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Ohl never let us lightly fling A barb of woe to wound another; Ohl never let us haste to bring-. . The cup of sorrow to a brother. Each has the power to wound; but ho - Who wounds that he may witness pain, Has spurned the law of charity, Which no'er inflicts a pang in vain. 'Us God-like to awaken joy, Or sorrow's influenco to subdue— But not to wound, or to annoy, Is Dart of virtue's lesson, too. Peace, winged in fairer world's above, Shall lend her dawn to brighten this; Then all man's labor shall be love, And all his aini his brother's bliss. ANGEL CHARLIE. I= Fold his dimpled hands to rest, Cross them softly on his breast; O'er his forehead, pure as snow, Let the golden ringlets flow; Tenderly his eyelids close— Just a line of azure shows, Press his lips and let him go, For the angels miss him sol "Suffer little ones to come"— The Redeemer calls him home, Hushed and holy is the air, Unseen spirits everywhere; Ere he passed away, he prayed, In the " Valley," not afraid: He has left a track of light That we follow him aright. Lay hint underneath the snore•--- Where the violets will blow, And the gentle blue birds sing, When they feel the breath of Spring— Pure the covering, and meet For one innocent and sweet. Though you love him, let hint go, Lay him underneath the snowl Gone the little dancing feet, Gone the laughter wild and sweet; Flying curls of golden hue, Twining arms, and eyes of blue, Lips of music, lips of love, Flown.our little fluttering dove. Gone the sunshine from the room, Gone from rosy life the bloom. Angel, in thy home on high, Bost thou hear us sob and sigh : Not that thou art safe from woe, Bnt we miss thee, darling, so, We are bowing 'neath the rod; Thou art in the arms of God; Naught isleft us but the shell, Angel Charlie, "It is well." THINGS TO enratirsia. The eyes that look with love on thee— That brighten with thy smile, Or mutely bid - thee hope again, If thou art sad awhile; The eyes that, when no words are breathed, Gaze fondly into thine— () cherish them, ere they grow dim,— They may not always shine. The faithful hearts around thee. That glow with love and youth,— That time nor care ne'er yet have seared, ' Nor ravished of their truth: The hearts whose beatings we havo heard When throbbing near our own.- 0 cherish them,—those beatings hushed,. Earth's dearest tones arc gone. The days when there are hearts and eyes That throb and beans for thee,— The few fleet hours when life sloth seem Bright as a summer sea,— The thrilling moments, when to speak The full heart's joy is vain. 0 cherish them,—once gone, alas They ne'er return again ! cithrt 13INKS AND RUBS Hubs Gets Married and Goes to Raising Cantelupes for Rinks. A. NEW YORK STORY, _FOUNDED ON. FACTS Mr. Hubs was head salesman in the whole sale jobbing store of Rinks and Whipple; he was looked upon as one of the best judges of satinets in Cedar street, as he well might be, for he was a judge of nothing else. He knew nothing, of . men, manners, metaphysics, or ruuslins; nothing of politics, pictures, poetry, or poplins; of sects, sciences or satins. He knew nothing of literature, linens or love.— No, he knew nothing about love, although he thought-that he did, for a young lady in Di vision street, whose mother kept a fancy store, by some witchery induced Mr. Hubs to offer himself; he did so because he thought that he was in love; but anybody who had ever been in that condition, ,could tell at a glance that John Hubs was a stranger to the passion. His forehead was too narrow, and the back part of his head was all shrunk away, or, ra ther, it had never been filled out. There was no' more love in him than in a winter squash. It was his misfortune that he. could not love. Poor Hubs! , I could sooner spare a tear for such a fellow-being, than for the loss of an estate, like Astor's. To live in a world which has nothing in it but love worth living for, and to be denied that! Notwithstanding that Hubs had a faint im pression that he, was in love, it is byno means .certain that he would. have married for that reason alone. His employers had made an addition of two hundred dollars per annum to his salary, and. he thought that a wife would be very convenient to help him spend it. He could not spend his salary before it was rais ed, how then could he do so with so great an addition to it? By some accident, his employers heard that their salesman was going to get married on a Certain day, for Hubs could not brace. up his nerves to announce the fact himself. He was fearful that they might not approve of so rash 'an undertaking,, and he had not the coniage to act contrary to their wishes. The night before the great day ' that was to see Hubs a married man, he called Mr. Rinks, the senior partner,. aside, with the intention of asking leave of absence for a week; for the lady's friends had planned out a wedding tour to the Springs for Hubs and his bride. But Mr. finks, being fond of ajoke, when it. was not played oil - at his own expense, and.,suspec ting the nature of . the salesinan's communi cation, did not give him time to open his mouth, but informed him that he must go into New Jersey the next morning by day- .... 