Who that studies the picture of Pilate's dropped the curtain and dispersed the auhall drawn by the master hand of the Evan-dience. gelists, does not reverence the meekness of the man of sorrows?' The pomp and circumstance of the Roman Procurator, the glittering of arms, the array of military splendor, and the commanding architect-rantly, permitted to continue their gay

ure of the Hall, are all forgotten, and the eye rests, tearful—admiring—entranced on the VICTIM.

How revolting! how sickening is the idea. One human being, summoned by his judge into eternity, amid a scene of trifling and folly, and his fellows, igno

trippings while every tread disturbed the clay of their dead acquaintance. Truly, the managers of that ball, and the occupant of that house, should meet with the cold expressions of public disapprobation. On them the whole responsibility rests, for they kept it a profound secret.

It is not the scourge, the thorn-studded crown, the buffeting, the insults that fall so pitilessly on the sufferer, that rivets the beholder's eye. No! It is that calm, unrepining, mild, resigned expression of the But what a place to die in! A ball room! victim's features,that steals our soul's high- Let those who would like to die there, freest affections. Amid whips and insults quent such places. For our part we should we naturally look for revenge, anger and choose to die in a place more befiting the threatening, but THERE we find silence! || solemn change, and therefore and for othpity! LOVE!! What wonder, we retire er reasons equally cogent, we shall ever from the scene with bosoms swelling over carefully avoid all such places of splendid with intense, unspeakable admiration of the folly! great Redeemer.

This is the tribute that mind will always pay to Meekness sooner or later, but if it fail to obtain this just tribute here, we may rest assured it will gain it hereafter, when delusions shall have vanished and every thing shall appear in its true and proper light.

AN EXECRABLE OUTRAGE ON HUMANITY. On the day of the President's inauguration, at a ball in Portland, a man dropped down dead, in the early part of the evening. As the circumstance was observed but by few of that thoughtless group, the managers hushed up the fact and permitted the ball to proceed, with the corpse in the house!

Now to us this appears to be one of the most deliberate and execrable outrages on the sympathies of our common nature that the annals of our country contain. It might suit the meridian of Rome in the days of her barbarous gladiatorial spectacles; but that a ball should have been suffered to proceed with a warm corpse in the house, in the christian city of Portland, is abominable in the extreme. Why even play actors, degraded as they are, would have

CENSORIOUSNESS.-Some women seem possessed with the spirit of this dark, social vice. They appear to belong to the race of wasps, who delight in buzzing and stinging. These waspish bipeds carry their stings at the tip of their tongues, and furnish them with renown from the fountains of pride, malice and hatred. Every part of their usually limited powers seems taxed to keep their stings strong and active, and they pursue their tasks of stinging their neighbors with an indefatigable industry that would make them paragons of virtue were it better expended. We pity such women. They are unhappy in themselves, and disliked by every body who knows them. Their tints are feared,like the plague, by every quiet family in the place; and. their burial would be rejoiced over by the whole town; in short, censorious women are moral plagues; and they should be punished by receiving the universal contempt of their sex.

21 passed a garden-I paused to hear A voice faint and falt'ring from one kneeling there;

The voice of the mourner affected my heart,

While pleading in anguish the poor

sinner's part.

3 In offering to heaven his pitying prayer, He spake of the torments the sinner must bear;

His life as a ransom he offered to

give,

That sinners redeemed in glory might live.

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Crosby Hall.-Stanzas.-Miss Williams.

ists as a meeting-house. For this sacred purpose it was used for upwards of a century.

This old hall is often mentioned by the bard of Avon, in his Richard the Third, as in the following passage.

That it may please you leave these sad designs

To him that hath more cause to be a mourner,

And presently repair to Crosby-place.

Here it was, then, that the wily Richard, the hero of Tewkesbury and the victim of Bosworth field, carried on those intrigues with the citizens of London and the lords of the realm, that resulted in his elevation to the crown of England in place of the unfortunate Edward the Sixth, who fell a victim to his bloody ambition. The scene in the hall, as painted in our engraving, represents one of those brawls. so common among his followers during those days of intrigue and blood. Thank Heaven, those days are past; and the old hall stands only as a melancholy remembrance of the days of old.'

For the Ladies' Pearl.
STANZAS.

BY C. THERESA CLARKE.

We parted! we parted! and oh ! the parting words

Of true and constant hearted, rose like song of summer birds;

Rose like prayer upon the altar where holy vows are given,

Beneath the starry eyes of night, and, aye, were heard in Heaven.

They come not! they come not! Across the deep dark main,

The early-loved and unforgot will ne'er return again,

For Death bath set his icy seal upon each idol's brow,

And echo only answereth back, Where

are they even now?

I languish! I languish! and pour the plaint of wo,

Unheeding my keen anguish, stern duty saveth no

Then hush, heart, thy beating, while in
spirit hurrying on,

I follow! I follow! where my precious
ones are gone:
Springfield, Mass.

For the Ladies' Pearl.
MISS WILLIAMS.

BY MRS. C. ORNE.

It was in the cold grey of the morning, that a stage-coach started from one of the hotels in Philadelphia, with only two inside passengers. One of them, Julian Herbert, possessed a fine countenance, and his person was in every respect singu larly elegant. The other passenger, who was already quietly seated in the carriage when he entered, was a young girl, whom, after slightly glancing at, he set down as belonging to one of the middling classes of society: her dress being a dark Circassian, and her cottage bonnet, quite too deep for the fashion, being composed of rather coarse braid, and trimmed with a

Where are they? where are they? those ribbon of colors not remarkably well

bright links of the past,

So fair indeed, so fleeting. Yea! I knew they might not last;

Where are they? where are they?-Hope wove a golden chain,

chosen. After proceeding about a quarter of a mile, a third passenger was taken up, who was an elderly lady, of respectable appearance. As the morning twilight began to dissipate, the younger female drew her thick green veil over her face, and apparently composed herself for a

But it is severed, and alas! may not be comfortable nap. After the lapse of some

joined again.

ten or fifteen minutes, Mrs. Hart, the el

She did as she was desired, but ap-yielding to her curiosity, which had bepeared to have no curiosity to unfold the come really painful, she determined on venturing a few questions. She began paper. by inquiring if she lived in Philadelphia. 'I resided there the past winter,' she replied.