self-same path which was laid out for her at the beginning of the world, and deviates not a particle from it, although she has been maliciously termed the sti umpet of the planets. Look at the resplendent sun. See how it has maintained its unsullied brightness through the rust-gathering ages of time. Not a single thread has been lost from its golden fringe, and not even a fly-speck has marred its splendor but is to-day the same beautiful, lovely object that it was when it first ourst upon Paradise, and rolled back the darkness of chaos into the unknown regions of nowhere. There is beauty at sun-set. Who can look at all the glories of an autumnal twilight and not have the furze upon his hands rise up in rapture! O, it is, by all odds, the grandest and sublimest picture in the great academy of Nature! At the festooned gates of the West, angels of peace and loveliness have furled their purple wings and are sweetly sleeping with their heads upon pillows of amber, overcanopied with curtains of damask and crimson, tempting poor mortals like us to climb up the ladder of imagination and steal kisses by the bushel! When the morning, too, as my friend Hudibras observes, like a boiled lobster begins to turn from brown to red, there is beauty of the tallest order. Yes, when Aurora hangs out her red under-garment from her chamber window, prepares her perfumed toilet, and sweeps out the last speck of darkness from the oriental parlor, there is such blushing beauty resting upon the eastern hill-tops as cannot fail to be appreciated by any one whose heart-strings are not composed of catgut and horse hair.

My friends-I speak of these beauties of Nature because they are unadorned, and consequently are the most beautiful. You might hang a necklace of diamonds around the sun, and extra-jewel the stars but would they appear more lovely? Not a bit of it. You Gothamites by dwelling upon these may receive good, and have your ferocious tempers completely subdued; but I don't want to have anything to do with your down-east Yankees. I have understood that their hearts are so inclined to wooden nutmegs and singing psalms, that they have no idea at all of the sublime, and beautiful. They won't believe what I tell them, because of their stiff-neckedness. I do think that if an angel were to come down from heaven and swear upon a wagon-load of comic almanacs that what I preach is true, they wouldn't believe it any the sooner Let them go

Now, my friends, I am about to speak of beauty where it exervises almost unlimited control over the hearts of men. It is when t is concentrated in lovely woman-when it flashes from her dark eye-when it lurks in her raven ringlets-when it mingles with the rose of her cheek and the lily of her brow. By it kings have Deen brought upon their marrow bones at the foot of their thrones -warriors have been spurred on to battle, and kept from it by having their hearts wrapt in fetters of a golden tresse-young biped tigers have been transmografied into peaceable lambs, and their blood-thirsty appetites for ever allayed. But, my young friends, you must also beware of a beautiful woman. She is a snake that has the power to charm such fledglings as you; and when you are once captivated, you are a gone case. The delicious poison which you drink from her eye acts as a stupifying opiate to your reason and lets the pleasure rush recklessly into the wilds of unrestraint I admire a pretty female face and figure as much as any one; but unless they are unadorned by the flummery of fashion and fancy shops-unless the heart is a casket for the gems of purity and truth-they never can catch this old bird. O, my friends! the real queen of beauty is Miss Morality. Court her as much as you like, but don't set up after midnight to do it-walk in her garden, and cull the flowers of peace and contentment-tread upon her trail even to the dividing line between time and eternity, and you will pay the debt of nature respectably, and in the full hopes of a glo rious reward. So mote it be !

ON MODERN GENTLEMEN.

TEXT.-Whom do we dub as gentleman ?
The knave, the fool, the brute--
If they but own full tithe of gold,
And wear a costly suit

MY HEARERS-When we come to sort out the vast heap of humanity, belonging to the he creation, we find that three separate and distinct piles are necessary to be made-viz.: one for the common rubbish, or loafers; another for the spurious gentlemen, manufac tured by tailors; and another for the reai Simon Pure gentlemen, wrought from heaven's best material by the all-skilful hand of Omnipotence This last heap is always a great deal sinaller than

