tily. "I have heard as much; it is a sign that the poor
unfortunate woman died penitent; for, if I can read a man's heart
through his looks, had she not made a pious and Christian end, the
Doctor would never have been induced to speak well of her."

[K] We have much yet to do for a class whom it is a shame to name, and
that much _must be done by women_--by women, themselves _sans tache_,
_sans reproche_. It is not enough that we repeat our Saviour's words,
"Go and sin no more:" we must give the sinner a refuge to go to. Asylums
calculated to receive such ought to be more sufficiently provided in
England. One lady, as eminent for her rare mental powers as for her
charity and great wealth, is now trying an experiment that does her
infinite honor; she has set a noble example to others who are rich and
ought to be considerate; safe in her high character, her self-respect,
and her virgin purity, she has provided shelter for many "erring
sisters,"--in mercy beguiling

"by gentle ways the wanderer back."

Of all her numerous charities, this is the truest and best; like the
fair Sabrina she has heard and answered the prayers of those who seek
protection from the most terrible of all dangers--

"Listen! for dear honor's sake Listen--and save!"

MARY WOLSTONECRAFT SHELLEY.

The daughter of William Godwin and Mary Wolstonecraft, and wife of Percy
Bysshe Shelley, died at the age of fifty-three, in Chester Square,
Pimlico, London, on the first day of February. What woman had ever
before relations so illustrious! Daughter of Godwin and wife of Shelley!
These few words unfold a remarkable history, unparalleled, and
unapproached in romantic dignity. In the dedication to her of the noble
poem of _The Revolt of Islam_, Shelley says:

"They say that thou wert lovely from thy birth,
Of glorious parents, thou aspiring Child.
I wonder not--for One then left this earth
Whose life was like a setting planet mild,
Which clothed thee in the radiance undefiled
Of its departing glory; still her fame
Shines on thee, through the tempests dark and wild
Which shake these latter days; and thou canst claim
The shelter, from thy Sire, of an immortal name."

In the introduction to one of her novels, she herself says of her youth:

"It is not singular that, as the daughter of two persons of
distinguished literary celebrity, I should very early in life have
thought of writing. As a child I scr