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THE COTTAGE DOOR
TT T. IL RARY.II2,
How sweet the rest that labor yields
The humble and the poor,
Where rats the patriarch of the fields
Before his cottage door:
The lark is singing in the sky,
The swallow in the eaves,
And love is beaming in each eye
Beneath the summer leaves !
The air amid the fragrant bowers
supplies unpurchased health,
And hearts are bounding 'mid the flowers
More dear to him than wealth !
Peace, like the blessed sunlight, plays
Around his humble cot.
And happy nights and cheerful days
Divide his Jowly lot.
And when the village Sabbath bell
Rings out upon the gale,
The father bows hia head to tell
The music of its tale—
A fresher verdure seems to fill
The-fair and-dewy sod,
And every infant tongue instill,
To hear the word of God!
0, happy hearts !—to Him a,ho stills
The ravens when they tryt, -
And makes the lily 'neath the hills .
l!lo glorious to the eye—
The trusting patriarch prays, to bless
His labors with increase ;
Such" ways are ways of pleasantness,"
And all such '• paths are peace l"
,Stiettt
THE T E A CIIER'S TRIAL AND REWARD.
BY MARY IRVINt
Oh, it is a thankless task to teach !" exclaimed
Slary, aP she drew off her school bonnet, alter a
rammer day's bard toil.
"What now Mary?" asked her hostese„getitlb
i..oking up wi:h an inquiring smile.
Mary tossed herself into the beckoning arms of
. .e rnitson-cui-hioned rocking-chair, at, t shook
400 . a her curls orer hor flushed cheeks.
Nothing so very new nor strange to - be •sure.
A ieacher's trials are like—like these troublesome
mosquitoes," the said, crushing, as she spoke, one
of the melodious insects upon her hand, impatient,
r;'• they are little to meet and conquer singly, but,
:uming in swarms, and without cessation, they
ng one's nerves to distraction !"
She grew eiryzeril as she recovered breath, and
rent on:
There is a fine drapery of romance thrown
Coca the ;deal of teaching, that will bear little of
e tough handling of reality. It is delightful in per
tpective—thisr enthroning 3 ourself on a pyramid of
rmaig hearts, whose upgushings are to waft you in
le seventh heaven of self-cornplacency. It is de
xious to fancy yourselt the prime mover of an
electrical battery, whose wires shall vibrate simul
reotisly in a hundred small breasts, at youslight
e iouch But delusion is written on all those day '
Imams You seat yourself on that magic platform,
queen, at.d you are disenchanted into a servant
..ierrants. The eyes which you pictured turtling
tipo, as the sunflower to the sun, are wande . ring
an desk and bench in search of paper balls, quill
.e•de, or what note of mischievous contrivance.—
he 'young aflectinns' are bestowed upon jack
tnres and long-tailed kites; and the ' youthful am
:
Munn' works itse:f out through heels and hands,
tread of head. You hammer away upon your
ars longs, with little enough impression upon peb
gy Noels belore ycu ! Don't shake you head so
agerly,
.Aunt Hannah! I know my duty, and I
rill not shrink from it for these obstacles; but some
mes theYdo swell mountain high
Anti Hannah," as Mary called her by the re
leaorahip of affection, not of kindred blood, was a
elang-hearted spinster—yea, a veritable 4 old maid'
"el filly years or more. She was calm and 'Qua
ker -like in her manners and in her dress; but her
Yeelments were furnished in a style ot comfortable
elegance, that made them peculiarly attractive to
Yew; eyes Being a lone woman,' and a woman
of fortune, she usually bound to her hearth some
glad, warm, young heart, and kept her own soul
bathed in its fountain of fresh life. Her house 111401
ahwae tot the homeless; and who is so homeless
us , young teacher in a strange city' So thought
the kind old lady ; at least when she took Mary to
her hew and home as a daughter.
/hey was a sunny-spirited creators, not often
eh/dewed by an eclipse of discouragement; but
'then the cloud came, the shower must follow. So,
she suddenly dropped her face on her at th-e
lam sentence 01 her little oration, and burst into
tears, like a homesick child.
