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BY MRS. M. E. HEWITT.

mented with chenam, the sides and dechs are beautifully | his fish; and urges all, with the usual argument of varnished. The cabin is low, plain, but also varnished, and the bamboo seats are about the height of a lady's foot- And now he has attracted a customer-one of the

' here they go--0--0!" to purchase at his cart. stool. At the further end of the cabin, opposite to the en. trance, is an altar, gaudily decorated with gold and silver “gentler sex.” A lady whose morning toilette foil. The goddess of ihe shrine is a waxen image, dressed has been but hurriedly made. He singles out, and in flaunting satin and ribbons. A lamp and“ Ghos stick”are holds up to her view a large, tempting shad. Now barning beside her,--while before her, are the morning of. he turns it about, and expatiates on its delicate serings of the crew, consisting of a cup of tea, some ginger, and a little fruit

. The "Ghos stick” is a species of slow qualities. The customer hangs back and the fish match. With the lamp it is kept constantly burning, and it

merchant grows more eloquent. The customer is would presage a dreadful calamity, were either to be ex- satisfied, and the man has sold his shad. tinguished by accident, or to expire from neglect.

Those villainous young idlers are again at their The land, clothed with the universal pine as we near it, game of "pitching coppers," at this early hour of presents very much the appearance of our own coast, ex. the morning,—and the sweep is abroad with his cepting that in some places by gentle slopes; in others, ab- melancholy strain, making the air vocal with his ruptly from the beach, it rises into hills, which, aspiring as they recede, wreath their bald and craggy tops with the melody. Before the area gate of each one of the clouds which float in the distance. With the exception of half-dozen houses near, stands a milk waggon with the peculiar equipment of the boats, the dress and complex. its two bright jars of dilution. Its impatient ocion of their crews, and the milk-white dolphins playing cupant, with a present anathema for the dilatory around us, there is much in the aspect of the country to re

servant-maid his tongue, and the angry remonmind us of our own. The deep and brilliant green which pervaded the landscapes of Sumatra and Java, is super

strances of expectant customers farther on, in perseded by the duller brit more wholesome tints of our more spective, utters ever and anon the shrill cry pecutemperate and more happy clime. We came to anchor liar to the venders of the watery element among us. near the island, and almost within the shadow of the moun. Vehicles in infinite variety, in passing to and tain peak of Lintin, about eighty miles from Canton. fro, are scattering abroad the sweepings, yesterday

so carefully collected into heaps on either side, by the gentlemen whose province it is to keep the

streets in order. And their manner of effecting An Hour at my Window on May Morning. this is worthy the observation of those in authority.

For“ our street," I can vouch that the business of

cleansing the same, is conducted in a style truly "Ce n'est que le premier pas qui coute," I ex- original. In the sprinkling necessary previous to claimed, as making a last, desperate effort to break sweeping, the watering-pot is dispensed with, and from a somnolency against which for the previous a stout man, taking the lead of his compeers, with half hour I had been vainly contending, I sprang a broad shovel profusely distributes the abominafrom the couch where my morning dream had been tion from the gutters to the right and left upon the of sacking cities of the roll of artillery, the bray- dusty pavement. This, as the pump stands half ing of trumpets, the fierce yells of an infuriated way down the street, is a saving in labor-and in multitude, and a thousand other horrors;-and now, April, one's olfactory organ is rather les delicate fully awake, I became aware of a more than usual than in August ; but-faugh—The broom foldisturbance in our noisiest of all noisy streets. lows quickly, and the reeking mass-gathered into Surely the house is on fire! thought I, much heaps—is sometimes left exposed for days npon the alarmed—and throwing my dressing gown around street previous to its removal. me, I rushed to the window. The whole neigh- The sidewalks and doorsteps yonder are littered borhood seemed to be in an uproar. Blessed Saint with fragments of straw and paper; and from the Anthony! Half a dozen fish merchants, with ear- open hall-door of the opposite house, issue two men distracting trump, were here assembled ; and be- bearing a hand-barrow, laden with divers articles tween each discordant blast from primitive conch of china and glassware, pictures, &c. A sudden and warlike bugle, arose loud cries from lungs De- light bursts upon me! 'tis “moving day"—the mosthenian, in the almost fruitless endeavor to dreaded “ first of May!" arouse the inhabitants to an appreciation of the

