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soon have thought of falling in love with the stone “ dust of the schools," or displaying the beauty of image of Minerva on the college-green, as with the ber Juno-like figure, as she paced to and from the president's learned daughter. There was something huge spinning wheel; she was certainly a world's in her sturdy good sense which everybody rather wonder. There is a half-remembered story of Aunt liked, yet the want of sofiness and pliability in her Abby's spirit, which no one dares to talk of openly; character excited a certain dread in all who came but it is believed that a certain gentleman, now high near her. Gified with peculiar powers both of mind in civic honors, received, when a youth of lwenty, and body, she had no compassion for feebleness of a severe caning from the lady, in consequence of frame or infirmity of purpose, for she had no clear some impertinence, offered when under the influence perception of such things. Her intellect was like a of a deep potation. But this may be only a piece of telescope through which she could examine the scandal. grand and the remote, but she could not use it as a The circumstances of Aunt Abby's marriage were microscope to examine the littlenesses of humanity. as peculiar as were her own traits of character. It is only through the sympathies of the heart that we Among the students of the college was a young genlearn respect for the sufferings, or compassion for tleman of large fortune and fine talents, who was the weaknesses of our fellows--and Abby Leyburn afflicted with a constitutional timidity and nervoushad no sympathies, except those of the brain. ness that paralyzed all his powers. He was the only

Perfectly self-possessed, because thoroughly con- child of a widowed mother, who had foolishly rescious of her own vast superiority, and utterly in- sisted the boy's wish 10 go to school. He had theredifferent as to the impression she was likely to make, fore remained at home under the charge of tutors, Abby's manners in society had all the elegance and and when the death of his mother released him from nonchalant ease which fashion tries so hard to teach. her affectionate tyranny, he entered college only to She conversed exceedingly well on all subjects, and find himself inferior in attainments to every one else, possessed the gift (most rare among talented women) and a perfect butt, from his timid shyness. He was of making herself as agreeable to her own sex, as 10 full of poetry and sentiment. Among realities he the men. Everybody admired her, yet everybody was lost and be wildered, but in the world of fancy feared her; everybody acknowledged her rare powers, he was a hero even to himself. yet ererybody kept at a certain distance. “He To a gay set of frolicksome students nothing could comes too near who comes to be denied," so says offer better game than the mental and personal pecuone of the wits and demi-reps of a past age; but liarities of the rich young Southerner, who rejoiced Abby never suffered any one to reach the confines in the name of Sampson Terricolt, (a name soon of Love- Land, and, of course, none ever attained to transmuted into Sampson Tear-your-coal) by his Declaration Point.

companions. Nothing could be more ludicrous than It is difficult to imagine a character like that of the association of such a name with such a person. Aunt Abby. A woman without softness, and ten- The redoubtable Sampson was some five feet four derness, and sentiment, seems such an anomaly, that inches in height, with an exceedingly slight figure, we are tempted to doubt the probability of her pos. small features of the style usually designated as sessing any of the qualities we seek in woman. But snub-faced,with a skim-milk complexion, and Abby had all the necessary knowledge of womanly hair of that sun-burned flaxen color, so common duties, all the considerateness we look for in woman, among hailess country urchins. His voice was a all the attention to detail which is a woman's peculiar piping treble, with an occasional tone in it like that province, and withal was possessed of the most in- of a cracked penny-trumpet. His hands and feet domitable good humor. She was sententious, because were ridiculously small, and when altired in his every truth became, in her mind, an axiom, to be college-gown, it required but little caricaturing 10 stowed away in the smallest possible space; she was draw his portrait in a style decidedly feminine, yet dogmatic, because her opinions were made up by her decidedly like. He received all kinds of nicknames own unaided reflection, and were not to be changed for his personal peculiarities, but, perhaps, none or modified by words. Her self-esteem was pro annoyed him more than the soubriquet of “Miss digious; it was not the puny vanity which is so often | Dalilah," which was generally bestowed upon him. dignified with such a title, it was rather a magnificent Yet a mind filled with images of beauty was hidden Johnsonesque self-appreciation, precisely like that beneath this unpromising exterior. He had no force which looms so grandly beside the vain peltinesses of character, no iron strength of intellect, but he had of the biographer of the great lexicographer.

