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sorrow. No; I will live, that you may still possess one faithful heart; and perhaps by means of a secret sympathy, even at this distance, you are sensible of my love, and it im parts to your heart new life, new warmth. Perhaps some compassionate genius whispers to you when asleep; Boris is not alone in the world.' Your dear eyes open, and far, far off, you perceive the melancholy Julia, whose heart follows you every where. Perhaps, yet I am wishing, what I dare not, I will love you, though hopeless."

There reigned now in Julia's soul a soft and pleasing sorrow; every virtuous sentiment is pleasant, and even the hottest tears of repentance are not bitter; for repentance is the dawn of virtue.

Julia found that she soon should be a mother. A new, a powerful sentiment, pervaded her whole frame. Should she rejoice or lament? She could not for a long time arrange her own feelings. "I shall become a mother; but the joyful smile of the father will not receive the young suckling; a father's tears will not bedew him! Poor, unfortunate child! an orphan you cuter the world, and the first object which meets your eyes is the picture of sorrow! But as it pleases Heaven! A new duty now binds me to live and to suffer. Welcome, then, dear child! my heart shall love you with two fold tenderness. For your sake, and through you, I will endeavour to find contentment; thy tender mind shall not be im. pressed by complaints and looks of sorrow. Love alone awaits you in my arms, and the hour of your birth shall revive in me a new life."

She now, with the utmost zeal, prepared herself to full the duty of a mother. Emile, this book, single in its kind, was never out of her hands. "I was not a good wife," said she, sighing, "I will at least be a good mother. I will endeavour, by a strict attention to the one duty, to atone for my remissness in the

uther."

She counted the days and hours till her confinement. Already she loved the dear infant yet unbora; already she embraced it, and called it by the tenderest names. Its every movement occasioned her the most lively joy.

She bore a son, the most beautiful infant, at once the image of both father and mother; she felt neither pain or weakness; transport swallowed up every other feeling; a new source of the purest, most sacred, and undescribable sensations awakened in her heart; her eyes were never tired of gazing at her infant; her tongue a thousand times repeated the most flattering caressing epitucts. She warmed his

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young mind with the ardency of her affection, aud imparted to his heart the tender senti ments of her own.

Every thing around her now assumed a gayer aspect. Formerly she hardly quitted her | chamber, but the sight of the immense firmament, the spacious earth, awakened in her soul, with added force, the idea of her lonely and forsaken state. “What am I in the great mass of the creation?" she asked herself, and sunk into despondency; the murmurs of the brooks and woods increased her melancholy, and the cheerful sport of the feathered tribe disgusted her. Every thing now was changed. She hastened with her little darling into the open air, as soon as possible; the sun shone more resplendent, because it shone on her boy; the trees appeared to bow down to embrace the lovely child; she heard in the murmuring of the rivulets the most caressing sounds; the birds and butterflies only sported for his amusement-She was a mother.

The pleasures of the great world, of which she once thought so highly, now appeared to her a deceitful phantom, in comparison with the real transports of maternal love. Alas! she would have been perfectly happy had not the idea of the sorrowing Boris lain heavy on her heart. "I enjoy the highest happiness," murmured she; "my checks are bedewed with the tears of joy, while he wanders through the world in melancholy solitude. O! what angel will inform him of his wife's reformation! Yes, I am again worthy of him. In the face of heaven and earth, I will venture to declare, I am now worthy of him; but he is ignorant of it. He imagines me the votary of vice, he conceives me an enemy to virtue. O, did he but return only for a moment to look at our son, he might even say, "you do not rejoice over him," and tear him from me! Gladly would I deprive myself of all comfort to comfort hin; gladly would I be unhappy if thereby I could render him happy!"

In the mean time the little Boris bloomed like a rose. He already rau about the meadows; could already say, "I love you, mama!" Already understood caressing her tenderly, and drying the tears with his little hands, which streamed from her eyes.

