The wisest have been fools

The surest stumbled sore:
Strive thou to stand-or fall'n arise,
I ask the enot for more!

This do, and thou shalt knit

Closely my heart to thine;
Next the dear love of God above,
Such friend on earth, be mine!

THE FACTORY GIRLS OF LOWELL.

BY JOHN G. WHITTIER.

World. The slaveholder dragging his languid frame from the rice-region and the sugar-plantation, full of contempt for the laborer, and bitter in his scorn of Yankee meanness, has been awed into reverence for Industry in the presence of the working-women of Lowell; and, painfully contrasting the unpaid and whip-driven labor of his plantation, with the free and happy thrift of the North, he has returned home, "A sadder but a wiser man,"

feeling from henceforth that woman may "labor with her hands," and lose nothing of the charm and glory of womanhood by so doing-that it is only his own dreadful abuse of labor, attempting to reverse its just and holy laws, and substitute brutal compulsion for Acres of girlhood beauty reckoned by the generous and undegrading motives, that has made square rod, or miles by long measure!—The young, the women of his plantation mere beasts of burden, the graceful, the gay-flowers gathered from a thou- or objects of unholy lust, cursing alike themselves sand hill-sides and green vallies of New England-and their oppressors. fair, unveiled Nuns of Industry-Sisters of Thrift,- Thus is it, that our thousands of " Factory Girls," and are ye not also Sisters of Charity, dispensing comfort and hope and happiness around many a hearthstone of your native hills, making sad faces cheerful and hallowing age and poverty with the sunshine of your youth and love !-Who shall sneer at your calling? Who shall count your vocation otherwise than noble and ennobling?

become apostles of Democracy, and teachers of the great truth, which even John C. Calhoun, slaveholder as he is, felt constrained to recognize in his controversy with Webster: "The laborer has a title to the fruits of his industry against the universe." They demonstrate the economy of free and paid labor.They dignify woman, by proving that she can place Four years ago, in a hasty visit to Lowell I was, herself in independent circumstances, without deroat the Boott Corporation in company with JOSEPH gating from the modesty and decorum of her characSTURGE, of Birmingham, the calm, devoted leader of ter :-that she can blend the useful with the beautithe Democracy of England, and my friend Lt. Ren- {ful, and that, instead of casting herself, as a fair but shaw, of South Carolina, and more recently a mis-expensive burthen upon the other sex-its plaything sionary in Jamaica, among the newly emancipated and its encumbrance--she is capable of becoming a blacks of that Island. As the bell was ringing, and help-mete and a blesssing. the crowd of well-dressed, animated and intelligent- Yet, I do not overlook the trials and disadvantages looking young women passed by us on their way to of their position. Not without a struggle have many their lodgings, the philanthropic Englishman could of these females left the old paternal home-stead, not repress his emotions at the strong contrast they and the companions of their childhood. Not as a presented to the degraded and oppressed working- matter of taste and self-gratification have many of women of his own country; and the spectacle, I them exchanged the free breezes, and green mead. doubt not, confirmed and strengtheend his determi-ows, and household duties, of the country, for the nation to consecrate his time, wealth, and honorable close, hot city, and the jar and whirl of these crowdreputation, to the cause of the laborer, at home.-ed and noisy mills. In the midst of the dizzy rush My friend Renshaw, who was banished from his of machinery, they can hear in fancy the ripple of mother's fireside, and his father's grave, for the cause brooks, the low of cattle, the familiar sound of the of abolitionism, deeply impressed with the beauty voices of home. Nor am I one of those who count of Freedom, and hope-stimulated industry, exclaim-steady, daily toil, consuming the golden hours of the ed-Would to God my mother could see this!" At home, he had seen the poor working-women of the South driven by the whip to their daily tasks; here with gaiety and hope, and buoyant gracefulness, he saw the women of New England pass from their labors, making industry beautiful, and throwing the charm of romance and refinement over the dull monotony of their self-alloted tasks. Not in vain then, are the lessons of Free Labor taught by the « Factory Girls." The foreign traveller has repeated them in aristocratic England, in Germany, in France, and Prussia and thus have the seeds of democratic truth been sown in the waste places of the Old

day, and leaving only the night for recreation, study and rest, as in itself a pleasurable matter. There have been a good many foolish essays written upon the beauty and divinity of labor by those who have never known what it really is to earn one's livelihood by the sweat of the brow-who have never, from year to year, bent over the bench or loom, shut out from the blue skies, the green grass, and sweet waters, and felt the head reel, and the heart faint, and the limbs tremble with the exhaustion of unremitted toil. Let such be silent. Their sentimentalism is a weariness to the worker. Let not her who sits daintily with her flowers, "herself the fairest,"

A GLIMPSE AT MERRIE ENGLAND.'

