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THE HONEST FARMER.
Happy I count the farmer's life. Its various rounds of wholesome toll; An honest man with loving wife, An ofifpring native to the soil. Thrice happy, surely?-in his breast Plain wisdom and the trust in God; liis path more straight fromr,ast to west 'rian politician ever trod. Ilia gains no loss to other men; llis stalwart blows inflict no wound; Not busy with his tongue or pen, He questions truthful sky and-ground. Partner with seasons and the sun, Nature's co-worker; all his skill, Obedience, evrn as waters run, Winds blow, herb, beast their laws fullll. A vlgorous youthhood, clean and bold; A manly nmanhood; cheerful age; Ilis comely children proudly hold Their parentage best heritage. Unhealthy work, false mirth, chicane; Guilt--needless woe, and useless strife O cities, vaJin, insane, insane ? How happy is the farmer's lifel THE H-il I CICIB LE. ROMAN WONEN. They are'the direct oppsite of a German Gretchen, whose blonde tresses'are wound round a gentle, dreamy little head, and whose blue eyes look even\ by day as though they were full-of the soft glimmer of moon light. The Roman woman tyljlies clear de cision. She is the representative of serious and majestic womanhood. Her beauty is ccel ebrated all over the world, and has no rival throughout the rest of Italy. Fair-haired HRunan women are very rare. But the wealth of black locks suits magniflcently with the riclh brownl of their complexions, mellowed by a southern sun, and with the pomegran ate flower red of her lips. Such liveliness as that of the Neapolitan woman and cuoqaet ry are foreign to Roman female nature. These women move like queens, with fine broad-shouldered and broad-hipped figures and flexible waists. They .$o not bend or wave from side to -side as they walk, but glide along with sweeping draperies like so many wandering godesses. These physical attractions are acconmpatnied by a dignified, gracious bearing, and the bal nobit parlare, the noble speech of the Roman woman, is peculiarly fascinating. No one who has once felt the charm of this eloquence, whose deep, fitll tones and tlowing vowels are as harnto inious as flue mnilsic. can ever forget it. Of course the possibilities of all these beautles, dnental and physical, are only in a latent condition anling the the poor peasant wo .mten of the Catnpagna and the female popu hlation of the Trastivere (literally "Beyond 'Piber," the quarter of the city which lies on :the same side of the river as the eastle of St. Angelo and St. Peter's), who seem like line Vplants checked in their growth by untavorn ile surroinding conditions. The rich high 'born beauty blooms and flourishes like the flowers and shrubs in the luxuriant Roman .gardens; the wretched peasant:woman of the Cam pagna is poor. haggard,, -tanned by sun and weather. But her gait, too. is proud her eyes also flame brightly--the fame, alas, with hunger and fever, two maladies hlered. itary in her blood I There is character in her (tatures; and even when her countenance shall be utterly withered anid wrinkled and discolored by years, hard work and weather, it will yet be full of chtaciter, tholtgh it be as ugly.aud hag-like as that of an old witch. Tie lbluutness and disagreeable sharpness which age ihpresses upon -the women of other European counltries are not seen among them. They are all fit to serve as painters'. lmodels. Andi let it u not he suppl)osed thiat the gRayly dressed, dark-eyed girls, ahd thle sham shepherds withdishevelidd locks, whoni one sees in tilhe Via Sistteria itid 0u: the stps of the Trinita de Monte, ort' theatrleally. ,roup ed in the neighborhood of the painters' stu dios, atre not to be folund among themtn. Ro man girls are utterly devoid ot s.ltlmenutal ity, and women oft the Roman populace talk as familiarly of thle latest tragical stabbing as our women tidk.of the last nep novel, and whenever a mant las been killed theyainmne dliately take tihe part f the wretched assassin. There is nothing to be done for the dead ulman, but thi other lintereiting, inuch-to-be compassiomlated criminal1, who has had the aiefortuue to JRill aitBbody, he, indeed, may have need of help and sympathy, for the accursed 6arabinieri are after him, and lhe must not be leftI to fall into their hands. W.heresoever he goes and relates his bloody story lie is sure to meet with shelter. The women press round him full of pity and cu riosity, the children stare at hinl as a hero, the men admire him and help him as best they can. But even in this apparantly cruel and barbarous trait there is a eriain--how shall I say?