most appropriate character, and of remarkable fervor, ren- | pain, and during most of the time none. Generally he was dered this department of his parochial duties eminently in a profound stupor, but occasionally he roused up, and his pleasing and useful. Truly did he love his dear people, as eyes and countenance would for a little while resume their he was wont to call them: he was the friend of them all. usual intelligent and benevolent expression. When thus How often has the writer heard hin. mourn over those of himself, he was resigned, calm, full of peace and hope, and them who are impenitent, seen him weep for them, and free from all fear. When asked whether there was any thing heard his ejaculatory prayers ascend to God on their behalf! to be done in reference to his temporal affairs, he said no, How often has he seen him bear the communicants of his that every thing had been attended to-that nothing reflock in his heart, and on his lips, to the throne of Grace, mained but to bid the Rev. Mr. Atkinson to bear his love to and pray God to strengthen their faith, and confirm them in his dear children. When told (by Mr. Atkinson, at whose all christian graces, and in all good works. house he died, and who, with his wife, were son and daughter to him in the absence of his own children,) that death was at hand, he said, "It is well-I trust I am prepared either for this world or the next." On Thursday, at about pain, and in the gentlest and most peaceful manner, without a struggle or a groan, this good man fell asleep in Jesus-and now, we believe, is in the society of the Patriarchs and Apostles, in a world of blessedness. Who can withhold the tribute of admiration for such a character-who would desire a more enviable lot than his? Enjoying for fifty-four years the high privilege of declaring the glad tidings of the Gospel to ransomed sinners-be-half past one, A. M., after hours of entire freedom from loved by all, eminently successful both in his ministry and in his Episcopate, without enemies, his death has been like his life, gentle, calm, full of love and hope and peace. Let it be repeated, he had no enemies, for he was just and upright in all his dealings; he had a tender regard for the reputation and feelings of all, and never spoke evil of any and who could cherish aught but love and reverence for one so full of love to all? The citizens of Richmond loved to see his venerable form and benevolent face as he walked the streets. His best eulogium is the love and veneration of the whole population of Richmond-the tears of the immense assembly that thronged the church at his funeral; yes, of all, old men and matrons, young men and maidens and children. Who can forget the sobs which were heard throughout that vast crowd? Who was not impressed by the unparalleled multitudes which swelled his far-lengthened funeral procession? 80th To crown so lovely a life, God awarded him a death such as is granted to but few of his ministers. He enjoyed all the real blessings of life to the last; with unusual physical strength, and mental faculties but little impaired, except his memory, he continued his duties even to the end. Two days only before the last visitation on which he died, he of ficiated and preached at a funeral. His address was extempore, and such was his energy, animation and fervor, and such the influence of his exhortation, that an old christian of another christian society, said "surely this must be his last, last message to Richmond." It was so; two days after he obeyed the call of duty, and commenced, in his year, a journey of one hundred and fifty miles, to Lynchburg, to perform Episcopal functions. He arrived in Lynchburg on Thursday, the 5th of November. On Friday, he attended Divine service in the forenoon-in the afternoon he met at the Rector's house the candidates for confirmation, and made them a very admirable address on the quali fications for that holy rite-in the evening he attended service again; and after a sermon by one of his presbyters, he made an address, which is represented to have been characterized by pathos, animation and energy in the highest degree. Eyes that seldom wept, were suffused with tears; and some of the most hardened in impenitency were softtened, when the old and venerable servant of God, in tenderest accents, and with outstretched and trembling hands, and fervent love, heralded for the last time the good tidings of the Gospel, and entreated them for Christ's sake to be reconciled to God. That night, after a day spent so usefully in his sacred office, and only about three hours after his voice had