“I pity _him_ most sincerely,” said Mr. Westbury, “in being united to a woman who selfishly preferred her own _pleasure_ to her husband's _happiness_. _Her_ I have not yet learned to pity. She richly deserves all she may suffer. Had she taken your advice, Julia—for most touchingly did I hear you warn her!—she might now have been happy, and her husband respectable. _Now_, they are both lost!—O, that every woman would learn where her true strength—her true happiness lies!—O, that she would learn, that to yield is to conquer! to submit, is to subdue! None but the utterly ignoble and abandoned, could long resist the genial influence of a cheerful, meek, patient, self-denying wife; nay—instances are not wanting, in which the most profligate have been reclaimed through the instrumentality of a _consistently_ amiable and virtuous woman! If the whole sex, my dear Julia, would imbibe your spirit, and follow your example, the effect would soon be manifest. Men would be very different creatures from what they now are, and few wives would have occasion to complain of unkind and obstinate husbands. A vast deal is said of the influence of women on society, and they, themselves, exult in their power; but how seldom, comparatively, do they use it, to benefit themselves, or the world! Let it be a woman's first desire to make her husband good, and happy, and respectable—and seldom will she fail of attaining her object, and at the same time, of securing her own felicity!” THE SWAN OF LOCH OICH. A solitary wild swan may be seen on Loch Oich. It has sailed there for twenty or thirty years, in summer and winter. It had a mate, but about twenty years ago the master of a trading vessel (more wantonly barbarous than the Duke of Cumberland when he burned the old castle of Inverrgarry,) shot the bird. The Glengary swan, however, kept its solitary range. Last winter three other swans lighted on the lake; they remained a month or two, and it was thought the recluse would depart with them, but it had apparently no desire to change its wonted station. As swans have been known to live upwards of a century, we hope this faithful bird will escape accident and cruelty, and live through two or three generations more, to grace the shores of Loch Oich. _Inverness Courier_. Beautiful bird of the Scottish lake, With plumage pure as the light snow-flake, With neck of pride and a wing of grace, And lofty air as of royal race— Beautiful bird, may you long abide And grace Loch Oich in your lonely pride. Bright was the breast of the “loch,” I ween, Its crystal wave and its sapphire sheen; And bright its border of shrub and tree, And thistle-bloom in its fragrancy— When to thy side thy fair mate prest, Or skimm'd the lake with her tintless breast.