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Flora Bundy 10c each, May, Flora and Octavia
Lockwood, Fred and Charlie 05c each, Freddy 06c
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Wilmot, Elwood and Hannah Crossman, Hunting-

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Master Willie Potter, Schenectady.

Mrs Stephen Merritt to const herself and daughters, Mrs S. Merritt, Jr., and Mrs Ann E. Merritt Hook of Nyack, L. M's.

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Emilie, Addie and Johnnie 25c each, Herbert and
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Ida and F. W. Artell 15c and Rollin 05, orphan chil-
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N. J.-Miss J. McKenzie to ap. on 2d payt of L. M..... Ind.-Mrs Emma L. Pierce, Lafayette, to com. L.M. Ohio.-Mrs Amelia Case, Columbus, to const herself a L. M...

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N. N. Tiffany, Silas and Hattie C., Mary and Mira Halsey 25c each, Mary Edwards 15c, Ella, Anna, Eddie and Richard Halsey, Hattie and Lilly Hand, Alice W, and Louisa E. 10c each, Bridgehampton

Willie 38c, Morey 10c, Archie 05c, York..

N. Y. City.-Harlow Eaton and Herbert Dwinnell, 25c, a Friend 50c...

N. J.-Collected in S. School, Caldwell, per J. N. Sprague

Penn.-Randolph 25c, Cora, Rosetta, Maro, Re-
na and Dora 10c each, Ada, Byron and Freddie,
Delos, Diton, Augusta, Sophia. Charlie, Eva, Ella
and Nellie 66c, Laurenceville...
Estella Davis 28c, Frank Miller 10c, Clara and Iza
11c, Platea. Eddie and Vinnie Clark 51c, Pageville
Laura and Emma Bond, Kasson..

III.-Norton and Fannie Talcott, Rockford..
Julia and Frankie 50c each, Alice 35c Hallock.
Ella 10c. Georgie, Frankie, Luta and Willie 20c,
Green Valiey.

Contents of Willie's and Georgie's Savings Bank 55c,
Arthur, Lizzie and Henry 45c, Ottawa...........
Alla and Arthur Laurence, Roscoe.
Ind.-Ellenor Butler, Mary and Ella Hubbard 25c
each, Mrs B. 25c, Raysville....

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Oliver White 50c, Willie Coleman 20c, Arthur B. 15c John, Alonzo and Libbie 30c, their teacher 25c, Laura and Etta 10c. Marion.... Oregon.-Mary and Isabel Warner, Engene City..... Cal. School at Willow Cottage, Edwin Knapp 40c, his brother Sewell 20c, Anna Mansfield and Walter More 50c, Benny 15c, Herbert, William, Eugene, Charles, Jacob, Hattie and Mary 10c, Mary 05c, Susan Marshall, a little visitor 50c, Columbia. WIDOWS' FUND.

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Mrs R. Robinson, Mrs House and Mrs Norton each 100, Mrs J. Robinson, Mrs Coe, Mrs Gillespie, Mrs Place, Mrs Merriam, Mrs Hathaway, Mrs M. House, Mrs Huyek, Mrs Rowe, Mrs Taylor Miss Pride and Miss Hosmer 50c each, other friends 200, to compt L. M. of Mrs Julia A. Hale, New Haven.

Mrs Levinia J. Phelps, Scipioville, to compt L. M... Mrs Elvira Hurd to apply on L. M., Georgetown..... Mrs Julia A. V. Wood, Brooklyn, payt on L. M. for herself and daughter, Caroline B. Wood, per Mrs C. W. Hawkins.

N. Y. City.-Mrs J. B. Varnum to const Mrs James W. Underhill a L. M..

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CLOTHING, PROVISIONS, &c., received from Jan. 10th to Jan. 25th, 1864.

Mass. Northampton, package of clothing from Mrs Thurston, pillow-cases, testaments, papers, tracts, etc. from Lizzie E. Chamberlain.

North Hadley, 4 quilts and a large print testament from Mrs Kellogg.

Chicopee, a box of clothing, calico, etc. from a few ladies, per L. A. Moody.

