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I2AorN-ZrOve.NINNIES TRIUMPH,

CHAPTER I

"Really, Minnie, I do wish you wouldtry to be a little more sociable; you are soquiet that every oneremarks upon it. Peo-ple will soon really believe that you areunhappy—that I abuse you perhaps."

And George Marshall frowned as hespoke these words to his young wife.

"What nonsense, George ! I was alwaysquiet."

"I am sure you are always lively andfull of fun when we spend a quiet eveningat your mother's or cvhen we remain athome ; that is to say, if we have no visi-tors."

"Because I am happy then."laid her head upon his shoulder.know I never did care to go out.

And she"You

I neverenjoy all these balls and Parties."

"flon't, Minnie, it is undiguified." Andhe pushed her away. "I should like toknow what you do enjoy. You must notallow these inerbid and „loamy feelings togrow upon you. It will sour and embitterour lives."

"I do not think it is just to call memorbid or gloomy, or any one who cantake such real comfort, such perfect hap-piness in her home, in the company ofherhusband. I have always heard it was thesign ofa healthy mind."

"Well, I repeat, when I take you out, Ishould like tosee you try to make your-: elf mrseeable, andnot go off in a corner.Look at 'lrs. Winsount Why can't yoube a little more like her ? She alwayslooks bright and happy. In fact, she isthe life of the company."

"I will beg to remind you that it is wellknown Mrs:Winsome keeps her smiles,and all that gayety which charms you-so,for the world. At house she is die-awayand ill-tempered. L'ut I supposeyouwouldappreciate a wife like that."

"There is moderation in es. erything. Icertainly do not appreciate one who actsas though she had not got two ideas in herhead. With all Mrs. Winsome's faults,her husband has no reason to be ashamedof lam."

"Am I to understand from that, you areashamed of me ?" And Minnie's faceflushed crimson.

"Well, I must confess, it is not verygratifying to know my friends think Ihave married little better than an idiot,and what makes ice more angry is theknowledge that youare iu every way su-perior to her, if you would only try tomake yourself agreeable. Another thingis rather annoying—to see Mrs. Winsomealways dressed so handsomely—always inthe latest style, while youhave worn thatone deem at least half a dozen times; andyet• I know that. her husband does notmake as much money as I do. Thefactis, she is a good manager."

"If I am so stupid, it is a pity you mar-ried me. I wish I was home with mam-ma 1"

And Minnie could restrain herself nolonger. She covered her face with herbands, and cried as though her heart wasbroken.

George fe:t that he had Leen unkind,and putting his arm around her, he triedto soothe her ; but his words had made toodeep an impression on Minnie's sensativenature to be soon forgotten. She did nottell him, us many would, to go away ; hutshe did not return his fond caresses.

The truth was. although George Mar-shall loved his wife fondly, he was to gayand thoughtless to fully appreciate hervirtues. -He like many others, laboredunder the delusion that we were placed inthis sorld tor the express purpose of en-joying ourselves, and believed in doingso to the fuilest extent, while he was stillyuung. l;sing a areat favorite, there wasrarely au eveningbutwhat he had an in-vitation for himself and wife to either aball.party, or some amusement. This kindof life he enjoyed. He thought one quietcreabaj a week, passed at home was enough.

Minnie took a very different view ofthings. She thought pleasure in modera-tion was decidedly good; but her idea wasone evening a week for excitement, andthe others spent quietly at home. Shethought it was really wicked, at least forpersons in their eireumstances, to carry itto a greater excess, and not only a wasteof time, but an utter disregard of health ;

besides, she felt they couldnot afford it ;and she had made up her mind, ifpossible,to awaken her husband to the fact ere itwas too late, for she saw the love of ex-citement. was growing upon him..

The next morningshewas cold and in-different, although she saw lie was ratherirritable, she took nonotice whatever of it.When he arose from the table to go, shetook up a paper and began to read.

In a moment hereturned with his hatand coat on, ready to start. He was an-noyed at her strange conduct. He badbeen accustomed to have her stand by hisside every morning and kiss hiui halfadozen times before he went. This newfreak was anything but pleasant, and hecould not understand it; so he said, inrather a sharp tone :

"Well, how much longer am I to ,bekept waiting this morning ?"

