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for years. She felt as if this strange, abrupt, There was something almost courtly in half-mad woman was stringing together a set Mr. Whitelock's manner of addressing women. of accusations against her child.

People in his own class of life, who observed “ I'm obleeged to you, ma'am, for the com- i it, thought it ridiculous, and never speculated pliment," said Matty, dropping a curtsey; as to how this politeness became engrafted on i but, as that's neither here nor there, what's

his nature. He placed a seat for Mrs. Dolyour business with the masther?”

land in his little parlour, and, though it was a " That I can only tell himself,” she re

warm autumn evening, he moved it to keep plied.

her out of the air, that blew over a box of “Well," muttered Matty, “that beats --! yellowish, stunted mignionette, and two sickly But the women now have no modesty. Them wallflowers, which graced the sill of his back English is all a silent set -- no sociability in window; he also pushed his own chair as far them. Tell himself kas if it wasn't more as he could from the widow's, but, like all natural for a half-blind craythur like that to persons with impaired vision, she moved discoorse a woman than a man. Well, well! ! nearer to him, and turned her restless eyes No wonder my hair's gone gray and my heart towards the door. hard!”

" It is shut close," said the bookseller.



[The first-born child of English parents in the Western World was the grand-daughter of Governor

White, who planted a short-lived colony at Roanoke, Virginia, in the year 1587.]

'Twas lovely in the deep greenwood

Of old Virginia's glade,
Ere the sharp axe amid its boughs

A fearful chasm had made ;
Long spikes of rich catalpa flowers,

Hung pendent from the tree,
And the maqudia's ample cup

O'erflowd with fragrance free ;
And through the shades the antler'd uccr,

Like fairy visions flew,
And mighty vines from tree to tree

Their wealth of clusters threw,
While winged odours from the hills

Reviving welcome bore,
To greet the stranger-bands that came

From Albion's distant shore.
Up rose their roofs in copse and dell,

Out peal'd the labourer's horn,
And graceful through the broken mould

Peer'd forth their tassell'd corn ;
While from one rose-encircled bower,

Hid in the nested grove,
Came, blending with the robin's lay,

The lullaby of love.
There sang a mother to her babe-

A mother young and fair
“No flower like thee adorns the vale,

O sweet Virginia Dare!
Thou art the lily of our love,

The forest's sylph-like queen,
The first-born bud from Saxon stem

That this New World hath seen ;

And when once more, from England's realm,

He comes with bounty rare,
A thousand gifts to thee he'll bring,

Mine own Virginia Dare!”
As sweet that mother's loving tones

Their warbled music shed,
As though in proud baronial hall,

O'er silken cradle-bed ;
No more the pomps and gaudes of life

Maintain'd their strong control,
For holy love's new gift had shed'

Fresh greenness o'er her soul.
And when the husband from his toil

Return'd at closing day,
How dear to him the lowly home

Where all his treasures lay.
“O Ellinor ! 'tis naught to me,

The hardship or the storm,
While thus thy blessed smile I see,

And clasp our infant's form."
No secret sigh o'er pleasures lost

Convuls'd their tranquil breast,
For where the pure affections dwell,

The heart hath perfect rest.
So fled the Summer's balmy prime,

The Autumn's golden wing,
And Winter laid his hoary head

Upon the lap of Spring.

“ Thy father's axe in thicket rings,

To fell the kingly tree;
Thy grandsire sails o'er ocean-brine-

Å gallant man is he !

Yet oft, with wily, wary step,

The red-brow'd Indian crept
Close round his pale-faced neighbour's home,

And listen'd while they slept ;
But fierce Wingina, lofty chief,

Aloof, their movements eyed,
Nor courteous bow'd his plumed head,

Nor check'd his haughty stride.

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Jolin White leap'd from his vessel's prow,

He had braved the boisterous sea,
And boldly rode the mountain-wave-

A stalwart man was he.
John White leap'd from his vessel's prow,

And joy was in his eye ;
For his daughter's smile had lured him on

Amid the stormiest sky.

“ Where is the glorious Saxon vine

We set so strong and fair ?”
The stern grey rocks in mockery smiled,

And coldly answered “where!
“Ho ! flitting savage! stay thy step,

And tell— But light as air
He vanish'd, and the falling stream

Responsive murmured—where !"

Where were the roofs that fleck'd the green?

The smoke-wreaths curling high?
He calls-he shouts—the cherish'd names,

But Echo makes reply.
“Where art thou, Ellinor! my child !

And sweet Virginia Dare !
O silver cloud, that cleaves the blue

Like angel's wing-say where !
Hartford, Connecticut, May 10th, 1852.

So, o'er the ruin'd palisade,

The blacken'd threshold-stone,
The funeral of colonial hope,

That old man wept-alone !
And mournful rose his wild lament,

In accents of despair,
For the lost daughter of his love,

And young Virginia Dare.

