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wandered along his favourite walk, and tears streamed from his eyes.

One day, as he returned home towards evening, he hastened towards his favourite walk. The first object which, as he entered it, met his eyes, was Prince Karin, who was sitting with Julia on a grass bank. Her head rested on his shoulder, and her looks were fixed on the ground. The Prince, kissing her hand, said:"You love me, and I should expire with fondness in your arms! Julia, do you think it right to conform to prejudices? follow the dictates of your heart, folow."Julia heard a rustling, and looked round, she shuddered as she perceived Boris; but who can describe the feelings of the unhappy husband? what should he do? stab the faithless being? satiate his vengeance in the blood of the traitress, and then turn the steel against his own bosom?peared into the next room. The Prince stood

burst from her eyes. The Prince attempted to take the letter from her. "No," said she, with a firm voice, "you do not deserve to read it; a man of honour has written it. The mist has dispersed; I despise both you and myself! You see me now, Sir, for the last time; seduce others, and then laugh at their folly; only forget and leave me for ever. I will not accuse you farther! my thoughtlessness alone deserves to be condemned. Pleasure in the world you can never want; but from this moment you, and such as yourself, will ever be disgusting to me. I henceforth make a vow that never more shall daring vice venture to look me in the face. You may be astonished at this sudden alteration, believe it or not, just as it is agreeable to you, to me it is indifferent." With these words she quickly disap

No! he certainly had to combat with his rage, but it was only for a moment; he overcame the struggles of his boiling passion, and, with a death-like countenance, and eyes lifted towards heaven, he quitted the walk.

On the same evening Julia received from him a letter, the contents of which were as follows:

"I have not forfeited my word; not a reproach, not a complaint, has passed my lips; 1 confided in the powers of my affection; I have deceived myself, and suffer; after what I have seen and heard, we can no longer live together; my presence shall no longer offend you; the rights of a husband are a yoke, if not lightened by love. Farewel, Julia! You are free, Madam! you once had a husband; perhaps you may never hear of him again; the ocean will divide us. I forsake my native country and my friends; the bitter remembrance alone of my misery will be my companion. In the packet which accompanies this, you will find a deed which places you in possession of my fortune. With that I enclose the portrait of my late wife; yet, no! from that I cannot part. I will converse with it as with the shadow of a departed friend, as with the last and only beloved object of my breaking heart."

as one thunderstruck; at last he burst into a laugh, either forced or natural, hurried into his carriage, and drove to the play. When Julia beard that Boris was gone, without saying where, she immediately quitted the town, and retired into the country. "Here," said she, sighing, "shall my days pass in melancholy solitude; here, where I once might have been happy! With the best and most affec tionate of husbands I left you, dear rural retreat, and alone, a sorrowing widow, I return; but still with a heart which prizes virtue. Alas! this alone comforts me, this alone supports me! Nor ever, holy virtue, will I become unfaithful to you, ever shall you remain my friend. O! I shall see you, shall embrace your counterpart, in the likeness of my never to be forgotten Boris!" Her tears streamed on the miniature of her husband, which she held in | her hand.

In this, we must render the women justice; when they once seriously resolve on any thing, their fortitude and their powers in the execu| tion of it, are worthy of admiration; and the most renowned heroes of self-denial, whose. names history has exalted to the heavens, must divide with them their laurels.

Julia, in whom little more was wanting to make a modern Lais, was now a pattern of virtue. In her bosom every idle wish was extinguished, and her whole life was devoted to the remembrance of her beloved husband. She fancied him present; she poured out her soul to him. "You have forsaken me," she said,

When Julia observed Boris in the walk she sat speechless during a few moments, then followed him precipitately, called him by name several times; her voice faultered, her limbs trembled, and, leaning on the shoulder of the Prince, she faintly tottered towards the house. Not finding him there she covered her face" and you had a right to do so. I dare not with her hands, and threw herself, sobbing, on venture to wish your return. I only wish peace a sofa. The wily Prince in vain attempted to to your heart. If the remembrance of your soothe her; she answered him not a word. wife tortures you, forget her. Wherever you She opened the letter of Boris with trembling are, be happy; I am encircled with the rehands, and having perused it, a stream of tears membrance of your love; I shall not die with

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sorrow. No; I will live, that you may still
possess one faithful heart; and perhaps by
means of a secret sympathy, even at this dis-
tance, you are sensible of my love, and it im-
parts to your heart new life, new warmth. |
Perhaps some compassionate genius whispers
to you when asleep; Boris is not alone in
the world.' Your dear eyes open, and far, far
off, you perceive the melancholy Julia, whose
heart follows you every where. Perhaps, yet
I am wishing, what I dare not, I will love you,
though hopeless."