-a certain practical way of view life, which, directed to proper ends, might lead to good.-T. A. T'rollope. ,JOUINALISTIC INGENUITY. Everybody knows that newspapers keep biographies of most living celebrities ready in type, so that when one of them happens to die his career is in the hands of the public an hour or so after his last gasp. The other day, however, the sudden death of iM. Theirs caught an Italian journal napping, and this is how its editor filled up the void till the lit erary notice of the dead man was written: :l'he sorrow with which we are so suddenly overwhelmed entirely prevents us from say ing anything about this illustrious states man; but when our tears cease to flow, to morrow we shall give an account of his life." D.MESTIC LOVE. Michelet, in his work on "Love," gives this little picture, painted with a:pen and not with a pencil, which might be laleled "An Interior." Every man of letters must have experienced its lidelity to what has oc curred under his own roof. It is a charm ing "bit of domesticity"-a poem or a pic ture, as the reader may choose to view It. But it has all the truth of beauty, and the beauty of truth: A charming thing to observe, which I have often ro marked with pleasure, among my more studious friends, is the infinite del icaary of the young wife, who in a restricted space comes andpoes, and moves round the student, without in the least disturbing him. Any other person would have put him out, but "she," he says, "is nobody." In fact' she is himself, his second'and his better soul. She holds her breath, anaQ steps on 'tip-toe. She glides along the floor. She has such respect for work I In this.you can see what a gentle and quick-sighted creature 'wonumn -is; above all things affeectionate, and feeling in constanpt need of the beloved, object. . It he allows her, she will remain in the room, sewing or.embroidering. 'If not, a thousand occasions or a thousand necessities will oco cur to hteras pretexts to coime into the room.. "What is he doing now? How far has ~6 got? Perhaps lie is working too hard. 'He will 'aunke himself sick !" All this passes ,through her mind. There are many studies to which 'anwit tingly she imparts more than she can take away.. Do you think that the charming electri:ity she communicates in passingyou. lightly touching you with tier dress, goes for nothilg with the artist and the author, if with our tiresome and lncongenial work is opportunely mingled that perfume of the tlower of love which revives everything ? So in old Italian pictures do we see in a death's head a hundred-leaved rose, and death himself seerms to enjoy it. And ahow happy he is to feel that she is there. lie pretends not to see her. He re mains lient over his work, as if absorbed in it., But his heart gains the upper hand, and lie exclaims: "My darling, do not muffle your steps. Your miovements are hartmony, your.voice a rnetody vhich enchants my ear., Your pre-= i~enve sheds its influence upop toy work; it wilt be adorned with yom grace, 1 d'glow with tie ilame o' my gliapitatinz' hdart. Without seeing you, I gttre.sed you were 'here, by the increased ardpor of m'Ework, by t\he hlght vwhich overspread mny split." A thousaid years from' now tlhe~' will say: "His is yet a live book, all warmth and atf fection." And the reason of it all-she was beside you when you wrote it. EVILS OF GOSSIP. We have known a country society which withered away to notidng under the dry rot of gossip oldy. Friendships,' oncices 1iri as granite, dissolved to jelly, and thetn ran aw:ay to water only, becausee of this; love that promised a future as enduring aud. as s:able