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"you have chosen to be so good as to remove for me, I || caused an access of fever, and great suffering. And ought to help you." The widow took a babe on either now again the orange-eaters were full of significance arm, as if they were her comforters. She looked much and gratulation to the widow; but she repelled them, disturbed, and very pale; and making no reply to the saying, “I am not wicked; I thank God that my chilother, she cast her eyes, which were full of tears, up to dren are well." And she expressed to the mother her heaven, and said in a low, sustained, and humble voice, genuine sympathy; and supposing a wound or a bruise “Choose all our changes for us, Lord.” She passed had been received, she said, “I have some opedeldoc into the opposite room and shut the door. And in my room, it is a very good thing." amongst the twenty women that were present, there Now the catastrophe is so signal, and partook so was silence in that hall for three minutes-attesting to much of “poetical justice,” that the reader may think the right feeling for the oppressed party. And when, it a romance; but it did all actually occur in the order with the next tack of the boat, the sun was seen bla-in which I have related it. And perhaps it is not more zing full upon the head of the innocent babe, the un- direct, only more immediate and better revealed to us conscious usurper, the ill-repressed titter and the half-than many a consequence which our apprehensions have malicious smile which passed from face to face, told the been too short-sighted or too dull to retrace to some lady where to look; and she sprang into the state-room, miscalculating perversity of will, where we have pluckimpatiently pulling the door after her, and was hearded disaster upon ourselves, which had been avoided in taxing Nelly for “not keeping the sun out of the a regular course of propriety. room." There she stayed for a quarter of an hour, and When we arrived at Bayou Sara, the widow left the by this time she “was lonesome;" and when she re-boat; and as she was passing out, she of the plantaappeared with her hands full of oranges, which, in tion heard the rest bidding her adieu. She rushed out their luscious ripeness, she dispersed to the company, of her state-room, halloing, “Here, stop," and putting they were as well received as if she had not been con- a heavy bunch of coral into her hand, said, “That is demned by every one present, and as if it had not been for the children;" adding, without much tact, “You decided, by unanimous vote, in her absence, to send her must remember me.” The little widow had got to to Coventry during the rest of the voyage.
know her by this time, and good naturedly accepted An hour afterward, when the widow came out of the gift; and hoping the babe might soon be well, she her room, the lady of the plantation rose alertly and added, with simple good will, “Yes, I shall remember fetched three fine oranges, saying, “I saved them for you.” At which the orange-eaters again were nearly you.” The little widow said, with humane dignity, in acclamation. putting back her hand, “You must excuse me; but A steamboat is a very good place to read the world the children may eat theirs—I thank you.” The oth- at large in little. What ever became of either of them er was neither offended, nor touched, nor surprised—in | I have never heard. fact, she had no delicacy. Selfishness and humorsome One other instance I recollect of the widow, which ness had devoured her sensibilities, and she was a was characteristic, and, in her poverty, tested her prinpetulant, spoiled grown baby. And though I have ciples. The captain came out on the guards where she called her, par excellence, the “lady of the plantation," and myself were sitting together, and told her that if yet it was not because she owned one, and was indulg. | she wished it, he would “take up a pool" for her. She ed in luxury, that she was necessarily such; for many did not at first understand the expression; and when a judicious and excellent lady, amongst others, have I it was explained to her that she might have the avails, seen from the same station. She had been unlucky in or rather the proceeds of an evening's gambling, she her “raising.”
hesitated not, but replied, “No, I must not take that." But the manæuvre of the rooms, though it quelled She thanked the captain gratefully for what he had for the present the lady's restlessness, had not come done for her. to its sequel yet. Our boat had been racing all day I had been much interested for her; and though I long with one of an opposition line; and just at left her surrounded by disastrous circumstances, and dusk, when the light of the horizon dazzled rather than not used to the world, yet, as she was neither rash nor aided the pilot, we were entering what is called a shute, ill-guided—as she was humble, patient, and truly pious, or narrow passage, where the channel is divided by an and as none need famish in our country, I trust that island, and each boat trying to forestall the other of the the widow's God has revealed to her some turn, by way, dashed ahead, when, lo! their boat came with all which she can gain a subsistence for herself and her violence afoul the bows of ours, tearing away the bul- || children.
