answer beyond the provoking yes, and that became so very malapropos, that Isabelle ceased to converse, and made up her mind that Alice was the most stupid ill-natured creature that ever existed, and as her thoughts were diverted by her resentment from the cause of her wakefulness, she soon followed the example of Alice, and dropped asleep.

6

Morning brought no increase of serenity to Isabelle. I know,' said she, the first question mamma will ask me, is who I danced with.' She was mistaken, however. Mrs. Selwyn saw something was wrong, and was careful not to add any new cause of disturbance. The breakfast was joyless and silent; at length the fond mother could no longer suppress her curiosity, and with many a fond endearment she inquired if she enjoyed the evening. No, I'm sure I did not,' said Isabelle, 'it was completely stupid, parties are detestable. I never desire to go to another.' And you, Alice?' are you too sick of parties?'

6

If I have such a stupid time this evening, I am determined I never will go to another party,' said Isabelle.

'It was not that,' said the young lady.
At any rate, love, you must go to-night,
it wont do to send an apology.'

your dress did not suit you; is there any country as you perceive; I don't know where
thing you want?'
she picked her up, on the way side I suppose,
where she was growing among brambles and
bushes. I brought her with me last night,
but I imagine nobody even thought her
pleasant looking,' as she was not invited to
dance all the evening, and not a gentleman
spoke to her; perhaps, you will be knight
errant enough to ask her to dance this evening.'
· I have, already,' said Moreton, she is
engaged to me the next cotillions.'

Isabelle had no serious thoughts of not
going, but she now perceived she might make
a merit of the matter, and strenuously
protested nothing should induce her to go.

Why, how singular it will look,' said the
mother; and then there is your new blond
gauze, you would be sorry if any one came
out in just such a one before you wear it.'
'If they did,' said the young lady, I never
would wear it.'

Me? O no, I enjoyed the evening very stupid an evening as the oue before, Alice much.' must get somebody else to wait upon her. Again evening arrived, and the two young ladies went through the process of dressing for the ball; Isabelle in her blond and white satin, made in the newest taste, and admirably suited to her fine figure; while Alice meekly unfolded her white muslin dress, shook it,

Don't say so, darling,' said the fond mother, you know Alice depends on seeing a little of the world.'

• Then you must show it to her yourself,' and begged Isabelle to observe how nice she said Isabelle, sullenly.

had kept it; It really does not look as if I It is out of the question for me to go into had worn it.' Isabelle could not resist a company, the doctor has forbid my taking the glance of intelligence at Becky, who simpered evening air.' in return. Mrs. Selwyn entered when they 'Don't think of me,' said Alice; it is all were drest, and put a little morocco case into new to me, I can be happy any where.'

Isabelle looked surprised; but immediately added, How considerate of you: mother wiH be much obliged.'

Moreton not only danced with Alice himself, but introduced others; and, to her surprise, she found herself engaged again and again. Who that has been initiated in fashionable circles is ignorant of the power of patronage; from the first moment of Moreton's taking Alice out, her fortune, for the evening, was made. She had none of the awkwardness of a rustic-reading, and a good education had given her a proper reliance on herself, and the confidence and good will of her family, and circle of friends, had led her to expect kindness from others.

This happy reliance, which may be truly said to be the birthright of the young and innocent, had protected her from many an offensive weapon, hurled at her by Isabelle. She sometimes thought her blunt, but she could not, for a moment, believe that she designed any rudeness; and what confirmed her in this belief was, that she often replied to her mother just as she did to herself.

The morning after this ball was a cheerful Alice's hand, containing a pair of neat pearl one. Isabelle confessed that she enjoyed the ear-rings; but alas! her ears had never been evening. I knew you would,' said her bored, and they could not be exhibited; the mother; 'tell me, Alice, how did Isabelle pin, however, that accompanied them was look after she got there?' placed in her bosom, and with a heart overflowing with gratitude to Mrs. Selwyn, and perfectly contented with her own dress, because hardly bestowing a thought upon it, she entered the splendid drawing-room of Mrs. Wood.

Perhaps, owing to the charm of novelty, there was something really attractive in the simplicity of Alice's appearance; at least, so thought Moreton, who was one of the gentlemen ushers, and offered her his arm when she entered, hoped she took no cold the evening before, and then turned to Isabelle, who received him but half graciously. As a fashionable, however, his attentions could not be dispensed with, and she so far compromised her resentment at his neglect the evening before, as to engage herself to him the first cotillions.

