Whisper to a Wife.

In the matrimonial character, gentle lady, no longer let your fancy wander to scenes of pleasure and dissipation.-Let home be now the sole scene of your wishes, your thoughts, your plans, your exertions. Let home be now the stage on which, in the varied character of wife, mother and mistress, you strive to set and shine with splendor. In its sober, quiet scenes, let your heart cast its anchor, let your feelings and pursuits all be centred. And beyond the spreading trees that shadow and shelter your mansion, gentle lady, let not your fancy wander. Leave to your husband to distinguish himself by his valor or his talents. Do you seek for fame at home-and let the applause of your God, your children, and your servants, weave for your brow a never fading chaplet

An ingenions writer says-" If a painter wished to draw the finest object in the world, it would be the picture of a wife, with eyes expressing the serenity of her mind, and a countenance beaming with benevolence; one lulling to rest on her arm a lovely infant, the other cmployed in presenting a moral page to another sweet baby, who is listening to the words of truth and wisdom from its incomparable mother."

I think there is something very lovely in seeing a woman overcome those little domestic disquiets which every mistress of a family has to contend with, sitting down to her breakfast table in the morning with a cheerful countenance, and promoting innocent and pleasant conversation, among her little circle. But vain will be her amiable efforts at pleasure unless she is assisted by her husband and other members around; and truly it is an unpleasant sight to see a family, instead of enlivening the quiet scene with a little good humored chat, sitting like statutes, as if each is unworthy the attention of the other. And then, when a stranger comes in, O dear, such smiles, animation and loquacity. "Let my lot be to please at home," says the poet; and truly I cannot help feeling a contemptible opinion of those persons, young or old, male or female, who lavish their good humor or pleasantry in company, and hoard up sul lenness and silence for the sincere, loving group which compose their fireside.

PLEASURES OF READING Of all the amusements that can possibly be imag

ined for a hard-working man after his daily toil, or in its intervals, there is nothing like reading an interesting paper or book. It calls for no bodily exertion, of which he has already had enough, or perhaps too much. It relieves his home of its dullness and sameness. It transports him into a livelier and gayer and more diversified and interesting scene; and while he enjoys himself there, he may forget the evils of the present moment fully as much as if he were ever so drunk, with the great advantage of finding himself the next day with the money in his pocket, or at least laid out in real necessaries and comforts for himself and family and without a headache. Nay, it accompanies him to his next day's work; and if what he has been reading be any thing above the idlest and lightest, gives him something to think of, besides the mere mechanical drudgery of his everyday occupation-something he can enjoy while absent and look forward to with pleasure. If I were to pray for a taste which should stand me in stead under every variety of circumstances, and be a source of happiness and cheerfulness to me through life, and a shield against its ills, however things might go amiss, and the world frown upon me, it would be a taste for reading.-Sir J. Herschell.

THE HUGUENOT CHURCH IN NEW YORK. --The French Protestant church is one of the oldest in the city of New York. Makemie preached in it 1707, after his acquittal, when persecuted by that profigate high-churchman Lord Cornbury. A controversy arose at one time in the congregation with respect to the minister, Mr. Rou, and the royal Governor Burnet decided in his favour, and this caused the Delanceys and others to join the Episcopal denomination. When the congrega tion ceased to be supplied by a French Presbyterian minister, we do not know; but it seems that at an early period the French church at New Rochelle petitioned the English Society for Propagating the Gospel to send them a minister. For a number of years, the French church in New York has been in possession of the Episcopalians-the old lot has been sold, and an elegant and costly building erected. The French language is used altogether in the public services.

Blackberries are always red when green.

My Bible.

My parents were professors of religion of the old puritan stamp; they read the Bible, they taught me to read it. Before I was twelve years of age I had read the Bible more than once through; it was my one book, chiefly because I had few others besides my spelling book and New England Primer. I loved reading, and the Bible served as a historical as well as a religious book. While now writing I distinctly remember some impressions. and thoughts made on my mind while reading the Bible at that age. From 16 to 24 it was much neglected; at 26 I experienced religion; it became a new and interesting book to me; I read it with wonder and astonishment, in tears, in sorrow, and in joy, in hope, and sometimes almost in despair; it was my companion by night and by day. Under my pillow I often placed it, as the last thing I did before I laid me down, save commending myself into the hands of Him who never sleeps. I read it through again and again, especially from Psalms to Revelation; it revealed the secrets of my heart.

