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I I VOLUME i OXFORD, N. C. JAOTAKI iSSdfevi i 1 1 4 folded on the breast, already at any moment io i Jilissr tft glided over his spirit and slid inte the delight of our childish days, when the Three Spaniards, and the Mysteries of Udolpho, und Waloole's i sicarcelv less extrivaeant romance, the radiapt and peerless Imogen of twenty years ago in the stout and ruddy-faced woman on the platfofml but they acknowledge the imperial thrown out with tremendous force" for that very dttths oi nis soul, giunc r. i i tlbries bursting upon his 1 he doc- upon 'Toll for the brvel The brave that! are no more i All sunk beneathUhe wave, Fast by their native shore! Eight hundred faf tHe brave, Whbse courpejwell was tried, Had made the vessel heel, i And laid her on her side. i i "A land breeze fehaok the shrouds which bothers one when they want i'fo him, and at the end of each leg hooked to enable hitn to cling to whatever he upon.

"'A flea can jump a hundred times own length, which is the same as if a man toe aw-jte, tears' of rapture from his joyful In- terviewere Tolling; down his Long did ti lively impressions- of this charming i dreaHirematn upon his mind, and never rould Poem, by a Southern Lady. r-TI'e following iweet lind touching lines re from tlia pen of a piftel (laujhterof South Carolina, whose froJuctiona ro "household ntyt tKroohout the land. She has written tnoth, in proae and Terse, and ler "Northern" nJ -Southern Harps'' are well knownv both ligms and abroad. T)ie latter Was published, tcli. vp, our old friend DiUon, of Uoston, nil ha'd xtensive sale.

During het SojOurt us we hopo for the pleasure of hearing fora her frcl-ullT. 1 i jumped to the height of 700 feet; and he pan a load 200 times his weight. he sp'-ik of it without emotions of joy and ten-dernj i. VA' BY OTTT-dF-THE-WAt 1 AUTHORS. 1 A t4' qftusy'tife, its fluctuations and vast con-v Hi.

Doddridge's Dream Dr Doddridge: was on terms of-verjt iti-- frienship with Dr. tSamuel Clarke, mxil; religious conversation they spent Very rnfny hours together, Among other Liferary labor is undervalued because the tools wherewith it is done iif Visible." If the brain made as much noise; 1 or if thought-sowing followed hard b'reakingrup plough, the produce" 0 the minivould'at once assert a place in the prices curr4t- a writer could.be so eruipped with wheMs and pimon3 as to entirely conceal the maiivithin, like the automafou chess-player, andJentences were recorded by a instead of a hand," the expression of thorifht would be at- a premium, because clocj-wprk would seem to show that: it cost sonii4hing to make it. 1 1 7 Tfere is a fifty year o'd Jeud'espTU that is -qu good as new." A rich old gentle-; mafl-Jiifthe name of Gould married a girl not yet ouof her "teens." After the wedding, he. the following couplet, to. inform friend of.iJe ''happy event" .1" ou see, my dear uoctor.

i Though eighty years old, A girl of nineteen Falls in love wUh old Gould Torhich tho Doctor "replied i j. "14 girl of nineteen fj May love Gould, it is true, 'i. -j But believe me, dearair, I It is ooM without u' 1" li 1 AVilliam' said a tcexher to one of his.pu- "ean yon tell me why sun rises in tlie Don't know, replied 4t)ept it be that 'cast makes everything rise." Tjlcher faintedJ "i tJi, Huse my sou why do you ask that qstioo JJecause 1 remember the papers sxl that the menbers kicked Mr. Brown's Bill oCiof the House. i "3 i ijjYVhy is it," asked a French man of a witzerj "tiut you Swiss always fight for money, while rencft only hght tor honor 7 VI suppose, the witzer, "that" each nation" fights for it most lacks." i JVhen Sir Richard Steele was made a mem'-.

bfef of the Commons, it was expected, from his iigenious, writings, that he would have been aSjkdmirable orator but it not'proving so, Dei jfe said, He had better have ectator than the is the difference between a bare head Til 80RROWIVO thlLD I 1 walked one' morning through the 'crowded utrett. i Vlicro piy and liApiy ones I met, i For twin a festive duy The Ik'II chiincd foH their loud and merry peal The cliil'lreii tVulicked with unwouted zeal he nivrrj hours away. 11 i I wai all eye, all ear, all sjfnpnlhy, I AnJ mt own jombful daj enma back to me 5' win a child aain While tho ton thjusaud thought I could not' Krek Flashed my roving eye, aud flushed my tllCVK. And tired uty busy braiu 1 1 At Ipitli I saw a poor ixnd lonely child, Ucrcine was pale, her. sunkeu eye was wild A on the scene he gaxed if Her pale lips qui red, yet she hhed no tear, Butf in her liute finders througli her huir, As though the child Were crazed.

