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reckoning day is not near; whereas, the truly pious rience will abundantly furnish us with examples to man would be equally religious, were he certain show the fallacy of such reasoning. It is probable of passing from heaven to earth without encounter that in severe sickness we suffer more in one moing the “ king of terrors," as did Enoch and Elisha ment than we shall in dying. With many, no of old. The wicked certainly have cause to dread doubt the associations with which they have althe consequences of death ; but if they seek reli- ways heard death connected, and with others, the gion only as a refuge from the “grim monster," hopeless remorse which succeeds misspent time, their apprehensions should remain unmitigated. may make the passage into another world terrifie ; There are other motives which would seem more but it is these extrinsic circumstances which cause efficacious in producing religious sentiment than the horror of dying scenes, while the simple act of fear of any description. Love is the divine prin- dying might have been performed as easily and siciple which should regulate all spiritual operations, lently as the mature fruit drops on the bosor of many se and is the pivot on which the conduct of the truly mother earth, again to bud and blossom in renovated pious revolves-love to God and man. The lan- beauty.

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Poetry too has lent its witching influence to words, but embodying an idea the most important, strengthen the spell by which mankind is held in the most significant, the most cheering. Jesus bondage to the fear of death. We read of the said, If ye love me, keep my commandments. The “ sable pall” and “ doleful knell," until the fasciamount of misery produced by the fear of death is nated and enfeebled mind neglects the healthful that incalculable; and were it attended by any co-exten- exercises of religious trust and hope, and sinks sive good, it were the less deplorable. True, if we into profitless and morbid musings. If children listen to imagination, she will create a spectre that heard death spoken of as a kind and beautiful anmay well cause misgivings, if we sit and gaze at gel, coming to take them from a world where the zien it; but one thrust from the spear of reason, will are sick and do wrong and see much sorrow, 10 convince us that it is unsubstantial as a fading kind friends and a beautiful world above, where a vision. We gaze on the dying form, and say it is good Father loves all and makes all happy, it would “struck with death,” and fancy that the feeble sys- contribute much to the happiness of our species, tem is struggling with an unpitying tyrant—that and could do no injury. As soon as their minds his icy fingers are about the heart-strings, and that are capable, they should certainly be taught the helpless mortality at length becomes his prey. consequences of bad conduct here and hereafter. The ravings of heathenism might find vent in such But their first religious impression should be lore language, but it should not be found in a Christian to God, which it is difficult to keep in action, while vocabulary. I would not speak lightly of the rend- they consider this relentless tyrant as his chosen ing of life's affections, apparently forever ;-it is a minister. Even the professed Christian often contemplation the most sad—ah, agonizing !—but manifests a despondency on this subject, whicla it is for this very reason I would that no factitious cannot be pleasing to God. Before the Sun of or unnecessary grief should weigh down the poor Righteousness rose on our world, David could sat, sufferer. It is probable that the act of dying is Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of much less painful and horrible than is generally bis saints; and though I walk through the valley imagined. Dying is only a cessation of the move and shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for Thou ments of the machinery of life, and it is contrary art with me, &c. And shall we, who have the to reason and analogy that this simple stopping to teachings and example of the Saviour to cheer es

, live, should be attended with the horrors with which fear to step over the narrow isthmus which sepeda we sometimes hear it depicted. Where physical rates time from eternity, as if we thought the contortions of the system would lead to the belief mercy and love which had attended us through so of extreme suffering, it is most generally the case many dangers, would then desert us? Were this ou that a veil of insensibility shrouds the spirit, or tor- passage so awful, would our kind Master hare pidity benumbs sensation. We read of falling failed to leave some message of comfort expressly asleep in Jesus. Sleep is in many respects a type to cheer expiring nature in this last conflict, wbie of death, and the dissolution of our being may be He so feelingly sympathizes with us, and strives nothing more than closing our eyes forever on the to strengthen us in the other afflictions to which we scenes of earth. It may be asked, why should are incident ? Many are the precepts and examsickness usually precede death, if it be not some-ples to teach us to live well; while death is only thing terrible ? Because it leaves time, in most incidentally alluded to, as a great law of our nacases, for the adjustment of worldly matters, with ture, to which all must submit, and for which so other reasons which might be suggested, without extra preparation is necessary. Is it not then to however pretending to be dogmatical on a point so be lamented that, with many, Religion seems too much above our capacity. But because the har- much to consist in a superstitious awe on this set binger which precedes death is painful, it does ject; while the great commands, to forgive usta not follow that death itself is so ; for, our expe-Iseventy times seven, to beware of coretoustessi

