M 311trtmling Matit. FRIGHTFUL NARRATIVE In the fall of 184 G I was traveling enstward a,stagecoach frym Pittsburg over the.moun kins - . — Nly fellow passengers were two gentle men and a Indy. The elder gentleman'S coun ensuce interested me exceedingly. In years he seemed about thirty--in air and manner, he wits calm, dignified and polished, and the o.,t!tour of his features was singularly intellee (dal. lie conversed free'y on different topics a oil the road became more precipitous, but it my directing his attention to the great nl ctude of a precipice , on the verge of which o conch wheels were fearfully rolling. His eyes, lately filled with the light of intelligence I come wild, restless ald anxious—the mouth !witched spasmodically, and the forehead was headed with a cold perspiration. With a ,harp convulsive shudder, ho turned his gaze tram the giddy height and clutching my arm t i g htly with both hands, be:hung to me like drowning, man. 4! Use the cologne," said the led•, handing me n bottle, with the instinctive goodness of ber sex I ,prinkled a little on his (nce, and ho soon I;ecame more composed—butit ' Nwas not until we had entirely traversed the mountain, and descended into the country beneath, that_ his fine features relaxed from their perpetual look and assumed the placid, quiet dignity, that I had-at-first-noticed._ " L owe an apology to the lady," said he, with a LI ,nd smile, and a gentle inclination of the head to our fair companion, and some expinitationto my fellow travellers, also; and perhaps I cannot htikter acquit myself of the double debt than recounting the cause of my recent ngitntion." " It may pain your feelings," delicately urged the lady. "On the codtrary, it will relieve them," wne the respectful reply, Having signified our several desires to hear more, the traveller thus proceeded At the age of eighteen, I was light of heirt light of foot. and I fear, (he smiled) light of Lead. A fine propeity' In the banks of the Ohio acknowledged me solo owner. I was hastening home to enjoy it, and delighted to get free from a college life. It was the month of October, the air bracing and mode of conyeyance a stage coach like this,, only cumbrous. The other passengers were few, only three in all; one an old grey-beaded plantar of Louisiana, his daughter, a joyous, bewitching creature of about seventeen, and his son about ten years of age. They were just returning from France, of which country the young lady discourSed in terms so eloquent as to absorb my entire attention The father was taciturn, but the daughter vivacious by nature, and we soon became so mutually pleased with each other, she as the talker, I as the listener—that it was not until a sudden flash of lightning and a heavy dash of rain against the windows elicited an exami nation from my charming companion, that I knew how the night passed us. Presently there came a low, rumbling sound and then several successive flashes of light• ning, accompanied by tremendous peals of thunder. The rain descended in torrents, and an angry wind began to howl and moan thro' the forest trees. 'I looked through the window of our vehicle. - The night was as dark as ebony, but the light fling shilwed the danger of our road. We wore on the edge of a frightful precipice. I could see, nt intervals, huge jutting rocks far down its side, and the sight made me solicit ous for the safety of my fair companion, 1 thought of the mere hair-breadths that were between us and eternity ; a single little rock that wifilri the track of our coach wlicels—a tiny billet of wood, n stray root of a tempest torn tree, restive horses, or a careless driver-- any of these might hurl us from our sublunary existence with the speed of thought. ""'Tis a perfect tempest," observed the lady rari withdrew my head from the window.— . How I love a Sadderrstorm I—there is some thing so grand among' the winds when fairly loose among the bills. I never encountered a night like this. but Byron's magnificent de. seription of a thunder storm in the Jura oc crirred te - My mind. But are we an the mom. twine yet r , . _ll Yes, we have begun the ascent" ." Is It'not said to be dangerous?" "By no means," I replied, ih.as easy a tone I . ,could assume. '• ." I only wish it was daylight, that we might enjoy the mountain scenery. but what's that?" nal . she covered her Byes from the glare of a sheet of lightning. that illuminated the rugged mountain with brilliant intensity. Peal after peal of crashing thunder instantly succeeded ; t here was a heavy volume of rain coming down ath each thunderhurst, and with the , deep moaning of an animal breaking upon our ears, I found the,Cctch had come to a dead , • ~ • Louise, my beftutifuLfello* traveller become as pnle r