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of Animal Magnetism, a galvanic battery,—a thun- of virtue, indeed a person of exquisite feelings, derstorm to purify the moral atmosphere. Medi- but deficient in plain common sense, and incapable cinally it acts as stimulant, sudorific, tonic and of a practical view of things as they are in this flogistic.

world ; and carried away by a romantic idea, full The spectacle of flagellation is imposing ; of hope and proinise, but destined to perpetual operates in terrorem,--from the first outbreak of disappointments. We may regret that these deterror through the whole series of lamentations, lightful Utopian theories cannot be realized; bat until it dies away in the faint sob, the fitful, stoc- when we leave the beaten road of experience, for cato suspiration. Nor, after all, is it so bad. It the flowery paths of experiment, we are soon comwas painful, it is true ; but it is soon over. Per- pelled to retrace our devious steps, and are fain to haps the culprit is now conscious that it was de- pursue the olden, less pleasing, but safe track. served. At any rate, it is now over; the balance How beautiful the discipline of a well-regulated is struck and settled. His feelings are elastic ; school! “a little moral empire!" as it has been the affair soon blows over—and “sweet is pleasure called,-an intellectual Orrery. But deprive discipafter pain,--and it may be he will now find some su- line of punishment, and it will fall to decay. gar in the cane. His tears are dried up; and his face Should it be the destiny of this Republic, like emerges cool and serene, like the blue sky after a others that have preceded it, to suffer a downfall, storm, bright wreathed in smiles; it is not so bad; the future traveller, when he shall wander solitary boys have been whipped before and girls too;—" for- and pensive amid the prostrate marbles of the capites, fuere ante Agamemnona ;"—there is nothing tol, may have to attribute the desolation of this new under the sun. And others will be whipped great fabric of human liberty, to the decay of hereafter;—the affair will soon blow over and be for- discipline and the fatal spirit of anarchy and gotten ;-a raree show will come to town; a house insubordination.

C. C. will be burnt down, there will be a mob or a murder, Petersburg, Va. or something or other to divert attention. Time revolves ;-soon the whippee too perhaps will be a parent, and will find it necessary to employ punishment in the discipline of his children, and turn

ODE TO THE ALPS. whipper. So it is all fair and equal in the long run.

Punishment is necessary; and it is quite impossible to punish, without hurting. A quaker once was

Ye Alps! whose hoary summits rise,

Crowned with eternal snow; stopped by a highwayman, who clapped a pistol to That catch the tints of morning skies, his head and demanded his money. The quaker Or wiih the gleam of evening glow! drew out his purse from his pocket and tossed it Yet not thus always, clear and high, into a creek running hard by. The robber not be

Ye mountains! tower ye so serene;

Not wben the storm is clustering nigh, ing able to find it, the quaker dismounted to show

And thunder-masses round thee lie, him where it lay. The quaker pointed to a place And blackness shrouds the scene! where the water looked pretty deep; the robber Then wake thy echoes in each lonely glenstooped to pick it up; the quaker thereupon seized Wild is the revelry! and, tempest-driven, him by the nape of the neck, and thrusting his head The clouds are swept, o'er cliff, and crap, and missunder water, said, “ Friend, I will neither kill thee nor hurt thee, but I'll hold thee very uneasy till

And pinnacles by lightning riven!

(that spread

Loud is the revelry! the roar of waters and of wands thee departs this life.”

Ruin, with a ruthless tread, When I hear one arguing with uncommon ability O'er the steep, and mid the crash against corporal punishment, I cannot help suspect- Of fragments-as they wildly dash ing, that for much of his eloquence, and in

Through darkness-or the flash

Whose lurid ray genuity, he may be indebted to the very discipline

Lights up each lonely mountain-way! he now denounces.

Order js Heaven's first law ;-it regulates the Nor yet the elements alone hierarchies of angels ; it is exhibited in the varied Have o'er thee felt the conflict ride. works of nature; it sustains the planets in their

But war has breathed its fiercest tone, harmonious orbits. But there can be no order with

And swept thee, with its crimson tide. out law, and no law without punishment, and no

What time when he that led Numidia's host,

Before him tower'd the rocks in vain! punishment without pain.

He came from Afric's burning coast, We cannot however but respect the tender sen- The victor of Saguntum's plain. sibilities and the spirit of universal benevolence, High he soared, that heart of steel! of those who oppose the use of corporal punish

And as they scaled each snowy height, ment. They are sensitive plants, that shrink from

He bade his swarthy warriors seel the infliction of pain. Such philanthropy,

The charm that glory can revealhowev

And dare each danger with delight! er, is like that of Don Quixotte, a perfect pattern Up! he bade them still aspire,

grown den,

II.

