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He looks abroad, creation round,

my bravest warriors," was the first word of the The earth, the starry skies,

monarch. He sees, as well, the depths profound,

“Aha! Would I had had the scythe of Monkir But sees not with our eyes.

to have left the Scythian dog without a spear save He speaks to all, above, around,

his own." And the rebel intimated by a fierce gesHis glorious works among,

ture, what he would have done then.
But from his speech, comes forth no sound
Of man, or creature's tongue.

• Monkir will I be to thee and thine. What

hast thou to say, why I should not bid thee taste There is no God, but God alone,

the pangs of impalement ?”
Whose presence fills all space,
Him we adore, and at his throne

" To do so were worthy the descendant of a Humhly implore his grace.

Turkman goatherd, the meanness of whose soul renders him incapable of estimating the valor of a noble foe.”

" That is not true valor which exposes brave men

to useless peril. What could thy defence avail "REPAIR TO MARU."* against the armies of me, thy lord ?"

“ Thou never wast lord of mine. The Selju

kian goatherd lord of Joseph the Carizmian! Pah." On a throne of glittering gold, dazzling all eyes

“ Proud dog! I will punish thy insolence, by with rubies and sapphires, emeralds, diamonds, and all the gorgeous magnificence of the East, twelve To four stakes thou shalt be fastened by cords

making thee know death in its most torturing form. hundred princes, or sons of princes, standing before which shall stretch thy sinews to their utmost exhim to obey his slightest behest, sat Alp Arslan,

tent, and so shalt thou be left without food or wathe Valiant Lion, the greatest of the Seljukian

ter to close thy dog's life.” branch of the Turkman race. And this was his

As the last words of this terrible sentence mightiest hour. Victorious over every land, from

reached the ears of the fierce mountain chief, he the frontiers of China to the Georgian mountains, drew from his bosom a concealed dagger, and rich beyond count with the spoils of fifty conquered rushed headlong towards the throne. The air incities, the foe most feared, the army of Romanus

stantly gleamed with the battle-axes of the guards, Diogenes, whitening amongst the hills of Trebi- but Alp Arslan was the most expert archer of the zond; and now with two hundred thousand soldiers, the bravest in Asia, across the Oxus, on the way left to his own arm the grateful task of self defence.

age-he was proud of his archery, and the guards to the almost certain conquest of his ancestral with the speed of lightning he drew his bow, but Turkestan, this potent Sultan seemed one with his foot slipped, the arrow glanced aside from its whom the angel of death could have no reckoning. object, and an instant after, the dagger of Joseph He was now in the prime of life, beautiful as a the Carizmian was in his breast. The rebel himstar, his face and voice and air, suclf as should be self was immediately cut into a thousand pieces by long to high majesty, his stature more exalted than the enraged soldiery. that of any of the proud chiefs who surrounded his throne. Never had the earth seen a more majestic

Stretched on a couch of golden tissue, the banbeing than Alp Arslan, the Turkman King.

ner waving o'er him which had been borne in a The deep silence which pervaded the royal tent hundred victories, surrounded by all the pageantry was broken by the Great King himself.

“ Nizam,"

of he said to the illustrious minister, who, for thirty princes and weeping omrahs, lay Alp Arslan, the

a court, and that court Oriental, by awe-struck years, directed the councils of Alp Arslan, and his Valiant Lion, in the agonies of death. His spirit famous son, Malek Shah, “What news from the

was still untamed, but his reason was awake to the great rebel ?" “Lord of the Earth,” replied the minister, with folly of human pride, and the miserable weakness

and dependence of the mightiest man alive. As he usual prostration ; “ Joseph, late governor of

he gazed around, with eyes clouding fast with the Berzem, is a prisoner at the door of the royal tent." film of death, he spoke thus, and history has trans

“ Bring him hither,” said the Sultan to the cap- mitted this as his dying speech. ain of the guard.

