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BY LUELLA CLARK.

of his own, but that of all ages. It is not only a In the vault with the body of Charles II are triumph of architectural grandeur, to-day unsur also resting those of William III and Mary and passed, unequaled, but will remain so forever; Queen Anne. the limits of the art were touched. Moreover, The subject is incompletely treated; but I must there are full-length statues of patriarchs, saints, leave it. Not one visit, but many are necessary martyrs, confessors, and angels, with statues and to obtain a complete realization of the sentiment statuettes, numbering, formerly, it is said, 3,000, of the place, which is at once sublime, religions, besides cherubs and animal figures, with which and poetical. History is proven before your eyes; every recess, projection, and arch seems alive. the Edwards, the Elizabet Irs, the Mary Queen of

The chapel is filled with royal tombs of sur. Scots, are by your side; there they lie, many of passing workmanship. The most gorgeous and them so embalmed as to be in excellent preser. ornate of all is that of its founder, Henry VII. vation. It seems to be a direct union of the reHe left the most minute details and large treas- mote and shadowy past with the wonderfully act. ure for its erection. His effigy and his queen's | ive present, thus to walk among these ancient lie at full length, side by side, on a slab of black tombs. My feeling, when I visited London, as I marble The likenesses are perfect.

suppose is that of nearly all, was first of all to go There are also buried here, in the nave, Ed- to Westminster Abbey. ward VI, George II, and Queen Caroline, besides several distinguished nobles. In this department formerly all the knights of the Order of the Bath TO A ROBIN SINGING IN THE RAIN. were installed with great ceremony.

In their stalls are placed brass plates of their arms, while 0, BOBIX, singing through the rain, over them hang their banners, swords, and helmets. How rapturous seems thy sweet refrain, In the north aisle is the lofty and magnificent

The tempest trying all in vain

To cheat thee of thy song! monument of Queen Elizabeth erected by James

What cheerfulness by pain unspent, I. Queen Mary, Bloody Mary, whose reign pre

What gladness born of calm content, ceded Elizabeth's, is buried near at hand. At

Unto thy strain belong! the end of the passage is a vault containing the

Bright bird, whose glad-returning wing remains of James I and his queen. In close

Is herald of the blessed Spring, proximity are the tombs reared by Charles II 'Tis meet thou should'st not only sing over the princes murdered by order of Richard Beneath unclouded skies: III, in the Tower. Charles II is also buried The usher of so much of cheer, here, and so was Cromwell in immense pomp;

'Tis well that thou should'st know no fear

When clouds and storms arise. and his tomb and effigy vied with any

for magnificence; but as is well known his sepulcher was

For not alone, when, from the west,

The light airs lull the leaves to rest, broken open by order of Charles II, and his

But when the rude winds rock thy nest, moldering remains dragged on a common hurdle

Thy happy voice is heard: to Tyburn, where they were hung till sunset, theu

When brightness brims the summer blooms, cut down, beheaded, and his head placed on a And when the meads are gray with glooms, pike on Westminster Hall, The precise place of Thou sing'st as well, rare bird. his sepulture in the chapel is not now known. Let sinking hearts, taught by thy strain, The haughty king would not suffer his father's Learn, too, to triumph over pain, destroyer to sleep in the royal mausoleum.

And, like thee singing in the rain Addison was buried in this aisle, and a marble A song of hope and cheer, slab with an appropriate inscription marks the

Bear through all dark and dreary days,

Over all rough and dangerous ways, spot. It begins:

The trust that knows no fear. “ Ne'er to these chambers where the mighty rest, Since their foundation, came a nobler guest," etc.

CHILD'S' PRAYER. The south aisle is distinguished by the tomb of Mary Queen of Scots, erected by her son,

HEAR a little child appealing, James I. Her melancholy history is well known.

Heavenly Father, to thy throne,

See me at thine altar kneeling, Her remains were brought here from their orig

Hear each supplicating tone. inal burial-place, after her execution, and now

Thou hast blessed me, heavenly Father, are placed opposite her great rival, and cruel,

And I thank thee for thy grace: relentless murderer, Elizabeth. Strange juxta When in heaven thy people gather, position!

Grant me there some humble place.

