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his horse suddenly round, stood directly before her, and sympathy. Often would she lie awake, weeping and confronted her with a look full of despair. That intense, praying, whole nights; and when, towards the dawn, though momentary gaze, seemed to plant a dagger in her she heard her husband's carriage before the door, and breast, and as the young man turned to join his com- the heavy money-box brought into the ball, his barsh rades, she sank back on her seat insensible.
voice giving orders, and the doors of his apartments “She had recognized in him, young Duvernet, a neigh- slamming after him as he went to bed, she would burst bor's
's son, with whom she had grown up in habits of inti- into tears afresh, and pray more earnestly that Heaven macy. He had loved her well, and she had not with would terminate her miserable life. held encouragement from his suit, till dazzled by the “One night, in the gaming-house where the Chevasuperior accomplishments of the Chevalier. Now, heart- lier presided, a young man, whose fortune had been broken by her inconstancy, he had devoted himself to sacrificed at play, started up from the table where he death!
had lost the last stake, and shot himself through the “She crushed down her feelings, but that look of head. His blood and brains besprinkled the players, reproachful anguish was ever in her thoughts. She who all fled in horror. The Chevalier alone remained grew melancholy, and the change was not unnoticed by in his place, perfectly indifferent, and asked if it was her husband. Angela became aware of this, and exerted one of the rules of the game, to leave it unfinished, beherself to control her feelings, for the Chevalier treated cause a fool thought proper to kill himself. her with unlimited indulgence, and strove to gratify her “The players were indignant at the Chevalier's coldevery wish. In the exercise of duty, her happiness blooded behavior. The affair became public; the polico gradually returned; but it was soon clouded by the ill- interfered, and the bank was broken up. The Chevalier ness and death of her father.
was indicted for fraud in playing; in no other way could “Since the night on which he had lost all his posses- i people account for his wonderful luck. He was obliged sions to the Chevalier, Vertua had never touched a card; to disburse heavily to procure his liberty. He saw himbut in his last moments, the passion for play occupied self disgraced; shunned by all; he returned to his wife, his whole soul. While the priest was endeavoring to who received him with open arms, and ventured once administer the consolations of religion, he lay with closed again to indulge the hope of his amendment. eyes, muttering between his teeth, 'perde,' 'gagne,' “The Chevalier, with his wife, left Paris, and took and imitating, with his trembling hands, the motion of up his residence at Genoa. Here he lived secluded one who deals the cards. In vain did Angela and her from society; and might have been happy, had the bad husband strive, by every effort of tenderness, to recall spirit been expelled from his soul. Alas! the demon his thoughts. He knew them not, but sighing 'I have soon entangled him again in his chains, and this time, lost !' expired.
beyond redemption. “Angela was overwhelmed with anguish, less for the "His evil reputation had followed him from Paris to loss of her parent, than the awful circumstances of his Genoa, so that he dared not venture to set up a bank. death. The Chevalier was still kind to her, but moody | The richest bank in Genoa, at this time, belonged to a and abstracted; and a presentiment of yet greater evil Colonel in the French army, who had left the service on came upon her. She feared every moment lest he should account of a dangerous wound, which unfitted him for drop the mask, and return to :he vice of his former life. active employment. The Chevalier visited the gaming
“There was but too much reason for her fears. The house where he presided, and envious of his good forfiend-like passion had revived, in all its energy, in the tune, resolved to venture his own luck against him. The bosom of the Chevalier. He thought and dreamed of Colonel bade him welcome; and the first deal proved in nothing but play, and of accumulating riches. He was his favor, as it was wont to be. But the blind goddess wearied of his quiet, domestic life. His discontent was soon showed herself fickle, and before he rose from the increased, and his resolution fixed, by a few interviews table, the Chevalier had lost a considerable sum. with one of his former associates, who laughed at his " The Colonel encouraged him to persevere; but from scruples, and taunted him with being held in bondage that moment Fortune turned her back upon her former by his wife. He called Menars a fool to give up the favorite. He played every night-lost every night; still world for a woman's sake ; and Menars thought this he desperately went on, till a few thousand ducats, in argument quite conclusive.
