performing a penance for sin and never had in an elegantly furnished room of a hand-was got up to amuse them, lounging through reason to regret her compliance.

some mansion in Broadway. The shaded the figure as if they thought themselves too For three years then had Florence Rivers, lamps, and bright coal fire in a polished grate, fine to dance. Any objection to this dress the young, proud, beautiful Florence lived as sent out their steady light over the glowing will be useless, for my thoughtful father prethe lowly, penitent nun, humbling her pride to colors of the thick, soft turkey carpet which scribed it in case of a ball. You know he is menial services, and learning the small value yielded noiselessly to the footstep-the mar- a physician, and unless I had promised faithof beauty at the bed of disease and death. ble tables and ornaments-the rich mirrors-fully to follow all prescriptions while away Over the unfortunate wife of De Vere, she had the tea equipage of gilt china, and the heavy from his vigilant care, I should not have watched and sorrowed as for a second self; curtains of satin damask, which falling over been permitted to make you this short visit with indescribable torture, she had beheld tightly closed shutters kept from the favored at the season of dissipation. I suppose it the effects of her own folly, in wrecking the inmates all sight, or sense of the piercing air matters little how soon we are ready, so we happiness of De Vere; with repentant love, without. The youngest of these favored ones join not the gay circle till an orthodox hour, she had devoted her time to supply a mother's reclined in a careless attitude upon an ot- and I am thus early that I may read to my place to his neglected children, and never- toman of cut-velvet, with one arm resting on dear aunt while you are dressing; but come never once, to the praise of her truth and a table loaded with annuals and bijouterie, and take a look from the window. The moon is purity be it spoken, never once, did she allow one hand supporting her head, while the other full, and as Willis says, 'there seems nothing the inan she loved, a chance of believing her held a volume which had been open at chap-between her and the earth but palpable glitstill in life. Now her probation was past, she ter first long enough to show that the author'stering cold.' If I was home now, what a had found her peace in finding out its bane; commencement was not so interesting as grand night for a sleigh-ride.' she had received, in deep humility, a bitter soon to fix her wandering thoughts upon the While seated at the tea-table, Viola sudlesson to pride and passion, she had repented creation of his fancy. She was en dishabille,denly exclaimed, Why, what is the matter, in lowliness of spirit. The good deeds she but beautiful though looking pale and weary cousin Catharine, you look very pale! Her hal done, unhoping of reward, had returned a belle unadorned and tired of a day spent in mother replied that she seemed attacked with in tenfold blessings on her own head, and, no listless doing-nothingness. Her company was a serious cold, and that she had been urging longer the proud, vain, self-willed Florence || a lady also; but not young and apparently not her to give up the dance. Rivers, she gave her hand, in devout thank-in rude health, though still good looking, and fulness, to him to whom her faith had been her delicate fingers were busily employed so deeply proved. with her silken network. Mrs. Howard was His dream of domestic bliss now fully the widow of a millionaire, and the fair Cath-happy. Then you will not get sick; my dear realized, De Vere's indifference to sublunaryarine was her only child. matters vanished most miraculously; if he became less of a student, he grew more of a husband and father, happy in his home, blest in his love, restored to life and life's best blessings, he acknowledged, with gratitude, the merciful breed binds from adtoronty busi drawn the precious jewel of content, and lived each day more rapturously to bless and love the Sister of Charity. In danger and disease she had, practically, fulfilled the poet's beautiful apostrophe of woman's de votion.

• Oh! let me only breathe the air,
The blessed air, that's breathed by thee,
And whether on its wings it bear

Healing or death, 'tis sweet to me!'
And now, in the fullness of love's reward, sur-
rounded by the beautiful and the blest, she
proved that a virtuous woman is a crown of
glory to her husband. Returned to fair
Florida, the home of her fathers, dispensing
around them the happiness they enjoy, long.
long may they tread the path brightened by

love and hallowed by virtue.

" May Time, who sheds his blight o'er all
And daily dooms some joy to death,
O'er them let years so gently fall,
They shall not crush one flower beneath!'

From the Ladies Repository.
The Cousins.

BY MISS M. A. DODD.

