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THE HOE CIIRCLE.
Written for the Rocky Mountain Ilusbandman.] THLE DYING YEAR, , Full knee-deepl liei the winter snow, And the winter winds are wearily sighing, Toll ye tihe church bell sad and slow, And treatl softly and speak low, For the Old Year lies a dying, Old Year, you must not die;. You came to us so readily, You lived with us so steadily, Old Year, you must not die. How hard lh breathes, over the snow I hea. rl just now the crowing cock. The shaldows fl;cker to and fro; The cricket chirl)s ; the light burns low; 'Tis nearly twelve o'clock. Shake hands before you die, Old Year, we'll dearly rue for you,. WYhat is it we can do for you? Speak out before you die.'' Ah! it he could only speak before he dies tIear me, ntany of us, would feel inclined to hide our faces in shame, remembering our zmany misdeeds and mistakes, the broken vows and long ago forgotten resolutions ',hich he would bring to mind. In the salJy days of his sojourn we so often gol;ght that we would be so much more iLtflt, thann we had been during the life time o: his predecessor, but now alas, we feelh)' recreant we have been. A year ago w vý were full of good resolutions. A year ago ; how mournfully and tenderly the words flwv as to soule solemnn music ! Long, long ago in ight seemn sadder ; but as life for ever moves on, t;ie present is soon as surely gone as that far racist that seems to us al most a dream. The hand we grasped but yesterdty is now to u $ a shadow, the reality iar away; the voice tha',t was sweet music to our ears hath ceased, and at best we can on ly keep faint echoes that mnxst soon sleep as deeply. So all the past is long ago, the near as truly distant, and we stLrt when we think how soon to our forgetting heart "for ever" founds scarcely longer than " a year ago." We think of the friends who gathered around us but a short year ago, and now where are they? " SAome now are in t he church-yard laid, some sleep beneath the" sea." Some have matried and gone to new homes and new ties, and now there are none beside me, as I watch the old year's life flicker out; none to join me hi making new covenants and imploring strength to keep therm, thinking of past mercies and praying forfuturegood. Thinking of past mercies 1 feel coustrained to exclaim, " Hitherto, hath the Lord helped us," and in the words of the poet: "With throbbing heart and yet with hope I pause, and turn mine eye to cast, For one long look a down the slope That joins the present to the past; And let my gaze again review The path my steps have traveled o'er, The Lord hath helped us 'hitherto, Will he not help us evermore ? By desert waste, o'er billows dread, Through shadow vales, o'er mountain steep, By countless snares and pitfalls spread, Where chasms yawn and serpents creep; 'Midst adversaries bold and strong, The hosts of darkness pressing through, The way was rough, and sad and long, But God has helped us hitherto. Yet looking backward, I can spy Some shady bowers, cool and sweet, Where when the noontide sun was high, We passed to rest our tired feet; And found that in the desert sprung, Murnumring the weary journey through, Andrl lowers culled the wilds among, Showed that He helped us hitherto. Still looking back, I see the frown, That hovered on ihe mountain's snow, Changed by the sunshine to a crown, Whose glory floods the vales below; And on the forest shadows drear, Inscribed in light tl.C e words we view, .! Wreathed in gems from many a tear, The Lord hath helped us hitherto:" Thbn turning me, I fix my eyes on the ysterious path before me, and; taking cour SI feel that we can press onward until ath's unfolding gates ireveal the open door heaven. As I think of the miany losses that have en ustaiised during the lifetime of the ir Year, not the least in my mind are the tly treasures that death has snatched a--of the many gaps made in home cir ar 1!whd can calculate the heart's rning for those w:o have gone before ! Sma % y.-Yiives have- been'sudden ly and bitterly bereaved, and we now see them in widow's weeds. Who can know how much and how sadly they miss the strong arm upon which they leaned(; the true faith which they lknew could never for sa-ke them ; the well known foot-steps they flew so gladly to meet, and the dear voice that uttered their name with a tenderness none other eo..ld give it. T}re fond, loving husband misses the sweet face at the win dow; the dear form in the door-way-a spirit bright and blest that watches for his coinng more constant than the rest; the cheerful words spoken in such soothing tones; the smile, sweetest on earth to him. All these are now gone, and his life and heart are desolate indeed. The mother misses the patter of little feet all day long, and the soft touch of little fingers about her face; while the father yearns in vain for the strong arm of his cherished son, upon which, fondly though vainly, he hoped to lean in his declining years. It has been beautifully said of the constant diminishing of the home circle by the lapse of years : "It is broken and bro ken, and then closed up again; but every break and close makes it narrower and small er. Perhaps before the sun is at its merid ian,.the majority are on the other side; the circle there is as large as the one here, and we are drawn contrariwise and vibrate be tween the two. A little longer and almost all have crossed over, until at length you see nothing but an aged pilgrim standing alone on the river's brink, and looking earn estly toward the