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ance, become difficult and painful; should it call for numerous sacrifices and constant self-denial; should the infirmities of disease, or the querulousness of age, render her who was the delight of your infancy an object of constant care and solicitude, you will still remember what is due to her from a child, and will spare no exertions, no privations in your power, to soothe her cares, relieve her pains, and render peaceful and pleasant her declining days. Such instances of filial devotedness are not altogether unknown. One have I witnessed, where every claim of society, of friendship, of religion, was surrendered, if necessary, to this; where, for years, an evening was rarely spent away from her room, or an engagement made, otherwise than with a conditional reference to her. And this, when there were two daughters, and not one only, to minister to her wants, and when her health seldom required the presence of both. Said one of these to a Christian friend, 'If I did not believe myself in the place assigned me by God, I could not forego so many privileges.' But acting under a sense of his approbation, how pleasant becomes the path of sacrifice and self-denial! Who can doubt that such daughters, in the midst of their privations, are blessed with a calmness, a content, of which those who forsake their mother for worldly or even for religious pleasures know nothing?

Let us remember, my sisters, how soon the grave will separate us from these objects of our earliest affection! How soon those eyes will beam on us no longer; those ears become deaf to our tenderest entreaties; those hands, endeared to us by their long ministration of kindness, be folded in the stillness of death! O, let us begin at once to obey every dictate of filial gratitude, to requite as we best may their countless, unbought offices of love.

Bankrupts though we are and ever must remain, let us not be wholly regardless of the mighty debt we have contracted; but let every day witness some effort at requital, some expression of tender solicitude, which shall cause them to feel they have not lived and loved in vain.

New York City, Sept., 1844.

From Chambers's Journal.

MR. HAYNES BAYLY, THE POE T.

WHILE Mr. Bayly was studying at Oxford, he formed a fond attachment to a fellow-student, who fell into consumption and died. At an early stage of the youth's illness, his sister, who resided at Bath, ventured on the somewhat extraordinary step of corresponding with Mr. Bayly, to ascertain her brother's real state; for the accounts which had hitherto reached the family were only calculated to excite alarm without giving satisfactory information. This increased the interest which our poet felt in his friend's condition, and he soon gave himself entirely up to the duty of watching beside his sick bed. He used to read to him for hours during the intervals of the slow fever which was consuming his life. He soothed him in the hour of pain and suffering, and at the last closed his eyes in peace. His whole conduct, and a monody, in which he expressed his feelings on this occasion, make manifest the extreme kindness of nature which distinguished Mr. Bayly. Afterwards, his acquaintance with the young lady was renewed at Bath, whither he returned immediately after the decease of her brother. He was overwhelmed with thanks for his attentions to the lost one, by the bereft family, and invited constantly by the afflicted parents to fill the vacant seat at their table; in short, he soon became as one of themselves. The sorrowing sister poured forth her grief; the poet sympathized, and 'pity is akin to love.' It was cer tainly not surprising that an attachment begun under such circumstances should have strengthened daily; and when the lover declared his sentiments, it of course became necessary to inquire into the probability of his being able to raise a sufficient income to allow of their marrying with prudence. Mr. Haynes Bayly was entirely dependent on his father, who was not then disposed to come forward for such a purpose. The young lady had nothing of her own, and her father, Colonel make any settlement on her.

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after mutual tears and sighs, they parted—never to meet again. The lady, though grieved, was not broken-hearted, and soon became the wife of another. Mr. Bayly fell into deep melancholy, to alleviate which he was induced to make a journey to Scotland. It was at this time, and with reference to his own feelings, that he wrote his well-known song, 'O, no! we never mention her;' also one less known, but perhaps more remarkable for the generosity of its sentiments:

I never wish to meet thee more, though I am still thy friend;

I never wish to meet thee more, since dearer ties must end;

With worldly smiles, and worldly words, I could not pass thee by,
Nor turn from thee unfeelingly with cold averted eye.

I could not bear to see thee 'midst the thoughtless and the gay;

I could not bear to view thee decked in fashion's bright array;

And less could I endure to meet thee pensive and alone,

When through the trees the evening breeze breathes forth its cheerless

moan.

For I have met thee 'midst the gay, and thought of none but thee;
And I have seen the bright array, when it was worn for me;
And often near the sunny waves I've wandered by thy side,
With joy that passed away as fast as sunshine from the tide.

But cheerless is the summer! there is nothing happy now;
The daisy withers on the lawn, the blossom on the bough:
The boundless sea looks chillingly, like winter's waste of snow,
And it hath lost the soothing sound with which it used to flow.

I never wish to meet thee more, yet think not I've been taught,
By smiling foes, to injure thee, by one unworthy thought.
Noblest with some beloved one, from care and sorrow free,
May thy lot in life be happy, undisturbed by thoughts of me.

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INSTRUCTIONS IN THOROUGH BASS. Being an Easy Method of learning to play Church Music on the Piano-Forte or Organ. By A. N. Johnson. Boston. Geo. P. Read.

The author of this publication has struck out a new path, based upon the principle that Thorough Bass and Harmony are two entirely distinct studies; the latter teaching how chords should be written, the former how they should be played, when written. Hence, he infers that Thorough Bass can be learned without studying Harmony; whereas, the usual practice has been to enforce the study of Harmony along with the practice of Thorough Bass on the piano-forte, or organ. We think the author's theory plausible, and that it deserves to be fairly tested.

The exercises are numerous, embracing about 80 pages, and they are of an inductive character, presenting but one new idea in each example. There are also 33 pages of explanations of the exercises.

As prerequisites for the study of this book, the student should be acquainted with the elementary principles of music, and should be able to strike the common chord and the chord of the seventh.

In this experiment we wish the enterprising and intelligent young author much success.

THE VOCALIST: consisting of short and easy Glees, or Songs, in Parts. Arranged for soprano, alto, tenor, and bass voices. By Lowell Mason & Geo. J. Webb, Professors in the Boston Academy of Music. J. H. Wilkins and R. B. Carter. Boston.

Quite a number of Glee Books have already been published, but they are not adapted to popular use, the music being generally too difficult for ready performance. This work will suit the mass, and will, no doubt, meet with a ready sale.

The selection has been made chiefly from German authors, the poetry being either a free translation, or written in imitation of the original.

There are 200 pages, and 112 songs.

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Written for the Young Lady's Friend.

"THOU ART PASSING AWAY."

Poetry by Rev. F. A. CRAFTS.- Music by Mr. PARKER WOOD

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2 Thou art passing away, but I will not forget thee;
O no, dearest sister, thy image shall dwell
On my heart, and in sorrow thy smile it shall cheer me,
And long shall my tongue of thy tenderness tell.

3 Thou art passing away, in thy youth and thy beauty,
And hearts are bewailing thy early demise;
Thy look, like the sunset of autumn, beams on me,
As if saying weep not, we meet in the skies.

4 Thou art passing away, and we will not detain thee,
The chariot is waiting to bear thee away;
Farewell, till where partings ne'er enter we greet thee;
Transporting the prospect! O haste the glad day

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