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SNOW LAKEI.S. Snowflake3 fallinh, every falling, Through the gu'nt and lealfie.s trees; Chilly gloom the .oul appalling, A.s the very suowilakes free; Freeze on gable, wall and tower Of the gho:stly church beyond; Freeze on ivy-nm rntled ruin Close beside the Witches' pond, PInd, whose black unholy waters, Shaded by tall dismal Yews, Heave and swell with sullen motion, When no breath of Heaven pursues. Nc'er shall breath of HeIaven linger On this pool so 4 rk .and dread, For a fearf.ul crime lies hidden eep within its murky bed. Namele.'s is the crimnh; forgotten, Save for this unre sting tide :eenming io re:e::et its waters Should so dire a. death-deed hide. Snowfl:akes rest not on its bosom; Fro, .. ne'er splarlle o'er iit face; Birds anti boasts and insce :s shun it, Secking other resting-pl:ace. But the snowflakes still are falling, Whitening all the e trth around; Dark and dense themselve.s appearing, Ere they hover to the ground. Thus oft milessegerl' from IHLeaven, Trials, ,orrows, pains, and tears, Look all black when distant from us; But as each our poor heart nears, Then we find how pure and tender, Sof!' a suowilake to the touch, Proves the trial that: we shrank from, Strove against, and fear'd so much. R. F. Hi. in the " Builder." HOW I EDITED AN AGICULTU'RAL PAPER. c: I did not take the temporary editorship of x anm agriculturtural paper without Inisgivings. " Neither would a landsman take command of ft •a ship without misgivings. But I was in a c.ircumnitauees that made the salary an ob- a: ject. The regular editor was going off for a I oliday, anul I accepted the terms he offered, q and took his place. The sensation of being at work again was fi luxurious, and I wrought all the week with c unilagging pleasure. We went to press, and a 1 waited a dlay with some solicitude to see 1I whether my effort, was going to attract any f; notice. As I left the othice toward sundown, a group of men and boys at the foot of the i stairs dispersed with one impulse, and gave Ii rue passageway, and heard one of the say : ' That's him ! " 1 was naturally pleased h with this incident. The next morning It found a similar group at the foot of the stairs. and scattering couples and individuals " standing here and there in the street, and v over the way, watching me with interest. c The group separated and fell back as I ap- I: proached, and I heard a man say, "Look at his eye ! " I pretended not to observe the i notice I was attracting, but secretly I was. pleased withit, and was purposing to write t an account of it to my aunt. I went up the short flight of stairs, and heard cheery f voices and a ringing laugh as I drew dear .he door, which I opened, and caught a glimpse of two young rural-looking men, 1 whose faces blanched and lengthened when c they saw me, and then they both plunged c through the window with a great crash. I I was surprised. i In about half an hour an old gentleman, 1 with a flowing beard and a fine but rather austere face, entered and sat down at my in vitation. Ile seemed to have something on his mind. He took off his hat, set it on the Iloor, and got out of it a red silk handker cnief and a copy of our paper. He put the paper on his lap, and while he polished his spectacles with his handher chief, he inquired : " Are you the new ed itor?" I said I was. " Have you ever edited an agricultural pa per before?" "No, sir," said I, " this is my first at temtpt." " V.ry likely. Have you had any experi ..nce in agriculture practically .? " " N6; I believe I have not." ",Some instinct told mB so," said the old gentleman, putting on his spectacles and looking over them at me with asperity, while he folded his paper into a convenient shape. "I wish to read you what must have made me have that instinct. It was this editorial. Listen and see if it was you tact wrote it: 1 " ' Turnips should never be pulled ; it in jures them. It is much better to send a boy up and let him shake the tree.' " '" Now, wimt do you think of that ?-for I really suppose you wrote it." "Think of it? Why, I think it is good. I think it is sense. I have no doubt that every 1 year millions and millions of biushels of tur- I nips are spoiled in this township alone by I being piulled in an unripe condition, when, I if they had sent a boy up to shake the tree I "Shake your grandmother! Turnips do I not grow on trees ! " " Oh, they don't, don't they ? Well, who said they did ? The language was intended 4 to be figiurative-wholly figurative. Any body that knows anything will certainly know that I meant the boy should shake the vine." Then this old person got up and tore his paper all into small shreds, and stamped on them, and broke several things with his cane, and said I did nn knon know as much as a cow; and then he went out and banged the door after him, and, in short, acted in such a way that I fancied lie was displeased about something. But not knowing what the trouble was, I could not be of any help to him. Pretty soon after this a long, cadaverous creature, with lanky locks hanging down to his shoulders, and a week's growth of stub ble bristling from the hills and valleys of his face, darted within the door, and halted, motionless, with finger on lip, and head and body bent in listening attitude. No sound was heard. Still he listened. No sound. Then lie turned the key in the door, and came