Aunt Hannah quietly laid aside her darning-nee
dle and basket, pushed . her., bpectades op on her
forehead, and eat kicking at the crying girl with a
unile, half-arch, halt sympathizing. '
"Cheer-op, my bird I", she exelaimed, at last,
kuntng forward. " Why, you should tois ofl your
burden at the schoolroom door."
"I know I should not bring it home, to plague
you with it, dear, kind aunt. But do let me cry;
does me good, once in a while!"
"Not a moment !" insisted the old lady, good
Lumoredly, , " or I shall write to Frank to morrow,
tellin g him that you are tired of school-:,re in New
England, and wood prefer a touch of life in the
"Oh nonsense 1" interrupted Mary, looking up,
kishing, and laughing in spite of herself, as she
baths corner of her handkerchief. 4 ' will be
l ore of a woman, there! But the childish feeling
"Leonia overme in some moments. You. don'i
atop anything about the tnalh of
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aunt. Really, you cannot uoderetand this ciao
tinually droppings of vexation;, that wanld wear
out Abe patience of a atone acboolinistresa,-1 be.
lieve !'
"And what if you were Rigtaken, Nary I"
said Aunt Hannah, laying herhand on her shod!.
der.
" Why! Did you aver Leach, Aunt Hanrushi I
am sure there was no need of ii ; you were rich,
and"---
She glanced around her, without finiShing her
sentence.
" And you think teaching a penance, which nonei
but the penniless would go throug,b," said the lady,
laugiving.
She grew grave as she added--
" Shall I give you a leaf of my own life's expe
rience, May , You may distil some balsam tram
"Oh! yes, aunt," answered Mary, with deep
>interest, bending over until_ her Curls rested on
The old lady's brown silk apron. " But first tell
.me how you came to teach? If it was tom the
love of teaching, you can never sympathise with
me!"
.1
Aunt Hannah stroked Mary's soft hatr i and looked
steadily, almost sadly, into her havel eyes for a few
minutes, without speaking.
" I see a dreaM within these eyes, Mary," she
said, at last in a low deep aline—" a dream that ties
in your heart's core ! No, do not drop the lashes;
let me read, and recollect thus the dream that bud•
ded and grew in my heart, once—transplanted to
heaven long ago!"
" 1 did not mean to pain you, aunt," whispered
Mary, pressing her lips to the withered hand that
rested on her aunt's lap. 4, Forgive my inquisitive•
ness."
\" It does not pain me, Mary,'' she answered,
cheerfully ; " for why should the thought of that
which is immortal pain? But I will not sadden
you with what your young loving, and loved heart
would call a sad story to-night. 1 will only say
that at the,age of nineteen I found myself, by
one stroke, cut aloof from IBA jays and hopes,and
driven to file's duties for the support of an exis
tence that was long like a withered rose leaf."
She drew herselt up, took ottthej knitting and
commenced her story with anirfittliod:—.
" I-- became in short, Mary, a district school
ma'am, in a small country village, actually itolll
choice. But it was in none of your romantic little
country school houses that I found myself en
sconsed—no white, green blinded elm-shaded nook
of science—uor even a neat corn field. N'o; a
bare, bland, and weather-blackened establishment,
unshaded by,shruli, tree, or blind, in the exact mi.
angle formed by three dusty roads, was my seat of
empire.
"It was a sommer•school—ladies at that day
taught only in the melting season. Jly scholars
were generally the lesser try,' whose brothers and
sisters were detained at home, meanwhile, to cul
tivate domestic science iii the cbeese•room or hat
field. Small as they were, however, they were
large erruu_•h to embody the imps of mischief that
always lurk about the walls of the school-house.—
But I pass them and thrir pranks lonk since re•
membered only to be smiled- at. The two largest
of my pupils shall be the heroes of my story.--
They were only sizable scions in my nursery of
shooting ideas, and, as such, naturally assumed im
portance.
