Living for Admiration.
Rev. Dr. Alexander, in his recent Volume of ,
Sermons, utters the following solemn warning ;
to daughters :
“ What a horrid fraud Satan is practicing on I
tiie Church, in regard to the da sghtei's>f Cin-is- ;
tian parents! In fashionable circles—dare l j
name them Christian—the y.ars win re girlhood
merges into maturity are frequently sold to the j
adversary. The young American woman is
taught to deem herself a godess. If there be
wealth, if there be accomplishments, if there be J
beauty", almost a miracle seems necessary to !
prevent the loss of the soul, Behold her pass 1
from the pedestial to the alter. The charming j
victim is decked for sacrifice. Every breath
that comes to her is incense. liar very stu
dies are to fit her for admiration. Day and
night, the gay but wretched maiden is taught
to think of self and selfish pleasures. Till some ;
Lenten fashion of solemnity interrupt the whirl
the season is too short for the engagements.
Grave parents shake their heads at magnificent
apparel, costly gems, night turned into day,
dances, at which Homans would have blushed,
pale cheeks, bending frames, threat ened decay;
and yet they allow and submit. And. tint' that
sex, which ought to show the sweet, unfinished
innpcencj a holy youth, is carried to the o< •-
heated temples of pleasure. Thus tho so-called
Christian, verefies the AposG Vmaxim: ••She
that-livetb in pleasure, is d< id while she live, h."
A correspondent of the Baltimore Adracate
“ A young lady once presented me with a
the i lion “ God
you,” and exacted the promise that it should
be placed in n:y iiible, but never to remain a
day opposite the same chapter. Faithful to my
promise, I took it home, and nibbing from the
lids of my Bible the-dust of the week, 1 placed
it in the first.cha t< rof
a chapter and changed i<s place. I had not read
long, before I became interested s 1 had novel
bee *, before in this good book ; and I saw iu its
truths that 1 was a sinner, and must repent if I
would be saved. I then promised God that I
would seek liis face at the earliest opportunity,
and if he saw fit to convert my soul, that l would
spend my life in his cause ; it came; I sought
his face, and received the smiles of his love,
and now I have a hope within me “big with
immortality.!” and all do I attribute to, that
book-n>#l’k auil tbs grace of God. And this was
the beginning of a great revival at.S .
Many sought his face and found it; and the
flame kindled there spread over the entire cir
cuit, aril scores were brought into the church
of God. “ Despise not the day of small things.”
A word spoken.in season, a simple Christian
act, a sincere, simple prayer, may •jurn a ppor
wandering sinner from the error of his ways.”
The Wind is a Musician. \
Extend' a silken thread in flie crevice of a
window, and the wind fills it and sings over it
and goes aip and down the scale upon it and,
like Paganini, performs on a single string.
It tries almost everything on earth to see if
there is music in it, It persuades a tone out of
tho great belL in the tower when the sex on is
asleep ; it makes a mournful harp of the forest
pines, and tries to see what sort of a whistle can
be made of the humblest chimney iu the world.
llow it will play upon a great tree till every
leaf thrills with the note in it, and winds up the
river that runs at its base, for a sort of mur
mur ing a ccompanimen t.
What a melody it sings when it gives a con
cert with a choir of the waves of the sea, and
perform; an anthem between the two worlds,
goes up, perhaps, to the stars that love music
most and sang it first.
Then how fondly it hpunts cld houses, moan
ing under the eaves, singiug in the halls, open
ing old doors, without fingers, and sighing a
measure of some sad old song around the fire
less’ and deserted hearth.
When the poet Carpani inquired of his friend
Haydn, bow it happened that his church music
was always so cheerful, the great composer
made a most beautiful reply : “ I cannot,” he
said, “make it otherwise. I write according
to the thoughts I feel ; when 1 think upon God,
my heart is so full of joy that the notes dance
and leap, as it were, from my pen; and since
God has given me a cheerful heart, it will be
pardoned me that T serve him with a cheerful
spirit-” The reader -who is acquainted with
the works of Haydn will bear testimony to the
practical truth of this anecdote.
• British Magazine.
Value of the Scriptures.
0 child of sorrow, belt thine to know
That Scripture only is the cure of woe!
That field of promise, how it flings abroad
Its perfume o’er the Christian's thorny road !
