The other keeps his dreadful day-book open And leaves a line of white across the page." Let us not, in our prayers for the heart-broken, the forsaken, the abandoned, forget those through whose instrumentality they have been brought so low. A fearful, an appalling account will be theirs in the hour of judgment; and let our prayers be, that repentance come not too late, but that in deep humiliation they may strive to repair some of the wretchedness they have caused. Parents, watch eagerly, anxiously, over your children, boys as well as girls; for the tempter lurks around, often where you least suspect. Seek to give them good principles; to avoid the society of those and alas! how many such in our midst — who sneer at religious forms and observances, and cast ridicule upon those who keep to the right rather than yield to fashion. Brothers, sisters, pray for one another. You cannot tell how much you need each other's prayers to strengthen you in your hours of temptation. Make Jesus your friend; and, if you love him, you will keep his commandments, and God will love you, and you will have that peace which the world can neither give nor take away. 7 PUBLICATIONS. Uncle Tom's Cabin; or, Life among the Lowly. By HARRIET BEECHER STOWE. Boston: John P. Jewett & Co. A book over which twenty thousand families are alternately crying and laughing, in spite of philosophy or dignity, within a month after its publication; and which as many thousands more are impatiently requiring three paper-mills and three power-presses, worked day and night, to supply; which all social circles talk about, and talk about only to praise; which phlegmatic fathers are persuaded to read aloud of an evening, and do read aloud till they find themselves taken with unaccountable fits of coughing, in the passage down the Mississippi, or obliged to steady their nerves under cover of poking the fire, while the eavesdropping domestics in the entry wonder he doesn't go on; which creates all sorts of eager compromises and magnanimous self-denials in households, - but is never out of somebody's hands, the busy brother getting up early to pore over it before breakfast, and the sister taking it to bed with her at night, and the children peeping into it by means of a greater despatch at the dinner-table, and the mother taking it in brief and sweet instalments, while she rocks the cradle with her foot, and sings an unconscious accompaniment to the psalmody in "Aunt Aloe's" parlor, the eldest daughter looking over her shoulder; which neighbors want to borrow "when it is done with," and then undergoes a series of clandestine sub-borrowings, connived at, not without anxiety, by the borrower-in-chief; which travellers stuff into carpet-bags, and suburban citizens take into the cars with their fingers between the leaves "where they left off," and school-girls endanger their eyesight by a joggled perusal of in omnibuses; which makes all readers voluntary slaves to the potent command of its enchantment, while it pictures the curse and crime of involuntary slavery between man and man; which fascinates alike by its natural portrayal of unnatural cruelties, and its ideal displays of human fidelity and love, is not a book to stand in need of the puffs of periodicals. The last copy we happened to see an hour ago was lying on a fishmonger's bench, among lobsters' claws, halibuts' fins, and oyster-shells, ready to be snatched up as soon as the customer had taken his change. And if the Secretary of State has not bent his great eyebrows over it, he will before he is President, and will admire it just as much as the oyster-man. - In fact, among all classes of people, "Uncle Tom's Cabin" is hovering, and is destined to have a success and a circulation almost unexampled in our literature. Probably it is freighted with more of substantive hope for the Negro race in this country, both enslaved and free, than all the organized efforts at emancipation for the last half-score of years. If the reader's sympathies go with the bondman, or even the fugitive, rather than with the master or pursuer, one cannot but see that it is the fault of the system, not of the writer. The arguments on both sides are carefully weighed. The spirit is admirably catholic. You are not annoyed by any preconceived theories, any obtrusive hobby, defended at every corner, by one-sided appeals or bad logic. You are simply planted directly down in the midst of slavery as it is, to hear both slaves and masters talk, and just as they do talk; to see both as they are, in all their varieties; to enter into their anxieties and sorrows, to appreciate their higher and lower impulses, and to be perplexed with their perplexities. There is no stupidity nor imbecility, no cant nor spite. All is animated, vivid, graphic, genial, human. The dramatic skill is equal to the inventive genius. There is the stamp of original power on every page. The tone is healthy, not morbid. Just as you are ready to cry over the pathos, you are obliged to laugh at the fun; and, in your warmest indignation at wrong, you are not suffered to grow intolerant towards the wrong-doer. More than once, it is true, the human heart in us is obliged to repress its indignation, by some such thoughts as the high and holy ones, so calmly and yet awfully prophetic, which the author introduces just where they are wanted: "Patience! patience! ye whose hearts swell, indignant at wrongs like these. Not one throb of anguish, not one tear of the oppressed, is forgotten by the Man of Sorrows, the Lord of Glory. In his patient, generous bosom, he bears the anguish of a world. Bear thou, like him, in patience, and labor in love; for, sure as he is God, 'the year of his redeemed shall come." 999 Although it appears to be incidental to the main design of the work, yet the religious effect of it alone is wonderfully deep, healthy, and right. If studied