fort the hearts that love her.

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Now, Julia," said my husband, when I related this to him at dinner, "now is the time for you to show your friendship for Kate. Take her home, with her child. If Adelle and her mother both disappear for a year, there will be little danger of Francisco's continued pursuit.

"Thank you, William. It is the very thing I thought of, but hesitated because I thought it might be disagreeable to you to feel that Francisco would discover them and haunt the house. Kate will be a treasure to me, and she will be near her family too, if any misfortune should happen; in which case I can still retain Adelle."

After sheltering them two years instead of one, in which time letter after letter reached Kate from Francisco, in the same strain as before, they suddenly ceased. The war had broken out, and, in the second year, Michael heard from a friend in the navy, who detailed to him the circumstances of Francisco's death upon the same steamer on which he himself was stationed. By this time Michael was enabled to redeem his pledge to take charge of Kate and her child. Though still young, he has acquired sufficient by his musical talents, which are very remarkable, to purchase a pretty residence, where Kate is housekeeper, Michael having never married. He is training little Adelle as a music teacher. Old Martin Collins rests from his labors in Forest Hill Cemetery, and his widow awaits the call to join him. Margaret has long since married, and has a family of her own.

Still placid, gentle and amiable as ever, no one who sees her would suspect that her calm, unruffled exterior hides beneath it the memory of so great a sorrow and shame, Her exquisite taste and love of order make the house of her brother a most attractive residence, and her sweet, calm face is its

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BY T. H. SAFFORD.

Thomas Green Fessenden.

ITHIN the period comprised in the last fifty years there have been many improvements made in this portion of New England, by the introduction of new varieties of plants, vegetables and fruit-trees, and also by improved modes of cultivation There has also been a similar amelioration in that portion of the garden assigned to the florist, and the beautifier of the adjoining landscape.

The nicer elegancies of art have been employed to improve the natural productions of the country, and the most costly exotics imported to supply any deficiency in valuable fruit-trees, and elegant, showy and fragrant flowers.

Mount Auburn itself was originally purchased by the Massachusetts Horticultural Society, and one-fourth of the net proceeds of its sales were reserved when it was transferred to to the Cemetery Association; this money has been devoted to the interests of horticulture by the payment of premiums for improved fruits and flowers, the erection of buildings, and other methods of increasing the products of the soil, and enhancing their market value, and this influence in connection with newspapers and magazines has been direct and salutary in extending the great improvements of the garden, and in beautifying the landscape in proximity to the city of Boston.

Nutritious vegetables, pease, beans, and other products of the kitchen garden, have been greatly improved. The apple, with its delicious acid flavor, the rich, sugary, melting pear, the many new and fine varieties of cherries and plums, - the currant, improved in size and beauty, the strawberry, with its fine aromatic flavor, the sweet, juicy grape, have taken the place of inferior fruits, the former products of the soil. Brilliant flowering plants and shrubs have been propagated and improved in a corresponding ratio as that queen of flowers, the rose,

The great improvements mentioned have a large portion of them been made through the influence of premiums, and newspapers and magazines which have made a specialty of the science of horticulture, as their conductors have been indefatigable in introducing, advocating and extending this great reformation in gardening.

Among the foremost of the pioneers in this great enterprize, was the gentleman whose name stands at the head of this article, who has thus added greatly to the comfort, health, and innocent pleasures of the community.

Thomas Green Fessenden was the son of the Rev. William Fessenden, the minister of Walpole, N. H. Young Fessenden was fitted to go to college, and graduated at Dartmouth in 1796, defraying a large portion of the expense by teaching school in the day time, and devoting his evenings to the instruction of classes of scholars in church music.

While in college Mr. Fessenden became distinguished among his fellow students, by writing humorous poetry, portions of which were published in pamphlet form, and this publication extended his fame in the community. He became a regular contributor to the Museum, a newspaper published at Walpole, and furnished the Editor with a large number of poetic communications of a humorous character, over the signature of Simon Spunky. The Museum at this time was regarded as the best literary publication in the country. Royal Tyler was a regular contributor, and that distinguished man, Joseph Dennie, resided at Walpole, and wrote a popular series of articles, entitled the "Lay Preacher," which had an immense circulation.

After he graduated, Mr. Fessenden commenced the study of law at Rutland, Vt., and after his admission to the bar he entered into partnership with the celebrated Nathaniel Chipman.

