USEFU.I4 MISCELLANY.
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BLusHIsc.-We love to see the rosy hue
mounting over the neck and face Of beau
tiful woman it shadows forth, delicately
and softly, the gentle feelings Of her soul,
II is the evidence Of timidity, which is
lovely in woman. Out upon your mascu-
line mind-out upon your rough sturdy ge-
nius--we prefer the reed to ash--ivy to
oak, Woman's natural element is retire
ment her hdl Ne, the domestic circle. Un-
fit by nature to buffet with the worlds
waves, or mingle in its strifes, she lives de-
pendent upon stronger spirit, and repays
in kindness and gentleness, that which she
receives in protection and support.


We cannot bear woman that never
bushes; the steady, cold, calm eye, has no
charm for us; there is a beauty, and gen.
tleness in the downcast look, starting tear,
and warm blush, that de6es comparison,
even with the loyeliest Of the haughty-
Those who endeavor to curb and restrain
this feeling, thinking il weakness, err strange



ly in their ideas /; let it alone there is no
deformity in the indulgence.


Fga sgH6 sttsaa f si0e
We have never met with anything in
poetry more beautiful and true, than the
following eight lines from the Italian Me-
TAsrAsIo. They are an incarnation Of those
truths which from year to year presents
themselves more forcibly to the mind, as
experience and observation increase, by ex-
tended intercourse with the world and our
fellow-beings, from the highest to the low
est class: .l


If ev'ry ones internal care


Were written on his brow,


How many would our pity share,


Who raise our envy now!


The fatal secret, when reveal'd,


Oftev'ry aching breast,


Would prove that only while conceal'd


Their lot appears the best.


