who witnessed the catastrophe. Most of the cerns of life is highly necessary—but if dis emigrants were below, and the few who were tress succeed, dejection and despair will not en deck were with the crew watching our afford relief., The best thing to be done OWD progress.

| when evil comes upon us, is not lamentation, Still Darrower grew the pas unge. Some but action; not to sit and suffer, but to seek of the parts we had already passed through the remedy. were already closed. The wind, fortunately, held fair, and though it contributed to drive

THE WIFE OF LORD BYRON, the ice faster in op us, it yet favored our escape. The ship flew through the water at a

BY H. B. STANTON. great rate, heeling over to her ports; but, though at times it seemed as though her

The circumstances under which I first saw masts would go over the sides, still the Mrs. Opie, remind me to say a few words of

held on A minute's delay might Lady Noel Byron, the widow of the Poet. prove our destruction.

She appeared as mild as the blue sky of an Every one held his breath as the width of Italian summer evening. Edified by her inthe passage decreased, though we had but a telligent conversation, and charmed with the short distance more to make good before we softened grace of her sweet manners, one should be free.

could not but say to himself-can it be that

mild blue eye, that mellow voice, that bland I must confess that all the time I did not

mein, belonged to the Lady Byron, the wife myself feel any sense of fear. I thought it

of the wild genius, whose erratic fire, while a danger more to be apprehended for others

it startled the round world with its glare, than for myself. At length a shout from the

withered all that was sweet and lovely deck reached my ears, and looking round Il

within its own sacred domestic circle, nor sex that we were on the outside of the floe.

did it pale until it had consumed the owner We were just in time; for, the instant after,

by the intensity of its own volcanic hell ? the ice met, and the passage through which

Hidden under that pale cheek and quiet ve bad come, was completely closed up.

countenance, there may lie the smoldering The order was now given to square away

embers of passions that once shot through the yards; and with a flowing sheet we ran

the very veins of the bard, and made him down the edge of the ice for upwards of

the mad suicide he was. But they now Saree miles before we were clear of it.

slumber so profoundly, that one must disbeOnly then did people begin to inquire for lieve they ever existed. The mystery must the ship we had lately seen. I gave my ac- die with both parties. cunt; but few expressed any great commis- | There is a sprightliness in the conversa ezation for the fate of those who were lost. tion of Lady Byron that wins the listener. Oar captain had enough of ice, so he steer- and a common sense that edifies him, while ed a cotuse to get as fast as possible into the tinge of sadness which flows through it. more southern latitudes.--Phil. North Amer. I gives a grious and sincere hue to the vein of

pure morality that pervades much of this Good ADVICE.-It is better to tread the unfortu

tter to tread the unfortunate woman's discourse. Decidedly path of life cheerfully, skipping lightly over plain looking_for, even in her youth, she the thorns and briers that obstruct your could not have been handsome-her counyay, than to set down under every hedge tenance when in repose is rather dull and lamenting our hard fate. The thread of a uninteresting, but it kindles up when excicheerful mau's life spins out longer than ted by the contact of kindred minds, and is that of a man who is continually sad and set off by an address and manner familia desponding, Prudent conduct in the con. and easy.

. Lady Byron has found occasional relief mercenary motives, he finds that peace and from that cloud that memory hangs over quietness of enjoyment in honest effort, her, by participating in enterprises of chari- which is vainly sought in the wantouness of ty and philanthropy. Indeed she seems to vicious indulgence, the finale of which, when be quite a reformer, apparently holding firm-lonce commenced, is crime, disgrace and ly while uttering cautiously, the liberal po- death, to most. Happiness is never the conlitical sentiments which constituted the re-comitant of idleness, which, like the corrodeeming feature in her husband's character. sive action of acids on metals, eats into and

As might be expected, she is sensitive to destroys their capacity for useful applicaall allusions in her presence to him, seeming tion. Ennui, fretfulness and ill-temper, sucdesirous that the thick veil of oblivion should ceoded by many a painful and dread disease, hide all traces of their lamentable union and constitute its attendants. With the habituseparation. It is not so with her daughter. ally idle and unemployed, pleasure even, lose Ada Augusta—the "gentle Ada”-since La-les its zest---palls upon the sated senses, and dy Lovelace, who loves to talk of her father, produces bot only a disrelish for all rational and glows with delight when you tell her and healthy enjoyment, but finally for life that her father's works are universally read, litself. not only in the seaboard cities of America, If you have a family of boys, do not perbut among the far away woods and prairies mit them to be idle, or to spend those hours of the New World.

