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THE RHOIE CIRCLE.
THE HAND THAT ROCKS THE WORLD.
BY WILLIAM ROSS WALLACE.
l3tessings on the hand of wonman!
Angles guard her streugth and grace
In the cottage, palace, hovel,
O! no matter where the place!
Would that never storms assailed it;
R-linbows ever gently curled;
For tile hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rocks the world.
Infancy's the tender fountain;
Power may with beauty flow;
Mlothers first to guide the streamlet,
From them souls unresting grow.
Grow on for the good or evil,
Sunshine streamed or darkness hurled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rocks the world.
WVoman, how divine your mission
Here upon our natal sod;
Keep, O keep the young heart open
Always to the breath of God!
All true trophies of the Ages
Are from Mother Love impearied;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rocks the world.
Blessings on the hand of woman!
Fathers, sons and daughters cry,
And the sacred song is mingled
With the worship in the sky
Mingles where no tempest darkens,
Rainbows.evermore are curled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rocks the world..
How sweet the accent as it falls upon our
ear. Its echoes thrill through the silent
recesses of the soul, welling up from its
depths a heart full of gladness. Tempest
tossed wanderers upon the shores of time,
how often do we pause in some cold and
cheerless spot of earth and think of a once
happy home. How blissful the moments;
what an hour of happy pleasure, even to the
weary, restless lmnu who.has not where to
lay his head, to forget for a time the keen,
gnaiwing pangs of the present, in the fond
recollection of the place where father,mother,
sister and brother meet in loving union-;
where those who gave him the hearty God
speed that cheered his departure, wait with
fond embrace and loving words to welcome
Earth knows not a sweeter theme nor
dearer spot than our childhood's happy
Bnune Bluff, in the Rural New Yorker,
comments upon it as follows:.
"We wrote of 'Home' in high-flown style
when boys and girls at school. We love it,
we believe in it. To have no home means
to us poverty in the saddest sense, for home
means love and loved ones, jjist that-whiblh
makes the best part of our own little world.
And yet, to look adown just one short street,
with every few rods a house where people
live and call it home, to"think of their being
just so over all. the land until their name is
legion, and then to remember how few really
are the blessed places that 'Home, sweet
Ihme;' should be Discord reigns in so
many of them.
Why need it be so ? Every one within the
four walls bewail it mentally. Each one
f~els it a relief, to go into some other home
where happiness presides, and the feeling,
the risk is there, even if it never finds form
ih words-would that.my, home were like
thls I There are so many sources of trouble.
Lack of confidence, short answers, glum
looks, even where no actual warfare exists.
How often we put ourselves out for stran
gers when the service would be refused to
oau friends! We are polite and civil- and.
Wdnl to the neighbor who drops in, but we
seem to think it not worth while to be so as
t the lhear home folks. Yet we love them
far the bast, and if occasion should call forth
the effort, would sacrifice almost anything
But in ,this World it is only now= and then
that some great thing is required. It is the
little things that: count. The small, unobl
trusive attentions, the qtiet, thoughtful
kindness, .the little helps, the pleasant look
aud smile, the ready hand anigentle fdiibear
$aee t'tat tell, that win, that do the great
W~ork . of making.-home happy. Keeping in
Mind that others have rights which we are
l.ound to respectS:or rather that we wish to
harther if affeet olppoempts us--interesting
a-rselves in their work or play--these are
lathiangs that .help the home, atmosphere.
Clouds cannot comeif r its and faces
take up all the room, , kind love
will drive away all the ', s from the
One great trouble is of 'going
my own way, indepentlbýu 1 else.' A
lack of interest in each other' pursuits or
too much excess of interest in our own af
fairs over that of others. And it comes to
pass that w' go and come, and the others
know not where, and vice versa, while any
lookinginto the matter, right or wrong, is
reg:iuled as an infringement on liberty.
There are all degrees of unpleasantness at
home, from the dreadful places where all the
spirits of hatred and abuse have play to the
outward show of necessary civilities, but
where, underneath, lies unsympathetic, care
It is almost incredible to look at a husband
and wife who sit at the table with no word
of morning greeting, who eat in silence save
the few words called forth by passing the
food, who separate for the day without a
pleasant good-bye, who notice by no out
ward sign the return at evening time, who
take their places opposite each other again
to discuss the evening meal, perhaps in utter
silence, who sit reading and sewing, each in
calm indifference to the other, and so on day
after day, perhaps week after week, till some
calamity opens their hearts, or something
more than usuai leads on from cool polite
ness to a war of words. I say it seems in
credible to think that somewhere in the past
there was a time when those two were happy
only in each other's society, when they
thought nothing in the world could ever
estrange them. And yet it may be that all
this h:s been brought about by the smallest
of trifles, overlookings, forgettings, careless
ways that show a diminution of thoughtful
love and so on till this state of things is
reached, and neither one would b.e unable to
Let the desireto do right be ever so strong,
we are so frail, so apt to err, that we must
be constantly on the watch not to injure or
grieve, and heaven pity the inmates of a
home where this desire is not. We cannot
afford to make ourselves and others unhappy
'here. The world is a beautiful one, but
there are many, many hard places in it. We
need all the sympathy and love we can get,
and others need all we can give.. We have
no right to shut ourselves up from others
hopes and pleasures and good times, but
should strive with considerable self-abnega>
lion to lielp along, to give them a lift over
the hard spots and to provoke a smile on
their discouraged' faces when we can. If
they want to spends a day or evening' in a
way we do not care for, it will not hurt us to
put aside- our own inclinations and show
them that we love them well enough to try
to enjoy it. It will do us good to prastice
the necessary forbearance; it will make us
gentler and kinder, and a little more of these
elements in our character we can all bear.