"Why, I am not detaining you, George.""Don't you intend kissing ma goodby,

then ?"

"I have no objections; but I really donot think Mrs. Winsome wastes her kissesupon her husband."

He felt the rebuke, and did not answer ;but stooping, kissed her. She returned it,though not in her usual way. This wasnot lost upon her husband ; buthe thoughtit best to take no notice, hoping the cloudwould pass away before dinner-time.

When he had gone, the affectionate lit-tle wife arose, and clasping her her handstightly together, exclaimed :

—"Oh, dear, it 'was hard to let him gowith that one cold kiss; but still he diddeserve it. I must teach him a lesson,and one he will not forget, for our futurehappiness is at stake." _ _

Minniethen went up stairs and took thebaby from the girl ; it was as much as shecould do to keep from having a good fit ofcrying; but she made up her mind to bebrave, so she pressed her little darling toher heart, and tiled to forget by rattlingall sorts ofbaby talk, as all fond mothersdo.

She dressed the baby, then herself, andleaving word with Mary to have dinner atthe usual time, and to tell Mr. Mashall sheshould not be home until evening.

It is hardly necessary to say that Mr.Marshall was astonished when the messagewas delivered, and scarcely worth sayingthat he was decidedly angry; still, he wasdetermined she should not know it. Ilewould appear to take it as a matter ofcourse.

So, when he returned in the evening,he tried to act as usual, but it was not aseasyas he supposed; and Minnie, who un-derstood human nature well, and couldread her husband like a book, saw plainlythat he was anything but pleased.

As for Minnie, she was toobusy to greethim with her usual kiss, and when he satdown and rested his hands, instead of go-ingand putting her arms aroand his neck,and, with loving words, frightening theugly blues away, she merely said :

"Come, George, supper is ready. and wemust hurry, for I promised Mrs. Winsomewe would goto the theatre to-night "

Mißie could scarcely help laughing atthe look of astonishment which her hus-band gave her. Then he said :

"Indeed ! You seem tobe improving.""I am. I have been taking a few les-

sons from your charmingfriend, Mrs. Win-some. She is a delightful companion. Iknew you would be delighted to go withher thisevening."

"Well, to tell the truth, I feel rathertired to-night; but as you promised I will

"Oh, no! don't go on my account. Ifyou feel tired, you had better remain athome. Mrs. Winsome said if you did notcare going, I could go with -her."

You might have knocked him over witha featherat that speech from the lips ofhis loving Minnie. It is needless to sayhe went.

She dressed herself with the greatestcare, and looked as pretty asa picture,

Just as they are ready, Mr. and Mrs.Winsome came, and before he knew whathe was about, he found Mrs. Winsomewaiting for him to offerher his arm. Min-nie and Mr. Winsome had gone off to-gether.

At one time he would have been pleas-ed, but now he was actually annoyed, andbefore he arrived at the theater he wasdisgusted at the frivolous tone of Mrs.Wins:ane's conversation.

CHAPTER H

It was a difficult part ofour tender-heart-ed little heroine; neverthelss, she playedit well. She was not very strong, and,therefore, it was no wonder she felt tiredafter spending the two last evenings out.At one time she would have got up to seeher dear George off, no matter how tiredshe felt, but now, as she was takinc , thecharacter of Mrs. Winsome, she thoughtshe would play it thoroughly; so she toldher husband she felt tired, and thereforewould not get up yet—that Mary wouldattend to him. Then she added:

4•You know that Mrs. Winsome nevergets up until about ten. She thinks it isnonsense to see her husband off; she saysthey do not appreciate it, and I think sheis right."

So saying. Minnie turned over, as thoughto take another snooze.

Mr. Marshall did not like this indiffer-enceat all; but as he had so often said hewished she was a little more like thecharming Mrs. Winsome, what could hesay? He was obliged to swallow the mor-tification and his breakfast in silence.

