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MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND EMILY NEWSPAPER. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
GLIMPSES II\ T THE “ OLD COLONY.” 
BY MRS. M. W. II. 
No- IV—Early Scenes Revisited. 
When young persons visit their homos, 
after tin absence of a few years, it is always 
with the hope of meeting their friends and 
enjoying all the pleasures of social reunion; 
and if a few of the familiar faces of dear 
ones whom they were wont to see, are 
missed from the circle, porchanco they drop 
a tear and ask 
“ Who hath not lost a friend ? 
There is no union here of hearts, 
That hath not here an end 1” 
And soon tho vortex of human activity 
swallows up tho remembrance. But when 
older people, who havo been sobered by 
earnest wrestling with the cares and duties 
of life, return to tho placo of their nativity 
after long years of absence, they not only 
onjoy a renewal of youthful friendships, but 
feel a melancholy satisfaction in visiting 
those quiet l-esting places, where so many 
of the fathers and mothers whom they 
know in childhood, as well as their former 
associates, so calmly sleep “ thaQsleep that 
knows no waking.” 
With such feelings, I recently set out one 
summer morning to spond a day among tho 
old burial grounds of my native town. My 
footsteps instinctively turned to that con¬ 
secrated spot among tho pines, to which 
in childhood I frequently followed tho re¬ 
mains of dearly loved friends. Beneath the 
shade of those venerable pines, rests all that 
is earthly of my Mother. All too early for 
tho happiness of lior little ones, was that 
sainted mother called home. This place, 
gloomy as it was, becamo the favorite haunt 
of my early days. Whilst sitting in their 
shade, 
Oft did I list, till every breeze 
That sighed among those dear old trees, 
To my sad spirit seemed to say, 
“ Now, in thy spring-time soar away. 
Ere sin hath spread for the its toil, 
Or thou shall struggle in the coil 
That binds, as with a thousand strings, 
Immortal mind, to mortal things.” 
Then would that blest one's shade arise. 
And pass before my mist-clad eyes, 
The hopes, the joys, the griefs and tears, 
Full sure to come, with coming years — 
Would hid me bear the humble part. 
With full integrity of heart, 
Assigned by my Creator’s will, 
Upon life's “fitful stage” to fill — 
Then meekly give my dust to earth, 
My soul to God who gave it birth. 
Lot us pass on to another of those old 
burial places, which has boon suffered to 
bccomo overgrown with briars and bushes, 
so that wo can scai'cely find an upright 
monument. Here are indeed some few 
tolerably preserved : let us put aside this 
bramble and see who occupies this narrow 
bed, for beneath tho overgrown moss wo 
decipher 
“ The sweet remembrance of the just. 
Shall flourish when they sleep in dust.” 
By scraping off a little more of tho moss, 
we find it is the grave of Dr. Ariel How¬ 
ard, who was born 1704 and died 1777. 
This was the groat-grand father of a poet* 
whoso name is dear to ovory American 
heart. Dr. II. .was a graduate of “ Old 
Hanard” in tho class of 1728, the first man 
in Bridgewater who received a collegiate 
education. Near by, in this “corner ob¬ 
scure and alono,” rests one of his daughters, 
who was quito celebrated in early life for 
tho quantity and beauty of her needle-work. 
Being born in 1748, instead of 1848, she had 
no advantages of buying materials with pat¬ 
terns ready drawn, as wo now can, but was 
compelled not only to originate the patterns, 
spin and dye tho different shades of thread 
to work with, hut to manufacture from tho 
raw flax or wool, tho fabric to receivo the 
beautiful creations of her brain. I have in 
my possession a portion of a suit of linen 
bed-curtains manufactured and embroidered 
by her about 1705. I think this specimen 
worthy of a place in tho State Fair, to re¬ 
mind us of tho superior advantages wo en¬ 
joy, as well as to show what obstacles per¬ 
severance and industry will overcome. Its 
substantial and durable character is strik¬ 
ingly illustrative of tho people, and tho 
times when a good thing, once obtained, 
did not go out of fashion with tho next ar¬ 
rival from France. 
Wo can rosort to no places that toll more 
emphatically of improvement and progress 
than tho various localities where lio the 
dead of tho last two hundred years. I am 
told that almost within tho shade of the 
towering trees of Mt. Auburn, may at this 
moment bo seen large flat stones, that wero 
drawn thither by oxen to cover tho graves 
of the dead, to prevent tho wolves from 
digging up the remains. 
