favor his purpose, for I now distinctly understood it, and the thought cheered me, as I bade him and the little Edward farewell.

Arrived at Detroit, my ransom was soon effected; and once more I was wending my way through Western forests. Anxious to impart tidings, which I trusted would give a gleam of hope to the hearts of the bereaved parents, I went directly to the fort where they were still immured. Little change had taken place during my absence. Time had but given a more settled character to their sorrows, and I felt that the tones of my own voice, rendered cheerful as they were by the consciousness of bringing comfort, sounded with a startling discordance in that house of mourning. But I hastened to communicate my little tale; and the agitated father, to whom alone I dared utter it, ventured at length to draw his Marian towards him and to whisper, that their child yet lived, and might at some future time be restored to them. A loud cry of feeling-feeling whose very intenseness was agony, rose up from the mother's soul, and then a burst of tears, overwhelming, passionate tears shook her now sickly frame almost to dissolution. At last exhausted with emotion she lay pale and death-like on the bosom of her husband.

COMMUNICATIONS.

For the Rural Repository.

A Professional Adventure.
АH, little think the gay licentious proud,
Whom pleasure, power and affiuence surround;
Ah, little think they, as they dance along,
How many shrink into the sordid hut
Of cheerless poverty.'

THOMSON.

yet an hour to the time of sale. Poor Bwas the very picture of despair-he had no life-no energy-no hope. He said nothing, but the voice of his countenance was I cannot dig, to beg I am ashamed.' If there was any thing in his looks which these words do not express it was the sullen apathy, in which, conscious or at least persuaded of his I do not know that I ever felt the full own inability to relieve himself or family, he severity of my professional duties till in the had hopelessly wrapped himself-My interfall of 18-. At that time I was despatched view with the head of the household had by my partner to the village of C to prepared me for much misery but I had not attend a Sheriff's sale. This expedition was anticipated half. This hapless family whose an item of that business which fell to my lot board in time of prosperity would have as junior partner though by no means satisfied the Epicurean Lucullus-lived now agreeably to my feelings. There was some- upon charity; not such charity as blesses thing in the present case to excite more than him who gives and him who takes,' but vulgar, ordinary sympathy; for the individual most sordid charity-and that scanty too. As I concerned, was a member of a distinguished live, I believe the herring that lay upon the and wealthy family, who had long lived among coals was the last food they had. The looks the sober people of New England with and actions of the desponding throng of something like baronial splendor. Unac-children-the pale, heart-broken look of the quainted with any kind of business-a mere mother all told me so; and as the conviction man of pleasure—he had lived on in heedless pierced my soul I could not help but weep. prodigality, and sponged by every knave My tears burst forth without control. But around him, till his uncounted wealth, supplied I blest every tear I shed, for I saw that it was as it was with numerous rents and interest an eloquence most overwhelming with these payments, began to grow too scanty for his afflicted ones; they loved me for each one of disbursements; and then farins, bonds and them, and God grant that my reader may feel It was a stormy evening in November. notes were sold with as little consideration, often as I felt then. Why linger on the The wind came with a moaning sound from as that which prompted the man in the fable painful recital? I did what my feelings the forest, and the sleet was beating heavily to kill the goose that laid golden eggs-or prompted me to do. I relieved effectually Amid that stillness, which, which should induce a farmer to cut down the hapless family at my own expense and immediately succeeding the wild burst of one of his trees in order to win a more than responsibility and I never regretted that I did frenzied excitement, falls upon us with an usually plenteous harvest. These resources so. The children have long since come upon appalling deadness, a bustle at the gate, which also had an end and the man who had the stage of life as some of its brightest had been some time closed, drew my attention. scattered his money about him wherever ornaments. They have lived to enjoy greater It was followed by a murmur of voices. A there was need, and shared the bounty of his prosperity than ever fell to the lot of their strange and uncouth figure, bearing some luxurious table with the humblest of his benefactor. But they never forget the deed burden on his half naked shoulders, rushed neighbors, suddenly found that he had sowed which gave me a right to assume that title. wildly into the room, and placing it at the his seed on barren ground; that little They never were ashamed to relate it, nor will feet of Mrs. Browning, with an hysterical command indeed could he obtain over the they now blush to hear it recounted. E. M. L. laugh he fell senseless on the floor. purses of others who had showed so little But,' said the traveler, as he reached this prudence in the management of his own. In For the Rural Repository. part of his tale, the clouds I see are breaking fine Squire B's elegant mansion and away. I have little more to add. Hugh furniture were sold and he was forced to Mason, though spent with the superhuman retire to a small dwelling in the town of efforts by which he had accomplished a flight C where as he carried with him some of peril and unnatural sufferings, was soon articles that were liable' the harpies of the recovered; and some years after, when the law, as we unfortunate attornies are called, war path of the savage was grown over with still followed him. I had forgotten to mention blossom and verdure, the unusual strength one of the latest and most severe of poor which had stood him in such good stead, was B's misfortunes. His only son for exerted in removing the heavy covering of whom he had always showed a childish trees from the rich acres, which Adam fondness, and to establish whom at the South, Browning assigned him from his own broad domain, while Edward but you are waiting, and a long path is before us.'

