her genius, the expansion of the intellect Duval's insidious arts were not unobserved || night, the only two seats in the cellar, and cast when it first receives, and treasures with by his intended victim. She noticed the a fresh handful of tan upon the ashes in the eagerness, the seeds of knowledge? These gradual developement of his pernicious princi- fire place, are joys known only to mothers, and they are ples, and shrunk with horror from their joys which fill the soul with rapture. It was a scene of wretchedness, want, and contaminating influence. She did not hesitate misery, calculated to soften the hardest heart, Letitia was eight years old, when a person to communicate her observations to her and to enlist the feelings and sympathies of of genteel address and fashionable appearance. husband,—but he,blinded by prejudice in favor the most selfish. The regular tenants of the named Duval, was introduced to her mother of his friend, laughed at her scruples. Without cellar were the colored man and his wife, who by her father, with whom he had been intimate a word of caution, therefore, his intercourse gained a scanty and precarious subsistence, when a youth, and between whom a strong was continued, and such was the weight of as they were able, by a casual employment in friendship had existed from that period. his ascendant power-such the perfection of the streets, or in neighboring houses. Having Duval had recently returned from Europe, his deep laid scheme, and such his facility in in summer made no provision for the inclemenwhere he had resided a number of years. He glossing over what he termed pardonable, but cies of winter, they were then utterly destitute. was charmed with the family, and soon became which, in reality, were grossly licentious. They had sold their articles of clothing and a constant visitor. Having the entire confi- indiscretions of language and conduct,-that furniture, one by one, to provide themselves dence of his old friend and companion. al even the lady herself was induced, in time, with bread, until all were disposed of, but two formality in reference to intercourse was laid to believe that she had treated him unjustly. broken chairs, a box that served for a teble, aside, and he was heartily welcomed at all The gradual progress of licentiousness is and a small piece of carpeting, which answered hours, and under all circumstances. He almost imperceptible, and before she was the double purpose of a bed and covering. formed one in all parties of pleasure, and in aware of her error, she had drunk deeply of Into this apartment of poverty were the the absence of his friend, accompanied his the intoxicating draught and had well nigh mother and daughter,-lately ejected from a lady on her visits of amusement and pleasure, become a convert to Duval's system of philos-place equally destitute of the comforts of life, a privilege which he sedulously improved ophy. Few who approach this fearful precipice-introduced. The former was a woman of whenever opportunity offered, are able to retrace their steps. The senses about fifty years, but the deep furrows on her Duval, notwithstanding his personal attrac-are bewildered,-reason loses its sway, and face, and her debilitated frame, betokened a tions and high character as a gentleman, a whirlpool of maddening emotions takes more advanced age. Her face was wan and belonged to a class of men which has existed possession of the heart, and hurries the pale, and her haggard countenance and tattered more or less in all ages, to disgrace humanity. infatuated victim to irretrievable death. dress, indicated a full measure of wretchedHe professed to be a philosopher, but was in Before her suspicions were awakened, the ness. Her daughter sat beside her, and rested reality a libertine. He lived for his own purity of her family circle was destroyed. her head on her mother's lap. She was about gratification. It monopolized all his thoughts, Duval enrolled on his list of conquests a new twenty-five years of age, and might once have and directed all his actions. He belonged to name,-the wife of his bosom friend! the school of Voltaire, and recognized no been handsome,—but a life of debauchery had feeling of the heart as pure, no tie of duty or The misguided woman, who but late had been and prostrated her constitution. The pallidAn immediate divorce was the consequence. thus early robbed her cheeks of their roses, affection as sacred. No consideration of the ornament of society and the pride of herness of disease was on her face—,anguish was suffering, of heart-rending grief, on the part family, was cast out upon the world, unpro-in her heart. of his victim, were sufficient to intimidate his tected, and without the smallest resource. purpose, or check his career of infamy. The heart of the husband was broken by the Schooled in hypocrisy, dissimulation was his calamity which rendered this step necessary, business and he regarded the whole world and he retired with his children, to the as the sphere of his operations,-the whole obscurity of humble life. human family as legitimate subjects for his -villainous depravity.

