ing. It was now Friday morning. As the result of || exclaim, "Dead!" Mrs. Standish turned and said, “I our deliberations, it was agreed that my family should fear, my dear madam, we shall be disappointed. A call at Mr. Flitwood's that very afternoon, and that messenger brings us word that the children are much my wife should use the influence acquired by long worse." intimacy to dissuade Mrs. Flitwood from her purpose. The call was made. Whether fortunately or unfor-yielding the point." tunately, we met Mrs. Standish. She remained to the last, and with obvious anxiety watched the movements of all parties. No opportunity offered to approach Mrs. Flitwood confidentially, and we left her as we found her.

All this was remarkable, in that Mrs. Flitwood was a most devoted mother. She idolized her children; and she loved them still, as much as ever. Sin can rob the soul of natural affection; but Mrs. Flitwood had not yet reached such a state. Her credulity had been so wrought upon by Mrs. Standish, that she thought her child slightly ill, and the report of the physicians intended to deceive her. She knew not what was coming.

At eight o'clock that evening, as Mrs. Flitwood and Mrs. Standish were entering the carriage which waited to convey them to Mrs. Gaulette's, the latter was checked by her husband, who drew her aside and spoke with her in an under tone. Mrs. Flitwood heard her

To nature's noblest manliness. Aye, more:
No cares may cloud thy brow, and thy calm breast,
In the full confidence of love returned,
May thrill with joys as pure as Eden's bowers.
But know that none of these can turn aside
The fatal shaft; and thou at last must lie
Low as the lowliest; and like the flowers
In that sad maiden's lap, thy bloom must fade.

There is a world "where death no treasur'd tie
Hath power to sever more." Where every soul,
Supremely happy in the consciousness

Of life eternal, fears no coming ill.

So live, that when thy soul, released from earth,
Joins the great congregation of the dead,
Thy grave, fraught with the dearest sympathies,
May prove a spot where friends shall kindly meet,
To think of one, whose name, like odors pure
Of gathered flowers, emits a sweet perfume.
Madison, O., April 7, 1841.

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We'd love to mark the silent course
Which your majestic steps pursue;
Bound each to each by heavenly bands,
Resistless, though concealed from view.
But more we'd love to gain a place

Upon some heavenly rampart high;
And thence view al your sparkling trains
Encircling a celestial sky.

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Thence, with some high commission charg'd,
By Him who first your being made,
And to the eldest sons of heaven,

His power and glory thus displayed,
We'd fly with pinions swift as thought,
To the most distant orb of light,
Beyond whose confines nought is found

But boundless void and endless night!
The suns of systems which we pass,

Should light the broad, ethereal way;
And guide our course 'mid countless realms,
Where Fancy's wildest thoughts ne'er stray.
And thus, while endless years roll round,
And mind remains unchanged and free,
We'd still delight to view, and learn
The wondrous works of Deity.
Lane Theological Seminary, May, 1841.

Original.

TO THE STARS.

BY GEORGE WATERMAN, JR.

IN silence of the evening hour,
When nought disturbs the trembling trees
Except the dread of loneliness,

And thought e'en echoes on the breeze"Tis sweet to roam o'er hill and vale,

And breathe th' ethereal breath of even,
And catch the sound of whispering worlds,
As borne on seraph's wings from heaven

They tell of Him who made their frame,
And guides them in their trackless way;
And with their radiant fingers, point
To regions of unending day.
They tempt our minds to lofty flight,

E'en up to heaven's celestial home;
And with their pure, unsullied beams,
Direct our path, and bid us come.

Hail, then, ethereal realms of bliss!

We would your silent voice obey, And leave these low, terrestrial scenes, To wander o'er your pathless way. We'd love to view your silvery shores, And sport upon your sunny plains; Or fly where days of different hue

Your varying-changing light maintains.* *“It may be easier suggested in words, than conceived of in imagination, what variety of illumination two suns--a red and a green, or a yellow and a blue one-must afford a planet circulating about either; and what charming contrasts and "grateful vicissitudes"—a red and a green day, for instance, alternating

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Original.

THE PUPIL'S DEATH.

BY MISS M. B. BAKER.

HER voice was as sweet as the young rose's breath,
But its tones are all hush'd in the silence of death;
Her eyes were as bright as a gem from the wave,
But their lustre is lost in the gloom of the grave.
Her cheeks were as fair as the lily's fresh bloom,
But their beauty is vail'd 'neath the shade of the tomb.
Her heart was as pure as a fountain at rest,
But its life-stream lies froze in a cold, quiet breast.

Like the young tree of forest, laid low by the blast,
All her loveliness lost, she reposes in dust;
Her school-mates are weeping her premature fate,
For her place once among them is left desolate.
The landscape her delicate fingers there traced,
Unfinish'd, remains, as she toil'd o'er it last,
By the book, with the leaf so nicely down-turn'd,
Where she mark'd the last task she has left there un-
learn'd.

