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meat was thrown in, which rendered the water. The swell rapidly increased, and as they sunk into greasy and unfil for its destined use. The master's the trough of the sea, and shut out the faint horizon, mate was therefore directed to have more drawn the succeeding wave overshadowed, and its crest from the hold. Accordingly he came upon the lower seemed to curl in anger above them. Sometimes a or birth-deck, and as he stepped from the ladder, wave, like some monster rising from the deep, looked said, sufficiently loud for Talbot to hear, who was down black and threatening upon the tiny boat, and reclined beside it, “Look out !” and passed imme- then rolling ils seething foam along the sides, it diately on. The latter, taking the hint, but uncertain rushed ahead, and gathering into a mass, seemed to how to apply it, remained for a few moments in great await her coming. Thinly clad, and soon wet to the suspense, when the master's-male called the sentry skin, as they rode upon the tops of the waves, they forward to hold the light for him. As the latter suffered bitterly from the coldness of the wind. In the moved forward, Talbot availed himself of the oppor- hollow of the sea, they were sheltered one moment tunity, and instantly hurried up the ladder, although only to be more exposed the next. Sometimes riding yet uncertain if such were the plan concerted by his upon the broken crest of a wave, they felt upon their friends. He was very soon assured, however, for bed of foam, as insignificant and far more helpless nearly abreast of him, from the shadow between two than the gulls which, disturbed in their slumber, of the guns, a figure advanced a few steps and imme- screamed around them. The oars were of little serdiately retired again. It proved to be Gonzalez, and vice, save to steady the boat in the dreadful pitchings together they clambered out over one of the guns, and careerings to which it was every instant suband found themselves by the small skiff of the priva- jected. One managed the oars, or sculls rather, while teer, which had been saved and hoisted up imme- the other steered and occasionally bailed. There diately under the anchor in the waist. Fortunately, could be no transfer of labor, for it was certain death the wind had hauled nearly ahead, and with the to attempt a change of position. Although the yards sharp-braced up, the ship was sailing slug. current set along the land, the wind and the heave gishly along, with her head rather diagonally inclined of the sea, drove them indirectly toward it. After toward the shore.

five hours incessant fatigue, cold, cramped and “We must remain quiet here,” whispered Gon wearied to exhaustion, they reached the near vicinity zalez, “ until some movement be made on deck, in of the shore, and running along it for about a mile, in the noise of which we can lower the skiff unde increased danger, for the boat was now nearly broadtected."

side to the sea, they made the mouth of a small The wind was gradually freshening, and the ship harbor, into which, as their frames thrilled with grabegan to plunge with the increasing swell. After a titude, they pulled with all their might. As the peace while the topgallant-sails were taken in, but it was and ihe joys of heaven are to the wrangling and conan operation so quickly performed, that before the lumelies of this world, so was the placid stillness of boat was lowered half the distance it was suspended that sheltered nook to the fierce wind and troubled from the water, the noise ceased, and they were sea without. The transition was as sudden as it was obliged to hold on. In about half an hour after, which delightful, and with uncovered heads and upturned seemed to them an almost interminable space of time, gaze, each paid his heartfelt tribute of thankfulness. they were cheered with the welcome order,

On one side of the sequestered little bay, through “Man the main clew-garnets and buntlines,” pre- the dim and uncertain light, they discovered two or paratory to hauling up the mainsail. As the men three huts, embowered and almost concealed by ran away with the ropes, and clued and gathered the groves of the umbrageous and productive banana, large and loudly flapping sail to the yard, Talbot and whose large pendent-leaves waving in the wind, Gonzalez lowered the boat, and casting her loose, the seemed at one time to beckon them on, and at anship passed by without any one observing them and other to warn them from approaching. It was eviwas soon lost to view in the obscurity of the night. dently a fishing settlement, for there were some boats They had exchanged apprehended evils from human hauled up on the shore, and a long seine was hung malignity for instant and appalling danger. The upon a number of upright poles. Pulling toward moon, struggling through a bank of clouds and shorn what seemed the usual landing, their light skiff grated of her brilliancy by the opposing mist, cast her fur- upon the pebbly beach, and they leaped, overjoyed, tive beams upon the fretted sea. Instead of the pro- upon the silent shore-silent and mute in all that longed and easy swell of the mid-ocean, the gulf, as pertains to human action or the human voice, but if moved by adverse tides, whirled its waves about eloquent, most eloquent, in the outpourings of a rich like some huge Briareus, tossing his hundred arms and teeming earth, and the gushing emotions of in the wildest and most furious contortions. The thankfulness it awakened in the bosoms of those two skiff was so light, so frail, and so difficult of trim, weary and persecuted men. that they were every moment in danger of upsetting.

