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Doctrine and Devotion.
IIKYAXT'S LAST IIYMX. As shadows, cast by cloud and sun, Flit o'er llio summer grass, So, in thy sight. Almighty One! Earth's generations pass. And while the years, an endless host, Come pressing swiftly on, "The brightest names that earth can boast Just glisten, and are gone. Tet doth the Star of Bethlehem shed A luster pure and sweet; And .still it leads, as once it led, To the Messiah's feet. O, Father! may that holy Star Grow every year more bright, And send its glorious beams afar To till the world with light. ONE OF THEM. HV II AIIKIET PKESCOTT SPOFI'OKIi. When Mrs. March left this earthly -ecneshespcedily underwent t hut canon ization here whieh we trust he ex perienced above. Evorv bodv reineni-! bored her loveliness and her martyr dom: nobod- but Mr. .March re membered an irritable, selfish body, little more than a babv when she mar ried, and a baby ever .-ince. Nobody, however, pretended to have met such a loss as Maria, a iprl of fifteen, who, having been the slave of her mother's whims, was bewildered by her idle hours. The child had been fond of her pretty, helpless mother, and she sat erying in her room, or wandered about dipshodly and ordered away the chil dren, who were in mischief from the time they were out of bed till they were in again. Mr. March's home life had always been an outrage on decency. Now orcakfast with three half-washed chil dren, without Maria's society: dinner varied only by ragged tiers and bruised laces aim Alarm s appearance as an or namental grave-stone; lonesome even ings, with Maria at a neighbor's for a dish of Uattery as the model daughter of a saintly mother this was subject for '.bought. And Maria had no right to surprise when Mr. March told her that he was about to bring into the house a second wife, who would be a kind mother to his children. Miss Maria went out of the door with a bang, and was found in hysterics on the best bed. But Mr. March, giving the servants the same intelligence, kissed the children, and was oil' to the home of Miss Bell , which had made him tremble, remembering the domain vhere Maria was mistress. Miss Melicent Bell was a sweet-faced .vonian, not yet forty, and so winsome astoattracttho.se tired of beauty, her expression of good-will, patience and purpose having grown with practice of her virtues. Mr. March thought if a limner would sketch an angel, here was the face for him to study. She was walking in trie garden when he. went down the path. It was hardly ehangei -ince he strode up it twenty years ago, snapping oil' tin; poppies with his stick, and slamming the gate behind him The box had grown some inches readied Alrss Aleiieent s shoulder now t but it gave the same spiced odor as the wind stirred it, as that robin rustlei . ..i i -w . iiom noun id point aiong u; aim Aims Melicent had changed only as the box had to sweeter growth. When she turned, with her gentle Sunday medita tions she was thinking of that verse, 4 'Thou wilt show me the path of life in Thy presence is fullness of joy ; at Thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore,'1 and saw Mr. March, she put out her hands with a start, as if to ward oft' a ghost. But her hands were taken with such a pressure as only Uesh and blood gives, and it was Melicent who looked most like a ghost, as, with white dips whispering his name, she would have fallen if he had not fore shortened matters by putting an arm about her. Poor Miss Melicent! Twen ty j'cars since that lovers' quarrel had left her alone in the garden years in whieh hope had died, and love, if it had not withered, had been pressed away like a sacred llower that has lain in the hands of the Ijcloved dead. Poor Mr March ! Twenty years , in whieh he had she murmured chokingly something about those motherless children: and the next thing was that Mr. March had her in his arms, and they had forgotten all about the lapse of twenty years. Perhaps it had been wiser had they told Maria the storv of their youth and their old love. But if they had doneso, probably she would have regarded it as an even greater indignity to her mother than the existence of a second wife; and it was judged best to say nothing, si lence being the part of both native dig nit v and natural precaution. But the now Mrs. March had not stepped inside her home and received the stiff touch of Miss Maria's hand be fore she saw the lion in her way. She did not blame the young girl ; she rather liked her chivalrous constancy. She drew her to herself and kissed her; and -it