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You smile no more, dear sister, The day goes darkly by, For the i yes that made your sunlight Xi ath the myrtle blossoms lie ; The spring buds break and the roses bloom, And you hear the lark l'rom your lonely room, And YOU loved them all, my sister, Bat vou cannot smile with a soul of gloom. You sing no more, dear sister, The rose-red lips that made Suit prattle-music near you, With your other loves is laid ; Where the oak trees sigh and the violets hide, Arc three little graves ranged side by side, And you loved them so, my sister, That you cannot sing since your treasures died. 0 weep no more, my sister, But sing me the sweet refrain That your Granville and Frank and Walter, May never hear again ; When the tempests rage and the whirlwinds moan, Think not that they are under the cold, gray stone, Three cherubs have passed on, my sister, To welcome you up to God's throne! Sfclrcted ItoU. THE MINISTER'S SANDY AND JESS. I. —WHAT SANDY WAS TO BE. Sandy, Mr. Stewart the minister of Clo v nbird's only son, was to be a minister | ke iiis father and grandfather, who had , • itli wagged their heads in the pulpits be-. liv liirn. Second-sight had seen him in m j Geneva gown and pair of bands from the liiijc lie wore long-clothes and bibs. With the great end in view, many a day Sandy came in fear and trembling from Making hour-tree mills on the Hare Water, a:; 1 playing shinty with his sister Jess and tin- neighboring farmers' sons on the coun ty mads, to construe his Cfesar or his Sal .;-t in the minister's little brown bed-; r "M. Fifty years ago, Mr. Stewart was a Tory 1 uu autocrat in rusty black, walking j "ver his parish, not unlike Dr. Johnson, in •V utV-brown, taking a turn down Fleet j Street. Mrs. Stewart had been an orphan, with a very slender patrimony, —a parlor ar.l rof the Miss Allardyces, the old la dies who from time immemorial had kept I boarding-school in the neighboring town of Woodend. Mr. Stewart had met his fate at a Woodend subscription ball, when it was customary for ministers to tiry to balls their white neckcloths and -.very shoe-buckles as a testimony in fa v andy was not a scapegrace and a num ill. He was a bonnie laddie, very like s mother both in her sweet, fair, sunshi — face, and her sanguine, sensitive, im aginative temperament. He was a shade 1 nghtless as regarded a divinity student prospective, with a greater bent for 'wing on the margins of his books and pies, and every scrap of paper that he !|| l come by, wonderfully faithful trau - ripts of " the hills, and woods, and "'• earns around" Cloveuford, and clever ' -meal likenesses of the master, his e-iool-fellows, and his acquaintances, than r severe reading. , lj ut his father was persuaded that se ntences aud application would come to 'inly with riper years ; and except in one -stance, when he punished the lad with '"sterity for depicting the manse cat with pair of bands round its neck, holding ' 1 from a water-stoup to the cocks and "' H and the rats peeping from the stacks . utlie glebe yard, calling the sketch a pro (Jand scurrilous jest, he did not trouble much about Sandy's shortcomings, s, ' v w:ts *' ,e a Pph- of the Minister's eye, r ' tly j while openly, the father address ,4 ' 8011 by the comprehensively dispar- Vng corruption "ruin," a term which, in E. O. GOODRICH, Iublisher. VOLUME XXVI. Scotland, with the alteration of one letter, converts the honorable appellation " man " into an ostentatiously condescending and slightly contemptuous soubriquet. "O, miu, is that all you're good for ?" " There was more lost at Flodden, miu." And it was true Sandy would have worked a more wonderful sampler, and proved a meeker and more gracious woman than Jess, for whom, with a spice of chivalry, all Mr. Stewart's outward favor was reserved. As for Jess Stewart, she would have re sponded splendidly to her father's wishes but for the trifling accident of having been born a girl, coupled with the Apostle Paul's prohibition to a woman. She would have made a fine minister, frank, straight-for ward, imperative, with a passionate tongue when she was roused ; having a real rel ish for the solid study of history and ge ography, in opposition to the practice of the spinnet and the execution of satin pieces in the Miss Allardyces' course of in struction But there was nothing unwomanly or re pulsive in Jess ; on the contrary, as she outgrew the boisterousness of her child hood, —when she distressed her mother by playing more uniformly at boys' games (Sandy in his tender years took up with an old-fashioned, hard-featured doll, Jess's re jected property), and destroying three times as many clothes as Sandy, there was the prospect of her growing up a woman of noble proportions. There was a charm in Jess's fresh, candid, intelligent face —her short, thick black curls in a crop about her brow and neck ; her tall, broad-shouldered, firm, erect figure—at least equal to that of Sandy's bright blue eyes, sauguire com plexion, and slight, but active, long ele gant limbs. Jess was the young queen of the parish, and the position lent her an ease, a power, an air of born authority and command which became the girl, and which did not leave her when she passed from the yeo men's houses to those of the