On a delightful day, in the mouth of May, as the thought on the first circumstances that led to her marriage just presented itself in the most lively manner to her imagination, she walked out with her little Boris. She scated herself on a green bank, near the road, and while her boy played around her, she drew from her bosom the miniature of Boris, and "Are you catered into conversation with it.

still the same?" cried she! "Alas! no, cer- || in the country like the happiest lovers. The tainly not! when you sat to the painter you rest of the world is nothing to them. Boris looked on me with tenderness, was happy and is ever the same as he always was—å benevocheerful: and now—." Her brow was over-lent man of sense; and Julia proves by her cast, she sat some time in thought, and at example, that often, under the appearance length a gentle sleep closed her eyes.

of youthful levity, the most sublime virtues that adorn a woman lie concealed.

The tenderness of Boris will not allow him to paint her former character in such glow. ing coloms. "You were born," said he, "to be virtuous; a little of vanity, and the fruit of a wrong education, and bad example, were alone the cause of your momentary errors. You needed once to learn the worth of virtue and true affection, to hate vice for ever. You wonder, perhaps, why I was always silent, and never warned you of the consequences of your levity; but I am perfectly convinced that reproaches will sooner render a heart

An uneasy mind, even in sleep, experiences disagreeable imaginations. Julia dreamt that a vast ocean rolled its distorted, black, and tremendous waves around her. Thunder and lightning increased the horror of the scene; and a distasted ship was tossed about on the raging billows. Now sunk in the frightful abyss, now mounting to the clouds, and now swallowed up in the depth of the ocean. Unhappy crew! Julia's feeling heart bled as she perceived that the impetuous surge dashed a corpse on the shore. She hastened to assist the unhappy victim; she endeavoured to recal him to life, and amidst these occupa-callous than reform it. Tendernes and pations she recognized Boris! dead, cold, she held him a corpse in her arms. Trembling and breathless she awoke, and Boris stood before her! Full of life and love, he threw himself on her bosom never to part from her again.

This scene not one word more shall attempt to pourtray-not one word more of the speaking silence of the first few minutes, and the immediate heartfelt acclamations of joy which ¦¦ followed! not one word of the tears of transport and delight! not a word of Boris's feelings, as Julia conducted to him his son; and the little boy, by nature taught, caressed him, while he gazed with a smile of affection on the mother.

Boris had travelled for some years. A faithful friend had, in the mean time, acquainted him with every circumstance concerning Julia. At length, as he could no longer doubt that she loved virtue and himself, he hastened back to his native land, to assure his wife that he had ever continued to adore her.

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tience on the part of a husband in such a case is the most efficacious remedy. Reproof and censure would only have made you imagine I was jealous. You would have thought yourself injured, and perhaps our hearts would have been divided for ever. The consequences have justified my opinion. Parting at length appeared to me the only remedy I could employ for your reformation. I left you to the conviction of your own heart, not, indeed, with frigid indifference, not without the most heart-felt sorrow; but a ray of hope supported me, and did not deceive me. You are mine, wholly and for ever mine."

Sometimes Julia would exclaim against the women. Boris defended them. "Believe me, dear Julia," said he, " it is chiefly the fault of the men if the women are vicious; and the chief reason the last are bad, is because the former are generally not better."

Boris and Julia are in many things of a different opinion; but both perfectly agree in this, that connubial and parental happiness is the greatest blessing on earth.

"CELEBS IN SEARCH OF A WIFE;"

COMPREHENDING OBSERVATIONS ON DOMESTIC HABITS AND MANNERS, RELIGION AND

MORALS.

THIS work which, during the short time since which it has been published, has attracted such an extraordinary degree of attention, is attributed to the pen of the celebrated Mrs. Hannah Moore. We shall therefore give a long extract from it. The hero, Celebs, thus proceeds in his narrative :—

"Some days after, while we were conversing over our tea, we heard the noise of a carriage; and Mr. Stanley looking out from a bow window in which he and I were sitting, said, it was Lady and Miss Rattle driving up the ave

nue.

He had just time to add, "these are our fine neighbours. They always make us a

visit as soon as they come down, while all the gloss and lustre of London is fresh upon them. We have always our regular routine of conversation. While her Ladyship is pouring the fashions into Mrs. Stanley's ear, Miss Rattle, who is about Phoebe's age, entertains my daughters and me with the history of her own talents and acquirements."