[To be continued.

VICTORY AND DEFEAT. TO-DAY, with loud acclaim the welkin rings

To-morrow, not e'en Echo will repeat In praise of deeds the shout of Victory brings :

The praise of deeds then canceled by DEFEAT.

BY ANNIE GREY.

Its thrilling presence banishes

All thoughts of grief or fear. How often, often, mother!

When I've mourned, but scarce knew why, I've hailed its light, and soon forgot

The tear-drop and the sigh.
For thoughts of sadness will intrude

Upon my soul ofttimes;
They come and bid me ne'er forget

That there are purer climes.

And still I trust its radiance

May fall upon my soul Through all my future hours and days,

As onward still they roll.

OH! wake, my mother! wake! and hail

With me this dawning day;
Oh wake, my mother! wake and list

Thy daughter's fervent lay.
She comes to seek thy blessing,

And to whisper in thine ear-
That warmer glows her love for thee

With every added year.
Wake, mother! wake! while faintly steal

The sunbeams pure and bright,
And playful throw around thy couch

Their most bewitching light.
For this is a hallowed day, mother!

A hallowed day to me;
'Twas at its dawn, four years ago,

That first I greeted thee.
We love the sunbeams, mother,

And wheresoe'er they rest,
We feel their sacred influence,

As though some angel guest
Concealed itself mid golden rays,

That from God's holy shrine
Fall as night-dews or summer-showers,

Refreshing and divine.
We love the sunbeams, 'mother!

What beauties they awake,
When first from the clear eastern sky

All gloriously they break.
Oh! how the flowers delight to feel

Their warm kiss from above,
And brighten 'neath it as the heart

Beneath a kiss of love;

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And merrier dance the waters,

When every ripple shows
A sparkling crown like diamond

gems, As carelessly it flows. But wake, my mother! wake and list

The strain I have to sing ; 'T is not of these glad sunbeams,

Though joy around they fling, But of a sunbeam brighter,

That cheers me all the while, And never knoweth change, mother!

The sunbeam of thy smile.

And I shall hope to meet thee

In the sinless land on high, Where we can lisp in tones of love

The language of the sky.

How often, oh! how often,

When my heart feels lone and drear,

Oh! I shall be waiting, mother dear!

And watching all the while,
To greet again, with hap heart,

The sunbeam of thy smile.

ON A DIAMOND RING.

BY CHARLES E. TRAIL.

Rare is the diamond's lustre, and the mine

No richer treasure hath than yellow gold;

Yet were its jewels of a price untold,
Still dearer charms this little ring doth shrine.
Circling thy taper finger, how divine

Its lot; oft to thy fair check prest,
And by such contact past expression blest,

Or sparkling inid those sunny locks of thine! Oh! these are uses which might consecrate

The basest metal, or the dull, vile earth; Enhance the diamond's price, or elevate

The clod to an inestimable worth. Would that so dear a gem, which thus hath shone C'pon thy snowy hand, might ever bless my own!

THE RECLUSE. NO. I.

BY PARK BENJAMIN.

