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I. tih; sritLiMK cast. six thousun i years have rolled away since the heuinnint: of that day, When God ordained creation's nirth. The universe, the heavens, the earth. The sun, the moon, the starry spheres, And man, in God's own lonn appears. Hut by temptation vilely crossed, He falls, and Paradise Is lost. The delude comes, the waters dark Finrnlt all things save Noah's ark. The building ot the lofty tower, The nations scattered by God's power, Their tontrues confused, their minds estranged Their foolish purposes deranged. The Hebrews' lliglit from Egypt's coast, The fate of Pharoah and his host, King David's wonderful career, His fortitude, Ids lack of fear, His splendid reign, his grievous wurs, Hi- wn-kedness which God abhors. The death ot his rebellious son, The reign of wise King Solomon, The record of our Savior's birth, His beautiful career on earth. Hi- loving kindness whose last breath, Kh 'seed those who urged his cruel death, liis resurrection and his rise Beyond the blue, ethereal skies, Are scarce a tithe ot the events The oracle ot God presents. II. the onomors present. Behold our Maker's glorious ways And contemplate llis wonderous days, In which with wondrous love benign, God gives to man his power divine. Great are the l ssous hourly taught, a re at are the changes hourly wrought, Great projects till the human mind, Gr<*at works hy hum n hands designed, Great ships convey a nation's worth, Great tunnels penetrate the earth, Great bridges span the mighty tide, Great channels continents divide, Great, railway trains hy night and day, Their precious treasures swift convey, All 'round the globe the conscious roads, With ready touch, flash man's desires, Such are thy fruits, oh, holy word. Such is thy purpose, gracious Lord, That o'er alt realms, o'er land and sea, All human kind shall worship Thee. Ill A PROPANE CONTRAST. < 'ontrasf the writings termed profane, What sinking topics they contain ! The voyagent the Argonaut, The golden fleece that Jason sought., The Troian war, Achilles' ire, As sung by Homer's Iliad lyre, Marathon s glorious victory, Leonidas' and I hermopyhe, Gory Lei.etra, d.cad Platen, Fierce Salamis and Chen urea. The wars and final subjugation (h the heroic Grecian nation, The hold retreat of Xenophon. The world by .Alexander won, The touiniatioii of lofty Koine, iter rapid growth, decline and doom, The siege of Syracuse where died A rehimides, the whole world's pride, The exploits ol proud Hannibal, liis passage ot the Alps and all llis battles with his rival. Rome, '1 he fate ot Carthage, his loved home, Ambitions Ciesar, Socrates, Learned < icero and Demosthenes, The exile of Marins, and The deatli of Pompey on the strand, These are the chief events that we Select from protane h'story, And, noble as they may appear When sung hy Dryden and hy Pope, How do they sink, by contrast here Within the Script ares' sacred set pe. IV. THE BIBLE SAGE. Mankind can s.iow no older hoek Than the Mosaic Pentateuch, For the great work of Homer's brain (The first oi all man's works profane) Had passed five hundred years at least. Since inspired Moses had deceased. Fair Athens was as yet unknown When Moses smote the fountain stone, Nor yet did Cadmus introduce llis art of writing, 'ere the Jews * Their exodus from Egypt made; Nor was Troy built or yet betrayed. Six hundred years since Moses wrote I.ycurgus Roman laws did quote, Nor did wise Solonv maxims spread l id twice tour hundred years had sped. Both Joshua and Gideon, died. And Sampson lost his strength and pride. Ere the iieroic Grecian fleet Laid T">y in suppliunce at its feet. Ruth died long prior to the time Of Androma of Trojan clime, And Jacob's beauteous daughter bloomed Long ere trail Helen was entoombed. The songs w ere chanted long before Blind Homer begged from door to door, And Solomon's vast, temple halls Suit in Jerusalem's high walls The echoes of melodious notes 1 ou red forth from Hebrew maidens' throats. The harps hung silent on the trees Long ere Eschylus and Sophocles L-U their rude chorus loudly rage On the Athenians' tragic stage. 0 ' P*'eu the quaint heathen Chinese Do not «'hum hooks a-> old as these, And ot the volumes Sybilline, 'rw 1 U1 loyal Roman "sign.'' , ,he 1 alinud ot the Rabbin Jews. i ie Shuster of grand Hindoos, t he .man ot the cruel Turks I( . ut 'loimon and some works. 1 eennint w ,th loolish Paean pride, Aie younger tuau our sacred guide. V. M..N S CASSIONS PORTRAYED. It you wo uni view tue Bible right, ,7, n .'