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It is well known too, that no class of men figured more | gifted the voice with sostest melody, and gave man skill to largely in the early history of every nation, than their bards teach dead instruments to utter sounds, sweet almost as and musicians. The natural taste for this art is seen also Angels use, and attuned the ear to that delicate sense of in the absorbed and' delighted attention of the infant, long harmony necessary to its adequate appreciation, gave it hefore it can comprehend speech; and which instinctively to him for the dignifying purposes of praise and thanksprompis the mother to soothe her child to rest by her simple giving. But, as it regards things strictly secular, it is an cradle-Hymn--simple, but sweet as simple,--and which agent of incalculable power. It is invoked on almost all never loses its charms even in after-life; but mellowed by occasions. The social and the family circles are indebted erery numbering year, comes over the care-worn heart of to it for many of their loveliest enchantments; and as an manhood, like the Music of Ossian—"pleasant but mournful elevator of the social sympathies, it has well been said that to the soul." It is seen also in the young group, that col- Music is the food of Love." It is called in by most of lects around every strolling player who infests our streets ; our philanthropic and political combinations : We have our Day, the fact that every trifling exhibition must be attended Missionary Anthems, our Temperance Odes, innumerable with music, even if it be ground out by the revolving crank Anniversary Hymns; and some of our readers will be surof some German instrument, imposingly styled an organ, prized, when it is stated that during the late political canproves, that there is a something in the human breast, de- vass, upwards of fifty-perhaps we should say a hundred manding the harmony of sound ; and it should be the work party songs of various characters and descriptions, were of the philanthropist, to seize upon this inborn passion, prepared and scattered among the people. It may be said, and 30 control and direct its movements, as to make the that it is the sentiment of these songs and hymns, and not whole race happier, and more dignified as moral beings. the notes, that enlisted the heart and the feelings. But

If we may believe the ancients, Music was in use long this is a mistaken idea. Why then weave the sentiment before the invention of letters, and was used for the high. into verse, and send it out associated with some popular est purposes in influencing the characters of mankind. If air? Why not appeal to popular feeling in plain, plodding their accounts be true, Orpheus, Apollo and Amphion were prose, and in the ordinary tones of daily business ! Ah! he the tamers of mankind, the inventors of civil jurisprudence is but a poor philosopher of human nature, who, after witand domestic order. Minos sang to the lyre the laws he nessing one of our political meetings, and hearing the bois. gave to Crete, and Thales, by his inimitable strains, pre- terous chorus of one of these popular songs; and seeing pared the minds of the Spartans to receive the inflexible the spirit of enthusiasm mount higher and higher at every code of Lycurgus, his friend and associate. It was the repetition; who can go away, and say that this enthusiasm harp, which civilized the rude and savage when taken in was the creation of the orator of the evening. No; it is war; that reclaimed the vicious; that softened the manners the sentiment carried home to the heart, by means of Music.' of the austere ; that dispelled brooding melancholy from the Separate them; and the former becomes passionless. You mind; and more, that drove the spirit of madness from the may enlighten the understanding, but the feelings may infuriated maniac. Doubtless, much that we receive from slumber. Men have learned, that where the heart is to be this source is the language of exaggeration ; but after allow- influenced, and the passions aroused, Music has a talising every thing that is necessary on this ground, we are manic power; it is the “ open sesame" of the heart's door. It forced to the conclusion, that in the ruder days of society, was a knowledge of this fact, that led one of the most enMusic exerted an influence which at the present time is lightened statesmen of Europe to say, “Let me but make utterly inconceivable ; for, it must be remembered, that as the ballads of a nation, and I care not who makes its man recedes from the simplicity characteristic of society laws." Give me the power that controls the affectionsin its infant state, and becomes more perfect in philosophy let me keep the avenues to the heart, and I care not for and arts, and with it more cramped by the rigid spirit of your profoundest reasonings, even though it be armed with utilitarianism, he becomes less the creature of feeling; and the womnipotence of the law." instead of yielding altogether to those refining influences Music, thus allied to verse, (and it is argued that they which have a tendency to improve the heart, he must be should never be unallied; for, Music and Poetry are twin approached through the medium of his understanding, or sisters of the same parent-Passion); we say Music, thus the more selfish principles of his nature. But the history allied, has a grand influence, by the power of association of modern times, more moderate indeed, furnishes us with in cherishing an ardent love of country. The Music of no contrary testimony with regard to its influence; and is our country, is the Music we drink in with the lullaby of I were met by a skeptic on the power of Music-and I pray the oradle. Our national songs are the songs we sing in I never may, retrembering what the Poet hath said with our boyhood ; and thus, early graven on our hearts, are never regard to "the man, that hath no music in his soul;" for, it obliterated ; and when called up in riper years, sometimes is almost an adage with us,