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There reigned now in Julia's soul a soft and pleasing sorrow; every virtuous sentiment is pleasant, and even the hottest tears of repentance are not bitter; for repentance is the dawn of virtue.

Julia found that she soon should be a mother. A new, a powerful sentiment, pervaded her whole frame. Should she rejoice or lament? She could not for a long time arrange her own feelings. "I shall become a mother; but the joyful smile of the father will not receive the young suckling; a father's tears will not bedew him! Poor, unfortunate child! an orphan you enter the world, and the first object which meets your eyes is the picture of sorrow! But-as it pleases Heaven! A new duty now binds me to live and to suffer. Welcome, then, dear child! my heart shall love you with two fold tenderness. For your sake, and through you, I will endeavour to find contentment; thy tender mind shall not be impressed by complaints and looks of sorrow. Love alone awaits you in my arms, and the hour of your birth shall revive in me a new life."

She now, with the utmost zeal, prepared herself to fulfil the duty of a mother. this book, single in its kind, was never out of Emile, her hands. "I was not a good wife," said she, sighing, "I will at least be a good mother. I will endeavour, by a strict attention to the one duty, to atone for my remissness in the other."

She counted the days and hours till her confinement. Already she loved the dear infant yet unbora; already she embraced it, and called it by the tenderest names. occasioned her the most lively joy. Its every movement

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She bore a son, the most beautiful infant, at once the image of both father and mother; she felt neither pain or weakness; transport swallowed up every other feeling; a new source of the purest, most sacred, and undescribable sensatious awakened in her heart; her eyes were never tired of gazing at her infant; her tongue a thousand times repeated the most flattering caressing epitucts. She warmed his

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and imparted to his heart the tender senti young mind with the ardency of her affection, ments of her own.

aspect. Every thing around her now assumed a gayer chamber, but the sight of the immense firmaFormerly she hardly quitted her soul, with added force, the idea of her lonely ment, the spacious earth, awakened in her and forsaken state. "What am I in the great mass of the creation?" she asked herself, and sunk into despondency; the murmurs of the brooks and woods increased her melancholy, disgusted her. Every thing now was changed. and the cheerful sport of the feathered tribe She hastened with her little darling into the open air, as soon as possible; the sun shone more resplendent, because it shone on her boy; the lovely child; she heard in the murmuring the trees appeared to bow down to embrace birds and butterflies only sported for his of the rivulets the most caressing sounds; the amusement-She was a mother.

she once thought so highly, now appeared to
The pleasures of the great world, of which
her a deceitful phantom, in comparison with
she would have been perfectly happy had not
the real transports of maternal love. Alas!
the idea of the sorrowing Boris lain heavy on
murmured she; “my checks are bedewed with
her heart. "I enjoy the highest happiness,"
the tears of joy, while he wanders through the
will inform him of his wife's reformation!
world in melancholy solitude. O! what angel
Yes, I am again worthy of him. In the face
of heaven and earth, I will venture to declare,
I am now worthy of him; but he is ignorant
conceives me air enemy to virtue. O, did he
of it. He imagines me the votary of vice, he
son, he might even say, "you do not rejoice
but return only for a moment to look at our
ever him," and tear him from me! Gladly
would I deprive myself of all comfort to com-
by I could render him happy!"
fort him; gladly would I be unhappy if there-

like a rose.
In the mean time the little Boris bloomed
could already say, "I love you, mama!" Al-
He already rau bout the meadows;
ready understood caressing her tenderly, and
drying the tears with his little hands, which
streamed from her eyes.

