LOAN, Editor.
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VOLUME .20.
9hnittiftti 'punt.
TUILN a GOD FOR suranzErt.
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Moven thelVinter once with all my soul,
And longed for snow•etonns, hail and inantle'skies;
And sang their praises in a., gay it troll
As Troubadours have poured to beautfs eyei.
I deemed the hard black (roma plea.ant Ming.
For logAlazed high. and Horses' hoofs rung out
And wild birds came with tame and gentle us ing
To eat the bread in young howl flung about.
But I have walked into the world since then..
And tech the hitter. Work that cold i•an do—
{Where the grim lee-King level g lathes and men
With bloialless spear, that pierces through and thrOugh
I loto,w now, there are, those who sink and lie
triton a stone bed at the dead of night,
I know the rootless and unfed 'that die,
When even lips at Plenty's Feast turn while
And now, tvliene'er I hear the cuckoo's song
In budding woods, 1 bless the Joyous coiner.
IVhile my heart rubs a cadenci) in a throng
Of hopeful notes, that say—"• Thank G)d lot bummer."
I've learnt that sunshine bringeth more than flowers,
And fruits, and fure,,t teat es tv cheer the earth;
Fur I have been :40 elpitit. 4 , like dark bower,
Light up beneath it with a grateful mirth.
The aged limbs that quit er in their task
Of dragging life on, s% hen the north 1% hid goads—
Taste once again contentment, as they 141,4:
In the btra ight beams that worm their church-yard real
And Childhood—tioor, forgets
The 51311114 g pittance of onr eottav
IVhen he earl leave the hearth, an I ehase tic nets
Of gitssatiier that cro.s hitn as lie riiains.
The tri;ving Hint Nerntrth Ic« distraught
When he can Flt 1111011 the pra. , all day,
Aril laugh, and clutch ihe bl.i le at , though lie thought
The yellow sun-rat challenged 11110 totot 6ty. 4
Ah! dearly now I hail the nialitingale.
„tr.! greet the bee—the Inerry gutng
Ainl when the lilies peep bo al% l'et and pale,
I hi:a their cheek., and .say- - Thank" God for :rummer."
Feet that limp, blue and blneding, as they go
I ' ur 11a, lily cres,e., ui Deceml er'4'datvn,
Can •Ande and dabble in the t , r000 t .t , ,,, flow,
And noo the gurgles on a J uly morn.
The tired pilgrim, who troold ',brink with dread
If 11'inter's drowsy torpor lolled his brain, •
II free to choose big nosey Sommer bed,
.Iwl sleeit bus beim or two in come greet' lane.
Oh: tce.toothed King. I love I you once—lint now
I never see y nu come a ithout a pang
. 0( hopolo 8 pity :-Innluoing my taw.
To think lion mated fle,ll 'loot feel dour rang.
11Iy eyca %%atoll now to :ee the dm- ❑uiuld,
And my earclicten Ii thee:Mutt rook,
I limit the palm-treys fur their I;r , t rich phi,
To pry for violets in the southern rook;
And %%hen fair Flora sends the Initterily
Painica and spangled, :es her herald ronnlincr;
"Sort• fur n arm holnlal.F," 11* heart n ill cry, -
••The poor will snifer le.:—Thank Cod tbr :4tinnues,"
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LOVE AND CLAIRVOYANCE,
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From fie ,ll' "h' Bi rd
4, Sh.ep, elcei, on; fnuet illy pain;
3ly hand is on illy brow,
3fy rpirit on thy brain.—Shelley.
Is a largo apartment. whoso deon crimson walls and
heavy drapories looked doubly gloomy by the dim light
of a shaded lamp that stood on a centre-table, reclined a
young man in s a massive easy-chair. Thu full light from
thol6np fool from under its shade, upon his pale and
motionless features: so paha, so motionless in their Mu
hl° rigidity that they light havo been taken for the crea
tion of somo sculptor's hand, but for the modern „habili
ments and the clustering massos of dark brown hair.—
By his lido stood a fotn l ale tigni a, almost as still and life
losslll as himself. Her fco was not less beautiful; but
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more haughty and coanding, than his; and both wore
so tranquil that they loath' like a corpse watching a
corpse. The lady was the first to give any tokens of
animation. Passing her hand caressingly over her com
panion's ivory; brow and blue-veined eyelids, she said in
low, sweeenceents— • • '
"Do you feel betterl!" :• !
"Oh, much- 7 11)nel) - hotter. I havo no pain now,"
answered tho youth, in tones almost as dulcet as tlioso to
Which he replied—"l fool so calm—so happy."
...Sleep on, then," she said; and his graceful head,
with its thickly clustering auburn curls, am:kb:telt again
upon tho velvet chair: she knelt beside him and gazed
long and earnestly into his face.
As seen thus together, the two bore a striking resem
blance to each other. Feature by featUre might be scan
ned, and found almost precisely alike. There was the
same finely chissolod nose—the same rosy mouth, with
its short, proud upper lip—the same classical chin—the
same pillar-like throat, and broad white forehead. The
chief difference was that in his short crisp curls and
slight mustache, might be road the outward signs of man
hood; while in the mind beaming froin her face, and
above all, the earnest gaze of her clear eye, was visible
the mental power that is usually attributed to the strong
er sex.
