than herself. On the contrary, it was with unwonted seriousness that, after a momentary pause, she answered:

"The eleventh commandment' is holy, my dear niece, and ought to be considered as sacred and solemnly binding upon us as any in the Decalogue--not one of which you would have dared to make the subject of light jesting. Do you not remember who has promulged it, Cornelia? He who is God our Saviour, has said, A new commandment I give unto you, that ye love one another; even as I have loved you, that ye love one another;' and to save our souls He laid down his own life," added Mrs. Amy. We gazed at each other for some moments in silence, when Mrs. Amy at length resumed:

"If this fails to silence your objections, and convince you of the imperative duty of Christian reproof and admonition, Cornelia, there is yet one more text which I would recommend to your solemn consideration. It is written, Ezekie! . and 18th-- When I say unto the wicked, Thou shalt surely die, and thou givest him not warning, nor speakest to warn the wicked from his way to save his life, the same

wicked man shall die in his iniquity, but his blood will I require at thine hand."

An involuntary shudder was my only reply to an injunction enforced by so awful a denunciation. "Aunt Amy, it is tremendous !" I exclaimed, as Mrs. Amy laid aside the Bible she had referred to, and rose from her chair.

"In that text, and others of a like nature, my dear, you have the explanation of my conduct in this matter," observed my Aunt; "and if an injunction so solemn, and a threat so awful, is not a sufficient warrant and apology for endeavoring to keep myself free from the blood of souls, I freely acknowledge that I have none to offer;" and taking up her work, Mrs. Amy quitted the room without further effort on my part to detain her. My reader may be assured that I never again endeavored to convince Mrs. Amy of the impropriety or incivility of administering Christian admonition.

Should any of our readers desire a farther acquaintance with so odd a person as Mrs. Amy Harleigh, they may obtain it by a perusal of Mrs. Travers' manuscript, as contained in the next chapter.

A GLIMPSE AT BOSTON-Crossing Long Island Sound now-a-days is a very trivial affair. Some ten years since, it was an event to be thought of and dreaded for weeks before one attempted it. Now, if we should chance to awake in the night, while on our way, we can scarcely convince ourselves that we are not in some pleasant hotel on terra firma. One night while on board the steamer Vanderbilt a few weeks since, we had to reason with ourself for some minutes before we could believe we were in a veritable state-room. There was so little motion, so little noise from the machinery, and withal the state-room was so spacious and so comfortable, that it seemed impossible for us to be steaming along at the rate of twenty miles the hour. There are three routes to Boston by the way of the Sound, of which this, via Stonington and Providence, is on the whole, perhaps, the most preferable. At any rate, one who finds fault with this method of passing between New-York and Boston must be difficult to please.

We stopped at Providence a day or two, en

joying the hospitality and agreeable society of the family of our friend and correspondent Mrs. Brooks, and proceeded to Boston. Were you ever in that city of notions, friend reader? If so, did you not carry away with you a host of pleasant associations? Perhaps not. We, of this metropolis of the Knickerbockers, are a little in the habit of looking upon our city with an air of selfsatisfaction very much as Nebuchadnezzar is represented as looking upon Babylon, and our natural and almost excusable prejudices render it quite difficult sometimes to perceive the attractions which really exist in our neighboring sisters. These prejudices, we opine, form an atmosphere so densely foggy, when we go abroad, that it is almost impossible to see clearly. The objects we see at all appear misshapen and deformed. There is a sort of intellectual mirage—an unequal, and consequently deceptive, refraction, that plays all sorts of tricks with our perception. Is it not so? How otherwise can we account for the fact, that a Yew-Yorker-a gentleman of good taste and excellent discrimination in the

main-can visit the New-England metropolis and not discover that her Common is the most magnificent and glorious' thing of the kind on this continent, in comparison with which everything in the shape of a public square in our city is scarcely deserving the name? And yet we have seen such people. The truth is-and we might as well own it at once-ever since the Yankees made those warlike inroads upon the and peace tranquillity of the good people of New Amsterdam, an event so graphically described by our old friend and incomparable historian, Knickerbocker-ever since that time there has been some coldness on the part of the New msterdam folks. They have not forgotten the old feud. Well, it was rather unkind in those Eastern Vandals to overrun this quiet Dutch settlement in that style. But we cannot help it now; and there is no use, that we can see, in crying about it now, and emptying our vials of spleen on the heads of the Yankees of the present generation. Let that be as it may, however, we always enjoy a visit to Boston. True, the streets are somewhat crooked, and we make it a point to get lost there half a dozen times a day, and twice as often at night. But we like to go there for all that; and when we come to the matter of crooked streets, the Philadelphians insist pretty strongly that we have nothing to boast of on that score.

