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Though fools spurn Hymen's gentle powers,
WE, who improve his golden hours,
By sweet experience know-
That marriage, rightly understood,
Gives to the tender and the good



ROOFS HAVE WE INNUMERABLE, that there is a time for everything. There is a time to be born, and a time to die. A time to laugh, and a time to weep. A time to dance, and a time to sing. Sorry are we to say, there is also a time to pull a long face-a hideously long face, and to play the hypocrite. But as the month of May, "the" month set aside for this observance, is past-let us for another year at least meet our Creator with smiles of Christian charity and gratitude, and glorify him by enjoying rationally what He has provided for our universal happiness. The earth just now is full of His works. Let us away, and make merry. Glorious month of JUNE-all hail! This is "the" month for completing certain little plans devised in the Spring. We need not speak more pointedly; but let us introduce a Reminiscence" bearing on these plans. It exhibits a picture of every-day life which is now being realised with a change of names and places only-from one end of the country to the other. Brides'-maids,-listen!




THE WEDDING-DAY had arrived. All was bright and auspicious. The morning dawned without a cloud; the flowers shone in the sunshine, as if brides themselves; the trees in their new foliage fluttered in the breeze like so many bridegrooms; and the birds sung as blithely as a band of wedding musicians. Within doors, the scene was equally as exhilarating. There were decorated rooms, well-dressed company, tables covered with delicacies-silk, smiles, and civility on all sides. The matron manager of the bridal preparations, knew well the importance of wedding-day arrangements; and, to use the expression common to shows of every kind, the whole "went off with great spirit." Precisely at the proper moment, the bride, veiled like a nun, but robed as for a ball, was supported into the room; company, carriages, and clergymen, were religiously punctual; the day was lovely; the crowd of spectators sufficient; the bridegroom made no blunder about the ring; the bride articulated the responses;

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the procession returned without accident; the company sat down to breakfast ;-and again, precisely at the proper moment, the bride retired to put on a travelling dress and take leave of her mother. Nothing could have been better managed.

But no one, however gay, however worldly, could go through such a series of ceremonies without emotion; and when the gauzes and satins were removed, and the heroine was arrayed to leave her father's house, which was never more to be re-entered as a home, for a few moments she forgot that she was a bride, and burst into tears.

"Now, dear Miss, don't take on so-what's done can't be undone. I dare say it is all for the best," said her attendant, the nurse of her childhood; "here you are, the prettiest creature that eyes ever saw-not that you are half so pretty to me as when I had you a baby in long coats all to myself-now a woman grown, turning out into the troublesome world; and how will you ever keep house, and manage servants ?-lack-a-dayI hardly know whether to laugh or cry!"

"Nurse," said the lady-mother, recalling the affectionate creature to the more impor"how can you harass this dear child's feelings so? tant concerns of the present moment; go and see that her dressing-case is placed left the room, and the speaker proceeded to properly in the carriage." The attendant comfort the "mourning bride" after her if you give way to your feelings in this own fashion. "What is to become of me, manner? positively, your eyes are so red, I am quite ashamed. Only think how few leave home with such happy prospects: I shall always be near, and you will have most delightful excursion. Hark! I hear the carriage drawing up. Now, my dearest love, don't let me have to blush for you at the last; so well as you behaved through the ceremony; no trembling, no tears, no nonsense of any kind: but let me give you one piece of advice, love; when you return, don't let Tomkins lay a finger on your hair; I was quite shocked when we were in church, to see what a friz he had made it."

"Oh, mamma, don't, pray, talk so-what signify curls or anything else at a time like this?" replied the daughter, surveying the room with an air of melancholy, partly real, and partly affected. "I never expected to suffer so much at leaving home-I fear I have done a foolish thing; I am changing a certainty for an uncertainty; even the chairs and tables seem to know that I am going; and the poor looking-glass that I have dressed at so often- The fair speaker was here overcome by her reminiscences, and had recourse to silence and her scent-box.


