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Who thinks to see its full grown tree

Must live a century older.”

At last to us a woodland path,

To open sunset leading, Revealed the Anakim of pines

Our wildest wish exceeding.

Alone, the level sun before,

Below, the lake's green islands, Beyond, in misty distance dim,

The rugged Northern Highlands.

Dark Titan on his Sunset Hill

Of time and change defiant! How dwarfed the common woodland seemed,

Before the old-time giant.

What marvel that in simpler days

Of the worlds' early childhood, Men crowned with garlands, gifts and praise,

Such monarchs of the wild-wood ?

The reply is cumbered with many conditions.

If she is a widow, without other children, with no other duties in life, and in such robust health that she can, without injury to the child or herself, discharge the offices of wet-nurse, cook, nursery-maid, teacher, and mother-yes !

If she has a busband whose claim upon her time and thought only death can annul, children who must be watched and taught, social duties which for the sake of her family and kind she may not ignore, if her physical and intellectual well-being is a matter of vital importance to her family-no!

Our enemies themselves being judges, American mothers are the most devoted in the world. Our friends—and ourselves-reluctantly agree that it is not altogether the fault of the climate that our women break down prematurely in looks and strength. It seems ungracious to call that devotion short-sighted that gave baby a doting thrall for the first years of his existence, and entail upon the man the burden of an infirm woman who outlived her usefulness just when the lad most needed the counsel and incentive no hireling can give. .

As matters now stand, our nursery-maids are drawn from a class whose alternations of hurtful in. dulgence and brutal severity in the government of their own offspring are only surpassed by their ignorance of hygienic principles. Let your initial effort with such be to create in her a conscience. It is very unlikely that lectures on nursery dietetics, ventilation, infusoria and fixed hours will leaven the soggy dough of her mind. Therefore impress yourself, ingeniously and with might. Possess her with the idea that you are the ruling spirit of the establishment, and that your will is absolute in the nursery. Issue clear and distinct directions, then see, not ask, if they are obeyed. It is practicable to do this without incurring the odium of spying. The mother's is the right to visit the nursery at all hours, to take the child in her arms whenever the mood seizes her; now and then to bathe and dress him herself or to prepare his food; to inspect drawers and closets when she will, even during “ the competent's” reign.

That Tyrian maids with flower and song

Danced through the hill-grove's spaces, And hoary-bearded Druids found

In woods their holy places ?

With somewhat of that Pagan awe

With Christian reverence blending, We saw our pine-tree's mighty arms

About our heads extending,

We heard his needles' mystic rune,

Now rising, and now dying, As erst Dodona's priestess heard

The oak leaves prophesying.

Was it the half-unconscious moan

Of one apart and mateless, The weariness of unshared power,

The loneliness of greatness ?

O dawns and sunsets, lend to him

Your beauty and your wonder, Blithe sparrow, sing thy Summer song

His solemn shadow under!

Play lightly on his slender keys,

O wind of Summer, waking For hills like these, the sound of seas

On far-off beaches breaking !

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The lord of the garden saw it,

And he said, when the leaves were sere : “Cut down this tree so worthless,

And plant another here. My garden is not for beauty

Alone, but for fruit as well, And no barren tree must cumber

The place in which I dwell.”


The gardener heard in sorrow,

For he loved the barren tree As we love some things about us

That are only fair to see. Leave it one season longer

Only one more, I pray,” He pleaded : but the master

Was firm, and answered, “Nay,"

Then the gardener dug about it,

And cut the roots apart,
And the fear of the fate before it

Struck home to the poor tree's heart. Faithful and true to his master,

Yet loving the tree so well, The gardener toiled in sorrow

Till the stormy evening fell.


John Bach McMaster. Vol. II. New York: D.
Appleton & Co.
E believe very few will find any tedious or un-

interesting page in this History of the People of the United States, from the Revolution to the Civil War, by Professor McMaster.

He gives us a continuous panorama of the hundred years during which our new Republic was in its formative stage, and paints the portraits of many leading citizens who were the representative men of their age. He gives us a series of views of the lives lived by the people, of the coarse laws now refined away, by which they were governed, of the resolute struggle between the aristocratic and the democratic elements, of the sentiments expressed by leading men in regard to the signs of the times, of the persistent abuse of the benefactors and devoted servants of the people; and interweaves with all this the general history of the progress of events.

