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A FATHER'S LAMENT FOR HIS FIRST BORN,
ur JOHN c. m'cabe.
She's goac ! th at lovely flower, which late so fond I prcst,
And that young hcartihat beat so quick hath hushed iuelf to
rest;
And as the rolling billow, that dies along the shore,
Makes a low soul-touching moan, and then is heard no more ;
My little prattler gazed awhile upon the earth and sighed,
Then closed her azure lids o'er her soft blue eyes, and died. '
Farewell, my little charmer! farewell, my Mary dear!
Oftjfromthy father's eye shall fall, the agonizing tear ;
"When mcm'ry from her treasury brings each feature fond to
view ;
The coral li p, the rosy cheek, the eye of melting blue,
When fancy shall the car with touching music fill,
Of that loved voice, oh ' how the soul Yiith anguish keen will
thrill.
Tis said that kindred spirits, watch over those on earth they
love,
And art thou, dearest Mary, looking.from.tliy h ome above.
O'er the pathway of thy father, as hcjwcnds him to thy grave,
Where night-winds whisper solemnly, and weeping willows
wave 7
Oh! couldst thou leave thy happy home, beyond those star-li.
skies,
Or could" I take an angel s wing, and to those regions rise,
ThK I might clasp my child once more, and give a parentis
kiss,
A. calm would o'er my spirit steal, and grief would yield to bliss.
It cannot be ! it cannot be, thou never wilt return.
Nor can my clay-cloggy fpu-it rise, to where those pale lights
bum!
Uri at thy little tomb mi watch, nfll each star fades away,
Night"! thou shall witness all my grief, too sacred twere for
day.-
SELECT TALES.
From the Ladv's Book.
OUR JESSIE, OR, THE EXCLUSIVES.
BT MRS. EMMA C. EMBURY.
"IfrzzT, who was that pretty girl I met on the
stairs this morning !" said Frederick Carleton, as
threw himself into a well cushioned chair beside
his sister: rshe was some intimate friend, I pre
sume, for she went into your apartment.'
'I suppose it was Sarah Morton, as she is the
only rerson I am in the habit of admitting to my
dressing room; was she very pretty V
Beautiful.'
' How was she dressed V
'With tho utmost simplicity and neatness.'
'It must have been Sarah : she dresses with
great taste. Did the lady you met wear a black
velvet mantilla, with a white hat and wiiiow feather?'
1 Pshaw ! black velvet fiddlesticks. Do you call
that simplicity ! No, the lovely creature I mean,
wore a little straw bonnet and a black silk apron ;
l.er dark hair was parted smoothly upon her snowy
forehead : she had soft bluo eyesand a mouth like
an opening rose-bud ; note, can you tell me who
she is V
4 Oh,T exclaimed Lizzy, 'it rh'iisl have been our
Jessie.'
4 And pray, who is 4 our Jezsie V asked hor bro
ther. Q3y our seam3tresfi, Prod; a pretty little crea
sluro, vAo looks scarcely sixteen.'
'By Jupiter! if that girl is a seamstress, For
tune never made a greater mistake; it can'; bo.'
4 Well, wc can poon decide the matter, Fred ;
Jessie is now at work in our Utile sewing room,
and as I am going up to giv her some directions,
uu can accompany me.'
Frt-derick Carleton obeyed his sisters sugges
li ?n,and sauntered into thvj room, half hoping his
sister was mistaken. But no ; there sat the ob
ject oHiia admiration ; there sat our Jessie, sur
rounded by pieces and patches, shaping and sew
ing with the utmost diligence, and scarcely raising
her eyes from her work. Seating himself at a
lijtle distance, under pretence of waiting his sis
ter's leisure, Frederick busied himself in studying
the countenance of the unconscious girl.
' Jler features arc not perfectly regular,' thought
he; but what soft eyes .she has; what a lovely
mouth, and how beautifully hcrfiue forohead shines
out between those bands of raven hair ; her voice,
too, is soft and low, an excellent thing in woman.
