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'0 The Hymns that Mother Sung. Through the changing scenes of life, The shadowed vale of smile and tears, Where all is lost within the mist That hides the bygone years. . Some strains there are that hnger still, And many hearts no longer young Are thrilled with joy to hear The hymns that mother sung. We $4350 gather at the hearth en dariness overcame the day, And, dreamily, as children will, “’e’d watch the shadows play; And watching by the glowing fire, As to and fro the kettle swung, We learned the songs we’ve always loved, ‘ The hymns that mother sung. We seem to hear again her voice, So long remembred; clear and sweet, As when, in days of long ago, We sat at mother’s feet, And gazing upward on the wall, Where dearest father’s picture hung, We thought he smilled, for he, too, loved The hymns that mother sung. On many wintry snowy nights, When all without was cold and drear, VVe’Ve clustered close around her chair, In happiness and cheer No more for us the glowing fire, No more the cricket’s chirping, tongue, And never more on earth we’ll near The hymns that mother sung. To them we owe our happy homes, Praise be to God who-reigns above, For keeping ever bright and clear, The lessons learned in love. Outliving sorrows, bearing hope, UUULJV “I" UVAAVIIU’ I'vwcâ€" 'O --- f‘Y The dear old songs have always clung, And never can the heart forget The h) Inns that mother suncr. Onward, swiftly over the waters sailed the ship Hector, onward, and the waters foamed and dashed against her bows, then, leaping aside, hissed and foamed for a moment, till they were left behind. Every sail was set, for the wind was fair, and the flag which waved far on high pointed straight for- ward to America. The captain was upon the quarter- deck, sitting upon the railing, around which his hands were wound, to hold himself tightly. He patted the deck with his foot, and occasionally looked up at the sails which, spread out there, were filled with the rushing wind. The helmsman stood at the wheel, sober and steady, now glancing at the compass, and then turning the wheel swiftly around. There were two others on the quarter-deckâ€"passengers; one was a young lady of not more than twenty years of age, who, to keep herself up right, held the arm of a gentleman. He was young and handsome, with a. face expressing fearlessness and daring; and as they converged, he looking fondly at her, and she glancing confid- ingly up to him, they seemed formed for one another. “Where is your aunt, Emma. T’ said the youth, looking mischievously at her. “She is sleeping. Is she nbt kind? You do not know, George, what a fancy she has taken to you.” “I am glad of it, then; she afl‘ords me the means of being with you all the more. But, Emma, I cannot help thinking how fortunate I was to come out in a. ship instead of a steamboat.” “Why so?” “As if you don’t know, little witch that you are; asking with such an artless air! Why so? Why, how could I have ever met with Emma?” THE LOSS OF THE HECTOR; “Oh, when we arrive at Boston, you will think differently. It is all very well on board of a shripiat sea.” “Think difi‘erently ”‘ 'ait, then, till I wait upon a certam Mr. Rondolph, merchantâ€"to ask him forâ€"for the handâ€"” “Never mind what for,” she replied, with a smile and a. beautiful blush. “Let us talk of something else; the captain, there, may hear you. See, the sun is beginning to set yonder in the west, and oh, how glorious, how mag- nificient! Look at those clouds ! While I gaze at them, I fancy I am looking at some other world; I fancy I am in heaven.” “As for me, I can truly say that I am,” said George Pentonville, pressing her arm gently. , . “ 01}, don’t,” she réplied, half laugh- mg, mth a. bright glance of her eye. “Do look." “ Now, Emma, speak reasonable. How do you expect me to admire it? Suppose one had a diamond in his band, would you expect him to bein raptures about a. crystal? Supposeâ€"” “Oh, nonsense 2” “No, I am in earnest; but I will look with you at yonder glorious scene, though, believe me, I think of one ob- Ject nearer and still more beautiful.” It was indeed a magnificient scene; it was a sunset on the Atlantic, where evening comes upon the sailor with the ushering of glories such as none can describe. It was aglorious scene, for mountains of dark clouds lay piled up in gigantic heaps upon the western horizon, half encircling it, and rising far into the sky. It Seemed like the shore of some land of Titans, whose borders were wild and rugged, the Or, The Transformation. BY J A) ‘g‘oefm. MES DE MILDE. abode of inhospitable monsters; but far back, possessing hegveply loveli- ness. There small ”clouds lay like is- lands, while the distant blue sky seemed like lakes of water, and rivers, and countless bays. The rays of the sun tinged all with burning colors, illumin- ing them all, setting off the