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Queen of Scots. This occurred, A. D.,tuated by this policy, she had maintained the friendship of the protestant party After her husband's death, Scotland in her kingdom by large promises and was governed by a regency, as the temporary protection from Catholic next heir to the crown, was the infant persecution. The Catholics, she kept unMary. The Earl of Arran was appoint-der her power through the vast ecclesied to this elevated post by the voice of astical prerogatives that were then atthe nation. His administration becom-tached to the crown of Scotland, the prining unpopular and his military power be- cipal and richest benefices being in its ing broken by the actual destruction of gift. By this power she controlled the ten thousand troops who fell in a battle leaders of the papal party, and thus held with the English, it became necessary to both parties in her interest. call in the aid of France to prevent Scot- But the time arrived, in which the poland from becoming a mere fief of its litic Queen thought it necessary to throw powerful neighbor. off the mask and openly aid the papists,

At this crisis, Mary of Guise stepped who were panting for the martyr-blood forth from her previous retirement. She of the growing and hated protestant perceived that her influence with France party. To this she was urged by the was, on account of her birth, invaluable commands of her brothers, the Guises, in to Scotland, and she determined to use it France, who having married the young as a stepping stone to the regency. By Mary to the Dauphin of France, claimed deep policy and persevering effort, she for her, the crown and throne of England, succeeded; the Earl of Arran retired in opposition to the claims of Elizabeth, from his uneasy honors, and Mary assum- who had just ascended to that lofty eleed the office and functions of the Regen-vation. In carrying out this purpose, it cy. Her success is the more remarkable, was necessary to humble the protestant when it is remembered, than she was the power in Scotland, and Mary of Guise first woman who ever filled the Scottish was required to become their instrument throne. in this part of their plan, and she blindly

Her first step after gaining this lofty devoted to the French interest, consenteminence rendered her extremely unpop- ed.

ular among the high-spirited Scots. She Having determined upon this policy, very impolitically appointed her French she began to develope it with her usual friends to the various offices of trust and decision. The decisions of a popish conprofit round her person, and by favoring vocation were ratified, a proclamation the schemes of the French monarch was issued requiring conformity to the against England, in violation of the true Popish ritual, and she openly declared interests of her own kingdom, she add- her intention to exterminate the protestant ed to her unpopularity, and was much religion in Scotland ! She next summortified and humbled by the refusal or moned many of the reformers to Stirling the barons to bring their forces to her to undergo the formula of a trial; upon this the people took alarm, and immense Still,she maintained a powerful influence multitudes assembled to witness the trial over the councils of the nation, by the of their beloved pastors. So numerous exercise of a profound policy, which, were they, that Mary trembled for her however severely it is, and ought to be own safety, and promised to stop the tricondemned by religion, is considered a al if they would advance no further. Bedesideratum in the political world. Ac-lieving her sincere, they obeyed and dis

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persed; when the Queen meanly sum-Were temptations no dirt-loving rogue.

moned them again, and upon their nonappearance, condemned them as outlaws.

could withstand,

But to swing on the gate-rails, to clamber and ride,

pride;

This ignoble artifice fired the people Was the utmost of pleasure, of glory and The And the ear of the victor or carriage of state, Never carried such hearts as the old farm gate.

'Twas here where the miller's son passed to and fro,

with a boundless indignation. storm broke in violence on her head; the country rose in arms; Perth, Stirling, Edinburg fell into the hands of the reformers, and at one moment it seemed as if the black night of popery had ceased forever to darken the proud hills of Now pensively leaning, now turning his Scotland. But owing to the impossibil

When the moon was above, and the glowworm below;

stick,

He lov'd, oh! he lov'd, and had promised to wait

ity of keeping an army long together the While the moments grew long and his beart throbb'd quick. protestant leaders were soon left without Why, why did he linger so restlessly there, an efficient force to retain their con- With church-going vestment and sprucely c-mb'd hair? quests; and Mary re-took all the towns! that had fallen into the hands of her adversaries. She also strengthened her For the one he ador'd, at the old farm-gate. power by a reinforcement of a thousand Twas here where the grey-headed gossips French troops, whose coming added not a little to the alarm and dissatisfaction of the Scots.

would meet;

And the falling of markets, or the goodness of wheat;

This field lying fallow-that heifer just bought

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Were favorite themes for discussion and thought.

Mary was now fairly and openly at issue with her subjects. She had so openly decided to destroy the growth of prot-The merits and thoughts of a neighbor just estantism, that that party had now no hope but in opposing force to force; and The hopes of a couple about to be wed— The Parliament doings, the bill and de

by her artifices, she had entirely destroy-
ed all confidence in her integrity.
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THE OLD FARM GATE...

BY MRS. E, COOK.

Where, where is the gate that once served to divide

The elm-shaded lane from the dusty road-
side!

I like not this barrier gaily bedight,
With its glittering latch, and its trellis or
white,

dead,

bate

Were all canvass'd and weighed at the old farm-gate.

'Twas over that gate taught Pincher to bound,

With the strength of a steed and the grace of a hound.

The beagle might hunt, and the spaniel might swim,

But none could leap over that postern like him.