awaken emotions in the soul too intense for words. Oh! I “ The motions of his soul are dull as night,

have seen tear chasing tear, down the surrowed cheek of * And his affections dark as Erebus ;

the aged wanderer, as he listened to the song he used to

hear beneath the shadow of his early home. I have seen "Let no such roan be trusted"

the blood of fire leap to the brow of the white-haired veteBut, if I were met hy such an one, I would say, point out ran, at the sound of the patriotic strain, which maddened a single instance in which men wish to enlist the feelings him, in youth, upon the field of battle. And is not every of their fellows in any enterprize whatever, and do not one familiar with instances of a similar kind ? Go to any subsidize the power of Music, and I myself will become man, who is an exile from his native home ; touch, within a skeptic. In the worship of the house of God, it is a most his hearing, the notes of some strain which was familiar to powerful auxiliary to influence the heart of the worshipper. his ear in youth, e'er he left his father-land--If he is not li soothes the feelings, calls in the thoughts from their un- dead to every sympathy of a generous nature, nature will hallowed wanderings, and elevates the soul to a devotional gush forth. Visions, beautiful as the holy dreams of an frame. Who is there that has not, at times, had his soul infant, will float before his entranced senses-a mother's heated to a glow of elevated servor, by the solemn grandeur smile, a father's kindness, the straw-thatched cottage, the and organ-peal of some lofty Anthem? Who is there who village-school, the green play.ground, the brook with its has not, more than once, had bis spirit melted into deep grassy banks, aye, and even "the old oaken bucket that contrition by the touching pathos of some penitential hymn? bung by the well,”—all, all will come up, gilded with the li is here that Music fulfils its sacred design; for, He who'tints of early joys; and will spread before the mind's gaze,

a scene, lovelier far than painter's pencil hath ever imaged | after what has been already said, may seem almost superforth. What Irishman can hear his native song, and not erogatory. But this is peculiarly the province of Vulove the shamrock and the harp of his own green isle ? sic; and the facts which illustrate it, are interwoven with What Englishman can hear the sound of “Rule Britannia ;" the annals of almost every people; but in no part more than or what Frenchman, that of the Marseilles Hymn, and not in the history of their battles. Martial music has ever been feel his heart beat quick? Or, what American can hear his a stimulus to the soldier in the hour of conflict; impellag own national air, homely in itself, but beautiful and power- him onward in the furious fray, and nerving his soul to bizta ful in its associated character, and not feel his soul touched exploits. Even the unlutored Indian feels its power; and as with the electric spark? True, it has nothing of gran- when he combats with his soe, he stirs his soul to deeds of deur about it; true, it was the invention of the ridicule of prowess, by the terrific yell of his war-song; rude indeed it an enemy; but our fathers consecrated it to Freedom; and it may be, but it is in truth, the bold and nervous gushings of is now holy--it will be cherished by their children as a his untamed and untamable spirit. jewel of bright worth,—and its strains will kindle in our When William of Normandy invaded England, the ar. breasts a flame of patriotism, which will lume up, pure my was headed by a Minstrel, in the employment of the and perpetual as the vestal fire upon the Persian altar. Conqueror. He had before inspired the soldiers with his