On a delightful day, in the month of May,
led to her marriage just presented itself in the
as the thought on the first circumstances that
walked out with her little Boris. She seated
most lively manner to her imagination, she
herself on a green bank, near the road, and
while her boy played around her, she drew
entered into conversation with it.
from her bosom the miniature of Floris, and
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still the same?" cried she! "Alas! no, certainly not! when you sat to the painter you looked on me with tenderness, was happy and cheerful: and now.” Her brow was overcast, she sat some time in thought, and at length a gentle sleep closed her eyes.

An uneasy mind, even in sleep, experiences || disagreeable imaginations. Julia dreamt that a vast ocean rolled its distorted, black, and tremendous waves around her. Thunder and lightning increased the horror of the scene; and a dismasted ship was tossed about on the raging billows. Now sunk in the frightful abyss, now mounting to the clouds, and now swallowed up in the depth of the ocean. Unhappy crew! Julia's feeling heart bled as she perceived that the impetuous surge dashed a corpse on the shore. She hastened to assist the unhappy victim; she endeavoured

The tenderness of Boris will not allow him to paint her former character in such glow. ing colours." You were born," said he, "to be virtuous; a little of vanity, and the fruit of a wrong education, and bad example, were alone the cause of your momentary errors. You needed once to learn the worth of virtue and true affection, to hate vice for ever. You wonder, perhaps, why I was always silent, and never warned you of the consequences of your levity; but I am perfectly convinced that reproaches will sooner render a heart

to recal him to life, and amidst these occupa-callous than reform it. Tendernes and pa

tience on the part of a husband in such a
case is the most efficacious remedy. Reproof
and censure would only have made you ima-
gine I was jealous. You would have thought
yourself injured, and perhaps our hearts
would have been divided for ever. The couse-
quences have justified my opinion. Parting
at length appeared to me the only remedy I
could employ for your reformation. I left
you to the conviction of your own heart, not,
indeed, with frigid indifference, not without
the most heart-felt sorrow; but a ray of hope
supported me, and did not deceive me. You
are mine, wholly and for ever mine."

tions she recognized Boris! dead, cold, she, bold him a corpse in her arms. Trembling and breathless she awoke, and Boris stood before her! Full of life and love, he threw himself on her bosom never to part from her again.

This scene not one word more shall attempt to pourtray-not one word more of the speaking silence of the first few minutes, and the immediate heartfelt acclamations of joy which followed! not one word of the tears of transport and delight! not a word of Boris's feelings, as Julia conducted to him his son; and the little boy, by nature taught, caressed him, while he gazed with a smile of affection on the mother.

Boris had travelled for some years. A faithful friend had, in the mean time, acquainted him with every circumstance concerning Julia. At length, as he could no longer doubt that she loved virtue and himself, he hastened back to his native land, to assure his wife that he had ever continued to adore her..

Since that time they have continued to live

THIS work which, during the short time since which it has been published, has attracted such an extraordinary degree of attention, is attributed to the pen of the celebrated Mrs. Hannah Moore. We shall therefore give a long extract from it. The hero, Celebs, thus proceeds in his narrative :

in the country like the happiest lovers. The
rest of the world is nothing to them. Boris
is ever the same as he always was-a benevo-
lent mau of sense; and Julia proves by her
example, that often, under the appearance
of youthful levity, the most sublime virtues
that adorn a woman lie concealed.

Sometimes Julia would exclaim against the women. Boris defended them. "Believe me, dear Julia," said he," it is chiefly the fault of the men if the women are vicious; and the chief reason the last are bad, is because the former are generally not better."

Boris and Julia are in many things of a different opinion; but both perfectly agree in this, that connubial and parental happiness is the greatest blessing on earth.

“CELEBS IN SEARCH OF A WIFE;"

COMPREHENDING OBSERVATIONS ON DOMESTIC HARITS AND MANNERS, RELIGION AND

MORALS.