which should be devoted to physical or men

tal improvement, in lounging about stores From the Boston Olive Branch.

and stables where they can scarcely fail EMPLOYMENT,

to contract vicious habits. Keep them at

work. They may think you a hard father, BY H. D. WHITE,

but should they live to become men; they

will bless you for every hour's labor you Never be idle. So far as real benefit to compel them to perform. Many a youngsociety is involved in the question, one had ster has been ruined by a neglect on the better be dead than habitually inactive.- part of his parent, to supply hiva with suitThe indolence such a person exhibits, is able and steady employment during his contagious, and is frequently the means of youthful years, when the mind, pliant and luring others into practices of immorality ductile, yields easily to temptation, and imand vice, who might otherwise have been bibes, with eager avidity, principles which happy and industrious. If you have no may give the pervading and characterizing work of your own to afford employment to hue to the waof of life, and render miserable your mind or hands, go into the field or an existence which might otherwise have workshop of your neighbor, throw off your been olondless and serene. Although we do coat, and by assisting him gratuitously in not advocate a system of tyranny, or ofcomhis toil, earn an appetite for your dinner. It pelling them to labor unremittingly, or beis no mark of a gentleman to be idle. Con- yond their strongth, yet it were better and template the habits of those upon whom so- more benevolent, perhaps, for parents to err in ciety looks with a suspicious eye, and from this than in the opposite extreme. The fa. whose ranks our work-houses, jails and pen. tigue of the system is easily allayed in youth, itentiaries are supplied with inmates. Are its effects are as nothing compared with the thøy not idlers? An industrious man rarely revolting recklessness and dissipation of falls into temptation, Continually occupied character which is sure to result from assoand engrossed by some honorable, some ciation with dissolute companions, and conlaudable undertaking, the object of which is tact with those whose sense of moral rectia wholly uncontaminated by iniquitous or tude has been so far perverted that they exa

perience a pleasure in corrupting all who most attractive cavaliers of his time, you come within the range of their peruicious would have answered: That may be; such 巴

transformations are common enough, brought Kindness and affection, mistaken and ill- about by the ravages of time. But you judged, have sown the seeds of much misery, would have been astonished to hear in addiToo often is it the case, that the smile, de- tion, that this plainly dressed man bad a signed to stimulate and call forth the more right to cover his threadbare coat with rielerated and en pobling traits of the youth- bands, and crosses and stars, and to put the fal heart, is made, by evil perversious, to collar of the Golden Fleece on his old cravat. hatch the cockatrice germs of incipient and This man once held the destinies of a whole Joathsome crimes.

people in his hands, and held sway of doWindharn, Me, 1851.

minion without curb or limit; he was the

favorite of a queen, the master of a king, and DON MANUEL GODOY.

ruled a great kingdom as though he had

been its sovereign. Twenty sheets of The areales and gardens of the Palais parchment would not coatain the list of all Roval have just lost one of their oldest and his titles and dignities. That ring upon his most constant habitues, in the person of a finger is the sign of his marriage with an inEittle mild-eyed old man, who used to come fanta of Spain, a princess of the house of every day with his placid smile, to take his Bourbon. In fine, this poor creature, whom walk there, and sit in the open air when the you take for some retired shop-keeper, is no Veather permitted. His indifferent appearl other than Don Manuel Godoy, Duke of Alance, his simplicity of manners, and his plain cadia, and Prince of Peace. dress, announced a most social rank and a

dal Yes, it was really he--that humble prom

y bamble fortune. He was a wonted sight toenader of the Palais Royal. And after all, the loungers, to the children and their nurs

IS. why wonder at the metamorphosis in this * The sparrows that sport there had learn

age of startling downfalls. How many of ed to trust in the friendly old man, and camel these shar

me these shades have we seen pass by? How boldly to pick the crumbs that he distribu

many of these pale phantoms of departed ted to them from his breakfast loaf. He

grandeur? He, like so many others, was for loved to chat with his acquaintances of the

those who knew his name, and the romangarden, whether they wore castors a la mode

tic brilliancy of his early history, only a of the flat cap. He would half join in the subject for philosophic reflection. All favogardes of the children, stopping the errant rites at court begin alike, and succeed by hoop of an unskilful driver, or throwing back like means and advantages. Don Manuel the ball that fell at his feet. Ifthe sun shone had a good figure an