How much better this than being short,
cross, crusty, and marring; if not qite
spoiling, their pleasure! If love points the
way we shall be glad to make them happy,
even if it costs ti much effort... Ah ! this is
the grand secret--lack of love for one an
other-of unselfish, self-sacrificing: love.
And that, after al' is the only kind. that
amounts to much.
"Ii IT GONE FOREVER."--A star-eyed
boy sat beside me, and I watched the face
brightenitnd the eye grow eager as he spijid
a man with a bunch of balloons. Nearer and
nearer came the man, eager and more eager
grew the little face, but he said never a word.
His mother bought him a lialloon, and his
smile of joy was dazzling as a sunbeam. He
did not play and prank as other children do,
but he sat still anid heldthe string, and let
the balloon float out on the breeze, and
looked content. Suddenly a strong gale
seized the toy alid bore it aloft, far above the
flag-pole, beyhnd the house-tops, upinto .the
ether, and the child's face grew saddened,
but utterd no cry. - As the crimson: dot
passed out of sight his eyes fell, and with a
slight tremor in his voice he.questioned, ,'Js
it gone forever " . HiIsmother offered t4pur.
chase aniother balloon, but mysteriOas were
the worlings of that bblldish h~ ,. He de
,lined the offer. ~It would waitf0qrh3a4 own
to conne back,; none other would satsafy him.
Was not that aless~Vt in tlhe childlsh lift deep
asl bitter as w r eamn Ip of rma ua t r;
App May. Ldft..
The care, the toil and monlotony of this
life descend to us as our common heritage.
We behold the gilded trappings of the rich
and titled, and judge of their happiness ae
cording to the splendor of their surround
ings. We long for excitement, anything,
to vary the monotony of existence; we hikve
no great misfortunes or afflictions, and aiv
so accustomed to the manifold blessings of
daily life, that we almost cease to regard
them as such. We want to be wealthy, or
titled, or famous, little recking of the tribu
lations of all these lots.
Perhaps some salutary chastening or with
holding of some coveted blessing for a time,
would give our enjoyment a better relish.
We are weary of toiling, yet there are worse
things than labor in this life of ours. Again,
the monotony is tedious; but if affliction
and adversity come, we would gladly wel
come the return of the former state.
Oh, for a contented spirit, in which to dis
cern and appreciate the tender mercies of
our lives ; these small everyday comforts,
that go so far to makl up a happy whole.
Life is comprised of joy and sorrow; but
we are tain to leave out the sorrow altogether.
A contented spirit finds pleasure in the wil
ling performance of the round of small du
ties that are as necessary as the larger ones,
though they too vex us with their oft recur
rence. These trifling details which we scorn
and yet may stoop to do, discipline the mind
and beget a greater stock of patience. We
are so prone to deem our own lot hardest,
when a more intimate knowledge of the ills
and trials of others, would convince us other
wise. We are cognizant of the skelleton in
our own closet, but not always in our neigh
Discontent is a dark shadow that steps be
tween us and happiness ; a phantom which
presides at the feast of joy and mixes a drop
of gall in the sweetest cup. " Every cloud
has a silver lining," and if the sky seem
dark and overcast, we know the sun is shin
ing just above. The night may be long and
the way dark, yet the (lawn is sure, and its
rosiness all the brighter from the contrast.
It requires hope and courage to navigate
through the breakers that line the life stream,
and better accept the situation with courage
and cheerfulness, than with murmuring and
discontent. These trials make us strong to
endure, and brave to conquer,.thus enabling
us to assist others by example and precept.
An impartial weighing of the blessings and
miseries of life would result in the prepon
derance of the former.. The conqueror of
himself is greater than he who, conqjuers a
city. There is a sublime consciousness
withjn, when we rise above depressing sur
roundiungs, and take in life with a broader
view, 'T'hough the ills of humanity drag, us
downi and hang like a nether millstone about
the niek, yet if we rise above them all, ex
istene' is robbed of half its discontent,
Westrmi J Rural.
