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acts which violate the decencies of civilized life. An eminent statesman of this country, who had returned from the court of France, was asked whether gentlemen smoked in France? “Gentlemen,” said he, “smoke nowhere."
7 The Americans are remarkable for neglecting the teeth. Paley says that “God did not make the teeth to ache." It is the most unpardonable neglect that makes them ache. The teeth were given to us for many highly necessary purposes. They are indispensable in preparing food for the stomach ; equally so in speech. They may be highly ornamental, or otherwise. They suffer as much as the skin by neglect; and they make known their complaints, when neglected, in a manner which
cannot be disregarded. Notwithstanding these things 8 are so, probably not one child in some hundreds, in the
United States, knows that there is such a thing as a' brush for the teeth. Whatsoever the Creator has given to us, he has required of us to use according to his laws, and, consequently, we are to preserve what he has given to be used. This is not the less true of the teeth, than it is of the eyes, the muscles, or the diges tive power. We frequently see males and females, whose intelligent and pleasing expression of countenance prepossesses us in their favor, but the minute 9 they go to speak, and laugh, the charm vanishes, and
we feel a sensation of disappointment at the disclosure which they make. This is the consequence of ignorance or neglect, for which parents are directly chargeable. Ignorance is not an excuse for the violation of any plain law of nature. Voluntary neglect aggravates the wrong. If a child has once learned the comfort of cleanliness in this respect, he will duly value it, and never give it up.
Gertrude.-MRS. HEMANS. The Baron Von der Wart, accused, though it is believed unjustly, as an accomplice in the assassination of the Emperor. Albert, was bound
alive on the wheel, and aitendred by his wife Gertrude, throughout his last ayonizing moments, with the most heroic fidelity. sufferings, and those of her unfortunate liusband, are most affectingly de ribed in a letter which she afterward addressed to a female friend. ani which was published some years ago at Haarlem, in a book enti
tled " Gertrude Von der Wart, or Fidelity unto Death.” 1 Her hands were clasped, her dark eyes
All that she loved was there.
The holy heaven above;
The might of earthly love.
“My Rudolph! say not so! This is no time to quit thy side,
Peace, peace! I cannot go.
When death is on thy brow?
I will not leave thee now?
Of glory and of bliss,
To strengthen me through this !
Bear on, bear nobly on!
Whose rest shall soon be won.”
4 And were not these high words to flow
From Woman's breaking heart?
She bore her lofty part:
With such a curdling cheek-
Thou, only thou; shouldst speak! 5. The winds rose high-but with them rose
Her voice that he might hear;
Perchance that dark hour brought repose
To happy bosoms near:
Beside his tortured form,
Forth on the rushing storm-
With her pale hands and soft,
Had stilled his heart so oft.
She bathed his lips with dew,
As Joy and Hope ne'er knew.
Enduring to the last !
And his worn spirit passed.
She knelt on that sad spot,
Strength to forsake it not!
The Disabled Soldier:-GOLDSMITH. 1 No observation is more common, and at the same time more true, than that, “one half of the world is ignorant how the other half lives.” The misfortunes of the great are held up to engage our attention; are enlarged upon in tones of declamation ; and the world is called upon to gaze at the noble sufferers; the great, under the pressure of calamity, are conscious of several others sympathising with their distress; and have, at once, the comfort of admiration and pity:
There is nothing magnanimous in bearing misfor2 tunes with fortitude when the whole world is looking
on; men in such circumstances will act bravely even from motives of vanity : but he who, in the vale of obscurity can brave adversity ; who, without friends, to encourage, acquaintances to pity, or even without hope, to alleviate his misfortunes, can behave with tranquillity and in difference, is truly great; whether peasant or courtier, he deserves admiration, and should be held up for our imitation and respect.
While the slightest inconveniences of the great are 3 inagnified into calamities; while tragedy mouths out
their sufferings in all the strains of eloquence; the miseries of the poor are entirely disregarded ; and yet some of the lower ranks of people undergo more real hardships in one day, than those of a more exalted sțation suffer in their whole lives. It is inconceivable what difficulties the meanest of our common sailors and soldiers endure without murmuring or regret; without passionately declaiming against Providence, or
calling on their fellows to be gazers on their intrepid4ity. Every day is to them a day of misery, and yet they entertain their hard fate without repining.
With what indignation do I hear an Ovid, a.Cicero, or a Rabutin, complain of their misfortunes and hardships, whose greatest calamity was, that of being unable to visit a certain spot of earth, to which they had foolishly attached an idea of happiness!, Their distresses, were pleasures compared to what puy of the adventuring poor every day endure without nfurmuring, They ate, drank, and slept ; they had slaves to attend 5 them, and were sure of subsistence for life; while
many of their fellow-creatures are obliged to wander, without a friend to comfort or assist them, and even without a shelter from the severity of the season.
I have been led into these reflections from accidentally meeting, some days ago, a poor fellow, whom I knew when a boy,dressed in a sailor's jacket, and beg. ging at one of thë outlets of the town, with a wooden leg. I knew him to be honest and industrious, when in
the country, and was curious to learn what had redu6 ced him to his present situation. Wherefore, after giving him what I thought proper, I desired to know the history of his life and misfortunes, and the manner in which he was reduced to his present distress. The,
disabled soldier, for such he was, though dressed in a sailor's habit, scratching his head, and leaning on his crutch, put himself into an attitude to comply with my request, and gave me his history as follows:
“As for my misfortunes, master, I can't pretend to have gone through any more than other folks : for ex7 cept the loss of iny limb, and my being obliged to beg,
I don't know any reason, thank Heaven, that I have to complain ; there is Bill Tibbs, of our regiment, he has lost both his legs, and an eye to boot; but, thank Heaven, it is not so bad with me yet.
“I was born in Shropshire'; my father was a laborer, and died when I was five years old, so I was put upon the parish. As he had been a wandering sort of a man, the parishioners were not able to tell to what parish I
belonged, or where I was born, so they sent me to an8 other parish, and that parish sent me to a third. I
thought, in my heart, they kept sending me about so long, that they would not let me be born in any parish at all; but at last however, they fixed me.
I had some disposition to be a scholar, and was resolved at least to know my letters; but the master of the workhouse put me to business as soon as I was able to handle a mallet; and here. I lived an easy, kind of a life for five years, I only wrought ten hours in the day, and had
my meat and drink provided for my labor. It is true, 9 I was not suffered to stir out of the house, for fear, as they said I should run away ; but what of that? I'ħađ the liberty of the whole house, and the yard before the door, and that was enough for me. I was then bound out to a farmer, where I was up both early and late; but I ate and drank well, and liked my business well. enough, till he died, when I was obliged to provide for myself; so I was resolved to go and seek my fortune..
“ In this manner I went from town to towni, worked when I could get employment, and starved when I 10 could get none; when happening one day to go through a field belonging to a justice of the peace, I spied å hare crossing the path just before, me ; and I believe the devil put it into my head to fling my stick at it: well, what will you have on't? I killed the hare, and was bringing it away in triumph, when the justice him.