"Here they entered. After a few compli ments, Lady Rattle seated herself between Lady Belfield and Mrs. Stanley, at the upper end of the room; while the fine, sprightly, boisterous girl of fifteen or sixteen threw her self back on the sofa at nearly her full length,|| between Mr. Stanley and me, the Miss Stanleys and Sir John sitting near us, within hearing of her lively loquacity.

in the evening; and mamma says, there is nothing in the world that money can pay for, but what I shall learn. And I run so delightfully fast from one thing to another that I am never tired. What makes it so pleasant is, as soon as I am fairly set in with one master, another arrives. I should hate to be loug at the same thing. But I shan't have a great while to work so hard, for as soon as I come out, I shall give it all up, except music and dancing."

"All this time Lucilla sat listening with a smile, behind the complacency of which she tried to conceal her astonishment. Phoebe, who had less self-controul, was on the very verge of a broad laugh. Sir John, who had long lived in a soil where this species is indi

varieties, to feel much astonishment at this specimen, which, however, he sat contemplat. ing with philosophical, but discriminating coolness.

"For my own part, my mind was wholly absorbed in contrasting the coarse manners of this voluble, and intrepid, but good humoured girl, with the quiet, cheerful, and unassuming elegance of Lucilla.

"I should be afraid, Miss Rattle," said Mr. Stanley, "if you did not look in such blooming health, that, with all these incessant lahours, you did not allow yourself time for rest, Surely you never sleep."

"Well, Miss Amelia," said Mr. Stanley,genous, had been too long accustomed to all its "I dare say you have made good use of your time this winter; I suppose you have ere now completed the whole circle of the arts. Now let me hear what you have been doing, and tell me your whole achievements, as frankly as you used to do when you were a little girl" "Indeed," replied she, "I have not been idle, if I must speak the truth. One has so many things to learn, you know. I have gone on with my French and Italian of course, and I am beginning German. Then comes my drawing master; he teaches me to paint flowers and shells, and to draw ruins and buildings,|| and to take views. He is a good soul, and is finishing a set of pictures, and half a dozen fire screens which I began for mamma. He does help me to be sure, but indeed, I do some of it myself, don't I, mamma?" calling out to her mother, who was too much absorbed in her own narratives to attend to her daughter. "And then," pursued the young prattler, "I learn varnishing, and gilding, and japanning. And next winter I shall learn modelTing, and etching, and engraving in mezzotinto and aquatinta, for Lady Di. Dash learns etching, and mamma says, as I shall have a better fortune than Lady Di, she vows I shall learn every thing she does. Then I have a dancing master, who teaches me the Scotch and Irish steps; and another who teaches me attitudes, and I shall soon learn the waltz, and I can stand longer on one leg already than Lady Di. Theu I have a singing master, and another who teaches me the harp, and another for the piano-forte. And what little time I can spare from these principal things, I give by odd minutes to ancient and modern history, and geography, and astronomy, and grammar, and botany. Then I attend lectures on chemistry, and experimental philosophy, for as I am not yet come out, I have not much to do

"O yes, that I do, and eat too," said she; 'my life is not quite so hard and moping as you fancy. What between shopping and morning visitings with mamma, and seeing sights, and the park, aud the gardens, (which, by the way, I hate, except on a Sunday when they are crowded,) and our young balls, which are four or five in a week after Easter, and mamina's music parties at home, I contrive to enjoy myself tolerably, though after I have been presented, I shall be a thousand times better off, for then I shan't have a moment to myself. Won't that be delightful?" said she, twitching my arm, rather roughly, by way of recalling my attention, which however had seldom wandered?

"As she had now run out her London materials, the news of the neighbourhood next furnished a subject for her volubility. After she had mentioned in detail one or two stories of low village gossip; while I was wondering how she could come at them, she struck me dumb by quoting the coachman as her authority. This enigma was soon explained. The mother and daughter having exhausted different topics of discourse nearly at the same time, they took their leave, in order to enrich

every family in the neighbourhood, on whom they were going to call, with the same valuable knowledge which they had imparted to

us.