Very well,' said Alice, she always looks

well.'

This very well could not satisfy a beauty, and she said, 'I presume Alice was too much taken up with herself to admire me.'

You are laughing at me,' replied Alice; 'no, I was not taken up with myself, but, as I danced several times, I could not give you my undivided observation, as I did the evening before.'

I am glad you found partners, Alice,' said Mrs. Selwyn.

I took care of that,' said Isabelle, consequentially. I spoke to Moreton when I first went in; indeed, I made it a condition, if I danced the first set of cotillions with him, he should dance the second with Alice.'

It was very good of you, Isabelle,' said Alice, coloring a little; but I am really disappointed, for I thought his asking me 'Who is that pleasant looking girl you have proceeded from his own kindness.' with you?' said Moreton.

It may be doubted whether she drew any inferences, for her mind was not calculated for much reflection: perhaps, however, she did wonder that Alice without a single fashionable advantage should have returned so happy, and Isabelle with all, so miserable. When Alice left the room, Mrs. Selwyn Her name is Jones,' replied Isabelle; she said, in a conciliating tone, Perhaps, Isabelle, is a protegee of my mother's, fresh from the

'You strangely mistake terms, excuse me,' said Isabelle; instead of kindness, you should say politeness.'

And so,' said Isabelle, to perpetuate that || don't you tell James not to ask her to come agreeable remembrance, you have invited down; she never comes down without she is their daughter here; it is certainly not the sent for.' most pleasant memento to me; but, I suppose it is according to scripture, that the sins of the parents should be visited upon the children. But, I wish to know how much longer she is to stay?'

• Charming fortunes, I suppose you mean; think them very ordinary looking girls.' 'As to external appearance, you must not make yourself the standard, Isabelle; but as girls go, they are quite tolerable.'

'Well, I must dress,' exclaimed the young lady, for Frank, and poor Ann Moreton, are coming this morning to look over my new collection of pictures that my brother sent; I wish to heaven there was any way of getting rid of Alice; she will engross the conversation; I shall not be able to get a word in edgeways. Can't you go and ride this morning, mamma, and invite her to go with you?'

Mrs. Selwyn opened the window and put her hand out; 'It is an east wind; you know I am forbid going out when the wind is east ;|| but I can ask her to come and sit with me in my room.'

"That will look too particular,' said Isabelle; but it is very provoking to have any body always in the way.'

So should I, too,' said her brother. 'O,' exclaimed Alice, I have not told you half it contains yet.'

I hope to heavens,' said Miss Selwyn, we are not to be regaled any further with an So it is,' said Mrs. Selwyn; but why || inventory of your grandmother's furniture.'

·

No, certainly,' said Alice, her face and neck blushing the deepest scarlet; I ought to ask pardon for what I have said; but the thought of home, of my parents- She stopped, attempted to laugh, and burst into

tears.

Alice, however, with her handkerchief to her eyes, made her way to the door; it was closed, and Moreton passed her and opened it. When he returned, there was a cloud upon his brow, and no one spoke. At length, Isabelle said, Who would have thought of such an affair? if there is any thing on earth I hate, it is scenes. Miss Jones has a great fondness for them; she is a complete actress.' There was no acting here,' said Moreton, it was pure nature.'

return home. I have had just enough || ton, with a ready bow, and overflowing quiver. experience,' said she, in her letter, to The apocalyptic writer describes a gaunt convince me that there is no place like home. warrior, on a pale horse, with Hell at his It is all elegant and splendid here; but I want back; and that warrior is Death. A shadow those good offices that arise from affection; haunts us from our mother's breast to the let me once more be with you and my father, sepulchre; and that shadow is Death.

My dear Alice' said Ann Moreton, with and in the midst of my family; once more Why has Death been regarded a dark and a voice of sympathy. hear my dear little nephews and nieces call evil angel? He severs spirit from flesh, but for Aunt Alice; once more feel that I am how know we that our condition is not beloved, with all my faults, and I shall be bettered by the dissolution? Till we know happy.' But, though Mrs. Selwyn did not the results of his agency, why brand him as dare confess it to her daughter, Alice had an ambassador from the Pit! Would it not been invited for a stipulated time, and all the be as wise, would it not be more philosophic advantages represented, of society, acquain-because more conducive to happiness, that we tance with the world, &c. to induce her should consider him a ininister from Heaven? parents to consent. The arrangement was That we should regard him as a skillful and for six months, not much more than half that benevolent leech, administering unpleasant time had expired, and both Mr. and Mrs. medicine, but restoring health and bliss?— Jones thought it was a fit of home-sickness That we should look upon him as the Spring, the budding, fragrant Spring which succeeds the Winter of Life, rather than consider Time a Summer of which Death is the icy desolating termination?