It was at an early hour of a clear, cold evening in December, that two-whom we wish to introduce to you gentle reader-were seated

Do not go, Kate, I beg of you! Let us stay here, and Edward shall spend the evening with us, and we will all be sociable and

aunt will be saved many hours of watching, and poor Viola will escape being laughed at by the fashionables.'

The door opened and another claiming our notice joined the group. She was younger than Catharine and more slightly formed, But Kate was wilful; and ringing the bell and her beauty was not so striking-still she ordered Nancy to bring her fur-lined cloak was lovely; but it was the loveliness of ex-that she might not freeze in going to her pavovivu naurs "deon of feature, for you knew

room and attend, her thither, and when the
process of dressing was completed she dis-
missed the girl forbidding any one to disturb
her till the carriage came, and gave the wait-
ing moments to vain and bitter fancies. She
was decked in the usual quantity of lace and
satin which goes to make a gala-dress; the
ruby and diamond upon her snowy fingers
flashed back the changing light and gems glit-

not whether her eyes were blue or grey, when
meeting their soft intelligent glance, and
thought not of the pretty mouth or chiseled
lips while listening to the liquid melody which
flowed from them. Her dress was a white
merino richly embroidered. An ermine
pelerine had slipped off the right shoulder
displaying a white throat round which was a
string of pearls, and her brown hair wastered in her dark redundant tresses.
smoothly braided entwining a bunch of lily of
the valley. The sweet girl looked fresh and
happy, and her name was Viola

Tea waits for you cousin,' said Catharine
lifting her eyes from the book which she
was not reading, but I did not think you
were at the toilet. This is a most ungenteel

She

had taken wine to raise her spirits, the pleness of her cheek had given place to the flush of fever, and her large flashing eyes were full of luster. She drew the costly cashmere more closely around her, as the cold chill which accompanies fever shook her frame and admonished her of the rashness which

heeded not its warnings. There was one

hour to be arrayed for a ball, and I fear your
dress will hardly pass muster with the ton-powerful motive of action which led to this
why did you not ask my advice? though I
must confess the whole effect is fine, and you
really look well Viola, and not at all like a
country girl.'

A compliment from cousin Kate!' said she, clapping her hands and dropping a graceful courtesy. But I shall dance like a country girl, I do so love the exercise. I truly troubled me to see the young ladies who were here last night; after a cotillon

thoughtless trifling with health. The brilliant Catharine was a careless coquette; but she whose wealth and beauty had led so many captives in her train was now herself enslaved. Lieutenant Edward Gordon of the navy had been in port but a few days, after a three year's cruise, and no little share of his precious time was given to his fair cousins. Left an orphan in boyhood to the guardianship of his uncle the father of Viola, he had

'Yes,' she answered with an arch smile, you were ever an impertinent youth: Lut my motto is forget and forgive.'

resided under the same roof, till the world the careful fingers that bound up my beseech you!' 'It will not affect me,' she. called him forth to seek name and fortune wounds!" replied, I am used to it,' and quenched her feverish thirst with a copious draught. But cloud was even then dimming the eye of the thoughtless beauty, the red roses forsook her cheek and lip, and her head bowed upon the shoulder of Viola. The messenger of death had visited that gala-throng, and to her only had he spoken, even there mid that scene of triumph marking her for his

among his fellows; and now he was rejoiced to find the playmate of his childhood in the city to gladly welcome his return, and more than realizing in her improved mind, and expanded charms, all that his dreams or hopes had pictured.

Forgive my many faults dear cousin, but forget not those golden days which will never return; but come my fair lily and the rose The proud Catharine's heart had been won the glorious rose," the swift-gliding sleigh unsought by her handsome and gallant cous- waits your pleasure, and it is late, fashionably in, though she soon saw with pain his par- late. Muffle your face for the air is sharp as tiality for Viola; but trusting to the power a knife, and the rays of moonlight are of charms which had hitherto been exerted almost visibly splintering with the keenness only from a love of conquest, and believing of the frost." It chills even me who have that now her heart was interested they could experienced the changes of many climatesnot fail; she determined-as he was to leave who have felt the hottest air of the desert. for the country on the morrow and join his and been ice-bound for months amid the vessel at another port-to night to put forth gloomy solitudes for the polar seas.' all her witchery and show herself the star of the ascendant.

own.

