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then how can the husband and father “Quite a sad accident happened just help finding out that they are brothers ?' now,” said one.

Mrs. Raymond looked very beautiful in “ How, and what was it ?her half tearful, half smiling earnestness, A horse got frightened, and ran, and at least, so her husband thought, and knocked a boy down in the street; the though he shook his head at her sugges poor fellow was taken up for dead.” tions, he kissed her in a very lover-like “How old a boy, should you think ?'' wау.

About fourteen or fifteen; he was a True to her word, Mrs. Joseph called fine looking fellow, with beautiful, curly, upon Mrs. Charles, and thus commenced brown hair.' a friendly acquaintance. Francis and The Raymonds listened with breathless Wallace were constantly together, and attention ; an awful presentiment thrilled little Mary's society became very precious them, and they looked into each other's to the bereaved mother. Thus the fami- eyes tremblingly, and with whitened lips. lies were placed upon the most familiar “Do you know who he was?. and friendly footing, but the brothers “I heard some one say that his name remained unchanged. Sometimes their was Raymond, and that he lived in Sixth garments brushed each other in the jost- Avenue.” ling crowd, and yet a gulf divided them. A smothered cry of anguish rose to JoThey looked into each others faces, not as seph's lips and he started to his feet, but strangers, for the studied coldness of their Charles sank back dizzy and almost stunglances was very unlike the careless in- ned. difference of those who know nothing of “ Charles, 0, Charles, it is your boy each other. Outwardly they were un

or mine!" changed, . but He who sees the inmost Yes, I felt it from the first; which, heart looked with pitying eye upon their 0, which is it ?” and Charles Raymond troubled spirits. Wealth and Famerose from his seat, as if trembling with home and friends, earth's highest prizes palsy. were theirs, and yet they were wretched, Charles, one moment ! let me clasp for the burden of unacknowledged, un- your hand ! your home or mine is desoforgiven sin, grew heavier and heavier. late ; then let us, in this solemn moment, Each yearned for the sweet peace of recon- forgive and be forgiven.” ciliation, and carefully watched for the * Willingly, brother; willingly! we least sign of concession from the other, have been very wicked in our pride and Fet both were too proud, too obstinate to stubbornness, and now God's heavy take that first important step.

stroke has made us humble."

They grasped each other's hands, and One day, being wearied with a long tears stood in the eyes of both. They walk, Mr. Joseph Raymond entered an stepped out upon the pavement as they omnibus which ran in the direction of his saw a mutual acquaintance advancing with home. The vehicle was crowded and a serious aspect. It was the messenger of with some difficulty he obtained a seat, mournful tidings — which, O, which, was when, to his extreme annoyance, he beheld to be called upon to weep?”. his brother sitting directly opposite. “Mr. Joseph Raymond, I have sad Both felt painfully embarrassed, yet no news for you.” trace of feeling was visible upon

the stern,

I know it I know it — my boy is composed face of either.

dead!” What a heart wail was in his tones! At one of the crossings they were Charles felt the tears gushing from his hindered by a crowd, and the driver eyes - he had not wept thus since his reined in his horses, and quietly waited childhood. It was not a time for words, for a passage to be made. Two men and they hastened on in silence. Walstood talking upon the side-walk so near lace lay upon his couch as if indeed dead, that their conversation could be distinctly and his mother and sister hung over him heard.

in transports of grief and terror.

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“0, Joseph !” cried the mother, that I have my long-lost lorother back

see our Wallace ! tell me, tell me, is he again! Charles, forgive me, and love me dead ?"

as you did in the happy long ago !" The two men stood together, and gazed • Joseph, forgive me, forgive me !" upon the pallid face of the lad. All col- Mrs. Raymond heard these words, and or was stricken out from his lips and she felt that her cup of happiness was full cheeks, but the only sign of injury was a to the brim. There was another witness slight contusion on the forehead.

of this scene, whose presence, though inWhich was called upon to mourn ? visible, was deeply felt. Say, was not Both; for Charles fully participated in the angel mother there, hovering over her Joseph's agony. All the bitterness and united children, and breathing blessings animosity of years was swept away in this upon their spirits? They felt her blessoverwhelming tide of sorrow. A stranger ing forever afterwards in fancy, they saw looking upon them, lately so stern and her countenance beaming with celestial proud, now bending in uncontrollable joy, even as it had shone upon them in grief over the beautiful, prostrate boy, the peaceful dreams of their happy childcould not have told which was the father. hood.