gentry, where she could claim no precedence of birth and breeding, and where, on the other hand, her best cloth mantle and white muslin frock were homely and out of date. Y'oung Adam Spottiswoode, of Birkholm, his own master, who opened the balls at Woodend, would rather dance a reel with the minis ter's than a minuet with the member's daughter. Jess could dance minuets, too ; a little French dancing-master, a poor emi gre, had imported the true Minuets de la Cour at the service of the public of Wood end, but Jess's reels were something inspir- ing. Again, Jess, with the few old and ailing men and women, who were '' on the box " (that is, parish paupers), with bairns, with her mother's endless train of calves, chick ens, dogs, cats, pigeons, laverocks, linties, was also " beyond compare." Jess, carry ing a stray lamb in her arms, or a broken winged bird in her bosom, showed unmis takably whether she was womanly—that is, motherly—or no. Clovenford kirk and manse, with moss, lichen, and weather-stain, doing some thing to redeem the born and bothy order of architecture, lay in a nest of wooded and bare hills. The parish did not have the grander and more peculiar features of Scottisn landscape,—neither the height nor the breadth of savage mountains and moors, where the eagle rears her bloody beaked young, and "the whaup cries drea ry." Hut it had the Fir Tap and the Held Law, the Hare Water and the Den of blackthorn and whitethorn, crabs and geans, ending in the feathery birks and stiff, dark green boxes and hollies round the old white house of Hirkholm. The fields were all heights and hollows, sunshine and shade, like dimpled faces. There were hedges tedded with dogroses and honeysuckles ; water-courses yellow witth kingcups; leal dykes nodding with harebells, and twitter ing with the swallows nestling beneath their eaves. At Clovenford manse the ser vant lasses still span and sang hallants every afternoon, on the bink by the kitch en-fire in winter, and at the back-door in summer. Audio Cornfoot, the minister's man, lived with his deaf wife and his cat echeesed laddie, the minister's herd, in the thatched cottage at the manse office, came to the house every evening and was pres ent with the family at "the worship," when the minister commended in house, people, kirk, county, and the world to the care of the Great Creator. Andro came again at sunrise to waken the las es, and to speak in at the minister's window and tell him what the weather was like, never thinking to avert his light gray-green fishy eyes from the night-cap, broad-boarded, and with a large bow right over the forehead, which bore the picturesque Kimarnock cowl lov ing company on the pillow. The cloud, the size of a man's hand, in the Clovenford sky began with the expense of Sandy's college term ; notwithstanding they were met without flinching, bravely borne, and every member of the family took a part in defraying them. The minister trudged many a long and weary mile to do duty at neighboring kirks and canonical meetings, in place of hiring a gig from the Crown in Wooden. Mrs. Stewart gave up much of her visiting, for the reason that she was delicate and un able to accompany the minister in his long walks. Jess could walk with the best,and thought nothing of crossing the parish, six miles from one end to the other, and danc ing half the night afterwards ; but Jess was called on to resign all the little advan tages and enjoyments such as even the far mers' daughters could enjoy. These were her going to Edinburg and lodging with her Aunt Peggy, the writer to the signet's widow, in the High Street, and there learn ing to bake pastry and cut out patterns for her gowns ; and her attending the dancing and singing classes for grown-up ladies and gentlemen, opened every winter in Woodeud. The very table at the manse was rendered plainer and more frugal on Sandy's account. The box which travelled every fortnight with the carrier to Edin burg seemed to carry away all the dainties. Mrs. Stewart relinquished her little cup of tea in the morning, protesting she found it bad for her nerves, and made a fashion of supping porridge along with the minister and Jess. The minister denied himself his bit of Stilton cheese and glass of Edinburg ale after dinner, pretending they made him sleepy. Jess had to be more sparing in preserving the fruit, though it was hang ing in abundance in the garden, and the whole cost was the sugar ; and to substi tute for the old home-brewed wines, the currant, ginger, elder-flower, and elder berry—welcome cordials to the sick of nar row meanß, who knew no better—the still humbler beverage of treacle beer. At first all these sacrifices, regarded as temporary in their nature, were made light bf. But as sessions came and went, and Sandy brought home no honors, got no bur sary to ease the burden, no private teach ing, except once a summer tutorship, they pressed more heavily. The fact was, that young Sandy Stew art, in the most critical years of his life, in place of settling down to hard head-work, was flightier and more prone to trifling— as it was regarded at Clovenford—than ever. He showed himself addicted to com pany ; not bad company,—a true son of the manse could not at once have degraded himself so far without great moral corrup tion, — but