The sources of this collection of rather irregular history were the newspapers and pamphlets, and the books of travels of the times, and the Journals of Congress, and other archives of the Federal Government.

Those who read this work will be discouraged from evermore affirming that the former days were better than these. Many will be grieved with the severe strictures on statesmen and patriots, long venerated by the American people, and must regret the revival of old slanders of these great men which were long ago discredited and almost forgotten.

“To-morrow," he said, “I will finish

The task that I have begun." But the morrow was wild with tempest.

And the work remained undone. And through all the long, bleak winter

There stood the desolate tree, With the cold, white snow about it,

A sorrowful thing to see.

At last, the sweet spring weather

Made glad the hearts of men, And the trees in the lord's fair garden

Put forth their leaves again. "I will finish my task to-morrow,"

The busy gardener said, And thought, with a thrill of sorrow,

That the beautiful tree was dead.


The lord came into his garden

At an early hour, next day, And then to the task unfinished

The gardener led the way. And lo, all white with blossoms,

Fairer than ever to see, In its promise of coming fruitage

There stood the beautiful tree'!

“It is well," said the lord of the garden.

And he and the gardener knew That out of its loss and trial

Its promise of fruitfulness grew. It is so with some lives that cumber

For a time the Lord's domain; Out of trial and mighty sorrow

There cometh a countless gain, And fruit for the Master's pleasure

Is born of loss and pain.

Rocks. By Angelo Heilprin, [Professor in the
Academy of Natural Sciences.]

Professor Heilprin here presents us with a modest volume giving a record of the knowledge gained by him along the highways and among the byways of our city. The writer is widely known among us as a competent lecturer on Invertebrate Paleontology, and an accomplished teacher. We are glad he has published these studies, believing they are admirably calculated to stimulate scientific observation and to direct it to practical ends. Indeed, we venture to say, that taking this convenient manual as a guide an intelligent student in Philadelphia may study practical paleontology effectively close by home, and read the manuscript of God as written upon fragmentary rock conveniently accessible to our highways and byways.

In the words of the author, we can acknowledge that there is a wonderful history revealed to us by the gravels, clays and cobble stones of Philadelphia, a history which cannot fail to sharpen the edge of the most dormant intellect: “The traveler to the city who sees the gravels swiftly fleeting before the windows of his railway carriage ; who laments the singularly unpretentious appearance of the outlying brick clays; and who ruthlessly treads the much, and justly, dispised cobble stones of our thoroughfares,


He who with good gifts most is blest,
Or stands for God above the rest,
Let him so think,—"To serve the dear,
The lowlier children, I am here."



little thinks what history these common-place ob- places, has devoloped a very active interest, espejects unfold. They stand as monuments of a histo- cially amongst young Friends. The first meeting is ry far more wonderful than any written in book, and appointed for the present week, to be held on the will continue to so stand probably long after man 30th inst., at the home of Anna B. White. By the will himself have disappeared from the earth.”

advice of Professor Appleton, of Swarthmore, it has

been decided to take up Milton's “ Paradise Lost," to FRIENDS' CALENDAR.

read books I. and II. There are two editions of the A neat card, after the fashion of the many pretty work, suitable for readers,--one having notes by Homcalendars which have given us savory-clippings er B. Sprague, (Boston: Ginn & Co.), and the other from poets or sages for every day in the year, comes

with notes by E. F. Willoughby, (New York : Clark & to us for notice. We have here a leaflet for every day in Maynard.) It is proposed to read 200 lines a week, the year and each leaflet has a sentiment from the

and as the two books contain about 1800 lines, this will wise and pious men and women to whom we owe the

consume between two and three months, after which literature of Quakerism. We fear, at first, that we

some other suitable work will be taken up. shall find only an iteration and reiteration of a few

The design is to make it einphatically a Society of stock phrases. But instead, we find not cant, but

Mutual Help. Friends and their friends are invited grave, sincere, broad sentiment, on a vast number of

to join. At least fifty will probably be in the comsubjects; and to every one of these selections we

pany from the outset. During the winter it is exgive a cordial welcome, as well worthy of being ac

pected that Prof. Appleton will deliver three lectures corded a place in this Quaker Anthology.

before the Circle. By all means let us find a snug corner at the fireside for the Friends' Calendar for 1886, to the end that many a choice aphorism may pass in review be