learned that "as a jewel of gold in a swine's snout, so is a fair woman whieh is without discretion." But Melicent was herself again direct ly. It was only the apparition of her youth in Mr. March that had startled her: in that evening light he was young as ever. But Mr. March waited for no comparisons between now and then; he plunged into his errand ; he said he had regretted to the core of his heart his lieadstrong temper, his subsequent in fatuation, lie did not utter another syllable about his wife ; he only told the story of his home and his neglected children . She was silent , and her tears fell. Then she replied that he must know any thing like that old girlish loye was impossible to her now; but her in terest had always lived, and her affec tion her affection And then Miss Meliccnt's tears obscured her voice, and Maria, resenting it as an intrusive, im pertinence, ran down to Mrs. Lee's ,lo complain of it . "She's a designing hypocrite," said Mrs. Lee, "queening it there, ami your mother, that sainted soul, not cold in her grave!''' As her mot her had depart ed two years before, this ultimatum hardly sounded like the proper fate of a sainted soul. "Don't you,' said Mrs. Lee, "let that woman get the upper hand of you with kissing and palaver ing.' And there followed a conversa tion on the bride's toilette, from which one could gather no other conclusion man mat me second Airs. Aiarcn plain duty was to wear mourning for the lirst Mrs. March. Maria meant to make it her own duty not only to Avear mourning, but to ob trude it. She had changed her linen tuckers for crape on the announcement of the marriage: she sat up by night to put a deeper crape fold on her gown; and going about as solemn as though looking into a tomb, she lost no chance of airing her handkerchiefs, recently purchased, with a black border twice as i .i - i deep as those she used when her mourn ing began. "1 have lost my father, too," said Miss Maria, with sweet sen sibility. P.ut that was mere bagatelle beside her general conduct. She had led the younger children into full belief in the enormity of their father's act and the attrocious qualities of his wife, and iherc was little insolence of which she was not guilty. The morning after Mrs. March's entrance upon her duties, descending to breakfast, she found Ma ria pouring tea. "Maria, that is your mother's place," said Mr. March. "It used to be, sir," she said, with indignant solemnity. "No, indeed," chimed in Mrs. March, silverly. "I have poured the tea so many years that, it Maria is will- to relieve me, I shall be glad." And at that Maria llounced out of the seat . Nor had Mrs. March been in the house a week before she found that tearful sympathy for the motherless children was an act of grace on her part, for they were enough to exasper ate the recording angel. Abominable in behavior, insulting in language, they utterly perplexed the new mother. But the verse in her thought on the evenin,r her old lover came back to her, "Thou wilt show me the path of life," sound ed like a promise still, and she trusted. One at a time she coaxed the children into her room, and talked to them so sweetly and seriously that, surprised and abashed, the' were half converted, till Miss Maria undid the work. When, then, kindness had failed, and Mrs. March felt that the welfare of these chil dren depended on the integrity of her authority, yet felt unwilling to vex her Charlie on the lloor, and after a thor ough drubbing having nearly bitten oil' apiece of his ear, Mrs. March first trying to comfort Charlie, who scorned her sympathy and styled her a blamed fool proceeded to administer the same punishment to Tom that had succeeded with Julia, meaning not to put needle and thread into his hand, but to show him some drawings of cruel people and tell him their hapless stories, and pos sibly to win some mutual interest. Of course Tom refused obedience when she directed him to go up stairs, and of course when she felt herself obliged to lay her hand on his shoulder and lead him along he stoutly resisted ; and un fortunately Mis.-Maria was in the room to throw herself between the two with shrill voice and Hashing eves, calliii"- out that Mrs. March Avas a worthless interloper. By the mercy of Provi dence there was a closet door open just j 1... 4 1 -It.., Tl ... 