5 00 .... 7 00 .900 ....12 00 8 00 10 00 —.lO 00 15 00 oo 0 0 00 ....16 00 ' 24 00 ....30 00 60 00 Eir/ WILLIAM LEWIS, VOL. XIL break, to look after a delinquent customer.— The terrified client looked as horror-struck at this announcement as he well could, and be fore he could gather together his astonished senses, stammered out that he could not go. "Can't go, sir!" exclaimed Mr. Hunks in a voice that was widely at variance with the expression of his face, as Hubs might have seen if he had looked. at him. "But you must go, Mr. Hubs. Can't go ! Bless my buttons, Mr. Hubs, I never heard such an expression before." "I'm engaged to—to---" stammered Hubs. "Engaged to what, sir?" said Mr. Hinks, fiercely ; "engaged to what, sir ? I had. an idea that you were engaged to the firm of Hinks and Whipple, sir. Have we not raised your salary two hundred dollars, Mr. Hubs?" " You have," replied Hubs, " I have not forgotten it, and I never can ; but I have got a little engagement on my hands which I can not well put off, and I should be glad to have a week's liberty, if it be possible." "It is impossible, quite impossible," replied the inveterate jobber, with great seriousness; "times are hard and business must not be neglected." Hubs was beginning to look most uncomr fortably_pale, and Mr. Hunks was afraid to carry the joke farther. "Well, Mr. Hubs, - since you must.go," said his employer, "I will dispatch Mr. Putty, the book-keeper, into New jersey, and. here is a trifle to pay for your wedding suit." Whereupon he handed Hubs a check for a hundred dollars, and then broke loose into a most unjobber-like explosion of mirth, in which he was joined by Mr. Whipple and all the junior clerks, who had been watching all. the proceedings, and dying for their employ er to give them the cue, that they might laugh at poor Hubs, who was so overcome that he was forced to walk off to some dark nook where he could give utterance to a heart full of feelings, which had been gathering like water in a mill-dam after a sudden thaw. It would have been a difficult matter to de cide whether Hubs or his employer went home with the lighter heart that night. There can be no doubt that, generally speaking, the giver of a gift is a- happier person than the receiver ; and if men would but bear this fact in mind, there 'would be as little doubt that gifts would become more common than they are. Hubs made his appearance the next morn ing in Division street, in a white satin stock and a Marseilles vest; the marriage passed off without an. accident, the tour was accom plished, and time's wheels rolled round as smoothly and as swiftly as though nothing remarkable had happened. In the first wild tumult of his feelings, Hubs made a silent vow that his first-born shsuld be called, in honor of his employer, Rinks. But two years had already flown by, and he had not, for a very fe-v reasons, performed his vow. His grateful feelings,however, had not diminish ed in the slightest degree, and he wished for nothing so ardently as for an opportunity to manifest them. It is true that Hubs had at times wished that his employer had been in earnest about sending him into New Jersey' to look after a delinquent customer, or that something else had happened to prevent his marriage. Not that . the matrimonial state was not all that he anticipated, but it proved to be a vast deal more; but that was no fault of his employers. Hubs occupied a little frame house in the outskirts of the city, with a little dusty gar den attached to it, containing a woful look ing lilac bush and two very dirty poplars.