NEW ENGLAND FLOWERS. fore us, and find place in the minds of the rising gen

VERYWHERE along this part of the road the eration as well as in the generation now hastening to

golden-rod was in bravest array, and indeed the rest.

land was strongly yellow, what with some late dan

delions, the hawk-weed in the hedges, the primroses, SUNDAY READING FOR THIE YOUNG.

and on all sides the golden-rod and the triumphant From E. and J. B. Young & Co., of New York,

sun-flower. There were only the usual variations, comes this quarto picture and story book, with 250

the break in the fields, the change from tall sheaves illustrations. It is attractive reading of a moral or

of corn now bound together, and showing places for instructive character and would be good enough to

the activity of little mice, to level pasture; from closeread on any day in the week. But if we had made

ly verdant banks to straggling fences, where, happily, it we would have left out the warlike pictures as cal

however, the clematis gave a touch ofgrace and sweetculated to stimulate a love for military display too

Traveler's-joy," I have heard it called, and much for the young mind. We commend the last

the name seemed appropriate when the delicate tufts story in the book,—“Ezra Collins."

S. R.

greeted our eyes in some otherwise monotonous line

of fence or pathway; and it was on this road, just beSWARTHMORE.

fore entering the woodland, that we met thick clusPRESIDENT Magill lectured in Wilmington, Del., on ters of the evening primrose, and remembered that the 23d inst., and in Baltimore on the 28th, on “ The it was long ago sent to England from America. How Advantages of a Collegiate Education."

well worth half an hour it is to watch this flower There has been an encouraging response to the

when it is beginning to open to its evening life! The

divisions of the calyx gradually unfold, the flower invitation to aid the fund for the construction and

shows tenderly, and sometimes the final laying back equipment of the Observatory, and about $500 more will complete the amount asked for. It is very much

of the petals is accompanied by a little soft, vibrating desired to obtain this soon.

sound—the laugh of welcome as the blossom gayly

looks you in the face. The clover was very thick and Special lectures, by persons outside of the College

very rich in color all along here, which is not always faculty, will form an important feature of the present the case in the New England September, and we year's work. This week, on Third-day evening, Wil- looked to see if it belied its name of“ husbandman's liam Blaikie, of New York City, delivered a lecture

barometer." If rain were coming, we knew there on "Sound Bodies for All.” This evening, Aaron M.

would be a drawing together of the leaflets; but every Powell, of New York, is to deliver his lecture on

“leaf of three" we saw lay open, happily, and, moreWendell Phillips.” Prof. R. E. Thompson, one of

over, there were no signs of rain in the pipe of the the Faculty of the University of Pennsylvania, will

robin which greeted us. There was plenty of looseprobably deliver two lectures during the winter, on

strife along this bank, and some impatience and wild topics in Political Economy.

parsley, fairly luxuriating with its delicate green and

white flowers almost in the roadway, and there were THE SWARTHMORE CIRCLE.

some vines of briony, carefully following out their THE organization of a company for reading and liter- law, and twined from left to right, as instinctively doary study, at West Chester, under the name of “The ing Nature's bidding as the poppy in the corn field, Swarthmore Circle," and with the design of encour- which hangs its head when the rain or damp may aging the formation of similar companies in other chill it, and springs up again to greet the needed



warmth of the sun. But of all the blooming spots be- inert and lifeless. Lesson after lesson is, perhaps, fore we plunged into the woods again, the most per- stored in his memory, but he discovers no relation fect was where a tiny brook flowed to the right, and between them, still less any relation that they may into which we forded, that our horse might be re- bring to his present or future life. Bye and bye, freshed. At the first glanceit seemed almost as though when instruction ceases to flow from the lips of his some one-long ago, perhaps—had made a garden teacher, his knowledge will also cease to grow, for it there, for on either side, in warm reds and yellows has no vitality in itself. The other seizes what is ofand intensest purple, the wild flowers grew together. fered, not only for what it is, but for what it will lead The cardinal was especially fine, and speedwell, chic- to. Fresh difficulties incite his enthusiasm and ory, thorough wort, clover, and primroses were assem- strengthen his powers. Each new study prepares him bled—a bold and happy little band, narcissus-like re- for the next; all that he learns is brought into workflecting their glories in the stream.-LUCY C. LILLIE, ing operation, and made to fulfil purposes beyond itin Harper's Magazine.

self; his whole life is being quickened and his pow

ers strengthened, and, although much of what he From The Philadelphia Ledger.

learns may be forgotten, it is not lost, but only passed

into more useful and living forms. HOW TO ACCUMULATE.