“In my youth," said he, “when I was like a At his command they brought the daring rebel wild horse, A sage said to me, “ Alp Arslan, humble to the presence of the greatest man in the East

thyself before God-distrust thine own strength, en world. Unabashed by the splendors of a scene

and, however weak and contemptible be thy foe, new, unawed by the mighty majesty of the mo

despise him not.' I have neglected the saying of arch himself, the Carizmian stood coolly bandying the wise man, and behold I am punished. It was erce looks with the master of his fate.

but yesterday that as I stood surveying my camp, - Son of a dog! thou hast cost me thousands of

and beheld the numbers and discipline of my * See Gibbon.

armies, the earth seemed to tremble under my feet,

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and I said in my heart, Alp Arslan, thou art surely While the fragrant woodbine weaves its tapestry, the King of the world ; of all warriors, the great- Tis here, thou rear’st thy stately queenly head,

And the wild rose, the floating breeze perfumes. est and most invincible. These armies are mine Ob! flower, with Mem'ry linked! Thro' wooded dell, no longer, and in the confidence of personal strength Thou'st shed rich store of leaf and bloom—and dwelt I die by the hands of an assassin."

In regal state-where compeer, thou had'st none. The remains of the monarch were deposited in And wanders here the charmed stream, o'er whose grees the tomb of the Seljukian dynasty, at Maru. Upon

bank this tomb ages after might be read the following

Thou'st bowed thy blushing blossoms, till they kissed the tide sublime inscription.

As if thou listening wert, to that sweet melody, 56 Oh, ye, who have beheld the

Forever chanted by the glancing, tongued brook. glory of Alp Arslan exalted to the heavens, RE

Here circled oft a band of beings gay, Pair To Maru, and you will behold it buried in the

O'er whose bright heads dull care had smiling paused, dust."

As if he could not brush his shadowy wing, Often in my journey through life, I have thought Athwart their beauteous group. The gleeful laugh, of the inscription on the tomb of the Turkman The shout of frolic mirth, oft blended with monarch, and not unfrequently made application of the minstrelsy of bird and bee; while far it to human actions and pursuits. As I have seen On breezy hill, or moss-clad cliff, or upland bright, the lovely maiden with locks of gold rolling over Each bounding heart, with gush of joy, none sought to stas.

Floated the echoing mirth of childhood's voice, as stirred her fair and delicate shoulders, chasing the painted Beside the silvery brook was twined the wreath, butterflies of youthful folly and vanity; as I have Whose diadem of bloom, with silken touch, seen the statesman climbing the ladder of a sateless Rested upon the clear, fair brow of her, ambition to the destruction of the best interests of The sometime queen of that sweet, youthful ring. his country; as I have seen the soldier, like his And here amid the splash of tiring waterfall,

Was launched the mimic boat, loaded with gorgeous freight, prototype of the inscription, glorying like Attila From feathery blossom, and from rustling branches called at Chalons in the “certaminis gauda”--the rapture And as with fairy grace it tossed, and danced along of the strife, I have exclaimed,“ REPAIR TO Maru, Its glittering path, forth went the chime of voices gay ; and behold human glory buried in the dust." Each carolling a wild good-bye, or snatch of song,

Or breaking fitfully in mirthful glee,
A3 wond'ringly they deemed some Oberon,
Might guiding be his fair Titania,

Within the Ellin Bark.

Where are ye fled,

Creatures of youth's glad hour! Undimm'd and fresh
ON RECEIVING A SPRIG OF LAUREL FROM MY BIRTHPLACE. Still blows each flow 'ret in that islet sweet;

What spell is thine, thou beauteous wildling plant, But ye, no more, are linked to them, in fair
That thus, thou wak'st from year's unbroken sleep, And bright companionship! Sost sigh the winds
The images of buried, long-lost joys,

And perfumed gales, and from each greenwood bough
And dost sweep back from Mem’ry's scroll, the dust With joyous note, the wild-bird warbles free-
Old Time hath scattered on its records fair?