paper money, was all that remained to him. " It was not long before the Chevalier established a “ The day after he was thus reduced, he ran about the bank, which soon became as rich as his former one. city, getting his money changed into gold. At dusk, his His luck did not desert him; aid he had plenty of pockets filled with the gold pieces, he was leaving his victims on his list, whose fortunes went to swell his own house, when Angela, pale and weeping, threw her
Poor Angela! her happiness was for ever self at his feet, and implored him, by all he held sacred, destroyed. She was awakened from a long, pleasing not to persevere in this course, which must lead to ruin dream, to certain misery. Her husband, who found the and misery. reproach of her pale face and wasting form intolerable, “ The Chevalier raised his poor wife, pressed her to treated her with coldness, and soon with contempt. his bosom, and said with stifled voice, ‘Angela-my Sometimes she saw him not for days together. He injured Angela! it must be so! I must do it. But dismissed all her servants, and supplied their places to-morrow-to-morrow, dismiss your cares, for I swear with others; and Angela found herself destitute of all to you I am going to play to-night for the last time!
Be calm, Angela! Go to sleep-dream of happier | mastered his agitation sufficiently to reply with pretended days-go to sleep, and if you are at peace, I shall have calmness—' Angela, my wife, shall decide!' He then better luck!' He kissed her forehead, and abruptly followed the Colonel toward his own house. quitted the house.
They entered the hall. The Colonel was proceeding “ Two deals—and the Chevalier had lost his all! to Angela's chamber, when the Chevalier drew him Motionless-almost breathless, he stood and gazed, as back. if stupified with anguish, on the table.
" She is sleeping; will you awaken her?' You play no more, Chevalier ?' asked the Colonel, «« « Hem!' answered Duvernet ; 'do you suppose she as he shuffled the cards for a new deal.
has had much undisturbed sleep since you have made ** I have lost all! replied Menars, with forced calm- her so wretched ?'
“The Chevalier groaned deeply. He fell on his ""Have you, indeed, nothing farther to stake?' said knees before the Colonel, and cried in agony, · Be mere the Colonel.
ciful! You have made me a beggar-leave me my wife!" "I am a beggar!' answered the Chevalier. His * It was thus old Vertua knelt at your feet, unfeeling voice trembled, but he suppressed all other signs of villain, and you had no mercy upon him. The venemotion.
geance of Heaven has overtaken you!' “ The Colonel went on quietly dealing the cards. " Having thus spoken, Duvernet turned and walked
“ Before the next deal, he said softly, without looking towards Angela's chamber. at Menars, “ You have yet left-a lovely wife!'
“ The Chevalier sprang before him to the door, flung “* What of her ?' demanded the Chevalier, sternly. it open, and rushed to the bed where his wife lay. He The other did not immediately reply.
drew aside the curtains, crying, "Angela! Angela!' “* Ten thousand ducats against-Angela ?' said he, but she did not reply. He stooped over her, seized her half turning round, as he handed the cards to be cut. hand, let it fall suddenly, and staggered backward into ***You are mad!' cried the Chevalier.
the room, pointing, at the same time, towards the bed. "Twenty thousand ducats against Angela ?' said the The Colonel, alarmed, went and parted the curtains. Colonel, in a whisper, stopping a moment before he Angela lay there a corpse ! began to deal.
“ Duvernet threw his arms toward heaven, and with a “The Chevalier was silent a few seconds, then with cry of horror, rushed from the house. None of his a gloomy frown he consented to the stake.
friends ever heard of him afterwards." “A few moments, and all was lost! Gnashing his teeth, he started up, and pale as death, staggered to the
The stranger, having ended his story, rose abruptly window.
and left the arbor, before the Baron, who had been “The players departed; the Colonel approached his
deeply interested, could utter a word. victim, and said in a low tone, 'Well, what farther ?'