So in all the experiences we pass through. To some WHERE are two kinds of accumulation, very diff

they are like beads upon a string, and when the thread erent in their nature and results. The one con

of life is cut, they simply roll away out of sight and sists of storing up, laying away and adding to things, out of mind. A new business here, a new friendship which, whether alike or different, bear no vital rela

there; here a lucky accident, there a disastrous failtion to each other; the other consists in such a use of

ure; here a birth and rejoicing, there a death and them as shall reveal their true meaning, and accumu- mourning; and as the mind recalls them it finds no late their value rather than theinselves by constantly special meaning to them, and no connection between moving them into changing and improving forms. We them, except that of time or place. Another person see these two processes in continual operation, mark- comes out of each one fuller, stronger, wiser than being out a broad distinction of character and an equally fore. A serious illness has led him to study thelaws broad divergence of results.

of his physical nature, and taught him how to secure One man, for example, is bent on accumulating health for himself, his family, and those whoin he money. He works hard and perseveringly, and grad- may influence. A disaster in business is sifted to the ually reaps the success he craves. His hundreds come bottom, and new light is thrown on future plans. A to be thousands, and his thousands are carefully laid peril threatens or overtakes him, and he emerges away in safe repositories. His chief joy is in adding from it a braver and stronger man. His friend beto them, and whatever he is compelled to take away trays or forsakes him, and his pain teaches him a for any purpose costs him a pang. His dollars lie side stancher loyalty to those who trust him. Or a great by side, in increasing numbers, but they have no mu- happiness comes to him, and he hastens to share it tual relation to each other—they serve no common with others, or learns through it how he may bless purpose; they never lose their own identity in any- others. He is accumulating experience, not simply thing higher or nobler than themselves. When he to count it over and recall its pleasure or its pain, but dies, they will fall apart and be scattered like grains to develop out of it all, power and virtue and wisdom, of sand, when the bowl that held them is broken. by which his own life and the lives of all who apAnother man accumulates money in a different way. proach him may be improved. He regards it as a means, not an end, as an instru- People often boast of their long and varied expement wherewith to build up many things, especially rience, and claim, on account of it, the deference and happiness. He puts it into a bright and happy home, acquiescence of all who are younger. The test of any into the education of his children and the enlighten- such claim must be not what they have been through, ment of the community, into health and welfare, in- but what they have developed from it. Has the retelligence and moral advancement, in whatever of sult been a fuller, nobler, richer life? is the inind their conditions appears to him as the most impor- clearer and stronger ? is the character firm and estabtant. Thus his money is continually being worked lished ? is the heart pure, true and sympathizing ? If over into higher forms than itself; it no longer sim- so, they have accumulated experience in the right ply exists as dead matter, but is transformed into a way, and are worthy of all respect. But the mere vital force, penetrating and uplifting the lives of men passing through different phases of life, however exand women. The difference is like that between two citing or numerous they may be the mere suffering men who shall accumulate large quantities of build- or enjoyment caused by various events, however ining material—bricks, wood and iron--one of whom tense they may be-does not constitute such a claim. should simply store them in vast repositories all All accumulation, then, whether of money or through his life, while the other builds them into no- knowledge or experience, may thus be tested. If it ble structures and comfortable dwellings, which in is simply saved, hoarded and counted for itself, it is their turn will develop fuller and happier human life. of little worth; but if it continually develops into

Money, however, is not the only thing that can be something higher and nobler, if it be willing to lose accumulated in these different ways. Two students itself if need be in what it is able to bring forth, if it sit side by side in the class-room day by day. Both be the source of power, character, happiness and life, are gaining knowledge, but in the mind of one it lies it is honorable and valuable.

From the Atlantic Monthly.


now opening with such splendid promise, under his own control, with his familiar freed workmen, than to surrender them to foreign capitalists and foreign laborers ?