It was a discerner of the thoughts and intents of it," it divided soul and spirit, joints and marrow, it laid my whole heart naked and open before me, it was my chart, my compass, my pilot, guide and bosom companion, in sickness, poverty, inward and outward distresses. For many a year I read it regularly as before stated, the New Testament especially, besides all my family and public reading. I read it on my knees before and after prayer. I thought on it sleeping and waking. It was my meat, drink and medicine; those were days which 'tried men's souls; fighting without and fears within,' Christ and my Bible were my all.

Before I was 29 I occasionally attempted to preach; at 31, regular travelling, I travelled many a long year through the wilderness and the village, I lodged in the cabin, farm, and mansion house, I preached in the log hut, the open wood, and the high steeple house. My congregation was from four to five thousand. The success that I met with will be known in a coming day. I have risen and fallen and risen again; I have waded through the deep waters of affliction. All its billows have gone over me, deep calleth unto deep, lover and friends are put

far from me, mine acquaintance in the dust, my kinfolks have failed. I am almost alone, my head is blossoming for the grave, I have no certain dwelling place, neither storehouse nor barn, a stranger and a pilgrim on earth, I am on the road that leads to Canaan. I am far advanced on my journey; my heart, my treasure, my friends and my home are in yonder world beyond the swelling floods of Jordan's stormy banks; 'tis there I hope to rest my weary soul.

I still love my Bible; it looks more and more precious; I cannot do without it. My old pocket Bible, this is most precious to me. I have had it upwards of twenty years, carried it with me constantly; it is like myself, weatherbeaten and worn still I love it; there is none like it. It is yet legible; hundreds of passages in it are 'pencil marked;' on these I have tried to preach, on them I have written, meditated and prayed, over them I have wept, over them I have sorrowed, bordering on despair, over them I have rejoiced with joy unspeakable and full of glory, over them I have shouted till I have made the wilderness and solitary place ring with loud acclamations of praise to God and the Lamb.

I sit down all alone in my little study, "'tis all I have ;" I take up my good old Bible, (praised be the Lord for eyesight) and begin to read it. It is as new as ever; it is a library itself to me, it speaks volumes; the opening of it brings to my recollection scenes of years gone by. I have read commentaries from Coke to Clarke, from Scott to the Comprehensive Commentary. I have gone over Wesley, Fletcher, and a host of other books on divinity, memoirs, and all other religious. books within my reach, and after all, if I wish to know any thing with certainty about God, Christ or Christianity, I have to go to my good old Bible. I read; if I do not understand, I pray; if all is not clear, I pray again; a light shines upon the sacred page, my under-tanding is opened, my memory strengthened and quickened, thoughts rush in upon me, they stretch onward and upward, deeper and broader, backward and forward; they rise higher and higher, till I am lost in wonder, love and praise; the fire kindles up in my soul, the north and south wind blow upon it, it burns deep and large; unbelief, sin, Satan, self and the world have all disappeared, my Saviour

stands by my side, angels hover over the place, God is all around me, 'tis heaven's gate, 'tis God's own hour, I feast on angels' food, the bread of heaven, 1 forget who I am, what I am, and where I am, in the body or out, in the world or out of it, all my cares, toils, troubles and sorrows. Here I enjoy God, I see him, I talk with him face to face, I see Jesus, he is mine and I am his, 'tis a heaven below, 'tis eternal life begun. I am unspeakably happy and unutterably full of glory and of joy. I gradually wake from my reverie, I come to myself, I calmly look around and find myself in my room, in my writing chair with my Bible in my hand, my face bathed in tears, my soul full of joy; I exclaim aloud, blessed forever blessed be the Lord for the Bible.-Zion's Herald.

London Breweries.

I have been to see a brewery; it is in size the fourth in London, and only about half as large as two others, which I shall perhaps see by and by. It belongs to Whitebread & Co., and is the same where George III. dined and reckoned how far the barrels would reach if placed end to end. It belonged once to the Thrales; and Dr. Sam Johnson, playing the auctioneer, with pen and inkhorn by his side, spoke of its coppers and vats as the potentiality of amassing wealth beyond the dreams of avarice," all of which, is not recorded in the chronicles of Boswell! The father of the present Mr. Whitebread was a great man in Parliament, but slew himself miserably on the occasion of some family troubles. And I think all the brewers should do as much, if they could see and bear all the family trouble produced by their vile liquids. But to the brewery: It is a city in itself; a congregation of dingy masses, confined architecture.

