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real source of Washington's greatness. lines about this little girl. They are He was not made greater or better than very pleasing lines; and I introduce most others, but he adopted good habits, them here that my fair young readers and under their influence he became may see how kindly a famous poet looks great.

on the face of a child, which bespeaks Another thing to be observed is, that goodness. in adopting good habits, Washington rejected bad ones. He was guilty of LINES ON HIS NEW CHILD-SWEET

HEART. no profanity; no rudeness or harshness of speech; he was not addicted to sprees;

I hold it a religious duty he was no haunter of bar-rooms or tav.

To love and worship children's beauty; erns; he had no vulgar love of eccen They've least the taint of earthly clod, tricity; he affected not that kind of They 're freshest from the hand of God. smartness which displays itself in irreg

With heavenly looks, they make us sure

The heaven that made them must be pure. ularity or excess; he did not think it

We love them not in earthly fashion, clever to disobey teachers or parents; But with a beatific passion. he was no lover of scandal, or of profane and rude society.

I chanced to, yesterday, behold

A maiden child of beauty's mould ; The teaching, then, of Washington's

'Twas near (more sacred was the scene) example is this : study obedience, pa The palace of our patriot Queen. tience, industry, thoroughness, accura The little charmer to my view cy, neatness, respect to the rights and

Was sculpture brought to life anew;

Her eyes had a poetic glowfeelings of others, and make these things

Her pouting mouth was Cupid's bow, habitual-rail-tracks in the mind. The

And through her frock I could descry path of obedience is the path to glory; Her neck and shoulders' symmetry. the path of disobedience is the path of 'Twas obvious, from her walk and gait, failure and disappointment in the race

Her limbs were beautifully straight.

I stopped th’ enchantress, and was told, of life.

Though tall, she was but four years old.
Her guide so grave an aspect wore
I could not ask a question more

But followed her. The little one
The Poet and the Child.

Threw backward ever and anon
Her lovely neck, as if to say,

I know you love me, Mister Grey.
THERE is a man in England by the For, hy its instinct, childhood's eye
name of Thomas Campbell. He is a Is shrewd in physiognomy ;.
poet, and wrote two famous pieces,“ The

They well distinguish fawning art

From sterling fondness of the heart.
Pleasures of Hope,” and “Gertrude of
Wyoming,"_besides many other small-

And so she flirted, like a true er poems, which are among the most

Good woman, till we bade adieu ! beautiful in our language. A short 'Twas then I with regret grew wildtime since he was passing through one

Oh! beauteous, interesting child ! of the parks of London, which are

Why asked I not thy home and name?

My courage failed me-more's the shame. extensive fields ornamented with fine trees, and he there saw a beautiful girl,

But where abides this jewel rare ? four years old, led along by a woman. Oh! ye that own her, tell me, where ? Mr. Campbell seems to be a lover of For sad it makes my heart, and sore, children, and so he wrote the following

To think I ne'er may meet her more.

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Every one who looks at an ostrich and a pair of andirons, would be but a can see that, having very long legs, he good breakfast for it! Now this is all can run pretty fast if he tries. The nonsense. Iron and brass can no more ostrich is, in fact, swifter of foot than give nutriment to an ostrich than a man; any other animal. He will outstrip the it may be that an ostrich, which, it must fleetest dog, or horse, or even the ante- be confessed, has a good appetite, somelope.

times swallows down a spike or a tenpenNot only is he the fleetest of running ny-nail to aid his digestion, just as other animals, but he is the largest of birds, birds eat gravel ; but this is no doubt all but though he is a bird, he cannot fly. that can be said about the matter. In running, he only lifts his wings a The ostrich is a native of most parts little, flapping them slightly, but deriv- of Africa, and of Arabia in Asia. It is ing no aid from them in his progress. scarce now in all countries, but in the The ostrich, therefore, is a remarkable days of ancient Rome it appears that bird, and seems to have been quite a they were abundant, for the brains of puzzle to a great many wise heads. six hundred were served up at one Pliny, the old Roman, thought it was

famous dinner! It is a bird that likes rather a beast than a bird, and the the

company
of its own kind

very

well, Greeks and Asiatics esteemed it so like and several are often seen together; but a quadruped in some of its qualities, it has not a good opinion of mankind. that they called it a camel-bird.

