EARLY DAY by S. ELIZA W. FARNHAM. - Each child, but eapeddly the girl-child, would tank the whole lore of a rage, deep M Smks- paw, to disdngulsh those subtle emotions, which we grown folks have out1Ived.-BULW-m. For not to ru on earth le given The ripe fulfillment of der1re- Desfre of Heaven Itself is Heaven. Unlmr the passion Mnt and tlre So upward still, from hope to hope, From faith to falth. the soul wends And who has scaled the ethereal cope Where that rublime mcceaalon endmt fxLNseJ. NEW YORK TEIATCIIER IIUTCIIINSOhT, 623 ST. Nraxoas HOTEL BROADWAY. NOT by way of introduction or explanation to you, dear friend, who know me so well, do I write this ex- ordium.. Neither that I may put you forward as the apology for the book which now lies .before me. If I felt that it needed any, as to its motive I should return it to the shelf whence I have just talccn the manuscript. If I believed that, as to its execution it was inferior to my best power, I would not ungraciously charge you with the responsibility of its production. Then why do I place your sign upon this page Because, in view of what is done, there are a fcm words to be said which can be more freely and vitally said to you than to any other individual, or to that vague personage, the public. We have each trodden the steep round of the globe of life by difficult, though different paths. And the toil has brought to each a kindred result. You know it is one article of my Faith, that like natures have like experiences, however the outward phases of them may vary. There are two trees on the lam, where, of old, we were wont to linger in deep talk-a Pine and a Chestnut. On the mountain, higher up, and elsewhere in mild and wnstcplaces, less beautiful and fertile, are other Pines and Cheatnuts. The outward facts of their existence differ more than youre or mine have, yet, to each there is the same interior result of peculiar nutrition and growth. Human souls dram from the external, like the forest trees, what they best assimilate, and though one be planted in a palace and the other in s hovel, thenear and mortal, and shall I not say the distant and immortal, goal of- each is the same, with difference only in the time and travail of winning Ny nursed and petted Pine is larger and quicker of growth than the poor stunted trees that struggle up towards Heaven, among those huge masses of rock where me used sometimes to wander. It is better fed and of nimbler movement in its progress, but it is a pine still. Its evening music falls more sweetly on my ear, because it comes from tho finer touch of airs that lie nearer the high courts of the Heavena. Experience like that sound comee to us softened by dis- tance. Contemplate that of any soul, no matter how much greater tlian oars, with kindred desires in it, and if we can come near enough we shall find joys and pains of like significance unto our own, occupying there. The merciful wife of my poorneighbor, the shoe- maker, would make, as a legislative woman, a Duchess of Sutherland, were she in her castles with her incomes, and I have no doubt their inmost daily experiences would be found very similar, could they be closely and honestly compared. Because both are good, true-souled women struggling, each in her fashion, towards a better than her actual. What matter the ducal robes and jewels of the one, or the patched threadbare garments of the other, to the momentousquestion of soul-destiny, which each is asking for herself Either may prove helps or hindran- ces to Iier whom they befal. But neither can make or unmake the sublime result which must come to each in virtue of her Human Life. The cup of hemlock was not the first trial of Socrates. ...