Conn.-Sherman, a bbl. of clothing, dried fruit, etc. from
Susan Hungerford and other ladies of Dis. No. 1.
Gaylordsville, a bbl. of quilts and clothing from the ladies.
Southbury, a half bbl. of clothing from Mrs Susan Scott
and package of clothing from Mrs Harriet Summers.
Colebrook, a bbl. of clothing, quilt, butter, dried apples,
beans, etc., from a few friends, per Mrs Caroline Corbin.
Danbury, 2 prs. stockings from Miss Marriette Crosby.
N. Y.-Schuyler Falls, a box of quilts and clothing from
Mrs John Eels, Peru, Mrs Ayres, Mrs Weaver, Mrs
Spencer and other ladies.

Norwich, a box of quilts, clothing, dried fruit, etc., collected by Mrs Paddock, Mrs M. P. Vosburgh and Mrs E. Brown.

Greene, a box of quilts, clothing, dried fruit, etc. from friends.

Walton, dried fruit from Jennie Hull.

New Hartford & Frankfort, a bbl. quilts, clothing, dried fruit, etc. from a few ladies, per Mrs Timothy Wadsworth.

Andes, a box of clothing and dried fruit from the Ladies' Sew. Soc., Cabin Hill.

North Bangor, a collar from Mrs N. Lee.

New Graefenberg, a quilt and comfortable from Mrs J. Gaylord.

Twinsburg, a collar from Miss Haddock.

Richfield Springs, a box quilts, clothing, dried fruit, etc. from the fadies of the Pres. Soc., per Mrs S. W. Parsons. Burdett, a box quilts, clothing, dried fruit, etc., from Mrs Tuthill and a few other ladies, also quilt from the little girls of the Methodist Soc. and one from two little girls of the Pres. Soc.

West Milton, bbl. quilts, clothing and dried fruit from Mrs Jacob D. Settle and other friends, per S. G. Bullions. North Kortright, box of clothing from Mrs Lydia A. Smallie, Mrs Lydia A. Packett, Mrs Sarah McCracken, Mrs Henry Wilson and other ladies.

South Avon, box quilts and clothing from the ladies of the Soldiers' Aid Soc.. per Mr. E. Bacon, Jr.

Rye, package dresses and aprons from Mrs T. Haviland and Mrs S. Stiles.

Marcellus, collar from an unknown friend.

Carlton, box clothing, quilts, dried fruit etc. from Aid Soc. York, box clothing, quilt, dried fruit, beans, etc. from the Cong. Soc., a ball from Morey.

N. Y. City.-Collar, for Bazaar, from Mrs M. Browne. Packages of clothing from Mrs Sandford, a Friend, Mrs Davis, Mrs C. S. T.

Trunk of clothing from Mrs Robinson.

Crockery to the value of 14 00 from Oscar Cheeseman, 24 pairs of children's shoes from Bell, Wheelock & Co. 1 doz. cotton spools from Jones & Turbell. Penn.-Erie, box clothing from Mrs Reed, Mrs Love, Mrs McCreary and others, per Mrs Carpenter. Springfield X Roads, box quilts and clothing from friends, per Susie K. Savage.

Scranton, fancy articles, for Bazaar, from Mrs George R. Sprague.

Mich.-Pontiac, bbl. clothing and dried fruit from the ladies and box of dolls and pincushions for Bazaar from an aged lady.

Ashley, box clothing, dried fruit, etc. from friends, per Mrs L. Prescott.

Smyrna, package clothing from Mrs L. B. Fish. 0.-Conneaut, 4 prs. stockings from Mrs H. Kilbourn. Sheffield Lake, box quilts, clothing, pin-cushions, etc. from the little girls' Sew. Soc., per G. W. Fitch.

POSTMASTERS and others, desiring papers to be discontinued, will please send the name of the P. O. as well as of the subscriber.

NOTICE.

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I give and bequeath to the American Female Guardian Society, incorporated by the Legislature of New York, in the year 1849, the sum of $, to be applied for the Benefit of the Home for the Friendless, or to other charitable uses of said Society.

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EXTRACTS FROM CORRESPONDENCE.

A Voice from the South.-A friend in New Orleans, forwarding a check for twenty-five dollars, adds: Perhaps I ought to have made the amount much larger, but there is a vast harvest-field in the South, in which laborers ought to be supported, if faithful ministers and teachers can be found to enter it and consecrate their lives to the great work. I see not how intelligent, devoted Christians can neglect now to pray the "Lord of the harvest" to send forth laborors into this important field. Even intelligent patriots must see that the future destiny of this nation depends much upon the nature of the efforts that may be made to instruct and elevate the ignorant millions of the South, both colored and white, who have been made such by the terrible curse of American Slavery. I hope the New York societies will be sending out missionaries and teachers soon.