Oh! where from feeling's broken shrine,

From Love's forever blighted bowers, May the poor Heart take wing and seek,

O'er Life's dull waste, fresh fields of flowers !

Where the eagles lonely brood;

And, as he there triumphant stood, He lit the fire

High in that savage solitude;
A funeral pyre,-

Whose smoke-wreathed flame
Gleamed ruin o'er the Roman name!

III.
But helm, and plume, and steed, are gone!

Time dimly shows that distant scene Where once the warrior-blade was drawn,

By him of Thrasymene.
Yet 'mid thy rocks the rose doth bloom!

And ye ! ye Alps! abide the same,
Unchanging mid the changing doom!
Sull nature triumphs o'er the tomb !

Ye saw a bero pass to deathless fame! And then a mightier on the pale horse came!

O'er tby beetling cliffs he rode, And broke upon the sight,

As if some passing meteor glowedWith fearful light!

Round him wild the war-clouds roll High in air !

His master-spirit sways the whole, While mid their bright and dazzling glare The storm lay deeply brooding there.

It paused awhile-then burst amain,-And, as it swept through gorge and well, It strewed, as fierce the conflict sell,

Marengo with its slain!

IV.

Oh he! and he alone,

Was monarch formed for thee!
And ye were but the fitting throne,

For him so lofty and so proud
To whom the haughty bent the knee,

And Europe bowed !
Ye mighty spirits! do ye linger there?

Amidst those icy halls,
Where as the moonbeam falls
With hueless glare,

Those mountain-simmits seem
The palaces of death!

Lit by that mystic, lonely gleamla silence wrape--unbroken by a breath!

'Tis there ye wander at the midnight hour; 'Tis there ye ponder what was here below

That flitting dream of idle pomp and power!
Then turn to thoughts above, where glow

The planets-as they throng
Taat deep Eternity, to which ye now belong!

HORON.

THE DRUNKARD'S WIFE.
BY ELIHU BURRITT -THE LEARNED BLACKSMITA.

There are new developments of human character, which, like the light of distant stars, are yet to visit the eye of man and operate upon human society. Ever since the image of the Godhead was first sketched in Eden, its great Author and angels have been painting upon it; men have tried their hands upon it; influences like the incessant breath of heaven, have left each its line upon the canvass ; still the finishing stroke of the pencil will not be accomplished until the last, lingering survivor of “the wreck of matter and the crush of worlds” “is changed in the twinkling of an eye.”

The hemisphere of the present age is studded all over with such pearls “and patines of bright

gold," as never shone before in the heavens of the human soul. In these latter days, the waves of time have washed up from depths that angels never fathomed, “gems of purer light serene” than were ever worn before in the crown of man.

We are now but half way advanced in a new cycle of human history. The race is but just emerging from the long-reaching shadows of an iron age, and coming out into the starlight and sunlight of new influences. If, as we are assus

sured, scores of new stars have taken rank with the heavenly hosts, during the last two centuries, stars brighter than they, have, in the same period, kindled up new lights in the moral firmament. Among these new

stars, one, a litile lower than that of Bethlehem, has just appeared above the horizon. It is the Star of of Woman's INFLUENCE. Influential Woman is a being of scarcely two centuries : up to that period,

and almost hitherto, her influences have fallen upon human character and society, like the feeble rays of a rising winter's sun upon polar fields of ice.

But her sun is reaching upward. There is a glorious meridian to wlrich she shall as surely come as to-morrow's rising sun shall reach his in our natural heavens. What man will be, when she shall shine upon him then and thence, we are unable to divine ; but we can found an anticipation from the influences of her dawning rays. Her morning light has gilded the visions of human hope, and silvered over the night shadows of human sorrow. There has been no depth of human misery beyond the reach of her ameliorating influence, nor any height of human happiness which she has not raised still higher. Whoever has touched at either of these extremities, or at any of their intervening points, could attest that “neither height no depth, nor principalities nor powers, nor things

MUSINGS.

BY FRED. W. S. GRAYSON.

