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keep a monkey, it's fit he should pay for the glasses he breaks."

We conclude with an anecdote, which shows that ladies sometimes, when they please, can find opportunities of retaliating severely on those who treat them not with the respect they merit. A gentleman who had married a second wife, indulged himself in recurring too often in conversation, to the beauty and virtues of his first consort. He had, at the same time, not discernment enough to discover that the subject was anything but agreeable to his present lady. Excuse me, madam," said he; "I cannot help expressing my regrets

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for the dear deceased." "Upon my honour," replied the fair incumbent, "I can most heartily affirm, that I am as sincere a mourner for her as you can be." Reader, never mind the ancients, and the fusty antiquaries, but study from living editions. If you are not satisfied with your own observations, and want to be assured from other sources how women ought to be valued, read Dryden's "Epitaph on Mrs. Anne Killigrew," Lord Lyttleton's "Monody on his Wife," and remember what Sir Walter Scott sings in the last canto of "Marmion":—

"O woman, in our hours of ease,
Uncertain, coy, and hard to please,
And variable as the shade,

By the light, quivering aspen made;
When pain and anguish wring the brow,
A ministering angel thou."

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Then turn to the Bard of Hope, and not done so already :learn these lines by heart, if you have

"And say, without our hopes, without our fears,
Without the home that plighted love endears,
Without the smile from partial beauty won,
Oh! what were man ?-A world without a sun!"

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'Twas very long and very flat,
The sermon which I heard;
And o'er the pew in which I sat
Sleep hovered like a bird,
With noiseless pinions folded there
Upon the uncirculating air.

Fach ancient phrase upon my ear
In its dull dropping feli less clear;
And desk, book, preacher, one by one,
Died like the light of setting sun.
And then, upon my puzzled view,
More broad and deep the pulpit grew,
With seats ranged over seats, as fit

For an orchestral band to sit;

The church a church remained, altho'
To vast and fluted height,

Its whitewashed pillars from below
Sprung upwards on the sight;
The fretted roof stretched dignified
By wider span from side to side,
The glass with ancient painting glow'd,
And all things in their aspect show'd
A huge cathedral, wrapped around
With holy gloom and solemn sound.

But eye had scarcely time to range,
Or ear to list, e'er came a change;
The grim-toned organ's serious theme
Stopp'd short, when at its close
Quick strains of music, as beseem
The unsaintly Polka, rose;
And, profanation, strange, alas!
Burst forth a crescent row of gas,
To light some hundred couples then-
Bare-bosomed girls, and neckclothed men,
Sporting, with self-sufficient smiles,
Their persons round through nave and aisles;
Fingers gripp'd waists, and arms were spread,
And woman's pleasure-heated head
On manly breasts sunk languishing,
As round and round in rapid ring,

In jumping joy they jigg'd or flew,

With bob and bend, or whisk and wheel, Now forward, backward now, the new Terpsichores of toe and heel.

As here and there the dancers ran,
Amid them all I mark'd a man-
I mark'd him then-I see him now

With courteous mien, and straight dark brow;
Upon his features graven dwelt

A history, not a tale to melt

The heart with pity or with love,
Or aught that softer passions move,
But in his low'ring smile there gleam'd
A conscious pow'r of ill, which seemed
As if the forming soul within

Had taken centuries of sin

To build up an iniquity

So great, so calm; and then his eye-
'Twas dreadful! it appeared to blight
The flowers festoon'd around each light.

As to each female he address'd
His suit to dance, she rose,
At once into his arms, not press'd,
Nor yet as one who chose,
But shudd'ring, as if hope had flitted
Back to the seat which she had quitted.
Away, away, away they whirl'd
Like slinger's stone in circles hurled,
So swiftly, it were hard to trace
The woman in the man's embrace;

Like separate things we see, which run
Confused by motion into one;

And when the breathless measure dropp'd
Its long sustained tone,

I marked where both I thought had stopp'd-
'Twas wrong; he stood alone!

