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Bradshaw was not sorry to change the subject, and putting on a very dolorous aspect, he commenced his woful tale. Happy would he have been had Rawlins allowed him to proceed without interruption; but, as the poor little draper thought, some evil genius possessed him, and induced him to make occasional queries, which were by no means pleasant to answer. These were"But what did your wife say to this?" "What did Mrs. Bradshaw advise?" "Surely Mrs. Bradshaw was more quicksighted?" "Women are good advisers in such cases," &c. The poor man got more nervous than ever when obliged to confess that Mrs. Bradshaw had opposed his taking the new shop and the long lease; that she did object to young Smithson as a partner; and that she had done her utmost to prevent his niece's marriage; but he made an attempt to get out of the raillery which, though not very quicksighted himself, he could not but foresee would follow, by lamenting that he had been born under such an unlucky planet.

tunity of observing this. My father and a twin brother were partners in business, and occupied adjoining houses. They married, and commenced the world together, and were as alike in character as in age. They were upright, well-meaning men, and were, in consequence, much esteemed; but they both held the lordly views of which I spoke. My father, happily for his family, made a wise choice in his partner for life; but there his wisdom ended: he scorned to make use of her good sense and judgment, supposing, like you, that women ought not to be consulted in any matters beyond the household economy. My uncle was less happy in his selection. He married a giddy, thoughtless woman. Still had he treated her with confidence, and showed her that he considered she had an equal interest with himself in his commercial success, he might possibly have corrected her thoughtlessness; but as this was not the case, she was always carrying on some petty deception, which wholly destroyed their original peace. I learned a valuable lesson, however, from their experito ence. Thinks to myself, when I marry, I'll have a wife I can trust, and then I will trust her. She shall see that I expect her to take an interest in my wellbeing in everything. She shall be my confidant in every affair relating to my interest or my feelings; and she shall have no temptation to deceive me, because she shall not have any cause to complain that I am ungenerous. Well, I put these resolves into practice, and it has fully answered my expectations. Depend upon it, my friend," he concluded, perceiving his companion was lost in a fit of musing---" depend upon it, there is no happiness in the marriage state without mutual confidence. The more a woman is trusted, the more she will feel that the interests of her husband are her own; and I believe that extravagant, mismanaging wives, are more frequently made so by the want of this confidence than by any other circumstance."

"The planets have had no more do with your disasters than I have, my worthy friend," Rawlins interrupted him by exclaiming; "but I will give you a piece of information for which, if you make good use of it, you'll thank me if, at the end of another ten years, we should meet again " "Oh, I hope we shall meet long before that!" cried Bradshaw.

"I hope we shall, but be that as it may, you will thank me for the information whenever you see me."

"Pray what may it be?"

"I am afraid you will not make use of it without a little reluctance," Rawlins resumed; but I'm confident that the result will fully recompense you for the effort it may cost you. It is this, my friend:-All your misfortunes have arisen from your having pursued a course diametrically opposed to that which I have taken: that is, from your having scorned the counsel of your wife." Poor Bradshaw at that moment wished his old schoolmate anywhere but where he was; still he made no remark.

The entrance of Mrs. Bradshaw, followed by a little handmaid with a well-cooked savory supper, put a stop to the conversation, also to poor Bradshaw's reverie; and in performing the rites of hospitality to his friend, he forgot, or at least pardoned, his telling him a truth which no one had ever had the moral courage to tell him before.

"Now, I tell you what it is, my good fellow," Rawlins proceeded, "we lords of the creation are apt to plume ourselves on a superiority we do not possess. We give the ladies credit for affection, gentleness, kindness, and all that sort of thing, but we It was nearly three years ere the two fancy that all the intelligence, good sense, friends again met, and then it was by the and sagacity are thrown into our scale--- same fireside, though the room they octhat is, our pates. I had an early oppor-cupied contained many useful and orna

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He cringes not on those above,
Nor tramples on the worm below;
Misfortunes cannot cool his love,
Or flattery make it grow;
Staunch to his friends in woe or weal,
As is the magnet to the steel.