No sooner had he gone, than Minniejumped up and hurried, so as to make upfor lost time. All the morning she wasas busy as a little bee ; but as the timedrew near for her husband to come home,she took a novel, and began to read. Thiswas another surprise for our friend GeorgeMarshall; but he was still silent.

Just as he was goingout again, Minniecalled him back.

"George, I want to f.c e you about some-thing very important."

His heart was up in his throat. Hehoped she wanted a goodby kiss, and per-haps, to lay her bead upon his breast, andask him to call her his loving little wifeagain. •

"Well," he said, in a flattering voice."I wanted to remind you to be home

early to-night; for I have made up mymind to go to that surprise party."

"But, my dcar, it is a fancy dress."'I am well aware of that, and, what is

more, well prepared; for I went with Mrs.Winsome yesterday, and selected mydress."

Minnie did look lovely as the prettyflower-girl, and when she came into theroom where her husband was waiting, andlooked up saucily into his face, and said,"Buy some flowers sir ?" be could not helpgiving her a kiss.

But still he wished she was his affec-tionate little wife again, and, and he wasjust going to tell her so, when she verycoldly said :

"lie careful! There, that will do; youwill disarrange my hair."

It was evident there were many othersbeside herhusband whoadmired herthateve-ning,by the undivided attention she re-ceived; in fact, she was so continually sur-rounded, that at last Mr. Marshall wasobliged to acknowledge to himselfthat hefelt actually jealous; and the best part ofthe jokewas, that Minnie, though appar-ently unconscious of her husband's pres-ence, was nevertheless watching him nar-rowly; therefore, the fact was not lostupon her.

It would be impossible to tell the manythings Minnie did, and the many surprisesour poor friend Marshall had.

One evening, when lie returned home,he found her lying upon the sofa, andnaturally asked what was the matter.

"Oh, Iam half dead, Iam so tired ! Mrs.Winsome and I have been out shoppingall day, and oh, George,l have bought themost lovely new silk dresses, and hat, andcloak, and ribbons, and laces !"

"But, my dear, where did you get themoney from ?"

"Why, told them to send the bill in toyou—that is the way Mrs. Winsome does.They are all in the latest style too—sosuperb !"

"Dash that woman !" thought Mr. Mar-shall; and turned upon his heel, not in thebest humor possible.

Minnie did not look as neat and tidy asshe used to do; but after supper she wentup to dress, and when he asked her whyshe dressed then, she said:

"As we are not going out this evening,I thought Iwould get Mr. and Mrs. Win-some to come up, it is so dull and stupidalone; anything to kill time, you know."

This was too much—they hadn't spent aquiet evening together for so long, that hewould have given the world for a fewof those hours when she sat upon her littlestool at his feet, and her head upon hisknee. Alas, could this be his Minnie!So changed—he sighed at the thought.

The next morning he put on a cleanshirt, and found there was no button onthe neck; he took another, there was oneoff the wrist.

"Why, my dear, how is this? Thereare no buttons on my shirts; it is the firsttime sudi a thing has happened since ourmarriage."

"There, now George, do notbe unreason-able; I can't do everything; I have notime to see to your shirts. I shall beobliged to have a seamstress to help me."

When our hero went to the drawer fora clean pair ofsocks, he found about halfa dozen pairs with large holes in. Almostexasperated, he exclaimed:

"Really, Minnie, this is going a littletoo far. There was a time when you wasnot above mending my clothes; then youthought it a pleasure."

"Yes, that was when I was foolish. Mrs.Winsome never mends her husband'sclothes; she says it not a wife's place."

“I wish you would never mention thatwoman's name in my presence. I hateand despise her !"

And George Marshall ground his teethin rage.

'limes have changed. You were onceone of the loudest in her praise:"

"For heaven's sake don't remind me ofthe time when I was a fool !"

"And don't you remember when youwished I was like her? I think I havebeen a very apt scholar, George,—don'tyou ?'..

little too apt to please me."And with something like an oath, GeorgeMarshall left the room.

Minnie buried her head under the bedclothes to keeping from laughing.