proclained, in the Temple of God, the gracious invitations of his beloved Saviour, the fatal shaft which no skill could extract, pierced him. Feeling unwell a little after midnight, he arose to call for help; but his strength failing him, he fell on the floor, and lay there help less for some time before his returning strength enabled him to make himself heard. When raised and placed on his bed, he was found to be laboring under a violent attack of pneumonia. He lived for five days, suffering but very little Laboring to the last, in the midst of his duties, and zealously doing his Master's work, this old and faithful Soldier of Christ fell with his armor on, and brightly burnished with recent use. Well may the Apostle's language be applied to him: "I have fought a good fight; I have finished my course; I have kept the faith; henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness." The circumstances attending Bishop Moore's death render the following lines of Montgomery remarkably appropriate: "Servant of God! well done; Rest from thy loved employ; He started up to hear; A mortal arrow pierced his frame; It found him in the field, Still warm with recent fight; Pav. Wm Norwood THE PAST YEAR. Like a bubble borne upon the stream of time, another year of life has floated by and is gone! Another page in the history of man is written. Time, in his swift, and sure career, has come; is gone; yet still is present, and noteth down each moment as it passes. What changes, what joy, or sorrow, has the past year brought! Perhaps wealth has been made poor; whilst poverty and want have strode with time, and reached the goal of affluence. Three hundred and sixty-five days ago, we looked forward to the present,-as the future; and now, we turn upon those very days, to seek for records ing blade falls quivering on the thread of life, and of the past! lo, 'tis severed! Another revolution of the wheel, and lo! the present fades from view, as onward, with the rapid march of time, we hold our journey, unheeded or forgot. And what, though Fortune, in her bitterest mood may cast the clouds of sorrow o'er our path? What, though the merry laugh of joy may find its echo in the mournful cry of sadness or of misery? What, though the tide of Fortune, like the mighty ocean's wave, shall rise, and sweep resistless over us? We are not conquered yet; our spirits still are free: we dash its blighting spray aside, and like a goodly gallant barque, we breast the storm. There is a beacon-star which burns with undimmed lustre, to light us on our way. There is an heavenly spirit, which beckons us still onward. And lo! high o'er the ramparts of the wished for goal, a flaunting flag is given to the wind; behold the talismanic words, inscribed in living characters of fire upon it, Hope and Persevere. Yes, hope, in all our cares and sorrows, still cheers us on our way; hope so sweet, that danger is forgot, and sorrow flies before its inspirations. It whispers in our ears a charm so full of joy, that life seems new; and once more, we launch our barques upon the sea of life, to tempt its storms and try its winds again. Thus comes, and goes, ' Old Time.' Thus, year after year goes he by, bearing in his train the hopes and joys,the cares and sorrows of man. If tears shall water our course, Old Time, as he flies along, with a single flap of his broad wing, can dry them up. Yet happiness too may often be broken and scattered by him. Our brightest visions of the future may, to our awakened senses, take their real shapes, and don the garb of misery; whilst the fancied sorrows of to-day may melt like noxious vapors, 'neath the genial sun of fortune, and disclose the sweetest imagery of life. The future! the unknown future! wisely shut by an Almighty hand from our eager foolish view, still undisclosed lies spread before us. Amidst our unhappiness it may burst forth, like the brilliant orb of day, a light to cheer us on, and bid us see again. The future may have in its keeping so bright a store of love and joy and happiness, that but to view it--e'en through the dim vista of the far-off coming years-will make the sad heart leap for very joy. Behold in the year which is now commenced another page in the history of man. The clerk of Time stands ready, pen in hand, to note our actions, good or evil. Behold, in the commencement of the coming year, the foundation of a mighty monument of Though empires rise, and pass away; though Time, springing up beneath his tread, and rising sadness, misery and joy be companions in his high, as day on day of his strong masonry is added train; though the green happiness