One was the minister's son—a high-browed
and high-smile,' boy of fifteen—pale and preco
cious, enthusiastic in his love of the beautiful, arid
his love of his books He was a boy 'among a thou
sand. The snows of the Jungfrau,' whose legend
you were last night reading, cannot be purer of con
tamination from the world beneath; than was his
young soul of that world's debasing influences.—
But he was not cold hearted paragon of perfection,
carved in ice—my gentle, loving Eddie ! His blue
eye-1 can see it now, looking up at me from his
brown pine desk, over which he was bending close
ly---alas too closely ! and always poured a brighter
gleam from ice inner fountain of light as it met
mine. His faults—if they could be called' faults—
were all involuntary. it 1 telt constrained, by eon
istency, to rep rove him for the work of some
musing moment, my voice unconsciously took a
softer tone, arid my eye catching the reflection' of
his winning glance, contradicted the reprimand
Such was Eddie Carroll—my prodigy, my pride,
"A very different youngster was Master Walter
Raleigh R—, a year the senior of Eddie, bet
scarcely towering abcve the tall, slender boy.-.
Walter was the only child of the widow cf a tia
vat.officer, who was,passing the summer in the
country air for the reatoiation 7 of her health, and
who wished to have Itearilful but darling boy cut.
(listing the talents which he was disposed to squan
der. He had been reared among city influences,
and ipdulged, as I then thought, to his ruin. I
scarcely wondered at this, for his face was one
stamped by Nature beautiful and noble, and his
turbulent will was quite enough to bear down the
judgment of a grief. bowed invalid like Iris mother,
He bad, as the saying is, r seen a little of the world'
.....oits t too much tor his years—and fancied him
self equal to all exigences, superior to all authority.
Yet, when his cloak of obstinacy was thrown off, he
could be as generous and gallant as his namesake
of old.
"0! course, Sir Walter' was not going . to sur
render, unconai:ionally, his citadel of pride , anl
perverseness to a country schoolmistress—one, too,
urge whom he could literally look down) fle
was a most provoking thistle in my careltilly-tehrl
ed garden, springing up everywhere to annoy and
bailie me, .Was a caricature chalked pn the block
board-1 knew the band ni a glance. Was an un
fortunate puppy tethered to' my dePk, or a sign of
Blackeinithing' posted over the school•rdorn door
--each bore witness to my own mind (tithe p,erpe
trator, although be managed adroitly to elude proof.
if a laugh went around the school•rooni, 1 could
never turn My eyes so quickly to the 'corner raid'
it canny:wed, nat to find
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ing svi!h,,rnest imperturbable gravity over his slate
or boa;nbiitieiliii;ohirciiiicierit* And When 'call.
ed op' for these of other nffeaces, he t would swagger
impertinently, lhough r not ungracefully, te my desk,
and look me in the lace with as air that said, ss
plainly as words, lam a lord of creation—who
are you P Reasoning and reproof fell on him like
hail-stones on an Alpine glacier; they slid off,
leaving the !lame unhumbled smile upon his half
curved lips. With &cool nod he would toss back
his dark curls' e give a•wink to the, Khoo!, and stalk
to his seat. •
, e became a sort of omnipresent nuisance to
my peace. I WAS ashametlito complain of him,
and thus confess that I hail failed in management;
but he haunted My dreams at night, and my
thoughts by day. I used, at last, fairly to tremble
at his entrance,.and almost fear to lilt my , eyes to
him.
At length he ventured upon a nick of more con
sequence.
"One morning after the thoi July, when I walk
ed into the school-room, I found the children clus
tered about a heap of fragments of fire-works, on
the hearth. They had evidently been tossed down
the low chimney, and had flown hither and thither,
at no little tick, blackening the walls and desks in
many places.
" Who did this!" I exclaimed, in dismay, tho'
with little hope of any answer.
" It was Walter R—, ma'am," exclaimed two
of the little boys together; "I saw him climb the
root, and fire down the squibs and crackers," add
ed one, " and he said, too, Who cares for that little
11Iiss 1V Ohs !'
" sly womanly dignity and indignation were
fully aroused. At the instant Walter entered, whist•
ling' Yankee Doodle' as he moved to his seat, I
called the school to order•and silence.
"The boy that caused tins disorder please
remove the fragments," said I.
Not a muscle stirred.
I turned deliberately to the offender, and; hieing
his daring look, said
-44 Walter, you sit ounvicted cif this act, by the
testimony of your schoohmates. Have you any ex•
mum to give ?"
