deeper into each other's confidence.
The fair Margaret welcomed her
father's guest with a bewitching
smile, and the father himself grew
more satisfied with him the longer
they conversed. He inquired, at
length, if his new friend wrote well?
Jonson asked for paper, aud, with-
out delay, in a fine flowing hand,
set down this venerable stanza of
Hebrew poetry.

"Blessed is he that wisely doth
The poor man's case consider ;
For, when the time of trouble is,
The Lord will him deliver."

Talking as they went, they got good-natured and courteous, as well as firm and fearless. We have seen that he was of a temper disinclined to sadness and whining: thought might have hold of him, and keenly, but he never yielded to it, he made a point to cast his sorrows from him altogether; or, if that might not be, to hide them beneath a veil of mockery and mirth; therefore he seldom and sparingly drew upon the sympathies of others, but rather by his sprightly conversation, and his bold determined method of proceeding, gained over them a sure dominion, which his goodness of heart ever kept him from abusing. His adventures, too, and irregular mode of life, had given a dash of wildness to his speech and conduct, which enhanced the interest people took in him. had still at hand some stroke of gaiety, some wily quip, wherewith to meet every emergency, which at once indicated an unknown depth of energy and self-possession, and resources, and gave to it a peculiarly frank and unpretending aspect. In short, he grew a universal favorite, at once respected and loved. The good planter promoted him through every grade, to the highest in his establishment, and at length admitted him to be a partner in the trade.

The worthy planter perused it with a smile-seemed to think a little then told Jonson that he was in want of such a person, and proposed to employ him as a clerk. The day was when Jonson would have spurned at such an offer, but misfortune had tamed him now. He grasped at this, almost as gladly as at any ever made him-as even at that of life within the prison of Carlisle. He sat down to his legers next day.

In this new capacity I rejoice to say that Jonson acquitted himself manfully. He was naturally of an active indefatigable turn; he had a sound methodical judgment, and a straight forward, thorough going mode of action, which here found their proper field. Besides, he daily loved the planter and his household more, the more he knew of them; and gratitude, as well as interest, called upon him for exertion. In the counting-rooms and warehouses, accordingly, he soon became an indispensable. It would have done any one's heart good, to see how he would lay about him there-concluding bargains, detecting frauds, devising ways and means, dashing every obstacle to the right and left, advancing to his object with a steady progress and infallible certainty. These were the solid qualities of his mind and habitudes; the more superficial but scarcely less important were of an equally valuable sort. I have already called him

He

Thus Jonson went along-increasing in esteem, in kindness, and good will, with all that knew him. With his patron, the Councillor Herberts, who had alike obliged him and been obliged in return, he stood in the double relation of the giver and receiver of gratitude, and therefore could not wish to stand much better: but with the Councillor's young and only daughter, the beautiful and lively Margaret? How did she like him? Bright airy sylph! Kind, generous soul! I could have loved her my self if I had seen her. Think of a slender delicate creatureformed in the very mould of beauty

elegant and airy in her movements as a fawn; black hair and eyes-jet black; her face mean

then for its expression-how shall I describe it? Nothing so changeful, nothing so lovely in all its changes: one moment it was sprightly gaiety, quick arch humor, sharp wrath, the most contemptuous indifferencethen all at once there would spread over it a celestial gleam of warm affection, deep enthusiasm ;-every feature beamed with tenderness and love, her eyes and looks would have melted a heart of stone; but ere you had time to fall down and worship them-poh! she was off into some other hemisphere-laughing at you teasing you-again seeming to flit round the whole universe of human feeling, and to sport with every part of it. Oh! never was there such another beautiful, cruel, affectionate, wicked, adorable, capricious little gipsy sent into this world for the delight and the vexation of mortal man.