BY ELIZUR WRIGHT.

Time, which tarries not for mortals, has brought me to the close of my look at England. It is very awkward to sum up and generalize when one has only begun to observe; therefore understand me as giving generalizations of things as they seem to me— what a fly that lights upon England for a twinkling and is off, thinks of it.

Look at the Times newspaper with a net revenue
equal to that of a third rate European potentate.
Ministers have bribed it till it is beyond the reach
of their bribery. They look up to it with fear and
trembling, and a degree of humble obedience. It is
the voice of the most vigorous intellect of England,
saying what will be most likely to find an echo in
the breasts of one hundred thousand independent
Englishmen as they swallow their buttered toast
and boiled egg.
Look at Punch, too, with wit and
wisdom enough to insure him a hundred patents of
immortality. He governs a great part of England,
very much for its good. The Pecksniffs of the land
take hints from him, much to the benefit of their
dupes. Hence one may conclude that England is
growing, and has grown wiser, and, of course hap-
pier. Yet if one were to ask himself to write down
the folly and humbug and unhappiness of England,
it would be difficult to decide where to begin, and
quite impossible to end.

As to the bounties of Providence, substantial blessings and beauties, I cannot conceive how more could have been granted in the same space, than is the lot of this, so far as nature has made it, "merrie England." After seeing the golden harvests of the rich eastern counties and Yorkshire, the meadows of the Thames, above all, the garden valley of the Tweed; the mines of Derbyshire, and another region to which the wise do not carry coals; the bens and lochs of Scotland; the pikes and fells, and dales and meres of Westmoreland; the springs of Mal- England may be said to live under a trinity vern; the valleys of the Severn and the Wye-even of evil, kingcraft, priestcraft, and beercraft. In taking a nap on the brow of the Wyndecliffe-surely this let me not be understood to speak disrespect. I have a right to say, "Avaunt, all geography; this fully of this interesting daughter of Eve, the Queen, island is the very spot where the human race ought who with such exemplary patience obeys the comto develop itself in all its power and glory." But mand imposed upon her aforesaid mother, nor of the truly, the race, as a man, is far and painfully below reverend clergy, nor yet of the noble brewers, what a nurseling of republicanism, alighting on the many of whom write sir before and bart. after their Wyndecliffe, and drinking in the beauties of the names. They are all honorable persons, I hope and wide landscape, and knowing nothing more of Eng- trust; but the craft to which they were born or land, would expect to find it. There is ignorance bred, does, I am sure, cost England immeasurable and coarse brutality, and sullen hopelessness, and woes. O that I had the eye of a prophet and could haggared wretchedness, far beyond what there ought say that there was in the visible dimmest distance to be in the midst of such beauties and blessings. of the future, any thorough relief. As it is, sanYet there is not a little, but a great deal among the guine hope, without seeing any thing, guesses that human inhabitants, that is, like the land-scape, noble deliverance must come, somehow and at sometime and lovely and glorious, and that, not in no one class, or other. The order in which the evils press upon but in all classes, from the highest to the lowest. the country seem to me to be first, beercraft, second And a peep at history will convince one, too, that priesteraft, third kingcraft. Till the beercraft is the race is here making a progress that is truly en- removed-till the people get the clear heads and couraging and sublime. Indeed, history writes this strong hearts which pure water gives-in vain you upon the landscape. The old feudal castles, now lift at the others. Suppose you abolish the taxes possessed by ivy and owls; the ruinous abbeys, the and tithes and give England a cheap government, dimly-remembered battle fields and Smithfields," and free church and full suffrage, to what will it are way-marks that show how the race has gone amount, so far as the masses are concerned? Preforward. The Alfreds, the Shakspeares, the Hamp-cisely to more beer and consequences of beer! I dens, the Newtons, the Miltons, the Howards, the Wesleys, the Hogarths, have not lived in vain. Their mantles are worn worthily by men whom it might be invidious to mention now, but who will shine as the stars by and by; men who are doing what Cromwell did, in a wiser way. They have approached in fact, nearer than in form, to the desired goal. In enumerating the governing powers of England, you have not done when you have mentioned king, lords and commons. The press is to be named, and that not at the tail of the list. The press has outgrown the power of what is called the government, to control either by fear or favor.