country beyond." As I talk the old year is slowly but surely passing away-the life-tide is ebbing slowly away, and the death-damp on his cold brow is gathering fast. And as the pendulum numbers the flying moments as they pass, I hear a whisper-" Hle will pass away when the tide goes out." Ah ! when the tide goes even so do we all pass away. When the tide goes out from sea-girt lands it bears on its bosom the white-winged ships, laden with tihe nation's freight, and how often the treasures are given to the mermaid's care, aL'd the stranded ships sail no more; but of all that drift from shore to shore, the most preci ouss is the human soul on its mysterious voyage to Eternity. Floating away to the land thit is very far off; like the fated ship, it .nn retturn to us no more. S:&.ddest :imd most solemn of all is a soul pausihlg whctre unknown waters roll. Ah! where :hall Itle surging current tend, when tihe tide of life roes out ? Let us pray for our parting spirit, fervently pray while the tide of litfe i s slowvy ebbing away, that our souls may wing their flight to sunnier climes. Let us pray that the sails of our bark may be furled by angel hands, on the golden strand of a brig'hter, hal;pier land, and, knowing that we c.an return no more, may the friends who stand around us wish us joy and a fair voyage, witih calm, sv eet skies and a favoring breeze-when the tid'e goes out. The clock is striking--one--two-thre3- at last 'tis twelve; a gasp, a shudder, anti the old year is gone. God help and pity us all. PANDORia. "AANxIous "sends to the New York Trib une the following matrimonial problem, which, she says, is based upon "actual facts ".:-" In 1864 Mr. A married Miss D. Hie went abroad, and was compelled to marry Mliss C in order to says his life. On his re turn to America he found that his first wife (B) was d(lead. lie t!ien married Miss D. -Ie went abroad a nd (lid not return until 1866. He called on his third wife (D), and was shown to the door. She (D) had heard about B and C, and threatened him (A) with arrest. ]Being nominally a widow and having fright ened A into silence, she married Mr. E. Mr. A then married F, who had the rare discre tion to die promptly. Now if D was not A's wile firom the fact that C was alive when A married D, is E to be regardled as D's husband? Is D A's wife or E's?" Try Luke xx., 34. and consult editor of the Des eret News, Salt Lake, TrHE match-makers are busy this winter. A new wrinkle just out, is the wristlet par ties. The ladies furnish the wristlets, and each pair is numbered. One of each pair is put into a box and sold to a gentleman, the correspoudin(g number being worn by a la ldy. After the purchase the gentleman seeks his mate by number, and to the lady le is einganged-at least for thatevem~iig' There is fun in it t;'. FOR THE THOUGHTLESS. We have probably all of us met with hi stances ii, which a word heedlessly spoken against the reputation of a woman has been magnified by malicious minds, until the cloud has become dark enough to overshad ow her whole existence. To those who are accustomed-not neeessarily from bad mo tives, but from thoughtlessness-to speak lightly of women, we recommend these hints as worthy of consideration. Never use a lady's name in an improper place, at an improper time or in mixed company. Never make assertions about her you think are untrue, or allusions that you feel she herself would blush to hear. When you meet with m~u who do not scruple to make use of a woman's name in a reckless and unprincipled manner, shun them, for they are the worst members in the community-men lost to every sense of honor, every teeling of humanity. M.any. a good and worthy woman's character has been forever ruined, and her heart broken, by a lie. A slander is soon propagated, and the smallest thing derogatory to a woman's character will fly on the wings of the wind, and magnify as it circulates, until, its mon strous weight crushes the poor unconscious victim. Respect the name of woman, mother and sisters are women, and as you would have their fair name untarnished and their lives unembittered by the slanderer's biting tongue, heed the ill: that your own words may bring upon the mother, the sister or the wife of some fellow creature. A PUNCTILIOUS BRIDE. Pleasant. Valley, Iowa, has developed an uncommonly punctilious young lady, says the St. Louis, Republican. She lived near enough Davenport to catch the manners of the town and a city beau into the bargain. She put style on her beauty, andi as is gen erally the case with suburban belles, overdid it. Her wedding day was set, and her'fath er'shouse was thronged with seventy gtests who were invited to witness the ceremony and sit down to the wedding feast. The groom and his friends were there on time, and the hour was five o'clock in the after noon. It was now first discovered: that the groom had forgotten to provide himself with a pair of gloves. Gloveless and ashamed he stood in that brilliant, expectant com pany, What was to be done? The town was a long way off, the night was growing dark, and the roads were bad; the shops would be closed, too, before the city's cen ter could be reached. The groom's next friend offered to lend him the lacking attire, but he nobly refused to appear in borrowed "toggery." He was willing to take time by the forelock and be married without gloves; but the bride positively refused to marry without gloves. He sat down in a pet bof perplexity, and she flirted out of the room. IIere was a marriage mess, and sev enty guests in