bidden them rest, with opened blades, and conscience in reply: "A select Populace, stand still, in the Devil's name! with money in its purse, and drilled a little

the posture-maker: good Heavens! if that were what, here and every where in God's Creation, I am? And a world all dying because I am, and show myself to be, and to have long been, even that? John, the carriage, the carriage; swift! Let me go home in silence, to reflection, perhaps to sackcloth and ashes!" This, and not amusement, would have profited those high dizened persons.

A truly notable motion; marvellous, al-by most miraculous, were not the people there so used to it. Motion peculiar to the Opera; perhaps the ugliest, and surely one of the most difficult, ever taught a female creature in this world. Nature abhors it; but Art does at least admit it to border on the impossible. One little Cerito, or Taglioni the Second, that night when I was there, made of India-rubber, or filled with hydrogen gas, and inclined by positive levity to bolt "Amusement, at any rate, they did not through the ceiling; perhaps neither Semira- get from Euterpe and Melpomene. These mis nor Catherine the Second had bred her- two Muses, sent for, regardless of expense, I self so carefully. Such talent, and such could see, were but the vehicle of a kind of martyrdom of training, gathered from the service which I judged to be Paphian rather. four winds, was now here, to do its feat, and Young beauties of both sexes used their be paid for it. Regardless of expense, in- opera-glasses, you could notice, not entirely deed! The purse of Fortunatus seemed to for looking at the stage. And it must be have opened itself, and the divine art of owned the light, in this explosion of all the Musical Sound and Rhythmic Motion was upholsteries, and the human fine arts and welcomed with an explosion of all the mag-coarse, was magical; and made your fair one nificences which the other arts, fine and an Armida-if you liked her better so. Nay, coarse, could achieve. For you are to think certain old Improper-Females (of quality,) of some Rossini or Bellini in the rear of it, in their rouge and jewels, even these looked too; to say nothing of the Stanfields, and some reminiscence of enchantment; and I hosts of scene-painters, machinists, engineers, saw this and the other lean domestic Dandy enterprisers-fit to have taken Gibraltar, with icy smile on his old worn face; this written the History of England, or reduced and the other Marquis Singedelomme, Prince Ireland into Industrial Regiments, had they Mahogany, or the like foreign Dignitary, tripping into the boxes of said females, grin. ning there awhile with dyed mustachios and macassar-oil graciosity, and then tripping out again; and, in fact, I perceived that Colletti and Cerito and the Rhythmic Arts were a mere accompaniment here.

so set their minds to it!

"Alas, and of all these notable or noticeable human talents, and excellent perseverances and energies, backed by mountains of wealth, and led by the divine art of Music and Rhythm vouchsafed by Heaven to them and us, what was to be the issue "Wonderful to see; and sad, if you had here this evening? An hour's amusement, eyes! Do but think of it. Cleopatra not amusing either, but wearisome and threw pearls into her drink, in mere waste; dreary, to a high-dizened select populace of which was reckoned foolish of her. But male and female persons, who seemed to me here had the Modern Aristocracy of men not worth much amusing! Could any one brought the divinest of its Arts, heavenly have pealed into their hearts once, one true Music itself; and, piling all the upholsteries thought, and glimpse of Self-vision: "High- and ingenuities that other human art could dizened most expensive persons, Aristocracy do, had lighted them into a bonfire to illu so called, or best of the World, beware, be- minate an hour's flirtation of Singedelomme, ware what proofs you give of bitterness and Mahogany, and these improper persons! bestness!" and then the salutary pang of Never in Nature had I seen such waste be

pleasant face and constant good-humor inspired our young friend with the idea that the employment of a chemist must needs be a very happy one. The lad's choice was not agreeable to his parents; they did all they possibly could to persuade him from it, but in vain; so he was placed with the chemist. Experience, however, soon taught him that which he would not learn from his friends; namely, "that it does not follow that a person must be happy be cause he is a chemist." He soon found that the cheerfulness and contentment of his master was not necessarily connected with his bottles and drugs. Himself, he was neither cheerful, nor contented, nor happy. So after à time he gave up the idea of being a chem ist, and consented to follow the employment his friends thought best for him, living the same sort of life that people usually do, neither better nor happier than they. Still he never quite forgot the idea of his youth, and always longed for some sort of happiness above what he possessed.