on the roof.

CONVERSATION.-There is no engine by which we might do so much good, nor any by which we really do so little, as by conversation. There is not much enjoyment in conversation, without an equality of understanding.

เ

he had deeply involved himself, failed, and
the broken reed on which the old man had
leant in his distress-pierced him to the heart.
Let the reader but consider these facts and
he will enter into my melancholy, humiliating
feelings as I rode with the Sheriff towards the
residence of the devoted family. I left that
officer however before we reached the place,
and went up alone to the mansion as it wanted

MR. EDITOR,

HAVING seen in your paper some remarks derogatory to my reputation as a tobacco consumer and peaceable individual, I desire you to insert this explanation of what you have been pleased to assert. You express a wish that Dr. Ignatius Langworthy may forever hereafter smoke his pipe in peace,' thereby insinuating that I smoke pipes, and am habitually a quarrelsome person.

Now, sir, I insist upon it that the first of these insinuations is altogether unwarranted by fact. Pipes are my aversion. And they have been so ever since my younger days when Samuel Cynic contrived to load one for me with powder covered by a slight wadding of tobacco, which had nearly destroyed my eye sight in its explosion. I have always since entertained a decided dislike to masked batteries.

The only occasion when I have indulged
this practice of late years was a short time
since. My friends Cynic and Silverquill were
engaged in a game of chess, and I was looking
on, an interested spectator, when in popped
a gentlemen whose society is at no time very
pleasing to our trio. This person I had met
in foreign parts, in the capacity of Peter
Smith, Physiognomy Scraper, or, as the
vulgar have it, Barber and Hair Cutter. My
astonishment of course was great, when, upon
my arrival in this City, I was introduced to
Captain
of the Royal Army, and
recognized in him my quondam acquaintance,
Peter Smith. However, Peter, alias the
Captain, was very disagreeable in his repeated
intrusions upon our society, and at the time
alluded to, ways and means were devised to
rid ourselves of his presence. Finding he
disliked the fragrance of tobacco, we, each of
us, incontinently seized a pipe, whereupon
our British friend retreated faster than his
countrymen did at the battle of New Orleans.
The hint was taken from Col. Crockett's
manner of smoking out an opossum, to which
animal the valiant Captain bears a very
striking resemblance.

Omitting for the present any answer to your
charge that I am a quarrelsome person,
I remain your most obedient Servant,
IGNATIUS LANGWORTHY.

For the Rural Repository.
An Allegory.

bright but troubled eye, scanned the air with | beseech, with unremitting vigilance, your
ardent but varying glances. Suddenly a liglit passions-controlled, they are the genial heat
like the sun flashed out from the Heavens, that warms us along the way of life, ungov-
and Faith and Hope hailed with exulting erned, they are consuming fires.
Let your
songs the ascending Star of Bethlehem. strife be one of respectful attentions, and
Years rolled away and a stranger was seen conciliatory conduct. Cultivate with care the
in Jerusalem. He was a meek, and unassu-kind and gentle affections of the heart-plant
ming man, whose happiness seemed to consist not, but eradicate, the thorns that grow in
in acts of benevolence to the human race. your partner's path; above all let no feelings
There were deep traces of sorrow on his of revenge ever find harbor in your breast;
countenance, though none knew why he let the sun never go down upon your anger.
grieved, for he lived in the practice of every A kind word—an obliging action-if it be a
virtue, and was loved by all the wise and good.matter of trifling concern, and trifles are the
By and by it was rumored that the stranger things that generally are permitted to occupy
worked miracles, that the blind saw, the dumb the mind more than things of greater concern,
spake, and the dead leaped to life at his touch; has a power superior to the harp of David in
that when he commanded, the ocean mod-calming the billows of the soul.
erated its chafing tide, and the very thunders
articulated, he is the Son of God. Envy
assailed him with the charge of sorcery, and
the voice of impious judges condemned him
unto death, Slowly and thickly guarded, he
ascended the hill of Calvary. A heavy cross
bent him to the earth. But Faith leaned upon
his arm, and Hope, dipping her pinions in his
blood, mounted to the skies.