. ' ' 1 r I'f'peges day and night. AU thmgs ot inti lest are here Mm is portrayed in eve \ sphere All human passions good and bad And ail conditions pleased and sail. His ambitions—social—moral— flis natural tendency to quarrel ; His wealth, his knowledge, and liis splendor, His hardened heart, his leelings tender. His politics now patriarchal Now democratic and monarchial. His love of power, nis love ot life, His waging of incessant strife. Open the Book. Here brutal Cain Murders his brother on the plain. Most cruel contrived, envious crime, And punished by God's wrath subiime. VI. PATHETIC BIBLE SCENES. Among the minor incidents, The deluge to our mind presents Those two sweet episodes of love, The rainbow and the carrier dove, Thrill through our hearts more true delight Thau Byron's most exquisite flight. And Hagar. with her Ishmael, Where is the scene that can excel Her wandering in the wilderness? Her love, her grief, her wretcheness, When underneath the hushes wild She oasr her first-born banished child, When it with thirst and hunger slept; Then sat her down far-olf and wept, Crying to Heaven with sobbing breath, "Let me not see my dear child's death. ' What kindly natured human eye Can check the tear of sympathy, At such sad picture of distress? Or view the utter helplessness Of Kizpah, widow of the King, Whose murdered children's corpses swing Before her ever weeping sight, As she sits mourning day and night; Driving the beasts and birds away That hover round the sickening prey. And there she sus till wind and rain Drop hone hy hone, upon the plain; Which gathered in her loud embrace She buries in their resting place. VII. REMARK .* BI E INCIDENTS. Ruth's strong attachment to her kin, Ether's bravery and Hainan's sin, And Abraham's o'erpovvering faith, Wden Isaac to the patriarch saith: "Behold, the altar and the fire," "But when the Lamb, niv worthy sire?" The vengeful flames that fiercely rain Up in the cities of the plain, That buried 'neath the Dead Sea he, Their cinder ■ plain to every eye. Rebeckah at the desert well— The acts of Sampson, his death knell— Elijah—and the wicked king— His food brought or. the raven's wing. The hand writing upon the wall Foretelling Beltsha/.zar's fall, The life restored to Lazarus, Paul's sore distress at Milt us. And that sweet tale of love and truth The life of Joseph, noble youth. Turn to the dramas of Shakespeare— Othello, Hamlet, or King Lear— To the great works of Walter Scott, Cooper, or Dickens—you will not Find anything that can compaie With this theme fraught with beauty rare. VIII. ANCIENT SCIENCE AND AP.T. Within the Bible is expressed —In simple language unsurpassed— A history of foreign parts, A record of the earliest arts. Here gardening, farming, pasturage Find mention in their rudest staue; Here hung the grape upon the vine Ere Bacchus was crowned god of wine; Here ships were built and manned complete. A thousand years ere Jason's fleet, And interchanged 'twixt distant shores Rich merchandise and precious stores. Cargoes of silver, gold and brass. The which no modern times surpass. And here was architectural skill Down to our times unequalled si ill. Displayed upon the Hebrew Temple And on the Jewish Tabernacle. And even by way ot ornament. With all our female pride intent, Here, too, the sciences first dawnotf. The moon, the stars, the worlds béÿônd Were studied hy the shepherd boys, Who understood kind nature's voice, The iierhs, the plants, the flowers, the trees. Beasts, leptiles, fishes, birds and bees, Were known as well to youth and sage As in our more enlightened age. IX. HUMAN AND DIVINE LAWS. Here in this blessed hook we trace The earliest records of our race, When tired of patriarchal sway, Imperial splendor gains the day, Followed by discord fierce and long Oppression, slavery and wrong. And here we find the earliest laws Of every kind, for every cause, How property was sold and bought How titles first in land were got, How deeds were witnessed, signed and sealed In Jeremiah 'tis revealded, (32c—9th v.) Here, husband, parent, wife and oh ; ld, Find laws to keep them reconciled. The blessed marriage institute Here elevates man on the brute And married folks however lovely Are in the sight of Heaven made holy, Here too, we have the law of crimes Well suited to those early times, In every case the punishment Was measured by the deeds intent, The feudal laws and laws of State Are here defined with greatest