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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