In the series of papers (and they will bave the rare ing as silently as those aboriginal lords of the soil merit of being h011) which I am about to offer to jhe whose lives ihou commemoratedst ! reader, I shall not so far follow the ill fashion of the I have seen a great many multitudes, but never so day as to strive to be “ original." I do not mean by quiet, so orderly, so well-dressed, so happy a conthis remark to signify that I shall not give my own course as that which filled the windows and balcothoughts in my own way. But I shall not twist the nies and door-steps, and absolutely covered the sideEnglish language out of all shape and comeliness; walks, on the morning of the Croton celebration. I shall not Germanize and Frenchize and Italianize; Throngs of gayly clad women and children moved I shall express my ideas in the simplest possible merrily abont; for there was not a solitary drunkard words; I shall always choose the Saxon rather than that day in all the streets of the city to molest or the Norman; I shall endeavor to write so that “he make them afraid. An individual under the influwho runs may read.” Were I a teacher of youth, ence of any liquor more potent ihan that which was I should recommend as the best models of style gushing from a thousand fountains, would have been Swist and Soutbey, Addison, Sieele, Channing, Sir an anomaly too hideous to be borne. Braver than Jaines Macintosh, Irving, not Carlyle, Gibbon, John- Julius Cæsar or Zachary Taylor must he have been son, Emerson. I set plain Nature above gorgeous who dared to look upon wine red in the cup on such Art. The epithet “natural” conveys to my mind a day as that. the highest praise of verse or prose. A style may I well remember the reflections which passed indeed be eminently artistic, but still appear to be through my mind as I stood gazing on that happy and natural.

soul-comforting scene. The treaty of peace, as it I have said enough to show the manner in which might well have been called, establishing the NorthI shall try to convey my ideas. Fewer words will Eastern boundary of the United States, seitling a set forth the character of my matter.

questio vexata of long continuance, which had again I have no subject. I think, in my solitude, of and again threatened war, had just been concluded many things. As thoughts occur to me I put them between this country and Great Britain-thanks to down. Though a Recluse, and having but little so- the pacific dispositions and noble talents of the negociety except that of woods and fields, rocks and tiators. Thinking of this, as I looked at the mighty waters, I am fond of contemplating the events of the civic array, at the procession, which was like an hour. Many of my topics will therefore be of im- endless chain of human beings, the head of it, after mediate interest. They will at least have the charm having traveled through six miles of streets, meeting of variety, and my“ mode of treatment,” to use an the tail of it, which had not yet drawn an inch of its expression of physicians, the merit of brevity. slow length along, below the Park-as I looked at This is sufficient introduction. Courteous reader, the smiling faces and the sporting fountains—I ex

claimed to myself How glorious a scene is this!

How much worthier of a free people than the mar1.- THE CROTON CELEBRATION.

tial triumphs of old! A great good has been done.

Energy and Skill have eflected a stupendous work. Of all public displays, that which affected me most Thousands and thousands are met together on an apdeeply was the celebration of the opening of the Cro- pointed day, to commemorate an achievement which ton river into the great city of New York. A day shall prove a blessing to many generations yet une had been appoioted by the powers in being. Arrange- born. Indeed, indeed this is more to be desired ments were made for a mighty civic procession. It than the most complete of victories. was a jubilee of Cold Water. The Temperance I went on thus with my cogitations. Let me supSocieties figured chiefly on the occasion. Those pose that these negotiations between two nations, trades which best flourish by the practice of tem- strong in men and the resources of warfare, negotiaperance were numerously represented, bearing be. tions skillfully conducted 10 a most fortunate issue, fore them their symbols and instruments. I remem- and the establishment of a peace in which all the ber a printing-press on a platform, borne triumphantly world is interested, had proved to be unsuccessful. along, working as it went, throwing off handbills, on Suppose that war had been declared, that we had no which odes were printed, to the eager and amused longer ago than yesterday received intelligence of a crowd on both sides of the way. By the side of that conquest on the sea, that a fierce battle had been printing-press sat, in smiling digoity, Colonel Stone, fought, and that our ships had come into port laden as everybody called him, then editor of the Commer- with spoils and crowded with prisoners. How ditcial Advertiser. Kind-hearted, conscientious, hospi- ferent 10-day would have been our rejoicings! The table, credulous, verbose gentleman! thou art sleep- | outward demonstrations might, in some respects,

I salute you.

aun.