He envies not the deepest sage;
He scoffs not at the meanest wight;
And all the war that he doth wage

Is in the cause of right;
For broad estate, and waving land,
He has the poor man's willing hand.

He is not rich, and yet, indeed,

Has wealth; nor poor, his stock though small
Not rich, he gives so much to need,
Not poor, for on him fall

Such blessings from relieved distress,
To crown his path with happiness.

Room for a lord, ye truckling crew,

Who round earth's great ones fawn and wind;
Fall back! and gaze on something new :-
A lord, at least in mind-

That bravest work in nature's plan,
An upright, independent man.

LIFE.

BY ERNEST JONES.

BIRDS above me, flowers around me, Forest-lights so golden green : Like a chain the glory bound me, Like a chain the tranquil scene.

Calmly past me, gently sighing,
Flowed the river silvery blue,
Ever hieing-ever flying,
Till I longed to wander too.

Lulling music, low, beguiling,
Lingered on the level waves,
As on lips of syrens, smiling,

At the thought of distant graves.

To the measure of their playing Danced a barque upon their flow Like a water-lily, swaying

To and fro and to and fro.

On the luring waters riding,
On and on it floated fast,
Swiftly gliding nor abiding
At the pleasant spots I passed.

Wider still the stream was growing,
Fainter still appeared the shore;
Stronger still the tide was flowing;
Deeper still its smothered roar.

Echoes wandered, faintly flying
From the glade I left behind,
Sadly sighing, dimly dying

On a melancholy wind.
Then I longed, with passion burning,
Homeward, homeward, once again!
Onward, onward! unreturning,
Sweeps the river to the main!

Ocean rises up before me,

Dim and vast with flood and foam; Tell me where that river bore me? Tell me why I left my home?

HOW MAY WAS FIRST MADE.

From the Poetical Language of Flowers.

BY THOMAS MILLER, THE BASKETMAKER.

As Spring upon a silver cloud

Lay looking on the world below,
Watching the breezes as they bowed

The buds and blossoms to and fro,
She saw the fields with Hawthorns walled;
Said Spring, "New buds I will create."
She to a Flower-spirit called,

Who on the month of May did wait,
And bade her fetch a Hawthorn spray,
That she might make the buds of May.

Said Spring, "The grass looks green and bright,
The Hawthorn hedges too are green,
I'll sprinkle them with flowers of light,
Such stars as earth hath never seen;
And all through England's girded vales,

Her steep hill-sides and haunted streams,
Where woodlands dip into the dales,

Where'er the Hawthorn stands and dreams, Where thick-leaved trees make dark the day, I'll light each nook with flowers of May.

"Like pearly dew-drops, white and round,
The shut up birds shall first appear,
And in them be such fragrance found
As breeze before did never bear;
Such as in Eden only dwelt,

When angels hovered round its bowers,
And long-haired Eve at morning knelt
In innocence amid the flowers;
While the whole air was every way
Filled with a perfume sweet as May.

"And oft shall groups of children come,
Threading their way through shady places,
From many a peaceful English home,
The sunshine falling on their faces;
Starting with merry voice the thrush,

THE DYING CHILD.

BY HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN.

Translated by Mary Howitt.

MOTHER, I'm tired, and I would fain be sleeping;
Let me repose upon thy bosom seek:
But promise me that thou wilt leave off weeping,
Because thy tears fall hot upon my cheek
Here it is cold: the tempest raveth madly;
But in my dreams all is so wondrous bright;
I see the angel-children smiling gladly,

When from my weary eyes I shut out light.

Mother, one stands beside me now! and, listen!
Dost thou not hear the music's sweet accord?
See how his white wings beautifully glisten!
Surely those wings were given him by our Lord!
Green, gold, and red are floating all around me:
They are the flowers the angel scattereth.
Shall I have also wings whilst life has bound me?
Or, mother, are they given alone in death?

Why dost thou clasp me, as if I were going?