The largest hotel in the city-probably the largest in the Union-and the one where the traveller, notwithstanding the immense number of guests which one always finds there, can enjoy most of the quiet of home, so much to be coveted when one is abroad, is the United States. It is! situated somewhat apart from the centre of business, but to our mind it is far more desirable on that account; and in other respects, it combines all the excellencies of a good hotel of the first class.

Until recently, it is true, Boston was greatly behind us in one respect. We have been for years enjoying the luxury of the water of Croton river, while the Bostonians were for the most part supplied from wells of very inferior water. But a week or two before our visit to the city this want had been bountifully supplied. Lake Cochituate, or Long Pond, as it used to be called -the source of the water recently introducedis situated some twenty miles from the city. The cost of the work, when completed, will amount to about four millions of dollars.

WASHINGTON'S MONUMENT.-The view, reader, which we give you this month, of Washington's monument, is not the monument erected or to be

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erected in this city. It is no more nor less than the column which has stood for some years in the city of Baltimore, a tasteful specimen of art, and an honor to the city. It strikes a stranger as rather odd, however, and slightly ludicrousat all events it struck us so, when we were first shown the lions of Baltimore, that an ambitious and aspiring shot tower, in the exercise of its vocation, shoots upward toward the clouds higher than this monument to the father of his country. We did not like that, very well.

By the way, what has become of the project for a monument to Washington in our own city? Oan anybody tell? Are all the speeches which have been made, the dinners which have been eaten, the toasts which have been drank-drunken, if the reader prefers that inflection for the participle to go for nothing? We believe the gentlemen who have the thing in charge, have not yet decided upon a plan. Our great-grandchildren will hardly live to see the structure completed, at this rate. What are the committee thinking about? Do they mean to act over the farce of Knickerbocker's maternal grandfather, in building the church at Rotterdam ?

TO A FRIEND WHO SOLICITED AN ACROSTIC.
Could we discern the scenes of future days,
As Memory's eye looks back upon the past,
The spirit oft would shudder at the gaze-
Hope is a castle-builder to the last ;
And though her castles, one by one, may fall,
Right earnestly she spends her wit again,
In building others, just as fair and tall,
Nor deems her magic architecture vain.-

، Enough !" says Kate, my protcge of yore,
This is a strange acrostic on my name!"-
Alas! my muse, I told you o'er and o'er,
Cannot, with all her skill, acrostics frame.
Enough! well, if I choose another strain,
Perhaps I might as well begin anew,
And write the whole acrostic o'er again ;
The thing would jingle quite as well, 'tis true.

To say, moreover, al I would append

On these three lines, 'twere vain my time to spend.
Nay, here I am, already at the end.

WOMAN'S DESTINY-AUDI ALTERAM PARTEM.Some little time since, it will be recollected, a poetical fugitive appeared in our Miscellany-we didn't write it ourself, please to recollect that, too, fair reader-with the above title, in which the writer, in a very sympathizing and lachrymose manner, details the woes under which the better half of creation are represented as groaning from the tyranny of the other and sterner half. Now we would have thrust our hand into a hornet's nest as soon as we would have written any such thing. We thought the poor fellow would get

stung, when we saw what he was about, and have only marvelled that he escaped so long. Well, his little fugitive found its way into Arkansas, and came under the eye of a lady there, who sends us the following reply:

"A friend with whom I recently passed an evening, loaned me, very kindly, her September number of the Parlor Magazine to take home. So I replenished the dying embers, drew my chair and table to that quiet and privileged spot, the corner; dismissed all intruders from the mind-what a delicious hour for such companionship is the silent time that ushers in the dark-robed queen— and introduced myself to the ladies and gentlemen and anonymous Editor of its pages. I read and admired several of its articles, congratulated myself and my country, as well as the cause of morality and literature, that so fascinating a work is destined to supplant, gradually, but in many quarters effectually, a literature too light and dissipating to satisfy the irresistible cravings of the immortal spirit-and turned, as I am wont, to the Editorial corner. As the laws of etiquette excuse from the expression of opinion of the merits of 'present company,' I must beg the privilege of saying that the reason assigned for declining an article alluded to, speaks volumes to some of us, and we hail the moral courage that spoke out so frankly, in this age of tales of Romance and Fiction, as a pledge that the high ground assumed by the Magazine will be maintained. Of course we assume nothing-but this is a free country, and those sentiments are essentially our own. Still further on we saw something which hit ourself, as one of that acknowledged majority who rule the world,' (and, in parenthesis, we have had once or twice a pass ing view of the 'bears' who can refuse a favor— but we leave them out of the category-they are only bears,) and we felt ourself invited, in common with a host of others, by the gallant and chivalrous Editor, to speak out. We did so then and there, in our book of odds and ends;' if we fail in transcribing intelligibly, the fault belongs to Mr. Paul, who, by driving sleep from our eyelids till an early hour, has abstracted something from the life of to-day.