Marshall did not feel very happy allday; he could not help thinking of thegreat. change in his with, and he felt hebad himself to thank for it. When shehad been as good and affectionate as itwas possible to be, he had not appreciatedher—in fact, had only found fault. Nowhe would have given the world for someof those loving kisses and fond caresseswhich at one time she lavished upon him;now she never condescended to give one.

Ile returned in the evening, weary andlow spirited. He longed for her sympa-thy, for a quiet evening with her, and hemade up his mind lie would remain athome and enjoy one for thefirst time sincethat fatal quarrel; but, alas! the firstwords that greeted his ears were:

"Oh, Georr,e, we shall not be obligedto mope at home this evening, after all;for I have bought two tickets for a con-cert."

Pcor fellow, he was so disappointed hecould not answer.

"You do not seem over-pleased.""No, I do not care about going out this

evening. Ido not feel well enough."That is provoking! but I suppose you

will goto bed early, and I can go withMr. and Mrs. Winsome. I would nothave you go out on my account."

"Marshall did not say anything, for hehoped Minnie would change her mind;but he was mistaken, for after tea she wentup to dress, and when they called for her,she merely came in and told him she wassorryhe could not go,started off in thebestof spirits.

Then it was George Marshall felt thetreasure he had lost; how weary, howlonely, how miserable he was! He couldhave cried, as he thought how he hadtaught her to love pleasure and frivolity,and now—oh, what would he not giveto have his quiet little Minnie back! Hewas depressed in spirits, so sick at heart,that he laid his head upon his hands andsobbed aloud.

"Oh, Minnie forgive me—love me oncemore!"

A gentle hand smoothed his hair back,and a fond kiss was pressed upon hisbrow. He raised his head, and therestood Minnie, with the old loving smileupon her face.

"Minnie, my own darling, do you stilllove me !"And he clasped her in his arms._ _ . .

But she drew back, and in a cold tonethat chilled him, said: . .. .

"Stop, stop; this is going a little toofar—it is undignified! Mrs. Winsomewould not allow it." _ _ _

"For God's sake, Minnie, trifle with meno longer, unless you wish to break myheart ! Oh, darling, if yon knew how Ihave suffered, you would forgive me—youwould feel you had your revenge.Can't you forget and forgive, darling, and

be once more the loving little wife youwere ?"

And he looked up so imploringly at her,that Minnie's heart could withstand it nolonger, and she threw herself into herhusband's arms.

"Oh, George ! do you really love yoursilly little Minnie best ?"

"You were not silly, darling. I was thefoolishone, not toappreciate your virtues,lwas blind, but I am wiser now, and loveyou ten thousand times more. Only saythat you will forgive me Minnie !"

"I do forgive you with all my heart,dearest; but tell me where are you thehappiest—at a ball, a party, theatre oropera ?" - -

"Ah, Minnie, I have found the truth ofwhat you have so often said—real happi-ness is only found at home !"

"Then you will not be angry, if I dosay I do not enjoy parties, and want tostay at home with you—will George ?"

"Angry, darling ? No; you have taughtmea lesson I shall never forget ! Be oncemore my loving wife, and I shall neverwant to leave our home."

"And will you promise never to ask meto take lessons from Mrs. Winsome again ?"

And Minnie looked up witha mischievoussmile. _ _ _

"Oh, Minnie, if you knew how I des-pise that woman; and how I hate myselffor ever insulting my dear, good littlewife, by ask her to be more like herself !

How could I ever be such a blind fool ?

But thanks to you, my eyes are at lastopen !" And George drewher closer tohim.

George had never felt happier than atthat moment, as he looked down upon thatsweet face, and saw those pretty blue eyes

beaming so full of love.He kept his word ; from that time they

passed their evenings at home. He oftentold Minnie he had never known beforewhat real happiness was; and he neverceased to thank her for having played herpart so well.

Five years have passed, and it would behard to find a happier family. George'sMarshall's chief delight is in the companyof his dear Minnie, and sporting with thethree little rosy-checked children whomake up their family.

gleatling to the 4;11lion.Fashion-Ridden Women.

