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into the eyes of all who heard him; but in a short time the conversation turned upon other subjects, and Sentiment became as lively and entertaining as ever. Feeling also heard of it as he was going to the same party, and he turned about and went home; for he loved his friend too well to feel in the mood to join a gay crowd while he was yet unburied. The next day Sentiment sat down and wrote a beautiful letter to the bereaved widow, while Feeling went about and collected a subscription for her use. Sentiment published an eloquent obituary notice of his friend, while Feeling paid his funeral expenses. Feeling adopted one of his sons, and educated him, while Sentiment named one of his own after him.
EXERCISES IN ARTICULATION.
U :-pull, full, puss, push, would, could, should, wood, foot,
look ; — pulley, fully, fuller, pulpit, cushion.
Same Subject, concluded.
GEORGE S. HILLARD.
I HAVE two cousins, in whom the two qualities of feeling and sentiment are more strikingly displayed than in any persons of my acquaintance. I shall call one of them by the familiar name of Mary, and the other by the more romantic one of Matilda, assigning to each an appellation somewhat consistent with her character. Mary has a great deal of strong sense, uniform cheerfulness, and a fund of deep and quiet feeling. Matilda has more imagination, more liveliness, more enthusiasm, and more sentiment. Mary is slow in forming attachments, and is very constant to her old friends; but "Matilda is apt to be bewitched with new faces, and repose confidence in those whom she soon finds to be unworthy of it.
In literature their tastes are widely different. Matilda hangs with rapture over the passionate dreamings of Byron and the mystical speculations of Shelley; but Mary prefers the tenderness of Cowper and the deep philosophy of Wordsworth. If Matilda could find out some beautiful being that was dying of a consumption, or a broken heart, or any such interesting disease, in a chamber tastefully adorned with flowers, dressed in robes of spotless white, she would devote to her all her time and energies, and be the most assiduous of nurses and the most sympathizing of friends ; but she cannot endure smoky houses, unwashed children, or any repulsive form of distress.
I remember very well how differently they behaved on an occasion, when I happened to be present, when the wife of a poor sailor and the mother of many children, who lived near them, rushed into the house with the utmost disorder of look and manner, and told them, with the passionate lamentation customary to persons in her rank of life, in circumstances of overwhelming grief, that she had just heard that her husband was lost at sea, when within two days' sail of the harbor. Matilda was dreadfully overcome, and had nearly fainted; and on recovering, flew to her purse and emptied it into the woman's lap, and then sat down and wept in helpless impotence.
Mary, on the other hand, retained herself-possession throughout, and applied herself at once to the soothing and comforting of her afflicted and humble friend; and, by suggesting to her reflections and consolations, in a manner equally creditable to her judgment and her feelings, soon succeeded in converting the hysterical violence of grief into a more calm and subdued state of feeling. And this was but the beginning of her good deeds. She made a decent suit of mourning for her, went about and procured situations for two or three of her children, and spoke of her case, to
some wealthy friends, with that eloquence which comes from the heart and goes to the heart, so that they became interested in her, relieved her present necessities, and provided her with the means of gaining a permanent livelihood. All this Matilda could not have one, though she would have loaded her with gifts if she had had the means. Mary had as limited means as her cousin; but how much good can be done by one who has a willing heart and a resolute spirit!
These young ladies have a grandmother, who is somewhat in her dotage, and is, moreover, confined to her room by infirmities; and it is curious to see how unconsciously they display their different characters by their treatment of her. Matilda is truly attached to her; often speaks of her with deep feeling, and is ready to do any thing for her, and to contribute to her happiness in any way she can. to see her nearly every day, and lights up the invalid's chamber, like a sunbeam, with her sweet looks. She delights to carry her flowers, pictures, or any thing that will amuse her childish mind; but her lively fancy cannot endure the “bald, disjointed chat” of the poor old lady. She is restless, and fidgets on her chair while she is in the room, and soon 'makes an excuse to be gone.
But Mary regularly devotes a certain portion of her time to her grandmother. She will read the newspaper to her by the hour together, and listen, without the least sign of impatience, to the threadbare scandal that is half a century old, and to the pointless story that she knows already by heart. She will tell her, too, who is married, and who is engaged, and who has failed, and who has come into town, and who has gone out of it, and who have given parties, and who are going to give them, — and, in short, empty the basket of gossip to its last chip. And she will do all this, though, in addition to her excellent sense, she has a very vivid perception and keen enjoyment of the ludicrous.
When they were both about seventeen years old, they
heard of the death of a schoolfellow, whom they both fondly loved, from whom they had been recently separated, and whose residence was only a day's journey from their own. Matilda was almost heart-broken at her loss, and, in the touching language of Scripture, “refused to be comforted." The casual observer read a tale of sorrow in her swollen eyes and fading cheek. She mourned for her friend long as well as deeply, but her grief was of that stunning and absorbing nature that it occupied her whole mind, to the exclusion of every other image.
Mary, though deeply afflicted, and disposed to yield to the torrent of grief which came over her, remembered that her obligations to duty yet remained. She thought of the mother and sisters of her friend, and said to herself, “ Their sorrow is yet greater than mine.” She flew to them on the wings of love. She soothed and consoled them. She took upon herself all those household duties for which they were unfitted, and so occupied herself that she was obliged to forego the luxury of tears, till she had retired to rest.
She remained with them till the bitterness of their anguish was over, and then came home and resumed her own duties as quietly as if all she had done had been a matter of
Such are my two cousins, each charming in her way, and I love them both with a truly cousinly affection. But, perhaps, some fair reader may ask, “Suppose they were not your cousins; which of them should you prefer?” Why, in truth, this is one of that numerous class of questions which are more easy to ask than to answer. But if I must give a reply, I should say, that I prefer a twilight walk in the woods with the romantic Matilda, or to sit by her side in a summer evening when the rich moonlight is steeping in its silver beauty her dark hair and spiritual eyes; but if I were about to select a companion to walk hand in hand with through this vale of tears, I think my choice would fall upon the affectionate and kind-hearted Mary.
EXERCISES IN ARTICULATION. 11:- bath, half, laugh, path, balm, calm, palm, psalm,
aunt, daunt, haunt.
A RURAL cemetery seems to combine in itself all the advantages which can be proposed to gratify human feelings, or tranquillize human fears; to secure the best religious influences, and to cherish all those associations which cast a cheerful light over the darkness of the grave.
And what spot can be more appropriate than this for such a purpose ? Nature seems to point it out, with significant energy, as the favorite retirement for the dead. There are around us all the varied 'features of her beauty and grandeur -- the forest-crowned height; the abrupt acclivity; the sheltered valley; the deep glen; the grassy glade; and the silent grove. Here are the lofty oak, the beech, that “ wreaths its old fantastic roots so high," the rustling pine, and the drooping willow ;- the tree that sheds its pale leaves with every autumn, a fit emblem of our own transitory bloom; and the evergreen with its perennial shoots, instructing us, that “the wintry blast of death kills not the buds of virtue.” Here is the thick shrubbery to protect and conceal the new-made grave; and there is the wild-flower creeping along the narrow path, and planting its seeds in the upturned earth. All around us there breathes a solemn calm, as if we were in the bosom of a wilderness, broken only by the breeze, as it murmurs through the tops of the forest, or by the notes of the warbler, pouring forth his matin or his evening song.
Ascend but a few steps, and what a change of scenery to surprise and delight us ! We seem, as it were in an