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Whoe'er, where'er thou art, my brother man,
Whate'er thy occupation, rank or clan-
E’en if the hand of cold neglect is on thee,
And selfish sorrow to its gloom hath won thee;
Or if the sprite hath thrown his mantle o'er thee,
And Poverty's dread future lies before thee,
Still from the bonds of Love thou’rt not exempted
Till to its dregs thy cup of life is emptied;
While thou dost hold one blessing in thy keeping,
Turn not, indifferent, from thy brother weeping.
Look where thou wilt, thou seest those around thee
Whom thou canst bless—and duty's law hath bound thee.
Your hearts with yearning sympathy may thrill,
Your hands may aid them whensoe'er you will.
Thanks for the privilege—the heaven-lent boon!
That we, at morn, at eventide, at noon,
At every hour of each revolving day,
May light a star upon the tombward way;
And while its beams have cheered the wandering one,
Thy star of yester-eve hath radiant shone
Its brightest ray upon the illumined soul,
That gemmed the highway to life's darkling goal.
Oh, what a boon, in duty's daily round,
To walk on sorrow's consecrated ground !
Such exercise promotes the spirit's health,
Such industry secures the spirit's wealth ;
To scatter, is to hoard with pious care!
Bear others' burdens, if thou wouldst not bear
A heavier weight—thine undiminished own-
And drag, with feebler step, thy load alone.


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It was in that veritable log-cabin, reader, that I described to you in a former number, that I lay one night, alternately sleeping from weariness, and listlessly tossing from side to side upon my lowly couch, striving to obtain an easy position for my weary limbs. I was slowly recovering from an attack of the chillfever, Nature struggling faintly, yet surely, for the mastery. This was in the fall of the year, when the miasma was arising from the superabundant vegetation that was decomposing upon the soil. It was what the inhabitants

denominate “the sickly season.” At this time there were scarcely well ones enough to take care of the sick. These are the times that try the patience and firmness of the pioneer. When he has passed through this ordeal, he finds himself a wiser, and sometimes a better


Afflictions chasten and subdue the spirit; and the backwoodsman, in the absence of the ministrations of the sanctuary and Christian converse, of which he is frequently deprived, needs something to remind him that all flesh is

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grass, and that God equally rules in his temples, where his children weekly offer up their devotions, and in the forest home of the pioneer, where the barking of the wolves, the requiem of the winds, and the wild notes of the loon and other forest birds, is all the music he hears. Yet these, with the Bible, which is usually found in his cabin, with affliction to chasten, as emphatically remind him of the glory, the wisdom, and fatherly care of Him who regardeth with equal care all His works, and whose presence may be equally sought in the woodland where the woodsman has planted his home, as in His own worshipping assemblies among the busy haunts of men.

I had been gazing upon the flickering candle, as it threw its faint light upon the logs of my cabin, revealing their sombre forms, as they lay piled up, fort-like, one upon the other, and listening to the quick, short bark of the wolves, as they held their revels in the forest around our cabin, when I was suddenly aroused by a knocking at the door. I inquired who was there, and what was wanting.

I immediately recognized the voice of my friend McDonald, the father of “ wee little" Johnny, who had been lost, and had had such a wild tramp in the forest a few months previous. Mary McDonald, his wife, who had wept so frantically over the loss of her poor boy, and rejoiced so wildly that he was again restored to her fond embrace, was sick with the fever-yes, sick and dying. I had scarce physical strength to leave my bed. I however arose, and unbarred the door, and at his ear. nest entreaty prepared to go with him to his home on the shore of the lake. Kindness on my part, and affliction on his, had opened the flood-gates of his soul. McDonald and Mary were Catholics, and I was a Protestant. With streaming eyes he told me his tale, and plead with me to go and pray with his wife, as she was dying, saying he“ did not wish her to die like a hog.” How could I refuse to accompany him ? Scarcely should I have refrained from going had I feared that the act would have also opened a grave for me. But I had no such fears. I was in the path of duty, and I felt that God would sustain me. I bundled up, and tottered to his wagon, and we drove