may boast

have been the same. The streets would have been And, singing thus, before thou die filled with multitudes of men; the bells of the churches Thou sing'st thy part to those on high. (oh sacrilege!) would have pealed long and loudly; I have modernized the orthography of the foregothe flag of our country would have waved from many ing quaint and beautiful stanzas, from the dress in a house-top and "liberty-pole"-yet, in the midst of which they are clothed in the second part of the all this, there would have been distinguished the tro- Diary of Lady Willoughby, just published by Joho phies of wo and of disaster. The cannon, which had Wiley, bookseller, in New York. They are happily dealed death to the brave, would have been borne imitative of the style of the poets of olden time. through the streets, and the banners of the conquered They remind one of George Herbert—that "sweet trailed in the dust. Execrations would have mingled singer in the Israel" of the English church, of Donne, with shouts, and frowns of hatred with smiles of joy. of Wotton, and of other lyrists, who chanted the Sorrow and anguish would have been comates with praises of our God. To my ear, much dearer are exultation and delight, and the hilarity of all hearts such simple, tuneful verses than the grandiloquent deeply subdued by the sad faces of many mourners. ouipourings of the more modern muse. They come

And how different would have been our inward home, as it were, to one's child-like sympathies. emotions! Instead of “calm thoughts regular as They awaken the thoughts of “youthly years;" they infant's breath,” we should have experienced a freshen the withered feelings of the heart, as heatumultuous rapture, a demoniac triumph, an uneasy ven's dew freshens the dried leaves in summer. and restless joy, a trembling pride, a satisfaction Let me recommend this most tender, most soulwith the present embittered by fears for the future. touching of “late works"-these passages from the Now we rejoice with cheerful consciences. No Diary of Lady Willoughby. It is not a real coming events cast their shadows before" to cloud ciente booke," but an imitation; yet, like certain the horizon of hope. We look upon a cloudless fir- copies of a picture by an old master, it mament above us and around us. We are indeed some touches better than the original. Challerton's proud of the task which has been accomplished; but forgeries were not more persect in their way, though ours is a pride unmixed with any baser emotion-a this be no forgery, but what it pretends to be-namely, pride honorable to humanity. Ah, how much more invention. I feared, when I took up the second glorious is this than a victory! It is a sight to make part of this remarkable production, that it would dethe old young—a sight worthy of Perpetual com-teriorate in interest, that the hand of the artist would memoration. It will be always recollected. We become manifest. But it is not so. Here, throughshall tell it to our children's children. From time to out, is the ars celare artem in perfection. time our authors shall write of it—so that it may How touching a lesson do the seigned sorrows of always live in the memory of the age.

the Lady Willoughby present to her sex. What absence of repining! What reliance on the justice

and mercy of God! What trust in the merits of her II.-ON A BIBLE.

Redeemer! Her faith is never shaken. Her soul is Could this outside beholden be

never dismayed. With an expression holier than To cost and cunning equally,

Raphael has imparted to his pictures of the Madonna, Or were it such as might suffice The luxury of curious eyes

she looks upward and is comforted. Ever into the Yet would I have my dearest look

troubled waters of her soul descends the angel of Not on the cover, but the Book.

peace. Perfect pattern is she for wives and mothers.

Excellent example of a Christian woman.
If thou art merry, here are airs;
If melancholy, here are prayers;

III.
If studious, here are those things writ
Which may deserve thy ablest wit;

Are not some of the prophecies being fulfilled in If hungry, here is food divine;

these latter days? Trace we not in the decay of old If thirsty, Nectar, Heavenly wine.

empires the tempest of God's wrath? Is not the arm

of the Lord stretched out over the people and over Read then, but first thyself prepare

the nations of the earth? Breaks he not thrones to To read with zeal and mark with care; And when thou read'st what here is writ,

pieces as if they were potter's vessels? Where are Let thy best practice second it;

the kings and princes who were born and chosen So twice cach precept read shall be,

to rule over men ? " How are the mighty fallen!” First in the Book, and next in thee.