Why dost thou press thy cheek thus unto mine! Thy cheek is hot, and yet thy tears are flowing: I will, dear mother, will be always thine! Do not sigh thus-it marreth my reposing;

And, if thou weep, then must I weep with thee! Oh, I am tired-my weary eyes are closing: Look, mother, look, the angel kisseth me!

From the People's Journal. THE HASTY WORD.

BY ANNA SAVAGE.

We are too swift to judge the hasty word,
Called forth, may be, by jarring some fine chord
We have too roughly handled. Swifter we speak
Our scornful bitter thoughts, the bloodless cheek

As through green lanes they wander singing, May fail to tell how keen the shaft hath been;

To gather the sweet Hawthorn-bush,

Which homeward in the evening bringing,

With smiling faces, they shall say,

'There's nothing half so sweet as May!'

"And many a poet yet unborn

Shall link its name with some sweet lay, And lovers oft at early morn

Shall gather blossoms of the May, With eyes bright as the silver dews,

Which on the rounded May-buds sleep; And lips, whose parted smiles diffuse

A sunshine o'er the watch they keep,. Shall open all their white array Of pearls, ranged like the buds of May."

Spring shook the cloud on which she lay, And silvered o'er the Hawthorn spray,. Then showered down the buds of May.

No quivering of the tutored lip is seen

To tell how sure the vengeance, but the heart?— Could we but raise its veil, then should we start As if a charnel-vault revealed its store

Of lifeless forms, in trappings that they wore
Ere death's cold care had claimed them. We
should hear

Wailings of smothered anguish, though no tear
May tell it to the world, sounding amid

The forms of mournful memories that lie hid
In Time's dark treasure-house. The world?—it
hath

Too little joy upon its thorny path,

That we should scorn to heed another's pain.
Like sunshine through the summer-rain,
Is the sweet bond of kindness, brightly thrown
On life's dark clouds, forming a heavenly zone;
And fairest in the stormiest sky appears,
Weaving a web of beauty, e'en from tears.

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NATIONAL SONGS AND MUSIC OF THE SERVIANS. songs pleased them. The difference in religion is -When, in the winter evenings, all are assembled overcome by poesy: it unites the whole race--it around the fire, and the women are engaged with lives throughout the nation. The mountains, where their spinning, a song is struck up by whomsoever the herdsman tends his cattle; the plains on which happens to know it best. The old men, having the harvest is reaped; the forest, through which the grown-up sons, and being excused from hard labor, traveller makes his way-all resound with song: recite these songs to their gandchildren, who yield it forms an accompaniment to business of all sorts. themselves with delight to the impressions through What, then, are the subjects of these strains, which which they receive their first knowledge of the under circumstances so infinitely varied, are thus world. Even the Igumens of the cloister do not interwoven with life, while they are almost uncondeem it derogatory to sing to the gusle. But the sciously raised above it? performance has more of the character of recitation than of singing: the monotonous sound of the instrument, which has but one string, falls in only at the end of the verse.

In the mountains-where men are of simpler habits, loftier in stature, and of ruder nature-we hear heroic songs, invariably of five trochees, and the fixed pause after the second foot; and almost every line is in itself a complete sentence. The lower we come down towards the Danube and the Save, and the closer together we find the villagesthe race of men is more polished, more friendly, and also smaller in stature; and the gusle becomes less common; and-especially as an accompaniment for dancing-the love-song prevails: it is more flexible and flowing than other songs since it adds the dactyl, in varied modes, to the trochee; but it is in its kind equally national.

In the more numerous assemblies, the heroic song prevails; and at taverns, where card-playing is yet unknown, it constitutes the principal entertainment: the singer is he who has first taken the gusle into his hand, and who is best able to accompany it with his voice. At the festivals and assemblies near the cloisters, parties stand forward who have devoted themselves exclusively to singing-including the blind; who, however-especially in Servia-are of tener singers than composers of songs. Men of real poetic talent, like Philip Wishnitsch from Bosnia, are occasionally met with, who collect a circle around them, and often move their audience to

tears.