Mary Anne," replied the matron, making use of the looking-glass for the practical

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purpose of arranging some of her numerous bows and curls; "Mary Anne, this is neither behaving like a sensible girl, nor a good daughter; and I count it perfectly insulting to poor dear George, and exceedingly ungrateful to your father and myself—"

She was here interrupted by the entrance of the bride's-maid, with present honor and prospective pleasure. She had at first voted most warmly in favor of Cheltenham, as the scene of the wedding excursion; but the bridegroom having with equal consideration and good taste assigned her a companion in office, a charming young man, inasmuch as he was in uniform and unmarried, she was now perfectly contented that they should journey to the Lakes.

"What! not ready yet?" was her exclamation on entering the room; " and the carriage waiting, and the luggage fastened on, and George asking for you every instant. Oh, my dear, what is the good of making such a fuss; if you were going to die you could but be unhappy you know! Come, take my arm, and let me set you an example; there, I never saw you look so well, never! We shall have a charming excursion; I seem as if I had known Captain B- ten years; now, no more tears, I beg; every one has been paying you such compliments, and George is so proud of you, and I have been talking about you to the Dickenses, till they are ready to die with spite!


Thus re-assured, the bride suffered herself to be comforted; and she was again led into the drawing-room, the very model of graceful resignation. To have looked at her, none but the most uncharitable would have supposed that she herself had ever entertained the slightest wish to become a bride. Love, marriage, and decoration, might all have been the result of mere accident and surprise. Her mother consigned her to her husband as the "best of daughters;" and he of course received her as 66 an invaluable treasure." Every one came forward to say something equally appropriate and delightful, till it appeared that so suitable, so auspicious, so every way happy a union, had never occurred in the annals of matrimony. At length, the bride, with becoming slowness ascended the carriage, the bride'smaid, having less dignity to support, moved after her at a quicker pace, the gentlemen took their appointed stations, heads were bowed, and handkerchiefs displayed, the carriage drove off-and thus commenced the first act of the WEDDING EXCURSION.

But before we proceed, a word about the happy couple, and wedding excursions in general.

The present bride was devoted to dress, fashion, and gaiety. She had accepted her first offer because it was a good one, and

she became attached because she was going to be married. Love and lutestring had, for the last few months, occupied her mind in pretty equal proportions; and her thoughts had been quite as much given to the artists who were to furnish her wedding paraphernalia, as to the husband elect, on whom would depend the happiness or misery of her married life. The gentleman was a good-natured, good-looking young man ; not over-burdened with talent and feeling, but one who could make himself sufficiently agreeable amongst common-place people, and talk sufficiently well on all common-place topics. Had his bride-elect jilted him, it would not, perhaps, have broken his heart; nevertheless, he believed her to be a very charming young woman, and was fully resolved to make her a good husband. The love which subsisted between these "betrothed," was of that kind on which hundreds and thousands live to their lives' end, and are what the world call uncommonly happy." Possessing absolutely nothing of that depth and delicacy which gives to the sentiment a hallowed character, their love, aided by the occupations and pleasures of society, maintains a bustling existence; but it is ill-suited to retirement: the world is its home, and there only can it have its being.


With regard to wedding excursions, we would suggest the propriety of suiting the places visited to the parties who visit. Intellect, as well as heart,—reason, in addition to love, is requisite in those who venture upon seclusion and fine scenery. When the first pleasurable impression is worn off, the devotees of artificial life sigh for worldly haunts and congenial spirits. They grow tired of the lakes, and disgusted with Bolton Abbey itself. Two common-minded persons may converse agreeably in a crowd, and yet be reduced to bankruptcy when thrown upon nature and each other. Deprived of their usual topics, their conversation languishes into "question, the reply, and the rejoinder;' ennui ensues, and those who fancied they could love in a desert, discover that they could love much better in the world. And yet, paradoxical as it may seem, those very causes (idleness and seclusion), which ofttimes induce a diminution of romantic feeling between a married pair, as often induce it in the minds of two who are disengaged; although they too be unintellectual, and deficient in genuine sensibility We pretend not to argue this position; but merely to assert and illustrate its general truth.

