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therefore expects many self-sacrifices from us ; guilty of the same thoughtlessness, the mistress and we cannot outrage any of its usages without of the festivities would find her house and her being slighted and voted a bore. There are supper too small for the occasion. some ceremonies impossible to overlook, even Nor should it be considered as a mark of disbetween very intimate friends, however much regard if many of the lady's acquaintances your time may be profitably occupied ; answer- are not invited to parties; there may be many ing letters and notes is indispensable; nothing reasons which prevent such and such a one from can excuse the rudeness and neglect on this meeting ; the establishment may be too small to point; its non-observance is always set down as allow of more than a limited number : it is wiser a gross violation of the rules of good breeding; and better never to resent a slight, unless it is acquaintances seldom forget the insult, and still so palpable that it cannot be mistaken. more rarely forgive it. Friends are bound to Endeavour not to let your eye wander, or bear and forbear'; but the practice of these little your manner appear listless, when one older attentions is a strong cement, which in time than yourself addresses you ; there is a respect unites mere strangers in the bonds of friend- due to years, which should never be forgotten; ship.

and the less the conversation is worth hearing, Professional people only are exempt from the the greater is your sacrifice in listening. Punweariness of making morning calls; but when sters are very agreeable for half an hour or so; a lady takes the trouble to give a party, and en- but rational people get weary of laughing, and tertains her guests to the best of her abilities, long for that intellectual conversation which the least they can do in return is to show some puns destroy. mark of respect, by writing a note of inquiries Wit and raillery are dangerous weapons, which after her health, &c. &c., if they have not the are often turned against the possessor; those time to waste in making a call. When even who delight in bantering others may be thought such a trifling politeness as this is omitted, the amusing, but they will never be esteemed and hostess is justified in supposing her acquaintance respected. is no longer worth keeping.

Sarcastic and illnatured opinions may be Many persons at a large soirée express them- given with a smiling face, and the listeners may selves dissatisfied at not having been introduced smile also ; but they will not be the less keenly to such and such a one in the room. Introduc-alive to the wound which is meant to be intions on crowded evenings can scarcely take Alicted : ill-timed badinage has often severed the place, unless the lady of the house is made dearest friends. It should be remembered, that aware that so and so wish to be known to each people are not always in the humour to be other.

teazed ; and the moment any symptoms of anPeople when jostled together should speak to noyance are shown, the teazer should at once one another, if oniy to mention that eternal sub- desist using his battery; the really kind heart ject," the weather :" if they are too proud or will endeavour carefully to avoid uttering one too shy to be sociable with strangers, they word which can give offence. Talking at people should not accept invitations; the silence and is very vulgar; either be silent upon their faults, dulness of a few individuals pass in fearful or take a private opportunity of boldly but array before the mind's eye of the hostess the kindly telling them what you dislike; this may next morning, and she often unnecessarily be done in such a manner that none of the rules blames herself for not having bestowed more of good breeding need be infringed; it is strange particular attention upon those who certainly that human nature takes more delight in exdid not deserve it, by omitting to assist her in posing the faults of mankind than hiding her arduous duties of making every one at them under the cloak of charity. Good actions ease.

are scarcely named abroad, whilst bad ones are Small talk is no mean acquirement; a lady or descanted upon in every nook and corner. gentleman who can descant eloquently on a Nothing is more despicable than gossiping ; torn glove, or withered flower, is sure to be ex- gentlemen as well as ladies can play at this game pert in breaking those awful pauses which some of mischief. times occur in the most finished society. Si- " I have a secret to tell you,” is generally the lence should always be observed when any pro- prelude to a bit of scandal, when the reputation fessional performer is kind enough to give his of an innocent person is torn to tatters. services in playing or singing, to amuse the Tale-bearers, who repeat disagreeable recompany ; but the first note struck on the marks that others may make upon you, will be piano, however fine the musician may be, seems sure to convey back to the parties observations to be a signal for the confusion of tongues. Be that you may or may not have made upon them, careful to make no remarks on those who sur- Gossips have not very clear ideas of right and round you; even a confidential whisper may be wrong; and for the sake of being made welheard by some one standing at your elbow, and come, will distort truth into a thousand false who is possibly related or connected with the shapes. object of discussion.