1 ! iM-snii- iin;iii; ,wrs. Aiarcn was not a strong woman, but she was a quick one; Detoro Miss Maria knew wind li-.d happened, she had been clapped into that closet and the door locked upon her, and then; she was ignominiously left, shrieking like a maniac, while Mrs. March led the astonished Thomas to her own retreat. She directed the re lease of Miss Maria at once, though, and then fastened herself in her room with her rebel, but with no good result, as in her previous oxnerience; for mi. I 7 used to such scenes, and the rough hor ror of a hand-to-hand broil wounding all her susceptibilies, she gave Avay to a hearty cry, which evidence of her weakness put Tom March on his pins again. The servants, meanwhile, did not hasten to let Miss Maria out of durance: but when at last the door swuii"- open, the wind could have given her no swift er wings to Uy to Mrs. Lee's, and burst in, red, weeping, disheveled, to make the awful revelation of the manner in which her step-mother had locked her, "Well, I don't care. Look here, Ma- j doctor left, "I saw it all. And it is a ria whisper. Mamma says I may I miracle that the shock did not kill Mrs. name it . She told me when I was get- : March . You should thank TTe..vo not a grown woman, into a closet . And Mrs. Lee, responsive, told the child there was always room for her in her house meaning all the same toa-k Air. March a good round sum for her board. But Mrs. March had ample satisfac tion in her husband's love and venera tion, in his happiness, and the compar tive order and comfort to which she had reduced his home. She had made the house beautiful. The table shout; with her wedding silver; the dishes were faultlessly served : the children, bright and clean, received smiling encourage ment to join the cheerful talk; and if after they were in bed Maria chose to sulk in her room, she lost a great deal of pleasure. Still Mrs. March's gentle heart was sore over Maria. She would have been glad to win the girl, glad to provide pleasure for her. She understood her emotions, and seldom had any but ten der feelings toAvards her. It hurt her as sorely to think that the noble traits of the boys she was unlikely to be able to train to noble ends. Occasion, coining to every bodv, came at last to Mrs. March , when every child of the house was smitten with the dreadful epidemic at that time raging in the vicinity. Miss Maria, frighten ed out of her senses, betook herself to Mrs. Lee's. But Mrs. March, though miserable herself , dreamed of no fear. She had the children moved into con necting rooms, and although there was a professional nurse with them, vibrat ed between those rooms as Ave think only mothers can. Xot a night did she sleep till the crisis was OA-er; and in their convalescence it seemed to the ting better, so that I might have some thing pleasant to think about." "Pleasant!" "Oh yes , so very ! And we have had such beautiful talks about how it will look, and what Ave Avill do with it. And I am going to wheel it out in Charlie's old carriage and and See here, Maria;" and she drew from under the sofa-pillowan absurd little sock she was knitting, and contemplated it as if it were Penelope's web. "You must have been mighty sick!" cried Maria . ' 'And as for vour mamma , as you call her, you wicked little "-hi, it is shameless in her to talk so to a child like you!" Mrs. March took her work and left the room quietly; and then Miss Maria, feeling the welcome of this little new comer was the last outrage, broke into a flood of angry crying, and sobbed her self into hysterics, with .Julia exclaim ing at intervals, "Oh, I'll tell my fath er of you! You see If 1 don't, Maria March!" Miss Maria presently knew just how sick Julia had been. For it was not a week before the contagion, from which she had run when it was at home, as sailed her in some of her out-door jaunts , and she Avent down as suddenly as the rest . I ler lirst act was to send for Mrs . Lee, who returned regrets that dutv to her own family made it impossible for her to come. Her next was to summon her fat her and demand a nurse . 1 Ie as sured her that the nurse still in the house should remain. -v creature or Airs. Aiarcn s, mur mured the sick girl . "The sickness is so general that there is not another to be had. Your mother and I will be with you " "Don't let, her! don't let her!" moaned Maria. "I am glad to see such consideration on your part, my dear, ' ' Uut I am afraid ' said her die will in- husband in the matter, she was forced children that it was only an angel mov- to resort to punishment to oblige little iug about in her long Avhite robe, bath Julia who, at eleven, knew enough to ing their foreheads, singing them to know better, and who , being frank and sleep, bringing them tempting messes, affectionate, would have done very Avell telling them entrancing