From " over the Prairies."-Dear Friends, -Enclosed I send you three dollars for the use of your good cause. May it be blessed to the needy. I am preaching in a missionary field with some promise of good. I have, every week, to travel to appointments eight or ten miles over the prairies, which are bleak in winter and beautiful in summer.

Faith and Works.-When this war began I had two noble sons, all the children I ever had; but where are they to-day? The grass covers them both; the grave of iny youngest, my Benjamin, cannot be found.

So you

see my grief is great, but I trust I do not mourn as those who have no hope. I still feel to say, "Though He lay me, yet will I trust in Him."

I am trying to do some good yet. I adopted a little motherless girl soon after my sons left their home, and I hope we may prove a comfort to each other, while our Heavenly Father permits us to remain on earth.

A life patron.-"I have ever taken the paper since the first prospectus was issued. I would not part with it while I live, but the time will soon come for me to lay aside this worn-out tenement. I am eighty years old. It is very plain to me that God owns and will continue to bless your labors, therefore I bid you God speed.

From your friend, Mrs. A. M.

Thirty subscribers.-By a little extra effort about thirty new subscribers have been obtained for the coming year.

Your noble cause has many friends in our community. An effort has been made to circulate the Advocate in families where there are children and youth, that the good, wholesome reading which it contains may be widely disseminated, thus partially counteracting the tendency of the over-abundant supply of light literature, so universally diffused throughout our country.

S. C. M.

Dear Mrs. S.-I have taken the Advocate for
a number of years, and about four years ago
visited your Institution. By this means the
impression I had already formed, that it is
one of the noblest and best in our land, was
deepened. I desire at this late period in life
(having already lived beyond that allotted
to mankind, being seventy-three,) to become
a Life Member of your Society. I enclose
twenty dollars, wishing and praying that God
will prosper and bless you and your associates
in all your endeavors for good.

In bonds of Christian affection, respectfully
A. B.

yours.

"All at work."-Please find enclosed six dollars for twelve copies of the Advocate, which send to my address. I write you from the sick-room, and the enclosed money is the result of the efforts of an aged widow lady in her eighty-fourth year, who, wishing to aid your good cause, hath done what she could. Two children send twenty cents.

Mrs. Abigail Hitchcock, wife of Mr. Amos Hitchcock of Bethany, Ct., died August 22d, 1863, aged 54. She was indeed a help-meet to her husband and literally spun out her life in ardent zeal and pious devotion to the cause of Christ, and in untiring effort to promote comfort and happiness in her family. We trust she is now in that happy throng, that surround the throne of God and the Lamb forever.

DIED, in Lawrence, N. Y., August 19th, 1863, Mrs. Mary, wife of Mr. Harley Heading, Sen., in her 68th year, of cancerous affection of the stomach. In her death the church has lost a brightest ornaments, and the needy a neverworthy member, the community one of its failing benefactress. Her sympathy extended to the suffering, of every grade in life; but the enslaved of our land, the poor in her own vicinity, and the orphan and the destitute at the "Home," were especial objects of her charity. Many years since, through her influence, a "Female Benevolent Society" was formed, of which she was long the efficient President, and though many and liberal were the donations of the Society, yet no box was filled, or parcel sent, that did not contain a goodly, and generous amount from her hand. But while thus devoting her means to the relief of the destitute at a distance, the children of poverty about her were not forgotten; and it may be said, in truth, that want literally went smiling from her door, and the cause which she knew not she searched out. Scores have received blessings from her hand who never knew the giver; yet the poor who did know her rose up to call her blessed. Her last work was to prepare a quilt for the Home, but she was called to her home above before it was completed, leaving it to be finished by her daughters after her decease, which they promptly did, thus showing that the mother's

mantle has fallen where it will be honored The quilt will be forwarded in the box from this place, with her name attached. She was a constant subscriber for the Advocate for nearly thirty years, aud aided much to extend its circulation. Well may we say of her that her work is done, and well done. Her mind was clear and calm to the last, her trust in her Redeemer was unwavering, and to her death had no terrors. A large circle of friends mourn her loss, but they mourn as for one who sleeps in Jesus.