"Gbod heavens! how beautiful he looks!" sho ox
claimed, starting up and bending over the young„Ran in
'int attitude of adoration. "How I could lore hitii, if ho
was always like this? Eustace, do von know that you
am beautiful?" . F.
"Of course I do," was the ready answer. ;
"Should I berhappy if 1 married you?"
"No!" ho answered sadly. "Tho husband with whom
you could live happily must possess a mind that Would
insure your respect. It is only by appealing to' your
higher feelings that your best and truest affections can
be won. You regard mo only as a disagreeable', imper
tinent coxcomb when I am awnko; but whop
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merized, as pow, you love me for my beauty. It is con
teniptiblo for a man to lovo a woman only -for her per
sonal attractions, but for a woman to l'ov / d a man for his
beautiful frico lind curly ha t itl-Lit is detestable!"
"And yet I do lovo you„Euitaco," said the maiden,
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drawing her companion's tient; upon her shoulder, as
she sat beside him. "You aro so beautiful, I cannot
hell:loving you!" .
"But you do not respect me!"
"That's but to true," sho responded with a deep
gigh—"What a utistako it was in my good old ,grand
mother to coax me Into an engagement with you." !:,
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"Sim dil l' it for the best; for shp thought that if fpog
sessed few good qualitios, I 4 1 0 no groat vices: and oho
died happy in tho beliof that she had thus preserved you
from the miserkli'of an ill-assorted marriage."
"111-assorted!" cried the young lady; "good Heaven!
what could bo worse-assorted than a match between. mo,
who worship all that is noble and intellectual in bud=
nature— an d you who worship nothing but your own
pretty taco in a looking-glass?" and she 'flung him ,in
digriantly from her. "At anothor time you' could not'
speak so sagely even to olio your, peerless' mustache."-
','Njy mind is now but the'rbilox of yours," ho answer
ed, in the quiet tone in which ho had before spoke'i '
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"Yet, look once again," she exclaimed eagerly; "try
to discover the being, if such a one exists, who is des
lined by the secret affinities of nature, to satisfy mysoul's
yearning for something to love and reverence. Oh! is
there such a being on the earth? or is all this world of
love that heaves within me, to fall back upon my own
,sickening heart, or bloom only for tho amusement of such
'an effeminate puppy ns my cousin Ettstace?"
Ho leaned forward in his chair; his eyes opened wide,
and were fixed intently upon,vitcancy, as though endeav
oring to catclr some object that flitted in the distance.—;
Striving as earnestly to read his countenance, as he to
decipher the mysterious Unknown, Constance knelt be
fore him.
"I see—l feel," muttered-the entranced, and then he
.stopped. Every feature, ovary sense, appeared to bo in
a slate of the most ecuto tension. Suddenly his limbs,
his' features relaxed; , and distinctly uttering the words—
" The step is on die stair," lie fell back into tho deep
est coma.
"Yon do iudood utter my thoughts; but can you not
go boyond? Can you not becomo clairvoyant? 'Try!
look beyond tho range of my intelligence. Read, if you
can, the future! Say, at least, if I have any chancel of
happiness in marrying you?"
"Nona! none! I can tell that. All oleo is a blank."
Constance was appalled. Her heart stopped in its
wild throbbings, when she heard a heavy trend ascen
ding and approaching the door. Sho covered her eyes,
dreading to meet the coining fate.
The door opened, and the Slow and measured foot
steps neared her, each falling upon her quiveti»g senses
like a death-knell. '
"How is your p tient to-night?" asked a kind and
familiar voice.
She raised her eyes to those of the speaker. Ito was
a neighbor and freitient visitor. She had oftedmet his
es before, unmoved; but on this occasion, as she en
countered them, sok nc strange charm was wrought.—
Her breath came ft, her nerves failed her, and she
sank on the ground Insensible
The now comer raised her gently, and carried her
through one of r tho 13-rge, heavily-draperied windows to
a pleasant balcony, front which a flight of stops led into
a quiet garden. There was no water at hand; so he
gathered a largo rose, drenched in dew, and passed it
gently over her pale face, that looked yet paler in the
moonlight. When she regained her consciousness, end
found his Mil, ungainly figure bending over the chair in
which he had placed her, she started up in terror; but
her trembling limbs refused to support her, and sho fell
back again.
"Do not be alarmed, Miss Wilton; it is only I." ,
The last words wore uttered in a meleancholy tone,
which She now remembered-to have often heard in his
voice when addressing tier. The web of Fate seonfed
toile closing around her. She turned away, and rested
her cheek upon her hand.
"Can I leave you safely for a filament," ho ['Aced,
"while I fetch mime restoratives? Lean back in this
way, and then if the faintness should return, you will be
in no danger a falling."
She noticed that his hands trembled as ho reverently
placed her in a secure position; and again the faintness
stole over her senses; but ho preceived it not, and has
tened into tho house. On his return with a glass of wine,
ho found her at a little distance from the chair, support.
lag her tottering stops by clinging to tho balcony railing
as she crept along.
•What aro you doing? Where aro you going?" ho
exclaimed, circling her pliant waist with ono of his long
powerful arms, just as relinquishing her hold on, the rail
ing, sho was about to fall to tho ground.
"I want air—l want motion—l want to get into tho
garden," she murmured, making a feeblo effort - to dis
engage herself.
"Drink this first, and t you shall go."