Never be the repositor of a secret if you can It is a great want of tact to take a friend unin- avoid it ; it is ten to one if the same event has vited into a crowded soirée, just because it is not been confided to two or three other “ bosom supposed to be of little consequence if one more friends ;" and when it is divulged to the world is added to the number; if every guest were by them, the chances are that you will be accused

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of a breach of trust. Married women should

TO THE NIGHTINGALE. take care not to inspire the confidence of young girls, as husbands do not usually like their

(A May thought of Keats.) wives to possess a confidence of which they are ignorant. It is easy to know if you are thought an intruder at the house of an acquaintance by Hark! yes;

the nightingale ! her song the way in which servants and children receive

Hymns fleeting Spring, hails Summer come you; they are so accustomed to hear the free It mindeth me of grassy nooks among

more! remarks that are made in the drawing-room by Bloom-scented knolls, and moonlit woodlands their superiors, that they soon understand and hoar. act upon the observations they pick up; but

To me it tells avoid if possible coming to an open rupture Of the cool river, that along its shore with any one you have been in the habit of

In silver music swells. visiting, as you shut yourself out of many excellent advantages which are derived from your Again! again! O, nightingale, thy breast being in general society.

Must pulse with thought most exquisitely sad !
It cannot be : I hear thy voice increas'd
With joyousness, mellifluously glad

It comes again.

A luscious quaff my thirsting soul hath had
DIRGE FOR A SUICIDE.

Of tuneful, sounding rain !

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Β Ε R T Η Α.

A STORY FOR THE THOUGHTFUL.

BY H. HASTINGS WELD.

A silent group surrounded the bedside of a will of its Maker, and trusting in the mercy of dying woman. The apartment showed none of its Redeemer, had exchanged what had been that luxury of the sick room which almost tempts indeed a bitter journey in the vale of tears, for a the healthy poor to envy the wealthy invalid. It welcome in that heaven where tears are wiped was nearly bare of all furniture; and its scanty from all faces. moveables seemed to tell the story of one who, There was one, indeed, who, but for the happy having exhausted all that the world had con- ignorance of childhood, might have wept-an ferred upon her, and used to the utmost all that hour or two before she had fallen asleep on the she possessed, was now going out, carrying pillow, while the mother strained her dying eyes nothing with her, and literally leaving nothing, over the infant's face, and breathed many, many to which she had any claiin, behind.

prayers, unheard except by Him to whom they The sound of a distant clock came into the were addressed. When the babe slept, she was room, with slow and funerally distinct utterance. removed. Now, as if the strange presence of It seemed so like a knell that the attendants of death in the house had chilled and frightened the dying woman raised their eyes from the her baby-dreams, she waked and cried in terror. couch of death, and, as if prompted by a com- The nurse, confused in her divided duty, caught mon impulse, looked inquiringly and with awe- up the child and returned to the bed again. The stricken countenances at each other. The close, infant in her arms danced and shouted as it saw warm air of the room seemed to turn icy cold; the face which all its little life had been its shield the hearts of the living no less than that of the from fancied danger, and its solace in childhood's dying appeared to cease to beat. The clock little afilictions ; struggled to get down and kiss went on and finished its tale. Ten-eleven- the smile which death had stamped there; clapped twelve! Imagination scarce could resist the its little hands, and cried out " Mother!" persuasion that each succeeding blow fell fainter Day had fairly broken. Guns sounded withas it numbered the last seconds of the parting out; shouts of early revellers rose; and the year.

attendants looked abroad, almost wondering as The echo died away. A smile, though a sickly they threw up the windows, now that the air was one, passed over the doctor's face, that he, all scarce colder than the elay which but a few used to scenes like this, had partaken of the hours before needed so many appliances to its contagion of superstitious awe. All were re- comfort. A little time gave the apartment all assured, and ventured to breathe again-all but the formal, icy state of death, which the decent the dying woman. She breathed no more. respect of the family of man for a deceased mem

A slight convulsire struggle drew all eyes and ber prescribes. The infant was carried from the thoughts back to the dying bed. A smile passed house, and all unknowing what it had lost, was over the pale features, transforming the gaunt soon loudest in its childish glee among a knot in suffering into the beautiful in death. The of hospitable little ones, who forced upon it their struggle was over. A soul was released, and toys, and shouted in its wondering ears—“ A the thousand clocks which told the last moment happy New Year!-a happy New Year!” of the dead year, were its passing bells.

All were relieved. Near that bedside had stood neither kith nor kin. The stranger had been taken from amid strangers, home; and

CHAP. JI. the pity of those who had befriended her, un- A happy New Year! While many raise this selfish, inasmuch as it was not that of depend- shout, how many others pine in sorrow! While ents or of kindred, ceased when the sufferings one part of the race is rejoicing in hope, how of the dead were over. Tears fell, in sympathy many sink in despair! While these hear the with our common frail nature. Words were congratulations of friends, how do those quail said in a subdued voice in praise of the heavenly before the eager pursuit of enemies! As joy meekness and patience of the sufferer--now a turns her radiant face on one, she turns from sufferer no longer-and expressions of pity for others; and misery’s tenacious hold upon earth the distant relatives were uttered also by those is only broken in one spot, that elsewhere it who knew the pangs of separation from friends. may fasten deeper and surer. Some good souls But there arose no wail of grief, no bursts of n- wonder how man can rejoice while there is so reasonable sorrow; for all felt that the friendless much distress in the world. Bless your honest and unknown, who had departed in the calm hearts ! Vone could ever be glad did they wait confidence of a Christian soul, submissive to the till all sorrow were off the earth. It is ungrate