It would seem that during the night every habivendibles so perseveringly proclaimed.

tation in the neighborhood had voided forth its Near by, where four corners are formed by an yearly accumulation of filth. Yonder house has intersecting street, stands a veteran triton. He disgorged itself of much, bearing marks of the has halted in the midst, and raising to his lips a tooth of Time, and abundance of casuality. There, ** tooting wepon” that, for length and power of from amid a heap of straw—the refuse of some sound might put the vaunted Alpine horn to shame, garret bed-peep out sundry bits of old rags, and rives out a blast to the East and to the West, to the projecting corners of several varieties of brothe North and to the South, and with stentorian ken crockery-ware; and an inquisitive hog, in pryvoice attest to that oft boasted, rarely to be met ing among a pile, has brought to light an old boot

, with quality among us—the peculiar freshness of worn to the uunost stretch of endurance. There

too lies a mutilated coffee-pot, a crownless hat and An ingenious conceit to typify the innocence supa lidless tin-roaster, wherein rust hath usurped the posed to nestle within. But such is the force of place of savoriness,—and yonder lord of the hen- habit that we, wbu have always been led to assoroost, in scratching for provender wherewith to re- ciate the idea of innocence with a white froek, gale his half-dozen feminine dependents, has turned blue sash and flowing hair, can hardly reconcile up a lady-like shoe, of the most delicate make. ourselves to the thought of the seraphie goddess, Such, as in the day of its newness, could only arrayed in fashionable attire. have clasped a foot of the tiniest proportions. But What room for speculation on character one to be thrown aside has been the lot of old shoes, finds in individual portraits—especially if there be ever since the days of those early cordwainers, the aught fanciful attempted in the costume. I reEgyptians. And by the by, I wonder whether Se- member one, among others of less ambition, at a sostris wore slippers manufactured from the papy- late exhibition of pictures at the National Acarus, or the more modern sandal?

demy. It was that of a lady in a white satin goldBut the crowning feature of the heap, is the an- embroidered skirt, and a long crimson velvet train tiquated and very faded pink bonnet. Once beau- bordered with ermine-sauntering beneath the shatiful conception! When first brought home, with dow of umbrageous boughs, through a garden what joy wert thou received, and what del ghted blooming on either hand with flowers of the choiplaudits were lavished on thy perfections. How cest hues. Now, independent of the supposition carefully wert thou deposited within the recepta- that velvet and ermine must be uncomfortably warm cle appropriated to thee; and when no jealous eyes materials for summer wear, and a train an awkward were near, how wert thou brought forth from thy appendage in one's garden-walks, I question whether hiding-place, to be again and again tried on before even royalty itself indulges in the like regal parathe glass, and admired by the fair owner. Then phernalia on any other than State occasions. came thy advent at church-thy first Sabbath in But hark! The sound of music at a distance, the sanctuary-stealing thought from Heaven, and A foreign looking man bearing a hand-organ apfilling the heart of many a less fortunate damsel proaches. He strikes up a merry tune—the “Colthan thy fair owner with envy. But thy fashion lege Hornpipe.” What a world of old associahath departed, and thou art cast aside to make way tions the strain revives! It carries me back to for another and a newer favorite. And this is the my“ dancing-school days," and I execute every way of the world.