They carried her home to her weeping mother, and laid her upon the couch which she left not till borne to the grave; though she awoke from that death-like fainting fit and lingered several days, during which the mind of the death-stricken girl was led to the contemplation of holy things, and she sought

· Oh Edward! I shudder to think of it, and obtained that peace which the world candid you not suffer extremely ?' not give. She requested to see Edward, and

In the desert a fountain was springing,

Meanwhile the gentle Viola had read an interesting tale to her aunt, conversed upon its beauties, and meditated upon its moral. || had my comforts.' till her head sunk upon the table even at the risk of disaranging her brown hair's smoothness, and she slept. Her dreams were not of feathers, or diamonds, or conquests; but of father, mother, and home,

In the wide waste there still was a tree,
And a bird in the solitude singing,

Which spoke to my spirit of thee,'

6

Nay Viola! not much-though I occa-taking his hand joined it with Viola's saying, sionally wished myself anywhere else, but I may you be happy together-I know you love him my cousin, though you have not yet acknowledged it even to your own heart. I sought to win his love from thee and become a thorn in thy pathway. Oh forgive me the They soon joined the gay group already needed blessings; and amid your happiness sin, and may heaven bless you both with all collected-gay did I say? they were not all banish not wholly the memory of the erring zay, though they might have seemed so to a but penitent Catharine. Mother! dear moth superficial observer; but there was the lanand step and weary look of satiety-roses me hold the hand which would have led me er! rest my head upon your bosom, and let wreathed the brow of care-jewels and glit-in the right path, but I refused to follow. I tering bands oppressed the aching head, and disappointed hearts beat 'neath the satin I know you love me, and when I am gone boddice. Among the shining galaxy moved the peerless Catharine, the center of attrac-balp in Gilead for the deepest affliction, and your hearth will be desolate; but there is a tion, the observed of all observers. Her He who calls me hence will be your comfortLavish smiles and flashing wit were merciless Ah coz! you are the first lady I ever in their execution, and even Edward's head death with composure; to leave the pleasant er. It is hard for one so young to think of caught dreaming other than waking dreams was almost turned by her facinations. Viola earth, and all who love us, for the still and before a ball. I congratulate you upon too, escaped not without a share of admirayour composure, and it is the more remorka-tion: there was something so lovely and new and I pray for resignation we must part narrow tomb, but heaven has so ordered it, ble as this is to be your first appearance on in her manners, such simplicity in her dress. here that we may meet hereafter—I see you any public stage; bift here comes our cousin and grace in her gliding step, that many eyes Kate the peerless. followed her, while she remained totally un-ened-Viola! Edward! dear, dear mother, no longer my friends-mine eyes are dark

The door opened, and Elward entered unannounced. Casting a smiling look at his aunt, and putting his finger to his hips in token of silence, he stool for a moment contemplating the sleeper ere his musical voice pronounced the name of Viola.' She started, exclaiming · I am ready, dear father!' at first unconscious of her situation, but Edward's gay greeting soon brought her senses and blushes in requisition.

.

"The rose in her tresses her bright cheek defies, The diamonds she wears are dark to her eyes!"

Shall I not obtain a share of the world's euvy and admiration if I pass along with two such comets?'

Undoubtedly! if you keep in their wake, though the course may be erratic. They have been trying to persuade me to stay moping at home this evening and humor a slight cold, but I am obstinate. Viola shall prescribe for me on our return; you know she professes to be a proficient in the preparation of simples.'

Yes, and I can testify from experience that she practices as well as professes, for never in my boyish days did I bump my head, or scratched my finger, but she was ready with opodeldoc and balsam. Al Vi! how many times have I vexed you by kissing

conscious of observation She danced from
the mere love of it, and had no thought that
any one could be watching her. Her spirits
naturally joyous were raised by the excite-
ment of the scene, and she moved and
looked the embodied genius of happiness.

have not been all that a daughter should, but

farewell! Viola's tears fell fast, and she bent to kiss the wan lips already cold in death. A slight convulsion passed over the features, but quickly succeeded by an expression so soft and sweet, you would have thought she is not dead but sleepeth,'