— He had selected this spot because he was growing dyspeptic, and his physician bad re commended a country residence; and had it not been for a tannery and glue factory in his immediate neighborhood, it would have been quite delightful. Mr.. Rinks had a remarkable excrescence on his right cheek, generally of an ashy color, but every autumn it assumed a very peculiar yellowish hue. People said that he was mark ed with a cantelupe. However that may be, it is certain that he was extravagantly fond of that kind of fruit, and while they lasted he-hardly ate of anything but muskmelons. Hubs was well acquainted with his employ er's appetite, and he determined to raise some of the finest cantelupes in his little garden, that the world had ever seen, and present them to him. It - was a happy thought; and so completely took possession of his brain -that he could think of nothine• t' else. Even satinets became a weariness to him: It was before the frost was out of the ground that the idea occurred to him, and he could hardly -wait for the sun to soften the soil so that he could begin to plant. But while he was wait ing for the season to roll round, he' read through half a dozen numbers -of the Far mer's Almanac in• search of agricultural knowledge. It had never - occurred to him before; that cantelupes required any particu lar mode of culture. He thought,- if he ever thought on ,the subject at all, that they grow spontaneously. He knew that they were al ways to be found in the market at a certain season of the year, but how they got there was a' matter entirely , beyond- the circle of his thoughts. ' It:was a thing of course, and that was all he knew about it. But his new course of study opened to him a world of pleasures. Every fact that 'he found out proved a new delight. Once he• Idoked upon an acquain tance with the- different qualities of satinets ,as the highest kind of knowledge, but he now found turnips and cauliflowers a source of amusement and profit. The whole vegetable world was-suddenly invested , with most mar velous properties.that excited the utmost as tonishment in his. mind. He looked upon. a potato with - feelings bordering on -veneration, when he learnedthat that humble vegetable was compounded of starch, water, albumen, sugar, poison, fatty matter, 'parenchma, malic acid-and salts ; and the knowledge that a sim ple little green, weed, as soon as, it thrust its innocent head above the earth;_begins to im bibe carbonic acid and oxide of ammonia; from the surrounding atmosphere, - and that - it pro duces hydrogen, fixes azote and - abstracts electricity, made him regard the grass be neath his feet with affection. He had no idea that there was such instinct in plants: The trees in the Park, the- flowers in street win- Bows, the vegetables in the market, and the fruits on street stalls, all attracted his atten tion, not as things of traffic or of nourish ment, but as organized existences obeying the laws of their own being, and showing forth the glory and goodness of their Maker as plainly, and as abundantly as his own spe cies. He wondered at his former darkness, and he began to perceive what an abundance of loveable things there are in the world. 0, what a blessing is , knowledge! thought Mr. Hubs. How it enhances our delights, lessens our griefs, gives a, relish to labor, makes even poverty cheerful, and takes from death itself more than half its terrors. His acquisition of knowledge was very small indeed, and confined entirely to the manufa'atiire of satinets and the culture of cantelupes, and yet such was the liberal effect of science on his mind, that he could have clasped the whole world to his heart if his wife had been out of it. His little insiht into the mysteries of vegetable germination had given him a vague feeling of awe for his mother earth, although it was mainly as the great parent of cantelupes that he reverenced her, and he looked with growing impatience for the time to arrive when he should be per mitted to scratch her back with his iron rake, and root up the weeds from her face as a pious child would pull the intrusive hairs from the chin of his grandmother. He had exhausted his almanacs, but his thirst for knowledge had increased in propor tion to his acquisitions, as a miser grows cov etous as he grows rich, and he now supplied himself with a paper of seeds and Bridgman's darling little Gardener's Assistant at the same time, and took them home with the feelings of a philosopher. His wife scolded him smart ly for his extravagance, but he bore all her womanly reproaches with the equanimity of a Socrates, and only replied to her long lec ture, "wait and see. That the reader may know to what extent Hubs carried his phil osophy, we will give a short extract from one of his help-mate's exercitations: " Goodness me! What is that, a book? A nasty book ! Well, now we shall starve ! Mother always said so. I never knew a man worth anything who was always lazying away his time over books. Well, I see what my fate will be. I shall have to go home to my mother's. I won't work to support a loafer, not I. You bad better have given me that money to buy a breast-pin. I told you yes terday I wanted a brooch to put my brother's hair in. - You silly thing, what good will a book do you ? 