stories, win alone, but, stimulated by Maria's amuse- ning their hearts at last completely, mcnt, one day made a succession of On the whole, though tired out in the mouths at her mother, and snapped her effort, Mrs. March did not know that fingers in her face to sit beside her all in all her life she had had a happier the afternoon , and to sew the seam of a sheet. She really tried to make it en tertaining for the little thing, having no desire to grie'e her, but merely to make necessary authority felt ; and the ohild, beginning in rebellion, found, before she was dismissed, that she had enjoyed herself vastly, and, being in genuous, came back presently and put her arms round Mrs. March's neck and said : ' ' I'm real sorry I was so bad . I don't ever mean to believe a word Maria says again. I think you're very nice indeed, and I mean to lo'c you and I do!" But when Maria went down to Mrs. Lee's that night, she had a line tune than during that month of conval escence. And then Maria came home. "Mamma and I have a secret that she says I may tell you, Maria," cried Julia, after the greeting. "An open secret," said Maria, inso lently, "that all the world knows." 11 Do all the world, mamma?" cried Julia. "Mamma!" said Maria, with a sneer. "Only a small fraction of it, dear," answers Mrs. March . "I have told no one but you." father, sist." She did insist. When both the doc tor and her husband urged Mrs. March to keep away from that last sick-room , she replied than it was impossible. "It is the only chance I have to win her love," she exclaimed with tears. "Heaven sends it you must not pre vent my using it." And the others, fearing to much opposition, let her have her way. It was a hard Avay, with nothing but thorns for the. treading. With all .Ma ria's behavior, Mrs. March hail never realized till the girl's delirium how vio lent had been her execration of herself. It was a sad strain upon the poor lady's nerves, to bear this torture of reviling, without the suffering that sympathy with sickness gives in itself, or the un conscious effort made bv her hourlv aets of forgiveness. But though lierct the fever had but a short run ; the fa tigue of unceasing attendance, wa great, but the delirium was soon over Mrs. March trusted that the last act of that illness was delirium and not na ture. Left alone with the patient, am obliged to do something that Avas resist ed, she held the aching head on he shoulder, saying, though hardlv know ing that she said it, ' 'Dear child, why won't you let me love vou?" and the next moment received a slap in the face . IfitAvas delirium, Maria had after- Avard an uncommonly clear recollection oi ner Avanuermgs. it- was not a strong- blow, of course; but in the amazement and recoil Mrs. March staggered back and fell against the corner of the. table that held the lamp ; and liable, lamp. and bottles had gone over, and a tongue of fire was licking up the canopy. Mrs. March never knew how she got the sick girl out of that bed or upon the lounge, or how she tore the burniii"- hangings down and trampled out the fire on the empty hearth. She only re membered having thought that een if Maria died of the exposure, she Avould rather be supposed guilty herself of carelessness than let the girl's father know of the vicious aet. And Maria, Avhether stunned or OA'ercome, sank in to a long slumber, from which, when she awoke, she was out of danger "I owe you my life, doctor," said Maria, feebly, some days after. "Xo, indeed, child," he replied. ' 'You owe it to your mother. I should never have pulled you through but for her care. You owe it to lwr, too, that you were not burned in your bed." she tell you, "Yes, Miss Maria March," cries Julia, "mamma! and the dearest,! "Oh, doctor! Did robbing little Julia of her holiday, and of me when she could hardly take care ' 'Tell me what?" forcing her to do her sewing all the af- of herself, and when you ran away!" I "That I I," whispered Maria, ternoon. And Mrs. Lee held tin her "Oh.no.no. Julia." exclaims her i hoarselv "I shinned her then?"" lands and said if she Avere Maria she mother. "Don't say so. Think that " You did!" would resist the woman tooth and nail, if Maria had.staid and taken the illness, "It seems to me I did " said M.in-. . Maria had presently the chance to act it Avould hae occasioned us so much ! who knew perfectly well she did. lpon Mrs. Lees advice. i.or lorn more trouble that it was a kindness in : "Xo," said the doctor. "She has March, having used the advantage of her to "-o." "Oh my! "said little Julia, laughing. lis eight tough