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From the Waverly Magazine.
"Ho who fur lore has undergone
The worst that can befal,
Is happier, thousand fold than one
Who never loved at all.
A grace within his heart has reigned,
That nothing else can bring :
Thank Ood for all that I have gained
By that high Buffering."
.Days wove weeks, weeks wore busy
twiuing months,' and long, weary months
shadowed thenisolveB into years, and yet
Allan Everard, with his fair loy, dwelt at
Rosedcll. The cottage was the same ;
every Spring the vines were trained anew
the garden walks ornamented with brill
iant flowers every thing without present
ed the Bame aspoct as when its owner first
came ; and within, to an unpractised eye,
there was no change. Stranger hands
kept the white curtain pure, and free from
soil stranger hand adorned the child,
and the Bamo casa'and quiet elegance was
disccrnable bs all. Each morning the va-
BJ8 were filled with fresh floral offerings;
each evening there went up a sweet hymn
tof praise to the glorious Giver of life and
uinumbered blessines. and vet in the
hoart'a deep recesses there was a fearfu
Sunday came, with its Lalm for the
world-wounded spirit with its zephyr-like
BtlllneBB, and gently tolling bell, bringing
liours of blessed rest, and then, band in
hand, walked Allan Everard and his child
to the village church. lucre was one
wanting beside them there was a vacant
seat in the pew ; there was an unopened
hymn book, whose rich, golden clasps bore
the name of "Lucy Everard j" and their
hearts inwardly lingered for a liquid, mel
ting tone to rise with them in triumphant
praise, or gently sink in prayer one whos
imago time could not obliterate, nor ab
eence mar forgotten, and yet held in
memory. i
Aud if possible, it was felt still more
acutely at home. There was an ever lin
gering for tho look, the smile, and the
words that came in oielody in former days
a feeling of anxious expectation and
liopo deferred, thatJio heart experienced
but would' not own. There wero times
when the father painfully longed to hear
his child's lips utter "mother" once more,
as if to break the heavy stillness that un
consciously hung round his heart. There
were tirucB when the boy's young brow
grew thoughtful, and his lips quivered in
' intonBO emotion; but thoughts died ere
utterance gave them birth. Ho ueither
wished nor asked for her, but clung closer
to his father, as if in that love he would
drown all thoughts of his early bereave'
xnent. ' '.
The villagers remembered when he had
first brought the fair face and fragile form
of' her he called his wife, among them,
und when they gazed upon her fair child,
they whiapered, "Such as him wero not
fcr tliis world j" but they spoke not her
name in his presence ,
Four years since, the foot-fall of Lucy
Everard had echoed at Itoscdcll, and the
boy of half a dozen summors had number!
ed nearly half a score. He hud beon bird
flower and sunshine, concentrated in his
father's path. Ho had roamed the deep
woods, read . from the Bame book, slept
upon his bosom, prayed at his knee, and
bharcd ulone and undivided, love's fond
carets, until father aud child had, lis it
Werci grown into one life.
,1110 nana oi uou was laid heavily on
Allan Everard. Had he Been his cottage
home despoiled the spot ' so tacrcd to
incuiory made a haunt for decay, and tho
owlet's hcrcam falling fitfully'bn the stilly
air had he been stripped of all his wealth,
or doomed to racking pains, all this he
could have borne cheerfully. Ah I ho
would have thought it but light to toil day
by 'day 'for bread, to save his child from
hunger borne any privation gladly, to
have saved his hoy one pang. -' .
There was nn unseen baud cutting the
fibres of Lih heart asunder. Not the oute
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ones; those toat teach ftitfeeyiitfter'JJ
encompassing all mankind ; no, out uown
closer, nearer, tho first chord that wound
round the heart's core gently removing
the cherished idol, lest it should come be
tween life and heaven.
'Oh I when our twining love no more
M ay to its idol cling,
What Iciudly power Into the heart
Shall breeze or sunshine bring."
There are times when sickness comes,
with the wild Simoon's power, devastating
all within its reach not content with des
troying the outer temple laying in waste
the soul lit eye and speaking features, but
runs riot with the intellect, bringing vis
ions of terror in sleeping and waking niO'
mcnts j When the limbs throw off all res
traint, and toss wildly in answer to the
racking pain, until even those who wor
shipped at the shrine in former days, are
first to pray for tho spirit's removal. But
not in such euise camo death to the fair
child of Allan Everard.