Let us rejoice that, notwithstanding tho 
lightning speed which characterizes all tho 
undertakings of tho prosont day, wo find 
* William Cullen Bry&at. 
time to pause and strow flowers on the 
ashes of tho dead. It would seem that in 
former times, the most gloomy and least 
valued spot was selected in which to hide 
the dead out of sight. An improved taste 
is fast making our cemeteries tho most at¬ 
tractive features in tho country. They are 
becoming the repositories of tho most beau¬ 
tiful and touching creations of art and taste. 
Wherever churches and school-houses meet 
tho eye, not far olf will bo found a homo for 
the dead, from which every revolting fea¬ 
ture has boon sodulously excluded — where 
tho “Death’s-head and cross-bones” has 
given place to some swoot emblem of man’s 
destiny—some perennial that is doomed to 
bo cut down by tho frosts of Autumn, only 
to bloom again under the genial influence 
of revivifying Spring. It is pleasant to find 
that in some localities the ancient burial 
grounds havo been rescued from utter obli¬ 
vion, and made attractive to tho eye. 
As we pass along the highway, on the 
corner of this farm is a small enclosure, and 
a tomb within it surrounded by willows, 
roses, petunias, violets and numerous other 
choico plants and shrubs. Knowing the 
family to whom it belongs, I must bo par¬ 
doned for lingering a moment to view the 
scono of a sad accident that consigned an 
inmate to tho rutliloss embraco of that cold 
dormitory. 
Miss D., a beautiful and interesting girl, 
becamo tho victim of a violent fever, which 
terminated her life. Her father was in¬ 
consolable for her loss, and conceived the 
idea of constructiug a tomb, and depositing 
her remains within it, where he could visit 
them at pleasure; he could not bear the 
idea of having his beloved daughter “buried 
out of his sight.” Accordingly he built this 
tomb, and when about to put the finishing 
stroke to it, ho sent an assistant for some 
implement with which to give tho last touch. 
Scarcely had tho man reachod tho outside 
when tho structure caved in, burying Mr. 
D. in tho ruins, whenco ho was taken a life¬ 
less corpse. His family had the tomb re¬ 
constructed, and placed his remains within 
it by the side of that daughter from whom 
he was so unreconciled to be parted in life. 
The hand of affection surrounds their rest¬ 
ing placo with thoso silent touchers, that 
point 
Through cheerful vistas to those skies, 
Where are no dimmed and tearful eyes. 
Within a few rods of this placo may still 
be seen tho first spot that was ever used for 
burial purposes in the township. There too, 
are the sito and remains of tho foundation 
for tho first church in that vicinity—if that 
expression is allowablo in regard to a church 
that never was built. Ecclesiastical quar¬ 
rels were not uncommon, even at that re¬ 
mote day; local and party spirit ran high, 
and on somo other more-favored placo was 
erected the sanctuary. This spot was never 
enclosed, and ceased to be used before tho 
memory of tho oldest living inhabitant, ox- 
1 cept on somo occasion when an old man 
might wish to bo buried there, because many 
years before that spot received the bride of 
his youth, for whom his lovo had not per¬ 
ished, even in the winter of his years. Or, 
perhaps somo aged matron, whoso husband 
had died in tho spring-time of life and was 
buried there, thought tho clods of tho valley 
would lio lighter on her breast could she 
rest by his side. The “ old burying ground ” 
was for many years shunned with supersti¬ 
tious terror, not only by little children, but 
by those of larger growth. But few were 
found with hardihood sufficient to hear 
them through its “ haunted” precincts after 
night-fall. A pilgrimage to “ Old Tom La- 
ney’s grave,” which is still easily found, was 
considered tho hardest tost to which the 
courage of a school-boy could bo subjected, 
over since I was old enough to listen to the 
exploits of courageous youths who had brav¬ 
ed tho “ spirits ” that did not in thoso days 
treat mortality quito so familiarly as they 
are said to do at present. 
A history of tho facts connected with 
“ Old Tom Lanoy’s grave,” has boon written 
out for mo by “ Kate Ivooloy,” furnishing 
ample warp and woof from which to weave 
a Tempcranco Tale, for a futuro number of 
tho “ Rural Sketch Book.” 
