times till my eyes swam in tears; but I found salt-water, on the whole, medicinal for such things; and though his laughter has, at times, produced a little spare warmth between us, nothing has ever caused a coolness.

And yet, my dear sister, I did not, when I married, love my husband, any more than you love yours, in the true die-atyour-feet style. I thought him a very good young man, and one well fitted to strengthen and develope my own higher nature, and I liked him too, very much indeed; but I could not, as at sixteen I thought every true heart should, live on his smiles, and grow fat' on his dark eye.' You need not fear then, that your love will not last, because it is not now flighty, and, (as my lord would say,) dyspeptic; for he thinks that true calf-love,' as Mansie Wauch calls it, is nothing but a form of dyspepsia, a rebellious stomach being, by school-girls and young lawyers, mistaken for a breaking heart.

Let the great clans of Lack-a-daisy and Lucre, say what they will, then, my dear Emma, depend upon it you have done wisely to seek something less volatile than vows, and less gross than gold.

But, you tell me, you fear your temper. Now, my dear friend, though caution and cowardice are one to the phrenologist, they are two to the Christian. Beware of your temper, but fear it not; for if you are not afraid of it, it will be afraid of you. Whenever, then, you find passion or peevishness growing strong and bold, do not hesitate, or call for help, (unless of Him that is ever present,) but take the rebels by the throat, and down with them. When I was first married, I loved dearly, as some other wives do, to have my own way; this love my husband thought should be modified, - so he asked me, one day, if I was afraid of a foe of mine, that was persuading many persons to think me a very selfish woman; I kindled at once: -"but," said he, "do you feel sure you can meet this foe, Anna, without fear, and with a fuli determination to disprove the change?" I assured him I did, indeed.— "My dear wife," he answered, "it is your selfishness, that is causing others to think you selfish. Now, the next time you meet her, box her ears soundly; and refuse to yield to her on any terms, and my word for it, Anna, she will never tell tales about you again."

As to your being unable to interest your husband, it is all a notion. The merest truisms coming right from the heart of one we care for, are profound and original truths; and any sensible man will like better the talk of a pure, gentle, and

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simple girl, than the gossip, dawdle, or pedantry that, I am sorry to say, flow from so many of our sex.

But I sat down to thank and rejoice with you; and here I am reading you lectures. You will believe me, however, when I say that I have rejoiced with you, already:- that I have, to some degree, entered into your hopes and fears.— Though the night of your wedding was stormy, and I lay upon a sick bed, still did I watch the dial of our old-clock, for the hour to come, when your whole being should enter upon its new sphere; and the disease and the storm went from me; the flickering embers gave the light of many lamps; my narrow chamber became a wide hall; my weak frame glowed with health and gratitude, and pleasure; I was with you, though unseen and unheard. True, it was for a moment only, and then I heard again the roar of the clashing oaks, not that of the bridal party,- but still from the scene I brought light and hope enough, to support me through many a weary hour afterwards.

But I must leave room for my husband to write you a few lines, for he claims to love you as well as I do, and we both believe in the heresy, that we can love others without ceasing to love each other.

Yours, &c.

P. S.-When I came in from the woods last evening, and saw my wife dancing along the garden-path to meet me, I thought she must have received a new bonnet, or a fresh-imported sleeve pattern, at least: but no, it was a letter; "From whom?" "Emma." "And what does she say?" Then peeped out the jealousy of my helpmate, softened, however, by hearty satisfaction. "She is married." "Oh ho!" cried 1, "and so you think that I've lost her, do you? Now by my beard, I'll write her a letter to-morrow." So finding me fixed, what does my good lady, but prose you three pages the sheet, while I was cutting wood to cook dinner with, and here am I, the projector of the letter, left to fill up the chinks and corners.

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Well, my dear Emma, I have one comfort, that any corner is big enough to say, 'God bless you' in, and what more can I say? You have entered upon the great course of education, for which we come to this world, and I can give you no other advice than this-don't forget that every wife is a schoolmistress, and, as such, should not only teach, but should punish her husband, if need be; and that there is need whenever he is cross, selfish, impatient, lazy or desponding. Schools are

very well, and colleges, rightly used, are better; but they both are but to fit us for the great University of Life, of which the chief college is that of Matrimony. There we may learn not only worldly, but spiritual wisdom Many have I known who, after resisting the logic of the Theologian, and the eloquence of the Preacher, have at last come to the faith, through the revelation of a Christian spirit in the eye, and smile, and actions of a wife.