step over again in imagination. “Very well, made. Of all the whimsical vagaries of fashion, I know moiselle! go on-c'est bien! Now the rocking of none wherein she displays her waywardness to step-la-la-la-la-la—. Very well. Now le pas a greater degree, than in the constant change in de Basque. C'est bien !- And now le pas difficile the style and proportions of the female head-dress; advance forward with your heels. Ha! Beaut-ifal" and I doubt if any one article within the whole But 'tis over, and the organ begins a melancholy range of the feminine wardrobe, can appear more strain. A woman of Amazonian proportions, in a outré to feminine eyes than an old fashioned bon-handkerchief turban, and that most ungraceful of net.

of all walking-dresses-an English riding-habisBut what an elaborate piece of patchwork covers steps out from amid the ragged assemblage, and, yonder barrow! This has taxed the ingenuity of executing a preliminary shake of her tambourite, some pains-taking grandame. What variety in its takes up the air, and quavers forth “ I'd be a butconformation. There is the rose patch," and the ter-fly born in a bow-er," in a most lachrymose “ triangular patch." There is the “French patch,” manner. To this succeeds " Home, sweet home " the “star patch," and the “Maltese cross.” There The handbarrow is arrested in its progress, and is the “ quadrangular patch," the “herring-bone,” the wrapt fish merchant leans listlessly against his and the “true lover's not.” Praised be the indus- cart. But the lady has gone through with her esta: try of the past generation ! Now have I some logue of songs, and the tambourine is handed round curiosity to know what is concealed beneath so for contributions. A few pennies are collected, dainty a coverlid. But wishing is vain, and peep- and the musicians depart to tempt fortune in 2011ing, out of the question. The folds are as imper- ther quarter. vious to inquisitive eyes, as the veil of Isis. But what fresh disturbance is this? Those ide

But make way for the portrait of the lady in and wanton boys have fastened the noseless coffeegreen velvet and the large gold chain. Now, was pot to the inqusitive hog's tail; and while he rens the arrangement of that hair, the work of a Manuel, ahead, grunting and squealing, greatly annoyed at or of a Martin. With what exceeding care it is the unusual appendage, the boys rush on behind, bowed and braided at the top of the head, and shouting and beating the rusted tin-roaster with frizzled on either side the face, in a mode some deafening pertinacity. And now the goaded anieight or ten years out of date. The bared arms mal ventures a tilt against the knights of the ca are raised, and the protecting palms shelter a dove verlid, and upsetting the foremost, the barrow falls that, with outspread wings, flutters on her bosom. with a crash-and alas for the careful house wite!

LETTER III.

The moment discovers sundry broken jars of choice ples, and trains of reasoning contained in the day's sweetmeats strewn upon the ground. The car- pages, will pass in review before you. If your riers seem frightened at the mishap; but recovering spirit be active, and bent on improvement, a sort of themselves, and gathering up the fragments with self-examination will regularly ensue : nay, and the assistance of those around, they leave the vic- you will write down in your journal an outline, or tor in undisputed possession of the field.

analysis, of what you have just read. The hour But a knock at my door and a warning voice spent thus, will often be as profitable as all the rest admonishes me that "the breakfast is cooling," put together. Meantime, in all your reading, the and I descend to find the coffee at zero, and the consciousness of what you are to do at night will eggs boiled to a consistency that might tax the di- keep your faculties on the stretch. You will be gestive powers of an ostrich.

constantly striving to apprehend the meaning of New-York, May 1, 1841.

every thing—to stow it away in your memory in the most commodious and retainable form—10 judge of its qualities--and to mould it as nearly as possi

ble into a consistent and intelligible whole. From FROM AN UNCLE TO HIS NIECE. such a process, rapid and solid improvement will

inevitably result.