Thvi nvHt niv 'rt painted on! my face 1 -s 'iy mi aur cuve gractf, a 1 sili nt stood I AimI l.i ikrd upon tlm poor for-aken child. lUr cheek glowed, her eye grew far less 1 AikI altered seemed her motile I th(! jasod upon me for a moment, there Aud ili'-u I a larjje, re'uetinit tea I ill slowly diwn her cheek An presenile, her little arms ouUotead, s(trui. and raised her lovely heaq Ana tnea 111 Viiiiv to peaK. Of all the sights that pruct hens below, lucre no so sad, so lull ot wOc, As child iood in distress I I Oh, how my syinptvtUi.iij heart did ehe And how 4 boii'd unto that heart i take Tho child nv love niiht bless 1 Once and n-niii the child essayed Id speuk, Hat, sobbing loud, while tears vaiued down ler i check, Could utter not one word. 1 let her weep, I knw twould do her jrood TLTls to it -ur th 'thu Ion)' imprisoned flood Now iu her young heart stirred.

AUenpth she spoke, nnd toM me all her grief, Hrr ule, though full of want and woe, was Uriel, Mfi! was un orphan CioM And, sr.ee her mother died, no theering ray Vjpon 1T v4 and solitary way i Had for one moment sinilfed, And I had shod a sunbeam on her ifoad! 1 had a to of ay in put hy bestowed, Ha blessed ono lonely ht-art 1 An -line that hour he rt hat fclung to me ith love fiat either is idolatry," Drsetru i counterpart. i My Father, OoJ 1 ever may I Ey huiifst nymp-vthy. hy tenderness IZ icli sal.Ter I Oh, Son of (5ol I in love, uudving tovc. Inspired of Heaven, and ifourisiiedl from abovu, 4 May I resemble thee 1 Stavi.et. The UencliU of Novel Reading-.

i Hut few, Comparatively, understand or appreciate the merits of, and advaiig8 be, derived frotp wotks of fiction and those who condemn theu a clat, merely hclray the ignorance ot a narrow-Winded pi ejudire. It is from this rpeiics literature more ihan any-other, that we jjnin knowledge of h.rcter rnd of human nature; of the world and its ways, ud of with its innumerable social pliae-jj its utruggles and trials, it good nnd evil, 11ms we become acquainted ith scenes places, and classes of people and minlus of lire, of which we would otherwise havifc rcmain'ed ns ignorwnt as of El Uorado, or tho man in the mown. We are hi-reby drawn out of the narrow and contracted aphcro individual olirvtfc aod and art led to take more liberal and enlighten ed view of things, and to form more correct judgment upon many auhjecta of uliich- we should else entcrtuin but vague attd prcjudiced ideas. Moreover it is not to be doubted i that ty lar 1 1 largest nuaiWr of readers of works .1 of fiction, are thote who posea4 jW taste' for literature of a more serious and and it is not unfreuueotly tlte case that iheSo derive their principal knowledge and inforuia- tion from nuch works. Thus instruction; may bo gained by the only method in which it would prove agreeable and History, and and Bui meral in- ns.de ness noss os pn are i and ill i 1 I I I when the mind is or troubled.

Thus read, thev belp to restore the balance to the mind, which, fatigued with: over-exertion, raav tmU Von a 4 I 'r nnuDe aamimsierea for the mind, equally with the body, requires rest and refreshment When wearied in either, how on soothing it is to take up some Dleasart ui, genial work of Hclion, beanng the impress. of a master-mind, and rQir k-I jvuiwn lyj ug i borne, without cara or pffnrt inguaeoi lancy, amid scenes and incidents that interest, without undtlly etclting. Pleas- ant in such moods are Scott's, and Dickens', Thackeray's works, and the later novels of wer-tylton but when in place of these, we adventure upon one of thse miserable new publications" of ti.e day frivolous and ephe- productions, not worth the time spent in lookin? thctn over then instnfu.noi.m.,. I the refreshment which we sought, wethrow the book with a feeling of redoubled weari- and depression: and an of time niinmpnt vi n. tjuje nusspent.

