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Written for tlie Rural New-Yorker. 
THE VACANT CHAIR, 
BY J. VY. BARKER. 
Sad memory wakes lier mournful lyre, 
And chants a melancholy air, 
As seated by the cheerful fire, 
I gaze upon that vacant chair, 
Bright images that ne'er depart, 
Flit in the shadows of my heart. 
The band is broken, — that bright chain, 
Of golden links, dissevered seems; 
My brightest earthly hope is slain, 
And shadows hau'nt my sunny dreams;— 
The hours move on with slower pace, 
I miss that dear familiar face. 
The silvery tones of friendship 
Like showers upon the smitten earth, 
The dying look, the funeral pall, 
Still linger round the social heart; 
Tho’ joy seems reigning everywhere, 
My bleeding heart,—’tis midnight there. 
That silken tie, which many years 
Had closely knit together. 
Made firm by joys, and grief, and tears, 
Refuses now to sever; 
Tho’ death hath sent an arrow there, 
And vacant made his wonted chair. 
Yet one sweet ray, one glittering star, 
Darts gently o’er the dark’ning scene, 
Like angel-whispers, from afar, 
A soothing voice is heard between ;— 
“ I still am near, with soothing power, 
To comfort every lonely hour.” 
Kendall Mills, N. Y., 1853. 
PIONEER ANNOYANCES, 
Messrs. Editors : —In tho early days of 
Rochester, among other bad things which 
the pioneers had to contend with, was the 
full grown but gaunt musquitoes, natives of 
tho rich valleys and deep swamps that were 
formed hero. In summer, tho “ musquito 
question” was ono of no ordinary importance, 
and, as tho new settlors here, or everywhere 
had no nets or bags to guard against these 
nocturnal intruders,—the only way they 
had to fight them off was to build up smoul¬ 
dering fires in front of their houses, and 
smoko them out. So when night drew on, 
at every piaco where the hut or home of a 
family was pitched, might be seen ono or 
more fires planted in front of tho door, and 
near tho windows —and when pcrchanco, 
ono who had been disturbed by tho owl's 
hoot, or tho scroech owl’s scream, or the 
wolf’s howl, was up at midnight, all around 
might bo soon tho dying fires which had been 
kindled at early evening, liko waving candles 
in their sockets, flickering in the fitful 
breezes. In tho day time also, if ono had 
to go into the woods, ho was besot by clouds 
of these trumpot-tongued, or more properly 
trumpet-trunked insects, presenting their 
bills in his faco and eys. So largo and long- 
goared wore the musquitoes of that day, 
that wo used to declare they wero manu¬ 
factured, and their bills sharpened by an old 
recluso named Cobb who had a hut at that 
time in the woods near Mt. IIopo, where ho 
lived alone, occasionally coming among the 
villagers with his old bag and patches, and 
thread-bare clothes on— tho peculiar won¬ 
der of tho women and children, and es¬ 
pecially of tho boys. I remember the old 
greasy, taciturn lump of mortality, with a 
quick winking eyo which you never could 
look into, as he was seen like some guilty 
fugitive, onco in a great while in tho streets. 
Rut to tho musquitoes. When Brant, tho 
Indian chief was in tho woods in Canada, in 
1812 or 13, with the then Govornor Gener¬ 
al, and from some cause they wero obligod 
to stop a short time, ho saw the musqui¬ 
toes alighted upon tho Governor in such 
swarms, that his oxcellency was compelled 
to ply his hand nimbly to protect his person. 
Brant was highly enraged, and with great 
vehemence said : “ Guvnor, skitters big liko 
hawk—eat ’em eyos out—ugh ! too much 
skitters now !” But as tho swamp forests 
were felled, and tho swamps drained, and 
habitations put up, and a village appearod, 
these unmusical buglers took themselves 
off with tho wild animals, and ceased to 
make their annoying visits; as if not pleased 
with tho refinements of mixed community, 
or with tho opposition. With tho exception 
of Cincinnati, which has always retained its 
original musquito population, the rule nam¬ 
ed above has universally prevailed. But 
for two or more years past, these native 
suckers have been indicating strongly that 
they wero going to change their mode of 
operations, and in many cities of our coun¬ 
try havo taken up their residences. In our 
own city, the past season, they havo annoy¬ 
ed us prodigiously, and in Cleveland and 
other wostern cities, they havo como in liko 
a plague; and I imagine that they will grow 
formidable, and, without protection, will de¬ 
stroy the rest of our bed-chambers, and es¬ 
pecially of our nurseries, as they soem to 
have a peculiar relish for tho young. They 
domand our blood, and they will have it, too, 
if they are not opposed with bars. So much 
for musquitoes. 