3. At long periods-after months, and yearsA WAY TO MAKE READING PROFITABLE.

you may, in a glance over your journal, take curMy Dear Mary:-You will scarcely find a more sory, yet accurate reviews of your reading; try effectual expedient for turning every page that you your recollection and understanding of it; compare read to good account, than keeping a sort of Jour- your earlier and later diligence, or skill; and trace, NAL of your studies. Let me state some of the step by step, the march of your attainments. At good effects it will produce.

the end of each month, and of each year, it will be 1. It will make you more careful in your choice expedient to recapitulate in one page the names of of books. Having always present to your mind, all the books, pamphlets, &c. that you have read that whatever you do read is to be faithfully noted during that time; classing them under their apin your diary, to confront you at night when you propriate heads, of History, Natural Philosophy, record the day's work, and to look you in the face Moral Philosophy, Poetry, Novels, Magazines, &c.: at future times,—you can hardly fail to bestow a giving to yourself an honest account of what you thought upon the character of any work that falls have done, laudably or otherwise, and of what you into your hands. Mentally you will ask, "Is it so- have omitted. The periodical censorship thus exlid, sensible, and useful—or is it trashy, and per- ercised over yourself, will be a constantly increasing haps mischievous ? — Will it look respectable in stimulus to industry, and to a chastened discriminamy journal, on a cool re-survey ??—'Will any judi- tion. For, very shame will deter you from letting cious friend think the better of me, for having read each monthly or annual account contain more noit?'— These questions will present themselves un- vels, magazines, and poetry, than books of history, called for: and your answers to them, equally and other works of real worth. Gradually,

, you spontaneous, and equally outstripping in speed "the will make the proportion of these as large, and of swift-wing'd arrows of light,” will be decisive those as small, as possible.—Is it not obvious, that against all the known froth and poison of literature. all this will bring you not only specific acquisitions Against what you do not know to be such, they will many and precious, but habits of mind yet more in$0 put you on your guard,—will so prompt you to estimable ? inqure of other people, or so awaken your own Gibson, whose learning and abilities must ever tact and judgment; that any lurking mischief will be admired, however we may condemn his irre'isoon be disclosed to your view: and your time will gion and pedantry, adopted a method very like this be saved from waste,-your mind from enerva- which I have recommended : and in it, is plainly tion; nay perhaps your principles from unperceived, to be discovered the main secret of his wonderful though fatal taint.

attainments. His diary gives a compressed essence 2. What you read, will be better impressed upon of his reading : he entitled it “ Extraits raisonnés your mind. This effect will flow, in a great de- de mes Lectures." Its preface explains its plan, gree, from your being more select in your reading : and contains some remarks which are almost worth for when all noxious or worthless plants have been getting by heart. I will copy them for you : weeded away from the intellectual garden, useful “ This nourishment of the mind” [reading), says ones will necessarily strike deeper, and flourish Gibbon, “ is easily converted into poison. Salmamore. But besides this,-your daily retrospect of sius had read as much as Grotius; perhaps more. what you have been reading, in order to journalize But their different modes of reading made the one it , will bring back many particulars to your memory. an enlightened philosopher, and the other a pedant, Your thoughts will glide again over the ground you puffed up with an useless erudition. have been traversing. The facts, dates, princi- “ Let us read with method; and propose to ourselves an end to which all our studies may point. need not consider this letter as addressed to you at Through neglect of this rule, gross ignorance often all

. It is by a scrupulous fulfilment of the latter disgraces great readers; who, by skipping hastily task, that your journal will be like the fairy's ring, and irregularly from one subject to another, render which pinched the wearer's finger whenever he did themselves incapable of combining their ideas. So wrong: a constant monitor, certainly not omnipomany detached parcels of knowledge cannot form tent to save from vice or indolence, but a powerful a whole. This inconstancy weakens the energies of auxiliary to sincerely good dispositions. the mind; creates in it a dislike to application ; and It is a striking fact, which long ago impressed even robs it of the advantages of natural good sense. me deeply, and may impress you, with the inpur

