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acts which violate the decencies of civilized life. An eminent statesman of this country, who had returned from the court of France, was asked whether gentlemen smoked in France? “Gentlemen,” said he, “smoke nowhere.”

7 The Americans are remarkable for neglecting the

teeth. Paley says that “ God did not make the teeth to ache.”. It is the most unpardonable neglect that makes them ache. The teeth were given to us for many highly necessary purposes. They are indispensable in preparing food for the stomach ; equally so in speech. They may be highly ornamental, or otherwise. They suffer as much as the skin by neglect; and they make known . their complaints, when neglected, in a manner which

cannot be disregarded. Notwithstanding these things 8 are so, probably not one child in some hundreds, in the United States, knows that there is such a thing as a' brush for the teeth. Whatsoever the Creator has gwen to us, he has required of us to use according to his laws, and, consequently, we are to preserve what he has given to be used. This is not the less true of the teeth, than it is of the eyes, the muscles, or the.diges tive power. We frequently see males and females, whose intelligent and pleasing expression: of countenance prepossesses us in their favor., but the minute -* 9 they go to speak, and laugh, the charm vanishes, and . we feel a sensation of disappointment at the disclosures ***, which they make. This is the consequence of ignorance or neglect, for which parents are directly chargeable. Ignorance is not an excuse for the violation of any plain law of nature. Voluntary neglect aggravates the wrong. If a child has once learned the comfort of cleanliness in this respect, he will duly value it, and never give it up.


Gertrude.- Mrs. Hemans. The Baron Von der Wart, accused, though it is believed unjustly, as an accomplice in the assassination of the Emperor Albert, was bound

alive on the wheel, and aitended by his wife Gertrude, throughout his last agonizing moments, with the most heroic fidelity. Her own sufferings, and those of her unfortunate husband, are most affectingly desribed in a letter which she afterward addressed to a female friend. an'l which was published some rears ago at Haarlem, in a book entitled "Gertrude Von der Wart, or Fidelity unto Death.”

1 Her hands were clasped, her dark eyes raised,

The breeze threw back her hair;
Up to the fearful wheel she gazed,

All that she loved was there.
The night was round her clear and cold,

The holy heaven above;
Its pale stars watching to behold

The might of earthly love.
2 “And bid me not depart,” she cried,

“My Rudolph! say not so!
This is no time to quit thy side,

Peace, peace! I cannot go.
Hath the world aught for me to fear

When death is on thy brow ?
The world !--what means it ?-mine is here-

I will not leave thee now?
3 “I have been with thee in thine hour

Of glory and of bliss,
Doubt not its memory's living power

To strengthen me through this !
**.. And thou, mine honored love and true,

Bear on, bear nobly on!
We have the blessed Heaven in view,

Whose rest shall soon be won.”

4. And were not these high words to flow

From Woman's breaking heart ? -Through all that night of bitterest wo : . She bore her lofty part: . But oh! with such a freezing eye,

With such a curdling cheek-Love, love! of mortal agony,

Thou, only thou; shouldst speak! :5. The winds rose high-but with them rose

Her voice that he might hear;

Perchance that dark hour brought repose

To happy bosoms near :
While she sat striving with despair

Beside his tortured form,
· And pouring her deep soul in prayer

Forth on the rushing storm-
6 She wiped the death-damps from his brow,

With her pale hands and soft,
Whose touch, upon the lute cords low,

Had stilled his heart so oft.
She spread her mantle o'er his breast,

She bathed his lips with dew,
And on his cheek such kisses pressed,

As Joy and Hope ne'er knew.
ng Oh! lovely are ye, Love and Faith,

Enduring to the last!
She had her meed-one smile in Death-

And his worn spirit passed.
While even as o'er a martyr's grave,

She knelt on that sad spot,
And weeping, blessed the God who gave

Strength to forsake it not !

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LESSON CXXIII. . The Disabled Soldier.-GOLDSMITH.. 1 No observation is more common, and at the same.

time more true, than that, “one half of the world is ignorant how the other half lives.” The misfortunes of the great are held up to engage our attention; are enlarged upon in tones of declamation ; and the world is called upon to gaze at the noble sufferers; the great, under the pressure of calamity, are conscious of several others sympathising with their distress; and have, at once, the comfort of admiration and pity.**.