There was a moment's pause, in . which Walter
studied the expression of my fixed eye; then clear
and calm as a bell, his voice rang ont--
" No ma'am !"
'• Then your sense of honor will tell you what
is expected of you, Walter ! No ohe else is to re
move this rubbish," I added, turning to the other
.scholars.
His lips pressed each other more firmly; but he
turned with apparent indifference, to his books,
with something now and then, between a smile
and a sneer. f 100 k note of all, but took no notice,
by word of him or of his lessons. Dutingthe noon
intermission I thought he might relent. But no;
the hour of two brought us both to our places in
the yet untidy shoot room. I grew desperate. 1
felt that a crisis had come in my reign, and it must
be met •
" Weller R— will please stop a moment after
Reboot," said I, as I disbanded my little army for
the night.
He kept his seat, while the othere Walked away.
Eddie wee the last to lease, and, as ho passed
through the doorway, he scn back tome a look of
mingled anxiety and sympathy, that soothed and
strengther.ed my heart. My culprit came up, boltl•
ly, to my side and confronted me with his wtllyl
black - eyes.
" Walter,'' I began, quietly, t , this is worthy of
a hero: A mighty chevalier a boy of sixteen must
be, who undertakes to dispute the authority of a
young lady, shorter than himself, and mistress of
some thirty little country children
.littkassurance was rather taken aback by this
unexpec,ed torte, and the first shade of a blush
marked a niumentory confusion.
" I vrould be your friend, if I could, Walter. You
see, very well, that in this room I must and shed
be obeyed. If you choose to absent yourself from
this room, very well. I have nothing to do with
boys too old to be gentlemen 1"
I saw his lips arch slightly, and added—
"IT you really wish my assistance in, ymr
studies, Walter, should you not make we some re
turn.7.'
No answer. His hand played w ith the leaves of
my Atlas."
• " Do.you not owe me the assistance of your ex
ample, in maintaining law and order among the
younger ones? Wouki you think little of the obe
dience and tho tweet of your oldest scholar ? I
leave this-to your conscience and to your honor
We parted -without another word.
"I was not surprised, although I was greatly re.
lieved, on entering rry premises the next morning,
to find the swept and garnished!' The scholars
had assembled. I rang the bell immediately, to
prevent all needless observations. %Vatter was soon
in his seal, with a bright spot under each eye, and
Ips that seemed struggling to regain their usual
expression of pride. I saw and pitied the conflict,
especially when I took a sealed paper from my
desk and read—
"I beg pardon, Miss Willis, for my offence
against law and order. You shall hod me a sup
porter of both."
1 . At the first moment of recess, the boys sprang
tumultuously out. I stepped near the door to
listen.
"lia, ha! so. you had to clear up, after all,
air!" cried the boy who had been my first infor.
ram
, 4 What's that to you, picaninny Pete retorter)
the sharp tone of Wisher ; " babies may mind their
own business."
' 4, And big boy b etter mind their own brag
Drawled the other, ith a hectoring chuckle.
"Harsh words followed last, acd blows were A.
ready on {he way. I called suddenly from theatone
steph.. ' '
'“ Walter! will you bring me s sprig °Atm wild
hinieystickle in 'he fit It o onder f I want it tor my
bcWariurn:u ,
"Nothing restoretsell-respect-and good humor
to a culprit so eflectually as•the commission of an
'errand,-be it ever sashight. Walter came back with
a countenance almost cleared, bringing a -quintity
.ol the fragrant flowers. I opened my Botany, and
willed him to stay, while I found the description
oldie plant, and explained the hard, dry terms that
defined it. Then, as I laid it between papers to
press; his wondering eyes followed every motion.
" I don't think I should like a herbarium," he
said, bluntly, at last looking down rft a fresh flower
which lie was yet twirling in his fingers.
• " Why not ?" said I. "The flower moo ire hold
will lade—the flowers which you lett on the stalk,
will lade. This one, though it is crushed for a lit
tie while, will not fade, but will keep its forma and
remnant of its beauty."
" Well, I think I should like to study flowers, at
any rate," he said, with interest.
