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But the low wall's contracted bound
The Ivy's amorous folds entwine,
To deck the blest retreat combine.
The Lilac, child of frolic May,
There flings her fragrance to the breeze;
Laburnums wave in graceful ease.
How sweetly blooms the blushing Rose!
The Willow's bending form bestows.
The modest mansion rears its head,
No giddy throngs its peace invade;
No "stores beneath its humble thatch,"
Like Edwin's," ask a master's care;
Receives the lonely swain or fair.
Are lines of mystic import seen;
And many a glowing verse between.
'Tis here, at morn or dewy eve,
In meditative mood reclined,
And shut the door on all mankind.
Full many a tome's neglected weight,
Here, page by page, mine eyes survey;
And many a youthful poet's lay;
Or rude commotions, sore molest,
And here I fly for peace and rest.
'Tis then I bid the world farewell-
In which my soul delights to dwell. Miss Pyefinch was charmed with tion offered, finally concluded that this production of my cousin's muse; the whole was merely a flight of the only thing that puzzled her was, fancy, or, as she phrased it, "a whereabouts this nice little retreat poetic fiction." could possibly be situated, as memory The period was now rapidly aprefused to supply her with any edifice proaching when it was thought ad. about the grounds at all answering visable that I should be removed the description given. Sir Oliver from Westminster to the University, indeed hazarded a suggestion, but I was turned of eighteen, tall and the fair Sappho was highly scanda- active, and furnished with a suffilized at the bare insinuation, and cient quantum of Greek and Latin to most indignantly rejecting the solu- make my debút among those classic
scenes, without any violent appre- her eyes, and remained obstinately hension of a failure. Colonel Staf- blind to what was perfectly apparent ford had been some time in England; to every one else, and fondly flathis constitution, originally not a tered herself that the increasing strong one, had been much injured debility of her husband might be by the exertions, privations, and fa- successfully combated by quiet, his tigues, necessarily attendant on a native air, and the soothing attendesultory and protracted series of tions of conjugal affection. Her campaigns; of late, too, the mode of hopes were groundless; the hectic warfare had begun to assume a more on his cheek became, it is true, more decided character, and the “ march- vivid, but it contrasted painfully ings and counter-marchings” were with the sallow paleness of the rest now, as the plans of the great com- of his countenance, while a short dry mander who directed the operations cough, and his attenuated form, changed from the offensive to the evinced but too surely that his stadefensive, interspersed with skir- mina were affected, if not reduced. mishes and actions, dangerous in the The symptoms were but too proextreme during their progress, though phetic; as spring (the third since his ever glorious in their results. Fre- return) advanced, his inability to quently exposed, from the nature of contend against disease became daily his official situation on the staff, to more evident, till early in the fatal the hottest fire of the enemy, and month of May, a month so critical to urged by the innate gallantry of a invalids, my dear father resigned his disposition rather impetuous than upright and honourable spirit into prudent, into dangers which he the hands of Him who gave it. might perhaps without discredit My poor mother was overwhelmed have avoided; still the “sweet little with the most profound grief by this cherub that sits up aloft,” seemed melancholy event, the more so, as to watch over my father's safety although of late the conviction had with unwearied vigilance. Often been forced upon her, that Colonel was the weapon levelled by man, Stafford was in a rapidly declining but Heaven averted the ball; and state, still she had never contemwith a single exception, he came out plated the probability of so sudden of every conflict scathless and unin- a dissolution of those ties which jured. It was not till after his re- formed the principal joy of her exturn to England, whither he was at istence. It was done, however. length despatched with the official Those ligaments of the soul which accounts of the battle of ---, and bound her to an adored and adoring his subsequent retirement into the husband, were at length severed ; bosom of his family, that the ravages and till their reunion in a future made in his health, by his long con- world, I was the only object to tinued subjection to the hardships which she was now to look for comof a military life, passed under the fort and support. My father's death inauspicious combinations of an ac- had been so sudden, th I had baretive enemy and an ungenial climate, ly time to reach home, from Christ were fully apparent. A wound, too, Church, of which I was now a memoriginally of a trivial nature, as his ber, in order to receive his blessing. friends had been taught to believe, He died like a Christian, calm, fearbut which had never been entirely less, and resigned, with his latest healed, now joined to occasion alarm breath commending my mother to to his friends, and to give a charac- my care. Years have since rolled ter to other symptoms which be- on, but the moment is fresh as ever tokened a sure, though gradual de. in my memory.—May I never forget cay, Mrs Stafford, for a while, shut it!
THE INDIAN'S REVENGE.
But by my wrongs, and by my wrath,
Indian Song in “ Gertrude of Wyoming."
SCENE IN THE LIFE OF A MORAVIAN MISSIONARY.*
Scene – The shore of a Lake surrounded by deep woods- A solitary cabin on
its banks, overshadowed by maple and sycamore trees-Herrmann, the Miss sionary, seated alone before the cabin- The hour is evening twilight,
Herrmann. Was that the light from some lone swift canoe
Hark! a step,
He comes foruard and meets an Indian warrior armed.
Enonio, . My father speaks my name.
Herrmann. Are not the hunters from the chase returned ?
Circumstances similar to those on which this scene is founded, are recorded in Carne's Narrative of the Moravian Missions in Greenland, and gave rise to the dramatic sketch,
Enonio. The warrior's arrow knows of nobler prey
Herrmann. The forest-way is long
Tell me not of rest!
Herrmann (solemnly.) No, warrior, thou must stay!
Enonio (with sudden impetuosity.) How should I rest?
A better path, my son,
Know'st thou not we grew up
But thou thyself since then
Enonio. Yes, I have learned to pray
Of the great forests, I have called aloud
Oh! that human lore
Enonio (hurriedly.) Did he not say
His last words
Wbat! and shall the man
Was he not once
My father speaks
I but speak Of that which hath been, and again must be, If thou wouldst join thy brother, in the life Of the bright country, where, I well believe, His soul rejoices.- He bad known such change. He died in peace. He, whom his tribe once named The avenging eagle, took to his meek heart, In its last pangs, the spirit of those words Which from the Saviour's cross went up to Heaven: “ Forgive them, for they know not what they do, Father, forgive i”—And o'er the eternal bounds Of that celestial kingdom undefiled Where evil may not enter, He, I deem,