weight, And here God in His mercy gave The law of master and of slave. SACRED MUSIC. E're Orpheus tuned his pleasing flute Music had charms to soothe the brute, The air was tilled with rythmic fire Before Apollo struck the lyre. With music, Jericho was blown, With music, David gained his throne, With music Fharaoli's host was swept. With music. Jeptha'e daughter ilept. There is no art to mankind given Tiiat equals this best gift of Heaven, Handel and Haydn and Mozart Now foremost in this divine art Linked their loved names with songs sublime And shall endure throughout all time. The music of the the modern choir Glows with a bright celestial fiire Subdues the masses of mankind And elevates the human mind. XL THE HOLY SABBATH. The day of rest, our Sabbath day God's crowning wisdom doth display. Its value is beyond all price, Restraining sinful man from vice. Fixing his thoughts on things above Filling his soul with Christian love. No feeble words of mine can paint The mercy ot that calm restraint V* ielded o er man's rebellious breast By the Heavenly day of rest. Hmv long would our religion last Were its observance over cast? Riot and bloodshed would consume All nations in their frenzied doom. The San Francisco papers all agree the trade dollars which come from the i sou City mint are nil too light by from tw three grain, thus being from 1£ to 2 c< less in value than intended by the law, one paper charges that somebody in Carson mint has been making $20,00Q $30,000 by the deficiency in the coins in last year. TOM. FO STER' S WIFE. I had just returned from a two years stay in Europe, and was sauntering down Tre mont street, in the golden September morn ing, when I saw my old friend, Tom Foster, get out of a horse car a few steps in advance of me. I knew him in a moment, though we had hardly met since we were at Exeter academy together ten years before—room mates and blithe companions until we parted —I to go to Harvard, and he to enter his father's store, the well know house of Foster A Co., Pearl street. He was a merry, hearty, practical fellow, clear skinned robust as an Englishman, and self-reliant and robust as A ew Hampshire birth and Boston training, could make him. I always liked him, but he plunged into business and so, without mean ing it, we had almost lost sight of each other. He was an inly child, and his parents spent their summers at their homestead in Green land. near Portsmouth, and their winters in Boston. As I said, I knew him in a moment. He had grown tall and stout, but the boy was still in his face, and with a flush of early feel ing I sprang forward and caught him by the arm. "Tom ! How are you?" He looked puzzled for a moment, and then bursting into a laugh, he seized my hand in his strong grasp, and exclaimed : "Why John Ralston! is that you? Where did you come from? I am glad to see you, my boy. Why, haven't set eyes on you since we made that trip to Nahant in your fresh man year. The truth is father was so poorly for a long time then that I had everything to see to, and felt as if the world were on my shoulders. I did hear, though, about your college honors and your going to Germany; and I've often thought of you lately and wish ed to see you. Why, Jack, in spite of my weight anil your beard and broad shoulders, 1 can't realize that ten years have gone since we were at Exeter together. We must talk over old times and new. When did you get back and what are your plans?" "I came yesterday, and shall stay in the city, on account of a business matter, until next Tuesday. Then I am going home." "Well, now, this is Saturday, and you can do nothing after 3 o'clock, Come and spend Sunday with me in the country. I want to I show you my wife." j "Your wife. Are you married, Tom?" j "Married nearly a year," said he witli a smile. "You don't look very solemn over it. "Solemn? It's the jolliest thing I ever did in my life. Meet me at the Eastern depot at 4 o'clock, and I'll tell you all about it on the way down." We parted at the Winter street corner—he to go to his store, and I to the Parker house, j "How handsome Boston has grown, said I, I glancing at the fine buildings, and common, beautiful in the September sun. "We think it a nice town,/ be replied, speaking wilh the moderate words and the perfect assurance of the Bostonian, to whom his city is the sum of excellence and delight. "Remember, four o'clock," and he disappear ed in the crowd. "Tom married!" I said to myself, as I walked alone. Clara Maitland, whom