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of twenty. It might be doubted whether it were not better for ten to live, and be well fed, than for twenty to be born, and to be halfstarved.'

"To encourage manufactures in my town of Glenthorn, I proposed putting a clause in my leases, compelling my tenants to buy stuffs and linens manufactured at Glenthorn, and nowhere else. Stubborn M'Leod, as usual, began with—

"I doubt whether that will not encourage the manufacturers at Glenthorn to make bad stuffs and bad linen, since they are sure of a sale, and without danger of competition.'

"At all events I thought my tenants would grow rich and independent if they made every thing at home that they wanted: yet Mr. M'Leod perplexed me by his

"Doubt whether it would not be better for a man to buy shoes, if he could buy them cheaper than he could make them. He added something about the division of labor, and 'Smith's Wealth of Nations.' To which I could only answer, 'Smith's a Scotchman.'

"I cannot express how much I dreaded Mr. M'Leod's I doubt, and it may be doubted."

The following extracts are taken from her "Practical Education:"

ON PRUDENCE.

In the education of girls, we must teach them much more caution than is necessary to boys: their prudence must be more the result of reasoning than of experiment; they must trust to the experience of others; they cannot always have recourse to what ought to be; they must adapt themselves to what is. They cannot rectify the material mistakes in their conduct. Timidity, a certain tardiness of decision, and reluctance to act in public situations, are not considered as defects in a woman's character; her pausing prudence does not, to a man of discernment, denote imbecility; but appears to him the graceful, auspicious characteristic of female virtue. There is always more probability that women should endanger their own happiness by precipitation, than by forbearance. Promptitude of choice is seldom expected from the female sex; they should avail themselves of the leisure that is permitted to them for reflection. "Begin nothing of which you have not considered the end," was the piece of advice for which the Eastern sultan paid a purse of gold, the price set upon it by a sage. The monarch did not repent of his purchase. This maxim should be engraved upon the memory of our female pupils, by the repeated lessons of education. We should, even in trifles, avoid every circumstance which can tend to make girls venturesome; which can encourage them to trust their good fortune, instead of relying on their own prudence.

EDUCATION OF FEMALES.

It will be sufficient to profess the distinct opinion which a longer consideration of the subject has yet more fully confirmed, That it will tend to the happiness of society in general, that women should have their understandings cultivated and enlarged as much as possible; that the happiness of domestic life, the virtues and the powers of pleasing in the female sex, the yet more desirable power of attaching those worthy of their love and esteem, will be increased by the judicious cultivation of the female understanding, more than by all that modern gallantry or ancient chivalry could devise in favor of the sex. Much prudence and ability are requisite to conduct properly a young woman's literary education. Her imagination must not be raised above the taste for necessary occupations, or the numerous small, but not trifling, pleasures of domestic life; her mind must be enlarged, yet the delicacy of her manners must be preserved; her knowledge must be various, and her powers of reasoning unawed by authority; yet she must habitually feel that nice sense of propriety, which is at once the guard and the charm of every feminine virtue. By early caution-unremitting, scrupulous caution in the choice of the books which are put into the hands of girls, a mother, or a preceptress, may fully occupy and entertain her pupils, and excite in their minds a taste for propriety, as well as a taste for literature. It cannot be necessary to add more than this general idea, that a mother ought to be answerable to her daughter's husband for the books her daughter had read, as well as for the company she had kept.

ECONOMY.

Economy in women is an essential domestic virtue. Some women have a foolish love of expensive baubles; a taste which a very little care, probably, in their early education might have prevented. We are told that when a collection of three hundred and fifty pounds was made for the celebrated Cuzzona, to save her from absolute want, she immediately laid out two hundred pounds of the money in the purchase of a shell-cap, which was then in fashion. Prudent mothers will avoid showing any admiration of pretty trinkets before their young daughters; and they will oppose the ideas of utility and durability to the mere caprice of fashion, which creates a taste for beauty, as it were, by proclamation. "Such a thing is pretty, but it is of no use. Such a thing is pretty, but it will soon wear out"-a mother may say; and she should prove the truth of her assertions to her pupils.

MUSIC AS AN ACCOMPLISHMENT.

Out of the prodigious number of young women who learn music and drawing, for instance, how many are there who, after they have become mistresses of their own time, and after they have the choice of their own amusements, continue to practise these accomplishments for the pure pleasure of occupation? As soon as a young lady is married, does she not frequently discover that "she really has not leisure to cultivate talents which take up so much time?" Does she not complain of the labor of practising four or five hours a day, to keep up her musical character? What motive has she for perseverance? She is, perhaps, already tired of playing to all her acquaintance. She may really take pleasure in hearing good music; but her own performance will not, then, please her ear so much as that of many others. She will prefer the more indolent pleasure of hearing the best music that can be heard for money at public concerts. She will then, of course, leave off playing, but continue very fond of music. How often is the labor of years thus lost for ever!

BERNARD BARTON, 1784-1849.

