Pittston Gazette and Susquehanna Anthracite Journal

              D ________——- ' V PITTSTON GAZETTE, Inn A ISTUB - BS! AND SUSQUE H JOURNAL. a WkMij J0tm3pnper—•( Utonft8 to Jims. littrnfurt, fMa, tjje jHtrcatrtiit, Jflining, 3HttJrnnital, trait %irnlttrnl Sntrnaf# of tjjt Countrq, Snstnutinh, amumtmtf, kt.)~£m Hnllnrg Jtamtfit. PITTSTON, PA., FRIDAY, JUNE 10, 1853. WHOLE NUMBER 147. V OLUME 3.--NUMBER 43. TO MARY IVko died en the 1st of May. flourishing congregation in the largest oily in our land. After a time he became editor of an important religious periodical, which he sustained with great acceptance, and most happy results. At length, after years of useful labor, suspicion was excited as to his moral character. Upon investigation, disclosures were made which proved him lo be a ruined man. He had taken the intoxioa'.ing cup, and was guilty of other acts which shut him out forever from the ministry. A political paper in New York stated the fact of his fall, and imputed it to his evangelical sentiments. He saw that imputation, and replied lo it in a most touching manner. He admitted the fact of his ruin in tones of deep anguish. He then confessed the true cause. It was the reading of novels There began his downward career. There were first cher. ished his unhallowed impressions. Thence he was led *.o drink the intoxicating cup. 1 knew his habits in college. He was thC-n excessively fond of reading the works of Byron, Scott, and others of a similar character. These lie read at first, he said, to improve his style of writing. He soon ac quired a love for such reading, and was at length entirely overcome and ruined by 11, He is now, poor man, in his grave, and gone to bis final account. Bui for novels, he might have been a faithful and useful minister of Chrisl, a blessing to (he church, and a comfort to his family and a large circle of respected friends." A beautiful girl of nineteen years, a member of a popular boarding-sehool, left her room in the middle of a wintry night and drowned herself in a neighboring stream. In a letter to her teacher, a fqw hours before hei death, she left this honest confession—"1 have read too many novels for my own good. Some, perhaps, might have read them without injury ; but it has affected me. I look around me and behold those that are no better, and have no wealthier parents, educated. Thev can stand as high in society as the wealthiest. Why is it ? Because their friends feel an inter est in their welfare, 'litis reminds me of things that 1 have read about." Froin the /'enncylvanlan. THE PITTSTON" GAZETTE, and spectacles, in infinite variety, hold out their attractions to the lovers of mar. vels, and urgent and vociferous are the different competitors for public favor. Loud and swelling music, also, never ceases its joylul strains, and the couples who yield to its enticement, and press the greensward in a lively dance. Nothing can give the mind more unmixed pleasure, than the contemplation of thousands of hu. man being thus assembled together for innocent recreation, from which excess of every description is excluded, where no in toxicition is witnessed, and where no broils or drunken rows occur to mar the general harmony, or to drive deoent and respoctable persons away in disgust. The prominent features, indeed, of all such assemblies throughout continental Europe arc, the undisturbed good nature of every one present, and the sincere endeavor of ull to render themselves happy without any improper interference with others.— All classes mingle together upon an equal footing, which no one attempts to subvert; and the laboring orders are admitted to a full participation in the current pleasures, without the richer classes fecliug either degraded or annoyed at (he intermixture.— This is perceptible in public places, and especially in the instance before us, at the fuir in Copenhagen Great Park ; a quiet and orderly fueling, which rather enhances than diminishes the universal joy and satisfaction, permitting the mind every rational indulgence, without any brutal and inordinute gratification. Therefore, not only the sons and daughters of toil, the peasants, laborers, artisans—not only the merchants and shopk«epers with their families, but also the nobility and princes of ;ho blood, mingle in the general sports.