more; and in times of depression take some idea of God, though they know hi serve him not the better. For the sak I have determined on replying to the le not guess the writer, and if I did, all pe put aside. I answer to all those who hol language, or cherish the like sentiments, individual correspondent. She will th trust, forgive the criticism of her words.

My correspondent claims to have th judged by her own experience, and th vanity and folly upon herself. Is she qui knows herself, and at “ past five and tv come to the full fruition of her early cu so, I will receive her testimony of herself, the deficient outline as justly as I can. pose her name to be Amelia, and unde she is now past five and twenty. I will su

ved on her; and she had the adwed to gather unrestrained, what bitter but useful fruits of exIt is not unfair to assert that part of her time in collecting nual" gratification of her vanity, elight in the indulgence of her these early years were past in fication in some form or other. mmon character, and we are in sketching her amiss. She was = world-when presented to it, ce in its sight—and she has spent omanhood in doing its pleasure rested by a voice that said "She re, is dead while she liveth.”

melia now? After eight years' folly and fashion's bondage, she of their wages, and writes down Es of conviction" that "life is

companions mouldering in the grave, sour ear the trumpet-call to judgment, turns the of comedy into the sublime of tragedy, th lessness of mirth into the poetry of senti I mis-state the case, Amelia must forgi all she has disclosed. She has not told when she became dissatisfied with the folly, she forsook its service. She has no that thoughts of death and judgment in sent her to solitude, penitence, and prayer she had told me how many of that giddy c arrested in the dance of folly by her exa won by her timely warnings to prepar change she so shuddered to think upon that she had said how often and how bitte God she mourned her own wasted years mulated sins, her Lord's neglected and service. Then I might have perceived the ness" as well as the "bitterness" of her ei

says t, and find none; cut it down; e ground?"

"These three years have

melia is. May I imagine also en her five and twenty years are wrath nor mercy interpose? This divine, which she takes to be is in fact no other than senti- of unsatisfied feeling-the last omance, very dull, but necessary Dry-this will die with the vivaeling-imagination will cease to of mortality-the vivid impresill wear fainter and fainter-the age will wither these, as it withers of feeling-flowers of one root, rence will involve them all. But habit will remain. Folly never its own cure. It were as wise to thistle by longer growing should

to-morrow will nod upon their hearse. judgment, imagination's play-things no approach will become hideous phanton must be either dreaded or forgotten. servance of exterior forms, an equivocal of religion perhaps, will take place of ex sentiment. And when the secrets of Am are opened, that moment so confidently c and the reckoning is demanded for her for fifty years' exercise of physical and me -for the use of prosperity, the influence the abundance of domestic blessings-the nothing found for God but a few pious s a few poetic feelings, a few convictions of just enough to prove she knew the worth that world whose service she preferred torest has been expended upon earth and self.

If I have not drawn the character of