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iri I can ill gs. (Selected for the PRINCIPALITY ) THE DAUGHTER'S REQUEST. MY father, thou hast not the tale denied- They say that ere noon to-morrow Thou wilt bring back a radiant and smiling bride, To our lonely house of sorrow. I should wish thee joy of thy coming bliss, But tears are my words suppressing; I think on my mother's dying kiss, And my mother's parting blessing. Yet to-morrow I hope to hide my care, I will still my bosom's beating, And strive to give to thy chosen fair A kind and courteous greeting. She will heed me not in the joyous pride Of her pomp, and friends, and beauty; Ah, little need has a new-made bride Of a daughter's quiet duty. Thou gav'st her costly gems, they say, When thy heart first fondly sought her; Dear father, one nuptial gift I pray, Bestow on thy weeping daughter My eye even now on the treasure falls, 1 covet and ask no other, It has hung for years on our ancient walls—r 'Tis the portrait of my mother. To-morrow when all is in festal guise, And the guests our rooms are filling, The calm meek gaze of those hazel eyes Might my soul with grief be thrilling And a gloom oil thy marriage banquet cast, Sad thoughts of their owner giving, For a floating twelvemonth scarce has passed Since she mingled with the living. If thy bride should weary or offend, That portrait might waken feelings Of the love of thy fond departed friend, And its sweet and kind revcalings Of her mind's commanding force unchecked Bv feeble or selfish weakness. Of her speech, where dazzling interest Was softened by Christian meekness. Then, father, grant that at once to-night, Ere the bridal crowd's intrusion, I remove this portrait from thy sight To my chamber's still seclusion. It will nerve me to-morrow's dawn to bear, It will beam on me protection, When I ask of Heaven, in my faltering prayer, To hallow thy new connexion." Thou wilt waken, father, in pride and glee, To renew the ties once broken, But nought upon earth remains to me Save this sad silent token. v The husband's tears may be few and brief, He may woo and win another, But the daughter clings in unchanging grief To the image of her mother. LIKE unto trees of gold arranged in beds of silver, are wise sentences uttered in due season. WE have never so much cause to fear as when we fear nothiiig.-I-IAI,L. NEVER speak of any one's faults to others, until you have first spoken of them to the offender himself. IT has been well said, by I know not whom, tha an Englishman is never happy, but when he is miserable that a Scotchman is never at home, but when he is abroad; that an Irishman is never at peace, but when he is at war. AVARICE is a passion as despicable as it is hateful. It chooses the most insidious means for the attainment of it ends; it dares not pursue its means with the bold impetuosity of the soaring eagle, but skims the ground in narrow circles like the swallow. THE human heart rises against oppression, and is soothed by gentleness, as the wave of the ocean rises in proportion to the violence of the winds, and sinks with the breeze into mildness and serenity. IN cases of doubtful morality It is usual to say,—Is there any harm in doing this ? The best method of answering this question by the genuine dictates of the conscience, is to ask yourself another, yiz -is there any harm in letting it alone? or, is it good and proper to be done ? WE commonly have our eye upon those things which we desire, and set so great a price upon them, that the over-valu- ing of what we have in pursuit and expectation, makes us un- dervalue what we have in possession.—SANDERSON. EVERY man whose knowledge or whose virtue can give value to his opinion, looks with scorn or pity, neither of which can afford much gratification to pride, on him whom the panders of luxury have drawn into the circle of their influence, and whom he sees parcelled out among the different ministers of folly, and about to be torn to pieces by tailors and jockeys, vintners and attorneys, who at once rob and ridicule him, and who ai e sec retly triumphing over his weakness, when they pre- sent new incitement to his appetite, and heighten his desires by counterfeited applause. -,R-km.BLEI' PARALLELS.—Man is strong; woman is beautiful. Man is daring and confident; woman is diffident and unassuming. Man is. great in action woman in suffering. Man shines abroad; woman at home. Man talks to convince woman to persuade and please. Man has a rugged heart woman a soft and tender one. Man prevents misery; woman relieves it. Man has science; woman taste. Man has judgment; woman sensibility. Man is a being of justice; woman of mercy. WHOEVER commits a fraud is guilty not only of the particu- lar injury to him who deceives, but of the diminution of that confidence which constitutes not only the ease but the existence of society. He that suffers by imposture has too often his virtue more impaired than his fortune. But as it is necessary not to mvite robbery by supincness, so it is our duty not to suppress tenderness by suspicion; it is better to suffer wrong than to do it, and happier to be sometimes cheated than not to trust.-RUIBLER. IIFE without some necessity for exertion must ever lack real interest, That state is capable of the greatest enjoyment, where necessity urges, but not painfully.; where effort is re- quired, but as much as possible, without anxiety; where the spring and summer of life are preparatory to the harvest of autumn and the repose of winter. Thenis every season sweet, and in a well-spent life the last the best—the season of calm enjoyn:e:it, the richest in recollections, the brightest in hope. Good training and a fair start constitute a more desirable patrimony than wealth and those parents who study their children's welfare rather than the gratification of their own avarice or vanity would do well to think on this. Is it better to run a successful race, or to begin and end at the goal R—THE ORIGINAL.

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