One thing must be conceded to women,says Fanny Fern in the New York Ledger,namely, the grit to endure any amount ofinconvenience, or even positive rain, forthe sake of dress. Now men—what fail-ings soever they may have, and time wouldfail me to enumerate them—always, to myknowledge, stop short of physical torture,when they must choose between tnat and"the fashion." Catch them at it ! Thegood fellows, loving their ease better thanwives, houses or lands, shake their headswith a most decided negative at tightboots, tight hats, tight gloves; and wel-come flannel undergarments and gumshoes, though their proportions may bethereby increased. This much I will sayfor them. But women ! I have seenthem pale about the mouth, trying bravelyto walk on those absurd pegs of heels rununder the middle of their feet, while everymuscle and jointwere crying out in vainfor mercy. I have seen them shivering,with defiant blue noses in the frosty air,while they tried, in our January snows, tokeep their throat warm with—a necklace.I've seen their fingers looking like stuffedsausages, in gloves at least, two or threesizes too small; and when it was impos-sible for them to bend one finger joint.I've seen them walk miles with a heavywater-proof cloak hanging over theiraims, because that silk velvet suit must beworn, at all costs, and rain would ruin it.And now, io.t nvery woman outside ofa lunatic asylum ought to rejoice in eman-cipation from long skirts in the streets,fashion say they must be worn. And forone, I am heartly glad, when they are, tosee a good quarter of a yard of mud em-broidering these expensive silk and velvettrains; and, better yet, embroidering, as IknOcthey must, their stockings and un-derskirts. As to catching cold, the worldcan spare such fools before they bringothers into the world. So I don't wearmourning for them.

Now, do you suppose women like thesecare about 'female suffrage." No, sir.They prefer female suffering. It is wellto break ground for the car of progres, butYou can't hoist women like that into itagainst their will. You've got to beginupon the little girls. Stop their candy-feeding; their hot pastry luncheons atschool recess ; their "children's partiesfrom seven to eleven" at night; their un-suitable clothes at all times, if' you wantwomen who will ever have sense enoughto know their rights from their wrongs, orbreath enough or philanthrophy enoughto care. when their own lives are easy,whether those of other women are hard ornot. That's the whole of it! Give wo-men healthy bodies and an intelligent edu-cation and you'll have no need to be jog-ging their elbows in the direction of their"rights." They will walk up and takethem, justas inevitably and just as na-turally as a man takes his wife after themarriage ceremony; and they won't care,any more than be either, what bystandersthink about it.

Tit-Bits, Taken on the Fly.

Look before you leap.Live not beyond your means.

At a great bargain pause awhile.A faithful friend is a good defense.A chaste eye exiles licentious looks.A good maxim is never out of season.

A bitter jest is thepoison offriendship.Give not ear to tale-bearers or babblers,

nor be scurrilous in conversation.A coquette is a rose, from which every

lover plucks a leaf—the thorns are left forher future husband.

All efforts to make hay by gaslight havefailed; but it is discovered that wild oatscan be sown under its cheerful rays.

Eve did notknow as muchas her daugh-ters of the present day. Had they been inher place, instead of being deceived, theywould have deceived.

Keep doing, always doing—remember-ing that wishing, dreaming, intending,murmuring, talking, sighing and repiningare all idle and profitless employments.

He who toys with time trifles witha fro-zen serpent, which afterwards turns uponthe hand that indulged the sport, and in-flicts a deadly wound.

Human nature shows many strange in-consistencies. How often do we find thestrong and great possessed of petty fuibl'sthat would seem ill in even the lowest andweakest; and how often do we find in theweak temporary gleams of greatness.

Many a man has lived in poverty andwant, compelled by force of circumstancesto do small actions which he loathed, whohad the heart of a prince; manya princehas lived whose soul was unworthy thebody ofa peasant.

I have known vast quantities of non-sense talked about bad men not looking youin tho flties. Don't trust that conventionalidea. Dishonesty will stare you out ofcountenance any day in the week, if thereis anything to be got by it.

A "Cypher."

A London contemporary gives us thekey to the following cypher :

"Fetnkpi cnh.—Uqtty yqw cig knn ugptcp offtgnu vjev k ocy ytkvg gxgty vjkpyncetgf cu vig itexg ecppqv efxtvkug cickngpt hkxg rqwptu vq ightcy gargpugn cpk pknn ycky. PGNNXO."