There was a pause in the dance, and Viola 'Like one who folds the drapery of his couch requested Edward to look for Catharine's About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.' shawl. He brought it, and she permitted her Come hither ye seekers after pleasure! ye to wrap it around her, but soon threw it off, who are chasing the deceitful phantom which saying she could not endure it for the heat. recedes before you-come to the grave of They passed to the upper room, and the Catharine Howard, and learn to trifle not table was loaded with tempting viands. The with health which is more precious than beautemperate Viola took only a sandwich and ty; and that she, whose eye lights up with drank nothing, but she saw with anxiety that the surile of contentment at home, is far her consin ate of the rich cake and preserved happier than the idol of fashion, or the fruit; and was raising a glass of cold lemon-brilliant coquette with her countless conade to her lips, when she lightly touched her quests. arm whispering taste it not Catharine, I Hartford, Jan. 11th.

MISCELLANY.

From the Lady's Book."

Queen Victoria.

provement. There was never a time when queen reflect on the injustice which the interthis moral power might be so gloriously lect of her own sex has suffered since the employed as now. The empire of physi-days of Boadicea'-what thousands and mil cal might has, in Christian Europe, nearly hons of money have been lavished on the eɗVICTORIA We consider as the representative ceased-at least, if endured, it is not justi-ucation of men, while not a single female of the moral and intellectual influence of wo-tied. The reign of intellect and feeling man throughout the British empire. In this view, her accession to the throne is, and ought to be, a subject of deep interest to her sex in every quarter of the world.

should be ushered in by a woman.

Victoria has come to the throne under many peculiar advantages. She is in the bloom and beauty of youth, when, as woman. The reign of female sovereigns has, in she would be sovereign over men's affections. England, been signally happy for the cause She brings to her high station all the intelliof human improvement. Under Elizabeth gence which the most careful education could besides the general prosperity of the people, bestow, to fit her for her duties. She is there was a pure morality of private charac-watched over by maternal affection, and seemter observed, and a taste for learning diffus-ingly enshrined in the hearts of the whole ed through society, which we shall seek in British people.

seminary has been endowed and permanently established in the British empire, nor the education of woman recognized as necessary by the English government, or provided for by the public, in any manner. What would the sous of old England have done to advance science and arts, learning and religion, hađ their mental improvement been as little cared for as that of her daughters has been? And yet, notwithstanding all this neglect, these soul-depressing disadvantages, female genius has already added an imperishable wreath to England's fame; and also contributed its full quota to aid in the moral enlightenment of the public mind. But how much greater would have been the advancement in knowledge and virtue, had female education been

vain to find under the kings which preceded With such signal advantages, we will not or followed. Her own strong mind was im-say from nature and fortune, but through the|| bued with the spirit of classical lore, and ordering of a wise Providence, she has also prepared to welcome that burst of intellectu- the inestimable privilege of living in an age al glory with which the genins of a Spencer, when the moral power of right principles, of a Shakespear, a Bacon-has brightened and truth in its simplicity is, in a measure, under-what it ought to be! beautified the English language. Would stood-when woman is taking her true place, It is characteristic of female talent, that its those great lights of poetry and philosophy, side by side, with man, his companion and exercise, almost without exception, has for whose luster still irradiates the civilized helper in the work of civilization and Chris-its aim the promotion of goodness, of happiworld, guiding upward and onward the march tian progress. ness, of purity. of thought and career of fincy-would they have burned with as pure a flame in the gross atmosphere of the brutal Henry, or of the sensual Charles?