The distant lights beam'd on him there,
Concentred in a hazy glare;

And from his form, as if the touch

Of those strange limbs was all too much
For its fair life, each nearer ray
Sprung dark and hissingly away.
When at the long aisle's furthest end,
The light or distance seemed to lend

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And my whole strength and thought seemed crush'd—
A feeling too complete for pain.

I dared not look-what need for eye?

I knew that he was standing by,
For every element, each sense
Of mind or being, grew intense
With life, then was translated whole
To him, and left me scarce a soul!

I rose-but why? I would have giv'n,

To be chain'd there, whole worlds-ay, Heaven.

"O spare me," piteously I cried;

"Spare! why that word?" a voice replied;
""Tis joy—for you I hope, for me

I doubt not, yet your choice is free."

Free! when his breath was on my face,

And grasp'd in an unseen embrace

Each limb mov'd shudd'ring forward! Worse
Than all, there was the smiling curse
Of that calm look-do what I will-
Through my shut eyes, fixed on me still.
Up sprung the tune! It seem'd to mingle
The shrieks of death-beds in its jingle.
'Tis time! yet pray thou lost one-pray!
In such a presence? Fool!-away!
But strangely then his bending form
Grew fainter on my eye;

And his voice seemed like passing storm
Confusedly to die.

A friendly mist spread o'er the spot,
And as I looked I saw him not,

But, silent now, the preacher there,

In the tall pulpit. Where, oh! where
Hath joy been known like what I knew,
Reclining in that easy pew?

"Thank Heaven! 'tis past," I feebly sighed;
And some one seated near me, cried

In feeling tone, "Yes, madam, yes—

"A tedious sermon I confess!"

PATRICK SCOTT.

A FLYING SHOT AT THE UNITED STATES.

BY FITZGUNNE.

FIFTH

ROUND.

"Those who attempt to level, never equalise. In all societies, consisting of various descriptions of citizens, some description must be uppermost. The levellers, therefore, only change and pervert the natural order of things; they load the edifice of society, by setting up in the air what the solidity of the structure requires to be on the ground.”—BURKE.

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more extensive knowledge, the fallen race have lost the power of judging right, which the possession of that knowledge seemed to promise; and what laws are necessary for their guidance, or whether any are necessary at all, becomes a matter of dispute. Despotism has had its supporters-democracy its advocates. While some would place all power in the hands of a single individual, and others all authority in the will of the multitude, wise men have endeavoured to find a mean between the two extremes, a via media, which, like a narrow path, might lead to realms of peace.

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when anything like a middle course has been attained, the difficulty still exists of keeping in the track. Men deviating by turns from each side, forfeit their security, and, like deranged planets, which have strayed from their orbits, either fly off from all restraint, or rush violently to a centre. Truly good government is that which acts upon the precepts of a higher wisdom than man's. If the full observance of the moral law would insure almost complete felicity to the individual (as there is reason to suppose), it is evident that the happiness of a nation will be best insured by legislation based upon the grand principles of justice and mercy. It has often been said,

that a good despotism is the best government; and who can doubt the truth of the assertion? A perfectly good despotic government is paternal. A king the "father of his people" is a spectacle which demands and receives the admiration of the world. It is the image of that sublime authority which reigns supreme over all things. But, then, how can we insure that a government which shall continue to be absolute shall also continue to be good? -how provide for a long succession of Alfreds, to the exclusion of the Neros?

Up starts the democrat; he will settle the difficulty for you directly. Nothing more easy. Choose your king by universal suffrage; make him clearly understand that he is only the servant of the people; call him continually to account; and when not perfectly satisfied with his conduct, cashier him, and elect another. This kind of philosopher has no mists before his eyesall is clear as noon-day; and he gives you a receipt for a good government with as much confidence in its efficacy as Mrs. Glass in dictating the terms of making the simplest dish in the cookery book.