0, yes, I. seem to see you.— Ain't you going to set up for a literary char acter. 0, my ! I shouldn't wonder. You told me yesterday you couldn't afford to go to the theatre, and there you have went and thrown away your money for a good-for-noth ing 'book. But I'll go to the theatre if I live, and to the museum too, and I'll treat myself and my sister to ice cream and soda water at Thompson's. See if I don't. I never done such an extravagant thing as to buy a book, nor my mother before me. I have got that to be thankful for. Goodness me, no ! I come from good, respeCtable folks, who knew no more about books than. the Pope of Rome. But don't leave your book in my reach, mis ter ; if you do, into the fire it goes, I can pro mise you." Mr. Hubs' two years of matrimonial trials had given him somewhat of an insight into the peculiarities of the female character, and. he well knew the consequences of attempting to convince his wife that she had taken hold of the wrong question • so he merely answer ed, " wait and see," and resolved to profit by her caution, and keep his precious little trea tise under lock and key. His grounds - only measured twenty-five feet by forty, and as one portion of them was used as a grass plat for bleaching clothes, and a large slice was taken up by a gravel walk, it will readily be perceived that his garden could not be very extensive. But it was large enough for his desires, and he look ed upon his little enclosure with the feelings of a landholder. It is doubtful whether the rich Mr. Wadsworth, who owns half the Gen esee fiats, ever felt as grand as Mr. Hubs did when he first struckhis shovel into the ground to commence the cultivation of cantelupes. Ambition always will overleap its mark.— Hubs planted his cantelupe seed at least a fortnight too soon, and they all rotted in the ground. After waiting an unreasonable time to sea the young vines show their little heads above ground he was obliged to rake open the hills and plant afresh. Every morning he got up with the sun, and sometimes before, to watch his seeds, and see if any had burst froM their dark hiding places ; and as the dews were copious and the sun warm, ho soon -had the delight of seeing their delicate leaves, like outspread hands, throw: side the earthly particles which covered them, and salute the uprising sun with a grateful smile, like a new • born infant gazing into the face of its parent. Surely never before did a tiller of the soil-ex perience such delightful sensation of-those which agitated the breast of Mr. Hubs on this occasion. He could not help running back to the • bedside of his sleeping wife to beg that she would come . down and look at his cantelupes. But his "last best gift" did not relish his intrusion at such an unreason able hour, and she turned upon him with a flow of expressions that our 'respect for the -sex will not permitns to zepeat. • He left her to sleep,on, and when, he took his seat in the omnibus to go to his daily occupation of sell ing satinets, he felt like a new man. Ho tried to appear as humble as he could ; but he ex perienced an uncomfortable feeling, of supe riority in spite of himself, which ho bad ne ver felt before. All day, his thoughts were wandering. away to his cantelupes. He was impatient to get back to them. A long-wind ed customer from Vermont detained him for ever, as it appeared to him, 'just, as he was about to leave the store, and- it was almost 'dark when he reached home. Before he would sit. down to 4 . 0 supper, he rushed out to look at his younc,,, troop of vegetable ear lings. ' But, alas r for human anticipations! The cantelupes •had disappeared; vanished from mortal sight as though they had never been._They had been, cruelly, barbarously cut oin the morning 'of their existence.— He could' have wept over' their loss, but tears ----PERSEVERE.- HUNTINGDON, PA., MAY 13, 1857. would avail him nothing. Their fate was shrouded in deep mystery. Nobody knew how it was done. Mrs. Hubs was profoundly ignorant of the matter, and Bridget was wil ling.to take her Bible oath that she knew no more about the "young millions" than the child unborn. Mr. Hubs, of course, could not compel people to confess what they : did not know, and he went to his bed. is a state of miserable ignorance about the premature disappearance of his darling 'vegetables.