We remarked, a moment since, that the fact of the power strains. As the fight commenced, he led on the men, amoof Music to influence the hearts, and soften the manners sing them with feats of daring, to inspire them with daanof men, was amply sustained by authenticated history. less intrepidity; and then poured forth the war-song of When properly cultivated, it has a tendency to refine the Roland, their ancient leader. The effect, we are told, was heart. One of the Grecian historians, Polybius, in speaking electrical; the whole army caught the spirit of their leader, of the great difference observable in the manners of two and, borne onward by its infuriating influence, rolled upon neighboring tribes, the Arcadians and the Cynaetheans, the foe. Who can tell the influence of that strain? Bat says, that the former were celebrated for their piety, hu- for Taillifer, the first William might never have won te manity and hospitality; whilst their neighbors were equally proud title of the Conqueror;" but for that Minstrel's song, characterized by their savage manners, wickedness and the memorable field of Hastings had not been won; Bye, cruelty ; and that he could account for this difference, only and the whole record of English history bad changed its by the cultivation on the one hand, and the neglect on the hue ! other, of that genuine and perfect Music, which is useful in The legends of early Spain are replete with incidents of every state. The Arcadians taught their children from in- equal interest and point. But we have already lengthened fancy the sweet science of sound ; the people emulated our remarks too much to even think of enumerating tben. each other in the perfection of its art; and the Government It' was the war-song of the Cid,' that carried the victon. promoted it at the public expense. And he concludes hy ous standard of Castile and Arragon upon the tide of baisaying, that the object was not idle pleasure, but that of tle—this, that reared the blood-red cross, where the crescent softening the rough and stubborn tempers of the inhabi- had floated in sullen triumpb for more than six bundred tants ; and that the only way by which their savage neigh-years- it was this, that rolled the Hymn of Praise, along bors could be brought to a similar state of refinement, the wild Sierras and mountain cliffs, where naught has beea would be to restore Music to their country.

heard but the cry of Allah and bis Prophet. The inimitable Scott has beautifully alluded to the influ- Napoleon, confessedly the most consummate commander ence of the Troubadours, the Minstrels of the age preced- that ever lifted sword, and who, by his tactics, out-general ing the reformation; who were its only cultivators during that led all Europe, had a strict regard to the pieces of Music, gloomy period; travelling from castle to castle, and from which were played among the soldiery on particular occs. camp to camp, and chanting their wild and passionate lays sions. Certain tunes were at times prohibited ; obers upon the guitar and harp.

used only under peculiar circumstances, and others anali, “ As the fabled lute of the Egyptian Memnon hailed the reserved for the final charge-retained, perhaps, only w be advent of the natural morning, so when the morning of Sci- let loose with the reserve corps ; and it is stated that, in ence dawned upon a lengthened age, the shells of the Trou. making the famous passage of the Alps, under circumstarbadours sounded to the impulse of its first rays.” And ces the most appalling and dreadful; if the soldiers, at asy how? He continues, "by the delicate touches of their songs, time hesitated in their march, he ordered the bagles to they harmonized the feelings of the rude and illiterate age; sound their liveliest notes; and is the obstacle was so great soothed the austere features of chivalry; and by increasing as to bring them to a dead halt, the whole band was ordered the veneration for beauty, brightened the devotion and chas- to peal forth the charge to battle; which never failed to bear tity of love."

them over the most formidable difficulties. Every individ And here, by this allusion to this race of bards, we are ual has doubtless heard of the influence of “ Home Bluser" reminded of an incident we have somewhere read, which, on the Swiss soldiers, so touchingly alluded to by the Poet. to our own mind, is a happy illustration of the point we are now considering. History tells us, that Raymond, Count

The intrepid Swiss that guards a foreign shore,

Condemned to climb his mountain-cliffs no more ; de Thoulouse, was the patron of the Troubadours! It tells us also, that he was the protector of the Albigenses, during

If chance, he hears the song so sweetly wild, their bloody persecution ; that he threw around these pious

Which, on those cliffs his infant hours beguiled, worshippers the arm of his protection, when nearly all

Melts at the long lost scenes that round him rise, France had risen to crush them, and that this arm was ne