And here is an object worthy the ambition Woman has seldom written from the promptof a queen; that of promoting female educa-mgs of ambition, to display her scholarship, tion, and rendering her own sex capable of establish a theory, or to mortify a rival. Nor wielding, judiciously, the immense moral has she written from the desire of pecuniary All high poetic genius is, in its original ele-nfluence they are destined to possess. gain, from party excitement or private friendment, an aspiration for the excellent and the We do not say, with Aime-Martin, that ship. Philanthropy, patriotism, gratitude, beautiful; it seeks for these in all things; its the only universal agent of civilization is symphathy, pure affection and humble devodivine mission is to discern whatever is lovely our mothers:' but we do assert, that on tion-these are her inspirers. Her offerings and good, and so to picture these to the com-maternal influence, more than on any other on the altar of public intelligence are given mon intellect as to exaft the hope and aim of earthly cause, depends the character of the because she dares not withhold them. It is humanity. The degradation of genius which child; and that men will never be wise. while her duty. Her little flower of feeling or fanhas, not unfrequently been effected by licen-women are ignorant. cy may contain a healing virtue, more effica-" tious and tyrannical men in their character of An American lady, visiting Oxford, and cious to society than the fruits gathered from sovereigns (Never by a woman,) is one of the beholding the princely manner in which the the loftiest speculations of man's philosophy most fatal omens of the utter debasement of education of young men had been provided can ever afford. Thus she reasons-and she public morality and private virtue. Had for-that there were accommodations and is right. Count the number of authors who, Dryden lived in the reign of Elizabeth, or provisions for educating ten times the num- during the last sixty years, (since when the under the influence of the good queen Anneber who were actually enjoying the privileges diffusion of knowledge among the people has how different, in all probability, would have of this noble institution, thus justly remarks; only been attempted) and see how large a been his literary career! The reign of the What fountains of wealth have flowed into this proportion of those, whose productions have latter sovereign was resplendant with talent place to build these nineteen massy colleges contributed most to the improvement and enof the highest order. Then arose those giants their various chapels-libraries, and other of learning, whose names have made the appendages. Had some of this money been seventeeth century famous in the history of expended to afford judicious training to the mind. mothers of the youth now upon the stage, it is probable that the colleges, though fewer, would have been better filled, and with more orderly and moral young men than many of the students are reported now to be.'

joyment of the young, to domestic happiness, to the promotion of benevolence and humble piety, are women! Many of these have gone to their reward in that world where there is no distinction of sex, but all the good are as the angels in heaven.

To those eminent female writers who are still active in their intellectual and moral du

due.

That the moral influence of these two female sovereigns aided, in a very essential manner, the development and direction of the literary talent which adorned their respective reigns, we think no one who studies To the cause of female education, as offer-ties, the highest tokens of public regard are the anuals of those times attentively willing the best means of improving the moral doubt. This right moral influence, which condition of society, we hope that Queen Victoria, we are informed, discharges the woman by her nature is formed to exercise Victoria will devote her most sedulous atten- office of queen with a grace and dignity which on all within her sphere, is the power which tion. Judging from the tone of the journals, wins all hearts. She has prorogued and a queen may make so effective in promoting public opinion in England is fast awakening opened parliament, visited in state the city, the highest and best interests of virtue, to the importance of this subject; and the and dined with the lord mayor. But to us, learning, social happiness and national im-time for action has nearly arrived. Let the|| American women, the most interesting act

she has

by no means a handsome young woman.
She is apparently in good spirits, and laughs
frequently.

with taper fingers, loaded with many neat rings.

performed is the unobtrusive one recognizing female talent. She has, we understand, pensioned, from her private purse, three eminent literary ladies, Miss Joanna The queen's neck is longer than the due Baillie, Miss Edgeworth and Miss Mitford. proportion warrants. Her head sits well We hope the report is true, and that this upon it. Her waist is small. Her hands and benefaction is an earnest of the encourage-feet are small; the hands white and plump, ment which she is intending to accord the genius of her own sex. By this means she will acquire a renown pure as virtue and imperishable as thought. Her reign will as far exceed in glory that of all other female sovereigns, as moral exceeds physical power. Semiramis founded the most magnificent city the world ever saw; all that remains is a heap of rubbish.

Zenobia led her armies to battle and conquest, and for a time divided the scepter of the earth with imperial Rome; the sands of the desert now sweep over the palaces of Palmyra.

Isabella of Castile, by her steady confidence in the character of Columbus, and her generous zeal in his favor, deserves to share with him in the glory of discovering a new world. But the event proved to be a fatal evil to her own country and kingdom.

There is no such thing as a glorious, enduring fame for woman that is not based on the moral and intellectual elevation of the human! character.

short.