There is a gradual melting of the ico on
the clear bosom of the lake, when the
springtide sun beams on it, sparkling many
a hidden jewel, and bring to light radiant
hues, fading so slowly that cveu decay is
sweet to look upon and as such came the
destroyer to the cottage gem. There was
no agony of pain nothing to mark the
steps of approaching death but a brighter
sparkle in the eye, an a fever flush on the
check something so beautiful, the heart
could have blessed the augel whose wings
were enfolding the loved. Oh ! how
blessed to die thus, like flowers, yielding
fragrance with their latest breath, siukin
slowly away to the haven rest, where there
is nought but ioy, fadeless and ever eudu
ring happiness where none can say,
am "weary." And this was the fair boy'
portion. lie had sported by the gurgling
wavelets, where the bright sunshine play
ed; he had listened to the song of birds,
when the very air he breathed seemed full
of melody : he had heard the silver tink
ling of flower-bells, and seen in the dusky
twilight, the bright stars in radiant splen
dor: aud now, when flowers had folded
their leaves, and birds sought the leafy
trees, like them, he was only going home.
It was eventide again, and Edward Ev
erard slept calmly upon his father's bosom,
scarcely less fair than when a mother's
heart had been the resting-place. Through
the transparent skin could be seen the del
icate tracery of every vein, that still led
lifo blood through the limbs. Time had
robbed the features of a few dimples, yet
left much of infantine beauty, enhancing
it by the sweet repose disccrnable, while
the long eye-lashes rested on tho cheek,
their golden hues formiug a pleasing con
trast to it8 ally whiteness, "iho evening
breath crept idly through the lattice win
dow, bringing fragrance in every step, and
gently playing with tho silken hair of the
Bleeper. Minutes and hours were borne
on tinVs restless wing, yet the child
slumbered, while the father gazed upon
him, feeling how little would be left when
his child was gone striving to koep back
painful and indistinct thoughts of the past
There was a sound a sweet, yet pauv
ful sound floating through the apartment
unlocking the prison door of his heart,
bidding the tumultuous feelings rush forth
without thought or order a simple word
expressing the hidden yearning of years
a word waking unutterable Jove, that pride
had vainly tried to destroy oh, strange it
should have such power now 1
There have been times when the faces
of those we loved changod to us fearfully
when some cold feeling taught tho eye
to glance scornfully, tho brows to knit
stcrulyj and the features to dissemble the
real sentiments of tho heart aye, even
led the pure lips, that we once thought
never could deceive, to wreathe themselves
jfir false smiles, glittering like tho reflection
of sunlight On glass; all thoso may be
taught, and so skilfully acted upon that
we turn, away sick at heart, longiug with
our inuormost thoughts never to meet the
wreck of out higlj hopes. .And yet it may
heart travelling back over memory s plain, '
forgets the desert path its weary feet have
trod. Neither the eye nor brow may tell
the restoration, for they are sealed j but -
in that silent hour, the lips,: warm with
the impress of some well uigh forgotten
kiss, and from betweon tho dewy twin ru
bies tho world hath named lips, escapes
endearing words, such as came in by-gone
days, when the suuhght of happiness
streamed on the'way, in its first undiniucd
lustre, ere the clouds of adversity darken
ed words that neither pride, power, or
stern command may still words breaking
from the heart's deepest cell, revealing
how little real power outward change hath
over the spirit.
with suiiles, a ,he came to greet hia re
turn. Unselfish, too, had been her love.
