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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." Small Things. A correspondent of the Baltimore Adracate says : “ 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 guise.” [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 tain Beall. 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 robbed. 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 derstood.” pair 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 rightly that] 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 resumed his 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 particularly 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 purposes. 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 faithful.” 5