have been and am receiving so many mercies. I hope I shall always feel grateful to my kind benefactors and benefactresses, and above all to that God who has been so merciful to such an unworthy sinner.

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If not too much trouble, will you, Sir, be so kind as to condescend to take charge of the remaining 57. for me. With heartfelt thanks, and every wish for the prosperity and welfare of yourself and family, "I am, SIR, with respect,

"Your humble Servant.".

LINES ON A FALLEN FEMALE.

For "The Females' Advocate."

SLIGHT was her form and graceful. As she passed.
Mine eye fell on her, and with quick surprise
Recoiled; for the few garments that she wore
Blew torn on the cold wind, and scarcely clothed
The beauties they so sullied: o'er her neck
(Sicklied with primrose tint) her jetty locks
Fell rich but ruddy, whilst her mournful eyes
Beamed through a watery lustre. She was formed
In nature's kindliness; and though the rose
No longer mantled in her cheek, nor blushed
With deepened brilliance on her lip, yet still
Unnumbered graces decked her, and looked forth
At every feature. Through her rags there shone
The wreck of better days. "Alas!" said I
-(While my tears fell, and my looks followed her),
"Poor loveliness! these charms, which now attract
Passing attentions, once perchance have graced
The social hearth, and o'er domestic joys
Cast a pure splendour.-Haply o'er thy face
Some aged sire hath hung, and weakly deemed
That heaven had giv'n thee beauty to be great;
And some fond timid lover thrilling shrunk
From thine eye's virtuous radiance, thinking still
Himself too poor to be thy virtue's meed.
That beauty thus hath sunk thee, thus hath driv'n
Peace, health, and innocence away, and left~

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The temple of thy God, thy hapless soul,
To be a brothel-house for want and vice.
E'en whilst my tears drop o'er the expressive pain
Which thy soft eyes are shooting, my chilled heart
Shrinks from the wanton step, the asking mien.
O! would to God that thou wert once again
Such as thou wast while yet a stainless child,
Though it should be thy fate to beg thy bread
And steep thy hard-earned crust in bitter tears.
Though a poor wretched outcast thou shouldst still
Hunger all day, and then at night repose

Cold on some lonely common, though no tongue
Should ever on thine ear, or aching heart,
Pour the warm tide of pity, still, O! still,

It would be better far to wander thus
Than to remain the slave of selfish vice,

The victim of passion. Ah! thy reign

Hath been but brief; thy wondrous beauty's power
Hath failed, perchance because thy heart retained
Strong memory of its virtue, and too oft

Cast clouds o'er thy spent spirits, and denied
The power to deck with mirth each riot scene.
Unhappy girl! a stranger's eye shall shed

Those tears for thee which ought in drops of blood
To fall from thy seducer. Shame, O world!
That man, thus privileged to ruin souls,
Should rove about undaunted, whilst the wretch
Whom he hath made must either die unseen
Or plunge in deeper guilt and fall for ever!'

ECONOMY.

THE help-meet of a certain professor in a college once said-" My husband is engaged about things too important to allow him time to study economy." Now, if we mistake not, this short and significant speech would suit the feelings of many young men and women of this generation. If so, there is no difficulty in accounting for the poverty of many good sort of men in different professions and lines of business, and the consequent curtailing of their means of use

fulness. The very professor whose lady made that notable speech had a benevolent soul, and would fain have given much to aid the poor and oppressed; but, alas! as might well be imagined, he could almost adopt the language of some ancient worthies, "Silver and gold have we none." Yet his means of acquisition were sufficiently ample.

Much, very much, depends upon the wife; for, as Dr. Hunter very forcibly remarks, "No man ever prospered in the world without the consent and coöperation of his wife. Let him be ever so frugal, regular, industrious, intelligent, successful-all goes for nothing if she is profuse, disorderly, indolent, or unfaithful to her trust. His farm prospers; his barn is filled with plenty; the floors are full of wheat; the fats overflow with wine and oil;' his cattle increase; he is waxing rich. His neighbour's commerce thrives; his plans were well laid; Providence smiles; the wings of every wind are wafting to his door gold, and silver, and precious things. The talents of a third are procuring for him reputation, and distinction, and honour, and wealth. How came they all to fail? Who opened the door and let poverty rush in as an armed man? The thing speaks for itself. The design of heaven is defeated: the parties were unequally yoked; the help found for these men was not a help meet" for them; skill was counteracted by carelessness; the fruits of diligence were scattered about by the hand of dissipation; the labours of a year perished in the sitting of an evening; by much slothfulness the building decayed, and through idleness of the hands the house dropped through.'

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Nor should it be forgotten that much also depends upon the mother, as the habits of children are formed

under her influence for good or for evil. There is much good sense in the directions of "The Frugal Housewife" on this head : Teach your children to save every thing, not for their own use, for that would make them selfish-but for some use. Teach them to share every thing with their playmates; but never allow them to destroy any thing. I once visited a family where the most exact economy was observed; yet nothing was mean or uncomfortable. It is the character of true economy to be as comfortable with a little as others can be with much. In this family, when the father brought home a package, the older children would, of their own accord, put away the paper and twine neatly, instead of throwing them in the fire, or tearing them to pieces. If the little ones wanted a piece of twine to play scratch-cradle, or spin a top, there it was in readiness; and, when they threw it upon the floor, the older children had no need to be told to put it again in its place."

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Instances are not wanting of professed Christians who receive regular incomes of from £150 to £500 per year; and yet, so far from having any considerable amount" to give to him that needeth," they can hardly continue to satisfy their "scores of gaping creditors," and this not always because the "gude wife can throw out wi' a spoon faster than the gude man can throw in wi' a shovel," but because they are gaged about things too important to permit them to study economy," and have never been accustomed to practise frugality in early life. Nay, we well recollect one instance (among many that doubtless might be named) of a man high in Christian profession and in the confidence of his fellow-citizens, who failed in so large a run of business as to occasion a loss of several hundred pounds each to some of his kind and unsus

pecting brethren in the Lord; and yet there is reason to believe he designed no such thing. He was generous in giving, and he meant to be also just in paying. But what can such persons do for the cause they love? "Be just before you are generous," says the old common-sense adage.-"Be honest at any rate," says a sneering world," before you make such high professions of being better than other folks." How sensitive on this point should every Christian be! How was the venerable and pious Thomas Scott agitated, and grieved, and terrified in his old age, lest through a failure in the sale of his commentary, of which he had even been ignorant, he should die insolvent, and thus inadvertently occasion injury to the religion he professed! Verily, there needs a reform, a coming up to the proper standard of Christian feeling, to the spirit of him who honestly says in word and work"I love thy kingdom, Lord," or of him rather who exclaimed, "It is better for me to die than that any man should make my glorying void."

Original Poetry,

CORONATION ODE.

GOD SAVE THE QUEEN !"—" LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!” AMEN! most gracious Queen! long may'st thou live, . And peace and happiness to England give!

May heaven's choicest blessings rest on thee!
Endue thy crown with immortality!

That, when thy days of earthly reign are o'er,
It still may shine more brilliant than before!

GOD SAVE THE QUEEN! Oh! may this sacred prayer
Be heard in heaven, and be answered there;
And, as we crown the hope of Albion's Isle,
May angels listen, and, approving, smile!

Loved sovereign, while thy nobles round thee stand,
Or humbly kneel to kiss thy virgin hand,