L 1 ii ME C. F. READ & H._ H. FRAZIER, EDITORS. I •• For the Independent Republican. THE ANGEL'S CHARGE. MICIWOLD TO IE3. & A. AI-. . , . - Sornw, step lightly ; , . The bsed one's asleep; • ~ . Close the blinds tightly— ... . -. Oh! •why lost thou weep! - • wi pe the tleathaunps from our-darling's pale brow; Smooth back each sunny tress—fair. is she now.; , rated arc the noes that bloomed on her cheek.;-. Lisa we in rain Mir those dear lips to speak. . • . Mother, thy weeping .. .. . ,-- , - Can't eat her from sleep ; Angel me keeping • - Her-'why dolt thou weep ? - -. • * ) Gather the flowers Ciur dear one lowed best, From sunny.bewers, • ~ • • • . To strew o'er her b Wake her a bed s -where sweet sioleta grow, • - Kissed by the summer winds, tender and low; ', Softly the brooklet'doth murmur along; There sings the wood bird his happiest song: Bush thi wild weeping! .• ,- For deep ivher sleep, ;• ' Angels are keeping • .„1„., • . ' • Her—tehy dos! am werp f - - - - - -- - • Weeping and sorrow i - • Mar lam for a night t i , Joy with - the morrow, ;. ' Dawns rosy and bright-.- • I Mooming - in Paradise, freed from all teen, Snatched from temptations of tarth's weary years- RA I 'tis her it*l.voiee # calling to thei: "race to thy oohing iniart-neep not * Herren is bri gh ter _ Than Itarth, she now Ante, . " heart lighter• ti loath dear Angel's wings." . .. hi Aside. Nancy Blynn's Lovers. VOA*, 'Hp, hiving hnislied aftertioon's work iii,Jage Bolton's garden, milked the cows, and given the pifs_their supper—not fonzetting to make oirh; stole owt of the house with als uupuef Itibit64 !bid the iihkrei flitelitinh of going " a sparking." Tip's", mariner of set ting about this delicate business was charac teristic of his native shrewdness. , He _usu ally went well provided with gifts`; and on the present occasion, • before twitting the Judge premises, he i'dtaW Upon' a ceilidh_ barrel in the hart, which was his bttnk,where _he had made, flitting the day, frequent depos its or greeh cons, of the diminutive species ,called firflitt;---sthuggled in from the garden, d deslentsl for roiisting stud eatilig with the tilir.h's,pFett dfitightet. the dusk ; st opping now and then to listen, Tip broil ht out the little milky j ears from beneath the ;tnt*, cranied' his pockets with and craititned full , the crown of his old.itri;: hat i, friih the oak, or iiicket illstendeid„his trowsers bulged,ated a top pling weight on his head,lie peeped cautious ly from the door to see that the way was clear for-ah escape to the'orchard, and then, "cross lots,"- to the widow Blinn's house. Tip was creeping furtively behind the wall, slopping; with one hand steadying his hat, and - the .other his pociets, when -a' voice called his name. - lt was the voice of Cephas Boston.- Now if there was a person in the work" whom .Tip feared and hated, it was " that Cephe ". and this fbr tnany reasons, the :chief.OfywhiCh inv. that the Judge's son did, upon occasions, flirt with Miss Nancy Blynn; who, sharing the, popular prejudice in 'favor of fine. clothes iha,ficite&, - preferred, apparently; -a single passing glance fn.pm - Cephas to all Tip's gifts and attentions, . lifopped down beliiiid,t c he wall "Tip Tansley I" again called the hated voice. - - , Bat the proprietor •of ~that' euphonious, name not choosing to answer It, remained' quiet, one hand still supporting his hit, the other his pocket, while young Boston, to room glimpses of the aforesaid - hat ' appear ing over the edge of the wall, had previous ty been risible, Stepped quickly and Itsaly,to.the the spot. Tip crouched with bit' unconscious eyes in the grass ; •Cephas watch ed him good humoredly, leaning over the "If it isn'‘Tip, what Ls.. it t" And Cephas struck one side, of the distended jicket with his cane. An ear of corn dropped out. He struck the other side ; out dropped another. &couple of smart blows across the' back sac: ceeded, followed by more corn, and at the same time Tip, getting op, and er.deavoring to protect his pocket,•let,gn his hat, which fell off, spilling its contents in the graia. • "Did you call ?" gasped the'panic-stricken The rivals stood with the wall between them Las ludicrous a contrast, I dare assert, as ever two loveia of one woman presented. Tip, abashed and afraid, brushed the hair out of his eyes, and made an unsuccessful at tempt to look the handsome and smiling Ce. phas in the face. • "Do you pretend you did 6ot:hear, with all these ears?" said the Judge's son. "1 7 4 was licntin' fora shoe-string," tour muri*Tip, casting dismayed glances along the grOund- " I lost one here som'ers.” • "Tip," paid Cephas, putting his cane under Master Taesley4 chin to•assist him In hold. du g up iiirdiewiitlpbk me in the eye, and tell nie—what it the: diffetice 'twist' you sa- thst corn r • "I don't luirisi--what '1" And liberating his din. Tip droned tits.bead again, and be glut ticking in the grass , in search "of the ,itn shoeditxuag. "That la lyblg on the ground, and you are Visg—on your feet," said Cephaa. • - Tip replied that he was going to-the woods" kr_besn.poleg i and that be took the corn to teed the cattle hi the. " back pastor,' 'cause tier hooked." ".I wish you were as innocent of hooking o . the cattle are I" said the incredulous Cu: • "Go and- put the saddle on Pericles.': Tie proceeded in A straight Hue to the eta- bk. his pockets dropping corn by Abe way, code Cephas, laughing quietly, walked up and dosit under the trees: • "Ross's ready - ," muttered Tip, from the bait door. Instead of leUding Pericles out, he lefthito. in the stall, and climbed up into the hayloft to hide, and brood over his misfortune until his rival was gone., It was not alone the- it f ar of the stolen con] that troubled 'Tip; hut" from the fact that Pericles was order, lie ?Infected that Cephas likewise proweed pap nig a visit to Nancy Blynn. Resolved to lie Arid watch his departure,- he ley.. under the dusty roof, chewing the bitter'ood of en v y, l ad now and then a stem of sew-mown UM *, till Cephas entered the stalls beneath, sa d *aid, "be still 1" in bit clear,„ resonant tone, to Pericles. 