'I dare say,' said Ann, she is a little that would pass away; they, therefore, merely home-sick.' replied, that they were as impatient as herself, 'If she is,' said Isabelle, 'I don't know of for the period to arrive when she might any force that compels her to stay.' return; and, in the mean time, begged her to improve every advantage that her situation afforded, as it was the last time they could part with her for such a visit.

The conversation took a different turn; Miss Selwyn exerted herself to be agreeable; and, before they separated, Moreton had almost forgot her sin against Alice. Not so his sister. She said, in a gentle tone, as they walked home,Frank, are you too much in love, to see any faults in the woman you

"Yes,' said Moreton; she has so much natural good sense, that I am convinced she will do that for herself that she never had a judicious mother to do for her.'

I have only one question more to ask,' said Ann, are you irretrieveably engaged?'

No,' replied he; I must feel more confidence; this horrible warfare must cease between my judgment and affection, before I commit myself. But, how beautiful she is, and so full of spirit and animation! there is no still life about her; she has the keenest feelings, the most irritable sensibility.'

Let us not talk on this subject, brother,' said Ann, you have already relieved my heart of a burden.'

It would have been difficult, perhaps, for Isabelle to have defined her own sensations; but, every day her dislike to Alice increased; not a word she uttered but seemed full of design; if she spoke to Moreton on any subject, Miss Selwyn was sure to perceive that she was trying to ingratiate herself in his good opinion. With all the enjoyment that Alice derived from other society, and the apparent kindness of Mrs. Selwyn, Isabelle's conduct became quite insupportable, and she wrote to her mother to request she might

When Alice received the letter, it was a heavy disappointment; but she felt the folly of repining at what was unavoidable, and determined to make the best of her situation. Advantages,' thought she, I certainly have, that I cannot obtain at home, though not just what my mother means. I might live there a thousand years, and not go through one day of such discipline as I constantly endure here.' She laid down, for herself, her rule of conduct, and while she meant carefully to avoid giving Isabelle any unnecessary cause of irritation, she also determined to act naturally, express her own feelings and opinions, converse with Moreton or any one else that she was disposed to, and on those subjects most congenial to her taste and education. Hitherto she had been restrained by the sarcasms of the young lady from indulging the full flow of her own mind; but it seemed as if a new era had taken place in her character; when called upon for her opinion she gave it fearlessly and with promptitude; and Isabelle's natural good sense led her to discover that Alice was much better informed than herself.

But why apply the term Death to the cessation of our physical functions? When the heart is still and the lips move not, and the eye is glazed, why say the man is dead? Man is a compound being, but the analysis of that compound into its constituent parts does not involve their destruction. Man is a spiritual being, and can the spirit be affected by the alteration of matter? There is what must survive.' When I see a leaf fall, when I see a rose, a rich, odorous rose, wilted; methinks, I see Death. I mourn; for the leaf will never be gathered to its parent stem, and the rose will be beautiful no more.

How interesting is the subject I have chosen-The Life to come. No other topic, of spiritual consideration, has received from men the attention this has secured. It has been of universal and all absorbing interest. Men have sought to penetrate the future, to determine the destinies of the deathless spirit, to portray the unrevealed scenes and deeds of eternity. Some have pretended to communications from the omniscient, and they write eloquently of a land with thrones and cities of gold and gardens of unchanging bloom, and harpers, and houries, but they differ among themselves, and absurdity may be traced upon all their claims. The great source of our interest is the inscrutable mystery with which all beyond the grave is veiled. Curiosity, baffled at every avenue, has become inconceivably ardent, for curiosity, the less successful, is the more persevering. In vain we cry, oh that some courteous ghost would blab it out! No courteous ghost has blabbed it out, nor is there a prospect that any ever will. Conjecture hovers over the unknown and unmeasured gulf, but returns Men talk of Death. Essayists prose of unsatisfied and with a weary wing. We stand Death. Poets paint him as a clattering skele-by the couch of a dying man, we catch his

[To be Continued.]

COMMUNICATIONS.

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The Life to Come.

