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of polite observance; but we mean that general cheerfulness which, like sunshine, lights up whatever it touches; that attention to others which discovers what subject is most likely to interest them; and that information which, ready for use, is easily laid under contribution by the habit of turning all resources to immediate employ. In short, a really pleasant manner grows out of benevolence, which can be as much shown in a small courtesy as in a great service.
EXTRACTS FROM MISS LANDON'S POEMS. From "A History of the Lyre."
"I am a woman:-tell me not of fame!
The eagle's wing may sweep the stormy path,
Is not this woman's emblem? - she whose smile
I did not choose my gift: - too soon my heart,
Than time had reached; and as my years passed on,
THE POET'S POWER.
Oh, never had the poet's lute a hope,
An aim so glorious as it now may have,
To touch the selfish, and to shame the vain
Of inward and external loveliness,
Methinks we must have known some former state
I have sung passionate songs of beating hearts;
From "Poems," &c.
LINES OF LIFE.
Orphan in my first years, I early learnt To make my heart suffice itself, and seek Support and sympathy in its own depths.
Well, read my cheek, and watch my eye,-
Let no look be turned, no word be said,
I startled to hear even her sweet song;
But laid the white roses under my head.
Oh, sweet was the dream that came to me then!
I dreamt of a lonely and lovely glen,
To the north was a forest of darkling pine;
On the rocks were goats as white as snow,
The porch with the blossoms was covered o'er;
Is to tell the sweet dream, my own love, to you!
She prest her slight hand to her brow, or pain
Or bitter thoughts were passing there. The room
Then wherefore has the red-leaved flower forgotten Her cheek? The tears stood in her large dark eyesHer beautiful dark eyes-like hyacinth stars, When shines their shadowy glory through the dew That summer nights have wept :-she felt them not, Her heart was far away! Her fragile form, Like the young willow when for the first time The wind sweeps o'er it rudely, had not lost Its own peculiar grace; but it was bowed By sickness, or by worse than sickness-sorrow! And this is love! Oh! why should woman love: Wasting her dearest feelings, till health, hope, Happiness, are but things of which henceforth She'll only know the name? Her heart is seared: A sweet light has been thrown upon its life, To make its darkness the more terrible. And this is Love!
LAST VERSES OF L. E. L.
In allusion to the Pole Star, during her voyage to Africa.
A star has left the kindling sky-
I miss its bright familiar face, It was a friend to me; Associate with my native place, And those beyond the sea.
It rose upon our English sky,
And brought back many a loving eye,
It seemed to answer to my thought.
And with its welcome presence brought
The voyage it lights no longer, ends
How can I but recall the friends
Fresh from the pain it was to partHow could I bear the pain?
Yet strong the omen in my heart That says-We meet again.
Meet with a deeper, dearer love;
Thou lovely polar star, mine eyes Still turned the first on thee, Till I have felt a sad surprise, That none looked up with me.
But thou hast sunk upon the wave,
I seem to stand beside a grave,
Farewell! ah, would to me were given
Kind messages of love and hope
Thy shining orbit should have scope
Oh, fancy vain, as it is fond,
And little needed too;
My friends! I need not look beyond My heart to look for you.
LANNOY, THE COUNTESS OF, By birth, countess of Loos Coswaren. She was born at the castle of Gray, in Brabant, in 1767. In 1788 she espoused the count de Lannoy, and emigrated with him, when the Low Countries were overrun by the French armies of the republic. Having lost all their property by confiscation, like many other families of rank, they were reduced to the utmost need in a strange land. All their resources lay in the energy and ability of the countess. She had always devoted herself to music for the gratification of her taste, and had even attempted composition; she now made it a profession, and gave instructions with success in the city of Berlin. She published several trios for the piano, violin, and violoncello; several songs, with an accompaniment for the harp and the piano; with other pieces of music for those instruments. In 1801 she was permitted to return to Belgium with her family, but was obliged to go through with a tedious lawsuit, which involved all her fortune. After several anxious years, the suit was lost, and she was obliged to take refuge at Paris, with her daughters, where, by resuming her musical labours, she obtained a scanty living. She died in 1822.
A PRETTY Parisian singer, was a member of the conspiracy, which was formed in 1795, to overthrow the Directory, and replace the authority in the hands of the people. Sophie, and several other women, were taken prisoners with the conspirators, and she confronted her judges with the greatest composure, and even levity. As, however, she could only be accused of singing republican songs, she was acquitted.
DAUGHTER of Elizabeth Warne, by a former husband, was burned as a heretic by the Roman Catholics, during the reign of Mary of England, in the year 1556. A number of other women, about the same time, sealed their faith with their blood. Joan Lashford was about twenty years of age when she thus suffered and died a martyr.
LAVALETTE, EMILIE, COUNTESS DE, NIECE of the empress Josephine, married Marie Chamans Lavalette, aid-de-camp to Bonaparte. Her maiden name was Emilie Beauharnais. The manner in which the marriage was brought about is well described in the 66 Memoirs of Lavalette."
