ancient language—who had erected the trophies of philosophy and imagination in the haunts of ignorance and ferocity—whose captives were the hearts of admiring nations enchained by the influence of his song—whose spoils were the treasures of ancient genius rescued from obscurity and decay,—the Eternal City offered the just and glorious tribute of her gratitude. Amidst the ruined monuments of ancient, and the infant erections of modern art, he who had restored the broken link between the two ages of human civilization, was crowned with the wreath which he had deserved from the moderns who owed to him their refinement

from the ancients who owed to him their fame. Never was a coronation so august witnessed by a Westminster or Rheims.


Two children in two neighbouring villages
Playing mad pranks along the heathy leas;
Two strangers meeting at a festival;
Two lovers whispering by an orchard wall;
Two lives bound fast in one with golden ease;
Two graves grass-green beside a gray church-tower,
Washed with still rains, and daisy-blossomed;
Two children in one hamlet born and bred ;-
So runs the round of life from hour to hour.


-Who could dwell Unmoved upon

the fate of one so young, So blithesome late ? What marvel if tears fell

From that good man as over her he hung, And that the prayers, he said, came faltering from his

tongue !

She saw him weep, and she could understand
The cause, thus tremulously that made him speak.
By his emotion moved, she took his hand;
A gleam of pleasure o'er her pallid cheek
Passed, whilst she looked at him with meaning meek,
And for a little while, as loth to part,
Detaining him, her fingers, lank and weak,

Played with their hold; then, letting him depart, She gave him a slow smile that touched him to the


Mourn not for her! for what hath life to give
That should detain her ready spirit here?
Think'st thou that it were worth a wish to live
Could wishes hold her from her proper sphere?
That simple heart, that innocence sincere,
The world would stain. Fitter she ne'er could be
For the great change; and now that change is

near, Oh, who would keep her soul from being free? Maiden, beloved of Heaven, to die is best for thee.


A YOUNG lady should consider music as one branch of her education, inferior in importance to most of those studies which are pointed out to her, but attainable in a sufficient degree by the aid of time, perseverance, and a moderate degree of instruction. Begun early, and pursued steadily, there is ample leisure in youth for the attainment of a science which confers more cheerfulness and brings more pleasure than can readily be conceived. A young lady of seventeen should be able to play with taste, with correctness, with readiness, upon the general principle that a welleducated woman should do all things well. This, I should suppose, is in the power of most persons; and it may be attained without loss of health or of time, or any sacrifice of an important nature. She should consider it as an advantage, a power to be employed for the gratification of others, and to be indulged with moderation and good sense for her own resource—as a change of occupation.

Considered in this light, music is what Providence intended it to be a social blessing. The whole creation is replete with music—a benignant power has made the language of the feathered tribe harmony; - let us not suppose that He condemns his other creatures to silence in the song. Let us not, because one of those means which He has bestowed of cheering our devious and checkered path, has been abused, contemn it with a virulence which is ungrateful.

Music has an influence peculiar to itself. It can allay the irritation of the mind; it has banished cards, it cements families, and makes the home which might sometimes be monotonous a scene of gentle excitement. Pursued as a recreation, it is gentle, rational, lady-like. Followed as a business, it loses its charm, because we perceive that it is then overrated. The young lady who comes modestly forward, when called upon as & performer, would cease to please when for an instant she assumes the air and confidence of a professional musician. There is certain style and manner-confined now to the second-rate performers, for the highest and the most esteemed dispense with it—there is an effort and a dash which disgust in the lady who has bad taste enough to assume them.


ANGRY words are lightly spoken,

In a rash and thoughtless hour;
Brightest links of life are broken

By their deep insidious power.
Hearts inspired by warmest feeling,

Ne'er before by anger stirred,
Oft are rent past human healing,

By a single angry word.

Poison-drops of care and sorrow,

Bitter poison-drops are they,
Weaving for the coming morrow,

Saddest memories of to-day.
Angry words! Oh, let them never

From the tongue unbridled slip;
May the heart's best impulse ever

Check them, ere they soil the lip.

Love is much too pure and holy;

Friendship is too sacred far,
For a moment's reckless folly

Thus to desolate and mar.
Angry words are lightly spoken ;

Bitterest thoughts are rashly stirred;
Brightest links of life are broken

By a single angry word.


ALL his natural and all his acquired powers fitted him to found a good critical school of poetry. Indeed he carried his reforms too far for his age. After his death our literature retrograded; and a century was necessary to bring it back to the point at which he left it. The general soundness and healthfulness of his mental constitution; his information of vast


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