278 The Governess.-The Two Sculls. bered that she had heard the invalid speak || A. Vernon's card, on the envelope of which was the familiar name of Ellen Ward. C. L. N. of Mrs Vernon, as her friend, and, after some enquiry she found the lady, and entreated her to go and see the dying girl. Mrs Vernon accompanied her home and found Ellen almost unconscious. Mrs Fay, for that was the woman's name, had done all in her power for the sufferer, but Mrs Vernon thought her house was not a fit place for her, and gave orders that she should be removed to her own home, and receive all the attendance she required.Mrs Fay had not felt Ellen's illness burdensome to herself, for she remembered her former kindness to her, but she was glad of her removal, as it gave her more hope of her recovery. Ellen remained several days in nearly the same state as when her friend found her, and then began slowly to recover.She seemed to awake to consciousness, and then gradually recal the memory of what had passed. As her strength increased, she related to Mrs Vernon the circumstances of her leaving her aunt, and Mrs Wilton's violent displeasure at her engagement with her, and finally she began to assist in those duties she had before proposed to take upon herself, till Mrs Vernon was so well pleased, she determined to retain her. When the Wiltons returned, they were surprised to find Ellen at Mrs Vernon's. They slightly acknowledged the relationship existing between them, but treated her rather as Mrs Vernon's domestic. -Arthur Vernon re Summer came on turned, and the family removed to their summer residence, in a village about thirty miles from the city. Mrs and Miss Wilton thought they were early in leaving the city, and certain it is, their stay was unusually prolonged. Before their return there was quite a bustle at the housepainting, papering, new furniture, new carpets, etc., and it was rumored that Arthur would bring his country bride. At length they arrived, and a few mornings after, there was left at Mrs Wilton's a slice of bridal cake accompanied by Mr and Mrs Go on, vain man, to luxury be firm, Farewell! Remember, nor my words despise, The only happy, are the early wise. THE LADY'S SCULL. Blush not, ye fair, to own me-but be wise, Nor turn from sad mortality your eyes. Fame says, and fame alone can tell how true, I once was lovely, and belov'd like you. Where are my votaries? Where my flat terers now? Fled with the subjects of each lover's vow. Adieu, the roses red, the lilies white; Adieu, those eyes which made the dark- || toil for a livelihood, and our visits to ness light. No more, alas! those cordial lips are seen, Nor longer breathes the fragrant gale be tween. LIZZY BROWN. Castalia, if made daily, could not be prolonged many moments, so my grandmother bade me dive for the pearls rather than saunter upon the shore for its pebbles, for she said I would find the exercise less enervating, and the vigor obtained more enduring.' I will not fear for thee, thought I, as I listened to her, for thou hast been taught to say unto wisdom, thou art my sister, and to call understanding thy kinswoman, therefore thy heart will not decline to the ways of thy kinswoman,neither wilt thou go astray in her paths. A discussion arose between the brothers the morning after the marriage as to how the work should be apportioned between the wives. 'I suppose I shall have it all to do,' said the elder one, 'for Lizzy will have her time occupied in watching me. But one thing is poz! I wont have the old ones saddled on to me any longer, she may do for them, or they may go without being done for.' As they have been used to going,' said her husband. Without noticing the last observation, Lizzy replied, that she always liked to wait upon old people, and would consider them as her especial The mind is its own place, and in itself charge; and I hope, Mary, said she, that Can make a Heaven of Hell.' I was at my uncle Brown's when my cousin Henry brought home his bride. I had been there some days previous, and had seen the conjectures of the neighbors, with regard to the state of morals at the farm, fearfully confirmed. There were but two sons, they were both intemperate, the wife of the elder as intemperate as either. Her house, for she was mistress of the mansion, the old people being infirm, might be characterized, as, the way to Hell going down to the chambers of death.' Fearful were my forebodings then with regard to the entrance of that young and timid girl, the bride of the younger. But they were soon dispelled, for upon being interrogated after her arrival as to whether she had read a volume of Bulwer's that was lying upon the table, she replied that she had not, that her grandmother owned but three volumes, the Bible, Shakspeare, and Milton, besides which she had never had ac cess but to the Sunday School library, and the old English poets. Then you never read a novel of any sort,' said the elder wife with a sneer. 'Never,' she replied, with a quiet smile, 'we had to you will teach me how to please them as you are used to their ways. But as to watching you, continued she, I beg you will not harbor any thought that I am going to dispossess you of your duty, for I shall not, and could not if I would, for I have four things to watch now and they are more than I am sufficient for.' 'Four things,' said Mary, 'I wonder what they My tongue, my temper, my thoughts and my manners,' replied Lizzy. Your manners! thinks I to myself they will need watching, if there is any truth in the proverb, that evil communications corrupt good ones. are 6 I remained there some weeks after the marriage, and I found that besides considering the old people, whom she made very happy, as her especial charge, she considered the hardest of every thing her especial charge. And I felt inclined to commiserate her situation, and actually expressed my pity for her toil. But she rebuked me in the words of Sigourney, Of highest joy,such as the heavens do bless, A day of duty is a day of joy, True, I replied, but I do not think it your duty to do every thing that she may wrap herself in indolence. 