Were you to see the queen on her throne,
or on a chair, or on horseback, you would
think that she was fully of the middle height,
but when she rises you see that she is of the
dumpy' genius. The fact is she sits as if
she were five feet five inches high, and she
stands more than three inches less. This is
owing to her legs being disproportionably
This disproportion causes her to
walk indifferently-waddling along in fact.
To carry off her want of height, she is fond,
on state occasions, of having her train borne
by two very little pages-youngsters of ten
years old.-But as ill luck would have it, the
Marchioness of Wellesley, Marchioness of
Lansdowne, Countess of Mulgrave, Duchess
of Sutherland, and other ladies about her per-
son, are tall women, and the contrast makes
the queen appear of lower stature than she
really is.

An Anecdote.

Pass like the noon day dream the blossoming days
And he wakes to sorrow.

SLOW sinks the sun beneath the western hills, unerring index of the flight of time. Alteration and decay are written on every thing human. Nature is built of changes; but her bright scenes are withdrawn only to be replaced by others still brighter. Each succeeding day shines with increased splendor on gayer landscapes than before: but the sunshine of the soul, without which the glories of the eternal creation are only mock

ery to the miserable, seldom sets but with
gloomy forewarnings of coming sorrow.
Alas! how frequent those settings-how sure
those warnings.

Like as a Moon beam gliding,
Across the wintery sky:
Or as a wave subsiding

From the rock lone and high;
So are earth's visions cheating
The hopes they cherish,-
Prospects of bliss defeating;
Born but to perish.

THE warlike preparations which have reVictoria has now the opportunity of secur-cently met us on every hand have reminded ing such a wreath of bright honor for herself us of an instance that occurred in Detroit COMPLIMENTARY.-A Yankee and Engas no queen ever before enjoyed. Let her during the last war, for which we were indebt-lish captain, each in a schooner, tried their bear in mind that every added degree of re-ed to the recollections of a friend then and speed in Gibralter bay, when our countryspect to which she can entitle her sex will now resident here. It equals in impertuan beat John Bull all hollow. They met on proportionally exalt her Own character. bable self possession the reply of Lannes to shore next day, and the Englishman swore May she prove, by her own pure example. Napoleon at the siege of Toulan. Lannes had he had never been out sailed before. Just that a woman is worthy to sway the scepter just finished a despatch at Bonaparte's dicta-like me,' said Jonathan, for my Jemima of the greatest empire in the world. EDITOR. tion, leaning on a cannon for a writing desk, never beat nothing afore.' The following description of the personal when a shot from the English ships striking appearance of the queen is extracted from beside him covered his paper with earth: he R. Shelton M'Kenzie's correspondence with coolly observed, thank ye gentlemen, we shall the New-York Star. need no sand this bout.' That incident made the fortune of Lannes, as Bonaparte at once placed him on his staff, but we fear our hero Haverhill, N. H. 81.00; R. W. New-York, $1,00; G. W. M still languished in obscurity.

Letters Containing Remittances, Received at this Office, ending Wednesday last, deducting the amount of Postage paid.

T. W. Claverack, N. Y. $1,00; J. H. New Paltz Landing, N. Y. $1,00; L D W. Perkinsville, Vt. $5,00; D. B. Hartwick, N. Y. $1,00; C. W. Shoreham, Vt. $1,00; P. B H. North Haverhill, N. H. $5,00; W. C. B North Scott, N. Y. $1,00; C. D. P. H. Garoga, N. Y. $5,00; P. M. Bouckville, N. Y.. $5,00; A. M. Albany, N. Y. $1,00;

MARRIED,

At Claverack, on the 17th inst. by the Rev. Mr Sluyter, Mr. Gorham Winslow to Miss June J. Bullock, both of this city.

