are never at a loss for reasons to justify their conduct; she therefore feels confident the affair will be explained entirely to the advantage of the ladies, and the insinuation, that they, like the men, are more "taken up with the outward appearance," than with "rational and sensible conversation," will be, with proper dignity, repelled.

MY MARY.

COME listen, and my song shall tell

Of one from whom with smiles of hope I parted;
One whom I loved, whom still I love full well,
My Mary sweet, my fond, my gentle hearted.

She died, she died, and I away,
Saw not the fading of that lovely blossom,
That ah! too rashly I had thought alway
To cherish tenderly upon my bosom.

In dreams of solemn-thoughted night,
Sometimes I see a vision soft and holy,
Gazing upon me with a smile of light,
That charms away my pining melancholy.

Is it thy spirit, dearest one,

Thy glorious immortality unveiling,
That tells me thus thou'rt not forever gone,
And beckons me to thy celestial dwelling!

OMEGA.

TO SUBSCRIBERS AND CORRESPONDENTS.

It was proposed in the January number of the Magazine to publish an engraving in March. But delays have unavoidably occured which will prevent the appearance of the engraving till May. We hope this arrangement will not be the cause of discontent to our patrons. We will endeavor to indemnify them for the disappointment by the augmented attention to the literary ex-. ecution of the work.

The story, furnished by B. will appear in the next number; we are much obliged to him for the communication.

Intellectual character of Women" was not received in season for this number. We hope often to be favored with contributions from the gifted

author.

LITERARY NOTICES.

"MEMOIR OF MRS. JUDSON. By Rev. J. D. Knowles.-Boston, Lincoln & Edmands." We are glad to announce this work to our readers. It is one, in which our sex, especially, have a deep interest. The character of Mrs. Judson is an honor to American ladies, and we hazard nothing in saying that this memoir will incline those who may have hitherto been doubtful as to her peculiar merits, to do her justice. That justice will be her eulogy. It will be impossible to withhold the tribute of admiration from virtues so tried, so triumphant as hers. We have not space for an abstract of her story, and we should not give it if we had. The ardent faith that incited her to engage in an enterprise so full of perils, the fortitude she exhibited under trials which it seems almost incredible a delicate woman could have surmounted,-her griefs and the hope that supported her, should be read in her own expressive language. Her talents were unquestionably of a high order, but the predominating quality of her mind was its energy. That which, when centered in self, is ambition in her, the woman and the christian, became an ardor of benevolence which hesitated at no sacrifices to serve those she pitied, and shrunk from no sufferings to save him she loved. Who can read the detail of her exertions in behalf of her imprisoned husband, without acknowledging that that beautiful tribute of the poet to woman was, in her case, literally true :

"When pain and sorrow wring the brow,
"A ministering angel thou."

Read the following extract from her letter, describing their sufferings at Ava. "During these seven months, the continual extortions and oppressions to which my husband, and the other white prisoners, were subject, are indescribable. Sometimes sums of money were demanded, sometimes pieces of cloth, and handkerchiefs; at other times, an order would be issued, that the white foreigners should not speak to each other, or have any communication with their friends without. Then again, the servants were forbidden to carry in their food, without an extra fee. Sometimes, for days and days together, I could not go into the prison till after dark, when I had two miles to walk, in returning to the house. O how many, many times, have I returned from that dreary prison at nine o'clock at night, solitary and worn out with fatigue and anxiety, and thrown myself down in that same rocking chair which you and 'Deacon L. provided for me in Boston, and endeavored to invent some new scheme for the release of the prisoners. Sometimes, for a moment or two, my thoughts would glance toward America, and my beloved friends therebut for nearly a year and a half, so entirely engrossed was every thought, with present scenes and sufferings, that I seldom reflected on a single occurrence of my former life, or recollected that I had a friend in existence out of Ava.

"You, my dear brother, who know my strong attachment to my friends, and how much pleasure I have hitherto experienced from retrospect, can judge from the above circumstances, how intense were my sufferings. But the point, the acme of my distress, consisted in the awful uncertainty of our final fate. My prevailing opinion was, that my husband would suffer violent death; and that I should, of course, become a slave, and languish out a miserable, though short existence, in the tyrannic hands of some unfeeling monster. But the consolations of religion, in these trying circumstances, were neither few nor stall.' It taught me to look beyond this world, to that rest, that peaceful, happy rest, where Jesus reigns, and oppression never enters.

Does any one inquire what good has been effected by our missionaries, thus voluntarily exposing themselves to the cruel caprice of an idolatrous people with whom there existed no natural necessity of intercourse? The following summary of what Mr. Judson has performed will better answer the question, than any statement we could make.

"The number of conversions is not the proper guage. In the establishment of a mission, there is much to be done, in laying its foundations. The language is to be acquired, the habits and feelings of the natives are to be learned; the Scriptures are to be translated; tracts are to be written and printed; and the other weapons of the christian warfare are to be collected and prepared, before a Missionary can make a successful onset upon the strong holds of Satan, in a heathen land. The first Missionaries, therefore, must necessarily be pioneers, to remove the obstructions, and make strait in the desert a highway for their successors.