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" '. • • _ _ . • . ... _ . . ... ...• . . , "Are you not there, Cephas r .pres s inl 7 said another voice. Itivas that . of the Judge, who had followed his son to the!barn. Tip fay with his elbows on the hay, and listened. "-Going to ride, are you- . Who saddled the horse V' • ' "Tip," replied Chas. - "Pe didn't half curry him. Wait a min ute.' I'm ashamed to let a horse go,out look ing so." . The Judge began to polish off Pericles with wisps of straw. ... " Darned_ of I care 1" muttered Tip. " Cephas." said the Judge, " 1 den!t, want / to make you vain, but I must isay you .ri , ?e the handsomest colt in , the country: Pm proud of reticles. Does his shoe pinch him lately " Not since 'twas set. lie loops well e. hough, father. Your' . eyes are .better. than mjne," said Cephsui, !‘ if you can ace any dust on his. coats" I loyal° tilt it- colt. h does them so much good," rejoined the trudge. d Crrhd ilyon are gbing by Squire Steadinan's, I'd like to have ,you call and getthat mortgage." don't think I shall ride - that -*ay, fa, go for it in the hiotnitig,ho*eer." "tever Rink unless you happen to go that 414. juAt 1 laiihd the ft wisp of that Cepiovir Oephas. beaded his father the . straw. iiidgeAbbed Ai4y spine seconds longer, !en said; ciiitasly,, "If yen .are going up the hiountaiit, *ould stop , and tell,. Colby I'll take those lamita, and *III gild lor_ them .next week.l-1 2 ,‘ I'm not sure that-I shall go as far as Col. brae" replie Chpft4. . - . - " People say,"--the Jtidge'.l Char.i hig-slightly—"you don't often: get farther than the. widow- Blstm's when you travel that . . . ti Ast 61i.04;" tiytd cgpt v is;.. . "Ask the daughter, more re j s Olfit.,l the Judge. Cephas, I've kind o' felt as the' -I ought to have a little talk 'with you alseut the matter. I hope yon ain't fooling the girl, Cepbas." . , The Judge hating broached the subject to which all his rubbing had been introductory, and his fetnarka It ! prologue, waited anxious ly Mt his soh's i!efily. tephas assured him that he should never ,be gililti of foolinikany girt—mach less one sc worthy as . Nancy tllyhti. - " I'm glad to iiear it!" exclaimed the JudEn " Cif course I never believed ynu could do such-a thing. But we sheuid be careful of iippettfam*. (lust another little handful .thitt - People have already got up - the absurd • story -that • you are going to marry Nancy." Tip's ears tingled. There was a brief si lence, broken only 'by the rustling of the straw. •-• Then Cephas said : _ . " Why absurd, father ?" . " Abstrrd—because—why, of coarse, it isn't true, is itl". " I must confess, father,!, replied Cephas, " the idea has' occurred to me that Nancy— would make me—a good wife." It is impossible to say which was the mast astonished liv tins candid avowal, the 'Judge or Master William Tansley: The latter nev er ante iinagined that , Cephp's intentions respectiftg Planck tref§ to serious and now -the inevitable conviction *forced upon )im, that, if his rich rival . really wished to marry her, there "was - no , possible chance left for him, smote his heart with qualms of despair. " Cephas, you stagger me i" said the Judge. "A young man of your ,education and prospeets—" - • * "Nancy is not without some education, father," interposed Cephas, as the Judge hes itated. `kßetter than that, she has heart :Ind soul. She is worthy to be any roan's wire !" ° Although Tip • ente*tained precisely the same opinions, he was greatly dismayed *to hear them expressed so generously by Ce. The Judge rubbed away again at Pericles' flanks-and shoulders with wisps of straw. "No doubt, Cepbas, you think .so--and I sartin I haven't anything agin' Nancy—she's .ri good girl enou p ,nh, fur's I know. ;But just refleet,on't—you re of age, and . in one sense , you can do as you please, but you ain't- too old- to hear reason. You know yoti might marry 'most any _girl you choose." - "-- - "So I thought, and I choose Nancy," ans wered Cephas, preparing to lead out Pericles. ..." I wish the koss'd Xing htm, and break his neck itwhispered the devil in Tip's heart. ft DOn't be hasty ; mat a minute, Cephas," aid the Judge. "You know wharl mean - - ieti'could many. rich. Take a practical view of the matter. Get rid of these •boy ish,:notions. Just think , how it will look for :14:pung man of your cloth—worth twenty thOusand dollars any day I choose to give it to you—to go and marry the widow Blynn's daughter ! A girl that takes in sewing l— ' Whist are you thinking o 4 Ceptas-?" "s he -does' I hear ," replied Cephas, quietly, "she „does' her sewing well." • ~.,"' Well, suppose she does? She'd make a gdod enough wife for such a fellow as Tip, no doubt ;. but I thought a son- i.f