his back seamed by the application of the whip. The human machines used by war and trade are the only ones, except the negro slave, who are now flogged. The soldier desires labor to be cheap, that recruits may readily be obtained. The great land-owner desires it may be cheap, that he may be enabled to appropriate to himself a large proportion of the proceeds of his land; and the trader desires. it to be cheap, that he may be enabled to dictate the terms upon which he will buy, as well as those upon which he will sell. The object of all being thus identical-that of obtaining power over their fellow-men-it is no matter of surprise that we find the trader and the soldier so uniformly helping, and being helped by, each other. The bankers of Rome were as ready to furnish material aid to Cæsar, Pompey, and Augustus, as are now those of London, Paris, Amsterdam, and Vienna, to grant it to the Emperors of France, Austria, and Russiaand as indifferent as they in relation to the end for whose attainment it was destined to be used. War and trade thus travel together, as is shown by the history of the world. The only difference between wars made for purposes of conquest, and those for the maintenance of monopolies of trade, being that the virulence of the latter is much greater than is that of the former. The conqueror, secking political power, is sometimes moved by a desire to improve the condition of his fellowmen; but the trader, in pursuit of power, is animated by no other idea than that of buying in the cheapest market, and selling in the dearest-cheapening merchandise in the one, even at the cost of starving the producers, and increasing his price in the other, even at the cost of starving the consumers. Both profit by whatever tends to diminution in the power of voluntary association, and consequent decline of commerce. The soldier forbids the holding of meetings among his subjects. The slave-owner interdicts his people from assembling together, except at such times and in such places as meet his approbation. The shipmaster rejoices when the men of England separate from each other, and transport themselves by hundreds of thousands to Canada and Australia, because it enhances freights; and the trader rejoices because the more widely men are scattered, the more they need the service of the middle-man, and the richer and more powerful does he become at their expense. SARAH JOSEPHA HALE. SARAH JOSEPHA BUELL was born in Newport, New Hampshire, in the year 1795, whither her parents had removed soon after the close of the Revolution, from Saybrook, Connecticut. Her mother was a woman of a highly cultivated mind, and attended carefully to the education of her children; and our authoress had also the advantage of the instruction of a brother who graduated at Dartmouth College, in 1809. In 1814, she was married to Mr. David Hale, a lawyer of distinguished abilities, and great excellence of character, but who died in 1822, leaving her with five children, the eldest but seven years old. To train, support, and educate these, she engaged in literature as a profession. Her first publication was "The Genius of Oblivion, and other Original Poems," printed at Concord, in 1823. Her next work was "Northwood, a Tale of New England," in two volumes, published in Boston, in 1827, in which is happily illustrated common life among the descendants of the Puritans. In 1828, she removed to Boston, and became the editor of "The Ladies' Magazine," the first periodical, exclusively devoted to her sex, which appeared in America. She continued to edit this until 1837, when it was united with "The Lady's Book," in Philadelphia, of the literary department of which she has ever since had charge. However, as her sons were in Harvard College, she continued to reside in Boston, till 1841, when she removed to Philadelphia, where she now resides. Mrs. Hale has been a most industrious, as well as instructive, writer. Her other publications are, “Sketches of American Character;" "Flora's Interpreter" (republished in London); "The Ladies' Wreath, a selection from the Female Poets of England and America;" "The Way to Live Well, and to be Well while we Live;""Grosvenor, a Tragedy;" "Alice Ray, a Romance in Rhyme;" "Harry Gray, the Widow's Son, a Story of the Sea;""Three Hours, or the Vigil of Love, and other Poems;" "A Complete Dictionary of Poetical Quotations, containing selections from the Writings of the Poets of England and We always regretted that Mrs. Hale did not at once resign the editorial charge of "The Lady's Book," when its proprietor removed, at the dictation of some southern subscribers, the name of Grace Greenwood from the cover of his magazine, because she was also a contributor to "The National Era." See his letter in the " Era," of Feb 12th, 1850, to the editors of the Colum bin (8) C.) “ Telegraph." For some comments upon this letter, of no very complimentary kind, see "The N. Y Independent of that time. America ;" and, lastly, "Woman's Record, or, Sketches of all Distinguished Women from 'the beginning' till A. D. 1850,” a large octavo, in double columns, of nine hundred pages. Such industry has seldom been surpassed. THE LIGHT OF HOME. My son, thou wilt dream the world is fair, And thou must go; but never, when there, Though pleasures may smile with a ray more bright, Like the meteor's flash, 'twill deepen the night When treading thy lonely way : But the hearth of home has a constant flame, 'Twill burn, 'twill burn for ever the same, The sea of ambition is tempest-tossed, And thy hopes may vanish like foam- And there, like a star through midnight cloud, For never, till shining on thy shroud, The sun of fame may gild the name, And fashion's smiles, that rich ones claim, How cold and dim those beams would be, WORSHIP IN THE FOREST. What numbers, when the Sabbath comes, 'I am happy here to acknowledge my indebtedness to this work for information respecting a few of the female authors in my book. The maiden, pure as prairie rose, That house of prayer-how mean beside Though fashioned by the settler's axe, No pomp it needs, no glory lacks ;- And pious feet its planks have trod'Tis consecrated to the Lord, The Temple of the living God! But when the Sabbath gatherings press, The sanctuary of the Lord! The Holy Spirit breathes around- Nor Temple built with hands could vie The trees like living columns rise, Whose tops sustain the bending skies; And o'er those earnest worshippers, Some heavenly promise seems to shed; When God and man were garden-friends; And though the organ's ocean swell That music's monarch power is there. The eye of faith may see them near, IT SNOWS. "It snows!" cries the School-boy-"hurrah!" and his shout Is ringing through parlor and hall, While swift, as the wing of a swallow, he's out, And his playmates have answered his call: It makes the heart leap but to witness their joy— Like the rapture that throbs in the pulse of the boy, Then lay not the trappings of gold on thine heirs, "It snows!" sighs the Imbecile-"Ah!" and his breath While from the pale aspect of Nature in death, And nearer, and nearer, his soft-cushioned chair Oh! small is the pleasure existence can give, When the fear we shall die only proves that we live! "It snows!" cries the Traveller-" Ho!" and the word The wind rushes by, but its howl is unheard- |