BY MARION A. BIGELOW.

A PAPER FOR THE LADIES.

BY MRS. H. C. GARDNER.

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"MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS."

In a few moments the child returns. The pattern is thrown carelessly down; that is not the point in question evidently.

"Well, child,” says the mother, “who is SIND your own business," is one of those there ?''

good old precepts, which, though often re "Old Mrs. Lupin and two other ladies, and a peated and sometimes energetically applied to little boy." our friends by way of advice, has never yet been Do n't you know who the others are ?" generally obeyed or respected. It is one of the No, the child never saw them before, and beearliest lessons given to the infant mind; not sides she wants to get back to her play. “I with a desire to prevent the growth of a disposi- would n't wake Dolly yet,” says the mother coaxtion to meddle in other people's affairs, but as a ingly. “Tell me how the ladies looked. Were defensive weapon, to prevent foreign interven- they old folks ?" tion in our own.

The spirit of benevolent in- The child considers all persons old who have quiry into the doings and interests of others attained their growth, so she answers, “Yes." would often lie dormant for years, perhaps for “What did they have on? Silk dresses, all life, were it not for the watchful care and culture shining and pretty, or such gowns as this calico of parents and friends. Many an estimable that I am making into a frock for you?" mother would indignantly deny that her children "I do n't know, mamma. Where is Dolly's had received the least home instruction in this cloak ?"' department of human knowledge, while it may "Let the doll alone till you have answered my be that her talent as a teacher has for years ex- questions. What did Mrs. Optic say to you?”' cited the wonder and admiration of her neigh “She asked if you had got a new dress." bors. The reticence in regard to ourselves, our “Well, I hope you did n't tell her.” families and private interests, that most of us “No. I told her you wanted to get a new silk, exhibit, is due to the same early teaching. And but was n't rich enough.” it is truly astonishing how early we begin to “Why, Jemima! What made you tell her show that, while we consider no barrier too great that?" to surmount in the pursuit of knowledge in re The child's face looks puzzled as if she did gard to our neighbors, the manifestation of the not see the end of all this catechising, but she same trait in them is so offensive to us that we answers,

“Because she asked me." think they had better "mind their own business." "Well,” responds the excited mother, “I do Some writer has remarked that there is a differ- wish folks would 'mind their own business.'ence between skinning and being skinned. Very “That's just what Mrs. Optic said when I told few people enjoy the latter interesting process. her you was afraid she was n't ready for com

To illustrate the manner in which the young pany." mind is often trained and its powers of observa

The mother is roused now. "You good-fortion developed, we will take Mrs. Goggle's method nothing girl!" she says angrily, “did n't you and examine it. She has just seen a carriage know any better than to tattle? If I hear of drive away from the opposite house on her street. you telling any thing out of the house again I'll

"I wonder if Mrs. Optic has got company!" is punish you." her first thought. “If she has, I guess she won't So the child has got its lesson, and though a be delighted, for she has a large ironing to do. little puzzled and mystified now, never fear but I saw her sprinkle and fold the clothes last even that in later years she will do credit to the home ing after her room was lighted. I watched her teaching. But the lady is not alone in her bestarching Optic's shirts till I was tired out I nevolent anxiety concerning her neighbors. I wonder how many he wears in a week. I do n't grieve to confess that man's ingenuity is not think they have baked since Saturday, and un. equal to eliciting the required particulars, but less she keeps cake in the house, or has pies on Mr. Goggles does not fail to ask, as he carves the hand, I do n't see how she will manage. Roxa- roast at dinner, "My dear, do you know who is lina Jemima, come here, darling. Have you visiting at Optic's ?" seen any company come to Mrs. Optic's?''

He enjoys the gossip, dear, good man, as well The child is busy with her play, but she an as any body when it has been sorted over, conswers, “No, mamma."

densed, and methodically arranged; but the idea "Well, dear, put Dolly down. She's sleepy of getting up the dish himself has never occurnow. Put on your sun-bonnet and run over and red to him. Indeed, he has been heard at the borrow Mrs. Optic's new sleeve-pattern. And see club and lyceum to inveigh stoutly against the who is there."

delicate hands and feminine skill that have

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adjusted the telescope through which he enjoys the twist of that spray of buds in the front. I his daily treat of inspecting the affairs of his suppose,” she added, laughing, “that Satan helped neighbors.

