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much better than he can mourn. If
mar was made to mourn, al. creation
would be hung in black. 1t is a fact
almost selEeviden,, that man was
not made to mourn.
Those, therefore. who give them
selves up wholly to grief, act an un-
natural part. They do not suhserve
the purposes OF their creation,-they
deny themselves the only consola-
ton, apart from the brutes, which
belongs to their physical nature
Eat such an individual will plead in
ex.cnuation Of his monstrous ani
continued sorrow, that he has been
visited by some "pecuiiar misfor.
tune."-That is no valid excuse
They cut off heads in France, and
where is there a more merry and
careless people! A Frenchman in
vited to a ball, though beheaded in
the afternoon, would take his head
under his arm and 60 to the ball in
the evening. Every misfortune is
peculiar. Every source Of unhappi-
ness sends us bitter waters; otherwise
it would not be unhappiness. But
why permit grief to overcome you!
You thus chase from you those re-
sources which are calculated to alle-
viate your grief; for it remains to be
as true now, asin the days Of Collins,
that ''pale melancholy" sits retired.
Nobody cares to NEEDLE with her,
The eve aches when it is fixed on
impenetrable blackness, and turns for
relief 10 the soft green Of the soil
to those cheerful hillocks on which
the sun-beams rest as they glance
through the foliage of leaves and
blossoms. The world shrinks from
those who can impart no pleasure.
Many n fair one has given herself
up to a'l-devouring griet on account
of disappointment in love. 'She has
been disappointed" is supposed TO be
a sufficient reply, when the sad and
downcast eve. the trembling lip. and
pallid visage have drawn the atten-
ton OF Il stranger to some neglected
forlorn maiden, who shrinks from the
gaze Of others, and sits in a distant
part of the room, wrapped in speech
less sorrow, "like patience on a monu-
ment.'
We knew a Iight-hearted damsel
once, who had the misfortune to fall
in love. She fancied one who was.
in most respects, her inferior-and
certainly So in point Of sincerity
She gave him her heart embaImed in
signs. and its incense went up to him
like the perfume of 4 holocaust from
the plains of Israel. In return he
gave her fair words. He was with
ont feeling, but he could discourse; he
had no heart, for nature had worked
it all up into tongue. and like the
tongue of the serpent,it wrough, on
" venom on those who placed de-
pendence on the words which flowed
from it. The maiden became attach
ed to him. She supposed THAT his
admiration was equal To hers. 1t
was not his intention to dishnnor her,
for that would have involved the pos
session OF some feeling on his part
He had none. His vanity was graft
fed by her love. and he permitted
her TO love on.-Why she did love
him was difficult TO tell. An ordinary
person, set off by a fashionable dress.
all that he could boast of. In
the course of a few months he left
her. and sought another dupe.
Here was food for sorrow. Here
was a maid forsaken--true love cross
ed, and a real and loving heart be-
The sicklv pail Of grief fell
pver her visage. Her bright eye be.
came dim and wandering. Her head
dropped, and she scarcely seemed
sensible Of the presence of others.
Her response to their words was faint
and low. She was like n fading flow
er whose stem was bruised.
The case was a desperate one; for
who can administer to a mind dIseas-
I'd, and least of all. diseased by hope
.ess love? She loved TO sit for an
hour together, by the side OF a rum
hing brook, with her eyes fixed upon
he stream; and if a cloud came over
he sky, and the drops of rain began
fall. it was slowly and carelessly
hat she moved off to a retreat in the
very heart Of the grove, where the
was blacklist and securest.-
There she would sit and weep. She
would repeat the name of him who
,ad deserted her, as if there were
lot other names more musical--she
would bring before her minds eye his
eatures, as if there were not other
eatures more comely-and would
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