— Qu the occasion of my visit to this interesting and picturesque fete, the princes Christian and John, cousins of the reigning king, pursued their way in the crowd, without attracting any particular observation, and seemingly as much intent in search of novelty and amusement aa the most unsophisticated of their countrymen. former lover, he shouted out, " Yes, dear, est Annette, 1 will mairy only thee f"— How truly he had canght the prevailing sentiment, was evinced by the instants, neoua applause which followed. Whether the conclusion was such as had been designed, I know no), but I think no one was dissatisfied with it. The curtain dropped; and as we left the tent, I saw a smile of joy, such as looks so angelic on youthful innocence, playing on the countenance of the now delighted girl. EMPLOYMENT OP WOMEN. An Apprentice way of Acquiring a Libra- AND BY LLOVD OL0VKR. In speaking of the employment of women, we have no intention of dwelling ut any considerable length upon the tasteless and useless occupations to which females, in wnat is called genteel and fashionable life, are devoted, whose time, at least that portion ol it which can be spared from scenes of dissipation, is spent in preparing some insignificant and useless ornament tor the person or the chimney piece—devoted to such manual labor as administer only to personal vanity; feminine gew. gaws which call forth no real talent, no thought, no reflection, no judgment; wast, ting the time in emptiness and frivolity which ought to bo devoted to the cultivation of the mind and in the free exercise of the body. It is a vice as well as a folly to spend valuable time in such useless employments. If the female sex could only know with what contempt all men of good sense look upon such painted emptiness, such perishable gewgaws, they would seek occupations more in accordance with the dignity of human nature. ' VVhy, 'Frank Wilson !—hew—where on earth did you get all these books }— Here—what ? The Knickerbocker,, too! and the North American !' Now, Frank, where did you get the money to buy all these ? Why, 1 have ten dollars a year more than you j yet J have to send down to father for money almost every month. You take the Knickerbocker' indeed! Why there are none but Squire Waters and Dr. Marvin in the whole town wjio think them - selves able to have such a costly work, which is only meant for a few rich peoplo to read. Pretty well, for a poor apprentice. Where did you get that book ease, and all those books you have got stuck up there ? Let's see, Plutarch's Lives; who's he ? What's that about ? Kollin's Ancient History—why didn't he write it ia oufc small book, as well as to have a dozen about it 1 Gibbon's Rome ! there is no such place in the United Slates Why,, my dear fellow, what a long list of out. 'andish names you have got here. Milton, Shakspeare, Yr ung, Pope, Dryden, Cowper, Locke, Bacon, Goldsmith, and all oftier Smiths in creation, besides those in America. Now, come, I will light my Havana and sit down lieie, and give you u.chauco to explain how you, an apprep, tice, with only forty dollars a year, contrive to scrape together a library half as large as Parson Dayton'*.' Francis Wilson did not interrupt this interrogatory and exclamatory medley of words from his comrade, by an explana. tion, until he had exhausted all his incoherent inquiries. Sitting down in the proffered chair, and lighting his 'long nine,' Edward Saundere placed his feet upon his, friend's clean desk, and seemed really wailing for a detailed account of the modus operandi by which an apprentice could honestly acquire such a collection of books. Nor did Francis hesitate to gratify his curiosity. Both of the young men were in the middlet)t their apprenticeship, and the most cordial intimacy had subsisted between them from their youth. Edward was deficient in noihkig so much as in. spending his small atflfflly, and Francis hi! upon a very successful method of ad. ministering to his young friend a salutary lesson upon ihis subject, while be explain-. ed to his young friend bow au npprsntim could acquire a taste, and the means for the cultivation of his intellect- Siisqucliaiia Antliracitc Journal Sleep gentle Mary t on thy breast V The summer flower* will bloom, While thou, their brightest and the best, Dost wither in the tomb. he son will beam at morning fair, Hul ah ! tuv light no more I The song of birds will load the air,— Thy sweeter song is o'er. Thy lute-toned laugh, thy gushing glee, PUBLISHED WEEKLY BY G. M. RICHART 8 H. S. PHILLIPS OJice H8ttiJiof Mai* Street, story of the "Long 64oret} of IVitner 4* H Tur "fiAXKTTK fc Joi UKxi." is npblUhwl ertry Frhlny, at Two DoLkAita per iinnuin. Two IWluB »na Hlly CoHts will liu If il"! pulil Willi!" I ho your. No inner will bo dioSoiillniwd mull ull arronriiKe» nreimld. AovKftTiiiKMKNTa uro InwrtadcoiwpWuoimly hIOnk lDoi.- HR pur tnuiiro of tourloon linen for three liuwrtloiwi nn'ITwKvTY-Fivt r«*n udilitloiwIforewrtiiiWe8Bmit totjuttlon. A lilwrnl deduction to thone who mlvcrluo for six mom lot or I lie whole yt-nr.  Jon Won*.