Some days after, the Baron beard that the stranger " • Ay!' cried the Chevalier, in a voice hoarse with
was ill in his chamber, and went to see him. He exemotion, ' you have made me a beggar, but you must be pired without being able to speak with his young friend, a madman to suppose you have won my wife. Ha! is but from some papers he left, Siegfried learned that he my wife a slave, to be bought and sold ?'
was no other than the unfortunate Chevalier Menars. "If she is willing to go with me,
," answered the
The Baron profited by the warning, and the dreadful Colonel, 'I have bought the right to take her, at the
example of the evils of gaming, and vowed solemnly risk of twenty thousand ducats.' "* She will spurn you!' exclaimed the Chevalier ; have never heard that he failed to keep this promise.
never afterwards to be guilty of that fearful vice. We she will scorn your infamous proffers! Ha, ha! you have risked your ducats for nothing ! "I do not despair,' replied the Colonel, laughing
Original. scornfully. “How can Angela help abhorring one who
JUST SEVENTEEN. heaped on her such misery and shame? It is you she will reject. Yet more; you deem me a madman! a fool, who will find himself cheated of his prize? Cheva
Just seventeen! the sweetest age, lier, your wife loves meay, me! loved me before your
That's entered in fair beauty's page; hated arts separated us! I am that Duvernet, to whom Lips like the rose-bud cleft in twain, her love was pledged ere she saw you—ere you bought With pearly 'gems the cleft to stain; the daughter's hand by the ruin of the father! She
Eyes like twin stars, beneath some cloud, repented it when it was too late! Ha, do you shrink ? That comes their sparkling light to shroud ; I have avenged your victims! I resolved on your ruin ; Rich tresses of the auburn glow, I devoted myself to play—I followed you to Genoa! I Free waving o'er a brow of snow; have succeeded! and now to your wife!'
And then the bosom heaving, swelling, “ The Chevalier stood as if struck by a thunderbolt, Where tickling Cupid holds his dwellingat this terrible disclosure. He saw all the load of misery
Of woman's life, no year I ween, he had brought upon poor Angela. He now feared, in Is like sost, pouting seventeen. truth, that she would desert him. After a while he
flouter of religion is by no means among the most attracFEMALE IRRELIGION. tive members of the community, and that whatever may It would be difficult to determine which is the most
be the strength or weakness of individual belief in reveladisgusting, religious cant or open and avowed infidelity, tion, decent people look with horror on such disciples of if even the pretence to belief, were not an acknowledg. depravity. They find no favor even among those who ment that we ought to have faith, and that unbelief is to
have their own abstract embarrassments in belief. What be avoided as a sin against conscience and against society. then is the light in which a woman is looked at under Hypocricy is among the most hateful of the blemishes that such circumstances ? It is to this point we speak; it disfigure the human character, and is so repugnant to the
was this aspect of the case which led us to a consideration fine feelings of a man of honor, that he sometimes rather of the subject, and all that has been said before must be loosely pronounces it even more contemptible than the un
excused as introductory-possibly a lawyer might call it disguised revilings of professed skepticism; and to a
" surplussage." merely superficial observer of human frailty it is so. The
An irreligious man--one who professes to be so, and man who but partially studies his own bosom and passes | glories in his own shame—who considers it an honorablo his impressions off for thought, would always come to
distinction to be ranked among unbelievers, and who that conclusion; for meanness and manliness are such mouths blasphemy among his acquaintances as a sort of opposite qualities that the contrast strikes powerfully; | accomplishment to be proud of, is unquestionably disand sometimes the case is decided without due discri- gusting enough; he takes decided precedence of the pormination. Nothing is more natural than to decide be- ter-house drunkard who blurts blasphemy over his mug tween affected piety and acknowledged disregard of reli- of Albany ale without knowing what be says, and is gion, on this ground. A well constituted mind so abhors merely vulgar and profane amidst an association whose hypocricy in all its shapes and has so utter a loathing whole object is a forgetfulness at once of self-respect as for the snivel of church-going-cant and for the frivolity well as of respect for every thing else. There may be of its professions, that it frequently finds itself ready to
excuse for such excesses, though there is certainly no yield its preferences even to an infidelity that at least justification for them. But, what extenuation can be steers clear of deception. The conclusion is wrong, but | awarded to the female who so far forgets herself and her we repeat, that it is natural ; and have no hesitation in sex as to repudiate the God who made her by contraadding, is grounded upon a good feeling, though erro
vening his ordinances. What possible palliation can she neously applied.