She drank the wino, ;Ilia invigorated her so much
that she was able, with the assistance of his arm, to de,
scend into the garden. They walked in silence through
the NI inding shrubbery path, walled in and roofed with
interlacing boughs and flowering shrubs; it Was just
"That lovely time when spring and summer, meet— .
Delightfid May, or the young days of June;"
and tho air, though fresh and exhilarating, was filled with
perfume. They emerged from the deep shadow of the
covered walk, and still not a word had been spoken by
"D,d you over walk through' that wood by night?" he
asked, as they passed an ivy-clothed paling, through
which a small gate gave access to a solcm mass of foi-.
Inge beyond. "No." "Then let us go now."
"No, no," alto Said, hanging back timidly, "tho gato
is locked, wo cannot get in.f.!
"That is easily managed; I will lift you over. You
aro not afraid aro you? Nono—you could not l?o a
fraid of me."
Tho last words wore uttered In the tones of deepest
melancholy, and so Sold), that nothing but the dead still
ness of the air around enabled her to catch them. The
meshes of the web of fate were drawing close around her.
end she strove ‘svain to frame a refusal, as ho lifted or
gently over'tho paling. Ho had always appeared so qui
et and passive, that sho had no idea of hie immense
strength, until she felt herself thus wafted from the fami
liar garden into the shadow of the dark wood. whose-pen
dent boughs seemed to shut tier in from the world as com
pletely as the encompassing spirit which hovered over
hers, and was rapidly drawing it to himself. Leaning
upon his aim, sho walked on beneath the "high embow
ed roof." through which, by fits, the moonlight poured
in a rich stream, making the surrolinding shades more
gloomy by the contrast. Tho hush of nature fell upon
her soul and stilled its discontented heavings; in the
strong arm that supported her she felt more than mere
physical protection. By something resembling the mys
tic power which had subdued her cousin to her haughty
wilt, she felt that arm to be but a type of the intellectual
strength which could bow her to a sweet and willing dual . -
dom. And still they walked on in silence. A sudden
rustling among the dried leaves startled her. "Do nOt
be afraid," ho said pressing h3r arm gently to his own;
"it is only a hare, as justlyalarmed at you, as you at it.
Soo yonder—down in that open glade'—those are a host
of them gamboling in tho moonshine."
She clung closer to his side; the sense of being pro
tected was now and delightful to her, for from hor infancy
alba had met only with those who had yielded to the im
petuosity of her character. She had known no control
ing hand of .either parent or guardian. A doting old
grandmother had brought hor up, whose grand maxims
were that "Constance was always right." and "Con
stance must' not be thwarted." But her woman's heart
yeart yearned for something to rest upon; something of
strength sufficient to support all the tender feelings which
she had vainly endeavored to twine round that conceited
entity—her cousin Eustaee; end that something she
seemed suddenly to have discovered in the hitl►ertb un
heeded companion of this moonlight ramble.
She sat to rest herself upon the trunk of a felled tree,
In a apace where) the wood was cleared. The gloriouL
light lay upon her white brow and rich hair. and cast a
halo around her. Englehart !mined against a branch of the
saw tree, and recited to her Sbelley's notaguifieent hymn
"to Intellectual Beauty." He possessed, in a high de
gree, that rarest accomplishment, the art of reading
and now his 'sonorous voice fell upon her ear. every tone
modulated by the most oxsuisito feeling. the felt herself
moved bye power that the finest singer would have failed
to exercise. And those tones, oh( how well did they ex-
SATURDAY MORNING, JULY 21, 1849;
press that he saw in her, the tempi° of the divinity to
which that fervent hymn was breathed: In her heart
she contrasted this homage which acknowledged her
equality while timidly laying at her foot the lowliest wor
ship, with the affected adoration of her affianced husband,
who-only raised her from tho "natural inferiority of wo
man" to tho 'elevation of a godess, becalm lie condescen
ded to honor her with his admiration.
The last words died away and with thorn tho courage
and animation of the speaker. A silence, that became
overy moment more oppressive, ensued. Constance
found no words to praise, nor Englehart to comment;
and while she trembled to give too flattering a construc
tion to his tones, his heart sank at not receiving the prai
ses that her rapt attention had led him to expect. Fright
ened ut the
"hopes, and Pare that kindle hope.
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I Au un dibt inguisha the throng,"
which agitated her breast. Constance at length started up
saying hurriedly, •"It must bo very late; we had bettor
return."
He hesitatingly offered his arm, which she, fearing to
take it whon'offered so equiVocally, feigned not io goo.
His arm dropped to his sido;and then she would have
given the world to recall the unintentional slight.: And
t hen they retrtaced their step; sido'bY side, but not, es be
fore, mit-ill-arm.
"She has penetrated my secret, and she scorns me,"
was Englehart's mournful reflection; but this terrible
silence must be broken, Mr. Montgomery,lias derived
considerable benefit tram mesmerism, has he, not, Miss
Wilton?"
,••Gicrod heavens!" aho exclaimed, stopping short. "I
had totally forgotten him; and I loft him in a trance:
Will it;lfurt hint?"
"I think not. But is it possible • you could have for
otton him?'
"I had, indeed. 'Ho is not so agreeable when present
that I should dream of him when absent."
"Havo you quarrelled with him?"
