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of uneasiness and disgust ; I came, I went, I re- 

 turned without pleasure ; yet if by any means I 

 passed by the usual time of my going thither, I 

 was remarkably uneasy, and was not quiet till I 

 had got into my old track. They who use snuff, 

 take it almost without being sensible that they take 

 it, and the acute sense of smell is deadened, so as 

 to feel hardly anything from so sharp a stimulus ; 

 yet deprive the snuff-taker of his box, and he is 

 the most uneasy mortal in the world. — Burke. 



Affections. — It appears unaccountable that 

 our teachers generally have directed their instruc- 

 tions to the heady with very little attention to the 

 heart. From Aristotle down to Locke, books 

 without number have been composed for culti- 

 vating and improving the understanding; but few, 

 in proportion, for cultivating and improving the 

 affections. 



The Busy World. — People who live amid 

 the hurry and the bustle of large cities, are seldom 

 able to study the various shades of human cha- 

 racter, like those who, having fewer objects to 

 divert their attention, have also more time to 

 observe. In great cities people come and go. 

 You do not meet the same face perhaps more 

 than once a-year, and then, except that time may 

 have underlined the stronger features, the face is 

 dressed exactly in the same manner. The same 

 smiles, the same expression, whether it be born 

 of pain or pleasure, and, it may be, the same 

 phrase is repeated, either in the way of question 

 or reply; for those greetings are all generally 

 alike . In the busy world your sympathies have 

 no time to take root — the wheel revolves, the 

 kaleidoscope is shaken, you forget and are for- 

 gotten ; the more wide your field of observation, 

 the less leisure you have for thought ; you know 

 of a moral certainty that every creature you meet 

 has a distinct and positive character of his or her 

 own ; you know, too, they dwell in your memory 

 only as black, brown, or fair. 



Colors in Ladies' Dress. — Incongruity 

 may be frequently observed in the adoption of 

 colors without reference to their accordance 

 with the complexion or stature of the wearer. 

 We continually see a light blue bonnet and 

 flowers surrounding a sallow countenance, or a 

 pink opposed to one of a glowing red; a pale 

 complexion associated with canary or lemon 

 yellow, or one of delicate red and white rendered 

 almost colorless by the vicinity of deep red. Now, 

 if the lady with the sallow complexion had worn a 

 transparent white bonnet, or if the lady with the 

 glowing red complexion had lowered it by means 

 of a bonnet of a deeper red color; if the pale 

 lady had improved the cadaverous hue of her 

 countenance by surrounding it with pale green, 

 which, by contrast, would have suffused it with 

 a delicate pink hue, or had the face 



" Whose red and white 

 Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on," 



been arrayed in a light blue, or light green, or in 

 a transparent white bonnet, with blue or pink 

 flowers on the inside, how different, and how 

 much more agreeable would have been the impres- 

 sion on the spectator ! How frequently again do 

 we see the dimensions of a tall and embonpoint 

 figure magnified to almost Brobdignagian pro- 

 portions by a white dress, or a small woman re- 



duced to Lilliputian size by a black dress ! Now, 

 as the optical effect of white is to enlarge objects, 

 and that of black to diminish them, if the large 

 woman had been dressed in black, and the small 

 woman in white, the apparent size of each would 

 have approached the ordinary stature, and the 

 former would not have appeared a giantess, or 

 the latter a dwarf. — Mrs. Merrifield. 



GOOD TEMPER. 



By Charles Swain. 



There's not a cheaper thing on earth, 



Nor yet one half so dear ; 

 'Tis worth more than distinguish' d birth. 



Or thousands gain'd a year. 

 It lends the day a new delight ; 



'Tis virtue's firmest shield; 

 And adds new beauty to the night 



Than all the stars may yield. 



It maketh poverty content ; 



To sorrow whispers peace ; 

 It is a gift from Heaven sent 



Far mortals to increase. 

 It meets you with a smile at morn ; 



It lulls you to repose ; 

 A flower for peer and peasant born, 



An everlasting rose. 



A charm to banish grief away, 

 To snatch the brow from care; 



Turns tears to smiles, makes dulness gay- 

 Spreads gladness everywhere ; 



And yet 'tis cheap as summer-dew, 

 That gems the lily's breast; 



A talisman for love, as true 

 As ever man possess'd. 



As smiles the rainbow through the cloud 



When threat'ning storm begins — 

 As music 'mid the tempest loud, 



That still its sweet way wins — 

 As springs an arch across the tide, 



Where waves conflicting foam, 

 So comes this seraph to our side, 



This angel of our home. 



What may this wond'rous spirit be, 



With power unheard before — 

 This charm, this bright divinity ? 



Good temper — nothing more ! 

 Good temper ; — 'tis the choicest gift 



That woman homeward brings; 

 It can the poorest peasant lift 



To bliss unknown to kings. 



Flowers and the Fair Sex. 



Flowers are prettily said to be " terrestrial 

 stars, that bring down Heaven to earth and carry 

 up our thoughts from earth to Heaven."— 

 Woman, lovely woman, has been still more pret- 

 tily defined as " something between a flower and 

 an angel." Having both these "gifts" to glad- 

 den us, — what happy, merry fellows we Men 

 ought to be ! 



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