That such characters-so base, so despi- cvenings experienced in the early part of At a late hour on one of those bitter cold cable, so lost to all feelings of true honor, January, of the present year, two females, a can force their way into respectable society, mother and daughter, both wretchedly clad, and poison the minds of the unsullied and vir- stood shivering at the entrance of a cellar, in tuous, may well be a matter of astonishment the lower part of the city, occupied by two to those unacquainted with the desperate persons of color. The daughter appeared to artfulness of human hearts. But these mon-be laboring under severe indisposition, and sters appear not in their true character: they assume the garb and deportment of gentleuren, of philosophers, of men of education and refinement, and by their accomplishments, the suavity of their manners, their sprightliness of conversation, bewilder before they poison, and fascinate before they destroy.

leaned for support on the arm of her mother, who, knocking at the door, craved shelter and warmth for the night. The door was half opened in answer to the summons, but the black who appeared on the stairs, declared that it was out of his power to comply with If there be, in the long catalogue of guile, that which was furnished by a handful of tan.— the request, as he had neither fire, except one character more hatefully despicable than nor covering for himself and wife. another, it is the libertine. Time corrects mother, however, too much inured to suffering The the tongue of slander, and the generosity of to be easily rebuked, declared that herself and friends makes atonement for the depredations daughter were likely to perish from cold, and of the midnight robber. Sufferings and that even permission to rest on the floor of calamities may be assuaged or mitigated by the cellar, where they would be protected, in the sympathies of kindred hearts, and the tear some degree, from the nipping and eager air, of affection is sufficient to wash out the would be a charity for which they would ever remembrance of many of the sorrows to be gratefifl. She alleged, as an excuse for the which flesh is heir. But for the venom of the claim to shelter, that she had been ejected, libertine, there is no remedy-of its fatal few minutes before, from a small room which, consequences, there is no mitigation. His with her daughter, she had occupied in a victims, blasted in reputation, are forever neighboring alley, and for which she had stipexcluded from the pale of virtuous society.|| ulated to pay fifty cents per week, because she No sacrifice can atone for their degradation. had found herself unable to meet the demand. for the unrelenting and inexorable finger of every resource for obtaining money having scorn obstructs their progress at every step. been cut off by the severity of the season.— The visitation of Death, appalling as is his The black, more generous than many who are approach to the unprepared, were a mercy. more ambitious of a reputation for benevolence compared with the extent and permanency of admitted the shivering applicants, and at once resigned, for their accommodation for the

this evil.

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the girl awoke from a disturbed and unrefreshHours passed on. In the gloom of midnight, ing slumber. She was suffering from acute pain, and in the almost total darkness which pervaded the apartment, raised her hand to her mother's face. 'Mother,' said she, in faltering accents, are you here?'

Yes, child are you better?'

There is a canker at my heart,-my blood 'No, mother, I am sick,-sick unto death! grows cold,―the torpor of mortality is stealing upon me!'

provided for. Bless Heaven, there is still
In the morning, my dear, we shall be better
one place which, thanks to the benevolent,
will afford us sustenance and shelter.'

I are outcasts from that place of peace and
'Do not thank Heaven, mother: you and
rest.
hearts, and need not now call it to our aid.
We have spurned Providence from our
Wretches, wretches that we are!'

Be composed, daughter,-you need rest,' breast, that sinks me to the earth. My brief Mother, there is a weight of woe upon my career of folly is almost at an end. I have erred,-oh God! fatally erred,—and the consciousness of my wickedness now overwhelms me. laying the snare by which I fell,—for enticing I will not reproach you, mother, for my heart-broken father,—to the house of infame from the house of virtue,-the home of my and death: but oh, I implore you, repent: be warned, and let penitence be the business of your days.'

The hardened heart of the mother melted at this touching appeal, and she answered with a half-stifled sigh:

Promise me then, ere I die, that you will abandon your ways of iniquity, and endeavor to make peace with Heaven.'

hope is there for me?'
'I do, I do! But alas! my child, what

God is merciful to all who'

buried Liberty and Lafayette together-our the toast was hot, and done to a turn, and last hope in Europe is quite dead with him!' the waiter was neither sleeping nor uncivilall, again, very unlike a morning at a hotel in la belle France.

The last word was inaudible. A few respirations, at long intervals, were heard, and the penitent girl sunk into the quiet slumber of death. Still did the mother remain in her After three delightful days in Paris we took seat, with a heart harrowed by the smitings of the northern diligence; and on the second evean awakened conscience. Until the glare of ning, having passed hastily through Montreuil, daylight was visible through the crevices of Abbeville, Boulogne, and voted the road the the door, and the noise of the foot passengers dullest couple of hundred miles we had seen and the rumbling of vehicles in the street had in our travels, we were set down in Calais. aroused the occupants of the cellar, she A stroll through some very indifferent streets, continued motionless, pressing to her bosom a farewell visit to the last French cafe we the lifeless form of her injured child. When were likely to see for a long time and some addressed by the colored woman,she answered unsatisfactory inquiries about Beau Brummel, with an idiot stare. Sensibility had fled,-who is said to live here still. filled up till bedthe energies of her mind had relaxed, and time our last day on the continent. reason deserted its throne. The awful incidents of that night had prostrated her intellect. and she was conveyed from the gloomy place,

A MANIAC!