fore. O Colletti, you whose inborn melody, once of kindred as I judged to 'the Melodies eternal,' might have valiantly weeded out this and the other false thing from the ways of men, and made a bit of God's creation more melodious—they have purchased you away from that; chained you to the wheel of Prince Mahogany's chariot, and here you make sport for a macassar Singedelomme and his improper-females past the prime of life! Wretched spiritual Nigger, oh, if you had some genius, and were not a born Nigger with mere appetite for pumpkin, should you have endured such a lot? I lament for you beyond all other expenses. Other expenses are light; you are the Cleopatra's pearl that should not have been flung into Mahogany's claret-cup. And Rossini, too, and Mozart and Bellini-Oh, Heavens, when I think that Music too is condemned to be mad and to burn herself, to this end, on such a funeral pile-your celestial Operahouse grows dark and infernal to me! Behind its glitter stalks the shadow of Eternal Death; through it too I look not 'up into One day he overtook a poor colporteur, (a the divine eye, as Richter has it, but down man who carries about books for sale,) who into the bottomless eyesocket'-not up was trudging gaily along, and singing by the towards God, Heaven, and the Throne of way. He had on his back a pack of things truth, but too truly down towards Falsity, to sell. "Can you sell me," says our Vacuity, and the Dwelling-place of Ever-friend, "the secret of being happy ?" "Why, lasting Despair."

ALWAYS HAPPY.

In France, not many years ago,there lived a young lad, who had arrived at that age at which it was necessary to make choice of some occupation by which to earn his living, and who was intensely desirous of choosing that which should most contribute to his happiness in the world. He was not an ambitious youth; he did not wish to be great, or wise, or rich, but only to be happy. His parents had chosen a trade for him, but it did not please him. He wished to be a chemist; the reason of his wish was, that in the neighborhood lived a chemist and druggist, a cheerful and amiable man, whose

yes I can," said the man, letting down his pack, "and cheap too," he continued, taking out a book, and presenting it; "this will teach you how to be happy." It was the Bible. Our friend had asked the question much as Pilate asked our Lord, "What is truth ?" he neither expected nor desired an answer. He, however, took the book. He read it. After some time passed in patient seeking, he found that it had, indeed, the power of communicating the secret of happiness; and he walked in the pleasant ways of the Lord. He afterwards became what he now is, the pastor of a Protestant church

in Switzerland.

THE reason that most people cast their eyes upon the follies of others, is, that they may not perceive their own.

THE MISCHIEF MAKER.

"Nor do they rust their tongues alone
But speak in language of their own,
Can read a nod, a shrug, or look,
Far better than a printed book;
Convey a libel in a frown,
Or wink a reputation down."

crecy upon both. Hence, hearts become estranged, friendships are broken, and affection is stifled. There are, we are aware, many mischief-makers, who are so, thoughtlessly, foolishly, and without any deep, deliberate, or serious design of doing evil. They are simply babblers or tattlers, who lack discretion, judgment, and common sense, and who have never been able to prac tice the philosophy of holding their tongues. The infirmity of such is soon detected, and thus by the practice of a little caution, their power to do harm is nullified. But there are others who are subtle, wily, and adroit, and who, as if prompted by some incarnate fiend, seek for and study every opportunity to undermine, underrate, darken character, destroy reputation, impair confidence, and sever friendship. We can conceive of no darker illustration of human depravity.

"A lip of lies-a face formed to conceal." There is scarcely an individual in exis

