The Boarding School; Lessons of a Preceptress to Her Pupils / Consisting of Information, Instruction and Advice, Calculated to Improve the Manners and Form the Character of Young Ladies. To Which Is Added, a Collection of Letters, Written by the Pupils to Their Instructress, Their Friends, and Each Other.

by Hannah Webster Foster

The torpid sap, detruded to the root

By wintry winds; which now in fluent dance,

And lively fermentation, mounting spreads

All this inumerous-colour’d scene of things.”

Aided in our observations by this pathetic and pious writer, our hearts beat responsive to the sentiments of gratitude, which he indirectly, yet most forcibly inculcates in that devout address to the Supreme Parent:

“——Were every faltering tongue of man,

Almighty Father! silent in thy praise,

Thy works themselves would raise a general voice,

Even in the depth of solitary woods,

By human foot untrod: proclaim the power,