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ions, who has only known man as a of an immortal one. Wherever such a comrade in villainy or depravity, and man lives, there must be a noble de. woman as a victim or a courtezan : for portment—there must be noble thoughts such a man, though his halls and pala- and expressions-his life must be a ces reek with the incense of art, though lovely poem—his walk and citizenship his galleries are temples to the idolatry a lovely picture-he must breathe his of genius, whatever spirits may minister spirit into his wife, children, friends, to him, whatever majesty bend over or and the whole surrounding circle. His around him, whatever incentives to must be a Home of Taste. mental aspiration are there—such an

(To be continued.) one is dead to the enchantments of true taste. There is not a beauty in the

BEAUTIFUL SKETCH. long corridor but it may suggest a polluting image; and purity, the foundation IF you will go with me now to a glen in principle of all true art and delight in the highlands, and a willow-shaded art, retires from the home of the animal, nook, I will point out to you the very spite of its magnificence and its pomp. spot where years ago there stood a rude

In purity of soul, in that perfect un- / bench, on which many times have I clothing of the soul from passion, defile- seen the fair girl I now write of, sitting, ment, and sin, it is said Taste has its and by which I once saw her kneeling. origin. I would instance, too, as at once The cottage under the hill is occupied the author and educator of a refined by strangers, and its broad halls and Taste, Courtesy; that gentleness and large rooms now ring to the laughter of kindliness, that loving and loveliness, those that knew not her whose gentle which interpenetrates all the children spirit haunts their very chambers. of genius. That cannot be a Home of She was as beautiful as a dream. Taste where the affections do not play Never was holier forehead shaded by most delightfully; and they cannot so raven tresses; never were tresses so play in the home of the vehement and glorious as those. If I tell you that I angry man. That cannot be such a loved Sarah D , you will call me home where children do not appear in an enthusiast, and ascribe my admirathe gentleness of children, and woman tion to my passion. I did love her, in the gentleness of woman. We have but only as a boy worships a being very treatises on politeness, we have rules for far above him. I used to lie at her gentlemanly bearing--rubbish too worth feet on the grass, and gaze into her less to cast behind the fire. There are face, and watch the play of her excelLord Chesterfield's three volumes of lent features. It was there I learned letters, containing admirable knowledge at first how high, and pure, and worof the world, admirable English compo- shipful, humanity may be. sition, and admirable recipes for trans- She was young and beautiful. What forming a human being into a monkey, need to add that she was loved? Surely a machine, a hypocrite, or a villain. It I need not add that she loved, for such has been truly said that the goat which as she live on affection, and die for lack crouched down to allow its brother of it. Her father devoted his fortune goat to pass over its back on the preci- and his life to her; and she was heiress pice, exhibited more true gentility than to a large estate. As might be exis to be found in the whole of Lord pected, she had numberless suitors of Chesterfield's letters. Courtesy is a every rank and variety. I cannot now beautiful thing, it

remember all of them, although I then Makes the rough paths of peevish nature even, kept the run of them tolerably well. And opens in the breast a little heaven.

But, of all, there were only two that It is the due of man to man, not of gen- appeared to have any prospect of suctleman to gentleman-indeed it trans- cess; and the village gossips were ocforms all men into gentlemen. Man cupied in discusssing their relative never exhibits so true, so refined a taste, chances. as when he blends the kindness and Frank R- was the gayest, bestpathos of a loving soul with the dignity hearted fellow in the world; and had

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you seen him on his horse by the side were alone, or only some of the chilof Sarah D-, you would have said dren near, his low voice would be musihe was made for her, so wild was his cal, and she sat entranced in its elolaugh, and so joyous her response. quence. I have seen them seated on Yet, had you been behind the closed the bench by the side of the stream, shutter of the window in front of the and have heard him lead her gentle large white house on the hill, as they soul step by step with him from earth rode by, and had you there watched to stars, and then from star to star, the compressed lip, the broad, calm until she seemed to be in heaven with forehead, the pale face and speaking him, and listening to the praises of the eye of Joseph S as he saw them angels. passing, you would have prayed to God I am unable to tell you how it hapthat that fair girl might belong to that pened that Joseph Snoble man, even as I, a boy, then fession, (which had been the law,) and prayed.