—Wo hiivo conueeted wllh our MliUillHhraoiil « welUehwted oworlnu'iit of Jon Iviii, w hich wlll mm bio u* lo execute, In tho nentest style, eu'ry lurlety of Iniiiitf. We now sauntered about the park with* out having any definite object in view, savo the giving vent to the buoyancy of spirits which the exhilarating scene around was calculated to produce. The day had been very sultry, and even now, when it was verging towacds evening, the air felt sin. gularly oppressive. Yet the crowd seem, ed greater, gayer, and more light-hearted than ever, and not a thougiit was given to a dense and gloomy cloud which had formed in the horizon, and was spreading rapidly upon the arch above. At length a flash of lightning danced in our eyes, followed by a terrific burst of thunder, when the floodgates of heaven being opened, the rain splashed down upon us like a waterspout. Thus taken unawares, nothing could excced the hurried dismay with which the crowd rushed about in search of shelter. The carriages were at some distance, as tiiey were not allowed to enter within the circuit of the fair. The impetuosity of the rain was not to be trifled with. All ran pell-mell to the nearest booths, and it was in no very enviable condition that my friend and I found ourselves safely lodged in our hotel. Which thrilled us all the day, Is hushed like music on the sea, By Naiads lured away. .The living tints of purest blue Are faded from thine eye, Thy spirit like the fragruni dew, Hntli floated to the sky. Sleep sweetly, Mary ! thy pure soul Through fairer scenes will rove, In realms beyond this world's control, Whore all is light and love. POETRY. ANGELS. Thin shadowy forms are hovering In the uir around us spread, And we feci their hallowed presence, Weep not, fond mother, o'er her torn1), Nor where thine angel trod ; Thy beauteous May-flower now doth bloom Before the throne of God ! In the daily paths we tread ; Their soft eyes are kindly glistening Down in many a golden beam ; Theirs the bund that gently scatter 'Heavenly rotes on our dream. A writer, whose name we do not remember, lias remarked that the scarcity of employments for females in England, and as a consequence in America, where tveso blindly' and subserviently imitate every, thing English, has ever been a subject of grief to the philanthropist and christian.— n the continent it is otherwise. There the iemules peiform the shopkeepers, booksellers, and in nearly all the thriving mercantile establishments the daughters are nearly us uselul and as fully engaged as the sons. Jileiice, though there are idle and good-for-nothing men enough iu 1-'ranee and the Low Countries, there are few idle women. NOVELS. Their Character and Influence. Ric hest gems of thought they brin* us From their fair and distant home, Though they often make us sadder We are better when they come. And they weave sweet spell* of music O'er our troubled hearts to glide, And uphold souls almost sinking Down in life's rold rapid tide: The subject of ficticious reading is acquiring a grave importance. The unprecedented circulation of fiction is one of tiio most momentous influences acting on the popular mind. In the year 181B it was estimated tha". F/00 different novels were offered for sale in this country ; so that if a man were to read one every week, more than one hundred years would pass before he would JDe through the list. i'he purchasers and readers of the 5,500 novels must be counted by millions. The influence of this unparullelled amount of novel reading demands the most anxious attention. It is the design of this essay to prove lhat it must be disastrous. They sustain, and cheer, and comfort, When our spirits full and shrink Suve us from the dark abysses When we tremble on the brink ; Soft they chide, when fiery passions Would our hasty bosoms stir, Angels sad and deeply sorrow When our human spirits err. The Stump Tailed Cow. A good many years ago, a man stole a cow from Morristown, N. J.,, and drove Iter to Philadelphia, (or sale. She was a common cow enough, except that she had lost all her tail but about six inches.— The thief fearing that by the shortness of her tail he might be traced, had procured in some way, probably from a slaughter house, another cow's tail, which he fastened so ingeniously to the short tail, that it was not to be known that it had not reguD larly grown there. The English and American custom in this country is a constant theme of remark and astonishment with the foreigners who visit us. It is inquired, what becomes of our women : and it excites no surprise that the degraded portion of the sex is ten times more numerous in proportion than in ihoie countries whore females find employment suited to their strength, and for which they receive an adequate compen- I,o they spe ik in soothing whispers. When in grief we bend and moan, And soft they hear us message* From the sainted loved ones gone, They that still the fever burning In our sickend woary hearts— They unclasp the crystal fuuntain Whence the cooling teur-drop sturta, No urgument against these books can be drawn merely from the (act that they are ficticious. The parable, the fable, the allegory, the epic poem, the drama, are also ficticious. Fiction