justly remarked,-"It is a false notion, that we ought to know nothing out of our particular line of study or profession; you will be none the less distinguished in your calling, for having obtained an item of practical knowledge from every one with whom you meet. And every man, in his particular calling, knows things which you do not, and which are decidedly worth knowing. Old-fashioned economists will tell you never to pass an old nail, or horse-shoe, or buckle, or even a pin, without taking it up, because, although you may not want it now, you will find a use for it some time or other. I say the same thing with regard to knowledge; however useless it may seem at the moment, seize all that is fairly within your reach." Accomplished young ladies will do well to remember that a good stock of sound practical knowledge will never sully or disparage their lighter accomplishments; but that, without such knowledge, they will never be qualified to be interesting companions, or useful members of society. THE MESSIAH. POPE. YE nymphs of Solyma! begin the song: Rapt into future times the bard begun! Peace o'er the world her olive-wand extend, And white-robed Innocence from heaven descend. (1) Jerusalem. (2) A mountain of Thessaly sacred to the Muses. (3) The Muses, so called from their favourite resort. (4) Father of King David. Swift fly the years, and rise th' expected morn! See nodding forests on the mountain dance: The swain in barren deserts with surprise reed trembles, and the bulrush nods. Waste, sandy valleys, once perplex'd with thorn, The spiry fir and stately box adorn : To leafless shrubs the flowery palms succeed, The lambs with wolves shall graze the verdant mead, See thy bright altars throng'd with prostrate kings, 3 5 And seeds of gold in Ophir's mountains glow. The seas shall waste, the skies in smoke decay, (1) A species of serpent, said to possess a strange power of fascination. (2) Arabian. (3) A country south of Palestine. (4) Ophir, a country from whence gold was imported. (5) A surname of Diana, or the moon. THE LOTTERY. FROM "MEMOIRS OF A DOLL. ONE day Henrietta had played with me all the morning, at paying visits very finely dressed, when a poor woman called with three young children half clothed, and crying with the cold. This unfortunate person had been recommended to Mrs. Ainsworth's charitable feelings by a lady who begged her to assist her and some other ladies in helping the poor woman to return to Yorkshire, her native county. She had lost her husband, who was an excellent workman, and who had consequently earned enough to keep his family comfortably; but his death had deprived them of their only resource. Henrietta listened to their sad story with compassion. I was asleep in her arms, but this did not prevent me noticing the way in which she contemplated their clothes all in rags, and I felt, at the same time, that her dear little hand was stroking my merino wool stockings which she had knitted. No doubt she said to herself, "Violet, my doll, has nice warm stockings, fur shoes, in fact everything she does not want; but these poor children are almost barefoot." She sighed, went away, and soon returned with thick slices of bread and butter, and some old clothes that Betsy had looked out for her. Mrs. Ainsworth gave the poor woman (whose name was Sarah) some money, and sent her away somewhat consoled by the kind reception she had met with. When she found herself alone with her mother, Henrietta began to talk about the poor widow and her little children, and I assure you there was great good sense in her remarks. Mrs. Ainsworth, delighted at the sensibility of her child, determined to develop this pleasing and valuable quality. "Dear Mamma," said Henrietta, "if they have no money, how can they manage at the railway?" "They will walk, my child." "Walk! Mamma, it is impossible. What! all the way to Yorkshire-Oh! how I wish I was grown up, I would pay all the fare. When I am grown up I shall have a watch, like my cousins; but as long as I am little, I shall have nothing-nothing-only my doll!" "Well, that is something," said Mrs. Ainsworth. "Why! Mamma, a doll is nothing, she could not be of use to those poor people," replied Henrietta, blushing, and holding me very tight. "Besides, give away Violet, such a sweet doll! what a notion, Mamma!" |