Even now, as by the mouth of his holy prophet, Much reading may thy spirits wrong,

Isaiah, may the Lord say, “ Is not this the fast that I Refresh them therefore with a song;

have chosen. To loose the bands of wickedness, to And, that thy music praise may merit,

undo the heavy burdened, and to let the oppressed Sing David's Psalms with David's spirit,

go free, and that ye break every yoke ?" That, as thy voice doth pierce men's ears,

Truly has my mind, shut out as I am from comSo shall thy prayers and vows the spheres. mune with the busy world—truly has my mind been Thus read, thus sing, and then to thee

deeply, solemnly affected by the wondrous events The very earth a Heaven shall be;

which are passing in those realms, the pages of If thus thou readest, thou shalt find

whose history are printed in blood. I see the hand A private Heaven within thy mind,

of God in all. I trace the fulfillment of prophecies

contained in the Book of books. I am oppressed by their treasures, and I have put down the inhabitants a sensation of awe as I read the words of inspiration like a valiant man; and my hand hath found as a and discern their truth in these latter days.

nest the riches of the people." Was not the heart of Louis Philippe before his And was he not likewise cast down? Was not a sudden and terrible overthrow as stout as the heart burning kindled under his glory like the burning of a of the King of Assyria ? Did not he, too, say of his fire ? “ And behold at evening-lide, trouble, and monarchy, his rule and his riches--not only to him before the morning he was not." self, but even to the stranger in his land

" This is the portion of them that spoil us,” shouted “By the strength of my hand I have done it and the people of France at the overthrow of the family by my wisdom; for I am prudent; and I have re- of Orleans." This is the portion of them that spoil moved the bounds of the people, and have robbed ' us, and the lot of them that rob us."

POME.

BY R. H. STODDARD.

close;

In the heart of Rome eternal, the Coliseum stands sublime, , Sick of this, I turned and looking out the arches in the Lofty in the midst of ruins, like a temple built to Time. street,

I beheld a mighty multitude, a crowd with hurrying feet ; Vast, colossal, 't is with piles of broken arches reared on high,

Nobles with their flowing togas, simple artisans bedight But the dome is gone, and nothing roofs it but the summer In their holyday attire and badges, maids with eyes of light, sky.

Waving hands to lovers distant, and the little children And the walls are rent, and gaping wide, and crumbling clung fast away,

To their mother's gowns, and nurses held aloft their inAnd the columns waste, but moss and grasscs cover their fants young, decay.

And afar and pouring through the city gates a long array, When the sky of June was bluest, melting as the eye of love, . And in front, in his triumphal car, the hero of the day; And the breezes from Campagnia bore the city's humabove;

And his coursers champed their frosted bits and pranced, Poring o'er the rich and classic authors of the Age of Gold, but all in vain, Virgil, Horace, Terence, Plautus, Livy and historians old, Braced he stood, with streaming robe, and checked them

with a tightened rein: I imagined Rome restored as in the glorious days of yore, Peopled by the great and mighty, as it shall be nevermore. And a mournful group of kingly captives, dusty, drooping

low, I belield the Past before me, and the fallen circus rose,

Followed, fettered to his chariot, gracing his triumphal And the leaning columns righted, and the ruins seemed to

show;

Augurs and soothsayers, flamen, tribunes, lictors bearing Flags were streaming on the lofty walls, and standards of

rods, renowii,

And gray-bearded priests, with olive boughs and statues Plucked from out some hostile army, or some sacked and

of the gods, burning town;

Shaking from their brazen censers clouds of incense to Proud patricians filled the boxes, judges, senators, in

the skies, white,

Leading lowing steers, in wreaths and garlands decked, Consuls from remotest provinces, and hosts of ladies

to sacrifice. bright;

Sacred nymphs from temples near, in spotless white, and And the emperor sat among them, in his regal purple

vestal throngs proud,

Followed solemu, dancing mystic dances, singing choral And below a countless sea of heads, the common plebeian

songs. crowd ;

Cohorts of the Roman soldiers conquering legions marched Wrestlers struggled in the ring, and athlete and equestrians

behind, bold,

With their burnished armor shining and their banners on And the steeds and dashing chariots raised a cloud of

the wind; dusty gold;

And, with distance faint, the brattling drums, the trumTroops of sworded gladiators, Dacian captives, fought and

pet's mighty blast, bled,

And the clarion rung and sounded like an echo from the And the lists were strewn with wretches lying on their

Past. bucklers dead; And in the arena Christian saints and martyrs, old and

All at once the glorious vision melted, faded in the air,

Like a desert exhalation, leaving all its ruin bare. gray, Were trampled in the dust, and torn by savage beasts of And, in place of glory and the beauty of the olden day, prey

I beheld the Queen of Cities wasted, fallen in decay.

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