-- But he had a horrible suspicion, which kept him awake half the night, that he was the victim of a wicked conspiracy between the wife of his bosom and her servant maid. He was not to be daunted, however, for he had been educated in a, school which knows no such word as despair. By dawn the next morning he was planting fresh seeds, having put them to soak in warm lye over night.-- But Hubs was 'doomed once more to disap pointment; he had been seated five minutes in the omnibus when a scoundrel cock, be longing to a sporting neighbor, walked delib erately into the hall door, which had been left open by Bridget, and strutted pompously into the garden, where, without the slightest hesitation, he scratched up every individual seed, and when he had stowed them sway in his remorseless maw, gave three loud exulting " cock-a-doodle-doos," and flew over the fence into his master's premises. It was the coolest performance that was ever seen, and when the unhappy clerk was told of it, his wrath was too bi& for words. He doubled his fists, stamped his feet and looked about him for some object upon which to wreak his ven geance; but there was nothing appropriate at hand, so after a moment's reflection he put more seeds-in to soak, and when he had eat ten his supper retired to bed, that he might rise with the dawn. In due time, and it was a very short time too, for the sun was unseasonably hot, he had the happiness to see the little leaves once more poping up bright and joyous from the earth. He had watched them and watered them an entire week, sprinkling snuff upon them to kill the bugs, and nipping off the first indications of a runner bud, to strength en the vines and give richness to the fruit, when his wife's brother returned from a long voyage to the Pacific. He was one of the best natured and most restless creatures in the world; like the sea, he -would not be quiet a moment, and after he had kissed his sister and joked her about her husband, he rolled out into the garden, and, to make him self useful, took up Hubs' hoe and began, to use his own phrase, "to work a traverse among the weeds." " Goodness me !" exclaimed his sister, " what - have you done t You have went and hoed up all of Mr. Hubs' cantelupes. My, what will he say when he comes home 1" When Hubs did come home he was soon informed of the full extent of his misfortune, but he could not open his mouth. It was his wife's brother who had done the deed, and wives' brothers are always privileged charac ters. He knew, moreover, that there was no malice in the act. He had the stomach to do anything that was monstrous, if it would bring back his vines, but as no desperate deed could restore them he had the prudence to eat his supper in a quiet manner, although his mind was in a most unquiet state. The young . sailor expressed a world of regret for the mischief he had done, and, to console his brother-in-law, told him that he had got some first-rate melon seeds in the till of his chest, which he had brought from round. Cape Horn ; and the next morning, bright and early, he brought them up to Hubs, who was greatly astonished at the sight of them. They were as big as a dozen of those that he planted be fore. The young sailor took a fresh quid of tobacco, and told him that he would be more astonished at the fruit. Then they both went to work and made fresh hills, and, Hubs felt once more happy at the prospect of being able to present his employer with some of his favorite fruit. In a week the new seeds showed themselves. Never before were such promising vines seen. They were so stout, and they grew so rapidly, that Hubs was in a continual ecstacy of wonder; but when he looked out of his chamber window ono morn ing and saw a large yellow blossom on one of the vines, his admiration was boundless. He ran down to examine it. " You are a fine fellow," said Hubs, speak ing to the vine, as though it had been fur nished with a pair of ears like his own ; " You are a fine fellow, yes you are, and I will demolish that rascal of a caterpillar that is eating ono of your big loaves. The vil lain." The rains fell, the sun shone bright and warm• upon it; tho gentle summer winds rus tled among its great yellow blossoms and fan-like leaves ; the dews pearled it in the morning and the bees hovered about it all the day long, and still the vine grew, trail ing its long rope-like body all over the gar den, to the infinite wonder of all who looked upon it. At last a little knob of pale green showed itself in the extreme end of the vine, and gave promise of fruit. It was hailed with rapture by Mr. Hubs, and even his Wife condescended to cast a favorable eye upon it, out of regard to her brother, as she said, but in reality because she was fond of melons herself, and because she' had secretly resolved to invite all Division street to par take of it as soon as it should be ripe. Hubs was constantly in a high-fever through fear that somebody would tread upon the vine, and ho cautioned Bridget, on pain of -instant dismissal, to be cautions how she planted her big feet near it. The .young melon promised to be a monster; it grew in the space of three days to the size of an ap ple dumpling, and. Hubs put some dry leaves under it to keep it from decaying ; although a slate .would have been better, as he might have found out by reading Bose. Every precaution was taken to keep out hogs and boys and every kind of vermin.