'Did you ev 280 Lizzy Brown.-The Victim. er read the fable of the sun and the wind,' || mind in its own place and in itself will said the old lady who was present. I nodded assent. 'Well,' she replied, the sun has been shining some weeks upon Mary, and to some effect too, for it loosed the wrappings of her folds somewhat this morning, for she offered to relieve Lizzy of the dairy every other day. And as the religious principle that Lizzy is governed by, gives assurance that the sun will not cease to shine, so in due course of time we may hope that the wrappings will fall entirely.' 'I should be sorry to wait for the event,' I replied. 'An oak is not felled at a stroke,' said Lizzy, looking up good humoredly from her work. 'You planted a seed Cordelia,' said the old lady, when I was with you, and if I recollect right it did not come up for many weeks, and when it did appear it was a feeble thing that you cared for and guarded a long time ere you trusted it to be put out with your other plants: and yet, I think you did not expect it to gather strength sooner. How happens it then that you look for the end in the moral world faster than the means will warrant. Know you not that the process is the same in the moral as in the physical world, first the seed, then the germ; then the full ear.' 'The full ear will never come here I fear,' said I. In due time thou shalt reap if thou faint not,' said Lizzy. And thus we parted, nor did I visit there again for some years; not until consumption had laid his withering hand upon the fragile form of the pure hearted Elizabeth, then I stood beside the bedside of the sufferer, and saw the bread that she had beforetime cast upon the waters returning and strengthening her passage to the tomb; for she fell asleep in trusting faith that the reclaimed sister, the prayerful husband, and sober brother. would guard well the jewels that had been lent her, till they might be reset in an heavenly crown. Reader would you become instrumental in regenerating those with whom you are or may be as sociated, strive, first of all, like Lizzy Brown, to become pure hearted. Then, the simplicity, the consistency, the benevolence of your character will possess an indirect influence that will operate to the attainment of the end desired: then, the make a heaven of hell, and happiness with such pure affections shall dwell.-Register and Observer. For the Ladies' Pearl. THE VICTIM. A SKETCH. PART I. THE CONSUMPTIVE'S SOLILOQUY. 'Yes, I must die; must soon close my eyes forever upon earth's fair scenes, and pillow my aching head in the silent tomb. This marble paleness on my brow so like the complexion of death; this hectic flush, at times on my cheek like the last glance of the setting sun on a Summer cloud; and this cough, so like a voice from the grave—all assure me that I must pass away like the fading leaf of Autumn, And why should I desire to live? Earth has no charms for me; for though in youth and life's morning scarcely yet passed, I have out-lived all my earthly joys, delights and hopes. Once in childhood's morn, with childhood's gaiety could I sport with my brothers, sisters and companions over the grassy lawn, pluck the beautiful flowers of Spring, or chase the gaudy and timorous butterfly. But childhood speedily passed away with its innocent delights and simple pleasures. Youth succeeded, and then my heart dilated with a nobler joy, and swelled with a higher ambition: as I pursued the butterfly before, so now I pursued pleasure, but with greater hopes of success, and a more constant and untiring zeal. I courted her through every innocent avenue, and under all her lovely attractive forms. And was she not found by me? Surely, || if she dwells below the skies, I must have found her. If wealth can bring pleasure, if there is any delight in loving, admiring and seeing the beautiful, the awful, the minute, the grand, the humble, · the majestic, the low, the lofty, or the magnificent and sublime in nature, I certainly must have found this enjoyment, for these ever called forth my admiration. If there is any pleasure in friendship, I must have found it, for early in life I learned to twine its tender branches around my heart, and send forth the affections of my own bosom to take root in the hearts of others. If a mother's care or a father's love can afford pleasure, I must have found it, for these I possessed in an eminent degree. If the affection, confidence and society of brothers and sisters can give pleasure to the human heart, I must have enjoyed it, for these were ever mine. If the pursuits of learn- | ing and the study of books can give any pleasure, surely I must have found it, for books were my constant companions, and learning has occupied much of my time. If society can give pleasure, I enjoyed it, for I tried this also. If there is any pleas: ure to be found in the domestic circle and around one's father's fireside, I enjoyed it. If any pleasure is found in cultivating a benevolent spirit and equable temper, here also I enjoyed it, for my mother early in life instilled this into my mind. If the scenes of nature with her vocal melodies can kindle emotions of joy in the soul, I found pleasure here, for I followed her in airy footsteps amid the beauties of creation, sometimes climbing a neighboring hill-top to catch a glimpse of the surrounding landscape, and drink in delight from the ten thousand lovely objects which there met my sight, and