is a vehicle of pure moral and religious instruction, and of the undefiled and enobiing creations of genius, as well n? of. depmved sciuimonts. As my fiiend and myself passed thro' the various scenes of this ever varying panorama—now gazing on the nimble dancc rs—now enjoying the busy work beneath the trees, where knives and lorks were clattering, and tea-urns steaming, and where so many happy faces were grouped —now casting our eyes over the whole picture, so studded with animating objects crowded upon the vast plain before us, diversified by the national costumes of the peasants of Norway, of Sweden, and of the Danish Islands—we at length stood before u booth,- in front of which a brisk little personage was trotting up and down, loudly proclaiming the superior excellence of the performance enacted within. While prosecuting her trade as dress maker, she had indulged a romantic and unreciprocated passion for a young man just completing his professional studies.— Accustomed to the marvellous turns ot for. tune that are common in romances, in which difficulties vanish without the use of rrfeans, and relief happens at the moment of extremity, she had entered the school wirli the romantic hopo that she might raise herself to a level which would secure his favor, and in the romantic ex. pectation that means would in some way be forthcoming for her support. But unable to pBy her term bills when they became due, her affections crossed, her hopes disappointed, the yielded |o a romantic sorrow. She wrote to her teacher—" When you see the cold moon shining on the water, think that it shines or me !" and went out and committed the fearful crime of destroying her own life—a suicide by novel reading. sation, As soon as the Jerseyman missed his oow, ha cat off far I'iuladelphia, thinking she would probably be carried there for cale, and it happened that when he came to the feriy, he got into the smi"? boat that was carrying over his cow, and the fellow who stole her. As it was natural that he should have his thoughts very much upon cows, ho soon began to look at this one with great attention. She was, indeed, very much like his cow, he thought. Her ma-k agreed wonderfully, and she had exactly the same exprrssion of face, but Iheu the expression ot her tail was so v«ry dit. ferent. It must be supposed that the new owner of the cow felt rothrr uncomfortable during the examination, lor he soon saw that this was the person whose propel ty he had stolen, and he waj very uneasy lest he should tako hold of her tail, which he looked at so continually. Upon the whole he thought it best to divert his sttcntion in some way, if possible, and therefore steps up to iiim and says, " Neighbor, that is a fine cow of mine, wont you buy her 1 you seem to know what a good cow is." " Oh, dear me," says the other, " I've just hud a cow stolen from me." " Well," says the thief. "J'm hoi rv to hear that they've got to stealing cattle, but I'll sell otT, and you could not belter replace your loss than by buying this cow ; I'll warrant she's as good as yours!" "Why," says the Jerseyman, " she was exactly like this one, only that she had no tail to speak of, and if this one hud not such a long tail, I'd swear it was my cow." Every body now begbn to look al tlte cow's tail, but the thief stood nearer to it than anybody, and taking hold of it so as just to cover the splicing with his left hand, nod with a jack-knife in the right, pointing to the tail, he suid, " so if this cow's tail wero only this long, you'd swear she was yours 1" '• That I would," says the other, who began to be very much con. (used at the perfect resemblance to his cow, except in this one pSrticular, when the thief, with a sudden cut of his knife, took off the tail, just about an inch above the splicing, and throwing it overboard, bloody as it was, turned to the other and said, " now swear it's your cow !" The bewilderment ot tlie poor man was now complete, but as lie had seen the tail crt oil, and bow the blood trickling from it, he CoulJ, of course lay no claim to the animal fiom the shortness of the tail ; indeed, here was proof positive that this was not his cow, so the thief going over with him, sold the cow without any further fear of detection. Surely this subject is too deeply, vitally important to be overlooked. Amidst so many institutions, this matter seems to be one in regard to which much good might be done, and much happiness substituted for extensive and indescribable misery.— Do those who declaim so loudly and so zeulously upon the wrongs of the well-fed blacks at the South ever dream that there arc worse evils in the world than those of negro slavery ? 