"lie in out worth a (pma"
••You astonish me! Do you not, then—oh, pray Ist our
long friendship be my excuse for asking this question—
do you not love hint as you used to do?"
"I never lured him," she answered, with an accent of
melancholy BCCin upon the word "loved." ••I• tried
to do so because, by my dear grandmother's wish, we
were bethrothed; and even now, when I see his beauti
ful face under the influence of mesmerism, purified from
his habitual. coxcombry, I feel that I could love him very•
dearly if he were to remain so always. But such love
could not bride me happiness. .A pretty puppet, obey
ing my wishes—echoing; my thoughts—bending to my
will—and pleasing my eyes only with his 7eiternal lovo
iittOSS (for you must• confess he is beautiful—too beauti
ful for a matt:) such is not tho being whom I could re
verence as I should wish to reverence a husband. Once,
for a few moments." oho continued, speaking hurriedly,
and in an agitated voice; "I felt tho sensation of being
protected. Self-sufficing and independent as you may
think me, this feeling was so deiightfut that I shall never
more be satisfied without it. Is Eustaco the wise coun
sellor—the calm, clear-headed friend—the iutelleetuel
companion who would guide and support my steive
through life?"
"Will you take my artn?" murmured Englehart....an
her foot slipped over a piece of broken ground. Was it
his imagination that deceived him, or did she roallyproas
that arm gently against her side as alto passed hers with
in it? Oh no, Mr. Englohart, a capital guide and sup
port you'd bo for another person's faltering steps, when
your own reel about as if you had boon drinking cham
pagne, "There is one impediment to my breaking\ off
with Eustace;" pursued Constance, summoning resolu
tion to say kornething that was very unpleasant, but
which her companion's:unsteady stop's" warned her mast
ho said, and that speedily. "by the conditions of my
grandmother's will, it is specified, that if e ither should de
cline this marriage, on which alto had an set her heart,
ho or she forfeits his or her share of the property,"
"Thank God !—now, then, I may speak!" exclaimed
Englohart, icon ectas . y; because I am poor, the idea of
your wealth has been hanging round your neck for these
two years, and prevented my seeking that intimate
friendship which I felt aura you would have accorded to
me. But what you have said this evening with regard
to your feelings towards 3 our cousin, and some strange
sympathies that seem to have been awakened since we
came into this wood together, and also what you have
just told me about the will, embolden mo to speak freely.
But is there need of speech? Constance! let me see
sour eyes:"
He stopped in a gloam of moonlight. She looked up
into his face, and in another minute she was folded to
his breast, and his first impassioned kiss was printed on
her lips. And was this tho sober scontific book-worm,
who came and went _so composedly that Constance
scarcely noticed his prescriace Witless she was in want of
some inform.ition, in which case she had recourse to him
as a cyciopmdia:
"Is it not strange?" said Constance, as, encircled by
his arm, she trod the wood-paths again, not, hOwever,
towards home—"isit not strange that .Enstace foretold
this to-night? When slightly c/airtoyant, I asked him
who would bo my husband; he replied, with an effort,
.the stop is on the stair.' In a moment you Cll,lllO in;
and quite ovorcomo by a strange feeling of terror, I faint
ed. Afterwards, on the balcony, I experienced a strong
desire to gel down into the garden and Judo myself from
yon; and yet all tho while I should havb boon very much
disappointed if you had not found me."
And so they wont on—talking, talking—liko two quiet
streams that, when they flow together, babble continually
in their crossing currents.
What a glorious moonlight walk that was! How many
confessions wore made! iloyf often had, ho sat in her
library, apparently absorbed in a book, while every
sans° was lost in the single consciousness of her presence!
And onto, when she required an explanation of- some
scientific terms, ho • had stooped so low to look at the
book she hold that his taco touched her hair; and how
for months afterwards he lived in hopes that she would
come to another difficulty. in her reading; and how ho
used to look at Euataco Montgomery. and then at him
self in a -glass, and wonder bow ho dared, oven in
thought,put such a roughlhown brute in comparison
withauch an Adonis; and how, when she asked him to
to show her tho.tnosmeric passes, he trembled with joy
to think that sho might be going to ask him to mesmer
ize her; and how ho felt ready to hang himself when he
found she indended to practice it herself to cure Eustace
of his headaches; and how Constance had tried to frame
objections to going into the wood, but could not utter
them; and how she felt as though a flue not-work had
been cast over her which she could not shake °frond how
she had felt a'strange dislike to hiat.until the .moment
when ho lifted hoe over the palling; and how. after that,
the thraldom in which ho seemed to hold hoe had boon
pleasanter than porfeot liberty; and howsho had felt his
eyes were fixed on her wheu he was reciting; and how
she had been conscious that ho loved her, but (oared, she
know not why, to give him a chance of saying so. Bat
wherefore repeat all this? Everybody who has taken a
moonlight walk, or anything equivalent, Can Imagine it;
and any ono who has not, would only find the details te
dious.
Briefly. Abort two hours longer did the forgotten Ent
taco recline in his easy chair. before , the lovers slowly as
cended to thebale,ony. still deep in talk,'as though they
had been parted for years, and had many •an - important
adventure to Telma,
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"What's to be done with him?" said Con;Suttee; "if
I awake him now. ho will certainly suspect something;
for it is nearly three o'clock." -•
"Aro the servants gone to bed?" inquired Englohart.