Which being translated is:"DARLING Arx.--Sorry you are ill.—

Send an address that I may write. Eve-rything sacred as the grave. Cannot ad-vertise again. Send five pounds to defrayexpenses and I will wait.—NELLIE."

The cypher is a very easy one. Takecertain words, and shift the lettere twospaces onwards in the alphabet—and youdo it at once by drawing two alphabets,and placing one above the other and youhave a cypher. Thus, Ais the first letter,use C, the third; L the twelfth, me N;is the sixth, youuse fl; and yen have theRussian-looking word qv,

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the goods and ChilttiCS set elntrt 19 widows. Ithe provisions of the Act of l Ith o'," April,1851, have been filed in the °Mee or the Ciethe Orphans' Court of Ilinitiug:l,,n (own:v.,will be presented our "apite vnl t'ourtWednesday, April 1:!th. 1,;-1

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Inventory nod appraisemeut of the person:properly, taken by Saran Walker. widow of HemC. Walker.tar of. AlexandriaLore., eieeeaied.

Inveutory and appraiseotent of the person;property, taken Jane Peightal, widow ofSanuel Peightal, late of Oneida tp.. tieee,e•l.

Inventory and appraisement of the personalproperty, taken by Martha C. Weston, widow ofJohn Weston, !ate of Mapleton hero, deceased.

Inventory and appratseroent of the personalproperty, taken by Ally Clark, widow of AmosClark, late Tod tp., deceased.

Inventory and appraisemeat of the personalproperty, taken by diary Green, widow of GeorgeGreen, late of Oneida township, deceased.

J. E. SMUCICER,Clk Orphans' Court.

Huntingdon,Pa.,March 15.

ASSIGNEE'S NOTICE.Notice is hereby given that Wm. P. Ram-

sey and Eliza S., his wire, of Dublin township,Huntingdon county, Pa., by deed of voluntary as-signment, dated February 9, 1871. have assignedallthe estate real and personal of thesaid Wm. I'.Ramsey, (except so touch thereofas is by the lawsof Pennsylvania, exempt front execution.) to JohnS. Nimmon and A. A. Skinner, of Franklin county,in trust, for the benefit of the creditors of the saidWm. P.Ramsey. All persons therefore indebtedto thesaid Wm. I'.Ramsey will make payment tosaid Assignees, and those having claims will makeknown to the same without delay.

JOHN'S. NIMMON,A. A. SKINNER,

Fannetsburg, Franklin county, Pa.Feb. 22.'71.-Gt.

NO. 13.

Ulu pule Muir.[Written for the JouRNAL.

The Bible.

Full oft doth stripling youth, and hoary age,Neglect the teachings of thy sacred page,When 'mid the crowded, bustling scenes of

life,Or merged in pleasure's glittering vortex, rifeWith hopes, whose lambent beams a moment

play,Pouring around the gorgeous flood of dayIn one broad, bright, unflickering, dazzing- •

stream ;But 'tis alas! an evanescent gleam,Fleeting age, transientas the morning dewWhose vapors meet in Heaven's unclouded

blue ;Too soon alas I is quenched the expiring blaze,Involving us in grief's bewildering maze •,

Too soon the lustrous orb of Hope goes down,And chill Adversity's stern, withering frownTortues the very vitals of our soulWith anguish deep, beyond our weak control.But whenour spirits feel the scorching blight—Whenkeen Afflictions gloomy. sunless nightMath trown around us sorros's deepening pall,And in its darkest shades enveloped all—Then heart-sick of this wearying life,Its never varying, ceaseless, joyless strife ;From low communion with earth's grovelling

sceneWe turn away, to that pure gushing streamWhose limped waters can our thirst appease,And fit our souls for realms of blissful ease.

