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life, with the most regular attention, make it evident that with them such an affection, and respect, whose conduct influence is perpetually present, they towards their offspring, through every would be apt to stile methodists or stage of their existence, has been marked fanatics. by undeviating principles, and ever There is nothing that rouses the rewatchful care—by salutary severity, sentment of a generous heart more than tempered by parental tenderness; and unjust accusations of the amiable and who laid down for their education rules the innocent. of right acting, which they enforced by It is a painful truth that the operahabitual firmness-rules, that like the tion of fear is more sure and more fresteady flame which guided the children quent than that of love, in influencing of Israel at night from the land of the conduct of human beings towards Egypt, led them safely, through the each other, and that the power possessdangers of childhood, and quitted them ed by the meek, the tender, and the benot till every peril was past.

nevolent in both sexes, is a non-entity The incidents of real life are some- compared to the dominion enjoyed by the times more incredible than any thing violent, the selfish, and the overbearing. we read of in fictitious history, and Moral virtues are durable, and theremost of us can remember, probably, fore precious, only, as far as they are some well-authenticated fact which hap- derived from religious belief, and are pened in our memory, that has called the consequence of it. Without that, forth the sneer of incredulity, when it all morals are built on a sandy foundahas, at a distant period, been commu

tion, and are liable to be swept away nicated to others.

by the flood of strong temptation. MoLove casts its own hue over all that rality cannot stand long without the it beholds. As a Claude Lorraine gloss aid of religion, and the mere moralist sheds one equal and beautifying tint in a time of affliction may learn to know, over every landscape, and every cloud, that the only refuge in sorrow and in giving warmth to coldness, and cloth- trial are the Rock of ages and the proing barren scenes in beauty, so love mises of the Gospel. gives a charm even to unamiable quali There are two sorts of jealousy-the ties in the eyes of an ardent lover. one struts a heroine with a poisoned

It is impossible to calculate on the bowl and bloody dagger-the other is probable obliquity of human nature, only armed with pins and needles, and especiallyon that part of it denominated is no heroine at all, but she makes such temper."

a use of her weapons, that she does as When one is on the brink of eternity much, or even more harm to domestic and of final judgment one self, how happiness, and to the interests of society, poor, how weak, how wicked, must ap than her more lofty and impassioned pear all earthly enmities !

sister. All trials of temper are salutary, and Beauty, and even that power of atas this world is a state of probation, traction denominated charm in woman, and the little daily trials of life are which is perhaps meant by the cestus, perhaps more difficult to be borne than supposed to be worn by Venus, must great and unusual ones, I cannot allow lose its influence by custom over any myself to think any dispensation other husband, however fond, unless it may wise than a kind one, which calls into be maintained by solid and superior use those serviceable and Christian vir- qualities of mind and heart, which, like tues, patience and forbearance.

pure gold on which enamel had been With many persons who are sincere worked, retain their value when the believers in the truth of Christianity, enamel is worn away. religious faith is a thing which they are There are men in whom the habit of contented to know that they possess, constancy, and of undeviating attachwithout bringing it into every day's ment, is as strong and unconquerable use they seem to consider it like "fa as in virtuous women; and is befall mily jewels, not fit for every day's wear. that wife, who, though conscious of her

- Its efficacy as a daily guide, as the happiness in possessing the faithful impeller to good feelings, and the re tenderness of a devoted husband, can strainer of unkind ones, and as a puri- dare to abuse the power which she posfier and regulator of the thoughts and sesses and to tyrannize, because she may actions, is never present to their minds; do so with impunity, over the heart and any persons who should venture tó that loves her even with her faults.


Written on the Anniversary of the Funeral of a beloved Friend.

APRIL, 1822.

In vain around me fair creations rise,
Spring's infant green, and blooms of varied dies,
With all her promises of coming hours,
More bright, more rich in swelling fruits and flowers ;
One dark remembrance veils these charms from me,
And speaks, departed friend! of Death and Thes!
For with this month, the day, the hour return,
When to the home of death we saw thee borne;
When love's last, tender dues we paid, and gave
Thy form's pale relics to the silent grave;
And all of thee, that e'er could know decay,
We saw united to its kindred clay.

Again I view that hour, so sad, yet blest;
So full of agony, so full of rest!
Of grief to think thy course so soon was run,
Of joy to know the glorious prize was won-
Or fond regret because alas! no more
Revolving time could thy dear form restore;
Of deep-felt thankfulness that, suffering past,
Thine was the holy peace of saints at last:
Thine the bright crown of deathless amaranths twin'd,
Which only those who toil like thee can find.