DIED,

The queen, as you know, was eighteen in May. She is an agreeable-looking young woman, with a blonde complexion (not a clear blonde, but the sodden hue which peo- Within the palisades of a small fort in De-J. P. T. New-York, $1,00. ple get who reside for some time in London.) troit, on what is now the corner of WoodHer eyes and hair are light. She wears her bridge and Griswold street, were stood in the hair in the plainest manner, usually drawn war of 1812 a magnificent pear tree, some behind the ears. In the back it is dressed a two feet in diameter and the pride and delight la Grecq. Her forehead is good—the skin || of the citizens. During one of the cannonatight on it, but not so tight as to give the dings from the opposite shore, it was perglossy appearance of polished marble, which||ceived that this tree served as a mark to looks very ugly. The lips rather full, pout-guide the aim of the enemy's shots, and that ing and red. Her teeth are regular, and no it contributed greatly to annoy and weaken particularly white, nor does she show them the defence. The citizens, all unwilling though much when she speaks. Her nose is almos||they were, resolved to remove this annoyance. aquiline, and I would call it her best feature. A soldier by the name of Miller, and now She has rather high cheek bones, and her face, when looked at in front, appears too broad and flat to be handsome. In a word, she is an agreeable, good-humored looking, but

In this city, on Tuesday last, very suddenly, of a hemorhage of the lungs, Mr. Jonas White, aged 55 years. On the 21st inst. Margaret Elizabeth, daughter of John

I. and Mary H. Gaul, aged 16 months and 17 days.

At Athens, on Sunday the 25th iust. Emily F. daughter of William H. and Emily Spencer, in the 4th year of her

age.

Gone to God.
What could a mother's prayer,

In all its wildest ecstacy of hope,
Ask for its darling like the bliss of heaven!

At Madras, Sept. 23d Mrs. Winslow, wife of the Rev. Rev. Mr. Waterbury, of this city; and on the 23d Sept. an infant daughter of Mr. Winslow.

residing somewhere in this city, was directed Myron Winslow, American Missionary, and sister of the
to cut it down. He proceded cheerfully to
to his task, plied the axe with vigor, but yet
made no rapid progress on the tough old

On the 17th inst. Chester Devoll, in the 33d year of his
On the 23d inst. James Dun, in the 55th year of his age.

age.

ORIGINAL POETRY.

For the Rural Repository.
Soliloquy of a Suicide.

(From an unpublished Drama.)

I marked his desultory pace,
His gestures strange, and varying face,
With many a muttered sound;
And ah! too late aghast I viewed
The reeking blade, the hand imbued ;
He fell, and groaning, grasped in agony the ground.
WARTON.

THICK darkness now o'er canopies the earth,
And all a dreary aspect wears, according well
With the deep midnight gloom that shrouds my soul.
The season too, how emblematical

Of my fell state! The face of nature, that,
So late, a smiling, gay appearance wore-
As once my own in happier moments did-
Is veiled in autumn's sad, funereal pall;
While these low moaning winds, that echo through
The slumbering halls of night, seem weeping for
Creation's charms, all faded and decayed:
So I, in deep desponding mood, now muse,
And sigh for withered hopes and blighted germs
Of happiness. My every bud of joy,
Of purest bliss, is blasted: not a flower
Of virtue or content, whose odor is
The sweetest nectar of our life, now blooms
Within my desert mind; nor e'en a plant
Of innocence or purity there blossoms.
All, all, are withered by the killing weeds
Of vice, or dissipation's Upas breath!

Life hath no longer charms for ine. I've spent
The vernal spring-time of existence mid
The wo-engendering haunts of sin, till shame,
Remorse and horror drive me from the world.
Then farewell friends, companions of my youth,
With whom I sported once with stainless heart:
And farewell sisters kind, and brothers dear;
Fond partners of my infant joys, and ah!
The witnesses of my disgrace! your tears,
That oft in copious fountains flowed at my
Sad erring course, were all poured forth in vain.
Your cautions, sighs and admonitions, -all
Could nought avail, to turn my sinful steps.
O! could I then have heeded your advice ;-
But now repentance comes, alas, too late!
I cannot see you more-nor you my kind
My once-loved parents, whose endearing smile
My early childhood cherished, but whose sobs
Of keen affliction, afterwards, were heard
In bitterest agony of soul for me,
Your wretched and ill-fated child.—No, I
Can never see you more, to hear again
Your warnings, your expostulations warm,

And sharp though just rebukes.-Then farewell all!

The thought of my so damnable career,
Revives the spark of well-remembered guilt,
And makes the fire of anguish and remorse,
Within my heated brain, still hotter burn,
Turning my heart into a very hell!

My harrassed soul, where sin's infernal train
Their maddening, fiendish orgies hold!

