Chromo Publishing Company, Have published an immense number of popular and brilliant 9x11 OIL CHROMOS. They are all mounted on illuminated tinted Bristol card-board, and with gill borders. We send them by mail, post-paid, to any part of the world for 10 cents each, 8 for 50 cents, 20 for $1. By express for $2.50 per 100-500 for $11, and 1000 for $20. The following list embraces our subjects at present, to which new ones are being constantly added: Birds with Nests and Eggs. Mocking Birds with Nests. Parrots with Nest. Humming Birds with Nest. The Birds Rights Meeting. Winter Scenery. Snow Scene on Boston Common. Washington Crossing the Dela Address Surrender of Cornwallis at York mouth. Entrance of the Army into New Floral Motto Crosses. I am the Way. Friendship. On Earth Peace. Floral Mottoes. The Lord is my Shepherd. Rock of Ages Cleft for Me. The Four Seasons. Calla Lily Cross. Landscape Scenery. Village Mill. Morning in the Highlands. Home, Sweet Home. Miscellaneous. The Young Continental. Gathering Wild Flowers. Temptation. Apples and Plums. Peaches and Strawberries. A Parlor Aviary-Birds. Baskets Cultivated Flowers. F. Gleason, 19 Essex Street, Boston, Mass. When a mother is taken from young children and the husband of her youth, they stand in need of comfort; and the highest comfort flows from the remembrance of her piety and virtue. If while the mourner indulges his sorrow, by reviewing the history of a life dear as his own, the Christian temper appears throughout sustained and adorned; if the days of her youth were marked by unwearied attention to parents; if the duty of every subsequent relation were studied and fulfilled; if a principle of obedience to God, cherished by devotion, pervaded her conduct; if she attended to worldly cares, but with no anxious solicitude, and welcomed comforts with not high emotion, and saw them retire, without much regret, still preferring humblest duties to the most favorite enjoyment; if no unkindness ever harbored in her breast, and no angry passion ever ruffled it, and that perfection was almost attained which offends not in word; if in every trial the power of religion prevailed; and in the last trial, while under a disease at which nature shrinks, and which baffles all the powers of medicine, she could possess her soul in patience; if the remembrance of a well spent life yielded consolation to her parting spirit; if she left to her children the efficacy of all her prayers and the memory of all her virtues, a sacred legacy; if thus, with a remembrance of a departed friend, the remembrance of exalted virtue mingles, the mourners hear as it were a voice behind them, "this is the way, walk ye in it;" a voice from on high. "come up hither." The Power of Love. laughs alike at loss of fortune, loss of friends, loss of character. The deeds and thoughts of men are to him equally indifferent. He does not mingle in their paths of callous bustle, or hold himself responsible to the airy impostures before which they bow down. He is a mariner, who, in the sea of life, keeps his gaze fixedly on a single star; and if that do not shine he lets go the rudder, and glories when his bark descends into the bottomless gulf. Hints for Wives. If your husband occasionally looks a little troubled when he comes home, do not say to him with an alarmed countenance, "What ails you, my dear?" Don't bother him; he will tell you of his own accord, if need be. Don't rattle a hailstorm of fun about his ears either be observant and quiet. Don't suppose whenever he is silent and thoughtful that you are of course the cause. Let him alone until he is inclined to talk; take up your book or your needlework (pleasantly, cheerfully, no pouting-no sullenness,) and wait until he is inclined to be sociable. Don't let him ever find a shit-button missing. A shirt-button being off a collar or wristband has frequently produced the first hurricave in marrie life. Men's shirt collars never fit exactly-see that your husband's are made as well as possible, and then, if he does fret a little about them, never mind it; men have a prescriptive right to fret about shirt collars. Dreamland. Our life is not wholly made up of the time while we are awake. Perhaps we actually live as much while we are asleep, for it is well known that we often dream over hours, and sometimes days and weeks, in a few moments. But of all that part of our existence we are very ignorant. What wonderful, interesting, or appalling adventures we pass through in the dead watches of the night, is known only in those profound recesses of the soul which lie beyond the ken of consciousness, and out of the reach of memory. We can bring away from the land of dreams but fragmentary recollections of strange adventures that probably happened to us just as we were repassing the boundary between it and the dull world of wakefulness. Yet, these are sufficient to show, that however chequered our or dinary life may be, it is quite tame and devoid of incident in comparison with that which lies beyond the curtain of sleep. A Pattern Woman. Amid the gloom and travail of existence suddenly to behold a beautiful being, and as in-tantaneously to feel an overwhelming conviction that with that fair form forever our destiny must be entwined; that there is no more joy but in her joy, no sorrow but when she