edges with glittering borders, and casting upon the midst of each cloud colors of the richest purple. The ocean which lay between, whose waves careered onward in their wild sport, and dashed tumult- uously together, caught the declining rays, and seemed transformed to molten gold. The sky received the last gleams, and far over its mighty concave ap- peared the glow of countless colors, and the clouds which lay separately received the same efi'ulgence. The captain looked earnestly at the scene, and even the helmsman seemed at times to be attracted; but upon the master’s countenance there dwelt no admiration, no appearance of any in- ward feeling, except deep anxiety. He rose from his seat, and went over to the other side, still gazing up. “Ha, captain," said Pentonville, quickly, “you can admire that sunset. I should think it was a. common sight to you, and therefore incapable of inâ€" teresting you}: ‘C u o 1 L n 'I i 7‘; Adt‘fiik is? N o, sir, I don’t stand gazing that way to admire it. I am looking for a stdrm; for, by all that’s sacred,D there’ll be one soonâ€"a regular >” “ A cfnrrn’l Whew! it’s iust what “A storm? Whew! it’s just what I’ve been wishing; we have had none yet.” H “ But how do you Enow there will be one? Are you su_re T’ _ before long, I ican tell _you.” “Certain of it. I noticed a great change in the barometer two or three hours ago. I have been watching the weather ever since, and now there is no chance of its' keeping ofl‘. Ha, there it is nowâ€"a regular old-fashioned nor’easter.” And a strong blast of wind came rushing heavily over the waters. The sails caught it, and the ship was jerked violently forward. “All hands on deck!” yelled the cap- tain, leaping forward. - “Aloft! dowh with the royals and top-gallant sails! reef the topsails. Halloo. there, quick !_” Instantly there was excitement all over the ship. Up ran the sailors, climbing like cats, far up, and soon every one was busy. The upper sails were taken in, the topsails reefed. The wind came on, increasing more furiously, and blew in fierce gusts, which drove the waves with great force against the ship. Clouds which had hardly been noticed before were now seen hurrying along the sky, where they gathered together, all uniting in one thick, black canopy; but as yet the tempest was only beginning, and the wind which came on howled in dismal tones as it vibrated through the tightly strained ropes. “‘What a. glorious scene this is!” cried Pentonville to Emma. “See how the storm comes on. How dark the sky is! and the sea, with its black water, in part covered with boiling foam, how fearful!” “ I care not for myself; I should en- joy it, but my poor aunt will be terrified almost out of her reason. She has been fearful all along that a. storm would come on.” "Dreadful !” said Emma, clinging more closely to him for support. “The wind is mighty, and I feel as if I should be blown away if I stay here much longer." “Not while I am with you. But are you afraid of the storm 2” “Would you rather go below? But â€"whatâ€"why, it is going to rain. Then you must go, for it would not do for you to have the rain beating upon you.” And Pentonville departed for the cabin with Emma. It soon became dark, and Penton- ville, after remaining below till about ten o’clock, went up again on deck, and Emma lay down. Lay down she did, but not to slumber, fOr the waves now beat in thunder against the ship, which trembled in every beam to the awful blows, and, without, the wind howled and moaned most terrifically. “ How is the wind now T’ said Pen- tonville, gasping for breath, for the storm ragefl furiously. “What?” said the captain. Pentonville shouted to him in his ear. “Fearful! I never saw such a storm in my life, and I have been twenty years at sea. It will get worse still.” “ Worse! How can it be worse than this 2” “You will see.” Pentonville looked around, and the. scene was one which meght well fill with dismay the most courageous. The sea was all lashed into foam by the enormous waves which rose and fell about the ship. now careering by, now striking her with the force of an earth- quake. “ You will see," said the captain; and seawahad be spoken when a bhnd- ing flash of light burst from‘above all around. Before-his eyes could recover from the dazzling efl‘ects, the ears of Pentonville were struck by a loud of thunder which came forth in long, “You will wish this one was over mE ‘WATCHMA‘NT‘IL‘I‘fi‘fi‘SKY, mums“, JULY 4’ 1889- deafening rolls, booming and rumbling through the heavens. Then came down the fury of the tempest! It burst upon them all tumultuously ! A loud crash and a wild fluttering told that the fore- sail had been torn to ribboné. “ All hands there take in sail! Take in every stitch I” roared the captain through his trumpet. Vi “We will bare to run under bare poles.” “ Mr. Pentonville, that is our danger. We are going straight toward Sable Island.” 