Is ripe for the ungodly deed!-So ends my life.
(Stabs himself.)
RURAL BARD.

The Happiest Time.

WHEN are we happiest?-when the light of morn,
Wakes the young roses from their crimson rest;
When cheerful sounds upon the fresh wind borne,

Tell man to resume his work with better zest:
While the bright waters leap from rock to glen--
Are we the happier then?

Alas!-those roses!-they will fade away,
And thunder tempest will deform the sky;
And summer heats bid the spring buds decay.
And the clear sparkling fountain may be dry,
And nothing beauteous may adorn the scene,
To tell what it has been!

When are we happiest?-in the crowded hall,
When fortune smiles, and flatterers bend the knee!
How soon,-how very soon, such pleasures pall!
How fast must falsehood's rainbow coloring flee;
Its prison flowrets prove the sting of care:
We are not happy there!

Are we the happiest, when the evening hearth
Is circled with its crown of living flowers?
When goeth round the laugh of harmless mirth,
And when affection from her bright urn showers
Her richest balm on the dilating heart?

Bliss! is it there thou art?

O, no!-not these, it would be happiness,
Almost like heaven's, if it might always be,
Those brows without one shading of distress,
And wanting nothing but eternity,
But they are things of earth and pass away,
They must, they must decay.

Those voices must grow tremulous with years,
Those smiling brows must wear a tinge of gloom;
Those sparkling eyes be quenched in bitter tears,
And, at the last, close darkly in the tomb.
If happiness depend on them alone,

How quickly it is gone!

When are we happiest, then?-O! when resigned
To whatsoe'er our cup of life may brim;
When we can know ourselves but weak and blind,
Creatures of earth! and trust alone in Him
Who giveth in his mercy, joy or pain,

O we are happiest then!

A Picture.

I SAW a little cherub child,
Disporting at her mother's knee,
And ever and anon she smiled,

In rapture at her own wild glee:
I prayed as I beheld her there,
Her heart might never know a care.
Again I saw her-years had passed,
Since in the blossom of her years

I saw that little infant last-
And in her girlhood, she appears
Even happier than she was before-
But still she was a child no more.

I came again-in all the bloom

Of womanhood she met my eyes;

A flower was in the blossom's room

A richer and a lovelier prize;
A youth was seated at her side,
And with a blush her cheek was dyed.

1 came again! I saw her stand,
Before the altar as a bride.
And clasping in his own her hand,
The same fond youth was at her side;
Bright flowers are blooming in her hair,
And tears and blushes mingle there.

The nuptial revelry is o'er

The gathered crowd has passed away;
I see her not as heretofore,

Upon her happy bridal day;
Those dark eyes swim no more in light,
For tears have dimmed what once was bright
Sorrow is on her, and the lot

Of all that live and love, is hers;
No more the joy from childhood caught,
That lovely maiden's bosom stirs,
Like withered flowers on shivered shrine,
Her hopes upon her heart recline.
Let fall the veil-I would not trace
That maiden to the gloomy tomb,
Gone is the beauty of her face,

She is a flower without its bloom;
If ye would learn why it is so,
Go ask the wine cup-ye will know.

Pleasant Children,

BY THE LATE R. EDMONDSTONE.

EVERY where-every where

Like the butterfly's silver wings,
That are seen by all in the summer air-

We meet with these beautiful things!"
And the low, sweet lisp of the baby child
By a thousand hills is heard,

And the voice of the young heart's laughter wild,
As the voice of a singing bird!

The cradle rocks in the peasant's cot
As it rocks in the noble's hall,
And the brightest gift in the loftiest lot
Is a gift that is given to all;
For the sunny light of childhood's eyes
Is a boon like the common air,
And like the sunshine of the skies,
It falleth every where!

They tell us this old earth no more
By Angel feet is trod-

They bring not now, as they brought of yore,
The oracles of God.

Oh! each of these young human flowers

God's own high message bears,

And we are walking, all our hours,

With Angels, unawares!'

By stifling street and breezy hill,
We meet their spirit mirth:
That such bright hopes should linger till
They take the stains of earth!

Oh! play not those a blessed part,

To whom the boon is given,

To leave their errand with the heart,
And straight return to heaven!

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