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and dishonest men are nominated and interests were concerned. Whether they elected to public offices. You and I will ever be accomplished so far as they agree well enough for practice ; you will relate to public interests, may be seen in work from a sense of duty, even though future more clearly than we can now see. you do not hope to see the fruits of your Lindsey is resolute and indefatigable; labor; I have hope, but perhaps not vir- and Brooke still has hope that there will tue to work from sense of duty without be a healthy reaction. hope ; and both of us have that kind of pride, or sense of honor, which is the best
BIRTHDAY. assurance of action that we have until re
By Rev. G. T. Flanders. ligion becomes practical. We will at least gather together two or three in the To-day Time turns his glass and drops : name of civilization, and in time the
grain, number will increase, and the influence of
Another sand-grain of my fleeting years, – a liberal association will overpower that
Another heart-throb sharp with keepest pain, of conspiracies to defraud the public.”
Another milestone passed, bedewed with tears. “Yes, Brooke! that is my view. With weary step I toil the steep hillside ; We have no sympathy, but rather antip
My lips are parched, my life is drained dry; athy for what are called parties. We Sometimes I fain in valleys would abide, regard them as both corrupt and degrad- Or, bruised and wounded, lay me down to die. ed, — led by men who are not only not the best, but in some cases the worst. And yet, through all the Hand divine I see, What we aim at is, to bring together the Weaving the golden threads with mercy in ; best men, for the purpose of giving ad- And Love predicts the morning that shall be, vice to the public, - especially in regard When sceptred Light shall rule the nightof sin. to candidates for office; that is, in nominations."
The years are hilltops; from each height are “And the more difficult the work, the better for you, my dear Lindsey. You
Visions of glory, landscapes rich and rare,
And paradise in everlasting green, will have occupation, which is what you
And all that our weak mortal sight can bear. need. When one battle is lost, you will begin work for the next; and by the next slowly my spirit lays its burden down, election you will have your force of vot- Shakes itself free of this material dust, ers; and so on, every year growing and dimly sees held out a radiant crown, stronger, until the barbarians are defeat- For those who love the Lord, and wait and ed. Meantime, you will have a happy trust. home, and leisure for social intercourse." “A pleasant dream."
Flow, then, thou tide of years, with steady “ Not all a dream. Not so improba
pace; ble of success as was the attempt of the
From height to height I tread with brightFounder of our religion, in a mere com
’ning sight. mon-sense view. And were it all moon
Life is a chariot, entered for a race; shine, or mere astronomy, it would still
The soul an eagle, pluming for its flight. be interesting, though not so exciting as if we could sell our new discoveries." Or, if there were a real freedom, that
Pray what new discoveries have you comes from the doing of God's will in this to sell ?” interrupted their friend Os- land, how the dry bones would begin to good, who had approached them unseen. shake, how corrupt institutions would be
The matter was duly explained to him gin to tremble, how the chains would on the way to his hotel, where the whole snap, how the abominations that make us party were to dine together. The plans a hissing and a byword would pass away! for the future were cordially agreed For where the spirit of the Lord is, there upon, and they were in due time accom- is liberty, and not merely Fourth of July plished, so far as personal and private talk about it.
THE TRAIL OF THE SERPENT. ter winds sing their cheerless requiem.
By Rev. A. C. Edmunds. I had watched his decline and fall, and The dwellers among the hills and in when the scene was closed, addressed the the vales of California have seen exem- following letter to his friends : plified, in a thousand different forms, a
DOWNIEVILLE, Jan. 14, 1854. fatal disease of the human heart, remorse- Yesterday I was at the bedside of the less in its ravages, yet common as the dying Michaels, and he requested me to daily walks of men, making its way, al- send a message of his demise to his mothmost unobserved, into the sacred “ home er and sisters. To-day we have laid him circle” of every family in the land. in the grave, and now I have to fulfil my
Michaels was a generous, noble-heart- melancholy promise. Sisters, you know ed soul. Born of respectable parents your brother as a dear and loved companand educated in schools of refinement, he ion. His counsel was always a source of was, early in life, inclined to be a man. pleasure to you; his sparkling eyes and In his youthful years he saw the walking cheerful voice and manly ways always skeletons that infest society, and was re- were messengers of unspeakable joy. It solved to shun the ways that lead to the was a sad day when he left, with princichambers of death. But how vain are ples formed, but not established, the holy human resolves, unless we walk continu- influence of home; but the step was ally with God, praying that “his own taken, and I send you the result. I will right hand may give us the victory”! not harrow your feelings with a recital of
Full of hope and manly pride, he bade his life. Your brother had changed, and adieu to early friends and home to seek I would to God that I could tell you his his fortune in the El Dorado of the west. change was for the better! But alas; The rough and uncultivated touch of pio- alas! the trail of the serpent has passed neer life soon changed his features and over him, and your own imagination must his mien ; but in his wild excitement and paint the pictures, or, what is better, eager search for gold, he paused not to draw before your eyes the veil of obliv. consider the outward man. With blis- | ion. tered hands and sweating brow, he toiled And his mother, - what shall I say to for the shining prize ; but Fortune's smiles you? There are seasons of grief too were not for him. Disappointed in his deep for human consolation. May you endeavors, he began to doubt the justice realize the fulness of the promise " Blessof Providence. That doubt was cherished are they that mourn; for they shall be ed until the brightest vision of his manly comforted”! May the comfort promised life was transformed into a grim-visaged by the Son of God be yours! You have monster of despair. The fatal canker done your duty. You reared an honored was eating its way, slowly and surely, into son; you stored his mind with right printhe precious citadel of life, filled, in bet-ciples; you encouraged him to noble ter days, with a generous supply of virtue deeds. But we are all children of cirand honor.
