76 Song to the Hebrew Maiden-Answer-Memory may so regulate and cultivate her heart that she may be prepared to meet her destiny, let it be proud or humble, adverse or fortunate. Pray earnestly that you may be enabled to do your duties as a mother; not the duties which are to come, more than those which are commencing now, in the first infancy of your child. She begins to observe your countenance, to follow your eyes when they are raised from her. This moment she is lifting her tiny hands playfully, and answers your smile. Soon, very soon, will she begin to read the expression of that eye; to look up for that smile, as the sunlight of her existence. Withdraw it not from her now, or ever, though your soul turn against the whole world, and anger be at work within you, smother it for her sake. You know not how soon a mother's frown may dim the brightness of her infant's happiness. Begin now, while she is a siniling babe in your lap, to knit your heart with her's, to lay the foundation of that holy confidence, which cannot be interrupted between mother and daughter, without injuring the happiness of both and endangering the safety of one." * * * * * "Weave her very existence with your own, till you can read her thoughts as a mirror while they are strengthening into maturity. Let there be no interruption of your intercourse, no break in your confidence. As she advances in years, keep pace with her feelings, and as she becomes old enough to understand them, entrust her own; thus will you go on happily, forming a friend and companion for yourself, while you are preparing her for the performance of the same duties to another generation; so will you secure a fund of happiness which will make your evening as bright as the morning of your days. 66 By becoming the confidant and intimate friend of your daughter, you will not only secure to yourself a permanent happiness, but to her a safe adviser, whose feelings, hopes, and principles will be her own, and who will prevent her forming any of those pernicious school-girl intimacies, which, without judicious superintendance, are at the best only as the blind leading the blind. If rightly educated, your child will find that there is no adviser like a mother-no confidant like a mother-no bosom so ready to pillow her as that of a mother, and no friendship on earth so pure as that which links the hearts of MoTHERS AND DAUGHTERS. One individual who is methodical in his business can, with ease, perform the work of four men who set order and regularity at defiance. VOL. II. THE CRUSADER'S SONG TO THE HEBREW BY MRS. CRAWFORD. Hebrew maiden, veil thy beauty, For the silken chains of love. They might tempt a true believer Though thy young eyes beam with light, Hebrew maiden, while I linger, THE HEBREW MAIDEN'S ANSWER. Christian soldier, must we sever? Is the Cross of Christ the token Of a saving faith to man! Spirits answer me! They can. MEMORY. Ah! what is life? a little bloom : Sweet looks and converse sweet beguile. Are all that's left of bloom and smile. Do shape and fashion things as bright; The way to wealth depends on two things, industry and frugality; that is, waste neiThe economy of small expenses lays the ther time nor money; but make the best use corner-stone of wealth. of both. No. 3. The Traveler. THE TRAVELER. NO. I. 77 band as a confederate. Blannerhasset was a man of ductile temper and was easily induced by the dazzling representations of prospective glory and honor which his ambitious wife set before him to become a participator with Burr! He was moreover a liberalist of the French school, of which Aaron Burr was well aware. The gorgeous representation which Burr held up to him of Mexico redeemed from tyranny by their united efforts, fired his soul, as he entered with enthusiasm into what he believed an honorable and humane undertaking. BLANNERHASSET'S ISLAND. "A few miles below Marietta, we passed Blannerhasset's Island. We ran under the lee of it some distance, but the thick wood of of the river obstructs any view of the interior. We saw no trace of the beautiful mansion of Blannerhasset, except a chimney at the north end of the island, which was all that escaped the fire in which that dwelling "When once pledged to Burr, under the had been consumed. I hear, however, that mastering genius of his wife, he actively enthe beautiful shrubbery still lives on the is-gaged in enlisting men, building boats, and land, which was planted by Blannerhasset, and that many of the walks he laid out are now open. 66 Blannerhasset was one of the Irish pariots who were compelled to flee from Ireland after their attempt to liberate themselves from the thraldom of England. He was possessed of a large amount of property, the greater part of which he was fortunate enough to render available in money before his departure. Disgusted with the corruption of courts and turmoil of politics, he sought retirement in the western wilderness, on a beautiful island in the Ohio, then on the borders of civilization. He built a princely mansion on it, and embellished it in a most costly manner. Situated on the borders of Virginia, Kentucky and Ohio, he had access to very refined society, with which it was his custom constantly to intermingle and exchange civilities. "His hospitality was unbounded, and dealt out as it was by his own chivalric courtesy and the grace of his beautiful wife, his island became the general resort for all the country around, and it is even yet celebrated for the splendid revelries and entertainments of which it was the scene. Blannerhasset was a fine sample of a polished Irish gentleman, and rendered himself a very affectionate object of regard by the amenity of his manners and disposition. "His lady was a woman of rare