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these were all cabbages, potatoes, and tur- We like this mode of perpetuating the existnips.'

ence of the classes which year by year sny fareMadam,' said Uncle Samuel, with look well to the beloved schoul where they have go and voice stern and harsh with disgust and in- long wrought and studied ere they go forth to dignation, -'madam ! if a hog could speak, take their places among the world's workers, that is just what he would say !' and turning on each to fulfil her destiny in her own appointed his heel, he walked into his store, leaving the sphere. And it has a double use. It will be a lady to find her way out of the garden at her green spot to look back upon when perhaps leisure.”

every other shall have become arid and sear, It is pleasant to read such evidences of the and will, we doubt not, sometimes draw thitherbeautiful in the life of a plain, hard-working ward their feet, even when their steps have beGerman Pennsylvania farmer, than whom none come tottering and feeble, and the light of their are supposed to be more utilitarian. But there eyes dimmed. Youug girls who leave the litis a

tle sapling to-day, buvyant with hope and hap

piness, looking down the golden vista of com“ Beyond his love of his farm, his barn, his ing years, impatient to trend its flowery paths, money, his wife, is the love of the German may, long hence, come back meek-hearted and farmer for his horse, especially his favorite sorrowful, to renew, beside the towering tree, horse. One of these, who delighted in feeding the friendships of their girlhood, and bear np and caring for a riding horse named away to their widely-severed homes new cheer ‘Nance,' was so unfortunate as to lose his for the future. faithful wife by death. A friend condoling The ceremony of the planting was introduced with the mourning widower on the loneliness by a prayer by our village pastor, followel by and hardships of his condition was responded singing by the class, and an address by Dr. to by a deep sigh and the remark, ‘Yes, yes, Sawyer. Then came the following consecrating it was a great luss ; I felt almost as bad as if I poem written by one of the teachers and read had lost Nance !""

by a pupil of the cl iss.

THE PLANTING OF THE OAK-TREE AT CLINTON PE-
LINES ON AN OLD PORTRAIT.

MALE SEMINARY BY THE CLASS OF '65.
Eyes that outsmiled the mora,

Classmates, loved classmates, how swiftly, how
Behold our golden lashes,

surely What are your fires now?

These bright, gladsome hours are winging Ashes !

away!

Yet a few weeks, and we, as dear classmates, Cheeks that outblush the rose,

Together, no more in these loved halls will White arms and snowy bust,

stay. What is your beauty now?

Let us, then, sisters, glance back, if but briefly, Dust!

On the bright scenes, too happy to last, While we review in memory's art-gallery

Pictures she's painted in three years past. A PLEASANT ceremony was that we lately Here we recall the first formal greeting witnessed at the Female Department of our own Each gave to each when as strangers we met, Clinton School, – the planting of an oak-tree Ere we had found the bright jewel, affection, by the graduating class. The day was beauti- Or the rich casing in which it was set. ful and fair ; the whole landscape which lay Nor can we, dear sisters, forget the two loved spread out, a noble panorama, before us, lovely

ones, as a dream, and the singing of the birds sweet Who then filled the places left vacant to-day,as that of the young beings who were about to One whom disease has gently laid prostrate, set up in the classic grounds of their Alma

And one, loving angels bore softly away. Mater a memento of the class of '65, - a memento which shall look down on the beautiful Here, hand in hand, have we wandered together, valley when the fair hands which planted it Through pleasant fields of rich mental lore, shall have been long mouldered into dust, and which, like a garden, has spread out around the daughters of other generations tread the halls where their voices are now heard.

Treasures in varied and infinite store.

PLANTING THE OAK.

us

And let us,

These treasures we all have been striving to Here let us each some tribute deposite, gather,

Some sweet, silent token to hallow our tree; Laying up gems that, as years onward roll, Bring ye, dear sisters, each one, a loved flower, Shall bring us such increase, forever and ever, Whose language shall goodness and purity Enriching the mind and ennobling the soul. be.

in memory of her who is absent, What grateful emotions spring up into being,

This forget-mé.not leave, which she so used Toward those who have helped all our wants

to love, to supply !

This evergreen wreath of the undying myrtle, Kind, generous patrons, true, faithful teachers, For our loved angel sister, whose home is Pointing the way as we wandered by.

above. How our hearts throb with love reverential To the all-wise, the omniscient God,

Those dear, absent loved ones, oh, much do Who has so richly surrounded with beauty

we mourn them, The pathway of knowledge in which we have

And much do we miss their bright presence trod !

to-day ; Yet she whom our Father hath called home to

heaven, Sisters, then shall we not leave here some token,

Oh, how could we wish her on earth here to Something that passeth not quickly away,

stay ! As a slight emblem of grateful emotions

She had no need for an earthly diploma ; That fill all our hearts with such fervor to

She had no need to graduate here ; day?

God saw she was ready to join the bright anWhat than this oak-tree can be more befitting?

gels, Youthful in strength and as youthful in

And sent them to bear her to their happy years,

sphere. But endowed with endurance that time but in

creases, Till in majesty crowned all its true worth But, sisters, our missions remain yet unended,

Let us then ever be faithful and true, appeal's.