plead? Man may make himself a beast, and does so These thoughts, cursorily and perhaps carelessly thrown very often, but, can woman brutify herself to his leveltogether, are intended as a merely prefatory vindication the lowest level of human nature—without exciting special of the writer of the few remarks that will follow, from wonder? Humiliating enough is it, that she sometimes a charge that may possibly be brought against himself.debases herself to personal pollution—that she is freHe would guard with more solicitude against the suspi- quently found capable of disregarding the sanctity of cion of insincerity than against any other imputation with earthly associations, but, it is too bad to believe that she which his character might be assailed. What he says,
can voluntarily jeopardize the safety of her soul! he feels, and what he utters, though it may be very erro- That she sometimes holds her immortal existence in quite neous or very silly, is always uttered with the single hope as slight esteem as she does her earthly fame, is, however, that it will be deemed in earnest and be received in good but too manifest from ber history, and especially from her faith. Give credence to his sincerity and less is cared modern history. Even her superstition—if you please about the estimate that may be made of other qualities. fanaticism-has sometimes added charms to the amia
With the firmest faith in the reality of religion, and with bility of woman; she has frequently found a salvo even the full belief for ourselves that Christianity is the most in her faults-would it be too much to say that she has rational as it certainly is the most benign and most prac- made herself interesting in her crime? The reader of tical code of spiritual and temporal guidance, it is by no her history must answer, no. It would be exceedingly means our purpose to defend its tenets, urge its authen- easy to adduce a thousand instances in proof of this poticity, or prove either its purity or its divine origin. All sition, and to exhibit a catalogue as long as all the this will be taken for granted. It has already been too muster rolls of female “benevolent societies" in Euably and too conclusively established by other hands to rope and America. Sorry are we to say so, but, a great leave any such necessity to us. Such is not the object.
many of the distinguished women in the world, have been We have a merely isolated aim. This article is a bad women! It were gross slander on the sex, however, " lay discourse” altogether, and though it claims to be to say that the pestilence has been general or that perChristian in its tone and spirit and object, it were fair to nicious example has by any means been followed to any say in the onset that its writer makes no specific profes- | alarming extent. It has not been followed but avoided sions of any thing but belief and a uniformity of endeavor by the great majority. Woman is intrinsically the salt and to square his acts as nearly as possible to the precepts of | savour of human existence; but for her the world would “ the faith that is in him.” Graduated to the standard by not be worth inhabiting. Her presence is all that renwhich some sects measure their members, he would ders it desirable to live! What, then, would be the come abundantly too far short to be admitted. At any condition of the world if women were to volunteer'an inrate he hopes so.