In 1801 he was sent to England by a company who wished to secure a patent for a newly-invented machine, and while in Lon

In 1822 he commenced editing the New England Farmer at Boston, and conducted that paper with the assistance of numerous correspondents, until the day of his death laboring himself with great assiduity and in dustry, and managing the paper with signa ability. He was a lover of beauty, and to elevate the science of horticulture to a posi tion where it would take its proper place a one of the fine arts, was his leading aspira tion. The New England Farmer under hi excellent management gave also a great im petus to the sister science of agriculture in New England.

During this period Mr. Fessenden edited and published a number of books which were intended for guides to the farmer and gar dener, in raising and improving our nativ breed of cattle, fruit-trees, and other conge nial subjects which were of great utility, an also served to expand and elevate the mind of the cultivators of the soil, and tende largely to increase the respect of the commu nity for the farming portion of the Common wealth. Mr. Fessenden died on the 10t day of November, 1837, aged sixty-five.

He was interred at the opening betwee the east ends of Green Briar and Nort Yarrow Paths, near the grave of the l mented Dr. Channing. It is an oval lo with an iron fence surrounding it. TH monument consists of a plinth, base, die an cap, the latter surmounted with an urn.

On the die is the following inscription : Thomas Green Fessenden, died Nov. 11t 1837, aged 65.

newspaper and magazine writers of his period. I append two of the productions of his pen, which are remarkable for quiet wit and gemal humor, and besides, what is generally a rare merit of such productions, they are eminently truthful. They will be appreciated by every one acquainted with the capricious nature, and icicle character of the month of May, and the delightful climate generally experienced in June in the vicinity of Boston.

The jingle of the measure reminds the reader of the music of the sleigh bells of the wintry months.

MAY.

The bashful spring at length begins
To make some slight advances,

But shows us, while her way she wins,
Her wayward freaks and fancies.

One day, perhaps her ladyship

Looks fair and condescending, Next day she pouts, her under lip Like parasol distending.

The bard who sings the charms of May

Must be a fool, or groggy;

With now and then a pleasant day,
She's mostly foul and foggy.

For now a cold North Easter blows,
From horrible ice islands;
Now blasts from everlasting snows,
Which crown the polar highlands.

And when these blasts are made to tell
For zephyrs by a rhymer,

The tinklings of a cracked sheep bell
Sound sweeter and sublimer.

JUNE.

Though rhymsters portray

The pleasures of May

In verse, which is nothing but jingling,,

June only can bring

Us the beauties of spring,

Without its deformities mingling.

Madam May has her blights,

And her vile frosty nights,

The hopes of the husbandman blasting;

And her north-eastern blows, Which one would suppose Were cut out to be everlasting.

But, June for my Muse,

With her sweets and her hues,
Fit topics for lovers to talk on;
While Flora around

Spreads over the ground
Fine carpets for farmers to walk on.

If June could hold out
The whole year about.

Such pleasure sans measure be giving,
This lower world would

Be a mansion too good
For poor wicked mortals to live in.

The winters of New England are disposed of in the same humorous manner in the following short poem.

WINTER.

Rough Winter over earth and sky
Is rudely domineering,

And warring winds their pinions ply
Through frozen realms careering.
Tall trees, which skirt the wilderness,
To rapt imagination,
Seem giant-sentinels, which guard
The home of desolation.

Terrific storms rush on as if

The Prince of Air impelled them. Mosquito-nets and ladies' fans

Are therefore used but seldom.
Officious and obtrusive imps

Of Frost are omnipresent:
And here and there and everywhere
Officiously malfeasant.

A boundless screen of silver sheen,
Their magical machinery

Is thrown, you see, o'er shrub and tree,
To burnish rural scenery.

The first South Carolina rebellion which occurred in 1832, during the administration of General Jackson, was thus hit off by Mr. Fessenden, and the article from which it was extracted was one of his happiest efforts.

"Supposing one's least finger should
In angry mood declare it would
No longer be at the command
Of such a tyrant as the hand-
The body being forced, you know,
To cut it off and let it go-
The little rebel would find out
It had not been as wise as stout,
And that, poor nullifying elf,
It had just nullified itself!
The nullifiers too, are quite
As badly off tor power as right;
Suppose a tomtit in a rage,
A lordly lion should engage!
Or that some doughty, daring fly
Should undertake to nullify,

By dint of some unheard-of process,

A mighty elephant's proboscis,
One State against the Union pitted,
By just such figures would be fitted.

If the foregoing extract had been adopted and acted on by the Southern people in 1860, it would have saved more than six billions of money, and nearly a million of precious lives to the United States; and also an amount of suffering and misery beyond the power of man to compute with figures, or to describe in language, thus demonstrating that poets are occasionally prophets in this late period of the world's history.