— The melon was watched over with a degree of .solicitude passing belief, and it grew to a size far surpassing any melon that had been seen or read of. By the end of September, it had increased to such a size that Hubs could hardly lift it off the ground. It had begun to assume a, , . - .--, 1,. 7 ...'.":: : ;. I A.:' , ~' F*:';'• --:,..: , , . ',: f.':', . 1 I ~ e :!....::' , , .; .;. :.: .' .110'.:,s'. • ' ''' s . . .! : ~.' ll , -1,-. •. . .', ; :.: .; . . . ';.''' • . rich buff color, nearly as bright as a ripe Havana orange, but it did not emit that rich, delightful fragrance that ripe cantelupes usu ally do. But Hubs was fearful that some accident might befall it if it were kept long er, and he determined to invite his employer to partake of it while he was sure of it. A good opportunity having soon occurred, he asked Mr. Minks to do him the favor to go home with him and partake of a remark ably fine camtelupe, which he had raised in his own garden. The mark on Mr. Plinks' cheek turned yellow, as Hubs spoke. "By all means," replied Mr. Minks, "but is it really a fine one, though, Hubs ?" " Very, replied Hubs, who did not care to let out the whole truth, for he wished to enjoy his employer's surprise. "Then I will go to-night," said Mr. Minks. "But have you got no more than one, Hubs ? you know that I am a coon at cantelupes." " I know it, sir," replied Hubs," but it is a caution. Big enough too feed in corpora tion." " First rate, I dare say," said Mr. finks, and he winked his right eye knowingly, and smacked his lips, and the mark on his cheek glowed with a bright yellowish tinge. As soon as business hours were over, they got into an omnibus, and in proper time were landed in front of Mr. Hubs' residence. Hubs would not allow Mr. Hinks to remain a moment in the house, but hurried him into the garden to show him the miraculous can telupe. " There it is, sir," exclaimed Hubs, point ing to the monster, "isn't it a whaler?" " Where? where ?" said Mr. finks, gaz ing about. " Here, sir, here," replied Hubs, as he patted the huge vegetable. " That 1" ejaculated Mr. finks, with a very red face. ".rust try and lift it, sir," said Hubs, ex ultingly. "Hubs," said Mr. finks, seriously, while the mark on his face changed from a yellow ish hue to an ashy paleness, "you imperti nent rascal, are you making sport of me?" Hubs was paralyzed at the manner of his employer, and could not speak a word. "I'll have satisfaction for this, sir," said Mr. Hinks, growing more and more indig nant. "You invite me to your house to eat a Valparaiso pumpkin, do you, sir?" " A Valparaiso pumpkin, sir?" gasped the terrified Hubs, and the truth at once flashed upon his mind." It was all owing to my wife's brother. 0, dear and I shall have no cantelupe after alit" afitirresting ntisrcliang. No doubt a woman's best and happiest sphere is in her own family and home. In discharging the duties of daughter, sister, wife; mother, she is in her most congenial el ement. Presiding in the domestic circle, she is seen to the most advantage. To discharge well her household duties—to sustain well the tender relations we have named, is her brightest crown. It is her pleasure, too ; for her physical and mental structure peculiarly fit her for this mode of life, and consequent ly her instincts strongly impel her in the same direction. It may well be doubted whether women ever find true happiness and content ment in any other sphere ; or whether en grossment in business, or studies, or public admiration and applause, are any substitute or compensation for it. Such has been the candid confession of some of the most bril liant and cultivated of the sex who have been known in the world of literature; and in oth er cases, where it has not been openly avow ed, it is unconsciously acknowledged in the unmistakable murmurs of a disappointed heart. It is all important in discussing the em ployments of woman, that her true relation to the other sex and to the family should be borne in mind. It is evidently an ordinance of nature that men