Another tenant of the woody doll and 
marshy mire, which seems to show strong 
symptoms that he is intending to change 
his country residence for a city life, is tho 
skunk! Just think of a gentleman skunk ! 
and lie too well known of old, to be a chick¬ 
en stealer and a fellow who is a stench in the. 
nostrils of ail good citizens as well as far¬ 
mers ! I see that in a neighboring town 
somo follows havo been caught who havo 
been robbing hen roosts, &c., no doubt they 
are nearly rolated to these oilier skunks 
which I have named ! The animal skunk 
in early timo, annoyed us when tho inus- 
quitoes did, and with tho departure of this 
winged elephant, went away his skunkship 
also. But within a few years they havo 
traveled in tho sunny, soft days of the In¬ 
dian Summer, and in the barns or way al¬ 
leys, and in some houses in the city has tho 
savour of their presence been apparent, to 
tho great annoyance of the occupants near 
them. These follows, if they persist in be¬ 
coming citizens, will be tho worst addition 
that we havo had—for if you attack thorn, 
they novel* run, and my experience is that 
they will storm any battery that human in¬ 
genuity has yet devised. It may not bo 
amiss, here, to relate an encounter with ono 
of those spicy little fellows, which an En¬ 
glishman had some years ago, on a western 
prairio. Adopting his own description as 
he sent it homo to his own country, ho says: 
“ Going along slowly over the wide prai¬ 
rie, filled with many thoughts in relation to 
tho economy and cause, &c., of theso 
strange and surprising formations, all at 
once my attention was arrested by the ap¬ 
pearance, in my path, of a small, sleek little 
animal with a bushy tail. I approached 
cautiously, but he did not appear inclined 
to get out of tho way; so coming near him, 
I alighted from my horse, and with whip in 
hand approached him. Instead of running, 
ho faced mo, and at tho same moment, by 
a flourish of his tail, cast upon me a kind of 
Stygian liquor moro foetid than anything I 
can describe. Tho air all around was in¬ 
stantly loaded with its choaking, suffocating 
oflluvia, and my breath was stopped ! I 
mounted my horse and gave him spur till I 
reached tho inn not far distant, on the edge 
of the prairie. Coming up in confusion and 
in great perplexity, how my blood boiled 
in every vein, as a lot of lazy lubbers, bar¬ 
room loungers met mo, with loud laughs 
and jeers, and asked mo how I liked a skunk /” 
Now against somo skunks wo have laws 
which will assist them in their moan prac¬ 
tices, but against this new comer and the 
practice of his many odors, wo have no 
laws, nor can wo overpower him by all the 
odors that French chemistry has elaborated 
to perfume the dwellings of tho world.— 
Besides he is a native citizen, and his claims 
will bo strong whorover ho goes. Jefferson 
said that cities were sores on the body po¬ 
litic, and thero are indications in tho abovo 
facts, that they will become something more 
than this, with the addition of this brace of 
“pesky critters.” An Old Citizen. 
[Translated from the French for the Rcral.] 
PERSEVERANCE NECESSARY TO SUCCESS. 
LESSON TO NEWSPAPER BORROWERS. 
Time : Saturday morning, eight o’clock. 
Scene: the breakfast table. A rap is 
heard at tho door, and tho newspaper is for 
a few minutes opened before the fire— 
“Como, John, it won’t do to dry it too long, 
for I see neighbor Snooks is sending his son 
after it.” Another rap at tho door. 
“Father wants to know if you will lend 
him your newspaper just five minutes : if 
you ain’t dono with it, ho will send it right 
back. lie only wants to see if tho brig 
Star has been heard from, what our Turn 
went in.” 
“Toil your father that the brig is not re¬ 
ported.” 
Home ho trips and as speedily returns. 
“ Mother wants to know who was buried 
yesterday- Can’t you lend it to her just 
two minutes ?” 
“ Tell your mother that all tho deaths 
this week are Mr.—, and a child of Mr.—.’ 