e liiine would have looked higher. Think of you and Tip after the None girl. Come,. it you've any piiide about you, you'll pull the saddle off ;thee colt and stay at =house . - it- - 7 A ithougb the Judge ' s Speech, as we per 'ceive. was not quite free froth provincial: inns, hit - arguments were none the less itpow erful on that account. i i e said a good deal more hartbe same strai , olding out threats of unforgiveness and disinheritance on the one Inuad, and praise and promises on the other, Cephas standing 'with his bridle in his hand,, a Tie and poor-:Pensions heart beat ing like pendulum between the hope •that his rival would be convinced and :the fear that he would not. " The question is simply this, father," said Cephas, growing impatient ; " which to choose, love or money 1 And I assure -you I'd much rather Flies" you than displease you. ,t. - 1 - . Thai's the wsy to talk, Cephas! That sounds something - like;!" e x claimed' the Judge. , t " But if I choose money;' Cephas hastened to say, " mosey kraut! be. lought to make A good th i ng of it. What will you give to make it an objectri • - - if Givel—give you -.llll've got, of coarse. What's mine is yours—or will be some day."' sTionte day isn't the thing. I , prefer one good bird in the hand to any number of fine songsters in the bush. - Give me. live thou sand dollars and it's a bargain." . . - N r °434 1 1 ( I * I " NA the Judge. MONTROSE, TJIUISDAY, SEPTEMBER 23, 1858. , 'Very well; then and Pet idles RISS." •" Don't be_ unreasonable, Chas ! Let the colt stund.Vhat do you want with five thowand dollars "Never mind; if you don.% see fit to give it, I'll go and see, Nanrv." 1 . 1 No, no, you shan't! Let go the bridle. I'd rather glvq.. ten thousand." "Very well, give me ten, then 1" " I mean,—tiont go to being wild and_head strong, now,---111 give you a thousand doll ars, if nothing else will satisfy you." " I'll divide the difference with you," said •Cephas. " You shall giv,e me three ,thou sand, and that, you must'donftss, is - very lit tic." • It's a bargain exclaimed the Judge.•—ii: And Tip was thrilled with joy.' ."I'm sorryl : didn't stick to five thousand !" said Cephas. but. wish to ask, can. 1, for instance, marry. Melissa Moore? Next to Nancy, she is the prettiest girl in town." '" But she has no position ; their is the came o9ection to her there is to Nancy.— The - 'alloin ls,pu are not to marry any poorgirl ; nn t meah to Isate it in writing. So pull off the Saddle and cdirie iht'k the house." - " If I had . heen i shrewd I Might just as well have got five thousand," said Cephas. Tip Tansley, now more excited thriii he had ever i beep in his life, waited until the two had lett, tue It!!rit tben, 7 erecping over the hay, hitting his head .in the dut!: againA the low rafters, lie slid down from his carefully descended the stairs, gather. ed up what he tattle. find of the scattered, _eirs'of tucket, and set out to ruirthrotigb the orchard and across the fields to the widow Bly.rin's cottage. The evening was starry, and the gliitermg cages of- the- few &ail: .clouds that lay low m tilt! pltediete4 the rising moon.; 'Baiting only to climb ()ter fences, oipick up now and then the corn that . p.esist.E4 in drop ping from his, pockets, or to scrutinize - some iNeet that ; he thought looked " pokerish" in the dark ; prudently shunning the dismal woods on 'one side, and the pasture where the " hooking" cattle were, on the other, Tip kept. on, and arrived all pal pitating and perspiring at the widow's house, just as the hivired moon wan elimhing up amm4st, the e. clitids over the hill. Ile had left a good deal of his corn and all his cour age IMO in his flight ; 'for Tip, arden't ly as he lovedlthe beautiful Naney, - eould - lay, nO-claim to het• on the poetical ground that "-Only the brave deserve the, fair." With uncertain knuckles, Tip rapped on the humble dOor,-havitig, 'first looked thro' the kitchen window, and seen the widow. sit ting thete; seitliq 4 the light of a tallow candle. . " Good evening, William," said Mrs. Wynn, openil the door; with her spectacles oil her forehea , and her work . gathered up in her lap under her bent figure. " Come in ; take a ehtir." , "Guess I can't •stop," replied Tin, sidling into the room with his hitt en. " How's all the folks ? .N:itey to hum ?" " Nane3's t p stairs; I'll speak to her.— Nancy," wilel the widow at the chamber door, "Tip i.l here! 'letter take a chair while you sto," she.added, Smiling upon the vi,itor, who a wars upon arriving/ " . eilesed he couldn't-st ,p," and usually ended by re. maißing until he was sent away. W ) " ttl, ma 'as well j jot as cheap sittin . as standin'," .aid Tip, depositing the burden of his person lit/—weight,..l46 Ihs.---tipon pne. of the .cr aky, splint-bottomed - chairs. ".Pootyew rm night; kind o'," raising his i l l arm to wipe is face with his sleeve, upon which an ear if that discontented /ticket took occasion to to bre upon the floor. "Iloilo ! what's' that ! • By gracious if 'min't green corn ! Got a y fir; ? Guess we'll lime a roast. ! • And Tip, ti •ing cff his hat began to empty his stuffed pockets into it. " Lair me !" said the widow, squinting over her work, "I thought your• pockets `stuck out amazin' !I jent had the fist taste , of .green corn this . year. , real' kind 'p' thoughtful in you, Tip : but the tire is all ~ o ut, and 'we can't think of 'roastin' on't to night, as I see." "3febby Marley • will,r chuckled Tip.