elaborately tiptoing toward me till he was within long reaching distance of me, when he stopped, and after scanning my face with intense interest for awhile, drew a folded copy of our paper from his bosom, and said : "There, you wrote that. Read it to me quick. Relieve me. I sutffr." I read as follows, and as the sentences fell from my lips, I could see the relief come. I could see the drawn muscles relax, and the anxiety go out of the face, aand rest and peace steal over the features like the merect ful moonlight over a desolate landscape: "The guauo is a fine bird, but great care is necessary in rearing it. It should not be imnported earlier than June or later than September. In the winter it should be kept in a warm place where it can hatch out its young. "It is evident that we are to have a back wa :'i season for grain. Therefore it will be well for the farmer to begin setting out his cornstalks and planting his buckwheat cakes in July instead of August. " Concerning the pumnpkin.--This berry is a favorite with the natives of New En gland, who prefer it to the gooseberry for the making fruit-cake, and who likewise give it the preference over the raspberry for feeding cows, as being more filling and fully as satisfying. The pumpkin is the only esculent of the orange family that will thrive in the North, except the gourd and one or two varieties of the squash. But the custom of planting it in the front yard with the shrubbery is fast going out of vogve, for it is now generally conceded that the pump kin as a shade tree is a failure. "Now, as the warm weather approaches, and the ganders begin to spawn - " The excited stranger sprang toward me to shake hands, and said "There, there-that will do. I know I am all right now, because you have read it just as I did, word for word. But, stranger, when I first read it this morning, I said to myself, I never, never believed it before, notwithstanding my friends kept me under watch so strict, but now I believe I am crazy; and with that I fetched a howl that you might have heard two miles, and start ed out to kill somebody-because, you know, it would come to that sooner or later, and so I might as well begin. I read one of them pafragraphs over again, so as to be cer tain, and then I burned my house down and I started. I-have crippled several people, and I have got one fellow up a tree, where I can get him if I want him. But I thought I t would call inhere as I passed along and .t make the thing perfectly certain; and now s it is certain, and I tell you it is lucky for the chap that is in the tree. I sho'uld have killed I lhim, sure, as I went. back. Good-bye, sir; good-bye ; you have taken a. great load off my mind. lMy reason has stood the strain of one of your agricultural articles, and I know that nothing can ever unseat it now. Good-bye, sir." I felt a little uncomfortable about the crip plings and arsous this personI had been en tertaining himself with, for I could not help feeling remotely accessory to them. But I the thoughts were quickly vanished, for the regular editor walked in ! [1 thought to myself, now if you had gone to Egypt as I had recommended you to, I might have had l a chance to get my hand in, but you wouldn't do it, and here you are. I sort of 1 expected you.] The editor looked sad and perplexed and dejected. -1ie surveyed the wreck which that old rioter and these two young farmers had male, and then said, " This is a sad business -' very sad business. There is the muci lage bottle broken, and six panes of glass, and a spitoon and two candlesticks. But that is not the worst. The reputation of the paper is injured-permanently I fear. True, there never was such a call for the paper be fore, and it never sold such a large edition or soared to such celebrity; but does one want to be famous for lunacy, and prosper upon upon the infirmities of his mind? My friend, as I am an honest man, the street out here is full of people, and others are roosting on the fences, waiting to get a glimpse of you, because they think you are crazy. And well they might after reading your editorials. They are a disgrace to journalism. Why, what put it into your head that you could edit a paper of this nature? You do not. seem to know the first rudiments of agricul ture. You speak of a furrow and harrow as being the same thing, you talk of the molt ing season for cows, and you recommend the domestication of the pole-cat on ac count of its playfulness and its excellence as a ratter! Your remark that clams will lie quiet ifanusic be played to them was. super fluous-entirely superfluous. Nothing dis turbs clams. Clams alwags lie quiet. Clams care nothing whatever about music. And, heavens and earth, friend ! if you had made the acquiring of ignorance the study of your life, you could not have graduated with higher honor than you could to-day. I never saw anything like it. Your observation that the horse-chestnut as an article of com merce is steadily gaing in favor, is simply calculated to destroy this journal. I want you to throw up your situation and go. I want no more holiday-I could not enjoy it if I had it. Certainly not with you in my chair. I would always stand in dread of what you might be going to recommend next. It makes me lose all patience every time I think of your discussing oyster-beds under the head of "Landscape Granden ing." I want you to go. Nothing on earth could persuade me to