They'll miss her sweet voice 'mid the glad tones of
mirth,

They'll miss her bright smile by the light of the hearth;
They'll sigh for the friend who can greet them no more,
And weep for the lost one whose sorrows are o'er.
But another with them her lone place will supply,
For the tear on the cheek of the young soon will dry ;

with a white one and with darkness-might arise from the pres-
ence or absence of one or the other, or both above the horizon." But none to her father her love can impart,
HERSCHEL.

Or supply her lone place in a fond mother's heart.

NOTICES.

NOTICES.

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prevalent than that of chewing it; and some inveterate snuffers understand the philosophy of the nose so well as to greatly enhance the luxury of the practice; they use but one nostril at a

THE PHILOSOPHY OF LIVING; or, the way to enjoy Life and its Comforts. By Caleb Ticknor, A. M., M. D. New York: Harper & Brothers, No. 82 Cliff-street. 1840.-The design of time; thus keeping one fresh and in health, when the sensithis work is sufficiently set forth in its title. In the Preface bility of the other becomes blunted. The constant habit of the author announces that his book aims a blow at American snuffing induces pain in the head and eyes, causes a determination of blood to the head and face, and excites in the head Radicalism, by which he means that "up side down" state of numberless indescribable nervous sensations; and I can now things which prevails throughout our country. There are undoubtedly at this period, an unusual number of conflicting ultra-life, whose health of both body and mind is seriously injured, call to mind several females of my acquaintance, advanced in isms amongst us, which, howeve, humanely intended some of from no other cause. One important and most happy end is them may be, threaten disastrous consequences to society. A attained by the practice of snuffing; and if no other good regood and wise citizen will, in such circumstances, act with sults from it, this alone should commend it to our countenance, great caution, and strive to cast oil on the stormy sea of human passions. But the book before us does not intermeddle with and compel us to speak in its favor-I mean nothing less than political and ecclesiastical affairs. It is a home thrust. Do destroying the supernumerary sense of smell, which a kind Providence (with reverence be it spoken) bestowed upon us mestic economy and comforts are its themes. Its second chap-through some mistaken notions of usefulness or benevolence." ter is on Diet, in which it treats sectionally of Aliment-of Vegetable against Animal Diet-of Food, solid or fluid-of Differences in Animal Food-of Mastication-of the Quantity and Quality of Food-of the Time of Eating and of the Different Articles of Food, as of Bread, the process of making it, Adulterations, Graham Bread and its Mischiefs, &c.

The third chapter is on Drinks, in which Ale receives due attention, and is represented as a mixture of nearly all the evils of nature. The author says that besides hops, (which he thinks, with many other eminent physicians, a powerful medicine, and to be used only as such,) are Indian cockle, nur vomica, bitter bean, grains of paradise, Indian bark, coriander seed, leghorn juice, red pepper, orange powder, coloring, hartshorn, shavings, Spanish juice, ginger, with many others. He adds:

"If the imagination of man ever conceived a more horrid mixture, Shakspeare put it in his witches' caldron; and it is not improbable that the brewers' tubs suggested the idea of his 'hell-broth.' Let him describe his own infernal mixture, and if any thing on earth can equal it, malt liquor is the thing. 'Root of hemlock, digged i' the dark,

Liver of blasphemous Jew,

Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Slivered in the moon's eclipse,
Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips,
Finger of birth-strangled babe-
Make the gruel thick and slab;
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth, boil and bubble,
Double, double, toil and trouble,
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.'
'Cool it with a baboon's blood,

Then the charm is fine and good.""

We are sure that our readers will not be very forward to use drinks of this character.

The fourth chapter is on the great pleasure of using Tobacco. Here is something for the ladies. We are surprised to find that they are suspected of such a fault as is here implied against them. It runs thus:

"Could any one, entirely unacquainted with the unaccountable habits and propensities of man, after knowing the properties of tobacco, be made to believe that half the adult inhabitants of America, are passionately addicted to its use? And were he told that America's fairest daughters use it too, would he not be perfectly incredulous? And were he told, further, that ladies of the greatest respectability, the most genteel and accomplished, in one of our largest cities, carry their little jars or boxes of snuff into the social circle, and, with a delicate ivory spoon, feed their sweet mouths with this most delicious and agreeable poison, would he not be petrified with astonishment? How delightful it must be to have an amiable spouse rendered doubly sweet, and bewitchingly interesting, and most charmingly stupid and idiotic, by the constant practice of chewing snuff; and what a fine example to children, of the pure, cultivated taste, and self-control of the mother!" Snuffing is thus eulogized:

"The custom of taking snuff by the nose is altogether more

The fifth chapter is on Dress, and it takes up the subject of respiration with lacing somewhat after the manner of Dr. Muzzy. The following remarks are from this chapter:

"We look with astonishment at the foot of a Chinese belle, and wonder at the perverted taste and misguided reason which leads her to make so great a sacrifice to attain so great a degree of deformity. She might, with equal propriety, wonder at the singular and unnatural taste of American ladies in deforming their persons, many-fold more to the injury of their health, by the painful operation of tight lacing. The Chinese lady confines her foot in an iron shoe till her system arrives at maturity, when the shoe gives place to simple bandages; our own lovely country-women are, at an early age, incased in an apparatus of whale-bone, wood, or steel, and inelastic and unyielding substances, which are retained, not only till adult life, but as long

as life itself endures.