Yet, e'en while gazing on thy early bier
Through fond affection's full and fruitless tear,
Thought, busy thought, which swift as lightving flies
Through memory's cells, and bids past scenes arise,
Restord thy precious image to my view,
In all its loveliness of form and hue :
That hazel eye, to whose soft beams 'twas given
To charm on earth by looks which spoke of heaven :
That firm, full lip, with glowing crimson fraught,
Which shed new beauty on the truths it taught :
The auburn hair which, parting on thy brow,
Bestow'd new whiteness on its lucid snow:
The cheek whose varying, blushing bloom could vie
With the soft lustre of the evening sky:
The voice whose tones harmonious, soft, and clear,
Like distant music stealing on the ear, .
In social talk could admiration raise ;
Yet more delight when breathing prayer and praise.*

O, friend! instructress! rich in truths divine,
Resource! delight! that can no more be mine,
I see thee still, as when on bended knee
Thou oft hast deign'd to breathe a prayer for me:
A prayer design'd as sacred shield, or spell,
To guard my heart 'midst scenes belov'd too well :-

* The Lady in question was a minister in the Society of Friends, commonly called Quakers.

But while that heart this dear illusion feels,
One recollection on another steals;
Yet in whatever view to me thou'rt given
Thy words, charms, talents, all still breathe of heaven.

Well might thy pencil, rich in every grace,
Delight the peasant's lowly roof to trace ;
Since oft the dwelling, which that pencil drew,
To thee the comforts ow'd which then it knew.

'Twas sweet with thee to seek the humble cot,
Where, at thy acceuts, pain its pangs forgot,
To hear thee wisely chide, or wisely praise,
And bid the sufferers hope for happier days ;
Then while thy kindness all their wants supplied,
On earth their helper, and to heaven their guide,
Thou bad'st them raise, for all the bounty given,
Not unto thee the voice of thanks, but heaven :
Yet who the blessings breath'd on her could blame,
Who look'd and spoke as if from heaven she came.
And what, thou soother sweet of other's woe,
Who could'st for others weal thy own forego;
What tender recompense to pay thy worth
Did heaven's great ruler grant to thee on earth?
That blessed promise breath'd in Zion's song,
The holy psalmist's sacred lyre along,
For those who God's own agents strive to be,
Was, on thy bed of death, fulfill'd to thee :-
lu “all thy sickness" here, “ He made thy bed;"
By sister's hands thy fading lip He fed !
Bade those to thee by kindred blood allied,
Yet closer still by kindred virtues tied,
Around thee shed each balm for suffering known.
And o'er thee watch with kindness like thy own :
Bade them through wakeful nights, and anxious days,
For thee the voice of supplication raise ;
And thus by granting thee each earthly aid,
Thy care of others to thyself He paid.
Nor there alone was seen his succouring power ;
He rul’d, He cheer'd, He bless'd thy closing hour:
HE, 'midst the gloom of death's approaching night,
Bade thee behold the cross array'd in light:
The Mau of Calvary, the Lamb who bled,
From that bright cross a cheering splendour shed,
Which round death's form attractive glory cast,
And made thy happiest hour of life the last.


Eur. Mag. Vol. 81. June 1822.




“ Well might the wise man say, no educated her at all. Girls should learn body need look out of a window with nothing while they are young girls. out seeing a miracle! Who would have Let the mind (if they have any) grow expected to see you, Sir Phineas Poly; to its full size before it is drest, or its carp, Knight and M.D. who have lived clothes will never fit it. Who would twenty years in the country on fresh furnish a half-built house?” air and old wine, tollotating, as you “ Very true, Sir Phincas, especially used to say, in the streets of London?" if it can be let unfurnished. However,

“ That is the very reason, Lady Tor- I shall call on the bride, if you will let mentor; a man must be in perpetual me know her abode, for a proper chamotion all his life, and that is as much

perone is as necessary as her knocker." as the Board of Longitude will ever But the entrée of both the lady and find out. Forty years he must run after gentleman gave an earlier date to our achis own affairs, and the other twenty he quaintance, and I had the pleasure of conmust take his rounds, à poor decrepit gratulating my nephew, Sir Tristram watchman, to guard other people.”. Cragenmoss, the subject of one of my

“ Wisely said, Sir Phineas, and you former sections, on his marriage with know the comfort of being in a state of my old friend's neice. He made seprogression."

veral apologies for not having notified No, I don't know any in a pro his good fortune to me in due form; gress towards trouble; and I see no

and as I perfectly understood his reathing else in progression except my sons, I felt myself entitled to the usual son-in-law's follics and my neice's wed. consolation. His bride was the very ding dress.”

counterpart of the “Sweet Highland " What a consolation to have neither Girl” described by Wordsworth: neice nor daughter on your hands ! Pray who has taken Celandine ?”

She did seer “ A wise man, you may be sure, for Like something fashioned in a dream; she was a very pretty simpleton; and Such forms as from their covert peep my daughter being a clever girl, chose · When earthly cares are laid asleep. a foolish husband.'

She wore upon her forehead clear Every body thought her mother The freedom of a mountaineer, clever too. I hope you consoled your- Sweet looks, by human kindness bred!

