Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1864-12-20


will, in warm narrow kitchen, only nsteac
Of her liver il is her life which she herself make
up into pies but the pastry which you find &c
delicious, seems to me disease The ancient
buried in urns tho ashes Of their bodies We
deposit in urns the ashes Of our souls, and pass
them around at the tea table.
WIVES THAT ARE srEANGERs.
Husbands do not talk with their wives II a
noighbor Is married. they tell OF il. If a battle
is fought, or village burnt down, they commu-
nicate the fact but for any interchange Of
thought or sentiment or emotion, for any CON
versatlou that is lnyl goratlng, inspiring, that
causes thrill or leaves o glow, how often does
such thing occur between husband and wife !
What intellectual meetngis Ihere,-what shock
Oi electrcties' When definite domestic ques-
tion is to be decided, the wies Judgment may
be sought, and that is better than a solitary
stumbling On, regardless Of her views or feel.
ngs but this sort OF bread-and. butter discus
sion Of ways and means, ID not the gentle, ami
mated play Of conversation, not that pleasant
sparkle which eniyens the hours, that trustiul
conference which le hte1s the heart, that WELD
ing OF weapons which streng gthens the arm, that
sweet, instructive, hafunyelng which increas-
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neIpressibe tenderness Yet there is nobody
in the world with whom it is SO important for
man to be intimately scqualntedas his own wife,
while such intimate acquaintance is tho excep.
tion rather than the rule. Every one sees them
going on each in his own path, each with his
own iuner world OF opinions Snd hopes and
memories, one in name, mlserably twozn all
else. Men often have too much confidence in
their measuring-lines They fancy they have
iathomcd a souls depths when they have but
sounded its shadows. They tAink they have
circumnayigated the globe when they have only
padded In a cove They trim their sals for
other seas, leaving the pric less gems of their
own undiscovered. To many man no voyage
Of exploration would bring such rich returns
as perseyerng AMI ailectonate search into the
resources Of the heart which he calls his own.
Many and many a man would be amazed at
learning that IN the tame, household drudge,
in the meek timId, spologetic recipient oil his
caprices in the worn and fretful invalid. 10 the
common-pl place, insipid, domestic weakling, he
sc0rns an angel unaHares. Many wife is
wearied and neglected into moral shsbbiness,
who, rightly cDtreated would have walked sis
ter and vile Of the gods. Human nature, in
certain directions, Is as infinite as the Divine ma
tlre, and when a man tufns away from his wife,
under th3 impression tina. he has exhausted her
capabilities, and mus. seek elsewhere the sym
pathy and companionship be Graves, or 20 with.
out it altogether, let him reflect that the chances
are at least even that he has but exhausted him
self, and that the soil which seems to him iallow,
might, in other hands or with wiser culture,
yield most plentiful hartets.
HYsNs or raa ACES. Third Series. Boston
Ticknor and Fields.
The previous sere, Of these Hymns have
become 50 familiar, and SO much valued, by eve
ry one who has seen them, that this volume will
need no introduction to the public, bu. will at
once be eagerly welcomed by every lover Of the
sacred poetry Of the age. The compilers say, in
their preface d" The private common place book
which found its way into print some years ago.
and to which, for certain favor Of antiquity
in its contents, We gave ne title Of Hymns Of
the Ages, is swelling to an anthology.
In editing our frs. sIlss We hardly knew
from what a.perennial STRAIN We had dipped,
and to what an indulgen public the draughi
was offered. More careful research has sur
prsed and bewldered us with our riches. We
have not room to-day for half the material which
lies before US in manuscript.
" he Ages all resound with sacred song the
elders having every one of them harps, and
golden ylals full Of odors, which are the prayers
ofsAints and for this youngest age, with it,
'aichi1g, OF G)I,' who &, dull that he
would not turn from oil traditions of the elders
rather than lose ITS ring, none surer to reach the
Throne.
The present differs from previous series in the
longer space accorded to hymns q" ln limo Of
War; and " For Old Age" Hymns by Watts,
Wesley, Cowper and others, which had been re.
jecled heretofore are included in this collection.
Many Of the mystical and tender songs of Mad.
anne Guyon, and some old Latin hymns, filtered
through German and English trauslatons, and
sinking as deeply into the heart to-day as if
they had only now reached native ground, are
also given.
We lhall not know where to stop, il We be
gin to copy these hymns, and yet we cannot
withhold from our readers some of the exquisite
songs which fll the pages of this delightful col.
lection. We begin with one by Rev. S. Long.
fellow.
Out OF the dark the circirg sphere
/ Ia rounded onward to the light
We see not yet the full day here
But we do see the palipg night;
And Hope, that lights her iadelesa fires,
And Faith, that shlnes, heavenly will,
An Love, that courage re-inspires-
These stars have been above us still.
o Sentinel whose read we heard
Through long hours when we could not see,
Pause now exchange with cheer the word,
The unchanging watchword rd-Liberty,
Look backward, how much has been won
Look round, how much is yet to win
The watches Oi the night are done
The watches OF the day begin.
o Thou, whose mighty patience holds
The day and night alike in view,
Thy will our dearest hopes enlOld,
. keep us steadiast, patient, true.
And what song, even in this war time, can Se
better sing 30 celebrate the coming Of the blessed
King OF Peace, than this BY Rev. +, II Sears /:
CHRISTMAS.
|, came upon the midnight clear,
That glorious song OF old
From angels bending near the earth
To touch their harps of gold
Peace to the earth, goodwill to men"
From Heavens all.graeous King
The world in toemn stiffness lay,
To hear the angels sing.