— " Ain't The cornin', down ?„, Any time to night, Nancy !" cried Tip, raising his.voice. 1, to be heard by his belovectin her retreat.- 1 : " You do'no what I brought re:!" Now, sad as the truth may sound, to the ' reader sympathizing with Tip, Nancy eared little what he had brought; and experienced no very , ardent 'desire to 'crime down and . meet him. Sli&sat at' her window looking at the stars; and, thinking of somebody who she bad hoped would visit her that night but that soulebody was not Tip •" although the first sound of his footsteps set her heart fluttering with. expectation, his near ap proach, breathing fast and. loud, had given her a chill of disappointment—almost dis. gust; and she now much preferred her own thoughts, and the moonrise through the trees in the direction of Judge Buxton's house, to all the green corn, and all the green lovers in New Engliirid: - Her _mother, however, who commiserated Tip, and believed as much in being civil to neighbori as she did in keep ing the Sabbath, called again, - and gave her no peace untillshe bad *left the window,. the moonrise, and her romantic dreams, and :de scended into the Prosaic atmosphere of the kitchen, and of Tip and .hisporn. - Tip's mouth, which hid beti - wate‘ing in anticipation ofyhe roasted 6trket, I watered more than eve at the sight or Nancy's ex quisite eyes andlips. Her plain, neat calico gown, enfolding a wonderful little rounded, embodiment of grace and beauty, seemed to him an attire fit for any queen or, fairy that ever lived. But it 'was the same old tragic story oter go/in—:although Tip' loved Nancy, Nancy lined trot Tip. It was well' for him that he and his mouth only watered' far corn ! However he might flatter himself, her regard for hint was on the viol - side of bisterly— .pimply the toleration of.a kindly heart 'for one who was not to Wain° for being less bright than 'other people.. She took her sewing; and sat by the table. Qh, so beautiful I - Tip thought rand envel oped in a charm ing atmosphere which seemed to tohehood transfigure every ,Q.bject except himself.. .-The lanpable apartment, the splint .bottomed chairs, the stockings drying on the pole, even the widow'e - cap and, gown, and the old black'snufiers on the table—all, save poor honaelyllp,'stole s it ray of grace from the halo of her .loveliness. • Nancy disee'ureged the proOsiiion el-,roast ing corn,and' otherwise , deeply grieved her visitor y intently working and thinking, hi- ster:d.rit a 1; in , part in these.oitersation. At letlL,rth a bright Idea otentred to Mm. " (lot a slate and pericill 4 The'uid,)vr'fornished the required ardriet He thPn f fund a book, , whieh happened to he t Tesiament, -and using the . corer as a rule„ ontihe plani_f>f a game, `• Fox and geese, Ntane'P; ye plailr' And. (.fr suflicient number of ker. fi on, one of the ears of corn, and placcd them on !I,e slate for geese, he selected the largest he could find for a fox, stuck it upon a pin, and proceeded to roast it in the can• die. nd aside and let me ye have, Nancy?" pushing the slate towards her; " take yer choice, and cic•c me t:!ej ceeve ; then teat the tf you cm►! Come, ye Play " dear, -Tip, what a tease. you are . I" "I don i t wan f t to. play. must work. Get mother io Orly with you, Tr." "Sly. d(at't vrinter,!' exelnimed Trp.— " Gime, Nancy I then tell ye suthin' I heard jj,t Tore I cum nitay - ..--suthin'' 'bout vim." An , 1 Tip, assurnitt , a careless air,proceed ed to ri, c up tlw ears of corn, log-house fash -1:1:, unr,n hile Nancy was finish ing r twani. `• A hou t Joe ?" she echoed. " You'd ha' thought so !" said Tip, slyly glanr!nii over the corn, as he spoke, to watch the of on " Cephe and the old man had the 111;•nre.1 , t row—l tell you!" hitched aronucl in his chair, and r e nting his I'ILMV_S on loqed rip s shrcied and grinning, int,i r face. • " Tinsley, what do you menu "As if :rou couldn't guess. Cephe wtis (Truitt' to :(•s; you to-nl i tht—lnit I guess he woh't." elfnelled Tip. "Say 1. - ye featly for fox and geo-,e " do you know that ?" demanded Nanev. " Cati , e I heard ! The old n i ....`tbpped hire. and Coptic was goirt' to - ride ever him but the ~ ! 1 man was_toosmuclifor him ; he jerked hjm of? tte hog., and there they had it. heli,ty,witch, rough-and-t ti rhle l tiil Cephe give in, ard-told the old rather 4 h Itdve any w.,rds he'd promise never to come and see you apin if he'd givOim three thou -and dollars; and the olditnan said 'twas a bargain !" Is that true, Tip?" cried the.widow,drop ping her viork and raising h e r hands. "True as I live and breathe, and drawrtbe breath td fife, and have a livin' f" Tip olemt,ly aflirtned. "J --: , t as I alWays told you, Nancy!" ex elaitm:d the widow. "I knew how it, would be. 1 felt sartin Cephas couldn't be depend ed upon. His father never'd hear a word to it, I alltny! , said. be all for the best. I hope. Now don't,%Mtney ; don't, I beg and be-eech:s She -aw plainly, by the convulsive move• meta of Ow girl's bosom, and the quivering of bor lip. :hat some passionate demonstation was Ilirca'ened. • Tip mum while had adven t.. d Nt . arer,'contorting his neck and look \ki:h leering malice into her face until his t almost touched her cheek. "At'll.t do ve• think now of Cephe Bux ton 7 - hy , :isked tauntingly ; "hey V' .A g blow upon the ear rewarded imiyortitience, and he recoiled with such impetuo , ity-that