MATILDA. warks, and probably, but for the intervention of a timber, would have pierced quite into it. The shock of the concussion was very great, and the terror for an in If we had more faith, we should have more commustant was general. And it so happened that the brunt nion with our blessed Lord in his mediatorial office; of the collision was received on the very berth which and by beholding him as praying to the Father to the lady had claimed for her child, and he was reposing send the promised Comforter, how would our expectathere; and though nothing actually came in contact | tions of receiving more abundant power from on high with his head, yet the shock, the terror, and agitation, ll be increased !—Mrs. Mortimer.
But faith points to a land above-
Original. COME TO JESUS.
BY MISS DE FOREST.
'Midst deeply tangled wild woods
And aromatic groves,
And heard the cooing doves;
We gave their nestlings food, And watched the anxious parent
Chirp o'er her tender brood. We sought the humble violet,
The daisy and dew-dropFair emblem of our childhood,
The sweet forget-me-not. The Elysian fields of pleasure
Our youthful feet have trod,
Can truthfully record.
Till memory cease to roam,
“Come to Jesus," saith the Spirit-
Ask of him in faith, believingNone he ever turns aside; Nothing doubting—all receiving
“ONCE MORE AT HOME." ONCE more at home! once more at home!
How joyful is my heart!
And from the dearest part,
And joy like this be known,
Be felt, and seen, and owned ?
So his grace thy heart shall guide.
Once more at home! and O how sweet
Sounds each familiar voice!
And all our hearts rejoice.
In memory clear and bright;
DISTRESS. How many thousands at this very hour
Feel the keen-pointed weapon of distress, Who little thought that his despotic power
Would thus involve their lives in wretchedness!
The only prop of her declining age:
Thrown lone and helpless on the world's rude stage.
a-dozen lessons, would have sufficed to acquaint you with this THE MILLENIUM OF THE APOCALYPSE.-Much is said and essential art.' written of the millenium. Whether we do not err in directing
“Do you remember how we used to laugh at Uncle John, the attention of the Church so frequently to its time and its when he came down from the country, and would tell us that manner is a question. We regret to learn that good men, and
we did not know any thing? Vain-glorying as we were, in beworthy ministers, are turning from the very labors which musting the first scholars in Madame C.'s school; 'Learn to make bring it about, to deliver themselves of their speculations in bread, girls,' he would say, 'the staff of life-learn to make regard to its near approach, and its visible aspects. Professor bread.' Bush published a work some years since on this subject, and a
“But I know how to make cake, Uncle, you replied. 'Fidsecond edition is now issued, which, from the temper of the dle de dee!' said Uncle John, that is an easy matter-but times, will find a ready sale. Its author is erudite, and all his learn to make bread. Did you ever hear, girls, the story of the productions are clothed with interest. He argues that the mil. || Queen of France, who, when she was told her subjecis wanted lenium proper is past, though great prosperity yet awaits the bread, asked why they did not give them cake ?' 'I do not un. Church. We prefer, however, such appeals to the Churches derstand you, Uncle,' said I. 'Perhaps not, but you may one as come to us from the pen of Harris. Zion needs to be told of these days.' Poor Uncle John, it seemed to me his ghost was what she shall do to hasten on the triumphs of the Gospel, and at my elbow while I was watching that bread. I could make she needs to be roused by strong appeal, and set to the doing || cake-so could Rose. I once made some on a wager, under of it. Mr. Bush, Mr. Miller, and all those who inculcate the the eye of my mother's pastry-cook, but of what use was cake theory of either, may entertain the curious, but this is not the when we wanted bread. best service that can be rendered to mankind.