cumstances, moulded into forms of beauty, Five years have passed, and the golden or driven from paths of virtue, by influbowl is broken, and the cistern at the ences almost imperceptible. I pray you fountain-head. Young Michaels is no to dedicate this bereavement to the good more. He fell a victim to the tempting of your remaining children. Teach them bowl. He looked at the wine when it the danger of giving way to despair, or was red within the cup, and he died. He yielding to temptations. Impress upon felt the serpent's bite and the adder's their minds this fact: that the first false sting: He gave up every manly virtue step leads to another, and the last leads that he might fill - a drunkard's grave. down to death. Oh, how fatal are the
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I send by express the few remaining the luxuries of life. He had opened an relics of your son. They will doubtless extensive mining claim, which proved be cherished mementoes to you. Keep worthless, and it exhausted all his means. them as emblems of his mortality, with The necessaries of life must henceforth the full assurance that “when our day mark the boundary of household exand years are passed, we shall all meet penses, while his wife, with marriage · in heaven."
vow, must become his "helpmeet” indeed.
I will not trace the changes of a few Thus ends a chapter in California life, months. Visitors became numerous, and and it is only an outline of thousands costly presents not a few. Then followed more of the same character. How well whisperings, intended for her ears, that we may exclaim, “Oh, the misery and Mr. G. did not provide for his famwretchedness, the ruin and degradation, ily as he should. The serpent was drawinflicted upon poor humanity through the ing near. She saw the contrast, but
fascinating influence of gold!” Thou failed to comprehend the reason. • art a glittering idol, filled with blessings was led by the flattering voice of reckand curses !
less man, first to call on friends, then to There is another picture, gathered from accept buggy-rides with him, then to thethe paintings of experience, made dark atres, and then to balls, followed by anand gloomy with sorrowful remembrances. other lead, — from home and virtue.
The name of Wright has a charm for Two years the father has been toiling all who knew him. Possessed of a bright to support and educate his deserted mothintellect, he stood far above his compan-erless children, and two years the mother ions. He was a promising star in the has been leading a shameless life. It literary heavens. How many have been was too much for the father's sensitive thrilled as they were led, like a bound nature. He sunk beneath the burden of captive, through his well-rounded sen- his grief, and died, broken-hearted. In tences, or charmed by the eloquence of the wretched wife was fulfilled the sacred his voice! and how many have quailed declaration, “The wicked shall not live beneath the keen lash of his sarcasm! In out half their days.” She died, shortly. his composition, the lion and the lamb after her husband, a victim to the glawere sweetly and harmoniously blended. mour of unholy love. He was a wall of defence and a tower of A neat little marble, near the city of strength to his political party; and the Nevada, marks their resting-place and blows he dealt for its success were neither tells the story of their death. They have few nor faint.
met beyond the river of life. May we But with all his greatness, he had a hope that there will be no night there, no fatal weakness. His love of applause tears of sorrow or lamentations of woe, was a blind guide into the shallow snares nor the trail of the serpent ever known! of vice. His ambition knew no bounds. Such are a few of the scenes with The stimulant of success led him to the which a “ life in California" is filled. It stimulant of the still, and six years ago is true, there is a brighter side, but I am his name was written upon another mar- not speaking of it now. I am but followble ; for the trail of the serpent had done ing the “trail of the serpent,” and will noits work.
tice some of its prevailing symptoms.
A young lady attends boarding-school her little form in the most attractive for a few terms. She acquires a smatter- style. Her street-sweeping founces, her ing of French literature and Italian songs, rouged cheeks, and galvanized jewelry are and then returns home with a “finished sure indications of the trail of the sereducation ” to Airt for a few days with pent. beaux as brainless as herself, and then- A daughter entertains her gossiping dies, poisoned by the trail of the serpent. callers, while her mother cooks the food
A tradesman or mechanic has just com- she eats and makes the clothes she wears. menced business. He sets out in life with There is much hope of an early death; flattering prospects, but is recreant to for the serpent has already commenced duty. He has no fixed principles or reg- its fatal work. ular habits. He is out of bed late at It is useless to enumerate more innight, and in bed late in the morning. stances where this prevailing scourge has He has a time and place for nothing, and made its mark. It is in every field of nothing in time or place. He is a sure neglected duty. It is the constant comvictim to the trail of the serpent. panion and devoted adviser of laziness,
A young miss is desirous of “marrying dishonesty, profanity, pride, vanity, hawell;” but she does nothing to earn a tred, tattling, lying, envy, jealousy, faultgood husband. She seems to think that finding, God-hating, and Devil-serving, a woman is only a dohl, to be looked at with a countless host of other unmentionand played with. Too indolent and too able and unpardonable sins. Wherever ignorant to bake the bread she eats, she there is a "word or work” that belies dies at five-and-twenty, withered by the our humanity, you may know that the trail of the serpent.