The soul, reposing on assured relief,
Eeeis herself happy amidst all her grief,
Forgets her labor as she toils along—
Weeps tears of joy, and bursts into a song !
, . Cos wiper.
THE ARMY & NAVY HERALD.
Silence in Natlre.— -it is a remarkable and j
very instructive fact that many of the most im
portant operations of nature are carried on in
an unbroken silence. There is no rushing
sound when the broad tide or sunlight breaks
on a dark world and floods it with glory, as one
bl ight wave after the other fails from the foun
tain, millions es miles away. Tlu re is no
creaking of heavy axles or groaning of cum
brous machinery, as the solid earth wheels on
its way, and every planet and system performs
its revolutions. The great trees bring forth
their boughs and shadow the earth beneath
them—th# plants cover themselves with buds
and burst into flowers ; but the whole transac
tion is unheard. The change from snow and
winter winds to the blossoms and fruits and
sunshine of simmer, is seen in its slow devel
opment, but there is scarcely a sound to tell of
the mighty transformation. The solemn eba t
of the oGean, as i- raises is unchanged and
unceasing voice, the roar of the hurricane, and
the soft notes of the breeze, the rushing of the
‘mountain river, the thunder of the black
browed storm ; all ibis is the music of nature—
n great and swelling anthem of praise, break
ing in on the universal calm. There is a les
son for us here. The mightiest worker in the
universe is the most unobtrusive.
A Faiicfuj, Servant. —Hannah Moore, in a
letter to her sister in 1782, relates the follow
ing intere.-ting incident :
The other morning, the captain of one of
Commodore J ohnson’s Dut ch prizes t.r.-akfnstea
at Sir Charles Middktou’s, and related the fol
lowing: One day he went out of his own ship
to (line one board of another. While there, a
storm at-o . which in a short time made tin en
tire wreck of his own ship, to which it was im
possible fat- him to return, lie had left, on
board two little boys, one four and the other
five years old, utr et the care ol a p or old
black servant. The people struggled to get
out out of the sinking ship into a large boat,
mil tiie poor black servant took the two chil
dren, tied them in a bag, and putting in a little
pot of sweetmeats for them, s’ung them across
| his shoulders and put them in the boat. The
! b at by this time was quite full, and as the
j black was stepping in himself, he was fold by
I the master that there was no room for him—
j that either lie or the children must perish, for
j the weight of both must sink the boat. The
; exulted, heroic negro did not hesitate a mo
i meut. ‘Very well,’ said he, ‘give my duty to
\ my master, and tell him I beg pardon for ail
my faults,’ and then guess the rest—plunged
to tho bottom, never to rise again until the sea
shall give up its dead.
“ I told it the other (lay to Lord Monbeddo,
who fairly burs: into tears. The greatest lady
in this land wants me to make an elegy of it,
but it is above poesy.”
llow to be Unhappy. —ln the first place, if
you want, to be miserable, be selfish. Think all
the time of yourself and of your own things.
Do not care about anybody else. Have no
feeling for any one but yourself. Never think
of enjoying the satisfaction of seeing others
happy ■ but rather, if you see a smiling face,
be jealous, lest another should enjoy what you
have not. Envy every one who is better off,
in any respect, than yourself; think unkindly
towards them, and speak ill of them. Be con
stantly afraid lose someone should encroach
upon your rights; be watchful against it, and
if any one comes near your things, snap at
him like a nnyl dog. Contend earnestly for
everything that is your own, though it may not
be worth a dime; for your “rights” are just
as much concerned as if it were a pound of
gold. Never yield a point. Be very sensitive,
and take everything that, is said to you in play
fulness in the mosj. serious manner. Be jealous
of your friends, lest they should not think
enoug iof ycu. And if at any time they should
seem to neglect yon, put the worst construction
upon their conduct you can.
Energy of Character.—l lately happened
to notice, wiili some surprise, an ivy, which,
being prevented from attaching itself to the
rock beyond a certain point, had shot off into
a bold elastic stem, with an air of as much in
dependence as any branch of oak in tiie vicini
ty. So a human being thrown, whether by
cruelty, just ice, or accident, from all social
support and kindness, if lie has any vigor of
spirit, and is not in the bodily debility of either
childhood or age, will instantly begin to act for
him elf, with a resolution whfch will appear
like anew faculty.— Foster.