A Beautiful Mind. —A beautiful mind is 
like a precious and prolific seed—tho moth¬ 
er of loveliness—tho fountain of bliss—tho 
produce of many treasured and inestimable 
flowers—no canker can deface, nor time 
destroy. Evon should there bo thoso of its 
lovely produce that pass away, yet the 
source is there—the seed romains to revive, 
to modify—to placo again on our bosom, 
and near our hearts, in ronowed beauty— 
in the same deep interest and winning pow¬ 
er as at first. We would gathor it in as tho 
richest possession—as tho well spring of tho 
purest, most abundant and enduring joys— 
as our support, our comfort, and the cher¬ 
ished object, worthy of our highest admira¬ 
tion ; and we would cling to it, thanking 
God that it is immortal—living forover. 
The entrance of a singlo woman of talont 
into a family is sufficient to keep it cloar of 
fools for sovoral generations. 
A GEM IN THE RIVER. 
A young mother, with tears of beroavo- 
ment in hor eyos, stood over tho River of 
Death gazing wistfully into its black and 
sluggish waters, as if she would fain rest 
hor gaze upon somo object away down— 
doo.n in its fathomless depths. She gazed 
long and wistfully, and tho black waves 
rolled sullenly, sluggishly onward. 
And the mother laid her hands submiss¬ 
ively on her bosom and wept, and said “ My 
Gem !—My Gem !” 
And a colestial being like an Angel stood 
near tho hidden door of her heart, and whis¬ 
pered in a, silvery voice like music :— 
“ Whatseekest thou, mourning sister !” 
“ Alas !” said tho mourner, “ I once, even 
yesterday, wore a boautiful gom in my 
bosom. To me it was invaluable—it was no 
trivial gem, it was ono that kings and mon- 
archs might well havo been proud of. Tho 
richos of the east, could not have purchased 
it from mo. In an hour that was to mo 
evil and miserable, tho gom dropped from 
my bosom into tho black night of this deep 
river. I saw it floating away from mo gent¬ 
ly as tho coming of an eastern shadow, and 
I reached after it, but it was beyond my 
grasp, and my gem—my babo smiled upon 
mo, as it was riding on tho waves farther 
and farther from mo. It began to sink—to 
sink from my sight, and in a moment my 
gom was gone—and gone forever !” And 
sho turned sorrowfully away. 
And tho Angel voice whispered again; 
“ Stay, sister, grieve not—look again into 
tho dark river.” 
She looked as sho was bid, and a cry of 
sweet and rapturous joy burst from hor lips. 
“ Thanks to the Father; I see my gem 
floating gently in a great black wave. O ! 
may I not wear it in my bosom again ?” 
“ Stay my sister, thou art deceived ; what 
thou soest in the river is not thy gem; it is 
tho shadow of what was given thee in trust. 
Look, sister, Heavenwards, and bid thy 
mourning heart rejoice.” 
Sho looked aloft, and away up in tho dark 
beclouded sky, sho saw a single spot clear 
and bluo, and in it a bright star was gleam¬ 
ing. and its silvery rays came down and 
danced on tho gloomy rivor, giving tho black 
wave a brightness, as if silvered through and 
through; and away down many fathoms 
the bright reflection rosted, and this tho 
mourner thought was her lost gem. Sho 
gazed silently upon tho sceno, and tho star 
from Heaven was shining! 
And tho voico of tho Angel camo again, 
like unto the sweet song of many instru¬ 
ments of music saying : 
“ Sistor, the gloomy wave thou seest, 
though cold and dark, and torrible, rolls 
ceaselessly onward up to the great gato of 
Heaven, and thither they bore thy mourned 
for gom, which thy Good Father lent thoo : 
tho waves havo borne it back to Him. and it 
blooms and shines forever near the Throne 
like yon brightly beaming star !” 
The voice was hushed, and the sorrowing 
mother turned away with her eyes lifted 
from the earth and the gloomy river, and 
fixed them hopefully and wistfully on 
Heaven. 
And tho bright star she saw, when tears 
filled her eyes mourning for her loss., yet 
beams brightly and it shines on he little 
baby’s grave. 
REAR WOMAN IN PARAGUAY. 
Tiie author of “ sketches in Paraguay,” 
gives us this fragrant morsel:—“ Everybody 
smokes in Paraguay, and every female 
above thirteen years of age, chews. I am 
wrong. Thoy do not chew, but put tobacco 
in thoir mouths, keep it there constantly, 
except when eating, and, instead of chewing, 
roll it about with thoir tongue, and suck it. 