fidelity that would render it wretched? Who under the We believe that it will be conceded that your male light of heaven could sustain the wish to live on earth after its brightest ornament and its only comfort had con- to respect by denouncing religion, and loses caste even cluded to render it wretched by banishing the belief that within its own narrow circle of associates, to what its dearest hopes and its most cherished associations were fathomless depth of degradation and contempt does but a miserable imposture! Suicide is the only resource female character plunge itself such denunciation! that can occur to him who, confiding to woman, has faith Contempt is not the word we should use. It is not conin her infidelity! Who could wish to cling to his tempt with which we contemplate the spectacle of a existence, in the belief that his sister, his mother, or woman who has so far forgotten her sex and her nature bis wife! is of opinion that his faith is false and that the as to proclaim herself an unbeliever-it is horror! We cherished affections of his heart and the precepts of his shrink from her presence, as we would avoid a viper. education are no better than so much deception! Female skepticism is social poison-it is the bohon upas
For the purpose of placing a proposition before the of civilized society. No man approaches it but with reader, not actually conceded with any other view than dread, and even the criminal, condemned to die under its to exhibit its intrinsic absurdity, let it be admitted that branches, would prefer any other death. It is impossible religion is of doubtful reality—if you please, of more than to imagine anything more than half as hideous as woman's dubious authenticity in its origin—suppose if you please, deformity in this aspect. To find her in the haunts of that it is mere poetry and fiction-if our religion, the re- | infamy, to look upon her in her lowest estate in any staligion of Jesus Christ furnishes the best examples and tion, were painful enough; but, we submit to every man affords the purest axioms of human action, were it well of proper feeling if he ever yet saw woman in any other to discard its rules and repudiate its precepts ? Cer-grade of debasement quite so low or quite so striking in tainly not, as it seems to us. At all events, it will always the utter profundily of her fall, as when he has heard her be impossible to convince us that unbelief in woman is ayow herself an infidel? It may have been his lot to fall not the most revolting feature in human character.in with a female felon in a Court of Justice, and possibly To look without loathing upon a laıly-libertine, is impos-, he may have seen a woman on the gallows, but did he sible, and to behold her in the light of the worst of all ever look upon her with as much loathing? Woman libertinism-infidelity--is enough to make us forget that may steal or she may murder and go to gaol or to the she is woman-in fact, to regret that woman ever came gallows for the crime, for she shares a common lot in on earth!
the division of human frailty; but she was not made for Thoughtlessness and levity are, perhaps, characteristics Owenism ! of the sex, and far be it from us to find fault with them; Fanny Wright is no woman-mother though she be. volatility and vivacity may run into thoughtlessness and She is merely a “ man-milliner" who furbishes up matters do so sometimes very gracefully, but irreligion is unen-marital without too scrupulous an inquiry into dates. In durable, A woman's unbelief in religion is scarcely other words, she is, exceptio probat regulum, and a less derogatory than an avowed disparagement of chastity. very decided exception she is. If it had so chanced that In our opinion, there is about as much depravity in the she had been born a few years sooner, she would most one as the other.
certainly have been whipped-dreadfully whipped tooThat our holy religion is “ worthy of all acceptation" || through every county and township in which she ventured —that he who scofis at its rites or its ordinances deserves herself, and deserved every lash vouchsafed to her: for not only the penalty of its own denunciations, but the though every son and daughter of Adam and Eve have scorn of every well regulated mind, must be acknows the right to the free exercise of their own opinions, and ledged even by those who have no formal connexion with though we would be the last to coerce restraint upon the Christian Church. The despiser is disgusting, as we them, yet we do maintain that they have no right to obverily believe, to his own comrades in vulgarity. It has trude them on the public. People cannot very well be always seemed to us so, at any rate. We have rarely punished for taking arsenic, especially if they take it in witnessed a rowdyism of unbelievers, in which each in- doses potent enough to kill themselves, but they have no dividual did not seem to crave a monopoly of the blas- | right to poison the public wells. Suicide is a crime that phemy for himself. While he was uttering the common- human laws find it difficult to reach after the perpetration, places of infidelity from his own mouth it was all very | but, it is their duty to do execution upon all other homiwell and he considered it very current wit; but, the mo- cide, because the criminal leaves himself amenable to ment that an associate launched into a similar strain human punishment. he became shocked, and hardly ever failed of rebuking We do not pretend to an understanding of other peothe enormity. There is something intrinsically revol-ple's feelings, but we claim the right to represent our ting in irreligion, even among the very men who delude own; and begging the privilege of assuming them to be themselves into the belief that they possess it.