"Oh, yes—long ago. They know that Perfect stillness
is requisite while Eustace is set to sleep, and so they re
tire without disturbing us." •
"Then we can easily dispose of Adonis. Tell him to
go to bed, and awake at seven. He'll know nothing
about it in the morning. Poor fellow!" he added with a
sigh as Eustace, still in the mesmeric trance walked off
to bed—"poor follow! it would ho cruel to wake him now
and tell him of the sad reverse that has taken place in
his prospects."
"Reverse!" cried Constance. with a merry laugh;
"he'll think ho has by far the best of the bargin. Why
ho will have all the property, without the footman-mice
°fitly fastidious golf; and so I shall loco that crowning
of human perfection, Eustace Montgomery!"
"Noy, nay, Constanco; coxcomb, as ho undoubtedly
is, he is not such an egregious ass as you think him."
"We shall see," she replied, confidently: "come ear
ly, and wo will tell bun together. And now—good-night
—oh! I feel so happy!"
"Thou what aro those tears for? Foolish one! Happy
are you, in giving up wealth for such an ugly fellow no
I am?"
"You aro all that my eyes dosiro to rest upon—all that
my mina long to encircle—and what could I wish for
more? I would not have you altered for tho world," &c.
Query: Do leave-takings, under theso circumstances,
usually occupy an hour?
Early the next morning, Constanco took her place at
the breakfast table. Her placid old aunt, who lived m
the house and persoMfied propriety. looked ut her through
her spectacles, and marvellen at the bright glow on her
cheek and the brilliancy , of her eyes. -
"flow the deuce did I get to bed last night?" said
E,ustece, lounging into the room. •
"Ohs con went at urc•bidduig in the trance, under
orders to awake at 'eeven."
"What now freak was that?" asked the innocent old
aunt. But who could depict the look ofimportinent cum
passitiirt_Which mantled on the )oung man's features as
ho leaned back in his chair, and daintily stirred his
coffee,
"The fact was," ho at length lispod forth, "that you
stayed thoro admiring me so long, that you were asham
ed to let mo know what time it was. I I a!—ha!—"
•'The fact was," said Constance sharply, while an
angry flush overspread he brow, "that I did kayo you
in tho trance till very late, but it Was because - I was
taking a walk and totally,fintot you."
"Taking a walk!" repeated the fop, assuming an air
of authority; "good'hcavens, Mks Wilton. what do you
I meanl"
"Simply what I said," replied Constance: "but eat
your breakfast; we'll talk about all that bY-and-by"
Thoro is a stop on tho gravelled path—a tap at the
window—and a rich voice thlt says, "Mhy I cone in?"
Enstaco had started up, - "Ohl only Engloltart,"
ho said, and sank back again.
"Yea! it's only Englehurt," repeated Constaitco meet
ing him, and placing both her hands Within his. A few
whispered words and thou ho advanced to the old lady.
"Pretty well, I thank you„ - sir," she answered to his sal
utation; "but how did you come?'
' "Through the wood and, over the garden paling."—
Constance tittered, and Englehart bit his lips.
Breakfast over, Miss Wiltsu atinouncad to her aunt
and consin that sho had requested Mr. Englehart's pres
ence as a witness to an important business transaction.
She then begged her aunt to produce a copy of her grand
mother's will, in which was duly found the clause where
by either of them declining to fulfill the contract was to.
lose all claim to the property. Fortunately, however, a
codicil provided that such forfeiture should be mitigated
by an annuity of two hUndred pounds a year.
"And now, Eustacin I must tell you that you are fro&
from your engagement to me. 'rho undivided posses
sion of :he large property we were to havti shared, will,
I know, more than compensate you for the loss of ono
wlrbin you never loved. We shall be better friends, I
doubt not, when free, than we ever could be while yoked
together, and dragging in opposito-direcitons. For my
self, 1 think my freedom, and the power to give my hand
whore my heart is," and she put her hand into Engle
hart's, "would be cheaply purchased by twice the amount
I resign you."
Eustace stared nt her in astonishment. Then ho sur
veyed himself from head to foot in a 'mirror; looked at
Englehart, and burst into a loud laugh.'
"Laugh away—l can afford your ridicule," said his ri
val, good hutnoredly.'
."And this is the result of your last night's walk, is it
Constance?"
"Precisely. Furiliermore. you foretold what was to
happen wlilo you worn in the trance."
"13 Jupiter!" muttered Eustace. "I Would' ho niee
merized again if I thought it would turn to.such good
account."
Constance and Englolled were married soon after in a
von• quiet, unostentatious fashion, and settled in a beau
tiful little Cottage on the borders of the wood which had
witnessed their moonlight walk. What mattered it that
she no longer owned the stately trees that composed it?
Their shade was hers, and their beauty; and the many
pleasant associations that hung about them were as com
pletely hers as though tier ii could have consigned their
noble trunkti to the axe and theNaj-pit.