Only imagine yourself about to salute tho 
rod lips of a magnificent little Hebe, array¬ 
ed in satin and flashing with diamonds—she 
puts you baick with one delicate hand, while 
with the fair taper fingers of the other, she 
draws forth from her mouth a brownish 
blfikCk roll of tobacco, quite two inches long, 
looking liko a monster grub, and then, de¬ 
positing tho savory lozenge on the rim of 
your sombroro, puts up her face, and is 
ready for your salute. I havo somotimos 
seen an over delicate foreigner turn away 
with a shudder of loathing under such cir¬ 
cumstances, and got the epithet of el salva- 
co (the savage), applied to him by tho of¬ 
fended beauty, for his sensitive squeamish¬ 
ness. However, one soon gets used to this 
in Paraguay, where you are, perforce of 
custom, obliged to kiss ovory lady you aro 
introduced to ; and one-half you meet are 
really tempting enough to render you reek- 
loss of consequences, and you would sip 
the dow of tho proffered lip, in the face of a 
tobacco battery, even tho double-distilled 
‘ honey-dew’ of old Virginia.” 
PARENTAL SYMPATHY. 
Domestic rule is founded upon truth and 
lovo. If it havo not both of these, it is 
nothing hotter than despotism. It requires 
tho constant exercise of lovo in its most ex¬ 
tended form. You must loarn tho disposi¬ 
tion of those under you, and toach them to 
understand yours. In ordor to do this, you 
must sympathize with them, and "onvinco 
them of your doing so : for upon your sym¬ 
pathy will often depend their truthfulness. 
Thus you must porsuade a child to place 
confidence in you, if you wish to form an 
opon, upright character. You cannot ter¬ 
rify it into the half of its truth. On tho 
contrary, aro not its earliest falsehoods 
caused by fear much oftenor than from any 
wish to obtain any of its little ends by de¬ 
ceit ? How often tho complaint is heard 
from thoso in domestic authority,—thoy aro 
not confidod in. But thoy forget how hard 
it is for an inferior to confide in a superior, 
and that ho will scarcely venture to do so 
without tho hope of somo sympathy on tho 
part of tho latter. 
SIGNERS OF THE DECLARATION. 
Of tho fifty-six signers of tho Declaration 
of Independence, it is stated that nine wero 
born in Massachusetts ; eight in Virginia; 
five in Maryland : four in Connecticut; four 
in Now Jersey ; four in Pennsylvania; four 
in South Carolina; three in Now York; 
three in Delaware; two in Rhode Island ; 
one in Maine; throe in Ireland ; two in En¬ 
gland ; two in Scotland; and ono in Wales. 
Twonty-one wero lawyers ; ten merchants; 
four physicians; three farmers ; one clergy¬ 
man ; ono printer; and sixteen were men of 
fortune. Eight wero graduates of Harvard 
College ; four of Yalo; three of New Jersey; 
two ot Philadelphia; two of William and 
Mary; three of Cambridge, England; two 
of Edinburgh, and one of St. Omers. 
At tho time of their deaths five wore over 
ninety years of age, seven between eighty 
and ninoty, eleven between seventy and 
eighty, twelve between sixty and seventy, 
eleven between fifty and sixty, seven be¬ 
tween forty and fifty; one died at tho age of 
twenty-seven, and the age of two is uncer¬ 
tain. At tho time of signing tho declara¬ 
tion, tho average age of tho members was 
forty-four years. Three lived to the aver¬ 
age age of more than sixty-fivo years and 
ten months. The youngest member was 
Edward Rutledge, of South Carolina, who 
was in his twenty-seventh year. He lived 
to tho age of fifty-one. The next youngest 
member was Thomas Lynch, of tho same 
Stato, who was also in his twenty-seventh 
year. Ho was lost at sea, in the fall of 
1776. 
Benjamin Franklin was tho oldest mem¬ 
ber. He was in his seventy-first year when 
he signed the Declaration. Ho lived to 
1790, and survived sixteen ot his younger 
brethren. Stephen Hopkins, of Rhode 
Island, tho next oldest momber, was born 
in 1707, and died in 1778. Charles Carroll 
attained tho gi-oatest age, dying in his nine¬ 
ty-sixth year. William Ellery, of Rhode 
Island died in his ninety-third year, and 
John Adams in his ninety-first. 
BABY HATERS. 