But not again is blent with Nature's lay,
The ringing laugh of childhood's lip-its foice

So full of life-of grief, so careless and so free!
Ay! as I tearful gaze on thee, fast croud

Unbound and riven is that glowing wreath; The tender recollections of the past ;

And far and wide has strayed each leaf and bed, And on thy dew-kissed leaves I lay mine ear,

That formed a coronal-so bright-so fair! Heark’ning the words thou breath'st with mournful tone,

E'en as your blossoms, proud and regal flower, Until my heart o'erleaps the chasm dark

Rent from the mother stem, with ruthless grasp, Stretching between me and the far-off years

And scattered on the gleaming streamlet coursing by, Of laughing childbood-happy, sunny youthAnd I forget the shadowy, thorny path,

So, on the burrying tide of life, divided are

The beings of that housebold garland! My steps have, since, with trembling, darkly trod.

He, Steered by sad Memory, whose gentle eyes

The dark-haired boy, whose tall, elastic form Are dimm'd with tears, I speed me o'er the waste

Was first in knightly tilt, where flow'r or shell Of waters deep, the Past, th' unyielding Past

Or treasure of the pebbled shore was to be WOD, Will ne'er give back, to lave ibe changing sheen

Beneath paternal shades, sprang soon to Man.
Of an untold Futurity. And now,

The glancing eye flashed bright with untold hopes,
Where smile with fresh'ning verdure, childhood's isles And on the smooth expansive brow, deep thoughs
I pause again to wander, 'neath this Heaven of light. Its impress set. A bigh and glorious fame
Mid flow'ry mead, and shaded glade, where peeps To fashion for bimself, with maiden sword,
With quivering flash, the sunbeam's golden eye,

Was now his noblest aspiration-but
Trickles the haunted rill, or leaps the fount,

Th' horizon of the Future's sunny sky! Murmuring perpetual, low-voiced song.

'Twas but a passing gleam-that fair boy's lifeHere gleams the lily by the water's brim,

Where south winds murmuring steal from roseate skies, Its breast unsolding to the am'rous day,

Where rippling waters leap to kiss the shore, Or dipping with capricious, restless grace,

He yielded back bis breath to Him who it bestowed; Its virgin petals in the woving tide.

And throwing to his distant home, to her Here too the harebell droops its beauteous head,

Who fostered his young years—who watched his growth. And violet couches on its mossy bed,

One yearning look-one lingering farewell,

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He passed from life, and all its restless cares,

And shall I then, sweet sister, dim thine eyes,
And now he sleeps where stranger's step, and stranger's voice Those eyes of deep and beauteous light, and call
Alone invade his peaceful rest !--where ever sighs The rose-leaf hue from off thy clear young cheek,
The blue waves ceaseless dirge-sad nature's moan, And bow thy shining head with unknown grief,
And smile, but rarely weep, the sapphire skies

By shadowing forth for thee, a clouded fate?
Which canopy his long, last home! -

No! loved and lovely being, better far

That thou should'st quaff lise's sparkling, brimming cup, But, lo!

“Ere yet the dark days come,” to teach their own deep Another flower of that fair wreath there is,

truths ! Whose head by showers o'erborne, by rude winds bowed, Ne'er more shall spring to meet the sun's warm kiss,

With all thy feverish cares, oh! Life, thy hopes, Or throw on scented breeze, its fragrant breath!

So passionate and brief, what hast thou yet Voices of music hushed in death's long sleep,

To lure the wanderer on? An immortality! Hopes sbattered, links of fond affection riven,

The pictured dreams of youth o'ercast—destroyed-
The world's cold taunt on blighted spirit breathed !
These people the heart's sanctuarythese
Press the rain-drops from the lowering clouds,
Darkening the fair face of her sky! And now
By all the weariness of life opprest,

Sve turned hath her gaze, her yearning hopes,
To the unfading realm, where fevered grief

A TALE OF OLDEN TIME ON THE FRONTIER. No entrance hath-nor care doth dare invade;

BY GEORGE S. MʻKIERNAN, Bus tears a Father's love, a Father's hand doth dry !