In a few minutes another tap— 
“ Sister Susan wants to know if anybody’s 
married this week, and old Josh wants to 
know if there is any auction to day, and 
father wants to know what the news is from 
Virginia, and aunt Snooks wants to know if 
there are any moro pretty stories about that 
Jarvis woman ; if you can’t sparo the paper, 
why can’t you just write down what there is 
just ’causo I don’t want to keep running 
back and forward so-” 
“ Here, my lad. take this paper to your 
father, and round to all your uncles and 
aunts, and bring back whatever is left of it. 
next Saturday morning, at eight o’clock, 
precisely, when you como to borrow tho 
next.” 
Ten applications on Saturday by bor¬ 
rowers; all sent to neighbor Snooks with 
a particular caution to return it when dono 
with. 
Monday morning rap at tho door, and 
the boy with the paper is ushered in. 
“Mother says it is too much plague to 
keep tho paper all tho week ; people keep 
coming after it so .”—Me Mu-kin s Courier. 
The following is a beautiful parable from 
the German, to which tho translator has af¬ 
fixed tho application : 
A peasant was driving two fooblo horses 
attached to his heavy laden wagon through 
a marsh, when, on seeing that his horses 
were unable to draw it through tho mire, 
ho invoked Hercules, tho god of strength, to 
help him in this miserable condition. But 
one of his countrymen drawing near, heard 
this ejaculatory prayer, and immediately di¬ 
rected him to holp himself with the two 
horses ho brought thither; this being done, 
the one who had come to his relief, said : 
“Now, then, urging on thoso additional 
horses, invoke Hercules and soo if you do 
not succeed.” In a few moments the wag¬ 
on was on tho dry land. 
Tho application is obvious. It is indeed 
pitiful to relate, in how many instances ono 
imagines himself given up by fortune, do 
what ho will to change temporary incum¬ 
brances. Take ono of tho many thousand 
cases: when Napoleon was progressing 
higher and higher in tho glorious career of 
his victories, suppose that tho defeated, but 
not yet conquered nations had given way, 
and in utter despair of ever enjoying their 
previous happiness, exclaimed, “ Alas ! wo 
are forsaken and forlorn; this is our destinv; 
Providence has thus decreed, and will pre¬ 
vail despite what wo can do to escape this 
deplorablo stato; we must yield and bo sub¬ 
ject to tho iron rod of tho conqueror,” in¬ 
stead of rousing themselves to withstand 
and chock tho victor with onergy and activ¬ 
ity, do you think that Europe would exist 
in that stato which they maintained after 
the defeat of Napoleon, merely because des¬ 
tiny would havo it thus, and which prevail? 
YOUNG MAN READ. 
Tiie following is an extract from the Ad¬ 
dress of Judgo Johnson, of Georgia, in sen¬ 
tencing G. T. Commet to death, for the 
murder of W. W. Hails without provocation, 
delivered on the 16th day of Sept., 1851 : 
Nor shall tho piaco be forgotten in which 
occurred this shedding of blood. It was in 
ono of tho thousand ante-chambers of hell 
which mar like Plague Snots tho fair face 
of our Stato. You need not bo told that I 
mean a tippling shop—tho meeting place of 
Satan’s minions, and tho foul cesspool, 
which by spontaneous generation, breeds 
and nurtures all that is loathsome and dis¬ 
gusting in profanity, babbling vulgarity and 
Sabbath breaking. I would not be the owner 
of a grog-shop for the price of this globe 
converted into golden ore. For tire pi til ul 
sum of a dime he furnished tho poison 
which made the deceased a fool, and con¬ 
verted this trembling culprit into a demon. 
How paltry tho price of two human lives! 
This trade is tolerated by law and therefore 
the vender has committed an offence not 
cognizant by earthly tribunals. But in tho 
sight of Him who is unerring in wisdom, ho 
who thus deliberately furnishes the intoxi¬ 
cating draught which inflames men to an¬ 
ger. violence and bloodshed, is particeps 
criminis in tho moral turpitude of tho deed. 
Is it not high timo that these sinks of vice 
and crime should be held rigidly accounta¬ 
ble to tho laws of an enlightened public 
opinion ? 
WONDERFUL. 
The degree of skill attained by the testers 
of gold in detecting spurious coin is won¬ 
derful and almost incredible. Last Monday, 
at tho oilice of tho Assistant Treasurer in 
this city, thirty-one thousand six hundred 
pieces of gold passed through the hands 
of ono man (Mr. Birdsall) and every piece 
was soparatoly testod. Eleven thousand of 
them wore gold dollars. About four hun¬ 
dred millions of dollars have passed thro’ 
Mr. B.’s hands,.and been tested by him.— 
Of course he works with great rapidity, and 
yet not a singlo instance of a spurious coin 
escaping his detection has ever been known. 
