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A MOTHER'S INSTRUCTION. HOME.

From "The Childhood of Charles Spencer."

ILLUSTRATIVE TEACHING.

I loved my father very much. He taught me, himself, all my lessons, and used to talk to me frequently about God. He always seemed to know when I ought to be spoken to about religion. He would take me to the top of a hill, when the sun was setting, and the whole sky shining with beautiful colors; and when the stars were all sparkling over head, he would say, "Come out, Charles." I often exclaimed, how much I was surprised at such beautiful sights; and then he would tell me that God created them. I loved God for making every thing so beautiful; and I wondered at his mighty power. He told me how much God hated liars, and that the devil was called the father of lies. He would take me into a room which the full sun blazed upon, and tell me to look at it; and when he found it dazzled my eyes, he would close the shutters, and show me how the rays of the sun could come through a small hole in the shutter, so that they spread a faint light all over the room; then he would say, that the eye of God was ten thousand times brighter than the sun; and then he would stop up the hole in the shutter, and make the room quite dark. "We can shut out the light of the sun," he would say, "but we cannot shut out God's eye, it sees us everywhere; when we are quite alone, now in this darkness, just as well as when that blazing sun darted its light into the room."

A MOTHER'S INSTRUCTION.

The following quotation from an address of the Principal of the Flushing Institute, of Rev. Dr. Muhlenburg, should be laid in the heart of every mother.

We are often asked, "What kind of boys do you want?"

Give us such boys as have been blessed with the instructions of a pious mother. This is a qualification for which no substitute can be found on earth. Never would we despair of the child who has been used in his infancy to hear the precepts of heavenly truth inculcated in the accents of maternal love. Truths thus instilled, live for ever in the memory. They are interwoven with all the sensibilities of the soul. They are the fortress of the conscience, not impregnable, it is true, but indestructible. They furnish the mind with chords which, in later life, seldom fail to vibrate to the touch of faithful expostulation. They are an inextinguishable spark, which, being seemingly smothered under a heap of corruption, may be fanned by the breath of friendly and spiritual counsel into the pure and genial flame of piety.

HOME.

There is one bright enchanting spot, where love and beauty glow,
Which oft the glorious grace of God hath made a heaven below;
And in that covenant sheltered spot, there is a radiant gem,
More precious far than ocean-pearls, or empire's diadem!
O keep that gem, ye plighted ones, nor from that spot depart―

That spot is HOME delightful HOME that gem the FAITHFUL HEART.

Wallenstein.

IMPORTANCE OF FRESH AIR.

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IMPORTANCE OF FRESH AIR.

We make the following extract from a «Treatise on the Physiological and Moral Management of Infancy," by Dr. Andrew Combe, a celebrated physician of Edinburgh. It is a most invaluable work, and should be read by every person having the management of young children. If the book could not be obtained for less, twenty dollars would be cheap for it to any young mother; but as it can be had for one dollar, we hope it will be generally purchased and faithfully read.-ED.

I have seen examples of both kinds of mothers. The enlightened ones, unhappily, the more rare; but under their management, a nursery is like a paradise upon earth, compared to one under the more ordinary guidance. In one of the latter kind, I lately saw a strong and naturally healthy infant, literally gasping for breath, and in a state bordering on convulsions, from extreme anxiety on the part of the parents to exclude every breath of air from a nursery overheated by a large fire, as a precaution against cold, which they supposed to have been the chief cause of the death of a former child. So dexterously were the windows papered up, and every key-hole and chink obstructed, that air enough could not find admittance to keep up a current through the chimney, and volumes of smoke fell down where smoke had never before been seen. The poor mother was distressed at this new accession of danger, and when I pointed out its source, and insisted on the admission of fresh air, as all that was wanted to cure the smoke and restore the child, she remonstrated with all the earnestness of the most tender affection. With difficulty I carried the point, and remained to prevent the too speedy termination of the experiment, and to witness the result. In a very few minutes the uneasy twitching and contraction of the features ceased, and in a quarter of an hour, a smile of contentment and cheerfulness took their place, and encouraged the mother to allow the continued entrance of some small portion of air, although still with not a little of anxious apprehension, for the cold which she expected ere long to make its dreaded appearance. The child however, took no cold, and required only fresh air, moderate diet, and exercise, to restore it to perfect health.

I mention this case, because it is the most striking which I have seen of ignorance of a few important truths utterly defeating all the watchful but ill-directed care of the most devoted affection. The mother was in every other respect a sensible and right-minded woman, and had received what is called a good education; but from not possessing any conception of the nature of the human constitution, or the laws by which its most important functions are regulated, the very strength of her feelings on every thing in which her child was concerned, laid her judgment so completely open to the influence of every prejudice and antiquated superstition, as to endanger its existence by the very measures which she adopted for its benefit.