When Dobbin was saddled for mirth-making trip,

And

the quickly pull'd willow-branch served for a whip,

It is scenery, I own-yet, oh! dearer by far Was the red-rusted hinge and the weather-Spite of lugging and tugging, he'd stand warp'd bar.

for his freight,

Here are fashion and form of a modernized When he climbed on his back from the

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In the shadows of twilight or sunny mid-But, give me the joy and the freshness of

er to play,

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For the stream running nigh, and the hil-When, away on some sport-the old gate slamm'd behind

The Widow's Charge at her Daughter's Bridal.

Iv'e listen'd to music, but none that could|| speak

In such tones to my heart as the teeth-setting creak,

That broke on my ear when the night had worn late,

And the dear ones came home through the
old farm-gate.

Oh! fair is the barrier taking its place,
But it darkens a picture my soul longed to

trace

I sigh to behold the rough staple and hasp, And the nails that my growing hand scarcely could clasp,

MATERNITY.

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Lo! at the couch where infant beauty

sleeps,

Her silent watch the mournful mother keeps;

She,while the lovely babe unconscious lies, Smiles on her slumbering child with pensive eyes,

And weaves a song of melancholy joy.”

The softest, sweetest, the most delicate and touching feature in the domestic circle, is where maternal solicitude discovers itself in the thousand nameless little attentions towards lovely innocence. The the task of delineating the expressive, the

Oh! how strangely the warm spirit grudg-pencil of Raphael would be inadequate to

es to part

With the commonest relic once link'd to soul-thrilling gaze of her whose throbbing the heart; breast beats affection to the precious little And the brightest of fortunes-the kindli-one, lent her from the skies. The oper ing charms of spring in its livery of green,

est fate-

Would not banish my love for the old the harmony of inspiring sounds from un

farm-gate.

The Mother.

THE WIDOW'S CHARGE, AT HER
DAUGHTER'S BRIDAL.

BY MRS. L. H. SIGOURNEY.

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fettered brooks, the newly-peopled woods and groves,may be considered as affording pictures of the unfolding beauties of infant loveliness, and the pleasing train of buoyant thoughts that are imaged up by the fond mother, while fancying herself already repaid for all her cares and tears,and anxieties. These moments are the most Deal gently, thou, whose hand has won, delicious of her existence-moments of The young bird from the nest away, bliss on which she revels. Her feelings, Where careless 'neath a vernal sun it is true, are awake, and every pulsation She gaily caroll'd day by dayof her soul trembles like leaves when kisThe haunt is lone,-the heart must grieve, sed by whispering breezes. But we speak From whence her timid wing doth soar, of feelings we are incapable of compreThey pensive list, at hush of eve,

Yet hear her gushing song no more.
Deal gently with her,-thou art dear,
Beyond what vestal lips have told,
And like a lamb, from fountain clear,

She turns confiding to the fold;
She round thy sweet domestic bower,
The wreathes of changeless love shall
twine,

Watch for thy step at vesper hour,
And blend her holiest prayer with thine.

Deal gently, thou, when far away,

'Mid stranger scenes her foot shall Nor let thy tender cares decay,

rove,

The soul of woman lives in love;
And should'st thou, wandering, mark a tear
Unconscious from her eyelid break,

Be pitiful, and soothe the fear,

hending-feelings attuned only to the fairest and loveliest of God's works, and felt only by them, to which man must, at least in part, ever remain a stranger.

"IS HE RICH ?"

Many a sigh is heaved, many a heart is broken, many a life is rendered miserable, by the terrible infatuation which parents often manifest in choosing a life-companion for their daughters. How is it possible for happiness to result from the union of two principles so diametrically opposed to each other in every point, as virtue is o vice! And yet, how often is wealth considered a better recommendation to a young man than virtue. How often is the first question which is asked respecting the suitor of a daughter, this: Is he rich? Yes,

That man's strong heart can ne'er par- he abounds in wealth; but does that af

take.

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ford any evidence that he will make a kind and affectionate husband? Is he rich ?* Yes, his clothing is purple and fine linen, and he fares sumptuously every day;' but can you infer from this that he is virtuous? Is he rich? Yes, he has thousands floating on every ocean; but do not riches sometimes take to themselves wings and fly away and will you consent that your

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Editorial.

daughter shall marry a man who has nothing to recommend him but his wealth ?Ah, beware! the gilded bait sometimes WEALTH.-While nearly every person covers a bearded hook. Ask not then, 'Is desires wealth, very few obtain it. Most he rich but Is he virtuous ?' Ask not,

if he has wealth, but has he honor? and die in the act of pursuing it. Its influence do not sacrifice your daughter's peace for on the pursuer is extremely delusive.—

money.

Religion.

For the Ladies' Pearl.
STANZAS.