Sweet Bird, that warblest many a tune,

In the deep shade of yonder grove; Whose life is one unchanging June,

Of gladness, melody and love ; Thou, when rude Winter's freezing breath,

Hath wither'd thy bright bowers, may'st fly From howling waste and dismal heath,

To a green world and gentler sky. But, when time, change and woe have left,

The scene of Man's too fleeting youth, Leafless and lone-of all berest,

Its friends, its promise, and its truth;

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present or to come,” could divert or vitiate the ac- she stood alone, and in lone hours of night, to cents and anodynes of her love. Whether we trace watch his breathings, with her heart braced up the lineaments of her character in the mild twilight with the omnipotence of her love. No! brute as of her morning sun, or in the living beams of her ri-, he was, not a tie which her young heart had thrown sen day, we find that she has touched human society around him in his bright days, had ever giren a way, like an angel. It would be irreverent to her worth but had grown stronger as he approached the nadir to say, in what walks of life she has walked most of his degradation. And if he sank into that like an angel of light and love ; in what vicissi- dark, hopeless grave, she enswathed him in her tudes, in what joys or sorrows, in what situations broken heart, and laid it in his coffin; or if some or circumstances, she has most signally discharged mighty angel's arm or voice brought him up from the heavenly ministrations of her mission; what the grave of drunkenness, the deepest erer dag for ordeals have best brought out the radiance of her man, he came forth Lazarus-like, bound fast and forhidden jewels; what fruitions of earthly bliss, or ever within the cerements of her deathless affection. furnaces of affliction, have best declared the fine- Such is her sceptre ; such are the cords which ness of her gold. Still there is a scene, which she throws around the wayward and wandering, has escaped "the vulture's eye,” and almost every and leads him back to virtue and to heaven, sasother eye, where she has cast forth her costliest ing, as she gives him in : “ Here am I and ke pearls, and shown such qualities of her native cha- whom thou gavest me.” racter as almost merit our adoration. This scene Worcester, Mass. July 3, 1841. has been allotted to the drunkard's wife. How she has filled this most desperate outpost of humanity, will be revealed when the secrets of human life shall be disclosed “to more worlds than this." When the history of hovels, and of murky garrets THE EXCHANGE HOTEL. shall be given in ; when the career of the enslaved inebriate shall be told, from the first to the lowest

We feel peculiar pleasure in announcing to our degree of his degradation,—there will be a memo- readers, that since we issued the last number of rial made of woman, worthy of being told and the Messenger, we have been, by invitation, one of heard in heaven. From the first moment she gave

a party who assembled to dedicate the Exchange up her young and hoping heart, and all its trea

Hotel to the purposes for which its liberal projectsures into the hands of him she loved, to the luck-tors had designed it-an announcement which wili less hour when the charmer, wine, fastened around be received with no ordinary delight by such oi that loved one, all the serpent spells of its sor- our Southern friends, who, in past times, bara cery,--down through all the crushing of her young- sighed for some hospitable resting place in the born hopes,—through years of estrangement and Metropolis of the Old Dominion. strange insanity,—when harsh unkindness bit at No longer will they lament a detention in cur her heartstrings with an adder's tooth, thence city, nor congratulate themselves that they bare down through each successive depth of disgrace escaped from the portals of a comfortless hotel

. and misery, until she bent over the drunkard's

Its architectural beauty has already constituted grave;-throngh all these scenes, a halo of divini- it an ornament to the city, and the splendid and ty has gathered around her, and stirred her to liberal manner in which it is conducted must, ere angel-deeds of love. When the maddened victim long, render it an object of pride to its citizens. tried to cut himself adrift from the sympathy and

The following extract from the Enquirer wil society of God and man, she has clung to him, present a bird's-eye view of its claim to the highess and held him to her heart “ with hooks of steel."

rank

among American Hotels : And when he was cast out, all defiled with his lep

“It is a lofty structure, with the appearance of dark rous pollution,—when he was reduced to such a different elevations, commanding one of the most extent

nite; ihe roof white and surmounted by two domes thing as the beasts of the field would bellow at,- and picturesque prospects of the city, river and copy there was one who still kept him throned in her which ever solicited the pencil of the Panoramist

. We heart of hearts; who could say over the fallen, cannot undertake to enter into all the details of this 26 drivelling creature : “ Although you are nothing mense and superb establishment-with its more than 18 to the world, you are all the world to me." When rooms, exclusive of the basement, in which among other that awful insanity of the drunkard set in upon airy passages and halls—the lower door and bar over en

offices, the Post Office is now kept-with its lerze szł him, with all its fiendish shapes of torture; while ered with squares of marble--its dining room, capable of he lay writhing beneath the scorpion stings of the dining 400 persons-its lady's ordinary, and the lady s fiery phantasies and furies of delirium tremens - tiful drawing-room, fitted out in the most elegant seyleries there was woman by his side, enslaved with all the lodging rooms, arranged for comfort and ease-vità es for attributes of her loveliness. There was her tear- change and Reading Room and Ball Room, on the recent

niture, which cost more than 340,000, with its fine Et ful, love-beaming eye, that never dimmed but with side of the square with the stores which are carried out tears when the black spirits were at him.