And sinks a Martyr to repentant sighs. ver withdrawn but with his life! Would it be too much to It is a fact, that the Swiss airs, known under the general say, that the Music of these bards had an influence in sof- name of " Ranz des Vaches," sometimes excited the soldiers tening and refining the feelings of this noble lord? Be this to such an agony of feeling, as to bring on a melareboly, * as it may, the heart that was enlisted to patronize the Trou- deep, that it could not be removed until they again stood badours, deeply sympathized with the sorrows of a pious amid their mountain-homes. and persecuted people; and it belongs to the imperishable These references to the power of Martial Music, will be part of history, and to the praise of Music, that their influ- regarded merely as illustrative. May the time soon code, ence was powerful in raising a darkened world to the light when its influence in such a cause shall no longer be need and order, which bas been progressive to the present time.ed; when war, and with it the war-cry, may no lure de

To speak of the power of Music to arouse the feelings, 'beard, and Music may be confined to its legitimate use-40 and immortal song,

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sosten, refine and elevate the heart. It seems almost like its full influence. Few of us have that nice sensibility, that

expresfacrilege, to use this Heavenly Art for purposes so dark and power to spiritualize sound, (if I may be allowed the earthly; and it is a relief to turn from the contemplation to sion,) which enables us to enjoy its most exquisite delights; speak of other uses. If Music hath power to stir the soul to and those, who have so cultivated the ear and the heart, as frenzy, it hath power also to lull it into delightful peace, and to detect the slightest improprieties in musical execution, bush all the billows of its fluctuating passions. There are but seldom hear such Music as unites every perfection. strains, which seem to have the power to “take the prison's All earthly things are imperfect--all heavenly things are soul, and lap it in Elysium.” There are tones which come perfect. All earthly Music, has its share of discord-all over the troubled spirit, like that which soothed the mood heavenly Music, is unbroken harmony. Here, numerous of Saul. It can truly, especially if "married" to sacred trifles are ever occurring, to mar the beauty of almost

every performance. A slight cold may take away the liquid

clearness of the voice; the air itself is too close or too
" Minister to a mind diseased,
Pluck up deep-rooted sorrow;

heavy, properly to convey the sound; the place in which the
And raze long-graven grief,

performance is carried on, is not the most suitable to proFrom out the troubled memory."

duce its proper effect; or, even the position the hearer occu

pies, may be unfavorable to catch the sound ; one voice is How often has the mourner's heart been soothed after the a little to harsh, another too shrill; one too loud, and another paroxysm of passionate and stormy grief, by a few concor- too soft; here a single note may occur improperly, there a dant notes? I have seen the tear-drop gush to the eye of suitable pause was omitted; here one is too hurried, (there the bereft, at the first notes of that lovely lyric of Mrs. He is something certainly very unmusical about this paragraph, mans, “ Bird of the Spirit Land;" but ere the notes have but remember, gentle reader, I am on Musical imperfections died away, the tear has returned to its fount, and the sola- now,) there again another lags and drawls ; and still more ced heart has been lifted nearer to that better land of the frequently is there a want of proper conception of, and endeparted and the loved. How often, too, has this influence tering into the spirit of the strain; a proper identification been seen, at the sound of some, perhaps, more pious of the soul of the performer, with the soul of the piece. Hymn, teaching the disconsolate under the darkest allic. But there ; there will be no discordant tones, no harsh breath tion, that "Earth hath no sorrows that Heaven cannot cure.”

to disturb the sweetness of the strains, that warble from Music hath power also to soothe the soul, even in the immortal tongues; not one jarring note, heard even by the period of its earthly dissolution-when the uncaged spirit perfect ear of God himself. Every voice, responsive to the 28 about to wing its way to immortality. How often has full heart, will break forth in moving accents ; not with the the voice of Music filled with its gentle cadence the chamber mechanism so often characteristic of earthly Music; but of death, and soothed the dying in that awful hour! How often the heart, the spirit breathing through, in every syllable. has the sufferer, even when the spirit seemed to be hovering, Now, all Heaven resounds with the loud Anthem; loud as and ready to join the Anthems of the Skies, found peace and the uplisted voice of many waters, but “sweet as the Musolace, in mingling his faint breath in the Hymn of praise ? sic of the chiming spheres, by God's own finger touched to Ah, and how often has the spirit parted, and mingled in the harmony;"-all, all vieing in the blissful employment; not unending song of the beatified! The ransomed soul, borne

one voice silent; not one string, from Gabriel's to the infant up, as it were, upon the very breath of Holy Song!