"-If will teach you as far as I can, with a great
deal of pleasure," I said as I arose to ring the bell.
When I passed him, in returning to my seat, I
whispered', " Is it hard to keep good resolutions,
Walter!" He started and blushed deeply, for the
first time, but took his seat in silence.
" From that day I found little rotroublemy peace
in Walter. He redeemed his pledge most honora
bly ; and still he kept aloof trom me, as though
ashamed of his former conduct, and yet afraid to
show that shame. He did not glow to my heart as
did Eddie. But I mourned the day of his return to
the distant city of snares and temptatinns, and sigh
ed, as I said to myself. " Would that noble boy
might be saved !
"Three years later found me in the sunny Sou*
I was passing the winter in the uplands ol Georgia.
when I received a letter from Mr. Carroll, tddle's
father. Ile informed me that his poor boy had left
college, apparetity "far gone in a consumption,"
and that he had been ordered South, as a forlorn
hope.
" My heart bleeds that I cannot g, with him,'•
the letter ran, "and pillow his head oa a father's
breast, in the struggle which I fear is too near. But
you know why that cannot be. littea great conso
lation to feel that he will be in the neighborhood cf
one kind friend. I know how yoti have tefriended
My precious boy, and I am sure you will not with.
draw your kind offices now, when they will be his
only solace in a strange land."
" A few weeks later I met the invalid himself.—
He eat propped up by sofa cushions; with the lurid
hectic on his cheeks, and that:unnatural light in his
eyes which seems to pierce the shadow of death.
Was it my Eddie, indeed? that tail ematiciateJ,
spiritualized beingel. His voice was all that remind
ed me of the school-boy, as he started up with le
verish animation, and h exclaiming," Miss Willis!"
sank back an his couch of cushions. I did not then
ask him any questions; for evidently the sight of
my face had awakened thoughts which. distressed
him. These he afterwards cohfided to me, in one
of the many evenings that I spent in soothing his
sulleringa and restlessness.
" Oh, Miss !" he exclaimed seizing my
hand, acid pressing it against his burning forehead
—"to die so young!"
" Words of comfort would have done no good,
and I only pressed his thin hand, in token of sym-
pathy.
" Do you remember." and he smiled sadly ashe
looked up, " what an ambitious boy I was, when
I used to sit upon that bench just before your desk,
in that old school-house at home I You did not
know half the dreams that dazzled me, - half the
plans 1 formed, and have since formed for life—and
now my life is ended !"
tt Did not your plan reach beyond hfe, Edward V
winipereil. A spasm shook his alight frame, us
he again covered his face and was silent.
" Ambition had:been the idol to which:poor Eddie
had given himself a living sacrifice. h was hard
to say " Thy will be done !"
• " But he did say it, as he lay in child-like help
lessness, not many days after, waiting patiently for
the Anger of Death to unlock the gate of a new lite
that has no sickness, no disappointment, no end !
" I pla tied a laurel on Eddie's grave, and a sen
•itive plant beside it—mute emblems of the spiri,
that had struggled in the frail form below. " Why
was he taken 1 1 asked with tears, as I turned from
it the last time ; " had the wicked world no need
of his pure spirit ? How many hundreds it might of
spared before him!" Thus we complain, short
sighted gropers along the shore of eiernily!"
Aunt Hannah paused for the first time, and sat
poising her needles upon her idle fingers, as though
buried in reverie, Mary drew a deep breath and
asked, softlt , at last—
" And what of your self-willed boy, aunt, your
Walter? Did he never cross your track again
" My Walter !" exclaimed the old lady, bright
ening up. " You shall heat ! I was thinking how
many years had passed since my first journey to
the Westeru country. It seems more than twenty;
and yet tt can hardly be," she said as if reckoning,
with her eyes fixed ,on Mary.
"Well, twenty years ago I was floating down
the Ohio, on a fine steamboat ; that is, fide for
those day.. I was alone, and rather adventurous.