There of the hasement on the south and west-with its batis-sod

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, by a very enterprising company, who have spared ing ringlets over her neck in beautiful profusion, neither money nor time, nor taste, to make it equal to the and her taper white fingers rested tremblingly upon first Hotels in the North. It is under the management of the arm of her companion, and her large black eye Mr. Boyden, from New-York-whose experience enables was raised meaningly up to his face, a strange prohim to conduct it in a style equal to the Astor or the Tre- phecy might have stirred the spirit of the gazer, to mont House."

mourn that one so spiritually lovely was destined In addition to the above we have only to add, so soon to lie down and make her cold bed amid that the opening dinner was one of which much the green graves of the churchyard, whose white will be told in times to come : the richness of the spire might be seen modestly rising amid a distant viands—the choiceness of the wines—the racy wit, cluster of trees. the general hilarity and good-feeling which pre- The youth seemed to be earnestly engaged in sided at the board, will establish it hereafter " a conversation with the fair being who leaned upon green spot in Memory’s waste." It would give us his arm, and the following sentences might have pleasure to introduce the proprietor of this splen- been caught by the listener: did establishment to our readers, but we fear we “ Yes, Mary,” said he in answer to some quesshould fail to do him justice, and must therefore urge tion proposed by the fair listener," the road to them to give him a call, when they will find him the fame is now fairly open before me, and in a short best of landlords—a rare caterer and an urbane time, with the blessings of kind heaven, I shall gentleman.

clasp you to my breast as the brightest jewel it

could wear. Nay, nay, do not look upon me so
sadly, or you will make me suppose you do not
feel that interest in my advancement I thought you

did.” HENRY NORMAN AND MARY NEVILLE.

The latter part of his speech was uttered half

playfully, half seriously, as he put back a stray BY J. C. M'CABE.

ringlet that had wandered over her forehead, and

kissed her pale brow with a delicate fervor.
The departed! the departed!
They visit us in dreams;

You wrong me, Henry; I do wish you suc-
And they glide above our memories,

cess,” she replied. "Ah, truly do I; but a selfish Like shadows over streams

thought crossed my mind while you were speaking.

I thought the day will arrive when my Henry will
The melody of Summer waves,

have won his laurel,—when the proud and the
The thrilling notes of birds,

great and the noble will listen to his words of Can never be so dear to me,

wisdom and his tones of deep eloquence; but poor As their remembered words. -— Park Benjamin. Mary will not be with him to share his triumph. 'Twas a Summer evening, bright-balmy and The cold, cold grave, Henry, will ere then be beautiful. Prodigal of birds, green leaves and mine." sweet flowers—a period when all the softer and “Oh God!" replied the youth,“ do not madden more tender sympathies of our spirits harmonizing me with such a thought. Has not the hope that with the surrounding beauties of sweet nature, you would one day be mine, cheered me in my make us feel our heavenly parentage ; and imagi- darkest hours of gloom and despondency? Have nation, catching its colorings from the beautiful I not toiled over the pages of almost obsolete vopresent

, pictures the bright and hallowed inheri- lumes, gleaning knowledge from their mouldering lance of the spirit, when, freed from the imperfec- leaves ?-have I not risen with the dawn, still tions of humanity , it shall rise to the enjoyment of striving to strengthen the foundations of mind ?

have I not left the heartless crowd, where folly Two young beings stood beside a murmuring held immortal spirits enthralled, in order to master tream, that wound its way through a valley, over- science, knowing that the day would come with its hang and surrounded with the rich foliage of rich reward for patient toil?–and all, all this that mingled trees and vines. One was of a tall manly I might reap a competency, with which to welform; his lofty brow

wore the marks which nature come you to the bosom, whose idol even from head there enstamped to challenge admiration. In- childhood you have been ?" tellect beared from his dark expressive eye ; and

" I know it all, Henry; and could my disease mobis firm but musical voice was heard above the be arrested, -could those cold feelings which somemippling of the stream, it required no diviner of times, even in my happiest moods

, cluster around mysteries to tell that his mind was of that order, my heart be removed, could even “ Hope, the which, however few may equal, all are bound to charmer," whisper one consolatory sentence, I

"might express myself otherwise : but I do not wish

the Saint's everlasting rest.