a mile through the forest, no road or blazed trees to guide us, and no light save the feeble starlight, as it faintly shone through the trees. We wound our way cautiously, yet securely, through the gloom, until we safely arrived at his dwelling. It was midnight, and a few neighbors had assembled from a distant settlement to administer to the last wants and perform the last sad offices to the dying. These lowly neighbors had gathered from a distance of four miles. AMiction engages the sympathy of the backwoodsmen, and binds their hearts still nearer together. Like a herd of wild cattle, when one of their number is wounded or in distress, the rest immediately gather around, and show by their sympathy that they too feel the wound.

But poor Mary was beyond the sympathy of her friends. She had just breathed her last as we entered the room. Prayers for the dead were unavailing; but we knelt around the couch of her lifeless remains, and offered up an earnest petition for the living. That was a solemn season to us all ; at midnight, in the wilderness, around the bed of death.

The grim tyrant never had a more fitting time and place to read his lessons, and I hope we profited by them. The scenes that had transpired but a few months before were fresh and vivid to us all. That bosom that had been swayed by such intense excitement and agony, and been heaved with such overpowering emotions of joy at the loss and recovery of her boy, was now still.

Death had placed his rigid hands upon those features that till then had been the joy of that household,

The light of that circle in the wilderness was put out. Poor McDonald illy bore his misfortune. He did not own God's justice in depriving his children of their guide, and bimself of his companion. I endeavored to show him his error, and convince him that "the Judge of all the Earth doth right.” On the second day from the death of poor Mary, her remains were followed to the grave by her weeping family and a few sympathizing friends, and the heart-stricken group of mourners returned to their lowly home on the border of the lake.

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Pursuit of CHARACTER UNDER DIFFICULTIES.— There is something not a little ludicrous in the shifts many people make to establish a reputation for refinement, taste and gentility, when they have but a very little capital of this class to work with. For example, a lady in this city--we have the story from a friend of ours, acquainted with the lady--whose husband has suddenly become a millionaire, and whose family are trying hard to put on the airs of the upper ten thousand, in urging a neighbor of hers to call at her residence, named as one inducement a portrait of her husband, which had been recently sent home. “ It is a splendid picture,” she said ; "it was painted by one of the old masters.” On another occasion she remarked that theirs was a very old family, and that they immigrated to this coun. try

In the same interview she declared that she was intimately acquainted with a gentleman who was a personal friend of Shakspeare. These stories may not inappropriately be classed with the one about the young lady who, on being asked what she thought of the style of the novel she was reading, replied that she had not come to that yet. Sterne--we think it is Sterne; it is somebody, at any rate-says that the most accomplished way of using books is to serve them as many people serve lords and other great men--learn their titles and then brag of their acquaintance. From our own observation, we have not the slightest doubt that there are multitudes of readers who form just such an acquaintance with the world of literature, and for just such a purpose. Some body recently made the tour of Europe and Asia. When he returned, he was asked if he had seen the Dardanelles. “Oh yes," he said, “I dined with them one day.”

THE ERIE RAILROAD.--A few weeks since this most important road was opened from Port Jervis to Binghamton, a distance of one hundred and twenty-six miles. The length of the

road now completed is two hundred miles, and the Hudson and the Susquehanna are by this road brought within about eight hours' ride of each other. The benefits that must result to the travelling public from this enterprise are incalculable. Proceeding from New York westward, on the route of this road, Binghamton is among the first villages of importance; and the amount of transportation over the road while its terminus is here will be very great. But during the year the road will be continued through Owego, Elmira and Corning, some seventy-five miles further, and a vast and flour. ishing section of country near the Pennsylvania line will be accommodated by it. Nor is this all. The company will soon form a connecting link from their road to the central railroad, by a steamboat on Seneca Lake. When this arrangement is effected, a great proportion of the travel from New York to Geneva, and westward from this point, must be by the Erie Road, for the distance is much less; and besides, we are glad to perceive that the rates of fare on this route are much more reasonable than on that which is now usually travelled.