The Coroner was summoned, and an inquest held over the body of the daughter. In the books of that humane and estimable officer, the name of the deceased is recorded. LETITIA L******.' E. M. Philadelphia.

TRAVELING SKETCHES.

From the New-York Mirror.

Paris and London.
REASON for liking Paris-joyousness of its citizens-

The coach rattled up to the door punctually at the hour; and, while they were putting on my way-worn baggage, I stood looking in admiration at the carriage and horses. They were four beautiful bays, in small, neat harness of glazed leather, brass-mounted, their coats shining like a racer's, their small blood-looking heads curbed up to stand exactly together, and their hoofs blacked and brushed with the polish of a gentleman's boots. The coach was gaudily painted, the The celebrated Countess of Jersey was on only thing out of taste about it; but it was board the steamer, and some forty or fifty admirably built, the wheel-horses were quite plebeian stomachs shared with her fashion-under the coachman's box, and the whole able ladyship and ourselves the horrors of a affair, though it would carry twelve or fourteen passage across the channel. It is rather the people, covered less ground than a French most disagreeble sea I ever traversed, though one-horse cabriolet. It was altogether quite I have seen the Euxine,'' the roughest sea a study. the traveler e'er-s in,' etc. according to Don Juan.

We mounted to the top of the coach; 'all right,' said the hostler, and away shot the four I was lying on my back in a birth when the fine creatures, turning their small ears, and steamer reached her moorings at Dover, and stepping together with the ease of a cat, at ten had neither eyes nor disposition to indulge miles in the hour. The driver was dressed in the proper sentiment on approaching the like a Broadway idler, and sat in his place, white cliffs' of my father-land. I crawled and held his ribins' and his tandem-whip on deck, and was met by a wind as cold as with a confident air of superiority, as if he December, and a crowd of rosy English faces were quite convinced that he and his team on the pier, wrapped in cloaks and shawls, were beyond criticism-and so they were! I and indulging curiosity evidently at the ex- could not but smile at contrasting his silence pence of a shiver. It was the first of June! and the speed and ease with which we went My companion led the way to a hotel, and along, with the clumsy, cumbrous diligence we were introduced by English waiters, (I or vetturino, and the crying, whipping, had not seen such a thing in three years, and cursing and ill-appointed postilions of France Ir is pleasant to get back to Paris. One it was quite like being waited on by gentle-and Italy. It seems odd, in a two-hours' meets everybody there one ever saw; and ope- men,) to two blazing coal fires in the coffee- passage, to pass over such strong lines of ras and coffee, Taglioni and Leontine Fay, the room' oft he' Ship.' Oh what a comfortable national difference-so near, and not even a belles and the Boulevarde, the shops, specta-place it appeared! A rich Turkey carpet shading of one into the other. cles, life, lions, and lures to every species of pleasure, rather give you the impression that, outside the barriers of Paris, time is wasted in travel.

Lafayette's funeral-royal respect and gratitude-England -Dover-English neatness and comfort, as displayed in the hotels, waiters, fires, bell ropes, landscapes, window curtains, tea-kettles, stage-coaches, horses, and every thing else-specimen of English reserve-the gentleman driver

of fashion-a case for Mrs. Trollope.

What pleasant idlers they look! The very shop-keepers seem standing_behind their counters for amusement. The soubrette who sells you a cigar, or ties a crape on your arm, (it was for poor old Lafayette,) is coiffed as for a ball: the frottuer who takes the dust from your boots, sings his love-song as he brushes away; the old man has his bouquet in his bosom, and the beggar looks up at the new statue of Napoleon in the Place Vendome, everybody has some touch of fancy, some trace of a heart on the look-out, at least, for pleasure.

I was at Lafayette's funeral. They buried the old patriot like a criminal. Fixed bayonets before and behind his hearse, his own National Guard disarmed, and troops enough to beleauger a city, were the honors paid by thecitizen king' to the man who had made him! The indignation, the scorn, the bitterness expressed on every side among the people, and the ill-smothered cries of disgust as the two empty royal carriges went by, in the funeral train, seemed to me strong enough to indicate a settled and universal hostility to the government.