has Chair, went over and threw him sprawling upon the floor, "G, sh :ill hemlock !" he Muttered, scram bling to his feet, rubbing first his elbow, then his car. What's that fur, I'd like, to know =knopkin' a feller ,down "What do I think of Cephas Boxton?" cried Nancy think the 'same I :did be fore—why shouldn't-I I Your slander is no standt.r. Now sitdown and behave your -sell, anal - ,don't put yqur face toonear mine, il'.r - ou don't want your ears boxed !" "Why., Nancy, how.eciuld you I" groaned the ‘widow. ' Nancy made no reply, but resurbed her work very much as if nothimg,had happened. ." Hurt you much, William 1" " Not much ; only-it made my-elbow sing like all Jerewsalem I Never mind; she'll find out. Where's my hat??' Yon ain't going be ye - 1" said Mrs. Blynn, with an air of solicitude: • " I cu, ss I ain't wanted here," .mumbled Tip. pulling his hat over his ears. He struck ale slate. scattering the fox' and geese, and demolishing the house of green corn.' "You can keep that; 1 don't want it. Good night; Miss Blynn." - Tip olaeed peculiar emphasis upon the name, and fumbled a good> while with the latch, expecting 'Nancy would say something; but she maintained a cool .and dignified si-, lence ; and as nobody urges him to stay, he reluctantly departed, his heart full of Injury, and his hopes collapsed like tits pockets. , F u r - tiorne minutes Name) , continued to sew intent and fast, Iter_flushed face .bo*ed over the seam; then suddenly her. eyes flamed, her fingers_forgot their cunning, the needle shot blindly hit her and thither, and the quick ly-drawn thread snapped in twain. " Nancy ! Nancy ! don't!" pleaded Mrs. Biy nu ;" I beg of sye, now. don t „ . " Oh, mother," burst forth. theryonngiirl i witli subs, " I arts so' unhappy What did I strike poor Tip for? He did not . knoW nny better. I am always doing something so wrong. Be could not have made up the sto ry. Vephas wotild have come here. to-night —I know he • " Poor child ! poor child !" said Mrs. Blynn. • " Why couldn't You. :bear to •me? I always V you to .be.:earefUl and ,got to like Cephas too well. . Cut may be Tip didn't understand. May be Ceplias will- ceutie to• morrow. and then. all Will,be espralne4.7 cepha's is true . , - ,1,kn0W74 know)" wept Nancy, " but his fath'er"--" ' • The morroweame.a_na passea. ,-an no Ce. pima. The, next day was Sunday, and Nan cy went to church, not, with 'an undh ided heart, but witiklinmen love, and hoPe; and' grid niinglibg.strangely with her prayers.: She knew,Cephas would . be there,. and .felt that a glance eye,WoUld But—fur the first titne.in tinny months_ it happened, they satin, the same house of *or; sbip,-.she with inir' Mother in their bumble corner, hU in -the, .ludge's.conipicuMis ;pea!, and no word or look passed , between them. 'She'went'hoMe, still to ;wit; tortured, with the wasting anguish known only to . thoie.who, love and ofdnutt. ,-:Duy after -.day, of ; leaden limelir.ess, night after night oT,watcliint and despair, 'succeeded; and still Ito Cepluts,. Tip also had discontinued' his visits. ltlrs,4llyrin saw a -.low, - Certain:change. come' oVer,'her child ; her joyonilaugh . rang no neith ersvere her _tears often seen or sigh; ite•ard; but she seemed disciplining heriell to bear faith patience and serenity e .desolatenexs of her lot. One evening it was story,. tttid Nancy and her Mother were togethe in the plain, tidy kitchen, froth' sewing a d both ; gusts of rain lashing the Windows, and the cat purring in a chair.' Nancy's, heart was more quiet than_ usual ; Tor, albit expecta tion was not quite extinct, no visitor surely, entild he looked for on such a night.; But is it not trim that the spirit loves surpfise ; and that, when least expected; glace arrives?— This truth applies alike to the seeming tri fles of life and to matters of-the griatest mo ment ; and it was made manifest to Nancy that night ; first when, amidst the totmds of the storm, she heard footsteps and a knock at the door. ' She need not have started and changed color so tumultuously, however, for the visitor was only Tip. ," Good eveninl," said young Master Tans ley, stopping, pulling off his dripping hat end shaking it. " I'd no idea it rained so ! I was goin' by, and thought I'd stop in. Ye mad, Nancy ?" and be peered at the young girl from beneath his wet hair with a baehful grin. Nancy's heart was too much softened to cherish any resentment, and with suffused eyes she begged Tip to forgive the blow. " Pall I do' no' what rd dune .to be knocked down fur," began Tip, with a pout ing and aggrieicil air 3 " though I sposel due tew. But I wits what I told ye turned' out about so, after ail ; didn't it, hey I n At Nancy's_look of distress . Itirs. Blynn made sips for Tip to forbear. But he had come too far through,the darkness and rain with an exciting piece of news to be thus eti sily sileii d, "1 han't brought fou-no corn this time, for I didn't know ateyou'd roast It if I did. S t ay, Naney ! 