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SELF1sHNEss.-W despise any thing exclu-
sive--we dsdain all relationship or kindred
with the miserly, hard-fsted feeling that builds
up for itself an impenetrable seclusion-deaf
to all the social and generous sensations Of the
heart, or the high and noble aspirations that
light up the soul. We pity the man who is
so much interested in that monster-self-tha
he has no heart to feel, no wish to serve, or
no anxiety for the welfare and happiness Of
his fellow men. To such an one, this world
is all gloom, trouble, and disappointment.
Jealous Of every one, suspicious of every thing,
his life is nought but one continued round of
dark and mysterious forebodings The light
and joyous laugh of childhood rings as death.
knell in his ear, and their rattling noise and
pattering feet only serve to remind him Of the
falling clods upon his coffin-lid. The light of
woman's bright and beaming eyes never light
up his sorrowful moments; her gentle admo-
nitions never break the monotony Of his cheer
less life; and when his last hour arrives, no
kind hand smoothes the pillow, no prayerful
voice ascends TO the throne of the Most High,
pleading for hope and mercy. Gloomily he
lives, dreadfully he dies.-Asylum Journal.