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to judge righteous judgment, and to cultivate that concealed tear; and unheeded as he may be, his charity which shall make us look upon the whole suffering for the moment is intense. Would Unhuman family as brothers, are seldom thought of belief say that the child were ill-used, in forcing on of prayed for. Did not our Redeemer show his him this necessary discipline? But it causes him power over death in his own person and others ? much misery, and he cannot see its design. And And is He not our Leader, our Friend, our Bro- let him observe that the child does not murmur, ther, our Saviour ? and shall we not be safe “be- though keen his sorrow; but with artless submisneath the shadow of his wings ?" Why should sion, yields to a power he knows to be wiser than we so fear to die? Did not Jesus say, He that himself. He knows, too, that his father loves believeth on me shall never die? We die only in him ; he has seen many indications of that love ; appearance—the soul lives on! Does not the New and he trusts to it now, and does not seek to know Testament represent the Saviour as having con- why he thus afflicts him. What a beautiful lesson quered death—as having delivered mankind from does nature here teach the doubting heart ! the bondage of its fear? Unbelief will say, in its Perhaps it is not wonderful, that we should be erratic musings, that it is strange that through the prone to unbelief on religious subjects ; for the oblong course of ages no voice from the spiritual jects of our faith are spiritual, and we are the slaves world has reached us—that, notwithstanding the of corporealisms. From outward things all the longings of quenchless curiosity, and the yearningsapparatus of the mind is borrowed.

The great of bereaved affections, all is dark and unknown. Locke thought there were no innate ideas of the Wan grief, since time began, has reclined on the mind, but that all our knowledge came through the urn of buried love, and sought with preternatural medium of the senses. Whether or not this be carnestness, for some intimation from that unseen true, it is evident that strong must be the bias of land, to tell if life's affections still exist. Still all sensualism in the mental idiosyncrasy of our nature, is silent. Not a whisper is heard to soothe the and that he must keep up a perpetual conflict who breaking heart. Where is that world to which the would “live after the spirit.” Many strong minds, souls of men go? In what remote corner of the who satisfactorily deduce the being of a God, and universe is it, that no faint echo from the countless the immortality of the soul, by a process of reasonthrong reaches us? See that lone widow, who ing, are often conscious of a latent skepticism, weeps and toils through half the wintry night to when imagination attempts to conceive the nature feed her starving, sickly orphan. The wind whis- of God—the locality of Heaven-the occupations tles through the crevices of her drear abode, while of disembodied spirits. We are told that it has her moaning child pines for those comforts for not entered into the mind of man to conceive of which she would barter her heart's blood. Hear these things, and the privileged Apostle was not her call on him, who was her only earthly hope. permitted to divulge the nature of the revelations She prays but to know if he still exists, and still made to him when he was caught up to the third knows and loves her. To know but this, would heavens; but all this mysteriousness only excites sweeten all the bitter cup of life, and make poverty busy and unholy fancy the more, which, caged in and starvation itself a thing of nought. Would on all sides by the bars of corporealism, vainly this little be withheld, did her husband still exist, strives to soar into the ether of pure spirit. Hence and were there a God who beheld her woe? ex- there is no more difficult task than to cultivate spiclaims Unbelief-unable longer to gaze on the ago- ritual mindedness. For, when we wish to dwell nizing picture which his fancy has sketched. Such on heavenly things, we must have recourse to imais the language of Unbelief-perhaps of many a gination for some semblance, however crude, of poor doubting soul, who, in the beautiful language that upper world, to steady the gaze of the mind's of Schiller, longs to believe, but longs in vain. eye; and strive as we may to divest ourselves of But, it may be replied to Unbelief, Who has entered earthly associations, we find that we are dwelling into the council chamber of the Almighty ?-are we on a heaven clothed in the imagery of the matefit judges of the stupendous plans of an infinite rial world. Imagination cannot live on pure abmind? There is a bounding, rosy boy, torn, on a straction : and it is imagination which furnishes bright morning, from the sports which thrill his the material which feeds the flame of devotion. It șielding nature with wild delight; and forced, by is impossible to conceive a heaven formed of maparental love, to learn a loathsome task, whose va-terials, which have never passed beneath the cognilue he cannot now appreciate. As he sees from zance of those senses which are the handmaids of his drear prison-house, the beautiful free sunshine, Imagination. These attempts to rise to that spiblessing the happy birds, and even the very dogs rituality inculcated by Religion, are thus rendered and insects, with whom he would fain exchange so difficult, that Unbelief is ready to say, Reliconditions, and hears without the shouts of his for- gion is but a dream. But again, the imperative tunate companions, the thought of his hard fate decisions of Reason tell us that Christianity must swells his bosom with heaving sorrow, and dims the be true. And who will say that our faith shall be lustre of his bright eye with the frequent and ill-'governed by idle fancy or veering conjecture, while