while as pure and fair as lilies-and estate of his ancestors moreover was, at that very time, exposed to sale. What inducements! His fair Creole had lost with her last parent the only hold that bound her firmly to Jamaica: they sold their property, and embarked for Europe. Knockhill was purchased for them, and they reached it in safety. What a hubbub was there at the brave Laird's home-come! What bonfires burnt! What floods of ale and stingo! What mirth and glee and universal jubilee! He had left it poor and broken and sick at heart, and going down to death; he returned rich, powerful, happy, and at his side "the fairest of the fair." The rude peasants blessed his lovely bride, she herself was moved with their affection. Jonson felt himself at last within the port: he collected all the scattered elements of enjoyinent, which fortune had spared around him, and found that they sufficed. He was tired of wandering, glad of rest; he built a stately mansion which still adorns the place; he planted and improved; he talked and speculated, loved and was beloved again. The squires around him coveted his company more than he did theirs. The trusty Cruthers, who had stood by him in the hour of peril and distress, was the first to hail him in the season of prosperity. Many a long night did they two drive away, in talking of old times, of moving accidents, of wild adventures, feuds and hairbreadth 'scapes. In the fervor of their recollections, Jonson would fall upon his knees before the lady he loved best, and swear that she was dearer to him still than life, or aught contained in it; that she had found him a homeless wandererhad made him all he was if he ever ceased to serve her and cherish her in his heart of hearts, he should be the veriest dog upon the surface of the earth. She would smile at this, and ask him not to ruffle the carpet, not to soil his knees. Cruthers owned that it made his eyes water.

My own admiration is, how in the name of wonder Jonson ever got her wooed!--I should have thought it the most hopeless task in nature. Perhaps he had a singular skill in such undertakings: at any rate he throve. The cynosure of neighboring eyes, the apple of discord to all bachelors within many leaguesicher many of them and more showy men than Jonson-preferred Jonson to them all. Perhaps, like Desdemona, she loved him for the dangers he had passed: at all events, she loved him-loved him with her whole soul, the little cozenerthough it was many a weary day before he could determine whether she cared one straw for him or not. Her father saw and blessed their mutual attachment. They were wedded; and Jonson felt himself the happiest of men.

Good fortune now flowed on Jonson. His father-in-law was scarce gathered in extreme old age to his final rest, when news arrived from Britain, that another king had mounted the throne, that Jacobitism had now ceased to be a persecuted creed, that it would be safe for Jonson, if he chose it, to return. The

Here, however, I must end. Do

of rest; the pageant of their history is vanished like the baseless fabric of a dream. The scene which they once peopled and adored, is now peopled by others. Has it gained by the change? I sigh when I look at the representative of Cruthers, his grandson, a sot whom he despised. Jonson never had a grandchild-his father's fields have passed into the hands of land-jobbers and paltry people who knew not Joseph. I look on the woods he planted, and the houses which he built, and muse upon the vast and dreary vortex of this world's mutability. It is weak to do so :

you ask what followed farther? sleep there in their ever silent bed Where these people now are? Alas! they are all dead this scene of blessedness and peace, and truth of heart, is passed away; it was beautiful, but, like a palace of clouds in the summer sky, the north wind has scattered it asunder and driven it into emptiness and air. The noble Margaret died first; Jonson shortly followed her, broken down with years and sorrow for his loss. Cruthers shed a tear over his coffin as he lowered it into a native grave. Cruthers, too, is dead; he sank like a shock of corn fully ripe; a specimen of the "olden worth," of fearless candor and sturdy, bold integrity, to his latest day. Moss-grown stones lie above these friends, and scarcely tell the passer by who lie below. They

"Muojono le citta, muojono i regni,
E l'uom d'esser mortal par che si sdegni;
Copre i fasti e la pompe arena ed arba ;
O nostra mente cupida e superba!"

THE SIAMESE TWINS.

[From the new Poem with this title by the Author of " Pelham."]

THE third day after they had enter'd
London, of Nash and Cash the boast,
Hodges this paragraph adventured

(As herald) in the "Morning Post."
"We hear the famous Mr. Hodges,
Who wrote of Tactoo the description,
Is just arrived in town, and lodges

At present in the hall Egyptian. With him two wondrous creatures he

Has brought, we understand, from Siam, Which all the world will flock to see,

And much the sight will edify 'em. Two boys that have together grown, Across the breast join'd by a bone; Of the faculty, invited gratis,

Each gentleman we beg to state is; Already Messrs. Cooper, Brodie, Gee, Lawrence, and Vance, have seen the prodigy

Declared it can be no deceit,

And sworn the sight was quite a treat.
This notice towards them to divert is

meant,

See for particulars advertisement.
N. B. In such a way they're join'd,
As not to shock the most refined."

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Meanwhile with every day increases
The fashion of the brother pair;
Fashion, that haughty quean that fleeces
Her lovers with so high an air.

