In female education, the heart should be educated as well as the head. The cold and selfish reasoning of fashion, that female education should be confined to those superficial accomplishments and graces, which will enable them to shine in the drawing-room, should be denounced in the strongest terms. These accomplishments are very well in their place, but without a solid basis, they form a poor support in the stern duties of life. The time may come when they will require something to make their home happy and their life pleasant, besides a superficial knowledge of drawing accomplishments. They should be taught the great laws of their being, and the duties they will be called on to fulfil as wives and mothers. No false modesty should prevent their understanding thoroughly those great truths, which must have such an immense influence on their future happiness, and the welfare of their children.

Equal care should be taken of the physical training as in the other sex, and out-door exercise is of quite as much importance. Swimming, skating, riding, dancing, walking, and those other exercises which give ease and freedom to the movements, and strength, elasticity and health to the whole form, should occupy a certain portion of their time.

The influence exerted on the child beneath the parental roof is as enduring as life. The seed planted then, will in after years yield a ripe harvest of good or evil. The child should be made to feel, that its home is the purest, sweetest place on earth, and that its parents are its best friends. Above all, it should never be permitted to witness there, wrangling, disputing and contention, bitterness and heart-burning, or to hear from its parents one angry word or unjust charge. Make the home happy, and let its atmosphere be one of love and harmony. I have often felt indignant at the treatment children meet with at the hands of those from whom they should only receive kindness and affection.

As I have heard the harsh and angry word, the heavy blow, the bitter tone of rebuke and denunciation, the unjust and often foul-mouthed charge, and seen the flashing eye, and the cheek flushed with passion, I have felt like telling the unnatural parents or guardians they were training the child for a future of crime and bitterness. Need we wonder at the awful and terrible fruits of human passion, when its fearful lessons are instilled into the young mind in the sanctuary of home. If we cannot have unbounded confidence between parent and child in the family circle, where on this sin-stained earth can it be found?

If this confidence existed, and the child were made to feel that its parent's ears were ever open to its troubles, in them it had warm and ready sympathisers, kind advisers and hearts whose strongest anxieties were for its future welfare, what untold misery and suffering might be avoided. Thousands would be prevented from entering on a career of vice and crime, and hundreds, instead of finding the dream of their youth blighted, their purest affections trampled on, would be saved from a career so dark and fearful. On the harmonious training of the child in its parental home, depends, in a measure, the career of the man, and the greatness and prosperity of the nation.

From what has been already said, it will be readily seen, that a false system of education, incorrect training of the child, and ignorance of the laws of health, beget a large amount of the vice and crime, which devastate society.

Look at the various avenues to vice in every part of the land, the gambling, and scenes of debauchery and crime, at which even devils might blush! Here in the city of New-York alone, with its churches and benevolent institutions, its untold wealth, and untold misery, the central point of the arts and sciences, literature and refinement, we find gambling and drinking saloons in almost every street, and a population of at least twenty thousand, who have sold themselves, body and soul, into a slavery bitter as death, who eat their bread from the wages of prostitution.

It is a hard thing, oh parent, to believe, that you are training that son for disease and death, for the penitentiary or the gibbet.

It is a hard thing to believe and bitter to realize, that you are training that daughter, so bright and gay, so beautiful and joyous, for disease, pain and an early grave, for a childless wife, for the mother of children weak and puny, for contention, for a cold and heartless life with no aim but self, no God but fashion, for the halls of prostitution, and the lowest brothels of the depraved. But go into our prisons and among the haunts of vice, and read a secret page in the history of crime. Go beyond the deed, to the imperceptible steps, which led to the crime; get at the moral, physical, and intellectual training in youth, and you will find there notes of discord and jarring strings.

We build prisons, huge stone walls, with gloomy cells, in which to confine those, who have been convicted of outraging law; we build the scaffold, and twist the rope which is to send the victim into eternity; we found hospitals, the clergy hurl the anathemas of God against vice, while it lifts its unabashed head and laughs at these puny efforts, these baby blows on its citadel.' The victims of crime have but practiced the lessons taught, them by society, and in their homes, and less cunning or more venturesome than others have been detected in the act, and punished. They are punished for yielding to temptations, which society itself spreads out before them. After scattering traps all over the community, those who dare fall into them and are detected, are punished for their folly.

Year after year the abandoned women who throng our streets descend to the grave by hundreds, and their ranks are filled with new victims not from the city alone, but from country towns and rural villages. Year after year the young and beautiful go down to early graves, genius flashes out for a brief moment, when death seizes its victim; children fall by thousands; in the homes where should be peace, happiness and contentment, is discord and contention; the prisons groan with victims; the scaffold trembles beneath its weight and society sleeps on, wondering at the amount of crime, and trying to lop off some of the branches of that mighty tree, whose dark shadow is cast over the earth.

Let us strike at the root of this difficulty; let us make the intellectual, the moral and physical to move on in perfect harmony, each performing its proper duty, each leaning on the other, and all forming one glorious whole. Until we accomplish this, in attempting to arrest vice, we but beat the air. Until we accomplish this, disease will continue to devastate the earth, continue to pile it with graves, and fill it with weeping and sorrow. Abuse of either the moral, physical or intellectual, undermines health and happiness. It is only in the proper blending and use of all we are to look for weapons, which will batter down prison-walls, make the gibbet a thing that was, and in the place of sorrow, darkness and gloom, light up the lamp of joy and happiness.