The duties and obligations of social life are often misunderstood, as well as sadly violated. The confidence of friends is abused, and the insidious, the hypocritical, and the malignant, take advantage of thoughtless expressions, uttered perhaps, in moments of excitement, to provoke distrust, foment jealousy, and thus cause bitterness and ill-will. It has been well and forcibly said, to "repeat what you have heard in social intercourse, is sometimes a deep treachery, and when it is not treacherous, is often foolish." The idle tattler, who runs from door to door, listens eagerly to all that is said, then repeats,exaggerates, or by wick-tence who could not be injured, seriously if ed insinuation, conveys a meaning that was not fatally, by such insidious and doublenever intended, is a source of infinite mis- faced guile. It is impossible at all times to chief, and often of bitter and hopeless feuds be watchful and wary, especially in social between neighbors and families. We can life, and when the intercourse is free, frank, conceive of no treachery more deplorable or and undisguised. At such moments the more censurable, than that which abuses the thoughts and feelings are apt to be expressfrankness and confidence of an honest na-ed with the utmost freedom, and even the ture, and by persuasion or distortion, cre- weaknesses and prejudices of cherished ates an offence and inflicts a wound, where friends to be alluded to, not in bitterness or nothing of the kind was intended. Thus, unkindness, but in confidence, sincerity, and a confidential conversation will be repeated sympathy. If, however, a malicious miswith the most solemn injunctions not chief-maker happen to be at hand, it is the to betray the mischief-maker, who not only easiest thing in the world to misrepre tells the whole truth, but adds some unau- sent the real facts of the case, so as to annoy, thorized interpretation, or describes the irritate, and inflame-to create a sentiment manner as having been offensive, when the fact of distrust and of coldness, and thus to lay was exactly otherwise. Some dark sugges- the foundation of a misunderstanding which tion, hint, or inuendo is also made, and if followed up, is sure to end in enmity and thus a playful remark or a frank expression, ill-will. Some persons are, moreover, quite is tortured into a slander, an insult, or a sensitive on certain subjects, while thers are slight. The breach thus created-unwitting-particularly credulous. The mischief-maker ly created, so far as the original parties are is sure to discover all this, and to play his concerned—is widened from day to day, by game accordingly. We some time since a double system of treachery and betrayal-heard the particulars of a sad case. A the mischief-maker professing to be confi- young lady was engaged to be married, and dential with both parties, and enjoining se- the wedding day was fixed. Meanwhile

her affianced was accidentally thrown into character; perform their wicked work so artthe society of a former lover, and he either fully, stealthily and hypocritically, that they recklessly or maliciously made an insinua- see the ruin and the wreck they make,and yet tion, utterly unfounded, as was afterwards contrive to escape the responsibility. Let shown-which shook the confidence of the them be assured, however, that a day of reckintended husband, provoked a misunder-oning will came!-Penn. Euquirer. standing, and led to a final separation. He soon after left the city for California, was seized with illness, and died on the way! Her fate was equally melancholy, and is embodied in the touching lines of the poet:

"A whisper broke the air

A soft, light tone, and low,

Yet barb'd with shame and woeNow might it only perish there!

Nor farther go.

Ah me! a quick and eager ear

Caught up the little meaning sound! Another voice has breathed it clear,

And so it wandered round From ear to lip-from lip to ear, Until it reached a gentle heart, And that-it broke!"

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THE TWO LEADERS.

While Kossuth is receiving the enthusiastic sympathy, admiration, and assistance of the people of England and America, Gorgey, the other great leader of the Hungarian War of Independence, drags out a lonely and monotonous existence at Klagenfurth, in Carithia, a city much resorted to by pensioned officers of the Austrian army. There he lives with his family, consisting of his wife, a single child, now but three months old, a woman servant, a soldier who was his attendant through the war. He sees little society, hardly a family in the city havBut who cannot point out illustrations?— The vice is heartless, cruel and dangerous, ing sought his acquaintance. He has but one intimate friend, and that is an Englishand its victims, directly or indirectly, may man. His time is passed in studying chem. be counted by thousands. It is such an easy istry and physics, and his principal amusething to wound a sensitive spirit. It is so ment is lecturing upon physical chemistry light a task to stain or soil the reputation !to a few persons. Of money he has plenty; Confidence may be so readily disturbedfrom the Austrian Government he receives suspicion may be so promptly excited!a yearly pension of 3000 florins; and from How many merchants have had their credit that of Russia he has received 60,000 silver ruined-how many honest men have had rubles. He is very seldom seen in public; their prospects blighted, and their families about once a month his wife prevails on him subjected to all the horrors of poverty-how to take a walk for the sake of his health, many unkindnesses have been provoked-but in general he avoids appearing abroad. how many ties of love have been severed— The common people regard him with aver how many hearts have been lacerated-how many families have been made miserableThe contrast in the present condition of by the thoughtless or the vicious, the heed- these two leaders of Hungary is no greater less or the crafty and malignant propensity than the contrast in their characters and of the mischief-maker! The poor wretch conduct. Each is endowed with eminent who, in a moment of necessity, and laboring abilities, and each had opportunities seldom under all the horrors of hunger, commits alloted to man. Kossuth was faithful to some paltry theft, with the object of satisfy his country and to liberty; Gorgey betrayed ing the cravings of nature, is promptly ar- both. The one never filled so large a place rested, convicted, and sent to "durance vile." in the esteem or affections of the civilized But how many destroyers of the peace of world as now; the other is despised and defamilies, disturbers of the happiness of tested. The patriot as well as the traitor households-in brief, moral assassins of has his reward.-N. Y. Tribune.

