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"Hosea to “non Hosea is Deaf—We hardly ever look over a file of exchanges, without finding some story or poem, originally written for this Magazine, copied without credit. Gem-rally. we suppose, this omission of an acknowledgment
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is unintentional: but it is to be regretted; for it deprives us
of a merited due. We try to publish the very best stories, and the fact that so many are copied is some proof that we do—is it not annoying, therefore, to find that we get credit for those very stories only about once in half a dozen times? Very frequently, the tales have been copied from English journals. which have pirated them from “Peterson.” Lately, a leading Boston journal printed a sketch. which it heralded ' as translated from the German, but which we found to be -
one of our own bantlings, that had been kidnapped by a Berlin periodical. and from that translated back into its original mother-tongue. Will our exchanges oblige us, when they copy stories from “Peterson,” by giving this Magazine the proper credit? “ Pam‘s Bamxras'r.”-The mezzotint of “Miranda,” in our January number. was universally praised. So also was “In the Bitter Cold." But we think “Papa’s Breakfast," and “A Winter Night,” will be equally popular. Neither of them require a description at our hands. “Papa‘s Break fast.” esprrially. is very beautiful. What a charming little dear it is! How carefully she carries the precious treasure that has been entrusted to her, and how proud she will be. when she reaches the field where her father is at work, and when he praises her, as he is sure to do, for having brought
his meal so deftly! The “ Winter Night” is hardly less bean tifnl, some may even think it more so. Certainly, nothing can excel the fidelity, with which the artist has reproduced the effect of moonlight, as seen on a still and frosty night. Trrz Gorarsmr or Muss Susana—A charming photo graph, representing the bride conducted home, has been published by J. P7. Tiltou 8: Co., of Boston, after a design by F. (J. Dnrley. The picture is for sale, in Philadelphia, by W. G. Hazard. The precise lines in the poem, which the artist illustrates, are the following: “ Pleasantly murmured the brook, as they trims-ed the ford in the forest, Pleased with the image that passed, like a dream of love through its bosom.” A Warm 10 Km Comiauroas.—It is useless to send stories to Us for publication unless they are of first-rate merit. Indeed, we have so much manuscript on hand, and so many contributors regularly engaged, that we shall be able to accept nothing. even if meritorious, unless it is short and to the point. Stories, from two to four printed pages long, are the only ones we want at present; but they must be racy and terse, or they have no chance of being pub lisbed.
A FINE POEM—Professor Lowell. of Harvard University, is the author of the following beautiful poem Godminster! is it Fancy’s play? I know not, but the word Sings in my heart, nor can I say I dreamed the name, or heard;
Yet fragrant in my mind it clings As blossom after rain,
And builds of half-remembered things This vision in my brain. Through aisles of long-drawn centuries My spirit walks in thought, And to that symbol lifts its eyes Which iiod‘s own pity wrought; From Calvary shines the altar‘s gleam, The Church's East is there, The ages one great minster seem That throbs with praise and prayer. And all the way from Calvary down, The curven pavement shows Their graves. who won the martyrs' crown, And safe in God‘s repose; The saints of many a warring creed, Who now in lleaven have learned That all paths to the Father lead Where Self the feet have spurned. And as the mystic aisles I pace, By aureoled workmen built, Lives ending at the Cross I trace Alike through grace and guilt; One Mary bathes the blessed feet With ointment from her eyes; With spikenard one; and both are sweet, For both are sacrifice. Moravian hymn and Roman chant In one devotion blend,
To speak the soul’s eternal want Of Him. the inmost friend;
One prayer soars cleansed with martyr-fire, One hoarse with sinner‘s tears, In Heaven both plain with one desire, And God one music hears. While thus I dream. the bells clash out Upon the Sabbath air.
Each seems a selfish faith to shout— A hostile form of prayer. My dream is shortened. yet who knows But in that lleaven so near, This discord into music flows In God's atoning ear. 0h. chime oh? of blessed Charity! Peal soon that Easter morn, “'heu (Tlirist for all shall risen be, And in all hearts new-horn! That Pentecost, when utterance clear To all men shall be given, When all can say, My brother here, And hear My son in Heaven. A Hospital) Tnoussxn -—The Bloomington (Mo) Messen ger sayst—“If there is one Magazine we receive with more pleasure than another. it is ‘Pcterson.’ It is the best and cheapest work of the kind published.” This is a sentiment which not less than a hundred thousand fair ladies also echo this year.‘
Aver» llss'rr Worms—Be careful how and what you say, especially if you are angry or worried. A harsh word is easier spoken than recalled. A little monosyllable, hastily uttered. may pain a father, mother, husband, sister, or child for hours, perhaps for days. The Bible has said, “a soft an~ REVIEW OF NEW BOOKS. swer turneth away wrath." Remember that, when your Wild Flowers. Drawn and Colored from Nature. By Mrs. patience is tried. and speak gently, instead of angrily. Badger. With an Introduction by Mrs. L. H. Sigoumry. Large Nothing is more lovely in woman than amiabillty. Ihlio. With twcnty-twopage (blond Illustrations. New York: New Music—Oliver Ditson & Co., Boston, have just Charles Seribncr.—This volume, superb in its mechanical published “Lillian Lee," written and composed by J. execution, has never had its equal in America among McNaughton. 8. T. Gordon, New York, has published. works devoted to illustrations of natural products. It con “('nme Meet Me TwNight,” a serenade, the words by J. tains the finest specimens of our field and forest flowers,
Mrh'rmghton, the music by Francis 11. Brown. Firth, Pond
those beautiful strangers that, in the recesses of our woods,
& Co, New York, have. published “The Good Time Has C-rne." sing and chorus, Written and composed by J. HCXaughtnm
or by our mountain streams, so often call forth the traveler‘s exclamation! of delight, and which are here preserved in their exquisite perfection; not a tint faded, not an atom of