He discovers more or less every day. A 
short time since, as ho was passing a quan¬ 
tity of coin rapidly through his hands, Gen. 
| Dix game up to the counter, at the sido of 
him, and scooped up from the pile which lie 
was testing, a handful of coin. As quick as 
a flash, ho placed his finger on tho General’s 
hand. “ Will you please to hold on to that 
a moment,” said ho. As soon as ho had 
finished what he had before him, turning to 
Gen. Dix—“ You have got a spurious piece 
amongst that,” ho said. Then, picking up 
the pieces from Gon. D.’s hand, Sio selected 
tho bad coin. His practiced ear detected 
tho ring of tho bad metal, oven in a whole 
handful of coin. —.Y*. Y. Herald. 
One can no moro judgo of tho truo 
value of a man by the impression ho makes 
on tho public, than we can tell whether tho 
seal was gold or brass by which tho stamp 
was made. 
Jfur % IMics. 
GONE. 
I have the letter yet, Minnie, 
You sent the very day 
That gave your first-born to your arms, 
And I was far away. 
I saw through every trembling line 
How precious was the boy. 
How pleasure shook the weakened hand 
That wrote to wish me joy. 
Of all thy mother’s little ones, 
The plaything and the pet, 
Boor children, lovingly they come 
To rock the cradle yet; 
And, knowing not how sound his sleep, 
All arts to wake him try. 
Alas! from so much love, Minnie, 
To think that he should die! 
Look at tho small pure hand, Minnie, 
So motionless in mine, 
I used to let it, soft and warm, 
About my finger twine ; 
And as it fastened in my heart 
That slight uncertain hold, 
Its touch will linger on my hand 
Till my hand too is cold. 
Our bridal day; that summer day 
Dost thou remember now ? 
Joy's blossoms were unsullied then 
As those above thy brow. 
Thank God! I have my fair bride still; 
And, by thy loving eye. 
Thou wouldst not give me up, Minnie, 
E en that he might not die. 
A Heaven of safety and repose; 
Ah ! should we wish him back 
From its clear fights and thornless flowers 
To tread li fe’s d usty track. 
Think what a radiant little one 
Shall meet us by-and-by. 
And yet that he should die, Minnie— 
Alas, that he should die 1 
[Household Words. 
THE TWINS. 
ANECDOTE CF A GATE. 
A correspondent of the Homo Journal, 
writing of gates, tells this anecdote : 
I onco passed through a door-yard gate 
which did, though unintentionally, give an 
indication of the designer’s character — 
Tho gato was a common ono, shut by a 
chain and ball. But tho post to which the 
inner end of tho chain was attached, was 
carved and painted in tho likoness of a ne¬ 
gro, with one hand raised to his cockod 
hat, and the other extended to welcome 
you in. As you opened tho gato toward 
you. in going in, the negro post-pointer 
bent toward you, by a joint in his back fair¬ 
ly bowed you in. Upon letting tho gato 
go a spring in his back “brought him up 
standing” again, ready for tho noxt comer. 
This faithful fellow performed tho amiable 
for his master for many years, without re¬ 
ward, except now and then a now coat—of 
paint; and finally died of a rheumatic back, 
contracted in his master’s service. 
It seemed as if in the case of his daughter’s 
estrangement, the heart of Tindell, tho stern 
soldier and general, was adamant. No one 
dared speak ot that beautiful and erring ono 
in his presence. Gloomily day by day he 
stalked through his ancient halls; there 
wero no silvery voices to welcome him, nor 
eyes to grow bright with gladness at his ap¬ 
proach. Years ago it was not thus. Two 
twin children blessed every hour of bis life. 
In tho garden they ran by his side, and 
plucked the rich roses, and then sitting, one 
on each knee, plaited them in his thick 
locks. And ho would wear them where tho 
helmet had rosted—emblems of the peace 
ho had found in the love of his littlo ones 
after a stormy and warrior life. 