"Some days after, while we were conversing over our tea, we heard the noise of a carriage; and Mr. Stanley looking out from a bow window in which he and I were sitting, said, it was Lady and Miss Rattle driving up the ave He had just time to add, "these are our fine neighbours. They always make us a

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visit as soon as they come down, while all the gloss and lustre of London is fresh upon them. We have always our regular routine of conversation. While her Ladyship is pouring the fashions into Mrs. Stanley's ear, Miss Rattle, who is about Phoebe's age, entertains my daughters and me with the history of her own talents and acquirements."

"Here they entered. After a few compliments, Lady Rattle scated herself between Lady Belfield and Mrs. Stanley, at the upper end of the room; while the fine, sprightly, boisterous girl of fifteen or sixteen threw herself back on the sofa at nearly her full length, between Mr. Stanley and me, the Miss Stanleys and Sir John sitting near us, within hearing of her lively loquacity.

"Well, Miss Amelia," said Mr. Stanley, "I dare say you have made good use of your time this winter; I suppose you have ere now completed the whole circle of the arts. Now let me hear what you have been doing, and tell me your whole achievements, as frankly as you used to do when you were a little girl" "Indeed," replied she, "I have not been idle, if I must speak the truth. One has so many things to learn, you know. I have gone on with my French and Italian of course, and I am beginning German. Then comes my drawing master; he teaches me to paint flowers and shells, and to draw ruins and buildings, and to take views. He is a good soul, and is finishing a set of pictures, and half a dozen He fire screens which I began for mamma. does help me to be sure, but indeed, I do some of it myself, don't I, mamma?" calling out to her mother, who was too much absorbed in her own narratives to attend to her daughter.

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"And then," pursued the young prattler, "I learn varnishing, and gilding, and japanning. And next winter I shall learn modelling, and etching, and engraving in mezzotinto and aquatinta, for Lady Di. Dash learns etching, and mamma says, as I shall have a better fortune than Lady Di, she vows shall learn every thing she does. Then I have a dancing master, who teaches me the Scotch and Irish steps; and another who teaches me attitudes, and I shall soon learn the waltz, and I can stand longer on one leg already than Lady Di. Then I have a singing master, and another who teaches me the harp, and another for the piano-forte. And what little time I can spare from these principal things, I give by odd minutes to ancient and modern history, and geography, and astronomy, and grammar, and botany. Then I attend lectures on chemistry, and experimental philosophy, for as I am not yet come out, I have not much to do

in the evening; and mamma says, there is nothing in the world that money can pay for, but what I shall learn. And I run so delightfully fast from one thing to another that I am never tired. What makes it so pleasant is, as soon as I am fairly set in with one master, another arrives. I should hate to be loug at the same thing. But I shan't have a great while to work so hard, for as soon as I come out, I shall give it all up, except music and danc ing."

"All this time Lucilla sat listening with a smile, behind the complacency of which she tried to conceal her astonishment. Phæbe, who had less self-controul, was on the very verge of a broad laugh. Sir John, who had long lived in a soil where this species is indigenous, had been too long accustomed to all its varieties, to feel much astonishment at this specimen, which, however, he sat contemplating with philosophical, but discriminating coolness.

"For my own part, my mind was wholly absorbed in contrasting the coarse mauners of this voluble, and intrepid, but good humoured girl, with the quiet, cheerful, and unassuming elegance of Lucilla.

"I should be afraid, Miss Rattle," said Mr. Stanley, "if you did not look in such blooming health, that, with all these incessant labours, you did not allow yourself time for rest, Surely you never sleep.".

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“O yes, that I do, and eat too," said she; my life is not quite so hard and moping as you fancy. What between shopping and morning visitings with mamma, and seeing sights, and the park, aud the gardens, (which, by the way, I hate, except on a Sunday when they are crowded,) and our young balls, which are four or five in a week after Easter, and mamma's music parties at home, I contrive to enjoy myself tolerably, though after I have been presented, I shall be a thousand times better off, for then I shan't have a moment to myself. Won't that be delightful?" said she, of twitching my arm, rather roughly, by way recalling my attention, which however had seldom wandered?