to free mixed company,—the company at harvest-homes, fairs, and the clubs, in which Woodend aped more fa mous places. Gentlemen of higher degree than the minister's Sandy, —the young Laird of Birkholm, for instance, —and even ladies, the eccentric old dowagers and spin sters of the period, frequented these scenes blamlcssly ; but no one of them was to be a minister, a P. esbyterian divine, whom a single breath of scandal was sufficient to blast The word was not widely applied then ; but Sandy was tainted with Bohemanism. And the lad was still fonder of making fac similes of the rural and genial life, inani mate and animated, he loved, —the very materials a waste of money, and the prac tice, which might have been amusing enough to his family in other circumstan ces, miserable child's play in a lacking di vinity student. Lines of care began to be drawn on Mr. Stewart's full massive face. He left off, with scornful magnanimity, inquiring into his son's progress in his classes, when the result was invariably disappointment; but he suffered his tongue to scoff bitterly at the degeneracy of the times, and the effe minate puppyism of "birkies," who put their pride in tying up their heir with rib bands, and sporting tights and silk stock ings. The ribbons at least were cheap, and the stockings were the fond transfer of the last pair of six-andthirty snillings' worth, —a present to Mrs. Stewart, in handsome dis count from the gallant old bachelor, the true kirk man, in his snuff-brown wig and purple rig and fur stockings, whom she called genteelly ber "merchant" in Wood en. Mrs. Stewart would ten times rather see the stockings on Sandy's legs than her own, that for once she might have the pleasure of looking on her bonnie laddie in the guise of a fine gentleman, as gentle men at the Queen's levees and state foot men still figure. It was neither just nor generous in Mr. Stewart to taunt Sandy with bis mother's silk stockings, and to add the gratuitous reflection that puppies neither cared where their indulgences came from nor to what they led ; but the minis ter's big heart was sore. On the other side, Sandy had a hasty as well as an affectionate temper, and was in constant danger of rebutting unfair asper sions, and speaking back to his father words ill-considered and unjustifiable in the cir cumstances. Mrs. Stewart, moving gently about in her little apple-green shawl, filled in with what manufacturers and women call "pines," and the cap of her own netting as fine as gossamer, a light cloud about a face still fair and delicate—too fair and delicate for her years—was kept with both body and mind on the rack, acting as a piteous mediator between the two sovreigns. Yet Mr. Stewart had not swerved for a moment from his purpose, and never sup posed that Sandy had committed any grave offence to forfeit what was in a sort of in heritance. Mr. Stewart knew full well that many a distinguished divine and good man had begun life by sowing a crop of wild oats. Could the minister have been aware of it, his heart might have been com forted by the seeming coincidence that gray old St. Segulus was ringing at that moment with the characteristic exploits of " Mad Tarn L'liaumers," as Scotland wa9 yet to ring with the virtues and renown of her great orator and philanthropist. And the minister would spare his bread as well as his cheese ; he would take off his coat, and break stones by a dike side for day's wages, if the laws of the kirk and his par ishioners would suffer it, sooner than Sandy should miss his natural call to do his fam ily, his parish, it might be his country and the world, credit. It was Jess who came to a different con clusion. It was Jess who declared plainly in her secret chamber: " I don't believe our Sandy will ever be a minister. Better he should not if he do not put more heart into his work, or he will cover himself and us with disgrace, and bring down his fath er's and mother's gray hairs with sorrow to the grave. It is not long since Mr. Home was put out of the kirk for writing a play ; and Sandy has songs, though he has no sermons, flying loose about his room when I go in to make up his bed ; it is well it is not one of the lasses who sees them. He brags of going every night to the theatre when Mrs. Siddons is in Embro' (I wonder where the price of his tickets comes from); and I am sure, if the Assem bly put out one man for writing a play, they could not in honesty keep in another whose pencil is never out of his hand. I catched him drawing the bethel and Miss Mysie Wedderburn below the book-board at the very summing up of the "heads" last Sabbath ; and his excuse was, he must have their heads out of his head to be at peace to listen. He cares a deal more for the glint of a sunny shower, or the gloom of a thunder-storm, or the crook of a scrag of a tree, or the red of a gypsy's torn cloak l than ever I could see he cared for the bearing of a doctrine. What about the minister of Duddingstone ? I would like anybody to tell me wuether he was not li censed, presented, called, and placed, be fore he was known, to be gentle and simple, as a drawing-master ? If Saudy would but mind his own business. I have no faith in a man, however quick, who does not mind his own business. There is Birkholm, as good a judge of a