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THE CITY OF THE BLESSÈD.

The City of the Blessed is marvellously fair,
And peace and utter happiness are never-ending there.
The houses are of marble, the roofs of gold so fine,
And down their silver channels bubble brooks of ruby

wine. The streets that shine so white, are all bestrewn with

flowers, And endless peals of wedding-bells ring out from all the

towers. The pinnacles, as green as May, gleam in the morning

light, Beset with fickering butterflies, with rose-wreaths

decked and dight. Twelve milk-white swans fly round them in mazy circles

wide, And preen themselves, and ruffle up their plumage in

their pride ; They soar aloft so bravely through the shining heavenly

air, With fragrance all a-quiver and with golden trumpet

blare; In circle-sweeps majestical for ever they are ringing, And the pulsing of their pinions is like harp-strings

softly ringing They look abroad o'er Sion, on garden and on sea, And green and filmy streamers behind them flutter

freeAnd underneath them wander, throughout the heavenly

land, The people in their feast array, forever hand in hand; And then into the wide, wide sea filled with the red, red

wine, Behold! they plunge their bodies with glory all a-shine, They plunge their shining bodies into the gleaming sea, Till in the deep clear purple they're swallowed utterly ; And when again they leap aloft rejoicing from the Their sins have all been washed away in Jesus' blessed blood.

-From Hannele.

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HAVEN, ALICE (EMILY BRADLEY), an American juvenile writer, born at Hudson, N. Y., September 13, 1828; died at Mamaroneck, N. Y., August 23, 1863. Her father died on her third birthday, and she was adopted by an uncle, but returned to her home after her mother's second marriage. A disease of the eyes which threatened to result in total blindness interfered with her early studies, but her vigorous mind overcame what might have been a serious obstacle to improvement. She was educated at a girls' school in New Hampshire. While very young she began to contribute to newspapers and magazines. A story, The First Declaration, published by her under the signature of Alice G. Lee, in the Saturday Gazette of Philadelphia, led to her acquaintance with the editor, Joseph C. Neal, and to her marriage with him in 1846. At his request she dropped her own name, Emily, and assumed that of Alice, which she always retained. After her husband's death in 1847, she assumed charge of the Gazette, which she conducted successfully for several years, editing the Children's Department under the name of “Cousin Alice." In 1853 she married Mr. Samuel G. Haven. In 1850 she published The Gossips of Rivertown, with Sketches in Prose and Verse, and a book for children entitled No Such Word as Fail, one of a series of tales which made her name a household word among the young. She had previously published Helen Morton, a story founded on her own childish sufferings and dread of blindness. After No Such Word as Fail she wrote Out of Debt Out of Danger, Contentment better than Wealth, Nothing Venture Nothing Have, A Place for Everything, Patient Waiting no Loss, All's Not Gold that Glitters, Where there's a Will there's a Way, The Coopers and other stories. Portions of her Diary were published in 1865, under the title of Cousin Alice : A Memoir of Alice B. Haven.

THE BEGINNING OF A SLANDER.

But to return to Mrs. Harden's parlor, which was so unceremoniously deserted. Mrs. Utley is by this time quite at home there-Bobby's mother is nicely warmed, and Bobby himself has gone tranquilly to sleep. Misses Susan and Sarah Ann are charitably furnishing employment for the man who tunes Miss Harriet's piano. Henry Utley is devoted to the kitten, and his baby brother sits on his mother's lap, resisting all Miss Harriet's entreaties to “Come, there's a darling," with slight kicks, and the exclamations, “No, I won't - keep

— away!"

The ladies' knitting-work saw the light, and their tongues found motion, as a kind of running accompaniment to the sharp click which rose industriously above the din of the children. Mrs. Folger thought it was a very open winter, and she “shouldn't be surprised if the river broke up next week.” Mrs. Utley was afraid not; her husband had said, at dinner, that they crossed with teams in the morning ; the ice must be pretty sound yet. Harriet gave brother John's opinion that the channel would not be clear of ice before the first of April. Miss Harriet, be it observed, was one of those people who—perhaps it is that their words are often doubted-always give the best of references; Pa, Ma, or John being made responsible for in numerable bits of gossip, that would doubtless have astonished these good people had they reached their ears. Innumerable were the topics that received similar treatment—not to be hinted at—the many important secrets communicated with the preface of “Don't mention it for the world, from me!" and interrupted by exclamations of “Do tell !” “No?" and the like. At length there was silence,-comparative silence, that isfor the children were as industrious as ever. Mrs. Harden stepped out a minute to tell Hannah for the fortieth time to be careful of the china ; and as the door closed behind her, a bright face passed the windowand lo, another theme :

“If there isn't Mary Butler again !” said one of the ladies, as the three looked after her retreating form.

"That girl's always in the street!” “So John says !”

But horror for the moment suspended speech, and raised six hands simultaneously.

“Did you ever see the like?"
“She called him back, didn't she ?”
· Yes, he had got to Stone's store."

“Well, I don't wonder he looks strange- just to see her shaking her finger at him just as if she'd known him all her life, and to my certain knowledge she never saw him before Mrs. Jackson's party ; but when girls are in the street all the time, what can be expected ?" Mrs. Folger drew a long sigh, and shook her head ominously.

Here Mrs. Harden returned, and was made acquainted with the important fact-all the witnesses speaking at once—that Mary Butler was going up street (for the third time this week, and it's only Wednesday) and met Mr. Jorden just by the bank. He bowed very coldly (didn't he ?) and was going on, when Mary Butler called him back, and they stood laughing and talking for as much as five minutes before she let him go. Miss Harriet, who had known him so long-a bowing acquaintance of a year's standing-wouldn't have dreamed of doing such a thing. Her mother hoped not-no, certainly, such an impudent thing.

VOL. XII.-29

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The gentlemen came in before the wonder had fairly subsided, and the interesting intelligence was duly reported. How provoking Mr. Folger was! He could not see anything at all remarkable in the affair ; perhaps they were old friends! and Mr. Harden would insist that Mary Butler had an undoubted right to go up street as often as she chose. But men are always so queer—they never suspect! There was more going on than some people thought for; the ladies all agreed they should hear from that quarter again.

And so they did; for just as Hannah called them to tea, Harriet directed their attention to the window, with many a silent sign toward that corner of the room in which the gentlemen were discussing the projected river road; and there in the uncertain twilight of early spring, they saw-just as sure as you are reading this page-they saw Mary Butler going down street, and Mr. Jorden walking with her! Miss Harriet declared it was very hard to see why some people were so much in the street, in a manner that said as plainly as possible, that she thought it extremely lucid ; and added that she'd like to have brother John see her walking that way with Mr. Jorden,” intimating that if he did, it would be the last time she'd get out that winter !-- The Gossips of Rivertown.

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