--- cultivate correct taste without fostering sinful pride,— to give a child a respectable appearance without undue expense, will require all the taste and judgment and firmness a parent can command. As childhood passes into youth, and youth approaches maturity, the necessity for parental oversight, discretion, and firmness, increases. There are three errors, in matters of dress, into which the young are inclined to run. The first, most common and most pernicious, is extravagance, especially in ornaments. And here we may as well say as not, we think everything put on for mere ornament, extravagance. Young ladies are particularly inclined to this error; with many of them it is a perfect mania. If unrestrained, they would hang around themselves such a profusion of rings, pins, clasps, drops, chains, bracelets, buttons, bows, ribbons and laces, as to hide their real beauty, and make them but little more than walking show-cases for the jeweller, the milliner, and the mantua-maker, just as if anything hung on to it can beautify the human form and face divine. Sooner paint the rainbow, and re-gild the sun! The opposite of this is that negligence of personal appearance which marks the sloven. There is still another class, who choose gaudy, or odd patterns, and uncouth forms; evidently seeking a low and doubtful notoriety, and displaying much more vanity than taste. All these tendencies require a careful correction. The formation of a delicate and correct taste in dress is of very great importance to the young, and intimately connected with their success in future life. LIVE FOR OTHERS. LIVES of great men all remind us CHARITY. BY REV. WM. M. THAYER. CHARITY is QUEEN of the Christian graces. To lift her robes from the world's foul dust, as She walks the streets of life. Though richly clad In garments wrought in heaven, she deigns to tread The meanest lanes of life, and oft descends To human habitations, dark and cold, Where Hunger's haggard victims mix in crowds, She loves to fling her spotless robes around Misfortune's stricken sons E'en helpless age is captivated now, And burns to share one sweet embrace, the last; To nestle in her bosom, and draw the "milk Of human kindness" from her fruitful breasts. Without her aid no blest asylum stands And more; Without this QUEEN of Graces to herald HINTS TO PARENTS. BY MARY GRACE HALPING. WHEN the tender mind of the child begins to expand, and its inquiring disposition begins to manifest itself, check it at once; it will save you a great deal of trouble. Beside, he might ask questions which you would find it difficult to answer. Should he, in doing anything, commit any childish mistake, or error, laugh at him; it will inspire him with confidence, and induce him to try again. Should you refuse him anything, after a proper amount of crying and teasing on his part, make it your invariable practice to yield, as this will cultivate in him a spirit of perseverance, and a firmness of character, which will be of great service to him in after-life. Should he inadvertently break anything, or should you surprise him in any unconscious mischief, immediately pounce on him, cuff and shake him severely, exclaiming, as you do so, "I never saw such a child; he's the plague of my life; always in mischief," and so forth. But, if he wilfully transgresses some trifling command, pass it over in silence. This course will not fail to impress him with a high respect for your authority, and enable him to form correct ideas of right and wrong. If you wish to enforce some particular command, repeat it several times, threatening, if he disobeys you, "to take his head off," "to whip him within an inch of his life," or some such sort of a thing. Your failing to execute these threats will lead him to appreciate the tenderness of your heart, and the sincerity of your love for him; beside giving him a high opinion of truth, and the consistency of your character. Should you send him to school, be very careful to inform him that "you do it merely to get him out of the way; that you don't expect him to learn anything," and so forth. This will serve to encourage him, and will be likely to incite in him a laudable ambition to distinguish himself in his studies. Don't strive to make home agreeable; for, if you do, he may stay there too much, which would be a source of trouble and annoyance to you. Should he commit some trifling peccadilloes, such as stoning his neighbor's dogs, drowning his cats, breaking his windows, and so forth, don't treat him with much severity, "lest you discourage him," and break down his noble spirit. Don't bring him up to any useful employment, but let him lounge about the streets; as this will tend not only to refine his manners and cultivate his moral principles, but to make a man of him. Don't, on any account, allow him any spending-money; for as boys will have money some way, throwing him on his own resources will serve to sharpen his wits, and enlarge his understanding. If, after following these directions, your son fails to become a useful member of society, and a support and comfort to your declining years, why it won't be your fault, of course not! RICHES. THE way to make thy son rich is to fill His mind with rest, before his trunk with riches GEORGE HERBERT. IS IT WELL? ORIGINAL. "Is it well with thee? Is it well with the child?" And she answered, "It is well." A MOTHER is bending the Holy Book o'er, Her child's merry laughter she heareth no more, Her boy! O, how cold is the marble-like brow! "Is it well with thee," mother? Thy heart is opprest, Whose music hath oftentimes lulled him to rest, The cradle is vacant; thy cherub hath flown, Hath passed with the Spring's fragrant breath; "Is it well with the child?" No mother's fond arm Encircles the pale sleeper now! No mother's sweet voice can relieve the dread calm That rests on the innocent brow! "Is it well with the child?" The flush to his cold cheek, Who, the light to his eyes, can bring? "Is it well with the child?" All unconscious he lies, A chilled, withered snow-drop of Spring! The mother is bending the holy book o'er, She is learning its lessons of joy; Her child's merry laughter she heareth no more, Yet she feels it is well with her boy; For she knows that her Saviour of infants hath said, "Suffer children to come unto me," And her child, if but owned by the Saviour, though dead, Over Death the glad victor shall be. In a beautiful home, where shall be no more pain, She is looking to find her lost treasure again, Thus sorrow shall fit her for pleasures divine, And now she can answer, "The sweet hope is mine, That 't is well with me,-well with my boy!", ENNA. |