'J'luy thut braid the costly pleasures, That our deeper spirits know, And tunc the crushed and bruised hcart-utrings Nor is it possible to establish a criterion bv which always and infalibly to distinguish pernicious fiction from the harmless, otherwise than we distinguish the pernicious Irani the harmless in other kinds of composition. Ficticious works must be judged by the sentiments which they teach and the influence which-they exert on their readers. Thrilling with a scerct woe, Of our better thoughts they waken All that's pure, anil high and true, They that prompt the kindly impulse Of the little good we do. "Edward," said be, taking up his pencil, "I will explain to you in figures, what seems to have exoiled your wonder, if you will permit me, by the way, to ask you a few questions, in order to solve the problem. 1 see you are very fond of smoking. How many cigars do you buy n. week ?" Oh, they tiring usdaily visions Of a world more pure und fair, That the female sex should be rendered more independent in the means of obtaining a livelihood will not be denied; by having suitable employment, virtue and happiness would be generally increased. The first plan that suggests itself to our consideration grows out of peculiar cir. cumstances of the case and the constitution of society. They might become to a very considerable extent their own physicians. Delicacy does forbid them from communicating a: ali times with a male physician. It is a well known fact that hundreds of lives are lost annually from commendable reserve in this re«pect. If women would make themselves  wiili diseases and their remedies, if institutions for imparting a knowledge of physiology, anatomy, Cko., could be established for females, ten thousand of  might derive independence from advising and prescribing in disorders of females, and particularly in diseases oI children, where such woful failures are so frequently made at present. This good work has commenced in this city, and we hope to see it carried on elsewhere. While their sweet low voices whimper " (iod und love and home and there." Hut to range through all classes of fiction for the purpose of showing, on this principle, what is pernicious in oach, wo'd lead to indcftnitcness and confusion. The modern novel, however, whether in the bound volume, the pamphlet, the maga. syne, or the newspaper, has characteristics so marked that it needs no description, and presents a definite topic for discussion.-— Novels also compose the great mass of fietion actually in circulation. To these, therefore, for the sake of distinctness and precision, the discussion will be confined. Subsiantiullv similar arguments will be applicable to pernicious fiction of every other class. As entertainment was our immediate object- and it was here ofl'eied at a moderate charge, we entered with the rest, and took our places amongst the spectators.— The exhibition was of «a theatrical description, and was given in a very pleasing and correct style. A simple piece was represented, in which a love sick maiden, named Annette, pursues her swain to the camp, and through iho toils of war, iu male disguise. Her lover ia in garrison in winter-quarters, and falls in love with a young girl, whom iie, regardless of the vows he has exchanged with his former sweetheart, is about to marry. The struggle between the pride aud affection of the forsaken girl, who still remains in disguise, upon the discovery of the faithlessness of her lover, is made equally interesting and touching. At length she resolves to be present at the wedding, but not to discover herself until the marriage ceremony is pet formed, when she determines upon upbraiding the robber of her heart with his perfidy, and then destroying herself iu his presences The concluding scene arrives —tho lover atjii his intended bride are present, exchanging mutual caresses, and surrounded by comrades and friends.— The priest is in readiness, and Annette is in the background. Suddenly she comes forward, and presents her lover with a let. ter which she lias in the meantime written, wherein she recalls to his recollection his plighted vows. He reads it, and is dreadfully agitated. He takes the bearer aside, and inquires anxiously alter her to whom his first love had been given. She tells him Annette lives only for him ; that she offers up prayers for him night and dav, ond longs to clasp him in her arms.