ADA B**

MISCELLANY.

Revenge is incompatible with happiness and religion. Let him whose heart, is black with malice and studious of revenge, walk in the fields while clad in verdure, and adorned with flowers to his eye there is no beauty, the flowers exhale no fragrance. Dark as his soul, nature is robed in the deepest sable.— The smile of beauty lights not up his bosom with joy-but the furies of hell rage in his breast and render him as miserable as he could wish the object of his hate.

But let him lay his hand on his heart and say, 'Revenge, I cast thee from me-Father,

THE subjoined beautiful extract, is from the pen of forgive me, as I forgive mine enemies'-and

Charles Miner, formerly and until recently, the editor of
the Westchester, (Penn.) 'Village Record.' The reader

may have seen it, but it cannot be too often read, or too
closely treasured in the memory.

Revenge.

nature will assume a new and delightful garniture. Then, indeed, are the meads verdant and the flowers fragrant-then is the Ir was night. Jerusalem slept as quietly music of the groves delightful to the ear, and amid her hills as a child upon the breast of ‘FATHER FORGIVE THEM.'-Go proud infidel the smile of virtuous beauty lovely to the soul. its mother. The noiseless sentinel stood like-search the ponderous tomes of heathen a statue at his post, and the philosopher's light learning-explore the works of ConfuciusA GOOD HIT.-Some persons being in burned dimly in the recesses of his chamber. examine the precepts of Seneca, and the conversation the other day on religious But a darker night was abroad upon the writings of Socrates-collect all the excel-subjects, one of them remarked that a certain earth. A moral darkness involved the nations lencies of the ancient and modern moralists, clergyman, who had long been the shepherd in its unenlightened shadows. Reason shed and point to a sentence equal to this simple of a flock, had become so haughty that he did a faint glimmering over the minds of men, prayer of our Saviour. Reviled and insulted-not know some of the members of his own like the cold and inefficient shining of a suffering the grossest indignities-crowned church, because they happened to be poor. distant star. The immortality of man's with thorns and led away to die! no annihispiritual nature was unknown, his relations to lating curse breaks from his tortured breast. Heaven undiscovered, and his future destiny Sweet and placid as the aspirations of a obscured in a cloud of mystery. mother for her nursling, ascends the prayer for mercy on his enemies. Father, forgive them.' Oh! it is worthy of its origin, and stamps with the brightest seal of truth that his mission was from heaven.

Acquaintances have you quarreled? Friends have you differed? If He, who was pure and perfect, forgave his bitterest enemies, do you well to cherish your anger?

Another observed that, he must be a singular shepherd not to know the sheep, of his own flock.' A little girl about 8 years old, who was present, busy at her play, replied. Mamma he ought to do as grand pa' used to do with his sheep-paint their noses.'-Portland Courier.

To complain that life has no joys while there is a single creature whom we can relieve by our bounty, assist by our councils, or enliven by our presence, is to lament the loss of that which we possess, and is just as rational as to die of thirst with the cup in our hands.

It was at this period that two forms of etherial mould hovered above the land of God's chosen people. They seemed sister angels sent to earth upon some embassy of love. The one was of majestic stature, and in the well formed limbs which her snowy drapery scarcely concealed, in her erect bearing, and steady eye, were exhibited the highest degree of strength and confidence. Her right arm was extended in an impressive gesture upward, where night appeared to have placed her darkest pavilion, while on her left, Husbands and wives, you have no right to reclined her delicate companion, in form and expect perfection in each other. To err is LITTLE evil is said of a man who has few countenance the contrast of the other, for the lot of humanity. Illness will render you or no pretensions to be praised: the reason she was drooping like the flower when sometimes petulent, and disappointments is, that revenge is scarce ever leveled but unmoistened by refreshing dews, and her ruffle the smoothest temper. Guard, I against superiority of merit,

Brothers, to you the precept is imperative! You shall forgive-not seven times, but seventy times seven.