JNot thus with Scott's novel. 1 ru m.is ho l.o l.l Tir: as jjreat a magician, indeed, nshis namesake, Micnuti, wiiom bis pen has immortalized. Let take up one his magic volumes and straightway what a spell' is thrown over us what a new life is open to us; what a world of qtcturesq'ie and healthful romance differing alike from the extravagance of the school which. ceded it, aud tlie mere common-place, every day style of later works of ftVtion. Here, nnd.er.the iniluence of the wizard's we led atmd scenes of rich and picturesque beauty amid Highland heights and mountain lake.4,jaiid lonely caves and cairns; now in the hieltaii) hail, ijow.m the monarch's palace, ag iin in the shepherd's lirwly sliieling; now wun iue irusaiier in tlie Holy Li ndj and n-llli Ihiv tvnrliL-o 1 dlVU Ml I'hn.

nuinVIimr tmw vrltli fliu mrn I i i I nil il I ini nni I air I and cnibli of battle. Varied, swift, and be- wtMerini as? the shifting scenes of a nhantaa 111. 1TOI1 1, tlie mol.ev itowiI nr tint i7riVv Pj I ci ilium p. vt ii ii lm: i rini'n 11 ii ivi in in 3 r- 1 1 i' raon aud wainor, Jew and I'agan the. stvrn covemiiitr nnd tli lnwlpa4 frAlwmtr.

now on I the burning plains of Syria, then on the frozen nor hern coasts, and ngajn amid the loveliest I seene.sof pastoral beauty that ilia fancy may picture or the pet) oWribe, A mighty magician indeedj is alter Scott and let 'critics sneer as they will at the aiinlessiUss" cf his writ-1 mgs, ai hold him up to the world in the attt- tnde of writing novels at t-tenm-enginff rate, in order to uuney to buy farms and up- hoMcry ith-, still we cm scarcely duubt that while many of th4 works of (he best novelists" of our day will pas away and be forgotten thos of Scott will Retain their popularity, nndi he hltiiself Id a place within our very hearts, as a loved and esteemed friend and benefactor. It'is plea-ant also to ike up one of Thack- Cf iyV works, and jto natch, as we would a per- formance on the utagejlhe progress of his life- drama with its plots' and counter-plots, its crufty and wor'dfy characters, nnd its shifting icene. For there is unreality about Thaeli- tjVt t.rnnl tiMta inna tk.tn tij wiiiv'ii9 niiit.il gifca klinui ui.iuiaiit, ratht-r than a natural effect. He lacks the power to interest deeply. We are never drawn out of ou; selves, and led to forget our own iiK dividualiiy in ympathy with bis characters.

We look On witli a certain inle est and adinira tion, it is true, j-et Witiia feeling nil the whil, that ihose characters are not real personages, but tneiely actors well jjotten up, indeed, to burlesque nature, biit hUll only actors. Thack- eray's very style of wriiing is xuch aato heigh- ten this impression, by continually us from a rcaliz ition of his ideals to a conscious- ueM of his or our own individuality just as we might hear the voice of the prompter on the stage, or the showman, explaining the progress of the puppet-play during the; performance This destroy the tiatUralne-s of the scene. "We admire the wit andingenuity of the inventor, applaud the approve the performance. and are curious and interested in the progress nnd denouement of lhe flay but we feci no sympathy ith any of them. With Dickens it is different.

We feel a personal interest nnd sympathy with his characters They t-eem to us like famjlijr, every day friends and acquaint- antes. 'The author forgets both himself and 1 the reader in the absorption of his ideal--ind I. mt 106 i.ncn. J-ncKens possesses what Thackeray larely disphi's the pathos of genuine Auwewr. Thackeray is witty, brilliant, inleflcctual but there is about' him a cold sparkle, like tlie froston glass, while the srehi.il humour and pathos of Dickens may be com- pared to the warm glow of the hearth-light j-In this, probably, lies, the secret of thejitter's nence, tor one wno can appreciate" lhackeray, wna win preter liwKens, lor BOt the larger class of readers more "asceptible of an apppal to the sensibilities than lle reflecUye powi Iboi tne' former im- Psoa is more powerrul in its effects than the 1u'r- Humour, and itslnvariably-accompany.

efl-ct, as irj. Jthe case of the. Haunted House, ojiiho ior wi neycr extravagant, and alvt ays explained by surBciently natural causes. an Know tire cnarin ot a Uitle wystery, reading; not the trap-door mystery, which now nimont exploded, and was- uo tenor ad Poe the tion. Eaze ii.

a I 1 1 1 I in is be And she was overset; Down went the" Royal George With alt her crew complete. Toll for the Brave Kempenfelt is gone His last sea-flight is fought His woik of gjlory done. It was not in the a No tempest gave the shock She sprang no fajtal leak She ran upon jno rock, His sword was in Its sheath His lingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down, With twice fojir hundred men, 'Weigh the vessel up, Oncp dreadedjby our foes And mingled with oup oup The tear thatpngland owes. Her timbers yet are sound, And she mayjfloat again, Full charged iih England's thunder, And plow thi distant main. "But Kempenfelt is gone His victories are o'er; And he and his! eight hundred ouau piowtne wave no more.

