THE YOUTHS CABINET.

 

When I was there, some of the gen-
tlemen—and I am not sure but some of
the ladies had a hand in it—threw some
lemons and sugar into the pool beneath,
to convert it, as they said, into lemonade.

As you descend the mountain, you will
unavoidably run, slide, and jump, alter-
nately, for walking is out of the question.
If you are young and spry, by a cireui-
tous route, a few minutes of running,
jumping, and sliding, and unless you are
careful, occasionally tumbling, # find
you at the foot of this immense perpen-
dicular wall of rocks. A part of the
path—if you can call it path, where
there are so many jumping places from
crag to crag—lies along the verge of the
cataract, where you are wet with the
spray of the splashing waters.

Here, at the foot of the “ Eagle’s

Nest,” in this wild amphitheatre, with a
perpendicular wall on one side, rising
hundreds of feet above you, to a height

that makes you dizzy looking upward,
an immense pile of mountains on the
other, with the waters rushing down the
precipice behind you, and a boiling caul-
dron of waters beneath your feet, is the
wildest and most awfully grand view

about the whole fall. L. H. H.
The Ass and Race-Horse—A Fable.

x Ass undertook to run with a
Race-horse. The trial ended
pitifully; the Ass was laughed
at, as a silly fellow. ‘Oh, I re-

member now,” said the Ass, “ the rea-
son why I got beaten. Some months
ago, I trod a stone into my foot. It
gives me pain still.”—Lessing.

 

Til Temper.

 

BY MRS. FRANCES D. GAGE.

Y DEAR READERS,—Have
you ever thought of the evil
consequences of an unruly tem-

per, and of the necessity of

 

learning self-government in your child-

hood? If you have not, I would like to
talk with you a little about it, Did you
never see a fine-spirited horse that was
usually gentle, patient, and kind, if he .
was driven with a curb bit, take it into
his head to run away if the curb was re-
moved, and upset the carriage, or dash
it in pieces, maiming the driver, and per-
haps destroying himself? And all this
might have been avoided if the owner
had not placed too much confidence in
his favorite, or perhaps forgotten his
curb. Temper, like the high-mettled
steed, needs a strong curb and an un-
wearying hand, to rule and govern it. I
would not like a dull, spiritless horse,
that could not play and frolic—one that
would always have to be coaxed. or
driven—neither do I want children with-
out temper and life. I only desire to
see it under their own control.
Writers are apt to tell you about what
Frank B. or James L. did. But I will
tell you a little of my own experience.
I have always had a quick, sensitive
temper, and, when a child, made no ef-
fort to curb it, and it was always run-
ning me into trouble and difficulty. I
did not want to be bad; but often my
very best endeavors to be good, were
followed by an outbreak of passion that
would destroy my comfort for a whole
day, and sometimes for a week. .

As I grew to womanhood, I found