LOCINA MEAD, Pres. Nicholville, N. Y., Oct. 28th, 1863

MY AULD WIFE.

BY HIRMAN SMITH.

Oh! dinna say her bonny face

Is altered by the touch e' time,
Nor say her form has lost the grace-

The matchless grace that marked its prime.
To me she's fairer, lovelier now

Than crowned wi' bloom o' early days;
For changefu' years have only made
More winsome all her looks and ways.

List to her voice! Was e'er a tone
Sae full o' tender love and truth?
Match me its music if ye can

Wi' a' the gleesome air o' youth!
And then her e'e-her gentle e'e;
What though its laughing light has fled,
If in its calm blue depths I see

A heaven of peace and joy instead?

Her sunny locks-yes, they are changed:
Yet still I bow to Time's behest,
For though the rogue has stolen the gold,
I love, I love the silver best.
What could become that fair meek brow
Like those smooth, lustrous bands of white ?
I touch them reverently, as one
Might touch an angel's crown of light.

For life's inevitable storms

Its waves of grief, its clouds of care,
Its many trials, bravely borne,

Have made these tresses what they are.
But praise to Him who rules the world!
Good smiles beside each frowning ill-
The storms dear wife, that bleached thy locks,
Have made thy spirit whiter still.

If thou didst seem a flower before,
For sportive days of sunshine given;
Thou smilest on my pathway now,
The star that lights a clouded heaven.
What though the lengthening shadows fall,
That show me near my day's decline,
I fear no doom, I dread no change,
While thy dear hand is clasped in mine.

Ah! they who name the woman weak,
Know not what thou hast been to me!
One Being, only One, can know

The holy strength I've learned from thee.
All cares were sweet, all burdens light,
All crosses crowns while thou wert nigh!
Thy love hath taught me how to live,

Thy smile shall teach me how to die.

ADVOCATE AND GUARDIAN.

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GUARDIAN

"I delivered the poor that cried, and the fatherless, and him that had none to help him; the cause that I knew not I searched out."-Job xxix. 12, 16.

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Published, Semi-monthly, by the Executive Committee of the
AMERICAN FEMALE GUARDIAN SOCIETY, at the House
of Industry and Home for the Friendless, 29 E. 29th St.
EDITED BY MRS. SARAH R. L. BENNETT.

For Terms and Notices, see Last Pages.

Sempronius.

For the Advocate and Guardian.
LOVE.

BY EMMA C. NASON.
LOVE is not exalted,
Has a lowly mind,
Its own never seeketh,
And is gentle, kind;
Doing deeds of mercy

Where its footsteps go,
And it never curses
Either friend or foe.
Love is ever patient,

And will suffer long;
In all truth rejoiceth,

Meekly beareth wrong;
To sharp words replieth
In tones soft and low,
And sweet love returneth
Kisses for a blow.
When reports are evil,
Love is kind and meek;
Very slow of hearing.
Slower still to speak;
But forever hopeth,

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As love only could,

That behind the curtain

There's some hidden good,

And love never telleth
Of another's sin,

But, with melting sweetness,
Goeth quick to him,
Speaketh of his error
When they are alone,
In the kindest manner,

And the sweetest tone.
Hatred speaketh sharply,
And reproof it flings;
But Love has a better
Way of doing things;
For it gains the wayward,
Saving all the smart
Of reproof, while closely
Draws, in love, that heart.
All that truly comforts
On earth, or above,
All that makes us happy,
Is pure, tender love;
When upon our hearts' throne
We this pure love seat,
And do all its biddings,
Life is very sweet.

For the Advocate and Guardian.
THE WARDEN'S DAUGHTER.
A LITTLE child, in a scarlet cloak, stood be-
fore the heavy, grey walls of a prison. When

the porter had opened a part of the huge, iron
door, Effie ran up a flight of stone steps leading
to the tower, this child was the warden's
daughter. The room which she entered was
lighted by high, narrow windows, here the
warden's wife, a pale, sad, aged woman, was
sewing quietly. Through the iron bars the
dull light of a clouded sky fell on the familiar
objects in Effie's home. The bright, joyous
child made the room cheerful, and took away
the look of prim order into which it had fallen,
by throwing her pretty hat and cloak on a
chair.