as truth,' evaporatedt intboLzttdst that turned to a day's long tears, only beatIse of this; at'father and ia 'son were iet foot to foot with the fiery breath of an anger that Would never cool atpa ibetweeu them; :r..,Ni.' e band and a young wife. each straining at the hated leash which in the beginning had been the promise of a God-blessed love, sat mournfully beside the grave where all their love and all their joy lay buried, and all be cause of this. We have seen faith trans formed to mean doubt, joy give place to grim doubt, and charity take on itself the teatures of black malevolence, all because of the fell words of scandal and the magic mutterings of gossip. Great crimes work great wron<gs, and the deeper tragedies of human life spring from the largest passions; but woeful and most mournful are the un catalogued tragedies that issue from gossip and detraction; mournful the shipwreck of ten made of noble creatures and lovely lives by the bitter winds and dead salt waters of slander. So easy to say, yet so hard to dis prove-throwing on the innocent the bur den and the strain of demonstrating their innocence, and punishing thenm as guilty if unable to pluck out the strange stings they never see, and to silence words they never hear-gossip and slander are the deadliest and. cruelest weapons man has ever forged for his brother'sh!eart.-All the Year Rownd. A'MIGHTY HANDY THING. The undomesticated editor of the New port Local thus relates his motrimonial ex perience.: "A -woman is a mighty handy thing to have about the house. She doesn't cost any more to keep than you'll give her, and she'll take a.great interest in you. It you go out at night she'll be awake when you get home, and then she'll tell you all about herself, and nore too. Of course she will know where you've been and what kept you out so late, and will tell you; yet right after she gets through tellhig you that, she will ask you where you have been and %shat kept you out so late. And after you till 'her and she won't believe you, you must4i't mind that; and if, after going to bed, she says she hasn't closed her eyes the whole night, and then keeps up the matinee two hours-longer, and won't go to sleep when she has the chance, you mustn't mind that, either'; it's her nature." WrAT THE OON BSAW. "Yesterday," said the moon to me, "I looked down upon t sinmall court-yard, sur rounded on all sides by houses. TIu tihe court-yard' sat a clucking hen with -eleven chickens; andt a pretty little girl was run ning and junping around them. Tith hen was frightened, and scretamed, and spread out her wings over the little brood. Then the girl's father came out and scolded her; and I glided away and thought no more of the matter. "But this evening, only a few mhintes ago, I looked down into the same court yard. Every thing was quiet. But pres ently the little girl came forth again, crept quietly to the hen house, pushed bacKl 1hie bolt, and slipped into the apartment of the hen and chickens. I saw it quite plainly., for 1 looked through a hole in the iren house wall. I was -angry with the wilful child, and felt glad vhen, her father came out and scolded her more violently than yes terday, holding her roughly by the arm she held down her heAd, and her blue eyes. were full ,of large tears. ' What are you about here? be asked. Shie wepttald said, • I wanted to kiss the lien, and beg her par don fo .frightening her yesterday; but I was astaid to tell you,' "And the. father kissed the Innocent child's forehead, and I kissed her on the mouth and eyes.".