cherub's, left untouched; and the high dome of the Golden And here I cannot help again referring to the favorite City” echoes with the pealing hallelujah. And now, a genauthoress just alluded to. Her verses entitled “Music in a tler strain-now, it moves in soft and tender cadence, tremRoom of Sickness,” are inimitably sweet,

bling on the evening air; or floats in gently undulating waves, Oh, bring thy harp,

along the waters of the River of Life, which flows fast by Sister! a gentle heaviness at last

the Oracle or God ! Has touched my eyelids ; sing to me, and sleep How transporting the thought! I sometimes think, if this

were all of Heaven, it were enough to lure us up there.

To hear, and join in the song of the ransomed; of those who Sing me that antique strain, which once I deemed walk in white robes, emblems of their virgin purity-a song, Almost too sternly simple, too austere

already begun, it may be, by our own loved ones-ah, too In its grave majesty! I love it now;

fondly loved--and whose witching tones seemed to have Now it seems fraught with holiest power, to hush caught the Minstrelsy of the Empyrean, e'er they left this All billows of the soul, e'en like the voice

lower world, and thus wrapt us in its trance. List! I hear That said of old—“ be still." Sing me that strain, one voice, hardly more sweet than when it sang to me on The Saviour's dying hour.

earth; but yet more soft, more purified : it comes down like Ah! it was Music like this, “the Saviour's dying hour," the quivering ray of yon pale star, or dies along like the which soothed the Martyr at the stake. Can it be believed notes of yon distant flute upon the sleeping waters—but now Yes

, there have been those who could praise God, even in again, it is lost in the universal song, the outbursting praise ie james. The Martyr's sweet and solemn breathing strain of transported spirits! Oh! who is there that is at all alive

untremulous and clear--clear, and full, and tri- to sacred harmony, who longs not for a place amid Heaven's umphant, as the Victor's shout on the won field?

Choir ? Who is there, whose heart has one string to vibrate
But I must beg the reader's pardon, and hasten to my with pious emotion, who cannot exclaim with the devoted
finale. Such hath been, and such is still the power of and spiritual De Fleury,
Mosic. Such hath been, and such is still the power of

Ye Angels, who stand round the throne, earthly Music. What then will be the Music of Heaven?

And view my Iminanvel's face, Vasic here possesses power, proportionate to the perfec

In rapturous songs make him known; tion in itself and the delicate and perfect sensibility of the

Tune, tune your soft harps to his praise.

Oh, when will the period appear, percipient. There are some men, in whose spirit the sweet

When I shall unite in your song? eft and most melting notes awaken no kindred chordthere is no sensibility in the percipient. There are again

I'm weary of lingering here,

And I to your Saviour belong : ears, so delicately attuned to the sweet harmony of sound,

I want, oh I want to be there, that the slightest deviation grates upon the nerves harsh

Where sorrow and sin bid adieu : discord. Both of these things prevent Music from exerting

I want to be one of your choir,
And tune my sweet harp to his praise.

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Now, a book which is calculated to aid in making

Edgeworthian men and women, must be a good It is there! It is there! I can see the glance

book : and such is Mrs. Farrar's. of the sparkling waves in their onward dance; And the waters are singing the joyous tone,

We cannot make extracts: they are not needed, Remembered so well through years that have flown : if the reader will give a little credence to our opiAnd the shadowy glade, whence the merry shout, nion, and glance over the truly expressive heads Of my childhood's mirth, has so oft rung out,

of the chapters, which we subjoin : I behold it again and the waving trees, As they gently toss in the sportive breeze.