Two significant facts appear to me to offer sugges

every southern state for skilled

, laborMachinists THE mocking-bird's emotions were so intense and

tions worth consideration on this subject :The first is the universal increasing demand in


HE , shoemakers

so originally displayed that he was a constant plumbers, mill-bands,-every kind of craftsmen, in source of interest. A hand-glass lying face up gave short, who can efficiently aid in the countless new in- opportunity for an amusing exhibition one day. dustries which are struggling into existence in the Leaning over it, he puffed out every feather, opened South. So great and pressing is the need for them his mouth, and tried the glass with his beak at every that most strenuous efforts are being made to induce point. Meeting no satisfaction, he turned to leave it, European emigrants to come to this new-old field, in- but first peeped slyly over the edge to see if the stead of to the Northern ports,-to enter by New Or- stranger were still there, no doubt unable to get over leans, and remain a few months before going West, if his surprise at seeing a bird in that position and ready West they will go.

to meet his bill at every point. The same glass standThe second fact was the negro exhibit at the New ing up brought out a different demonstration. He Orleans exhibition. It was significant and pathetic, stood in front of it and swelled himself out, while because it showed what the free colored men wished the feathers of the shoulders and breast were erected. to do, but never had been taught to do. Their Then he opened his mouth wide and attacked the schools and colleges made creditable displays of their reflection, but was astonished to meet the glass. He intellectual progress. But the work of their hands touched the bill of his double with his own, and was almost invariably the work of willing but un- moved all the way to the bottom of the glass, not trained hands. There were attempts at every kind taking it away, but apparently trying to seize the one of handicraft, from shoes and rolling-pins to a steam- which opposed his. He lowered his head as though engine cleverly made by a negro, who assuredly did to take hold of the enemy's foot, then pulled himself not understand mechanics, as he could neither read

up as straight as a soldier, wings and tail constantly nor write. Shoes, machines, tubs, even pictures, jerking with excitement. After indulging for some were, as a rule, proudly labeled as the work of a man

time in these proceedings, he dodged around behind or woman who never had been taught to make them. the glass, plainly expecting to pounce upon his oppoThe whole exhibit was pitable as a display of wasted nent, and surprised not to do so. Several times he cleverness. In suggestive contrast was the work

drew himself up, swelled out his breast, and blustered from the Hampton Industrial School, and some real- before the glass. Once he flew up with the reflection ly admirable specimens of saddlery and engraved in the manner of a quarrelsome cock, and upon reachglass made by colored men in Philadelphia who had ing the top of the glass naturally went over and " learned how."

landed behind, without an enemy in sight. Upon General S. C. Armstrong, who has had seventeen

this he stared a moment, as if dazed, then shook himyears of experience in teaching the Industrial School

self out, and flew away in evident disgust. for negroes at Hampton writes, “ There is now a large The deliberate, leisurely dressing of plumage with class of negro mechanics in the South, carpenters, which many birds pass away the dull hours is an ocblacksmiths, and bricklayers. The proof of the ca

cupation in which the mocking-bird never had time pacity of the negro for skilled labor is, I think, ample. to indulge. He was a bird of affairs; he had too I fully believe in it. The great difficulty is their lack much on his mind for loitering. A few sudden, thorof opportunity to learn. They have less chance to

ough shakes, a rapid snatching of the wing and tail learn now than in the days of slavery, which, in a

feathers through the beak, or, after a bath, a violent crude way, was a great industrial school. I have seen

beating the air with both wings while holding tightly so much evidence here of the negro's desire to learn

to the perch with his feet, sufficed for his toilet. Nottrades, and have had such satisfactory experience of withstanding his apparent carelessness, his plumage the race as mechanics, that I consider its success a

was soft and exquisite in texture, and when wet the question of opportunity only."

downy breast feathers matted together and hung in There are several colleges and universities in the locks, like hair. Through a common magnifyingSouth for the freedmen which profess to rank with

glass each tiny barbule was seen to be ringed with those for the whites, but I know of no other industri

gray and silvery white, so finely that the rings could al school than that at Hampton.

hardly be seen. No practical visitor to the South can help ques

OLIVE THORNE MILLER in Atlantic Monthly. tioning whether the great mass of negroes and mulattos do not, in this crisis of their history, need The Quaker element that has been diffused among training in handicrafts rather than in Latin and met- us has done much for society, and had an ennobling aphysics ; and whether, too, granting that the negro and purifying influence on the American people.and mulatto have the mechanical ability to receive H. W. Longfellow. this training, it will not be more to the interest of the Southern white man to keep the new industries, God helps him who helps himself.

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