Minutes passed, seeming hours, to the
waiting group, and the physician entered.
They made way for him, and he looked

WITH GOD.
earnestly upon the boy, and lifted one
passive hand in his. They hung upon

Dark and still, dark and still,
his looks and words with breathless sus-

I see no light from the distant hill;

No murmur cometh from the sea, pense, and the mother mutely questioned God and my heart, are all that be. him with her pleading eyes.

Low it lies, low it lies, " You would ask me if he is dead, Mrs. My heart, -in the Omnipresent eyes, Raymond,” he said, in answer to her

With all its secret chambers seen,

Nor sight, nor sound, nor space between. glance; “O, no; he is only stunned I can feel his pulse distinctly, though 'tis And it dies, and it dies, very, very faint. He will soon rally

My heart,-in the awful, searching Eyes;

0, now I see as I am seen,
we can bring him too."

In every part uncleaa, unclean!
Those words, those firm, assuring tones,
what bewildering hope, what dazzling

In the dust, heart of hearts!

What is it that quickens all thy parts, light they brought to the hearts almost

Through every fibre flashing fires, breaking with despair, for they had fully Purging away all low desires ? thought him dead ! Joseph Raymond Is it life, is it death, bowed his head and wept like a child, and Thus catching away my spirit's breath, his brother, scarcely less overcome, press

Surging it over like a sea,
ed his hand in sympathy.

Crushing it with humility ?
The physician's words were soon verifi- Can it be, can it be,
ed. Their efforts restored the suspended

That the awful Presence filleth me,
animation; color slowly came back to

And nothing lives in earth nor air,

But God, and my soul, everywhere? Wallace's ghastly face, and he opened his eyes and smiled upon his friends. The All around, and above, mother bent over her restored child in

A sudden sense of surpassing love,

As though upborne to its release, speechless gratitude, and the father turn

My soul had passed the Porch of Peace. ed from the blissful contemplation of his face, to his brother.

Dark and still, dark and still,

A day-dart quivers above the hill.
“God hath dealt very, very mercifully A murmur moves from the great world sea,
with me!”

And Time looms o'er Eternity.
“Yes ; blessed be His holy name!” While I kneel, may I feel,
said Charles, from his full heart.

Stamped on my brow the sacred seal, “I have my son restored from the very

That all who walk my way may see,

This day, that God has been with me. arms of death, and 0, it is as great a joy

Buffalo, N. Y.

CLARA.

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THITHERSIDE SKETCHES, est magnifying power, much less with

unassisted sight! NO. VII

“Without being conveyed in good old

fashion upon the back of giant or genii Genoa. Visit to the Villa of *Pallevicini, or a day from Turkey' to 'Indostan,' or from

on enchanted ground ; description of the same; the Mountains of Caucasus,' to the Miss Bridler applies the check-rein to fancy's "ærial steed;" — the effect, -mimic showers

• Gates of Damascus’in a wink of time, Homeward-Alleged birth-place of Columbus. we had the pleasure of sauntering on,

at Italian Roads,

our leisure, from one scene of beauty to

another, in more human, but not less Only a few pressed leaves lying in a

enjoyable style. volume of mementoes before us, and yet

But first, we cannot refrain from renone glance at them, proves a talismanic dering a tribute of praise to the princely spell as potent as that of Aladdin's magic owner of this villa, in thus generously lamp, transporting us in an instant over throwing it open to thousands of miles to revel again in

throwing it open to the public, affording scenes of enchenting beauty, scarce less many hundred strangers yearly, an opwonderful than those oriental pictures, the rare combinations of nature and art,

portunity of enjoying such a rich treat in over which we hung so delightedly, in the which at immense labor and cost, have happy hours of long ago. Again we live over that charming day,

made this spot surpassingly lovely. The

name 'PALLEVICINI' literally signifies, spent amid shifting scenes of delight, so beautiful, as to require little effort of the the enormous wealth of this family, may

Strip my neighbor;" and considering imagination to fancy one-self treading on not have been inappropriately given, i. e. enchanted ground, under the especial care if the theory of a friend of ours is correct, of some benevolent Genii, who is bent viz: “ that no man ever became what upon “ doing the agreeable” in giving us may be considered really wealthy, without such a fine, never-to-be-forgotten peep into either directly, or indirectly taking adhis own domain.