straight rig, or a round stack, or a head of nowt, as ever a farmer in the country ; yet he kept his term at an English university, and he is a member of the Hunt, and well his red coat sets him." I was Jess who grew to grudge, almost fiercely, every shilling spent on Sandy. REGARDI.ES3 OF DENUNCIATION FROM ANY QUARTER. TOWANDA, BRADFORD COUNTY, PA., MAY 17, 1866. Yet deal gently with Jess's memory, for she was no miser, and she was the chief sufferer. She had her father's sense of jus tice outraged without any of the blindness which accompanies a besetting desire; and Jess was sensible that Sandy's idleness and extravagance were fatally depressing the balance in which hung the fortunes of her life. Adam Spottiswoode of Birkholm liked Jess, and there wan no constraint on his will beyond the influence of his three sis ters, whom he could shake off or bring round to submission at his pleasure. Jess Stewart would be poor, but not an unsuit able mate for the Laird of Birkholm ; and far beyond tho consideration of the white house at Birkholm being a grand down-set ting for a portionless bride, Jess liked the comely, courteous, frank young man, not hall so clever as Jess herself, or Sandy, but attractive by the goodly glamour of his superior birth and breeding, with the man ly, honorable character corresponding to j it. Adam Spottiswoode and Jess Stewart | had a kindness for each other ; but so long | as it was no more than a kindness, or ten i der iancy, it was no stigma on their liking j to say that, if the couple had no opportu | nity of meeting, it would die the death of j starvation, gradually on the woman's part, j more rapidly on the man's. There should ; be a middle ground for the liking to wax ; unto love. There was no middle ground I left to the couple ; for the kirk, where Birkholm took his seat in the Birkholm loft, i fronting the minister's bueht, and where he j and Jess were not always so engrossed ■ with the sermon, (in spite of Jess's despot | ism to other people with regard to their ( treatment of the "heads") as they should i have been, was not a middle ground. I'oor Jess had no longer gloves, shoes, sashes, to go to the subscription balls in j the Woodend and the parties in the coun ! try-houses ; and when the manse family had to dismiss one of the servants, and | Jess's hands red and her face blowsy with continued houswork and garden-work, she .felt more and more that, without the com j monest finishes to her toilette, she was no longer fit to appear in refined society and be Birkholm's chosen partner. Birkholm attempted one great advance. Spas wete then the height of fashion, not foreign spas, but native, and not so much as fountains of health, but as favorite re sorts, where men and women saw the world, met, every morning in the pump room, drove together every afternoon, two by two, in high-pitched gigs, to all the show-houses and breezy views in the neighborhood, and danced together a couple of long country-dances without sitting down, under the countenance of a master of the ceremonies in puinps, and with the powder in his hair not blown away by the | tempest of the French Revolution. Birk holm bribed an accommodating married cousin and one of his sisters, by their share of the gayety, to invite Jess Stewart to ac company them for a fortnight to one of the Wells. The excursion would have been like an admission to the Elysian fields,with the temple of Hymen at the end of the prin cipal vista, to Jess. It would have been the gala of the girl's life, and she would assuredly have come home from it engaged to Birkholm, and counting herself, with reason, the happiest woman in the world. But noblecae oblige in all noble ranks. The project had become simply out of the question. Mr. and Mrs. Stewart, and Jess herself, would not submit to Birkholm's paying Jess's share of the travelling ex penses, which, in the days of travelling post, were a serious calculation to families with moderate incomes. But the Stewarts could and would have made a push to af ford the necessary sum, had uot Sandy's delay at college and want of success ren dered it impossible And Mr. and Mrs. Stewart were deficient in their duty to their daughter,and madeno account of Birk holm's attention to her, because they hail forgotten similar passages in their youth in the trouble of their middle age. Jess said to herself she did not want anybody's regrets, and told the world she did not care for jaunting, she found too much to do among the spring calves and chickens at the manse, and carried her high head as high, and looked as strong, stately, and blooming as ever. And the worst of it was, Birkholm believed her, and was as much piqued as the slightness of the relation between them permitted. The prosperous young laird could not altogeth er comprehend the straitness of the manse finances, and draw his inferences from them. He went off in a huff to enjoy him self at the Wells without the hard-hearted mistress for whose sake he had planned the holiday, not so much to enjoy himself either, as to prove to Jess that he could be foolish to the top of his bent without her. So Jess was cut to the heart by hearing rumors presently, now that Birkholm was on the eve of his marriage with a beauty and fortune he had been introduced to at the Wells ; now that he and other young men had indulged in frolics for which the license of the time offered some apology, but which were far more culpable than any follies of Sandy's, and, to put the matter on the lowest footing, were far from be coming in the young man who aspired to the honor of being the minister's son-in law. And is Birkholm were utterly lost to Jess, or if he should turn out wild and come to grief, would not Jess lay that to Sandy's charge as the heaviest portion of the debt he owed her ? ll. WHAT SANDY WAS. "To desert his post and renounce the highest commission a man can carry,—to starve, or feed off the great as a painter of false faces, an idolater of stocks and stones, —give me patience." The minister had need of patience when he received the letter with the tidings that Sandy, after passing through four of his years at college, with what effort the fami ly knew, had abandoned the ministry and adopted the profession of a painter. Mrs. Stewart and Jess were auiazeff and appalled beyond presuming to say a word. It is difficult to measure at present the headlong dowu'all of Sandy in those good people's estimation. Though they were familiar with his passion from his earliest years, they had not once contemplated the probability of his taking to painting as a calling. It was not that Mr. Stewart hail any pur itanical scruples as to the lawfulness of art. But Mr. Stewart had no scruple as to the lawfulness of dancing, and that would not have reconciled him greatly to Sandy's becoming a dancing-master. Actually, old M. Le Roy, the dancing-master, had a far more accredited and dignified position, both socially and morally, at Woodend than any of the poor portrait painters who had found their way there. And it was not the pov erty of the trade that was its crowning drawback. The minister, like all wise, honest men —Scotchmen particularly—had a due res pect for wealth and its power ; but the ministers of the Kirk of Scotland had also need to be disinterested, and their hardy habits of mind and dody were not much affected by the prospect of poverty. But though the minister had little doubt that Sandy would starve, or lead a life of miser able dependence, perhaps vicious comprom ise, it would not have made a material diff erence in this case had the minister been acquainted with the changes in the world which put a moderate competence within Sandy's reach, and caused the step he had taken to he within the bounds of right reason. Sandy was right that, in the Ed inburgh of the day, not only was there a wonderful and glorious maiden literature among "the writer lads," whom the minis ter classed together rather contemptuous ly, but painting, as an art, for the first time coyly blushed and smiled as a true sister of the belles lettres, which Mr. Stew art's cloth did not altogether despise when Robertson wrote history and Blair rhetor ic. Runcimau's painting of the Clerks of Penicuik's house seemed to promise a new era never attained, such as prevailed at Venice when Tintoretto and Paul Veronese painted marble palaces both within and without. Better still, a national academy was really to confer status and impart in struction where youthful genius was con cerned. But what was the struggling in fancy of art to the minister, who indulged iu the pictorial faculty in his own way, and quite another way, by drawing Sandy, as he had fondly hoped, standing np severe in youthful beauty, not unlike one of Mil ton's archangels, swaying by the breatli of his mouth, for their salvation, multitudes in simple country kirks, or in what the Reformation had spared of rich abbeys and cathedrals in towns and cities ; and again, Sandy, haggard, and sordid, and soiled, haggling with Jewish dealers, whom Mr. Stewart. confounded with pawn-brokers ; or journeying wearily from town to town, | taking in scanty orders, and flattering ob- J sequiously the owners of the puffed-up, vnl- j gular, mean faces, which he copied with ; secret disgust? Mr. Stewart did not absolutely forbid j Sandy his course, or threaten him with ut- j ter reprobation if he pursued it, the minister's reasonable sul, in the middle | of his wrath and mortification, revolted at \ violence. He wrote to his son in stern re- j proach and rebuke. Sandy defended him- j self like a creature at bay, and* refused to force himself into the priesthood, for which ! Providence could not have designed him, j since he had not the necessary qualifica-} tions. Mr. Stewart, beside himself, accused Sandy of going nigh to blaspheming,—-of proposing to take Providence into his own hands. Afterwards, Sandy came home for a few days ; a wretched visit, when his father never addressed him directly beyond helping him at table, and his mother "look it in his face" as if her gaze would melt stone. Sandy was now as stone to his father ; for the sweet temper of the lad had been goaded and driven to the point wheu sweet tempers steel themselves to doggeduess, less hopeful and tractable in its despair, than any amount of original arrogance and perversity. Sandy saw that he had broken the fami ly circle and rendered himself an alien from it. lie said to his mother and Jess that he had better go away and tight his battle for himself, and it would be best that they should not hear the accounts, because