With careful footsteps, and with lowly eyes,
Bent on thine own original; nor mark
With taunt of bitter blame thy brother's fall.
In dust his frailties sleep. Awake them not,
Nor stir with prying hand the curtaining tomb,
But lead the memory of his virtues forth
Into the sun-light.
So shalt thou fulfill
The law of love.
Wednesday, March 3d, 1841
"They who serve,
Not of their lot ashamed."
It is impossible to be domesticated in an English family, without admiring the excellent attendance of the servants. Each one is at his post, in the neatest costume, ready to maintain the clock- work regularity of the establishment. The interests of those whom they serve are their own, in their sicknesses or sorrows they are afflicted, in their joys they rejoice, to their guests they show observance and honor. Thus identifying themselves with those whose comfort they promote, they are happy in their station, and in the respect which attends the faithful discharge of their duties. They consider servitude no mark of disgrace, and sometimes continue with their employers, ten, fifteen, or twenty years, or throughout their whole