"And besides his sentiments, I have some fault to find with that gentleman's grammar. What authority can that bard possibly have for expressing himself thus:

O destiny, if ye designed?'

In accepting the invitation alluded to, I consulted the power thus singularly (and plurally) invoked, and though late, I will tell you what said

ARCHITECTURE. We continue in the present number our illustrations of tasteful country residences. In our last, we presented a view of "Waldwic Cottage," which deserves a passing remark. This edifice was built before the revolutionary war. During the war, it was at different times the stopping place or headquarters of Washington, and the residence of the beautiful Theodozia Prevost, who afterward became renowned as the wife of Aaron Burr. At that time it was called the "Little Hermitage." It was while residing here that this lady first became acquainted with Burr, who was stationed at Ramapo, not far distant. But the cottage has other recommendations besides these old associations connected with it. It is situated in one of the loveliest and most fertile spots in New Jersey, about thirty miles from New York. Only a very small part of the original building now remains. The present owner of Waldwic Cottage, for whom it was designed anew and rebuilt, is Elijah Rosencrantz, Esq. The design is one of Mr. Ranlett's, as is also the Italian Villa, a view of which is given in this number. The style is chaste, and admirably adapted, in our estimation, for the residence of a small family in the country. Mr. Ranlett, who originated these designs, is doing much to improve the American taste in architecture, by a monthly publication of great merit and of wide popularity, called the "Architect," each number of which contains several different plans of residences, with an estimate of the cost of constructing each edifice respectively.

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from a valued friend engaged as a missionary among the Choctaws in Arkansas, a prospectus of a new paper with the above title to be issued in Doaksville, one half in the Choctaw, and the other in the English language. It is to be edited by D. Falsom, and is to appear weekly. We cordially wish this enterprise success. There is the utmost need of such a paper in this section of the country, and we trust the friends of the Indian, and the friends of the Indian's friends residing in the Northern and Eastern States, will encourage the effort by forwarding their subscriptions.

The American Arithmetic, in which the principles of numbers are explained and illustrated by a great variety of practical questions. By JAMES ROBINSON, Principal of the Mathematical Department of the Bowdoin School, Boston. Boston: John P. Jewett & Co.

We are of the opinion that changes in school books ought to be made but seldom, and with great care. We may be unnecessarily scrupulous in this matter; but we would sustain the existing order of things, by all means, unless there is some palpable and peremptory reason for a new order. We are highly conservative, we confess it. But we have scarcely kept up with the spirit of the age, so far as the teaching of the science of arithmetic is concerned, so that we can hardly tell what verdict to render upon the question whether this book of Mr. Robinson's ought to supersede those now in use, though the author has had great experience in teaching, and has certainly succeeded well in his attempt to produce a good book.

The Church in Earnest. By JOHN ANGELL JAMES, author of the "Church Member's Guide," &c. Boston: Gould, Kendall, & Lincoln.

It is scarcely necessary to commend to the attention of the Christian reader the works of this heavenly-minded, active, practical servant of Christ. He is emphatically the man for the times. All he has written shows this clearly, and nothing among the efforts of his pen which we have read is better and more to the purpose than the one with the above title.

Sermons. By HENRY EDWARD MANNING, M.A., Archdeacon of Chichester. First American, from the fourth London edition. New York: Stanford & Swords.

In this volume are twenty sermons from one of the ablest divines of the Church of England, upon the following topics: Holiness in Childhood; Holy Obedience; Fasting a means of Christian Nature and Limits of Temptation; Perfection; Worldly Cares; Spiritual Presumption; Worldly Ambition; Right Use of Rest after Trial; Sympathy of Christ; Sympathy a Note of the Church; Holiness of Common Life; the World we have Renounced; Mixing with the World, and its Safeguards; Poverty a Holy State; Devotion Possible, in the Busiest Life; Prayer a Mark of True Holiness; Short Devotions a Hindrance to Prayer; the Long-Suffering of Christ; the Gentleness of Christ. In all these discourses, occasion is taken from incidents in the history of Christ, to explain and illustrate some one or more of the Christian graces. The plan is a good one, and well executed.

