in sanctuary, she stayed with him; and when he escaped to Tegea, she followed him into exile. It was not long before a counter-revolution took place, and Leonidas was recalled. The monarch, according to the fierce spirit of those ancient times, returned full of fury against the party which had dethroned him; and his rebellious son-inlaw was particularly marked out as an object of revenge. Cleombrotus took refuge in the Temple of Neptune. Here he was sought by his angry father, who bitterly reproached him for his conduct. Cleombrotus, silent and confused, attempted no justification of himself. But with the change of fortune, Chelonis had changed: with dishevelled hair and a dress of deep mourning, she sat by her husband's side, endeavouring to console him in the most affectionate manner; her two little children were at her feet. At this sight, Leonidas, and the soldiers, who were with him, were moved even to tears, Pointing to her mourning habit, Chelonis thus addressed the king: "This habit, my dear father, was not first assumed out of compassion to Cleombrotus. My sorrows began with your misfortunes, and have ever since remained my familiar companions. Now that you are again king of Sparta, can I assume royal ornaments while the husband of my youth, whom you yourself bestowed upon me, falls a victim to your vengeance? If his own submission, if the tears of his wife and children cannot move you, he must suffer a severer punishment than even you wish to inflict upon him; he must see his beloved wife die before him. How can I live, and support the sight of women, when both my husband and my father have refused to listen to my supplications? If Cleombrotus wronged you, I atoned for it by forsaking him to follow you; but if you put him to death, you will make an apology for his ambition, by showing that a crown is so bright and desirable an object, that a son-in-law must be slain, and a daughter utterly disregarded, where that is in question." As Chelonis ended, she rested her cheek sorrowfully on her husband's head, and looked at her father with tearful eyes. After a short struggle with himself, Leonidas commanded Cleombrotus to arise and go into exile. He earnestly entreated his daughter to remain with him, and share his prosperity, as she had shared his misfortunes. Chelonis would not forsake her husband. When he rose from the ground, she put one infant in his arms, and took the other herself; and having prayed at the altar, where they had taken sanctuary, she went with him into banishment. What a contemptible loss was a kingdom, to one who possessed the affections of this noble-minded Spartan matron! No. 8.-MRS. HOWARD, WIFE OF JOHN HOWARD. This great philanthropist was born in Clapton, a large village near London, in 1727. He inherited a handsome fortune from his father, who was a wealthy upholsterer. The most distinguishing trait of his early character was overflowing kindness; and these benevolent feelings, guided by a most correct judgment, remained with him through life, and made him a blessing to the world. It was his favorite maxim that "Our superfluities should be given up for the convenience of others; our conveniences should give place to the necessities of others; and even our necessities should give way to the extremities of the poor." There was a perfect harmony between his theory and his actions. His ready and earnest benevolence made him an object of idolatry among the poor of his neighbourhood; and when he was abroad on his great mission of humanity, he never forgot to give such orders as were necessary to supply their necessities. In ten years he travelled more than forty-two thousand miles for the sole purpose of relieving distress. He visited nearly all the prisons and hospitals of Europe; endured toil and privation; risked infection; boldly spoke offensive truths to princes, nobles, and men in power; and liberally expended his income, where money could be productive of good. His generosity was particularly exercised toward worthy people imprisoned for small debts. On such occasions he would often return to his family in great joy, saying, "I have made a poor woman happy; I have sent her husband home to her and her children.' This good man was twice married. His first connexion seems to have been formed entirely from motives of gratitude, to a highly respectable widow, who had been exceedingly kind to him during a severe illness. He was then about twenty-five years old, and his bride had numbered rather more than twice as many years. She was a sincere, affeetionate, and sensible woman, and her husband respected and esteemed her. In two or three years the connexion was dissolved by her death. To her who was truly his wife, he was united in 1758, when he was about thirty years old. She was the daughter of Edward Leeds, Esq. of Croxton. Early accustomed to the indulgences of wealth, she formed no frivolous tastes, no expensive habits. Amiable, affectionate, and benevolent, she found her greatest delight in doing good. They were both pious; and she so cordially assisted in all his plans, and seconded all his wishes, that she might have appropriately said to her husband, in the beautiful language of Milton's Eve," God is thy law, thou mine." Their residence at Cardington was fitted up in the neatest and