_. 1 . , N,0111,.;,,110:140t TRAVEVS, RESEARCHES, ANIPMISSIONARY LABOR'S, During an Eighteen leMrst: Resi dence in Eastern Africik '443ther with Jour neys to Jaggy., Usumbara, Ukambani Slioa, Abyssinia, slid Khartum,,— and a dettisting Voyage froi Mombaz to 'Cape 'Delgado. By the Rec. Dr. .1. Lewis Krapf, Secretary'of the Chrishona Instituth aeHaele, eradiate Mission ary of the Church Missionary Society in East ern and Equaterial Africa, etc., etc. With an Appendix respecting the Snow-capped. Moun tains of Eastern Africa; the Sources of the Nile ; the :Langinigisi and Literature of Abys einia add BaStern Africa, etc., etc. And a Affeehrat of Geographical Researches rastfirn Africa, up to the Discovery of the • Nyenyesi•.by Dr. Livingstone, in September last. By E. Ravenstein, F. R. dr. S. Pp. 464. Boston': Ticknor tf Fields. New 3.71rk : Sheldon 4' Co: Pittsburgh: Roberi S. Davis. ISM Africa, whose interior was so long unknoWn to the civilized world, is now the great field for ad venture and exploration, and e every yaris adding to our information concerning its people, its re ligions, its - ProdtictiOns, and its capabilities . : Andie is worthy of notice that it is to missionary effort that we are mainly indebted for all this. The works of Drs. Livingstone and Barth were read with greatinterest upon their first nppear ance„and are now often consulted by thnlearned and the•inquiring. , The work before us may be regarded as a supplement to,that a Livingstone. The travels of Dr. Livingstone were in the South of AMMO those: of our' *author' were in the North. His long acquaintanCe with Africa, his scholarly habits, his love of adventure, and his gloWing missionary spirit, have enabled him to produce a ;Work of, rare interest to both the scholar and the general reader. • THE MOUNT .VERNON PAPERS. By Edward Evereil.: Pp. 490. New York: D. 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CAMPAIGN_. :By " Mister:l," an • eye-witness of them all: Mr. iliiated 'was the reporter of the Cincinnati Comiiiercial at all the national conventions of . the season, and has ,here given an amount of them that will be . , sought by men . of :all parties. For saltrin Pittsburgh by' Hunt & Miner. . • , LOVEL, THE WIDOWER'. .A Novel.• By W. AL Thaekeray, Author cf "The Virginians," "Vanity Fail." etc., etc. With illustrations. New-York : Harper, Brothers. This story has been•already published in Her per's Afolfthly, but will 'find many readers in its preeent. form. tyr tke trtsibt. Wh'p . What'an:expressive English word this is, and how populail In- some households ! it is the word, of all.: Words, heard most fre quently. Morning, noon, or night, if you have your ear to the keyhole of, the nur sery door, this is the word,that you will, whipt, Who Or, ivhat is to be whipt? Not-4 the perverse boy," who Webster in, his." unabridged." says is the thing to be whipt; but even the baby. " Hush, or I'll whip you," rings in the baby's eirzthe,livelorig day. What an edu cation fhr a baby", 'What an introduction to this 4 . beautiful 'world of ours I" How suggestive of the,Stars and the Angels:" If baby is ,sleepy, and so ;restless, it must be "whipt" if baby wakeful, full of animal life as a lamb ora kitten; , baby must `be " , , ; If baby is hungry, and cries for *something, to eat, (the only language 'babies have, by the way,) baby must be "whipt." If baby eats too much, and whines,and, frets with a bad stomach, baby must bp " whipt." Whipt if it falls, and cries ;' whipt if it pinches its fingers in the. dom. crack; ,and cries'; "whipt if it playfully pulls - mamma's bonnet strings, or with its chubby hand disarranges ,mamma's glossy I 'curls. Whipt, good-humored, and whipt when cross; whipt for sins, and whipt for accidents. The only argument is the whip. If you do this, whip you." If you do that; " whip you." If, mothers only knew how this everlasting appeal to the whip grates, the, ear, of one who sits by, quietly - listening, they would put a seal on their lips forever, as to this word whip: It is ,not, at best, a very musical word. Here iS.A.C, deriyation of it, as given by Webster: Saxon, hweopan ; Danish, wip pen, or zweepen ; Welsh, cwipiaw IA I wish, e, every mother, when. she.. is about to say to t ' her child, in anger, " I'll whip you," would stop a momoptald riesztiltityte: Of elsh, and say, f‘ Fit crpiceo you l " I -am sure the high whieli would follow would be Yetarijinr bUIV rtaili4l:''and child it, motherS: ButtA thing is no ',more musical than theleofcl; A husband, " with an ear for music," no ,more. likes to hear his wife's hand go smack, smack, .smack on, his child's tender•fiesh, than to hear those lips which once 4n 'earnest love he kissed, say, whip, whip . , whip, full fifty,times in his child's ear each day. 