But I had 'an unconquerable curiosity to see the
grand old woods of " the West" in theirglory. They
were'all around me then. I suppose I should to
forced to sail many a long m ile i beyond the Ohio,
now a-days, to find the West, I was standing by
the railing of the griards,.enjoying the waving pane
ram; when a little'boy about four years old, came
running by me. His soft hair_ streamed back on
the wind, and his from his nurse in the cabin.
Fnuity I" called a shrill voice, and a woolly
head" was timid through the cabin doorway,—
wCome here, Franky, rogue."
" No, no! don't want to: 'exclaimed rr Franky,
rogue," in high glee; backing towards the tailing
of the boat, se she pursued him. All at once be
knocked a - pail 'of thit guard, elms& by 'Ole gaiigway,
that had been carelessly' Tastened. It.gaveway,
and; dam Ming back h'e' Was just 'falling over the
boat's side , :rhea I ,calkht h velvet frock by. oho
Mil
okut, and behl_him hangit
Nurseand child each gal
to bring crew and passenge
Among them was a yoring 1
ing gown, with her long
streaming, to her waist. S
startled punbesuu than anyt
ed through the crowd with
cauglied her boy in
breathed, folding him to hs.
told her the story, and, turn
my hand, and looking up te
father will bless you for t 1
met him with one chili wal
1
to recover c on sciousness o f
ed back into her mate-roo
' About an hour afierwa
countenances that moved
Master Frar.ky's bead peer
lain, and soon he made 14
fastened by one finger to h
gained her composure.
dress, with a face above ttii
beauty, she seemed a patio
ful dignity. The nurse foll
baby with peachy cheeks, j
pled hands.
" I lured the little boy to!
mother's permission to takd
seemed restless from contir
"Certainly I can trust hii
take the trouble of watchin i
" Franky is a sad rogue!"
her face as she said this, ail
head that accompanied it
"So you are a minister's
of the little fellow, of er
about his father, whom he
in a few hours.
" No," said he shaking
" What then, a doctor'
" ' No, no!" he shouted,
lessor's boy, that's what I d
rope tree. I don't want tol
" I found my task of gut
Tor the little fellow insisted
the Whole boat, and gettin
and one clro:1 questions.
The supper bell rang, an
er escorted to the head of
tlemanly captain, who, w
seemed assiduous in tti
was called to her side, an
" I next caught sight c
cased ilea blue cap with I
my side, where I was star{
ed " Here she is, mammal
"His mother came feral
ready for !ending at the
nearing. A bright glow
laid ber tiny gloved hand
" My husband ritu,t beJ
will permit to introduce yt
board. What name
I gave her my name.
" I shall always remerr
energy. " Franky, dear,
side of the boat. You hal ,
all day. There ! papa
me and look out for papal
" Our boat struck the
and confusion of landing
Suddenly a tall gentlemal
the army of Irishmen ott
deck with one bound
" Franky clapped his h flds and screamed with
delight ; the baby crowed an echo of his glee,
though he knew not why. The young wile was al
ready in the arms of her husband.
"L zzie! ' he exclaims I, but she did not speak a
word. She had forgottO me, I saw, and heeling
myeell quite an inn utter, l was turning away, when
she caught my sleeve.
" Oh ! Miss Willis eta • ! Walter you must thank
this lady, lor I cannot ! he has saved our boy Irom
rowning !"
" Miqs Willis! exclai ed the gentlemen, quiek
ly, seizing my hand, and scrutinizing my lace , with
a pair of keen dark eyes-.-the same, the very same !
My dear lady what chance seta you in this quarter
of the globe! Why, dO you not recognise your
plague of schooldays, yo pr thorn in the spirit, your
culprit V
1, Can it be Walter ' I staring at
him in a kind of incredulous surprise,
"Nobody but hint self, dear Miss Willis, and es
great a rogue as ever, as Lizzie there can testify.—
Nit this is no place for perley ! Come ! you are not
going on to.night f Yoir shall not ! Here, fellow.
take oil these trunk• r he called to a porter. '• I
shall settle the question of your desimation to-night,
leave or no leave, bliss Willis," he exclaimed
archly, as he turned to search for my trunk. " You
see Walter R----has nod forgotten his disregard of
all powers that he !' •
" I never passed an ed,ening of more unalloyed
pleasure than the first evening in the home of toy
former scholar, now Professor UIII
veil:II, and his girlish wile %Vatter had redeem
ed the rich promise of genius that his 'youth had
given, in the face of temptations that had beset his
path in no common degree. I saw at a glance the
lawless vehemence of his boyhood had been tam
ed into the broad eunent of l upeful energy, and wa s
working mightily for hilnoelt and for the world.
