Although Ethelind needed it not, it was a lesson to her to be, if
possible, more careful and anxious in the formation of her daughters'
principles as they grew up, and more prayerful that her efforts to
direct their steps aright, might be crowned with success. Her prayers
were heard, and the family proved worthy the care of their excellent
mother.




LINES, ON SEEING IN A LIST OF NEW MUSIC, "THE WATERLOO WALTZ."

BY A LADY.


A moment pause, ye British fair
While pleasure's phantom ye pursue,
And say, if sprightly dance or air,
Suit with the name of Waterloo?
Awful was the victory,
Chastened should the triumph be;
Midst the laurels she has won,
Britain mourns for many a son.

Veiled in clouds the morning rose,
Nature seemed to mourn the day,
Which consigned before its close
Thousands to their kindred clay;
How unfit for courtly ball,
Or the giddy festival,