the profane, impure, passionate boys. CHILDREN.-Tell me not of the trim, which herd in the streets six days in the precisely arranged homes, where there week, and have the stains all wiped away are no children-'where,' as the good by being compelled to learn his Sunday German has it, the fly-flaps always hang school lesson on the seventh; or that straight on the wall-tell me not of the children who make the kitchen or the never disturbed nights and days; of the nursery scenes of riot or noise, from the tranquil, unanxious hearts, where chilage of three to eight years, will be pre-dren are not! I care not for these pared for any thing in after life, but to things. God sends children for another carry the spirit of insubordination and ri- purpose than merely to keep up the race, ot wherever they may go. No! children to enlarge our hearts, to make us unselfmust be taken care of. They must be ish, and full of kindly sympathies and afgoverned at home, and kept from con- fections-to give our souls higher aims, taminating influences abroad, or they are and call out all our faculties to extend ruined. If parents ask, how shall we enterprise and exertion;-to bring round make our children obey? We answer our fireside bright faces and happy in the easiest and pleasantest way you smiles, and loving, tender hearts. My can, but at all events, make them obey. If soul bless the Great Father every day, you ask, how shall we keep our boys that he has gladdened the earth with litfrom bad company? We answer, too, in tle children!-Mary Howitt.

the easiest and pleasantest way you possibly can, but at all events, if in the city, keep them out of the streets; and wherever you are, keep them from bad company. A The alternative, it seems to us, is as clear

A MOTHER'S LOVE.

BY MISS CATHARINE WATERMAN.

mother's love, the fadeless light That glimmers o'er our weary way, and decided as any which circumstances A star amid the clouds of night, ever made up for man; you must govern An ever-burning quenchless ray, your children, and keep them away from A guardian power, through good and ill, the contamination of vice, or you must Where'er the truant footsteps rove, expect to spend your old age in mourn A ceaseless, flowing, sparkling rill, ing over the ruins of your family. A fount of hope, a mother's love. A mother's love, it whispers first

J. Abbott.

FEMALE FAITH.
She loved you when the sunny light
Of bliss was on your brow;
That bliss has sunk in sorrow's night,

And yet she loves you now.

She loved you when your joyous tone
Taught every heart to thrill;
The sweetness of that tongue is gone,
And yet she loves you still.

She loved you when you proudly stept,
The gayest of the gay;

The pride the blight of time has swept,
Unlike her love, away.

She loved you when your home and heari
Of fortune's smile could boast;
She saw that smile decay-depart-

And then she loved you most.

Oh, such the generous faith that grows
In woman's gentle breast;
"Tis like that star that stays and glows
Alone in night's dark vest.

That stays because each other ray
Has left the lonely shore,
And that the wanderer on his way
Then wants her light the more.

Above the cradled infant's head,
And when those human blossoms burst,
Her bosom's still the floweret's bed.
When their bright summer day has past,
And autumn clouds hang dark above,
It lingers round us to the last,

That dearest boon, a mother's love.
And yet how oft our footsteps roam,
Through pleasure's bright, alluring maze
Forgetful of the ties of home,

And all the joys of earlier days.
But, there's a charm to lure them back,
And like the weary, wandering dove,
The heart retreads its childhood's track,
To that one ark, a mother's love.

The Literary Gatherer.
"I'm but a gatherer and disposer of other
men's stuff."

lady on understanding that an American||painted; but neither scrubbing, aquaforwas one of the guests, expressed to one tis, nor paint, has been able to remove of her friends a determination to quiz the smell of the good Empress's musk, him. She fastened on him like a tigress, which continues as strong as if the bottle making many inquiries respecting our which contained it had been but yesterhabits, customs, dress, manners, and mode day removed.

of life, education, amusements, &c. &c. To all the inquiries, Capt. P. gave an an

BENEVOLENCE.-When death would swer that satisfied all the company, ex-deprive a man of the possession of his cept the lady: she was determined not property, there can be no benevolence in to be satisfied, and the following short his giving it away. True, many such dialogue took place:bequests are benevolent in their operaLady-Have the rich people in your ation, and some doubtless are so in intencountry any carriages? for I suppose tion, but then the "last will and testathere are some that call themselves rich.ment" must harmonize with the previous Capt. P.-My residence is in a small conduct of the individual, or men will town upon an Island, where there are but not give much credit to the real charity few carriages kept, but in large towns of the testator.

and cities upon main land, there are a No truly good man ever waited till he number kept in a style suited to our re-made his will for an opportunity to do publican manner.

good. Lady-I can't think where you find drivers, for I should not think the Americans knew how to drive a coach.

AVARICE. Never has the avaricious man enough, and never is he happy. He Capt. P.-We find no difficulty on that has no relish for the enjoyments of life, account, madame; we can have plenty and deprives himself of its necessaries to of drivers by sending to England for increase his riches. He fancies himself them. indigent, and trembles with the apprehenLady-(speaking rather quickly)--Ision that he will yet have to beg his bread. think the Americans ought to drive the By degrees he withers away, without English, instead of the English driving having conferred a single benefit upon his the Americans. species, and the fruits of his selfishness are Capt. P.-We did madam, in the late left to his heirs, who do not even respect war; but since peace, we permit the En- his memory. glish to drive us!