entered the ministry, nor am I able to God has answered my prayers. When state, though I might guess at the the long way was travelled over, and causes operating in his own mind. The the rugged and difficult steep sur- father of Sarah D- was not a relimounted ; when her fairy foot was gious man ; and, I am sorry to say, was pressed on the rock at the summit of one of a small class of men, who not only the hill of life, and her eyes gazed into deny the truths of our most holy creed, the deep blue sky with longing gaze ; but take every opportunity to cast ridithere, even there, beyond the blue, cule on its teachers. It was, therefore, his outstretched arms received her, and with great pain that his daughter obhis embrace was heaven !

served his coldness and rudeness to Go, preach to blocks and stones, ye Joseph S- , and she was not surprised, who believe love is of the clay ! Go, however much grieved, when an open preach to the dead, ye who deny the rupture rendered a suspension of his immortality of the affections. Go, visits at the house absolutely necessary. reason with trees, or hills, or images of They had never spoken of love. Each wood, or with your own motionless, knew the secret of the other's affection, lifeless, icy souls, ye who believe that, and what need then of words to tell it? because there is no marrying yonder, It would have been but the repetition there shall be no embracing, or because of hackneyed phrases. And yet there we may not use the gentle words “my is no music in the world so sweet as wife,” we may not clasp these sanctified those three words, from the lips we love forms in our own holy arms ! I tell to kiss. But the father of our gentle you, man, that immortality would be a friend had feared the existence of some glorious cheat, if with our clay died | bond between them, and peremptorily our first affections. I tell you that required his daughter to break it, if it annihilation would be heaven, if I be- did exist. lieved that, when my head at length She replied to him, relating the simrests on my coffined pillow, and my ple truth, and he desired her to relips sink to the silence and repose of fuse thenceforward to see or speak to death, these loving eyes will never look Joseph. into mine again--this pure clasp never A month of deeper pain than can be around my neck—this holy caress well be imagined succeeded this comwill never bless me more.

mand, during which they did not meet. But see how I hasten in advance of It was on a moon-light night in Aumy story. And yet, like Channing's gust that she walked out with me, (then knife-grinder, I remember now that a boy three years her junior,) and sat I have no story to tell, or at best it is down on the bench by the side of the but a simple history.

stream. The air was clear, the sky She loved Joe. His calm and ear- serene, and no sound disturbed us; nest way of loving her, won her whole but the soft voice of the wind among soul. He did not say much to her in the tree tops made a pleasant music, company, nor of her; but when they and we listened and were silent. The

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stillness was broken by the voice of face of an angel. It wore that same exJoseph S

alted look until she died. You will pardon me if I pass over I think she took cold that night; she that scene. I dare not attempt a de- was never well afterward, and the next scription of it. It was my first lesson winter she passed at the South, returnin human suffering, and though I have ing in the Spring, very fragile, but very learned it over and over since then, beautiful. though the iron has entered my own Joseph S was sent abroad by one soul and seared and scarred it, yet I of the Boards of Missions of the Church; have never seen, nor do I believe I have but his health failed, and he resigned ever felt, more agony than those two his commission, while he travelled felt, as they parted that night no more through the Eastern world. to meet on earth.

Three years fled with their usual He bowed his lips to her forehead, swiftness. To Sarah D- they were and murmured the solemn words, “For very slow and painful years; yet she ever.”

was happy in her quiet way, and no She woke at that word, and exclaimed, one dreamed of the strange tryst she with startling vehemence, No, no;

was longing to keep on the other side there is no such word, Joe.”

of that dark river which men so shrink “We shall not meet again on earth, from. She grew feebler daily as the my gentle one. And what is earth ?" Summer and Autumn advanced, and in

Her tall form grew more queenly, December she was evidently dying. and her dark eye flashed divinely, as One day her mother had been out of she rose and exclaimed, in clear and the house, perhaps making calls. She silvery tones :

returned at evening; and, among other “And what is earth? These things incidents of news which she had learned, must end. I will name a tryst, dear she mentioned to Sarah the death of Joe, and you shall keep it. If you pass her old friend, Joseph Sfirst into the other land, wait for me on The fair girl was reclining in her large the bank; and if I go hence before you, arm chair, looking out through the I will linger on the other shore until closed windows at the snow on the you come. Will you remember? ground, and the pure moonlight which