But this Antenor, Limned by Mem'ry's hand, another comes,

I know, is such a wrest in their affairs, Younger and fairer from the picture-land,

That their negotiations all must slack,
A shadowless remembrance mirrors !--

Wanting his manage.- Troilus and Cressida,
She, whose radiant cheek wears yet the flush
And soft warm rose of youth, hath ta'en away

Not long ago, I accidentally became, for a few hours, the From old ancestral hall, the music of her voice.

guest of an old lady, who resides in an oddly fashioned, but The haunts where oft her childhood sported free,

comfortable looking cottage, on the bank of a small tribuNo more may echo with her gladsome laugh,

tary of the Ohio River. Although she is more than fourOr carolled song, or bounding foot fall light!

score years of age, her mental faculties are unimpaired in The glowing hearth where “legendary lore,”

the slightest degree. Her body is somewhat bent beneath Prowess of knight, or tale of ladye fair,

the weight of her many years; but it is plain to see that Winged the weary hours, at witching eventide,

she possessed, at one period of her life, a figure of digniNo more may cast its flickering changing rays,

fied appearance and almost faultless proportions. Her face, Into the starlight of her gentie eyes !

too, must have been more than ordinarily beautiful. Even

now, Her place is vacant at the merry.board,

it is quite attractive; and when a smile plays upon it, Where mirth went round, and festal song was woke !

as frequently is the case, it appears singularly interesting.

My venerable hostess informed me that she became a resi. She haih parted from all such, and link'd her

dent of North-Western Virginia more than sixty years ago, To another-he, whose all of deathless love Descended hath, on her young heart. Within

when the settlements yet were sparse, and the hostile InTh' abode of wedded love, she owns a joy

dians hovered around them, and committed their depredaPurer and nobler than e'er shone around

tions almost with impunity. During the brief time I pass.

ed under her hospitable roof, she entertained me with seveHer girlhood's sunny day! Beloved one! How priceless is the worth of thy rich love!

ral thrilling narratives of early border perils; and when I

was about to depart, she placed in my hands an old manuHow earnest comes the hope from this worn heart,

script, which she requested me to take with me, and read That life may ever be to thee, one long, One joyous carnival--one golden holiday!

at my leisure.

“It is a little history," she remarked, “of events which To thee, sweet flow'ret on this household tree,

are now remembered by scarcely any one but myself. I That blossomed last, I turn my tearful eye !

do not hesitate to vouch for its correctness, because I was How seems the world to thee, my beauteous bud?- myself a prominent participant in some of the dangers it Bright, cloudless, fair ? with incense fraught ?-And comes delineates." l'pon the breezy wing of Morn, no voice,

1 glanced my eye over a few sentences at the beginning No whisperings which bow with half-born fears,

of the manuscript, and perceiving that it was written in The buoyancy of thy fresh spirit's hopes ?

the first person, ventured to inquire of my entertainer the Stirs there no slumbering ripple on the tide

name of its author. This question, I was sorry to perceive, Of thy young life's calm summer sea ? Ah, no!

brought a shade of melancholy over her countenance. Like burnished dream, like storied pageant, float3

“ It is from the pen of one," she replied, " who has long The soft rich light of youth's unsorrowing spring! been slumbering beneath the clods of the valley. Who he To thee, not yet has come its cheerless hours,

was, a perusal of the paper will, perhaps, enable you to When meek-eyed Hope with folded wings, droops desolate, judge. Take it with you; and after you shall have read And Joy its flight bath ta'en. Still in the sigh

it, I will ask you to return it, as I prize it very highly." Of voiced winds, or song of bright-winged bird,

I folded up the paper; and, after promising to obey the Or in the shiver of the trembling leaves,

last injunction of my hostess, took my leave. Upon exOr gosh of glittering rills, thou listenest

amining the sheets so kindly tendered to me, I found them To deep strains of joy—and in rich flushings

to be a narrative of certain events on the border, which Of the moeking clouds, thou grasp'st some “ rainbow pro- must have transpired at a period towards the close of that mise !"

sanguinary strife with the North-Western Indians, which is now, however, corrupted into wheeling.

