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MARRIAGE COMPARED WITH A MAGDALEN'S CONFESSION. SINGLE LIFE.
O listen to me and my tale is o'er-
But once more listen to me, 'tis the BY BISHOP TAYLOR,
last, * Marriage is a school and exercise of There
Averride of There was a time I did not thus imvirtue; and though marriage hath
plore, cares, yet the single life hath desires,
Nor needed I,---no matter, now 'tis which are more troublesome, and more
past ;dangerous, and often end in sin, while
Listen, and I will trouble thee no more, the cares are but instances of duty and But
But perish like the early blossom, exercises of piety; and, therefore, if single life hath more privacy of devo
levo- To earth, uncared for by the parent
tree, tion, yet marriage hath more necessi. ties and more varieties in it-it is an
Which greets the sunshine still as exercise of more graces.
joyously, Marriage is the proper scene of piety Hast thou forgotten ?-I can ne'er and patience, of the duties of parents,
forget and the charity of relations; heré How often when the silent shadowy kindness is spread abroad, and love is
hour united and made firm as a centre. Of Eve the grassy path had lightly Marriage is the nursery of heaven:
wet, The virgin sends prayers to God; but And thrown on all beneath a softenshe carries but one soul to Him ; but ing power, the state of marriage fills up the number Then by the lonely Cypress tree we of the elect, and hath in it the labour
met, of love, and the delicacies of friend. And made ourselves beneath its ship, the blessings of society, and the
shade a bower; union of the hearts and hands. It hath Upon our heads--'twas ominous,-the in it less of beauty but more of safety
tree than the single life: it hath more care, Dropt dewy tears,-alas! it wept but less danger; it is more merry and
for me. more sad; it is fuller of sorrows, and fuller of joys; it lies under more bur. Remember! Oh remember !---though it ders, but it is supported by all the break strength of love and charity, and those
My heart, remembrance cannot sadburdens are delightful.
den thine, Marriage is the mother of the world. How oft my bosom, pillowing thy and preserves kingdoms, and fills cities,
cheek, and churches, and Heaven itself.
Hath throbb’d, but not with pain, for Celibacy, like the fly in the heart of an ,
thou wert mine ; apple, dwells in perpetual sweetness;
I loved,-alas ! I knew not then how bit sits alone, and is confined and dies
weak in singularity; but marriage, like the
That love I fondly deem'd of strength useful bee, builds a house, and gathers
divine, sveetness from every flower, and la
nd la. I fancied pure and spotless as the sun, brurs and unites into societies and which brightens all nisu
and Which brightens all his beauty shines républics, and sends out armies, and
upon. fieds the world with delicacies, and oveys their king, and keeps order, and
1 Sometimes I think, and Memory o'er etercises many virtues, and promotes
my soul tle interest of mankind, and is that
Comes darkly as a dream of days state of good things to which God hath
n. designed the present constitution of the
Or rushes on me like the angry roll
Of billows, when the tempest is on world.
high ; Vainly I strive against it, to controul The power that haunts me--must do
till I die; And dreams, the sweet companions of
our sleep, Visit me fearfully, I wake, and weep. I would have met a world of woe for I might have gazed within, and felt thee,
relief Unchanged in good or ill, in sún or In mine own innocence, a spotless shower;
heart; By thy side would have stemm'd the But now, I am a seard and blighted stormiest sea,
leaf, Lulling it by a more than magic To which no earthly charm can life pow'r;
impart, Through all, thy guardian angel still Strewn on the earth, yet not by Winter's to be,
power, In life's most fever'd, or most clouded But in the Spring-time of life's haphour;
piest hour. And the deep wounds affection could While Joy was chanting o'er her many not cure,
spells, By resignation taught thee to endure.
Throwing her charm aronnd me, I have been,--Oh! 'tis madness e'en Hope went by ;to think
Then rose the tempest which my bosom What I have been! it chills my soul; swells, and yet,
And bids this bursting heart throb Though from my own impurity I shrink, audibly :
I cannot force my feelings to forget Kindling through all that heart's reI have been happy with thee; while I motest cells drink
The fiercest fires of quenchless agony: The bitter cup, and while my cheek While the dark canker'd worm preys is wet
deep within, With tears that flow, and flow unceas. Deep! deep! and fatally proclaims ingly,
my sin. There are some feelings still which All is not over yet, for time will bring turn to thee.