1. Improvement of Time.

2. Domestic Economy. There, the woodlands wave, in whose verdant maze 3. Nursing the sick. I have wandered so oft through the summer days,

4. Behavior of the sick. Plucking the flowers from each bank and dell,

5. DRESS. Or stooping to drink from the spring's bright well.

6. Means of preserving health [embracing these subI am home once more! Oh that heart-cherished word! jects--Combe's Physiology-structure of the skin-sea. 'Twas never forgotten, though rarely heard;

sible perspiration--CLEANLINESS-bathing-mutnal depenOh, mother! I've come to the cottage door

dence of the skin and lungs-EXERCISE-cold extremi. of my much-loved home, to depart no more.

ties--digestion-food-drink-fasting the best medecinBaltimore, Md.


7. Behavior to parents and their friends.
8. Conduct to teachers.

9. The relation of brothers and sisters.

10. Treatment of domestics and work woinen.

11. Female companionship. However mankind may differ in their tastes and 12. Behavior to gentlemen. dispositions; yet, each one has an ideality of hap- 13. Conduct at publie places. piness, which lyeth round wealth as a centre.

14. Dinner parties. G.

15. Evening parties. Williamsburg, Va.

16. Conversation.
17. Visits.
18. Travelling.

19. Mental culture.

Attractive subjects, these: and attractively does

the author discuss them. We shall consider our THE YOUNG LADY'S FRIEND..

selves as having done the country a service, by

every reader we procure for her work. Mrs. John Farrar, of New York, is the writer

If any chapters can be singled out as more valu. of a volume bearing the above title: and never able than the rest, we would specify those upon was a title better deserved. Its 350 or 400 pages Dress, and upon the Means of preserving Health

. teem with inestimable hints for the creation and Mrs. Farrar is a decided advocate for much exerforming of woman's character. The fair author cise, taken rather in the form of useful work than seems deeply imbued with that large, healthful in mere walking or jumping; though she prefers commonsense, which gives Miss Edgeworth her these, and active sports of all kinds, to slothful inpreëminence over all other female writers of this action. Her thoughts upon the kind and quantity age; along with a very sufficient portion of the of food are extremely judicious ; and there is the piety, that marks Hannah More. This combina- soundest dietetic truth in her recommendation

, to tion is almost our beau ideal of female excellence. drink no water or other liquid shortly before any It is one of our most long-cherished opinions, that meal, and very little indeed—not exceeding one of all human compositions, by any single author, tea-cup full—at a meal. the Tales, Essays, and most of the Novels of Ma- suasion from liquids while digestion is going , ria Edgeworth, are best suited to make useful, and at all other times. She bears unequivocal and good, and great men and women; and that in strong testimony against tight lacing. choosing a wife, or a husband, no question half so pregnant with valuable meaning can be asked, as—"Is she an Edgeworthian girl ?" or, “ Is he DR. RUSCHENBERGER'S NEW WORK. an Edgeworthian man?” That epithet compre

First Book of NATURAL History, prepared for the se hends a host of good qualities, which it would re

of Schools and Colleges, by W. S. w. RoscHENBERGER, quire much circumlocution, and perhaps more than

Surgeon U. S. Navy, &c. Philadelphia

: Turner & Fisker.

1841. one page, to express in precise words. John Ran

A neat little volume, illustrated with numerous entus dolph's pile of eulogy upon our favorite, we would vings. The style is plain and unaffected; the explanations fain keep

forever present to every American mind:— clear and comprehensive. Such a work is mueb nedot "delightful, ingenious , charming, sensible, witty, in- among the text books of our

Schools and Colleges, Dane. imitable, though not unimitated Miss Edgeworth”

male or female, should be without it. We heartily reason said he, in one of his most powerful and most ec- the most valuable acquisitions of the day to the catalezue

mend it to the notice of teachers and pupils ; for it is one of centric speeches.

of school-books.