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SMOKING.—' What harm is there in smoking || greetings with which friend hails friend! None, that I know of,' replied his companion, except that smoking induces drinking, drinking induces intoxication, intoxication induces the bile, bile induces the jaundice, jaundice leads || to dropsy, dropsy terminates in death. Put that into a bottle and smoke it.'

The Rural Repository.

SATURDAY, DECEMBER 21, 1833.

WINTER-We have not dared to venture a remark on the weather, it having been for several months past somewhat difficult to ascertain from it to which of the seasons it belonged. We have had Winter weather in Summer, and Summer in Winter. Now, the day opens with the chilling wind of the North and shines upon the frost garnished fields; and the sun sets upon a quiet and warm atmosphere. Again, the morning is mild and balmy as April, and the evening is ushered in with tempests and rain. Presently the snow begins to fall, the hills, the trees, and the valleys are overspread with its shining mantle, perhaps an adventurous sleigh is seen ploughing over the white flakes and the mud, and we rejoice in anticipation of the merry jingle of bells, the warm buffalo skin, and the magically moving vehicle, when, augh! bother!' the air is filled with sleet, the snow vanishes from the roads, the clouds are abruptly dissipated, and the jealous sun re-asserts his supremacy, spreading light and heat throughout the sky and air. Winter seems to have lost his hasty mood. At least, he has been in no hurry to exhibit his iron visage, and freezing touch; the flowers have faded, and the purple garment of the forest has been torn and scattered, the birds have departed, and the squirrels laid in their Winter store: indeed, nature like the eager combatant, has stript herself of her clothing, and prepared for the combat, ere the expected enemy made his appearance. What he has been about, whether exhausting his strength in trying to keep Captain Ross from the capital of his dominions, or resting satisfied with the exhibitions of his power he has already made, we are not credibly informed. Winter, however, with all its horrors, is not so disagreeable in reality as in anticipation. Necessity, the mother of all inventions, has forced men into the contrivance of divers amusements wherewith to combat the increased rigors of their situation. Shut up from any communion with external nature, and kept in a measure within doors, society furnishes food for itself, the relations of life are strengthened and the social feelings become more ardent and active. The cheerful

party consumes the long evening, and the more exciting ball disturbs the night with music and revelry. Hark to the sound of bells as they ring out cheerily upon the stillness of the air. The moon shines brightly upon plains of white, the trees look like spectres as they stretch their leafless but snow clad branches to the wind, and onward the sleighs dash with their happy burthens, rousing the cottager to view the passing train, and bringing out his dogs in anger at the jingling of the bells. The ice of the river is furrowed by multitudes of skaters, as they rush in every direction, and with matchless velocity over its polished surface. Where is there more happiness than in the country, buried and hemmed in as it is by the tyranny of Winter, and distant from the amusements of cities? The Winter evening at a farmer's fireside is not as intolerable as many would suppose. The log burns ruddily in the wide chimney, and the family are gathered around it. There sits the man of fourscore strong in his old age, and like the mountain top at sunset, reflecting from his countenance the light of health and joy. There too is the robust son, and the happy children, whose apples simmer before the fire, and busy as young squirrels in cracking the heaps of nuts which are piled up before them. The inspiring though simple beverage passes around the circle, cider, which || maketh the heart glad,' and is never absent from a farmer's board. The holidays too, who does not wish Winter to come for their sake? With what a shout of delight the enfranchized schoolboy rushes to his home, how goodly is the array of pies and cakes which every where meets the eye, how warm and generous are the

We of this green in our memory, the touching voice of the preacher,

country have additional sources of entertainment. Our reports of their proceedings, we find much to make time Congress and Legislatures convene, and in the interesting pass agreeably. Winter is the proper season for study. All lethargy is banished from the frame. The mind favorable to health. Its cold and bracing airs dissipate the becomes as clear as the atmosphere about it. It is also pestilential influences of Summer heat, purify the gross system, give appetite to the invalid, and moderate his feverish blood. They cool the hot pulse of sensuality, and thus elevate and refine the moral feelings. The man who lives in a region of ice and snow, where the skies above him are transparently clear in the freezing temperature, and the earth is iron beneath his feet, where the frost decorates every window glass with its mimic landscapes, and the mildest wind reddens the cheek, is a better man than when the dews of a warmer season drop upon his head, and the voluptuous breezes of a Summer evening

fan his brow.