READER, where is there a subject worthier
of thy thought? Does science, or literature,
does any important event of this life, demand
such weighty reflection, as the life to come ?

thoughts, we perceive his mind in his eye, in || presence we have taken exquisite delight. || not notice it, till their sentiments were but his lip, in his features, and then, he becomes And when our friends are grasped by the the enfeebled echoes of transatlantic praises : lifeless, and we bend over the callous clay, cold hand of death, and carried hence to be for Britain first taught us to estimate the and fatigue ourselves with wondering where here no more, their memory is preserved, worth of our novelist, as she has since taught his spirit is. Our bodies also must be sweetened and cherished by our evening us properly to appreciate his afterworks; and tabernacled in dust, the worms will carouse reflections. It is then that we can contemplate shown our novelist how and why he failed in upon our forms, 'tis denounced against us,' and admire the heavenly influence of religion some of them. She received him with but where shall we wander? To what recep- upon our own hearts and upon the world-courtesy and treated him with candor; while tacle of being shall we be transferred? Will meditate on future glory and long to leave we at first neglected or derided his early we inhabit some solitary star, which is now this abode of sin and mingle with the more efforts, and have ridiculously lauded his latter. brightening a distant part of the universe? or blessed spirits around the throne. It fits us will we tenant a spiritual mansion, and be no for our evening devotions, for the slumbers more affected by objects of sight, or hearing, of the night, and prepares us for the business or sense, unsusceptible to the music of voice of the coming day. E. S. P. and harp, to beauty and to pleasure? Shall our intellectual strength and treasures be invigorated and enlarged, until we eclipse the angels in stature and glory? The tree of knowledge,

'Was a lying tree-for we know nothing. At least it promised knowledge at the price

Of Death-but knowledge still: but what knows man?'

Our existence, the permission of evil, Death, so called, the character of God, all are mysterious now, but we expect their developement in the life to come. Is it wonderful that we should regard the period of these disclosures with wakeful, intense interest?

But let not this interest be cast upon the waters in vain? It is the duty of every rational man to prepare for his exit from the world. Let that man tremble, who refuses obedience to reason and conscience. They are the representatives of the wisdom and the goodness of the Deity. They hold the citadel of the mind and the heart. How potent is their voice, when sin tempts, and passion storms. With what certainty do they conduct to honor and happiness. We are safe then in following their guidance-It has blessed us in this life, and as the spirit changes not in death, will it not bless us in the Life to come? Y.

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Evening.

THERE is a peculiar sweetness, in our evening contemplations. When the day has passed the bustle of the town is o'er-and the canopy of Heaven is illumined by a thousand brilliant tapers-when the resplendant moon is stalking forth in all its majesty, decked in its richest jewels, throwing its silver mantle o'er the earth-when the king of day is hid by yonder mountain-then is the sweetest moment for reflection afforded by our transient life. Our hearts are then open to the contemplation of nature. We review the day that has just closed and bring back fresh to our memories the scenes that have awaited us. Our thoughts pass to some friend dearer than our own lives with whom we have spent days and weeks-with whom we have held sweet communion, and in whose

BIOGRAPHY.

The Spy' followed; and much as it is now justly esteemed, the publisher at first found it almost a dead weight on his hands. But again the British critics perceived, acknowledged, and enforced the merits of this work also; and their decided commendation was decisive with us. We shall not enter into the James Fennimore Cooper, Esq. respective merits of his works; but it may THE return of this distinguished novelist to be interesting to know the order and time of his native country, after so long an absence, the publication of each of his works. Thus and the anticipatory pleasure his admirers Precaution was published the first, but date have in his forth-coming work, The Heads-not known; 2d. The Spy was published in men,' may add to the esteem in which he is 1821; 3d, Pioneers, 1823; 4th, Pilot, 1824; held among us; and may warrant a brief 5th, Sir Lionel Lincoln, 1825; 6th, Last of notice of him. the Mohicans, 1826; 7th, Prairie, 1827; 8th, Red Rover, 1828; 9th, Notes of a Traveling Bachelor, 1829; 10th, Wept-of-the-Wishtonwish, 1830; 11th, Water Witch, 1881; 12th, Bravo, 1832; 13th, Heidenmauer, 1832; and 14th, soon, The Headsman of Berne,' by Carey & Co. of this city. These works have been translated into most of the modern languages of Europe; and are welcomed into every library.

