Every apt to pass i'll at one ear and out at the other, though occasionally, they will stick, and occasion a train of l thoughts as unexpected as they are new. Passing along by the United States Bank the other day, two young ladies were engaged in earnest conversation, at the moment of our coming opposite, one remarked to the other in tone of remonstrance. :. Well, what can l do! all the young men of my acquaintance are engaged.' All the other young men she knew were gone--the directin ference was that sbe was about to take up with yNf. Sonaebody, for the very cogenf reason. that she could get no- body else. How very wise and prudent, thought we, us NC paced slowly to our office, Here is a poor foundation for happiness; NC traced in imagination tho future course of life of this damsel, and found her prospects dark and gloomy. She has accepted the hand of a man for whom she probably at most only feels an esteem. Failing in some of her an ticipations of delight in his own every day society, she begins to treat him with little neglect--this grows greater, end ing probably in disgust, Of feeling ap- preaching very near it. He soon dis covers that his return to his home at short intervals of absence, affords him less and less pleasure--he therefore makes to himself every possible excuse for remaining abroad--gets into bad company, goes from bad to worse, and brings up ill drinking club, becomes a complete sol, very soon Is q very dis gusting object, neglects his business, is never at home, and dies in the aims house ora gutter. Such is too often the career of men whose domestic comfort is broken upon by the faults of wife who never particularly attached to the object whom they have taken for better for worse, live a careless unaccommo- dating life, neglect known duties, and follow to the grave the victims, who with a different conrse of conduct on their part, they might have made comtorta- ble, if not happy, and who would have long remained useful and respected members of society. Our female read CTS will readily apply the moral of our eogitations, and however averse to ser mons in general, will please to remem- Ger never to utter where t can be over heard, What can 1 do! all the other young men of my acquaintance are en- gagged. Cur male readers, may if they please, reverse the picture, and preach q sermon to themselves which we dare say will have quite as much point.

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 :. ' ss.ktstelb The depopulating pesti- lence that walketh at monday. the car mage of cruel and devastating war, can scarcely exhibit their victims in more terrible array, than exterminating drun- kenne5s. have seen a promising lami- ly spring from parent trunk, and stretching abroad it's popuIouslimbs like a towering tree covered with a green and healthy foliage. have seen the unnatural decay beginning upon the yet tender leaf, and gnawing like a worm in the unopened bud, while they dropp- ed of, one by one, and the scathed and ruined shaft stood alone, until the winds and rains of many a sorrow laid that too in the dust. On one of those holy days when the patriarch rich in virtue as in years. gathered about him the great and the little ones of his flock. his sons with their sons, and his daughters with their daughters-i too, sat at the festive board. too, pledged them in the so- eial wine cup, and reioiced with them around the negotiable hearth, and expa- tiated with delight upon the eventfnl future; while the good old man warmed in the genial glow of youthful enthusi- asm, wiped the tears of joy from his glistening eye. He was happy. lmet with them again when the rolling year brought the festive season around. But they were not ali there. The kind old man sighed as his sutfused eye dwelt upon tie then occupied seat. But joy yet came to his relief, and he was hap py. \ parents love knows no dinlinu- tion-time, distance, poverty, shame, but give intensity and strength to that passion before which all others dissolve and meltaway. Anotherhour elapsed. The board was spread. But the guests came not. The old man cried. sswhere are my ehildren2" And the echo aus wered sphere? His heart broke-for