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would institute a law, that each adult citizen DIED—In Winchester, N. H., Mrs. Almyra HY CASTLE.

of this great metropolis, should if possible, Kingman, aged sixty-four years.

visit annually, some one or more of these re- She was a friend to the “ Home," and her Do not, my friends, imagine me in a famous

gions of iniquity ; not as you and I sometimes hands labored for the little ones gathered castle of the olden time, or in some stately do, in a hasty walk to some ferry, with our under its roof, as they did cheerfully in every building of the present day; do not for a moeyes and ears partially closed, but with a scru- other good cause.

With wealth at her comment believe that I am rolling in wealth and tinizing officer at hand, and with a determina- mand, she lived a life of self-denial and luxury, and puffed up with pride, and the con

tion to see the depth of the evil. Whoever economy, but her purse was ever open to the ceit that these things sometimes bring, but should do this and see even the poor dog and

destitute and suffering. Hers was a usefal, look upon me as just what I am ; an humble

cat, slinking away, as if ashamed of their vile blameless and happy life. The presence of the individual, earnestly desiring the happiness of companionship, and of the filthy and swillothers, and the reformation of my poor degra

companionship, and of the filthy and swill- | Saviour gave her the peace which pagseth un

stained coats in which they are forced to ap- derstanding, and we all felt that she was a ded fellow men, and yet unblest with the pe- pear, whoever should do this, must mourn over true Christian woman, and deplore her loss cuniary means to render them the assistance

the depravity of our nature, and must long to where there are so few to fill her place. that I could wish. Under such circumstances, rescue these poor outcasts from this place of

P. what can I do but build castles of my own, out of the materials of my own imagination ;

perdition. I never pass these wretched spots
that I do not yearn for that law of the Persians

For the Advocate and Guardian. and what poor creature in similar circumstan- which would give the young children into the ces has not done the saine, and raised these

BEYOND hands of the state, where they would be airy castles as a sort of compensation for those trained to habits of decency and usefulness;

THERE's a deep and a swift-flowing stream, which he cannot attain ?

Yet restful as life's early dream now what an element of good is lost to our

Is its silent flow; Mine is found in the most disgusting portions country, and what a vast source of evil and Just edging this life's outmost bound of our city, it rises to my view amid sounds of wretchedness is thrown out, the inultitudes who

With a halo of beauty crowned, profanity and scenes of dissipation and filth,

It is linking the great Beyond are daily becoming initiated into the fiendish

With the Long Ago.
and is elevated still higher and higher by the vices of their parents.
cries of helpless children, and the poverty, ig-

There's a home just over the tide
A heart is not sufficient to remedy these

Where the “fallen asleep” abide, norance, distress and sin of the poor, weak, evils, a hand also is needed, and a large one,

Weariless now; sick and depraved creatures who inhabit those for the evil is a many-headed monster which

From the cloud this earth-life woro polluted regions. My castle is a model of

They passed to the shadowless shore, seems to grow larger and spread wider every

Where sorrow may dim never more comfort and cleanliness; it is not distinguished day. Air-castles like mine will not benefit

Each radiant brow, by turrets, domes or ramparts, by marble, oak these poor sufferers, but we want the more

And there is "the rest which remains," or granite; no huge pillars sustain its walls, substantial ones of earth, and in greater num

Just beyond life's passion and pains, and no costly furniture embellishes its apart- ber than we now have them; we want them

Just beyond its prayer ;

While our changelegg, our infinito Friend, ments. It is a plain, neat, spacious building, fortified with morality and all the Christian

Who loving, hath “loved to the end," with plenty of windows to let in the clear graces, and we want to ferret out all these

Waits, with crown, His redeemed to attend; light and fresh air of heaven and plenty of sinks of iniquity, and cause them to give way

Our Jesus is there, pure water and convenient baths to carry off to the better places of which I have spoken.

We think of the new spring's breath, the filth of earth. A place where the wretch- When we have these we can walk our streets

Beyond the winter of death,

Sorrow and woe; ed can coine, and under the supervision of in peace, and have less to mourn over when

We think of the deep, restful tide, competent persons, can learn to live and lead we go to our homes.

