their education, but be deprived of their dear society, so cheering to the loneliness of father and mother. If sickness suddenly invade his dwelling amid the wintry tempests, the pitiless elements are almost the only comforters that can well approach from without. Four hundred dollars! Any lighthouse-tender should receive more than this to compensate him for his privations. But this noble old patriot is deserving of a thousand dollars, as much as hundreds of other public servants who do nothing but easily tend upon goose-quill and fool's-cap in carpeted offices, surrounded by all that makes life pleasurable. The Government should grant him at least a premium for his example. His lighthouse not only directs the seaman on his dangerous course, but were its superior keeping known and commended, it might be a lighthouse to the lighthouses on all the coasts and isles of the seas, shining conspicuous above them, and illuminating the way to perfect management.

But still farther, our hitherto obscure friend should be known and honored, if not more substantially rewarded, for his fine moral qualities, and their exemplary influence. Where such rare order and purity prevail in an establishment like this, so unexposed to human observation, we may be quite sure that more than common propriety reigns in the mind that here presides. He who thus magnifies his office cannot but be of magnified soul. We ourselves deeply felt the teaching of his example. We seemed to be girded by a new energy to return

to the duties of our own sphere, and strive to the utmost for perfection. We resolved to contrive a remedy for inconveniences, instead of complaining of them; to seize on all profitable opportunities, instead of indolently letting them pass by our folded hands. Now let our office be magnified. Let our lamp be polished and ever trimmed and burning to the brightest, whether the world witness or not. So help us, Infinite Father of lights!

We cannot but remark before closing, for the sake of an interesting association of ideas, that we learned the name of this pattern beacon-keeper to be Darling. On the announcement, our minds at once recurred to the heroic Grace, and her father, whom we had lately admired for their adventurous feats of mercy on the British coast. This man, we will hazard to say, would exhibit a kindred spirit in behalf of suffering. Here is a magnanimous nature crowned with an honored name. We now commend Captain Darling to "the powers that be." Let them at least cause his example to shine close before all of similar vocation, from Eastport to the country's last Southwest.

But, good old friend, noble patriot, as faithful in the deepest seclusion of peace as in the glare and plaudits of war! it matters not to thine own' soul, except in the desire to extend extend improvement,

whether thou shalt remain

unnoticed or not. Let

a Government inspector visit thee but once a year, and praise, and straightway forget thy merits; let President and Secretaries never hear of thee; yet

this cannot prevent the lofty stand of thine own consciousness. Thou wilt still do thine utmost duty in thy rocky solitude. Thine own several virtues shall commune together rejoicing, and speak thee peace. And to our fancy, if not to thine, the seas shall send up their white-plumed surges with tones of approval. The sunlight and the showers shall aid thy neat husbandry with almost a conscious gladness that they are blessing the meritorious. The clouds shall not over-shadow thy spirit with darkness, and the clear heavens shall look down with starry eyes of kindness as thou punctually arisest to trim thy beacon-flame, whilst the commerce-blessed nation whom thou servest takes unbroken sleep. But a purer era is coming. Thẹn shall true worth be better known. Secret things shall be proclaimed from the house-tops. "The first shall be last, and the last first." The great moral world shall wake up in its undying spirit and anxiously ask of such, "Watchman, what of the night?"

NOTE.-In the republication of the foregoing article, the writer would take the opportunity to remark, that a wider observation might have found upon our coast other lighthouses and other keepers that would have excited perhaps equal admiration.

THE DARK OF AUTUMN

AND THE

BRIGHT OF WINTER IN NEW ENGLAND.

At the request of Miss Leslie, for an article from the present writer, the following was contributed to her "Gift," of 1836; but the name of the author, usually attached in such cases, was accidentally omitted. It seemed proper to make this statement, that the authorship of an anonymous piece taken from the Annual, might not be supposed to be claimed without right.