an unbounded imagination, and an unlimited reach She was certainly a great puzzle to every one. A of vision into spiritualities. He was a poet, but woman who could quote Longinus, read Homer, ex- lacking the key to a poet's harmonies of utterance, pound a disputed text in the Hebrew Bible, chop | he expended his strength in the beautiful clond-land logic with the most caviling acuteness, and talk of of metaphysics and became a moral philosopher. the Differential Calculus as if it were the last new Like all diminutive men Sampson had a decided poem, was certainly something of a wonder; but par iality for large women. The colossal beauty of when that same woman was seen seated on the Abby Leyburn had struck him when he first beheld milking-stool, or standing at the churn, or presiding her, and he loved nothing so well as to contemplate over a blazing oven, or, broom in hand, raising motes her from a distance, being quite 100 timid to address in the sunbeams by her vigorous attack upon the himself to her. Now there was in Abby a certain propensity that might almost be called compassion How the courtship was managed no one ever knew. toward little people. She regarded them as a huge I am inclined to think there was not much love. Newfoundland dug often looks upon a poodie—their making, and from the kind of dreamy surprise which very insignificance and feebleness seemed a claim Sampson exhibited when questioned about his enupon her protection. It had often been remarked gagement, il is presumed he was scarcely conscious that Miss Leyburn showed especial favor 10 those of his own happiness. People said that Miss Ley. whom she denominated " the poor little fellows, and burn, reversing ihe usual order of things, had popped no one was surprised, therefore, to find her taking the question to Sampson, who stammered out, “ Yes," a great fancy to Sampson Terricoil. There was through sheer fright. The probability is that he did something so appealing in his manner, such a tacit exactly as sbe directed him. She gave him to underacknowledgment of inferiority in his humble de stand she meant to marry him, and if he offered no meanor, such an irresistible claim to render treat-resistance, feeling rather pleased at being relieved ment in his timid little voice and stammering speech, from responsibility for the rest of his life. that Abby at once took to him as to one of those They were married in the chapel of the college, “incurables” for whom the world is a hospital, and and the halı-suppressed glee of the saucy students every charitable person ought to be a nurse. To the may be imagined. All the blank walls about the gentle Sampson the lady became "like the shadow college were filled with caricatures, illustrative of of a great rock in a weary land." She overshadowed the one idea, “paired, not matched.One of these him so completely that he could find repose and re- charcoal libels was particularly annoying, il repre. freshment in her presence. Iostead of attempting 10 sented a nondescript and beautiful winged animalbe any thing, or do any thing, or say any thing, he a Hippogriff— with the face of a woman, curving her gave himself up to the enjoymont of a consciousness proud neck beneath a rein held in the hands of of perfect insignificance as compared with the Apollo, while direcily beneath was a second repre. splendid creature, who could excel any and every sentation of the same magnificent creature tamely body. It was a comfort to see everybody look small yoked with an ox to the plough. in her presence, but to the nervous student it was a But Abby cared ljule for these things, and she positive luxury to feel small, without being mor- would not suffer her husband to pay any attention to tified and disgraced.

them. She made him one of the best wives in the Sampson was not in love with his Minerva, he had world, and though she was ten years his elder, and no sentiment, no passionate longings for any thing thrice as big as he, nobody ever believed that he which the world of reality could afford. His loves repented the step he had taken. Their home was at were all idealities, and could not be prisoned in flesh. the South, and, during her husband's lifetime, Abby But with the same weak fondness that had once tied never paid a visit to her early friends. But she was him to his mother's apron-string, be submitted to the visited by her family connections, and we younger guidance of Abby Leyburn. What were Abby's members of the circle were often entertained in motives for troubling herself with little Sampson no childhood by the accounts of Aunt Abby's splendid one knew or cared; but when it was known that she service of gold-plate, her massive silver ewers and was soon to become Mrs. Terricoit, everybody basins in every dressing room, her Turkey carpets thought that the large fortune of the tiny lover would and rich bangings of Gobelin tapestry, and all the account for the whole affair.

paraphernalia of great wealth and magnificent tastes. As usual, the world was mistaken. Abhy was as When Terricoli died, she exhibited her peculiarities free from all mercenary feelings as she was from all of character still more strikingly. She knew people other frailties. But she had her own notions about bad accused her of marrying for money, and she doing good. She saw in Sampson Terricott a highly therefore induced him to make a will, bestowing all imaginative and gifted man, wasting mental power his large properly upon his own relatives, with the in immature schemes which his timidity ihwarted in exception of a life-annuity of a thousand dollars to their very outset, and suffering a fine fortune to be his widow. "I do n't want his money,” she said, idle in his hands for want of energy to take up his “I took good care of hiin while he lived, and if he stewardship. He was weak in health, and subject did not become a great man, it was no fault of mine. to attacks of morbid spirits which sometimes threat. He was rich, and I used his money freely, because ened his reason. In a word, Abby saw that he wanted he liked to see fine things and good things around some one to take care of him, and she fixed upon him; but now I have no occupation here, and so I herself as the filtest person. She was now nine and shall go back 10 my old home, and 'live along. I iwenty, in the full bloom of health and beauty, and, dare say something will be given me to do." as she argued, “ if society provides no other resource So she buried her poor liule Sampson, handed over for destitute females iban marriage, I must marry, or his property to the heirs, and with the first instalat my father's death find myself a beggar.” Having ment of her annuity in her pocket, came to take up come to this conclusion, she decided that, as the her abode in — But her father had been dead for giving herself a ma-ier was out of the question, and many years, and the place was filled with new the idea of possessing a slave in her husband was people who knew little of her history or of her chaequally disagreeable, she had berler divide the dif

racter. She soon became disgusted with her new ference, and unite herself to one who needed a home, and removing to New York, established herstronger nature on which to rest.

