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A prevalent feature in these compositions was a nursed and petted melancholy； another was a wasteful and opulent gush of "fine language"； another was a tendency to lug in by the ears particularly prized words and phrases until they were worn entirely out； and a peculiarity that conspicuously marked and marred them was the inveterate and intolerable sermon that wagged its crippled tail at the end of each and every one of them.No matter what the subject might be， a brain-racking effort was made to squirm it into some aspect or other that the moral and religious mind could contemplate with edification.The glaring insincerity of these sermons was not sufficient to compass the banishment of the fashion from the schools， and it is not sufficient to-day； it never will be sufficient while the world stands， perhaps.There is no school in all our land where the young ladies do not feel obliged to close their compositions with a sermon； and you will find that the sermon of the most frivolous and the least religious girl in the school is always the longest and the most relentlessly pious.But enough of this.Homely truth is unpalatable.

Let us return to the "Examination." The first composition that was read was one entitled "Is this， then， Life？" Perhaps the reader can endure an extract from it：

"In the common walks of life， with what delightful emotions does the youthful mind look forward to some anticipated scene of festivity！ Imagination is busy sketching rose-tinted pictures of joy.In fancy， the voluptuous votary of fashion sees herself amid the festive throng， 'the observed of all observers.' Her graceful form， arrayed in snowy robes， is whirling through the mazes of the joyous dance； her eye is brightest， her step is lightest in the gay assembly.

"In such delicious fancies time quickly glides by， and the welcome hour arrives for her entrance into the Elysian world， of which she has had such bright dreams.How fairy-like does everything appear to her enchanted vision！ Each new scene is more charming than the last.But after a while she finds that beneath this goodly exterior， all is vanity， the flattery which once charmed her soul， now grates harshly upon her ear； the ball-room has lost its charms； and with wasted health and imbittered heart， she turns away with the conviction that earthly pleasures cannot satisfy the longings of the soul！"And so forth and so on.There was a buzz of gratification from time to time during the reading， accompanied by whispered ejaculations of "How sweet！" "How eloquent！" "So true！" etc.， and after the thing had closed with a peculiarly afflicting sermon the applause was enthusiastic.

Then arose a slim， melancholy girl， whose face had the "interesting" paleness that comes of pills and indigestion， and read a "poem." Two stanzas of it will do：

"A MISSOURI MAIDEN'S FAREWELL TO ALABAMA

"Alabama， good-bye！ I love thee well！

But yet for a while do I leave thee now！

Sad， yes， sad thoughts of thee my heart doth swell，And burning recollections throng my brow！

For I have wandered through thy flowery woods；Have roamed and read near Tallapoosa's stream；Have listened to Tallassee's warring floods，And wooed on Coosa's side Aurora's beam.

"Yet shame I not to bear an o'er-full heart，Nor blush to turn behind my tearful eyes；'Tis from no stranger land I now must part，'Tis to no strangers left I yield these sighs.

Welcome and home were mine within this State，Whose vales I leave -- whose spires fade fast from meAnd cold must be mine eyes， and heart， and tête，When， dear Alabama！ they turn cold on thee！"There were very few there who knew what "tête" meant， but the poem was very satisfactory， nevertheless.