I met Dr. Bowring on the Boulevarde after the funeral was over. I had not seen him for two years, but he could talk of nothing but the great event of the day. You have come in time,' he said to see how they carried the old general to his grave! What would they say to this in America? Well—let them go on! We shall see what will come of it! They have

snugly fitted, nice-rubbed mahogany tables,
England is described always very justly,
the morning papers from London, bell-ropes and always in the same words: it is all one
that would ring the bell, doors that would garden. There is not a cottage between
shut, a landlady that spoke English, and was Dover and London, (seventy miles,) where a
kind and civil; and, though there were eight poet might not be happy to live. I saw a
or ten people in the room, no noise above the hundred little spots I coveted with quite a
rustle of a newspaper, and positively, rich red || heart-ache. There was no poverty on the
damask curtains, neither second-hand nor road. Everybody seemed employed, and
shabby, to the windows! A greater contrast everybody well-made and healthy. The relief
than this to the things that answer to them on from the deformity and disease of the way-
the continent, could scarcely be imagined. side beggars of the continent was very
striking.

We were at Canterbury before I had time to get accustomed to my seat. The horses had been changed twice; the coach it seemed to me, hardly stopping while it was done; way-passengers were taken up and put down, with their baggage, without a word, and in half a minute, money was tossed to the keeper of the turnpike-gate as we dashed through; the wheels went over the smooth road without noise, and with scarce a sense of motion-it was the perfection of travel.

Malgre all my observations on the English, whom I have found everywhere the most open-hearted and social people in the world, they are said by themselves and others to be just the contrary; and, presuming they were different in England, I had made up my mind to seal my lips in all public places, and be conscious of nobody's existence but my own. There were several elderly persons dining at the different tables; and one party, of a father and son, waited on by their own servants in livery. Candles were brought in, the different cloths were removed; and, as The new driver from Canterbury rather my companion had gone to bed, I took up a astonished me. He drove into London newspaper to keep me company over my every day, and was more of aswell.' He wine. In the course of an hour, some owned the first team himself, four blood remark had been addressed to me, provo-horses of great beauty, and it was a sight to cative of conversation, by almost every see him drive them! His language was free individual in the room! The subjects of from all slang, and very gentlemanlike and discussion soon became general, and I have seldom passed a more social and agreeable evening. And so much for the first specimen of English reserve!

The fires were burning brilliantly, and the coffee-room was in the nicest order when we descended to our breakfast at six the next morning. The tea-kettle sung on the hearth

well chosen, and he discussed everything. He found out that I was an American, and said we did not think enough of the memory of Washington. Leaving his bones in the miserable brick tomb, of which he had read descriptions, was not, in his opinion, worthy of a country like mine. He went on to criticise Julia Grisi, (the new singer just then

Wolkmar, in the mean time, stood enveloped with shade, his arms stretched out, motionless, and fixed in silent astonishment; his tongue clove to the roof of his mouth, and he faintly and with difficulty uttered, 'My Fanny! my child!' His accents reached her ear, she sprang wildly from the ground, It is my Wolkmar's spirit,' she exclaimed. The sky instantly cleared all around, and Wolkmar burst upon her sight. They rushed God of mercies!' together; she fainted.