may be mistaken; truly I have found warm and zealous promoters of thorough temperance, but they seem to be regarded as the maddest of fanatics. Nine men out of ten of the laboring classes, so far as I have been able to observe, and I have been quite inquisitive, have not the slightest barrier between themselves and stupidity and drunkenness but their inability to get enough beer. It is their undoubted creed that beer is a blessing, and one of their deepest sorrows is that their wages will not allow them to get plenty of it, with a drop or two of gin by way of luxury. Look at poor Chartism, befogged in beer! fighting as often as any way against itself, and

selling to its worst enemies even the little suffrage it commands! If the masses of England could be roused to enter upon the career so gloriously begun by those of Ireland, they would soon take a position which would settle many of the knottiest questions of politics, and the crafts of the priest and the king would be swept away like the meshes of the spider. The state and the church would then take their places as servants of the people-not masters. Yet with all this, which to an American mind is so evident, staring them in the face, there are plenty of results. England wants an occulist like Father sincere philanthropists here, enemies of slavery, of Mathew.

of total abstinence upon a more commanding foundation than it has hitherto occupied. If you can get the wine out of the heads of the philanthropic of the higher class, then will they see clearly the effects of beer upon the lower. Both once delivered, the nation would not be long in discovering the folly of working itself to death to support a class of grand and idle hereditary pickpockets, nor long in devising means of relief. See if the new vision bestowed upon the Irish people does not work out such

WE ARE BRITHEREN A'.

BY ROBERT NICOLL.

corn laws, of church tyranny, of a vampyre aris-
tocracy, who will pity you for not drinking wine
with them! who will raise the cup of Circe to their
own lips, and then lament the oppression and dagra-
dation of England's poor! Put the brewers of Eng-A happy bit hame this auld warld wad be,

land in the same condition with her feudal castles
and monasteries, and her poor will soon take care of
other vampyres.

If men, when they're here, could make shift to agree,
An'ilk said to his neebour, in cottage an' ha',

'Come, gi'e me your hand, we are britheren a'.'

There is one sign of the times, however, which
is hopeful. The discovery in Germany of the won-I ken na why ane wi' anither sud fight,
derful sanatory principles of cold water, is making a
deep impression upon the higher and middle classes
here. The doctors are not able to laugh it down. After
spending fortunes on physicians in vain, invalids go
to Grafenburg and are healed. A child with the
scarlet fever is wrapped in a wet sheet and gets
well. Men rummage their libraries and find that
just such cures have been performed at Malvern a
hundred years ago, and the water when analysed is
the purest possible. And they find cases in which
patients with raging fever and delirium have broken
loose from their nurses and jumped into the Thames
or some horsepond, and their madness has proved
better than the wisdom of the doctors.

Whan to 'gree wad make a' body cosie an' right.
Whan man meets wi' man, tis the best way ava,
To say, Gi'e me your hand-we are britheren a'.'
My coat is a coarse ane, an' yours may be fine,
An' I maun drink water, while you may drink wine,
But we baith ha'e a leal heart, unspotted to shaw,
Sae gi'e me your hand-we are britheren a'.

Many are coming to the conclusion that disease is chiefly some mysterious modification of that great poison, diet, with which we are sent into the world to battle, and this redounds greatly to the advantage of pure water. Setting poisons to catch poisons is growing into disrepute with these people, and consequently they may by and by be expected to see the absurdity of sending one dram of alcohol into the stomach to cure the disease made by its predecessor. The multitude of experiments which have now put the matter fairly to the test, seem to demonstrate that coldness combined with pure water, is the best means that has ever been tried to quench human inflammations, and when properly applied will cure any patient who has strength to be cured in any way. This being true, the occupation-I do not say of the doctors, for it will require science and wisdom to apply cold water-but of the druggists of all medical poison manufacturers, is gone. And shall not alcohol be included?

From the hold this subject has taken of the most intelligent here, I look for a great pathological reform, which I think cannot fail to set the principle

The knave

Ye wad stand like a rock, wi' the truth on your side ;
ye wad scorn, the unfaithfu' deride;
Sae wad I, an' nought else wad I value a straw;
Then gi'e me your hand—we are britheren a'.

Ye wad scorn to do fausely by woman or man;
I hand by the right aye, as weel as I can;
We are ane in our joys, our affections, an' a';
Come, gi'e me your hand-we are britheren a'.

Your mither has lo'ed you as mithers can lo’e;

An' mine has done for me what mithers can do;
We are ane hie an' laigh, an' we should na be twa-
Sae gi'e me your hand-we are britheren a'.
We luve the same simmer day, sunny an' fair;
Hame! O! how we lo'e it, an' a' that are there!
Frae the pure air o' Heaven the same life we draw-
Come, gi'e me your hand-we are britheren a'.

Frail shakin' Auld Age will sune come o'er us baith,
An' creepin' alang at his back will be Death;
Syne into the same mither yird we will fa':
Come, gi'e me your hand-we are britheren a'.

"God is better lodged in the heart than in great edifices."

By taking revenge a man is but even with his enemy; but in passing it over he is superior."