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ver his new born childrcn-and she asks 1t
this can really be him--this sunken being,
who ha. nothing for her but the sot's dis
gushing brutality-nothing for those abash-
ed and trembling children, but the sots dis
gusting example! Can we wonder, that a
mid these agonzing moments, the tender
cords of violated affection should snap asun-
der! that the scorned and deserted wife
should confess, "that there is no killing like
that which kills the hearth" that though 1T
would have been hard for her to kiss for
the last time the cold lips of her dead hus-
band, and lay his body forever in the dust,


it is harder to behold him so debasing lie,
that even his death would be greeted in mer-
Cyl Had he died in the light OF his goodness
bequeathing to his family the inheritance OF
an untarnished name, the example OF virtues
that blossom for his sohs and daughters
from the tomb--tho' she would have wept
bitterly indeed. the tears Of grief would not
have been also the tears of shame, But to
behold him, fallen away from the station ne
once adorned, degraded from eminence to
ignomnv-at home, turning his dwelling to
darkness, and its holy endearments to mock
ery-abroad, thrust from the companion
shin of the worthy, Il self-branded outlaw
this is the woe that the wife feels, and is





over as worse than widowhnod."


| So far the sketch Of the broken-hcarted
wife. The next is saddcr and darker
sketch of soiled loyeliuess and degraded
sweetness.


"There is vet another picture behind,
from the exh hi ition OF which would willing
ly be spared. have vcnturcd to point to
those who daily force themselves before the
ord. but there is one whom the world does
not know of--who hides herself from pry-
ing eyes, even in the innermost sanctuary
of the domestic temple. Shall dare to
rend the veil that hangs between, and draw
her forth? the pricstess dying amid her IN,
holy rites--tte sacrihcer and the sacrihce!
o. we compass sea and land. we brave dan
ger and death, to snatch the poor victim or
bcathcn superstiton from the burning pile
and it is well--but shall we not also save
the lovely ones OF our own household, from
immolatng on this foul altar, not alone the
perishing body, but all the worshipping
eraces OF her sex-the glorious attributes OF
halowed womanhood


"Imagination's gloomlest reverie never
conceived of more revolving OBJECT, than
that of wife and mother, dehling IN her
nerson the fairest work Of her God, and set
ting at nought the holy engagements tor
which he had created her. Her husband
who shall heiyhtcn his joys, and dissipate
his cares, and alleviate his sorrows! She
who has rebbcd him of all joy, who is the
source of his deepest care, who lives his
sharpest sorrow! These are indeed the
wife's delights-but they are not hers. Her
children-who shall watch over their bud
ding virtues, and pluck up the young weeds
of passion and vice! She. in whose bosom
every thing beautiful has wlthered, every
thing vile grows rank' who sha'i teach
them to bend their little knees to devotion,
and repeat their Saviour's prayer against
"temptation'" She. who is herself temp
tation's fettered slave? These are truly


the the mothers labors--but they are not


hers Connubial love and maternal tender


ness bloom no longer for her. A worm has
gnawed into her heart, that dies only with
its prey-the worm Htemherance."