Children who live in country houses, with
broad halls opening on a sunny garden, with
elms in the yard, under which the turf is worn
by their young feet, will hardly be able to un-
derstand how the grey tower can be a little
girl's home. Children who live in city houses,
with their father's name shining on the door,
with parlors brightened by glowing grates, and
nurseries full of toys, will think this a strange
home for little Effie. A home can be made in
any place where a mother is the centre and
sunshine of the household. Here Effie lived
happily, her father's solace and delight, her
mother's most sacred possession.
played with her dolls in a curious baby-house
contrived by an ingenions prisoner, and sang
with the canary, light-hearted and loving.
Within the enclosure of these massive walls
were long buildings, through which corridors
ran, with cells opening from them; here
wretched men and women, guilty, condemned,
spent long years of solitude and punishment.
The warden had great bunches of keys, locking
iron doors to keep these prisoners in their
gloomy cells.

Here she

Whenever Effie's mother walked in the grounds, she saw iron bars and unyielding walls of stone, and thought of sullen hearts caged in those halls until she shuddered and went back to her tower, where her innocent child played. So often had Effie's mother thought of these prisoners, sentenced sometimes for life itself, that visions of remorse, despair,

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and hopeless guilt filled her mind; the world
seemed full of wicked, desperate men ready to
fill the vacant cells. Peace and pardon, sal-
vation and a Saviour were unknown words to
this sad, thoughtful woman.

Little Effie was the gleam of sunlight in the
darkness. During a 'summer visit in the coun-
try, the child had been taken to a Sunday-
school where she heard of the relief for sorrow,
the rest from care, the sweetness for every
woe. Sunday brought no cheerfulness to the
tower, Effie's mother did not know how pleas-
ant it is to walk to the house of God in com-

pany with those you love.

Miss Seymour lived in a stately house, on a street far away from the frowning prison. In her camphor chests were camel's hair shawls, in her jewel cases flashing diamonds. On this Sunday afternoon Miss Seymour left the house, dressed in a worn black silk and water-proof cloak, prepared for a long walk.

In a chapel near Effie's home poor children
were assembling, just as the child, fresh from a
careful dressing, started from the tower for a
stroll. Effie was attracted by the stream of
children, and entered with them, until she
stood, rather shy, near Miss Seymour's class.
This lady had passed the noon of life before
she began to realize that the time is short,
that the night will soon come when no man
can work. Miss Seymour worked in earnest
now, forgetful of the treasures stored in her
home in comparison with those she longed to
reach.

Effie won her teacher's deepest interest that
day, not by her pretty dress and gay cloak, but
by the look in her wondering, sympathizing
eyes. When the children had dispersed after
the hour of teaching, Effie lingered, half-re-
luctant to leave her friend who could tell her
more about these good tidings of great joy.
"Where do you live?" the teacher asked.
"There," said Effie, pointing to the gloomy
prison.
surprise.
"There!" repeated Miss Seymour, in
"Do you live there?" "Yes," said
the cbild. troubled by the lady's look.
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the warden's daughter; we live in the tower."
They parted when Effie had promised to join
the mission-school, with her mother's consent.

On her return, Effie had much to say about
the school, the singing, the teacher with the
kind voice and pleasant way.
"You had better
not go to that mission-school with those poor
children," said Effie's mother, "
you are good
enough now, child." To this poor, ignorant
mother, Effie did seem a sinless child, especially
when she thought of those lawless, brutal
prisoners. "No, mother,", replied Effie quick-
ly, "I am sinful, I know I am, but Jesus can
make me holy, the lady told me so." Effie's
mother looked in astonishment at her fair-hair-
ed darling, who spoke so earnestly. Jesus can
forgive the sins of a child, can He pardon hard-
ened souls like the wretched prisoners?

A week later, Miss Seymour was sitting in the prison tower, with Effie by her side, saying words to the poor mother that sank into fruitful soil. There was pardon for the most degraded, hope for the chief of sinners through that Friend of the despairing, our Lord Jesus Christ. Fearful and ready to perish, Effie's mother felt her own need, her own weakness. Again Miss Seymour repeated the saying, "O woman, great is thy faith;" when after weeks of trouble and sorrow, the warden's wife felt from the depths of her soul that Christ can save to the uttermost all who come unto Him.