It may here he necessary to odd that the measure of the verses corresponds exactly to the rhythm 4f the! music of the alluded in the story. An "Enchanted Island 4 wonaenui stream is me river lime, As it Tons through the realms of tears, a rhythm, and a musical rhyme, .1. And olends with the ocean of vears There's a mustca isle upthe river Tiwtv herd the sottjest ot airs ate playing There' ft loudl4ss sky, -aud a clime, n.nu sonjr us a wttei us a eruerituiiue. .1 i And the tunea.With the roses are staying And the name ofthis isle is Long Ago: And we bury dur treasures there 1 1 1 hura lira hrmmitM hoinitv jinrt hnwmi nt cnnir There are heaps bf dust, but we love them so sno There are trinkets, and tresses of hair. i 1 1 'I 1.1 There are fragments I I nts of iong that nobody sings) an infant prayer 1 lari v.

And a part of uLwept 3, harp without tttringsj I .1 There are broken vows, and pieces of rings, And the garment she used to There are hands 1 shore that are waved when the fairy By the mirage is lifted iu'air And wesometimts hear, through the turbulent roar, fiwoaf vnwioii tPa Si ra tl i tlin ri a mra Anno t--tfriwsv I 17 ,7 tvnen ine wma aown me river is iair. 1 Qh for Bve fa tlui ble8Sed isle, the day ofjlife till night I i I And when evening comes, with its beautiful sin'tle, 'T i And our ees ar closing to slumber a B'hile, May that rgreen wood of sour be in sight! The Sexse BiApxT. Very wonderful is jt tlSkt lh9 proportionate vibratibnn of the 4nd he harmonic rations of sculptured marble, 8h0uld jrive so keen a sense of delieht to the ear aud the eye. more' wonder- ful that unconjeiously iu the brain of the man of genius, ia the mysterious molecular ae- tions of the ultimate vesiclis.of the' nervous tissue, there should' be evolved, without any outward! those ratios of cpace aud time which working On the nerves and muscles Gf v0-lce and hand, make themselves heard and 8een far-off lands aud far-off times, filling thtJ world to its temotest bounds with forms of beautr and tones of melody that never die nrUerved in tombs of Thebes buried, but disinterred, in, places of Nineveh; lingering auoong the oleanders of Ljcia shi ning, though not with original brightnjejs, on the Acropolis of Athens and thrilling through the vaults of cathedrals; requiems of Mozart, demi-gods of Phidias, sibyls of Michael, Angelo, Madonnas of EaphasV heavenly cadences ot Milton alt answenns of the m- ternat great idesisemanaUons from those inae oessibl celk whera the force, with an i in- gpiratioa and energy past mais Bnderstandin, mVsterious work! Then inin. tv.ese WOnder of form and sound are the ears and eves of other men! nressed to hearts, shr ned with their gods; mingled tne blessed sanctities of their homes, and handed down to Bistant 9ges, so that the thought and feeling of one mind may become the beau- ty and the joy jf all men forever Symonds.

T'A U': Flea Uso a Journal furnishes the following very intcres.ing paragraph afeoaj a very small subject When a flea is made to appear us large as In elephant, we caa see all the wonderful parts of its formation, and are astonished to find that it has a coat of arjnor much moro complete ihao ever warrior aad composed of strong polUhed platesj fitted" over, each' other, each plate covered lie a tortoise and where Uiey meet, hundreds ef 'Strong, quills project like those on thp back ot or hedgehog. There1 are'i the bright eyes, hej transparent caes, piercers ftp' puncture the ski a sucker to draw away the blood, six long jointed four dfli hich are jump catch claw3, alights his draw mate io happy of stant the nin the the the he son of dor a at I discovered amid the cast-away rubbish ot our grand-fathers' libraries, caused Our hair to stand end with horror but the more subtle and Ufor writer. Dossesked much of this sDirit as most j-t-j w. ut a I laTuumuij tAtiiuucu ill no ucki ipviun nw i I surpasses him in a subtle delicacy of "charui quaint, vague and inexplicable, and which consists as much in the style of writing as in subjecj itself and haunts 113 with a Weird, sombre, and chost-like influence from the eom- mencement of his narratives to their comple We read with a still and eager suspense a suspieion rather than a conviction of some na unon and listen to one who beholds and vajruel v. mutters of a phantom, invisible to our a progress of the story, we can never put dowri 1 1.