General Bonaparte, wishing to reward the bravery of his aid-de-camp, and being then restricted in his power, determined he should marry this niece of Madame Bonaparte. "I cannot make you a major," said Bonaparte, "I must therefore give you a wife. You shall marry Emilie Beauharnais. She is very handsome, and well educated."
Lavalette raised objections: he had no fortune, and was immediately to depart for Egypt with his chief; he urged that he might be killed there, or, which was perhaps his strongest objection, that the lady might not him. Bonaparte overruled all these objections, telling him that, if he, Lavalette, was killed, his widow would have a pension, and might marry again advantageously; and concluded by saying, "The wedding shall take place in eight days. I will
allow you a fortnight for the honeymoon. You must then come and join us at Toulon. Come, come, the thing is all settled. Tell the coachman to drive home."
Lavalette continues the story thus:
"In the evening I went to see Madame Bonaparte. She knew what was going forward, and was kind enough to show some satisfaction, and call me her nephew. "To-morrow," she said,
Iwe shall go to St. Germains-I will introduce you to my niece: you will be delighted with her -she is a charming girl." Accordingly, next day, the General, Madame Bonaparte, Eugene, and I, went in an open carriage to St. Germains, and stopped at Madame Campan's. The visit was a great event at the boarding-school; all the young girls were at the windows, in the parlours, or in the court-yard, for they had obtained a holiday. We soon entered the gardens. Among the forty young ladies I anxiously sought for her who was to be my wife. Her cousin, Hortense, led her to us, that she might salute the General and embrace her aunt. She was, in truth, the prettiest of them all. Her stature was tall, and most gracefully elegant, her features were charming, and the glow of her beautiful complexion was heightened by her confusion. Her bashfulness was so great, that the General could not help laughing at her, but he went no further. It was decided that we should breakfast in the garden. In the mean time I felt extremely uneasy. Would she like me? Would she obey without reluctance? This abrupt marriage, and this speedy departure grieved me. When we got up, and the circle was broken, I begged Eugene to conduct his cousin into a solitary walk. I joined them, and he left us; I then entered on the delicate subject. I made no secret of my birth, or of my want of fortune; and added
"I possess nothing in the world but my sword, and the good-will of the General-and I must leave you in a fortnight. Open your heart to me. I feel myself disposed to love you with all my soul -but that is not sufficient. If this marriage does not please you, repose a full confidence in me; it will not be difficult to find a pretext to break it off-I shall depart: you will not be tormented, for I will keep your secret." While I was speaking, she kept her eyes fixed on the ground; her only answer was a smile, and she gave me the nosegay she held in her hand; I embraced her. We returned slowly to the company, and eight days afterwards went to the municipality. The following day, a poor priest, who had not taken the oaths, married us in a small convent of the Conception, in the Rue St. Honore. This was in some manner forbidden, but Emilie set a great importance on that point; her piety was gentle and sincere."
In a fortnight after the marriage, Lavalette left his bride, and joined the expedition to Egypt. In eighteen months he returned, and was most affectionately welcomed by his wife, who presented to him their infant daughter; the happiness of the married pair was complete, and their affection for each other continued faithful and true during years of prosperity.
On the restoration of the Bourbons, the Count
Lavalette was imprisoned and condemned to death. | lowing year, she was enabled to open a school at
Was born in Northamptonshire, in 1712, her father having been many years gardener to a gentleman in that country. Her education was suitable to her humble rank, but her attainments far surpassed all expectation. Her modesty kept her merit concealed till it was too late for her to reap any temporal emoluments from her writings. She died in her twenty fourth year, and, when on her death-bed, gave her father a collection of papers, containing original poems, which were afterwards published. Some of these poems are very good. She also wrote a tragedy entitled "The Unhappy Father."
WAS born at Manchester, England, in 1736. She was the daughter of a blacksmith, and also at an early age she became the wife of a blacksmith. She is distinguished as the person who introduced Shakerism into this country; and she became the leader of the sect. Her first "testimony of salvation and eternal life," borne in 1770, was the injunction of celibacy as the perfection of human nature; and next, she claimed to be a divine person. From this time she was honoured with the title of "Mother Anne," while she styled herself "Anne the Word." Having been persecuted in England, she came out to America, in 1774, with several members of the society, and formed the first community of Shakers, at Watervliet, near Albany, where she died, in 1784.
THIS amiable and ingenious lady was born in the metropolis in the year 1750. Her father, originally bred to the law, was an actor of merit, whose conduct gained him admission into the best circles, and who gave his children an excellent education. At an early age, the subject of this article exercised her pen in composition, and in 1780 produced the diverting comedy entitled the "Chapter of Accidents," which met with considerable success. With the profits of this play, on the death of her father, which took place the fol
ELDEST daughter of Edward Legge, an ancestor of the Earl of Dartmouth, was born in 1580. She was particularly noted for her faculty of acquiring languages, having studied thoroughly the Latin, French, Spanish, and Irish tongues; besides cultivating her poetical genius. Unfortunately, these acquisitions soon proved nearly useless, as she lost her sight, indeed became totally blind, in consequence of severe study and midnight readings. She was never married, lived chiefly in Ireland, and died at the great age of 105.
LENNGREN, ANNA MARIA,
A SWEDISH poetess, was born, 1754, and died