their husbands sleep well at night,—they are never at ease except when the poor man is ailing, that they may have the pleasure of recovering him again. It gratifies both their medical vanity and their love of power, by making him more dependent upon them; and it likewise gratifies all the finer feelings of romance. What a treasure! What a subject I shall be about ten years hence, when shivering at every breeze, for the laboratory of such a wife, when my withered carcase will be made to undergo an endless succession of experiments, for the benefit of the medical world. I should be forced, in order to escape her prescriptions, to conceal my complaints when I was really sick, and to go out and take medicine by stealth, as a man goes to the club, when tired of the society of his wife. Were heaven for some wise purpose to deliver me into the hands of a nostrum-skilled wife, it would in an instant dissipate all my dreams of retiring to spend my latter days in indolence and quiet; I would see with grief that I was doomed to enter upon a more active career than that in which I had been so long engaged, for I would consider her and myself as two hostile powers commencing a war in which both would be continually exerting all the resources of their genius-she to circumvent me and throw me into the hospital, and I to escape captivity and elixirs. No modern war could be more inveterate, for it would terminate only with the death of one or other of the combatants. If notwithstanding the strength of my conjugal affection, the natural principle of self-preservation should be still stronger and make me lament to survive her, I imagine my eating heartily and sleep ing soundly would very soon bring about her dissolu tion." (To be continued.) HIGH HARROGATE. HIGH HARROGATE! High Harrogate ! I love thy common, green with grass, That, breathed by ladies, makes them fair; Which means, men no one ever knew Inflated by this wondrous gas Scarce deign to know you as they pass, And every look and every word Tells all the world they know a lord. Come then, ye tinkers, tailors, tanners, To give ye every winning grace. And when return'd to home, you'll prate A RECOLLECTION. "The early lost, the long deplored." I SAW thee in thy beauty's pride, Undimm'd by care, unchanged by painWert thou this instant by my side, I could not gaze again ; I could not bear to note the power I met thee last in festal hall, With rosy wreaths thy temples bound; How could I look and see that thou, Thou wert a dream of loveliness, And as a dream art pass'd and gone; But I ne'er mark'd thy charms grow less, Nor saw thy gladness flown: Bright now, as then, thy form to me! A rose that bloom'd its summer day, Pluck'd ere its leaves could fade or fall; A fragrant odour, borne away Ere custom bade it pall; A strain of song that floated past, A brief bright sunbeam from the sky, Then shut 'neath clouds again; Thou died 'st a flower for earth too bright, Or trace the blight of cold decay, I saw them not!-I gazed on thee, Shall live within my breast!- ? J. GORDON. 221 FRIENDLY SOCIETIES. THE following conversation took place in Mrs. Churchill's drawing-room, where her daughter, Emily Churchill, was at her embroidery-while her cousin, Mary Seaton, was reading aloud : "I hate Ladies' Magazines," said Emily Churchill to her cousin, Mary Seaton, when the other had finished reading aloud a paragraph in the morning paper, which announced that a new publication under that title was about to appear; "surely we need no addition to the catalogue of insipid effusions, with which scribbling women bore us incessantly." "You are not obliged to read these insipid effusions, my dear," returned Mary Seaton. "You are not singular in your opinion, though I differ from you entirely; not only do I find them amusing, but think they might be made a vehicle of usefulness." "Not while there is such a prejudice against meddling in what is considered the province of men only! Where will you find a woman who would dare to touch upon science, unless she had the talent of a Somerville, or a Marcet, or a Martineau? Still less would any venture upon politics, for fear of incurring the reproaches of all the male part of the community." 66 “And are there no topics of interest, nor field for usefulness, apart from the difficult paths of science, and out of the turmoil of politics?" enquired Mary. |