7 “Can’t we avoid being driven there?” “ The sails won’t hold. Our great hope is that we may run by. I think we will.” The ship was driven wildly on.‘ Wave after wave dashed across her, pouring along the decks, and carrying everything away. The smaller boats were swept overboard. Then came a mountain wave from out the gloom, and Pentonville for a moment felt dismay as it rolled on, directly to the ship. It struck, and every timber groaned. The decks were filled; the bulwarks were broken, and the huge long boat was borne away, as though ‘it had been a straw, off into the waste lof waters. “Now, good heavens! another wave like that will finish us,” cried the cap- tain, as the ship, all staggering and; trembling, righted herself. . There were two men at the wheel. “ How does she head?” said the captain. “ South-west by west l” “Can’t you put her south-west by south '1” said the captain. “No, sir.” Still the wind blew, and the tempest raged. Above was the dark sky, over ‘ which the lightning flashed, and Ithrough which echoed the incessant I peals of thunder. Beneath was the sea, dreadful, threatening, all lashed into foam and spray. Pentonviile stood and gazed. “What may happen,” he muttered, “I know not. What I shudder to think of may meet us ! Now is the time to prepare.” He went below, and opened his trunk, where he found an Indiwrubber life- preserver. This he inflated, and left it there. “ Captain,” said he, returning to the deck, “ have you life-preservers on board P” “I never believed in having them. I have none, but if I live through thlS, I will get as many as I can. What a. terrible storm! You had better ”â€" A loud crash interrupted him. The foremast had swayed before at the blasts of wind, but now as one came rushing on it shook, and then, with a noise like thunder, it fell. The ship for a moment ceased its quick motion; the waves behind, driven on, broke in fury upon her stern. "‘ Clit away the rigging! clear the ship!” shouted the captain: Soon the mast was cut free, and the ship went on as before. Hours had passed away. It was four o’clock in the morning. Through that long night Emma. had not slept, and Pentonville had been watching, occasmnally coming down to cheer her. Suddenly above the roar of the water around a deep sound arose, striking bodingly upon the ear. “The surf! the surf! we are lost,” cried the captain. “Set the maintopâ€" It was spread. “ Starboard the helm.” But nothing could withstand the fury of the tempest. The sail was torn to ribbons before ten minutes had “It’s no use; we’ll go ashore.” The land could now be seen ahead, through the darkness, or rather the spot where the land lay; for it was low, and all that appeared was a large sheet of snow-white foam, formed by the waves which dashed against the shore. “ Captain, what will you do P” “Nothing. I can do nothing. We’ll go ashore, and I will meet my fate.” “What kind ot a shore is it 7” “May not the shit) be saved?” “ All sandy.” “ She cannot be; but some of us may escape. Look after the women Mr. Pentonville.” “Trust me,” he replied, and went below. Emma had risen, and was out in the cabin. She saw Penténville’s look of alarm. “ Are we to be lost? Speak the worst. I have been expecting it every moment?” seiq she,_calmly “ Brave girl. I fear all willâ€"soon be over. We must.prepare ”â€" “ For death 2” “No, for seeking safety. Rely on me, for not till breath leaves me shall I forsake you, Emma. I will bind this around you,” said he, taking the life- preserver. “ No, not on me, on yourself.” “ I will be near you, and you cannot swim, while I can. See, then, you must put it On”â€"and ~ Pentonville fastened it. around her. “.But, my aunt, my dear aunt, will you leave her? Hear her; she is groan- ing now with fear.” ” No, I will also take care of her.” Emma went and brought her out- telling her the danger which threat, ” r ened them. “Be calm, now, aunt; death is near, but. try and meet it.” V-vvâ€" _. ___-V “ Then suspense is over,” she replied, with fortitude; and a smile came over her serene countenance. “ Come up on deck. You must- pre- pare to leap with me into the water. Here are two oars; I have fastened them by a rope, so that they may not be carried too far from each other.” The ladies spoke not, but bravely kept up their spirits. The elder one stood pale yet steadfast, her noble countenance showing no fear, Penton- ville fastened one oar to her by a. loose rope. “ We must commit ourselves,” said he, “ To these howling waves. Let us breathe a prayer to him who rules them, and they may show us kindness. It is our only hope. The shore yonder is sandy; we may be saved.” After a. moment of prayer, they as- cended on deck, and Pentonville stood between them, while Emma. leaned against him, thinking mournfully that this was their last interview on earth. “ Be ready, and, when I prepare, do you also, so that we may fall together. This