-Hn. Ch"ristian Awder THIE MODEL SUBSCIBE3., "Good morning, sir; Mr. Editor, how are the folks to day ? I owe you for n t; year's paper, and 1 thought I'd 'onme in and pa:y;' And Jones is is agoin' to take it and this is his money here, I shut down leadia' it to bilu, and then coaxed hitl to try it a yeour. -And here is a few little Items that hlappened ilttst week in our town; I thought they'td look good for tihe paper and so 1 just jotted 'em down. And here is a baaslet of cherries mty wtfe picked expressly for you ; ail! a small bunch of flowers lromi Jeimiiae-..ts thought she must send something,;too. oYdu'rdoing the politics bully, as all of otrr faimlUt agreetf just keep you're old goose quill a4fiaipphlW and give bad mnan a good one Jor me. And now you are chuck uill of busnless, ant I1 won't be takin' your thie, I'vethagOpftamy own I must 'tend to-good day, sir, I belleve I will climb." The editor sat in his sanctum and brought down his fist with a thump, "God bless that old farmer," he muttered, 'he's a regular jolly old trump." And 'tit thus with our noble profession, and thus Will it ever be still; there are some who appreci ate its labor, and some who perhaps never will. But in the great time that is coming, when 'Gabriel's trumpet shall sound, apd they who have labored and rested, shdll come from the quivering ground; whenh they who have striven and suffered to teach and etinoble the race, shall march at the head of the column, each one in his God-giv en place. As they march through the ghtes of the city with proud and victorious tiead, the editor and his assistants will travel not tar from the head. ·e - ' *- ·' - 1 . A MOUSTACHE CUP. The Rockland Courier tells of a yohtit man with a fragile moustache who went in to a crockery store and said to the proprie tor, "A moustache cup, please." "Ceetain ly, sir," responded the proprietor with alac rity; "What style dOes he prefer ?" "'It's for myself,"' returned the young man, fGwn ing sligitly. "Eli ?" excltimed the pkopri. etor, in great 'surprise, staring at the cus tomer. *'1 want it for myselt," repeated-the young 'tnau, sharply. The proprietor turn ed away hi a'.Af~zed 'manner, and In -his ex cessive be wildermeut handed downa gilt edgeil cup bearing the inscription, "To my child." The young man loQked at it for a moment in speechless astitiishnent, 'and shot out the door, 20L'tWN aFRRIZN3IS. Never east aside your friends, if by any possibility you can retaiin them. We are the weakest of spendthritts if, we iet` ofe push away another, or if we hold alootiefron one through petty jealousy or 'bdlees slight or roughness. 'Would you throw away a diamond because it pricked oo't One good friend is not to be weighed a ln.t the jewels of the earth. If, there Is' coo te or unkindness between u~ letiussbomeh tih.e to face and have it ouit. Quick, i$fod teie love grbws cold! Life is too shojrt toq - rel in, or to entry block thoughtts of fl8ete . It is easy to lose a friend, but at new onewilt not conim for the ealling, nor tJfk for the old one. MoRE BLAClUxMALTi,.--n oldi.1h itar n having an apple-stand Otin ,Woo4da i.v nue, was yesterday approte!hed by a i:t'l gry4looking lad, who asked .; " Say, ain't yougol ~i to f.inima ap pie?" "I'll give yon 'to the Statih n frat I,'11 waS the gruff reply. . : " You declare war, 1d you? All fight, my old Imack bhoti: I'l. .iand right.bhert for' the next'hour and tell e'verybody thatayon spit on your.aapple and then burnish 'i ion' your greasy old coat ·leeve I Wel'l see who'll come out~ahead In this mad.~;ugº gle !" . The boy did.. He got his 'applei: Ari, ee-. GO:DEN SHEAVES. S rfi4pgdship, likg 10e, la bt nameht Ufloss to one you stint the lame; The child who many fathers :hit# Hath seldom shown a .ti'@i$ #e. , 'Tis thus ih friendahip: whl depead On manuy rarely find a friend. -Live for s~rite purpose. --We cannot build a brl4ge t th· e c fuds. -The world' -i just as ': p.onda . earl makes It. -He that keeps his. shop, htl shop will keep hJm. . --Thh'e tongue three lnches long ,n. kill a man six feet high. : --lie that cannot bear with other peO let9 passions. cannot govern his own. -Hlie th,%t by the plow would tbrivetghtm self must either ,1old or irlive. -Deprive yourself of tnothmg. neceaaryg to Comfort, but live nl an ouhorabli a o' plidlty and regularity. P-=Pride drives a way the tears of ang*r ani vexation; hulmility those of grief 'wre one is Indiguant that.we should stRl r; th other ethtins us by reminder that wedelerv0 v oth ihg else. - -Kindnesses do not always produce whati we expect; from a #lttid which wq' hato they are regarded as irit'ee.; the, miore o; lavials upon one wio may hate us, tl.`' arms we give ldmntºl"owihes to 4efl .