and even fierce demeanor. Immediately glanced restlessly from side to side, as after, with a strong expression of surprise, they passed through the long glittering he asked, "That ring! whence came it ?" lines, and waving banners of the Gothic In the turmoil of her feelings, Julia had soldiery.

forgotten the ring, which as a talisman Pale as marble, and her face closely of safety, she had almost hopelessly pla-wrapped in her veil, Julia tottered along, ced on her finger. Her mother had been leaning on the arm of a slave, who even taken from her by a murderous mandate in that terrible hour, remained faithful.— of her country, and she was left alone to As she passed before the canopy, the act for herself. She remembered the in-files of soldiers closed in before her, lowjunction she had received with the mysered their banners till they swept the terious stone, and holding it towards the ground, and a long,wild shout of triumph soldier, said, with assumed firmness, "Re-burst from the assembled armies. Alaric spect it!" descended from his throne, and taking

"I do respect it. Henceforth you are the maiden's hand in his, placed her by safe, lady. I swear that the heaven a- his side. Another shout broke from the bove us is not more inviolate than you Goths. Julia looked around with a befrom danger or insult. Follow my steps wildered air, and then for the first tiane with what speed you may, since you will at the face of her companion.

not trust me to support you."

"Manlius!" said she, at length.
"My own Julia!"

"Do I dream ?"

With faltering steps the maiden followed the barbarian till he paused before the sanctuary of the Vatican. Here he "A dream that you may be long in a respectfully conducted her into the waking from, my Julia. Manlius is no church,and left her in charge of the guar-more, or rather he never was but a shaddians of the place. As he turned to go, ow, to remind you of happy days, and to and Julia attempted through tears of joy tell you that the Rome which could sacand fear to thank him, "Farewell, lady," rifice Serena, is unworthy the regret of said he, "if I have rendered you some Julia. Am I so very dreadful as your service, you will the more readily forgive Roman nurses tell you, my Julia? She in me a presumption and cruelty, which looked in his smiling face and was silent. I can never forgive myself."

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record of the daring deeds, the desperate History has preserved for us, a slight

Julia had no time for surprise, and indeed such was the horrid tumult in the city that her personal interests seemed too insignificant for a moment's consid- valor, and the indefatigable ardor of the mirror of barbarian chivalry. It has giveration. Her safety, however, seemed provided for. The Goths, many of them, en us, too, the mournful record of his themselves Christians, respected the premature death. With the assistance of the slight outline which it marks out Christian sanctuaries, and barbarians as

they were, might have given to Rome a for us, we may picture to ourselves the lesson of clemency and moderation. But fierce mountain torrent, diverted by the it was an age when war was mere slaughstern efforts of his weeping soldiers from its native channel, to receive in its bed the last remains of the hero: we may see

ter.

It was night, and carnage itself lay down, wearied, to rest. The morning

cession of the Romans who had survived

the splendid trophies, the rich spoils, the

uncounted treasures that adorned the

senate marched first with bowed heads, and were followed by the drooping and dejected soldiers. Then followed the wretched populace, in order and silence. They passed two by two before the imperial canopy which had been erected in one of the public squares, for the temporary accommodation of the barbarian chief. Scarcely dared they raise their eyes to the stern face of the victor, but!

light brought a message to the trembling royal sepulchre; through the ages that gatherers in the church, to join the pro- have since gone by, we may hear the that terrible day, and to pass before the wild wail of his devoted warriors, the long melancholy note that told his descent to conqueror to receive their sentence, The We may see the rushing of the river, his strange and splendid resting place.once more into its natural channel, and hear its moanings forever over the hero's dust in its bosom. But, who shall paint the sorrow of the youthful wife? who shall describe the desolation that struck deadly on the heart of Julia? Lady's Book

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Old Winter is Coming-Female Education.

OLD WINTER IS COMING.

BY MISS HANNAH F. GOULD.

Old winter is coming again-alack!
How icy and cold is he!

He cares not a pin for a shivering back,

The Essayist.

For the Ladies' Pearl.

