THE SNOW STORM. [This poem is founded upon the following touching incident: In the month of December, 1821, a Mr. Blake and his wife, and an infant, were passing over the Green Mountains, near the town of Arlington, Vt, in a sleigh with one horse. The drifting snow rendered it impossible for the horse to proceed. Mr. Blake set off on foot in search of assist ince, and perished in the storm before he could reach a human dwelling. The mother, alarmed, as is supposed, went in search of him with the infant in her arms. She was found in the morning dead, a short distance from the sleigh. The child was wrapped in her cloak which had been removed and survived the perils of the cold and the storm. A mother's love led Mrs. Blake to suffer the agonies of freezing to death, that her darling "little one" might continue to breathe the air of heaven.] The cold winds swept the mountain's height, And pathless was the dreary wild, A mother wandered with her child- And colder still the winds did blow, And darker hours of night came on, And deeper grew the drifts of snow Her limbs were chilled, her strength was gone, "O God!" she cried in accents wild, "If I must perish, save my child!" She stripped her mantle from her breast, With one cold kiss, one tear she shed, At dawn a traveler passed by, She lay beneath a snowy veil; The frost of death was in her eye; Her cheek was cold, and hard, and pale; He moved the robe from off the child; The babe looked up, ar 1 sweetly smiled. PORTLAND (ME.) ARGUS. THE BELLS. Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells What a world of merriment their melody foretells! In the icy air of night! In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically swells From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells. Golden bells! What a world of happiness their harmony foretells How they ring out their delight, And all in tune, What a liquid ditty floats To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats On the moon! O, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells! How it dwells On the Future! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Bells, bells, bells To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells! Hear the loud alarum bells Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire, And a resolute endeavor, What a tale their terror tells Of despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear, it fully knows, By the twanging And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells, Of the bells Bells, bells, bells In the clamor and the clangor of the bells! Hear the tolling of the bells— What a world of solemn thought their monody compels How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! From every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people--ah, the people — And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In t sat muffled monotone, On the human heart a stone-→ And their king it is who tolls; With the pean of the bells! Bells, bell, bells, To the moaning and the groaning of the bells. EDGAR A. POE. THE INFLUENCE OF WOMAN. [This admirable speech was made to several thousand ladies at Richmond, Va., in the fall of 1840. Though nearly half a century has passed since its delivery, i contains sentiments of as immediate interest to Ladies and worthy the adoption of every patriot now as then. It is stated that when the speaker resumed his seat, James Barbour, the Governor of Virginia, arose and said: "I entirely accord with the views which have been so eloquently expressed by the highly distinguished gentleman who has addressed you. Albeit unused to the melting mood' I found, While he was expressing them, the tears involuntarily stealing down my cheeks; and I am persuaded that the heart of every lady here present more than responds to my own.]" It is by the promulgation of sound morals in the community, and, more especially, by the training and instruction of the young, that woman performs her part toward the preservation of a free gov. ernment. It is now generally admitted that public liberty, the perpetuity of a free constitution, rests on the virtue aad intelligence of the community which enjoys it. How is that virtue to be inspired? and how is that intelligence to be communicated? Bonaparte once asked |