THE VALE OF TINTERN. The banks of the Wye, in Monmouthshire, | recall to mind, are left to proclaim the fact, present to the traveller a continued series of that they considered there was a time for all the most beautiful and varied landscapes that things, and that it formed no part of their the eye can dwell upon; and perhaps the duty to reject the good things the bounty of fairest portion, certainly that which contains Providence had spread out before them, or the greatest combination of picturesque ob rather, it was more becoming to seek out and jects, will be found in that known as “ The apply them to their own purposes, spiritual Vale of Tintern." How grandly the hills and corporeal. sweep down on either side to the winding Tintern, which looks in the picture scarcely river, sheltering from the wintry blast the larger than a dove-cot embosomed in trees, magnificent ruins of the ancient Abbey, and stands on the right bank of the Wye, about forming, in the distance, a noble background nine miles below Monmouth. It was founded to the picture, lessening in intensity of colour in 1131, by Walter de Clare, for the Cistercian till earth and sky are scarcely distinguishable monks, or Bernardines, a branch of the Benefrom each other. “The Devil's Pulpit," from dictines, who were also called White Monks, which point the artist has taken his view, from the colour of their habit. It has been seems a strange misnomer; it should rather remarked, that this order, or fraternity of have been designated the “Altar of the monkhood, almost invariably erected their Deity,"--if the term might be used without monasteries in secluded localities, and they profanity,—whence He manifests His power, were always dedicated to St. Mary. The Cisand goodness, and glory, in decking the earth tercians were transplanted from Normandy, with beauty, and giving it to us “richly to in 1128, by Walter Giffard, Bishop of Winenjoy."

chester, who placed them in his newly-founded Excellent judges of what would administer abbey of Waverley, in Surrey, of which no to the pleasures of sense, as well as of that re vestiges now remain. This was the first house tirement generally considered conducive to of the order established in England, though study and meditation, were “the monks of for a long time precedence was given to the old. Look where one will for the remains of abbey of Furness, in Lancashire. The extent monastic and religious houses, we invariably and power of the Cistercians may be gathered find them standing among pleasant pastures from the fact that, when Henry VIII. supand beside refreshing waters—meadows yield pressed all monastic establishments, they ing their fruits, and streams their finny tribes, possessed thirty-six greater monasteries and for the gratification of those who had fled thirty-nine of less importance, besides twentyfrom the follies and vanities of the world, but six nunneries; and their revenues amounted who could still find pleasure in its natural to nearly nineteen thousand pounds-an enorbeauties, and were by no means insensible to mous sum in those days. the advantages derived from a well-conducted The chapel of Tintern Abbey was comcuisine. Tintern, Netley, Bolton, Kirkstall, menced by Roger de Bigod, Earl of Norfolk : and a score other names that one might readily | the abbots and monks celebrated their first mass within it in 1268. At the dissolution, the site was granted by Henry VIII. to Henry, second Earl of Worcester ; the entire property now belongs to the Duke of Beaufort.

The speed of the “iron horse” has now brought this most attractive spot within an easy day's journey of our vast metropolis ; and, indeed, if we remember rightly, during the last great year of sight-seeing," excursion trains" started from London early in the morning, whirled hundreds down to Bristol, who were there embarked upon steam-boats, carried up the Avon to its junction with the Wye, then past Chepstow, another most beautiful locality, up to Tintern, and, sufficient time being allowed for full inspection of its loveliness, were brought back by the same route, arriving at London on the evening of the same day.

Sailing up the Wye, the traveller cannot but be impressed with the charming scenery that surrounds him on all sides; but his delight receives a fresh and vigorous impulse when he approaches the ruins of the old abbey, which afford the most striking indication of the wealth, magnificence, and taste of the religious brotherhood to whom it belonged. It stands on a gently rising eminence, and was originally built in the form of a cathedral,

having a nave, north and south aisles, transept, and choir, with a tower rising from the intersections. The roof and tower have fallen, but the exterior, viewed from a distance, is still eminently beautiful, but excelled by the yet more striking appearance of the interior, as the visitor enters the western doorway. From this point the eye traverses along the range of stately columns, and, passing under the lofty arches that once supported the tower, rests upon the grand eastern window at the termination of the choir. From the length of the nave, the height of the walls, the imposing

form of the pointed arches the style of the | edifice is that known as Early English deco

rated-and the size of the east window, the first impressions one receives are those of grandeur and sublimity; but, on a closer examination, these feelings are combined with those of admiration at the regularity of the plan, the elegance and lightness of the architecture, and the exceeding delicacy of the ornamental work, mingled, and partly covered in some portions, as it is, with a profusion of wild flowers, and masses of ivy and other climbing plants. We are accustomed to exclaim against the barbarisms of past ages, but how much have not these ages taught us of the noble and the beautiful!



worthy of remark, that birds with dark eyes

are stronger than those with red : the latter (Fringilla Canaria ; Passerine Order.)

are the pale and yellow colour. The effects of 6 Thou little, sportive, airy thing,

naturalisation, alliances formed, changes of That trimm'st so oft thğ yellow wing, And cheerful pour'st thy lay,

climate, and art, combine to produce more In sprightly notes, clear, rapid, gay; beautiful birds, and better songsters, in the As jocund in thy grated dome,

domestic canary. As thou at liberty did'st roam.”

A description of this bird, sui generis, would The antecedents of this deservedly popular be useless, when to the thirty varieties in species are now of little importance, the whole

Buffon's time so many have since been added. aspect of the race differing from the original

The two principal distinctions adopted by the stock. Accidental circumstances first caused

“ London societies” for the rearing of the the introduction of the canary-finch into Eu

“ fancy finch” are technically “jonks, or jonrope, about the fourteenth century. Aldro quils (plain), gay or spangled (variegated).” vandus and Gessner are the first naturalists, in The mealy, or dim white, is the ordinary colour the sixteenth, who named it as a great rarity."

of the German canary; the Dutch birds are of The earliest tame birds in Europe were

a brighter hue. Richness of colour is the great reared in Italy : the renturon of that country object sought for in the “ fancy finch ;" and bears more resemblance to the wild stock, that this state of regularity and perfection has taken had dark plumage, and but little song, than to generations to perfect. The "properties" reour “musician of the chamber." It is, however,

quisite for “a show bird” it is here unnecessary

to detail--the peculiar mode of rearing them * Continued from page 36.

| causing great delicacy and deterioration of

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