in were il Rs easy to to bed at night as i ig to remain in morning and fas easy to in is es ¢ {pg als tw wou i £0 to w there the getting up when you go u No man or woman of wort can really be strong, gentle, pure and good, without the world being bet er for it, without somebod® being jelped and comforted by the very ex- stence of that goodness, When God would educate a mas Je compels him to learn bitter lessons. de sends him to school to the necessi- fies rather than to the graces, that, by knowing all suffering. he may know also the eternal consolation. Weseldom find persons whom we ac- knowledge to be possessed of good sense except those who agree with ne in opinion. When such - ocoasion: ocour, our seifdove always induces a decision in favor of their judgment. Good manners declare Uthat their pos sessor is a person of superior quality, to matter what his garb, or bowever slender his purse, They prove his re. spect for hamself, and they also prove his respect for those whom he addres. , The road to success is pot to be run upon by seven-leagued boots, Step by step, little by dittle, bit by bY, that is the way to wealth that ix the way to wisdom, that is the way to glory. Pounds are the sons, not of pounds, bat & pence. The sea drowns both ship snd sallor, Jike a grain of dust, and we call 1 fate; pat Jet him learn to swim, let him trim his bark, and the water which drowned him will be cloven by it, and will carry it hke its own foam-a plume and a power, £33 termination desire to save one's OWn money oc bron ble, To-day is not yesterday; change. How can our ts, if they are always to be the fi contin al : indead and, - if and so also Ch