Let the reader call up vantage of, or actually destroying his the remembrance of some fairy tale with neighbor.” However, to the honor of this its magic changes, and glowing accompa- nobleman be it written, that this same niments; all except the sight of fairies themselves, as, alas, for these modern, about two millions of dollars, was planned

costly villa, finished at the expense of matter-of-fact times! none of their species for the purpose of furnishing employment can be seen now, even with lens of strong- for poor laborers, during a time of scarcity,

hundreds of whom were thus enabled to *NOTE.-A word here on typographical errors. We noticed in our last that this name maintain their families in comfort, who was printed with an R, Rallevicini instead of would otherwise have suffered from want the proper P. A lso the “Sauli family"

was of the bare necessaries of life. A knowlmistakenly rendered Sanli. By the way, the very interesting and instructive legend respect- edge of this fact, certainly enhanced the ing the erection of the high bridge and church pleasure enjoyed in contemplating the of “ Carignani,' as translated from the beautiful scenes before us. French for the columns of the Trumpet, by our talented and esteemed friend E. C. B., we sus.

Imagine then, a palace, large, but not pect to be incorrect in its main fact, as we elaborate in its outer structure, adorned learned from good authority, that this sane with a lofty terrace of tesselated marble, and bridge; the latter, to furnish, as we stated, | broad stairs of the same material, massive, a more convenient and agreeable mode of and of dazzling whiteness, leading down access to the church, than that afforded through into the orangery and gardens below, author, however, we believe, does not vouch which are filled with a choice and costly for the truth of the narrative, giving it as he collection of leaf, and flower, and fruit. hears it from the Italians, who with their warm Passing along through a succession of legend, the moral of which, together with the beautiful objects in this line, we gradually artistic finish of the narrative, is much to be ascend the easy slope of a mountain of appreciated and enjoyed.

respectable size, thickly studded with

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every variety of shrub and tree, * the a little summer tea-room, with its centre whole of which, as you saunter on through table covered with service of terra cotta of the shaded walks, you learn to your in- antique pattern, in style of similar ware, finite amazement, is the work of human found among the ruins of Pompeii and . skill, that formerly no elevation existed Herculaneum, has a very pretty effect. there, and that the quite extensive views Proceeding on our way, a most singuof delightful scenery gained by occasional lar illusion is produced by an ingenious peeps through openings in the shade, and to us, incomprehensible arrangement made for that purpose, was once a most of perspective, so that as we turned at the monotonous and unpromising tract of instigation of our guide, the tower which country, brought into its present beauty, we had just left but a few rods behind, and even NATURALNESS, (if we may so seemed now, in looking back to it, to be a speak,) by human taste, ingenuity, and long distance from us; so perfect is the labor !

deception, that one could scarce believe it At every turn in the road some new otherwise. surprise awaits us. Now it is a Russian Still descending the winding way, we Hut,' with its low mud walls and small follow a meandering stream, here and windows; next, a Swiss Thatch,' affording there spanned by rustic bridges; stop at a comfortable place for rest under its flat, a sparkling cascade, and its tiny lake; broad-eaved roof

, with one of the in- get a peep at the fishes ; look down the geniously wrought rustic benches or chairs small outlet of a cave, which proves one for a seat, and a pretty view opening from end of an extensive, grotto--one of the the trees before you ; again, farther up most wonderful imitations of nature on a the height, we come to a ruined tower, large scale, that we have ever seen,

and with broken battlements, to represent the which, more than aught else, has gained effects of a siege—which we are to sup- for this villa an almost world-wide celebpose, as having taken place somewhere rity. Still circling around, we come to back in the dark ages--carried on per- the entrance of this famous grotto, with its chance by some of the grim old Goths of subterranean lake, where a boatman is in those times, just according to our fancy. waiting to row us through its cavernous For the reader will please keep in mind, circles; these are entirely covered with that we are here at present wandering in genuine stalactites brought from afar, and an ideal realm, and have more than a so perfectly naturally are they fastened poet's license for any stretch of fancy in upon the artificial surface as to deceive which we may choose to indulge.

the most observing eye. Among these, Ascending the tower by a flight of outer we were shown some beautiful specimens stairs, a fine view of the surrounding brought from the far-famed Grotto of country awaits us at the top. Fortunately Antiparos ;' these were of a richer shade, the sky is clear, and sunny, and the air resembling specimens of jasper that we charmingly mild, so that nature herself have seen, more translucid, and of much being in so favorable a mood, cannot fail higher polish than anything else of the to add much to the enjoyment of such kind here collected. an out-of-doors excursion, for which kindly We regretted our forgetfulness in not aspect, we are duly grateful. Descending, asking if our own “Mammoth Cave of we are conducted into an elegant covered Kentucky” was represented in the specicourt or pavillion adorned with statues of mens before us. Gliding along over this rural divinities, all in exquisite taste; river “Styx,” with a brown-cheeked while back, overlooking a pleasant view, Italian, in a picturesque cap, for our *Among specimens of the latter, we noticed