All living the lives of good, earnest Christians,

As, dying, she whispere: she wished us to do. Then, sisters, to-day, will we plant this young Soon will our pathway divide and meander, oak-tree.

Duty may call us abroad far and wide, Long may it live and well may it thrive!

Let us go forth with truth for our banner, Firm in its strength, majestic and noble,

Virtue our shield, and Jesus our guide. Be it the bright emblem of class '65. Let it live to bespeak, in the far-distant future, He will direct our footsteps when weary The honor and love we unitedly bear

To places of rest 'neath the sweet, cooling For our loved Alma Mater, its patrons, its

shade ; teachers,

He, should our pathway grow sombre and Whose protection, whose love, we're permit

dreary, ted to share.

Will ever be near us, and lend us his aid

Till, by his guidance, we each shall in safety Let it live to recall to the hearts left behind us Reach the bright portals of our Father's Fond memories of those who help plant it to- door,

Then in blest mansions of bliss he'll receive us, And who, when a few short weeks shall have Where loved ones all meet and part never

day ;

This evergreen wreath of the undying myrtle, own color that he has bad an image of Christ For our loved angel sister whose bome is on the cross, which had been placed in his palabove."

ace by some missionaries in 1857, painted black. two young ladies, representing the absent and Our concert-room is a shed in which fish were the departed, silently stepped forward and de salted and dried. The fish have disappeared, posited the frail memorials of their love beside but the smell remains. The manner in which the others, every heart was touched and every

we are remunerated is singular. There being eye was moistened.

no specie, we are paid in kind, and the king The earth was gathered about the roots of the himself, having no cash, has given us engraved precious sapling and the tree was planted, gourds. One of these bears his profile, and I wben the following pretty song, written by one keep it for you, as it will serve as a sugar-basin. of the class for the occasion, was very feelingly Id the last concert, which consisted of an air : and sweetly sung :

from Anna Bolena, the duo of Norma, the

drinking song of Lucrezia, the air Ah! quel Hark to thy children's fond appeal, plaisar d'etre soldat and the Air des Fraises,

Happy home, our Clinton home! I receive for my part, three pigs, twenty-three Our mother love, to thee we kneel,

turkeyg, forty-four fowls, five thousand cocoaHappy home, our Clinton home. nuts, one thousand two hundred pineapples, In other days, in after-years,

one hundred and twenty bushels bananas, one When time the heart's affection sears, hundred and twenty-six pumpkins, and one We'll turn to thee amid our tears,

thousand five hundred oranges. In France all Happy home, our Clinton home. these things would be worth about 4,000f., and

4,000f. for five airs is a pretty sum ; but in Oh, may the tree we plant to-day,

this place it is not so easy to turn what we Near our home, our Clinton home, have received to account. I hear, however, Stand firm, and never know decay, that a speculator from a neighboring island is By our home, our Clinton home.

about to come here to offer us money for what When younger sisters still shall strive,

we have received. Unfortunately, en attende May this strong oak e'er keep alive ant his arrival, I am obliged to employ my Thoughts of the class of '65

fruits and vegetables in feeding my live stock.”” Gone from home, their Clinton home. Kind friends we're always sure to meet

One of the pleasantest of summer sounds is In our home, our Clinton home,

the earnest, persistent, and most energetic disNor winter's cold, nor summer's heat

putation of the katydid. Few who have “sumWill change our home, our Clinton home. mered” in the country can have failed to listen Here we taught to live and love,

to these curious little insects controverting To sow the seed that all approve ;

some vexed point often for hours together, and 'Twill lead us to our home above,

which, like many a nobler controversy generalHeavenly home, our heavenly home.

ly ends just where it began. A poet bas writtep some exceedingly pleasant lines to this

little insect, which we offer to our “ Table." THE TRAVELLERS OF FORTUNE. Among the curious experiences which professional musicians are subject to, it is doubtful if I love to hear thine earnest voice, wherever any exceed in piquancy and oddity that record

thou art hid, ed in the following little account :

Thou testy little dogmatist, thou pretty katy“Some musicians and theatrical singers

did ! about two years ago left France to seek thèir Thou mindest me of gentlefolks, -old gentlefortune, and, after many journeyings, chance

folks are they ; took them to the Hervey Islands, part of Thou say’st an undisputed thing in such a solCook's Archipelago, in the Pacific. One of

emn way. them, a lady, bas just written the following curivus letter to her aunt, who resides at Paris. Thou art a female katydid ; I know it by the

“ • The king of these islands, Makea Gusme, trill bas three times attended our concerts. He is That quivers through thy piercing notes, so perfectly black, and thinks so highly of his petulant and shrill.

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TO AN INSECT.

I think there is a knot of you beneath the hol- to have remarked to a confidant that he was low tree,

not aware of having more than four lawyers in A knot of spinster katydids. Do katydids | his dominions, and when he got home he would drink tea ?

hang two of them.”

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THE

LADIES' REPOSITORY,

А

Universalist Monthly Magazino

FOR THE HOME CIRCLE.

VOLUME XXXIV.

BOSTON:

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