1 then the painful impression will eling to us for days atfer.i--)gtti'Arn Lilerary Messenger. Fanny Kemble Reading Mkcbeth. We have recently experienced twoj enjoy'- nients, different in their kind and degree, yet so rar6 and delightful that they are worthy of bei- dwelt upon in our "Table." We have heard Fanny Kemble read M.icbelh, and we have seen Church's Intellectual and sensuous! gratification could hardly go farther. The reading was held in the beautiful As- sembly Room-of Baltimore'," in the, presence of large and moat brilliant and the proceeds "resulting from the sale of tiekets were devqted to a noble charity of that city, ll ViiAl.i Tk. f.

aunts U'lc'rurv irro, inii Ina h-i 1 urac I a A nertntrlafl tV-k itc mnct nonitir 4a ta tt hnim ha. I fore the Qistingutshed artiste Of the evening I made herjappearance. two minutes be- Inrp lhi ixnit Imo (nr lu rMninir tn rr laTfiiiiaiif'iii 11 Krv.i I. pnifrwi npnnnir tin. I I 1 mense lono volumes ot buakspeare, nnd irftme- diutvly thereupon' the immense Melpomene.

came forward and made her bow to the audi- toriumv Removing rather disdainfully a large bouquet of flowers tha had been placed by the reading table, and announcing that she had the honour of reading Macbeth to the ladies and gentlemen before her, she presently of the volumes, reoited in a sweet voice the drarAviit personoe and suddenly, became then and there transformed into a Hecate on a blasted heath. from that moment until she concluded the reading, her etnpery over the audience was complete. There was no need o.f scenic illusion to give the full effect to the woudcrful drama we were striding wi Macbeth and Banquo across the desolate moor, or waiting paralysed with horror in the silent hall of the castle while the murder was going on, or looking at the bloody apparition at the banquet, or standing in the aiidnight chamber as the pallid woman in lier niybt-dress moved by in fiend-haunted iSiever before have we been so rauch impressed wi.h the needless i-haraeter of tlteat-i ricai accessories to convey the meaning the drun itist. As soon should we have demanded the and the buskin with which Antit gone and Medea came before the Athenian public, ns.the Highland dresses and the pasteboard castle of Jnvurpess, the witlifired hags And' -ho canvass wood of Birnam to heighten the enchantment of the hour. Here was a wo- man who became by turnsf every, character In the tmgedy, who, sitting pklpably before ns iri laecs and crinoline, and tender the blaze of gaslights', seemed to be far way in other scenes belonging to a remote past at whose.

bidding indeed, the whole immediate action and its biirroundings, Baltimore Assembly-room aad Baltimore beauties, disappeared utterly fVojin our eousicioufcness. It was. a fulfilment 'the prop 'ecy which Mrs. Browning makes Sn Aurora Leigh, when, after speaking of the mouth-piece and cothurnus aud other appli ances of the Greek stage, she says And concluding, which is clear, The Sr'nS drama has outarown such toys Ofsimu'a'ed stature, face aud apeech, The simulation of the painted scenel It uo ni-mrlventure mnv nnbiWi Boards, actors, iij ...1 1 ft- 1 1 DU TV stage iue sum iiseu, us Miming laucies auu ceiesiiai ugnis, With all its grand orchestral silences To keep the pauses of the rhythmic sounds. If there was any moment nt which the clieat was lo with us, it was in the scene just pre ceding and flowing the murder of Duncan, it) which the guilty Thane spoke so loudly that he must' have awakened all the inmates of the jastlii out even here' we were so fullv under the ol genius, that we felt almost disposed to, expostulate with him on the' exceeding im prudence of his noisy elocution, and to sayjto him, "Macbeth, my gbod fellow, dont kick up 8Ueh a row, or the loody grooms will hear Another passage seemed to us open to criticis that wherein' kaeUth moralizes on the death of his wife, which should be spoki musingly- Butlers.