rope, Emme, holds you to my oar.” “ Fai'ewell, dearest love,” sobbed Emma. “Farewell, till we meet in another world.” “Farewell, my own Emma.” With clasped bands they awaited their fate. The ship sped rapidly on. The sailors stood in a state of im- mobility, each clutching something near him; some lashed themselves to the mast. The captain stood near the helm, which was now forsaken, with a countenance like marble. The shore 'was now not more than five hundred ‘yards away, and they saw the low land, and the fierce waves which beat upon it. The ship was raised on the back of a tremendous wave; for an instant it hung in the air; and all held their breath awaiting some fearful catastro- phe, and then down came the ship, striking with a terrific shock against some rocks beneath, among which she was rolled with a harsh noise, which sent a thrill through all who heard it. Grains of Gold. Cowardice is the greatest giver of alms. Spare moments are the gold dust of time. He who is devoted to everybody is de- voted to nobody. If you note all the details you have not seen the Whole. Habit renders wrong-doing of any kind a. sort cf second nature. Deliberation, too far prolonged, defeats its own ends. Nothing 18 degrading which a. high and grateful purpose ennobles. Sands make the mountainsâ€"moments make the years. Truth has never yet proved fatal to any one; there are too many antidotes. To owe gratitude oppresses a coarse na- ture; to receive it oppresses a fine one. There is not religion enough in the world to admit of the annihilation of re- ligion. The garden of modern poetry too often betrays a nearnesss to the drains of the cities. For many natures it is as much a. duty of cleanliness to change opinions as to change clothes. Socialism is the fantastical younger brother of nearly spent despotism, whose inheritance he claims. Not when it is dangerous to tell the the truth will she lackg a prophet, but only when it is tiresome. Those things which engage us merely by their novelty do not attract us for any length of time. Man should command his flesh as a master his slave. The dominion of the enfranchised is the most imperious. He that boasteth himself to know every' thing; is most ignorant; and he that pre- sumeth to know nothing, is most wise. If you have built castles in the air your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them. Old ag eis the night of life as nig ht is the old age of day. Still, night 13 full of magnificence, and for many it is more brilliant than day. This is a queer story told of E. L. Harper, the wrecker of the Fidelity Bank of Cincinnati. It is to the effect that he has been doing a profitable iron business to the tune of $350,000 a year while serv- ing his sentence in the Ohio penitentiary. Through the efl'ort’s of his faithful wife, a joint stock company was formed, and, presumably through the collusion of some of the prison oflicials, Harper was al- lowed to direct the movements of this company by telegraph, thus enabling it to make money when other men in the iron business were actually running behind. It is a striking illustration of what a “smart ” man with money can do even when he is dead in the eyes of the law. In the meanwhile the discovery of this little arrangement will be likely to arrest the effort to obtain a pardon for this dis- tinguished criminal. Crops in the southern part of Russia are in a. bad condition owing to the hot weather. While in England the Bishop of On- tario was offered the position of Super- intendant of Chaplains of Northern Eu- rope, with a cathedral in Paris, but he dec_1ined it, breferring to remain in Ca- T o be concluded next week. A Free and Easy Prison. We will sell for the next 30 DAYS our well known and well selected stock at prices that will astonish every one. Our $35 Bed-room set for $25. 5% cm NR3“ Q“ \S\ Smofikqfimkfi S Mfifiakmgmw Bargain. OWEN McGâ€"ARVEY Son, That the success of every business man depends upon his ability to advertise CURING? E»; gainsaid. Indeed the efi‘icacy of printers’ ink lies in its proper (Indication. T her man 7th knows how to advertise the goods he really keeps, and not the goods he does not keep. is {i15- man who will thrive best. fiIany merchants nowadays judiciously spread their Mil-7.3;» ment all over a popular newspaper; but when the buyers visit their places tilcyfigzdfimt their best goods exist only on paper. This class of men know how to pay for an “ad.” but they do not know how to advertise. It is a rare thing to find a house that comes 11p to its advertisement in these times, and rarer still are those that the advertisement does not come up to. During my travels in search of news I have found one of the rarer specimens. an: the way I happened to find it was through the following unique advertisement:â€" ‘ sid her father and he said it with a good deal of satiafaction, “William ask; (7 m: for your hand