summers to roll little i kept that secret." ' 'Miss Maria," said the nurse, as the only that all is well with you, but with her!" The doctor came back and found the tears trickling through the girl's lingers. ' ' It was too harsh medicine, nurse," said he. "But we Avill do the best avo nia Avith it. I have known you too long, my dear, to disregard the happi ness I see you throAving away." "Oh, doctor," cried Maria, "I think the fever has burned all the venom out of me!" And she burst into her old hysterical sobs. But the doctor soothed her, and did not leaAe till sure the nurse had not misjudged her strength, and that the truth would be a tonic. As Maria lay there, thinking it all over, the enormity of her conduct and its possibilities made her blood run cold. If her stop-mother had died in conse quence of that shock, she did not see how she could live herself. She won dered if the doctor was right in thinking all danger of accident past. She was amazed to think she cared enough to fear it, and then she recalled days and nights of pity and sympathy, ami felt all at once that her step-mother Avas super human in her goodness. What if trouble should come! what if this late happiness of her father's should be. robbed from him, and by her! what if this gentle life, with the beauty of it that now she saw too late, should go out! She was fast Avorking herself into another fever. She sent for Julia. ' 'I want you to sit down," she said, ' 'and tell me all mamma said to you about about your secret, you know." And as Julia prattled on, the secret became of vital interest. "Oh, how blind, how blind and Avicked I have been!" she cried. "How happy the little thing Avill make us! how avc will all love it to gether!" And .Maria felt as though her own life and death hung upon the fate of that little unborn child . When Mrs. March came into the room, having been compelled to keep, her own some days, Maria took the hand she laid on her forehead, and pulled her gently doAvn. "How are you ever going to forgive me, mamma?" die murmured. The tears burst out of Mrs. March's eyes. "Call me Melicent, dear"' she cried. "Oh, I am so happy! " she said to her husband that night. "All the children love me and it seems hoav as though I had more than my share!" And at her prayers there was a sort of eestaey in the Avay she repeated that A-erse, "Thou wilt show me the ivith of life, in Thy presence is fullness of joy : at Thy right hand there are pleas ures for evermore." It av:is some Aveeks after, that Maria, having sent the children out to play, stood gr:rve and solemn bv the narlor Avindow, feeling as though the universe itself must hold its breath, Avhen she Avas summoned by the doctor. "She is sinking," he said, "very fast. Xo hope, no help. She Avas never strong, be quiet, dear child; nobody is to blame." Maria did not hear him. She av:is flying up the staircase, and falling beside Mrs . March's bed . " Oh , it is my fault! I have done it! 1!" she sobbed. "Hush, darling," whispered Meli cent. "I lnu-e been so happy that I am almost content. Dear," she breath ed, "take my place. Make him" and her eyes wandered to her husband , who sat utterly overwhelmed "happy too. I have shown you how. You mustn't mind his grieving for me just at first; he ho was mine, Maria, more than twenty j-ears ago. And dear," she began again presently, ' 'I am go ing to give to you my little daughter for your own . 1 on must be to her Avhat I would have been so glad to be to a'ou . AVill you take her?" And she laidMa- ria's hand on the little velvet check. "AVill you love her?" "Oh"," whispered Maria, achmor like a murderer, "if I have killed her mother, I will die for her!" And she gathered the little creature in her arms, and hid her ashen face upon it . There was along, long silence in the room. 1 hen Mrs. March turned her sweet. dim eyes once more upon her husband . And when at last he lifted his face from hers, the gentle soul of this stew-moth er had passed away .Harpers Bazar. Baspbekkv Cijeam. Kub a quart of raspberries , or raspberry jam , through a hair sieA'e, to takeout the seeds; then mix it Avell with cream andsAvceten with ugar to taste ; put it into a stone jug md raise a froth with a chocolate mill ; is the froth rises take it off with a spoon, and lay it upon a hair sieve. When you haA-e got as much froth as you want, put what cream remains into a deep china dish or punchbowl, and nour frothed cream upon it,- as high as it will tie on . -- Stkaitsvili.e, Ohio, is going to send x block of coal weighing two tons to the Centennial exposition . 1