Another cause for sorrow and for I am not mad, I strive, but strive in : shame; vain,
A darker shadow o'er my life to fling, To bury Reason in oblivion's night, To stain anew my once unspotted And Hope, which ne'er can visit me fame, again,
To make of me a tainted, wretched Unless to mock me with its flitting thing, light;
The pure in heart and life will dread I am not mad, though through my to name; burning brain
And all who would the path of virtue Remembrance rushing, leaves a men
win tal blight;
Must shun me in my leprosy of sin. Oh Lethe! Lethe! let thy hallow'd My hapless, sinless infant, yet unborn, stream
Whose blood must soon through tainted Flow, flow for ever o'er my fatal dream.
channels flow, Alas! the tie that bound me cannot Will breathe to life upon a gloomy sever,
morn; I loathe myself for it, yet love thee Deserted by his sire, the child of still;
woe For when a woman loves, she loves for Will live, the heir of infamy and scorn, ever,
And loathe his mother e'en, whó Her heart remains unchanged through made him so; . good and ill;
But never will I speak his father's Man soon forgets,---but woman never! name, never!
Lest he might curse him in his hour of That feeling beats with every aching shame, thrill
Oh! when his lispings ask a Father's Of a bruised spirit, yet, alas! to give
name, The sting a double anguish, does it And beg á Father's blessing, must
I tell My spirit could have borne all other That Father's falsehood, and his grief,
Mother's shame? And soar'd above it, Hope would His own?—the curse will follow him not depart;
dying bed m
The dark, deep curse, which, like the Another love may lie upon thy breast, Ætna flame
Another's arms may now thy form O’erwhelming all within its earthly entwine, hell,
Another press the lips which I have Will cast its horrors over him e'en prest, then,
Another sigh on that false heart of And brand' him still among his fellow.
While she who loved thee foudest, Ah! little deem'd my Mother when
Is doom'd in grief and hopelessness she prest, With all a Parent's fond and anxious, to pine : care,
What, what to me are days of joy Her infant idol to her throbbing breast,
gone by, And gave it to a world where all Vanish'd like shadows from a morning seem'd fair,
sky? Her daughter's head upon its thorns All is forgotten now-but many a day would rest,
I've sat and watch'd by thee; my joy That poison fill'd the bright cup
my woe, sparkling there;
But echoed thine; then, if thy heart But now, alas! I joy that she is dead,
was gay, And feels not sorrow in her silent bed.
Mine was not pensive,-if a cloud Oh! could my father waken from the
would throw dead,
Its darkness o'er thee, pleasure pass'd Then would he spurn a tainted thing away, like me,
And left me till it gave thy cheek a Breathing a parent's curse upon my glowhead,
Then would I hail it, for thou wert to To blast me, e'en in my impurity; And yet he loved me-on his dying bed The star of hope, that ruled my destiny. He bless'd me, in my heedless infancy;
But I shall die; and then, when I am I wept for him,-but now I do not weep, dead, Lest it might break his calm, uncon- My lowly grave no stone shall desig. scious sleep.
nate; I am. alas! what thou hast made me- The grass shall bloom and wither o'er Thou,
my head, Whom once I loved to madness, in At once the type and record of my the hour
fate ; When Nature smiled upon a tranquil Perchance ere spring shall her first brow,
mantle spread, And bless'd me in her plenitude of You may lament me, but lament too power;
late; But why of what I was remind thee For then your footsteps will not break now?
my sleep, Iam--thou know'st I am, a blighted And o'er me if you weep, you vainly flower,
weep. Cropt by a cruel hand, in early spring, Now fare thee well! a word, and I And thrown for ever by,-a worthless
have done : : thing.