BROADWAY.— There is a great deal of truth, racily and prettily told, in a work soon to make its appearance, called “ New York in Slices," as, par exemple :--“There are hundreds and thousands in New York who cannot live out of Broadway; who must breathe its air at least once in the day, or they gasp and perish. They are creatures of conventionality, whose sole luxury, whose chief enjoyment in this world, is to have certain hats touched to them every day of their life in Broadway. This is their morning's anticipation, their evening's reminiscence; and when at length they find this world and its affairs closing upon them, they call a confidential friend to their bedside, and whisper in his ear, as they are going, “ Let the funeral go through Broadway !"

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Posthumous Works of the Rev. Thomas Chal

mers, D. D., LL.D. Vol. V. New York: Harper & Brothers.

This volume is the second of “Sabbath Scrip. ture Readings,” and is as excellent—so we judge from a casual glance at its pages—as the one which preceded it, already favorably noticed in this magazine. One of the chief merits of these Sabbath Readings, aside from the thought and originality by which they are characterized, and in respect of which too many commentaries are lamentably deficient, is the practical bearing they must have upon personal and spiritual religion. It is in these daily suggestions and reflections, more perhaps than in any other department of the writings of the great Chalmers, that the warmth of his piety is indicated, so far as the temperature of piety can be indicated by words.

Biblical Repository and Classical Review. Con

ducted by J. M. SHERWOOD. January, 1849.

This is a sterling number of the very best pub lication of the kind in the United States. Great improvements have been made recently in the management of the Repository. Mr. Sherwood is an industrious, as well as a discriminating editor, and every number, since his accession to the editorial charge of the work, has been marked with peculiar interest. To ministers of the Gospel, and other biblical students, this publication is invaluable.

The Christian Observatory ; a Religious and

Literary Magazine. Edited by several Clergymen. Boston: J. V. Beane & Co.

The January number of this periodical is the first of the third volume. In the introduction to the new volume, with which the number opens, are these remarks on the general object of the work : “ It is designed to be eminently practical, and to act directly on the doctrinal and spiritual terests of the churches and their ministry, by short articles which all who will can find time to read. It is designed to be an organ through which our denomination (the Orthodox Congregational) can utter its voice, and make known its views on the great questions of the age.” It is a spirited monthly, and, if it is not too exclusive and dogmatical, will undoubtedly be a useful and popular work among those who sympathize especially with the form of government of the Congregational branch of our Church. We dislike, however, to hear the Puritans lauded as superhuman and demi-angelic; more especially do we dislike to hear this strain over and over again from the same instrument. We get heartily sick of it. This number of the Observatory plays a good many variations on that air. It lets us understand, too, that they—those who sympathize with that Magazine-are “ the legitimate successors and representatives of those fathers.” It seems to us that outeries against the assumption of our Episcopal fraternity, in regard to their doctrine of succession, come with rather an ill grace from the Observatory, after the utterance of such language. Still, we are by no means sure. We are only a “looker-on in Venice.” We do not enter the arena of ecclesiastical controversy. It seems to us, too, that the spirit of a brief paragraph we happened to stumble upon among the editor's record of new publicacations might be vastly improved. In reference to the “ Independent,” a Congregational auxiliary, recently established in this city, conducted with no little tact, and we had supposed quite as temperately and charitably as is usual among news. papers advocating a particular creed, the editors say:

“Like the Irish rebellion in the time of Charles I., it breaks out forty thousand strong!

Outlines of a New System of Physiognomy, illus

trated by numerous engravings indicating the Location of the Signs of the different Mental Faculties. By J. W REDFIELD, M. D. New York: J. S. Redfield.

This is an octavo volume of some 100 pages, the object of which is sufficiently clear from the title. It needs a pretty capacious csophagus to conduct into the digestive machinery of the mind all that this book contains; though there are good things in it-enough of them—which, so far from choking any body, afford very acceptable and useful aliment.