A face with gladness overspread! self by giving her nothing?" “No, I gave her ten thousand pounds Her courtesies, about her play'd;

And seemliness complete, that sway'd for I did not think she chose ill. A wife With no restraint, but such as springs ought to thank her stars, Madam, for From quick and eager visitings her husband's faults, because they of thoughts, that lie beyond the reach bring him nearer on a level with her.

Of her few words of modest speech: Besides, she need not be so much afraid

A bondage sweetly brooked-a strife of a witless man-it is next to his be- That gives her gestures grace and life.” ing dead-she has a right to administer.”

Sir Tristram, however, had symp“ Well, Sir Phineas, I dare say she toms of shy distress in his demeanor, is of your opinion. And what is to be which indicated no great confidence in your neice's consolation ?”

my disposition to receive my new rela“ I don't know what hers may be, tive amicably. But whether he recolbut I know mine. She has never cost lected the advantage my notice would me any thing.”

give to her first appearance, or the conNow, Sir! that is impossible, if solation which my heritable property you educated her tolerably. If she is promised to those who fulfilled due cian ideot as you say, and you sent her vilities, I have never been able to disto school, she must have cost a great cover; only the result seemed to be a deal more than she is worth."

resolution to conciliate me. We inter“ A woman always does that, Lady changed visits accordingly, and notTormentor. But the truth is, I never withstanding my just sense of some


thing like a manæuvre in my cynical He departed, leaving it in my hands. physician's conduct, I found my curi- It was, indeed, a rare compilation, and osity to trace the means, superior to I must transcribe it, to do its' merits the contempt it ought to have produced and meaning full justice. A young girl brought up so obscurely He is odd,-so much the better :could not have seconded her soi-disant there are few oddities which may not uncle's plans so well by engaging my claim noble precedents. The Emperor nephew, a man well accomplished, of Julian inked his fingers on purpose. high birth and fortune, and almost Commodus powdered his wig with goldmiddle


without fine natural talents dust, and Julius Cæsar wore a green for fascination; and I determined to Fontenelle cared for nothing but take a generous revenge for clandestine asparagus fried in oil; Sir Isaac Newmarriage, by consoling him for the ill ton forgot his dinner, and Moliere conconsequences.

sulted an old gentlewoman. Nobody can rightly understand the He is a Sloven.— Better still-he is art of consoling people unless they re no worse than eight or ten learned men side in the same house. Sir Tristram now living, and half a hundred dead. invited me to spend the fashionable It is a sign he does not admire himself winter with his lady, and three months too much, and a comfortable security gave me some pleasant opportunities to that nobody else will. study her character. Probably he did He is always abroad.--He will come not omit them himself, for he said one home when he is tired. Birds return day, “ I think, Lady. Tormentor, we

to their nests, but seldom to their cages. are almost too happy."

He loves bustle.—Good!-People in If you are, there is consolation a hurry are like hailstones, which leap always ready at the breakfast - table. about with great noise, and then settle Laurence Sterne's wife was afraid, as very quietly. Bustle is a healthy exeryou are, of being too happy, and she cise in all climates; even savages have bought an ill-pouring tea-pot, lest she their game, called "worree." Besides, should forget the patience and forti a fidgetting person is dnly an idle one tude necessary in this world. But it in a fever. He has lost half an hour was soon put upon the shelf, and so, in the morning, and runs after it the I fancy, you may put your fears."

whole day. “ My dear Madam, your sagacity He loves money: -That is a great anticipates my candour. The truth is, comfort. Flints yield oil sometimes, I chose this young uneducated crea and the greatest misers may be talked ture, because it is a kind of refresh out of it. Old Elwes used to say, young ment to find any thing, unfrenched, Pitt could have persuaded him to empty unmusicked, and unmystified. And as his purse at any time :- besides, the moI have always thought home a woman's ney itself is good, and a miser is no best school, I also think a wife may more to be considered than the bag learn most happily in her own.”

which holds it. One may find the open“ So you really expect her to nail her. ing if one can. self there, like one of your stair-carpets! He loves wine.-—Another comfort, for I cannot tell whether your scheme would then the money will not be kept very succeed, but I can assure you it is very safely; and it causes interregnams of needless. Without knowing a note of intellect which make the wife regent. music, or a syllable of any language Besides, if he will reduce himself to a but her own, she has learned a har- brute, he can have no reasonable objec. mony of speech, which requires more tion to being beaten. A noted bibber study, and has more power, than all returned non compos one day, found his the harmonies of all the instruments in wife's cloak, rolled himself in it, and the world.”

fell asleep. Her father came in, and "Rightly guessed, Lady Tormentor: seeing her thus disgraced, remembered she has to unlearn, not to learn. And the Russian law which inflicts the baI suspect her uncle, who thinks all men togs on ladies who drink before nine fools, by which I judge him to be both o'clock. Thinking he had not ceded knave and fool, has given her this curi- his right to chastise, as Russian fathers

Art of Tuning,' as her only do, he brought two sticks and applied dower,"

them with great perseverance and effect.


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