beauty and accomplishments, which were heightened by a pure and unimpeachable character. She reigned the Queen of this beautiful kingdom of taste and refinement, which Blannerhasset had created on the Ohio; and according to cotemporary accounts, she deported herself with a grace and dignity that might have become a throne. She was a woman of high spirit and ambition, and when Burr, aware of her commanding influence over her husband, confidently entrusted her with his plans of Mexican dominion, she was fired with the boldness and intrepidity of his enterprise, and immediately determined to engage her hus-|| preparing the essentials of his expedition.Many of the most respectable citizens of the neighboring county were connected with the affair, and deluded in the same manner as Blannerhasset. The entertainments on the island were broken up, and its shores echoed only to the muffled oar of the conspirators, as they crossed from the adjacent bank, or to the tramp of bold adventurers, as they congregated on the beach to resolve and discuss their plans of Mexican redemption. A large number of flat boats had been built on the Muskingum, and sent over to the Island, and every thing was ripe for embarkation, when the plot was discovered to the public authorities by one of the accomplices. Blannerhasset was instantly deserted by his followers, and left alone to brunt the scorn. Timothy Buel, commander of the militia, with a small detachment went over to arrest Blannerhasset. He had hardly set foot on the Island, before he was met by Mrs. Blannerhasset, whose spirit seemed to rise with the increasing desperation of her fortunes. She had seen the party coming, and snatching up a pair of her husband's pistols, she ran from the house to meet them. Just as the militia major stept out of the boat, she seized him by the shoulder, and thrusting him back, presented two formidable pistols full in his face, cocked and primed; commanding him in the most positive tone not to advance, "one step forward and I will send you into eternity; it is easier for me to do than to say it," were her words, according to my narrator, who was one of the party. Her splendid figure drawn up to its full height, her eye fixed with a strong and determined gaze, her hands clenching firmly the pistols which she held at arm's length, told the militia major, in language not to be mistaken, the terms on which he might advance. The old fellow quailed and trembled before the courageous woman, and was forced to turn without his victim. Blannerhasset made his escape, and is now, or was a few years since, living with his wife in poverty in France. 78 Louisa Simons. LOUISA SIMONS, OR THE ADVANTAGES OF APPLICATION. VOL. II. to the pleasures of acquisition, she began to experience the higher joy of self-conquest, and her mother's approbation. She gave herself up for two years to diligent study, and conquered at length the higher branches of arithmetic. Louisa Simons was a bright, intelligent girl of fourteen; amiable and ambitious; the Louisa, the eldest of three children, had joy of her parents, and the pride of her teach- been born to the luxuries of wealth, and scarceers; and far advanced in all her studies ex-ly an ungratified want had shaded her sunny cept arithmetic. "Oh, mother!" she exclaimed frequently, "this is the day for the black-board; a black day to me! I hate arithmetic! I wish the multiplication table had never been invented! There is not such an expressive verse in the world as the old one! “Multiplication is vexation; The Rule of Three doth puzzle me; And Practice makes me mad!'" Mrs. Simons sometimes reproved her for her vehemence; sometimes soothed, and sometimes encouraged her; but finding her more and more excited, she addressed her one day, gravely and anxiously. 66 brow. Mr. Simons was a merchant of considerable connexions, but, in the height of his prosperity, one of those failures took place which occur in commerce, and his affairs became suddenly involved in the shock which is often felt so far in the mercantile chain.—— A nervous temperament and delicate system were soon sadly wrought upon by the misfortune, and his mind, perplexed and harrassed, secmed to lose its clearness in calculation, and its happy view of life. Louisa was at this period seventeen years of age; her understanding clear and vigorous, her passions disciplined, and her faculties resting, like a young fawn, ready for a sudden bound. "These children distract me," said Mr. Simons, peevishly. "Hush, Robert! Come here, Margaret!" said Mrs. Simons, gently; and taking one on her lap, and another by her side, whispered a little story, and put them to bed. It was a cold autumn evening; the children were beguiling themselves with wild 'My daughter, you make me unhappy by gambols about the parlor; Mr. Simons sat those expressions. I am aware that many leaning his head upon his hand, gazing on an minds are so constituted as to learn numbers accumulated pile of ledgers and papers; Mrs. slowly; but that close attention and perseve- Simons was busily sewing, and Louisa, with rance can conquer even natural defects, has her finger between the leaves of a closed been often proved. If you pass over a rule care-book, sat anxiously regarding her father. lessly, and say you comprehend it, from want of energy to grasp it, you will never learn, and your black days, when you become a woman, and have responsibilities, will increase. I speak feelingly on the subject, for I had the same natural aversion to arithmetic as yourself. Unfortunately for me, a schoolmate, quick at figures, shared my desk; we had no black boards then, and she was kind, or unkind, enough to work out my sums for The consequence is, that I have suffered repeatedly in