DEATH OF ALFRED TAYLOR.-Altho' it is not our province or habit to chronicle the passing events of the time, we cannot neglect a notice of the death of the young man whose name heads this article. He had been so long known among us as a good citizen, an enterprizing and diligent mechanic, a dutiful son, and faithful husband, that his death by the ordinary course of disease, would have occasioned general and sincere sorrow. How greatly this has been augmented by the circumstances of his decease, the solemnity which overspread every face, as with a dark shadow upon the night when he lost his life; the Resolutions of all the Fire Companies in this City expressing their condolence with the bereaved relatives and raising funds for the support of the widow; the immence procession which followed his remains to the grave, will sufficiently

testify. His untimely and violent death awakened uni-
versal sympathy. Struck down in a moment from the
pinnacle of health and strength to the grave-torn from
the arms of his wife at midnight never to return save as a
mangled corpse-what heart but melts for his fate, and
what hand opens not to help the widow and the orphan
whose prop has been thus torn from them? Apart from
demands our aid. The fireman who, is found at his post,
the considerations which mere humanity urges, justice
exerting his strength and skill to suppress the conflagration,
is killed in the exercise of his duty, should have an equal
claim upon the public regard and bounty with the soldier
who perils his life in the field of battle, and the widow of
the fireman is as much entitled to the public support, as is
the soldier's widow to her pension. We were therefore
highly pleased both with the resolutions alluded to, and
the appearance of the Fire Companies with their white
scarfs at the Funeral, and the Church, where the Funeral
and that, we know they will consider a reward in itself.
Sermon was delivered They have discharged their duty,

hand-Christmas, so full of pleasant associations, presents,
CHRISTMAS.-The merry season of Christmas is near at
and pies. As good Christians it becomes us all to hail with
delight, and rationally to enjoy this popular festival. We
have frequently wondered that all religious denominations
do not unite in the celebration of this day. We commemo-
physical bondage and we do well. But we neglect the return
rate the birth day of a Washington, our saviour from
of that anniversary which commemorates the advent into
this degenerate world of a greater than Washington, of one
who accomplished our deliverance from spiritual bondage,
and sealed his holy doctrines and his blameless life with the
was himself the brightest exemplar of virtue and self denial,
costly sacrifice of his blood. Gratitude should impel us to
a different course. The Christmas should be distinguished
by joy on earth, as it is by hallelujahs of thanksgiving and
delight in Heaven. On that day all secular business should
be intermitted, the hum of trade should cease, dull care be
banished, and all men, of every name, nation, color and
degree should enter the temples of the living God, and
praise him for the gift he has bestowed upon us of one, so
eminently holy, so immaculate, so divine, even his own

Son.

We do not wish to be tedious upon the subject, but recollections with which it is connected, not to speak of its Christmas is so endeared to us by the thousand delightful holy character, that we become enthusiastic when thinking of it. The stirring chime of the bells we heard in our boyhood, the green decorations of the chapel, they are still

the high and solemn pealing of the organ ́ return to us
enjoy what we then enjoyed.
again, and we long to live our lives over that we may

we said about the pipes,' and beg his pardon. We were
Dr. Ignatius Langworthy handed us the communication
to which his signature is attached. We take back what
glad to see the Doctor again. He is a venerable looking
gentleman of the old school, and apparently over fifty years
of age.
He is welcome to our columns.
The communications of J. L. J.'' D. B.' and Roger'
are marked Pro Flamma.

Letters Containing Remittances, Received at this Office, ending Wednesday last, deducting the amount of Postage paid.

A. F. Bill, Trenton Falls, N. Y. $1,00; C. Vary, Ghent, $1,00; T. C. Sleeper, Mill Port, N. Y. $1,00; N. Johnson, N. Y. $1,00; L. Proctor, Auburn, N. Y. $1,00; N. Brown, Henrietta, N. Y. $3,00; H. M. Wells, Manchester, Vi. Richmondville, N. Y. $0,90; J. Jessup, P. M. Schodack Landing, N. Y. $1,00; C. S. Willard, Catskill, N. Y. $5,00; D. E. Tyler, Bern, N. Y. $0,90.

SUMMARY.

press a novel, founded on a popular occurrence that took Theodore Hook, author of Sayings and Doings,' has in place about a year since in a highly aristocratic family in England.

of October, 530.010 lbs. and in November, 528,299 lbs. The Louisiana Sugar Refinery turned out in the month making 1,158,309 lbs. refined sugar in two months. 130 hands are employed in the Refinery.

in Spain, named Pedro de Ponce, who died in 1584, is the
A Spanish Benedictine Monk, of the Convent of Sahagun,
first person who is recorded to have instructed the deaf
and dumb.