— His levity now occurs to him in all its baseness ; yet the attractions of his new mistress are present, and powerful. The struggle in his mind between duty and temptation is severe. Perhaps the latter would have gained the mastery ; but at this moment of deep interest, a young and fair-haired girl, who had been watching the piece with intense anxiety, unable Ionger to enduro (he suspense which had for her everything of real agony, suddenly started up with the tears in her eyes, or.d holding out her arms in the most beseeching tone, she cried: " Oh ! marry Annette —indeed she loves you—it is she herself who gave you the letter ; aud if you marry that other girl, she has the knife ready to kill herself!" "Oh, none of any account," replied Edward, anticipating some unpleasant strictures upon his favorite practice; "after working ail day, it is really a comfort to smoke a genuine Havana ; 1 only btuoko six in the whole week." They that keep o deathless vigil At tlie portals of the soul— They I hut tend the angry tempest, When the waves of trouble roll. Through the vule of gloomy shadows "Six Havanas a week,'* repeated Francis, putting it down upon a paper, with as much formality as if he was registering the data of a problem. "Six a week, at two cents per cigar, amount toD the trifling sum of six dollars and twenty-four cents a year. I suppose you spend a trifle at the fruit shop," continued Francis. Safe our fainting souls they bear, While their tuneful songs to Heaven Sooth us in our passage there. Oh how rich, and prceious. We must be in God's pure sight, That he sends us guardian angels From his realms of fadeless light. A minister of the West writes—"I was recently called to visit a sick woman who had been made poor by her own folly.— She told me that she was raised and partly educated by a lady in pastern Virginia , when yoflhg she wasted to read a few nov. els. This pave her a taste for that kind of reading, and soon she became so fond of it that she would sit up all night to read fiction. She continued in this course for yeurs, and even after marriage she found it necessary for tier liappinemi. Thus the hour* which ought to have been spent In taking care of her children, and superintending household afluirs, were worse than wasted in sympathies thrown away, upon imaginary persons and sufferings ; making the ncart wholly unfit for sharing in the common duties and enres of life. As she lay on her miserable couch, surrounded by all the marks of poverty, her body emaciated by protracted ill health, she raised her bonv arm and said, "See, sir, what a wretch I have mude myself lDy novel reading. I have ruined my health, and I have ruined my mind by indulging in that miserable trash. 1 have no peace. Satan is continually tempting ine to believe that there is no God, no heaven, no hell, and that I had be:ter put an end to my life. Then Satan holds up some of those heroines for my example who first murdered their souls, and then their bodies." As 1 stood by her bedside, I wished that all those young ladies of our land who spend so much precious time in poring over those "Gems of Literature," and shedding tears at imaginory sorrow, could have witnessed this, the natural end of their own course of follv." INCIDENTS OF TRAVEL And even here there is no need of swec. ping Some novels are stamped with genius und pure moral sentiment. Buf we must judge of this doss of books, considered as a whole, by the character and influence of the vast majority actually in circulation ; and thus judged, novels must be characterized as pernicious fiction. We ask the attention of reflecting minds, and especially of those who read, publish, or sell these works, to a candid investigation of this charge. "Nothing worth mentioning,1' replied Edward, rather startled at the aggregate of these little items ; "all that 1 buy, apples, nuts, raisins, figs, oranges, 8c., do not amount to niriepence a week ; why, that is not half as much as Tom Williams, tho goldsmith's apprentice, buys. Besides, Francis, you know I never taste a drop of any kind of liquor, not even wine. You certainiy cannot think 1 luck ©eonomy, Frank." THE FAIR OP COPENHAGEN. Fairs—which with us have generally dwindled into insignificance, and in which, too freque ntly, merriment degenerates into profligacy—ure still sustained in pristine vigor in many of the northern couuiriesin Europo. There, fairs often last for weeks, and business is transacted to an incredible ninount. At some of these great assemblages of people, amusement, as well as commerce, i« kept in view. The business of the visitors is perhaps not so much to buy and sell, as to laugh. Some may possibly conceive this lo be a very frivolous purpose, but that is what we cannot by any means assent to. Laughing is an exceedingly healthful exercise—at least so physiologists tell us ; and it Used to be a remark of the grea: Dr. Sydenham, that he always observed tho health of the inhabitants of a village improved after the visit of a harlequin. Be this as it may, our continental neighbors, who prefer merliment lo sadness, are particularly careful of .keeping up their fairs, or rural fetes, as they call them. They in reality dote upon their fairs. The fair is the great event in the year, or the season. All must attend the fair—all must see the shows, the rope-dancing, the scenic representations, arid everything else that is to be gazed at; all must dance, and all be delighted. Fifty thousand retail stores in. our cities and towns ought to aflbrd employment