There are steam engines (one, a curious old machine set up by Watt himself,) mills for grinding malt, mash tubs-little utensils holding only a few hundred barrels, in which they stir up the broth of stupidity-coppers to brew in, large enough to cook an elephant soup, in which might swim a dozen elephants whole, once heated by fires underneath, but now by high steam, generated in a series of seven boilers, all of which are kept far more than boiling hot by the trifle of 4000 tons of coal per annum. Here

are fermenting vats and bins, and tubs. We were shown into one of the fermenting rooms, which was arranged to resemble a church. It would hold 2000 full grown Christian people, and I believe held ten times that number of evil spirits. The lofty galleries were filled with vats, in which the liquid was reeking and foaming with its filthy yeast, the first stage of its fermentation. The body of the house was full of tubs as big as a couple of hogsheads, each arranged along aisles, up half way to catch the spume. So all this mighty congregation of hogsheads, with a broad lip stuck out from the top of each, were spewing over into these aisles. When this process arrives at a certain stage, the liquid is drawn off into a room below, and bunged up for use.

In another room we were shown much larger vats, in which the process was commencing. They held from 500 to 1000 barrels. Our party of some twenty souls, men, women and children, stood on the upper head of one of them, and looked down through a glass skylight into the tormented liquid below. We passed into the cooperage where the barrels and butts are made of solid oak staves nearly two inches thick. We saw the storehouses of malt and hops. They consume here from 4 to 500.000 bushels of malt in a year, and how many tons of hops I have forgotten. But of the latter on account of constant variations of price, they keep an immense supply on hand. The vast store house was crowded with ranges of hop bales, fifteen or twenty feet high. The greatest wonder, however, was the building in which they store away their beer. To say nothing of its subterranean regions, in which there were long ranges of butts, and barrels, and kegs, ready to be carted off, to supply customers, and where there was an invisible cistern sunk in the ground, said to contain 4000 barrels; above ground, there were in one room eight iron-hooped, top and bottom, puncheons or tubs, standing on end, into each of which you might have let down a Boston four story house, and headed it in, chimneys standing! The capacity of each was 2000 barrels, more or less, and the whole would hold 16,000 barrels all under one roof, enough to sell for $130 000. We also saw the stables of the mighty and monstrous horses that pull the enormous loads of beer through the streets. They are fat, and

yet do not drink beer. Each has his name printed on Japan, like a lawyer's shingle, over his manger. And the names of all the horses that are bought in the same year, begin with the same letter of the alphabet.-Boston Chronicle.

DISCOVERY OF AN ANTIQUE GEM -The Mayor of Bath has been lately put in possession of a very splendid gem found in the earth at Crossbands, once a Roman station. It is an agate of the color of light-grey brown, lineated, highly polished, and in perfect preservation. It is nearly an inch and a half in length, above an inch in diameter, and perhaps the fifth of an inch in thickness; presenting on its face a bust profile in relief of Pallas, or, as termed by the Latins, Minerva, and having over the helmet of the goddess an inscription in Greek capitals; both the head and the letters being exquisitely well engraved. The inscription would seem to imply that the jewel in question was the gift of a friend, wishing prosperity to the family and fortunes of the proprietor. This beautiful vestige of antiquity had, probably, been, as the phrase is, set open, and worn as a brooch. From its fine state of preservation, some have conceived it to be the production of a modern hand; but this is unlikely, because the design and carving are most masterly, and the artist of our day must have copied from some unknown original worthy of the purest age of Grecian taste.-English paper.

A WHITE BEAR KILLED.-A few months ago, the crews of some fishing vessels from York, Me., were on the coast of Labrador, where they killed an immense white bear, of the following dimensions: length from between the ears to the beginning of the tail, nine feet nine inches; girth around body, eight feet four inches; girth around ancle, one foot six inches; middle nail on one of the fore paws, seven inches.

It took eleven men to roll him off from the bank into the sea. Two flour barrels were filled with fat taken from between the hide and flesh. He was fired at fifteen times on a Saturday, but on Sunday he could not be found. On Monday he was seen on the shore, still alive, when he was attacked and killed by means of dogs and axes. There were eight ballholes in him; one under his fore shoul

der, from which, when he raised his paw to strike at the dogs, the blood would spirt out, although the wound was given on the Saturday before. His skin was preserved, but was so much injured in taking it off that nothing could be done with it.-Advertiser.

BRIEF HISTORY OF THE JESUITS —The Society of Jesuits was established by a special bull of the Pope, Paul III. in 1540. They spread themselves as rapidly in Europe as they are now extending their power in the United States. They spread themselves also in Asia and Africa.-Africa first resisted their efforts, and the Copts and Abysinnians drove them out of the country as early as 1511.

They were banished from France in 1591, and again in 1846.

The Iroquois Indians drove them out of their country by force in 1682

They were expelled from Russia once in 1719, and again in 1817.

They were driven out of Portugal in 1759, and from Spain in 1820.