should provide for the wants of the family by their labor; to the wo man belongs the regulation of the house, the training of children in their tenderer years, and those thousand offices of sympathy and love which woman's nature prompts and teach es her to render, and which her hand only can pay. Woman's best employment, then, is at home; it should first be sought for there; and other occupations aro to be looked for only in those cases where women find them selves without family ties that call for their time and attention, or are obliged by circum stances to earn a subsistence for themselves. Unfortunately, this latter class is quite large, and we have already frequently expressed the opinion that it is an oppressed class—unduly limited in the number and nature of its oc cupations, and insufficiently- remunerated for its labor. Time was when the, proudest lady was not above a praotical knowledge of household duties, and the art of pickling, preserving, baking and brewing, was an universal accom plishment. A different mode of training fe males is now in vogue, and the old custom exists no longer. A very superficial knowl edge of many things has displaced the lore of the housekeeper. Young ladies are edu cated mainly for display, and to excite sad den admiration. Shall we say that husband catching is one of the principal objects had in view by the parents I" It would seem so in but too many cases, and the knowledge of music, drawing, and French, and so on, that is acquired at school, is to answer a tempora ry purpose, and to be forever dropped after tho wedding day. The dropping of these ac complishments is not always to be complained of, for it is sometimes a merciful dispensation to the eyes and ears of all concerned; but it is a just subject of condemnation that a wo man's education should be conducted as if her life ended where a fashionable novel does, with matrimony. This might be excusable in the girl herself. She might even go as far as the lady who, when told that the acids she employed to whiten her teeth, would destroy them, replied, "they would last until she was married; after that sbe did not want teeth." But it is unpardonable in parents and teach Editor and Proprietor. Women as Domestics. ers, who ought to know better, and who ought to acquaint the girls committed to them with household affairs, and fit them for the disa charge of tho practical, though homely, du ties of their condition and lot: The very same evil that has affected the better classes of society has reached all oth ers, and young girls who look forward to earn- , ing their own bread, have the greatest reluc tance to engage as domestics, though very of ten their condition would be greatly improv ed by it. They will perform any amount of drudgery with the needle, sacrifice health and life in this unhealthy toil, rather than engagd in wholesale housework. We have no doubt that domestics in well-regulated families are better paid, live better, and are more comfor table and happy than a large number of work= women otherwise occupied. And women who have been domestics, and are subsequent= ly married, (young women always look foie ward to being married, as is right,) make far better wives than those who have followed handicraft or trade for a subsistence. They introduce into the house of the husband some thing of the cleanliness, neatness and taste which existed in the houses of their employ ers, and thus contribute much to refine and elevate him. We are satisfied that few things tend more to improve the humbler class than the women of it engaging in their earlier years as domestics in the houses of the come paratively wealthy. The two classes are thus brought closely together, and the example of the one is made to bear potently on the oth= er. The day that working-women are not taught to cook, bake, sweep, wash and iron; but are trained just as inrde apprentices are; will be a most unfortunate one for the world; and will introduce much wretchedness into the poor man's home. Indeed, it will be in the greatest degree demoralizing; for it is in. the peace and comfort of home that one of the strongest securities of social order, and of individual prosperity, and even of moral purity, lies. And what is the objection to this mode of employment? None, that we know of, save a senseless pride. An opinion seems to have got abroad that there is something debasing in the service we speak of. The appellation of servant is intolerable ; in New England the more polite term of "help" is pretty generally substituted for it. But this feel= ing is absurd. Every man who works for another is to some extent in his service. It