FEMALE EDUCATION.

That female education is too superficial

He's a saucy old chap to white and black, is apparent to the most casual observer:

He whistles his chills with a wonderful knack,

For he comes from a cold country.

A witty old fellow this winter is ;

A mighty old fellow for glee;

He cracks his jokes on the pretty sweet miss,

the fashionable course of study pursued at many of our female seminaries hardly merits the name of education. What is its extent, and what its object? If we may judge from observation, we shall conclude that its extent is vanity, its object, ostentation. Overlooking the fundamental branches of science, a little grammar, rhetoric, botany, a smattering of French, a few months devoted to music and dancing, and her education is "finished," and the young lady is sent into the world to meet the responsibilities of her station. This course is wrong utility, the great end of study, is And ruffle the laces the pretty girls bought, forgotten, the standard of science is lower

The wrinkly old maiden unfit to kiss,
And freezes the dew of their lips-for this
Is the way with such fellows as he !
Old winter's a frockilsome blade I wot

He is wild in his humor and free! He'll whistle along for the want of his thought,'

And set all the warmth of our furs at

naught,

For a frolicsome old fellow is he!

Old winter is blowing his gusts along,

And merrily shaking the tree!
From morning till night he will sing his

song;

Now moaning and short-now howling
and long,

His voice is loud,for his lungs are strong
A merry old fellow is he.

ed, its value depreciated, and this too at the expense of time, health, and money.But it is easier to censure faults, than to

correct them; of this we are aware, and without making pretensions to great erudition or reading, propose to give a few thoughts, suggested by common sense and

observation.

Old winter's a wicked old chap I weenFirst, then, the grammar of our own lanAs wicked as ever you'll see! He withers the flowers so fresh and green, guage is indispensable, as this is the mediAnd bites the pert nose of the miss of six-um of communicating and receiving tho'ts. An accurate pronunciation, an understanding of the meaning of words, and the philosophy of the English language, are of the greatest importance.

teen,

As she triumphantly walks in maidenly

sheen

A wicked old fellow is he!

Old winter's a tough old fellow for blows,
As tough as ever you'll see!
He'll trip up our trotters, and rend our
clothes,

Secondly,the fundamental rules of numbers; having acquired these, a little analysis and discrimination will facilitate their And stiffen our limbs from fingers to toes-application to the dependent parts of arithHe minds not the cry of his friends or his foes

metic.

Thirdly, Natural Philosophy claims attention; and an attentive perusal of the simple text books of our schools will give one a tolerable insight into the machinery of Nature.

Fourthly, the description of the earth and the history of its inhabitants: these are sister studies and should be pursued in uni

In the general scale of beings, the low-son; at least, sufficient History should be est is as useful, and as much a link of interwoven with Geography to interest the the great chain, as the highest.

scholar and fix localities permanently in

tures.

the mind. We should never advance one should select one for literature and taste step in History without definite ideas of and another for news. The daughters of our location. These two studies are em New England are too ignorant of the great phatically practical, and are called into re-enterprises of the age. While the young quisition in every situation of life. Yet, lady is thrumming her piano, nations are notwithstanding their utility, the female struggling into existence, and dynasties exportion of community are lamentably ig- piring, without her knowledge. How few norant of them. The lady ignorant of understand the merits of the last glorious these branches,hears of volcanic eruptions, struggle of the Greeks for liberty, or the earthquakes, and inundations, with ideas late revolutions of Europe: how few even too vague for recollection. Having never know the cause of our own disaffection totraced their localities on the map or read ward the mother country, and the causes their history, she is quite at loss to deter of our revolution. We would not advise mine in what continent or toward what meek-hearted woman to rush into the arepoint of the compass, she shall look for na of politics, but for her own and her these fearful transactions, and reference to||children's honor, she should know the asbooks alone can settle her blind conjec-pect of nations, and keep the "run" of the world's accounts. If half the time sacrifiAstronomy, or at least an introduction ced at the shrine of fashion, were devoted to the temple, of which the visible heav-to reading useful and instructive works, ens are but the portals, is a study too sub-good would accrue to both the moral and lime to need commendation. Here is a intellectual powers. We say useful and science fitted for the boldest imagination, instructive books, because the world is the most daring flights of fancy, as well as flooded with novels,which contaminate the the rigid demonstrations of mathematics. mind of their readers, and forever give The astronomer is at home in the great them a distate for solid reading. Let the temple of nature, and he measures the di-young lady beware of the froth of our cirmensions of the visible heavens, and calculating libraries-the very scum of literculates the distances of suns and systems;ature. Histories, Memoirs, and standard as familiar with the starry sky as the ge- literary works are accessible to all, which ographer is with this nether world. A one cannot read without becoming wiser knowledge of Astronomy opens the vast and better. The history of our own counness of creation, shows the insignificance try abounds in interesting incidents, man`s of earth, and the frailty of man, and leads valor, and woman's devotion. the inquiring mind through the mazes of Nature" up to Nature's God."