Wiiat a pity such a creature should be tho slave
of fashionable tyrants.'
4 Tell me,5 said he to his eldest sister, Mrs. De
Grey, as he turned to the,, dining-room, 'tall me
who js,.' our Ji?fis.'4 . i.. r u H 't'
'Her story is soon told,' said Mrs. De Grey,
laughing, ' and for your sake, my susceptible bro
ther, I am sorry she is not a heroine of romance.
Jessie Murray's father was a painter, who, meet
ing with a severe accidental injury, was confined
to his bed for several years before his death, during
which time his wife supported tho family by seam
stress work and dress making. Mr. Murray was
always a reading man, and after he was disabled,
he diverted his weary hours by books and the ed
ucation of his children. 1 have been told that he
studied Latin and Greek, in order that he might
teach his son, and thus fit htm, jf possibfej for col
lege, while he carefully instructed Jessie in all the
branches he deemed essential to a good educa
tion. After her father's death, which occurred not J in society.
long since, when Jessie was about eighteen years
of age, she determined to fulfil his wishes respect
ing liar young brother, and secure for him a colle
giate education. She therefore adopted her pre
sent employment; she is a neat seamstress and an
excellent dress-maker. Ker services are highly
esteemed, and she works for a few customers who
engage her, as we do, for several months together.
Her brother entered college last fall, and she is at
all the expense of his education.'
' What a noble-minded girl sho must be, to sub
mit to a life of drudgery for such a purpose.'
'She Is the more praiseworthy, Fred, because
she cculd have obtained a situation as nursory-go-vcrnoss,
which, accoidingto modern notions, would
have been far less degrading ; but she refused it
because it would prevent her from returning every
night to her mother.'
' Is she always cheerful and good humored V
' She has one of the most winning tempers I
ever knew.'
4 She must be a lovely creature.'
4 Yes, it is a pity to see so much beauty and
grace wasted in humble life.'
But why heed it be wasted, Julia V
'Because she will, in nil probability, marry some
rough mechanic who will never perceive her grace,
and scarcely appreciate her beauty.'
' Do you suppose,-the, that personal beauty is
not appreciated by " the poor as well as the rich,
Julia V
4 Yes ; but only certain kinds of beauty, a heal
thy coarse red check, and a bold bright eye, are
'Julia, what are yon talking about! Are Amer
icans running mad 1 Here have I returned to my
native country after an absence of only five years,
and while my love for our republican institutions
has increased tenfold, I find my countrymen have
become perfectly beside themselves in their aping
of foreign follies Plcbians forsooth! and, pray,
inmate of Julia's stately mansion
inheritance insured him a competence;)and he re
solved to marry as soon as he should rjieet with a
woman capable" of realizing his notions of domes
tic happiness. It is not to be supposedthat the
rich and travelled Mr. Carleton, (whose three
thousand dollars of income was morej-than dou
bled by many-tongued rumor,) lacked .opportunities
of selecting a companion for life. Butfamong the
manoeuvering mamas and displaying daughters, he
had as yet seen no one who equalled tis ideas of
womanly loveliness. A true Americarjln feeling,
he had lived long enough among foreign lollies to
despise them most heartily, and especially did he
abhor this attempt to establish fin exclusive system
I am no agrarian;' he would often
say, ' nor have I any Utopian notions ofperfect e
quality ; I am aware that there must alvpys exist
different classes in society, such as working men
and men of wealth, men gifted with intellect, and
others only remove from idiocy ; but lepus never
adknowlcdge that worst of all tyrannies, an ob-
ligarchy of mere wealth. A man of enlightened
mind and virtuous principles is my equal whatever
be his occupation, and whether his hand be har
dened by the blacksmith'3 hammer, or. soiled by
the ink of the learned professions, it is one which
I can grasp with respect.'