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About a fortnight had elapsed, since the auspicious day with which this paper commenced; during which period, our bridal party had visited much of the scenery of the north: with what effect, the following conversation will evidence.

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"Don't know, indeed, my dear. I suppose Band Sophia have planned an excursion somewhere: and again the bridegroom closed his silence with a yawn.


"I think we must have seen everything, at least I feel as if we had," observed his companion; don't you think, love, a set of colored views gives one just as good an idea of these places as coming to see them? "




Exactly; but then there's the wish I had brought my flute and fishing tackle with me ; B- is not half such good company as I expected-"

"And Sophia," interrupted the bride," is most exceedingly inattentive. I wish we had gone to Cheltenham; what are we to do if there comes another wet day?"

Why, you know, my dear," said her husband, "I told you what would happen. These places are only pleasant when you have a large party with you."

"Indeed, George, you are quite right; and I wish with all my heart we were at home.'


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sent, and I'll take you down to Cheltenham for a week or two, when our bustle is over at home; I should like that trip myself."

The bride was in ecstacies. "And will you, really? Oh, I am quite happy. I will write to my mother to night, and we will leave this stupid place to-morrow; dear, good, kind, indulgent creature! but won't you alter your mind, George," said she, suddenly stopping in her praises, you really will take me to Cheltenham-and stylishly? Oh, we shall be so happy; let us go and tell our companions."


Whilst this conjugal dialogue took place without doors, the bride's-maid, and her brother in office, stationed at the inn window, which commanded a view of the same scene, held a conference in a very different strain. We shall merely give its close; informing the reader that the parts we omit related to taste, friendship, Moore's Melodies, happiness, quadrilles, and the last new novel. ?'

"Who could ever tire of this scenery exclaimed the young lady, with enthusiasm. "Not in such society," replied her companion; "I shall never have such another fortnight."

"Impossible! we can never have been out a whole fortnight; it has not appeared a week."

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With a quick sense of propriety, the young lady immediately changed the conversation; and directed her companion's attention to the blueness of the sky, the shadows upon the mountains, and the little boats upon the water.

They were interrupted, to receive the information with which the reader is already acquainted. The change of plans did not, as he will readily imagine, meet with their approval; and it was with very different feelings that the bride and bride's-maid sat down to write their respective letters; the former to her mother, the latter to a most intimate friend. We subjoin extracts from both.


Indeed, my dear mother, if I were to be mar ried a hundred times, I would neither come to this country, nor travel with a bride's-maid. Both

Sophia and Captain B are extremely illbred, and are so taken up with each other, that they pay George and myself scarcely any attention. I suspect they intend to have a wedding excursion of their own before long. There is very little company here this season, at least what I call company; and good clothes are quite thrown away, for if you get caught in a shower whilst exploring, it is very uncertain whether you can shelter; and if you can, the cottages are poor paltry places. They are real cottages. By the way, how came we all to forget that the races were so much earlier this year? George is extremely vexed, as he wishes to see L.'s horse run; and as there will be no other ball before the winter assemblies commence, I think it would be a thousand pities to lose this opportunity of making my appearance. It is my own private opinion that Sophia will be a bride before winter, and of course I should not like to see myself superseded. We have therefore decided to shorten our excursion, and you may expect us home in a few days. George regrets as much as I do, that we should have come to this out-of-theworld country. Captain B- and Sophia seem to find it delightful, but I think they are very romantic, and know nothing of the world. Love and a cottage are, as you have so often remarked, perfectly ridiculous. I have no doubt that George and I shall enjoy much rational happiness; our opinions coincide on all important points, and he has promised to take me to Cheltenham when our visiting bustle is over. The morning I left home, I was too much agitated to observe it, but I find my travelling pelisse disgracefully made. George's acquaintances and mine will, when added together, make such a large circle, that I am not exceedingly anxious for new friends, unless they are particularly stylish people; for I am convinced that the happiness of young married persons chiefly depends upon the choice of company. Be sure give my best love to all the Johnsons and Dickenses, and tell them what a charming excursion we have had, and how happy I am. I believe I have now said everything of consequence. Pray remember about the ball fringe, and with my best love, in which George joins, believe me, my dear mother,

"Your affectionate child, "MARY ANNE "P.S. You may depend on seeing us in four days, at the farthest. I would not stay an hour longer than necessity compels me."