lull my soul with the many melodious strains which fell enchantingly upon my ear. I sought pleasure by the side of the bubbling brook, the majestically sweeping river, the silent grove, and in the pleasant valley covered with a rich carpet of green. Love's tender, golden ties also wound around my heart, and then I surely tho't the acme of huwan bliss was mine.Alas! that the noblest passion of the hu man heart should be the cause of the greatest sorrow and bitter anguish-just as in nature the sweetest things make the sharpest acid! My fondest earthly hopes have been torn from the object around which they clung, as the ivy is rent from the oak about which it wound, by the || riving thunderbolt. My earthly joys are withered and sere, like the autumnal leaf that rides on the careering wind; and a gloom, dark and foreboding, has spread its blighting influence over creation's lovely scenes, and they no longer kindle sparkling joy in my eye, nor excite emotions of pleasure in my bosom. Then why should I desire to live, when the ties that bind me to earth have been severed, and those which draw my soul towards heaven strengthened? Then let death's arrow strike my heart, And let me fall as a blasted rose, Farewell, ye lovely scenes of earth, so often my delight, I shall never see you more; but instead, I hope to gaze on those that are immortal in paradise. Ye beauteous flowers, which I have so fondly loved and cherished, whose hues to me have faded, farewell! I hope to exchange you for those more lovely by the banks of the river of life. Ye stars of night, and thou fair moon, I look on you no more; but you will kindly keep your vigis over my lowly tomb. Thou sun, thy beams no more can charm me; I shall no more see the rich carnation which thy last farewell look cast upon the fleecy cloud. Ye zephyrs, which have so often sported with my locks, and cooled my fevered brow, no more I need ye; yet perhaps ye will deign to sing in mournful strains a requiem o'er my early tomb, whilst the dewdrops distil as tears for my unhappy fate. Ye parents, friends, associates, and all the world, adieu! Death comes, and I must away. 282 The Victim. Catharine Von Borne. PART II. THE CONSUMPTIVE'S STORY, Thus soliloquized Martha Stanley, whose parents lived in a beautiful and romantic village in New England; a girl of a remarkably kind disposition, and in whom centered all those amiable qualities which render the female character lovely and attracting. Her mind was cast in too fine a mould to long inhabit this mundane sphere, and her sensibilities were too acute and refined to endure the storms of life, and more especially the treachery of false friends. Innocent herself, and ever conscious of upright motives in all her actions, suspicion never entered her bosom, and her confidence in others consequently was as strong as she was deserving of having others reciprocate it towards herself. But, alas! for poor human nature-one was found base enough to gain that confidence, and then sport with it, and by so doing to lacerate as pure a heart as dwells in mortal frame. Such villains occasionally make their appearance, and walk about in the form of men, though for the honor of our species, we hope they may ever be rare.Indeed what can be meaner? what deserve more sovereign contempt? what more fiendish, than intentionally to gain the affections of a virtuous, unsuspecting female, and then scatter them to the winds, when by this act her hopes are scattered also, and all her earthly joys blasted forever. I envy not the head nor heart of him who is capable of such consummate vileness. True, he may rejoice because he has conquered a heart, like one who has found great spoil, but his joy is closely allied to that of the arch enemy of man, when he drags his victim down to the abodes of endless night. Let me say to you, kind reader, if you are of that sex upon whom such treachery is practised, beware, and place not too strong confidence in any, until you are sure they are worthy; but if you belong to the other class, let me entreat you, as you value happiness in this life, or hope to obtain it in the world to come, practise not such deceit; or if you have already commenced, repent speedily before you are summoned to the judginent bar, and the wrath of heaven blast you forever. But to return. Such a character as I have described, paid his addresses to Miss Stanley, sought and obtained her heart's best affections, professing at the same time to reciprocate those generous emotions. He bore all the marks of a gentleman, both in his person, manners and morals. But ere the day was set, on which should be united the hands of those two in the same inseparable bonds by which all supposed their hearts were already bound, he, either because his fancy took a different turn, or more likely because he thought he could make other conquests, took back his fair promises, and forsook the one on whom he had professed to place his earthly hopes. I leave you to judge of the anguish that wrung that sensitive heart, although female modesty and heroism constrained her to conceal her sorrow in her own bosom, and in secret to cherish a feeling that was fast drinking up her life blood. At the time we have introduced her before you, she was in the last stage of a consumption, and soon the tomb closed over her! Records of Woman. N. For the Ladies' Pearl. CATHARINE VON BORNE. THE WIFE OF MARTIN LUTHER. The history of the reformation abounds with incident. Materials are there, out of which the most thrilling tales might be wrought by the forming hand of the intellectual artist. As a specimen of the richness of this field, we refer the reader to a work entitled 'Luther and his times,' a beautiful book in which the writer has seized on the leading events of those' |