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THE HOIE CIRCLE.
'TIS HOME WHERE THE HEAT IS. 'Tis home where e'cr the heart is, Where o'er its loved ones dwell. In cities, or in cottages. Throug'd haunts or mossy dell. The heart's a rover ever, A nd thus on wave and wild, The maiden with her lover Walks, The mother with her child. 'Tis bright where e'er the heart is, Its fairy spell can bring Fresh fountains to the wilderness, And to the desert spring.' Green isles are in the ocean, O'er which affection glides, A haven each sunny shore, When love's'the sun that guides. 'Tis free where e'er the heart is, Nor chains, nor dungeons dim IMay check the minds aspiring thoughtj The spirit's pealing hymn. The heart gives life its beauty Its glory and its power ; ' Tie sunlight to its rippling stream, And soft dew toits flowers. Written for the Rocky Mowistdsa b[beaImdmi. BELLZ b3 391 . BY S. A. M. MOSS. There livedlln merry mEngl , "onee Dp on timne,"' six noble barons, in six lordly tastle, 'taLd each baron was noted for some tonderful.tdng. One had so much money hcould not cet it; another was so band sohe he daily feaid falling in love with himilf-; a third'so gost he was neither sat Isfied with his own life om that of any other pIrson; a fourth so smart hR never knew of anything he could not do ; a ith so wise he Bever heard of anything he did not know; and a sixth so stingy that he never wort his shoes unless in the presence of another per. sol. Each lived alone, with the exception of his servants, or at times when there were great merry-makings and guests came from afar. On such occasions the graid castles were ablaze with light, and teen from the valleys, resembled six hug vonl-nres uunnU upon six lofty cragq. In the valley below I1iid a peasant named Gerrish, who had sqe .,beautilt daughter, called Bell Breton.' It may saem singular that this was so, but it happened in this way : One day' the peasant was huntiig in the wood. Hearing the ciies of an infant. lie hastened in the direction from whence they proceeded and arrived just in time to rescue the babe from the jaws of a fierce wolf that stood ready to devour her. Care fully bearing his little charge he hastened home, and when the peasant women came to see and admire the exceediip , beauty of the child, each declared her' f'I' to be #he belle of Breton, and so, no fitter name *as ever found, and she.grew up under the name of Belle Breton. Like Romulus and 'Remus of old, she flourished under the care of her foster-pa rents, and as she knew none other, loved them devotedly, and never dreamed as she spun at her wheel or performed any other menial task, that her beauty and surround ings were ill adapted to each other: It chanced one day that the baron who was so very rich, and whose name was Korr, was riding through the wood. Departing from the beaten path, he lost his way, and after many ludicrous mishaps and adven tures, reached and halted at the Gerrish cottage. The peasant and his wife were ab sent and Belle Breton sat alone at her wheel singing and spinning. She had a marvelously sweet voice, sweet as that Ulyses heard at Calypso, and her hair was yellow as gold ; her eyes blue and bright; her complexion white as milk, while her cheeks were red as the reddest rose. Now, the heart of a baron does not nee essarily differ from that of other men, and the baron was not proof against so much beauty and innocence. lie therefore greet ed her with such greeting as became a lady, while he mentally called the maid his own. ut wooings do not always bring wed .gs, Wnd when the baron had wooed her in court. y fashion, spoken of his gold and Jewels, hd the grandeur of his castle, and told her. 'the honor he wished to confer upon her " making her his wife, she, with ready wit I one of woman's'little willful ways, re. " Like should mate with like. You have called me a queen among women, and as such, I shall wed among men .with. nope of less rank than a king." All the baron's entreaties failed to change her decision. Jestingly she told him that man's love was like a rainbow-as bright, as many hued, and as lasting-that his love, as it came with the sudshine, would yanish with the shadow, meaning that it would last but a day. But when, upon departing, he asked for one tress of her yellow hair, she kindly gave it, and he. turning his face toward her as he was abayr to depart, said: ' Each night, at the loftiest window, in the loftiest tower of my castle, a bright light shall burn until my love for you is ended or I am dead." Then he rode sorrowfully away. Belle Breton, returning to her work, found her lonely task no longer ligiht. A knowledge of beauty and power had instantly given birth to a craving for something beyond her present humble life, and as the shadows began to fall, and the peasant and his wife came not, she lighted the fire and sat mus ingly thinking, while the one-eyed eat blink ed and noded at the red coals. '*If only my god-mo ther were a fairy," she said half aloud, and on the instant a lit tie did woman stood before her. Belle nev er could tell whether she hopped out of the fire or in at the door, so sudden and unex pected was her appearance. "What wish, my lassie?" said she. "I am your god-mether, and just the best-na tured fairy the kingdom affords." r "A fairy! You look more like a witch," Sexclatimed Belle, glancing from' the