self there for the rest of her life. In her later years


she gave up taking exercise daily, and in conse- Poor Aunt Abby! she used to shock the women of querce of this she grew immensely large. I have her time by talking of women's rights, and was the faintest shadow of a reminiscence respecting guilty once of the enormity of wishing to be Pope of her personal appearance at that time. I was a Rome, in order to carry out some scheme for the child of perhaps five years old, and had a dear advancement of woman's social position. She talked old aunt, who was as little as a fairy, and almost of freedom until some pious prudes really suspected as benevolent. This kind little old body once she meant license, and she predicted that the time took me to see our great Aunt Abby; but my would come when the genius of woman would rise head was crammed full of fairy legends and nursery superior to the imposed trammels of sex. She should tales, and when I saw an immensely large, fat wo- have lived in the present age, when she would have man sitting in a chair from which she could not lift seen woman's struggles for emancipation, as exhibited her ponderous form, and met the full stare of her great in the French female clubs, and the German free black eyes, I thought of the Ogress who always associations, to say nothing of the free inquirers and devoured little children, and immediately set up such declaimers against female slavery in this country. a howl of terror that I was sent away in disgrace. She should have lived till now to exhibit a rare and She died not long afterward, having lived to count peculiar instance of masculine power submitting her ninetieth birthday. Her disinterestedness left her itself cheerfully to feminine duties; and perhaps the no fortune to bestow on her relatives, and but for her knowledge that Aunt Abby, with all her mental, profile, (which, cut in black paper, hangs in an attic moral, and physical perfections, lived and died unroom,) her pincushion, and the traditions which re-loving and unloved, might go far toward settling the main in the family respecting her, all trace of her has question of woman's rights, and make her quite vanished from the earth.

satisfied with her easily accorded privileges.




PARTING! Oh, is it not the bitterness

Of life, and death? It were small agony
If we and those we love-heart pressed to heart-

With loving words, and blended prayers, could die. 'T is not the rending of the strings of life

That makes death terrible. The mental pain Is parting from our dear and beautiful,

Who weep, and pray—and bid us live in vain.

Each hath a separate mission to fulfill,

And when their path diverges from our own,
And they have said farewell! and turned away

From our embrace—oh, then, we are alone!
We miss them in all places, everywhere,

And feel a shadow, and an emptiness
Forever by our side-but most of all

In the departed one's accustomed place.
We turn to speak to them—they are not there,

The thought we would have uttered curdles back
Upon our heart, a stifling agony-

We turn our tearful gaze along the track

It is not that we fear to close our eyes,

And rest from life's long labor, that we cling To pain and weakness. 'Tis fond human love

Which binds our soul with many a quivering string.

To know that we shall never look again

Into those loving eyes—shall never hear Again those sweet-toned voices-never clasp

Again those forms, so tender, and so dear.

By which the dear one went-'t is desolate

Our home-our heart-our world is desolate-
In all the places where our joy has been

Dark shades, and weeping memories, congregate.

Yes-parting is the bitterness of death

And life is full of parting. Day by day We see the cherished of our homes depart,

As fledglings from the bird-nests flit away.

But when our only one-the dearest, best,

The angel of our household, bids good-bye
And goes forth weeping—then the tortured heart

Reels with the anguish of the broken tie.

The cherished ones,

whom we have called our own, And loved so many years, that they have grown Into our hearts, and so become a part

Of all that we have felt, or done, or known.

Yes—parting is the bitterness of life

The agony of death—the ban of earth-
The inevitable doom-to love-to part-

Is the condition of our human birth.

The ever-present with us, who were wont

To greet us every morning, with a smile,-
To answer to our voices all day long,-
And cheer us with love's sunlight all the while.

Thank God! there is a world where loved ones meet

In perfect beauty, and unclouded joy,
Where all is love—where parting never comes

The everlasting rapture to destroy.



By the courtesy of Mr. J. R. Smith, the artist, we, and was laid out. The spot is a favorite resort of are permitted to present our readers with another curious visiters from the city, who go to examine view of a remarkable place. It is Montgomery's the battle-ground. Below this is a splendid building, House, occupied by General Jackson as his head called the Battle-Ground Sugar Refinery, on the rear quarters at the time of the celebrated Battle of New of which is a group of willows, with a mound in the Orleans, January 8, 1815. It is surrounded by a centre, and surrounded by water. Here are buried splendid garden and grounds, and a beautiful grove the 2000 British warriors who were slain in the of cedars, which in this latitude grow to an immense battle of the 8th of January. A planter's house near size. The line of intrenchments running up the the spot was occupied, previously to the action, by lane by Montgomery's House back to the cedar General Packenham as his head-quarters. All these swamp can still be distinctly traced. Farther down objects form very suitable subjects for the pencils of on the banks of the river Mississippi are four live our artists; and we are only surprised that they have oak trees, of immense size, forming a square, and not been drawn, engraved and familiarized to the hanging with Spanish moss. Beneath these trees public long ago. the British commander, General Packenham, expired

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