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POJETTCY.
' A Z.AMX3XT.
By Percy BrShellcy.
Swifter far than Summer's flight,
Swifter far than happy night,
... .
Art thou come and gone:
As the earth when leaves are dead,
As the night when sleepjs sped,- -
As the heart wlien joy isjfled, '
I am left alone, alone.
The swallow Summer comes again,
Tiio owlet Night resumes her reign,
But the wild swan Youth is fain
To flv with thee, fabe as ihou,
My heart each day desires the morrow,
Sleep itself is turned to sorrow,
Vainly would my winter borrow
Sunny leaves from any bough,
allies ior a uruiei oeu,
illuscs fora rnatron'r Iraa'Jf , - .
it' . r tj j i
vioieis ior a maiucii ucau,
Pansiea let my flowers be;
On the living grave I bear,
Scatter them without a tear,
Let no friend, however dear,
Waste one hope, one fear for me
DEATH.
Death is here, and death is thero
Death is busy every where,
All around, within, beneath,
Above, is death and we arc death.
Death had set h'is mark and seal
On all we are aud all we feel,
On all wc know and all we fear.
First our pleasures die and then
Our hopes, & then our fears & when
Thcso arc dead, the debt is due,
Dust claims dust and we die too.
Shelley.
SUSANNAH.
Sweeter than the sweetest manna,
Lovely, lively, chaste Susannah :
You're tho girl that still I muse on,
Pretty little smiling Susan.
Oh, if verses can amuse ye,
Fairest, sweetest, laughing Susy,
I'd write on, but ne'er rebuke ye,
Handsome and good nalurcd Suky !
Every Rhyme would flatter you,
Sprightly, dimpling, lender Sue I
I've sung my song adieu, adieu I
Susannah, Susan, Susey, Suky, Sue!
" A. man can't help what happens behind
his back," as tho loafer said ven lie was
kicked out of doors.
41 I am vero I would ever be," as tho
loafer said ven ho was astride the rum cask
operating with his straw. 4
" Why mother, almost every word in
John's letter is spelt wronjr. 'You would
not have me marry such a man, surely."
Vj 44 Why, Sail, I suppose that's tho way (o
spell in the town where- ho lives, They
have different fashions to .us in every thing
else, so I suppose they are different in that
too." .
If tho best man's faults were written on
his forehead, he would pull his hat over his
eyes,
THE SECOND COURTSHIP.
ETC HENRY TUCKEUMAN,
Author of 14 Isabel, or Sicily," just pub-
lished by Leo Blanchard.
"The former proprietor of this vil
li was an elegant and interesting man. In
his youth he had passed sovoral years in
Great Britain, and returned to his native ci
ty at the period when the English had pos
session of the island. As he spoke their
anguace perfectly, and was an intelligent
and agreeable companion there Vas no Sici-
ian more frequently to be found in 'their
circles, or one who was moie deservedly
popular among them. At that time there
was residing in Palmcro, tlio" ward of an
English officer, committed to his care by
ler father, an old friend, who died many
years prcvious in England. Caroline Wal
ter was not only beautiful, but so fascinating
in her manners, that she was the object of
universal admiration. To the extreme mor
tification of many of her countrymen, she
received without displeasure the market at
tentions of Palma.the inheritor of this beau
tiful domain, They were in truth, admir
ably fitted for each other. His chief fault
was an impetuosity of feeling, which some
times urged him into acts of foolish precip
itancy; but in mind and principle he was
infinitely superior to the generality" of his
countrymen, and it wa3 the virtues of Car
oline Walter not less than her personal gra
ces, which had won his heart.
You are aware of the inveterate prejudice
which the English entertain towards foreign
ers, and you must have perceived how
strongly it is cherished in tho case of Sicil
ians. There are, indeed, discrepancies of
temperament and character between the two
people" to assoiyjqijtf jfjunklQjuslirjtSiOpm
degree of such a feeling, and the want of
education, and moral degradation too preva
lent among the inhabitants of this island, is
sufficient to explain tho little favour they
find in the eyes of one of tho most enlight
ened nations of the earth. But this, like
all other prejudices, is too indiscriminate,
and therefore unworthy of being entertain
ed by any liberal or philosophical mind.