I asked him. one ritty.-tor I was detained a
cr close prisoner" by hi hearth not a few days—
when it was Alai he hadlchangedArom the idle - , to
the aver-busy-from the warrant to the euthusias
tic being that he was.
pansed . a moment, and men with a look
into which bia sourpooted a woilti of meaning,
sanl---
g!.;11 wet, Mies Willis when . 1
!aid a paper upon
year desk, pledged my apportion. and indef.-•
that bleu yon,•my tette art my Mend, Moral).
a d guY haulkwarmin'tppeil iir and went beefily
out.
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over die ilauk blue wa-
re a scream loud enough
,411 to our assistance
Woman in a while theaP•
a
hair hall braided, half
, a looked, mare like a
tug else, as she bouod
mother's energy, and
tiller armi. "Oh!" she
i heart. The nurse soon
i ng to me, she caught
awfully, she said, " His
's! Oh! could I have
tinting V' Then seeming
her di,habille, she gild.
, carrying tier iteasute
iltis, as I sat studying the
p and down rho cabin,
ped from behind a cur
appearance in l fuld, and
s mother, whO hi il re•
ow, in a neat travelling
ia order of a 'common
to embodiment of grace
mowed with a year old
dark' blue eyes and dim-
my Fide, and aFked Ilia
him upon deck , a 8
he
emem.
with you, it you will
him," she replied.—
he smile that dimpled
nulled the shake Lit the
. boy, are you?" I a.ked
otne remark from trim
expected lo meet at L
its curls archly
b 3)
gleefully, " I'm a pro
m ! I Want to Climb that
sit still."
rdian no very easy onti
on being escorted over
answers to a thousand
41 1 saw the young moth
,
a long table by the gen
ith knot of gentlemen,
Lentions to her. Freaky
.d 1 lost him for a time
clinground, catty pate,
1.1 tel as ran to
ding ou deck, and shout.
I've catched her !'
lard, in bonnet and shawl,
hatt:ot the city we were
tOke over her lace as, Ole
n my arm, and said—
: you, madame, it you
u. He will soon be oil
I give him r
' F. he gait!, With
ber it,
n't go qui . e mbar the
,re made me tremuleome
coming soon. S:an,ll3)
l l ' hair soon, and :the ibuzgle
and unlanding began
pushed his way through
aie pier, and sprang upon
MINEM
I will not weary you with a much l un ge s erugy
my patient Mary. It is enough to say that the hap
piest days—yes, morchs, of my Wet lifechave been
passed in ificlitirily ill Professor since t h e ,,
removed to a • cOrresprardirrg pore of u-efulness at
the East, or in the rociely of his ih.cious chil.ften,
who came, like angels, to ;gladden my hearth and
heart."
Mary looked up with nu ingniry on her gurprise.
partod lips. Aunt Minnati laid her finger on them
with a smile of much 'meaning and much love,
while with the other hand pht gently drew a lock •
et from HS neAlog place over the blushiog gill's
heart."
In bhort, let me 6ni4l my t•iory in pope; ogle,
Mary. In short, you have met them here, have
loved them here—and" she amuck a spring of the
locket, and held op a bright manly face before Ma•
ry's Sparkling Elea.
" And my Mary, to-day, is the chosen bride of
ihe rogish Flanky, whose steps I have watched on
more than the one day's brief voyage of his childir , h
memory. God guide him through Earths wilde
itess to heaven—child of my adoption—son of my
heart! Mary, the teacher's trial was light ; has not
her reward been great?"
Mary dropped her tear sprinkled cheek on her
hientl's shoulder, put her arm around her, and witis•
pered—" Dear aunt, mother of my heart ! your les
son shall not be lost!"
lit due season ye shall reap, if ye faint not !"
said the old lady, as she raid her hand on theiore•
head of the young teacher, where the last lay of
summer sunlight had just gone out in glory.