I think on earth that Jove did drop her, a
Danseuse from the Olympian opera;
Sent first to glitter and to gladden us;
Next to attract, allure, and madden us;

Thirdly, to ruin each beginner

In life, content with that--to win her!
But when he's bought the jade's caresses,
He finds the charm was-in the dresses !
While Jove, on high, beholds, methinks,

The new-blest suitor's melancholy,
Applauds the cunning of the minx,
And chuckles at the green-horn's folly.

*

*

We've said in some one of our pages,
That Chang had lately conn'd our sages.
But most of all the books commanding
His thoughts, was Locke on Understand-

ing;

That great name spoke hard by he heard,
He turn'd-enraptured at the word,
And L-k (the handsome captain) took
For the young author of the book;
Accordingly he strait address'd him,
With compliments in thousands press'd
bim-

Swore that no man he so admired,
And humbly where he lived inquired.
Quoth he, "The human mind is found,
Having in all climes the same faults."
He ceased-the captain looking round,
Saw him whirl'd off into a waltz.
For Ching, who liked those giddy dances,
Was now engaged to Lady Frances-
Sweet lady, daughter to Lord Connor,
And fairest of the maids of honor.
Meanwhile the smiling lady mother
Steps up, and whispers in her ear,
"I hope it is the elder brother,
And not the detrimental,' dear."

Alas! in vain in every shore,

For something never won, we yearn,
Why needs this waste of toil before

Life's last yet simplest truth we learn?
Oh! that our early years would own
The moral of our burial-stone:
The true to kalon of the breast-
The elixir of the earth is-Rest!

As birds that seek, athwart the main,
Strange lands where happier seasons reign,
Where to soft airs the rich leaf danceth,
And laughs the gay beam where it glanceth,
Glancing o'er fruits whose purpling sheen
May court the rifling horde unseen;
For there earth, air, and sun conspire
To curb, by sating, man's desire-
And man, half careless to destroy,
May grant ev'n weakness to enjoy.
So Hope allures the human heart,

So shows the land and spreads,the chart;
So wings the wishes of the soul,
And colors, while we seek, the goal!

O Woman! day-star of our doom,
Thy dawn our birth-thy close our tomb,
Or if the mother or the bride,

Our fondest friend and surest guide ;--
And yet our folly and our fever,

The dream-the meteor-the deceiver-
Still, spite of sorrow-wisdom-years-
And those, Fate's sternest warners, tears-
Sull clings my yearning heart unto thee,
Still knows no wish like those which woo
thee,

Still in some living form essays
To clasp the bright cloud it portrays;—
And still as one who waits beside,
But may not ford, the faithless tide-
It wears its own brief life away-
It marks the shining waters stray-
Courts every change that glads the river-
And finds that change it pines for-never!

VISIT TO THE TOMBSTONE REPOSITORY IN PARIS.

and he relates the circumstances attending his visit as follows :—

"On my arrival, I found the proprietor engaged in conversation with two gentlemen who had stepped in a few minutes before me. One of them asked for a tombstone for a middle-aged gentleman, lately deceased.

MADAM DUVEL, the wife of an eminent Parisian citizen, had the misfortune to lose her only daughter, in consequence of the unhappy prejudice which she had conceived against inoculation. She shed tears of poignant grief and unavailing regret over the corpse of her beloved Please to follow me,' child. Being herself unable to give directions for the interment of the said the proprietor, who either did youthful victim, Madam Duvel re- not observe me, or was desirous to quested a tried friend of the family display the splendor of his establishto undertake this duty, and gave di- ment before a stranger, 'I'll conrections for a marble monument to duct you into the Gentleman's Rebe erected in memory of the de- pository; there you will find what ceased, with an inscription, decla- you are in want of.' We entered ratory of the cause of her early into a large saloon, crowded with death, that it might serve as a useful tombstones of various descriptions, warning to parents laboring under to each of which an explanatory the influence of prejudices similar ticket was attached. Was the deto her own. This friend, desirous ceased married?' said the proprieof executing the wishes of Madam tor. 'He was,' was the reply: 'he Duvel, hastened to the Tombstone has left a widow inconsolable for Repository established in Paris; his loss.' 'Very good,' answered 53 ATHENEUM, VOL. 5, 3d series.