As fade the rainbow tints away,
When Sol descends bebind the west,
Or darkling clouds obscure his ray,
And on his surface dimly rest;
As the golden tinge of evening,
When darkness thick o'erspreads the sky;
Or the sombre shades of morning

Flee, when Aurora gleams on high;
As gray mists from the mountain top,
When morning beams break forth apace,
Towards the heavens, ascending up,

Leave their transient resting place;
As the yellow leaves of autumn,

When the winds are rudely blowing,
Fall, because the frost has nipped them,
And the ground around are strewing;
As the flower its sweetness loses,

And quickly withers, and decays;
As the short-lived bloom of roses,
In the fervid summer days;
As the empty bubble floating,

On the peaceful bosomed stream;
Or the smallest insect dancing,

In the bright sun's glowing beam;
As the chime of evening bells,

Dies tremulous upon the ear;
Or the soft echoes from wild dells,

Of a rivulet running near;
So earth's loveliest prospects fade,
And all its pleasures flee away;
So beauty, in the grave is laid,

And joys break up their short-lived stay!
Thus all its hopes, so blooming fair,
As quickly perish and decay;
Its riches toe, as light as air,

Take swiftest wings and fly away;
It's fame's loud note fal's on the ear,

It's honor so enchants to day; The first lasts only while we hear, The latter is as short of stay.

Promising him immediate possession, it nevertheless constantly eludes his grasp,, and yet contrives to make each disappointment a whetstone for his desires. Thus it keeps him in pursuit of shadows, until he one day stumbles into a sepulchre and finds himself poor as in the day of his birth. Yea, and poorer too-for. if he brought nothing into the world, he certainly owed nothing, but he dies insolvent. His insolvency is of the most fearful kind. God is the creditor. And what can man pay the Infinite? He can only remain eternally insolvent in the dark abode of Heaven's criminals.

But wealth has a fictitious influence.Many imagine that the possession of wealth confers extensive influence. This is a mistake, except so far as its influence over dependants is concerned, and where it is

connected with benevolence and virtue.— Aside from this, wealth makes a man envied, suspected of tyranny, exaction and hypocrisy. Visit a country village! Inquire for its rich and its poor, and while you find the poor man with few enemies, his rich neighbor is slandered by almost everybody.

False ideas of wealth too generally prevail. Wealth and happiness, in the practical vocabulary of men, are considered synonymes. Than this, nothing is more. false. Above the supply of our natural wants, wealth is only a care, a burden to its possessor. It is said of George III., King of England, that he once met a stable boy, and inquired what he did, and what he received? The boy replied, he helped round the stable, and received his victuals. and clothes. Then, be content, said the royal philosopher, for 1 have no more!

We should ever prefer virtue to wealth, The former will confer bliss; while the Fitter excites pain and misery. Virtue gives influence; wealth excites envy.

Virtue holds ut a wreath of eternal ver-$2,50 per annum. Messrs. Ela & Hall, dure; while wealth only offers us a wreath |publishers, 37 Cornhill, Boston. of sun flowers, that wither and perish when immortality supersedes mortality.

To CORRESPONDENTS..-"D." is again received, and shall have a place hereafter. ORIGIN OF NEWSPAPERS.-The Italians P. P." is under consideration. He has originated the idea of newspapers. The talents, but they need development. His aristocracy of Venice issued the first in the poetry we must decline. That we may world. It was called Gazetta, either from not appear arbitrary, we insert one verse guzzera, a magpie or chatterer, or from the of it as a specimen :

Latin gaza, which lengthened into gazetta," Friendship's a buoy to raise the soul signified a little treasury of news.

The English, however, soon improved the idea, and the era of the Spanish Armada, in the days of good Queen Bess," marks their introduction there.

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THE VICAR OF BRAY.-"The Vicar of Bray will be Vicar of Bray still," is one of

When blighting cares are hov'ring nigh, When sorrows wrap around its whole, And sighs on sighs do multiply." "Anna" is very acceptable. Will she favor us again soon? Shall we hear from the author of "Alice Thornton" again? Also C. T. C.?

DECREASE OF POPULATION IN ICELAND. our "thousand and one" English proverbs. In the fourteenth century, according to Its origin is found in the fact that the Vicar Haus Finster, a native author of this reof Bray, a town in Berkshire, was first amote country, the population of Iceland was 120,000; but has decreased until it Papist, then a Protestant; afterwards a Panow numbers only about 54,000. pist again, and once more a Protestant, in the reign of Queen Elizabeth!

When reproved for this unprincipled versatility, and charged with being a turncoat, he replied,

Few people know themselves, because they find the study of themselves an employment but little calculated to satisfy either their pride or their vanity.

“Not so, neither! for if I changed my religion, I kept true to my principle; which is, to live und die the Vicar of Bray!" the

We apprehend that this martyr to principle left a large family, since we find many of his posterity among us to the present day.

THE ANGEL'S WHISPER.
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Her beads while she number'd,
The baby still slumber'd,

And smil'd in her face as she bended her

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knee,

"Oh, bless'd be that warning,
My child, thy sleep adorning,
I know that the angels are whispering

to thee.

And while they are keeping,
Bright watch o'er thy sleeping,
pray to them softly, my baby, with me,
And say thou wouldst rather

They'd watch o'er thy father,
For I know that the angels are whispering
with thee.

The dawn of the morning,
Saw Dermot returning,

And the wife wept with joy the child's fa

ther to see,

And closely caressing
Her child with a blessing,
Said, "I knew that the angels were whis-
pering with thee."

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