"Nature uniformly does her work far better than man can do form, we have but to look at the aboriginals of our own country. it for her; and as evidence of this fact in relation to the human All the corsets, whale-bone, padding, and busks, ever made or worn by the civilized and christianized world, never rendered a form half so symmetrical and beautiful, or so nearly resembling that of the goddess of love and beauty, as thousands of those to be found in our western wilderness. There is little reason or consistency in the present prevailing fashion of diminutive waists, and enormously large arms-or large sleeves. Whence comes this remarkable propensity to magnify and diminish, is impossible to conjecture; but it is evidence of the perversion of taste, and the facility with which our judgment may be hoodwinked by fashion."

Other subjects are, the management of children, amusements, exercise, education, climate and season, air and locality, temperament, age, sex, and marriage.

This is a valuable book for families, especially for parents and teachers.

For sale at the Western Book Concern.

TWENTY-FOURTH ANNUAL REPORT of the American Bible Society, presented May 14, 1840; with an Appendix containing the Addresses of the Anniversary, etc.-The American Bible Society is truly a catholic institution. Its objects should enlist the blended donative and active charities of all evangelical Protestants. And this it does to a great extent. During onefourth of a century the doings of the society have been under the inspection of the public, and each succeeding year has strengthened the popular confidence in its efficiency and usefulness. Its Annual Reports are exceedingly interesting to all who love religion, and desire its universal diffusion.

On opening the 24th Report, the first thing that attracts our notice is the amount of receipts for the past year-$97,355,09, being an increase over the previous year of $2,226,83. The Managers' Report shows that the number of Bibles and Testaments issued during the year was 157,261, being an increase of 22,324 over the issues of the preceding year, and making an aggregate since the formation of the society, of 2,645,496 copies. The principal matters touched upon in the Report are as fol First, Auxiliary Societies. It is inquired whether it is best

lows.

EDITORS' TABLE. REPORTED DISCOVERY.-Hitherto, all efforts to ascertain the parallax of the fixed stars have failed. Of course, nothing could be done towards discovering the distance of these foreign bodies, from our globe. It is now current in some German pa pers that the discovery has been made. Should it prove true, stars. The following is a paragraph from one of the German

accurate calculations can be made as to the distance of the

papers:

"Interesting Astronomical Discovery.-It would appear from Third, Translations from the Vulgate, or the Latin Ver- the following interesting paragraph from a German paper on sion, have been published because the founders of the society the distance of the fixed stars, that unless the German philosoexpected it, and to put in circulation such versions as the Ro-pher has missed a figure or two in his calculations, a most im

portant problem has been solved:

"Mr. Bessel, a German astronomer, has made one of the greatest discoveries of modern times, by having ascertained the parallax of the double star 61 Cygni. He found, from repeated observations, made from August, 1837, to March, 1840, that the parallax of a Cygna did not exceed thirty-one hundredths of a second, which places the distance of that star from us at nearly 670,000 that of the sun, or which is nearly sixty-four millions of millions of miles, or, more nearly, 63,650,000,000,000 miles. This immense distance can better be conceived when we state, that if a cannon ball were to traverse this vast space at the rate of twenty miles a minute, it would occupy more than six millions of years in coming from that star to our earth; and if a body could be projected from our earth to 61 Cygni, at thirty miles an hour, which is about the same rate as carriages on railroads travel, it would occupy at least ninety-six millions of years. Light, which travels more than eleven millions of miles in a minute, would occupy about twelve years in coming from that star to our earth.""

SCENERY IN UPPER CANADA.-Rev. J. Ryerson, who is traveling in Canada, to visit the Churches and make missionary collections, gives in his journal the following sketch of the scenery

Americans are more philanthropic than patriotic. Rather, their patriotism is of a militant stamp, and has little to do with domestic book-making. It is almost enough to consign to oblivion any book of literature among us, that it is not trans-atlantic. To say the least, presumption is in favor of what comes from beyond sea, while suspicion rests upon American produc-river at the foot of this fall: some people say it has no bot

It is true that we can tolerate domestic school-books, and have borne with some scientific treatises adapted to academies and colleges. But whenever an American has attempted the higher walks of literature, and, like Johnson or Walker, proposed rules to govern the orthography or orthoepy of our language, we have, to our infinite disgrace, met the effort with suspicion. These remarks are elicited by a declaration of Professor Jamieson, of Edinburgh, who says, in a letter recently pub-consequence of the unexpectedly rapid increase of subscriptions. lished, that "the American Dictionary of Dr. Webster is as great an improvement on Johnson's Dictionary, as the latter was on those of his predecessors."