'Cephe and the old man 'had it 'again to-day • tittd.the Judge forked over the three thousand dollars; teen him ! He was only waitin' to raise its It's real mean in dephe t I s'pose you think--tnebby 'tis ; but, by gracious, dant( thousand dollars is a tar nal sloe of money." ' -.Hugely satisfied with the 'effect tins -an nommement produced,'Tip sprawled upon' _a chair and chewed a stick, like one resolVed to make himself comfUrttible for the evening. "Saxafrax—ye want some, r he said, breaking off-with his teeth a liberal piece of the stick. "Say, Nancy! ye needn't look so mad. cephe has sold out, I tell ye ; and when I oder ye saiiafrax, ye may as well take some.", Not without effort Nancy held her peace ; and Tip, extending the fragment of 'the sas safras toot which his teeth had split off; was complacently urging her to accept it—"'teas real good"—when the sound of hoofs - was. heard ; a•halt at the gate; a horseman dis mounting, leadirg his animal to the shed ; a voice saying, "Be still, Pericles!" and foot ste,ps approaching the door. " Nancy ! Nancy !'! articulated Nrs. Blynn, scarcely less agitated than her daughter, " he has come."' " Cephe !" 'whispered Tip, hoarsely.— " If he should ketch me here ! guess I'll go." Confound that Cephe, anyhow ! ' " Rap ! Rap !" two light, decisive strokes of, a riding whip on the kitchen'door. . Mrs. Blynn glanced around to see if every thing was tidy.; and Tip, dropping his sassa fras, whirled about and wheeled about like Jim Crow, in the excitement of the moment. " Mother—go I" uttered Nancy, pale with emotion, hurridly pointing to the door ; I can't." - She made her escape by the stairway ; ob serving which the bewildered Tip, who had indulged a frantic thOught of leaping from the window to avoid Meeting his dread rival, Changed his mmd and rushed after her. Un advised of his intention, and thinking only of shutting herself from the sight of Cephas,' Naney closed the kitchen door rather severe ly upon Tip's fingers; but his fear rendered him insensible to pain, and he followed her, scrambling up the dark stair-casejut as Mts. Blynn admitted Cephas. Nancy did not immediately perceive what had occurred, but preser.tly, amid the sound of the rain on the roof and the wind about the gables, she heard the unmistakable per turbed breathing of her luckless IciVer. " Nancy," whispered Tip, " Where sire ye? I've 'moat broke my head against this blastA ed beam 1" " What are you Rene; fort" demanded Nancy. - ".'Cause I didn't want him to see me. He won't atop but a minute, then... Ell go down, I ' did give my head the allaidest tunk !" said Tip. , Mrs: Blynn opened the door to inform Nancy .of the arrival of a' visitor; and 'the light from below, partially illiiminating the fugitive's retreat, showed Tip in a sitting pos ture on one of the upper stairs, difigently rubbing that portion of. his . .eranium which had come in collision with thebeam I "Say, Nancy, - don't go !" Whispered Tip; "don't leave me here in the dark I" For the widoi had closed ithe door, and Tip was sus picious of bugbears. _ Nancy had too many tumultuous thoughts of her own to give much heed to his distress ; and having hastily arranged: her hair and' 'dress tbe sense of touch, 'she glided by him, bidding him keep quiet, and descending the stairs to the door, which - alie.cipened and closed:again, leaving him to the:wretched sol itude of the place, which appeared to him a : hundred fold more da'rk and : dreadful than 'before. - Cephas, in the meantime, bad divested himself of his oil-cloth capote, and entered, the neat little sitting room, to which he was civily shown by-the widow: 4' Nancy% be down in'tt minute." And placing .a candle lion the,mantle-piecti, Mrs..Elynn withdrew. Nancy,having repined' berielflOsseasion, appearedmighty dignified befineher lover; ,gave him a passive band,;': - : ; declined, with averted heed; 116 proffered kiss; anti seated herself eta cool and respectithle distance. ;."Nancy, what . i.t - the matter 1". said C 43- Ohas, in mingled amazement and alarm.— "You act as though-I WU a pedlar, and yon didn't care to trade:: - can. trade, str—you can' make.what bargaint y,eii please with , olAer4; Niney's acing and swelling kill:sine up and choked' her: ";Dear Naney 1 what baire I doel What bas changed, you sot Haire yonforgotten— the last time I was_berer 'Twould "no . be strange if I hiu4 - _it was BO lung-ago.'" . , " Poor. - Poor Nancy spoke cuttingly but her sar casm. Was a sword: with two pointer which . . I H. fl. s _FRAZIEII, 4.—NO. se. pierced her own heart _ l quite as much as it wounded her lover's. "Nancy," said Cephas, as he took her hand agate so tenderly that it was like putting heaven - away to withdraw it, "if we love !each other, let us be true to each other. Can you not trrist me I %Has not your heart as raured you that I 'could never stay away from you so . Without good resens " Oh, I don't doubt but you had reasons !" replied\Nancy,-with a bursting anguish in her tones. "But such reasons V' "Suc4 reisons.l" repeated Cephas, grieyed and repelled. " Will you please inform me what you mean ? For; \ as I live, lam igno•- rant !" • " Ah, Cephos! i6s not true, then," • cried Nancy, with, sudden he, "that—your fa ther—" ' What of my father? ' • " That he opposes us ; that he has - offered you money—" a • A vivid emotion flashed across the young man's face. " llowwhat have you beard, Nancy ?" "Is it true?" said Nancy ; her rigid feal tures, her intense look, her unnatural tone of voice, all , betraying the painful and dangerous tension of feeling with which,she awaited his reply, " tell me 1 tell me - quick !" - " I would have preferred to tell . you with oat being questioned so.shnrply," replied Ce phas. • " But since hear-say has - gfst the start of me, and brought you the news, I can only -answer—L - 11e has offered me money." • "To buy you—to hire