most unostentatious manner. All the linen necessary to furnish the house was spun by the cottagers in the neighbourhood, under the immediate superintendence of Mrs. Howard herself; and during his life he always made it an object to use such articles as could be manufactured by his poor neighbours. When absent for any time, he always left particular directions for the comfort of his aged nurse; and when he was at home, he would himself see that coals were sent to her cottage, to warm her bed, every night when the weather was cold enough to require it. In all these things, Mrs. Howard warmly sympathized. She attended upon the sick, fed the hungry, and clothed the destitute. Soon after her marriage, she sold her jewels, and put the money into her husband's charity purse. On settling his accounts one year, Mr. Howard found an unexpected balance in his favor; and he asked his wife if she would like to take a trip to London. "What a comfortable cottage for a poor person might be built with the money we should expend !" was her benevo lent reply. The sum was appropriated as she suggested; and this excellent couple enjoyed the purest satisfaction of the human heart-that of preferring the good of others to our own. The same sympathy prevailed in their religious impressions. Wishing to observe the effect on her mind, Mr. Howard once asked her to accompany him to some place of fashionable resort in London. In the midst of the brilliant crowd, she seemed serious and contemplative. "Tell me, dear Harriet, what you are thinking about," said he. "I am thinking of Mr.'s sermon last Sunday," she replied. A degree of simple and tasteful elegance pervaded their dwelling, and gave indication of that true refinement, which usually accompanies purity of heart. There was a good deal of rural beauty in the arrangement of the grounds. In one place, the broad gravel walk was thickly shaded by majestic firs, which Mr. Howard brought home when he returned from his first travels on the continent. One tree, planted by his beloved wife, was the object of his peculiar attachment. Many a happy hour was spent in this quiet grove, in devising and talking over the extensive schemes of benevolence, which he afterwards lived to execute. ཚ༣ ༥ཝཱ་ A rustic hermitage, called the Root House, on account of its being made entirely of the roots and trunks of trees, was a favorite place of resort. A lamp made out of a root was in the centre, and masses of peat served for chairs. A book shelf was fitted into a recess in the wall, and the Gothic portico and windows admitted light enough for the student. This little library betrayed the tastes and feelings of the owner; for here might be seen the works of Hervey, Flavel, Baxter, Milton, Thomson, Young, and Watts. Mr. Howard, though mild and affectionate, was a great friend to subordination in families. He thought implicit obedience was the duty of wives, as well as children; and he would hardly have assented to the omission which the gallantry of modern clergymen has induced them to make in the marriage service; (an omission which, after all, "breaks the word of promise to the ear, but keeps it to the sense"-for how can a woman love and honor her husband without obey ing him? And then the Bible is so explicit, and the laws so ungallant, that methinks the word may as well remain in a vow where the meaning cannot, and ought not to be expunged.) Before their union, Mr. Howard wished his lady to make a promise that if a discussion arose upon any subject, it should always be left to his decision. She cheerfully made the promise; and what is more to the purpose, she always kept it. More complete happiness than fell to the lot of this worthy pair can hardly be imagined to exist on earth-perfect sympathy on all subjects, with the power and the will to do good continually. For about seven years Mr. Howard enjoyed the company of his beloved partner, and valuable assistant ; and then death came to interrupt for a time, the union which was to be renewed in heaven. Mrs. Howard died in March, 1765, soon after the birth of their only child. Her husband felt his loss acutely, but he bore it like a christian. He never alluded to her without expressions of affection and respect amounting to veneration. He caused a tablet to be erected to her memory in Cardington church, bearing the following beautiful inscription : In hope of a resurrection to eternal life, Daughter of Edward Leeds, Esq. Who died the 31st of March, 1765, aged 39. T And in her tongue was the law of kindness. 1 The education of his little son was the greatest consolation of the lonely widower. Riding, walking, or gardening, the child was with him almost as constantly as his shadow. At church, the father was regularly seen with his arms round the boy's waist, while the little hands rested on his shoulder, or fondled his face, in infant familiarity. Several years after the death of his wife, Mr. Howard pointed to a tree among the grove of firs, and said to his son, with earnest solemnity. "Jack, I charge you, as you value my blessing, never allow that tree to be removed. It was planted by your mother.” Feeling that his own care, however assiduous, could not supply the place of maternal solicitude, Mr. Howard had engaged a pious and judicious woman to take charge of his |