What man strongly feels he naturally seeks to express. Here, where no external model presents itself, the inward spiritual existence, from which all our thoughts and actions proceed, is manifested by words, according to its own peculiar originality. In the light of innate thought, which is the spirit of life, poetry conceives its ideas, and reproduces them true to nature, but in purer and more abstract forms; at once individual and symbolical.

Servian song discloses the domestic life of the people: it pays due honor to the husbandman," who has black hands but eats white bread;" it loves to dwell with fondness on the old man with venerable flowing beard, whose soul, when he leaves the earthly temple of his God, has become pure as ether, or the breath of a flower; but it most luxuriates in those affections which exalt the worth of a family and maintain it in integrity and honor.

The singer delights to speak of the maiden in the first bloom of youth, gaily participating in every gentle sport; he sympathizes with her growing af fection when she first becomes aware of its existence, and confides it only to the garland that she throws into the brook; tracing its progress to the time when she confesses to the youth that gazing upon him she had grown up graceful in his sight; and on to the blissful period of their union, which he pictures in strains of surpassing sweetness. Charming picture, sweetly limned, on the light background of a landscape.-Ranke's History of Servia.

ELICITING AN IDEA.-Two Dutchmen living opNor have those Servians who have gone over to posite each other, who had been for many years in Islamism been able to subdue their affection for the habit of smoking by their door-sides in silence, poesy. Christians and Mahometans frequently at length broke forth in the following dialogue:have the same heroic song; the only difference be- "What sort of wedder you think it will be to-day, ing that each claims the victory for the adherents to neighbor!" The other after two or three hasty his own faith. The chiefs, though they would not puffs: "Well, I don't know; what sort of wedder take part in the song listen to it with delight; you think it will be." The first, somewhat nettled: and in Sarajewo, they once induced the kadi to li-"I tink it will be wedder as you tink it will be." berate a Christian prisoner, merely because his The other, acquiescingly: "Well, I tink so too."

EXTRAORDINARY TREE.-We regret to state that during a late heavy storm a portion of the famed lime-tree at Neustadt, in Wirtemberg, was blown down by the wind which prevailed. This tree, which was planted more than 500 years ago, is thirty-six feet in circumference at the base, and the twelve main branches of this gigantic trunk were as thick as oak trees, being more than six feet in circumfe. rence. These twelve branches, thickly covered with foliage, formed a circumference of about 450 feet and rested upon 415 props, which, since the year 1554, were, for the most part, set up by noblemen, bishops, and other persons of distinction. trunk of this once majestic tree is now standing, a mournful wreck of its ancient beauty.—Liverpool Mercury.