to that end, it might yield a wisdom touching the true nature of spiritual experience, the law of Christian life, the doctrine of the soul's relations to the Redeemer, and the workings of simple faith, that would prove a gracious. medicine to many of the theological disorders of the times. Here and there, too, is a beautiful passage of hope and promise. We have room for only one example: 66 If ever Africa shall show an elevated and cultivated race, - and come it must, some time, her turn to figure in the great drama of human improvement, life may be waked there with a gorgeousness and splendor of which our cold, western tribes have faintly conceived. In that far-off, mystic land of gold, and gems and spices, and waving palms, and wondrous flowers, and miraculous fertility, will awake new forms of art, new styles of splendor; and the Negro race, no longer despised and trodden down, will perhaps show forth some of the latest and most magnificent revelations of human life. Certainly they will, in their gentleness, their lowly docility of heart, their aptitude to repose on a superior mind and rest on a higher power, their child-like simplicity of affection, and facility of forgiveness. In all these they will exhibit the highest form of the peculiarly Christian life; and perhaps, as God chasteneth whom he loveth, he hath chosen poor Africa from the furnace of affliction, to make her the highest and noblest in that kingdom which He will set up, when every other kingdom has been tried, and failed; for the first shall be last, and the last first.'" Boston Railroad Jubilee; being a collection of all the doings, sights, and speeches of the jubilee-week in last September, preserved in a permanent and handsome form, for reference and for distribution. Press of Eastburn, city printer. JOSEPH, one of the sons of Jacob, was born in Haran about the year of the world 2140. Probably no portion of the Scriptures has been more read, or read with a livelier interest, than that which contains the record of his experience. And of all the historical persons of every age who illustrate the providence of God as the rewarder of righteousness, or who challenge admiration by their purity, honor, strength of virtuous principle, equal goodness in prosperity and adversity, as well as by extraordinary abilities and great achievements, he stands perhaps without a rival. Before proceeding with his story, however, which is indeed almost too familiar for comment, there are some things left in the life of his father, which, for the sake of preserving the historical continuity, require to be taken up in this place. In our last chapter we parted from him just after the memorable interview with his brother Esau, when, with so much ceremony, he introduced to him the different members of his family, and Joseph with the rest. The two brothers also parted then; Esau travelling southward to Seir, Jacob westward to Shechem. There he purchased a tract of land, set up his tents, and erected an altar which he called "Elelohe-Israel," — God, the God of Israel; for, extremely faulty as was his character, there was this good thing about him, that he always preserved in his heart a reverence for God, which he carefully fostered by the rites of worship. Time passes, and brings with it one of the severest domestic griefs in the person of his VOL. IX. 21 only daughter; and the circumstances connected with it compel him again to change his residence. Obedient to a divine direction, he removes to the spot where he had slept many, many years before; where, in night-visions, he saw that ladder reaching to the heavens, with angels ascending and descending upon it; and where, on awaking, he uttered those remarkable words, which have been used ever since to express the peculiar sacredness of places of worship, "How dreadful is this place! This is none other but the house of God, and this is the gate of heaven." Near by Bethel was Bethlehem; and there his beloved Rachel, when she had given birth to Benjamin, died; and there at her grave he erected a monumental pillar. Soon after this great affliction, which served to soften his nature, as affliction always does when it acts upon a heart inclined to religion, he was summoned to Hebron, his birthplace, to attend the funeral of his good old father, who died at the age of 180 years; on which occasion he again met his brother Esau. From this time the character of Jacob grows brighter. Religion takes a more practical turn with him, shines out upon him, and combines with his many trials to impart to his old age the grace and dignity which so well befit that period of life. And he will have need enough for all the support it can yield him. Stormy days are before him, — dark, dismal providences, that shall afflict his soul. The first page in the historical life of Joseph (loved by Israel more than all his children, because he was the son of his old age) is a page of inexpressible sorrow to the father. Undoubtedly the undue partiality of the parent was the foundation of this trouble. His other sons were of a temper to be easily inflamed with jealousy, malice, and hatred; and his doating favoritism was just the fuel to kindle it. A wiser man, though he had felt the same preference, would have carefully concealed it; instead of which, Jacob showed it openly, and increased it by indulgence. The first act in the series of his coming trials is thus related, "And Joseph brought unto his father their evil report." It seems that he was engaged with four of his half-brothers in tending the flocks, and that, as petted boys are apt to do, thinking to gain approbation thereby, he reported to his father, whether truly or falsely does not appear, something to their disadvantage; and that this conduct created a strong resentment, nay, a deep hatred, towards him in their bosoms. This was the beginning of Joseph's afflic |