Of the loved on “the other side," a new life. A self-supporting place, where the

Of the Friend who for us bath died, abilities of each individual could be correctly

Till we long to go. EXTRACTS FROM CORRESPONDENCE. ascertained and daily occupation of a suitable

But life is an unfinished dream;

There are cares lying darkly between, First Offerings.--Enclosed, you will find kind, provided for each, where the earnings of

Duties and cares; the industrious should not be wasted by the fifty cents, the earnings of Nettie and Flora G.

There are trials which yet must be met;

There are stars in our crowns yet unset; extravagance or ignorance of the vicious and Papa told us if we could do without butter,

We one week, he would give us fifty cents.

There are those whom we dare not forget intemperate, but all should come under one

Still waiting our prayers. wholesome rale; where the children should be

have done so, and as it is the first money we cared for and each returning laborer should be

ever earned, we wish to send it to you, for the Father, grant strength, 'mid life's pain
benefit of the dear children at the Home. We

To take ap our barden againsure of a comfortable meal, and a quiet home

No murmuring sigh ! after the toils of the day were over. hope it will not be our last offering.

Soon, soon will our tired eyes

Meet the rest-light of the skies ; Who that has walked through soine of our Dear Friends at the Home,- In the last

From the trial which purifies city streets, would not long for some such number of the Advocate and Guardian, I no

Dawns the “by and by." place as this, into which he could thrust the ticed the receipt of ten dollars, in addition to

Cleveland, Oct., 1864 majority of those poor objects which constant- the ten dollars sent you some months since, ly meet the eye? Half-clad men, whose | (making in all twenty dollars,) an appropriafaces and forms have lost nearly every vestige tion made by the ladies of the West Meriden

ADVOCATE AND GUARDIAN. of humanity, lost women with blotched skins Moral Reform Society, to constitute one of and tattered garments, lolling idly about the their members a Life Member of your Society; $1 a year, [in advance to Single Subscribers.

Four copies, to one address, at the rate of 750 a year. ground, and passing the rude joke with their and while I would wish to express my sincere

Twelve copies, (and over to one address, 50C more sensual companions, and screaming chil- and heartfelt thanks for the favor conferred Letters concerning the Advocate and Guardian,

and those dren, in filth and nakedness, dragged about

containing funds for the Society, should be addressed: upon me, I also feel to rejoice that we, as a

29 E. 29th Street, and tortured by those of a larger growth. Society, have been enabled thus to contribute These are the poor wretches who greet the to the cause so dear to our hearts. God grant

Letters designed for publication should be addressed to the

Editress of the Advocate and Guardian, 29 E. 29th St., New eye, and impede the steps of all who visit the we may continue in this good work, and thus

Letters designed for the Board or Executive Committee, localities to which I have alluded, and I men- aid and encourage you in your labors of love. and Reports of Auxiliaries, address Corresponding Secretation them not to have them avoided, for I

ries, A. F. G. SOC., 29 E. 29th St., New York. Box 4740. Yours, in Christ,

R. B. M. Advertisements. Only short ones are received-200 a line.

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near the grave with a shr king dread of the try, and he had prayed so earnestly that night, AMERICAN FEMALE GUARDIAN SOCIETY, at the House Beyond.

but the impression wore away. And then his of Industry and Home for the Friendless, 29 E. 29th St.

His four-score years and ten, it seemed a mother died, and he promised her on his knees little time to look back, but when he counted by her bedside that he would not delay to give

them slowly--the years of childhood, youth, a son's true service to the Father of all, and For Terms and Notices, see Last Pages.

manhood and old age, he shuddered and wept. then afterward, kneeling on the damp grass, Who kept the record of all those years? Only by the grave of his only sister, he had prom

ten years less than a century, very little could ised God that he would return to Him, the For the Advocate and Guardian,

he remember-did God know better than he ? Spirit seemed so near, and the holy starlight DYING WITHOUT HOPE.