Boston, by a large majority. His competitor was William
Theodore Lyman was, on Monday, chosen Mayor of
Sullivan.

Gideon Lee, Esq. has been elected Mayor of the city of
New-York.

office of Judge of the United States Court, in his young Benjamiu Tappan, of Ohio, recently appointed to the days, it is stated, used to make journeymen's wages at TWELVE different trades.

A French Physician has reasonably established the fact, that cholera is produced by deleterous rice.

It is now said to be certain that the Barings and Rothschild have concluded to establish a Bank in Canada, but whether in the Upper or Lower Province does not appear sterling, and the business is to be transacted on the Scotch to be known. The capital is to be two millions of pounds principle.

MARRIED,

At Columbiaville, on the 30th ult. by the Rev. Mr. Stillman of this city, Mr. George Jutkins, of Bethlehem, to Miss Jane Lobdell, of the former place.

At the Friends Meeting House, in Chatham, on the 7th inst. Mr. Wesley Finch, to Miss Maria Coffin, daughter of the late Capt. Urial Coffin, all of the above place.

above place.
At Whately, Mass. on the 28th ult. by Chester Bardwell,
Esq. Mr. Selah W. Fox, to Miss Mary S. Woods, all of the

Mr. Morgan L. Fitch, to Miss Amanda R. Roberts, all of
the above place.
At Henrietta, on the 6th ult. by the Rev. W. J. Reese,

Smith, to Miss Louisa Utly, all of the above place.
On the 19th ult. by the Rev. Mr. Murray, Mr. Josiah

DIED,

In this city, on the 8th inst. Alfred Taylor, in the 23d year of his age. her age. On the 13th inst. Obed Bunker, in the 59th year of his age. On the 14th inst. Susana Doolittle, in the 77th year of

At Athens, on Saturday the 7th inst. Mason Benjamin, aged 53 years.

In Ghent, on the 27th ult. Mrs. Hannah White, formerly of Nantucket, in the 89th year of her age.

ORIGINAL POETRY.

For the Rural Repository.
Hope.

Hore cheats her votaries with delusive smiles,
Holds fair but mildewed flowers before her slave,

Points him to honor but to death beguiles,
Till in his shining goal he finds a grave.

Her voice is sweet with precious promises,
Her hands are full of rare and costly things,
Ambition gratified, riches, success,

Friendship and popularity she brings.

She kindles passion's strong and wasting fires,
Gives utterance to the lover's trembling tongue,
The warrior's burning bosom she inspires,
And animates with fire the poet's song.
The eager youth her mightiest impulse feels,
Visions of glory fill his aching brain,
With zeal untired he climbs fames Alpine hills,
To write his name and story in her fane.
But disappointment ever follows Hope,
With constant, shadow-like, tenacity;
Snatches away her overflowing cup,

And bids its tempting, empty bubbles fly.

For the Rural Repository.
Moonlight.

How still and pensive is the hour! the moon,
Fair Queen of Night, asserts her gentle sway,
And 'o'er the dark her silver mantle throws;'
The stars in her effulgence feebly shine-
The air is still; the wind has gone to sleep,
And half the world have wooed the couch of rest;
The couch of rest? How oft the couch of pain!
How many pangs by day concealed, are now
Freed from restraint and suffered to have way,
And oft bedew the sufferer's bed with tears!
But thou fair moon, how glorious is thy course
Thro' the expanse of ether-thro' the clouds
That strive with threatening looks to hide thy form!
How like the path of Virtue in this world,
Beset with envious tongues and hostile eyes,
Yet rising victor o'er their rage combined,

And brightening their meanness, even as thou
Sheddest thy splendor on the darkest mass.

'Tis said thou art unchaste *-how false the word!
Thou breathiest purity and innocence,

And calmest sensual passions all to rest.

I cannot look on thee and fail to feel

A glow like Heaven itself expand my mind,
And lift me o'er the lowly joys of Earth;
Oh I could watch thee in thy lonely way,
Even till the stars are lost in brighter beams,
And fair Aurora blushes in the East;
But I will leave thee; Nature asks repose,
And thou art stationed like a sentinel,

To guard the Earth on which thou seem'st to smile,
Spile on and bless us with thy kindly beams

That fades with waking memory, from the view

Of this mysterious thing we call the soul.