There are times, ladies, when we ignore the “One would hardly expect an inspiration from old precept from motives of kindness, though the above on such a subject, especially in Church," persons we seek to benefit never give us credit was my reply for good intentions in regard to them. Children She laughed again as she remarked that one as well as grown people view with a suspicious would hardly give his Satanic majesty credit for squint all outsiders, and no language is too strong possessing such exquisite taste. to express their opposition to all intermeddling I was a little shocked at the idea of having of spectators in their plays and quarrels. my bonnets designed down below, but I answered

A year or two since I was walking along the readily, “Well, my dear Miss Lutestring, you sidewalk in a large village in the vicinity of Bos- know that a 'friend in need is a friend indeed.' ton, when my attention was attracted by two She was angry in a moment. I was quite conchildren who were fighting. One was a boy of fused by the sudden change in her mood and perhaps three summers, the other a girl a little nearly deafened by the storm of abuse that she older. Just before I reached them the boy was poured upon me. thrown violently down, and his still unsatisfied To think, she said, of my calling her a friend enemy, like a little fury as she was, began to of the old adversary, the father of lies, to say kick and strike him till I feared she would mur- nothing of his being the devil himself. der him before any one could get to them. Of I was too bewildered to venture on any concourse I interfered, and by exerting all my nected reply, so I took refuge in propounding strength held the girl firmly till the boy could another venerable adage, “Speak well of a bridge get up. Well, the first use the child made of his that carries you safely over.” recovered liberty was to hit me a stunning blow "You 're only adding insult to injury," said in the forehead with the hardest little fist that she, not in the least mollified by proverb number ever grew, while he yelled out in a transport of

two. rage in his imperfect childish language, “You “ 'Render unto Cæsar the things that are Cæmind your own business." I thought I would. sar's,' said I, still quite confounded and strirThe little fellow's knowledge was very limited, ing to set the matter right. “Credit to whom but he knew how to apply the universal precept. credit is due, you know, my dear. “Let every

I remember another case in point. I had tub stand on its own bottom.' Do n't you under some errand in a milliner's shop. The milliner stand ?" said I, all in earnest to get off a suitable was an acquaintance of mine, and I had often apology, but still being tripped up by the wise od profited by her taste and skill, always supposing, sayings, “Do n't you see? 'Give the devil his of course, that the genius she displayed was her due.' That's all.” own. On this particular morning she hurried “There is no use in talking,” said she, as she me into the back shop to look at a hat which, in opened the door for me to walk out, “there's no its form and finish, was really a miracle of beauty use in talking to folks that do n't know enough and art. I was at a loss how to express my ad-to 'mind their own business.'” miration, for, as all ladies know, our highest There is something that often sounds a little sounding adjectives, such as magnificent, gor- uncourteous in this precept, “mind your own geous, splendid, glorious, are used nowadays to business.” It do n't fall pleasantly upon the ear. describe commonplace things. So I was mute, It grates a little. It sounds very much like an perforce, but she was satisfied with the way I invitation to shut ourselves up in a box and put looked my appreciation.

the cover on. What would become of the amen"I planned that trimming in Church yester. ities of social life if it were put in force? How day,” she said. This was in confidence, and I could I take an inventory—not of Mrs. Trimble's hope no one will mention it. “You can't think," mental endowments—but of her plate and china, she went on, "how I puzzled over it all last week. her wardrobe and jewelry, and so estimate her I thought sometimes I should go crazy. I had position in society! It seems to me that a “muthe subject on my mind night and day, and Sat- tual admiration society," for example, could urday I had nearly concluded to give it up. I hardly maintain an existence if the spirit and was quite discouraged. But yesterday, just about letter of the good old rule should be carried out. the middle of the sermon-and Dr. Wakeum Every body knows that there is but one article does preach such charming sermons 5-it came to in the constitution of a mutual admiration so me like an inspiration. I saw it all as clear as ciety. It reads thus: “You tickle me, and I 'll a sunbeam, from the bend of that marabout to

tickle you."