Were the thoughts and words and deeds of the so full of Him; but he had grieved his Father

days of all those years written by God's fingers so often, so often in the wild rovings of the DYING—and yet no prayer is saidin His recording Book?

years that followed, he had forgotten home The death-damp gathers o'er the brow,

Was it too late ? Could it be too late? If and mother and God, crushing the beseeching
And through the gloomy gates of death
A human soul is passing now.
he had only thought of this before, fifty, forty,

voice in his heart he had wandered farther and Gloomy, for all beyond is dark

twenty years, or even one year before. God farther from the right and the true. No ray of light illumes the gloom

had remembered him with tenderness all these And his wife, yes, he had promised, just to Which hovors o'er the dying couch,

years, but heedless and caring not for Him, quiet her when she died. That was long ago,
And spreads its pall beyond the tomb.
why should he care ?

and the remembrance of the half-century in0, light, O, love, where is thy power ?

The ground was firm under his tread, he felt tervening brought no comfort. How many
0, Christ, draw near this parting soul !
A gleam of hate from those dim eyes,

the quick, bounding life in his veins, why times the Spirit had come into his heart and
Says, “ I'll not yield to Christ's control.

should he care then? But now his palsied he had grieved it away. Would it ever come No, though the lamp of life grows dim,

hands trembled on the top of his staff, he only again? If he could only go to his Father now,
I will not yield to Jesus' power,

tottered as he tried to walk, and his dimmed how he would love to fall, so wearied and help-
For all my life I've hated Him,
eyes had no dear face to rest on.

less, and old and broken-spirited, at His feet;
He shall not triumph at this hour."

the but
Gone-with that dying look of hate

Still lingering in those stony eyes !
Dear Christ, they might have radiant beamed

stifling but he could bear that if it were only groaned in spirit, the fire died out, the clock
On the blest fields of Paradise.

all! It was hard, oh! it was hard to die, and struck twelve and the dawn of another-his
0, let me learn, from this dread hour,

life was too bitter, with weakened intellect last New Year, found bim still far away from
To shun the paths of sin and guilt,
and diseased frame, to care to live. Desire had his Father's home.

The old man dragged
That lead to such a death the souls
For whom the "precious blood” was spilt.

failed, the “grasshopper” had become "a through the long, last days of his life, each
burden," and there was not room for him on

sunset bringing him nearer-what? That
O let my soul safe sheltered be
Beneath the shadow of Christ's love,

the earth, the rush of young, eager life pushed hopeless, helpless old man, the angels must
That, walking in His steps on earth,

him aside. And the hereafter! "O, God," have pitied him, the Son of God must have
I may find rest with Him above.

he groaned, “crush me into nothing, kill my longed to save him for whom He died !

Spring came, but the young, fresh life, the
To-morrow morning would bring the light emblem of the resurrection brought no glad-

of his ninety-first New Year. It was almost ness to Stephen Cremorne. He was only wait-

midnight now, the old man sat by his lonely ing to die! One morning he sat at his cottage
STEPHEN OREMORNE was an old man, old fire, in its light reading all his past. All those door, leaning on his staff, his head bowed and
and weary, weary of life, of being and doing, happy New Years in his mother's home, when on his lips trembling a little feeble prayer that
weary of trying and failing, weary of age and he never forgot to say his prayers at night and God would have mercy on him, a sinner.
care, weary of earth and weary of longing for when the thought of God was pleasant to him, “Good morning,” said a merry voice, and a
a rest from earth's weariness. His life had and once when the old minister had said, boy on his way to school stopped in front of

might have been," and now, full of “Love God now, my boy, don't wait till you him and repeated his cheery "good morning." years and cares and sorrows, he stood very are old," and how he had thought he would “Good morning," said the old man raising,

brink of his

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his head, “and a long, bright life to you, my had gone to his Father, that he couldn't wait For a moment my eyes rested upon the son." when he knew his Father was willing to re

bowed figure, and my thoughts went roving “Life is bright enough to me, Father Ste- ceive him back again.