Out-of-Work Christians.The vast and melancholy multitude of

those who though members in what iscalled "good standing" of evangelicalchurches, are doing next to nothing for thecause of Christ, and are therefore harmingit, presents a curious variety of moral andspiritual phenomena. Many of them findin their hearts a chronic and many-sideddisinclination for duties which God hasplaced within their reach. Others seemperpetually to fall victims to the pridewhich forbids their undertaking work inwhich they are not likely toshine. Besidesthese, not to speak of the large class whoare unmistakably, if not confessedly, coldand indifferent, because absorbed in, andoverwhelmed by the things of this world,there is enough for a dozen armies whoare, if we may take their own word for it,entirely ready and willing to display anuntold degree of zeal and energy, "if theyonly knew what to do."

It is not that they are divided in mindby the pressing urgency apparently distinctand opposite calls to duty, or that thobreath and luxuriance of the harvest puz-zles them as to the proper place for theirown particular reaping, but that, spiritu-ally, they are actually "out-of-work," anddon't know where or how to find it. Theyforget Christian labor is the most wonder-fully self-propagating thing on the face ofthe earth ; and lovingly that thing whichmay seem least—if they would but bindthat one sheaf and lay it by, tall grainenough will soon stand before them ripeand ready for the reaping.—Chronicle.

The Loneliness of Christ.

Did youever think of Christ where hespoke of Himself as being alone, and in-stantly said that He was not alone ? Youwill find in the Berlin gallery one of Ra-phael's pictures of Madonna,in which thereis an exquisite seizing ofone of the mostfugitive passages of time. The mother hasa book, and she is reading, and the childis putting its hand in her bosom, and shehas the expression of being absorbed inthe book, and yet of having sufficientlynoticed the child to look up. Her expres-sion is caught justat that subtle momentof time, when she is thinking of the bookwhich she is reading, and yet not quitethinking of it, but thinking of the child.The whole picture presents that thought,and you see it clearly. And where Christspeaks of Himselfin this instance, it is oneof those subtle transitions where he isthinking of himself in His relation to theworld, and he speaks of himself as beingalone, and yet, instantly lifting His thoughtto God, says, "Not alone." This sublimediscrimination, how full it is of meaning,and comfort, and consolation to us, in ourvarious relations of life.

Spiritual Religion.

Unlettered and unknown, poor and press-ed down by toils and cares, a man may yetrear a structure which shall stand, in itsstrength and beauty, through eternal ages.He could not carve a figure, or chisel astatue, but he can build a living temple.—He could not paint a picture for his house,but he can hang the living virtues uponthe inner walls ofhis soul. He could notnumber or name the powers of his ownmind, but he can set them all upon theirnoblest objects. He is bewildered amidthe distinctions of philosophy, but at homein the doctrines of God. He is lost, it maybe, among the ignoble throng, while thegreat ones of this worldroll past him,brightin splendors of evanescent life, but a greatcrowd of celestial witnesses have hint insurvey, and there is a crown and a kingdomawaiting him above. Our God hides thesethings from the wise and prudent, and re-veals them unto babes.

Living Epistles.

Christians are living epistles to be read.The world reads them every day. How.important that this living gospel, whichwalks and trades, and stirs about in publicplaces, should be correctly printed I Yethow many of these living epistles havebeen printed from battered type, from mix-ed fonts, on spotted paper, and in dim ink.nut, after all, orthodoxy is safer in theconsecrated heart than in the theologicallibrary. Evangelism is an upright, open-eyed, warm-haned, advancing thing, notthe flat flimsiness ofa mere programme, tobe written and put away on the shelf, forsafe keeping ; it is always alive, alert andgrowing; it is not dead Latin, but vitalmother tongue in this country ; it is notsteepled to church, cadenced in ritual, orrobed at the altar so much as hi:arted inliving people, and radiated in work dayduties.

I compare the troubles which we have toundergo, in the course of a year, to a bun-dle offaggots, far too large for us to carry.But God does not require us to carry thewhole at once. He mercifully unties thebundle and gives us first one stick. Thiswe might easily manage. If we could onlytake the burden appointed for us each day;but we choose to increase our trouble bycarrying yesterday's stick over again to-day,and adding to-marrow's burden to n- loadbefore we are required to bear it.—JohnNewton,

Is we would h—s-vepowerful !Muds wumust think,