His notions much displeased bis fastidious sis
ters, and they took great pains to convince him of
his foil'. But it was in vain they tried to initiate
him into the mysteries of modern fashion, he would
neither conceal half his face beneath an over
growth of moustache and beard, nor would he imi
tate the long eared asses of South America, in the.
longitude of his superb raven locks. He even re
fused to carry the indispensable cane, alleging that
since such a sudden lameness had fallen upon the
spindle-shanked men of fashion, it was the duty of
those who could still boast some solidity of under
standing to depend on themselves for support.
The ladies pronounced him very handsome, but
shockingly unfashionable ; while the gentlemen
who found that his rent-roll was not likely to be
diminished either at the billiard table or the race
course, discussed his character as they picked
their teeth on the steps of the Broadway hotels, and
wondered how he contrived to spend, his money
The simple story of Jessie Murray riddr'jdeeply
sweet countenance am not tena to aecrease nisin
terest. How much of self mingles in the bestfeel
incs" of humanity! Had Jessie been a freckled
red-haired, snub-nosed girl, Fred woald probably
have soon forgotten her sisterly devojion, but she
was too pretty to Tanish quickly from his mind
Some how or other, it happened almoit every mor
ning that he found it necessary to s;e his sisters
at an early hour when he was sure of finding them
the sewing room. Ills presence bocame at
' Did you really give Jessie your arm, and escort
her home V
'I did; and when I saw the quiet, pleasant little
parlor, ivhich she called home, 1 had a great mind
to offer Iter my hand as well as my arm.'
' Frederick, arc you losing your senses ! If I
did not know you were'jesting, I should think you
had been taking too much wine !'
'I never was in a sounder state of mind, my dear
sisters, and yet I declare to you I have a great
riiind to make little Jessie your sister-in-law that
is, if she will accept me.'
' Come, come, Fred, interposed Mrs. De Grey,
4 you are carrying the farce too far; Lizzy is rea
dy to cry with" vexation.'
'It is no farce, Julia, I am in earnest.
4 For heaven's sake, do nat be such a fool j a
pretty business it would be to introduce one of my
hirelings as my sister. No, no, Fred, that won't
do.'
'You need not introduce her if you are ashamed
of her. I darb say we, should find society without
your aid.
4 It would be ruinous to all Lizzy's prospects.'
4 How so ?'
' Why, do you suppose her rich admirer, Chas
Tibbs, would marry the sister of a man whose wife
had once been a seamstress!
Frederick laughed heartily as he replied : 'Truo
had forgotten ; Charles Tibbs is the grandson of
old Toney Tibbs, who used to peddle essences a-
bout the streets, and ot course is good society.
Well, 1 will not interfere with Lizzy's matrimonial
speculations, so banish your fears.'
un, l nave no tears aooui n, ior wun au your
your eccentricities I am sure you would never do
anything so degrading.'
lio dc conciuuca m our nexi.j
, ow . m,; r.t a ' m uie sewmu room
i vtiiu uiu uiu mu (Lu(i ui una musi uuuiuuiauuiwUui" . . i -.1 1111- 11 t 1
' Innrrth ntfiitrt nnhonnnrl hv Inccio noiro nc uf hie
sisters, and while he amused himself in romping
munity !'
' Why, Fred, there must be a difference between
the upper and lower classes of all communities.'
'Yes, Julia, the difference between the good and
the wicked, the honest and dishonest, tho educa
ted and the ignorant, the governors and the gov
erned '
4 You forget the principal distinction, Frederic,
the rich and the poor.'
' Aye, I thought so; that is the principal distinc
tion in modern times, and of course the rich man
is the patrician, though he mav have raised his
j wealth from tho kennel, and the poor man is a
i plcbian, though his ancestors should have been a
inong the only American nobles the signers of our
Independence.'
4 Oh, no. brother, you are quite wrong, a me
chanic. thoueh he be as rich as Croesus, cannot '
get into good society, but if he abandon his busi
ness before his children arc grown up, Ihcy are re
ceived, and his grand children finally rank among
our first classes.'