and good wages for one hundred thousand women. The employment of fifty thousand inen, now engaged as tailors, and other similar light work, might be advantageously filled by women. Bookbinding, in ne8rly all its branches, might be given up to females. Watch and clock-making are also admirably adapted to the female sex, and might employ some thousands more. Engraving and similar callings might be surrendered entirely to female artists, which would still swell the number of those profitably and agreeably employed. As accountants and book-keepers females would stand unrivalled, and this would give employment to some thousands more. We would drive men froir. most of the easy employments within doors—those employments especially which rightfully belong to the other sex. In the outset it Is worthy of serious consideration that there is it prevailing belief that novel reading exposes the reader to danger. It is ridiculously false to say that this is the belief only of tho bigoted and narrow-minded. Oliver Goldsmith, himself a novel writer, in a letter to a brother on the education of his son, thus records his earnest testimony : "Above all things, never let him touch a novel or a romance." "Ninepence a week for raisins, nuts, or. anges, and figs, repeated Francis, in a low, serious tone, pronouncing the items, one by he wrote them down, with all the precision and gravity of a clerk in a country store. Ninepence a weok is six dollars and fily cents a year ; which, added to six dollars and twenty-four cents spent for oigars, makes the trifling sum of twelve dollars and seveniy-four cents for one year. Now, Edward, see what I havo obtained for just this sum. Here," said be, taking down several neatly bound vol. umes of the Americun Review, and sever, al of those of the Knickerbocker, "1 have bought all these for a less sum than you have paid for cigars, nuts, C£-c. during tho past year. And as for these other books which you see here in my case, 1 will tell you how I obtained them, and how any apprentice can do the same, with only thirty-six dollars a year too. You know our masters are very steady industrious men, and like to see their apprentices with a book in th£ir hands, when tliey have done their work, rather than be lounging about the taverns, or in vicious company. So when my master saw that I liked to read every chance that I could spare for books, he offered to give me ninepence an hour for all thai I would work from twelve to one o'clock, P. M. And this is the way, Edward, that I have bought my books, which you thught 1 had begged, borrowed or stolen. I work every noon time half an hour, and earn every fortnight enough to buy one of these books—Milton's Paradise Lost, for instance. To be sure they are not bound in calf, nor are tbey gill edged ; but they contain the same matter as if they were, and that's enough for me." The article on Novels in Rees' Encyclopedia, afier reviewing several of the cmi. nent novelist*, is summed up as follows : "From this view of the best authors of the highest class of novel writing, it is evident that the perusal of these works is more calculated to be prejudicial than advantageous, unless the mind is previously fortified with sound principles, and the passions and feelings are completely under the control of the judgment." Says the Dublin University Magazine, especially of French novels— " These books have becomc almost a necessary luxury to those who read without plan and for the amusement of the passing hour; but we do not hesitate to say that such works exert a most enervating and deteriorating moral influence." losanity is also an occasional result of novel reading. Don Quixote is the iJeal of real persons orazed bv romances. In other instances novel reading results in crime. "In one city, in less than three months, three youths were convicted of grimes committed in imitation of the hero of a novel." The following remarks refer to one of those scenes of illicit love and bloody revenge, which, within a few years, have attained a painful notoriety.— " Here is a court of justice in session.— Blood has been shed. Men are on trial for their lives. All the parties involved are intelligent and wealthy. The community is excited. Crowds throng the court room every dav. The papers are filled with the-letters'which Jed to the tragical end of one, and the misery of many.— Among the witnesses is one of manly form, polished manners, and hoary locks. His country has honored him. He must testify, and he will tell the truth, tor he has I t|ionor, and blood is concerned. He says, 'The husband of my daughter was kind, honorable and affectionate,' and, 'if my daughter has been in an unhappy state of mind, I attutagMMfcihe impure works of Eugene Sue #d Bulwer.