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Godlike Reason shall urge her data and irrefraga- | bility of the mind may also be inferred from its eable conclusions in vain? It has been conjectured, pacity for suffering. See the fond mother, whose that we shall never see the Supreme Being, even every hope and fear are centered in her blooming, when clothed in immortality—that his presence happy boy. Misfortune can assail her only through will be around us, but invisible. So great is the him. Possessing him, she has riches, honors and infuence of this tyrannical materialism over our all good. While she presses him to her bosom, nature, that it may be doubted if there are many and drinks in the liquid lustre of his laughing eyes, minds that would gladly believe this true. The she feels the streams of fresh gladness cheering adoring pious heart, that has borne the burden of her spirit, and she asks no more of earth. That life's trials with patient fortitude, because he be- boy sickens and dies ! She has to live without him. lieved that a Father's everlasting arms were un- Through the live-long day, she wanders up and derneath him, and that soon he would bow at his down her abode, seeking for some spot where she feet, and, face to face, bless the mercy and love may find rest. At length she seats herself by a which sustained when every earthly friend deserted window, and gazes out, with a glassy eye, on ra. him,-oh! tell it not, that there will be a heaven cancy; and were art or nature's cunningest handiwhere that Father will always be shrouded in his work there, she would not see it, for before her pavilion of darkness, or environed in an insuffera- mind passes a vision of other days. She lives over ble blaze of light and glory. To rejoice in this, again, a well-remembered evening, when she sat would require a degree of Platonism but illy suited at that same window and watched the sports of him to our nature. In this imperfect existence, our for whom her soul longeth. Again she sees the mental acumen can never become so attenuated little busy form, the glowing cheek; she hears the and spiritualized as to apprehend things beyond music of that gushing, merry laugh; the bappy the scope of sense ; while in this earthly taber- face looks up, well pleased to have her sympathy; nacle, we love to think of the Divine essence as a and at length, wearied with playful toils, he comes Father, whose "eye is on the righteous." bounding to her welcome arms, and, nestling in her

But notwithstanding this constitutional bias to- bosom, ells her, with sweet simplicity, every wards unbelief in some minds, there are fortunately thought of his guileless bosom. A blissful hour many powerful counteracting influences. All the flies away; she hears his pretty nightly prayers; objects and course of nature tell us, there must be a presses again and again his healthy, velvet cheek God; and it were well, if amid the din of worldli- to hers; marks how beautifully the cherub relares ness, we sometimes paused to listen to this still into delicious sleep; lingers, and gazes, and prays small voice, which might swell into tones of the for Heaven to bless the boy. All this, blessed rerichest eloquence. Though no voice has come trospection gives her. But some rude jar from the from the dead to tell us of immortality, there are realities around breaks the spell, and she finds that innumerable voices around us teaching this cheer- it was but a dream. She paces the floor with a ing doctrine. It is only on the supposition that distracted air, exclaiming-Gone, gone forever

