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VOLUME VI.
ALL FOlt THEE.
When tbe bitter hoar of parting claims a tear,
And the vessel,bravely starting,leaves the pier,
When thou teel’st it swift gliding through the
foam,
And the waves are fast dividing thee from home,
Will that white cloud, gently creeping o’er the
sea,
Tell that there is someone weeping—
All for thee?
When the wide and wondrous ocean* ne’er at
rest,
With a solemn, sweet emotion stirs thy breast;
When the laud thou lovest dearly sinks from
view,
Aud pale anguish whispers clearly, “friends
me few,”
Will that sea-bird downward flying, light and
free,
Tell that there is someone sighing—
All for th.e?
When the daylight, calm aud weary, dies away,
Aud the crimson sunset, cheery turns to gray;
When tbe sad weight of thy sorrow comes again,
And the thought of lone to-morrow brings thee
pain,
Will that cool breeae softly stealing o’er the sea
Tell that someone lowly kneeling—
Prajs for thee?
When the midnight, dark and stilly, couies at
last,
And the wundering wind, so chilly, moaneth
past;
When bright stars are shining gladly in the sky,
But all sleepless, thinking sadly, thou dost lie,
Wilt that my of moonlight streaming on the
sea
Tell that there is some oue dreaming—
All of thee?
Wheu on other soil thou standest far away,
Aud wheu those whom thou commandest join
the fray;
When *ibe iuture opens brightly to thy gaze,
Aud grim soirow sitteth lightly in a haze;
Wheu thou’lt safely past the dangers o 1 the sea
Wilt thou, in the laud of strangers,
Think of me?
MISCELLANY.
HOW GREEK MET GREEK
‘So it is true, Jessie Hardbrook!
You have been trifling with me from
first to last. May God forgive you—
I cannot!' said Ralph Ashton bitterly
as he dropped the white and gaz and
down scornfully at its owner.
*\\ by, Ralph/ lisped an affected
voice, ‘I never dreamed you meant
anythin-really, it seems so odd!'
‘Odd! Jessie Hardbrook!' and his
eyes flashed angrily. ‘You never dream
ed that I loved you? You knew it
well! Day by day you have been lead
ing dig on. Why, when you saw that
1 was bt ginning to love from my very
boul, did you check me? It was be
cause you wished to swell the list of
your victims. I congratulate you up
on your success. Now farewell for
sver! 1 Ar.d before the apparently as*
tonished young lady could frame a
senteuce, the door had slammed behind
Ralph Ashtoti.
Re strode fiercely down the street
to his studio, and entering it, locked
the door behind hint. A picture stood
°n the easel, partly concealed by a
cloth which had been thrown over it.
Tnis he snatched hastily off and re
vealed a full jjf e portrait of Jessie
Hardbrook, just as she looked the first
time he had met her, clad in a white
trirumed with tuberoses, the same
"hich nestled in her long, golden curls.
J smile parted the saucy, red lips, and
dimpled one daintily tinted cheek. It
Uas Jessie Hardbrook, surely, but a
thousand times more beautiful, (or he
endowed it with a soul—not her’s,
W one of his own creation—one that
he imagined that the womau lie loved
possessed.
He had spent much time on this
picture, and had proceeded beyond his
Mildest hopes. It had become the
-latest pleasure of his life to sit be
oro it, and with every stroke of the
paint and fancy a wonderful
u ‘ lrn the future when he should
call her his very own.
•Hi this may seem romantic and non
j| ense f° r a strong man to indulge in,
u t it was true. Ralph Ashton pos
the sensitive nature that contiu
"al'y leans toward the ideaPand suns
11 practical side of life. Whatever
P cased or attracted him, he endowed
l 'i gilts of a divine nature. lie was
0,11 s t and truthful in the highest de
the one to full a victim to
ie snares of this hard, hard world.