The Wilmington correspondent if the Lou
don Times said, anticipating the fall of Wil
mington: “If Confederate virtue and staunch
ness, like that of Gen. Lee, were equal to the
shock, I believe that before six mouths had
passed, it would be found in a dozen ways that
the loss of Wilmington was a blessing in dis
[From ibe Dublin University Magazine].
The 3uri 1 of Moses.
“And he'buried him in te valley in the
land of Moab, i vcr against Berli-peO' ; but no
man kno ethos his sepulchre unto tins day.
Dkut. xxxiv : ti.
J!y Nebo’s lonely mountain,
On this side. Jordan’s wave,
In a vale in ;he land of Moab,
There lies a lonely grave. „
And no man dug that sepulchre,
And no man saw it e’er ;
For the angels.of God upturned the sod,
And laid the dead man there.
That was the grandest funeral
That ever passed on earth;
But no man heard the trampling,
Or saw the train go forth.
Noiselessly as daylight
Comes when the night is done.
Andi he crimson streak on ocean’s cheek
Grows into ihe great, sun.
Noiselessly as the spring time
Her crown of verdure weaves,
And all the trees on all xlie hilts
Open their thousand leaves ;
So, without sound of .music,
Or voice of them that wept,
Silently down from the mountain’s crown
The great procession swept.
Perchance th ■ bald old eagle,
Oil gray Beth -poor's height,
Out. of his rocky eyrie
Looked on tiie wondrous sight.
I’l-rchance tho lion, stalking,
Still shuns that hallowed spot:
For bea-t and bird have seen and heatd
Thai which man knoweth not.
but when the warrior dielh,
His comrades in the war,
With arms reversed lid muffled drums,
Follow the funeral ear.
They show the banners taken,
They tell his battles won,
And after him lead bis masterless steed,
While peais tiie minute gun.
Amid the noblest of t-iie land,
Men lay the sage to rest,
And give the bard an honored place
With costly marble drest.
Iu the great minister transept,
Where lights like glories fall,
And tiie sweet choU e. tktlK tlic organ rings,
Allong the emblazoned wall. -
This was tiie bravest, warrior
That ever buc'ded sword ;
This the most gitred poet.
That ever breathed a word;
And never earth’s philosopher
Traced with his golden pen,
On the deathless page, truth half so sage
As he wrote down for men.
And had lie not high honor?
The hill-side for his pall,
To lie.in state while angels wait,
With stars for tapers tall,
And the dark rock pines like tossing plumes
O’er his bier to wave,
And God’s own hand, in that lonely land,
To lay him in the grave.
In that deep grave without, a name,
Whence his uncoffined clay
Shall break again, mo-t wondrous thought 1
Before the Judgement Bay:
And stand with glory wrapped around
On the hills he never trod,
And speak of the strife that won our life
With th’ Incarnate Son of God.
0 lonely tomb in Moab’s land,
O dark Beth-peor’s hill,
Speak to these curious hearts of ours,
And teach them to be still.
God hath his mysteries of grace,
Ways that we cannot tell;
He hides them deep, like the secret sleep
Os him he loved so well.
Retaliation. —The Constitutionalist learns
Ly gentlemen from Richmond that our govern
ment has determined to avenge the recent offi
cial murder of Captain Beall, of Virginia, who
was hung recently on Governor's Island, near
New York city. It is said that the lot has
fallen to Major General Crook, of the Yankee
army, who will certainly be made “pull hemp”
as an atonement for the wicked murder of Cap
We are told that it is sight 10
see the 'plundered citizens of Columbia, S. C.,
walking about the ruins of their former homes,
meditating upon the sudden calamity that has
overtaken them, and trying to gather whatever
comfort a community in sorrow affords, while
they unite iu praying that God may bring
righteous retribution upon the spoiler.
The back door of the Washington street
Methodist Episcopal Church at Columbia, S. C.,,
was entered, and if fired wjtliin, and by its
burning, Rev. W. G. Conner’s house and the
District Parsonage, occupied by the Rev. C. 11.
Pritchard, were consumed.