sion.

For the Miscellany.
WHAT SHALL WE BE?

BY MRS. S. M. H.

here, whose existence is but of yesterday, shall continue to have an existence millions of years after this Earth shall have been wrapped in flames, and the heavens rolled together as a scroll. Yes, we shall have a WHEN We contemplate this world, teem- being endowed with consciousness, sensiing with human beings of every grade-see bility and thought. What to us then, is forsome in the deepest degradation and want, tune, fame, knowledge, or all earthly interseeking from door to door their only suste-ests, compared with the question-What nance--others basking in the sunshine of shall we be, when all earthly connexions fortune and wealth. Some drinking at He- shall have been dissolved-all mistakes and licon's sacred fount, and holding converse errors ended-every false foundation underwith the muses,-others searching into the mined-every character drawn out, as with laws of hidden nature,-and others still, a sunbeam, upon the immortal canvass of whose lofty aspirations soar away beyond eternity, and time itself at an end. This the limits of their vision, and traverse worlds will arrive-and what follows? We stretch on worlds, until lost in wonder and delight. our eyes on, and on, through the unnumberAnd when we behold the little neglected ed cycles of eternity, and find that we shall wanderer, rising to the honorable statesman, then live. And what characters shall we poet, philosopher, or divine; the playful possess? what will be our employment?— school-girl, delighted with a doll, becoming With whom shall we be associated? what & Mrs. Sigourney, Hemans, or Fry, and find place shall we inhabit? Although we know ourselves with rationality, consciousness, and but in part, we are taught this much, that powers capable of expansion, placed in this there will be a reality, answering to all world of progression, we enquire with a these questions; and that the fearful respondeep solicitude-what part shall we act sibility of determining our destinies for in the great drama of Life? What shall eternity depends upon ourselves. It is for we be? What shall we be as scholars, as us to decide whether bright-winged angels citizens, as rational and accountable beings? be commissioned to conduct us to the realms Shall we be intelligent and virtuous? Re- of light, where we shall behold the ineffable spectable and respected? Shall our hearts glory of the king of kings-approach even revel unconfined through all the charities unto His eternal throne-cast our crowns at and sympaties of nature, and be sanctified His feet-and serve him continually, with by the dew of holiness, shed from above, songs of praise, and thanksgiving-where ar shall it be ours to bear deserved scorn, we shall listen to the melodies of the hearidicule, and hate? These are questions of venly choir, and glide amid the angel bands,. interest to each of us, and awaken deep feel- as angels too. Or, whether we shall go ing and earnest thought; they are ques-down to the midnight darkness of eternal tions which all would solve if they could; death, where no ray of hope can ever reach, and may they not? Are we not the archi- wher ewe shall forever drink the bitter cup tects of our own characters? Have we not of remorse-and where, after ages on ages, abilities, and may we not use them as we have rolled away their lonely, dreary, linplease? But the light which is reflected gering years, we shall still read our doom from the pages of inspiration, shows us that of everlasting despair. Surely there can be our lives terminate not with a few flourish- no subject demanding more solemn and deep ing years--but still points us on to another consideration or earnest inquiry, than thisWHAT SHALL WE BE? state of being; and how our utmost faculties of thought are over-powered, when we attempt to realize that we-we, who are

WE can never sin with security