I saw when I spent a day there eleven years ago. I remember what long curls she had and how fond she seemed of him. Yes, I dare say it's to Clara. I hope, though, she hasn't grown up into one of those delicate young ladies, good for nothing but to display the latest fashions, and waltz a little, and torture the piano. Better some rosy, sturdy German Gretchen than a poor doll like them. It would have been a shame for Tom, wilh his splendid physique, and vigorous brain, to be tied for life to such a woman." And then, turning down School street, my thoughts wandered off to a blue-eyed girl I had loved or many a year—a girl who was not satisfied with the small triumphs of the croquet ground, but who would send an arrow straight home to the mark, and climb the hill with me, her step light and free as the deer in the vale below; and hold a steady oar in a boat on the river, and swim ashore, if need should; and then, when walk or row was over, who could sit down to a lunch of cold meat and bread and butter with an appetite keen as a young Indian's after a day's hunt; yes, and who knew how to be efficient in the kitchen and the rarest ornament of the parlor. How impatient I was to see her, the bewitching maiden whom a prince might have been proud to marry. And again I said to myself as I went up the Parker house steps; "I do hope Tom hasn't made a fool of himself!" Four o'clock found me at the station, and a moment later in walked Tom, carrying a basket of Jersey peaches. "They don't grow in Greenland," said he, tucking the papar down over the fruit. Come this way. I followed him, and we bad just seated our-j selves comfortably in the car when the train moved off. "Now for the story, Tom," said I, as we crossed the biidge and caught the breeez, cool from the sea. „But I can guess before hand the girl you married. It is Clara Mait land." A shadow passed over Tom's face. "Clara has been dead four years," said he. "She inherited consumption from her mother. We did everything for her—took her to Minne sota and Florida, but it was no use. Site did not live to see her eighteenth birthday." "Poor Clara! She loved you dearly. Then I suppose you chose some Boston girl of your acquaintance?" "Jack, you couldn't tell who Mrs. Tom Foster was if you tried from now till morn ing. I shall bave to enlighten you," and moving the basket to one side and settling himself in the seat, he went on: "You know I have the misfortune to be the only child. After I was 21, father and mother began to talk about my marrying. I bave plenty of cosins, you know, and we always had young ladies going in and out of the house; but while Clara lived she was company for me and alter she died I was full of business and didn't trouble myself about matrimony. To tell the truth, I didn't fancy the girls. Per haps I was unfortunate in my acquaintance; but they seemed to me all curls and flounces and furblows, and I would as soon have thought of marrying a fashion plate, as one of those elaborate creatures. I don't object to style; I like it. But you can see fine gowns and bonnets any day in Washington street windows; and my idea of a woman was one whose dress was her least attraction. "Do you recollect father's former partner, Adam Lane? lie's a clever old gentleman and millionaire, and father has the greatest liking and respect for him. He Las two (laughters—one married years ago; and the other, much younger, father fixed upon as a desirable wife for me. 1 rather think the two families had talked it over together; at any rate Miss. Matilda came to Greenland for a long summer visit. She is an amiable girl; but so petted and spoiled that she's good for nothing—undeveloped in mind and body. She looked very gay in the evenings, attired in Jordon, Marsh & Co's latest importation. But she was always late at breakfast, she didn't care to ride horseback, she couldn't take a walk without stopping to rest at every stone; and once, when 1 asked her if she had read the battle of Sedan, she looked up, in her childish way, and said: 'No, Mr. Fos ter. Newspapers are so tiresome.' Bless me! what should I have done with such a baby? A year ago this summer I was very much confined at the store; and when August came, instead ot spending the w hole month at home, 1 thought I would have a change, and I went down for a fortnight to the Cliff house, on -Beach. It's a quiet, pleasant resort, and you'll always find from fifty to one hundred people there during the season. The land lord is a good