ture" to the " Winter-piece" which is soon 

 about to commence in right earnest. And 

 now, good friends, let us give you a bit of 

 good advice — not any the worse for having 

 been given before. Instead of crowding 

 round large fires, and half baking yourselves, 

 go abroad for a walk, when the weather per- 

 mits ; and so create a wholesome circulation 

 of the blood. Just now, people are martyrs 

 to colds, coughs, asthma, rheumatism, corns, 

 bunions, &c, &c. ; and they coddle them- 

 selves in hot apartments till they become a 

 terror to themselves, and a positive nuisance 

 to their neighbors. You may hear them 

 groan and " bark," from the top of the house 

 to the bottom. 



Let your apparel be suitable to the sea- 

 son, not too heavy nor too scanty ; and let 

 your feet be strongly shod. Never mind a 

 pretty foot — " Ease before elegance" is an ad- 

 mirable motto. If a man loves you, fair mai- 

 dens, " because" you have a pretty foot, or 

 a drawing-room complexion, he is not worth 

 the having. Turn your back proudly upon 

 him, and seek a sensible wooer, — one, fair 

 s el, who 



"Loves thee for thyself." 



Such a man will study your health ; and the 

 welfare of your mind and body. You know 

 what enemies we are to the superficial ; and 

 cannot therefore wonder at our earnestness to 

 make converts to common sense, and conse- 

 quent happiness. Verbum sat. 



We want to begin to say something about 

 Christmas, and the coming holiday-season ; 

 but to-day we must hold our hand. The 

 month has only just dawned upon us ; but 

 every week will bring us nearer to that social 

 time when we shall again intermingle with 

 our friends and relations, and exchange with 

 them new vows of unceasing affection. If 

 their hearts are as warm as ours, we shall 

 not have to do much more than meet and 

 embrace. 



Meantime, let us not lose sight for one 

 moment of the past blessings of the year ; 

 nor fail to behold how everything is progress- 

 ing, in due order, towards the close. The 

 world is full of wonders ; and the more minute- 

 ly we investigate them, the more shall we love 

 God and each other : — 



What prodigies can power divine perform, 

 More grand than it produces year by year, — 

 And all in sight of inattentive Man! 

 Familiar with the effect, we slight the cause ; 

 And in the constancy of nature's course, 

 The regular return of genial months, 

 And renovation of a faded world, 

 Sec nought to wonder at ! This should not he. 



All we behold is miracle; bat seen 

 So duly, all is miracle in vain. . 

 Where now the vital energy that moved 

 While summer was ; the pure and subtle lymph 



Through the imperceptible meandering veins 



Of leaf and flow'r ? It sleeps; and the icy touch 



Of unprolific winter has impressed 



A cold stagnation on the intestine tide. 



But let the months go round — a few short months, 



And all shall be restored. 



Here is a prospect worth living for. Let us 

 in the interim introduce and cultivate the 

 seasonable acquaintance of those three lovely 

 sisters, — " Faith, Hope, and Charity !" 



The dreary Month of November has 

 PASSED. " Old Time," with his sickle, has 

 been very busy in reducing our numbers and 

 thinning our ranks. Very many who viewed 

 the ushering in of the month, in the rude en- 

 joyment of health, are now gathered to their 

 fathers, and remembered only as among " the 

 things that were." 



This is the perpetual change to which we 

 mortals are subject. We unwittingly hasten 

 on our own deaths. We covet pleasure as 

 the " one great good," — we pursue it with 

 greediness. The "enjoyment" is procured. 

 It fades in an hour. Again we pursue it, — 

 again Ave grasp a phantom ! 



We ventured a few remarks in a former 

 number, on the madness of our fellow men — 

 whose determination to be present at the 

 Funeral orgies of the " Great Duke," and his 

 lying in state, stood paramount above their 

 regard for the preservation of life and limb. 

 We wish much that we had been a false pro- 

 phet ; and that our view of human nature 

 had been morbidly incorrect, — disproved by 

 facts. Alas, no ! Let us treasure up as a 

 fearful warning, what has so lately happened ; 

 and let such of us as are yet alive and unin- 

 jured, be thankful for our preservation ; 

 and made wiser for the future. Parents can 

 hardly be said to discharge their duties faith- 

 fully, who permit children to have their own 

 way, — particularly in a matter wherein their 

 inclination is likely to blind them to the 

 sense of danger. Many a man who has 

 lost a child, or a wife, during the recent exhi- 

 bition of the " Duke's Puppet-show "(from suf- 

 focation by the rabble,) is now left to bewail 

 his short-sightedness, and to mourn over his 

 bereavement caused by the want of firmness. 

 Alas ! too well knows he now, that he him- 

 self is most to blame, for not having ex- 

 ercised his lawful authority. We repeat it — 

 the world is little better than "mad" on 

 many points. On " one" point — pleasure, it is 

 rabidly mad. We saw enough, during the 

 ever memorable days of November 12 — 18, 

 to bear us out in the assertion — that in Eng- 

 land, life is remorselessly perilled in pursuit 

 of pleasure (falsely so called). Women, 

 loaded with finery, were seen rushing and 

 pushing foremost among the crowd. They 

 were robbed and plundered — of course. This 

 was " nothing." They were cruelly pushed, 