4 Provided they retain the fortune for which their
grandfather toiled, 1 suppose, Julia. Well, I am
glad to -have tire matter so satisfactorily explained,
especially as we are the children of a mechanic'
'Heavens! Fred, how can you say so! Our
father was an India merchant.'
' True, ray high-mindod sister, but he began life
in a cooper's shop down on the wharf where he
afterwards built his stately stores. Many a good
barrel has he headed and hooped : and I remem
ber when a little boy, how I loved to play in the
shavings. But that is thirty years ago, Julia, and
I suppose you think other people have forgotten it.'
'I wish, Fred, you could forget it. It is not
pleasant to have such things brought to light so the little seamstress
with his little nephew, or quizzing the changes of
fashion which usually occupied his sitters' thoughts
he had constant opportunities ol stulyinEr the cha
racter of ' our J essie !' lie noticedher quiet good
sense, her fine taste, her cheerlul manner, her un
affected humility, the patience with which she
bore tho caprices of his sisters, and he repeated
to himself again and again, 'What a pity she
should be obliged to lead such a lifd'
One winter evening, as he was lurrying to an
appointment, he met Jessie, who, "with her bonnet
drawn over her face, and her cloak wrapped close
ly around her, was hastening in opptisite direction
To turn and join her was Ins first impulse.
' Where are you going at so late sn hour, Miss
Murray !' he asked.
' Home,' shff replied, still hurrying onward.
4 At least allow me to accompany Ton,' said he
4 Oh, no, sir,' said she, it is not necessary. I go
! home alone every evening.'
4 But you are liable to insult, aad should no
venture without a protector. 1
4 We. Door cirls, are obliged to bo pur own pro
tectors, Mr. Carleton,' said Jessie.' 4 When my
mother is well she usually comes totmeefme, but
in such cold weather I do not wish her to risk her
health.' 1
4 And vour brother !'
4 He is at New Haven college, sir.' Mr. Carle
ton, let mc beg you not to go out of jour way for
me.'
Fred only;answcred by drawing her arm through
his. Jessie'at first seemed alarmed; but, re-assured
by his respectful manner, sjie, consented to
accept his escort, and they, soon reached her mo
ther's door. The light of a cheerfulfire gleamed
through the half opened shutters, and as Fred
looked in the room he could not avoij notibing the
perfect neatness of arrangement. r3ut Jessie did
not invite him to enter, and he unyillingly bade
her o-ood niirht. thouoh ho had a strtmjr desire to
take a seat beside that humble hearto. When next
he met his sisters he told them of his adventure,
and asked why they did not send aj servant with
late in the day. They cannot injure you nor me,
but they may mar Lizzy's prospects.'
'True, Lizzy might not be allowed to marry a
mechanic's grandson if it were known that she were
only a mechanic's daughter.'
Frederick Carleton with some eccentricity, pos
sessed many excellent qualities. His father had
bestowed on him all the advantages of a liberal
education, and aftor completing his studies, he
spent sevoral years in Europe. While abroad his
father died, and his elder sister married, so that on
his return ho found the old family mansion passed
into other hands, and his favorite sister Lizzy, an
Lord, brother, what an idea!' exclaimed Lizzy.
I am sure she can take care of horseif.'
'Should you feel quite safe, Lizzf, if you were
sent out to walk a mile at eight o'clock on a win
ter's night !'
' No ; but I have always been acclistomed to a
protector. Such poor girls as .Tesae early learn
to take care of themselves, and do nof feel the same
fears which ladies do.'
'For shame!' exclaimed Frederic,; 4 do you sup
posefUitBjerty blunts every perception, and dc
3troXHPy delicate feeling. Faith, I believe the
poor.glrris more favored than the riph in some re
spects, for I don't know one of yopr fashionable
friends, Lizzy, who would shrink from taking, my
arm as modestly as 'our Jessie' did last nignt.'
From the " Magazzino rictorico."
A SCENE IN A STUDIO.