If I remind thee of life's happier Vainly for me the light of heaven hath shone,
When hope came brightly o'er me, when I gaze with apathy upon the sun;
the sun As vainly night in sable clouds comes Shone not on one more innocent, or
gay, All listlessly I feel the day is done; 'Tis not to call thee back-no, I would The spell that gave me life and hope is
Thee, as thou wert a serpent in my And joys that once had charms for way; me, have none;
Thou never could'st forget that fatal The day arises,-and the pensive hour
stain, Comes o'er me, dead and lifeless to its Nor could I love, as I have loved, power,
The above engraving represents a part sustained by the edifices; a fact that is of the excavated City of Pompeii, as it evident from the quantity of parts want. appeared in 1822. The view is now ing in many of the buildings, even at exhibiting in the Panorama, Strand; this time. The taste, however, seeins and a more interesting subject was to have become materially corrupt, and never offered for the gratification of the purer details are covered by stuccoes, scholar, the historian, and the general composed in a barbarous style. After traveller. It is painted from drawings an interval of sixteen years, during taken on the spot, by Mr. Burford; which several shocks were experienced, and is another proof of the versatile on the night of the 23d of August, A.D. talents of that pleasing and instructive 79, a volume of smoke and ashes issued artist, The exhibition is certainly a from the mouth of the crater of Vesumost delicious treat; and we strongly vius, with a tremendous explosion : recommend our numerous readers not after rising to a certain height, it ex. to lose the opportunity of beholding it. tended itself like a lofty pine, and,
“ Pompeii stands at the foot of Ve- assuming a variety of colours, fell and suvius, which rises with majestic covered the surrounding country with grandeur in the midst of a plain, called desolation and dismay. The inhabiby the ancients Campania. Its walls tants, terrified by repeated shocks, and were once washed by the waves, but breathing an atmosphere no longer fit the sea has since retired to some dis- to support life, sought refuge in flight; tance. Although evidently of Greek but were suffocated by the ashes, oporigin, nothing certain is known of the pressed by flames of fire, or overwhelmearlier history of this city, the founda- ed by the falling edifices. Some skeletion of which is attributed to Hercules. tons, which have been found, shew the The Oscans, Cumæans, Etruscans, and futility of the attempt in many inSamnites, seem to have been the suc- stances :-here a master seeks for cessive possessors of these delightful safety, and is arrested at the threshold plains, where Nature has lavished of his door by a shower of ashes ; he under a pure unclouded sky every carries in his hands keys, coins, and luxury that can procure enjoyment to precious ornaments; and is followed man, but which too often, unhappily, by a slave bearing vessels of silver and enervate his frame and debase his bronze;—there we discover the skelemind. . Pompeii, with many other tons of a groupe of females, one of cities, underwent various reverses dur- whom is adorned with gold trinkets, ing the punic and social wars. It was and the impressions of some of the besieged by Sylla, and at length yield. forms remain traced upon the ashes. ed to the power of the dictator. After At length, after four days of impenethe time of Augustus it became a colony, trable darkness, light re-appeared ; when its history merges in the more but sombre, as when an eclipse obscures important annals of the Roman empire. the brilliancy of the sun's rays,
Placed on an isulated elevation, “ After a lapse of fifteen centuries, a formed of the lava, and by some countryman, as he was turning up the thought the summit of a volcano, on ground, accidentally found a bronze the borders of a sea celebrated for the figure. This discovery excited the atbeauty of its shores, at the entrance of a tention of the learned, and the governfertile plain, and watered by a pure ment immediately appropiated to itself stream, Pompeii offered a position, the right of further researches, which, strong in a military point of view, and however, it did not commence till the favourable to commerce : nor was its year 1748, about eighty years after the situation less enchanting from being first discovery. surrounded by villas, which, like so The excavations were prosecuted many gems, adorned the neighbouring with little energy, till the arrival of the declivities of Vesuvius. The Pom- French, who cleared away the greater peians, in the midst of their tranquil part of that which is now open. The existence, in the month of February, return of the king suspended the works A D. 63, were surprised by a terrible for a time, but they were resumed, earthquake and eruption, which caused though with less activity. This is to considerable damage. As soon as the be regretted, as the progress of excainhabitants had recovered from their vation is so slow that the present geneconsternation, they began to clear away ration will reap, comparatively, few the ruins, and to repair the damage advantages from the discoveries.