the other two, bu. when placed in the scales of real worth they will weigh down five hundred just like them; and it is upon this principle alone that a pound of lead is heavier than a pound of featners. The drunken, good-for-nothing loafers are no gentlemen at aii, any how you can fix it; and those who are tinkered up of broadcloth, buckram, finger rings, safety chains, soft sodder, vanity and impudence, are no gentlemen either, no more than a plated spoon is solid silver throughout. They are only so called by the foolish votaries of fashion-intended as a cheat and a dead suck-in for the world's great market. Why, my friends, they are mere walking-sticks for female flirts, ornamented with brass heads, and barely touched with the varnish of etiquette. Brass heads, did I say? nay-their caputs are only half ripe musk-melons, with monstrous thick rinds, hollow within, containing the seeds of foolishness swimming about in a vast quantity of sap. Their moral garments are a double-breasted coat of vanity, padded with pride, and lined with the silk of urbanity; their other apparel is all in keeping, and imported fresh from Devil, Beelzebub & Co.'s wholesale and retail ready made clothing establishment. Beneath these trappings of superciliousness and folly may be found hearts, rotting in the scum of licentiousness, and as much blacker than the inner surface of a steamboat pipe, as a chimney sweep is blacker than the mid-day sun in the heavens. And yet these over-blown bladders of iniquitous show are called gentlemen! If I thought I numbered any of these goats in my flock, I would preach them out of the synagogue quicker than ever lightning chased a squir rel down a hickory tree. But let them travel off with their highheeled boots of self-consequence: let them carry their bundles of dry goods down the Broadway of perdition: let them flourish, for a time, like poisonous weeds upon a dunghill: let them spit upon the poor beggar, and kick his dog, as he sits perishing at the golden gate of opulence: let them get so all-defying stiff that they can't bend, like a young sapling, to the gale-and they will find, that, should the storms of penury beat upon their beavers, they will snap as short as pipe stems, and the starch will evaporate from their dickeys of pride in the short space of no time at all. These storms will most assuredly wash out the gravel from the founda tions upon which their humbug qualifications of gentlemen rest, and down they will fall, to be reared up again only by the hands

of propitious fortune. Yes, my friends, I say let them go about thrusting their spurious certificates of honor in the face of plainclad honesty; but when they are laid low in the dust of servile dependence, then, I guess, they will find out, for a certainty, that the are the veriest vermin that ever beslimed the paths of decent society My friends I shan't meddle with the women in my present dis course, because they were never intended to be gentlemen. Suffice it to say, that every female is a lady in the parlor, and a pot-slue in the kitchen, according to the opinion of mankind generally. But I will tell you what a real gentleman is. He is an humble, charitable, philanthropic, honest, upright man—which, you all know, is the noblest work of God. He wears the ermine robe of truth, and his jewelled star is his own good name: he weeps over the widows as they weep over the new-made graves of their husbands: he feels for them (in his pockets) when they are compelled to gnaw the dry crusts of adversity: he pitches pennies into the laps of bare-footed orphans, and pays the same respect to a dog with a muzzle on his nose as to one with a gold ring about his neck. He puts no molasses on his tongue to attract the gilded flies of fashion, nor wounds innocent breasts with the barbed arrows of slan. der. He venerates the grey hairs of age, and leads little children by the hand along the flowery paths of virtue. He is grave with the grave, and gay with the gay, but never burns his nose in the fiery cup of dissipation, nor muds his trowsers with the filth of lewdness. He doesn't frighten four days out of February by joining in the uproars of Hard Ciderites, O. Ks. and Kinderhookers, but keeps himself, at all times, as quiet as a clam and unoffending as a kid. Like myself, he dresses plain, neat and simple, and takes more care to adorn his immortal mind with the laurels of learning, than to rig up foolishly, that clay-built tabernacle, the body, which to-day is, and to-morrow is mingled with the common rubbish of earth. Such, my friends, is the character of a genuine gentleman; and I have no doubt that, when dame Nature first completed one of the kind, she came near bursting her corsets with pride; as she had every reason to be proud of having formed a mortal with all the attributes of an angel destitute of wings.

And now, my dear friends, having exhibited to you the difference between mere outside show and internal worth, it behooves us all to doff our duds of vainness and pride, and put on the clean gar

ments of morality, virtue, and strict integrity, as these will never need washing, nor even grow thread-bare, through the countiess ages of eternity. So mote it be!

ON KISSING.

TEXT.-For me, I kiss but very few,

But with that kiss my heart goes too:
I hold a very Judas he

Who'd kiss but in sincerity.

MY HEARERS-kisses may be reckoned among the luxuries of life, rather than among its necessaries; and the reason why so many are fond of indulging in them is, because they belong to the superfluities of this world, and contribute neither to the nourishment of the body nor to the welfare of the soul, but merely afford a moment's gratification. Formal or ceremonious kisses are like manufactured flowers-very fine in appearance, but wanting in fra. grance; and their superabundance only goes to show that the present is a very artificial state of society, as the monkey said when his master put breeches on him. The common custom of kissing the Bible in order to give the appearance of solemnity to an oath, unless the kiss be hot from the heart, is impious mockery, and ought never to be practised in a country like this, where christianity and common sense are supposed to be closely combined. This cold kind of kissing produces no blissful excitement, and often leads to bad results; and I have no doubt but the old woman experienced more pleasure when she kissed her cow, than half of the young men who bestow busses upon the cheek of beauty, unwarmed by the fire of affection.

My young friends-you may go to your private evening parties, where all is gayety, joyety and hilarity-where the lovely angels of earth, dressed in the snowy robes of purity, look tempting enough to make a saint turn sinner, and perform a pilgrimage from paradise to perdition for the sake of a single glorious smack. Go then, and feast till you fatten upon forfeited kisses; but be assu red,that, although they may be attended with some little sport and amusement, they are just as destitute of real extacy as a fox's back is of fur in the month of June, or an oyster of fine flavor in Au gust. True bliss only attends the warm kiss of fervent love