One ovening, at Venice, a man entered the
studio of Marc Antonio Raimondi, the famous
engraver. The stranger seemed in some agita
tion : but he seated himself, and addressing a
young disciple, who was busily employed ask
ed if Marc Antonio was at home.
The young man looked up and smiled with
an expression of surprise. " At home and the
hotir nine ? Oh, you are icsting ! Marc Anto
nio went out two hours ago, according to his
custom, with Signor Pietro Areitno ; they will
not return, of course, till near day-break."
The next day the stranger returned. Marc
Antonio was within. " Salute" he said drily,
on entering. The elegant engraver answered
with his wonted courtesy.
,4I am a German, signore-resumed his visiter
l.JTTrVloatJ1lrnmhftruJcnUactioR of .Al-
brecht Durer s engravings. I want some of those
last published. 1 have been informed you could
procure them for nic.
44 1 can serve you indeed" replied Marc An
tonio " but I do not trouble myself about such
thmrs. Go to that vounir man there.
44 To procure such beautiful proofs of the
works of Albrecht Durer, remarked the stran
ger, 44 you must have close relations with Ger
many nay with Durer himself."
" 0 certainly !" said Marc Antonio. 44 1 ex
change proofs of my engraving with those of
Durer. He is my friend. You must be aware
that between rivals such as we are, there must
exist a good understanding."
44 Heavens !" interrupted the stranger, as he
looked over the prints : 44 what are these i sig-
norc 1 Albrecht Durer is quite unworthy of your
friendship."
44 Ha !"
41 He is a rascal 1"
44 But signore "
44 A despicable fellow !"
"Sisnore, Albrecht Durer i3 my friend, I
cannot permit him to bo spoken ill of in my pre
sence
" He is a rascal, I tell you ! You think you
receive from him his best proofs ? 1 on aredecei
ved ! He sends you only miserable copies
carelessly made by the worst ol his pupils !
Marc Antonio started at the words and color
cd deeply.
"How 1 an engraver of his genius, suffer
himself to be disgraced in such a manner! Look
at this Vcreinc dclla scimia ! Contrast"it with
with the proof 1 brought from Nuremberg. Tel
me yourself, if the engravings you have from
..." 1 i-
Al hrnnht Durer can comnare with mine i JJO
you find equal grace, purity, and force, in both
That water, vou see. has no transparency : that
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perspective is bad : that madona has no grace
the child no nature. How harsh and incorrect
those outlines ! I could almost say this proof o
yours had been wrought with a blunted graver !
In the other you find all tho freedom and ener
gy of the master."
" Tis true !" faltered Marc Antonio ; 44 you
say well. Albrecht Durer has decehred mo !"
" False villian !" cried the stranger in a ter
rible voice " false villian ! It is not Durer who
has deceived you ! It is you who havo cheated
the public ; the imbecile public than cannot dis
tinguish between the works of an artist who la
bors for posterity, and that of a dissoluto wretch
who sells his genius to the indecencies of Atre
tino and Julio Romano ! . YesMarc Antonio,
you are tho imposter ! You have usurped the
name of others my name ! for know that I am
Albrecht Durer ."'
Pale and struck, Marc Antonio sank back
upon tho seat from which he had started.
44 1 will have justice. All Europe shall know
your perfidy. Your name shall indeed bo in
separable from mine. Fame shall proclaim--
4This is he who usurped the name of Durer
wno degraded Jus talents to tho task of perpet
uating the vile sketches of Julio Romano, atid
the infamous libels of Aretino !" So saying, iho
stranger rushed out. '
From the studio ho repaired to tho Venetian
Senate, where lie entered his complaint. Tho
Senate passed a decree, forbidding Marc Anto
nio under severe penalties, to counterfeit again
the signature or the cypher of Albrect Durer
and ordering all the falsified engravings to bo
committed to the flames. All Italy took part
with the German artist, Clement VII. threw
Marc Antonio into prison for engraving scanda
lous prints. Durer, revenged, and full of hon
ors, returned to Germany, after a sojourn of
three months in Venice, and Rome. Marc An
tonio, despite his splendid genius, could never
wipe out that disgrace whence by many histo
rians his name is never mentioned without the
addition of the epithet ladrone (robber).