In one of these visits Miss Seymour was invited by the chaplain to accompany him, as he proclaimed pardon to the lost. He took his place at the centre of the long corridors—not a face was seen; within the cells the prisoners listened, the outer doors only unbarred. Deep silence prevailed, while the chaplain spoke of a Saviour, ready and willing to forgive. The warden's wife listened too, trying to take the full sweetness of those promises. At the close of the service, the lady begged Effie in a low voice to sing one of the childish hymns with which every Sunday-school scholar is familiar. The sweet tones of that clear voice floated through the halls, bringing tears to some unlikely eyes, tenderness to some unfeeling hearts. They went away, leaving the solitary prisoners in their lonely cells, which Christ cán enter, bearing more welcome news than any earthly reprieve-even eternal pardon.

Miss Seymour became a real friend and dearly loved guest in the tower. When she had conquered the reserve of Effie's mother, they took sweet counsel together. The warden's wife was a woman of deep thought and feeling; Miss Seymour had the gracious art of winning confidence. As soon as this bright hope possessed the soul of Effie's mother, it was manifest in all around her, the room became more cheerful, plants began to thrive in the most sunny window, books were seen on the table, Effie was loved in a new way, as it the mother and child were traveling together to heaven. After this every opportunity was sought to get some hold on the prisoners through little deeds of kindness, although the

literally hid with Christ in God.
stream of her joy ran so deep, that her life was

It is not strange that Miss Seymour ceased
to value the riches of her wardrobe, when she
returned from such visits. The remembrance
of that prison, crowded with guilty souls haunt-
ed her thoughts and prayers, the vision of the
tower lately full of shadows, where a mother
now believed and prayed, with the bright child
running the same race with her little feet, fill-
ed her heart with better happiness than any
earthly treasure can bestow.

How much was crowding on this lady's
heart through the opening of the mission-
school. Sometimes, when the chaplain had
ended his loving words, the warden would al-
low the lady and child to walk down the cor-
ridors, speaking a few words of kindness, or
pushing a little book between the iron bars.
More frequently, Effie sang so sweetly and
simply, that sobs would be heard from the un-
seen listeners, then Effie's mother would clasp
her daughter's hand tighter, thinking now not
so much of their terrible sinfulness, as of
Christ's ability to save. "Few are chosen,"

it is written; in her luxurious home, Miss Sey-
mour had been chosen, and on she worked as
those who must give account; Effie and her
mother were chosen, may many more even
from strongest prisons be called, and become
elect and precious in His sight.

For the Advocate and Guardian.
LOVE IN A FAMILY.

WE have not half confidence enough in the
power of love to disarm the violent and reclaim
the vicious.

The fault begins in our families.

We do not seek to bear each other's faults.
We mistake our selfish impatience of each oth-
er's foibles or faults, for a righteous indignation
at wrong; and our obstinacy and pride which
would confirm all this to our own ideas of
things, for firmness of principle and fidelity to
duty. We do not seek enough in our own
other's hearts.
homes to call forth the better qualities in each

Oh, how quickly parents lose the confidence
of their children never to be regained, by injust-
ice, selfishness, and absence of love! If a child
only has faith in the love of its parents, if the
son or daughter only love tenderly, how much
less probable that they should wander far, or
erring should not be speedily reclaimed. This
is the grand rule in education-love! Give
your family a genial, loving atmosphere in
which to grow.

Bear with their faults, which are often only the beginning of their best excellencies, in patience wait upon the growth of their characters. Do not quench the spirit of truth, of beauty, of love in them, by your harsh violence.

Live as near God as you can; trust more to the atmosphere you create by your Christ living, than to wearisome precepts, and the pruning-knife of your standard of right and propriety.

Throw them on their own tender consciences, and do not substitute in their minds superficial sins for real ones. Deal with your children as God deals with His children. Do not meet their anger or obstinacy with willfulness still greater, overcome evil with good. Let us all do better, be more kindly to each other.

Eor the Advocate and Gnardian. EAST TENNESSEE-FACTS AND FEATURES.

NO. IV.

BY MRS. WM. MOWBRAY.