< ssie Hardbrook was a flirt of the
<J ye, without a shadow of a
• er °wn aim was to secure a
c ch husband— who would keep her in
,a *e and affluence all her butterfly life.
Ihe faj
She had been pleased and flattered
with Ralph Ashton’s presence, and
when she saw him falling under the
spell of her charms, instead of releas
ing him there and then, as an honor
able woman would have done, she
strove the harder to please, until she
gained her own wish, mainly, to say
‘ no’' to the important question.
As Ralph Ashton gazed long and
bitterly at the beautiful picture, he
felt the one great hope of his life die
within him, and all become darkness
and despair. At last, snatching it
angrily from the easel, he ripped the
canvass with his knife and thrust the
whole into the grate, watching the
flames consume it with a look of fierce
hatred.
The next day a friend, coming to
call, was surprised to find this placard
on the door: “Gone to Europe."
******
A suppressed murmur ran through
Mrs. B ’s crowded rooms as Ralph
Ashton entered them. It was his first
appearance in society since his return
from Europe, and Mrs. B had se
cured him, though by dint of strategy,
for that one evening, at least, as she
announced triumphantly i,o her guests.
lie was a lion now, for his
paintings had won him fame, and al
ready riches enough to secure him
comfort. When life had become bar*
ren and distasteful to him he had sought
consolation in his work, and had g-own
to love it with the intensity which in
sures success.
Jessie Hardbrook was there. She
had failed, although it was four years
later, to secure the rich husband. She
had not altered, hut looked as fresh
and beautiful as ever, as she stood un
der the full light of a chandelier, clad
singularly enoug.in white silk garland
ed with tuberoses just as he had seen
her for the first time when he had fall
en so madly in love.
A blush dyed her cheeks as she ob
served his tall figure approaching her.
‘I will win him yet/ she said, under
her breath For the man whom all
the world acknowledged, seemed very
different to her from the poor unknown
artist she Itad scorned.
•M iss Hardbrook? What a pleas
ure!'
She felt her hand grasped cordially,
and thought she noted a look of the
old intererest in the speaker's brown
eyes.
He remained by her side the most
of the evening, making himself won
derfully agreeable by descriptions of
of his travels, and when he placed her
in a carriage, whispered softly:
'May I come to morrow?'
Alter that their old intimacy seemed
revived. The gossips began to dream
of a grand wedding, and all the girls
envied Jessie her good fortune. Sue
was very happy, too. For the first
time she knew what it was to love.
Yes, she loved Ralph Ashton from her
very soul, and felt sure he loved hei in
return. Only one thing troubled her;
he did not speak
‘He is waiting to be sure of me/
slie would say to herself. ‘He will not
risk another refusal' And she became
doubly gracious.
One afternoon he remarked careless
ly, as he sat by her side:
'I am going away to-morrow, Jes
sie; shall you miss me?'
‘What a question, Ralph!’ she re
plied, blushing. ‘You know I shall.
You'll not be gone long?*
‘Only a few weeks. I shall bring a
friend back with me whom I hope you
will love for ray sake.'
'indeed, I will,’ she answered. 'ls
he like you?'
‘Hardly/ And a curious smile play
ed about Ralph Ashton’s mouth as he
rose and bade her good-bye.
Three weeks later Miss Hardbrook
received a little three-cornered note,
which read as lollops:
•Dear Jessie: —Meet me at Mrs. W’s
reception to night. I wish to intro
duce you to my friend. R. A.'
It was with great care that she pre
pared for the reception.
‘I must look my best; Ralph will wish
me to appear well before his friend/
she whispered, as she gazed admiring
ly at the image reflected in the mirror.
The rooms were crowded with guests
and the little Swiss clock on the man
tel had chimed eleven, still Ralph came
not. Jessie was growing impatient,
when a hush for an instant proclaimed
anew arrival, and she saw through
the crowd, making his way directly
toward her, Ralph Ashton, with a beau
tiful woman, dressed in puie white,
leaning on his arm.