to combinations of great beauty, made from phen," said the boy,

the discarded treasures of the trees. She “Perhaps it is, it was to me once. Remem

will twine boquets for her mantel," said I, ber your Father now, and it will always be

or form wondrous frames for pictures, or bright, and the end brightest of all."


group in one elaborate casket these gems that “There's time enough, Father Stephen, No accusation could be more galling to a

vie with the emerald, and the topaz, and the when I'ın old like you, I'll begin.”

true patriot than that of disloyalty. Nothing carbuncle, and the ruby. I have seen whole “Old-like me,” Stephen's voice trembled, wonld sooner excite his anger, than to say to

branches waving brilliantly from tall vases, "Did the Spirit ever ask you to love Jesus?" him, “ You are in rebellion against the best

she will cluster the rich leaves, and make a “I don't know," said the boy, a little fright- of governments." But such cases often occur.

mimic autumn in the parlors of her city home." ened. Those who would sacrifice their dearest inter

There was such pleasure in these imaginings “ He will come to you, He does to every- ests for their country, whose only thoughts

-but, alas, no truth, for the ideal is terribly body, and there will be a last time-remember are for its welfare, forget too often that “there

lost in the sternly real in this life—and instead a last time.”

is another King, one Jesus," whose commands of stooping joyously to gather the gold, and " And then ?” the boy whispered.

they do not heed, and whose invitations they russet, and crimson leaves to adorn her rooms, “And then, after death the judgment, just reject. They forget that the Son of the Most

the poor woman was eagerly searching amid remember that." High, the only begotten of the Father, “the

the fallen treasure for the necessary wealth of “ Has he come to you for the last time ?" brightness of His glory, and the express image refuse coal. My heart ached for her as she

“I don't know, I'm afraid so. God have of His person," was “made flesh and dwelt | pursued her miserable task; but it leaped formercy," and his head sank on his staff again, among us."

ward with glad anticipation to the time when The boy went on swinging his satchel and

He came from a place of perfect happiness

the trees will no more cast their leaves, and whistling, but he paused a moment at the to one of sorrow: from where all tears are

there shall be neither frost nor cold. school-gate just to ask God never to let His wiped away, to our earth where they are conHoly Spirit leave him, and Stephen Cremorne

stantly falling. He came to wear a human prayed leaving on his staff, “O, Holy Spirit, form, to be exposed to temptations, to endure come back to me again.” human sorrows. He had no place there to lay

HOW TO MAKE BEAUTIFUL HOMES. Spring grew into summer, one afternoon

His head. He suffered with hunger, when He The greater part of our population are waitFather Stephen was sitting at his cottage-door

knew that the silver and gold were His, and ing till they can afford to have pleasant homes, half asleep, with the prayer that never left him

and the cattle upon a thonsand hills. Truly forgetting that they can at no time afford to quivering sometimes hopefully, but oftener a

He was a man of sorrows and acquainted with have any other. We take the color of our daiwail on his lips. The country lay asleep in

grief. It was the Lord of glory who came ly surroundings, and are happier, more amiathe summer sunshine and Father Stephen fell

thus-not to judge and panish His guilty sub-ble, stronger to labor, and firmer to endure, asleep dreaming that he was welcomed, a son

jects, for He says, “I came not to judge the when those sorroundings are pleasing and in in his Father's home.

world ;" and again, “I came not into the world | good taste. To possess these important quali“Good afternoon," said the school-boy,

to condemn the world.” It was not to rule, ties, they need not be expensive. True beauty throwing his satchel down on the grass, “ How

for He said, “My kingdom is not of this is cheaper than we think. The first charm of a

world." “ The Son of man came to seek and home, within and without, is thorough neatness, do you do, Father Stephen ?"

to save that which was lost.” The world was and this is the result of habit, not outlay. It is "Passing away, my son, I shall soon be

created by the “word of His power;" for its often cheaper than filth. Paint the house if you redemption Christ died.

can : if not whitewash ; but in any case let it “Are you glad you are going home ?"