commenced almost simultaneously with the war of the “ And shall I not have the ensign's commission ?" I asked. revolution. To me the story was quite interesting; and I “ Peyton!” said my father, harshly, “ do you want to in. was emboldened to take a copy, which I have since ob- sult me? Would you attach yourself to a service in which tained permission to use at my discretion. Thinking it your father has been disgraced ?" might serve to entertain a portion of the reading public, I The stern tone of voice in which his rejoinder was spoappend it hereto.

ken forbade reply. My long cherished hope of joining the The reader will observe that I have somewhat disfigured army was now extinguished ; and I tried to smocber ng the manuscript with marginal notes; but I was tempted to disappointment, by carrying my mind to the far back woods this course lest some one might chance to doubt the verity country, where warlike conflicts were common-place oc. of the story, notwithstanding the emphatic endorsement of currences. I recollected, that a few years previousls, mg its heroine. The hazardous vocation of Murty O'Hanley, only uncle had removed from the South Branch, to the Ohio it will be seen, bears, sometimes, a striking resemblance to settlements. Ellen Ellis, a far-removed cousin of mine, that of Harvey Birch, in Mr. Cooper's “Spy.” At one was a member of my uncle's family. She was a mere time, I very strongly suspected that our anthor bad borrowed child of twelve or thirteen years of age when I bade ber the character from the distinguished American novelist, farewell, on the eve of her departure for the west ; but I and my faith in the correctness of the story was, in con- retained a lively remembrance of her dark flashing eyes, sequence, materially weakened; but upon a close inspec- and of the enchantment that was wont to dwell in hier tion of the manuscript, I was satisfied, from its dingy and countenance. decayed edges, its old-fashioned paper, and its bedimmed Ellen and I had been playmates from infancy. We chirography, that it must have been written many years roved together through the green meadows-rambled along before the publication of the Spy. Here follows

the spring branch, on bright sunny days, to angle for min

nows-and mingled our boisterous laughs, and jo:ped out THE NARRATIVE.

little hands, in all our childish amusements. In later year At a critical stage of the revolutionary war, I was a tall I learned her to ride the saucy little pony; and baby a stripling lad of twenty years growth-hale and hearty as time we galloped together, after the fox-hounds, over the the pure breezes of my native South Branch mountains winding mountain roads, and through the ample fields along could make me. Like most other young men of the time, the banks of the bright river that flowed before my father's I was seized with a strong military spirit, which prompted house. After the departure of my merry little companiei, me to volunteer my services as a soldier in the Virginia I would often muse for hours over the blissful years we Line, in one of the companies then commanded by my had passed together; and I sometimes fancied that I could father. The old gentleman, however, gave me a stern re- not be happy until I should have her at my side agaio. buke for what he chose to term my want of ambition, and The project now disclosed by my father, rendered it preisroundly declared that a son of his should never enter the sible that I might soon have the satisfaction of once more army as a private soldier. My father was by no means seeing my long absent playmate. In fact, when I had sufnoted for his wealth; but he possessed a due share of that ficiently gotten through with my reverie to speak, my first family pride which has ever been a characteristic trait of words were an inquiry whether he purposed going to the the old Virginians. He bade me content myself in mana- neighborhood in which Ellen resided. ging his farm, ard conducing his home affairs, until I “ Peyton!” he exclaimed, "it grieves me to find that I should arrive at years of manhood, at which period, he said bave a son who courts nothing higher than the grade of a he would endeavor to procure me an ensign's commission private soldier, or the smiles of a capricious girl Oat in his company. This promise pacified me; and I deter- with such unmanly thoughts; and, henceforth, let your alo mined to prepare myself for the duties of the office that I be, as mine is, to carve a reputation with the blade of ibe supposed awaited me. I procured a copy of the new sword." “Regulations for the Order and Discipline of the Troops “Give me an opportunity, father," I retorted, with stunde of the United States," prepared by the Baron Steuben; warmth, “and you shall not have cause lo blush for me. and I suspect that I paid more attention to the complicated “Well spoken, Peyton, well spoken!" he cried. "07" maneuvres therein elucidated, than to the management of portunity you shall have, and I will see the use you nale the farm. To unite the practice to the theory of the sci- of it." ence, I frequently paraded my father's negroes in the barn. He then left nie, and busied himself in preparing for su yard, and practised them, several hours at a time, in divers removal. In the course of a few weeks every necessary difficult evolutions, to the utter neglect of the corn-fields preliminary for our departure was made. and potato patches. My father's visits to his homestead, We set out from our old bome, on a fair inording in the happened but seldom; but as often as he came, he could spring of the year, taking with us a small number of se not fail to see that his farm was going to ruin-his negroes groes, together with some portable anucles of houseasid becoming lazy and impudent--and his son proving himself furniture, and a few farming utensils. We shaped on an indifferent overseer. Still, he never failed to applaud course across the mountains-epcamping, for the last my improving military skill; and once he tickled my vanity part, in the open air over night, as houses of entertain