my purse, and in my feelings from my ignorance. Even now I am obliged to apply to your father in the most trifling calculations, and you must sometimes have noticed my mortification under me. such circumstances. "I look to you for assistance," continued she, affectionately, to Louisa. "You have every advantage; your mind is active, and in other respects disciplined, and I am sure your good heart will prompt you in aiding me.' Louisa's eyes looked a good resolutionshe kissed her mother; and commenced her lessons with the right feelings. Instead of being angry with her teacher and herself, because every thing was not plain, she tried to clear her brow, and attend to the subject calmly. Success crowned her efforts, while, added When Mrs. Simons left the room, Louisa laid aside her book, and stood by her father. "Don't disturb me, child," said he, roughy. Then recollecting himself, he waved his hand gently for her to retire, and continued; "do not feel hurt, dear, with my abruptness. I am perplexed with these complicated accounts." "Father," said Louisa, hesitatingly, and blushing, "I think I could assist you, if you would permit me.' "Yes, my love!" exclaimed he, laughing, "these papers would puzzle a deeper head than yours." "I do not wish to boast, dear father," said Louisa, modestly; "but when Mr. Randon gave me my last lesson, he said—” "What did he say?" asked Mr. Simons, encouragingly. "He said," answered Louisa, blushing more deeply, " that I was a better accountant than most merchants. And I do believe, father," continued she, earnestly, "that if you would allow me, I could assist you." Mr. Simons smiled sadly; but to encourage No. 3. Beauty-The Dew-Drop and the Stream. her desire of usefulness, opened his accounts. || What are the charins so boasted of? Louisa, with a fixed look, and a clear eye, clock struck twelve. 66 A fleeting glance-a passing smile- But ah, the mind-the undying mind, When outward loveliness hath flown. Or changing circumstance of earth. 79 My beloved child!" said Mrs. Simons, THE DEW-DROP AND THE STREAM. pressing Louisa's fresh cheek to hers. Louisa retired, recommended herself to God, and slept profoundly. The next morning, after again seeking his blessing, she repaired to her father; and again, day after day, with untiring patience, went through the details of his books, copied the accounts in a fair hand, nor left him until his brow was smoothed, and the phantom of bankruptcy had disappeared. A day passed by, and Louisa looked contemplatively and absorbed; at length she said "Father, you complain that you cannot afford another clerk at present. You have tried me, and find me worth something; I will keep your books until your affairs are regulated, and you may give me a little salary to furnish shells for my cabinet." BY MARY COLLINS. The brakes with golden flowers were crown'd, While trembling to the breeze it hung, Replied the radient drop of dew. Mr. Simons accepted her offer with a caress and a smile. Louisa's cabinet increased in value; and the beautiful female hand-wri-"You may rejoice, indeed, 'tis true," ting in her father's books, was a subject of interest and curiosity to his mercantile friends. And from whence, year after year, wealth poured in its thousand luxuries, and Louisa Simons stood dispensing pleasures to the gay, and comforts to the poor, did she trace her happiness? To early self-conquest.—The Violet. BEAUTY. "Tis not the form's exquisite mould—– Like rainbows from the cloud of dun, Like flowers beneath a burning sun? To flocks and herds a blessing prove; "Hold!" cried the stream, "nor thus repine, The above cut represents very exactly the Needles as they are termed of the Isle of Wight. They are situated upon the west side of the Island, the whole of which is fenced in with sharp rocks of the same character as those above; but these Needles are the most remarkable. The Isle of Wight is situated on the the southern coast of Hampshire, and is separated from it by a narrow channel. It is about twenty-one miles long and thirteen broad, and is divided into nearly equal parts by the river Cowes, which at its southern angle enters into the channel opposite the mouth of South Hampton bay. The south coast is bordered with very steep cliffs of chalk or free-stone, hollowed in many parts into curious caverns and subterraneous grottos. A ridge of hills runs across the Island from east to west, forming a tract of fine pastures which afford grazing to sheep. The air in this Island is soft and balmy; the land is extremely fertile; while the landscape presents a rich and varied series of interesting views. England owes much of her reputation for fine glass to the fine white crystalline sand, which is found in abundance in this Island. BEAUTIFUL EXTRACT. The glory of the summer is gone by-the beautiful greenness has become withered and dead. Were this all-were there no associations of moral desolation-of faded hopes-of hearts withering in the bosom of the living-connected with the decaying scenery around us, we would not indulge in a moment's melancholy. The season of flowers will come again-the streams will flow gracefully and lightly as before-the trees will again toss their cumbrous load of greenness to the sunlight-and, by mossy stone and winding rivulet, the young blossoms will start up, as at the bidding of their fairy guardians. But the human heart has no change like that of nature. It has no second spring-time. Once blighted in its hour of freshness, it wears forever the mark of the spoiler. The dews of affection may fall, and the gentle rain of sympathy be lavished upon it--but the sore root of blighted feeling will never again waken into life-nor the crushed flowers of hope blossom with their wonted beauty. |