of youth did to the pile, until the close of another year shall flourish; though the seeds of discord spring; though cap its summit. poor beggary and squalid want do pinch; Time stays not, heeds not. The mind by passions tossed; the heart that burned wtih strong desires; the bold aspirant, clothed with fierce ambition,-whose thoughts, and words, if coined into deeds, would make earth tremble, and nations groan; the good, the well-disposed of men--whose bosoms nourished the noblest and the best of human feelings-who walked the path of righteousness, and found no greater happiness than doing charities, and sheltering the oppressed: in this short space of time, one single year! thousands, possessors of such attributes, have perished, scarce cared for, or unknown. The fair unsullied page has been unrolled, on which our actions will be written: Shall it be the record of time well spent, or virtue shunned and disregarded? shall we hand the undying page, foul and blotted by our acts, to posterity, whose legacy it is! By it, perhaps, they will be guided. Shall we be the ignis fatui, to lead them in an erring course, o'er rugged paths and dangerous swamps of life? or shall we rather be a beacon light, a polar star, by which they may steer unto the port of happiness? Let the monument which another year shall raise bear the records of time well spent, of virtuous As a leaf upon a tree withers, dies and falls, actions and of noble deeds. so man, with his passions, perishes. Man springs up, flourishes, and ripens; the 'Old Reaper' cometh, with his keen and well tried sickle, to gather in his harvest. Seated on his ponderous car, he swiftly urges his mettled and tireless steeds on to eternity. Oh! let it not teem with records of burning shame and misery! Let it not tell of lawless passions unsubdued, unchecked; of crying want unheeded, or innocence betrayed. But rather, let it be a living monument, on which our virtues, like the glittering stars of heaven, He hurries through the living human field, to shall glow, a beaming light-when we shall be no cut its tenants down. more-to guide succeeding ages on the way of life! Richmond. Swiftly cleaving the intrenchant air, his glitter J. P. P. FEMALE INFLUENCE. IN SEVEN CHAPTERS. CHAPTER I. THE RETURN. It was a lovely evening when Carrol Stanley found himself rapidly approaching his native place. Four tedious years had glided by, carrying along with them various changes; and on no one, had the hand of mutability more sensibly laid its touch than on Carrol. He left buoyant with the fresh ""Tis sweet to know there is an eye, will mark and happy spirit of youth; for then all things bore Our coming, and grow brighter when we come." on their crest, the impress of unsullied beauty. "Ada, what dress shall I wear to-night ?" said Life seemed to his eye as fair and placid as the unEvelyn Mordaunt rather despairingly to her sister, ruffled waters of the calmest lake. He returned who seemed quietly engaged with her drawing; with that spirit dampened, those feelings sensibly and without waiting for a reply, she continued, "I tempered and lost in the dignity of self-command. do declare you are a perfect enigma to me, for He left glowing with boyish beauty, and delicate there you sit, as indifferent about your dress, as if gracefulness of activity; he returned with a perit was the choir, or one of your prayer-meetings, son bearing the stamp of muscular vigor and manly you are to attend, instead of our uncle's long talked ease. Carrol was indeed changed-not merely exof fete." ternally, for the opening capabilities of his mind had become expanded and highly cultivated by the rich lore gained during his sojourn in those lands, where “Why really, Evelyn, your taste, you know, is acknowledged to be indisputable, and so wholly independent of another's, I think whatever it selects, that you should decide upon. I am somewhat surprised that you, who have been so successful a votary to fashion, should be thus unusually concerned about your appearance this evening." "Not more so, my prosy sister, than I own I am at your apparent nonchalance about Carrol Stanley's arrival; for, if my memory be faithful, his departure caused your usual equanimity and selfpossession to be a little disturbed. But I see plainly I have no place in your interest, or I would not so often fail in exciting it." Ada sat still at her drawing; not a word escaped to pacify her sister, whose taunt she regarded as unjust; therefore, the wisest course was to pass it by unnoticed but had Evelyn looked a little more attentively at her, she would have perceived the usual