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Whose heart is with an iron nerve put down,
'Twas now the first
Followed with benisons : and this was he!
A torpor on his frame, which not the speed
And very air were steep'd in sluggishness.
Ever too proud for weakness, till the rein
Day was breaking,
Like an articulate wail; and there, alone,..
6. “Depart! depart, O child .
Of Israel, from the temple of thy God !
And to the desert wild,
" Depart! and come not near
And stay thou not to hear
From all who in the wilderness pass by. 8. «Wet not thy burning lip
In streams that to a human dwelling glide; .
Nor kneel thee down to dip
“And pass thou not between
Where human tracks are seen;
10. “And now depart! and when
Thy heart is heavy, and thine eyes are dim,
Who, from the tribes of men,
11. And he went forth,-alone! not one of all
The many whom he loved, nor she whose name
It was noon,
He fell upon the earth till they should pass. 13. Nearer the stranger came, and, bending o'er
The leper's prostrate form, pronounced his name :-
Love and awe
The lion would have crouched to in his lair. 15. His garb was simple, and his sandals worn;
His stature model'd with a perfect grace;
In the serenest noon; his hair, unshorn,
16. He look'd on Helon earnestly a while,
As if his heart was moved; and, stooping down,
BY J. G. CARTER. 1. The influence of the female character is now felt and acknowledged in all relations of life. I speak not now of those distinguished women who instruct their age through the public press, nor of those whose devout strains we take upon our lips when we worship, but of a much larger class,—of those whose influence is felt in the relations of neighbor, friend, daughter, wife, mother. Who waits at the couch of the sick to administer tender charities while life lingers, or to perform the last acts of kindness when death comes ? Where shall we look for those examples of friendship that most adorn our nature, those abiding friendships which trust even when betrayed, and survive all changes of fortune? Where shall we find the brightest illustrations of filial piety? Have you ever seen a daughter, herself perhaps timid and helpless, watching the decline of an aged parent, and holding out with heroic fortitude, to anticipate his wishes, to administer to his wants, and to sustain his tottering øteps to the very borders of the grave ?
2. What constitutes the center of every home? Whither do our thoughts turn, when our feet are weary with wandering, and our hearts sick with disappointment? Where shall the truant and forgetful husband go for sympathy, unalloyed and without design, but to the bosom of her who is ever ready and willing to share in his adversity or prosperity? And, if there be a tribunal where the sins and follies of a froward child may hope for pardon and forgiveness this side heaven, that tribunal is the heart of a fond and devoted mother.
3. In no relation does woman exercise so deep an influence, both immediately and prospectively, as in that of mother. To her is committed the immortal treasure of the infant micd. Upon her devolves the care of the first stages of that course of discipline which is to form, of a being perhaps the most frail and helpless in the world, the fearless ruler of animated creation, and the devout adorer of his great Creator. Her smiles call into exercise the first affections that spring up in our hearts. She cherishes and expands the earliest germs of our intellects. She lifts our little hands, and teaches our little tongues to lisp in prayer. She watches over us like a guardian angel, and protects us through all our helpless years, when we know not of her cares and anxieties on our account. She follows us into the world of men, and lives in us, and blesses us, when she lives not otherwise upon the earth.
4. Finally, woman's influence is felt deeply in religion. “If Christianity should be compelled to flee from the mansions of the great, the academies of philosophers, the halls of legislators, or the throng of busy men, we should find her last and purest retreat with woman at the fireside; her last altar would be the female heart; her last audience would be the children gathered round the knees of the mother; her last sacrifice, the secret prayer escaping in silence from her lips, and heard, perhaps, only at the throne of God.”
Many a dark and dismal year,
Or mingled my own with another's tear:
2. Here have I watch'd in this dungeon-cell,
Longer than memory's tongue can tell;