trail of the serpent has been there. A young spendthrift chews tobacco A class of persons attributing to themgenteelly, smokes his cigar superbly, and selves every Christian virtue, and withlounges around bar-rooms and billiard- holding the Christian name from all who saloons in the most exquisite style. Young do not believe exactly as they believe, or lady, beware of that fellow and his asso- fail or refuse to wear garments too small ciates! They will die as they live; for for them or dance to a tune that has no the trail of the serpent is over them all. musical soul in it, must be moved by self
A profane man is a pitiful sight. He ish meanness, not limited to time, but exstands in the highways and in the byways tending its influence through the countless of life, – a disgraceful advertisement of cycles of eternity. The self-righteouswhere the serpent's trail has been. ness of such is only equalled by their ar
A young man occupies his time in rogant presumption. Such persons are strutting along the streets puffing a fine known wherever seen or heard. They “ Havana” and twisting his “rattan,” or are detested by the timid,
and pitied by in the parlor flirting with some worthless the generous and true. They are walkpiece of vanity. The mark of disease ing mementoes of the dreadful trail of has obscured his manhood, and he dies, — the serpent, and have yet to learn that none too soon, slavered by the trail of “Charity suffereth long and is kind, think
eth no evil, and rejoiceth in the right.” A
young lady is all perfumery, smiles, Since so many have fallen with the frills, and flirts. She is well posted in all 66 sins that do so easily beset us," why
serpent has been over them;" all others
MRS. STOWE'S COTTAGE. will find that a sinful life is like a troubled
By Minnie S. Davis.' sea, filled with “wailing and gnashing of Mrs. Stowe has a charming new cotteeth.”
tage in the suburbs of Hartford. It is Oh, ye toiling children of earth, yainly romantically situated in the midst of a striving to overcome the sins of the world, grove, with a small stream of water not listen to the voice of Immanuel ! "Come far from the rear of the dwelling. Though unto me, ye weary and heavy laden, and in so rural a spot, it is close to the preI will give you rest,” — I will heal your cincts of the city, and in due time it may “ heart disease; ” I will be a solace in be environed by fine residences. your afflictions, and a comfort in every Though the house is quite elegant and
If you are deaf to this call and spacious, no one, while looking upon it, despise the offer, then you, too, must die, would exclaim, “ What a splendid dwell.
- you, too, must fall a victim to the trail ing!” but would naturally say, “What a of the serpent; for none but the pure in delightful home! what a lovely spot!' heart can see God, or ever learn to know It is in the Gothic style and very irregthat he is Love.
ular, with a graceful piazza on this side,
and a deep niche, hinting at a future conA PRAYER
servatory, on that; and with a bay-win
dow here, and a dormer window there, By Clara. GOD, - Father, who art everywhere,
Behind the house, the ground is terraced Thou knowest the pain that prompts my
and then slopes gradually to the brook's
side. prayer, How through the limitless unknown
At present, the grounds are in a chaMy heart goes seeking for its own,
otic or rather transition state; but there
is ample scope and material for taste and The daily want unsatisfied,
fancy to work upon. It will be a home All fruit of precious hopes denied.
worthy of our honored and gifted author. Oh, thou who carest for the dead,
Oh, Mrs. Stowe, first and brightest star Abide the living love instead !
among our female writers, I am glad to
know you have so fair a home! I conWhen, from the great awakening throng,
from my humble corner, in I miss a merry morning-song,
the joy of its possession! May you gathOh, only Voice the grave obeys,
all Attune its silence into praise !
your heart-treasures, and
may you, in the shadow of the walnut When I may greet that loving gaze
trees, write new stories and essays, which Nowhere in all the busy ways,
shall win fresh laurels for your brow, and Oh, Eye all-seeing, fill my sight,
tributes dearer than the bay from grateNor let me seek a lesser light !
ful hearts; and may you dwell there in
peace until the sunsetting of life! When night, in the accustomed spot,
And, Mrs. Stowe, I wish to ask a quesFolds in the lambs, and one is not,
tion (and pray pardon my presumption). Oh, arm of God, -oh, arm of God,
Do you think the theories of your literUplift me clinging to the clod !
ary friend, Christopher Crowfield, are
really practicable? Do you sympathize A little child of earthly care
with his Utopian ideas? And oh, I do Doubts never of the brother's share,
so long to take a peep into your house, Although the father's form may hide
nay, home, I mean, and see if the dear That brother on the other side.
old gentleman has had a hand in the farSo, Father, - God,- sublime my sense
nishing! Say, was he your right-hand To that celestial confidence
man when you selected wall-paper and That feels one hand upon my head,
borders, pictures, carpets, and chairs ? If And knows the other holds the dead !
so, I know how he would silence the imBuffalo, N. Y.
pertinent suggestions of vulgar Show and