Ir is with much pleasure I see noticed in a daily print that the Legislature of Massachusetts has voted one hundred thousand dollars towards the relief of loyal citizens of East Tennessee. Generous Pilgrim State! first in peace and first in war. Will not others emulate thy noble example, and come forward appreciation and respect of suffering patriotwith more than empty words to testify their ism? Never was such liberality more needed by, or more justly due to a people, for they are truly and literally robbed and spoiled, deprived of the comforts of home, and subjected to every form of want and bereavement. Hunted, persecuted, made to endure hunger and nakedness, imprisonment and "cruel mockings," alas, and shall the brave, true sons of the giorious American Union thus suffer and thus perish without sympathy from their brethren and sisters more fortunately situated. Oh, surely, surely not!

It is none of their fault that treason surrounds them on every side; that their locality is far distant from the base of supplies; with the efficiency or inefficiency of generals they have nothing to do; they did not deposit the Muscle shoals in the river, nor pile up the Cumberland heights; but they have taken joyfully the spoiling of their goods, and chosen death or destitution in any shape, rather than betray their beloved country.

This was what they did; but, say some, all this was only their duty. True, enough, not a whit more; and now you also do yours, who have not been called to make such sacrifices.

Young maidens, basking in the sunshine of your parents' love, amid the blessed security of undisturbed and happy homes, hasten to extend "aid and comfort" to the shelterless and bereaved damsels of East Tennessee, who, in clinging to their country's flag, forfeited to usurped power, the peace, and plenty, and privacy of domestic happiness for a seasonperhaps forever.

Careful matron, appreciating justly the results and accumulations of an industrious life-time, as a defence against poverty and dependence: commiserate those from whom everything has been swept away at once.

Diligent husbandman, hopefully depositing in your peaceful fields, the seed-germs of your household's bread, think of him who has been robbed of all—teams, ploughs, fields, fences, houses, family, and even personal liberty, and

while you think, give something towards making up his losses.

And let not the wealthy, prosperous merchant forget what misery he might alleviate amongst thousands in his own line, most worthy loyal men now reduced from affluence to utter want. All should come forward, clergy and laity, whose lines have fallen in less perilous places, and sympathize with "a people who jeopardized their lives unto the death, in the high places of the field."

This quotation from the song of Deborah recalls to my remembrance many touching examples of the lofty patriotism which the women of this section furnish. The following are specimens:

One day a quaker lady rode up to our gate; she held before her, on a nice, spirited horse, a boy of two years old, he was weeping bitterly. On her alighting we discovered that she was dripping wet, which circumstance, as it did not rain, she thus accounted for:

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"Last night my husband was arrested and brought to this town, on suspicion of having given aid and comfort to refugees; although it was only last week we paid over to an officer the sum of five hundred dollars for the privilege of being non-combatants. came to town about an hour ago: little Charley cried all night after his papa, so I brought him along. We went first to the Court-house, there the soldiers quizzed me enough-a citizen told me at last that my husband was imprisoned in one of the shanties at the Railroad Depot. I went there, and trying to reach him the soldiers once more indulged in nirth at my peculiar dress, &c. One brought a bucket of water and threw it entirely over me, saying a very bad word at the same time, and sending all 'Friends' to the worst place in the universe, because that the last one of them, he said, wanted to see the 'Stripes and Stars' again. I turned my horse around, and told him before them all, 'Thou art quite right, young man; we do want to see the stripes and stars again.' Whereupon he threw over me a second bucket of water."

Another lady said to me, "I am taking some money and clothes to my husband in prison at Tuscaloosa. Unable to procure a passport, one must make the journey in this way. We had many good horses, but all have been takenmy present nag I purchased with a little gold the Confederates failed to find." This was a lovely, noble-looking woman, over whom all the waves and billows of political and domestic sorrow seemed then to be passing. One more picture:

Mrs. E took from her bosom a crumpled piece of paper, and holding it up said, "This is the deed of my farm, but do not tell them where I keep it. Alas! it and these weeping babes remain alone of all I lately possessed. House, home, husband, sons, all have been taken." Then she once more resumed her impassive air of silent, dignified endurance. There she sat, without even a shawl to wrap

herself in, huddled together with the other
female exiles who were being sent over the
Confederate lines into Kentucky.