take another holiday. Oh! why didn't you' tell me you didn't know anything about agriculture?" " Tell you, you cornstalk, you cabbage, you son of a cauliflower ! It's the first time I ever heard such an unfeeling remark. I tell you I have been in the editorial business going on fourteen years, and it is the first time I have ever heard of a man having to know anything in order to edit a newspaper. You turnip! Who write the dramatiqunes for the second-rate apers ? Why, a parcel of promoted shoemakers and apprentice apothecaries, who know just as much about good acting as I do about good farming and no more. Who review the books? People who never wrote one. Who do up the.heavy leaders on finance ? Parties who have hqd the largest opportunities for knowing nothing about it. Who criticise the Indian campaigns ? Gentlemen who do not know a war-whoop from a wiigwam and who have never had to run a foot-race with .a toma-, hawk, or pluck arrows out of the . everl: members of their family to build the evening camp-fire with. Who write the temperance appeals and clamor about the ilowing.-bowl k, Folks who will never draw another sober breath till they do it in the grave. Who edit the agricultural papers, you--.din ? Men,' as a general thing, who fall in the poetry line, yellow-covered novel line, city editor line, and finally fall back on agrilcul ture as a temporary reprieve from the poor house. You try to tell are anything about the newspaper business! Sir, I have beet tliroughit from Alpha to Omaha, and I tell you the less "i' inau knows the bigger the noise e makes and the higher.the salary he comnmaans. IIeaven knows if I had but been ignorant instead of cultivlated, and impudent instead of dillidcent, I could have made a name for myvsclf in this cold selfish world. I take my leave, sir. Since I have been treated as you have treated me, I am per fectly willing to go. But I have done my duty. I have fultilled my contract as far as I was permitted to do it. I said I could make your paper of interest to all classes-and I have. I said I could run your circulation up to twenty-thousand copies, and if I had had two more weeks I'd have done it. And I'd have g'iven you the best class of readers thas ever an agricultural paper had -not a thrmer in it, nor a solitary individual who could tell a water-melon tree from a peach vine to save his life. You are the loser by this rupture, not me, you pie-plant. Adios." I then left.-Mark Tw7ain. THE TOWERS OF SILENCE.. The prince of Wales and some of his suite were allowed to visit the famous "Towers of Silence," where the bodies of the dead are exposed to be devoured by vultures. They were the first Europeans who have ever been permitted to enter the gloomy portal of this strange place of sepulture. The towers are five in number, are circular, and are sovwell built that the oldest has stood for 200 years without requiring to be repaired. They are formed of hublge stone slabs well cemented together, and the largest cost £30,000. If It may be assumed that the four other tow'es cost on an average £20,000 each we slhould have a tenth of a million invested in ,thesf buldings alone. Add that Sir. Jamshidje gave 100,000 square yards of land andE defray ed the expenses of a road, and some idea may be formed of the cost of the whole ceme tery. They are under the charge pof the Parsee sect, who are noted for their rigid exclusiveness, and it was something of a sur prise to the natives as well as foreigners that the permisson was granted. The oM in of this very singular method of disposing of the dead is due no doubt toA he: yen eration with which the Parsees regard the elements. Fire is toopuve.tq be po1iiegd py committing corpses to the flames, wyter is anlmost equally venerated, and sol. mother earth. Hence this strange custom has: been adopted by which it is thought none bt the impurities can pollute the elements. , GOLDEN SHEAVES,, Let not sweet slumber close your eyes Before you think thrice; Your train of action through the day Where have your feet found out their wayt,:, What have you learned where'er yoti've bia', What know more that's Worth knowing?, . What have you done that's worth the doing, What have yousought that you should 'shu.~ What duty have you loet undone, Or into what follies run.: These inquiries are the road That leads to virtue and to God'.' 0.+ G. -'Touch not, taste not, that 'lib will corrupt or injure. -Think for y-ourself4aruial tink much more than you talk. .--Nature gives iu vlimnila of, ult, which she always prefaces with flowers. ' -Faith in God,earnest and b.iigfl(rust is an anchor to the soul, and a UeO r.f k on which to cling. -The excesses of youth ar' d tot upon old age, .payable .with interest about fifty years after date.,: -The L9rd hath made a prr6mi6 to late repehtabee, but he hath not made i promisei of late epentance. ,If that h.hartt of ian b not t`Iwed It may be forever from:y; ,-,Our best rule is to give God tlb4.amere place. in our heart thalt he holds in~the m-un verse. -Lifels a shortday bitt iatisioriigday. Activity may lead to evil, btititaetffrI can not lead to good. . -One reason .why the worldh notjarm is, because every man..iotidd baye others make a beglinng, mend nWeare0 t)i4k d h b . self.' S-Character is the et~F~ al t mple tbha eech one begins to rear, yet dea thclny.at qom plete. The liner architecture, the more fit for the indwelling of angels.