Kemble gave the lines with very great pasion and vociferatioa, as if the "sound and fury of the text called for sound and fury in the Trader. The feading was altogether an xttacdinary perrorntance, and won golden opinions fronr ill sorts of people. There were a few o'd play 1 goers who thonehtit a disenchant men to tc away lady play, Sarah the ent or by at I mi.nma rtf fAA I joi per genms bum icwv at our right hand had never witnessed a another of a former generation hao; seen Siddons as Ldy Macbeth thrill the breathless auditors of the uonaon ineaire we i thftni hnth. and bolh were eoually i i Vcnrrff in tli a -'vivid ronresentationa of the artistl oAn Kompson Southern ktterary i Messenen -v Hi I I From an English Journal, i- Cowper's Poem on the Loss of the Eoyal George. It was towards the close of Cowper's life, at time when that settled gloom by which his declining years were so bitterly oppressed, had eti hPld h'm.

at lhe Po.f?referred to l0f nulnS 01 UM.T'"""rr.' xircMnalwce attending its compoauion pres. ono 'of the most canons and interesting ot 1 beard of, or that can wfeU be imajjined, namely, that a ftnind apparently unconscious of one set.of impressions, whether by an effort of will otherwise may be roused to intense action another set" of impressions, totally distinct from them, as. far as actual occurrence is con- cerned. The 'dark season of Cowper's calamity was its hight. The morning of the day on whjph the incidents about to be related; took place, I was dreary, cold, and dull.

A chilling mist, which tilled the aic, was succeeded by a driz- zling rain, making all nature both cheerless and dismal; Deeply miserable, Cowper was hastily pacing his room backwards and forwards, in a state of extreme, agitation and distress, the darkness and gloominess without augmenting that deeper darkness and gloom within him, by uwr' wh eh his mind was so heavily weighed down tt- umt H.nrfi I MUTC" 7.7 i. in VmHinir rtcpr own niter l. MK- I wretehedne.ss. Lv AL" ani in rnJh .1. fa T.

Tg lf.a TP iJT ii.T nn naoH i-uati. i nr i np i ucr, wuiw out um juotruttif i aceount of the loss k)f the Royal George. Greatlv excited at the melancholy newsv she exclaimed; Mr. Cowper! have you heard ,1 1 ao r.r tl.o ai-fidpnt has lumnened The Royal George has gone down into the sea nni ri 1 with ei 'ht hundred men Ori board, and every soul has perished Aowner, wrapped up in tn. I I Ann rAflMrtinns- riaid no attention either to wt 'j ner or uer ory, uu v- -oacwarcis ana lorwaru, uuiuiumg mo ui i the March, in Scipio, UD keeping time to the I music with his feet.

Who this lady are not able to states is inot likely that she was ioue: of those who were' intimate acauainted with thfc state of Cowper's mind at that time, and who with such i un varied tenderness were particularly cautious nevet to saffer any iijwj wj jo reacn mm wuicn they thought mignieeite nun, or increase mat. melancholy they so anxusiy enueavorcu soothe and alleviate The catastrophe, as may well be imagined, to her a very fearful one, and hence she wondered at his not being moved by it. Thinking that perhaps he had not heard what hhe bad; told mm, repeaiea ine aceuuni. in fuller detail, dwelling with greater empiiasis on the fat that Kempe hfejt Hnd his whole tretr. of Sight hundred men had entirety penstiea.

IStill Cowper took not the least notice, onlv he paced bis room -more rapiaiy, numinea nis air more loudly, and kept time to the march with his feej more vigorously. Hence she concluded that! he was determined not to listen to her, arid therefore left the Nevertheless, though; Cowper had manifested no sign the melancholy news had produced any impres- sion on him. ho was deeply afiected. The hto- ry had, a.s ine seqyei win snow, reacireu ms mind, but it had not jyet touched his heart. Though he abounded; to overflowing with sym- patlty for the distress of oiher.

so much was be absorbed in his own that he was entirely carried away for the me by it-. His mind wal struggling for very existence; he wimaelt was in agony, just on the verge of des pair At that instant the bell of thehurch close by began to toll for a funeral. The un expected oound, and the solemnity of. the as sociations connected with it, wrought a sudden cnange cj vacn svrohe, as 11 ooomeu forth, was to him like the thrust of a sword. The chord that united him to his fellow-man was'no reached, and vibrated to the: touch.