“I will live and die in this memory." silvered it. There was no startling

She lifted her face to his, and her emotion visible as her mother mentioned arms to his neck, and they clung toge- the fact, which to her was the most ther in a long and passionate embrace. solemn yet the most joyful news the Their lips did not separate, but were world could give; for now, how much pressed close together, until he felt nearer was their meeting! I saw a smile her form cold, and her clasp relaxed, flash across her face as the joyful news and he laid her gently down on the old reached her ear. I saw her forehead seat, bowed over her a moment in prayer raised to feel the caress which I know and was gone. I heard him say, "Take she felt ! She was silent for many care of her W-” and so I strove to minutes, and then spoke in feeble but recall the life that had gone from her musical accents, and I, boyishly, wept lips and cheeks and eyes. It came aloud ! Then she smiled, and looked at slowly, and she woke as we wake in the me with finger upraised, and said, “Wait morning after death has entered our a little while longer, dear W- And charmed circle, with an oppression on then, after a moment, she said, “Mother, the brain, and a swimming, sullen, is the snow very deep?" senselessness of soul.

“Not very, dear. Why did you ask?' At length she remembered all, and “Because, if it were deep, I thought raised herself with a half-articulated it would be difficult for old Mr. Smith exclamation of agony, broken by a sob; to find our lot in the grave-yard. Are then fell on her knees by the bench, all the head-stones covered, mother ?"" and buried her face in her hands, and “What is the matter Sarah? What remained thus for nearly half an hour. if they are covered ?"

When she arose, her face was as the Mother, dear, it is useless to conceal

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it from ourselves, or from one another. life expended in its creation, and to You know, and I quite as well, that I complacently congratulate ourselves am dying. I have not wished to live; merely as the possessors and represen. only for one thing did I long for life, and / tatives of this great result. We estiI dreaded to meet death alone! But mate the action more highly than the now I shall not. W- will tell you actor,--we think more of doing than of what I mean when I am gone. Yes being---of the mansion than the builder gone, dear mother. I shall not be here -of civilization than the citizen; and any longer. This chair will stand here, therefore value each individual in proand I not be anywhere near it. You portion to his capability of contributing, will be here, and father; and you will to the already vast accumulation, his rise and walk about, and visit, and go in isolated products, instead of regarding and out, and sleep, and wake again, society, with all its riches, as the minisand so on day after day, and I shall have ter of his needs, and the sphere of actie no part any longer in your cares and vity for the exercise of his various faculjoys-dear mother;" and as she uttered ties, and the development of his nature. the last two words, she put her arm

Proceeding in this spirit, society has around her mother's neck, and kissed imposed upon its members a countless her fondly, and sank back into her diversity of employments, so subdivided chair again. I sat at her feet watching and simple, that the action needed for her matchless features. A smile was

the performance of each is so monotoflitting across them-now there, now nous, wearying, and purely mechanical, gone; yet each time it appeared, it conjoined with the large proportion of lingered longer than before, until it time necessarily spent in such occupabecame fixed, and so holy, so very holy, tions, that instead of tending to unfold that I grew bewildered as gazed, and the faculties, and stimulate the growth a strange tremor passed through my of the worker, it deadens the feelings, body.

renders obtuse the perceptions, narThe breath of peace was fanning her rows and stupefies the intellectual glorious brow! Her head was bowed powers, and frequently inflicts permaa very little forward, and a tress, escap- nent injury upon the physical frame. ing from its bonds, fell by the side of It is the same upon every department her pure white temple, and close to her of industry, but more particularly in just opened lips. It hung there motion- the wonderful factories of which England less. No breath disturbed the re- is proud, and the products of which pose ! She slept as an angel might have contributed so largely to her extrasleep, having accomplished the mission ordinary wealth and greatness. The of her God.- American paper.