For the Advocate and Guardian,

be hanged by the neck on New Year's day. Alas, no! A young man of twenty-five, of refined and cultivated manners, an accomplished musician, a proficient linguist, out of the midst of a social circle that courted and caressed him, and one of a large family connection, by every member of which he was loved and esteemed, this was "the prisoner at the bar," and this was the story in brief. He had been engaged for three or four years to a young lady, whose friends were not quite satisfied with the prudence of the engagement. His worldly prospects seemed uncertain, and his capacity for business had been found wanting. Under the circumstances her relatives at last succeeded in inducing her to give him up-nay more, we can infer from the evidence that "somebody else" had been brought forward as more eligible in every respect. As the young lady's letters had been all destroyed to prevent their being brought into court, there was no testimony to show whether she gave him up willingly or reluctantly, all that was proved was, that she wrote to him to break off the engagement, and he wrote to her, entreating for final interview. This interview took place one summer evening, in the pleasant old garden of a quiet English country home. The maid came out of the house to call her young mistress in to tea, and the young lady answer

A FEW WORDS ABOUT TEMPER.. MODERN systems of education which are only originated by benefactors of the human race as improvements to systems already in progress, have been misunderstood and allowed to supersede old-fashioned methods of training and discipline. As for instance, on the plea of not breaking the spirit," parents exert less and less authority over children, and unruly tempers are allowed to develop with no other control than an occasional reprimand. I have even heard boys encouraged to show their "pluck," as it is called, by retorting instantaneous revenge for an injury or insult. "If ever ony one does so to you, Bill, again, knock him down; don't hesitate." That is no unusual piece of advice from a parent or one old enough to be a parent to a child not long tranferred from his mother's nursery care to a boys' school. It is this cultivation of the spirit of resentment that is one of the banes of the age. The spirit of Christianity, the spirit of the Sermon on the Mount is all against it, but such teachings are not deemed "practicable" now-a-days; if you try to enforce themed, "I'll come in a minute," but they saw her as an argument for not resisting evil, you only provoke ridicule, or, their undoubted excellence is admitted, but coupled with the difficulty of adopting them. I have been led to think much on this subject by a terrible instance of unrestrained passions that has recently been the subject of judicial sentence in an English

court of law.

"Baron Martin, having put on the black cap, said, 'Prisoner at the bar, after every possibility in your favor has been urged with an ability never excelled, you have been found guilty of wilful murder, and in that verdict I entirely concur. If the defence, which has been set up in your behalf, had prevailed, it would, in my opinion, have been attended with consequences dangerous to society. If it entered into the minds of men that they might take the life of any woman who was fickle, the results would be fearful. I have now only one duty to perform. With regard to that I have no discretion, but am under an absolute necessity of fulfilling it. I beg of you to take advantage of your opportunity to make your peace with God. I have no desire by any comment of mine to distress you or any other persons, but will, without saying more, pronounce the sentence imposed by the law.' His lordship then, with much emotion, passed sentence of death upon the prisoner."

I have copied this verbatim from an English newspaper, published Dec. 14th, 1863. Some poor wretch, nurtured in an atmosphere of crime, through which the sweet lessons of the gospel of Christ never penetrated, this surely was the "prisoner at the bar," condemned to

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no more alive. An hour after she was brought in from the high road, (to which she had probably accompanied him to soothe him and soften the bitterness of her farewell,) in a dying state, by farm laborers and by her murderer, who never attempted to escape. He had stabbed her in the neck with a penknife in three places, she had bled to death by the time her bearers reached the hall. I pass over the grief and horror of her relatives. The agony of that young man's parents-who shall describe? Their son a murderer! The plea in court was insanity. It was hoped the jury might be able to find a verdict that would spare the large and respectable family connection the additional anguish of a felon's death for a beloved son and brother and nephew, and it may be averted yet, for an appeal to the Queen had been forwarded, and it is probable the crown would be advised to listen to it, and grant a reprieve. The sentence would then be commuted to imprisonment for life. Even then, how withering is such a tragedy in its effects on all the innocent parties who have been involved in it.

The testimony of many of his friends was given to the jury of the gentleness and kindness of the young man's disposition. Let not any reader hug to himself the secret thought, "I could not have done it. This fellow must have had an outrageous, passionate temper." Nothing so bad; his usual demeanor was that of a sensible person, with all his passions under control. We none of us know the demon that lurks within us till it is roused. But f we are accustomed to restrain our angry

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