you—" . " .. Not to . marry any poor girl—that's the bargain, Nancy," said Cephas, with the ten derest of smiles. And,youltase accepted ?" cried Nancy, quiokly. "I have accepted," responded Cephas.._ Nancy uttered not a word, but she sat like one frozen by'despair, her eyes full of hopeless passion, fixed intent and tearless up on her lover. - _ " I came to tell you all this; but I should have told you in a different way, could I have had my choice," said Cephaq with profound pity and affection. What t have done is for your happiness as much as my'own. My &ther threatened to disinherit me if I marri ed a poor girl; and how can I bear the tho't of subjecting you to such' a lot 'I lie has given me three thousand dollars—l only re ceived it to-day or I should have come to you before—fur Nancy—Dear Nancy ! do not look -so strange I it is for you, this mon ey—do‘you hear 1" Ile attempted to draw her, toward him, but she sprang indignantly to her feet. " Base! base!" she exclaimed, trembling with emotion. ‘ 4 :Cophas, had you struck me dead_ it wouldhive been less cruel than this! To offer me money !" And she covered her burning face with ber hands. " Dearest, dearest Nancy !" Cephas caught her andliolded her in his arms—" do you not understand? It is your dowry ! You are no longer a poor girl. I promised not to marry any poor-girl, lot 1 never promiicd not to marry you. Accept the dowry, then you will be a rick girl, and my wife, try wife, Nancy r "Oh, Cephas ! is it true'? Let me look at you!" She held him firm, and hioked into his face, and into' his deep, truthful eyes.— "It is true ! ForgiVe me ! forgive me!" 'What more,. was said or done I am unable to relate ; but a month later the village cler gyman was called to administer the vows of wedlock to a pair of happy loverssin the wid ow Blynn's cottage; and the next morning there went abroad the report of a marriage which surprised the good people of the par ish generally, and Judge Buxton' more par ticularly. In the afternoon of that day Cephas rode home- to pay his respects to the old gentle. man, and ask him if he would like an intro duction 'to thelgide. " Cephas 1" cried the Judge, filled with wrath, sinking his `ion's written agreement with his apgry' band, " look heie your promise ! Have you forgotten 1" "Read it, picasesaid Cephas: - "In consideration—" began the Judge, running his troubled eye over the paper, I do hereby pledge myself, never at any time or in any place, fb -marry any poor girl." • "You wilrfind," said Cephas,'" that I have' acted according to the. striet terms of our agreement. And I.have the honor to inform you, Sir, that I have married a person who;- with other attractions, possesses .the hand some trifle of three thousand dollars." The Judge fumed, made use of an oath or. two, and talked loudly of disinheritance and cutting off with a'shilling. " I should be very sorry to have you do such a thing," rejoined Cephas, respectfully; " but, after all, it isn't as though I hid - not received a neat little fortune by the way of my wife." - - A retort so happy, that' the Judge ended* with a hearty acknowledgement - of his son's superior wit, and' an invitation to come home and lodge his lovely incumbrance beneath the parental, roof. - Thereupon Cepha.s took a roll of notes from his frohis pocket. " All jesting as ide," said he, 'I must first , squire a little matter Of business with which my ,wife has' commis sioned me.. She is more scrupulous than the son of my father, and she refused to receive the money, until I had promised to return' it, to you as soon as we were married. And here it is !" " Fie, fie !" cried tbe Judge. " Keep the money. She's a noble girl 'aiteir good for a rogue like-your I know it!" said Cephas, humbly, -with many tears.in his ey es, for recollection of - a somewhat wild and. wayward youth, min; gling with the conscious possession-otso Much love and happicess„melted—his heart with' Unspeakable contrition and gratitude. Eisven 1'04)1,8.-1—The envious man—who sends away his mutton because the person next to hinkis eating venison, 2-4bejeal.: aux man'-who spreads his bed with sting ing nettles, and then sleeps in it, 3—The p,roud.inan , who gets wet through, sooner than ,ride.ia Use carriage of his inferior. The litigious toart-r.who goes to law _ln- the hopes of ruining his opponent and.gets rum ed ; himself. ; s—The extravigant_man:—who buys a herring, and takes** dab to carry. _it borne. 6—The angry inan—who learns to play the tantborinebeaswebe is iannoyed by the playirfg of his neighbor's piano, 7—The ostenuitia)es nm—who illumines die outside of his house most brilliantly, and sits Inside Id the dark.--Pinds Educational. ""There, is a tide"—it has been well said—" in the aBairs of men." .Thera is no exception to the principle—fashion rules more or less, and ever has ruled, In every'-depart ,ment of life; the admiration . of one age is. an object of ridicule in the . neat; . and what yes terday was counted folly_M-,day is wisdom. The greatest wondei, the most, admired in vention,,the most useful and practical discov ery, has but its own short day : in all likeli hood, the greater wonder, the more absorb ing the excitement it produces, the surer its passing to neglect. Education tam no bet ter than its neighbors in this resoedt. It hal its phases and petted 'aspects from time to time, -but they -pass away; and subjects, which today are made the most of, are to morrow slighted, if not absolutely scouted.