There is nothing magnanimous in bearing misfor2 tunes with fortitude when the whole world is looking on; men in such circumstances will act bravely even

from motives of vanity: but he who, in the vale of ob-
scurity can brave adversity; who, without friends, to
encourage, acquaintances to pity, or even without hope,
to alleviate his misfortunes, can behave with tranquil-
lity and indifference, is truly great; whether peasant
or courtier, he deserves admiration, and should be held
up for our imitation and respect.

While the slightest inconveniences of the great are
3 magnified into calamities; while tragedy mouths out
their sufferings in all the strains of eloquence; the
miseries of the poor are entirely disregarded ; and yet *
some of the lower ranks of people undergo more real
hardships in one day, than those of a more exalted sța-
tion suffer in their whole lives. It is inconceivable
what difficulties the meanest of our common sailors
and soldiers endure without murmuring or regret ;
without passionately declaiming against Providence, or

calling on their fellows to be gazers on their intrepid4 ity. Every day is to them a day of misery, and yet they entertain their hard fate without repining.

With what indignation do I hear an Ovid, a.Cicero, or a Rabutin, complain of their misfortunes and hardships, whose greatest calamity was, that of being unable to visit a certain spot of earth, to which they had foolishly attached an idea of happiness! Their distresses, were pleasures compared to what muy of the adventuring poor every day endure without murmuring.

They ate, drank, and slept ; they had slaves to attend 5 them, and were sure of subsistence for life; while many of their fellow-creatures are obliged to wander, :1. without a friend to comfort or assist them, and even without a shelter from the severity of the season.

I have been led into these reflections from accidentally meeting, some days ago, a poor fellow, whom I knew when a boy,dressed in a sailor's jacket, and beg. ging at one of the outlets of the town, with a wooden leg. I knew him to be honest and industrious, when in

the country, and was curious to learn what had redu6 ced him to his present situation. Wherefore, after

giving him what I thought proper, I desired to know

the history of his life and misfortunes, and the manner .in, which he was reduced to his present distress. The..

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disabled soldier, for such he was, though dre sailor's babit, scratching his head, and , crutch, put himself into an attitude to co request, and gave me his history as follows

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have gone through any more than othe
7 cept the loss of my limb, and my being obli

he was, though dressed in
no his head, and leaning on h is

attitude to comply with m y

tory as follows:
misfortunes, master, I can't pretend to
any more than other folks : for ex-

nh, and my being obliged to beg,
I don't know any reason, thank Heaven, that I have to

is Bill Tibbs, of our regiment, he has complain; there is Bill Tibbs, of our re

lost both his legs, and an eye to boot; but, thank Heay-
* en, it is not so bad with me yet.

I was born in Shropshire ; my father was a laborer.
and died when I was five years old, so I was put upon
the parish. As he had been a wandering sort of a man.
the parishioners were not able to tell to what parish I
belonged, or where I was born, so they sent me to an-
8 other parish, and that parish sent me to a third. I
thought, in my heart, they kept sending me about so
long, that they would not let me be born in any parish
at all; but at last however, they fixed me. I had some
disposition to be a scholar, and was resolved at least to
know my letters; but the master of the workhouse put
me to business as soon as I was able to handle a mal-
let; and here. I lived an easy kind of a life for five
years, I only wrought ten hours in the day, and had
my meat and drink provided for my labor. It is true,
91 was not suffered to stir out of the house, for fear, as

they said I should run away ; but what of that? I hate

the liberty of the whole house, and the yard before the
:door, and that was enough for me. I was then bound

out to a farmer, where I was up both early and late ; ,
but I ate and drank well, and liked my business well.
enough, till he died, when I was obliged to provide for
myself ; so I was resolved to go and seek my fortune..

** In this manner I went from town to town, worked
when I could get employment, and starved when I

could get none; when happening one day to go through
a field belonging to a justice of the peace, I spied å
hare crossing the path just before me ; and I believe

the devil put it into my head to fling my stick at it:
· Well, what will you have on't? I killed the häre, a

was bringing it away in triumph, when the justice hi

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