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The only disadvantage under which it labors is, the highly raised expectation of the public, which will not be easily satisfied. And the editors do not wish to afford easy satisfaction. They are men, as the Rev. Sidney Smith used to say, of forty-parson power !" However, the Obseryatory is a good work for all that.

Franklin Illustrated. Part II. New York:

Harper & Brothers.

One of the most elegantly illustrated works that has found its way to our table for many a day, and rich in interest and practical knowledge.

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Cholera ; its Causes, Prevention and Cure; show

ing the Inefficacy of Drug Treatment, and the Superiority of the Water-Cure in this disease. By Joel Suew, M. D. New York: Fowlers & Wells.

Most of our readers, probably, will dissent from the views taken by this author, in regard to the efficiency of the water treatment in general; but whether they do or not, the book, which costs only twenty-five cents, will be found of much value.

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MAGAZINES, NEW AND OLD. We design to keep our readers advised of what is going on in the department of our periodical literature; and we improve the opportunity presented by the opening of another year, to give a glance at the most prominent of the magazines now in the field. ...... The Union MAGAZINE, formerly published in this city, has been removed to Philadelphia. Mrs. Kirkland, one of the best literary editors, in our estimation, among the entire corps, still continues her connection with the work, though another individual shares the editorial labor with her. Messrs. Sartain & Co. are the publishers. ...... GRAHAM'S MAGAZINE and Goney's Ladies' Book are still disputing for the palm of producing the best pictures. The initial numbers of the new volumes of these magazines are extremely elegant in the way of embellishments, nor is this feature the sole recommendation due them. ... ... The COLUMBIAN MAGAZINE, for the past year published by John S. Taylor, has passed into the hands of Rev. D. Mead, who is in future to be the editor and publisher. In its exterior it has somewhat improved, and we can scarcely doubt that it will be well conducted under the new regime. Mr. Mead, it will be recollected, was the originator of the Parlor Magazine. ...... Mr. Post, formerly connected with

the Union, has started a new magazine, somewhat similar to the Union in its essential features, called the AMERICAN METROPOLITAN MAGAZINE. It is edited by William Landon, and the first and second numbers are very creditable ones. The wood-cuts, designed by S. H. Matteson, and engraved by Leslie & Traver, are especially attractive... ... The Youth's CABINET appears in a new dress throughout, and the first number in the new volume is, we think, the most perfect specimen of a juvenile magazine ever laid on our table. It is still under the editorial supervision of Francis C. Woodworth, and published by D. A. Woodworth. ...... Merry's Museum has passed into new hands. Messrs. McDonald & Co. are now the publishers. Peter Parley and Robert Merry are a host, as everybody knows, and they are still as hard at work as everin connection with this magazine. ... ... The Mother's MAGAZINE, which is getting to be something of a patriarchis this an Irishism l-is as vigorous in its old age, for aught we can see, as it ever was in its earlier days. ... ... We must not omit, in this connection, a magazine which has been a candidate for the people's good will for some six months, published in Boston, by William Simonds & Co., and called the PICTORIAL NATIONAL LIBRARY. It is an exceedingly readable and useful publication, intending to embrace the most striking peculiarities of Chambers' & Howitt's Journals, beautifully embellished with wood engravings, and cheap enough to satisfy any reasonable man or woman. Mr. Adriance is the agent for this city.

New Religious NEWSPAPER.—A weekly journal, called THE INDEPENDENT, advocating the system of church policy and views of biblical truth adopted by the Orthodox Congregational denomination, has recently been commenced in this city, under the editorial supervision of Rev. Dr. Bacon of New Haven, Rev. Mr. Thompson of New York, and Rev. Mr. Storrs of Brooklyn, assisted by Mr. Leavitt, so well and favorably known as an editor. The first few numbers already issued are, in our view, very creditable specimens of a good religious newspaper. Without expressing any preference in this place, among the different evangelical denominations, we can scarcely avoid commending the Independent to those who sympathize with the branch of evangelical Christians with which it is connected, as the best paper of its kind with which we are acquainted. Mr. S. W. Benedict, formerly proprietor of the New York Evangelist, is the publisher.

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