BERNARD BARTON, the celebrated Quaker poet, was born near London in 1784, and in 1806 removed to Woodbridge, where he shortly afterward married, and was left a widower at the birth of his only child, who now survives him. In 1810, he entered as clerk in the banking-house of the Messrs. Alexander, where he officiated almost to the day of his death. There is very little of incident in his private life. He had for some time previous to his death been afflicted with disease of the heart. On the day of his death he appeared as well as usual; but, evon after going into his chamber at night, he rang the bell for his servant, who, on entering the room, found him in an easy chair panting for breath, and his medical attendant arrived only to see him breathe his last, on the 19th of February, 1849.

Bernard Barton is known to the world as the author of much pleasing, amiable, and pious poetry, animated by fine feeling and fancy, and delighting in subjects of a domestic and moral character. He sang of what he loved-the domestic virtues in man, and the quiet pastoral scenes in nature; and no one can read his poetry without feeling it to be the production of one of a chastened imagination, pure moral feeling, and who sympathized with all that tends to elevate and bless man. His works are full of passages of natural tenderness; and his religious poems, while they are animated with a warmth of devotion, are still expressed with that subdued propriety of language which evinces at once a correctness of taste and feeling. His first volume of poetry was published in 1811, and he con

tinued to write till near the close of life, his poems filling seven or eight volumes. His "Household Verses," a collection of fugitive pieces, published in 1845, contains, perhaps, more of his personal feelings than any previous publication; but much of his poetry remains unpublished in the hands of his friends. A few years before his death, he received a pension of one hundred pounds, conferred upon him by the queen, during the premiership of Sir Robert Peel.

To those of his own neighborhood, Barton was known as a most amiable, genial, charitable man-of pure, unaffected piety; the good neighbor-the cheerful companion-the welcome guest-the hospitable host. Whether at his official

place in the bank, or in the domestic circle, he was the same pleasant man, and had the same manners to all; always equally frank, genial, and communicative: and as he was charitable toward all, so he was beloved by all, of whatever creed, party, or condition in life.

SPIRITUAL WORSHIP.

Though glorious, O God! must thy temple have been,
On the day of its first dedication,

When the cherubim's wings widely waving were seen,
On high, o'er the ark's holy station;

When even the chosen of Levi, though skill'd

To minister standing before Thee,

Retired from the cloud which the temple then fill'd,
And thy glory made Israel adore Thee;

Though awfully grand was thy majesty then;
Yet the worship thy gospel discloses,

Less splendid in pomp to the vision of men,
Far surpasses the ritual of Moses.

And by whom was that ritual for ever repeal'd
But by Him, unto whom it was given

To enter the Oracle, where is reveal'd,

Not the cloud, but the brightness of heaven?—

Who, having once enter'd, hath shown us the way,
O Lord! how to worship before Thee;

Not with shadowy forms of that earlier day,
But in spirit and truth to adore Thee!

This, this is the worship the Saviour made known,
When she of Samaria found Him

By the patriarch's well sitting weary, alone,
With the stillness of noontide around Him.

How sublime, yet how simple, the homage He taught,

To her who inquired by that fountain,

If Jehovah at Solyma's shrine would be sought,

Or adored on Samaria's mountain.

1 Read "lections from his Poems and Letters, with a Memoir," edited by his daughter. Also, "Gentleman's Magazine" for November, 1849.

"Woman! believe me, the hour is near,

When He, if ye rightly would hail Him,
Will neither be worshipp'd exclusively here,
Nor yet at the altar of Salem.

"For God is a spirit; and they who aright
Would perform the pure worship He loveth,
In the heart's holy temple will seek, with delight,
That spirit the Father approveth."

A CHRISTIAN IS THE HIGHEST STYLE OF MAN "Homo sum, humani nihil a me alienum puto!"

A noble thought! and worthy to awake,

From Rome's proud senate, in her palmy days, Both for the orator's and nature's sake, O'erwhelming echoes of accordant praise.

"I am a man! and therefore to my heart
Think nothing human alien e'er can be;
That sense of union can enough impart

Of weal or woe to make it dear to me!"
And, truly, in such bond of brotherhood,
To those who estimate its hidden might,
Enough is seen, and felt, and understood,
For human hearts to own its hallow'd right.
But while I pay my homage to his soul,
Who thus humanity could broadly scan;
And, looking only at their mighty whole,
Do honor to the natural rights of man;

I can but feel-a Christian, by his faith,
May humbly stand upon yet higher ground;
And feel to all who live by vital breath

In a still dearer brotherhood fast bound!

Is he a follower of The Crucified

The Nazarene who died that all might live?

In that one bond of union is implied

More than the Roman creed could ever give.

That would but link, by human sympathy,
The noble speaker to his fellow-man;
But this makes known a closer unity

Than proud philosophy had power to scan.
There needs no more to knit in closest thrall,
Beyond what Greek or Roman ever knew,
Than this-"One common Saviour died for all!
And rose again-to prove his mission true!"

This, of itself, has a more hallowing leaven
Than human sympathy can e'er confer;
Because its loftier hopes are link'd with heaven,
And God's own word is its interpreter !

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