His heart was ready to burst full to overflow- ing with his own misery full of the air; from Handel's March, whieji he ad been humming to hiroielf to relieve that misery fulP of the dreadful loss which he had heard for now he kn'eW (very rd of it; throughly had it beeomelfixed on: his mind and, lastlyj full of grief for the eight htiudred brave men, most of them warriors, who lad thus suddenly perished without a moment's Warning, not i the Stormy ocean, not on; a foreigh fchore, not by horrors of war, but in iiarbor, sitbome, while fheir. ship was at anchor, and they all busily employed at their ordinary work in time of peace. Roused to a state of intense excitement, he could restrain himself no longer, but seized a pen, rush ed to the fireplace, grasped the bell-rop and held, it firtnly, as if -to stop the tolling without, which appeared to him such unutterable anguish and In that state1, with the rope in one hand and the pei in the other) he gave nt to his feelings in thes'i deeply solemn and ex ntiiHife. linen to a -I" very favOrit topic ws the intermediate Site the soul, and the probability that at thonv- of dissolution it was not introduced Aat-a' presence of all the heavenly host, anenthe. splendors around the throne of Godl Oheiste, afer a conversation this natureSprl Doddridge retired to rest, his mind fSl'o subject discussed, and in the night," his ideas were shaped into fol lowing Ibeautiulform he dreamed ho -was at house cC si friend wheh he was taken di'mger ously ill.

By degret-s he1 seemed to himself to grow worse! and at last expired. In an instant was sensible that he had exchanged the pri house of suffering and mortality, fora slate liberty and Embodied in a slen- serial form," he seemed to float in a rigion of i pure light. Beneath him lay the earth but pot glittering city or village, the forest' or the sea was visible. There was nought to be lov save the melancholy group of his friends, weeping around hi lifeless rem nns. Himself filled with delight, he was surprised their tear, and attempted to infotm the in of I -1 uis cuauge, uui oy some pow er, utterance was denied aud as he anxiously leaned over the mourning gazingj fondly upon them and struggling to speak, he rosM.

si lently upon the air, tl eir forms became rn ore and more indistinct, and gradually melted way from his Imposing, upon golden he found himself swiftly mounting the ikies with a venerable figure athis side, guiditi ajl his mK bter'rous movements and in whose iibun-tenance, he remarked the lineaments of J1'1 and iige blended together' with an inthjale harmony and majestic sweetness. Theyav-eled through a vast empty space, until at lel the battlements of glorious edifices shor. ia the distance, and as its form arose brilliant nd distinct among the far pff shadows that ited athwart their the guide informed fjinqr4 Jtiat piaCB he thin bcbeld was, fof the profit; 1 1 ishi to be his mansion of rest. Gazing upoeilu splendor he replied, that while on eirth hjsbad otten heard that the eye had not seen norhad the ear heard i nor could it enter into thp eart of man io conceive thei thi'igs which Got had prepared for those who. love him but slanding the building theyl were thenrapidlj approaching was superior any.

thing rbich he had actually before beheld, vet its ornlorlf iir Did not exceeded tne conceptions he badXirra ed. The guide made no reply, they we'r al ready at tlie door and enlered. The in trodueed him in a spacious apartment, the extremity of which stood a table, coveredwi'-h a snow white cloth, a golden cup, and a cjfostev. of grafiesi, andlthen said hs must now yeave iiiui, oui ne uni; remain, tor in a he would receitej a yisit form the Lord ef the mansion I and that during the interval fore hpartmeht would l-furnisghitn wua.anttn.ient: eoteriaipwent areJ insirUpn. The guide vauished, and he was left 'I1? began to examine the decyratfonstff the 00DV observed that the walls were adorn ed with a number of piclures Upon a nearer inspecUou, he found to his own asloni hmenl thai they formed a complete biography of his wn Here he saw upon 'the canvass angels, though unseen, had ever been rus familiar attendants, sent by GodfJ they sometimes preserved him from eminent He beheld himself first, represented ani infant just expiring, when his life prolonged by an feu'g'el gently breathing into his vo trils.

Most of the currences here delineated were.perlectly familiar to bis jmd unfolded many; things which he fore and which had perplexjd dm with', many dou Lts and much, unea-incsPv Among others. he was particularly s'. ruck which he was repres nted as with a falling froin hi8hor.se, when death would, have been inevitable' bad iiot ah angel received )iim into hi iiruisj' and broken the of hi descent. These merciful interpositions filled him with joy ami gratitude, and his heart ovrvjow-ed with love, as he surveyed injthem all a exhibition of goodness and mercy fevr beyoni? all that he had irfiagined. Suddenly his atteiion was.