Now, suppose some member of the society has The tongue is too exquisite a piece of mechanbeen prevented, by sickness or other providential ism to be allowed inaction, and it has been demcauses, from receiving the amount of adulation, onstrated that the more it is used the faster and or, more properly, soft soap, to which he is enti- smoother it will run. The question is how to tled, and which he finds necessary to maintain secure this constant running power if we only his equilibrium. To secure a supply, he calls mind our own business. on some brother beloved, and gives him a gentle If we should sit down together for an evening

hint in regard to the solitary article of their and enter into a learned discussion of science . creed. The person applied to all at once re and art, or, falling lower, entertain each other

members the old adage which is our theme, and with that most tiresome and silly of all worn-out responds abruptly, "Tickle yourself! Mind your subjects, the political doings and sayings of genown business!"

tlemen of the masculine gender, we should only Do n't you see that the foundations of the ven secure weariness both of the flesh and spirit. A erable society would soon crumble away under majority of our company would be wholly indifthe application of this principle?

ferent to scientific researches, and the more oloThere is one day in the week when it should gies we introduced the deeper and more lasting be comparatively easy for every body to “mind would be the disgust experienced. their own business." The Sabbath is a day of In miscellaneous literature we could do no rest, and should be especially free from our week better, for many have no taste for books, and day gossip. I knew a lady who was quite un many more have no time to gratify such a taste happy during the week, because her neighbor's if it exists. Gentlemen have the advantage of andirons "stood so," because the stripes in cousin

us in this respect. With the pipe and the end Clara's dress did not match, and because the they neutralize the morbid activity of their plates on the dinner-table were sometimes laid a minds, and their thoughts do not effervesce and trifle too far north or south; but the Sabbath run off like the unchecked fancies of their more brought rest even to her.

delicate companions. We reverence the pipe, of Our business in Church is to worship God, and course; we bow with humility before the cudif in this respect we do not choose to “mind our and dodge its results—but I think we never fully own business," we should at least permit others appreciate either, except when the floors, and to do so. There are many persons who attend mats, and fenders, and spittoons need cleansing. Church regularly who seem to have no idea of Well, ladies, being without the power or not unany worship except self-worship. The sacred derstanding the process of sending nutriment to service is but an idle tale, and week after week the brain in a cloud of smoke, and being destipasses by without a single idea of the divine tute of the faculty of imparting instruction in truths to which they listen finding its way to showers of saliva, being by circumstances debartheir understanding. The pastor looks over his red froin conversation on science, art, and politflock as the sermon he has so laboriously prepar- | ical vacuity, what remains for us to do? Why, ed floats away on the idle breeze; he sees the ha- to “mind our own business.” bitual sleeper, who is any thing but a beauty; he This brings us to the only point we care to notes the whisper and those who mistake the prove, namely, that our neighbors' doings are in Church for a reading-room; he sees the smiles one sense a part of our business. If we wish to and careless glances that are exchanged in the procure butter, cheese, and milk for family conface of his most solemn appeals; he hears the sumption, have n't we a right to know whether flutter of leaves as the music-books in the orches. those articles are neatly prepared, or whether by tra are turned over, and sometimes he is treated using them we shall run the risk of getting more to a snatch of a familiar tune devoutly whistled than the peck of dust which has been allotted to by some lover of melody. And he thinks of each representative of the human family? If the business in hand, which is every body's busi we wish to engage a person to furnish meat for ness in truth, and in his anxiety for the good of our table, have n't we a right to ascertain whether souls he longs to see folks minding their own he has an unconquerable propensity to contract business.

for deformed and antediluvian cattle? We do n't It is amusing to notice in general society how want to patronize a grocer who sends us adulevery body's business gets a helping push from terated flour, or who obliges us to study cookery some friendly hand. Good taste and the com books till our heads and hearts ache in search mon aversion to egotism prevent the introduction of some recipe that requires a cup of straw and of our own affairs as subjects of conversation, sand instead of sugar. We do n't want to emand there are no others of general interest ex- ploy a carpenter who unintentionally arranges a cept the affairs of others.