The known virtues of Palma did ' not
weigh with tho friends of Carolino Walter.
She was assailed on every side and in eve
ry manner, to induce her to renounce her
lover, solely because he was a Sicilian, but
in vain. She could not appreciate the ar
gument; and having found him honorable,
gifted and especially possessed of tastes and
sentiments accnrdiiiff with her own, she
hesitated not to reciprocate his ardent and
disinterested attachment. After their mar
riage, they were for a short time absent up
on the continent, and then returned hither
and established themselves at this villa.
The sight of their domestic enjoyments re
awakened disappointment in the breasts of
some of the young English officers, and
there were two of them, especially, who
resolved, if possible, to disturb the happl
ness which thoy had not the magnanimity
to rejoice in. How to sow the seeds of dis
cord' where harmony was so complete was
a question they could easily solve. To
attempt o impair tho confidence of tho wife
they know would be in vain, and moreover
there was a dignity and independent supe
riority in her character which awed them
into silent respect. Unfortunately, they
were aware of the weakness of Palma, and
upon this they determined to play. Indus
triously circulating roports that his wife re
pented of her connection, they took meas
ures that not a day should pass but some
insinuation reached his ears calculated to
excite that jealousy which belongs to the
Sicilain temperament. For a long time these
rumors affected him not. He knew the
propensity of his countrymen for scandal;
and iff for a moment, a doubt has darkened
his mind, one glimpse at the ingenuous and
n&bln countenance of his lovely wife, or a
singlo tone of her sweet welcome, dispelled
it in a moment.
One day, howovor, when several Eng
lish officers, and among them the two hyp-
pocrites were dining here, one of them, af
ter the repast, took Palnm aside, after ex
torting many promises of secrecy, and mak
ing innumerable professions of friendship,
ike a second Iago, advised him to watch
narrowly lest his domestic peace was inva
ded. This ambiguous warning convoyed
thus solemnly alarmed Palrnaf He return
ed thoughtfully tbjvards the house. Caro
line's joyous laugn reached his car. For
tho first timo there was something unmusic
al in it'. Ho raised his eyes to yonder ter
race and saw her promenading, and appar
ently in the ploasanlest 'conversation with
the accomplice of him who had just poison
ed his car, and who no sooner caught a
glimpse of his host than he threw into his
manners as great an air of confidence and
familiarity as possible. This little incident,
though of no importance in itself, served to
irritate Palma into a fit'of jealous musing.
Surmises, as baseless as air, were brooded
over till they grew into positive doubts be
neath the fructifying influence of a southern
imagination. And when the visiters had de
parted, in a moment of passion, he appear
ed before his astonished wife, and charged
her with having deceived and lost all affec
tion for him, indeed, if she ever had any,
rushed from her presence, drove rapidly to
town, and embarked that very evening, in a
steam packet for Malta. Wont Pclegrino
had not faded from his sight, before he re
gretted the step he had taken. His self-reproaches
were iucrcased to agony, when an
acquaintance, one of his fellow passengers,
after warmly eulogizing his wife, began to
praise his forbearance towards those who
endeavoied to mar his happiness to gratify
their spleen.
All at once he saw his error and mourn
ed his precipitancy. Jn three days he re
turned to Palermo, and sought the retreat
Where liisJnjuruiL wifu;was -Iu4ul. I--
ldnged to throw himself at her feet and de
mand forgiveness, but sojgreat was his mor
tification, and so unpardonable in his own
eyes seemed his conduct, that ho had
not the courage to approach her. He re
membered the sad look of silent yet elo
quent reproach with which she gazed upon
him us he left her presence. He recalled
the pride of her character, and dreaded the
effect of his weak and violent behavior.
He knew not but her esteem had gone from
her for ever.
