In the letter on Self-control, the author urges on her fair readers, the duty of a ready acquiescence in the dispensations of Providence, and a cheerful contentment throughout all the vicissitudes of life. She illustrates this duty by the example of a lady born and brought up in affluence, but finally compelled, by loss of fortune, to seek shelter in the wilds of the far West, where she long displayed, in an eminent degree, the triumphs of self-control.

Among the many females, who in this land have encountered the toils of emigration, and the hardships inseparable from the estab lishment of a new colony, was one, who half a century since, removed with her husband, and the young germs of their household, to the distant and unsettled western expanse. The fatigues and perils of their journey were unusual. Many miles at its close, were through a tangled forest, whose only path, was a rude trace, cut by the axe. A strong vehicle, drawn by oxen, conveyed their simple furniture and means of subsistence. The wife and mother cheerfully proceeded on foot. Her first-born, a boy of ten years old, was sickly, and seemed rather like a denizen of the grave, than a hardy pioneer of the unplanted world. She was strengthened to bear him the greater part of the way, in her arms, or clinging to her shoulders, and to comfort his sad heart with hymns when they halted to rest.

In the recesses of a dreary forest, they formed their habitation of rough logs, and covered it with hemlock bark. Its floor was of earth, and they had no windows of glass, through which to admit the cheering beam of heaven. The mistress of that poor dwelling, exerted herself by neatness, and order, and an unvarying cheerfulness of manner, to lead its inmates to forget their many privations. She did not sadly contrast it with the lighted halls, and carpets, and sofas, and vases of breathing flowers, among which she had spent her youth; nor with the circles of elegance and refinement, which she had loved, and where she had been beloved in return. She made herself happy among the hard duties which became the wife of a lowly emigrant. Reverses of fortune, had made this removal neces sary, and she determined not to repine.

Through the day she labored, and the carol of her frequent song rose up strangely sweet, from the bosom of that deep wilderness. At evening, she assembled her children, and instructed them. She could not bear that ignorance should be their portion, and diligently poured into their minds, the knowledge which she had treasured up in her own. They early learned to love the few books that she possessed, and to revere that piety, which was the source of their parent's happiness.

Years fled, and the features of the savage landscape, assumed the busy cast of a vigorous settlement. Her children, and her children's

children grew up, and planted themselves around her, like the stems of the banian. More than fourscore years passed over her, yet she remained firm, useful, contented, and wearing on her countenance the same smile which had lighted her through the world. Her descendants of the third generation, became equal in number to the years of her own life. She loved all; and every one heard from her lips, the teachings of wisdom, and the law of peace.

At length, Death came for her. As he slowly approached, Time drew a misty curtain over all surrounding things. The love of her first, far home, and the unfulfilled hope to visit it, had been the most deep-set earthly images in her soul. Even that pictured scenery faded away. The paternal mansion, with its sweet flower-garden, and music of falling waters - - the school-house, with its merry group

the white spire among the elms-images from childhood, so indelible, were no more remembered. Her children, gathering in tears around her bed, were also forgotten. Yet still they heard her softly murmuring from her dying pillow: "Our Father, who art in heaven." And even when death smote her, the favorite petition under all the sorrows of her pilgrimage, burst forth, in a clear deep intonation, "Thy will be done."

The author disposes of the long agitated question relative to the comparative intellectual powers of the two sexes, with judgment and tact.

There was in past times, much discussion respecting the comparative intellect of the sexes. It seems to have been useless. To strike the balance, is scarcely practicable, until both shall have been subjected to the same method of culture. Man might be initiated into the varieties and mysteries of needlework, taught to have patience with the feebleness and waywardness of infancy, or to steal with noiseless step, around the chamber of the sick; and woman might be instigated to contend for the palm of science, to pour forth eloquence in senates, or to "wade through fields of slaughter, to a throne." Yet revoltings of the soul would attend this violence to nature, this abuse of physical and intellectual energy, while the beauty of social order would be defaced, and the fountains of earth's felicity broken up. The sexes are manifestly intended for different spheres, and constructed in conformity to their respective destinations, by Him who bids the oak brave the fury of the tempest, and the Alpine flower lean its cheek on the bosom of eternal snows. But disparity need not imply inferiority; and she of the weak hand and the strong heart, is as deeply accountable, for what she has received, as clearly within the cognizance of the "Great Task-Master's eye," as though the high places of the earth, with all their pomp and glory, awaited her ambition, or strowed their trophies at her feet.

To persuade her fair readers to persevere in every good work,

the author invokes the sentiment of patriotism. She reminds them of what their country has done for them, and urges them, by their love of their native land, to qualify themselves to repay the debt of gratitude.