! human life is a part only of a vast scheme of things, Oh, God! pity me, pity me! Now, if her mind were hereafter to be developed, that the inconsistences destructible, could it live on ? Deprive the body of which we witness can be accounted for. How can food, and the finite thing dies: but the soul misses the whole be understood from a part only? That a its bread of life, and it cannot die. being of such noble capacities as man, should be Augusta, Geo. created merely to “fret his brief hour” on the stage of this pitiful life, seems preposterous. Let any one study attentively the workings of his own

A MISTAKE IN PHILOSOPHY. mind, and he will infer that the soul is immortal. The thirst to know, which increases with what it feeds on-the longings after purity and blessed

Ships have gone down at sea, ness, which at some time or other visit the most

When Heaven was all tranquillity." debased mind—the towering ambition, which buoys “ He is indeed a noble fellow!” exclaimed the us upwards from earth—the restlessness, which proud and happy father, kissing the fair forehead characterizes our race--all have a language. Who of his beautiful boy. is satisfied ? We build houses, and buy lands, and “One kiss for Lulu too,” said a sweet blue-ered men-servants, and maid-servants ; we marry, and little girl, holding up her rosy lips to the delighted are given in marriage; we study to get wisdom, father. and we write books to teach others; we take the “ The little creature is jealous of her brother, 1 wings of the morning and go to the uttermost parts fear,” whispered the fond mother, “ you must not of the earth--and lo, the demon of unrest is still pet the boy too much.” at our side! Were this world the ultimatum of our “Good little Lulu,” replied Mr. Frazer, kissing being, would there be this constant hankering after her again, and again, “there, good night, good night

. the untried and the unknown? The indestructi-' my brave boy; nurse, take your darlings to bed."

B. M. S.

BY L. C. T.

The fire was glowing brightly in the polished twelve years older than yourself, wife, I had old grate, -Mr. Frazer drew his luxurious arm-chair bachelor notions to overcome, and you had to lay towards it, and took up the last number of the aside the airs of a young belle ; (but see, Mary, " Southern Literary Messenger.”

you are twitching the silk into knots)—I had not " You are going to read the Messenger, then, this then learned to govern myself, and you had not evening, to me ; I am too happy,” said Mrs. Frazer, learned to obey." taking out her netting and drawing the centre-table “ You had not learned, I suppose, to accommoDearer to the fire.

date yourself to my many fojbles ;" pettishly re" Home is quite too comfortable to leave, on torted Mrs. Frazer, drawing the tangled skein into such a night as this: So, wife, I shall inflict my read- inextricable confusion ; " perhaps you did not then, ing and my society upon you ;"--and Mr. Frazer magnify them into glaring faults.” looked at his beautiful wife, with that mingled feel- "Those were halcyon days, and of course our ing of pride and affection, which men are apt to faults, whatever they were, did not make their apbestow upon those objects which others admire, as pearance. You had been flattered and caressed well as themselves.

too much to learn at once that sweet womanly sub" Come, Alfred, why do you not begin to read ?" | mission which renders a wife so lovely. But what inquired Mrs. Frazer, raising her eyes from her ails your silk ? it is in a complete snarl.” And so work, and meeting his expressive gaze.

was the temper of the young wife. "I was thinking, Mary, how much happier we “Never mind,” said she, “ snatching the skein are this fifth year of our wedded life, than we were from the hands of the astonished husband, who the first year." had not before perceived the gathering storm.

It "Oh! it is that pretty Lulu, and your petted came like a snow squall in June. boy, who have made you so much more happy."

“Oh woman, in our hours of case,

Uncertain, coy and hard to please, “No; lady mine, it is yourself.”