If the sun shone had a good figure and an agreeable face; he brightly, he would go, towards noon, to see sung prettily and touch

owards noon, to see sung prettily and touched the guitar skillthe solar cannon, which always furnished a fully; he made an elegant appearance in the new pleasure. Such is the life of some wor- splendid uniform of the body guard; he was thy citizens who, content with their moder- full of grace and spirit, of pleasing address, ate income, spend their last days in quiet- bald and presuming; he gave little heed to ness, at peace with the past, content with the the Spanish proverb, that says, “Touch not present, and not seeking to plan for the fu- the Queen." What more did he want to

make his fortune at a gallant court, governYo one who has observed him in the lated by a feeble king and his passionate conte state, would have dreamed for a moment sort? what he once had been. If one had told you He had the fortune of Potemkin, but not that this little old man, with his plump per- his genius. At twenty-eight he was Primeiphery and rounded back, was one of the Minister, laden with honors, the grandee of


the realm, allied to the Royal Family, neph- She read, she wrote, she danced, she sung, ew-in-law to the king. All that, but to fall and was the happiest of the happy; but, the further, and to leave a little void among while the soul thus triumphed, the body bethe loungers of the Palais Royal.

came more and more delicate, and speedily

failed altogether, under the successive transINJUDICIOUS EDUCATION. ports.

The brain of a child, however forward, is (The Power of the Soul over the Body. By George totally unfit for that intellectual exertion to Moore, M. D.)

which many fond parents either force or ex

cite it. Fatal disease is thus frequently inIf the nervous system allowed the mind I duced; and, where death does not follow, to attend, reason would appear in its power | idiocy, or at least such confusion of facnltv. as much at six years of age as at sixty. The ensues, that the moral perception is obscured child does reason, then, and, that correctly, and the sensitive child becomes a man of to the extent of its knowledge; and it is then hardened vice or of insane self-will. Many as capable of enjoying intellectual truth as I examples of this may be found. particularly in maturer years, provided the faculties be

among the rigid observers of formal imitacultivated in an appropriate manner. Per

tions of religion and the refined ceremonies haps the most beautiful instance of such premature enjoyment is that furnished by

of high civilization. There are numerous Washington Irving, in his memoir of Mar

manuals to lead the infant mind from nature garet Davidson, a child, of whom it is stated up to nature's Gud, as if it were in the that, when only in her sixth year, her lan

| nature of childhood to need manuals and guage was elevated, and her mind so filled catechisms of botany, geometry,and astronowith poetic imagery and religious thought. /my, to teach it the goodness of the Creator that she read with enthusiasm and elegance and Savior. Fathers and mothers rather Thompson's (Seasons," the Pleasures of peed manuals to teach them how to treat Hope.' Cowper's "Task' and the writings their children, seeing that nearly half of of Milton, Byron, and Scott. The sacred those brought forth die in infancy, and the writings were her daily study: and, not majority of the survivors are morbid both in withstanding her poetic temperament, she mind and body. It is the paternal character, had a bigh relish for history, and read with in wisdom and love watching to bring the as much interest an abstrusė" treatise that child into sympathy with true knowledge called forth the reflective powers, as she did and affection, that represents and imitates poetry or works of imagination. Her physi. the Divine Mind, as commended to our cal frame was delicately constituted to re- study by his acts. Even tbe persuasives of ceive impressions, and her mother was capa- religious discipline, instead of falling like ble of observing and improving the oppor- the gentle dew from heaven, are two fretunity afforded to instruct her. Nothing quently made hard, and dry, and harsh, as if was learned by rote, and every object of her the Gospel were the invention of a mathethought was discussed in conversation with matical tyrant, to fashion sonls by geometrie a mind sympathising with her own. Such rules, and not the expression of the mind of a course, however, while it demonstrates the love, inspiring by. example. The contrast, power of the mind, proves also that such in personal appearance and manner, between premature employment of it is inconsistent a child trained undor the winning managewith the physiology of the body; for, while ment of a wise, firm, commanding love, and the spirit revelled in the ecstasies of intellec- another subjected to the despotic control of tual excitement, the vital functions of the fear, is very striking. In the former, we physical framework were fatally disturbed. I observe a sprightly eye and an open cour

tenance, with a genial vivacity and trustful. Where gentle waters glide; there to repose Dess in the general expression of the body; a