It seeks places remote from the haunts When a thing is wonderful, people of men, and seems to prefer the desert always strive to make it more wonder and the solitude. When pursued, it sul; so they tell very large stories about does not run straight forward, but wheels ostriches eating iron and brass with a round in circles, keeping pretty near right good appetite! Upon hearing its enemy, and is thus often killed by some people talk about this creature, being shot, or struck with a kind of you would fancy that a shovel and tongs, spear. The creature is generally inof

verse.

fensive, and seeks safety by flight; but to do? Nothing-nothing whatever. when attacked, he resorts to the ungen- The Creator makes the soil, the seed, teel trick of kicking violently, and he the moisture, the heat, and he gives often exercises his skill in this way them their quickening impulse. The with serious effect.

stem, the stalk, the unfolding leaf, the In some parts of Africa, the ostrich fragrant flower, the blushing fruit, are is tamed, and generally behaves like a his. He supplies and guides every parquiet, well-bred bird ; it is said, how- ticle of earth, air, water, and heat, conever, not to like strangers, and to have a cerned in the process of vegetation; spite against ill-dressed people. This is without him, these would remain dead, in bad taste, for the ostrich, having fine inert and motionless. The seed would silky feathers itself, may seem to show remain but a seed, and the shapeless foolish vanity and pride by picking elements would pause forever in their flaws in the dress of other people. state of original chaos.

There has been a good deal of dis- Nature, then, is not an efficient powcussion among learned authors about er; it is not a being; it contrives nothe manner in which the female ostrich thing, it does nothing, it plans nothing, manages her eggs—which, by the way, it produces nothing. It is only a term, are large and heavy, one of them weigh- signifying the ways and means by which ing as much as a small baby. It is gen- God chooses to perform his various erally agreed, however, that several works. Nature is but a word, used to ostriches lay in one nest, and that one designate the laws of the material uniundertakes to hatch them, but often cov

But what are laws without the ers them up in the sand and leaves them lawgiver? Even if enacted, where is during the day, knowing that the heat their efficiency without the executive of the sun will carry on the process of power? What would be our book of hatching as well without her as with statutes, if we had no government to her. I need only add that the ostrich sustain and enforce them? Instead of is about as tall as the Belgian giant, it creating plants outright, God produces being between seven and eight feet them by a certain process, in which high!

earth, air, water, and heat are employed. This process is uniform, and we call it nature. So animals are produced by a certain established process, and this,

again, we call nature. What do we mean by Nature ?. Nature, then, and the laws of nature,

are nothing more than the beaten path By Nature, we mean the laws by of the Creator; they show his footsteps, which God works. And what are these? but they should never be confounded Have they power to plan, devise, or with Gòd himself. We should never execute, of themselves ? Have the laws permit his works to become idols which of God any energy independent of him? stand between us and him, casting a Have they, indeed, any existence inde. shadow over his Almighty image. We pendent of him?

The seed that is should never look upon God's works as imbedded in the soil, shoots up into a God, nor abuse our minds by substituting plant. Is not this God's work? Is there the thing created for the Creator. This any being concerned in this but God ? is mere idolatry, and the worshipper of Certainly not. What, then, has nature nature as truly bows down before sense

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VOL. II.

less images, as he who kneels to Baal furniture gradually faded from my sight, or Moloch. Nature may, indeed, declare and the following dream or vision occuthe glory of God, and show forth his pied my imagination. handy-work; it may serve to raise our A little girl appeared before me in her minds from earth to heaven; it may be freshest childhood, and her mind just a ladder by which we should climb to opening to the outward world. She the skies. But he who goes not beyond held in her hand a pure white blank nature, stays forever upon the ladder, tablet, which had been given her at her and reaches not his proper destination. birth, and from which she was never to And yet, are

we not in the habit of part, in this world or the world to come. doing this? In referring the seasons to At first she ran recklessly and gaily nature; in speaking of the rain, the forward without heeding the tablet, frost, and the snow—the spring-time, which, nevertheless, received certain im. with its bursting buds and flowers; the pressions from every circumstance of summer, with its harvest; the autumn, her life. These impressions were, for the with its fruits ; the winter, with its white most part, gradually effaced as she prowinding-sheet for the death-bed of the ceeded, though a portion of them were leaves, as the works of nature-do we deepened, and some became brighter and not lead our minds from their true more precious. Among these last were Author ? Do we not wrap up in the the marks made by the tender love of mist of words the idea that all these are brothers and sisters, and the watchings, the works of a being who designs, con- and gentle rebukes, and prayers of pa. trives, thinks, and acts ?