brightness of her dark gray eye dimmed, its lid quivering, and a drop, lucid as the early dew, resting on the rich fringe of nature's own hanging. But Evelyn Mordaunt was unhappily a spoiled child of fortune; consequently, the remembrance of the many wounding words, that, in moments of caprice, fell from her lips,-which seemed too beautiful to breathe other than those of softness and love, rarely haunted her; and Ada was too forgiving to cause them to rise in judgment against her, whom, in spite of her waywardness, she loved better than all else beside. "Art and Science walked hand in hand." O'er every feeling but his love of home, had the scythe of Time marked its course; that dear affection he garnered up with a miser-like care: it clung around his heart more tenaciously than the creeping ivy clings around the trunk of a blasted tree. As he passed each familiar haunt of his boyhood, how his bosom gladdened to see it untouched :-unlike him, the old church, where first his infant mind was made to comprehend there was an all wise God, "maker of heaven and earth," still reared high its lofty spire, and the smooth green around seemed yet more green but dearer far than all, was that sweet home where first he drew the breath of life. The old butler's eye glistened, as he grasped his young master's hand; the line of domestics cheered loudly, as he bounded past them to meet the warm embrace of his only parent, who, after a few moments of unrestrained indulgence, silently drew his son into an adjoining apartment. But sorrow The father and son mingled long their tears together. The deep wounds caused by the death of Mrs. Stanley, which the lapse of four years (for she died shortly after Carrol's departure,) had somewhat healed over, seemed freshly opened—bleeding anew with a painful intensity. rarely outlives joy; and, with a resigned but saddened composure, they began to discourse on other themes, feeling the full joy of a happy reunion. It grew towards twilight, when Mr. Stanley reminded Carrol of his preparation for the expected fête in honor of his arrival. "And where are my sweet cousins all this time? Am I not to see them, before the curious throng assembles-for surely, they are slow to offer me their sisterly welcome?" Ada gave the finishing stroke to her sketch; and, with a sigh, arose to put it aside, as more domestic occupations demanded her attention below. Evelyn, when she found herself alone, returned to a reexamination of the various splendid dresses which her maid, with all her French volubility, displayed, vowing this one was most sweetly charming-the other best suited to her young lady's beautiful complexion. The taste and opinion of a femme-de- As he said this, the door opened, and Ada, with chambre are not often rejected, especially if her a blushing timidity, but a face redolent with joy, tongue be well spiced with flattery; and Evelyn approached him-her tendered hand was fervently very complacently listened to all Nesbit had to say. pressed, and a still more fervent pressure of his VOL. VIII-4 lips on her lovely cheek, caused it to glow with carnation's deepest tint. "But, dearest Ada, why are you alone? where is my cousin Evelyn? or does she deem my joy sufficient for the present, and think to prolong its continuance, by delaying her appearance?" "I left her discharging the necessary, but onerous duties of the toilet," replied Ada-" but no doubt she will soon speak for herself. Like every one else, she is delighted at your return; and you may perceive by various bustling preliminaries, we have prepared for you a fit welcome." CHAPTER II. THE WELCOMING FETE. "A thousand hearts beat happily! And where "But the poorer half had been told; As Evelyn gave the last touch to the tout-ensemble of her faultless (because highly fashionable) array, her buoyant thoughts seemed to concentrate into one strong focus of action, viz: the captivation of Carrol Stanley's heart. "Yes, he shall feel my power this night, though in early days he scarce acknowledged it let me see if this dangerous arrow be becomingly seen. Bless me! poor Herbert has well nigh been forgot in this new and mighty conquest of my desires; but pshaw ! one will even grow weary of the sincerity and constancy of such as Herbert-fascinating as he certainly is. Yes, indeed, I actually must add another laurel to my (so they tell me) never-fading wreath; and I dare say, Carrol will be quite a choice evergreen. For Heaven's sake, Evelyn Mordaunt was indeed a being of rare and Ada, turning to her sister as she just then entered unsurpassed beauty. Her person was somewhat the room, do you