Don't gortnendizo. We ludo n glutton et all times, but
especially in summer. It is monstrous to see mo o n. when
tho - mercury is up to 93, tram n pound of fat meat down
their throats. Don't you know that animal fciod increas
es' the bile? Eat sparingly, and be suro and masticate
what you eat. Don't bolt your food like an anaconda.—
Tako exorcise early in the morning. Alt! what fools wo
are to sweat in bed, when the cool breeze's of tho morn
ing invito us forth, and tlio birds and the
,dew, and
streams aro murmuring, in Choir own qUiet way, pleasant
music which arouse a kindred melody iu the soul,
Be good natured. Don't got into any angry discussion
on politics or religion. There will bo timo enough to
talk the former over when Cho woathor becomes cooler,
and as for the latter, the less you quarrel about it the bet
tor. Religion is a good thing, but %viten you fight in its
name,
, -ou sbow yourselves ignorant of its principles.
and unswayed by its influence.
Bathe often—three times a week—every day. Tho
exposure is nothing to the benefits. derived. • If you would
enjoy health, have a clo or head, a sweet stomach, a cheer
ful dispOsition, put your carcass undo] the water eveiy
day,, and when .yoU ettierge use the brush vigorously for
five minutes. There is nothing liko the pure bracing
water.. e never dip beneath i
IV
ts surface without thank
ing God or having placed such a health-promoting ele
ment wit in our roach. , •
Haut Exestrza.—"Why did you not "take the firm of
my brother Inst night?" said a young lady to her friend
a very intelligent girl, about Din teen, in a large town near
lake Ontario. She replied, "Because I knew him to bo a
licentiouS young' man." ."Nonsense," Wail the answer of
the sister. "if-you refute the attentions of ' nil licentious
Men. vitt win have none st all, I - can assure you."—
"Very well," said her friend, "then I can dispense with
them altogether—for' tell you' that my resolution on the'
point Is unalterbly. and immovably fixed." How long
doyen think!! would lake to revolutionize society, were
all young ladies to adopt this resolution? . _
ADVICE FOR SUMMER
ltittrA twit, 311i5ttlituitl.
THE MAIDEN'S PRAYER.
I=
She rose from her delicious sleep,
And put away her soft, brown hair,
And in a tone as low and deep •
As love's soft whisper, breathed a prayer
Her snow-white hands together pressed,
11cr blue eyes sweltered in the lid,
The folded linen on her breaSt
Just swelling with the charms it hid,
ri And from her long and flowing dress '
Escaped IV hare and snowy foot,
Whose step upon the earth did press
Like snow-flake, white and mute;
And then from slumbers soft and warm,
Like a Young spirit fresh from heaver),
11 1 She bowed that slight and matchless form,
And humbly prayed to be forgiven. I
Oh, God! if souls unsoiled as these,
Need daily mercy from thy throne;
If she, upon her beaded knees—.
Our holiest and our purest one--
She with a face so pure and bright,
We deem her some stray child of night;
If she with those soil eyes in tears,
Pay alter day, in her young years,
Must kneel and pray for grace from 'nice,
What far, far deeper need have we!
How hardly, if she win not heaven
Will our wild errors be ()Nivea!
TUE DIIPRETHE POWER.
"It has been as beautiful as truly said, that the nndo
vont astronimer is mad." The anine remark might with
equal force and justice bo applied to the undovout geol
ogist. Of all tho absurdities ever started, none more ex
travigant can be named, than that the grand and far
reaching researches and diecover:es of geology/ire hostile
to the spirit of religion. They scorn to us, on' the very
contrary, to lead the inquirer, step by step, into the im
mediate presence of that treinentlious Power, which could
alone produce and can alone account for the primitive
convulsions of the globe, as the proofs are graven in eter
nal characiers on the side of its bare nod cloud-piercing
mountains, or are wrought into the very substance of the
strata that...c(Mtposes its surface, and which aro also, day
by day mid liens by hour, at work, to feed the fires as the
volcano, pour fourth its molten tidos, or to compound the
salubrious elements of tiM mineral fountuina, which
spring in a ` ousand valleys. In gazing at the starry
heavens, all glorious as they are, we sink under the awe
of their magnitude, mystery of their secretand reciprocal
influences, the bewildering conceptions of their distances.
Senile and science are at war. Tho l sparkling gem that
glitters on the brow of night, is converted by science into
a mighty orb—the source of light and heat, the centry of
attraction, the sun of a system like our own. The beau
tiful planet which lingers in the western sky, when the
sun has gone down, or heralds the approach of 'morning
whose mild and lovely beam seems to shed a spirit of
tranquility, not unmixed with sadness, nor far removed
from devotion, into the very heart of hint who wanders
forth in solutudo to behold it—is in the contemplation of
science, a cloud-wrapt sphere—a world of rugged moun
tains and stormy deeps. We study, We reason, we cal
culate. Wo climb the giddy scaffold of induction up to
the very slats. ,We borrow the wings of the boldest
analysis and flee to the uppermost parts of creation, and
then shutting our eyes on the radient points that twinkle
in the vault of night, the well instructed mind sees open
ing before it in mental vision, the stupendous mechanism
of the heavens. Its planetsswoll into Worlds. Its crow
ded stars recede, expand, become contriTsuns, and we
hear the rush of the mighty orhs that circle round them.
Tho bands of Orion aro loosed, and the sparkling rays
which cross each other on his belt, ore t °solved into floods
of light, streurning from system to system, across the il
limitable pathway of the outer heavens. Tho conslusions
which we reach aro oppressively grand and sublime; the
1 imagination sinks under them; the truth is tOo , vast, too
remote from the premises from which it is deducted; and
man, poor frail man, sinks back to the earth and sighs to
worship again, with the innocence, of a child or Chaldean
Shepard, the quiet and beautiful stars, as ho sees than in
the simplicity of sense..