Cooper is a native of New-Jersey, having been born in 1788, at Burlington, on the Delaware, where his father then resided, but from which the family soon on afterwards removed. His father, William Cooper, was a native of Bucks county, Penn. and had been taught, and practised the trade of a cabinet maker, till his removal to the state of N. York, where his acquisition of land and wealth procured him the acquisition of Mr. Cooper was formerly our Consul at influence and of office: for he became a Lyons, and lately our Charge d'Affaires at judge in his neighborhood, the banks of the Paris.-Philadelphia Sentinel. Otsego lake-graphically described by his son

MISCELLANY.

Arabian Horses.

His early education was superintended by the Rev. M. Donald, of Cooperstown; but he was soon placed under the tuition of When the Arab falls from his mare, and is the present President of Union College at unable to rise, she will immediately stand still Schenectady-preparatory to his being admit- and neigh until assistance arrives. If he lies ted into Yale College. Having passed through down to sleep, as fatigue often compels him, his studies there with credit, he entered into in the midst of the Desert, she stands watchful the merchant service-and made some coast- over him, and neighs and rouses him if either ing voyages, and it is said some foreign; man or beast approaches. An old Arab had but in what capacity, we have not ascertained. a valuable mare that had carried him for fifteen The merchant service of the sea not being years in many a hard fought battle, and many a consonant to the ardency of his feeling or rapid weary march; at length, eighty years old, the emulation of his mind, he procured aand unable longer to ride her, he gave her and warrant as midshipman in the navy; but ita scimitar, that had been his father's, to his does not appear that he either rose or sought eldest son, and told him to appreciate their to rise higher; although it is evident that value, and never lie down to rest until he had in that station he had rendered himself rubbed them both as bright as a looking-glass. conversant with nautical science and subjects. In the first skirmish in which the young man Disliking the inactive service consequent was engaged he was killed, and the mare fell upon the peace of 1815, he returned home; into the hands of the enemy.-When the news and commenced his career of authorship-reached the old man, he exclaimed that, life fortunately striking out for himself a new path was no longer worth preserving, for he had to fame and profit; but unfortunately finding ||lost both his son and his mare, and he grieved his first work, Precaution,' almost stillborn for one as much as the other,' and he from the apathy of his countrymen-who did immediately sickened and died.

Man, however, is an inconsistent being. The Arab who thus lives with and loves his horses, regarding them as his most valuable treasure sometimes treats them with a cruelty scarcely to be believed, and not at all to be justified. The severest treatment which the English race-horse endures is gentleness compared with the young Arabian. Probably the filly has never before been mounted; she is led out, her owner springs on her back, goads her over the sand and rocks of the desert at full speed for fifty or sixty miles without one moment's respite. She is then forced steaming and panting, into water deep enough for her to swim. If immediately after this, she will eat as if nothing had occurred, her character is established, and she is acknowledged to be a genuine descendant of the Kochtani breed. The Arab is not conscious of the cruelty which he thus inflicts. It is an invariable custom, and custom will induce us to inflict many a prank on those who, after all, we love.

Ibrahiin, a poor and worthy Arab, unable to pay a sum of money which he owed was compelled to allow a merchant of Rama to become a partner with him in a valuable mare. When the time came he could not redeem his pledge to this man, and the mare was sold. Her pedigree could be traced on the side of sire and dam for full five hundred years. The price was three hundred pounds, an enormous sum in that country. Ibrahim went frequently to Rama to inquire after his mare; he would embrace her, wipe her eyes with his handkerchief,-rub her with his shirt sleeves, and give her a thousand benedictions during the whole hours that he remained talking to her. My eyes! would he say to ber. My soul! my heart! must I be so unfortunate as to have thee sold to so many masters, and not keep thee myself? I am poor, my antelope! I brought thee up in my dwelling as my child. I did never beat nor chide thee; I caressed thee in the proudest manner. God preserve thee, my beloved! thou art beautiful, thou art lovely, God defend thee from envious eyes!'

THE GOLD WATCH.-I have now in my hand a gold watch, which combines embellishment and utility in happy proportions, and is usually considered a very valuable appendage to the person of a gentleman. Its hands, face, chain, and case, are of chased and burnished gold. Its gold seals sparkle with the ruby, the topaz, the sapphire, the emerald. I open it, and find that the works, without which this elegantly chased case would be a mere shell-those hands motionless-and these figures without meaning, are made of brass. I investigate further, and ask, what is the spring, by which all these works are put in motion, made of? I am told that it is made of steel. I ask

THE HISTORY OF CHARLEMAGNE.-The history of this celebrated monarch, by G. P. R. James, is intended as the first of a series of lives of the great men of France, and is the sixty-ninth number of Harper's Family Library.