not intend to dress to-night? why above the general height, with a bust combining the guests will arrive, ere you are half ready. May every perfection of disputed taste, and a waist I ask your opinion now of my looks?" rounded by the flowing ease of Nature's span, "Yes, dearest Evelyn," said Ada, gazing on the which needed not the torturing process of the triumphant looking beauty in transfixed admiration, odious stays to compress it into the present waspyou may; and it is, that, to my perception and like and disgusting smallness. Thus much may be taste, nothing seems wanting. If my sight be thus easy to describe; but her face! the most glowing dazzled, how will it be with your host of willing description would be tame-the richest language slaves?—for to-night any and every one may detoo poor to do it justice. On that evening, well servedly render you, the heart's undivided homage. did the mirror's reflection cause her heart to exult, Bend down, my beautiful sister, and let those sweet and her bosom to throb, with a pardonable vanity. lips give me the assurance that you will never For who ever possessed the seducing gift of Beauty, again so cruelly think your place in Ada's heart and and had one of those tell-tale friends of the boudoir, interest second to another's. But". she timidly that remained insensible to its value, and experienced no desire to make others feel its powerful effect? Surely not a woman. paused, and coloring said, "Evelyn, do you not think you have conformed a little too strictly to the present fashion of low corsage and high sleeves ?” "Oh! no, Ada, you are such a squeamish prude and Methodist in your notions. I suppose, if I were to listen, you would read me Addison's vision on the tucker; but I pray you to excuse me just now; my maxim is 'Fashion is every thing;' consequently she demands strict attention." A dress of rose-colored sarsenet, after much hesitation and reflection, was decided upon for the evening; well did its delicate tint become her brilliant complexion. Her hair, soft and dark, was braided, with a Madona-like ease, and over a brow of the smoothest fairness. A few wavy curls on one side, floated carelessly on her neck of unblemished white; With a proud step and exulting heart, Evelyn while those on the other, were caught by a jewel-entered the brilliantly lighted, but empty rooms; led arrow, gracefully confining their flowing motions. A serpent hissing dazzling gems, coiled at the back of her well formed head; but amidst their brightness, Evelyn Mordaunt's eye lost none of its light. Her cheek so bright and glowing, seemed to woo that veriest of urchins sent for man's vexation, to nestle in its rosy shades. Her lips, slightly parted, "out-blushed the rich red fruit of Autumn's prime." It was scarcely necessary that such a being should have taxed the aid of any artificial arrow, or ornamental weapon; for, in every smile, one, full barbed, was sent deep into the heart. Who that could have seen her thus beaming with all the pride of conscious beauty, would not have felt expression fail, and in description, feel that and it was something unusual for the fashionable Miss Mordaunt to be the first to do thus; but she had been told Carrol was already there, and her vanity impelled her to try the effect of a sudden appearance. He was thoughtfully examining some old family prints, which, like the faces of familiar friends, he loved to gaze upon. So deep was his revery, he heard not the gentle step of her, whom above all others, he most wished to see. "'Pon honor, surely my cousin's auricular sense cannot be very acute; or is it that my 'Treading would not bend a blade of grass, Or shake the downy blow-ball from its stalk?' See," said she, as her silvery voice caused him to "Excuse me for the present," replied she hesitatingly-" the space is already occupied with cou start and turn-"I have actually upset an ottoman, and you did not hear me !" Carrol continued rooted to the spot, as immova-ples, and I do not think I can trust my giddy brain bly as a statue. to the, if possible, more giddy waltz, to-night.” "Well really," she continued, inwardly delighted Cameron bent towards her, and whispered a few at his amazement, "I regret the lapse of a few words into her ear; the next moment, the delicate years should have so completely banished me from waist of Evelyn was encircled by his arm, and Memory's niche; however, my warmest greetings, soon were they left to the undisputed possession of fresh from the heart, are offered you." She held the circle-every couple leaving, to witness the out to him her beautifully jewelled