The New era. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1865-1871, 1866-10-25

external uncOmllneSS; SO1tenS, lfradIateS
and glorifies it. That which to others
seems commonplace and unworthy of
note, is to him, in the words of Spen-
GER:
"a sweet, attractive kind OF grace,
A full assurance given by looks,
Continual comforts in face,
The lineament of gospel books"
Handsome is that handsome does
hold up your heads, girls ~ was the
language of Primrose in the play, when
addressing her daughters. The worthy
matron was right. Would that all my
female readers who are sorroWing fool
ishly, because they are not in all respects
like Dubufe's Eve, or that statue of
Venus (Which enchants the world"
could be persuaded to listen to her,
What is good looking, as Horace Smith
remarks, but looking good? Be good,
be womanly, be gentle-generous in
your sympathies, heedful of the we'll
being of all around you-and my word
for it, you will not lack kind words or
admiration. Loving and pleasant as
sociations will gather around you.-
Never mind the ugly reflection which
your glass may give. That mirror has
no heart. But quite another picture is
yours, on the retina of human sympathy.
There the beauty of holiness, of purity,
of that inward grace (which passeth
show" rests over it, softening and mel
lowing it's features, just as the full, calm
moonlight melts those OF a rough land
scape into harmonious loneliness. "Hold
up your hearts, girls!" Il repeat Prim-
rose); why should you not :-every
mothers daughter of you can be beau
f,,1 in N
atmosphere of moral and intellectual
beauty, through which your otherwise
plain faces will look forth like those of
angels. Beautiful to Ledyard, stiffening
in the cold of a northern winter, teemed
the diminutive, smoke-stained women
of Lapland, who wrapped him in furs,
ministered to his necessities with kind
ness and gentle words of compassion.
Lovely to the home-sick heart of Park
seemed the dark maids of Sego, as they
sung their low and simple songs of well
come beside his bed, and sought to COM
fort the white stranger, who had "no
mother to bring him milk, and no wife
to grind his corn" O! talk as we may
talk of beauty as thing to be chiseled
from marble, or wrought out on canvas
speculate as we may upon its cOlOrs
and outlines, what is it but an intel
lectual abstraction after all? The heart
feels a beauty of another kind--lOOking
through the outward environment, it
discovers deeper and more real lowell
ness.-JOLn c. Whittier.
Every human being has some handle
by which he may be lifted, some groove
in which he was meant to run; and the
great work Of life, so far as our relations
with each other are concerned, is to lift
each one by his own proper handle, and
run each one in his own proper groove.
There are great many laughable
things happen upon old earth, but she
always keeps her gravity.
A witty printer, who quit the business,
studied physic, and became physician,
gave his reason for so doing that in
printing all the faults are exposed to
the eye; but in physic they are buried
with the patient.
"Do you enjoy going to church now?"
asked a lady of Mrs. Partington. "Noth-
ing does me so much good as to get up
early on Sunday morning and go to
church, and hear Il populous minister
dispense with the Gospel"
Butter and lard should not be kept in
the same apartment with kerosene, as
all fats readily absorb and retain cedars
and the fine aroma of butter may thus
be seriously injured.
+" stand upon the platform of my
party" said an Abolition speaker, get
ting on top of Il whisky barrel