SKETCHES OF TURKEY IN 1831 AND 1832.-The

Messrs. Harpers have also published a most interesting and instructive volume of travels with the above title. The following amusing extract shows the ignorance of foreigners respecting America and Americans;

with her feathers, bow and quiver, and hence the idea has

what is steel? The reply is that it is iron,
which has undergone a certain process. So
then I find that the main spring, without which
the watch would be motionless, and its hands,
figures, and embellishments but toys, is not
of gold, that is not sufficiently good-nor of
brass, that would not do-but of iron. Iron
is, therefore, the only precious metal; and
this gold watch is an apt emblem of society.
Its hands and figures, which tell the hour,
resemble the master spirits of the age, to
whose movements every eye is occasionally
'No pictures are more frequent in Turkey, than those
directed, Its useless but sparkling seals, vile coloured French prints, emblematical of the four
sapphires, rubies, topazes and embellish-quarters of the globe. In these, of course, America figures
ments, the aristocracy. Its works of brass been adopted that we, as Americans, must necessarily wear
the middle classes, by the increasing intelli-these ornaments and arms. A friend, who has just returned
gence and power of which the master spirits
of the age are moved; and its iron main
spring, shut up in a box, constantly at work,
but never thought of, except when it is
disordered, or wants winding up, symbolizes
the laborious classes, which are ignorantly
N. W. Thomas, P. M. Rose Valley, N. Y. $2,00; J. S.
and superciliously miscalled the lower classes, Lockwood, Portland, N. Y. $0.75; B. Spring, P. M. Gay-
which like the main-spring, are wound up by E. Stone, Acra, N. Y. $1,00; A. M. Mills, Mottville, Ms.
head, N. Y. $1,00; T. G. Yeomans, Walworth, N. Y. $1,00
the payment of wages; which classes are shut $1,00; W. Pool, East Abington, Ms. $1,00; A. Webb,
South Rutland, N. Y. $1,00; L. F. Whitney, West Avon,
up in obscurity, and though constantly at N. Y. $1,00; E. Risby, Fredonia, N. Y. $1,00; A. Eaton,
Troy, N. Y. $1,00; L. H. Nichols, Canajoharie, N. Y.
work, and absolutely necessary to the move-$5,00; J. T. Merrill, South Lee, Ms. $1,00; B. T. Hoxie,
ments of society, as the iron main-spring is
to the gold watch, are never thought of except
when they require their wages, or are in some
want or disorder of some kind or other.

from Russia, informs me, that at Moscow, he was asked in a large circle, where he was introduced as an American,

to put on his real dress, and appear there the next evening with his paint, bow and arrows.' p. 323.

Letters Containing Remittances, Received at this Office, ending Wednesday last, deducting

the amount of Postage paid.

Di Osband, A. Ward, M. Aldrich & S. V. Mallory, each $1,00, Macedon Center, N. Y. $5,00; D. H. Wellington, Troy, N. Y. $3,00; P. Mowry, Nelson, N. Y. $1,00; Walter C. Helme, Gilboa, N. Y. $1,00; Uriah L. Davis, Spencertown, N. Y. $1,00.

SUMMARY.

In this city, on Thursday evening, the 3d inst. by the Rev. Mr. Whittaker, Mr. Leonard Winslow to Mrs Abigail Ranney, all of this place.

At Austerlitz, on the 30th ult. by the Rev. Mr. Osborn, Mr. Elijah Whitney, to Miss Cornelia L. Pratt, daughter of Erastus Pratt, Esq.

In Stockport, on Saturday the 21st ult. by the Rev. Mr. Sturges, Mr. Stephen Mercer, to Miss Mary Carter, all of

DIED,

MISS EDGEWORTH'S WORKS.-The seventh vol- that place. In Claverack, on the 2d inst. Mr. Henry R. Curtiss, of ume of the stereotype edition of Miss Edge-East Abington, Mass. to Miss Saiome H. Studley, of worth's tales and novels has just been issued from Claverack, N. Y. the press of the Messrs. Harpers, New-York. Its contents are Leonora,' A Series of Letters' In this city, on Friday the 4th inst. Mr. James Sharp, and Patronage.' Two volumes more will aged 38 years. On the 3d inst. Harriet A. Noyes, aged 24 years. complete the publication of the works of this Lately, at Sidney, N. B. Tunis Rephenbark, aged 103. He was one of the combatants engaged under the walls of deservedly popular writer. Quebec, when Wolfe and Montcalm fell,