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which we are obliged to entertain each other. Is it not provoking that our happy couple should have determined to return home immediately, for the sake of those horrid races, and that abominable ball? Captain B- regrets, as much as I do, this change in our plans; for, as he justly remarks, we shall have no pleasure in conversing in a crowd. Pray do not suppose I have a reason for my regret; I hope you know me too well to suppose I could be guilty of the impropriety of falling in love with a person whom I have known only a fortnight. I may own without a blush, that I am attached to the country; and that if I were to be married a hundred times, it should be the scene of my wedding excursion. I need not remind you who should be my bride's-maid. But I must conclude. Captain B- interrupts me, to solicit one farewell ramble before we leave these enchanting scenes-perhaps forever. Believe me, unalterably yours, "SOPHIA."

"And now, my dear friend, you will give credit to my assurance, that Mr. and Mrs. are utterly insensible to the charms of this earthly paradise! Excursions which have enraptured Captain B and myself, have overwhelmed them with ennui; and though I am sure we have behaved towards them with the greatest tact and delicacy, never intruding upon their tête-a-têtes, joining them in their rambles, or endeavoring in the least to divert their attention from each other, they are evidently displeased with us. How different are tastes! They are perpetually sighing for noisy pleasures and vulgar gaiety; whilst we are contented with a solitary walk or ride, during

The reader will anticipate the result of this farewell ramble. It was twilight,— the witching hour of romance; the breeze Just kissed the lake; just stirred the trees. The moon was too well-bred to withhold her influence on such an occasion- whilst here and there a modest star peeped forth, like an attendant spirit; the birds sung their Vesper carols—the air was mingled balm and The conversation we do not disclose; but music-everything tended to a love-scene. when the ramblers returned to the inn, the young lady retired, to erase from her letter the passage on the impropriety of falling in love in a fortnight; and to add in a postscript, that she was engaged to be married. Captain B-- found the " happy couple" where he had left them, with this change in their occupations-that the bridegroom having pared his nails, was whistling a waltz; and that the bride, having finished her letter, had taken up an old newspaper.

Thus ended a wedding excursion; in the course of which, two of the same party fell out of love, and the remaining two fell in. What effect a return into the world produced upon their respective feelings, we leave as a problem to be solved by the sagacious

The following are the closing remarks con- reader. tained in the bride's-maid's epistle :


TRUE WIT is like the brilliant stone
Dug from Golconda's mine;
Which boasts two various powers in one-
To cut as well as shine.

GENIUS, like that, if polish'd right,

With the same gifts abounds;
Appears at once both keen and bright,
And sparkles while it wounds.

LIFE.-The hyphen between matter and spirit.


The Emperor Moth.-I have been much struck by the remarkable fact, recorded in your last by "Puss," in connection with this moth. It puzzles me, quite as much as it does the other entomologists spoken of by your correspondent: I must confess I never before met with a similar circumstance. It is not a very uncommon thing among the "Bombyx tribe," for two caterpillars to envelop themselves in one common covering: that is, the two caterpillars will make one large cocoon, and at the proper period, out of this one cocoon two moths will appear. But then, the chrysalides of the two moths are to be found. This has oc

curred to myself more than once. That two moths should proceed from one single chrysalis is most remarkable; and I certainly have never witnessed anything of the kind. I hope "Puss" has preserved both the chrysalis and the cocoon; as also both of the moths. They would be very pleasing mementoes of a very curious fact. I always preserve specimens of the chrysalides, the cocoons, and the eggs; and have quite an interesting collection of this kind; indeed, many cases full of them. It is very interesting either for reference or comparison. I trust that "Puss" is not going to abandon the delightful and interesting study of the insect world; and I hope that she will continue to watch closely their singular changes and transformations. There is scarcely any study which is more gratifying to a contemplative mind.-BOMBYX ATLAS.