"To return to my story. While I was lamenting my goodMeans and Ends, or Self-TRAINING. By Miss Sedgwick. for-nothingness, my husband came in, and asked if he should Ilarper & Brothers.-Few works of its class equal in merit unpack my piano? 'No-no,' I cried, “I never will touch my this little book, which blends so much profit and amusement piano again till I know how to make bread. Get me a horse,
if you love me, and let me ride over to that woman, and ask that we know not which to admire most, its wit or its doctrine.
what she meant by sending me those detestable turnpike empIt admonishes young ladies in high life of many things which even their indulgent mothers are prone to forget. We cannot tyings. By the time I got to Mrs. Gates', my feelings were refuse the following extract from a letter of a New York lady, I somewhat subdued; so that I asked, very meekly, for direc
tions how to use the turnpikes. who moved to the west, and found that house-keeping on the
« Gracious me!' exclaimed the good woman, 'I thought you frontiers was not the same thing as in New York: “ The first morning after our arrival, I determined to be en
knew as much as that!' I blushingly confessed I did not, and
she gave me the directions. I went home, kneaded up my ergetic, and do my best to make my family comfortable till I could supply Anne's place, so I hurried on my dressing-gown,
bread, and that evening's meal on the nice light loaf of my own and went down to the kitchen to make the coffee. But how making, was, it seems to me, one of the happiest of my life.” was it to be made? I ran up to ask Rose. She had 'always
BUNYAN'S “HOLY WAR."-This and Pilgrim's Progress, the seen it made in a grecque,' so had I, but we had none. I principal works of the celebrated John Bunyan, will immorthought if I let it soak long enough in boiling water, it would | talize their author. What has now brought the former to our be as good as if poured through a grecque. Accordingly, I notice, is its re-publication by the American Sunday School soaked it till I had every thing else ready. Anne had left some
Union. The “Holy War" is an allegory, and sets forth paralittle trout all prepared to fry. I put them in a utensil that I dise-that is, the inward paradise of the soul- lost and re-gainknew was called a frying-pan, and there they dried away to a
ed. It details fancifully the conflicts between celestial and incoal. In attempting to cut the bread, I cut my thumb, it has fernal powers for the possession of the town of “Mansoul.” been ever since nearly useless to me!
The edition now issued is illustrated by numerous engravings. “What stuff is that ?' asked my husband, when I poured | The Christian will read this work for profit, and the careless
for amusement. out the coffee. I burst into tears, and confessed my ignorance.
You should have boiled it, my dear,' he said. The next morn WHAT'S TO BE DONE? OR THE WILL AND THE WAY. By ing I did boil it, but it was so thick, it could not be drank. How the Author of " Wealth and Worth." Harper & Brothers.to clarify it, none of us knew-we drink tea for the present. I This is equal, or superior in merit to Wealth and Worth. The have my beds to make, my rooms to sweep, and my tables to story is full of life; and the style is chaste. We understand set, but I am well and strong, and should not mind it, (for I re-that Wealth and Worth has passed already through four edi. ally feel the better for the exercise,) if I only knew how.lions, and another is forth-coming. This is almost unpreceAnne left us a large baking of bread. I looked forward with dented. If any stories are of a good moral tendency, these dismay to the time when that should be eaten up.
are among the best, and should by all means supplant others reduced to the last loaf, and I begged my husband to ride over in the hands of the young. to the nearest neighbor's (two miles) and get me some leaven- CHARLES Elwood, OR THE INFIDEL CONVERTED. By 0. for I knew that bread required leaven, though not how to make | A. Brownson.-- This book of poetic fiction was lately loaned it, and unfortunately, my receipt-book was in a package of us by a friend, who had read it with great admiration of its books not yet arrived.