. by saying that I would, one day or other, be an honor to ment were then almost unknown on our route of travel the family.

After a journey of several weeks, we reached Reisione, Near the time of my coming of age, my father suddenly on the river Monongabela, at which place we were li returned from camp, in bad humor.

formed that danger from the Indians was brewing to *** “ My son,” said he, "I am now going to advertise the westward. We continued on, however, without any mis farm and all our effects for immediate sale. We will mi. tary escort-passing Catfish Camp, and striking the head grate to the new country in the west, where justice is ad. waters of the northern fork of Whelan* Creek, wiborg ministered by the strong arm, if it cannot be obtained molestation. Here we fell in with a party of hunters, wão peaceably." • Pray, father, what does all this mean?" I inquired, in * The orthography here employed by our narrator doubt

. astonishment.

less is well adapted to express the primitive sound of the " It means that I have resigned my commission in dis. name. In the earliest records of Ohio county, it is writea gust

, at having a junior oficer promoted over me. This is indifferently, "Whelan," « Whelin." and " Welca." } all the explanation that is necessary."

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accompanied us to the mouth of the creek, where was | horn. His countenance was pleasant, albeit, his ponder-
erected a stout stockade fort, called Fort Henry, in com- ous red nose was no particular ornament to his face. He
pliment to the first governor of the commonwealth. My was smoking a pipe, with a stem so short that the bowl was
father, after a conversation with some gentlemen here, con necessarily pressed against one side of his nose.
claded to place his family and effects in the fort, until he "Good evening, my friend," I replied to his salutation.
could determine, by examining the surrounding country, “I confess I know not which of these roads to take.”
where to fix his permanent abode.

“And where might ye be thraveling till ?"
It was known to us that my uncle lived somewhere near “I would like to go to Vanmetre's fort.”
the place at wbich we stopped. One of my father's first • Till Vanmetre's d'ye say? Fath, an it's good luck that
objects, therefore, after our arrival, was to inquire the pre- sometimes betides Murty O'Hanley!—I'm thraveling till
cise place of his residence. We learned that he lived on that same place myself; an' if yer honor 'll jist whack me
the waters of Buffalo Creek, something short of twenty up a liint ye, I'm the boy that 'll show ye the track till
miles to the northward; and my father expressed his de- | Vanmetre's, quick enough, jist."
termination to ride there on the coming day. Hearing that I did not hesitate to accept the offer of the Irishman, as
Elea was then on a visit to a friend at Vanmetre's Fort, almost anything seemed preferable to wandering about in
sotze twelve miles from Fort Henry, it was arranged that an unknown forest after night. He placed himself behind
I should, at the same time, repair to that place, and bring my saddle; and, under his guidance, I reached the sort a
ber down to see our family.

short time after dark. I offered my guide a small tribute It was evident that considerable fears of hostile incur- for his services; but he declined taking it, saying "he was sions from the Indians, existed along the frontier. Great the one himself that was under the obleegement." vigilance was used at Fort Henry; and active scouts were I had already come to a conclusion as to the manner in constantly in service in the woods, to give notice of the which I would present myself to Miss Ellis. I was suffifirst approach of danger. Our arrangements for riding on ciently familiar with the female character to know that the the sert day were, in consequence of this alarming state unrestrained familiarity of the little girl is generally changed of affairs, contingent upon the news which the scouts might to a marked reserve in the grown up woman.