last night, and I consented.” “ IV ell Pa, that’s the first bill Qf mine you havn’t oly'ected to. ” Came had evidently not been purchasing her from OWEN McGARVE Y J: SON Nos. 1849, 1851 d: 1853 Notre Dame Street, or there would have been no oly’ection to the bills sent. Owen LIcGar'vey 6;- Son carry a 72205? complete stock of parlor, dining-room, library and faacy articles, such as the most beautiful odd-piece suites, in plashes of all the newest shades, with ladies’ desks, easels, statuette tables, gilt chairs, ottomans and piano stools, with the newest and largest assortment oj rattan rockers, easy chairs, reclining chairs, swing cots, cribs, and a full line of the very much ad mired bent furniture from Vienna, Austria, and their prices are acknowledged the rhea}- estâ€"quality consideredâ€"in the city; and to provide for Carrie and W illie’s further and future wants, we have now daily arriving, the very finest stock of ever on view in this city, varying in price from 7, 8.50, 10, 12, 14, 16, 1g, 30’ 9.3, 24 35. 30, 35, 40, 45, 50, 60, 75 and up to 85 dollars, the highest pmed ones theflneet slelts and finish yet made in the United States, will be found at Owen McGarvey «b Son’s allies? and largest furniture store in the city. TVhen I read this advertisement my curiosity was naturally aroused, and I went to McGarvey’s expecting to find, as I had found elsewhere, the best of his goods to cxz'stoan paper; but I was mistaken. I found that the advertisenmzt did not come up to (4],, house, and that it takes six spacious flats to hold the very best of his goods which are not mentioned in the advertisement. For example, there is no mention made of the pieces of film item that captured foreign medals at the various exhibitions. There is a mention made of thefaa’ that Owen McGarvey cf: Son can furnish a house from bottom to top, but time, 2;: no mention made of the fact that the goods are substantially the stock from which the samplcs are when that brought the firm several bronze and silver medals, together with a divloma for 5101!. {site workmanship. The prizes were awarded by the Paris, Belgium and I ndian ihlbflll‘lz £1- habitions. Mr. McGawey, who by the way is a most aflab-I: mtlr'nsan, too]; nzc through every one of his sixflats, where I had the pleasure of inspecting some of the fin est pruitura I have ever seen, and that’s saying a good deal when the fact is considered that I have seen some of tne very best New York afiords. The pieces of fumiture that took the prizes, a cut of which is given above, consists of a drawing room chair and a centre table. The real .merit and beauty of these articles is beyond my power of dam-z-ijlffitn In order that the rea beauty of the elegant furniture may be seen to advantage. Mr. JIrGarrcy has a portion of his second flat divided into apartments. These are furniéhcd nit/l xvi/250' his best furniture in such a way as to resemble a palatial dwelling. A part»; dining room, bed-room and even the hall-way are so luxuriously arranged as to snag/(st fin rich blessings of a home made beautiful by the exquisite touch of the acperieuced [Mllgcll'lfm 171% apartments are models of perfection, and any housekeeper who gets a rim of than u-iii mm; green with envy. ' The table is made'qf ebony, 'wzth sides'of free ornamental scrouwork‘mn-mg, tip; (295 similarly treated, to which brass claws are attached, and flu: chair is of that 1-23“? {mm as wire bgcked, ypholsgte'red :vefy richly '57} criana amt olfi gold_lrrocatelle. After nwkz'ng a tour of the various departments on the upper flats m mm? a «fiscal? in the handsome elevator to the first floor, where the pleasant recollection of chihllzood (761115 came u}? before me lake (1 dream, when I beheld the perfect gems of baby carriages (lisflgyei to publw mew. - I must confess that never since I was an “infant tewible” was I so 00721111.;ch u cam?2 away with a baby caniage. I will not attempt to describe any one in. particular: but ma venture to say that any one of them would take a prize at an exhibition if held to-morrw and this is not saying a great deal. What the Proper Application of Printers' Ink has Produced A model piece of Furniture that Captured Foreign Medals. FURNITURE. Come along and you will get a Igagiéxl’ BABY CARRIAGES AND PERAMBULATORS Our $30 one for $23. Wflat a Correspondent says of Toe House of Household Furniture ome and see our great Bargains in 1849» 1351a and 1853 Notre Dame Street, Montreal OWEN McGARVEY SON, ANDERSON, NUQENTfiGU, I wished a wishâ€"but then ’twere vain, To wish one’s self a child again. Our $20 one for $15. N Kent St, Lindsay. J. A. ARNEA UX drawn in the filament of a bother to w] Mes if out thought 4 m of the re: ' Chief of I “Ban Cong} pf my 4th; avenue fidmost 1 ion cottage] ‘ he polic 1WD. JC mm who is ed that he ‘. his usual h: ed without Fifi: Judge mg and an addedoor. Nhewas CHI? N0: here, I Bl’i1 the or