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lege and the tenderness of an old friend, but I tremble for your happiness, when I see the already

dawning result of the vague wishes you have cher** De toutes les riantes imaginations de ma jeunesse, rien n'a été vrai que l'amour !"

ished. Were your powers less conspicuous, I I.

should spare you my warnings, but you are gifted " It is with mingled feelings of pleasure and re- with rare endowments, and they must color your gret, my fair young friend, that I recall the con- destiny for weal or for wo. I have lived too long in tents of your letter ; with pleasure, for they tell the world not to know how dangerous is the posme the separation of several years, has not di- session of such talent to one debarred by her sominished your confidence in my sympathy, and cial position from exercising her intellect in the with many regrets awakened by the tone of lan- more extended and exciting careers of greatness. guor in which you write. I ought not, perhaps, to In a woman, to be differently constituted from the expect from you now, the same thoughtless ardor many, is in itself a misfortune, and there are few which distinguished your character when we parted, things more difficult for society at large, to forgive, and the time I have spent abroad, must, in strength-than the mental superiority to whose rule it cannot ening your mind, have taken somewhat from its but submit. The very consciousness too, of posbuoyancy and its glee. I left you, a gay, enthusi- sessing this, takes away a portion of our interest astic girl, scarcely beyond the threshold of child in the generality of those around us, and we are hood, yet fervent in the pursuit of knowledge, prone to be painfully alive to the want of sympaeager in the wish for praise, and with that firm thy in our common companions. This lack of conconfidence in yourself, without which, there is no geniality, felt at times by all, presses constantly success in the world. If with these qualities, was and heavily on those, who have the sensitiveness mingled something of haughtiness, if pride occa- of undirected genius. It may seem strange to sionally exercised too strong a mastery, and if you, Florence, to hear words like these from one undisguised contempt for whatever seemed to you whose ambition has been so ardent and so fortunate mean and ignoble, often swayed you more power- as mine ; but the gaining of reward, has shown me fully than prudence could have wished, I regarded how worthless it is at the best, and I grieve to see these faults, as in a manner, the essential accompa- you pining for a success so tempting, yet so unsaniments of gifts like yours. I trusted to time for tisfying. Far be it from me, my young friend, to their correction, and I believed they would be still one throb of your proud aspirations, to crush taught control by that spirit of policy, which com- one sign of the might that is slumbering in your munion with society sheds upon all. I saw, that soul. I would but have you pause ere you sacrithough lofty in mind, and prone to rebel against all fice too much to pride, and yield too entirely to the that shackled your peculiar views, your heart was tempter. In a man, I would foster every indicaa very woman's still, and I believed your own gene- tion of ambition, till it should become the ruling rous feelings would prove your surest guide. My passion, the guiding star of his life ; for you, its suppositions were both right and wrong. When I encouragement is a barrier to all tranquil happiness; again met you, before my departure, five years ago, and even its prizes cannot atone to you, for the I found you in many respects, what I had antici- lovelier joys you must relinquish. Something of pated. You had lost, it is true, much of the free that restless weariness which always follows vague eagerness of childhood, but your high reverence aspirings, your letter betrays, has already been for the great and good, had grown stronger, in yours. I could almost smile at the folly of your changing from an impulse to a principle, and you unfounded repinings, but I know this lassitude to had learned to veil with graceful polish, that scorn, one like you, is a treacherous thing, and I fear for once too ready to come forth. In our early youth, your peace, when you bend to its influence. I we are apt to think all concealment is hypocrisy ; grieve, Florence, to find your fair dreams so soon but as we grow older, and its necessity becomes disappearing, and your gifts thus preying on yourapparent, our self-love gives it a gentler and more self. You say you are weary, dispirited, heartsick; flattering name. This period of lenient judgment, you, with beauty, grace and intellect, combining to was with you at our last meeting, and when I brighten your existence. This ennui is unworthy marked the influence your intellect half uncon- of your powers, and ruinous to your future transciously exerted over the giddy and frivolous around quillity. You ask too much from the world, my you, I had an earnest conviction your lot would be friend, in demanding happiness; more, far more, proud, and felt an interest warm, and true as a pa-than it can bestow. In the heart, not in the mind, rent's, in the child of one, who was the dearest dwells the spring of real enjoyment; and you friend of my boyhood. You had all that exalted cannot be blest, until affection is more to you than sentiment which characterized your father's youth, praise. You cannot exist in the nothingness, howand much also, of that undefined, restless, and un-ever brilliant, of vanity and fashion; to a characreasonable ambition that darkened his later life. ter like yours, there must be a decided object in Forgive me, Florence, if I carry too far, the privi-' life, and your sources of excitement are few, be

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