pointed e green shoes she wore on her feet, to the pointed green cap she wore on her head, and thence to the huge yellow bag full of gold she carried in her hand. " But, pardon my rudeness, god-mother," she continued, "and , give me such gift as you think I shall most need in life." " She who designs wedding a king must needs have the adornments of a queen," re plied the fairy. "'This will bring to you tiJ, fisamnent of seven wishes," and she dropped what seemed to be a smooth white pebble into the hands of the del!ghtedritrL " Wist, not too soon, wait not too long, nor fortget that even a jest may hide a truth."' She spoke, and vanished as suddenly as she had come. Belle had hardly time to slip the pebble into her pocket when the peasant and his wife appeared. " Father, mother, 'why so late," she ques tioned, but the peasant only said : "Give us some supper, good last, and soon thou. shalt know all, for we have been to talk with Merlin, the great enchanter, 'the most famous man of all these times.' " As Belle hastily prepared the frugal metl she was tempted to wish 'for a table loadid with the best the land afforded, but the words, " wish not too soon," rang ia.beer ears, and she repelled the thought. The days fled on, and by chance or for tune, the second baron came, saw, loved, and Wooed according to his nature ; but his wooing sped slowly, for Belle only smiled up at him with her bright blue eyes, and refused to wed hin, even though he was the tairest of his race; and he sighed at parting: "Alas, for the honor of my name, 'that I, a baron, should be rejected by a peasant maid;, alas, tor the honer of my name "' When there is a third, it always follows the second, and so it was in the case of the. good baron, who in time fell in love with Belle Breton. " Beauty is a good," said he, " but goo& ness is a power. Honors are as nothing to a soul like mine, and now my beautiful one, it you will but consent to share my lot in life I may yet become, what the Creator in tended all mortals to be, fit to dwell on earth so fair." But Belle Breton could not realize the sublime greatness of such a life, and the good baron rode away. But time never stops for loves or lovers ; so it was that, in the course of time, as Belle Breton was milking a goat one day at' twilight, the tourth baron rode up tq.the cottage. The peasant was at home, and the baron, dismounting trom..ldis horse, began to tell of his marvelous exploits, both by land and by sea, and of his perilous encoun ters with " bandit earls and eaitilf knights," though it was well known by every peas. pnt in the land that he had never been fifty I Mlles from his own castle. a His hearers listened attentively and in 1 silence, but when the baron asked of the c peasant Gerrish the hand of his daughter in t ar'riatge, he replied: 1 " The hand of the lass is her own, and if I ye ask her she may give ye." ir .But when the baron had asked Belle her self, to share in his future life and exploits, she replied with no little disdain that "so brave a man must needs have a brave wife, else he were unhappily wedded." And he also journeyed up the hills as he had come down, alone. (Concluded next week.) TACT. t was once Causeur's good fortune to upend a few days in the modest home of a .&phd of slender meanes-home that was all thkt its owner could afford to make it, yet liked many thinrs that w6uld have made it fore comfortable and convenient. Dur ing Causeur's stay two guests we" enter tained at tea' both of them men of i.ens and wide acquaintance,'iceustdi medd ti i/all the utlithy that wealth can give. 'gut they we e widely different in their behavior. The first dwelt upon thE fatt that the house was in hti out-ot-the-way spot, and that there were few or no neighbors. At the table he told of the delicious tea he had drank at the borse of one friend, of the rich tea-service that he had seen' upon the table of another, ot the rare old china that was used in his own household, and of the dainty meals he hsa ekten from it. In the cramped little sittitag room, after tea, he sat by the stove and talked of the delights of an open wood fire, of his enjoyment of rare and costly bosl and pictures, and of twenty other things that the host of whose hospitality be had partaken did not and could not possess. Whten he had gone it was clear, although nothjr.g was said, that his visit had caused pain:; that ithad,.made the wile feel her straittsed circumnstances more keenly than ever,`and cast a shadow over her husband's Sthoughts. The next evening came the oth er visitor.. He brought good cheer in his Svery.'e, T-'I. rourm, he said, felt Warrm and go.i~'table alter his walk, which, he added, was just the thing to give a mnan a good appetite for his supper. At table he congratulated his host on haying such a sung little home, spoke of everything that was nice. anolosrized for eatinr so much. but couldn't help it, because it was "so good" and tasted so home-like," liked the old black tea-pot, because it was just like the one his mother had when he was a boy, and told his hostess, who was all smiles and as happy as a queen, that she ought to thank her stars that she had no gas or fur naee to ruin the flowers that made her rooW look so cheerful. After tea he insist ed that the children Ahould not be put to bed. 