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from whence he came. He consoled himself with the assurance that Harmer would be kind to her, and he knew that the successful prosecution of his visit would not only enrich him, but elevate his position among the braves.

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ORIGINAL COMMUNICATIONS.

For the Rural Repository. LETTERS TO A YOUNG LADY. No. 1.

society, and which conduces more to our happiness
than all the possessions of the wealthy, or the glit.
tering pageantry of power.

uses.

In writing to you Lavinia I am well aware that I am addressing one from whose soul bright and angelic thoughts do instinctively flow; upon whom Heaven has lavished his gifts, and whose ears are ever open to the songs of universal nature. You can hear the voice of admonition in the solitude of the forest; the hand writing of Omnipotence you see upon the immovable rocks, and behold an expression in the very silence of creation to confute our false reasonings, and reprove our errors. Sustained by such reflections, I can cheerfully at the close of the day resume my accustomed seat, and transfer my thoughts and feelings to the paper, with a sweet assurance, that in the vicissitudes of our after life, we shall retain pleasant memories of our first interchange of sentiment, and not only feel from this time as linked together by ties which bear upon our immortal destiny, but as called upon to invest every thought with a dignity, that is to expand and blossom hereafter, and which shall give to every impulse of friendship, an earnest truth. Animiated by such anticipations, I shall endeavor to trace the record of the scenes I have passed through, and to recall the golden sentences I have heard while lis

vent to a flow of eloquence, what becomes of the fort of his can banish it from us; it springs up fact of an illiterate animal remonstrating with the within us from the divine source wherein our exisProphet under a sense of his tyranny and cruelty, tence stands, and breaks through the narrow limits when on his way to Midian to curse the Lord's of self into sentiments and feelings which none but people? I however have no pretensions to rhetor- its divine Author has a right to call in question. ick and fine flourishes: these letters are not to be Our thoughts are our own whether sailing upon the understood as an effort of genius, or as finished fleecy cloud or wandering through eternity; none compositions not to be considered as the offspring have a right to quarrel with the colorings of the of scholastic study, but the casual productions of mind's page, so long as they are the offspring of one whose highest ambition is to resemble the min-nature's pencil, and consecrated to their legitimate ute object in a landscape, which is but dimly discernible at the distance, yet capable of contributing to the harmony and effect of one beautiful whole. LAVINIA. It may seem strange to you, that an If the nine talents have been withheld, you know humble individual like myself should draw aside as Lavinia that we are still required to make use of the it were the curtain of an acquaintance, and assume one in the advocacy of those truths which alone the character of a correspondent, without offering can make life valuable, and immortality attainable: some apology for the intrusion. To this altar of and holding as I do, that one talent inviolate, I am custom I have no such offering to bring, and had I not going to sully the divine original by robbing the remotest idea that you would deem me pre-virtue of her ornaments, but intend to improve it in sumptuous in thus refusing to conform to a long these letters by presenting to your view a species of established rule, I should not select you from a cir-philosophy, which is practicable in every station of cle of intelligent acquaintances, for the purpose of addressing to you this first of a series of letters, which I trust will prove not only worthy of your own perusal, but profitable to others. Some who would Should you at any time differ with me in scntisubstitute friendship for nature, and a system of ment, I wish you to bear in mind that I do not affectation for the specious name of delicacy, may conceive any argument of mine as necessary in the require us to lead a life of perpetual restraint in our formation of your opinion, but that I am merely intercourse with those to whom we are only united elucidating my own views, and drawing my own by that intimate correspondence of thought, which deductions. The topics upon which I treat must is a fruition, as delightful as it is interesting. It is to yourself be a matter of the heart; to its feelings an execrable idea; and that soul must be dead to you must appeal, and so long as you faithfully obey the best sentiments of humanity, that can inculcate its impulses, the door of conciliation will be open, it. What is it that constitutes the felicity of our and instead of caviling with a bright sky because condition? Is it not the mutual participation of of an occasional cloud, and rejecting a treasure oftening to the instructions of experience. The past every feeling, the magic union of kindred souls, and refined gold because of an accompanying particle a reciprocal exchange of sentiment, without which of dross, you will more justly appreciate the glory friendship is but a name—a phantom of the imag-of the one and place a more intrinsic value upon ination? the purity of the other. Although we bow not at the same altar, we can join in efforts to do good, As I am you know so enthusiastically fond of and as we pass through this universe of light and the evening hour-because it ever appeals with a life, I trust we shall realize it as one gigantic man- resistless force to a heart yearning after purer, uscript on which the essence of all goodness is scenes-I shall select the quiet which that season engraven, and without a knowledge of whose mar-affords, as best adapted to enter into communion vellous lore, we cannot pass through the portal of that temple, where alone we can comprehend some of the best and brightest pages of that volume,sionally interferes with my brighter hours, or causes which has flung the bow of the covenant over dy. ing millions, and shed a balsam upon the agonizing hearts of erring multitudes.

