pining in many a solitary residence of want--ye gaudy flutterers, “with hard hearts under a soft raiment,” ⚫ how much more brilliant as well as beautiful would ye appear in the eyes of saints and angels, were you to employ your leisure hours thus devoted to the attaining a knowledge of that sacred scripture by which alone ye can expect to attain eternal life. I blush for many of my country women possessed of understanding, who have never yet learned its noblest and happiest use; in whose ears the circulated whisper of a well dressed crowd, admiring their appearance, is a more grateful sound than the praise of the ever living Jehovah! How much more praise worthy would it be, were it your object only to appear beautiful in the eye of God; to be beloved by the Monarch of the Universe! to be admitted, if I may use the phrase, as so many fair and shining pillars into her temple below: while he contemplates each with a pleasing aspect, and purposes to remove them in due time to his sanctuary on high, where they shall remain his everlasting delight, as well as the never ceasing admiration of surrounding cherubims. Great Creator! what can equal such exaltation and felicity! and can any of you, my fair readers, be so destitute of every nobler sentiment as not to aspire after privileges like these! Unmoved by such ideas, can you turn away with impatience, and run to scenes of dress and show with the same little inglorious passions as before; preferring to the approbation of the Eternal the slight