In this state of indecision and perplexity
he remained for several days in the neigh
borhood One afternoon towards dusk, he
approached the house, and saw Caroline
seated near the window; but as he drew
near, she abruptedly left the spot. He be
lieved she had recognized, and thus pur
posely avoided him. The next evening he
approached. She was in the place, and
half roso as he drew near; but perceiving
him pass the door, she remained and form
ally returned his proffered recognition. His
impression then was, that she thought him
insane. In short, I cannot tell you by what
gradual steps he progressed towards a rccon
ciliation. No lover for the first time deli
cately shaping his way to the heart of his
mistress could have acted more timidly, or
been more tremblingly alive to every faint
indication of success. It was, in truth, a
second courtship.
At last, one ldvely evening, he throw off
the cloak which had hitherto concealed him
from observation, and entering the grove
just opposite his wife's balcony, began to
sing several of her favorite airs in a feigned
voice. There lived in the neighborhood
an old blind man who had frequently amus
sed them in this manner, and he knew she
would come to the terrace to throw him tho
customary gratuity. After a short time he
heard the window open and saw her step
forth into the moonlight. It was the first
he had seen her distinctly since their separ
ation. She was paler than usual, and a sad
expression mellowed into pensive beauty
the spirited loveliness of Jier countenance.
She leaned over the rail, and seemed about
to call the unseen vocalist, when he, antici
pating her purpose, slightly softening his
voice, commenced an ttalian air, which thoy
had oftsn sang together. The half uttered
word died upon her lips sho stood still and
listenedand presently, as if overcome by
the associations thus awakened, the tears
fell thick and fast from her eyes. The re
pentant husband saw that tho favorite op
portunity had arrived. He suddenly paus
ed, and struck at once, with his natural
voice, into a little English song of his own
composition, with which he had serenaded
on tho night when they first exchanged
vows of. eternal fidelity. At the first tone
of that well known voice she started, and
turned, towards the open window, but as
the feeling notes rolled on, she paused as if
entranced, and as tho last stanza was con
cluded, he sprang from his concealment,
and was on the terrace and at her feet in a
moment. He was forgiven and the stream
of affection thus temporarily.divided, reuni
ted with a new force and a more gladsome
murmur, and flows on in rich and feitilizing
beauty to this hour.
ROSANNA, THE UGLY ONE.
From the French.
4 But look then," said Mrs. Moore to her
husband, how ugly that little one is. Is
she not, William !'
And Mr. Moore, who was sitting in a
rocking chair, amusing himself with poking
tho fire, laid down the tongs he held, and
gravely answered his wife:
4- But, my dear, you have already said so
one hundred times, and weie you to say so
one hundred times more.Rosa would not be
come less ugly for your saying so."
Rosanna was a little gitl of about four
teen, She was their only child, and to do
her mother justice was very ugly, nay, al
most rovolting with her little eyes, flat nose,
large mouth, thick protruding lips, red hair,
and above all, a form remarkably awry.
Rosa was then very ugly; but sho was a
gent, she possessed a mind of the highest
order. Nature seemed to have tcomoensa
ted her with every good quality of the heart
for the want of every beauty'of the person.
The poor little thing was profoundedly
hurt, as she listened to her mother's obser
vation.
Oh you little fright, you will never get
a husband.'
iignt o'ciock struct; Mrs. woore was
sorely vexed.
Go to bed, Rosanna.'
Trembling, the little girl approached her
mother to give her the kiss of good night.
"Pis useless, you little monster,' said
her mother.
A tear rolled from the little one's eye.'
She hastily wiped it away, and turned to
her father presented him the yet humid
check. He kissed her tenderly.
' I am not altogether miserable,' she mur
mured, leaving the room.
Retired to her chamber, she commenced
embroidering a scarf, and worked thus part
of the night, for she desired to be able to
present it to her mothci, when she rose in
the morning.
The clock struck twelve. She had just
finished, and putting it by, the little girl
calmly resigned herself to rest. Her repose
was undisturbed.
On the morrow, Rosa presented the
scarf to her mother. What was the pain the
little one'experieuced, when her mother re
ceived it coldly, and expressed nono of those
tender sentiments which were to have been
the sweet little one's reward.
Her eyes by chance glanced over a neigh
boring mirror.