“Charon," after various turns and windthe • Cors, Camphor, India-rubber," Ba- ings, we disembark in a remote corner of nana,' and 'Cottee' trees, all apparently this subterraneous region, and with our thrifty, and together with many others foreign guide, proceed along a narrow passage own American forests) forming this most in- dimly lighted from an occasional aperture teresting and extensive collection.

above, upon the walls of which, humid

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vapors from the stream beyond, we and nonsense. Singing Girls, harem are shown small formations of real stalac- Beauties, turbaned Sultans, and black tites, which in the course of time will Janizaries forsooth! heathenish trash the probably increase to a considerable size. whole of them! It's astonishing how some I'his was quite wonderful and interesting people will let their imagination carry to us,—to find an artificial cavern so per- them beyond the bounds of all reason, fect an imitation of nature, as to produce over some common affair !" Here Miss a similar effect in the creation of the same Barbara, (we wish her name would read class of natural objects !

Barbarous,') gives us a kind of NathanPassing on, we came to an opening of to-David-look, that sets every nerve in a the cave, from which we emerged as if by twinge with the—Thou art that foolish, some magical change, into à scene of fancy-mad individual”—so plainly implied oriental loveliness quite enchanting. Thus, in one flashing glance. instead of crossing the turbid waters of the Mi's Barbara Bridler continues :“Stynx” into a dim realm of disembod. These things are pretty enough for ied spirits, we had glided over an en- shams such as they are. That oriental chanted lake, passing through the bowels pavilion' is nothing better than a handof the mountain, into the dominions per- some summer-house considerably filigreed haps of some famed Sultan, whose title off. Those ottomans' are made of glazamong the faithful is “

Mirza,” or Soly- ed pottery, plaid covers, tassels and all, man the blest!"

just scattered around for show; the swanOur “ Charon," instead of that old necked, pleasure barge, lying idle in that white-haired boatman, still plying his little canal, (intended for a river) is only trade in the lower regions (according to a fancy affair, with plenty of paint and old mythologists' account of the matter,) gilding, made for a pretty sight, rather must have been, (notwithstanding our than for use. The Fountain '-well ! assertion to the contrary at the beginning it is a fountain, and what is there in that, of this sketch,) some good genus in dis- to go into raptures about? That Chinese guise, and only took the small coins scene yonder! it's • Pagoda' with bells; handed him, the better to carry out the its laced work bridge and stiff walks are delusion! Instantly we looked to see mere imitations, made with paint and some band of dancing girls sally out from wood, and a mixture of green wires that the beautiful summer pavilion before us, any person of sense can see, &c., &c. clad in silk jackets and trowsers, with Gentle reader! what a “wet sheet” is bells on their ancles and castanets in their this, so unrelentingly thrown over the hands, bidding us welcome, with music brightly beaming flame of fancy! We and song; or, a group of veiled beauties are suddenly subdued ; yes ! quenched for of the seraglio might possibly step out, the time-being ; every light of imagination and occupy the richly cushioned ottomans extinguished, and only a consciousness of scattered on the smooth velvet-like sward, shame for our folly left, as we descend to around yon marble basoned fountain. Or the matter-of-fact atmosphere, into which the caliph of the realm, indignant at the Miss B., our female « mentor,' has so intrusion of barbarian strangers like our pleasantly turned our course,

Excellent selves—what if he—not waiting for tardy people in their way, though, are these Janizaries, should rush out from behind same · Bridlers, rendering good service the scene with drawn scimitar, ready to to mercurial temperaments, which are intake off our offending heads at the first clined to rush headlong into extravaganblow! We are prepared to be surprized ces, and but for their timely help, would at nothing of this sort, as a fitting accom- doubtless land up in the moon, or away paniment of the picture of oriental scenery among the shooting stars just ripe for to which we are now treated !

destruction. At this juncture, we hear the sharp From this state of self-abasement, we voice of “Miss Barbara Bridler," in our rallied, however, sufficiently to enjoy what ears, with a—“ pooh! pshaw! all stuff was still in store for us, always thereafter

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