Where whirred the beetle through the night, Pulses the cricket's tremulo; But at the broad'ning day's advance The brooklet seems to laugh and sing; Then suddenly from leafy screen In bubbling measures rise and sink; In answer from the merry throats Music seems into jewels turned, Sparkling and dancing on the glow "Of tawny sunlight o'er the hill, Which floods with gold the vales below. Still swells the fuller voice of day From air and wave, from branch and sod, "Till nature's perfect harmony Rolls forth in rich accord. Μ' MINNIE GOW WALSWORTH. RS. WALSWORTH comes of one of the earliest families to settle in western Pennsylvania, whose line of descent has given many persons to literary and professional pursuits. Her grandfather, John L. Gow, of Washington, Pa., was a writer of both prose and verse. Her father, Alex M. Gow, was well known in Pennsylvania and Indiana as an educator and editor. He was the author of "Good Morals and Gentle Manners," a book used in public schools. Before Minnie Gow was ten years of age, her poetic productions were quite numerous, and although those productions were enjoyed and treasured by her friends, no encouragement was given her to publish until her judgment and taste were matured by experience and study. She was graduated from the Washington Female Seminary. On December 4th, 1891, she was married to Edgar Douglass Walsworth, of Fontenelle, Iowa, to which place Miss Gow had removed with her family a few years previous. Mrs. Walsworth has contributed to the New York Independent, Interior, St. Nicholas, Wide-Awake, Presbyterian Banner, Literary Life and several other periodicals. "Luaine," a poem, contains her most mature and careful work. O winds, that whispered benedictions o'er them, 'Tis long since on her cheek ye spent your breath, And years, O flowers, that woke to life that morning, Since at her hands ye met a willing death. But vague and tender as the flowers' awak'ning, There came, that day, new life within her heart; Her pulses beat in unison with Nature's, Her joy but to the day belonged a part. Ah, yes; perhaps yet, 'mid the summer's beauty, The words come back and mem'ries sweet arise, "Oh gift of God! oh perfect day!" she murmurs, But tears well up to dim her wistful eyes. AT THE CHURCH SOCIAL. INTO the gloom of the summer night, A shimmering flood from a thousand eaves— It fell on the throng of a city street, A supper and fair, where good things greet From a house as "snug as a robin's nest," And the child-eyes, meeting the old eyes, dim, But soon he had gone, the street door closed, Oh, what was that night but unbroken joy At last it was over; the time had come BABY IN CHURCH. AUNT Nellie has fashioned a dainty thing, Where the dimples play and the laughter lies Then Ben, aged six, began to tell, He told of the church, the choir and the crowd, And so, on a beautiful Sabbath in May, Filled all her baby soul with awe, As she sat in her little place, The sweet-voiced organ pealed forth again, And smiled at the chinking sound. She held it, and all were charmed but one, "Aunt Nellie, you's being bad!" The audience smiled, the minister coughed, And poor Aunt Nellie never could tell How she finished that terrible strain, But says that nothing on earth would tempt LIFE. FOR life must come and life must go! And tho' the bliss be but alloy, -Luaine, Part ii. UNCERTAINTY. O woe, whose deep abyss hath heavenly powers! And long to reach the common-place again. Oh strange the possibility is given, That we should know such bliss as makes us weep! Is't that the soul hath caught a glimpse of Heaven, The body, writhing, fears her hold to keep? -Luaine, Part iii. FR REV. JAMES UPHAM, D. D. ROM John Upham, who was born in England, in 1597, and who came to New England in 1635, have proceeded all branches of the Upham family in North America. Rev. Dr. James Upham was born January 23rd, 1815, in Salem, Mass., and his childhood was passed among its historic and literary associations. He is endowed with the "dominent characteristics of the Upham family," which are energy, enterprise, industry, integrity, religiousness and good sense. He entered the college in Waterville, Maine, now Colby University, at the age of sixteen. After graduation, in 1835, he was appointed Preceptor of Farmington Academy, Farmington, Maine. Here, through too close application to study and teaching, his health was permanently impaired, and he was obliged to abandon all work for a time. In 1837 his health was so far restored that he was able to enter Newton Theological Institution, which, however, he left about the middle of the Senior year, subsequently studying Homiletics with Rev. John Wayland, D. D., of Salem. In 1840 he was appointed Professor of Biblical Literature and Sacred Rhetoric in the Maine Baptist Theological Institution, in Thomaston, and was ordained the same year. Following this professorship came pastorates in Manchester, N. H., and Millbury, Mass., whence he went, September, 1845, to Newhampton, N. H., as Professor in the Newhampton Literary and Theological Institution, where he took charge of New Testament Greek Interpretation, Archæology, Ecclesiastical History and Homiletics. This institution was removed to Fairfax, Vt., in 1853. While there, in 1860, the degree of D. D. was conferred upon him by his Alma Mater. In 1861 he was elected to the presidency of the institution, which he resigned in 1866 to become one of the editors of the Watchman and Reflector, now the Watchman, of Boston, Mass. This connection ended December, 1875. From 1876 to 1882 he was an associate editor of the Religious Herald, Richmond, Va. Since 1878 he has had charge of the Health Department in the Youth's Companion. His public life has been spent mainly in the teacher's and the editor's chair-twenty-four years in the former, and twenty-five years in the latter, which he still retains. He has always been, and continues to be, a frequent contributor to various journals. November 12th, 1841, Mr. Upham married Miss Cynthia Jane Bailey, of Providence, R. I., a woman, "filling up the high ideal in all its specialties of woman's relationship." Her death occurred September, 1865. Their children were a daughter who died, December, 1866, and five sons, one of whom died in infancy. Mrs. Experience S. (Bascom) Upham, to whom he was married, June, 1868, is a most worthy successor of his first wife. Their children were, Avie Bascom, born 1873, who died the following year, and Elizabeth Webb, born December 18th, 1875, whose young girlhood brightens the home of her parents, 14 Chestnut St. Chelsea, Mass. Rev. Dr. Upham has been the writer of much excellent prose, and many poems which have appeared in important periodicals. His poems are solid in thought, simple and unpretentious in form, helpful in sentiment, and are addressed mainly to the religious part of our nature. They commend themselves to the hearts of the public, but they have never been collected into a volume. J. M. R. THE HILL-COUNTRY. AMID these hills is felt the winter's rigor; Here is the source whence life, as in a river, Pours in rich volume and unceasing down, A priceless boon from God, the unstinting Giver, For crowded city and the lowland town. Hence comes the brain for all our high professions That serve our kind in church, or State, or mart, That fills the columns of the grand processionsThe élite of science, poetry and art. O city Christians! help the churches hidden 'Tis in the virtue of their sons and daughters That ye shall find your largest weal advanced; Their voice be as down-rush of waters, And all the evils of your own enhanced. I've heard a voice within me loudly crying, MY MORNING PRAYER. I THANK thee, Father, for thy care, That brought me, with my strength renewed, I thank thee for my home and friends, I thank thee for the love I share With others dear to me; I thank thee for the love I feel For them, and more for thee. I thank thee for the mercy-seat Bless, now, the labor of my hands, And all the homes around me bless, Bless my dear pastor and the flock; Oh, bless our land, the Pilgrims' land, Bless all the nations, O my God, And let them praise, as one, The name and character and works, From rise to set of sun. Accept, O God, this morning prayer, Repeated yet again, And help me walk this day with thee, As Enoch walked. Amen. INNER MUSIC. THE lark that thrills us with its song, Seeks but to voice and send along So souls, kept full of love and cheer, |