in consonance with the feelings of a majority-we trust When Dr. Young said,
a very large majority-of mankind, there will be no hesi. “An undevout astronomer is mad,"
tation in saying that there is not on earth, in the waters he might very well have added that a pretended unbe- underneath, or in the heavens that overbang it, so deeply liever is not only a fool but a liar. He is a liar since he disgusting an object as a woman who repudiates religion. utters the grossest of untruths, and he is a fool for sup- Woman may unsex herself by profanity of merely colloposing.it possible to make any body believe him! quial language, and that is degradation deep enough, she
What must be said of woman under such circum- may be a curser and swearer with some slight hope of stances? If the rougher and ruder sex forfeit all claim amendment; it is not utterly impossible that her last and
I may not see them dress thee
In all thy bright array, But from afar, must bless thee,
On this, thy bridal day; And though in notes of gladness,
Love's tribute I would pay, Yet something of deep sadness
Will mingle with the lay.
Few are joy's bright revealings,
Quenched is the poet's fire, And therefore mournful feelings
Still echo from my lyre. But tenderness is thrilling
From every simple string, And deep affection filling
My bosom while I sing.
lowest personal depravity may be redeemed by repentance and reformation!—the Magdalen herself may meet with favor; but, we put it to the most charitable to say whether there is rational liberality enough extant to look with any allowance upon her who permits herself to disavow dependence on her God!
Is it possible, even for infidelity itself, to look with any thing but loathing on the religious infidelity of woman? False in her faith on that point, is there ground for dependence on her upon any other? Is she who disregards the Deity deserving of faith from man?
Woman presents herself to the world under every advantage; she comes before it with every thing in her favor. Man, as he ought to do, holds his homage in • never ceasing fealty. She commands his respect and
she makes it the most pleasing portion of his existence to love her! How sadly does she change the how deplorably does she desecrate her destiny, when in defiance of the best and purest attribute of her character, she throws away her brightest gem and discards her choicest charm! Woman never looks lovelier than in her reverence for religion, and it is impossible for her to appear more unlovely than in despising it. How can she ever forget, not only the higher and more sacred considerations which should be the end and aim and object of human life, but those graces which adorn and beautify her sex in particular, by wandering into the vagaries by which none but the worst specimens of manhood disfigure and brutify their nature !
If it were possible for her to look at herself as she is looked upon by others—if she could see her features in the same mirror in which they are seen even by the skeptic himself, no woman could ever be an infidel or permit herself to speak lightly of serious things; even if she felt no loftier incentive than the good opinion of the opposite
We submit it to the most confirmed and most determined one of the number, if we are not right!
Oh! did the bard inherit,
As once in days of yore, A Seer's prophetic spirit
The future to explore, Gladly I then had given
My hopes as words of sooth And prayed auspicious Heaven To prove my verses truth.
Original. TO GENEVIEVE.
BY RUFUS DAWES.
UNHAPPY heart !-in vain Thou turnest to the brilliant scenes of life; Alas! amidst the tumult and the strife,
Thou canst not break thy chain!
Onec, all array'd in light, The beauty and the glory of glad things, As from a guardian-angel's laden wings,
Broke on thy ravish'd sight.
ADDRESSED TO A FRIEND ON HER MARRIAGE.
BY EMMA C. EMBURY.
Now, thou art sadly prest! Night throws her pitying mantle o'er thy tears, But sorrow finds thee, when the morn appears,
Weary with Love's unrest.
The mystic words are spoken,
And thou art now a bride, The chain till death unbroken
Now binds thee to his side; Strange! that a breath should sever
The ties by nature wove, And alter thus, for ever,
The fate of her we love.
Why didst thou turn away, Amidst the dreary desert, from the stream That would have blest thee, for the false, false gleam,
That glitters to betray?
Oh, sorrowing heart, farewell! Would that the wish could bear with it repose ! Vain hope !--the sun that gilds the Alpine snows,
But lights them where they fell.
Full many a vow is proffered
Before Affection's shrine, But never yet was offered
A holier gift than thine ;
A spirit pure and high,
And a love that cannot die.
Yet, thou art ever mine! Time cannot rob me of thee ;-for thy name, Link'd with my own, I give to deathless fame,
A poet's love with thine !