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to deceive you. It seems hard, I know, that one general favorite, and among none more so than with so young as I, should be summoned to prepare for the Professors. One of these gentlemen, in parthat dark journey so early; when all around seem ticular, took a wonderful fancy to young Norman, to woo and win the spirit back to earth ; when the and, as often as consistent with his duties, would birds sing so sweetly—and the flowers bloom in seek the cool shade, together with his pupů; and their rich beauty-and the skies smile so blandly— dropping the sternness of the preceptor, in the and the green leaves wave and rustle so invitingly bland and familiar conversation of the friend and in the cool breezes of evening-I know it seems companion, he would enlist the attention and eshard, very hard to give them up; to close the eye cite the curiosity of his young associate for hours to their beauties,-and more than all this, yea infi- together. nitely more, to be compelled to part from the first This gentleman was Mr. Neville, of French beloved one, so gifted, so noble, so brave, so gen- parentage; but his father driven into exile by the tle—it is hard, hard, hard! Yet, Heavenly Father, petty freaks of a haughty and imperious monarch, I bow to thy will!"

found means, with his son, to escape to AmericaHenry Norman bent his manly head upon his where, bestowing upon him a superior education, bosom and wept. He had dreaded the confession which was afterwards finished in one of the first to his own soul, that disease was wasting the lovely Universities of Europe, the father died, bequeathflower before him ; but now that the truth came ing to his son "naught but an honest name. upon him, not hurriedly, nor passionately, but He soon obtained a valuable professorship in one calmly from the victim herself, the cherished hopes of the most popular Colleges then in our country, of his bosom withered beneath the torture of the dis- and a short time afterwards was united to a beautiful closure, and the agonizing vision of the dying Mary and accomplished woman, by whom he had one “ Came o'er him, and he wept, he wept !”

daughter-whom, I need not inform the reader, The sun slowly sank behind the hills, as Henry was the lovely, but drooping flower, Mary Neville. Norman and Mary Neville retraced their steps to Upon leaving the University, Norinan had adthe dwelling of Mrs. Neville, the mother of Mary; dressed himself to the practice of the law : he had where silently kissing her almost bloodless cheek, obtained the requisite admission to the bar, and as he handed her in the door-way, he turned to had already signalized himself in his maiden speech seek in the unbroken solitude of his chamber, that of great power and beauty. It was at this period relief in prayer-aye! and tears too, which his that the kind-hearted and amiable Neville, was tortured spirit needed.

suddenly called from this to a better state of exisHenry Norman was the orphan of an English tence, leaving to his afflicted wife the task of reargentleman, who early emigrating to “this western ing the one pledge of their mutual love—the angel world,” had identified himself with its rise and ra- Mary. pid improvements; and falling in love with the From the intimacy which had existed between republican institutions of our country, he became Mr. Neville and his pupil, and the kind regard soon a prominent citizen in the land of his adoption. with which he was received into the family of that

He was united to an amiable lady, who died in gentleman as a guest, Norman became a constant giving birth to her child—a son.

visiter at Mrs. Neville's—and his admiration of the By an unlucky turn in his affairs, Mr. Norman little girl, grew into intense love for the beautiful was reduced from a state of almost affluence, to and delicate woman. And when on one lovely one of comparative poverty; and at his death, after evening as they wandered forth upon the bills tohis administrator had closed his affairs, and made a gether, he breatned his love into willing ears

, settlement with his creditors, there was found just Mary Neville consented to become the bride of enough to continue and finish the education of his Henry Norman. son—who was then a pupil of the celebrated Dr. The sudden death of Mr. Neville-his mother

** of New-York, who afterwards received the had djed also suddenly when he was a child-lef appointment of Professor of Rhetoric in the Uni- a vivid impression on the mind of his child : an

. versity of

with alarm her mother and friends be held the With a rapidity that astonished the Professors stealthy step of consumption, as revealed in her themselves, he mastered every science that pre- broken slumbers and her bloodless cheek. sented itself; and when he left the University, the Henry Norman was rising in his profession; degree of A. M. which was conferred upon him, and after a most signal triumph at the bar ortas was never more honorably won, or more cordially one of the ablest counsellors of the day—and old bestowed.

lawyers had predicted in his hearing that his ferIt was during the earlier period of his entrance tune was sure

-he hastened, proud of his success into the College, that I became acquainted with to seek Mary Neville. He strolled with her det him; for although a resident of the same village, towards their usual haunt; and it was on this oecayet he had been at school for years-returning sion that our story opens. home only at vacations. He became at College a How hard it is for us to realize the approach of

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