A NIGHT ON THE SHORES OF HINDUSTAN.-We | friend, foe may vent his spleen, but let it never be came to anchor, on the third morning after quitting done under the cover of anonymous writing. Kedgeree, under the walls of Fort William, and It is indeed a sneaking world, a cowardly world, found H. M.'s 3d Dragoons encamped on the glacis. for it kills more from behind a shelter than it dare About four in the afternoon, the heat having consid-attack in the open plain: but what dear ties have erably abated, we disembarked and marched into either been sundered or loosened by this fiend of the Fort, where quarters had been provided for our mischief; what hopes of love blighted, what deeds men, though none for the officers, as the brigade-of charity delayed, what virtues, the most exalting major informed us, at the same time stating, that as and dignifying to human nature, sullied by this a difference of opinion existed on that subject be- foul invisible spirit! Friendships over which time tween himself and the fort-major, we must wait could exercise no control,-which distance or povuntil he (of the Queen's) had craftily overcome him erty could not shake or alter,-have been forever (of the company's), and induced the latter individual chilled by suspicion, or completely destroyed by to house us. There is an old proverb about a man anonymous malice. Neither shall they be wholly between two stools being likely to come to the guiltless who believe these secret calumniators of a ground, which was fully illustrated in our case, for, man's character. Truth be it remembered, requires both of our supports for a night's rest in Fort Wil-no covert, no alteration of garb, for how possibly liam having given way, we came to the earth, can it assume a lovelier one than its own? Burn, though fortunately in the tents of the 3d Dragoons, then, these unauthorized epistles; look for the sigimmediately under the walls of the fort, where our nature before you glance at the matter; and thus fall was kindly broken by cloaks spread on the this enemy of truth and plain dealing (for such is ground to receive us. I was composing myself to the anonymous correspondent) will be foiled in his sleep as comfortably as circumstances would per- attempt to pervert innocence, and your own bosom mit, when suddenly a volley of screams, as though will still have the satisfaction of thinking well of proceeding from the lungs of ten thousand demons, those friends and neighbors whom this demon of caused me to start on my feet, supposing the camp mischief would destroy.-Walter Kemp. to have been invaded by the infernal regions. My host, lying in the opposite recess of the tent, being a man of some days' experience, begged me not to disturb myself, as it was only the jackals. "Only the jackals!" but they are pretty nearly enough to murder sleep, I thought, as I laid down to await the cessation of their intolerable howls. Silence at length ensued, and I was just falling asleep, when a low gurgling noise arose close to my ears, and continued with the most monotonous regularity: Good heaven!" I cried, after listening intently for a few minutes, "that must come from the diabolical bandicoots, of which I have often heard from old Indians." I drew my sword and awaited their advance in a violent perspiration, for I have an insuperable abhorrence to the whole rat tribe; but they had no intention of coming to close quarters. No, their cursed pipes sounded the advance, unheeded by the main body. My enemies, nevertheless, seemed to be ROMAN REMAINS.-In digging the foundation mustering; for the gurgle was taken up by a rein- for the Railway terminus at St. Leonard's, Perth, a forcement from the opposite side of the tent, inter-quantity of human bones and stone coffins have been discovered. rupted occasionally by a low, muttering sound: Urns of burnt clay, some of them containing ashes, were found; and the North British Mail informs us, that a Roman Road, many feet "I submit; it is impossible to sleep through this in- below the present surface and immediately beneath terminable persecution, and a man's days in this cli- a deep bed of clay, has also been brought to light. inate must be necessarily short without rest!" The strong Roman stations and desperate battles in Thus I exclaimed, as jumping up, I threw my cloak these parts have left scattered relics of every kind aside, and paced the tent in a fever, saluted inces-and vestiges of their ancient works, such as the in santly by the unearthly gurgle. My friend lay on teresting camp at Ardoch, all over the country. the opposite side; sleeping as calmly as if there were no such things in the world to torture us as jackals or bandicoots. The morning was just breaking, and stepped out of the tent, in hope of being taken for a ghost by the jackals, and thus retaliating by fright on a portion of my enemies--when, lo! the veil of mystery was withdrawn, and there sat two Hindoos smoking the pipe of the country, commonly known by the name of hubble-bubble, which noisy instruments I had mistaken all night for the bandicoots. This was too absurd. I burst into a fit of laughter, which awakened my friend, who hastily joined me, when I related my grievance. Having silenced the smokers, I soon enjoyed the rest I had almost despaired of attaining.-Military Sketches by a Cavalry Officer.

Jamjam efficaci do manus scientiæ.

ANONYMOUS CORrespondence.—Of all detestable things this is the most odious:-Friend may censure

The

STATISTICS OF PAUPERISM.-The population of Sweden amounts to about 3,500,000 souls, and has only 3 mendicants to every 400 persons; while in Norway they reckon 5 out of every 100; Denmark 4; in Wirtemberg, 5; in Switzerland, 10; in Italy, 13; in France, 15; and in the British Islands collectively, 17; although in England separately there are only 10. In France, the number of foundlings supported at the expense of the state was, in 1844, 123,394, demanding an annual outlay of 6,707,8291. 12c., or 54f. 6c. a head. In Paris the charitable establishments afford relief to 95,000 paupers. At Berlin the number of mendicants has become doubled between 1822 and 1846; the number of families in that capital supported by charity has increased from 2,990 to 3,445. In London it is computed that there are 25,000 persons who daily practise mendicity or robbery.

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