Many a time, wh eU he would have lavish
ed his wild profusion of kisses upon her,
she would playfully hold her child between
oh ! how pure ; and she had given all
her love to him, when others, gayer, more
youthful, would have deemed her little
less than au angel, and taken her to their
bosom as a holy thing, to be loved and
cherished, and shielded from aught . that
could harm; she had danced in magical
light upon his pathway until no, it was
not the coming of the tempter that chan
ged her; she had been light and joyous as
a summer bird,-until, in his wilfulness, he
had trod upon the pure heart, crushed the
And so it was with the sleeping child, aspiring love, and even a worm would have
when his rounded lips parted as tho first turned then
leaves of tho rose unroll, and gliding from The moon had well nigh reached its
tho pearly recess camo the word that had meridian, and its coruscant beams crept
held his young heart in bondage, burning hither and thither, sometimes interrupted
deeper and deeper to the core in silence by a darkling cloud, and then burstin
when the garish light of day shone, but at forth in new effulgence from its trausient
eve breaking forth softly on the stilly air prison ; but Allan Everard sat by his
"Mother!" and as the gates of the fath- child's bedside, uuhecding how the time
cr's heart unclosed, there went up a voice- passed on. There were innumerable on
less prayer the first prayer ever entwined gels flitting in the light that silvered the
with her uame " that she might see her room, and weaving with their starry fiu
second life, that she called child, die gcrs, strange words, tracing many pictures,
and there welled up a deep sigh from his while Mercy, with her dew-drop eyes and
heart that woke tho boy's dreamy spirit, pleading face, whispered, "cveu so, beloved
The soft eye was upturned in its waking ones, forgive one another as God has for-
light to the father, and from the lips came given you;" aud sho.traced a pale, tear
words like the musical tones of the south ful face, whose blue eyes had lost their
wind calling to life the flowers lustre, and a thiu, attenuated form, was-
"I was dreaming of Iter, father." ting, day by day, weaker and paler, not
"I thought you had forgotten her," with deep aud unforgivon sin uo, dying
Allan Everard replied, aud pride put her because there was none to live for none
bund on tho gateway of the heart. to love ; fading as the rose whose stem has
children, jostling one another in the busy
thoroughfares windows, that shimmered
and shone with costly plato and jewelry
others displaying rich silks, satins, laces,
and ribbons ; some full of toys, where the
little ones lingered longest; some pilod
with bread and cake, while sunken eyes
from without gazed wistfully upon it
here a place through whose large plates of
glass a glimpse may be obtained of some
thing not unlike an oasis iu the desert,
full of uiauy colored lamps suspended from
the wavy trees, where young hearts met,
gaily dreaming of nought but bliss and
Elysiau homes. Then there are quiet
streets, still and deserted, where you would
almost faucy a blight had been and swept
away the busy, bustling inhabitants. Now
and then perhaps, half in the shade, by
an open window ycu might see two forms,
busy whispering gentle words into future
happiness, and it might be an infant's
wail, or a quick footstep, to break tho si-
encc nought else.
Where was Lucy EverarcT all this time ?
Not by the caBcment not in the gay,
pleasaut gardens not in tho crowded
streets oh 1 where was she, then ? No,
uot dead not fallen but a pure, strong
hearted woman, toiling for daily bread a
weak, suffering woman a barque tossed
on life's tempestuous ocean no light, no
No light ! no guide ! 0, 1 was strange
ly wrong. There was a sweet, holy child
part of her life: aud, morning aud
night, it lisped a prayer for the waudcrer
her who first taught it to pray for all
alike ; and each oue of those words was a
link iu a chain that kept the mother from
" But where is he, the lover.
Who should be here to-day V
' nearer yet came that impatient gallop;
j and at length a panting horse, aud the
j outlines of the rider's figure were just dis
I cornablo, and then plainly distinct. ;
j Now Kate's hand loft mine, and wu
Kate Allin, she was a glorious crca- J Prea8c J. firmly doWn "gainst the wildly
There was a look of intense, unuttera
ble fondness in the child's face, as he rc
"0, no, father, I could uot forget her
been bent, until tho heart strings gaio
way and there left to wither ; the pallid
lips quivered for breath one gasp, and
they trembled no more, strangers came
turc, aud as I sit gazing iuto the flicker
ing waves of the firelight, memory is re
velling in the " store-house," of by-gono
recollections, that were onco the "star
beam of all my days." Out from the
heart's deep chamber, where it has been
throbbing heart. The equestrian neared
the house we saw the cap raised gallantly
in acknowledgment of Kate's . presence,
and then 0, heavens ! what booming
thunder, what a fearful flash I and eie our
dazzled eyes recovered their vision, the
cherished as a holy thing for long wearylwh5te etced dashed by the window; but
years, comes the remembrance ot jvatc v" "
for she seemed hoverimr round me ; and to shroud her, aud told the thin hands on
the sweet songs she used tQ sing all came the breast no sigh, no tear, no ki.ss im.
back, with her geutlc words and loving printed on her cold forehead ; coldly they
kiss ; but you s'aid she was wicked, and I Ial ler in a stranger's grave, with no
only lingered a moment at your knee to prayer, and unblessed yet ever the pale
irav God would forgive her. I tried not tace came back, and the thin lips tried to
to love her, but it would come was it so murmur, "1-atlicr, torgive him.
