inual uneasiness and pain. Let fancy be the guiding faculty of
her nature, and in what sins must she inevitably be involved. Its aerial
flights will bear her above the beaten, common-sense, road of duty, and
make her the prey of a fatal instability and its attendant
mortifications, follies, and sorrows. Her acute feelings, and tender
affections need a moral counterpoise. The sudden sickness of the loved
will else overwhelm her, and unfit her for the service she owes them. In
this world of casualties, if her heart be not braced by the power of
good judgment, she will yield to disaster and grief, with a hopeless
inefficiency. Her virtues must be the result of reflection, inherent,
and not incidental. There must be a Christian dignity, a calm repose,
that beautiful balance of character, in which keen sensibility is
sustained by a patient and firm self-possession. So fortified, let her
add one grace more and

"The arched roof, * * * * * *
By its own weight, stands steadfast and immovable."

We may not omit, in this connection, the influence of Friendship, as a
soother of woman's sorrows. Always susceptible of sympathy, and alive to
the voices of kindred spirits, in her trials she feels their
indispensable necessity. How are her affections knit to each relative,
by adversity, disappointment, and death. In bereavement a family build,
as it were, a single monument, each placing its tribute in the mournful
structure. They lean on one another, and, thanks be to God, next to his
own strong arm, there is none so dear in our grief, as that of a friend.
Thanks for human love.

"When cold storms
Rack the worn cordage of the heart, it breathes
A healing essence, and a strength'ning charm,
Next to the hope of heaven."

"The hope of heaven," the prospects and supports of Religion, deep
piety, these I name last, because they are the greatest, indeed, the
only effectual solace, for the trials of woman. "Those wells of
feeling," says a female writer, "hidden in the soul, upon whose surface
the slightest smile of affection falls, like sunlight, but whose very
depths are stirred by the breath of unkindness, are too often unvisited
by the kindly influence of kindred sympathies, and go wearing their own
channels deeper, in silence and in secrecy, and in infinite
bitterness,--undermining health, happiness, the joy of life, and making
existence one succession of burden-bearing days. It is