Together they grew to blooming girlhood, 
but no further. A fatal sickness "blighted 
ono bud, and laid it, with all its beauty, an 
offering upon the altar of death. It seemed 
as if the great man’s heart would havo bro¬ 
ken, for if it could bo, sho who was gono was 
his favorite—gentler, moro angel-liko, love¬ 
lier with the beauty of heaven, and more 
loving than the other. For weeks he walk¬ 
ed his mansion in a passion of grief, hardly 
eating or sleeping, and in all that time the 
twin and living bud laid on his bosom. But 
her prosenco served only to remind him of 
what ho had lost. 
When his sorrow had grown still, though 
yot flowing liko a deep river through his 
heart, he gathered all her robes with his 
own hand, every thing that had been prized 
by her,—her littlo playthings, her books, 
her littlo prizes, and laid them in a strong 
and beautiful box. This ho stood in his own 
room, commanding that it should bo touch¬ 
ed by no mortal hand, and requesting that 
in case of fire, or any calamity that might 
happen in his absence, it should ho sacred¬ 
ly preserved. 
Alina, the only daughter, grow every year 
moro lovely, and advanced to tho stage of 
womanhood,' she was almost a wonder of 
beauty. Far and near, suitors sought her 
for a wife—not for money, strange to tell, 
for General Tindell was not rich, but for 
her transcendent charms and her mental 
superiority. To whom should he give his 
own jewel, tho pride of his life ? was tho 
question often asked of his heart by tho 
gray-haired man ; but sho had already an¬ 
ticipated his answer. Ono morning sho was 
not to bo found. Tho house and grounds 
were searched, tho pond dragged, the river 
nearly drained, but no tidings of tho lost 
ono for days, weeks, months and years.— 
No wonder tho old man shunned his kind, 
and lived voluntarily imprisoned, refusing 
to seo or b8 seen by tho world. No won¬ 
der his very grey hairs were bowed down to 
tho tomb before their time. Often had he 
said in his loneliness, “If I could but hear 
from her, how this withered heart would 
leap !” And ho did hear from her, and his 
heart did leap—but with the transport of 
rago. Sho was married. Sho had left her 
stately home—her father’s protecting arms, 
for a soldier’s love and a worthless husband. 
Ah ! too if en t '10 unspoken ban of a pa¬ 
rent’s malediction rests upon tho heads of 
thoso who, forgetting the ties of duty, the 
bonds of love, and the hallowed precepts of 
filial obligation, rush into an unknown fu¬ 
ture with no sanctions from heaven or earth. 
She plead to bo forgiven—to bo restored. 
Oh ! might sho come back, if only to die 
there—might sho once more lay her poor 
head on his bosom, and win his forgiveness ? 
Might sho only tread tho halls where with 
her beautiful sister sho had danced in tho 
exuberance of innocence and youth, or 
pluck one rose from her own rose-tree, or 
only come as a transient guest, and look 
once more upon tho scenes of old, doubly 
endeared by her recent suffering? 
No ! no ! tho old man stormed and raved. 
Ho would disown her. All the pent up feel¬ 
ing of years burst its frail barrier, and what 
anguish, despair, fear and horrible anticipa¬ 
tions, had been forced back in his old bosom, 
swelled like a mountain torrent that inun¬ 
dates its sister bank. Never should sho 
enter tho home she had disgraced. lie 
would die before he would see her. Sho 
might havo wherewithal to bo clothed, to 
eat, to bo sheltered, but on pain of his curse, 
let her dare darken his walls !—ungrateful, 
reprobate child ! 
The old housekeeper and her daughter, 
the latter bearing a pretty babe in her arms, 
took their way from Tindell mansion ono 
fine morning, and walked towards a poor 
little cottage, sheltered by trees and roman¬ 
tic rocks. They reached it long before tho 
sun had reddened the moss-cups in tho hol¬ 
lows, or fired tho dew upon the tall grass. 
Opening tho door they entered, and at that 
moment, a pale face looked out from tho 
poor curtains, and the lips murmured, “ did 
you bring him ?” 
The silence of tho nurse was full of mean¬ 
ing to the desolato woman. Her head fell 
back, and the long, glistening waves of curls 
hung from tho mean pillow, and over her 
cheeks, making still more ghastly tho white¬ 
ness of her faco. The good nurse, with a 
movement or gesture of encouragement soft- 
tlv turned down the coverlet, and disclosed 
tho beautiful faces of two twin babes, so liko 
and so lively, that sho stood, lost in admira¬ 
tion. 