On the green bank, while far beyond, above,

The sky, the sweet blue sky looks down and smiles. mixture of confiding sociality with intelli

What heavenly thoughts-what aspirations high, gence, an alacrity of movement, and a Crowd on this favored hour, more ravishing, healthiness of soul, evinced in generous ac- Is one dear dreåm like this, than all the mirth tivity and smiles. Even if the body be en

| That ever rung, and echoed through the halls feebled, still a certain bright halo surrounds,

Of thoughtless revelry.

A sordid love of gain has never heaved so to speak, the mental constitution. But

His peaceful breast with deep and heartfelt sigh physical as well as intellectual vigor and en For golden treasure. But the glittering bait, joyment are usually the happy results of And its pursuers, seem to him so vain, that frezdom of heart and generosity of

He knows not if to pity, or to scorn,

Be most the part of virtue. Shall I say spirit which skillful affection endeavors to

The song of honest fame has never found encourage. Then, in youth and mauhood,

His heart responsive?--that its strange wild chords, a noble intelligence confirms the propriety

Can never vibrate to that magic strain? of such early training; but the child who Ah! no, for moonlit skies and whispering shades finds a tyrant instead of a fostering parent, Or evening bird might tell of some low word

In treach'rous soliloquy let fall; and then if naturally delicate, acquires a timid bear

That restless eye-sny is it passionless? ing, a languid gait, a sallow cheek, a pouting lip, a stupid torpidity, or a sullen defiance;

Though Genius smiled for nature's defence from tyranny is either

When first he saw the light, and careful watched

His infant bed, bestowing angel dreams, bard stupidity or cunning daring.

Thrilling his soul in childhood's fuiry hour,

With more than wizard spell, and uow in youth,
For the Miscellany. Claims him an heir of Genius, yet the world;

The world disowns him--rather I had said,
Knows not the precious pearl, by nature hid,

In its frail casket, Oh! how few.can pity

The mighty throbbing of a noble heart

Warm, tender, craving sympathy; and yet,
Ah why that restles eyel

Not one to sympathise, or even guess
Now gently beaming, and anon lit up,

'Tis almost bursting. With ralliance unearthly. Why that brow,

Tact, all mankind admire, but talent rare, Bo palely beautiful, a temple fair

Few can appreciate, few duly weigh
Meet for the presenee of thought's deity.

In its first dawnings--woe that luckless, youth,
Ahl who can tell

Or maiden still more luckless, when the muse
Why his young cheek is bloomless, marble pale,

Becomes congeniad guest—think not thy brow, kave when the gush of feeling brings once moro,

The laurel wreath shall twine, 'till thou hast spent The muntling flash, like as the glorious sun,

Thy lifes brief day, lonely, and unapproved. Hil from our view by floating clouds, peers through

Oh! ye blue heavens, look kindly down to cheer Their shadowy veil, to reassure our hearts.

This isolated one, as oft he looks

Into your boundless depths for sympathy.
There is a seal

And ye light fleecy clouds, that float along;
Upon his forehead set, which few can read;

By day enhancing sunlight, and at eve,
And fewer understand. He knows full well, Veiling some beauteous orb, then passing on
His suis a harp, to unknown music strung. Leaving no tracery to dim the scene.
And shrinking, from the gaze of vulgar eyes, Be ye to him propitious, as he gazes
Communes with his own spirit, drinking deep, On your frail fleeting shadows, he may sing
Ofits ethereal nectar; or perchance,

Of transitory joys, of life which passes
Beeks wisdom from the ever open book

Soon as the morning cloud. And you, ye winda Of nature, wondrous fair and legible!

Brenthe gently on his brow; whisper of hope!

Strike ye the harp chords of that tuneful hearti Life's young song

Till it shall vibrate, to your minstrel touch,
Is in his ear, and still he heeds it not,

Some burning thought, to flowing numbers sol
Tbegy, the sportive things which others charm
Cannot allure him; for, Oh! he loves

Soon shall he sink
To seek the silent shade, beside the stream, I To quiet dreamless rest, in the soft arms

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