style, which she strangely characterized as a more than sim" The good dame sent me some hard, bitter cakes, which she plicity itself.” It is the product of a distempered brain, and a called "turnpike emptyings.' How to apply them I did not mal-verted heart. Yet its abominations come forth with all know, but I grated them into my flour, and I rose in my own possible grace of expression. Its doctrine is arsenic; but it is esteem: but, alas! my bread did not rise! You laugh, my dear ministered in a cup of clarified honey. Read the following friend ; I laugh, too, sometimes; but, I assure you that I cry | paragraph: much oftener. All day, and all night, I waited for the dough “The last time I had seen him, he was on the anxious seats, to rise. In the morning, it was the same lump as when I || where he succeeded in becoming converted. He was now a mixed it. My husband suggested it might rise in the oven; | saint, and could address his former friends and associates as this seemed to me a bright thought, and into the oven it went; || sinners. Conversion operates differently on different subjects. but, alas! it came out even more solid than it went in. My Some it makes better, manward as well as Godward, sweetenchildren were actually crying for bread, and I had nothing bet- ing their dispositions, elevating their feelings and aims; others ter than a stone to give them. I went to my room. My beau- it makes decidedly worse. By persuading them that they are tisul Petrarca was lying on the table. I looked at it for a mo-saints, it permits them to fancy that they can do no wrong bement with a sort of lothing. I would gladly have given all my cause they are saints. Of this latter class was my friend knowledge of Italian, of which I have felt proud, to know how || George. Religion had in him, combined with a harsh, haughty to make bread! But,' said my conscience, 'you might read | and vindictive temper, and had given him the courage to disItalian, and make bread, too. The time spent in getting hall. ll play what he had previously studied to conceal."
Mr. Brownson is the converted infidel (?)—the hero of his | Unitarians, the Swedenborgians, the Baptists, the Presbyteown tale.
We do not impeach Mr. Brownson of any other sin | rians, and the Catholics, have each one or more in this city. than heresy, for we know nothing of him; but we warn our 2. Within a circle of twenty miles there are from twenty to readers against his book. They ought not to dwell in the house thirty thousand Methodists to support such an institution. with it. It is worse than all plagues.
Many of these are wealthy. The city and its suburbs alone The Classic, OR COLLEGE Monthly.—The first number contain three thousand members, and these are lending their of the third volume appears in a new and attractive dress. Ils support to schools of other denominations-some to Catholics, frontispiece is embellished with a good lithographic view of the and some to Protestants. buildings and grounds of the Wesleyan University. This
3. Providence--in the order of which men should always monthly sustains itself well, and great praise is due to Profes. strive to act--seems to open the way for this enterprise. Many sor Willet, its editor, and his collaborators, for their efforts. leading members of the Church have been stirred up to new Such a periodical must subserve an important end in provo- zeal on the subject. In regard to teachers, the way has been king the efforts of young collegians to produce something wor- opened to procure such as it is deemed are best suited to susthy of the press. Composition is too much neglected in all our lain and advance the enterprise. academies and universities. This beautiful monthly will, we
The school, then, will be opened according to the tenor of trust, cure this evil in our Wesleyan University. Let the work
notices which have appeared in the Western Christian Advobe sufficiently sober, (not, however, losing its literary aspect,) cate. Provisional arrangements have been made, which are and the whole Church will be interested in its success.
We perfectly satisfactory to the movers and early patrons of this utter no complaints, for the Classic has, in the main, been sup-plan; and all that is required to render the seminary ultimateplied with very excellent matter.
ly one of the very best in the land is a hearty co-operation of
the members and friends of the Church. We commit the cause The MagnoLIA, OR SOUTHERN Monthly, edited by P. G. Pendleton, is about to be removed from Savannah, Ga., to
to God, in whose name, and by whose blessing it has been Charleston, $. C. This periodical has been enlarged. Its me.
planned, and so far executed. chanical appearance is respectable, and its correspondents are MISFORTUNES OF A CORRESPONDENT._"Mr. Editor-After the best writers of the south. It has of late become more grave, being shut up two long months by a violent fall from a horse, I and several of its articles are among the very best presented to am restored again so far as to be up and walk about with a the American public.