A Beauviret. Ptcroat: —The ntan who stands
upon his own soil, who feels that by the lawsot the
laud in which he lives—by the fault of civilized
natinns—he is the rightlul and exclusive owner ut
land he tills, is by the constitution of our nature
under a wholesome influence t.ut ea ity imbibed
by any other source. lie feels—other things being
Niue—more strongly than another, the *racier
of a man as the lord of an inanimate would. Of
01 . 1,4 great and wonderful, sphere which, fashioned
by the hand of God and upheld by his power, is
rolling through the heaven; a part is hisl--his from
the centre of the sky. It is the space on which the
generation before moved in Its round of duties / at d
its !eels himself connected by a link vi ith those
who hollow him, and to whom he is to tinnamit a
home. Perhaps his farm has conic down to' him
hum his father.
7 hey have gone to their last home! but he can
trace their footsteps over the scenes of his daily
labors. The roof which thebers t.im was reared by
those to-whom he owes his being. Some interest
ing domestic tradition is connected with every en
closure. The favorite burl nee aas f. anted by his
Libel's baud. lie sported in be) hood beside the
brook Much still winds through the meadow...-
fhrough the fields lies the path to the village st-notal
of earlier days. He still hears from the window
the voice of the Sabba h bell which called his fa.
flier to the house of Goa; and near at hand ls.tlio
spot a here Iris parents lai I down to rest, and a4tere,
when his time has come, he shall be laid by his
children. These are the feelings of ,he owner of
the soil Words cannot paint them ; they (low 'out
of the deepest fountains of the heart, they are the
life aping of a fresh healthy and gerterous Ira 'tonal
character.—Edtrard Eve., ell
In- The name " lady'' is an abbreviation of
the Saxon " leulday," which signifies "bread gi r.
er." The Mistress,.ol a manor, at a time when
affluent families resided constantly at their country
man:dons, was accustomed, once a week or oftener,
to distribute among the poor a certain quantity of
bread. She bestowed the gilt her own hand,
and made the heatts of the needy glad by the colt
words and gentle actions which accompanied her
benevolence. The widow and the orphan "loco
up and called her blessed the destitute and int)
afflicted recounted her praises; all clause', of the
poor embalmed tier in their affections as the" leot
daY," the giver of bread and ilivertser of comlurt
a sort of minist_ring spirit in A world of sorrow.
Who is a lady now !
" tit HAS NOT AN ENEMY IN THE WORL.D."7
Hasn't he! Well, tae are sorry tor him! Fot be
has a mighty little character who has no enemies.
He is no body who has not got pluck etiough.to get
an enemy. Give us rather, ns our ideal of virtue
and manliness, one who has many enemies—one
who has candor, and fearless lose of the thing he
sees to be right. The man of earnest purposes,
viten will, and love of principle for its own take,
must have enemies. But this, so far from being
ill, is to him a good The strong tree is mote
deeply rooted and Iw:tenet! inithe Soil by the blast
than the summer breeze. A man never knows
how much there is of him until he has . confrontej
and braved bi.ter opposition
The followity4, horn the ‘Varsaw Mirror, if
decidedly the beet thin in the wood line we hare
seen this winter: •
" SlNUCLARTaktnnnoN.—One day of last week,
a man, who lives not a great witylmm this village,
drew us two hinds of wool', calling each load three•
quarters of a cord. tir,piling it, we found that
each load measured three..qoarters of ,cord plump.
The case is ao singular, that we think it worthy of
pubic notice. • We would give the man's name,
but fear all the village will be alter him for wood.
RA'rLK'e Sonetu3tn.-4 lady at Columbus, in
Ohio ' recently inquiied of the .spirii rappers how
many children she had?
" Four," rapped the spirit.
" The husband, started at the reply, stepped up
and enquired : .
" many .children hare f?'r
t; Ttcv i" ansiereil the rapping medium.
"The bul.band and wife looked at each ether,
with an odd !mile in their feces, ht a mument s anil
Mon . remained non believers. Time lua beep- a
niisl.:.ke made 101PCUhcre.''
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