these would only cause fresh strife and condem nation. Some day they might see he had not been so far wrong. Sandy watched his opportunity ; and one fine harvest-day, when the minister, the servants, and Andro Cornfoot, who had borne "the young min : ster" on his back many a sunny morning laug-syne, were all abroad engaged in the ingathering of the glebe corn, he kissed his mother aud shook hands with Jess, and departed without other leave-taking or blessing out into the world, which is generally cold enough for a penniless painter, taking no more with him than the stick and the wallet of one of the wandering apprentices ol the kindly land of Wilhelm Meister. When the minister returned and found his son's place vacant, he must have guess ed that Sandy was gone ; but he made no sign. Wandering apprentices are gener ally good pedestrians, and wonderfully en dowed with friends ; but when the first touch of frost nipped Mrs. Stewart's gilly flowers that night, Sandy's mother dreamt of him lying down like Jacob, with a stone for a pillow, but unlike Jacob, the heir of the promises, under the serene sky of Pal estine, rather unlike an Esau, getting his death of cold, shivering under the gray clouds and the bleak wind, by the bare Scottish roadside. The door of the manse was thenceforth shut against Sandy ; his name became a forbidden sound, not only as that of "a stickit minister," —and the Scotch, with grim humor, deride a failure in proportion as they applaud an achievement it a fa vorite line, —but as au ill-doer. Neighbors carefully avoid mentioning Sandy to his family, while they talked loudly among themselves, aud pitied the poor Stewarts for the sore hearts they had got from the prodigality and ingratitude of their only son. The minister strove manfully not to visit his pain on the blameless women-folk. Peace was restored to Clovenford, but the heart-achc there was acute and inces sant. Almost the only event—and it was never spoken of—was the arrival of one or two foreign newspapers, with foreign post marks, addressed to Mrs. Stewart, in San dy's handwriting, which proved that San dy had managed to go abroad to follow his studies, possibly as a travelling tutor ; but his family knew nothing about him. Mr. Stewart could not have interdicted the newspapers, and he did not throw them into the fire; but he never looked at though he alone could have read any part of their contents. To Airs. Stewart and Jess the newspa pers were a dead letter ; but the moment the minister had gone to his books, Mrs. #3 per Annum, in Advance. Stewart unfolded them, spread them out on her knee, regarded them wistfully, as if their hieroglyphics could tell her something of Sandy ; and had they only anticipated modern improvements, and conveyed to her woodcuts, they might have spoken to her in appropriate language of her boy. At last she folded them up, and deposited them carefully where they were all found one day, in the drawer with her best gown, and the silk stockings, as if she waited for the arrival of a scholar at Clovenford, who would bring the key and unlock the mys tery occcasioned by the confusion of tongues. Sandy went away in the harvest, and to wards the close ot the next spring Birk holm, who had been in Edinburgh all the winter with his sisters, came back to his own house, and called afterwards at the manse to announce the marriage of his el dest sister to a gallant naval captain, who had been fortunate in obtaining prize mon ey, was on shore only for a short time, and as he was already posted to another ship, and had no time to lose, had so expedited matters, that he wanted Mr. Stewart to tie the knot at once at Birkholm. It is said that one marriage lightly turu.s a roving fancy to the thought of another ; and with more shyness to cover his anxiety, the young laird alluded to his sister's ex pectation that Miss Stewart would pay her the compliment of being present at the cer emony, and would remain a few days at Birkholm as company for his youngest sis ter Nancy, because Efiie was to accompany Betsy, the bride, in the capacity of brides maid. Mr. and Mrs. Stewart were altogether propitious, and very glad that Jess, who had lived a dull life for a long time, should have the grand entertainment, when to their astonishment Jess declined the invi tation for herself with the greatest prompt ness and decision, wished Miss Spottis woode every happiness, hoped to see her before she left the country, but regretted that she had engagements at home which wuu'd prevent her having the honor and pleasure of being one of the company at the wedding, and staying behind the other guests to console Miss Nancy, thus send ing off the laird with another Ilea in his ear, and vowing vehemently to have nothing more to say to "a haughty hizzie," though she was his early flame, Jess Stewart, ten times over. "Jess, my woman, why did you give Birkholm the cold shoulder when he came or. so kind an errand ? If it is for the pur pose of making yourself of consequence, and if the lad be of my mind, he will not put himself in your power again, madam," observed tbe minister, with affected light ness. "He need not try it," answered Jess, | shortly. | " And you are not like your mother," persisted the minister, chunking his cue ; "for if I know her, she