waiting. Two of the bride's brothers mecunted fleet steeds and' galloped to town through a storm of mud, to get a pair of gloves. In the meantime, the wed d,'lg guests slumbbred and slept. About mnidtlight the gloves came. No maitter if they -'ere a mile too small, they were reg ulation k.'ls, and that was enough to satisfy the whimslcal belle. She was married to white kids, a;. d the feast went on. ABOUT DREss- The chloie Of colors is one that requires some t.'oightl and experience. The brilliant shades that were fashionable at one time, faded very rapidly. The dark er ones now worn, even 1i" stum'er, are much more durable. Black, brown'u and dark green are, perhaps, the mnost eco nomical colors for dresses; lavender, aL'd some shades of gray, the feanst so. Na-' vy-blue wears well in good materials; in cheap ftabrics it soon begins to look grayish. The bluer shades of prune are durable, but the redder tints soon become hard and dis agreeable. Cream-cojer is rather more economical than white, though in large towns the sweets observe a strict impar tiality towards bct!h. In buying materials for making or trimnming bonnets or hats, the very best must always be choseu. A good felt hat may be worn for two winters, whereas a cheap one betrays itself in two monthis. It is not necessary to buy silk vel .et.at five dollars a yard], but it should not cost less than three dollars. If lace be used it should be good, though' it need' not be real; '. HOW HE FOOLED THEM. A very amusing incident occurred ao a Fort Wayne railway train on Saturday af ternoon. Just before one of the aooommo dations pulled out from the Federal streat station a well dressed, respectable looking individual, slightly the worse for a little " taun," entered one of the cars, approached a lady who was occupying part of a seat, and said : " Madam, is thi (hic) is seat taken?" The lady very pleasantly answered, "No, sir.' '" Madam, may I si (hie) it down ?" " Yes, sir, you may." The boosy individual took a seat, a-d is a few moments the train started. He sat seemingly contented and happy, for a few minutes. All at once he threw his arms about his fellow-traveler and kissed her vehemently several times. A number of passengers in the crowded: car, at this became greatly incensed. The fellow kept up his loving method of proced ure, and the lady appeared to be resisting him as best she could. Finally, some of th most determined of the passengers made a simultaneous bounce for the boosy man. One individual raised a window, aniL it lookr ed as if the fellow was going to hunt terra firma, when he suddenly seemed to take in', the situation. LEGEND.-This word is a ctrious lnstance" of the testimony such a word may bear against a whole system, of teaching or of practice. Of cburse every Latinist knows' that in its most literal signification, " lo gend" means " something to be read." It' was applied in the first instance to the things which were to be' read in monasteries and nunneries, in the 'early days 'of Romanism.: These readings were for the instruction eo" pecially of priests, and with a view to fit them a for preaching to the people. They were not in the Bible, but in the lives of saints--those' marvelous, often absurd stories, by which a Papacy has soright in all ages to justify its claim to miraculbus gifts, and sdto a special divine mission. These readings were called "'legends" at first, because they were "rea dfngs;" but they in due- time' came to' be' called' "legends ;" because they werf such manifestand enormous lies. And the word so changed ii its meaning continues to have that signification still -" Please accept a lock of my hair," said a bachelor to a wido*w, handing her a large' curl. "'Sir," she replied, "'"you had better give the whole wig." "Madam," he re sponed, "you'are very biting indeed, con sidering"that your teeth are porcelainf" A petrified honeycomb is the latest Sacra mento novelty. The combs are full of honey, all of which is enveloped in solid stone. GOLDEN SHEAVES. -Ju.tice consists in doiing no' injury to mendecency, in giving them no offense. -A wise man will always be contented with his condition, and will live rather according to the precepts of virtue than' according to the customs of his country.--Antiathenea. -You cannot be buried mnobscurity; you are exposed upon a grand theater to the view of the world. If your actions are up right and benevolent, be assured they will adgment your power and hanppiness.--Cyru,. -God chooses that meni should be tried; but let a mail beware of tempting his neigh bor. God knwivs how and how much, and where and when. Man is his brother's keeper and mist keep him according to his knowledge.-.. Macdonald. As we look to Christ in prayer and converse with him through his gospel, we shall find new and better dispositions growing up w'ithin us; bolier habits of thoulght collect, ing an'ud inereasing-na power over sin that is an ealrnest of future tritnmphs--a pleasure in studyiao the divine dispensations discov ering firesh tr:ccs of wisClom and goodness and anl activity i. every duty to God and man.--Charles Wolf. A SmIp on the broad boistrou! and open ocean ncedeth no pilot. Bat it dare not venture alone on the placid bosom of a little river, lestjt be. wrecked by some hidden rock. Thus it is with lite. 'Tis not in our open, exposed deeds that we need the still voice of the silent monitor, but in the small, secret, e.veryday acts of life, that conscience warns us to beware of the hidden shoals of what we d(leei too commoti to be' danger;ls,