"Mr. Stanley conducted Lady Rattle, and I led her daughter; but as I offered to hand her into the carriage, she started back with a sprightly motion, and screamed out, “O no, not in the inside, pray help me up to the dickey; I always protest I never will ride with any body but the coachman, if we go ever so far." So saying, with a spring shewed how much she despised my assistance, the little hoyden was seated in a moment, nodding familiarly at me, as if I had been an old friend.

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"Then with a voice, emulating that which, when passing by Charing-cross, I have heard issue from an over stuffed stage vehicle, when Ya robust sailor has thrust his body out at the window, the fair creature vociferated "drive || on coachman !" He obeyed, and turning round her whole person, she continued nodding at me till they were out of sight.

"Here is a mass of accomplishments," said 1," without one particle of mind, one ray of common sense, or one shade of delicacy! Surely somewhat less time, and less money might have suffice to qualify a companion for the coachman!"

"What poor creatures are we men," said I to Mr. Stanley as soon as he came in! "We think it very well, if after much labour and long application we can attain to one or two of the innumerable acquirements of this gay little girl. Nor is this I find the rare achievement of one happy genius. There is a whole class of these miraculous females. Miss Rattle "Is knight o'th' shire, and represents them all.” "It is only young ladies,” replied he, "whose vast abilities, whose mighty grasp of mind, can take in every thing. Among men, learned men, talents are commonly directed into some one channel, and fortunate is he, who in that one attains to excellence. The linguist is rarely a painter, nor is the mathematician of ten a poet. Even in one profession, there are divisions and subdivisions. The same lawyer never thinks of presiding both in the King's Bench, and in the Court of Chancery. The science of healing is not only divided into its three distinct branches, but in the profession of surgery only, how many are the subdivi sions! One professor undertakes the eye, another the ear, and a third the teeth. women, ambitious, aspiring, universal, triumphant, glorious woman, even at the age of a school boy, encounters the whole range of arts, attacks the whole circle of sciences!" No. XLII. Vol. VI.

But

"A mighty maze, and quite without a plan," replied Sir John, laughing. "But the truth is, the misfortune does not so much consist in their learning every thing, as in their knowing nothing; I mean nothing well. When gold is beaten out so wide, the lamina must needs be very thin. And you may observe, the more valuable attainments, though they are not to be left out of the modish plan, are kept in the back ground; and are to be picked up out of the odd remnants of that time, the sum of which is devoted to frivolous accomplishments. All this gay confusion of acquirements, these holiday splendours, this superfluity of enterprize, enumerated in the first part of her catalogue is the real business of education, the latter part is incidental, and if taught is not learnt.

"As to the lectures so boastfully mentioned, they may be doubtless made very useful subsidiaries to instruction. They most happily illustrated book knowledge; but if the pupil's instructions in private do not precede, and keep pace with these useful public exhibitions, her knowledge will be only presumptuous ignorance. She may learn to talk of oxygen and hydrogen, and deflagration, and trituration, but she will know nothing of the science except the terms. It is not knowing the name of his tools that makes an artist; and I should be afraid of the vanity which such superficial information would communicate to a mind not previously prepared, nor exercised at home in corresponding studies. But as Miss Rattle honestly confessed, as soon as she comes out all these things will die away of themselves, and dancing and music will be almost all which will survive of her multifarious pursuits."

"I look upon the great predominance of music in female education," said Mr. Stanley, "to be the source of more mischief than is suspected; not from any evil in the thing itself, but from its being such a gulph of time as really to leave little room for solid acquisitions. I love music, and were it only cultivated as an e nusement should commend it. But the monstrous proportion, or rather disproportion of life which it swallows up, ven in many religious families, and this is the chief subject of my regret, has converted an innocent diversion into a positive sin. I questiou if many gay men devote inore hours in a day to idle purposes, thau the daughters of many pious parents spend in this amusement.