Would that those who are endeavoring to be in thorough repair. Let there be no loose “I'm not sure, if I were sure, I should be chastise and bring back those in rebellion shingles, or dangling clapboards, or gate hangglad."

against an earthly government, might remem- ing by a broken hinge. These hints favor The boy sat down on the grass and looked ber their own great sin against a higher gov- thrift as well as taste. Let the house be suffiup pityingly into the old man's face.

ernment; that the question might come home ciently shaded. This will pay in comfort, wear “I wish you were sure, Father Stephen, I to them, “Thou that makest thy boast in the of furnitare, and lack of flies. If you cannot wish I could do something for you." law, through breaking the law dishonorest

afford green blinds, you can always afford a “Serve God now, don't put it off, I can be thou God?"

green tree or two, that costs nothing but laan old guide-post, warning of the wrong way How many of those who desire the great bor and patience, and will shelter you from the and pointing to the right, if I can't be any- blessing of peace for our land, have not yet sun in Summer and the wind in Winter. thing else.”

made their peace with God. Let all such re- Plant vines of some kind about your premisWhy can't you be anything else ?” member that Jesus came to save. Cast all

es—they are indispensable to grace; they show "It's too late, too late.”

your care upon Him, for He careth for you. that nature takes kindly to your home, and “Who said so? God hasn't."

And the “peace of God, which passeth all has thrown her arm round it. You need not “God hasn't_oh, perhaps He hasn't,” and understanding, shall keep your hearts and resort to costly climbers ; woodbine and Stephen's face grew radiant with the new minds, through Christ Jesus."

clematis may be had for the gathering, and thought, “God hasn't said so; I thought He

grapes and hop-vines may be so trained as to had."

combine beauty and protit. Let your turf be

For the Advocate and Guardian. The boy spoke again, but Father Stephen's

smooth and firm as velvet, and enforce the

UNDER MY WINDOW. head was bowed on his staff, “God hasn't said

death penalty upon weeds with an unsparing so."

The autumn leaves were lying thick and hand. No man, rich or poor, can afford to raise "I will arise and go to my Father.” The golden upon the walk, and bending over, with weeds. They choose the richest spots, where old man arose and tottered into the cottage. her fingers diving into this wealth, was a re- flowers, or fruit, or vegetables, might grow, and

The next morning he died; "of old age," the spectable woman, who seemed intent upon send abroad their seeds as missionaries of evil neighbors said, but the school-boy thought he her object, whatever it might be.

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ways have their vegetable “Five Points," of their brothers may not cease in their utmost own glorious triuinphs, through him or her where sin and misery are mimicked in pigweed, exertions till the top stone of Liberty's temple who will obtain and use them.. Yea, lle deburdock and nettles. A very few flowers will has been brought forth with shoutings of praise lighteth to use the weak things of the world suffice ; a monthly rose in the window, a to Him who laid its corner-stone and super- to confound the things that are mighty, and morning-glory over the doorway, a bright bor- intended its up-rearing, neither may they who, things that are naught to bring to nanght der between your kitchen garden and the like the Marys, follow Him who was annointed things that are." street; these add to the picture just those “to preach good tidings to the meek, to bind Let us, then, in this battle of the Lord's—for touches of color that make it pleasant to the up the broken-hearted, to proclaim liberty to verily the principles of His own eternal throne eye. With half a dozen cheap and common the captives, the opening of the prison to have been assailed-obtain from the divine kinds, your wife will take care that something then that are bound," cease doing what they resources continual supplies of light, strength, is always in bloom.

can till the mighty, indestructible, gloriously wisdom and love, entreating the God of David But flowers are gross feeders, and if you keep beautiful structure, stands, the admiration, the

to teach“

our hands to war and our fingers to no domestic animals, you fancy, perhaps, that joy and rejoicing of every lover of God and fight;" and when the triumphal procession of you have no manure. You never were more humanity.