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The shelter and protection of a free government also demand awakened and grateful energies. Since its welfare is involved in the virtue and intelligence of its subjects, the character and habits of every member of its great family, are of importance. I imagine that I hear from the lips of some of the young and sprightly of my sex, the inquiry, "Why need we concern ourselves in the affairs of politicians? what share have we in the destinies of our country?" The same share that the rill has in the rivulet, and the rivulet in the Should every little shaded streamlet tarry at its fountain-head, where would be the river, that dispenses fertility-the ocean, bearing commerce and wealth upon its never-resting tide. Woman possesses an agency which the ancient republics never discovered. The young fountains of the mind are given in charge to her. She can tinge them with sweetness or bitterness, ere they have chosen the channels where to flow, or learned to murmur their story to the time-worn pebbles. Greece, that disciple and worshipper of wisdom, neglected to appreciate the value of the feebler sex, or to believe that they, who had the moulding of the whole mass of mind in its first formation, might help to infuse a principle of permanence into national existence. Rome, in her wolf-nursed greatness, in her "fierce democracy," in the corruption of her imperial purple, despised the moral strength that lay hidden under physical weakness. But our country has conceded every thing; the blessings of educa tion, the equality of companionship, the luxury of benevolence, the confidence of a culturer's office to those young buds of being, in whom is her wealth and her hope. What does she require of our sex, in return for these courtesies? Has she not a right to expect

that we give ouf hands to every cause of peace and truth that we nurse the plants of temperance and purity that we frown on every inroad of disorder and vice- that we labor in all places where our lot may be cast, as gentle teachers of wisdom and charity, and that we hold ourselves, in domestic privacy, the guardians of those principles which the sage defends in the halls of legislation, and the priest of Jehovah upon the walls of Zion?

As a final motive to perseverance in good works, the author reminds her fair readers of the peculiar obligations their sex owe to the gospel of the Son of God.

Gratitude for the religion of Jesus Christ should inspire an unwavering zeal. Besides the high hope of salvation, which we share in common with all who embrace the Gospel, our obligations to it, as

a sex, are peculiar and deep. It has broken down the vassalage which was enforced even in the most polished heathen climes. Its humility hath persuaded men to give honor to "the weaker vessel." The depressed condition of our sex in classic Greece, is familiar to all who read the pages of history. Though her epic poet portrayed, in radiant colors, an Andromache and a Penelope, yet they were but the imagery of fiction, and the situation of woman in real life was scarcely a grade above that of a slave. Even in Athens, the "eye of Greece," Thucydides, her most profound and faithful historian, asserts, that "the best woman is she of whom the least can be said, either in the way of good or harm." Her degradation into a cipher accords with their estimation of her powers, and the place they intended her to fill in creation. The brutality with which she is still treated in pagan lands, and the miseries which make her life a burden, cause her to deplore the birth of a female infant, with the same unnatural grief that the ancient Transi cherished, who, according to Herodotus," assembled to weep when a child entered the world, on account of the evils of that existence into which he was ushered; while they celebrated funerals with joy, because the deceased was released from all human calamities." That policy, which, for ages, regard. ed women as toys of fancy for a moment, and then slaves forever, so vile as to be shut from the consecrated temple on earth, and so devoid of soul as to be incapable of an entrance into heaven, is "abolished by Him, who hath made both one, and broken down the middle wall of partition between us." Double cause, then, hath woman to be faithful to her Master; to be always longest at his cross and earliest at his sepulchre. Let us earnestly strive not to live altogether "to ourselves, but unto Him who hath called us to glory and virtue."

Time compels us here to close our extracts. Those given, may serve as samples; and will, we trust, fully evince the extraordinary merit of the volume before us. The present edition contains so much new matter, that it may be regarded as a new work. Indeed we believe that most of the extracts here given, are not to be found in either of the previous editions. In its present enlarged and matured form, the work reflects great credit on the literary character of our country. It forms a gem in her cabinet of letters. We wish to see its circulation co-extensive with our vast empire. Every daughter of our land should read and study it.

The mechanical execution of the work is in good taste, and very creditable to the publishers, who are justly distinguished for their enterprise and judgment.

ARTICLE IV.

Review of the Edinburgh BIBLICAL CABINet.

THE publication of the Biblical Cabinet was commenced in 1832, at Edinburgh, by Mr. Thomas Clark, bookseller. The object as stated in the Prospectus was to publish successively translations of the most useful foreign works on hermeneutics, criticism, and exegesis, with such additions and illustrations by the translators, as might render them more suitable to the state of theological learning in Britain; and with such notes, as might counteract any thing of a neological, or infidel, tendency. At the same time, the work was not to be so strictly limited to the German school of theology, as to preclude the insertion of any valuable tracts which may exist, or be produced elsewhere. Prof. Tholuck thus describes the general design of the Cabinet: "The attempt to transplant a portion of the theological literature of Germany into the soil of England, is doubtless cheering, provided that such works shall be selected for translation as are really calculated to promote, in the lands where the language of that country is spoken, the growth of pure, evangelical theology. How glorious it would be, if the Protestant churches, of all nations, were thus, like sisters, to join hand in hand, in order, with one accord, to advance the great work of building up the kingdom of God! To Great Britain, in these modern days, we Germans are already under no small obligations. The serious practical Christianity of that island, which has manifested itself since the beginning of the present century, in its numerous philanthropic and religious undertakings, has afforded us a model for similar institutions, and in our country also Bible, Missionary and Tract societies have sprung up. In like manner the practical theology of England, more especially in the branch of biographical literature, has yielded fruits which have had a blessed influence among the people of Germany.

"It hence could not be otherwise than pleasing to us, if Britain, on her side, were not to despise what we have it in our power to offer her in return. And, indeed, it cannot be denied, that while the revival of the true faith among us, has, as yet, in the domain of practical life, operated incomparably less beneficially than in England and Scotland, the fruits which it has pro