very wrong ?" There was another busy weaving, but
There fell on tho child's sunny hair, this time the tracery was different. There
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something like a dew drop,and as it rolled were gay lights gaudy, glittering tinsel-
on the floor, shivering in a thousand tiny paiuted faces and decorated forms harsh,
specks, the father replied discordant voices, and a laugh fearfully
"No what else do vou remember ?" "allow, niinglcd.with boisterous merriment,
I . it i ini
T,n uloiwl,.r fin. mnt nnd intm-. that sounded pamiuijy on nis cars, ine
.v c ,.,.., -, . , .,
accd each other, and after a moment he UKks nicKercd a moment, anu.tncn it was
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onjj misty daruness, wan a wuu, nuui ccno oi
"I remember it all, father how she tho past then by the wayside a shrunkeu
form lay dying. None came near it as if
v.- hv..w v,,.w v.j . . . .
with,- and tell me about the kind God who they dreaded pollution, and then the rough
made them, aud smile when I laughed to man laid her in a pauper s grave.
see the snow flakes dancing about, and her Memory went back to tho heart's first
sweet song and oh ! don't you remember, love, in its deep, ardent intensity how
father, how she used to twine her arms she had watched for his coming, aud lain
around us, and say we were jewels to her on his bosom, whispering, in lule-liko
priceless ones better than sun or moon, tones, the depths of her impassioued love
stars or flowers and how we used to watch
for your coming oh I was it not beauti
ful?" '
"And what did you dream ?"
-and how had it been repaid ? When
the tempter came, he had left her to
struggle alone withdrawn even the light
of his smile planted thorns iu her path
"I dreamed she had come again, and way that might not be seen, but oh ! how
her step was light, and her voice lovs keenly felt. When she wished for a glit-
that she knelt beside mo and Baid, ' Our tering homo in the city, why had he turn-
Father.' : There were bright birds sing- ed carelessly away, instead of unveiling its
ing, and sweet flowers, aud I put my arms heartless gayety? After sho had knowu
round her neck while Bho kissed me, and its glittering was only an outside show,
it hardly seemed like this," and he glan- she would have turned lovingly to him,
ced round the room.
"God bless you, darling," Allan Eve
rard baid, as he twiued his arms around
his child, and leaning down his head, both
wept together.
V our years ago, iu the twilight, memory
hido a bursting, loving heart beneath a
heart that hath drauk deeply, the .bitter
waters of life, uutil deception alike to
friend and fou, becomes from very distrust,
a second nature ; but there are hours when
the blessed portals rf sleep close, shutting
the outer world from the inner; and the
aud longed for her sweet cottago home iu
its wealth of love
There are blessed visitants alike to city
and country warm, vivifying sunlight
making tho stoucs almost glitter," aud
recalled tho partly the blinding glare of gle!nng among tho trees, mm trying w
pride -now she travelled the same path "" "cnds lor us ouruing rays ai ima
that had knowu no foot print since ; but day by Bofter beams morning and night;
the soft gems of love shadowed the way, " that patters musically on the roofs
bringing to light many an unforgotten a"d cools the heated atmosphere; genial
deed that circled it radiantly.- There are dew, that bids the thin, straggling blades
times when the heart is full to overflowing, of grass be choercd ; soft moonlight, fal
and only one word determines its fate so ling Gilead'B balm; gentle Btars, that
it was with Allan Everard. Had a Btran- Iwk out from their blue covert with bright
ger spokon his wife's name, it might have eyes ; and there is love, priceless love,
called forth bitter thoughts, and sternly chcashed alike iu city or county
would he have hushed every angel spirit
that pleaded for hor ; but his child's long
remembered love, and unforgottcn prayer,
woke every thought of love that had lin
gered ia his bosom.1 Fancy brought her
in all her youthful beauty again heard
her voico mingled with soft, dreamy harp-;
notes then ' her beaming face, radiant
There are myriads of unseen angels flip
ing hither and thither, searching the
heart's most secret places, and like them
we will seek the wanderer. Apart from
the busy world, in a lonely silent street,
there aro high houses, that almost shut
sunlight from the opposito window, and
the wind cau scarcely sweep through the
narrow way. They are dreary looking
places, small, ill Ventilated rooms, and
God's neglected poor are crowded in them,
shut from every pleasure on which the eye
may look with delight, save the blue sky
and bright sun, the cloud, and the pillar
on which our eyes may rest when turned
heavenward. .In one of these dwelt the
beautiful Lucy Everard ; hot in the damp,
unwholesome basements ; not on the first,
second, or third floor, but high above
them, where tho air might come the pu
rest, and at sunset the glowing tints of
the western sky streamed richly in her
room. Many a time had her weary feet
trod those loiig stairs, and yet she would
not have exchanged places with any of the
inmates, for hers seemed uearer heaven.