But in the provincoof geology, there are some subjects
in which the sense seems, as it were led up into the labor
atory of divine power. Let a man fix his eyes upon one
of tho marble columns in the Capitol at Washington.—
Ile sees there a condition of the earth's surface, whom,
the pebbles of every size and form and rriatertal, which
compose this singular species of stone, were held suspen
ded in the medium in which they aro now imbedded, then
a liquid sea of marble, which was hardened into the solid,
lustrious and Varigated mass before his eye, in the very
substance of which he beholds a record of the convulsion
of tho globe.
Let him go and stand upon the sides of the crater of
Vesuvius, in the ordirtitry state of its eruptions, and Con
template the glaze stream of molten rocks, that oozes
quietly at his feet. encasing the surface of the mountain
as it cools with a most black and stygian crust, or lighting
up its sides at night with streaks of lurid fire. Let him
consider the volcanic island, which arose a few years
since in the neighborhood of Malta, spouting flames,
from the depth of the sc'a; or accompany ono of our own
navigators from Nantucket to the /titlark ocean, who,
finding the centre of a small island to which he was in
the habit of resorting, sink in the interval of two of his
voyages, sailed through au opening in its sides, whero the
ocean had found its Way, and moored his ship in the
smouldering crater of a recently extenguished volcano.—
Or finally, let him survey the striking phenomenon which
our author has described, and which has led us to this
train of romark, a mineral fountain ofsalubrious qualities
of a temperature greatly' above that of the surface of the
earth in the region whore it is found, compounded with
numerous ingredients in a constant proportion, and
known to havo been flowing from its sccrot springs, as at
the present day, at least for eight hundred years, unchang
ed, exhausted. The religious of the elder world in an
early stage of Civilization placed a genius of a divinity by
the side of every spring which gushed from rho rocks, or
flowed from the bosom of rho earth. Surely it would be
no weakness for a thoughtful man, who should resort for
Cho renovation of a wasted frame, to one of those salubri
ous Mineral fountains, if ho drank iti their healing waters
es a gift from the outstretched, though invisible, hand of
an everywhere present arid benignant Power.—Edward
Ererat. . •
THE MAN THAT KILLED THE MONKEY
The Recorder's dock was yesterday filled with per
come of all aorta and all classes. The drover from the
West, who instead of selling his horses; got sold himself;
the flowery 'Whey,' just arrived from , Igo! York; the
poor Irishman, whose only fault was that he loved liber
ty, potatoes and whiskey; and many others, with points
of character, as an auctioneer would say, ''too numerous
to mention." Like a giant who had been dwindled down
from his original propartions,.by some process or other,
Jack Lion stood up in the dock, the admired of all ob
servers. Jack had A pair of corduroy. pantaloonk led a
vest, and..ft coarse, blue blanket-coat., He had • been
picked rip in the street for lying drunk, and was escorted
to the *gitard.lioutio by one of the faithful guardians of
the Polies. Jack had a. pug nose, and a- pair of eyes that
Were ai re. ! :e.s as those of a 'lynx. , HL cheeks were
ruddy, and his nose 'wee the color of any awl-cut beef-
Si 50 A TZIAIt, in Aavarico.
steak. Jack was evidently a n;ativo of England,, and had
no boubt been . born within the. sound of the "Bow
Bells."'
"'Jack Lion!" said the Recorder; and Jack instantly
rose up, whimpering like a child, and after having wiped
his eye with the sleeve of his coat, remarked, "I'm' ere
Mil
"Jack, you of ere brought up last night for having boon
found drunk in ifio streets—what have you to say for
yourself?"
•'I ain't got nothin' perticklur tovay for myitelf, !fir,
only that I'm a misfortunate man, and a wictim of con
science!" -
"What havo_you been doing, that causes you to mako
a drunkard of yourself?"
"I've been doing nothin', your vurship, Gut I onco
belongedlo a carrywant"
"A carrywan—what's that'."
"A carrywan, your vurship, is a manajerry—a 1113 es
in which hanimals is kept fur ptjblic view, and for tho
information of the risin' generation, in order to instruct
'cut into the rudiments of geology."
•
"What did you do in the establishment that you speak
of?' asked the Recorder, with a smile on his countenance.
"I was an instructor and intimate friend of thO beasts.
and if your vurallip will lot mo go on, I'll tell my tale."
"Go on," said the Recorder.
"You sae, sir, when I come from Liferpool, I arrived
in New York, and got a sittiwation in Welch Sc. Data
van's manajerry. I told 'ern as 'ow I - didn't know
nothin' much about hannimals, but seem' that I was
willin' they put mo to takin' charge of the helephant. I
had to wash his tusks and keep his trunk dry, 'copt when
ho wanted water. That heletlhant was one on 'cm sir;
hut after all tuiy kindness to him, one day he broke this
bond of fellowahip be twee n us.'
"How was that, Lion?' inquired the recorder.
"I was givin' him a happle one mornin', which I found
in the sawdust in the ring, and pokin' out his long snout,
he took it with all the gracefulness in the world. I see
his countenance all wreathed in smiles, and jilt as as I
was makin' some observations on the beautify of his fea
tures, ho give me a lick that knocked me against the
cage of the kangaroo, as was located near him.