staff. As to correspondence, I have lost all the poetry of the The KNICKERBOCKER.-The first number of volume twenti- year. The time of gathering flowers saw me prostrated on a eth is a pledge of coming entertainment w the numerous read-bed of thorns. ers of this fashionable magazine. This periodical is too well
“ Mr. H.'s * Address to the Moon' is not quite equal to some known all over the land to require any notice of its beauties or of his contributions. As to his doctrine, I deem him heterodox. blemishes from us. It is probably the best magazine of its I never could think of locating heaven in the moon with him, class; and if we were readers of the fashionable literature of or in the stars with 'Amelia,' or in the sun with somebody else. the day, the Knickerbocker would be our first choice, and our Away in the invisible regions of God's immensity I would lo. second would be
cate that blessed world, whither Jesus is gone 'to prepare a GRAHAM'S MAGAZINB-a splendid work, with its inimitable place for his redeemed. And often do my glad thoughts soar steel and mezzotinto engravings, to say nothing of its fashions to that happy region, and rove, as fancy may, amid its immorfor every month, which will suit others, though it should offend
tal verdure-its living fountains, and fadeless flowers, with the us. Surely little can be done in the way of improvement, be- from the shadowy cloud, the silvery moon, or the glowing stars.
dear friends I have lost. To me departed friends do not smile yond the seeming perfection displayed in the paper, typogra I hear not their voices in the breeze, as some romantically afphy, embellishments, and, if the world will have it, the wellwrought fiction of Graham's Magazine.
fect to do. No. They are gone, and are out of sight. Their smiles are as a light that has been quenched, and their voices as music that has died away."
This epistle unfolds one important truth, namely, if poets EDITOR'S TABLE.
are, as is alledged, immortal, their life is not secure from misFemale SEMINARY IN CINCINNATI.-For several months fortunes and trials. They suffer like other men. We thank past, efforts have been made to mature a plan for a Female Colour correspondent for these fine touches of criticism. In the legiate Institute in this city. The following is an outline of the meantime let her be sympathetically admonished to “levy plan adopted by leading members of the Methodist Episcopal a tax on her misfortunes, and rise by her fall.” The cross Church :
providences of life have a profitable moral in them. The fall, 1. It is proposed to have the institution chartered with author- the bruises, and the staff of our friend, teach lessons of great ity to confer degrees.
moment. The fall represents the ruin of our race by trans2. To procure extensive grounds, and erect buildings adapted | gression. The bruises are a token of the wounds of the soul, to the character of the enterprise.
under the violence and the torture of sin. The staff reminds 3. To teach all the sciences usually pursued at American one of the soul's dependence on God, without whom “ we can colleges, together with all the ornamental branches which a do nothing." It is an emblem of the Savior's supporting powsober regard to morality and religion will warrant.
er. The arm of his strength is reached forth for the aid of all 4. To provide an excellent faculty of instruction and disci-| that seek him. As the staff will soon be thrown aside, so the pline.
soul will soon cast off its weights, and soar abroad in the "re5. To have a normal department for the purpose of training | gions of God's immensity.” It is true that a crippled state is female teachers.
one of temporary deformity, but this excites pity, and how 6. To pay special regard to the moral and religious training sweet it is to have the sympathy of friends! And no comeli. of the pupils. And,
ness is like that of patient suffering. May our correspondent 7. To make it thoroughly Wesleyan in its character; or, in isoon take the harp and walk forth into the green fields! It is other words, build a Methodist seminary.
not yet 100 late for generous musings. If the juicy riches of The warrant for this enterprise is found,
spring are past, here comes staid autumn. The poet can sing 1. In the entire destitution of this city and its vicinity. We of ripe and sustaining fruits as well as of weeping dews, vernal have no Methodist female seminary in the southwestern part of showers, or May-day roses, bursting into beauty from their Ohio. Nearly every other branch of the Church in this region greep, swelling buds. Let her try the death is not the birth is cherishing one or more institutions of the kind. They are, of all things. Sing of the falling leaf, if it be too late for to be sure, mostly private seminaries, but they exert an influ-l the blush and bloom of nature. For surely mortals must fade ence in favor of the several denominations to which their re- away, and should be taught to look on the emblems of their spective teachers belong. The Protestant Episcopalians, the destiny.