It requires no very great degree of sagacity to perceive, that the tyrant and the democrat are actuated by the same principles. Both wish to have their own way; in both self-interest reigns supreme. The one claims to his unjust demands the implicit obedience of his subjects, the other dictates to the ruler the course of conduct to be pursued. Indeed, society has often learned, to its cost, that the democrat is nothing less than a tyrant in a chrysalis state, requiring but the warmth of faction to enable him to burst a flimsy covering, and flutter aloft in the gaudy colours which announce his species.

The first rebellion on record was democratic. It was no other than the rebellion of Adam; and was suggested by the prince of democrats, who seized the opportunity of flattering our first parents with the promise of greater dignity than they possessed. They were told that they were gods, and urged to assert their independence; but, unfortunately, neither they nor any of their descendants ever had reason to rejoice that the advice was acted upon. The genuine democrat is (to use a slang term) full of "humbug." Seeming fair without, while all is false and hollow within, he flatters only that he may enslave; putting rings in the noses of his worshippers, he causes them to admire the workmanship of the thing by which he drags them through the mire.

A pure democracy, much as its admirers may vaunt it, cannot continue for any length of time. It carries within it a self-destroying principle. "The scorpion girt by fire," it is said, commits felo de se; and a democracy, when it gets into difficulties, acts in like manner, as experience shows. No attempt at a purely democratic form of government was ever yet successful, except in the case of the United States-it has always resulted in a despotism of one kind or another. Equality is its first condition—a condition which cannot be fulfilled, except in a new country, and then only to a certain extent, and for a certain time; because as a country grows older, class will raise its distinctions. A state of society founded upon positive equality cannot even be imagined with propriety. Before it could exist, the earth must become a dead level; all people must be of the same height-have the same features the same amount of intellect must be struck with the same ideas simultaneously must be born at the same time, and die altogether. The bare conception of such a state of things involves us in inextricable difficulties. Futile, then, would be the attempt to abolish the distinctions of class, or to equalise property. We should find ourselves employed in a task like that proposed to Hercules, of clearing away the unceasing, interminable crop of heads, from our Lernæan Hydra; or discover, too late,

that we had insanely pulled down a well-built house, to run it up again in a truly dangerous and unworkmanlike

manner.

No state professing to be purely democratic acknowledges an aristocracy. On the contrary, in such a community, that institution is ignored. We have had samples of republican governments, containing more or less of the popular element in their constitution; but it is only of late years that some have declared that "none are, or shall be greater than the rest." The earliest form of government, the patriarchal, was decidedly aristocratic and monarchical; and we hear little of democratic influence till we arrive at a period when kings had learnt to abuse the power committed into their hands. Carthage was first a monarchy, then an aristocratic republic. Democracy was her ruin. In the Grecian states, the distinctions of class were acknowledged from the beginning. Theseus, who invited strangers to Athens, with his Δεῦρ ̓ ἴτε πάντες λιώ, established the three classes, viz., noblemen, husbandmen, and artificers; and although he himself parted, in some measure, with the regal power, he did not surrender the sceptre into the hands of the people indiscriminately.

To the nobility he entrusted the selection of magistrates, the affairs of religion, and the administration of justice. It was not until popular power had so much increased, as to lead to an annual election of archons, and to cause the archons themselves to render an account of their government to the people, that the Athenians lost the liberties which the constitution of Theseus had secured to them. Then sprang up Draco, who, when he had framed his bloody code, said, “Small crimes deserve death, and I have no higher punishment for the greatest." It remained for Solon to remodel the commonwealth. He also divided it into four classes; but the chief error in his system was, that the lowest class of the people had a deciding voice in matters of importance. It was subsequently proved that the Scythian philosopher was correct in his remark, that "in Athens wise men pleaded causes, and fools determined them." The military despotism of Pisistratus

• Anacharsis.

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