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A Mother's Counsels.

POETRY BY MRS. SIGOURNEY.

MUSIC, WRITTEN FOR THE YOUNG LADY'S FRIEND BY LOWELL MASON.

When prosperous suns un - clouded shine, Or dark-winged storms in vade, The clay-cold coloring

the tomb; Then when

THE YOUNG LADY'S FRIEND.

Written for the Young Lady's Friend.

THE LOVELINESS OF FEMALE PIETY.

BY REV. E. OTHEMAN.

The following article is the conclusion of one in the last number on the same subject.-ED.

And now the hour of the Savior's sufferings drew nigh. Betrayed into the hands of his mortal enemies—the chief priests, scribes and elders; forced through a mock trial to condemnation unto death, he is abandoned to all the rage of men and devils. A dark, sad night was that which preceded the day of his crucifixion, and dismal was the morning to those who trusted in Him as the hope of Israel. Their sun was setting, never, as they thought, to rise.

Now behold an ardent, devoted attachment, unchecked by the scoffs and frowns of the world, and by the darkest season of temptation and trial. Who are they, beside the rude soldiery and ruder rabble, that follow their outraged and abused Lord to the place of execution? They are "a great company of people, and of women, which also bewailed and lamented him," to whom he said, "Daughters of Jerusalem, weep not for me, but weep for yourselves, and for your children." And when, as he gave up the ghost, all nature, in awful commotion, testified that it was the Son of God who died, and the people, struck by the solemn prodigies, "smote their breasts, and returned," who are they that stand, apparently riveted to the spot, beholding these things afar off? They are "his acquaintance, and the women who followed him from Galilee, ministering unto him; among which was Mary Magdalene, and Mary the mother of James and Joses, and the mother of Zebedee's children."

And now, as soon as the awe-struck city had recovered somewhat from its panic, Jesus was taken from the cross, and conveyed to a new tomb in the garden close at hand, belonging to Joseph of Arimathea, an honorable counsellor. There rested the body of Jesus for a while; "and the women followed after, and beheld the sepulchre, and how the body was laid." "And there was Mary Magdalene, and the other Mary, sitting over against the sepulchre. Probably they remained, watching, weeping, mourning, till the shades of night admonished them of the propriety of their return within the city. Here they ceased not their pious attention to the

memory of their Lord, but with other women from Galilee, prepared spices and ointment for a further embalmment of his body; and rested the Sabbath day according to the commandment.

The third day has scarcely begun to dawn. The enemies of Jesus have spent a Sabbath undisturbed by his faithful reproofs and admonitions; and they deem their prey secured, as his body lies low in death, within a tomb bearing the imperial seal, and guarded by Roman soldiery. But whose light footsteps break upon the stillness of the quiet city at so early dawn, and gently brush the dew, newfallen in the garden of crucifixion? The Marys, and certain others with them, are carrying to the sepulchre the spices with which they intend to anoint the body of Jesus. They reach the spot, and lo! affrighted by the portents of a descending angel, and the rising Jesus, the soldiers have deserted it; and the great stone which covered the tomb is rolled away. They look within, but the body of Jesus is not there. An angel tells them he is risen: they are the messengers of these wonderful tidings to the incredulous disciples. To one of them, Mary Magdelene, the much-forgiven and the deeply devoted Mary, Jesus first manifests himself after his resurrection. How glad was she to hail the risen Sun of righteousness. What joy did it diffuse among the disciples when Mary told them she had seen the Lord. What consternation must have seized the city of Jerusalem. Thus to woman was first announced by angel lips, the incarnation of the Messiah; to woman also was it first announced by angel lips, that the same Messiah had risen conqueror from the grave; and to woman did the risen Savior first appear, never more to die. O glorious Savior! may thy disciples ever be found watching for thine appearance. May woman ever be an angel of mercy to our ruined race not the syren that decoys to death but the gentle herald of salvation, which

“Allures to brighter worlds, and leads the way."

THE LADIES. Hannah More thought it a duty to be always cheerful, and there is no cosmetic half so serviceable to the looks. The true art of assisting beauty consists in embellishing the whole person by the proper ornaments of virtuous and commendable qualities. By this help alone it is, that those who are the favourite work of nature, or, as Dryden expresses it, "the porcelain of human kind," become animated, and are in a state to exert their charms; and those who seem to have been neglected by dame Nature, like models wrought in haste, are capable in a great measure of finishing what she has left imperfect.