A very child again beside the brook,
I made my puny hand a cup to dip
Among the sparkling waters, where I took
Its hollow full, and brought it to my lip.
And oh! that cooling draught I still can taste,
And feel it in the spirit and the flesh :
"Tis like a fount, that in the desert waste
Leaps out, the weary pilgrim to refresh.
The spice of other days was borne along,
From shrub and forest, on the balmy breeze;
I heard any warbling wild bird's tender song
Come sweet and thrilling thro' the rustling trees.

All was restored, as in the sunny day,

When I believed my little, rural ground
The centre of the world, whose limits lay
Just where the bright horizon hemmed it round.
And she who was my sister then, but now

What she may be, the pure immortals know,
Who round the throne of the Eternal bow,
And bathe in glory veiled from all below.
But, she was there, who, with her riper years,
Once walked the guardian of my infant feet,
Drew from my hand the thorn, wiped off my tears,
And brought her flowers to deck our grassy seat.

I saw her cheek with life's warm current flushed,
Clung to the fingers that I used to hold,
Heard the loved voice that is forever hushed,
And felt the form that long ago was cold,

All I have been and known, in all the years
Since I was sporting in that cherished spot-
My hopes, my joys, my wishes and my tears,
As only dreamings, were alike forgot.

"Twas this that made my dream so blest and bright,
Made me the careless thing that I was then;
Yet, Time! I would not now reverse thy flight,
And risk the running of my race again.

The fairest joys that struck their roots in earth
I would not rear again, to bloom and fade!

I've had them once, in their ideal worth,

Their height I've measured, and their substance weigh'd.
Nor, those who sleep in peace, would I awake,

To have their hearts with time's delusions filled.
The seal that God has set I would not break,
Nor call the voice to lips that he has still'd.

And still, I love my dream-'twas very sweet
To be among my native hills again,
Where my light heart was borne by infant feet,
The careless, blissful creature I was then!
Whene'er I think of it, the warm tears roll,
Uncalled and unforbidden, down my cheek,
But not for joy nor sorrow. O, my soul!
Thy nature, power, or purpose, who can speak?

The Grave of the Twins.

BY MISS J. H. KINNEY.

ONE winding sheet enveloped them,
One sunny grave was theirs,
One soft, green plot of silken grass
Received their mother's tears;

And lightly did the night wind breathe
Their resting place above,

As if it feared to wake them from
Their sweet repose of love.

The rains came down, and forth there sprung,
One bright and early spring,

Two rose-buds on one slender stalk

And closely did they cling;
Yet never did they blossom there,

But all untimely shed

Their young leaves on that holy grave,
Meet emblems of the dead.

Lines by the Lake Side.

BY BISHOP DOANE.

THIS placid lake, my gentle girl,
Be emblem of thy life-
As full of peace and purity,

As free from storm and strife;
No ripple on its tranquil breast
That dies not with the day;
No pebble in its darkest depths,
But quivers in its ray.
And see, how every glorious form
And pageant of the skies,
Reflected from its glassy face,

A mirror'd image lies.

So be thy spirit, ever pure,

To God, to virtue given !
And thought, and word, and action, bear
The imagery of Heaven!

On seeing an Infant prepared for the
Grave.

BY MRS. L. H. SIGOURNEY.

Go to thy rest, my child,
Go to thy dreamless bed,
Gentle and undefiled,

With blessings on thy head.
Fresh roses on thy hand,

Buds on thy pillow laid,
Haste from this fearful land,

Where flowers so quickly fade..
Before thy heart had learned

In waywardness to stray,
Before thy young feet turned

The dark and downward way,
Ere sin had seared the breast,

Or sorrow woke the tear;
Rise to thy home of rest,

In yon celestial sphere.
Because thy smile was fair,
Thy lip and eye so bright,
Because thy cradle-care

Was such a fond delight,
Shall love, with weak embrace,
Thy heavenward wing detain ?
No! Angel, seek thy place

Amid Heaven's cherish'd train.

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The Will.

A STORY FOUNDED ON FACT.

BY MISS MARY RUSSELL MITFORD.

This was perhaps one reason for the number of beaux who fluttered round Constance. It puzzled and piqued them. They were unused to be of so little consequence to a young lady, and could not make it out. Another cause might perhaps be found in the splendid fortune which she inherited from her mother, and which even independently of her expectations from her father, rendered her the greatest match and richest heiress in the county.