The moonlight was creepiug through
the dormar window, and fell in rich folds
on the carpctless floor, silvering each
board with brilliant sparkles, and weaving
fantastio shadows, that danced merrily to
and fro. In ono corner stood a neatly ar
ranged bed, and a table, with a few chairs,
completed the furniture of the room. By
tho table sat Lucy Everard sewing, bend
ing and unbending the thiu taper fingers,
until they flew liko busy faries, or half
unconsciously gazing upon tho flickering
candle, that had well nigh burnt down to
the socket. Faster, faster went tho rest
less fingers, and tho weary eyes lookcd-dim
and tearful, uot less altered than' the rest
of the features. Lips and checks had lost
their fullness and color; suffering, from
care and sickness, had changed her thus
outwardly but was tho heart the same?
(concluded next avef.k.)
It was summer time in' the city. There
was no merry cricket to enliven the even
ing no sweet souud from forest depths
but tho. silver moon shed undiiumed lustro
on all around. How tho gas lights twink
led, as if they would fain outshiue it, and
throngs of merry, happy fares crowds of
nmcrublc Buffering onr, uicu, wpuun and row
fiSr"Is a man and wife both ono?"
asked tho wife of a certain gentleman in
a state of stupefaction, as bho was holding
his aching head in both hands.
"Yes, 1 suppose so," was the reply.
"Well then," Baid she, "I came home
drunk, last night, and ought to be ashamed
of myself.". . . i . ,
The husband comprehended the mean
ing of tho question, and his wife did uot
coino home drank ny more. , ,
-JDSy-A bright-eyed, cmly-hairod boy,
thrco years old, was, on his good behavior,
Siromised a child's! "drum to-raorroy.
iurlv next morning, he turned to his
mother and said
w to-day
Allin, as I knew her at nineteen. I
It was her bridal day, and there were
busy fingers making preparations for the
entertainment of the expected guests.
All day had the handsome figure of Kate
glided softly in and out, with its own pe
culiar air of indescribable grace, and the
largo dark eyes were filled with an expres
sion of tender seriousuess, touchingly beau
tiful to behold. Taken altogether, the
dark, handsomo face had forgot its mirth
inspiring smile, and wore a look of strange
earnestness, entirely foreign to its usual
reckless gaiety.
The day was drawing to a close ev
erything was iu readiness, and after takiug
a last peep into the prettily arranged, half
shadowed rooms, where the sun light was
leaving his last golden gloamings, Kate
drew the curtains into a more graceful
droop, and with a half gay, half sad smile,
sprang up stairs, followed by cousin Alice
aud niyaelf to don her bridal attire.
Soon the long black curls were sweep
ing over the faultless shoulders, and our
busy fingers were rapidly threading the
luxuriant moss, as we performed the office
of tire-women. Ere an hour had elapsed,
tho little chamber contained the most ra
diantly beautiful being I ever beheld. A
simple dress of white niusliu fell in snowy
folds around her graceful figure, leaving
tho beautiful neck and arms just discerna-
ble through the gossamer trimmings of
rich blond. Tho raven ringlets wero not
flowing iu their usual style, but caught
away from the white shoulders, and fell,
half shading the face with a tiuy wreath
of snow berries and inyrtle. After pres
sing a kiss of mingled love aud admiration
upon Kate's forhead, cousin Alice, who
was to officiate as bridesmaid, tripped
lightly down stairs, and soon returned
with Mrs. Allin.
"Oh, Kate, my beautiful, so soon to
leave me forever, murmured the mother,
as the impulsive Kate sprang into her em
brace, to the sad dishevelment of tho nice
ly arranged hair, "and Katy, mino own,
God bless you ! and may you be always
faithful to the great trust reposed in you."
Mrs. Allin, did not trust herself to
speak again, for her voice was unsteady,
and a tear glittered on the tremulous hand
that sought the door.
Kate turned to the window and stood
gazing out into the deepening twilight.