Victor Immangel's host shall be gathered from mistaken. Every human dwelling is a center As, now and then, when the smoke and din earth's campaigns for the honors of the coming of fertilizing agents, mostly wasted as times go, of successive battles subsides, and faith renews day, we, too, may share in its laurels and rich enough to make the whole plot around it her expectant gaze, and this and that added blossom as the rose. Tell the soil that you stone is beheld, and complete accomplishment have nothing to give it ! Give it what you is more and more sounded out as the nation's have, and it will laugh in your face. The suds will, let her words of cheer become more fre- We copy the following from The Citizen, a very excellent

weekly journal, published by the Citizen's Association, of from the laundry is a store of liquid wealth. quent and hearty, and all the intellectual, moral

This Journal is eminently worthy the patronNever waste a drop of it in drains or sewers. and physical power of which she is possessed, age of all who desire to aid by personal and Christian It is a floating currency, promising to pay be zealously laid under tribute toward the vast

influence, the moral and sanitary reforms so imperatively

needed in this great city.-ED. roundly in grass and vegetables and fruit. In- undertaking

THE FAMILY. vest it in your home bank, which never sus- The time was when comparative secrecy pends payment. These grassy slopes are green- characterized the righteous work of our coun

If there be on earth an institution which backs whose issue is as good as gold. Carpet

try. The whys, wherefores and intentions may pre-eminently claim a divine origin, it is sweepings are manure in a concentrated form.

were only whispered. But as the necessity, the family. Its founder is God himself. He Dug into your flower-borders, they weave a importance, blessedness and results of that work designed it as the seminary, not only for the a richer pattern than the one from which they have been unfolding in the light of God's truth nurture of our physical nature through infancy Those old bones that deform the

and the experience of the country, the nation and weakness, but much more for the inculcapreinises, if buried beneath the grape vine will

has become more out-spoken, more daring; tion and beautiful growth of those sentiments be “health to the bones” of all your friends. and now this trath has obtained such magni- and principles which prepare us for the service Old boots and shoes, those most unsightly tude and become so pressing, that many of our of God and mankind, in all the offices of love wrecks, are the favorite food of the raspberry appointed teachers are fearless in declaiming and duty, of patriotism, humanity, religion, and all its palatable kio. Tainted brine, if the whole counsel of God; and in soine it is and form the charactar which heaven can adsuch unhappily is yours, is a treasure for the

as a fire shut up which must and does blaze mit to its everlasting mansions. This is the plum-trees and the asparagus-bed ; slaken lime forth.

proper scope and purpose of the family instituwith it, and it will make a rich dressing for 0, when truth is unbound, what encourage- tion, and no adequate substitute for its agency any garden soil. Every household should have

ment to labor and pray! For has not the exists on earth. How beautifully, and by its compost-bed, be it only an old packing-box,

God of truth said, “My word shall not return what a sweet process, is the edncation of the where woolen rags, bits of paper, apple paring, unto me void ;” “Whatsoever ye sow ye shall heart and its affections conducted in the borefuse of vegetables, slops from the kitchen,

som of a judicious and pious family, through chips and saw-dust, are storing up the ele

There is no exemption from this warfare of infancy, childhood, and youth! A presence and ments of a glorious growth. Let not yours be

right and wrong principle, of truth and error. a power are there, hallowing all they touch, one of the homes, where all these bright possi- | Male and female have already been drafted felt in the depths of the soul, in the visitings of bilities arrive only at “ burning instead of beau

therein by Jehovah of hosts. We may not strange joys, in the ethereal dreamings of hope, ty." We have named but a part of the fertil- guiltlessly evade it. We may with honored in the balmy air of love and fond tenderness, in izers of every household. Generally speaking, consent obey it. Yes, dear sisters, we may the soft and holy light that falls from heaven on whatever is offensive to the sight or smell is

and must use those weapons which are not the family altar, the patriarchal priest, the urging the appeal to our revolted tastes, Bury

carnal. The glittering, two-edged sword, the big old Bible, and the mother's eye so mild and me, and I'll do you good.-Springfield Repub- word of the Lord; the all-prevailing prayer saint-like. What wonder that in all life's lican.

which “moves the arm that moves the world;" changes, roam where we may, and in whatthe helmet, our glorious hope of certain deliv- ever circumstances, the Christian home of our erance; the preparation of the gospel of peace;

childhood is remembered with religious yearnthe mild, winning, permeating influence of a ings; the green sward, the brook, the cottage, A WORD TO MY COUNTRYWOMEN.