grieves; that in her sigh of love. in her smile of fondness, hereafter is all bliss; to feel our flaunty ambition fade away, like a shrivelled gourd, before our vision; to feel fame a juggle, and prosperity a lie; and to be prepared at once, for this great object, to forfeit and fling away all former hopes, ties, schemes. views; to violate in her favor every duty of society; this is a lover and this is love! Magnificent, sublime, divine sentiment! An immortal flame burns in the breast of that man who adores and is adored. He is an etheral being. The accidents of earth touchbery to a yard of satin. If her husband is a skilhim not. Revolutions of empire, changes of creed, mutations of opinions, are to him but the clouds and meteors of a stormy sky. The schemes and struggles of mankind are in his thinking, but the anxieties of pigmies and the fantastical achievements of apes. Nothing can subdue him. He A good housewife should not be a person of "one idea," but should be equally familiar with the flower-garden and flour-barrel; and though her lesson should be to lessen expense, the scent of a fine rose should not be less valued than the cent in the till. She will doubtless prefer a yard of shrub ful sower of grain, she is equally a skilful sewer of garments; he keeps his hoes bright by use, she keeps the hose of the whole family in order. A thousand parties of pleasure do not leave a recollection worth that of one good action. "You seem to walk more erect than usual, my friend." "Yes, I have been straitened by circumstances." If it cost anything to go to church, people who never go now would run around like wild men for free passes. "I'll give that girl a piece of my mind," exclaimed a young fellow. "I would not, replied his uncle, "you've none to spare." An exchange says: our account of the thunder storm, last week, contained a slight error, instead of" hailstones as big as pullets," read bullets. www Brown the other day, while looking at the skeleton of a donkey, made a very natural quotation. "Ah," said he, "we are fearfully and wonderfully made." "Get ahead!" said Smith's wite to him while walking behind a party one evening. "Get a head!" repeated he; "I guess the one I have is good enough." The young lady "who wished she was a bird," changed her mind after dinner on Christmas day, when she saw how dreadfully little was left of the turkey. A teacher of vocal music asked an old lady if her grandson had any ear for music. The old woman replied, “ Wa'al, I raly don't know; won't you take the candle and see?" Found in an omnibus, by a gentleman who was seated with his back to the window, a severe cold. Anybody desirous of having the same, can have it by going to the same place, and paying the usual fare. A poor fellow protested to his girl in the hayfield that his two eyes hadn't come together all night for thinking about her. "Very likely they did not," replied the sweet plague of his life; "for I see your nose is still between them." A discarded lover recently "got the mitten." He must have felt very bad. Hear him: Fare well! dear girl, farewell! I ne'er shall love another; In peace and comfort may you dwell, "The fashionable lady is already thinking about her fall sack," says an exchange. This may be a fall-sack-usation. They say thine eyes, like sunny skies, The chief attraction form. I see no sunshine in those eyes, They take me all by storm. Cuffy said he'd rather die in a railroad smash up than a steamboat burst up, for this reason: "If you gits off and smashed up, dar you is; but if you gits blowed up on the boat, whar is you?" The following advertisement for the recovery of a red calf was actually published in a paper of Columbia county, Pa., in the summer of 1869: Lost -A Calf Ret. His two behind legs are White. He was a she calf. Everybody what catches him gibs tree Dollars. Now, s'posin' you was to be turned into an animal," said Jim, "what would you like to be, Bill?" "Oh, I'd be a lion," replied Bill, “because he's s" "Oh, no, don't be a lion, Bill," interrupted little Tom, who had some recent painful experience at school; "be a wasp, and then you can sting the schoolmaster." An old darkey was endeavoring to explain his unfortunate condition. "You see," remarked Sambo; "it was in this way, as far as I can remember; Fust my fadder died, then my mudder married'agin; and den my mudder died, den my fadder married agin; and somehow I doesn't seem to have no parents at all, nor no home, no nuffin." Sands of Gold. He that strikes with his tongue must guard with his hands. A man of sense may be in haste, but never in & hurry. We should not only be sorry for the evil we have done, but for the good we have left undone. Every time you avoid doing wrong, you increase your inclination to do that which is right. As there is no prosperous state of life without its calamities, so there is no adversity without its benefits. The gentlest effort may put a wedding-ring upon the finger; a thousand-horse-power may not suffice to pull it off. The violet grows low, and covers itself with its own leaves, and yet of all flowers yields the most delicious smell. Such is humility. Anger is the most impotent passion that influences the mind of man; it effects nothing it undertakes; and hurts the man who is possessed by it more than the object against which it is directed. |