— hi order toicnow this fully, it is only neces sary to be placed for a short time in the po sition of a public teacher, and take a few notes of the comments which are made and the wishes which are expressed by those who areplacing out their sons for education. One wants his fitted for life by theshortest cut thit can - be adopted. '"Give him (says the pa rent) just. what will get him Into this or' that profession:" Another begs you will not stuff his boy with Latin and Greek nonsense— " the day for 4 that sort of thing has gone by." A third wishes his son to obtain a respecta ble position in life, yet is perfectly contented if you can make him write a good hand and.. reckon up a -long eolunin of figures with ease and correctness. 'A fourth ,does not care much' what you dO with the lid, if, you Iteeli\ him for a certain time, beyond the of his annoying his fond parent, and turn him out when he is wanted, with a pair of good broad shoulders and tame little approach to good manners , and sense. A fifth thinks mathematical instruction the-one thing to turn to account in life—yet s etjll his boy is thought to be a genius, and such a one as he is allowed to be, you ought certainly to turn out a polished scholar, forsooth, in " twenty fou r lessons !"_ in short, the teacher is like the old man in the fable. 'He may ride his ass himself; and make his boy walk, or he may walk himself and let the boy ride, or he and the boy may ride together, Or carry the as& together • but,,for all that, be cannot please everybody. ' The current of the popularis aura—the set 'of the wind of fashion, is now from the north, now from the south, present ly from the east, and then from the west— with as many inter i shades of individ ual fancy as there are interm iate points in the compass. Unfortunately, most of, our teachers are, in their circumstances, depend ent upon these popular fancies; and the his._ tory of education, if it can be called history in so young a cour.try as this, shows that there is yet nothing stable in this department of the work of life. The following lines, arranged from a poem by a wriler who was imbued with the true American spirit, might serve appropri ately for declamation in our Schools. Young America will not be - harmed by their senti ment : In life's earnest battle, They only prevail, .. Who daily march onward, And never say fail. All obstacles vanish, AU enemies quail, Io the might of their wisdom, l l'irbo never my In life's rosy morning, In manhood's fair s pride, Let this be your motto, Your footstep's to guide ; In storm and in sunshine, Whatever assail, . ' . We'll onward and conquer, And never say fail I EDGCATION.--All educated man stands, as it were, in the midst of 'a boundless arsenal and magazine, filled with all the weapps snd engines which man's skill has been able to devise frnm the earliest time; and he works accordingly with a strength . borrowed from all past ages. How different is his State who stands on the outside of that storehouse, and' feels that its gates must be stormed, or , re- _ main for ever shut against him! His means are the commonest and rudest: the mere work done is no measure of his strength. A. dwarf behind his steam engine may. remove mountains; but no dwarf will heir them down - with the pickaxe; and he must be a Titan that burls'them abroad with his arms. —Carlyle. • OUR LANGUAGE.—The Dublin 'University Maga2ine, _says r " Dictionary English 'is something very different not only from col loquial English, but even from that of ordin ary written composition. Instead of Itholt 40,000 words, there is probably no ningle au thor in the language from whose works, how ever voluminous, so many as 10,000 words coulffba collected. Of the 40,000 words there are certainly many more than onallidf that are only employed—Af they ,are ever employed at the rarist occasions.--: ',Are should any of us surpriied if we counted them, with how'imall a num ber oftwords we manage to express all that we hare to say; either:with our lips, or, Area with the pep, _Our common literary Eng. lisV . probably, hardly eaten& t 0.11 0. 2000 words, our common spoken English hardly to 5,000.• • ' LITERAL LitAREZII2.--A 11Ch00b1U1Sta, wish ing his pupils to have a Clear idea of faith, illustrated it thus :•;--t 4 Here is is apple—you see it, and therefore know that' it is : there . ; ; but when I plane- it under—this teacup, you have faith that it ,is there, though you' ao long. er see .it.:' The lads seem to understand per- • fectly ; and the, next. time the nmster. . asked them; " What is faith?" they answered, wit one 4 accord, " Aciaikpla under a tesouii." Pamsunchtnou.--Sheridan agreed with WalkerAdmt the word .wind—lcenottceing it wynd ; but ditreced fr om hint m respect to which he would pionotitioe'gtiOld: Sher idan tells that Stria would jeer those who pronounced wind. with a ;short by eying, J.' havn.a great minted to fian'd why. you renounce it winn'd." An illiberal.oritio re torted this upon Sheridan by saying, "If 'I may be so boold, I should be glad to betould why you pronounce it gould r , jar , Addison defines fine taste , in writ ing to that faculty of the ac•el which - di& eernr the beauties Of an author with pleaimre - and the inwerfeetkma witirdialike." By,how many persons coniparatively is . this : (acuity lammed t
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