Whenever you find a man that hates ba¬ 
bies, you will bo quite safe in bating him.— 
No ono that does not deserve to be shunned 
or disliked over shows an antipathy to ba¬ 
bies. What! hate a little creature with a 
cotton-ball head, that can only manifest its 
joy by smiles,kicks, and an inarticulato gur¬ 
gle ; that, in anguish cannot tell tho seat of 
its pain, but must endure martyrdom while 
you aro guessing out the source of its ago¬ 
nies ; that has the holiest of all claims of 
human sympathies-*-utter helplessness, ut¬ 
ter dependence ! What! hate the little 
thing that you yourself were, and from 
which you never would have grown to man’s 
estate if your parents had been like you, a 
baby hater 1 Fie on it ! Even dogs love 
babies, and will suffer them to bestride them, 
pull their ears, and buffet them by tho hour 
without responding to their annoyances with 
even a growl. Mothers, if you happen to 
know any male biped that dislikes tho spe¬ 
cies in its infancy, don’t, if you can help it, 
sufibr him to marry one of your fomalo 
friends or acquaintances. Be sure he will 
make a sour, morose, icy-hearted husband. 
But what shall bo said of a baby-hating 
woman ? We have known some of that 
sort—married ones, that had babies, and did 
hate them, and, as. we verily believe, would 
have gladly put them to bed for tho last 
time, where they would require neither 
rocking or paragoric—under the sod. Yes, 
we have known such—tho Lord confound 
them ! And if there is a spinster who har¬ 
bors in hor virgin breast a distaste for the 
fruits of matrimony, may she never have 
an opportunity of raising any, but be left 
blossomless, budless and unproductive, be¬ 
yond the range of love’s sunshine, and nev¬ 
er have her sensibilities warmed by a kiss, 
an embrace, or oven a chuck undor tho 
chin. 
THE HERMIT OE CHICAGO. 
In Lake Chicago there aro a number of 
small and lovely islands, varying in size from 
ono to ten acres, lying high above the clear 
wators. and displaying a level surface, beau¬ 
tifully wooded with maple and lindens.— 
Upon ono of tho smallest of these islands, a 
young man resides alone, as far as human 
companionship is concerned, and cultivates 
a few acres of ground with his own hands 
—sufficient to supply him with the necessa¬ 
ries of life. lie is a gentleman of education 
and fine literary taste, and has quito a libra¬ 
ry of well selected standard works, lio sel¬ 
dom visits tho settlements, but is always 
pleased to havo people visit him, paying 
marked attention to his guests and enter¬ 
taining them in the best style his domicil 
affords. Why ho has chosen this secluded 
way of life, no one knows. He apgoars hap¬ 
py and contented, neither a misanthrope, 
blunted to the social onjoyments of the 
world by misfortune and disappointment, or 
a bigoted anchorite, nor yet a romantic fool 
We have no desire to invade his privacy, 
and only refer to him as an illustration of 
ono of tho strango freaks of human fancy 
which wo meet occasionally on our journey 
through life. 
A Man Nine Feet High. —A giant, noar- 
ly nine feet in height, is shortly expected 
to arrive in Madrid. Ho is a native of 
Lachar, in the province of Grenada, and is 
only twenty-three years of age. He eats as 
much as five men, walks with extreme ra- 
didity, and has been twice married, but both 
his wives are dead. His object in visiting 
Madrid is to demand the hand of a female, 
of great beauty, who keeps a coffee house. 
He is described as so great a coward that he 
will allow a child to ill treat him. Until to 
the age of six he was of the ordinary stat¬ 
ure. but then ho began to grow rapidly.— 
English paper. 
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"Written for the Rural New-Yorker. 
WHAT IS IT! 
What is it that we always prize, 
The most of all below the skies, 
Which neither gold nor silver buys ? 
’Tis the Likeness of a Father. 
What is it, when no friends are near 
Our weary pilgrimage to cheer, 
That says, “ Do right and never fear ?” 
'Tis the Likeness of a Mother. 
What is it, when far from home 
And friends who’re but in mem'ry known, 
That seems to cheer and guide us on ? 
'Tis the Likeness of a Sister. 
What is it wakes the genial smile 
Of kindred hearts that knew no guile, 
And makes us happy all tho while ? 
’Tis the Likeness of a Brother. 
Albany, N. Y., 1853. Ellen. 
MARY, QUEEN GE SC0T3. 