setting London on fire ;) hunned airs from awakened him, whining, licked his face, and heart appalled him. The dog, who, at first Il Pirata,' to show her manner; sang an sprung through the thicket. Wolkmar eagerly || alarmed, had crept to his master's feet, began now to bark with vehemence; suddenly the English song like Braham; gave a decayed following, discerned, at some distance a man count, who sat on the box, some very sensible gently walking down the declivity of the oppo-voices ceased, and Wolkmar thought he heard advice about the management of a wild son; site hill, and his own dog running with full the soft and quick tread of people fast apdrew a comparison between French and speed towards him. The sun yet threw proaching. At this moment, the moon burst Italian women; (he had traveled ;) told usathwart the vale rays of a blood-red hue, the from behind a dark cloud, and shone full on who the old count was in very tolerable sky was overcast, and a few big round drops the dead body of Gothre. A shrill shriek French, and preferred Edmund Kean and rustled through the drooping leaves Wolk- pierced the air, and a young woman, rushing Fanny Kemble to all actors in the world.mar sat down, the dog now fawned upon the forward, fell on the body of Gothre. Oh! His taste and his philosophy, like his driving man, then bounding ran before him. The my Billy,' she exclaimed to a little boy, who were quite unexceptionable. He was, withal, curiosity of Wolkmar was roused; he rose ran up to her out of breath, see your belovvery handsome, and had the easy and to meet the stranger, who, as he drew near, ed Gothre! he is gone forever, gone to hearespectful manner of a well-bred person. It appeared old, very old, his steps scarce sup-ven and left us. O my poor child!' clasping seemed very odd to give him a shilling at the porting him with a staff; a blue mantle was the boy, who cried most bitterly, what shall end of the journey. wrapped around him; and his hair and beard || we do without him, what will become of usAt Chatham we took up a very elegantly white as snow, and waving to the breeze of we will die also, my Billy!' dressed young man, who had come down on the hill, received, from beneath a dark cloud, a fishing excursion. He was in the army, the last deep crimson rays of the setting sun. and an Irishman. We had not been half an The dog now ran, wagging his tail, first to hour on the seat together, before he had his master, and then to the stranger, leaping discovered, by so many plain questions, that upon each with marks of the utmost rapture, I was an American, a stranger in England, till too rudely expressing his joy, the old man and an aquaintance of a whole regiment of his tottering fell at the foot of a blasted beech friends in Malta and Corfu. If this had been that stood at the bottom of the hill. Wolka Yankee, thought I, what a chapter it would mar hastened to his relief, and had just have made for Basil Hall or Madame Trol-reached the spot, when, starting back he exJope! With all his inquisitiveness I liked my claimed, My father, O my father!' Gothre, companion, and half-accepted his offer to for so the old man was called, saw and knew drive me down to Epsom the next day to the his son, a smile of ecstacy lighted up his races. I know no American who would have features, a momentary color flushed his cheek, beaten that on a stage-coach aquaintance. his eyes beamed transport through the waters N. P. W. that suffused them, and stretching forth his arms, he faintly uttered, 'My beloved son!' Nature could no more: the bloom upon his cheek fled fast away, the dewy lustre of his eye grew dim, the throbbing of his heart oppressed him, and straining Wolkmar with convulsive energy, the last long breath of the aged Gothre fled cold across the cheek of his son. It was evening when Wolkmar and his dog, The night grew dark and unlovely, the almost spent with fatigue, descended one of moon struggled to appear, and by fits her pale the mountains in Switzerland. The sun was light streamed across the lake; a silence diluted in the horizon, and threw a tint of deep and terrible prevailed, unbroken but by rich crimson over the waters of a neighbor-a wild shriek that died away along the valley. ing lake: on each side rocks of varied form, Wolkmar lay entranced upon the dead body their green heads glowing in the beam, were of his father, the dog stood motionless by his swarded with shrubs that hung feathering side; but, at last alarmed, he licked their from their summits, and, at intervals, was faces, and pulled his master by the coat, till heard the rushing of a troubled stream. having in vain endeavored to awaken them, he ran howling dreadfully along the valley; the demon of the night trembled on his hill of storms, and the rocks returned a deepening echo.

MISCELLANY.
Wolkmar and his Dog.

A SWISS FRAGMENT.

Amid this scenery, our traveler, far from any habitation, wearied, and uncertain of the road, sought for some excavation in the rock wherein he might repose himself, and having at length discovered such a situation, fell fast asleep upon some withered leaves. His dog sat watching at his feet, a small bundle of linen and a staff were placed beside him, and the red rays of the declining sun, having pierced through the shrubs that concealed the retreat, gleaned on the languid features of his beloved inaster.

And long be thy rest, O Wolkmar! may sleep sit pleasant on thy soul! Unhappy man! war hath estranged thee from thy native village war, unnatural war, snatched thee from thy Fanny and her infant. Where art thou, best of wives? thy Wolkmar lives! Report deceived thee, daughter of affliction! for the warrior rests not in the narrow house. Thou fled'st; thy beauty caught the eye of power; thou fled'st with thy infant and thy aged father. Unhappy woman! thy husband seeketh thee over the wilds of Switzerland. Long be thy rest, O Wolkmar! may sleep sit pleasant on thy soul.