Saviour's spirit exemplified; the shield of faith, bathed in mellow light, never fade from the THERE never has been a time since the com- which will quench all the fiery darts that past, and thither, back from our most dismencement of the nation's strife, when women wonld seek to hinder our belping hands, we tant wanderings, we repeat the gladly made could say, we have no part to take in behalf of

must use; and with them shall not fail greatly pilgrimage to that “Palestine and Mecca of the our country. Their earnest pleadings before to assist our noble brothers in undermining mind ;" and often, amid the strifes of the world Israel's God, their works of love, their tears of and destroying the strongholds of evil, and in and the vaultings of ambition, we are both sympatlıy, their willing sacrifices, the abun

carrying up the building that must ultimately reproached and soothed with the hope, that dance of their hearts, by mouth and pen, their defy all the assaults of foes and the ravages of in the spot where our infarcy uttered its first sweet and potent influence, direct and indirect, time.

innocent lisp, our old age may disburthen itself have all been londly called for, and their blessed He who is no respecter of persons will work of sin and care, and slumber as sweetly as we privilege to give. And while the strong arms by these, His own appointed means for His then did upon our mother's bosom!

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The family institution can never be set aside and men, of everything like a violent spirit of are borne along to their last resting place. without dire and monstrous results. It was faction and party. They were for their coun- All who can, leave, but there are still thouordained to fit men for usefulness, for kindness, try before all things else; for the restoration sands left, and many of these are doomed for deeds of generous benevolence, love and of peace, order, and unity ; for the vindication creatures. Hugh's little shop is closed and mercy, and no substitute for it can be found.

of the national anthority ; for the maintain- the furniture has been removed, within all As the progress by which the fruits of the earth ence of the integrity and sovereignty of the one

is silent and desolate, Ah! a long black crape are brought forward from the bud and blos- supreme Government, without which we cease

flutters from the door. Death, the king of som to finished ripeness and beauty, by which to be a nation, lose every security for peace

terrors, has been there, but whom has he called is imparted the inimitable and living blash, and every title to respect, and become the

away? Is it Margie? No, it is neither the fragrant odor, the perfect flavor, can be prey of domestic broils and foreign enemies.

Margie nor her father—the gentle spirit of carried on only by nature, by laws of assimila- These gentle but heroic men, were little inclin

Margaret Wilson has taken its flight. Her tion, affinity, and thousand-fold elimination, ed to cavil about subordinate points of differ

holy work, her exalted mission is done ; no above all counterfeiting art of chemist, painter, ence. They might nominally belong to one par

more will she minister to her family, her la. and sculptor, so the process of forming, training ty or another; their preferences might incline

bors of love are over; suddenly a chariot of

fire rested at the door of that humble man. ripening the heart, can be achieved only by one way or another on many political questions ; the thousand-fold influence of the family insti

sion, and from the heated little room, from but they saw that everything dear to the heart

the cares and toils of life, she went up to the tution. All the philosophers and artists in of a Christian patriot was at stake. They be

city whose streets are of pure gold and the the world cannot make a peach-all the schools lieved that every question of the day, however

leaves of whose trees are for the healing of and governments in the world cannot make a magnified by excited minds, was utterly insig- the nations. Sudden and glorious change MAN, and put a warm and gentle heart into nificant compared with the one present, vital, from darkness to light, as when the traveler his bosom. Alas! how many stupid attempts supreme object of beating down the unhallowed

emerges from dry, parched deserts to a land to do it have been made and failed. Train sword of rebellien, and reinstating an insulted springing with eternal fountains of living vines on the north side of an iceberg, moisten and distracted country in her place of strength waters, from feverish pain and suffering, to their roots with Dead Sea water, and expect and glory. God give us all a like spirit ? I where all these are “felt and feared no more." juices, bland and nectarean as from fruits mel- fully appreciate the evils of war. I sigh and And poor Hugh felt crushed by the blow, lowed beneath Italian skies. Train man's pray for peace--peace in the righteous triumphs a few days' sickness, (yet longer than usual heart elsewhere than amid the select and sa- of a just Government. For great armies and in such a disease,) then an eternal separation. cred influences and associations of home, and navies I have no especial predilection ; but I Could it be possible? He looked from his with equal reason expect from it the gentle, am sometimes made to feel that there is one dying wife to his almost motherless children, generous beating of humanity. There are no place where patriotism-devoted love of coun- and so with his great brawny hand clasping springs of love where there are no gushings of trymay survive and burn brightly even