fellow, and a distant relative of mine. I thought he looked flurried when I went in, and after a few minutes he took me to one side and said: " Tom you've come at an unlucky time. I had a very good cook, that I got from Boston, at $20 a week; but she's a high tempered woman. Last evening she quarreled with lier assistants, this morning the breakfast was all in confusion, and now she is packing lier trunk to leave on the next train. In two or three days I can probably get another one down in her place; but what we're to do in the meanwhile, I don't know." "But, Norton," said I, "isn't there some one in the house, or near by who can take it?" "I doubt it. I've half a dozen girls from the vicinity doing upstairs work,—one of them from your own town, the best waiter in the dining room. But I suppose all of them would either be afraid of the responsibility or think it beneath them to turn cook; though they would have plenty of help, and earn $20 where they now get three." "Who's here from Greenland?" I asked, for I knew something of almost every one in the place. "Mary Lyford." "Mary Lyford? A black-eyed light-footed girl, about 20 years old, with two brothers in Montana and her father a farmer over near Stratham?" ' Yes, the very same." "Why, she's the prettiest girl in Greenland, at least I thought so two years ago, when I danced w ith her at the Thanksgiving party in the village, and I heard last fall that she took the prize tit the Manchester fair for the best loaf of bread. But why is she here?" "Oh, you know farmers haven't much ready money; and I suppose she wanted to earn something for herself and come to the Beach, like the rest of us. You say she took the premium for her bread. I believe I'll go into the dining room and propose to give cook's place to any one of the girls who would like it and who feels competent to take it. I must do something," and looking at his watch he went out. Ten minutes later he came back, clapping his hands and exclaimed : "Mary Lyford says she'll try it." "Hurrah for Greenland," cried I. "Isn't that plucky? By Jove! I hope she'll suc ceed and I believe she will." "You mustn't expect much to-day," said Norton. "Things are all topsy turvey in the kitchen, and it'll take some time to get them straightened out." Just then a new arrival claimed his atten tion, and with a serener face he turned away. Dinner was poor that day; supper was little better. And, in spite of Norton's caution, I began to be afraid that Greenland was going down. But the next morning what a break fast was had—juicy steaks, hot potatoes, delicious rolls and corn bread, griddle cakes that melted in your mouth, and coffee that had lost none of its aroma in the making. Thenceforth every meal was a triumph. The guests praised the table, and hastened to the table at the first sound of the bell. Norton was radiant with satisfaction, and I was as plased if I had been landlord or cook myself. Several times I sent my compliments and con gratulations to Mary; but she was so con stantly occupied that I never had a glimpse of her till the night before I was to leave. I was dancing in the parlor, and just led a young lady of the Matilda Lane stamp to her mamma, when I saw Mary standing on the piazza. I went out, shaking her cordially by the hand, told her how interested I had been in her success, and how proud I was to find a Greenland girl so accomplished. She blushed and thanked me, and said, in a mod- j est way, she was very glad we were all suit- ! ed; and then Norton came up and expressed ! his entire gratification with what she had 1 done. As she stood there in a white pique | dress, with a scarlet bow at her throat, and j her dark hair neatly arranged, she looked | every inch a lady. "Do me the favor, Miss Lyford," said I. "to dance the next cotillion with me." "Ah! Mr. Foster," she replied, looking archly at Norton, "that isn't expected of the help." "The help!" I said, indignantly. "You in to are the queen of the establishment, and I invite you to dance, and so does .Mr. Norton." "Certainly I do," he answered. "Go and show the company that you are at home in the parlor as well as the kitchen." So, smil ing and blushing, she took my arm. Didn't we make a sensation when we went in! Perhaps there was no fellow there with a better "social position," (you know the phrase,) than I; and I had been quite a fa vorite with the ladies. You should have seen then when we took our place outlie floor! Some laughed, some frowned, some whisper ed to