And varying as the share "Very complimentary !” exclaimed the happy

By the lighi quiv'ring aspen made," wife, and a blush, as becoming as that of girlhood, repeated Mr. Frazer. The cloud of sullenness Aushed over her fair forehead, and deepened the upon the brow of the offended wife, grew more rose upon her cheek.

portentous. Mr. Frazer resumed the “ Messen“ And pray, what association of ideas led to so ger," and read—but not aloud. Once, he looked pleasant a thought ?"

over the pamphlet at Mrs. Frazer. She was tight"I cannot unwind the whole silken skein of ly compressing her lips, and opening them suddenthought, as easily as you may the one in your hand, ly, for amusement—had she given voice to the (by the way, allow me to hold it for you,) but you motion, it would have sounded very like, “ obey ! know, our first year did not pass as harmoniously obey!" Mr. Frazer retreated behind his pamphlet, as our delightful courtship had presaged !" to hide an involuntary smile.

* Yes, yes, Alfred, I remember well, that I was Mr. Frazer, a bachelor of five-and-thirty, "fell sadly alarmed at the change, and became suspi- in love" with a beautiful belle, and married her, cious of you, believing that your poor wife was not after a short courtship. “ Reason and Love keep " the first love, last love, only love;" you know I as little company together now-a-days," as in the often urged you then, to confess all the delinquencies days of Will Shakspeare. As the faults of his of your heart before marriage, which you steadily wife were gradually developed, during the honeyrefused. Now, when you acknowledge that our year, the husband verily suspected that he had been happiness rests on a firmer basis, will you not tell somewhat hasty, and totally blind. In the course me what I then so eagerly desired to know ?" of his life, however, he had, in gaining distinction

The countenance of Mr. Frazer suddenly chang- among his fellow-men, learned something of the ed; a grave, and almost stern expression, displaced art of self-government, which, of course, was in the joyousness that had a moment before reigned the way of acquiring command over others. He there. His ample, smooth forehead, upon which determined that the being whom he had taken for neither time nor sorrow had hitherto left a single " better or worse” should become “better." He wrinkle, was now contracted, and his lips were administered no flattery to increase vanity; yieldclosed firmly, for a moment; then, lifting his large ed no weak indulgence to her frivolous pursuits, dark eyes and fixing them upon the brightly beam- but taught her more by his own example than by ing face before him, he replied, No, dearest ; 'let continual lecturing, to cultivate self-respect. She by-gones, be by-gones.' You know I never could had wonderfully improved under this discipline ;

any one as I now love you. It was not yet, alas ! five years had not brought the self-willed the remembrance of any former affection that favorite of fashion, to that perfect submission to marred my happiness. The fact is, that during her lord and master, that he, mistaken man! had our first matrimonial year we had not become per- fondly imagined. I know not how many times fectly assimilated : we did not make due allowances she said over the hateful word " obey” to herself ; for each other's peculiarities. Being some ten or' or how many other words were upon her lips; it is

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certain that her voice was not again heard, on that daughter, she advised her to return immediately, momentous night.

dress herself for dinner, and greet her husband's The next morning too, silence as profound as friend with kindness. To this, Mrs. Frazer would that of La Trappe, reigned at the breakfast table, not consent, saying she was really too ill to make until the children were brought in as usual, to bid such an effort. papa “good-morning.” Mr. Frazer chatted with Mr. Frazer was very proud of his handsome them awhile, and then left the house, carelessly wife, and amused himself with anticipating the humming that old-fashioned Scotch air,—“There's surprise and pleasure his friend would feel, on seebeen no luck about the house-There's been no ing what a prize he had won. Serere then was luck at all.” This was construed by Mrs. Frazer his disappointment, to find that she had left the into a downright insult. She wept until her eyes house—the children too-he wanted his bachelor were frightfully red and swollen. She imagined friend to admire the little darlings. herself quite a suffering heroine—the victim of The tetê-a-tetê dinner, in spite of much talk love, wounded sensibility, and—a tyrannical hus- | about old college-frolicks, and old college-friends, a protes band. The dinner hour came. Mrs. Frazer ap- was a stupid affair. Mr. Frazer made many 2. Rug D peared at the table in a soiled morning-dress, her apologies for the absence of his wife-many more hair cu papillote, her mouth drawn into the most than the occasion called for, because he could not contemptuous expression-in short, the really beau- give the true one ; the friend shrewdly suspected tiful wife was transformed into a fierce-faced, ugly that something was "rotten in the state of Den