Yes,' she said internally, I am ugly
they are right;' and shesoughtinheryoung
head to find a remedy for ugliness.
And then in tho world new pangs wound
ed tho little ugly' one's heatt. A first im
pression alienated all tho young girls of her
own age; but then she was so good, so amia
ble, so amusing, that they approached, then
listened, and then loved her. Now, indeed,
our little one was happy.
One day Moore went home in a violent
passion) and becamo, in consequence of
somo trifling provocation, highly incensed
against his wife. Their domestic felicity
was troubled for eight long days for eight
long days, Mrs. Mooro was continually cry
ing. Rosanna in vain racked her young
brains to discover why her mother was con
tinually weeping. At last she reflected in
her mind to reconcile them.
They were all three seated in the parlor
Mr. Moore was arranging the fire. When
this was concluded, he threw the tongs from
him, snatched a book from the mantel, and
opened it abruptly; but after a moment's
perusal, he closed it again in a violent hu
mor, cast a fierce glance at his trembling
wife, and hurriedly roso from his chair.
Rosanna, deeply moved,claspcd her arms
around his neck as he was about to rise,
and affectionately caressed him. He could
not reject her innocent coaxing, and the lit
tle girl, thinking she had succeeded in touch
ing his heart, took in her hands the mois
tened handkerchief wherewith her mother
had been drying her weeping eyes, and
dried them a second time therewith: Sho
then tenderly embraced her mother, who
returned her affectionate caresses with all a
mother's fondness.
The parties being now favorably disposed.
nought remained but to establish the peace.
This was no easy matter neither would
make the first overture, and without tho
penetration of little Rosa, the reconciliation
would not then have taken place.
She took hor father's hand between her
own little hands, and pressed it to her bo
som; she then took her mother's hand and
joined it to her father's, as it lay near her
heart. Human pride could resist no long
er; the alienated parents rose at the samo
moment, and cordially embraced each oth
er. From that hour, Rosa was the idol of
them both.
Six years after this, Rosanna, the ugly
Rosanna, was the qrnament of every socie
ty to which 'her mother presented her. A-
tion was universally co'urted.
.One summer evening, the sun, which dur
ing thfr'day, had shed overnaturesn intense
hca, had just disappeared, leaving the hori
zon covered with long white bands of red;
clouds more and more dark, wero heaping
themselves on the eastern sky; the attrtds-.
phere was sufficating, and one would tlccm
the earth was returning to the sun the heat
she had been receiving from the latter dur
ing the day. 'All was heavy and weary; tho
air inhaled, seemed rather to suffocate than
to nourish. A drowsy languor ovcrcamo
every one.
In a saloon, whoso every window was
thrown open might be seen gliding here and
there in the darkened light groups of young
females, whose white dresses, slightly agi
tated by tho rising breeze of the evening,
offered something mysterious and pootical,
whereon the imagination loved to dwell. A
low, languishing whisper was then heard,
like the soothing murmur of some distant
rivulet. A young woman, seated before a
piano was repressing hor heart's sentiments
by an extemporary melody, now smooth
and tender, now deep and trembling.
No more whispering, but a general si
lence took place, for hcr's was a colestial
sympathy a seraph's song.
Lord Underwood, a fine blue-eyed young
nobleman, was so deeply touched by tho
melody, that his frame seemed agitated by
a momemlary convulsion. Ho listened to
the angel's voice; so softly harmonizing with
tho sweet tones of tho instrument, and felt
an indescribable sensation thrill through-Iris
frame.
Tho music ceased, but the sweet voico
still vibrated on Underwood's ear, and thero
was a charm in tho witty and orgihal trifle
to which he listened, that transfixed hin
where he stood.
Ho w beautiful must that young girl be,"
thought Underwood. 44 Happy the man
on whom may fall her choice," and he in
voluntarily sighed. Suddenly lights wero
brought in' The young woman was the
ugly Rosanna.
Lord Underwood was stupilied. lie
closed his eyes, but the charm of that voico
haunted his memcry. He gazed on her n
second time, and he thought her less ugly