"Why don't ho come ?" she murmured
more than onoe, and then commenced
walking rapidly across the floor. Again
sho paused before the window, half started
back, and then said in a low, excited tone,
"Come here girls."
We obeyed, what a change had come
over the late fair heavenB. . Tho gorgeous
sun-dyed and crimson clouds were fast giv
ing place to one, large, dark, and murky;
that camo rapidly up, shadowiug the beau
tiful landscapo with its broad wing, liko a
bird of ill omen. And away far off in the
western horizon, the fierco lightning flash
es threw out their glittering chains and
gave warning of an approaching tempest.
We stood there and gazed until the twi
light all faded away, aud tho shadows
gathered so thickly in the little room, that
the white robed figure, standing so" mute
at the window, was barely distinguished
from surrounding objects. And yet no
bridegroom? Mr. Allin had joined us
now; an4 had spoken half cheerfully of
the loiterer, but Kate showed, no sign of
attention save a momentary trembling- of
the lip. ' ' - ' ' :' 1 ' ' :
All at once, a quick, coining sound of
horse's feot broke upon the stillness ;
KaU heard it, for the small hand resting
upon iny arm clasped mine with snch eon
to-rndr- vuisive energy, wi x uuciuu aa mvuiuu
I shall never, to my dying day, forget
the heart-breaking cry that rang through
that little chamber, and then fell shudder
ing into silence ; and Kato Allin sprang
past us ; and before we could recover from
the shock, her white dress gleamed Lefore
us, and then sprang through the door, rau
down the yard, bud passed the gate ; sud
denly she stopped ; a moment and she was
erect again.
Ve saw the white arm raised toward
heaven, as if invoking His mercy, and
then one wild, shilling cry of "Oh, moth
er, mother, mother !" and then shriek af
ter shriek rang out upon tho night air,
wildly piercing in their anguish, and fell
down upon our hearts like a death knoll.
; Wo were soon gathered around the spot
where she stood. The blinding lightning,
the deafning thunder crash, we heeded
them not. Every eye was riveted upon
the spot where lay the handsome figure of
the fearless bridegroom, stricken down by
instant death, when so near the goal of
earthly happiness.
They raised the inanimate form and
bore it through the bright lighted rooms,
up into the bridal chamber. . So life-like
ooked the pale, handsome face, we could
hardly deem it possible that the manly
spirit had gone to "Him who made it."
But it was even so; far over the proud
forehead, and down the right temple,
showed the lightning's broad, fearful
track. And Kate, since the first awaken
ing of the stern reality of her desolation,
sho had moved almost like one half crazed;
aud as the company gradually dispersed,
leaving the stricken one alone with her
mighty sorrow, then were "flood gates"
of grief opened, and Kate Allin knelt
down by the stilled form, so life like oven
in death, and thought of tho happy past,
the fearful present, and of the dreary, joy
less future. .
Sadly was that young heart chastened,
and putting back the clustering hair that
had once been hor pride, she pressed her
lips wildly again aud again upon the ford
head of the sleeper that had gone-to a
dreamless slumber, and with one last lin-
gonug gaze, sadly touching in its . utter
hopelessness, she left the holy presence of
the dead, and in the silence of her own
room, laid the burden of her great grief
before "Him who doth all things well."
Thus was Kate Alliu's bridal night
spent in earnest supplication for strength
to endure this bitter trial. , That prayer
was wafted to the throne of Grace. "A
bruised reed he will not break," and Kate
Allin had learned the entire frailness of
earthly hope; and camo forth from the
trying ordeal, chastoned in hearta purer
and a holier being. .
"Pete, do you know who was
oldest man?" t .
"No ; but I can tell who was do oldest
woman ?" - ' ' .
"Who was?" -': t
"Why, old Aunt Tiquity." . ' , -. "
"Oh, no ! Aunty Diluvian was older den
her, an' some 6ay dat Aunty I'cauuta was
older den either."
5rA land of liberty is a land of news
papers. 'I .had rather have newspapers
without a : Government, said . Jefferson,
than a Government without a newspaper.
arv cry tf pain.
Nearcrj nearer, and
. iOTDeal kindly with those wh stray.
Draw by love and persuasion, i 'A kiss is
worth a thousand kicks. ; A kind word is
more valuable to the lost than a mine of
K9A good book and ft good woman
are excellent things to those who know
how to justly appreciate their value Eut
there are many who judge, both only by
their 'coverings? -!" ' ' 'r'';

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