Two Hundred Stories for Children. Compiled by a Minister of the Gospel. Boston: John P. Jewett & Co.

A small volume containing tales and anecdotes, original and selected, with which little children cannot fail to be pleased. But we are a little disposed to find fault with the reverend compiler for one thing. We think his neglect to give any kind of credit for the articles he has gleaned from various sources, little short of unpardonable.

The Old Stone House; or, the Patriot's Fireside. By JOSEPH ALDEN, D.D. New York: M. W. Dodd.

The object of this little volume, as the author informs us in his preface, is to inspire the young reader with the spirit of patriotism, to render him familiar with some of the clementary principles of the science of government, and to acquaint him with the origin and formation of the Constitution of the United States. This object is attempted in the form of a tale, which is characterized by the interest which so uniformly attends the efforts of Professor Alden, and which renders him so acceptable to the juvenile reader. The book contains, in language adapted to the capacity of children, and in a form calculated to command their attention, a fund of knowledge respecting our civil institutions of the utmost importance to every one.

The American Veterinarian, or Diseases of Domestic Animals. By S. W. COLE, Editor of the Agricultural Department of the Boston Cultivator. Boston: John P. Jewett & Co.

An excellent work, as proved by the testimony of farmers in every section of the country. Chambers' Miscellany of Useful and Entertaining Knowledge. Part 30. Boston: Gould, Kenda!! & Lincoln. New York: Sold by Long & Brother.

This incomparable work is now completed, and the publishers have prepared for it a tasteful and elegant style of binding. The price of binding to subscribers is twenty-five cents a volume. Parents will find in this Miscellany one of the most valuable works, conveying information on general subjects with which every one ought to be acquainted, ever published in this country or in England. One of its prominent features of excellence and indeed this feature is more or less prominent in all works published for the young, according to their merits as juvenile works-is its adaptation to interest the parent as well as his child. We have nothing of a similar character in our library which we value so highly for our own reading.

The Thousand and One Nights. Harpers' Illustrated edition. Part 11.

One number more completes the work. Whoever wants this renowned collection of Eastern tales, with six hundred beautiful pictures, can soon have an opportunity of possessing it-that is, if he has the money to pay for it.

The National Psalmist; a collection of the most popular and useful Psalm and Hymn Tunes &c. By LOWELL MASON and GEORGE JAMES WEBB. Boston: Tappan, Whittemore & Mason. We believe this book will be found to contain more available church music than either of its predecessors. It contains a richer selection from the old standard tunes than we have ever seen in any book before; and its original tunes, many of which are by English and German composers, possess much variety and beauty. One of the most important features in this book, and one which we have never seen in any other book published in America, is the clear line which it has drawn between Congregational and Choir Tunes. This principle is not understood by teachers or leaders of music, or by pastors or by people. The most horrid work is everywhere made by the common yet absurd blunder of trying to sing congregationally in the use of Choir Tunes. This book points out the difference clearly. We are happy to learn that the best tunes in this work designed for congregational use have been published in a little volume by themselves entitled "The Congregational Tune Book." This will be found a very convenient manual for families to have in their pews.

Sacred Meditations. By P. L. U. New York : Harper & Brothers.

A pretty little miniature book, containing gems for the devout and contemplative mind, designed for secret and family devotions.

NEW MUSIC.-We are indebted to Oliver Ditson, Boston, for several beautiful pieces of music, which he has recently published in sheet form, adapted to the Piano Forte. Among them are the following: 1. The Juvenile Waltz, by Richard B. Taylor; 2. "I lay on the Battle Field," words and melody by N. Derring, arranged with accompaniments, by Edward Howe, Jr.; 3. The Cottage of my Mother, written by Jesse Hutchinson, music by Judson Hutchinson, a very pretty thing, one of the best of the songs of those celebrated minstrels of the old Granite State; 4. We are almost there," answer to the popular ballad, “Are we almost there?" poetry by James H. Brown, music by I. B. Woodbury; A Little Cot beside the Sea," sung in the opera of the "Forest Maiden," music by J. H Tully; 6. Old Zack's Quickstep, arranged from the popular melody of "Rosa Lee," by Edward L. White; 7. The Imprisoned, a ballad by Alfred Wheeler, music by Dempster.

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