"As she had now run out her London mate rials, the news of the neighbourhood next furnished a subject for her volubility. After she had mentioned in detail one or two stories of low village gossip; while I was wondering how she could come at them, she struck me dumb by quoting the coachman as her authority. This enigma was soon explained. The mother and daughter having exhausted different topics of discourse nearly at the same time, they took their leave, in order to enrich

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"Mr. Stanley conducted Lady Rattle, and I led her daughter; but as I offered to hand her into the carriage, she started back with a sprightly motion, and screamed out, "O no, not in the inside, pray help me up to the dickey; I always protest I never will ride with any body but the coachman, if we go ever so far." So saying, with a spring shewed how much she despised my assistance, the little hoyden was seated in a moment, nodding familiarly at me, as if I had been an old friend.

"A mighty maze, and quite without a plan," replied Sir John, laughing. "But the truth is, the misfortune does not so much consist in their learning every thing, as in their knowing nothing; I mean nothing well. When gold is beaten out so wide, the lamina must needs be very thin. And you may observe, the more valuable attainments, though they are not to be left out of the modish plan, are kept in the back ground; and are to be picked up out of the odd remnants of that time, the sum of which is devoted to frivolous accomplishments. All this gay confusion of acquirements, these holiday splendours, this superfluity of enterprize, enumerated in the first part of her catalogue is the real business of education, the latter part is incidental, and if taught is not learnt.

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"Then with a voice, emulating that which, when passing by Charing-cross, I have heard issue from an over stuffed stage vehicle, when > a robust sailor has thrust his body out at the window, the fair creature vociferated "drive on coachman !" He obeyed, and turning round her whole person, she continued nodding at me till they were out of sight.

"Here is a mass of accomplishments," said I," without one particle of mind, one ray of common sense, or one shade of delicacy! Surely somewhat less time, and less money might have suffice to qualify a companion for the coachman !"

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"What poor creatures are we men," said I to Mr. Stanley as soon as he came in! "We think it very well, if after much labour and long application we can attain to one or two of the innumerable acquirements of this gay little girl. Nor is this I find the rare achievement of one happy genius. There is a whole class of these miraculous females. Miss Rattle

"As to the lectures so boastfully mentioned, they may be doubtless made very useful subsidiaries to instruction. They most happily illustrated book-knowledge; but if the pupil's instructions in private do not precede, and keep pace with these useful public exhibitions, her knowledge will be only presumptuous ignorance. She may learn to talk of oxygen and hydrogen, and deflagration, and trituration, but she will know nothing of the science except the terms. It is not knowing the name of his tools that makes an artist; and I should be afraid of the vanity which such superficial information would communicate to a mind not previously prepared, nor exercised at home in corresponding studies. But as Miss Rattle honestly confessed, as soon as she comes out all these things will die away of themselves, and dancing and music will be almost all which will survive of her multifarious pursuits."

"I look upon the great predominance of music in female education," said Mr. Stanley, "to be the source of more mischief than is suspected; not from any evil in the thing itself, but from its being such a gulph of time as really to leave little room for solid acquisitions. I love music, and were it only culti

"Is knight o'th' shire, and represents them all.” "It is only young ladies,” replied he, "whose vast abilities, whose mighty grasp of mind, can take in every thing. Among men, learned men, talents are commonly directed into some one channel, and fortunate is be, who in that one attains to excellence. The linguist is rarely a painter, nor is the mathematician of-vated as an amusement should commend it. But the monstrous proportion, or rather disproportion of life which it swallows up, ‹ ven in many religious families, and this is the chief subject of my regret, has converted an innocent diversion into a positive sin. I questiou if many gay men devote inore hours in a day to idle purposes, than the daughters of many pious parents spend in this amusement.

"All these hours the mind lies fallow, im

ten a poet. Even in one profession, there are divisions and subdivisions. The same lawyer never thinks of presiding both in the King's Bench, and in the Court of Chancery. The science of healing is not only divided into its three distinct branches, but in the profession of surgery only, how many are the subdivi sions! One professor undertakes the eye, another the ear, and a third the teeth. But women, ambitious, aspiring, universal, trium-provement is at a stand, if even it does not re phant, glorious woman, even at the age of a trograde. Nor is it the shreds and scraps of school boy, encounters the whole range of arts, time, stolen in the intervals of better things, attacks the whole circle of sciences!" that is so devoted; but it is the morning, the

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