her thin, wasted one, passed the last few household memories. though it should perish everywhere else ; and

hours of their earthly communing. How that is among the lieroic men who daily face human nature clings to and recalls those death rather than see that country dismember

hours, and how all too rapidly they vanish THE SPIRIT OF OUR SOLDIERS AND SAILORS. ed, dishonored, and ruined."

into the sorrowful past ! "Oh! my poor

children,” said the dying woman, her breath In Bishop Potter's address before the recent

growing fainter as she spoke, “ how can I Convention of the New-York Diocese, occurs

leave them so soon ?" and her


rested the following passage, which must be very grate

Children's Department.

upon the minister who had been suddenly ful to every true lover of his country. All

called in. " I will be a God to thee and to honor to the loyal and patriotic bishop:

tly seed after thee," he repeated in a solemn, “And now, since in bodying forth an image

For the Advocate and Guardian. impressive tone. "The promise is to you of self-devotion, thoughts of war and of a strug


and to your children, can you not leave them gling country have come rising up with it, let

in the hands of a covenant-keeping God ?" me, in a single word, refer to one part of my

The dying eye grew brighter, holy faith experience during the last three years, which,

The fierce, burning heat of an August sun could triumph even then-ope could light to me, has been, in these days of sorrow, full of glowed upon the red brick of the houses and

up even that last awful hour, faith had made consolation—not a little encouraging to hope. pavements of the close, crowded city. Stately

“Even that gloomy vale of death Within three years often, on special occasions mansions and gorgeous marble halls were in

A smile of glory wear.” and under peculiar circumstances, I have con

most cases deserted, their occupants having “Yes,” she slowly faltered, “I can leave firmed a large number of officers and soldiers sought refuge in cool country seats and fash

ionable watering places, but the close, con safe, Father, from the evil that is in the of the army and navy of the United States.

fined dwellings of the poor contained multi- world and gather us all together again." They were going to the front, or temporarily re

tudes who had no such refreshing change, Feebly and slowly came the parting breath, a turning from it, in not a few cases, about to face

and amongst these during the summer months the last great enemy in the sick-room.

deathly stupor clouded the brain, so that the Op

sickness and death usually make frightful mother, whose heart had so yearned over her portunities were often afforded for a good deal

havoc. Hugh used often to congratulate little ones, knew them not, as they stood of private conversation, and in many instances

himself that his house was not located in the I had the inexpressible satisfaction of observing crowded business streets of the city, but in

around her; night cast a pall over the city,

in whose midst the angel of death had been what I thought clear indications that the permore retired place, with but few stores gleaning for the harvest, but long ere it fell

, sons whom I met had been made, not worse, around, but the terrible heat of to-day seems Margie's great trial and with it her great but better, while periling their lives in the sa

to leave little room for congratulation. The work had fallen upon her. cred cause of their country. The fact is no streets are almost deserted, here and there a Silently Hugh watched the preparations doubt, often otherwise. Nevertheless, the ob- few pedestrians are seen, but they walk along for the hasty funeral, a few neighbors gatherservation which I have made is, I believe, more with languid step, and everywhere men gaze ed in. For one short day he was left alone extensively true than we are apt to imagine. at each other in blank, hopeless apathy, or with all that remained of his wife, the simple But what I designed more particularly to re- silent fear. Cholera, that terrible scourge of services were then performed at the house, mark was something quite different. It was the race, is abroad, pestilence stalks in the and four hacks wound their way to the the almost universal absence, in those officers streets, and day by day some poor victims' cemetery. Alas! there is so much irremedi



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