same principles pervade society from the lowest to the highest classes ; science,

philosophy, and even religion, are sub CIVILIZATION AND THE CITIZEN. ject to its sway ; every distinguished

man, with a few rare exceptions, is

sacrificed at its shrine. The fabric of An important element in modern civili- modern civilization consists of an infization is the system of division and sub- nite number of parts, differing in shape division of labour; and doubtless the and size, held together by a cunning rapid elevation which that civilization dovetailing of each with each, and thus has reached, the splendour, wealth, creating a whole by mechanical conjuncluxuriance, and innumerable philoso tion, instead of being an aggregate of phical and mechanical triumphs which independent and individually perfect it boasts, are, in a great measure, attri- atoms, constituting a whole by the atbutable to the application of this system. traction of gravitation. This wonderBut this mighty display has been pur- ful structure, merging the individual in chased at an enormous cost,-perhaps the mass, is justified by its results, as too dearly. In casting up the nett having realized a far greater general value of it all, we are apt to leave out progress than could have been attained of the account the amount of human in the same time by a system which

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should attempt an universal culture livion over his consciousness, and leaves and development of each individual. him to rest in the temporary death of If society be considered in reference to all his moral, intellectual, and voluntary its products, without regard so the wel- power; while the vital economy over fare and destiny of its members, this is which the nerves of organic life prepossibly true; but if the culture and side, unceasingly carries forward its reexpansion of man's individual nature is pairing and renovating operations, in the great aim which our institutions order that he may awake, as by a reshould strive to achieve, then it will be surrection, to a new existence, refreshed seen how allusive and apparent only is and vigorous, and full of health and our progress. It is probable that a happiness in every part. more enlarged view would shew us, that even the advancement of science,

WORDS AND DEEDS. inventions, and the practical application of these-manufactures, would not be For the progress of the human race retarded in the long run,--say a cycle something more is needed than prophecy of centuries,- by a careful and general and song : after all, our sublime ideals, unfolding of each individual. The slow to avail aught in the perfectioning of progress made in the beginning would mankind, must be consolidated in subbe compensated for by the rapidity lime lives ; action is greater than speech. which would be subsequently acquired. An absolute advance of humanity and

civilization can only be accomplished by

transmitting great thoughts into great SLEEP.

facts—by unfolding and enlarging on SLEEP is the repose of the organs of ani

our nature, and using these new acmal life, in order to afford the vital quisitions as the successive stepping

stones of our ascent. economy an opportunity to replenish and repair the exhaustion and waste Many say that Jesuitism is on the in. which they have sustained from pre

crease in this country. What can be vious exercise, and perhaps abuse. How done by Protestants to stop its growth? beautiful, therefore, is man in this respect To vote or burn it down will hardly be adapted to the natural world in which he the true method.

To us the proper lives. While light surrounds him he

course seems to be this : to found bethas organs adapted to perceive it, and

ter schools, and to seek out more selfby its aid to perceive the visual pro- sacrificing labourers, more earnest misperties of things; and while, with this sionaries, more persuasive preachers. advantage, he is able to direct his course

Let Protestantism quit scolding, and whithersoever he may choose, and to

live out a better Christianity than whatever objects he may desire, he has Jesuitism, and the latter cannot succeed. organs adapted to the olfactory, gusta- None should be ashamed of work, tory, and tangible properties of things, for none need be. It is the idler by which he can hear, smell, taste, and who should blush. Nothing desirable, touch, and he has powers by which he or good, or great, or glorious, can be can think, reflect, judge, reason, will, obtained without labour-labour of and act, and thus fulfil the functions some kind, either of the hand or of the and the final causes of his organs of head, generally of both combined. The external relation, and supply the wants hard, horny hand of labour is more of the internal domain. But when the honourable to its possessor than the light fades away, and darkness gathers delicate jewelled fingers of “privileged” around him like the pall of death, his indolence; the sun-burnt brow more vision is blotted out, and he no longer worthy of a coronet, than the head of needs the service of any of his special the titled idler. No man is sent into senses, nor any of the powers of animal the world without a purpose; he has life; and when these all naturally re- labour of some kind to perform, some quire repose, then nature, with a bland post to fill in the great workshop, and and soothing influence, gently seals up if he refuse to fill it, humanity, as well his senses, and draws the shroud of ob- as himself, suffers for that refusal.

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