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ful not to be cheerful when heaven blesses us-, such a void existed. Thus was her sorrow disand it is sinful to be an ingrate. No sin is armed, and thus were her whole affections worse.

transferred to the orphan, so that orphan she A worse ingratitude than mere moroseness is ceased to be almost before the name had been that, however, which forgets the woes of others given her. in our joys, their necessity in our plenteousness, So she grew-cheerful and happy; but when and their loneliness in our troops of friends. were cheerfulness and happiness ever let alone ? Little Bertha's fate was better ordered, and she Never, certainly, since the first intermeddler in was not forgotten. It chanced that when in one the business of others came into the world. house death was sweeping a mother into eter- Bertha was wandering in the village grave-yard, nity, in another a child was called early to rest ; as she dearly loved to do, and as every child and while in one a mother yearned for her child, has a passion for doing. There is something and in another a child looked despair out of its poetically beautiful in it. As our first parents innocent eyes for a mother, Providence directed wandered in Eden unconscious of death, so do the tivo bereaved ones. Bertha nestled in a bo- little children seem to play with the tombs in som which seemed to her at first a little strange, the garden of graves-all unconscious that death but soon she clung as naturally to her new ino- has entered the world. If untaught by silly ther as if she had known no other.

nurses to attach terror and gloom to the quiet Years passed, and the lady who had taken her silence of the spot, they find in it a place for into her arms even before she fairly laid her own their gambols, which is chiefly remarkable for dead child down, and into her heart while it was furnishing quaint and singularly interesting yet warm with living love for the departed, had reading upon its head-stones and tablets when quite forgotten that her adopted was not indeed they are weary. And what are, then, infant her own child. Lovely she grew, and was gambols but life in epitome? What is life itself reared with discriminating and anxious tender- but a game of hide and seek with the grim ness, for sorrow teaches the heart to love, and archer, which sooner or later must be ended by bereavement schools the afflicted how best to a stumble, not over the grave like the child's fall, provide for those who are spared. There was but into it? Silly as children, but not so inno. only one thing in which Bertha's mother-forcent, are those who trifle their lives through, so we will call her-erred. That one error was, without a thought of the inevitable close. perhaps, a pious fraud. She coveted the child's “Strange that you, of all children, can play whole heart, and did not tell her that she was here,said a woman that looked over the wall. not literally, and by the wliole of woman's des- Bertha looked up, all wonder-her fair face tiny, her daughter.

mocking the chubby angel in the stone against She might have been less reserved, for there which she leaned, and her bright eyes sparkling seemed no danger that any would dispute her with half awe-struck curiosity. Her face was in claim. A cold, dark-featured man did appear a glow with ruddy health, and her hair-beautinpon the funeral scene when the last obsequies ful in its negligent curls--danced upon her were paid to Bertha's mother. He carefully shoulders in the light air that played, like her paid every due, and cancelled every demand. (and she no less innocently than that), amid the Nay, he was even gracious enough to say that graves. The picture of trusting happinessthe deceased was his daughter by marriage, but what could have been the woman's thoughts having of his own will accorded so much in- who marred it?-Bertha at length said, formation, he skilfully parried or rudely repelled • Mother told me I might.” all questions. The child seemed a sad annoy- " Your mother! Heigho!" and here a longance to him, and it was certain, if actions can drawn sigh and lugubrious shake.

“ Your speak, that he regretted more that the infant mother sleeps under your feet.". lived than than its mother died. When the Bertha, horror-struck, looked down as if the habe's new friend, a childless and widowed wo-grave were yawning beneath, and withdrew from man, timidly put forward her claim, as if she the spot, trembling with puzzled terror--"My feared so great a boon would be denied, he who mother!" should have clasped the infant to his breast The woman was gone. Little Bertha hurried could ill conceal his joy at parting with it; and home, and ran from room to room till she found any less humane and tender of heart than the her whom she only knew as mother, and burying newly-bereaved mother would have discerned in her face in that bosom which had so dearly his pleasure something more than the mere joy I cherished her, cried as if her little heart would he professerl that his dear little infant was so break. well provided for. If he was little curious to “She told me you was dead--asleep, but learn anything respecting her who adopted the here you are, and I will never, never leave you child he resigned, she was well content that a minute again!" nothing should be known of him. It was a pardonable feeling that led her to consider the child as scarcely less than a direct gift from