In 1820 they were a third time expelled from Russia.-SEL.

HEALTH.-When any one is taken ill, his relatives or friends become extremely anxious to have his room properly ventilated; his clothes are frequently changed and carefully aired; his food properly regulated in quantity and quali ty; his skin cleaned and refreshed, his mind amused and tranquilized; his sleep sound and undisturbed; and his body duly exercised; and they state as the reason of all this care, and most justly, that pure air, cleanliness, attention to diet, cheerfulness, regular exercise, and sound sleep, are all highly conducive to health. And yet, such is the inconsistency attendant on ignorance, that the patient is no sooner restored, than both he and his guardians are found to become as careless and indifferent in regard to all the laws of health, as if these were entirely without influence, and their future breach or observance could in no way affect him! Just as if it were not better by a rational exercise of judgment to preserve health when we have it, than first to lose it, and then pay the penalty in suffering and danger, as an indispensable preliminary to its subsequent restoration!-SEL.

A man's character may often be known by the hue of his nose.

AGRICULTURAL.

Interesting Facts in the History of Fruits. At a meeting of the American Institute, some weeks since, Mr. D. J. Brown, author of the 'Trees of America,' submitted a very interesting paper, on the origin of various fruits

The origin of most of our common edible fruits, as well as that of our garden and field vegetables, is involved in great obscurity. The varieties, or races, have been greatly multiplied, either from a proneness to change from their original types, without any apparent cause, or from the influence of soil, climate, hybridization and culture, which, in some instances, are more or less accidental or temporary.

All the varieties of the Orange are believed to be derived from the same stock, although some are more acid, and others more bitter in their flavour. It is sup posed to have been originally a native of the warmest parts of Asia, and has long since been acclimated to the more tem perate and tropical countries throughout the globe. At present, it grows wild in Florida, Cuba, and other parts of America, where it has been produced from stocks originally introduced by the Spaniards from Europe. This wild fruit, in most cases, is small and of a bitter sour, though in some instances it is large and sweet. According to Galesio, who described forty principal kinds of orange, as cultivated in Italy, the Arabs, when they penetrated India, discovered it there, and brought it to Europe by two distinct routes,--the sweet ones through Persia to Syria, and thence to the shores of Italy and the south of France, and the bitter ones by Arabia, Egypt, and the North of Africa, to Portugal and Spain.

The Wine Grape of Europe is generally considered to have originated in Persia, whence it was introduced to Egypt, Greece, Sicily, and afterwards to France, Spain, and parts of Europe. Its cultivation was probably among the earliest efforts of human industry; for we read that one of the first acts of Noah, after being saved from the deluge, was to plant a vineyard. This species, however, has existed for ages, in a wild state, in the woods and hedges of Provence, Languedoc, and Guienne, in France, where it differs from the cultivated vine in having smaller and more cottony leaves, and

very small fruit, rather austere than sweet. These wild vines which, were called by the ancients labrusca,' are still known in the south of France by the names of lambrusca and lambrusquiero ;' but whether these vines are indigenous or have degenerated into their present wildness from those originally brought from the East, we have no means of knowing.

The vines originally brought to France from other countries, it is said, were not superior in quality to many of our native grapes, but have since been improved by cultivation from which it may be inferred that, when a portion of the industry will have been bestowed upon our Catawba and Isabella,' that has for so many ages and by so many natives, been devoted to the melioration of the European grape, we shall no longer be indebted to the Old World. Hence we learn the importance of producing new varieties of our native grapes from seeds, by grafting or innoculation, and if possible by hybri dization, and doubtless many valuable varieties would be the result.

The Almond was formerly classed in the same genus with the peach, of which it is regarded, by many, the parent, as trees have been found with almonds in a state of transition to peaches. Du Hamel states that the fruits of the peachlike-leaved almond (Amandier-pecher) vary upon the same branch, from ovate to obtuse in their shape, with the husk rather fleshy, to ovate, compressed, accuminate, and the husk dry. And Mr. Knight, late President of the London Horticultural Society, considered the fruit called Tuberus,' by Pliny, as swollen almonds, having raised a similar one himself, by dusting the stigma of the almond flower with the pollen of the peach, which produced a tolerably good fruit.

The almond is indigenous to Syria and Northern Africa, and has been naturalized in most of the temperate regions of the globe. In a wild state, its fruit is sometimes found with bitter kernels, and at other times sweet.

Although the Nectarine is considered by some botanists as a distinct species, there can be but little doubt of their being derived from the same type, as the fruits of the peach, and that of the nectarine have both been found growing on the same branch; and even one instance is recorded, where the fruit had the smooth