‘Ah! we were looking for you/ he
said as he approached. ‘Edith, dear,
this is tbe friend I told you of. Miss
Hardbrook, allow me to present il
wife.' §§
Jessie Hardbrook grew white to tl
very lips at that word. The rol
whirled, she reeled and would lial
fallen had he not caught her in ■
arms.
‘The heat has overcome you/ I
said aloud. But he knew better, n
bending close, he whispered in her cl
'Greek meets Greek!' |l
A Mother’s Influence.
There are few words in any langual
so sacred as that word mother, few il
fluences so sweet and tender, and yl
so powerful, as the influence of a motl
er’slove; and by way of illustration!
will relate two or three incidents whil
I recall.
It is related that among the criml
nals who have been transported frol
their native land to spend years I
servitude at one of the penal settlw
merits, there was a young girl wlfl
seemed more hardened than the rest-B
in ‘act, a sort of ringleader amonl
them, one who seemed past improvl
merit—until one day a girl who w:
transported on the same vessel wit
her.com menced making sport by min
icing the grief of her mother at part
ing with her daughter at the whar
Entirely subdued and broken dowi
the hitherto coarse and almost bruts
girl turned to her and begged her t
desist, telling her she might say any
thing else, but not make sport of ht
mother.
At last the one tender spot in hi
nature had been touched by the mem
ory of her mother's love.
Among some friendless boys aboi
to start from New York with an at
tendant Jor distant Western homei
two were observed fighting. Aite
they were separated, one was aske
what lie was quarreling about. Sai
he, “When my mother died I cut
little piece out of her diess, and V
have it it I die for it.’' N< sooner ha
the words left his lips than the othe
boy stepped prompily forward, an
gave it to him saying he would no
have taken it if he had known.
A few days since I gave a bouque
to a b ireheaded and barefooted girl
who was picking rags and paper oi
the street, and as soon as she realize)
it was for her and her companions, sh
said, M My mother wants this!" am
giving away a portion, she went awa;
feeling happy in the possession of flow
ers for the mother whom she loved.
Oh mothers! remember as yon trail
your children, how lasting and power
ful for good or evil your influence is
and never forget that again and agaii
the memory of a Christian mother's lov
and example have been the providen
tial means of bringing back a way wan
son or daughter from the dark way
of sin and shame, and leading them t<
live a happier and a better life.
Praying to Chance.
A lady who had forsaken her Go<
and her Bible for the gloom and dark
ness of infidelity, was crossing the At
lantic, and asked a sailor one mornin<
how long they would be out.
“In fourteen days, if it is God's will
we shall be in Liverpool,'' aiswere<
the sailor.
“ ‘lf it is God's will P ** said the lady
“what a senseless expression! don't yoi
know that all comes by chance?'
In a few days a terrible storm arose
and the lady stood clinging on the sidt
of the cabin door in an agony ofter-
Jor, when the sailor passed her.
‘What do you think,’ said she; ‘wd
the storm soon tie over?'
‘lt seems likely to last for sock
time, madam.'
‘Oh!' she cried, ‘pray that we may
not be lost!’
His reply was: ‘Shall I pray tu
chance?'—Ex
A western exchange tells its readers
how to mind their ‘‘P's* in the follow
ing paragraph:
Persons who patronize papers should
pay promptly, for the pecuniary pros
pects of the press have peculiar power
in pushing forward public prosperity.
If the printer is paid promptly and his
pocket book kept plethoric by pr mipt
paying patrons, he purs his pen to his
paper in peace, his paragraphs are
more pointed, he paints his pictures of
passing events in more pleasing colors,
and the perusal of his paper is a pleas
ure to the people. Paste this piece of
proverbial philosophy in some place
where all persons will pe’ceive it.
The only gratification a covetous
man gives his neighbors, is to let them
see that he himself is no better for
wh&t he has than they are.
EASTMAN