The lady, half choked with anger, WOMAN'S SPHERE.-The sphere of stood mute a minute, and then left the woman is constantly enlarging, as she room, whispering to her friend-the Yan- becomes qualified by a better education, kees are too much for us in the cabinet, and is encouraged by Christian philanas well as in the field. thropy to exert more and more, her power of doing good.

Editorial.

H.

MUSK. Of all odors, the most intolerable to those who do not use it, is musk. CONVICTION.—Every man has the powMany persons are inconvenienced by iter of executing whatever he is fully conto such a degree, that they could not stay vinced of. for five minutes in a room containing the minutest quantity of it. It is also the odor which adheres the longest. A coat upon which musk has been thrown will smell THE NEW YEAR.-Ladies, we make you of it at the end of two years, though it our most polite bow, and with warmest may have been during the whole time exposed to the open air; but in apart sincerity wish you a happy new year.— ments it will endure almost forever. The Yes, a happy one. May it be free from late Empress Josephine was very fond of stormy misfortune, gnawing grief or silent perfumes, and, above all, of musk. Her despair. May the blessed sun' of golden dressing room at Malmaison was filled prosperity shine upon you. May innocent with it, in spite of Napoleon's frequent pleasures, like Spring flowers, bestrew remonstrances. Twenty-five years have elapsed since her death, and the present your path. May the unspotted snows of owner of Malmaison, M. Hagerman, has January be the fit emblems of your purity had the walls repeatedly washed and-may the silent bosom of the unruffled

lake be but a faint image of your placidity inferior in dignity and worth as the duraand peace, and the merry, dancing sun-tion of their honors and possessions is shortbeams of June, the symbols of your happi-er than those immaterial but real possesness. To our married patrons, we wish sions built and made by Jehovah for every peace and olive plants round their table. lover of God and of his species. In a To our maiden friends, marriage and pros-word, he only, who has sought and obperity. tained practical, inward religion, has reachFor our own parts, we shall not be idleed the true standard of his being. All else in catering for your amusement. We shall live beneath that standard. They have make your 'Pearl' the repository of story not felt the stirring of the Divinity that and song, essay and tale. We shall ran-dwells within. Sense has triumphed over sack the stores of literary treasures, plunge soul. Mortality over immortality. Sight deep into the ocean of truth for pearls' to over faith. The result is, that mortality deck the mind, and soar (as far as we can!) is crushed by the weight of its own triup Parnassian heights' to procure the lumph, and both natures tumble into one sweets of poesy. Nay, fair reader, do not common ruin. How important then, is smile at our promises; for we are no religion. Let none despise it, since he knight at lady's feet vowing what we nev-who does this, laughs, maniac-like, at the er mean to perform; but a plain, unpre-only kind genius that can give him happitending, honest suitor for your favor, fully ness.

intending all we say-yes, and ready to

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defend our honor with goose quill or steel A WIDOW'S ZEAL FOR HER SEX.-It is pen, on paper or parchment, against the said by D'Israeli, that a printer's widow in assaults of any, who may have the temerity Germany, while an edition of the bible was to attempt to sully it, even with a word being printed in her establishment, went In return for all this, we simply ask your into the office at night, and altered the approbation and patronage. You smile sentence of subjection to her husband, proand say you will give it. Thank you, la-nounced upon Eve in Gen., chap. 3, 16 v. dy; now we will tell you a secret. Yes, a She altered the sentence from he shall be secret that you must not, for a universe, thy lord,' to 'he shall be thy fool.' disclose, except to particular friends!- Probably, this piece of wit was the result Hush! let us whisper it in your ear for of spleen due to a departed husband which fear the birds should hear it. We mean she meant to pay off upon the whole sex. to continue to make the Ladies' Pearl' But she paid dearly for her sacriligious rethe best literary periodical, for its price, in venge, since her life was forfeited for her the country. This is our secret-be sure joke on the male sex. you keep it.

To CORRESPONDENTS.-Several essays RELIGION. The religion of the heart, are on hand. Some of them shall appear which consists in affections devoted to thein due time. Our correspondents, who CREATOR and to MAN, is a gift worthy of adopt this, but too unpopular, form of coman angel's ambition. No other man stands position, will please remember the old moton an elevation of equal height with the to of multum in parvo.'

christian, for

Christian is the highest style of man.' OUR NEXT NUMBER will contain a beauThe philosopher, though he have found tiful tale from the polished pen of our popthe key that unlocks the mysteries of aular correspondent, Mrs Orne. It is crowd. universe, is beneath him, as much as the ed out of this number for want of space. wisdom of the world is inferior to the wis-By the way, we think Mrs. O.'s writings dom from above. The proud potentates among the sweetest and hest of the producand merchant princes of the earth are astions of our lady authors in the country.

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