Conta The husband was piqued, disappointed, mark;" and congratulated himself upon his bachevexed. Another meal, a la Trappe! As Mr. lor-freedom. He invited himself to stay to tea; Frazer left the house, he said to the waiter, with not a little curious to spy out “the skeleton" in a non-chalant air, “I shan't be home to tea.” his friend's house. Poor Mr. Frazer was sadly

Another fit of hysterical weeping followed, and annoyed at this, and fairly yawned during the long then, Mrs. Frazer had recourse to a sentimental stories of the college-friend about Tom So-and-Sonovel, which did not allay her nervous sensibility. and Dick Thus-and-Thus—and John Smith. He The second morning came. Poor Mrs. Frazer listened continually for the sound of the carriage, was now really suffering with head-ache, and or- as the evening passed away ; but ten o'clock came; dered breakfast in her room. Alas! affairs had the friend took leave, expressing regret and wonder assumed a fearfully belligerent aspect. Mr. Fra- that Mrs. Frazer had not returned. The husband's zer did not enjoy his breakfast—somehow, a soli- chagrin was but too evident. As he afterwards tary breakfast does destroy the appetite. As he sat by the forsaken fireside, looking at the vacant turned over his dry toast, he was thinking if dig- crimson arm-chair opposite, he came to the same nity would permit him to make acknowledgments conclusion, that he was--a fool. to his offended wife, now that she was really suf- Early the next morning Mr. Frazer hastened to fering. Affection,

answered yes; go immedi- the house of his wife's mother, to inquire if his ately :”—but Pride, his besetting sin, responded, wife were seriously ill. Grief and aların were

no, no ; I shall then lose my authority forever”- strongly depicted upon his countenance as he made and prevailed. He left the house without even the inquiry. “Go to her room, and ask her youtseeing the children, and merely told the waiter, he self,” replied the old lady. Lulu, hearing the should“ bring a friend home to dinner.” voice of her father, ran to him, and springing into his

Greatly was Mrs. Frazer grieved and disap- arms said, “Oh papa, come and see poor sick manpointed at this high-handed measure. She had ma ; she cry, cry, all the while, for my own papa." fondly imagined, that the report of her illness would Mr. Frazer carried the litile prattler to the at once melt the ice that had been gathering around apartment of his wife, and timidly, yes, bashfully the heart of her husband. She listened for his opened the door. There sat Mrs. Frazer, the very step upon the stairs—she imagined that he would impersonation of sorrow—the beautiful boy asleep bring the idolized boy as his peace-maker. No; on her lap. Mr. Frazer knelt with Lulu in his cruel man! he was gone without a word !-she arms, at her side ;-—" Mary!"_“ Alfred!"_burst would endure it no longer. He was going to bring simultaneously from their lips. home a friend too, who might enjoy the sight of “Let no man boast of the obedience of his wife, her humiliating, matrimonial slavery. The carriage nor make too close an inquiry into the causes of was ordered.“ Nurse, make ready the children. his matrimonial happiness. It is enough, that he I am going to pass the day with my mother.” The is happy ;” wrote Mr. Frazer, in his private delighted little ones were soon fondly greeted by mon-place book. their grandmother. ' Mary, my child," said the “ Obedience, on the part of the wife, is the law kind old lady, “ you are looking very miserably to- of nature and revelation,” (wrote Mrs. Frazer, to day—what ails you ?" The whole story of the a young lady who was about to assume that res, cruelty of her husband was soon told. Although ponsibility,) “there can be no settled

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