At the same city, the Rev. Mr. Shand, the
venerable Episcopal rector, was attempting to
save the silver communion service of his church,
when he was rudely assaulted, beaten and
Every man pherishes in his heart tome ob
ject— some shrine at which his adoration is
paid, unknown to his fellow mortals.
The Africrn Preacher.
There lived in his immediate vi it ity a
respectable man, ’ ho It a* l bce-.r interested
on the subject of r ;.d > u had be
gun with some it; mu. .mil the
scriptures. He Iml read hut a ilw chap
ters, when he! cc nt. ;:)C y 1 with
some of those passages which an m.spired
apostle has • •• tml to bo “hv :«• 1 un
ed to our preacher for instruction ami help,
ami found him at r.oon. on a sultry day in
summer, laboriously engaged hoeing Ids
coni. As the mao ap; r ached, tl e pit; oil
er with patriarchal simplicity, leaned up a
the handle of his hoe, and listened to his
story. “Uncle Jack,” said he, “I have
discovered lately th t L am a great sinner,
and I commenced reading the Bible, that I
may learn what I must do to be saved. But
I have met with a passage here,” boiling
up his bible, “which I know not what to
do with. It is tl : “ God will have mer
cy upon whom ho will have mercy, and
whom he will he hardeneik.” V* hat does
this mean?” A short pause intervened,
and tho old Afrit.-:::: re;died as follows:
“ Master if I have 1 righ b» b
has not been But a day or two since yon be
gan to read the Bible, and, if I remember
away yonder in Komar.-. L- tig before you
get to tl
gospel it, i id, “ Rej for tl king
dom of heaven is at hand.” Nov, have you
done with that? The truth i you have
read entirely t > f t. \ou must begin
again, and take tilings as God has ilc t
to place them. V. It n you hr.w done all
that you are to do in Matthew, come and
talk about Romans.”
Having thus answered, the old preaclic
own reflections. Yv ho does r.ot. admire the
simplicity and aood .- r:se which characteri
zed this reply ? Could the m ..-a learned
polemic move efhcnvlly have met a:. ! disr
posed of such a difficulty? The gentleman
me an account of it. with his own lips. lie
still lives, u i« ’ 1aadnand ll probability, see
this statement, of it.
Most readily will he testify to u.i . <G,q :
accuracy; and most joyfully will he now
say, as he said to me then “It convinced mo
most fully, of the mistake info which 1 had
fallen. I took the old man’s advice, I soon
saw its propriety and wisdom, and hope 'to
bless God for ever for sending me to him.”
To make Black Writing Ink.—Full
ripe Elder Berries, strain the juice nicely.
A pint of the juice and a piece of copperas
as large as a grain of corn. It Mows freely
from the pen. Boil for half an hour.
Blue Writing Ink.—Tuts may be
made by diffusing Prussian Blue or Indigo
through strong gum water. The common
water colour cakes diffused in water will
make sufficiently good colored inks for most
Red Writing Ink. —To one pint of the
juice of the Folk Berry properly strained,
add half ounce of alum, boil lor half an hour.
Be sure to bottle.
The Commissary General. —Col. I. S.
St. John, at present Chief of the Nitre and
Mining Bureau, has been appointed Com
missary-General. liis appointment has
been sent into the Semite, but not yet con
tinued. When confirmed, he will, under a
recent act of Congress, have the rank, pay
and allowances of a brigadier-general,. Col.
St. John is by profession an engineer.
Infidelity. —The nurse of infidelity is
sensuality. Youth are seusual. The Bible
stands in their way. It prohibits the indul
gence of the (ust of the fltsli, the lust of the
eye, and the pride of life. But the young
mind love these things; and, therefore, it
hates the Bible which prohibits tliem. It
is prepared to say, “ If any man will bring
arguments against the Bi#le, I will thank
him; if not, L will invent them.”— Cecil.
Duties. —Take up all duties in point of
performance ; and lay them down in point
of dependence. Duty can never have too
much of our diligence, nor too little oi our
confidence. — Dy cr.
Inconsistent Profession. —To have an
belief and a true profession, con
curring with a bad life, is only to deny
Christ with a greater solemnity. *
Licentiousness.—The freedom of some,
is the freedom of the herd of swine that ran
violently down a steep place into the sea,
and were drowned.— Jay.
Faith. —When Latimer was at the slake,
he breathed out these words: “God is