Among all the fountains opened to cheer us through the desert of human life, there is none so sweet as that of being permitted to communicate our pleasures, and unbosom our sorrows to one whose circumstances and intellectual pursuits correspond with our own, and which are not only necessary to make the chain durable, but tend greatly to increase its brightness. To myself it has proved a flower in life's most desolate path; a star in the gloomiest of sorrow's nights; and if in my rude attempts I can strew a blossom upon your chequered way, and animate your joy, I shall exult in the rich consciousness that the goodness of the design has not been lost in the defects of the performance. Sometimes perhaps my communications will assume an air of inflexible gravity, but as often I shall lead you through the parterre of gaiety, and amble upon the velvet lawns of polite literature; trusting that the roses we cull together will leave no thorn behind them, but bloom around us as we walk through the dense vistas of affliction, and count with trembling hope the days and months, with their revelations of sorrow and of joy.

Were I approaching you in the capacity of a teacher I should feel myself inadequate to the task; but while I am very far from presuming to instruct one who has tasted the sweets of literature, and called many latent faculties into action, yet you cannot deny that there are occasions, when the unlettered may become authors without incurring censure, and if the ignorant cannot sometimes give

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is gone like the spirit of a dream, but multitudes of its sweet creations, tangible, and seen as in early years, are embodied in the light of immortality, forever to be viewed in their changeless beauty.

with you; and if at times the spirit of melancholy throws its salutary influence over me, and occa

me to forget the illusions of the world—and scorn its mockeries; remember, that it is by facing the strong elements of our nature, and grappling with During our transient sojourn upon the stage of the sinking wrecks of an adverse sea, that we are human life, we have known by painful experience enabled to enjoy the tranquillity of the haven, and that we are liable to error, and that we Cannot so to "collect the scattered disadvantages of life, subsist in society” but by reciprocal conceptions; as to reduce them into trifles by dividing their hence the necessity of making allowances for each forces." I am not going to wage an ungallant others opinions, and throwing the mantle of obliv-warfare against those who would reduce your sex ion over our foibles. But how often are we called to into mere household articles, and who seem to look lament over those who receive their ideas of things upon the mind of woman as they do upon virtuefrom circumstances of an intrinsic character, with- a suitable appendage to the cloister, but I shall enout attending sufficiently to those internal impres-deavor to show that she is in point of genius, infi. sions which constitute the sterling ore! Abandon-nitely more deserving of veneration, than those ing the wide field of investigation, they entrench themselves around with their own peculiar creeds, and in their assumed importance wield the thunder of condemnation, and give direction to the lurid lightning of Omnipotence.

If any one answering this description should essay to peruse these letters, I would have them remember that truth is the informing principles of God: no arguments of man can reason it into us, no ef.

who would triumph over her as the weaker vessel, and is worthy of the highest reverence-as her thoughts sweep eagle-like through the Heaven of mind and her sympathies crave to risk the sunlight and the shades of destiny.

Where ever I see customs or opinions acting as a barrier to intellectual progress, I shall urge their extinction, and endeavor, to awaken thoughts most vital to the interests of society. As nature is ever

sounding forth her boundless harmonies, and calling us to her temples-you will at one time find me leading you from the lofty heights of speculation, to that central point in creation, around which, a. countless throng of unmeasured systems roll; and at another stooping to kiss the pearly brow of the destitute orphan, as the rude blasts of winter sport with his tattered apparrel. Unlocking the affluent stores of the past, we may occasionolly luxuriate amid those venerable ruins, where once shone the bright star of intellectual glory, and which are still flashing back the light of imperishable genius as the ceaseless tide of human decay beats at their massive gates. Dropping a tear upon them as they seem to sit in voiceless woe amid the melancholy wreck of their former grandeur, we may next ramble like two old Mortalitys through a solitary place of graves; and after tracing the dim memorials upon the tomb of sleeping empires, which in vain endeavored to resist the waters of the Lethean seawe can wing our flight upon immortal pinions, beyond those glimmering worlds that gem the blue immensity of space, to the tribunal of that being, who alone can tranquilize the spirit when the last knell of time strikes on the startled ear, and echoes o'er the boundless expanse of a dissolving world.

then removed to Middle Florida, where he was {
employed for some time as superintendent of the
railroad.

"Star Spangled banner !" shouted somebody in the crowd.

