WINTER HAS COME.
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"NOvember'S chill blaWS loud Wi angry sought" the earth is covered with its white carpet, and winter in it's sternness has come. This has been foretold as usual. Day after day the sun has receded, and the wild geese have squawked out their admonitory notes, as they wound their way to their winter quarters. And now we have it, with its fro zen earth, cold winds, snow and ice. All this matters but little to those who can face it with warm covering, tight houses, profu- sion of food, and plenty of fuel. At worst it comes but as change, to give life it's spice of variety. Yea, it is pleasant to change off summer airings in light phnton for merry frolics to the tune of jingling sleigh-bells. It is pleasant to glide by moonlight over calm snoWs, dance off an evening at fash iona ble hotel, cat toys" and canvass back, and scud home to warm barracks. It is pleasant to gather round cheerful fircsidcs, and laugh at tests "that never fail" or read novels, or drink in soft music,

 "When winter muf1cs up his cloak

 And binds the mire like rock

 Thanked by such accompanimcnts, winter has little that is forbidding. Should fur leave unprotected nose or an ear, sharp north-wester would grasp it rudely, without distinction of person. Should the thermomc- ter descend so low as to occasion talk in the newspapers, it might excite passing re- mark. These are trifling incidents; they are, however, the harshest of winters foot prints, on those who are we'll off the world.

 But what a sound has winter to earth's de- solate ones! To them winter comes like memorable destiny. It wears Q tyrant's frown. It is a summons to >utIcr. It speaks of addition to already unbcarable misery It adds cold to existing want; frozen limbs to starving bodies. To them, biting indeed arc its whistle -blasts-scvcrc it's frosts-cod its snows! The sleigh-bclls mock their grief with their merry sounds. Hard is the time of winter for the poor! But one half of the world knows not how the other half lives. The men in fur are but slightly &C., quainted with the men in rags. The splen- did mansion where there is bread enough and to spare-how often is it aside of the hovel where want holds it's carnival! How often, too, arc its inmates callous to suffering that daily stares them in the face!

 There is bright side to the darkest pie ture the offerings of benevolcncc are win ter's choicest jewels We know that they have been spoken against. We know that cool calculating political economists charge cur numerous relief societies with possess ing the tendency to foster crime, and would have them less in number. This, however, is but theory. It will do to advance and de- fend underI warm Zephyrs, when flowers bloom and earth is glad with showers. Such theories do not belong to winter. The causes, the extent, the reality of suffering, shames them to silence. This suffering, too, must be relieved. Who can furnish this re- lief but those whose gamers are well filled How can it better be done than by the dis eliminating hands of the benevolent mem- bcrs of our relief societies! What are these but a ministry of Gods own raising-born of the heavenly instincts that bloom Tn hu- man sympathy! A ministry that is cher ished most when mankind practice the two great commandments most, of love to God and love to man.

 Now is the time then to remember the poor. Remember too, that things of earth are uncertain; those that give to-day may beg tomorrow. Scatter your bread freely upon the moving waters of life; many days will not elapse ere it is returned with bless ings. At the best, thousands mourn the coming of winter; mourn for themselves, their wives, their little ones. small pit tance. richly bestowed. may yield fruit an hundred fold. Remember the poor; for winter has come !-Bostsn Post.

 One great secret of domestic enjoyment is too much overlooked. It lies in bringing our wants down to our circumstances, in- stead of toiling to bring our circumstances up to our wants. Wants will always be ahead of means, and there will be an end to the race, if you set the latter to chasing the former. Put the yoke of self-denial on de- sire, apply the spur of industry to energy, and if the latter does not overtake the for mer, it will at least keep sight of it.

 Tee-totalism and Singing--A Washingto- nian says he never heard his wife sing in his life, until after he signed the pledge, and now he scarcely ever goes home but what l sho is singing like a canary.