'I protst against this con : . emit resort to 'the rod, and this constant appeal to the sense of fear in a child. If you 'lnuit resort to the rod, then do 'it, mothers, but let it be seldom, and then with tender, heavy heart. Develop, as well as inculcate, in training your children. Plant truth and goodness, and let them root out evil, as well as drive it out with a rod. The rod is strong, but truth and goodness implanted in , a child's heart are stronger.. H. A Connubial Sermon. A connubial , little sermon, from the text, " Be happy as . you are;" is thus preached by a contemporary print : ' "Vife.and . Mother, are you tired and out of patience,with your husband's and your children's demands upon your time and at tention'? Are you tempted to speak out ang,rx,, feelings to that faithfUl, but, per haps, sometimes heedless eiaCtinghUsband of..yhErer ,or io scold and fret at those sweet . ,and, beautiful ones ? Do you grban and say,," 'What. a fool I was to marry.and• leave m,y . father's house, where I' lived at. ease andiatjuiet?' Are you, by reason of the' i e t are::a6o of 130 d 1 4 1 4 , wife-hOOd * and' neigliboiledd must` .bring,' forged:ll i of, a p f l lit rOadful, for, their, com fort aild,their joysi wife and mother, what if a Stroke should smite your husbang and lay him low ? What. if your children should •be snatched from your arms and froin your bosom I What if there were no true, strong heart for you to lean upon.'' What if there, xere,no.soft littlejunocents, to ofthiA, put t Aiplrid to lotT,.ti,p#,' -T3oolVejautjavp:rl, How woyldjti be, Ny4l. • you gpfittTße patlp r t and kind, dear mr For the Presbyterian Banner :be unwearying and long-suffering } dear mother ; for you know not how long you may have with you your best and dear est trOhoures—yOu know not how long you may tarry with them. •Let there be noth ing for you to remember which will . wring your heart with remorse if they leave you alone ; let there be nothing for them to re member but sweetness and love nouttera ble, if "you are called to leave them by the way. Be patient, be pitiful, be tender of them all, for death will step sooner or later between them and you. And 0 ! what would, you do if you should be doomed to sit solitary an'dforsaken through years and years ? Be happy as you are, even with all your trials ; for 'believe it, thou wife of a loving and true husband, there is no lot in life so blessed as thine own." Rover and his Little Master. "Come; Rover !" said :Harry, as he passed a fine, old, Newfoundland dog that !lay On .a mat at the door ; "come,.Roier ! am going down to the river to sail my boat, and want you to go with me." Rover opened his, large eyes, And looked lazily at his little master. " Come ! Rover ! Rover !" But the dog didn't care to move, and so Harry went off to the river-side alone. He had not been,gone a great while before a thought of her boy came suddenly into the mother's mind. Remembering that he had a little vessel, and, that the river was near,. it occurred to_ her that he might have gone there. Instantly her heart began to throb with "IsAwy . 'slth yoy?" .. she called, ,up to y Harry'sfather, Wife was, in his study. But Harry's father said lie was not there. "I'm afraid he's gone to the river with his boat," said the mother. To the= river -(1~ . Mr: Lee-dropped his pen, and. came:qinekly T:ddno: up his hat!, he' went hurriedly from the house.' Rover was still laying upon the mat, with his head upon his paws, and his eyes shut. " Rover !" said his master, in a quick, excited voice,," her is Harry ? •Has he gone to the river? Away and see ! quick !"' The dog must hive understood'every word, for he :sprang eagerly to his feet,' and rushed toward the river. Mr. Lee followed as fa,st as; he could run. Tilien he reached the river bank, he saw his little boy in the water, with Rover dragging him toward the shore. He was just in time to receive the half-drowning child in his arms and carrying him home to his mother. Harry, who remained insensible, was placed in a warm bed.. Be soon, however, revived, and in an hour or two was run ning about again., But after this, Rover would never leave, the side of his little mater when he wandered beyond' the gar den gate. Wherever you found Harry, there Rover =was sure to be---Sometimes walking by ,his side; and sometimes lying on the grass, with his big eyes watching every movement. Once Harry found his little vessel, which had been hidden away since he went with it to the river, and, without his mother's Seeing, him, he started again for the water. Rover,; as usual; was 'with him. On his way to the-river, he saw some flowers, and in order to gather thein, put his boat down on the :grass. Instantly Rover picked it up in his mouth, and walked back toward the house with it. After going a little way, he stopped; lo * oked around, and waited until Harry had got his hand full of flow-, ers. The child then saw that Rover h'ad Ids boat, and tried to get it from him ;. but. Rover, played around hind, always keeping out of his reach, rind,retreating toward the' house, until he got back within the gate. Then he bounded into the house and laid the boat at the feet of Harry's mother. Harry was a little angry with the good old , dog, at first, but when his mother ex plained to him what Rover meant, he hug ged him around the neck, and said he would never go, down, to the river again any more. - - Harry is &man now, atutßever has long since :heel). dead; ;hut he ,often thinks Of. the dear old dog that saved him from drowning 'when he • was a child; and it gives him great pleasure to remember that c.; he never; beat Rover, as some boys beat their dogs ,when . they;are _angry, and was, never unkiiid to MM . : 'Had it been other wise, the,thbught would have given him great pain MN "I ant Going to be. an Angel." The last r ays of the setting sun stole through' the' dancing leaves,' and shed 'a golden radiance over a lovely garden, nil parting an a'clitionai beauty to every bild and . blossom. But the faireat flower, upon which the sunbeams ahone, was a pale, spir ituai child ; who ifoOdinhaling the perfutned air; and surveying, with apparent delight, the many-hued flowers. As she looked and admired, her blue eyes sparkled; and a &kit color just tinged: her fair cheek, as if re fleeted from the roses, which, as she passed, scattered their blushing petals upon her head, Presently her attention was With-, drawn fromthe - flowers, and directeff to the Western sky, .which the sun's departing rays dyed withl gorgeous hues. The trees upon the mountain's brow ,seemed, as if painted upon the glowing horizon, and clouds Of silver`white, tinted off With gold and crimson, floated, above them. As ite child stood enraptured with, the beauty of tho ky, light fingers strayed through her sunny tresses, fond eyes were bent npon,her, and a voice sweet and gentle said, " Of what are you thinking, Lillie ?" The child: pointed u .ward with her slender finger, saying,." 0 lumina! how beautiful! Howl should like to be away up there with the angels!' The mother looked up, and answered, "Yes, darling, the clouds very, beautiful to-night." "But, mamma, do iou know what mikes thc br -tiful? I ye Amu beau__ do ; it is because 'the - angels nre.in them, and I was just, thinkinc , -that when I died, may be I would look right down here, some time, upon you, mamma. Say, do'n't you thinkT will ? " The mother made no reply,. for tears were in her eyes, and a shadow upon her heart; and tenderly einbacing the fragile little creature, and kissing her white brow, she tried to divert her thoughts. But the child continued, "Mamma, want,to, be an „angel; but ,I , do n.'t, want to Jessie, as little ssie, and be put into the cold ground. You iirWt . lei me die be bu ried up, will you,,mamma?" ' " When the Saviour calls my little lamb, I shall - have to give her. up. You would be willing to go to Jesus, and never , be sick, any more, wouldn't you darling?" " Yes mamma, if be would take me right up to the beautiful sky ; but, 0 mamma! I don't want.to be put into the ground." The mother kissed the tearful eyes, and caressed the trembling form. "Don't you rernember, darling, the little• 'dark root: which.,youFsaw me t-- planright, here, in the , Spring ?" " Oh ! yes, mamma, I remember you dug a little hole in the ground, and' put it in, and then you covered it all up."., " Do yon know what became of that, tle,root, Lillie?" "Yes, mamma, I do," replied the child, with frightening eyes. "It came up, with two lovely green leaves, and -grew into this tall shrub, which has so many beauti fulloivers upon it." "If I had not planted the root the cold grouod, would we have had these sweeflowers, which you love so well, Lit lie ?" • . !‘ No Ave would not." "List t ep:to` me dirliOg;, we must die, arui , beAitiried-up.in the cold greitbd I'R ,B R I .9 _ NE rSAATU r" RD, NV JULY ) 03, - .11:',8 - 6, O. our spirits may ripe ,up, as f -the.-,flowers do above the earthom beauty and in purity to heaven. If we do` ;not' die 1 4 y child, we can never go to heaven to live with Christ and the angels." The ehild looked fez' an instant upon the flowers, then exclainied, with her fair, face and'blue eyes radient with hope,," Q; main -ma I Ido not feel afraid now to die and be buried up in the,grounii, becausel shall rise up far more beautiful than I am now, ' to live away up in the blue sky with ; 94iist and the angels. ' l,And little-Lillie