44 ALL OUT."
Few words or phrases have power to excite
a greater variety of emotions than the modest mo
nysyllables at the .head of this chapter. Your
neignoor s nouse is on lire and all out 13
sounded, in a hundred different keys, pitched
upon the mental state of the shouters, from the
low guttural of the pursy old fire-warden who,
as he waddles towards the scene of the confla
gration, hears all out, and mutters 44 it is ever
so before I get there," to the qui viva of the,,
boyish multitude who find fun in shouting any
thing. All out is heaTd with joy by the honest man,
whose comfortable dwelling but now seemed
the play thing; of the devouring element, but
which, thanks to the efforts of his fellow citi
zens, stands an almost scatheless victim rescu
ed from its fury.
When manufactures are depressed, and spon
taneous combustion rife, all cut fills the well in
sured manufacturer's with vexation and disap
pointment ; but all out in these happy days,.
maKes the same man s sleek and well red faco
shine with joy.
hen the thermometer stands at zero, and
the bachelor returns to his room at midnight,
how heart-rending is his cry, all out, as he casts
a desponding look at his coal grate, and sneaks
off to his lone and comfortless bed.
When the lover goes to hold sweet commu-
union of an evening with the idlo of his heart,
ami imdu iicr oomlsmnod to entertain half a
dozen stupid owls, of either gender, who can
neither ,. smell a rat," nor take a hint, as the
door closes behind " the last of the Goths," when
at length they go, how thrilling is his cry,
W1U.HJV jicavcii, m msi, mtjy are au out.
Look at that toper's face, as he turns up his
jug, and maudlin cries, 44 it is all out," and ask
Johnston to engrave it, it is beyond my pow
ers 01 aescription.
Look at me, when I amunder'the hands of tho
dentist, to have the disabled soldiers dischars-
ed from duty, and say if I don't look happy, as
ne says, " good sir, they are all out."
Look at that old maid, who would fain ba
still girl as the same dentist examining tho
cavity of her head I do not mean her bruin
pan, but her mouth solemnly declares, it is
impossible ; there are no fixtures here they
are all out.
In short, I might give you a thousand instan
ces in which nil out excites different emotions,
and justifies my opening remarks ; but lest your
patience should be all out, I will just tell you
a few instances in which all out affects me pe
culiarly, and I mortally hate the sound of the
words.
When I draw a check, and the cashier send3
me word that my cash is all out, I abominate
the 60und.
When I want an upper or nether garment,
and the tailor tells mc.my credit is all out, I
loathe the words and every word is them ; and
ditto, when in want of hat or boots, or any other
of the necessaries of life,, which by the way, I
think a man has a natural right to take wher
ever ho can find them.
I hate to find that my coat i&all out at tho
elbows, and, this cold weather, I tremble when
my stockings let me all out at.the toes.
I wish the words had never been written
printed, spelt, spoken, or conceived of, , when in
want of cash, upon inquisition into purse anl
pockets I find it is all out.
But I never felt quite so bad, before a
when having cherished a tender passion, I cf
length, screw my courago up to the 3tickin
point, and find that half an honr beforeliSiniC'
Slv had put my nose all out of joint.
JONATHAN.
A negro wench 0110 day having received
repiiinaud from her master for some slight c
fence, was so much irritated, that she went di
rectly out, kneeled down and mado the follow
ing prayer. 4 O good massa lord ! come, come
take me right out dis world dis berry rainit H
you can no yourself, send dc debil or any bodf
else.
I know of no sight more nauseous than that
of a fond husband and wifo, who have not the
sense to behave properly to one another befort
company ; nor any conversation more shockini,
than that of a snarling couplo who are contimt-
ally girding, at one anothor.