For many hours tho three held consulta¬ 
tion, and before the nurse and her daughter 
left tho cottage, Alina was sitting up. prop¬ 
ped by pillows, a brightness in her soft eyes 
that had long been foreign to them, talking' 
smiling, altogether a hopeful, beautiful be¬ 
ing again. Since her return, strangely 
enough, tho old general had become pas¬ 
sionately fond of hunting, and sometimes 
for days together would he enjoy this sport. 
Enjoy ! far from that, it was to allay tho 
uneasy pangs of conscience: for strip him 
of his military pride, his false notions of in¬ 
fluence and position, ho had one of the most 
gontlo of hearts. 
All importunity had thu3 far been in vain, 
until the housekeeper’s daughter, with the 
penetration of a mother, contrived a plan 
that seemed likely to succeed. But it was 
a daring one, involving the possibility of 
failure in more than ono instance, for it 
might cost tho piaco of both her mother 
and herself. 
The old general had returned from the 
chase. His hounds wero led away, his fa¬ 
vorite charger stabled, and with his usual 
quick tread he entered tho hall. A letter 
was handed him. He opened and read it 
on tho way to his room. Pausing for a mo¬ 
ment, ho tore it in fragments, and angrily 
PTrehiimino-—“ slin shall nnt catoa I” La tfii-ow 
exclaiming—“ sho shall not como !” ho threw 
open the door of his private apartment. 
It wore a strange look. He entered, and 
gazed about him. Astonishment, tender¬ 
ness, kept him mute. There on a couch 
wero spread several little old-fashioned 
robes, that brought tho tears to his prono 
eyes. A table held somo pretty toys, tiny 
slippers, embroidery, many a littlefragmcnt 
that her hand made sacred—that dear little 
rose-bud who had gono to the better land. 
Ho lifted them one after another, and how 
his lip trembled ! how all the father whelm¬ 
ed his anger, and the old love beat at the 
door of his heart. There stood oven her 
little crib, with a costly covering of silk and 
lace thrown over it. He thought not to aslc 
who had dono this saeriiege. Ho looked at 
that littlo couch through his tears. Tho 
past came upon him ; there they onco slept; 
from that tiny couch they threw their rosv 
arms about his neck, and kissed him with 
their dowy lips. Still as he gazed he trem¬ 
bled, his head bent, forward. What held him 
as one entranced ! What made his breath 
come short and quick, heavy and gasping, 
as one struggling for life ? The covering of 
lace and satin ! surely it moved ! it throb¬ 
bed ! There was a palpitation unnatural to 
quietude. Or did ho mistake ? Surely, 
surely his tears blinded him ! Still—again 
a tiny movement ! the beating of his heart 
choked him ; the illusion grew, till springing 
towards the crib, he snatched away the 
drapery, and there, lying with their inno¬ 
cent little faces upturned, beaming with a 
sort of infant rapture, sweetly sleeping, were 
the twin babes; to him they seemed, of his 
early love. Emotion overpowered the fath¬ 
er ; he burst into tears, and held his hands 
over them as if for a benediction. A sob 
startled him. lie turned, and saw his child, 
leaning, pale as death, against a masssive 
arm-chair. 
“ For their sake,” she murmured, hut she 
needed to say no more. Tho outstretched 
arms enfolded her frail form, as the old man 
in a choking voico, exclaimed, “ Come to my 
heart my daughter; God bo thanked that I 
am no longer childless !” 
Tho twins are very beautiful,—two fond 
girls, who hover round the old man’s chair, 
or follow ail his footsteps. And every year, 
is celebrated in that famous house, the an¬ 
niversary of tho old man’s twice-found treas¬ 
ures.— Olive Branch. 
FEMALE SOCIETY- 
No society is moro profitable, because 
none more refining and provocative of vir¬ 
tue, than that of a refined and sensible wo¬ 
man. God enshrined peculiar goodness in 
tho form of woman, that her beauty might 
invite, and tho desire of her favor persuade 
men’s souls to leave tho path of sinful strifo 
for tho ways of pleasantness and peace.— 
But when woman falls from her blessed em¬ 
inence, and sinks the guardian and thecher- 
isher of pure and rational enjoyments into 
tho vain coquetto and flattered idolator of 
fashion, sho is unworthy of an honorable 
man’s admiration. Beauty is then at best, 
-“ A pretty plaything: 
Dear deceit.” 
We honor tho chivalrous deferenco which 
is paid in our land to woman. It proves 
that our men know how to respect virtue 
and pure affoction, and that our women are 
worthy of such respect. 