If you can spend a week or two with us next month, we will show you how to make squash pies, drink sweet cider, and get up by breakfast-time of a Sunday morning. If you wish to make calls, we have a plenty of sick folks here, and not a few of sinning. Is it your pleasure to shop? A small sum will buy you a blessing, and some prayers that may reach Heaven. Do you love concerts? the song of the widow's heart, is at least as audible, as the much-talked-of music of the spheres: and, for painting-Raphael or Michel Angelo might envy you the life, the love, the grandeur which you may cause to glow on many a rude countenance. Do I not hold out strong inducements? Come, I pray you. Meanwhile, I am,

Yours, &c.

ART. 4.-TO A CHILD, UPON PARTING WITH HER.

BY J. H. PERKINS.

"Tis now three years and something more,

Since, entering your father's door,

I did my little Susan see;

You sat upon a cushioned stool,
As quiet as a child at school,

Your spelling-book upon your knee.

Then, Jemmy was a tiny boy;
Upon his mother's arm he sat :
He was a roguish little boy,
As full as he could be of joy,
Of fun, of laughter, and of fat.
And I was but a stranger swain,
And every thing to me was new;
And what I cannot be again,-
A bachelor of twenty-two.

Three short, short years since then have fled,
And you, my cousin Susan, why!

Right up into the air you've grown,
Till you are almost four feet high.
And Jemmy, who could hardly mutter,
Now talks as fast as any can,

And, by the help of bread and butter,
Has come to be a little man.

And I, that was a cypher then,

Whom all might laugh at, and deride,
Have placed a unit by my side,

And now, in the esteem of men,

I rank as high as number 10.

So have three short years changed us all
And now we part — to meet again,
I cannot tell you where, nor when,
But meet again I know we shall;
And then you will have grown as tall
As any lady in the land,

And many a gallant youth will rise,
To claim a glance from Susan's eyes,
Or seek the honor of her hand.
Then Jem will be a dashing blade;
Your baby-sister, quite a maid;
While I, bowed with the cares of earth,
Shall mingle wisdom with your mirth.

Till then, my dearest child, good bye,—
A father's care, a mother's love,
And the great God of all, above,
Will to your youthful steps be nigh.
And when the days of youth are passed,
And woman-hood draws near at last,

When, born as with a second birth,
The countless common things of earth,
Are gifted with mysterious worth,—

Then should these faint lines catch your eye,
Though we may not for years have met,
-Oh! do not Susan, then forget,

That I yet know, and love you yet:

And in that hope, once more, good bye,

ART. BEING AND IMMORTALITY.

Individuals perish, says the pantheist, whose God is a mere blind productive power inherent in matter. Individuals perish, but the species continue to reproduce themselves forever. We Christians, turn from the sentiments of the pantheist with horror, as subversive of all belief in an intelligent first cause, and a superintending Providence; and yet it appears to me, that there exist opinions among us, which, by their tendency, to hide the agency of the Almighty from our view, lead to a practical species of pantheism.

It is the generally received opinion among Christians, that in the beginning God created matter out of nothing, and that afterwards from this matter, the universe and all that it contains, was formed. And yet, if we are to judge of the sentiments of mankind, by the manner in which they express themselves, the opinion appears to be almost equally universal, that, at the creation, a certain energy or power was imparted to the first individuals of each species, whether of plants or animals, by which they have ever since continued to reproduce and perpetuate themselves, and do now continue to exist. Now it appears to me, that these two opinions, are directly at variance with each other, and that the former necessarily excludes the latter. Let us examine this point.

It is a universally admitted axiom in physics, that matter is inert. But if it be so, then it is impossible that it can possess any active powers, and hence it is equally impossible, that it can, by any power inherent in it, have perpetuated the present order of things. If we examine the vegetable and animal creation, we find every where traces of the most skilful construction, the most wonderful adaptation, and the most perfect order;and surely these cannot be the result of an undistinguishing energy, imparted to matter, ages ago. A moments reflection will convince us, that, instead of looking to these second causes for the origin of our existence, and of all that we see around us, we must attribute it to the continued exercise of the creative power of God. It will convince us, that the present races of men, and animals and vegetables, are as much the immediate creatures of God, as were the first individuals of their respective species;-that all stand in need, at every moment, of the supporting power of God, to continue them in being; and that, if at any time, that supporting power should be withdrawn, they would at once sink back into their original state of nonexistence.