At this portickler moment, a little monkey ns was a
friend of mine, hopped down and lighted on the bele- ,
phant's neck. The big brute couldd't get hold of the
little feller, and instead of plunging his teaks into rne, ho
commenced rennin' round the ring. Oh; if your vurship
had soon the tigers and lions lashing their tails—the zo
bM changin' its stripes—the bears tryin' to gnaw their
iron bars—the poll-parrots screamin' all sorts of things—
(ho camel raisin' his hump, and the rhinoceros elewatin'
his snout, you'd a'most died with fear. There I laid,
right by the cage of the long-legged kangaroo, that every
now and then poked out his fore paw to grab mo—an
there was the helephant a traworshe round, with poor
little Jacko on his back. In a little while, sir, the hole
phant stopped his ramblin,' and the monkey run on to
the top of his cage. I 'owed the preserwation of my
precious life to that monkey, and yet I killed hint!'
Hero Jack Lion burst into tears, bnl tho Recorder, in
peremptory tone, told him to go on.
"Well, air, the monkey and me got to ho friends. I
used to buy him ground-nuts and ginger-cakes, and all
that sort of thing. When I used to give little Jacko any
thing, the leopords e and hyenas would howl as if hearka
and earth was coming together; the tigers would grin and
gnash their teeth; the polar-bear, u wetry respectable
beast, in a white coat, would snarl, as muen sa to say,
"On, gilled you on a cake 'oice, wot a meal I'd have of
you l'atill I didn't care; the monkey had savedmy life, and
agin I say I was grateful. Ono day the little feller
took Sick, and I went to the pothecary's to getsome med
icine. t The pothicary's boy, instead of given' me mag
nesia, put up a paper of arsenic. Poor Jacko took the
dose, and the consequence was, that in a few hours he was
on his beam-heads, and Mr. Welch laid his foot ou, mine
I•was kicked out, sir, and over since Pre been addicted
to licker."
Tho Recorder told Jack that he might go, but never to
come back agate with dm toctiory of the monkey on his
conscience. Tho police officers said that the mon -*-
spoken of by Jack was an ideal ono, and that tho r at
fact was, that he'had a touch of the "red monkeys."— \
\O. Delta.
\\ NEWSPAPER CREDIT SYSTEM.
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The correspondent of the Baltimore Patriot, speaking
I
of the National Intelligences, says that the outstanding
debts du to that est4blishment, aro estimated at 100-
000 dollars .
This show. the folly of the credit system in the news
paper business\The Nationalintelligencer is ono of the
1 \
oldest nowspaperw'n the country; and we believe that its
list of subscribers is, on the score of respectability, wealth
and mind, equal if no 1\
superior to that of any other es
tablishment in the cou itry. There is hardly a Whig
planter in the Southern States but is a subscriber to the
Intelligences. There are hundreds of persons, men of
wealth too, who have fur years been receiving and read
ing that paper without contributing a cent to the support
of its proprietors, two of thu most generous hearted men
in the printing business in the United States.
Wu doubt not that there are other subscription papers.
the proprietors of which can tell as sad a story as that giv
on above. The loss to every paper of the kind is not
less, on an average, thaii twenty per cent. per annum.—
We know au instance which occurred in this city a few
years ago, wham an old establishment was - compelled to
fail, and at the same time its out.tanding debts were not
loss than $26,900, not one quarter of %hid] was ever col
lected by the assignees. The late Major Russell once
attempted to draw up his subscribers to a paying point—
some of them wero indebted to him for twenty years'
subscription. One of those, an old fainter, having re
ceived a lawyer's letter, called upon the Major, and in a
groat rage ordered him to stop his paper. "I'll bo d—d,"
said he, "if I will take a paper of any man who duns nes
to pay for it:" The old scoundrel had read the'paper for
°vat. 20 years without paying a cent to its proprietor.—
Bogen Herald.
Lurur.sx.—Men, who aro call'ed impulsive, are much
slandered. Aro not the most noble, generous actions
which adorn the
,annals of tho world, referable "to this
agent? Reason is even exalted above impulse;. but how
Inhibit) is reason: 13 it not often opposed to faith, and_
does. it not lead to tho most dangerous errors? Bo far ad
the boundaries of our experience extend, warm inmulso
has prompted more good deeds than cold reason. We
would sooner trust that man in whose breast glows the,
fire of enthusiasm, than him who, cool and collected at
all times, seldom acts without suspicion. end often de
liberates till the hour of advantage has passed. Faults.
committed Without reflection, aro certainly not more ve
nial than premeditetee....:... He who errs hastily repents
sincerely: but the wrong done upon calculation is never
willingly repaired. Would that society were Mere leni
ent to impulse: Even when productive of harm, it is
unselfish, and the consequences to which it leads ill'n
hurtful to no one so mocks' to its possessor. r 4 is no
stranger to the impulsive men, and not seldom do 010
tears ofeympathy fall froin his eyes. To friendship he
is faithful, and for, love 6 would sacrifice both interest
and weirldly esteem. Let us be compassionate. there
fore. to the errors of impulse, while wo respect the calm
dictates of caution and prudouce.
The Lexington Budget says that ••;Mother Eve mar
ried a gardener."' It might have added that tho said
gardener, in consequgnco of his imprudent match, for
his situation,
NUMBER 10.