supply of water for every room in the house

whenever there is a shower. We do n't want to that we excel them. We have an ability which take bad bills on a worse bank from any one. they do not possess of pushing our investigations We are careful in choosing a physician to ascer into the affairs of others to a happy result. A tain whether he has good principles and a con- capacity for detail seems to have been especially science before we trust our lives to his medical granted to our sex. The faculty of combination skill. I knew a doctor in Massachusetts who is ours too. What a big piece of patch-work we owed the best part of his practice to his constant can make when we try from almost inrisible attendance at Church on the Sabbath. You shreds of gossip! We fit a bit here and a trifle would not trust your children in the school of an there; we arrange the lights and shadows with infidel teacher or in the society of dissolute com artistic taste, and the work grows in our hands, panions. And so far as we have mutual intereɛts increasing in symmetry and probability till we and a common dependence on each other, so far find the ingenious fabric fit to exhibit to the there seems to be a necessity laid upon us to world. It towers like the image of Nebuchadmind each other's business. And in so doing we nezzar, and men delighted fall down and worcan scarcely be said to violate the spirit of the ship it. good old precept

A lady friend of mine, a pastor's wife down Curiosity is a trait of character common to east, resides in a parish where the female parall. I know that it has been so often asserted ishioners possess this talent in a remarkable de by the lords of creation that this trait is peculiar gree. The talent for meddling would seem to to our sex, that some few benighted souls have have been born in them, and besides keeping up come to believe it; but show me the man whose & careful supervision of near neighbors and ears do not stand up straight when any thing friends, they have this, which cometh upon them new is to be heard. Why, we all know that that daily—“the care of all the Churches.” My great satisfier of human curiosity, the newspaper, friend writes to me on this wise: “You will be was for years nearly monopolized by the men, more than ever convinced that your poor Apnie and it is more than likely now that nine out of is no ordinary woman when I tell you that it every ten ladies never get the first reading of it takes a whole parish of female overseers to keep

Show me the man who, on meeting a friend her in order. I have succeeded by strenuous from another neighborhood, does not ask as soon efforts in buying and making up a whole apron as possible, “Any thing new in your place ?" without supervision and without the fact being

I should like to see a farmer who has no cu known. You know how anxious I am to fill my riosity in regard to his neighbor's crops; who position properly, and to embrace every opportanever wonders how much Farmer Thrifty's hogs nity to let my light shine. I never forget that I will weigh; who never calculates the exact worth am the pastor's wife, and bound to be a helpmeet of neighbor Bright's meadow lot, and how much for him in every possible manner. Well, it so it would cost to drain it properly; who does n't happens that we have no regular singing in guess the amount of butter and cheese that some Church because of the illness of our only male body's cows are good for; who does n't know singer. I have not been very regularly to Church sooner than the owner if a horse is unsound or because the uncushioned seats are so very unthe sheep poisoned by laurel. I should like to comfortable, but I could not but pily my poor see a doctor, or clergyman, or lawyer, who is not husband, who was obliged to go through the encurious to know what success his professional tire service without resting a moment. So last brethren meet with, and what methods they take Sunday I took a pillow with me for a cushion, to insure success. More men than women be- and went with him, resolved—though my voice come disgusted with home and their own busi

never was called musical—to pitch the tunes and ness, and roam the wide world over in search of give him a chance to breathe. I told him of my novelty. It is not a circle of women that gath. intention, but he only laughed as if it were a ers nightly about the counter of the village store joke, and I think he was quite surprised when, to compare notes and exchange gossip. More as soon as he had read the hymn, I tuned up and men than women go to see a hanging. In the sung like a blue-jay. Old Hundred was the tone garden of Eden the poor woman was beguiled I selected, and I sung it very slowly so as to give into tasting the forbidden fruit, and no doubt all an opportunity to join. If you will believe thought she was acting for the public good; but me no one attempted to utter & sound, and I had Adam was not deceived and could bave had no to sing the whole six verses alone. It took a motive but sheer curiosity. I think we can safely great while, but my husband shortened his ser give our brothers credit for possessing as inquir- mon and omitted his other hymns, so it did n't ing minds as ourselves.

matter. Yet, in one respect, truth obliges me to confess “The next day a committee of ladies called on

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