In addition to the above acquirements, add that of domestic education, which evThese branches we recommend to the ery "good girl" will receive under the paattention of every young lady,as the foun-rental roof,and her education is—completdation of a sound education: not that weed? No! not completed, for we give no disparage those branches called "orna-encouragement to the idea that learning mental," but we consider them of minor will cease while being lasts—but her eduimportance. Let the foundation be laid, cation will be acquired, fitted to the exithe edifice erected, and then, if circum-gencies of life and the responsible duties of stances permit, receive its embellishments the female sex. and decorations.

D.

saw the young bride, in her beauty and pride,

Bedecked in her snowy array,

And the bright flush of joy mantled high||But I saw when they stood bending low

on her cheek,

And the future looked blooming and gay; And with woman's devotion she laid her fond heart

At the shrine of idolatrous love, And she anchored her hopes to this perishing earth,

By the chain which her tenderness wove. But I saw when those heart-strings were bleeding and torn,

And the chain had been severed in two, She had changed her white robes for the sables of grief,

And her bloom for the paleness of wo! But the Healer was there, pouring balm on her heart,

And wiping the tears from her eyes, And he strengthened the chain he had broken in twain,

And fastened it firm to the skies; There had whispered a voice, 'twas, the voice of her God,

"I love thee, I love thee!-pass under the rod."

I saw the young mother in tenderness bend
O'er the couch of her slumbering boy,
And she kissed the soft lips as they mur-
mured her name,

While the dreamer lay smiling in joy.
Oh! sweet as a rose-bud encircled with

dew,

And taken her treasure away,

And the mourner will sweetly obey!

o'er the grave,

Where their heart's dearest hopes had been laid,

And the star had gone down in the darkness of night,

And the joy from their bosoms had fled: But the Healer was there, and his arms were around,

And he led them with tenderest care, And he showed them a star in the bright upper world,

'Twas their star shining brilliantly there! They had each heard a voice, 'twas the voice of their God,

"I love thee, I love thee!-pass under [Knickerbocker.

the rod."

This is one of the basest and blackest,

passions that rankle in the human breast, destroying the peace and happiness of the one who permits it, and often of the one against whom it rages. Hidden within the deep recesses of the heart where no eye

can penetrate, but that of him from whom nothing can be hid, it seldom directly manifests itself to the light, but indirectly, in accordance with its own meanness,through the means of some of the most abominable actions that ever disgrace human nature.-Enveloped in stygian shades it engenders a brood of lies, slanders and detractions, and excites the unhappy victim of its pow er to scatter them abroad; unheeding, or

To allure her to heaven, he has placed it rather rejoicing at the tears, which thus are on high, caused to flow, and at the sorrow that There had whispered a voice, 'twas the swells the bosoms of those who are affectvoice of her God, ed thereby; and smiling with demoniac "I love thee, I love thee!-pass under triumph when it sees the fairest characters

the rod.'

withering under its influence like the flowI saw when a father and mother had lean'der when plucked and scattered to the On the arms of a dear cherished son, winds; or the brightest earthly hopes that And the star in the future grew bright to light up man's gloomy pathway, fading as the rose blasted by untimely frost.