Had the circumstances connected with this "Emperor Moth" been communicated to us by a party unknown to us, we should have hesitated before we gave them insertion. But the veracity of "Puss" is far beyond suspicion. Her regard for truth, rules every action of her life. So pure a lover of nature is she, and so very close an observer of all that is interesting in the animal, vegetable, and mineral kingdoms, that her conscience would be wounded were she to over-color or exaggerate any simple facts that might present themselves. The freaks of nature are sometimes very puzzling, and quite defy any attempt at explanation. This is evidently one of them. We feel these few observations to be called for, under the circumstances.]

Canaries "sitting" whilst travelling by Rail, c-In the Spring of 1850, I had occasion to move from Dawlish to Kingsbridge, a pair of canary birds. This was at a time when the hen was sitting on four eggs. The first part of the journey was performed by railway; the last nine miles by coach, or rather omnibus, over a rough hilly road. The cage containing my little pets rested on the lap of one or other of the party during the journey; but you may imagine I had little hope that the eggs would remain uninjured. However, the birds were tame; and being in wellknown company, the little hen sat closely the whole time, and when she had been one week at Kingsbridge became the happy mother of three fine birds, all of which throve nicely. One I have now, amongst twenty others; but, strange to say, when about a year old, she lost one eye, without any apparent cause. The eye has sunk, and the lid is closed over it. The father of this bird lost an eye whilst suffering from a severe illness (this

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Hempseed as Food for Goldfinches.-The presiding goddess of my home, says, Mr. Editor, that much as she relishes and enjoys your articles on song-birds,-yet must she demur to your dictum with respect to the sparing use of hempseed. She has a very favorite goldfinch, which was reared

a cage; he has lived in it six years at least, and during the whole time has been fed upon hempseed and green food alone. Nor will he eat anything else, although often tried in accordance with your recommendations. He is a first-rate songster, toujours heureux, toujours gai," and has always enjoyed most excellent health. How do you account for this? Will this one instance at all affect your general advice, or do you consider it an exception to the general rule ?-JOHN GARLAND, Dorchester.

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[Hempseed is always objectionable when its use can be dispensed with. It assists in shortening the lives of all birds. Yet is it beneficial at certain times, used in homoeopathic combination with canary, flax, and rape. It is moreover fatal to the fine, gaudy plumage of a goldfinch; or the rich color of a bullfinch. It makes the latter quite a dingy brown. We still adhere to our principles; and would always recommend the general use of the three seeds mentioned, excluding hempseed, except as a medicine. In this case, as the bird is hearty, it would be unwise to change his diet. Yet is hempseed far too heating for summer food. A little egg and sponge-cake should be occasionally given as a treat, and the bird should be allowed a bath daily.]

The Chemistry of Nature.-An attentive observer of nature must often be struck with surprise, when he sees the indifference with which the majority of mankind pass by her wonderful changes. To these, the most inexplicable performances of so-called magicians bear no comparison; and it may perhaps be interesting to the readers of OUR JOURNAL, to note one or two of the most remarkable in plants and animals. It will undoubtedly astonish many, to be told that the great fabric of the animal and vegetable kingdoms which meet our eye, have been built up entirely from gases and water; and these, in most cases, colorless. Even the brown and solid trunks of gigantic forest trees, which have stood the shock of ages, were composed originally of substances, as apparently immaterial. This, although strange, is true; for plants derive nourishment exclusively from gaseous and liquid products, no solid probably being ever absorbed. Animals subsist chiefly on the organised tissues of plants, or on each other. The four chief nutritive bodies required by plants, are carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, and oxygen; and these must be in a certain state of alteration or modification; as in air, carbonic acid, ammonia, &c. These gaseous bodies are mostly dissolved the rain, in its passage downwards to the earth; and there absorbed by the fibrilla of the roots. In the minute cells of

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