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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.. EuME. 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 him home. Earth knows not a sweeter theme nor dearer spot than our childhood's happy home. 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 for them.. 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 famunily hearth. 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 less indifference. 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 tell how. 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.. DISCONTENT. 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 lbr's. 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 please. 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 POUT.a1, GOLDEN SHEAVES. Love knows a hidden path. Little and often will drain the purse. The path of duty leads to a house of plea*. tre. Forsake not thine own nor thy father's friend. Who can tell the weight of his neighbor's burden. Make thy sea mark by the shipwreck of others. 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 good works. 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 never exhaust. 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. vest. 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