Her regal mantel and train wero of a 
bluish grey cut velvet, richly embroidered 
with white silk and pearls. It was of a mar¬ 
velous length, full six toisos, covered with 
precious stones, and was supported by young 
ladies. Her Scottish Maries, doubtless, wero 
entitled to that honor; but neither they nor 
tho commissioners for tho marriage, who 
wero present as the representatives of throo 
Estates of Scotland, are mentioned in our 
cotemporary French authorities. The es¬ 
tates of Scotland, had positively refused to 
allow thoir regalia to bo carried over to 
France, to decorate thoir young liege Lady 
and her consort at tho nuptial solemnity.— 
Yet Mary, to denote her rank as a Sover¬ 
eign Queen, wore a crown royal upon tho 
occasion—a crown far more costly than any 
previous Scottish monarch could ever boast 
of. 
It was probably mado expressly for her, 
at the expense either of tho King of Franco, 
or her wealthy uncle, tho Cardinal de Lor¬ 
raine and is described in the Rouen cotom- 
porary record of tho ceremonial as being 
composed of the finest gold, and most ex¬ 
quisite workman-ship, set with diamonds, 
pearls, rubies, and emeralds of inestimable 
worth—having in the centre a pendant car¬ 
buncle, the value of which was computed at 
500,000 crowns. Around her neck hung a 
matchless jewel, suspended by chains of 
precious stones, which, from its description, 
must havo been no other than that well 
known in Scottish records by the familiar 
name of the Great Harry. This was not 
one of the crown jewels, but hor own per¬ 
sonal property having been derived from her 
royal English grandfather, Henry VII., by 
whom it was presented to her grandmother, 
Margaret Tudor. 
Mary lived in an atmosphero of eleganco 
as regarded her personal habits. Sho ate 
moderately, but she liked her table to be 
trimly set and daintily served. Her board 
cloths and napkins wore of the finest quali¬ 
ty, fringed and embroidered with bullion 
and colored silks,—a queenly fashion, which 
gave employment to female hands. She in¬ 
troduced the fashion of having tho claws 
and beaks of the roasted patridges and moor 
fowl, that were served at her table, silvered 
and gilt. Sho rose early in the morning, 
and transacted much business while walking 
in the garden. 
On horticulture she bestowed great atten¬ 
tion, and introduced exotic fruits, flowers, 
and vegetables into the gardens of hor coun¬ 
try palaces, rarely visiting a strange placo 
without planting a tree with her own hands. 
These were long pointed out, and consecra¬ 
ted by tradition as memorials of her. She 
was fond of pets of every kind, especially 
dogs and birds ; but shodoatedon children. 
She loved her attendant ladies, and treated 
them with the greatest indulgence. No in¬ 
stance of ill-nature, envy, or tyranny to¬ 
wards her own sex has over been recorded 
of Mary, but on the contrary, her privy purse 
expenses and private letters abound with 
characteristic traits of her generosity and 
benevolence. 
Mary sat daily in council several hours, 
in earnest deliberations with her ministers 
and advisors ; but while thus occupied, sho 
employod her hands with hor needle—a lit¬ 
tle tablo of sandal wood, with her work bas¬ 
ket and implements of industry, being al¬ 
ways placed by her chair of state. 
Every rightly constituted mind must ap¬ 
preciate this characteristic trait of femonina 
propriety in a young female Sovereign, 
whom duty compelled to tako tho presiding 
placo in a male assembly. It was necessary 
for her to listen with profound attention to 
the opinion of every one, and to deliver her 
own ; but, instead of allowing her native 
modesty to assume tho awkward appearance 
of embarrassment or bashfulness, she took 
refuge from encountering the gaze of so 
many gentlemen by bending lier eyes on her 
embroidery, or whatever work sho was en¬ 
gaged in. She entered tho Council cham¬ 
ber in hor regal capacity, but she never for¬ 
got tho delicacy of her sex while there. 
AnvicE to a Bride.— I beg to remind my 
new daughter that the husband has a thou¬ 
sand elements of disturbance in his daily 
avocations to which his wife is an utter 
stranger ; and it will be her privilege, and 
her title to tho respect of all whose respect 
is worth having, to mako his own firesido 
tho most attractive placo in tho universe for 
tho calm repose of a weary body or excited 
mind. Tho minor comforts, which aro the 
most valuable, because the most constantly 
in requisition, will depend more upon her 
looks, her manner and tho evidences of her 
forethought, than upon ail other occurren¬ 
ces of life. 
The men who flatter women do not know 
them sufficiently, and the men who only- 
abuse them, do not know them at all. 