—Rev. Samuel Harri*' Prh^Essay. Thus, with a little energy of invention, we have easily pointed out the means of saving thousands from a life of wretched, ness, if not of vice. If attention could be drawn to this matter by a society, organized for the purpose, and the object wo'd be zealously promoted by the philanthropic and judicious, a multitude would be raised in social utility, importance and independence.1 had once the good luck to be present nt one of these great national assemblages. It was at Copenhagen, the capital of Denmark, and took place in tiio delightful month of July. At a short distance from this pretty Danish city, in a park extending some miles in circumference, in which ore two royal residences, the (air was held, and a' belter situation could not •have been devised, embellished as it is by trees, shrubberies, and all that tends to iiclorn the environs of a capital. For three weeks is this extensive pleasure, ground the centre of gaiety and frolic to the whole country, drawing to the spot not only the Danes in great numbers, but also the Swedes, and even the Norwegians, who cross the Sound in parties, upon this holiday excursion. After the lapse of bcycral years, the scene Is still vivid and fresh before me. Beneath the trees, which shed a delightful shade, are spread numberless Ijttjo tables, round which different groups are congregated, discussing the provisions winch thoy have had the foresight and cconomv to bring with them. Shows Film Faople. These arc a set of people w hom 1 cannot bear—the pinks ol fashionable propriety whose every word in practice, and whose every movement is unexceptionable; but who. though well versed in all the categories of polite behavior, have uot a particle of soul or cordiality about thtm. We allow that their manners may be abun. danlly correct. There may be elegance in every gesture, and gracefulness in every position, not a smile out of place, and not a step that would not bear the measurement of the severest scrutiny. This is all very fine; but what ] wept is t|ie heart and the gaiety of special intercourse ; the frankjiess that speaks ease and animation j the eye that speaks affability to all, that chases timidity from every bosom, and tells every mail in the company to he con. fident and happy. That jg what I CQP.oeive to be the virtuo of the text, and not the sickening formality of those who walk iy rulo, ana who would reduce the whol# of human life to a w ire bound system ot ITIUery and constraint.—Dr. Chalmrt* It is useless to deny that the same sentiments are held by a large proportion of the most excellent, the most candid, and the best informed. The very fact is a presumptive evidence of danger whioh it Would be rashness to disregard. We are aware that it is usual to treat this subjeot sneeringly and jeeringl v; h#nce nothing is done. But in calling publio attention to this matter we are seiious and in earnest. At present great evils exist, heart-breaking unhappiness prevails in a multitude of miserable and wretched homes. Is it not our duty to strive to save the better portion of our race from the terrible doom of poverty and misfortune, wi'h all its horrible train of ills ? Can ibis ever be done if it is not considered with a solemnity and earnestness befitting a question of such paramount impor. [ tance. I never recollect a piece of natural elo. quence so affecting as this burst of feeling. Every one present seemed to feel it. The imaginary woes of Annette became in a moment doubly interesting. There was not a laugh heard at the artless sympathy of the girl, but rather a hope perceptible lhat her appeal should not be in vain. A silenco prevailed for some moments in the little theatre, during which the young girl, abashed at the publicity into which her feelings had hurried her, sank back on her seat, and covered her face with her hands. But the player, with prompt alacrity, yiel. ded to what is surely the general wish, and throwing himself into the arms of his There is another reasonable cause of alarm to the novel reader, which meets us before we begin to inquire into the character of the works themselves. It is found in instances of ruin caused by novel read. ingD Says r writer "The case 1 am to slate came under my own observation. In college he was my room-mate for three1 years. His powers of miud were ot a hljjh order. He was one of the best writers of the largest class which had ever entered that University. He was afterwurdi settled as pastor over a large and When EdCvarc] Saunders had listened to this very interesting and simple explanatiob of his uncle's apprentice, and' hnd passed his eyes over all the fine books in his little library, he arose suddenly at tho last words of Francis, and opened his littie chamber window, took out of hi6 hat the naif dozen cigars which were to ooti I stitute his week's stock of comfort, w*. Politeness is like an air cushion ; there may be nothing in it, but it eases our jolts wouuerfully. lit "11 J * * m