CHAP. III. heaven to her lonely heart; and she was anxious to forget all in connection with little Bertha It was a calm and beautiful sunset. The fras except that the cherub came to fill a void in her grance of the early summer flowers came into being, even before she was fairly conscious that the open windows with a weight almost op

pressive. The foliage sparkled as if gemmed thought she wished to know. Now she would with diamonds, and each leaf bent under their have given worlds to know more, for while she weight. The earth had been refreshed with a did not suspect the true cause of her dear child's summer shower, and the slanting rays of the uneasiness, she fancied that if she could tell her sun twinkled, not only in the rain-drops on the everything of one parent, that Bertha would not leaves, but shone in the tears which trembled on think of the other. How strangely selfish is Bertha's eyelids. Matron and child had been woman's love for her children; strange at the weeping, but were calm; for as the rain to the first thought, and yet it is natural. She who thirsty earth, so are tears to the weary spirit. bears them in sorrow, who suffers in all their

“ But you are my mother, for all?” inquired infantile sorrows as much, and in their after Bertha, with a tremulous voice. The answer sorrows more than they, may be pardoned for was a long and ardent embrace. No words the delusion that she alone fills their whole further were spoken-none were needed. Mrs. hearts. Malcolm had been telling her ward and more Near the mother of Bertha, a lesser mound than daughter the melancholy story how her marked where Mrs. Malcolm's infant slept : bere own mother had died; for the hint ihrown out with her ward, after the revelation which acciby the meddlesome woman had made such a dent had forced upon them, they often walked. communication necessary. Perhaps it was as How wonderful the double ties, which thus well that the child should know the truth. If linked the dead to the dead, the living to the now no more she loved her kind friend with the living, and all, living and dead, thus in one blind affection of instinct, her heart every day band! expanded more and more with gratitude to her As autumn with its bleak winds advanced, who, when in death her mother forsook her, had they felt that these visits soon must close. One been prompted of heaven to take her up. day, as with this presentinnent they delayed

Poor Bertha ! She was old enough to think, longer than usual, they perceived a stranger and what a world of care that age brings with enter the grounds. This, though not very comit! Her cheerful sunny hours were clouded. mon, was still not remarkable. Thoughtful traShe knew that children have fathers as well as vellers--and it is strange that there can be any mothers, until death comes in to sunder the other-never omit to visit the places where the parental tie. Hitherto, when her widowed pro- dead sleep; for there is mirrored, in the manner tector had spoken of Mr. Malcolm, she had of their bestowal, the character of the living. listened, attentively and affectionately, as to But when, as Mrs. Malcolm and Bertha were memories of her father. But this, she perceived, about to withdraw, they saw the stranger pause could no longer be. If we were usually in the near them; the widow was astonished-shall we habit of giving children credit for the faculties confess it -almost alarmed. He had passed they possess, and the observations they make, hurriedly and with a look of unsatisfied curiosity Mrs. Malcolm might have divined Bertha's everywhere else; he had passed indifferently the thoughts, and would have been silent and marks of posthumous pride and the relics of guarded on that subject. She was the reverse. antiquity; he had possessed no eye for what The establishment of a confidence between her were deemed the notables of the place; but now and Bertha led her to speak often of her own having reached the grave of Emmeline, he stood, lost child whom Bertha had succeeded, and of as if spell-bound. For a moment or two he her husband, whose loss had been her first sor- gazed at the headstone, as at an object which he row. When she kissed Bertha's forehead, and recognized as the companion of his thoughts fondly said, “You fill the place of both my and the furniture of his dreams; then bowing child and its father," Bertha sighed: she did his head upon it his whole frame shook with unnot speak, but she longed to ask “Who was my repressed emotion. father?” How much may a thoughtless word Mrs. Malcolm was scarcely less affected. She inflict! and how little did the curious, officious divined all; and for an instant was half tempted woman, who clouded Bertha's paradise, suspect, to chide heaven for what seemed to her another as she saw her growing more pale from day to bereavement. A thousand thoughts intruded day, that it was to her own foolish tongue the upon her troubled mind. Once she started to charge was due! She only said to her gossips, draw the child away from an unnatural parent "That child grows weakly, like her mother; and who could thus neglect her; but startled at Ber• I wouldn't wonder if she went the same way, tha's half resistance, she desisted. The father some day.” The marvel is that she did not say raised his head, and seemed a moment annoyed

, so to Bertha's self; so indeed she would have as if he now for the first time perceived that done, but Bertha avoided her as her evil genius. there had been witnesses of his sorrow.

Mrs. Malcolm pointed to Bertha. The stranger looked a moment, then clasping her to his heart

, said, “Her mother's self! But they told me she CHAP. IV.

left no child !"

The mystery is easily solved. The father of A plain, upright slab marked where Bertha's the stranger, cold, covetous and ambitious, had mother rested, and on it was inscribed the single frowned upon a union in which the parties conname “Emmeline." It was all that Mrs. Mal- sulted no councillors but their hearts. The colm knew of the departed—all that she once young husband, scarcely out of his minority,

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