was cruel and wicked. The imagination of a profligate cannot be other
than depraved. And then, as regards the great objects of life, do good,
and you perceive these with more and more clearness. Thus is "light"
always "sown to the righteous." Live in God, and you enjoy a perpetual
sunshine.

Earnestly, therefore, would I plead with all occupied in female
education, that while they encourage the study of the philosophy of
life, they join with it the practice of its duties. Let knowledge be the
herald of goodness. Let intellectual improvement conduct to active
virtue, and sincere piety. Unite with literary excellence a devotion to
home, to charity, to faith and prayer. I have now in mind a picture of
moral purity surmounting skill in the divine tones of music, and the
exercises of the pencil and the brush.--Virtuous maiden,

"Thou wear'st upon thy forehead clear
The freedom of a mountaineer;
A face with gladness overspread!
Soft smiles, by human kindness bred!
And heavenliness complete, that sways
Thy courtesies, about thee plays."

Of what avail indeed is the best literary education, if the heart be
left barren and dead? Can any degree of knowledge compensate for a
selfish spirit? Let envy, pride, jealousy, vanity, be nurtured by the
studies that engage the mind of a young lady, and who can rejoice at her
intellectual progress? Better have less learning, less mental power,
than increase these possessions only to desecrate them in the service of
iniquity. Ignorance is always a less evil than guilt. No amount of
literary acquisitions can atone for the want of a spiritual mind, for
frivolity, heartlessness, and irreligion. Let then the desire to be
useful, to be holy and heavenly, crown and consecrate the education of
woman. Let her ponder on wisdom and learning, and "lay all these things
to her heart."

Female culture should always have reference to the Future. It should
lead to a remembrance of the "latter end" of life's course. How much has
been done, in this work, for the present, for show and effect. Instead
of rearing a thorough edifice, of sound materials, and on a firm
foundation, the endeavor has too often been to build up in a day a
specious structure. So has it been, that, when, the storms of life came
on, the moral building was rocked by the winds, the rain pierced its
thin covering; it rested on the sand; it fell, and great was its fall.

Here is a young school-girl. What is to