arrested by a rap at the door. The of the jmansion had arrived. The, door opined and he'entered So powerful and so ore ming, and above all, of such singulat "t'liutyi was is ojiiciii aucc, iu 11c buuk uuwu uta feet completely overcome by his majestic ires-ence, vHis Lord gently raised him frorrthe floor, and taking his hand, led htm', forwafjyl to ihe Ee pressed with his fingers the juice of the grapes jiitd the golden' cup, andsafter having himself presented it to him, Isay chiefj afft as wr. i p5 afd. a hair One flees for shelter and the ojlier is a shelter for fleas.

it Died poo if anybody could die rich, -av 3 in tha.t act of dying did not loose the grasp title died and bond, and jjo away a pau- but of gold, no jewels, uo Lnds tenements." And yet men have been; buried Charity's hand, who ld die rich died thousand thoughts beauty a thousand jjasaujmjemories, aud a thooeand hopes, nf 1- i 1 1. I 1 1 4 A Southey one of his letters- hare you of the Spaniard who' always" put -on spetacles when' about to eat cherries, that tfymight look bigger and more tempting. -In lite, man ner, I make the most of my enjoyment a id though I do 'not cast my eyes" away from troubles," I pack them in as little a 1 can for and never let them annoy J. 'iWe find the following good things in Charles Bead's White Lies: PHILASTHEOPIST MlaAXTHROFE. Misanthroje hates', all.

mankind bjit is to everybody generally too if iilanthrope loves the" whole bunidn racc, but dislikes his wife, his mother, his broiher, "his friends and acquaintances! Misanthrope'- is like the potato rough and repulgive outside, bit good to the core. Philanthrope is a peach fhis manner all jel vet and bloom, and his wpnls sweet juice-, but his heart of hearts a stone Iet nie read Phriaiitbrope's book, and fall into tlie hands of Misanthrope." Kellgion bo rendered nltractire to who Boater popularity as a writer. Udjilour ap: would nevet havw read books deyoied solely, to; to tne feelings, and wit the intellect; i-UxnEMitTiko KIKDSE9S "Ctfi ih'at a'klud-njan an actor, speaking of an acqiiain- man who i3 away from his family, and, 1.. tfevcr sends them "a farthing? Call' that- kind- o'fss? UarcniUtnfr kindness," chuckled, a -r': Kisp words. They never Wis' er the tongue o.

And vr. have never heard of one mental troub'e arising from this quarter." Tho- ilgh they "do not cot much, yet they accomplish CSuclj. They help or e's own good-naturo and gHd-will, ioft words aoften. our own soul. arc fuel to the flameof wrath, and ejake the blaze more fierce.

words make these subject. By this also, they glean a store or general knowledge of the world and of social life, which they could not otherwise otbin, except by an actual mingling ith the world nnd society to an extent which but few command. As a distingui.shed English writer has said MV regard the author of Cher people good-rut ared. Cold words freeze, fcc'p'e, and hpt words scorch them, and bitter ords make ihcm nd wraAful words tho bent novels and romances as among the Pathos. ouch us with a far stronger charm life's but Waiting shadow a poor player, truest benefactors of their specie.

The world d0 wil an1 5 and while we admire That airuu and freta his hour upon the stage, golden thread cf poesy are uot too closely Another attractioK of Pickens, is the invariable Signify ing nothir-ff. Xiake them wrat 'fol There is such a rash cf all kinds of words in oar days, that "it teems IS. i i. i -i tesiraujc to give kiuu woras cnance mrvorr vhem. There' are vain words, and Uld woven in the ordinary eb of human exitencc ttoyMsry with wfekli he intersperses hi plot-Mistaken sre those, miserable reasoners ho sometimes too palpably gotten up for mere nd hasty words, and spitefuLrofds.

XnJ empty ord, and profane' wordi, warlike fcind word aliT, prc(3ucfe. their own hsire im a tcautUnl image ii They ooth-, and uiet, abd comfort the jearer, shame him oiil of his sour, morose, unwind feelino't' We hare not vet Iidtkh ing, his. is; tne new wine ot royatwjr sooner had he partakea lhau all uneasy sensations vanished, perfect love! had now -cast out rear; and he conversed withV his Savior' as an intimate Like the illver rippling of a summer sea, he heard fall froao his lips the grateful Thy are over thy work is approved, rich and gloriijis is the Thrired wi'Ji in-A object to them as givinj false views of life, mereiy oecnuse uiai uu pweirjr mu.um.tj tba world too seldom novels anouia be reaa, noi iysiemaucany, an employment, but as a retreation irom more eerwus studies, tr 1 reHc ana aootuing as I fund woroU in aacb abundance as they oaf Vt be u-ei rascal. t..