would be wild to this day to dance at a wedding, and have the chance of walking every day in Birk holm Den, when the birks are shaking out their buds and smelling like balm, and there j are more primroses on a single bank than in the whole of her garden beds." "My dancing days are over, minister," Mrs. Stewart told him, with a shake of (he head, but a smile ; " still a wedding is a bonnie sight, and I should like very well to walk down to Den again and fill my lap full of primroses, and sit aud rest, and get a drink, and gather the hyacinths round the Lady Well, and listen to the throstle in the thorn, if I were as good a walker as I have been. I cannot think what has come over our Jess " (CONCLUDED NEXT WEEK.) How MEN " BUST UP." —Men with unas suming wives never fail. It is the hus bands of such ladies as Mrs. Dash and Lady Bril'iant, who find themselves face to face witli the Sheriff, and certain mys terious documents adorned with red tape and a wafer big enough for target exercise. The desire of a New York feminine is to outshine her neighbors, not in mental ac quirements, but in gingerbread ornaments and gold edged shutters. If Mrs. Dash gets up a game supper—woodcocks stuff ed with gold dust—Lady Brilliant takes the wind out of her sails by getting up an other in which the prevailng dish will be birds of paradise swimming in gravy made of melted pearls. It is this rivalry, and not the dabbling in railroad stock, that brings ruination to the fast men of Wall street. The "ill-fortune" of which they so much complain, is no more nor less than a brainless wife. If they would come back to happiness, they must direct their atten tion, not to the fluctuations of the stock market, but the ruinous absurdities of their own firesides. Thousand dollar repasts dont pay ; while the merchaut who pur chases one hundred dollar handkerchiefs for a "duck of a wife," should not wonder if the time eventually comes when a "goose of a husband" will lack shirts, or be but ill supplied with them. DOMESTIC HADITS OF OUR ANCESTORS— Erasmus, who visited England in the early part of the sixteenth century, gives curious description of an English interior of the bet ter class : The furniture was rough ; the walls un plastereil, but sometimes waiuscotted or hung with tapestry ; and floors covered with rushes, which were not changed for months, the dogs and cats had free access to the eating rooms, and fragments of meat and bones were thrown to them,which they devoured among the rushes, leaving what they could not eat to rot there, with the draining of beer-vessels, and all manner of unmentionable abominations. There was nothing like refinement of elegauce in the luxury of the higher ranks ; the indulgen ces which their wealth permitted, consisted of rough and wasteful profusion. Salt beef and strong ale constitued the principal part of Queen Elizabeth's breakfast, and similar refreshments, were served to her in bed for supper. At a series of entertainments giv en in York by the nobility in 1560, where each exhausted his invention to outdo the others, it was universally admitted that Lord Goring won the palm for the magnifi cence of his fancy. A description of this supper will give us a good idea of what was at that time thought magnificent: it consisted of four huge brawny pigs, piping hot, bitted and harnessed with ropes of sau sages to a huge pudding in a bag, which served for a chariot.— The Silent Revela tion. MARRIAGE AND HOUSEKEEPING. —There are a great many persons that are just begin ning life, that are newly married, and that are just turning, I trust, away from the hotel and the boarding-houe to keep house --for I think that next to virtue, housekeep ing is the most desirable thing for newly married persons. You will perhaps wonder what I have to say upon this. I have this to say ; that to any young person's life this is a change so marked, it is a step so differ ent from*any other, that if you know how, with the peculiar and critical step of your life, to take also one other, it will not be alone marrying for time—it will be love for eternity. Is there anything more beautiful than true love ? No flowers show such col ors or exhale such fragrance as does a true love, that makes one's life a sacrifice for and a service of another. Is there any thing more beautiful, this side of God's throne, than two right-minded and purely loving souls beginning to live together, each one servant in love to the other. Now, just beginning a virtuous wedded life is not re ligion ; but if you make this the first step in a series, it will do more to lead to a Christian course of life, than perhaps any thing possibly could.— Beecher. NUMBER 51. TELI. YOUR MOTHER. —I wonder how many girls tell their mothers everything ? Not these "young ladies" who, going and from school, smile, bow, and exchange notes and • cartes de visite with young men who make fun of you and your "pictures speaking in away that would make your cheeks burn with shame, if you heard it. All this, ■ most credulous and romantic young ladies, they will do, although they gaze at your ' fresh young faces admiringly, and send or give you charming verses and boquets.