"Mr. Judson has performed this service for the Burman mission. He has thoroughly acquired the language, and has prepared a Grammar and Dictionary, by the aid of which future Missionaries will be enabled in a brief period to qualify themselves to preach the Gospel. The New Testament is translated, and portions of it have been printed and circulated. The Old Testament is now in the hands of Mr. Judson, and will be completed as soon as possible. Thousands of tracts have been distributed. Four Missionaries, besides Mr. Judson, have obtained a sufficient knowledge of the language, to hold intercourse with the natives, and are now actively engaged in their schools and zayats. One of the native converts has been licensed as a preacher, and two or three others exhibit encouraging evidence of good gifts for the ministry. Above all, a christian church has been gathered, composed of converted Burmans, and built on the foundation of the Apostles and Prophets, Jesus Christ himself being the chief corner stone. Has not God, then, given great success to the Burman

mission?"

All these successes, be it remembered, have been in a great measure owing to the devoted piety and affection of Mrs. Judson-for without her it is not probable, indeed, it seems hardly possible her husband could have succeeded in his Mission to Burmah, and there now appears a field of great promise to the American Baptist Churches. Whatever opinions may prevail respecting the ultimate effect of these exertions to christianize India, but one sentiment can be entertained by christian women; they must feel that their own sex are deeply interested in the success of the Mission. How can females be otherwise than eager to spread the knowledge of the Saviour, when it not only promises heaven to them in the next world, but insures them happiness in this' Women might do more, much more for the education of the world; and it is

by instruction, not by miracle, that the nations are to be christianized-than they now do were their talents properly directed, and their time usefully employed. We do wish that philanthropists who are eager for universal education, would be aroused to consider how much would be gained by employing women more generally in the business of instruction. And christians must avail themselves of the powers of female intellect and influence, before they ever will make much progress in converting the heathen; because the women, there, are in perfect ignorance, and they must be instructed, or how can the men be brought to acknowledge that companionship which the Gospel teaches? The instruction of those heathen females can only be accomplished by those of their own sex.

There is an observation in the volume respecting the advantages of employing educated young ladies as instructresses in our own schools, which we hope, coming as it does from one whose opinion has much weight with the public, will claim attention. But to return to the Memoir, of which Mr. Knowles modestly styles himself the compiler. We have only time now to say, that we think the literary execution reflects credit on his talents, judgment and philanthropy. The work contains, besides the life of Mrs. J. a history of the Burman Mission, with a sketch of the Geography, &c. of that country, and a map accompanying. There is also a beautifully engraved portrait of Mrs. Judson, which will often and long rivet the gaze of those who have hearts to admire the semblance of what is loveliest in creation, the semblance of a fair and faithful woman. Be ye faithful unto death and I will give you a crown of life."

"POEMS, BY MRS. LOUISA P. SMITH." Providence, A. S Beckwith. These poems have a pretty, quiet, unpretending air, which we like, notwithstanding there may be a few faults, which their author modestly suggests" may be seen even by a passing eye." Mrs. Smith seems to have written because it was a pleasure thus to express her waking fancies, just as she would have been delighted, in her childhood, to have told over a sweet dream to her young sister, without any studying about the effect of her communication on the mind of her auditor, or whether there was much reason or method in the vision. Such effusions may never entitle the author to claim the poet's crown--but that is of little consequence while they display that she has a heart which is capable of drawing happiness from the scenes of nature, and the affections of humanity. Had she been careful and critical, she might have done better; she is gifted with the poet's power, but other avocations have apparently claimed her serious attention, and so to scribble rhyme was her recreation. She may, if willing to endure the labor, hereafter shine as one of our first female writers; but we rather suspect, and we love her better for the thought, that she has that true feminine delicacy of soul which, should the "charmed cup" of Fame be presented to her, would exclaim,

Should the strong law of necessity ever compel her to do her best, she will exceed her own expectations--otherwise, she will most probably find her eulogium where her heart will be, in the dear domestic circle. There is the proper sphere of a married woman. One verse from Burns, (with a few variations) will express our sentiments on that subject.

"To make a happy fireside clime,
When once a wife,

Is the true pathos and sublime
Of woman's life."

We have room for only a short extract from the book, it may not be the best we could select, but is pretty and we have not seen it quoted.

THE HEART'S TREASURES.

Know ye what things the heart holds dear

In its hidden cells?

"Tis never the beam of careless smiles,
Nor riches wafted from far-off isles,
The light that cheers it is never shed
From the jewell'd pomp of a regal head.
Not there it dwells.

Gay things, the loved of worldly eyes,
Enchain it not,

It suns its blossoms in fairer skies,
The dewy beam of affection's eyes,

The spell is there that can hold it fast,

When earthly pride in its pomp is past,
And all forgot.

Thoughts that come from their far, dim rest,
Woke by a smile,

The memory sweet of a youthful hour,
The faded hue of a cherished flower,

Or parting tones of a far-off friend,

It loves in melody soft to blend
With him the while.

Know ye what things the heart holds dear?
Its buried loves!

Those that have wrung from it many a tear,
Gone where the leaves never fall or sear,
Gone to the land that is sought in prayer,
The trace of whose step is fairest, where
Fond memory roves.

GUIDO, AND OTHER POEMS, BY IANTHE." New-York, G. & C. Carvill. The path of poetry, like every other path in life, is to the tread of woman, exceedingly circumscribed. She may not revel in the luxuriance of fancies, images and thoughts, or indulge in the license of choosing themes at will, like the lords of creation. She must never, for the sake of a subject, forget or forfeit the delicacy of her sex.