Ellen was bring in through the night.

now no longer a little girl; and I took it for granted that About the dawn of day, several of the scouts returned, she would treat me with nothing more than due politeness. and reported no enemy visible. My father, thereupon, im- | I had a spice of caprice in my own disposition; and I mediately took his departure for the residence of my uncle. made up my mind to introduce myself as a person charged

It was a late hour before I was ready to commence my with the honor of escorting her to Fort Henry, to see some journey-my father having committed some business to my friends, who had just arrived from the old settlements. transaction, which occupied my time until the sun had Murty pointed out the cabin in which Miss Ellis was passed far beyond the meridian. I obtained from an old likely to be found. The door was standing open, and as I bunter such information in regard to the road over which I crossed the threshold, I perceived several females sitting wished to travel, as assured me that I would experience no around a brightly blazing fire in the farther extremity of dificulty in tracing its course. My rifle had previously the apartment. They rose upon my entrance; and one of underwent a thorough overhauling; and, after carefully the number, who was an elderly lady, welcomed me to the bading it, I movnted my horse, and cantered up the sidling domicil

, and politely invited me to occupy a chair near the mad which led over the mountain of stone-coal, immediately fire. I made only a silent acknowledgment of her kind. tack of the fort. I travelled until after the sun had dis-ness, as my attention was fixed upon a young lady who appeared on the far side of the hills behind me, without stood at the side of the speaker. She was rather above amving at the desired place. Feeling convinced that I the ordinary height; but the symmetrical proportions of bad went more than the distance between the two forts, her person gave her that air of dignity which is sure to it was plain to my mind that I had missed the road ; and I command the involuntary admiration and respect of the felt vered at the idea of losing myself in the woods after beholder

. In her face, which was illumined by the blazing Dighi-fall. I urged my steed onward, in the hope of find- beech-wood in the fire-place, I instantly recognized the sea. ing some human habitation at which I might pass the night, stures of my youthful playmate. The lapse of time, it is of at least be informed how to proceed to the place of my true, had effected some change upon them; but the identi. de stination. At length, I reached a point at which the cal bewitchery, that was accustomed to steal over me when track diverged in several directions. While I was en- I looked upon them in by-gone days, returned upon me in gaged in examining which of them seemed the most beaten, full force. She held in her hand an open book, which I a voice at my side addressed me, in a delicious Irish suppose she had been reading by the light the fire afforded.

T advanced a few steps, and ventured to speak to her. "Misther Stranger, ye saam to be lost, a bit."

“I have been honored," I said, "with the privilege of The individual who spoke these words seemed to have escoring Miss Ellis to Fort Henry, where some of her sprung from the earth beneath him, for although I had been, friends, who have just arrived from the eastward, would be the moment before, looking carefully around me, I failed to happy to see her." Here I came to a halt, for I began to notice his approach. He was a low, chunky, hardy look - find myself incompetent to play the part of a dissembler. ing person, of middle age, with sandy hair, and thin red “Oh! who are they?" exclaimed the young lady in an whiskers. His beard, to all appearances, bad not felt the ecstasy of delight. edge of a razor for a month, and his long, matted locks Captain Gillespie, and his family, Miss, if I do not oferhung the back of a red flannel warm-us,* which con mistake the name. I would be gratified to hear whether it stituted his principle outer garment.

Surmounting his will suit the convenience of Miss Ellis", head, was a white wool hat, bearing the marks of long ser- If my memory serves me, my speech was interrupted by rice, with its crown distended to a convex shape, and its Miss Ellis, at this point, with the joyous shout of “Cousin fim hanging down after the fashion of the mouth of a dinner Peyton!" My senses, I acknowledge, became then some

what confused. I know that we bounded towards each *I am not sure that our narrator spells this word cor- other

, and I have a dreamy recollection of our lips having rectly. Its popular pronunciation is commis. The gar. come together; but of the latter circumstance I cannot ment is a long, loose roundabout, connecting in front with speak positively. strings, and is much worn, even at the present time. • Peyton," said she, after I had pretty well recovered

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