“Yet, let us avoid the contrary extreme; and tance of care in selecting what you read, -that of respect method, without rendering ourselves its the millions on millions of books in the world, a slaves. While we propose an end in our reading, student of extraordinary diligence can, in forty let not this end be too remote: and when once we years, read only about sixteen hundred volumes, of have attained it, let our attention be directed to a five hundred pages each! This estimate allows him different subject. Inconstancy weakens the under- fifty pages a day: double the quantity that most standing: a long and exclusive application to a readers can digest, of solidly valuable works. How single object hardens and contracts it. Our ideas unspeakable the necessity, then, of forethought, and no longer change easily into a different channel ; of guarded scrutiny, in singling out from so coentand the course of reading to which we have too less a host the few productions which silently, but long accustomed ourselves, is the only one that we surely, are in a great degree to shape your characcan pursue with pleasure.

ter, guide your life, and rule your destiny! With “ To read with attention-exactly to define the what severe justice, with what unyielding self-deexpressions of one author-never to admit a con- nial, should you reject the masses of time-wasting clusion without comprehending its reason-often and mind-weakening, if not heart-corrupting lore, to pause, reflect, and interrogate ourselves-- these which accident, or fashion, or an idle mood, or are so many advices which it is easy to give, but common-place friends, are forever throwing in your difficult to follow.

way, and pressing upon your attention! “But what ought we to read! Each individual It requires courage indeed, as a sagacious and must answer this question for himself, agreeably to elegant writer* observes, to dare to be ignorant of the object of his studies. The only general pre- books and things with which the persons around as cept that I would venture to give, is that of Pliny, are familiar: but it is a courage indispensable to "to read much, but not many things:" to make a every one who would possess a well trained and a careful selection of the best works, and to render well stored mind, or who would leave to posterity them familiar to us, by attentive and repeated pe- any durable evidence of devotion to his country, or rusals.

to mankind. Contrast, with the possession of this “When we have read with attention, there is noble courage, the young gentleman or lady who nothing more useful to the memory than extracts— cannot refrain from devouring every novel, every I speak of extracts made with reflection. I pro- poem whether long or short, and even every sily pose in this manner to give an account to myself magazine story, that chance presents, or that a of my reading. My method will vary with the sub- trifling acquaintance recommends!—I have no iear, ject. In works of reasoning, I will trace their as to your choice between the two characters. general plan, explain the principles established, and

Goodbye, my dear child. examine the consequences deduced from them. A philosopher is unworthy of the name, whose work is, not most advantageously viewed as a whole. After carefully meditating my subject, the only S. TEACKLE WALLIS'S ADDRESS. liberty I shall take, is that of exhibiting it under an Address delivered before the Reading Room Society of arrangement different perhaps from that of my au- Saint Mary's College, Baltimore, at the Annual Cottthor. Throughout, I shall give my opinion with mencement, July 2016, 1811. By S. Teachle Wallis. Esi becoming modesty, but with the courage of a man

The author of this Address, is the writer of those people unwilling to betray the rights of reason.”'

| lar essays which have appeared in the Messenger on S321 I take two things for granted, in what I say to dation to the favorabe notice of our readers. It is velit

and her literature, and therefore it needs no higher Maste?" you on this subject. 1. That you are earnestly rian throughout, and is set forth in the usual handsetzt style disposed to fill your mind with useful and well ar- of its accomplished author. ranged knowledge. 2. That your firmness, and It is against the rules that we have laid down, lə irss ste? love of truth, will make you steadily, at each day's should give this beautiful address entire to our reaktion

to our columns lectures, speeches, orations, &r., else ** end, set down a true account of that day's work ; whether it be creditable, or shameful to you. These on our hands at this time, crowds out the extracts w* !**

some future number. The heavy press of original wat two requisites lie at the foundation of the journal-tended to make. keeping that I recommend: and without them, you * Dugald Stewart-quoted from memory

G. T.

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VOL. VII.

RICHMOND, OCTOBER, 1841.

NO. 10.

THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A MONOMANIAC.

| contemplation of external objects, and their gaze

fixed upon self, and the world within, all-all would When men die of diseases, of which neither the start from that which this internal world reveals, causes nor the symptoms are recognized, the in- and all, I solemnly believe, would share in this dustry of Science is at once exerted to discover the terrible species of insanity! seat of the malady, and the nature of the agents It matters nothing what I might have been! The which have wrought it into being. But when evil events of my life have been few, but painful, and phenomena arise in the soul, they are not only suf- the cause of my misfortunes originated in myself, fered to grow into strength, but even to destroy its and might as well have belonged to the king upon his finest faculties, and that without restraint, whilst throne-to the lowliest peasant that tills the soilrestraint might avail, and without investigation, or to the child of the sun-or to the dweller amidst record, afterwards, when these might at least pos- perpetual snows, as to me—the fated struggler sess the power to place instruction before the fu- with despair. As well also might it have come ture. A fearful volume might have been, and yet into being when the earth was young, and men were may be, composed of such sad histories-startling mighty, as now when the aged sphere turns to the revelations of human weakness, and consequent all-piercing “ Eye of Creation," her myriads of human wretchedness. Were the deep ocean dried, evil and helpless habitants. and all its secrets opened to our scrutiny, less va- I was the child of wealthy parents, but not their ried, less monstrous would be its mighty discoveries, only child. They were occupied with the interests than those which we should receive from the un- and pleasures of their station, fond of their offveiling of one distempered spirit. The distortion spring, but too much occupied, or too careless, to of mental vision, or of natural feeling, perhaps in attend to the forming of their character. My moearly childhood—the bearing upon such a case of ther laughed away existence—my father was dimingling circumstances, that mingling clash—the vided between its business and enjoyments. The influences of hearts that should have been kindred one ridiculed every body and every thing-even upon that of this miserable wanderer from the bea- her children. The other lavished upon them every ten path-how small a portion would these-even indulgence they could desire, and was then heartily these !--compose, of the dark and moving shadows glad to be rid of them for the time. By nature I that we call Life! Oh! Thou, who hast made our myself was shy, sensitive, and retiring, yet full of existence a marvel, and its accompaniments the warm impulse, and of obstinate affections--thereparts of a bewildering labyrinth, amidst whose fore, whenever my mother ridiculed some simple exmysteries the soul wanders, erring and lost in con- pression of feeling, or some sudden betrayal of jecture and perplexity, how shall we elucidate the sentiments which she could not comprehend, I thousand subjects of amazement which crowd and shrank with dread from what appeared to me coarsepress upon our senses—and oh! far more difficult, ness and cruelty, and could thenceforward rarely how shall we extricate ourselves from the entangled unfold myself in her presence. As I grew up, and yet conflicting abstractions, into which our this shyness deepened into a cautious reserve, which minds enter as they enter life, and which, thence- kept me at a distance from the mother, who would forth, hold them incapable alike of advance or re- not understand me, and from the father, who had treat ? Not unto us-not unto us belongs the power never found time to win my confidence. I had two to emerge into light! But Thine, as I have found, brothers, but both were older, and of hardier nato lead us forth, and to provide for the unending Fu-tures than myself, and both had habits of thought ture, that knowledge to which the departing Pre- with which I possessed no power to sympathize. sent cannot attain-to make the unreal, which I think that my mind had grown too quickly ; cireludes our grasp, assume the form and substance of cumstances had developed some of my faculties too Reality, and to open Truth to the enlarged compre- early; it was therefore never strong.

A creahension of an immortal spirit !

ture of vehement passions, vivid imagination, and I cast this Leaf, which contains the record of my unexercised reason, can never be calm or wise consciousness, as well as of the events which have enough for happiness. And such was I, at an early borne upon it, unto the great waters of the world. age; for no one had entered into my heart, or enPerchance, after many days, one shall find it to deavored to train my abilities to good. I was left whom it may seem the mirror of his own suffer- to form my own character; and without experience, ings, or of his own emotions. I have been a Mo- and without fixed principles, what matter of surnomaniac—and could the minds of other men be prise is it that the result should have been distorwithdrawn from the illusions of sense, and the 'tion ? My family were anything but what is

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