is so with the lawyer who takes charge of a ease ; with a preacher, who engages to per form certain duties; with a clerk, who is regularly employed and paid, and with a mechanic, who has work furnished him: There is nothing degrading in the relation for the favor is mutual, and the employer is. often as much benefited as the employee. If the demand for labor is greater than the sup ply, the employer is actually under oblige.. tion to the person who works for him. Nor is there anything in the duties usually per-' formed about a house, that a woman need. consider humiliating. They might be hu miliating to a man fitted for a different task; but they are humiliating to him only be cause he is out of his sphere. For a woman to perform them well is an honor. A wom an in service ought in all cases to consider herself as performing duties not beneath the mistress of the house, if that mistress had the health and time and inclination to do them. There is nothing degrading in pre paring food for the table, in taking care of children, in watching a sick bed, in making tidy an apartment. And as for the great drawback, which servants so much complain of, a cross mistress, in a great number of cases it is purely imaginary. Some mis tresses are bad ones, no doubt. Yet the great majority of people are undoubtedly dis-' posed to treat their servants well, and make them comfortable. If there are inseparable annoyances arising from the situation, why, this is partaken of in common with all other employments. We are persuaded that very many young girls could not do better than to qualify themselves, by pains and attention, to per form all manner of housework with a. ready hand ; and if they really come to have taste and skill, and are industrious and obliging, they need never want comfortable homes and kind employers.—The North American. NO, 47. A GRACEFUL COMPLIMENT.-It was a judi cious resolution of a father, when, being ask ed what he intended to do with his girls, be replied, "I intend to apprentice them all to their excellent mother, that they may learn the art of improvinz time, and be fitted to become, like her, wives, mothers, and heads of families, and useful members of society!' The regret men have for the time they have ill-spent, does not always induce them to spend what remains better. CHILDHOOD'S Tr.Ans.—There is sometimes a moral necessity for the correction of children; notwithstandiug the pain which a profusion of their tears will often give us. The great rule is, never to correct in anger, but the firmness which is founded on the deliberation of reason. The sorrows of children, however, are exceedingly transient, and have often been made the subject of poetical remark; but in no instance with more beauty than than the following simile by Sir W. Scott: "The tear down childhood's cheek that flows, Is like the dew-drop on the rose ; When next the summer breeze comes by, And waves the bush, the Sower is dry." ERUORS.—The little that I have seen of the world and known of the history of man= kind teaches me to look upon the errors of others in sorrow, not in anger. When I take a history of one poor heart that has sinned and suffered, and represented to myself the struggles and temptations it passed through ; the brief pulsations ofjoy; the feverish iriquie. tude of hope and fear; the tears of regret; the feebleness of purpose; the pressure of want; the desertion of friends; the scorn of the world, that has little charity; the desola tion of the soul's sanctuary and threatening voice within; health gone; I would fain have the erring soul of my fellow man with . Him from whose hand it came.—Longfellow. THE DEAD C.IIILD.—Few things appear so beautiful as a young child in its shroud. The little innocent face looks so sublimely , simple and confiding amid the cold terrors of death. Fearless, that little mortal has passed alone under th ei shadow. There is death in its sub limest and purest image; no hatred, no hypoco risy, no suspicion, no care for the morrow, ever darkened that little face ; death has come lovingly upon it; there is nothing cruel or harsh in its victory. The yearning of love, indeed, cannot be stifled ; for the prattle and. smile—all the little world of thoughts that were so delightful are gone forever. Awe, too, will overcast us in its presence; for the lone ly voyager, for the child has gone, simple and trusting, into the presence of an all wise Father; and of such we know . , is the kingdom of Heaven. (Time is the most precious and yet the most brittle jewel we have. It is what every man bids largely for, when he 'wealth it, but squanders it away when he gete it.