"All these hours the mind lies fallow, improvement is at a stand, if even it does not retrograde. Nor is it the shreds and scraps of time, stolen in the intervals of better things, that is so devoted; but it is the morning, the

prime, the profitable, the active hours, wheu the mind is vigorous, the spirits light, the intellect awake and fresh, and the whole being wound up by the refreshment of sleep, and animated by the return of light and life, for nobler services."

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"Only figure to yourself," replied Mr. Stanley, "my six girls daily playing their four hours a piece, which is now a moderate allowance! As we have but one instrument they must be at it in succession, day and night, to keep pace with their neighbours. If I may compare light things with serious ones, it would resemble,” added he, smiling, “the per

"If," said Sir John, "music were cultivated to embellish retirement, to be practised where pleasures are scarce, and good perfor-petual psalmody of good Mr. Nicholas Ferrar, mers not to be had, it would quite alter the case. But the truth is, these highly taught ladies are not only living in public where they constantly hear the most exquisite professors, but they have them also at their own houses. Now one of these two things must happen. Either the performance of the lady will be so inferior as not to be worth hearing on the comparison, or so good that she will fancy herself the rival, instead of the admirer of the performer whom she had better pay and praise than fruitlessly emulate."

"This anxious struggle to reach the unattainable excellence of the professor," said Mr. Stanley, "often brings to my mind the contest for victory between the ambitious nightingale and the angry lutanist in the beautiful Profusion of Strada."

who had relays of musicians every six hours to sing the whole Psalter through every day and night! I mean not to ridicule that holy man; but my girls thus keeping their useless vigils in turn, we should only have the melody without any of the piety. No, my friend! I will have but two or three singing birds to cheer my little grove. If all the world are performers, there will soon be no hearers. Now, as I am resolved in my own family that some shall listen, I will have but few to perform."

"It must be confessed," said Sir John, "that Miss Rattle is no servile imitator of the vapid tribe of the superficially accomplished. Her violent animal spirits prevent her from growing smooth by attrition. She is as rough and angular as rusticity itself could have made her. Where strength of character, however, is only marked by the worst concomitant of strength, which is coarseness, I should almost

"I should a little fear" said I, "that I lay too much stress on companionableness; on the positive duty of being agreeable at home, bad I not early learnt the doctrine from my father and seen it exemplified so happily in the prac, tice of my mother."

"It is to the predominance of this talent," replied I, “that I ascribe that want of companionableness of which I complain. The excellence of musical performance is a decorat-prefer inanity itself.” ed screen, behind which all defects in domestic knowledge, in taste, judgment, and literature, and the talents which make an elegant companion, are creditably concealed."-"I have made," said Sir John, "another remark, young ladies who from apparent shyness do not join in the conversation of a small select party, are always ready enough to entertain them with music on the slightest hint. Surely it is equally modest to say as to sing, especially to sing those melting strains we sometimes hear sung, and which we should be ashamed to hear said. After all, how few hours are there in a week, in which a man engaged in the pursuits of life, and a woman in the duties of a wife, to employ in music. I am fond of it myself, and Lady Belfield plays admirably; but with the cares inseparable from the conscientious discharge of her duty with so many children, how little time has she to play, or I to listen! But there is no day, no hour, no meal in which I do not enjoy in her the ever ready "This" continued he, "is one of the great pleasure of an elegant and interesting com- arts of home enjoyment. That it is so little panion. A man of sense, when all goes smooth-practised, accounts in a good measure for the ly, wants to be entertained; under vexation to be soothed; in difficulties to be counselled; in sorrow to be comforted. In a mere artist can be reasonably look for these resources ?”

"I entirely agree with you, Charles," said Mr. Stanley, "as to the absolute morality of be. ing agreeable in one's own family circle. Nothing so surely, and so certainly wears out the happiness of married persons, as that too common bad effect of familiarity, the sinking down into dullness and insipidity; neglecting to keep alive the flame by the delicacy which first kindled it; want of vigilance in keeping the temper cheerful by Christian discipline, and the faculties bright by constant use. Mutual affection decays, even where there is no great moral turpitude, without mutual endeavours, not only to improve, but to enter

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undomestic turn of too many married persons. The man meets abroad with amusement, and the woman with attentions, to which they are not accustomed at home. Whercas a capacity

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