C4avY CoxGoo, in Western Rural,thus en
couraes a good opinion of one's self:.
"S'me may th.ink that by self-esteem we
mean ride ; but we do not. There is a dif
ferenc between the two. Self-esteem is soie-.
thing hich every nahn should possess and
which e must possess if he would succeed
in life. Self-esteem gives self-confidence,
unsulli by.a false pride, gives succes. If a
man do ns ot respect himself, or his own
work, ow can he.expect others' to do so:
jf he is continually underrating his own
abilatie or efforts, who will contradict him ?,
If he w ite for th. papers and is always tell
ing ho. poor his articles aie;, other peopje
will: tl'ik they are poor too; and nobody
likes t read an article which they know be
forehar l is poor.
We 4d not believe in boasting either, for
that i~ s, theb other extreme, f a man i.
in the hbit of boasting about every thing he
does, .ptopl soon come to know him and will
believe his extravigant stories or not as they
But let a man bb self-reliant, allways doing
the best he can,: and appreciative of hls own
endevors, and be wRIl bets;ure to ucoeed.
THE. surplus heat wasted from a 'common
stove, wilh If cohducted thlough a dium!
into another room warm thi rbom as '"'db
as a stove would'and willcomp l thhetbei to
do double the duty' and give.. 4uble, the
Sfumanht#eserves the apirobtilmno ali
Love knows a hidden path.
Little and often will drain the purse.
The path of duty leads to a house of plea*.
Forsake not thine own nor thy father's
Who can tell the weight of his neighbor's
Make thy sea mark by the shipwreck of
A true heart and good head are better
than many hands.
Better, a thousand times, deny than de
ceive your friend.
Employ not youth and early manhood so
as to make old age miserable.
Without frugality none can be rich, and
with it very few would be poor.
It is sad to see many walk in the dark
I themselves who carry lauternk for others.
Court not the ill will of a dog; insi.algli
cant indeed is he who can do thee no injury,
All the paths of life converge into one by
the brink of the great river, beyond whose
flood we know not of.
A time for everything, and everything it
its time. We reap not in seedtime, nor sow
not in harvest.
Contentment and happiness are the golden
sheaves that may be reaped from a litb ot
The more a man follows Nature, and Is
obedient to her liws; the longer he will live i
the farther he deviates from these, the
shorter will be his existence.
Idleness. is an intermediate state between
;r pleasure and pain, and very much unbecotn.
p ing any part of our life after we are out of'
1 the nurse's arms.
Pride is an extravagant opinion of our
own worthiness; vanity is an inordinate do.
1 sire that others should share that opinion,
Better have God for your guardian .than
thy Hank of England for your possession..
You might spend the wealth of the .Indled,
but the infinite riehness of GLody,.at, .c
It is a good' and' safe rulb to sofont'li
every place as if you meant to'wpend `. `"
life there, never omitting an opportunity a
doing a kindness or, speaking a true word oil
making a friend. Seeds thus sown by the
wayside often bring forth an abundant hai.
High plhoes and God's praise do seldem
aigree;: a full cup iS not easily carried with..'
,ut spilling; he that stands on a pinacle
ueed, a clear head andimuch grace.
When we are least moved by heavetly
love we sympathize least with human in~
firmities ; so, also, when we. are fillest of
heavenly Ibve, we are, most compassionate
io human misery, and best fitted to cop.
with the troubles and Infirmities that bespties,
Hel smarts not under poverty whp has
learned.to'be content; he frets not under
aftflhtion who Is submaissive to the 4the,'s
will, and lSys aside his own. .l p ypo
desires within bounds.
God's promises are not exhqustedi when
they'aret'flfilled, for whenu once performed,
theoy stanoJ ust as good as the0 did bPdrI'A
ande mayw'it at sedliod aceomplshmtr
of tlem'.e, Min'i-ploalies, even- atl't bedt,.
are like a elsteria wl u$ holds but a tempo.,'
rary supply'; bitt qIE pomises arer W'
fountath, never ei ,l ever erlrleiowlng,
so you may d '9' from tlhem the~ whole
imeasure of th whieh they'fpparently eon~
tain, and th -bitr bstill is hl atSver.:
O. whiat oyoni thing it isto have's r4f
of heav tun lght in the soulrt'n t6 her
the v voiee of (lGd 'ae'hb' Walks in'jtl~
gar a of ouredoth lii'thh cool of the d
g ta.s, " Sen, th'siThs wbe-bar-l~ "i
iakil forgiven thee." ' ThewI;sjo l
Jaavenly voice mnil-praiseornr heautQ b
;1lamqCt divine. I t' cotleif ae t4 )1l'
equsled by all the 'pleasm~ea, t) i~ be41
the eanoyments this world
have the divine kiss tfa ee 4we t b
robed inthebest robejF eu t
the hbeiveenlysipta i dancing g
saturning prodpilet ;. Weloo[m94S t4