their neighbors; but 1 paid not the sligh test attention to it all, and Mary looked so pretty, and went through the dance with such grace and dignity, that before it was over 1 believe all regarded her with admira tion. I didiqt wait for comments, but escort ed her out as if she had been the belle of Boston. "Good night. Miss Lyford," I said, when we reached the hall. ,.I am going in the morning; but I shall see you .again when you get back to Greenland." "Good night, Mr. Foster," she replied, "I tlip.iik you for your kindness." Then she added laughing: Have you any orders for breakfast?" "Why yes. I should like to remember you by a plate of such muffins as we had yester day." "You shall have them' sir," she said, as she disappeared in the doorway. And have them I did. Three weeks later Mary came home to Greenland with more than $100 in her purse and a form that was worth thousands. I went to. see her at her father's house. 1 found her every way excellent and lovely; and the end was that at Christmas we were married." "Glorious!" I exclaimed. "Give me your hand, Tom! I was afraid you had been taken in by some Matilda Lane." "Do you think I'm a fool?" said he. Then I told him of my own choice, and 1 was still talking when the train stopped at the Greenland station. We soon arrived at his hospitable home. His wife was all he had pictured her; a re- fined, intelligent, handsome woman, who would develope and grow in attractiveness every year of her life. After a merry even- ing in their pleasant parlor I went to bed and dreamed that the millenium had come, and that all women were like my blue-eyed girl and Mrs. Tom Foster. ---- — •«< »*■ — ■ ■ - Sitting Hull's Feats ami Freaks. Helena, April 28th, 1870. To the Editor of the Herald : At the present time, while the expeditions of Generals Crook and Gibbon, on the Yel lowstone and its confluents, are attracting the attention of the Montana public, the follow ing article relating to Sitting Bull may prove not uninteresting to your readers: In the year of 1807 or '08, the band of Sit- ting Bull killed a mail-carrier, while en-route from Fort Totton to Fort Stevens, D. T., and took possession of the mail-bag. Among its contents were rosters of officers of the 31st Infantry, intended for distribution among those stationed on the river. In the fall of I860, while the writer was at Fort Buford, the Cut-head Sioux, (Medicine Bear's band), accompanied by numerous other Indians, anived at the post, and among them were members of Sitting Bull's hand, including that Chief's half-brother, and if rumor stated it correct, that chief himself, too, incognito. An Indian of this band brought to Dr. Kimball, U. S. A., a kind of book, sewed with sinew composed of the rosters which were captur- ed from the mail-carrier. Each page had an Indian picture drawn on it, composing in all about 62 in number, and giving the principal feats in the lives of Sitting Bull and the Red Man. Sitting Bull's cayuse forming the first part of the book, and the Red Man's the last. The Indian stated that it was sent by Sitting Bull himself. Among the feats of Sitting Bull were mules and horses captured from citizens, a teamster of the United States Army being scalped, and his six mules being cap- tured; the mail-carrier being killed, and in several places, citizens that had fallen into his clutches and been captured. One remark- able picture was where Sitting Bull's band surprised a party of Crows iu the summer of 1869, near Smoke Butte, at the head of the Big Dry. Sitting Bull is known there to have rode round their camp numerous tiuies while they were asleep, and for which negligence, out of eighteen only one escaped alive. Sit- ting Bull is invariably represented by having his shield bearing the mark of a buffalo bull in a sitting posture. The Red Man was sim- ply painted red all over. The scalps, when taken, were shown by being tied around the horse's neck. Many of these pictures were very interesting, but the lapse of time has made me forget them. O. C. M. --- «B »► ' »■ —--- A valuable manuscript has been discov- ered in the Azores. It refers to thecoloniza- tion, in the year 1500, of the n orthern part of America by emigrants from Oporto, Aveirr, and the Island of Terceira. It was written by Francisco de Souza, 1570, and was lost during the great earthquake of Lisbon 1755. This important document is about be published, and, it, is thought, will throw great light on the disputed question of the early discovery of America.