pure taste and a classic finish, that give him a rank among our purest writers. ON AN OLD WEDDING-RING. THE DEVICE.-Two hearts united. THE MOTTO.-Dear love of mine, thy heart is mine. I like that ring-that ancient ring, As were the sterling hearts of old. Far, far along the stream of time, The men and days of deeds sublime. But most I like it, as it tells The tale of well-requited love; And youthful faith disdain'd to rove- He won his "fair and blooming bride.” How, till the appointed day arrived, They blamed the lazy-footed hours How, then, the white-robed maiden train Strew'd their glad way with freshest flowers And how, before the holy man, They stood, in all their youthful pride, And spoke those words, and vow'd those vows, All this it tells; the plighted troth— The hand in hand-the heart in heart- I like its old and quaint device; "Two blended hearts"-though time may wear them, No mortal change, no mortal chance, "Till death," shall e'er in sunder tear them. Year after year, 'neath sun and storm, Their hopes in heaven, their trust in GoD, In changeless, heartfelt, holy love, These two the world's rough pathway trod. Age might impair their youthful fires, Their strength might fail, mid life's bleak weather, Still, hand in hand, they travell❜d on Kind souls! they slumber now together. I like its simple poesy too: "Mine own dear love, this heart is thine!" Thine, when the dark storm howls along, As when the cloudless sunbeams shine. Remnant of days departed long, Of heartfelt, holy love the token: THE WATERS OF MARAH. By Marah's stream of bitterness Whene'er affliction o'er thee sheds Then, sufferer, be the prophet's prayer WHAT IS THAT, MOTHER? What is that, Mother?-The lark, my child!- Ever, my child, be thy morn's first lays Tuned, like the lark's, to thy Maker's praise. What is that, Mother?-The dove, my son :- Is flowing out from her gentle breast, Ever, my son, be thou like the dove, In friendship as faithful, as constant in love. What is that, Mother?-The eagle, boy!- Firm, on his own mountain vigor relying, What is that, Mother?-The swan, my love! Live so, my love, that when death shall come, THE CHRISTIAN'S DEATH. Lift not thou the wailing voice, High, in heaven's own light, she dwelleth, Lift for her no voice of wailing! Pour not thou the bitter tear; Heaven its book of comfort opeth; Bids thee sorrow not, nor fear, Heavenly joy her eye is flushing Why should thine with tears be gushing? They who die in CHRIST are bless'd Ours be, then, no thought of grieving! Sweetly with their GoD they rest, All their toils and troubles leaving: Love that to the end endureth, And, through CHRIST, the crown secureth! THOU ART THE WAY. Thou art the WAY-to thee alone Thou art the TRUTH-thy word alone Thou only canst inform the mind Thou art the LIFE-the rending tomb Thou art the WAY-the TRUTH-the LIFE; That TRUTH to keep-that LIFE to win, LYDIA MARIA CHILD. LYDIA MARIA FRANCIS, though born in Massachusetts, spent the early portion of her youth in Maine. Being on a visit to her brother, the Rev. Conyers Francis, of Watertown, in the latter part of 1823, she was inspired to write her first work by reading, in a number of the "North American Review," by Rev. Dr. Palfrey, an article on Yamoyden, in which he eloquently describes the adaptation of early New England history to the purposes of fiction: and in less than two months her first work, "Hobomok," appeared-a tale founded upon the early history of New England. It was received with very great favor, for it contains passages of pathos and power which are certainly extraordinary, coming from so young and untried a hand. The next year appeared the "Rebels,” a tale of the Revolution. In 1826 she was married to David Lee Child, Esq., a lawyer of Boston, and subsequently the editor of the " National Anti-Slavery Standard." In 1827, she commenced the "Juvenile Miscellany," a monthly magazine for children. It was an admirable work, and some of Mrs. Child's best pieces are to be found in it. She next issued the "Frugal Housewife," a work on domestic economy, designed for families of limited means, and a most useful book for all. In 1831, appeared "The Mother's Book," full of excellent counsel for training children; and, in 1832, "The Girl's Book." Soon after, she prepared the lives of Madame de Staël, Madame Roland, Madame Guyon, and Lady Russell, for the "Ladies' Family Library," which were followed by the "Biography of Good Wives," and "The History of the Condition of Women in all Ages," in two volumes. The year 1833 is an important era in the history of this accomplished lady, as in it she took her stand, nobly and ably, upon the side of the great anti-slavery movement, and published "An Appeal for that Class of Americans called Africans," a work of great power, and which produced much sensation. In doing this, she acted according to the generous impulses and conscientious convictions of her own pure heart, and high-toned moral principle, instead of being governed by those base motives of interest which rule the actions of too many women as well as men.1 In 1835, appeared "Philothea," a classical romance of the days of Pericles and Aspasia. This is the most scholarly and elaborate of her productions, and shows an intimate acquaintance with the history and the literature of that age. In 1841, Mr. and Mrs. Child removed from Boston to New York, and became the editors of the "National Anti-Slavery Standard." It need hardly be said that the paper was conducted with signal ability, as well as faithfulness to the righteous cause. But in this wicked world the righteous cause has never been, and probably never will be, the popular one. In the same year she commenced a series of letters for the "Boston Courier," which were afterwards republished in two volumes, with the title of "Letters from New York;" a pleasant series of descriptions of every-day life in that great city, and abounding with philosophical and thoughtful truth. In 1846, Mrs. Child published a collection of her magazine stories under the title of "Fact and Fiction." Her last work, one of the most elaborate she has undertaken, is entitled "The Progress of Religious Ideas, embracing a view of every form of belief, from the most ancient Hindoo records, to the complete establishment of the Papal Church." Of Mrs. Child's writings, an English reviewer thus speaks: "Whatever comes to her from without, whether through the eye or the ear, When this work of Mrs. Child's appeared, Dr. Channing, it is said, was so delighted with it that he at once walked from Boston to Roxbury to see the author, though a stranger to him, and thank her for it. |