hand, which was unrivalled waltzing of the reigning belle, and the passionately seized, and, gazing on her as if his accomplished Mr. Cameron. Carrol turned away eye was taking its last long look, he pressed it to with a disappointed heart:-his eye just then dehis almost bloodless lips-stammering out some-tected the fashionable licence of Evelyn's dress. thing about sudden surprise and transcendant beauty. Heaving a sigh of pain, he looked in another direc I'll pardon you, cousin, provided you will have tion, wondering that the ethereal purity and delithe gallantry to add, 'unexpected pleasures are al-cacy of mind, which should ever dwell in so fair a ways the most appreciated;' then you see my vanity tabernacle, should thus yield to so disgusting and will be somewhat mollified at your very flattering indecorous a fashion. He started at hearing some recognition!" one near him echo his deep drawn sigh, and casting his eye around, it fell on the youthful form of Ada, attired in simple white, her native loveliness wholly unadorned by any effort of display, or obtrusive ornament. Drawing her arm gently in his, he said "Well then, if that addition will procure me your forgiveness, I know you will believe me, when I do not plead guilty to the latter implication. I did think it was impossible to imagine one more beautiful than my cousin Evelyn was, when I left her-but I find that four years have given her a more than a Nourmahal's gifts, adding every touch which the most ardent poet or painter ever sighed for." "Bravo, coz! you have fully expiated your offence. Surely Paris has not improved your candor, for I see you've learned the tact of flattering quite to perfection. Believe me, (shaking her head,) your sex will have a great deal to answer for in thus offering to ours the poisonous chalice, and weakening our minds with its intoxicating power." How willingly Evelyn would have forgiven the world its questionable veracity, and have thought mankind would be all-wise and excusable in adopting Carrol's opinions, respecting the fascinating beauty of the celebrated Miss Mordaunt ! "Where have you hid your sweet face so long, Ada? I am glad to see that you resist the prevalent propensity to indulge in the odious waltz-a dance which the more I see, increases my astonishment that it should ever have been adopted by American ladies, who have so justly the reputation for refinement of character and domestic purity. It was always my aversion, but since I visited Paris, it has actually become my horror. But, (seeing she hesitated to answer him,) perhaps I will have to claim your forgiveness for the free expression of my peculiar opinions; they may probably clash with yours." "Oh, no!" she replied, "they are in entire accordance with mine, and I grieve to see Evelyn's excessive indulgence in it-for it often arouses within me a dictatorial spirit towards her I so dearly love; but see with what inimitable grace she moves!" Guest after guest crowded in, still Carrol seemed totally insensible to the presence of any, save of Evelyn; and she was evidently engrossed with the conquest she was rapidly making of her handsome The waltz just then stopped, and Carrol with a cousin. Ada, with sickening heart and waning flushed cheek, saw Evelyn, well nigh exhausted, spirits, witnessed the devotion of his manner to receive from her partner such support, as he, notEvelyn; not that her's was a nature, too envious, withstanding his claims of relationship, would not to receive any pleasure at being eclipsed by her have dared to offer her. But alas! how fashion more brilliant sister; not that she coveted one will oft sanction and pardon every departure from glance of admiration, or one just tribute of praise long established customs in society, and how comoffered at the shrine of such radiant loveliness; but pletely uncompromising she is in her acts of defiit was the disappointment of Nature's long che-ance! rished hopes, the tearing away of that specious Come, Ada, you will dance a simple cotillion veil which had been unconsciously thrown over her or quadrille with me, for I am too outré to figure sanguine perceptions. "Miss Mordaunt, I claim the fulfilment of your promise made a few evenings since to waltz," said a handsome young man approaching Evelyn, whom she blushingly introduced to Carrol as Mr. Herbert Cameron. 66 in any other-I love such, and will enjoy it more to have you, the partner of my boyish dancing, mine to-night," said Carrol, as he perceived she was about to leave him, “Indeed, I am as ignorant of both, as of the waltz, for I never dance at all; however, if you |