almightiness, was now by sin so miserable a coward that ever since he will run from a spider or a tiny wasp, and tremble at the musical notes of a mosquito buzzing around his couch at night. And yet we poor, unfortunate ladies, who so admire a man who fears nothing save God - we high-mettled ladies are still required to bow as inferiors to this fallen representative of the magnificent Adam. Oh! Eve! Eve! Eve! why did you so lawlessly experiment on the taste of that apple? Truly, idle curiosity is the weakness that made us from the very first betray our great inferiority to the male sex, who, however, with all their superior caution, will rush into any mischief, if we only march in the van of battle. There is no doubt that the higher-law party, whose leader was the devil (for this party always makes use of their smartest man as a mere cat's-paw), there is no doubt, we repeat, that Satan promised Eve that, if she disobeyed God, she would in the end become as wise and independent of Him as the abolitionists of Anno Domini 1860. This ambition that all should be free and equal, built up the superstructure called Hell. That was the fiery prison erected for the first archangel who proclaimed the higher-law doctrine of "equality" in heaven. And it can be proved that all those infidels who are wise above what is written in the Bible about slavery, marriage, governments, obedience to the magistrates of the civil law of the land, or any other institution of God's contrivance, will finally find themselves in that thronged place that burns with fire and brimstone; for, says St. John, "I testify unto every man that heareth the words of the prophecy of this book: if any man shall 46* 2 K

add unto these things, God shall add unto him the plagues that are written in this book. And if ary man shall take away from the words of the prop`ey of this book, God shall take away his part out of the book of life, and out of the holy city, and from the things that are written in this book." ... "Woe to the inhabiters of the earth, and the sea (and the United States,) for the devil is come down unto you in great wrath, because he knoweth that he hath but a short time." "'*

What, for God's sake, would become of the civilized world if all the ladies were to become converts to higher-lawism? These boys in men's clothes that have been palmed on us, with few exceptions, for husban is, ever since Adam lost his godlike, manly dignity, have

There is a flying rumor that the abolitionists, who are the Don Quixotes of the 19th century, are so enraged at the Japanese Embassadors, now on a visit of great national importance to the President of the United States, from the Emperor of Japan; it is rumored, we repeat, that the above higher-law, levelling party, are so enraged that the servants of these august Embas sadors kneel, in 1860, when they approach their superiors, that they have been skulking around Willard's Hotel (where the "Embassy" is now sojourning,) to persuade the said servants to assassinate their masters, and then take to their heels, ard run to Boston, where the nigger-worshippers will receive them with open arms, as their skins are yellow. It is devoutly to be hoped this rumor is true, for then we should be involved in a bloody war with the Emperor of Japan, which would be an outlet for all the sanguinary biliousness of our Northern NewLights, whom we would force into the front ranks of our attacking army, as they are so mercurial, and thus get the uneasy spirits killed off, who so trouble the United States with their pugnaciousness.

(though we feel ourselves superior to them in morals, and practical sense, and adhesive beautiful affections,) been treated with the most ghostly respect. Why? Because the Bible commands us to do so. God orders the wife to be obedient to her own husband, to honor and love him. But the moment we ladies get wiser than our Creator, that moment we will assert our independence; and instead of ruling the men with our dimples, and our curls, and our smiles, and our moral loveliness, and refined dependence on them to vote for us, and work for us, and fight for us, and let us stay at home to enjoy the magnificent privilege of teaching the young idea how to shoot; instead of this sublime. destiny for mothers and wives, we should have a race of coarse, ugly Amazons, scratching and biting all who oppose them of the masculine, or feminine, or neuter gender; instead of Venuses, and Hebes, and gentle, loving Marys, like her who was the humble mother of Jesus Christ, we should have anomalous creatures, fresh from the women's rights conventions, elbowing their way through mobs of greasy, half-nude Republicans, pistol in hand, to cast their vote to make some Jezebel President of the Dis-United States.

These higher-law furiosos would enter into the marriage relation, not reverentially as God's ordinance, but as a mercantile speculation, and as soon as the firm got tired of each other, from any cause, it would dissolve partnership, as dry-goods or wholesale shipping merchants do every day; and then what is to.be the destiny of the children of the establishment? Where is the domestic altar around which they are to

be reared for moral usefulness in this world and beatitude in the next?

St. Paul says, by the authority of inspiration, I suffer not a woman to (preach) teach, or to usurp authority over the man." Let us then, dear ladies, not aspire to be captains of steamboats, or boatswains on board a man-of-war. No! no! no! let us stay at home, love our husbands, love our children, govern our servants in righteousness, and bring up our sons and daughters with such reverence for the Bible and the civil law that God has ordained, that they will, in the course of time, have that appropriating faith in Christ that will restore to them his image.

Our masterly inactivity, dear ladies, hitherto, in the affairs of State, has surely procured for us all the power we crave, which is power over the human heart. The men venerate us for preparing their children for usefulness in their day and generation. The husbands of to-day, it is true, are not such respectable, august fellows as Adam was before he was thrust out of Paradise, but our beauty, and dependence on their superior strength, and our high moral fealty to them, are just as powerful to bring them chivalrously to our feet now as they were when the august monarch of the universe of God, even the man Adam, made in the image of his Creator, and endowed with more power and dominion than any human being has ever been honored with since-even he bowed chivalrously before the beauty and personal loveliness of Eve, though she had not yet tasted of the tree of knowledge, and, consequently, had not our privilege of a cultivated intellect, refreshing conversational powers, and sparkling,

innocent wit, to charm our husbands, even after the sere and yellow leaf of autumnal age renders our physical attractions passée. Remember, the Bible does not allow us to marry a man at all, except "for richer, for poorer, for better, for worse, until death us do part," and, therefore, it is not orthodox or refined to run off to Kansas for a divorce. The first year of our marriage is, of course, the most difficult, for it is the transition state between having a knight of chivalry swearing that he loves you-loves you to distraction-loves the very ground you walk upon; that he dreams of you all night, and sighs for you all day- and that, without your love, existence will be a burden, and the very sky darkness; that every flower of the earth will wither and lose its fragrance to him-and, indeed, that your eyes alone are the stars of the sky, your love the only solace of his life. We repeat that the transition state from listening to all that soft nonsense in a lover, and then as a husband, seeing his character, and temper, in dishabille, and hearing his savage complaints about the dinner if it is not exactly orthodox in time, quality, and preparation, is a trial to a highmettled wife. But the best catholicon for a husband's ill-humor is to kiss him lovingly when you find he is getting displeased or unreasonable, and humbly, and without martyrdom or affectation, say to him, with our original mother Eve,

"What thou bid'st

Unargued I obey; so God ordains;

God is thy law; thou mine: to know no more

Is Woman's happiest knowledge, and her praise."

MILTON.