their gaze,

As they saw the proud place he had won; And the fast-coming evening of life promised tair,

And its pathway grew smooth to their feet,

Take an example. M- was a young lady, the pride of her parents and the ad-. miration of all who had the happiness to She was adorned with every grace that nature bestows, and her mind And the whispers of fancy were sweet; had been assiduously cultivated by the

And the star-light of love glimmered bright know her. at the end,

terest."

hand of education. She possessed an ami- "Marry you ?" replied the astonished able temper, to which was added the captain-believing her to be of a suspicious character "leave my vessel incharms of religion, and the meekness of a child of heaven : such was the victim that stantly, if you know what is for your inEnvy marked for destruction. She next went to the mate's berth, and A young man, around whose heart envy asked him if he would marry her, and had writhed its sinuous folds, and only receiving an answer similar to the capwaited an opportunity to show forth its tain's, she went upon deck, where Tudor was engaged in some business, and put deadly rage, sought her hand, but was rethe same question to him.

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fused. This fired the serpent in his heart "With all my heart," answered Tuand forth issued its dread array of means dor, in a half serious and half jocular prepared to blast her character, soil her manner. fair reputation, and wither those blooming "Then," said she, come along with charms he could not possess. Too well me." Tudor left his work and followed her, did they succeed: though few believed the with motives which he afterwards declarfalsehoods and slanders, yet reaching hered he could never satisfactorily account ear they caused the rose to wither on her for, even to himself. By the time they cheek, the bloom of health to fade from had reached the principal streets of the her brow; and eventually laid her in the city, many of the shops had been opened. The lady entered a barber's, followed by Tudor, beckoned him to be seated, and But the author of this wretchedness and ordered the knight of the razor to take off wce to others, did not escape; for con- his beard and hair, both of which operascience's keenest stings pierced his soul, tions he unquestionably greatly stood in and the light of eternal truth flashed ever need of. She footed the bill, and they and anon in scorching rays upon his guilty She requested that the best lot of beavleft the shop,but soon entered a hat store. mind and thus spending the remnant of : his life in wretchedness and misery, the detestation and abhorrence of all the virtuous, he sunk to a dishonored grave.

silent tomb.

The Young Lady.

ers in the store might be placed upon the counter, and then told Tudor to select such a one as suited him. He soon did this-the price was paid by the ladyTudor threw aside his old tarpaulin, and left the store in company with his companion, in a beaver that would not have disgraced his majesty, the king himself.

CHANGE OF FORTUNE. They next visited a shoe store, where

A PLAIN STATEMENT OF FACTS.

Tudor was not long in selecting a pair of boots, nor the lady in paying for them. Tudor by this time was puzzled to diSome sixty-five or seventy years ago,a vine the object the lady had in view, and vessel from Boston arrived at one of the it must be acknowledged he was apprewharves in London. Among the hands hensive all was not right. But fully aon board, was one by the name of Tudor, ware that he had committed no crime to a steady, respectable, and well-looking make him dread the face of any mortal, young man, who acted in the capacity of and wishing to see the end of the farce both cooper and sailor. Very early one which he considered then fairly commenmorning, and before any hand than Tu-ced, he was determined to press forward, dor had come upon deck, a young, beau- prepared for the worst, trusting every tiful, and tolerably well dressed female thing to his guide and companion. He came tripping down the street to the ves- solicited from the lady an explanation of sel, and inquired of Tudor for the cap- her designs, but she told him to be silent tain. She was told he had not yet risen, and ask no questions, and immediately but she insisted upon seeing him without led the way into a clothing store, with delay, and with Tudor's permission pro- Tudor at her side. Here Tudor was told ceeded to his berth, and arousing him, to select the best suit of clothes in the addressed him with"Good morning, Captain; I have called articles of clothing; and the sailor in his to see if you will marry me." doublet, tar-bedaubed pantaloons, and

store that fitted him, with corresponding