— No matter what "other girls do," don't j ou do it. School girl flirtation may end disas ; trously, as many a foolish, wretched young girl could tell you. Your yearning for some one to love, is a great need of every woman's heart. But there is time for every ; thing. Don't let the bloom and freshness of your heart be brushed off in silly flirta tions. Render yourself truly intelligent.— And, above all tell your mother everything. 'Tun," in your dictionary would be indes ! cretion in hers. It will do you no harm to look and see. Never be ashamed of her, who should be your best friend and confi dant, all you think and feel. It is very strange, that so many young girls will tell every person before "mother" that which is most important that she should know. It is very sad that different persons should know more about her own fair young daugh ter than she herself.— Fanny hern. FIVE O'CLOCK IX THE MORNING. The dew lay glittering on the grass, A mist lay over the brook, At the earliest beam of the golden sun The swallow her nest forsook. The snowy blooms of the hawthorn tree Lay thickly the ground adorning, The birds were singing in every bush At five o'clock in the morning. Bessie, the milkmaid, merrily sang, For the meadows were fresh and fair— The breeze of the morning kissed her brow, And play'd with her nut-brown hair ; But 'ft she turn'd and look'd around, As if the silence scorning ; 'Twas time for the mower to whet his scythe, At five o'clock in the morning. Over the meadows the mowers came, And merry their voices rang, And one among them wended hi.; way To where the milkmaid sang ; And as he linger'd by her side, Despite his comrades' warning, The old, old story was told again At five o'clock in the morning. FUN, FACTS AND FACETIiE. i T . ; • ; hv is a doll like jelly ?- Because it is made with eyes in glass. A man who was boasting that there uev j er was any rope or cord, whether made of hemp, 1 wire, or any thing else, in which he could not tie a double bow knot, was summarily put down by : being requested to tie a knot in a cord of wood. A Michigander, who was arrested for stealing a goose, said he found the bird hissing at the American fiag. and arrested it for treason. " Pat, can ye tell mo why winter is like a j dog?" "Faith, Mick, I can't." "Well, thin, it's | bekase of the coldness of its nose (its snows)." When is a blow from a lady welcome?— | When she strikes yon agreeably. REAL ENTHUSIASM. —Pumps is such a thorough teetotaller thbt be declares lie would | rather prefer a watery grave than be preserved in | spirits. A COVERT MEANING. —What is the differ | ence between a bunt and a hot breakfast?—ln the latter case you come to the cover before the meat, in the former to the meet before the cover. WHEN is a sailor most like a thief?— When he takes a messmate's watch. A minister having preached the same discourse io his people three times, one of his constant hearers said to him after service ; " Doc tor. the sermon you gave us this morning having had three several readings, I move that it now be passed." MILITARY DEFINITION FOR A KlSS. —Report at head-quarters. AN Irishman being in a church where the collection apparatus resembled elec. ion boxes, i n its being handed to him, whisoered in the carrier's ear that he was not naturalized and couid not vote. " William, my sou, how came you to muddy your dress so?" Willie stopped a moment, ehen, looking his fa ther in the eye, very soberly asked : " Father, what am I made of?" " Dust. The Bible says, 'Dust thou art, and unto dust thou shall return.' " •' Well, lather, if I'm dust, how can I help being muddy when it rains on me?" A little keen, bright eyed girl of four years, on a visit one evening, was being helped to the knee of a gentleman friend, and on being told by her mother that she was too large a baby to hold, retorted almost immediately, accompanying her words wtth an emphatic gesture, "Why, girls nineteen years old sit on laps, and you wouldn't call them babies, would you ?" "Your whiskers are unprofessional," said a client to his legal adviser. "Why so?" "Be cause a lawyer can never be too barefaced." A NEW INVENTION. —The latest invention is a "palpitating bosom" for the Indies, which is set in motion by a concealed spring when an extra display of "emotion" is required. THE RULING PASSION.—A great financial reformer is so devoted to figures that when he has nothing else to do he casts up his eyes. A railway accident lately occurred,caused by the axle of a tender giving way, detainiug the train several hours. A lady inquired of a gentle man passenger why it was so delayed ; he gravely replied, "Madam, it was occasioned by what is often followed by serious consequences—the sud den breaking of a tender attachment." WHEN are soldiers like blacksmiths ? When they are drilling and filing. A gentleman, talking to another on the subject of marriage, made the following observa tion : "I first saw my wife in a storm ; carried her to a ball in a storm ; courted her in a storm; married her in a storm ; lived in a storm all her life ; but, thank heaven, 1 buried her in pleasant weather." Why is the James River like a keg of lager beer?— Because it flows into the Dutch (rap. " Are them all Bibles ?" asked a country man the other day in the registrar's office, pointing to the big volumes of wills upon the shelves. "No sir," answered one of the clerks, " those are testa ments."