'just yet;" said he wanted to tell thet hstory, as he did; and when he had done and kissed them good-night, they trudged off up stairs with beaming faces, under the guidance of a mother who felt that a ray of real sunshine bad entered her home, making it better and happier tor all time,-Boston Transeci'pt. WANT OF COURAGE. A ,eat deal of talent is lost to the world for tje want of a little courage. Every day -aends to the grave a number of qbscure men, who have only remained in obscurity -because their timidity has prevented them makilg the firlsteffort, and who, if they could have been induced to begin, would in all pr bability, have gone great lengths. in the .e oft fame. The fact is, in order to do anything in this world that is worth do ing we must -not stand shivering on the brink, and think of the cold and danger, but jurpp in and scramble as w3 can. It will not do to be perpetually calculating risks.' pod adjusting nice chances. It did very. uell before the flood. when a man could ionsult his friends upon a publication for 159 years, and then live to see Its success for sil or seven centuries afterwards ; but. at present, a itan waits, and doubts, and he.itajs, and consults his brother, and Iis uncle., and his particular friends, till one dway: be finds-that he is sixty years of age; that he has lost so much time in consulting first c.lsins and particular friends that he has time left- to follow their advice. There is such little time for over-squeam ishness at present, the opportunity so easily slips away, the very period of his life at which man chooses to venture, if ever, is so, confined, that it is no bad rule to preach up the necessity,' inu such lustances, of little vio. lence done to feelings, and of effbrts made in defiance of striot and sober calculation. Sidney Smith. AN ASTONISHED EDITOR. An exchange says: We find upon our table one of the newest pictures.. It is beau. titfl in design, small, but showing great ar tistic skill in its make up. The prevailing colors are green and black, the two blend ing so harmoniously that the effect is pleas ing m the highest degree. We shall not, of course, presume to give an -eXact descrip. tion of this picture, but some of the chara-o ters look so noble, so striking, that we. can not refrain from describing them. The head-center, or rather the hero of the ple ture, holds in his left hand a banner, In hib riglhthand a sword; his hat is thrown on the ground, his head is thrownlback, his left foot extended, and taken altogether, his appearance is that of. one challenging an other to mortal combat, waiting for the other fellow to knock off the chip. His eyes are cast Upwards, resting on the word fl_. Hellh! what's thiis Great snakes if i sn't a five dollar bill ! We took it for some new kind of a Christmas chromo that had eome in the mail. But we see how it is--ether our devil has been robbing a baak, or some s delinquent subscriber has been consoleene. 3 stricken. e Curious Comments by 'a Judge, even. a j the presence of the prisoner, though ex. tremely rare, are iuot utuprecedented. Mr. r Justice Maule once addressed a phenome. e non of innocence in a smock-frock in the fbi fl lowing words : "Prisoner at the bar, your h counsel thinks you Innocent; the counsel I for the prosecution thinks you innoceeft; r and I think you innocent. But a Jury men otyour own countrymen, in the exer else of such common-sence as they possess, *which does not seem to be much, have s found you, 'guilty ;' and It remains that I e should;pass upon you the sentence of .law. e T.hat sentence is that you be kept in Inpris a onment forone day; and, as that day was te yesterday, you may now go about your bush a ness." The uftrtnate rustic, rather scared, it went about his business, but thought that i, law was an uncommonly put~ihg thing. FREE Kirk Minister (to his elder)-"Jobns, I should like you to intimate that on MWi. day next I propose paythng pastoral visit in the High and North strteet, in which I`lope to embrace all the servant girls of the 40.. gregatlon in that district 1" His wife (whoiR he'd lately married from the South)--"You shall do nothing of the kind, sir! Let me see you dare to-!" THa late Mr. McNab, curator of the Ed. inburg Botanic Garden, was once taken to see Dubufe's painting of Adam and Eve and was asked for his opinion. "I think no great things of the paint," said the gprat gardener. "Why, man, E vb's tmptla' A&dO am wi' a pippin. of a variety that wasat known until about twenty years ago!" 1 GOLDEN SHEAVES. From the rolling wave to wave we press Adown Time's flowing tide, To that great sea Forgettfluese, And its bosom hide. -Truth is an immortal flower. -Tears are due to human misery. -Sihun had gains, losses in disguiCe, -As the heart is, so is love to the heart. -Sooner or later the hour of trial comes to everyone. -Mistakes mada in early life are some times never rectified. -If laughter Is the daylight of thd soul, a smile is its twilight. -Single-mrinded men always suqo ed. The wedge. says Carlyle, will rend rooks, but its edge must be sharp and single ; if it be double, the wedge is bruised in pieces and will redid nothing. -Nei'er be too opinionated to accept good advice, by whomsoever otered. Yet you must think for yourself. It is well to listen to the expressed thoughts of others, and it is an agreeable pastime give expression to your own thoughts; but when alone weigh what you have said.