NO. 16. limits of county gentility, (which, by the way, could hardly suspect its reality. She heeded are sufficiently arbitrary and exclusive) noth- admiration no more than that queen of the ing more is required in a beauty-whatever garden, the lady lily, whom she so much might be expected in a wife; fortune it is resembled in modest dignity: It played not, still less is it rank, and least of all around her as the sunny air of June around NOTHING in the whole routine of country accomplishments. In short, it seems to me the snow-white flower, her common and life seems to me more capricious and unac-equally difficult to define what is the requisite natural atmosphere. countable than the choice of a county beauty. and what is not; for, on looking back through Every shire in the kingdom, from Brobdig- twenty years to the successive belles of the nagian York to Lilliputian Rutland, can boast Bshire balls, I can not fix on any one of one. The existence of such a personage definite qualification. One damsel seemed to seems as essential to the well-being of a me chosen for gaiety and good-humor, a provincial community as that of a queen-bee in merry, laughing girl; another for haughtiness a hive; and, except by some rare accident, and airs; one because her father was hospiwhen two fair sisters for instance of nearly table, another because her mother was pleasequal pretensions appear in similar dresses ant; one became fashionable because related at the same balls and the same archery to a fashionable poet, whilst another stood meetings, you as seldom see two queens of on her own independent merits as one of the Brentford in the one society as the other. boldest riders in the hunt, and earned her Richard Lisle, her father, a second son of Dear cloetive monarch... and both tol- popularity at night by her exploits in the the ancient family of Lisle of Lisle-End, had erably despotic; but so far I must say for morning. been one of those men, born, as it seems, to the little winged people that one comprehends Among the whole list, the one who com- fortune, with whom every undertaking prosthe impulse which guides them in the choice manded the most universal admiration, and pers through a busy life. Of an ardent and of a sovereign far better than the motives seemed to me to approach nearest to the enterprising temper, he had mortally offended which influence their brother-insects, the common notion of a pretty woman, was the his father and elder brother, by refusing to beaux; and the reason of this superior sagac-high-born and graceful Constance Lisle.- take orders and to accept in due season the ity in the lesser swarms is obvious. With Besides being a tall, elegant figure, with family livings, which time out of mind had them the election rests in a natural instinct, finely chiseled features and a pale but deli- been the provision of the second sons of an unerring sense of fitness, which never cate complexion, relieved by large dark eyes their illustrious house. Rejected by his fails to discover with admirable discrimination full of sensibility, and a profusion of glossy, relations, he had gone out as an adventurer the only she who suits their purpose; whilst black hair, her whole air and person were to India, had been taken into favor by the the other set of voluntary subjects, the eminently distinguished by that undefinable head-partner of a great commercial house, plumeless bipeds, are unluckily abandoned look of fashion and high breeding, that married his daughter, entered the civil service to their own wild will, and, although from indisputable stamp of superiority, which, for of the Company, been resident at the court long habits of imitation almost as unanimous want of a better word, we are content to call of one native prince and governor of the as the bees, seem guided in their operation style. Her manners were in admirable keep-fortified territory of another, had accumulated by the merest caprice, the veriest chance, ing with her appearance. Gentle, gracious, wealth through all the various means by and select their goddess, the goddess of and self-possessed, courteous to all and which in India money has been found to make beauty, blindfold-as the blue coat boys draw, courting none, she received the flattery to or used to draw, the tickets in a lottery. which she had been accustomed from her Nothing is so difficult to define as the cradle as mere words of course, and stimucustomary qualification of the belle of a lated the ardor of her admirers by her calm country assembly. Face or person it cer- non-notice, infinitely more than a finished tainly is not; for take a stranger into the coquette would have done by all the agaceries room, and it is at least two to one but he of the most consummate vanity. will fix on twenty damsels prettier than the county queen; nor, to do the young gentlemen justice, is it fortune or connexion; for, so as the lady come within the prescribed

money, and finally returned to England a widower, with an only daughter, and one of the largest fortunes ever brought from the gorgeous East.

Very different had been the destiny of the family at home. Old Sir Rowland Lisle (for

the name was to be found in one of the Nothing is commoner than the affectation earliest pages of the Baronetage) an expenof indifference. But the indifference of Miss sive, ostentatious man, proud of his old Lisle was so obviously genuine, that the most ancestry, of his old place, and of his old superficial coxcomb that buzzed around her" English hospitality, was exactly the man to