Yet not long did Wolkmar rest; starting, he beheld the dog, who, seizing his coat, had shook it with violence; and having thoroughly

Wolkmar at length awoke, a cold sweat trickled over his forehead, every muscle shook with horror, and kneeling by the body of Gothre, he wept aloud. Where is my Fanny?' he exclaimed, where shall I find her? Oh! that thou hadst told me she yet lived, good old man! if alive, my God, she must be near: the night is dark, these mountains are unknown to me.' As he spoke the illuminated edge of a cloud shone on the face of Gothre, a smile yet dwelt upon his features: Smilest thou, my father,' said Wolkmar; I feel it at my heart; all shall yet be well.' The night again grew dark, and Wolkmar, retiring a few paces from his father, threw himself on the ground.

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He had not continued many minutes in this situation, before the distant sound of voices struck his ear; they seemed to issue from different parts of the valley: two or three evidently approached the spot where Gothre lay, and the name of Gothre was at length loudly and frequently repeated. Wolkmar starting from the ground, sighed with anxiety and expectation; leaning forward, he would have listened, but the beating of his

cried Wolkmar, if thou wilt not drive me mad, restore her to life-she breathes; I thank thee, O my God-she breathes! the wife of Wolkmar lives?' Fanny recovering, felt the warm embrace of her beloved husband. 'Dear, dear, Wolkmar,' she faintly whispered, thy Fanny-I cannot speak-my Wolkmar, I am too happy; see our Billy!* The boy had crept close to his father, and was clasping him round his knees. The tide of affection rushed impetuously through the bosom of Wolkmar, 'It presses on my heart,' he said; I cannot bear it.' The domestics, whom Fanny had brought with her for protection, crowded around. Let us kneel,' said Wolkmar, around the body of aged Gothre.' They kneeled around; the moon shone sweetly on the earth, and the spirit of Gothre passed by-he saw his children and was happy.

From the Boston Pearl.
A Dream.

NATURE seemed here to have lavished her golden gifts in rich profusion, and one could not imagine a spot more consonant with his ideas of a scene in Eden. Sitting at the foot of a majestic elm, whose towering branches seemed blended in the view with the light blue sky, a most enchanting scene lay spread out before me. The ground descended on three sides in one smooth unbroken plain to the noble placid brook which swept gracefully round after tossing down its precipitous descent from the rugged hills on the right, and then meandered through the meadow in its serpentine course to the ocean. not form a more beautiful stage than was this delicious lawn, skirted with the lofty elm and button-wood, from which the creeping ivy hung like a curtain. It was altogether such a lovely scene as my feeble pen refuses to describe, but which yet remains painted on my memory in the most glowing colors of imagination.

Art could

It was June. The sun had just passed the meridian of a melting day, and was still showering down its burning rays upon the heated earth. Every thing seemed overpowered by the oppressive heat; the cattle had

quit their browsing, and lay calmly ruminating She paused, and pointed to the plain. seph a crown every time that he could make under the shade, chewing the cud of sweet There appeared a young child, engaged in his me get up at six. The next morning he did contentment-the birds had ceased their youthful gambols. He was truly a beautiful not fail to awake and torment me; but he twittering melodies-even the chirping, merry boy. His ruddy face and brilliant eye beto- received only abuse. The day after he did cricket was as quiet and still as the air which kened health, and his reckless laugh and the same, with no better sucsess; and I was had utterly refused to wave the drooping unchecked mirth indicated a free and untamed obliged at noon to confess that I had lost my leaves. I sat at the foot of my favorite elin, spirit. Innocence sat enthroned on his lofty time. I told him that he did not know how and enjoyed the lovely scene which lay spread brow, and his whole appearance showed forth to manage his business; that he ought to think out in all the sweet enchantment of nature. a heart void of guile, and uncontaminated by of my promise and not mind my threats. The foaming cascade which thundered so vicious intercourse. My attention was now The day following he employed force; I near, diffused through the heated atmosphere suddenly attracted by an object in the air. Abegged indulgence-I bid him begone-I a refreshing coolness, while all the loveliness noble eagle, that emblem of majesty, came stormed-but Joseph persisted. I was thereof that beautiful month, so oft sung by the sailing slowly over, bearing in its talon a lau-fore obliged to comply, and he was rewarded poets of all ages, aided in the happy effect rel wreath. The bird of Jove came solemnly every day for the abuse which he suffered at the scene produced on my mind, never to be on, and taking a wide circuit in the air, de- the moment when I awoke, by thanks, accomeffaced. scended, and placing the wreath upon the headpanied by a crown, which he received about of the sporting child below, immediately an hour after. Yes, I am indebted to poor vanished. Joseph, for ten or a dozen of the volumes of my works.'

The perusal of this inscription has suggested the follow- New assurances on the part of the publisher of a periodical ing lines.-Prov. Lit. Journal.