rents. These, at first, were scarcely perceived, and often quite unheeded; but I saw afterwards, when the child had

become a woman, and had gone far on A Vision

in her journey in life, she would gather

from them courage to go forward, and “On parent knees, a naked, new-born child, strength to resist temptation. As she Weeping thou sat’st, while all around thee proceeded on her youthful course, I smiled;

inferred her diligence from the number So live that, sinking in thy last long sleep, Calm thou may'st smile while all around thee and distinctness of the images on her weep."

tablet; and their value, from the fre

quency with which she recurred to them, The beautiful sentiment in the above through her whole progress, as to a wellstanza, translated from the Persian by filled store-house for constant use. Sir William Jones, struck me so much As my eye followed her course, I perthe other day, while I was reading the ceived some figures, scarcely visible, life of that excellent man, that I laid hovering around her. I looked long and down the book to meditate upon it. It intently before they were quite defined was a rainy, dull afternoon—the fog to my sight; but, by degrees, they hung heavily on the mountains—the became more and more distinct, till at smoke rose drowsily froin the chimneys last I saw every expression-every -the cat and dog had forgotten their movement-and even fancied I detected feeds, and were sleeping on the rug at their purposes. my feet. I caught the sluggish spirit On one side was a female of thoughtof the day, and leaning my head back ful and tranquil aspect, who evidently

my rocking-chair, the room and its regulated all her steps in relation to far

in

distant objects, to which her clear, pen- intervention and struggles of her true etrating glance extended. I at first friend. thought, from her expression of purity, Though sometimes, when the maiden and her simple robe of snowy white- yielded to Temptation, that deceitful ness, that she must be Innocence; but I spirit led her through the flowery paths, looked again, arrd saw her glossy hair yet she always left her in the hands of was wreathed with amaranths:

Remorse, a withered hag, whose name “ Immortal amaranih—a flower which once was written in letters of fire on her In Paradise, fast by the tree of life,

breast, and who held an iron pen, with Began to bloom ;"

which she engraved black and frightful and which has since ever been, among images on the tablet. “ the spirits elect," the emblem of Vir- The maiden looked at them with tue. While the young maiden (for she affright and sorrow; and Penitence, a who started a child had now become a tender and pitiful nymph, tried to wash tall and slender girl) kept her eye fixed them out with her tears; but, though on Virtue, and followed her footsteps, they became fainter, it was impossible her tablet was being inscribed with to efface them; and the maiden, grievbeautiful and ever-brightening charac- ing that these records of her wandering ters; and though her way sometimes with Temptation must forever and forlay through entangled paths, and clouds ever remain on her tablet, appealed to were over her head, and darkness round Virtue for aid; and Virtue pointed her about her, yet, when it was again light, to Religion, who, it seemed, could alone and I could see her tablet, I perceived enable her to resist the wiles of Tempthat during these dark passages of her tation. And now I saw, that, as her course she had ineffaceable images. I communications with Religion became wondered that Virtue--since, after all, it more frequent, and their intercourse was but Virtue in the human form- more intimate, though often assailed by never faltered, or was bewildered in Temptation, the maiden was always these difficult passages, and while I victorious in the contest, and at every wondered, a new keenness was imparted step she gave more and more attention to my vision, and I saw the radiant form to her tablet, and felt a more intense of Religion bending from Heaven and desire that it should be impressed with communicating her holy energy to Vir- beautiful and brightening images. tue.

I know not how much farther I might But there were other figures in the have traced her course, had not my little maiden's train, and one in particular, Helen come bounding in from schoolwhom I knew at once, by the miracu- the dog barked, and I was waked. I lous variety of alluring forms which she told my dream to the little girl. assumed, to be Temptation. She was “ And what did the tablet mean?always full of smiles, and promises, and she asked. winning ways, and she carried in her

Oh, it was but a dream, Helen." hand a magic glass, by which she exclu- “ Yes, but all the rest had a meaning, ded the distance from the maiden's eyes, and there ought to be one to the tablet.” and gave false and beautiful aspects to Well, then, my child, let it mean whatever was present or near; and often Memory; and, if like did she lure her from the side of Virtue, let it persuade you to store your memory and plunge her into troubles, from with beautiful and indelible images."which she could only be extricated by the Stories for the Young, by Miss Sedgwick.

you

my dream,

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