"Vat you sai?" enquired Bochsa.
"Star Spangled Banner"—

THE "STAR-SPANGLED BANNER." M. BOCHSA, the harpist, is a wag. At the concert on Thursday night, at the temple, Mons B. In January, 1842, he emigrated to Texas, and appeared before the audience for the second time went out with General Johnson, on the frontier. during the evening's performance, for the purpose He there joined an expediton against the Indians of playing any air the audience might select, with who had murdered a family near Clark Owen's impromptu embellishments and variations. M. camp, and carried off two children. The Indians Bochsa is master of his instrument, and the harp were pursued, and a skirmish took place on San in his hands is susceptible of almost anything in Antonio river, in which they were defeated, and reason-but it might seem a question of taste, the two children retaken. In the spring of the whether martial hymns are exactly the things, to same year, on Gen. Sam. Houston issuing his war display the beauties of the harp. However, we proclamation, he joined Capt. Billingsly's company are a "democratic" people, and Mons. B. albeit he of Rangers, at Bastrop, and fought under Col. is a wag, understands the principle !' Caldwell, with Hays and Cameron at the battle of “You will plees send me ze tune vot I sal play" Salado, with two hundred and ten men, who re-proposed Monsieur to his audience, as he came pulsed Gen. Woll, with thirteen hundred, at the upon the platform.. time the Mexicans had re-taken San Antonio, and Half a dozen strips of paper immediately found captured the judges and lawyers, the court being their way to the stand, and Monsieur B. read them then in session. It was at this time that Capt. aloud "O Dolce Concento"-"Yankee Doodil"Dorson's company from La Grange had come up (I know him vera vell. I play him, one, two, tree in the rear, and had been cut to pieces. Billingsly-several times!) “Groves O'Blarney”- "Yankee was also in the rear with the Mexicans between Doo”—(I have two Yankee Doodils.)-—“ Non pui him and Col. Caldwell's command, when it became mesta"-tres bien !” necessary to send a messenger to camp to inform Col. Caldwell of this fact. It was a hazardous And now Lavinia, if I can win your approving undertaking, and attended with the greatest difsmile my task is half accomplished, and each suc- ficulties. As no one could be found to go, the galceeding letter will, I trust bring some useful lesson, lant Walker volunteered, and set out in the darkdrawn perchance from the bright examples of those ness of the night and reached the camp in safety. whose lives were one continued warfare with temp. He was then ordered to return and conduct. the tation, and whose triumph consisted in overcoming command in before day, as an attack was expect. the evils of the world, without foregoing its blame-ed that morning, which he did and was also sucless joys. Start not! if you find yourself reclining cessful. After the retreat of Gen. Woll, he joined beneath the blooming cliffs of Parnassus; or hur-Hays' company and remained with him until the ried on by the clamors of Ambition climbing its Summerville expedition was organized against the mountain steep, and grasping at its unfading lau- Mexicans, at which time they took the towns of rels. Familiar as you are with the beautiful effu-Loredo and Garrera. After Gen. Summerville's sions of the muse, and springing as the true, and the gentle do, from your warm and gushing heart, you may soon perchance find your brow wreathed with the flowers of song, and transplanted to those solitary homes of the Covenanters, where the immemorial music which rung in the wild ages of enchantment is still heard. If gems from the "deepest deep of souls" and flowers from the highest height of poesy fail to please, I can bring you into intimate acquaintance with the sterner realities of life; where the champions of humanity, unawed by the stake, and heedless of a felon's living death, erected with a self sacrificing spirit the superstructure of that religion, which is now towering in its immortal sublimity over all human dogmas, and reflecting its spiritualizing influences upon the heart of gentle Lavinia, as well as upon that of her new correspondent-Claverack, N. Y. 1847. FRANK WESTON.

BIOGRAPHY.

SAMUEL H. WALKER. SAMUEL H. WALKER, late Captain of United States Mounted Rifles, was born in 1817, in Prince George county, Maryland. In 1836, at the age of nineteen, he enlisted in the Washington city volunteers for the Creek war, and after his term of service expired, he went to Florida, and served through the campaign of the war against the In. dians. Walker was afterwards employed for some time in the scouting service with the citizens at the town of Iola, on the Apalachicola river. He

return, he joined the celebrated expedition of Gen-
erals Fisher and Greene, and was taken prisoner
by Gen. Ampudia at the battle of Mier.-Walker
afterwards made his escape from prison at Taca-
bayu, Santa Anna's residence, and after suffering
unheard-of hardships, arrived safe at Tampico.
He then took passage for New Orleans, where he
remained a month, when he again returned to Texas
and joined Hays' command, with whom he served
until Gen. Taylor's army moved to the Rio Grande.
Walker then went down to see Gen. Taylor, for the
purpose of offering the services of the company of
the lamented Gillespie, (to which he was attached
as a private,) to serve in case a rupture should take
place with the Mexicans, then daily expected, but
which Gen. Taylor declined. About thirty of the
old Rangers had followed the army from Corpus
Christi, expecting to see a fight, and meeting with
Capt. Walker, requested him to apply to Gen. Tay.
lor for permission to organize a company. Walker
frequently requested the General to let him do so,
but he deeming it unnecessary at the time, refused.
After the murder of Capt. Cross, however, and the
death of Lieut. Porter, Gen. Taylor gave his consent
and Walker raised his brave band of Texas Rangers.
His gallant and daring feats at the battles of Palo
Alto and Resaca de la Palma are too well known to
our readers to detail in this imperfect sketch.

He was killed in an engagement with the enemy
at Huamantla, his force consisting of 250 men and
that of the Mexicans numbering 1600. The result
of the engagement was the total expulsion of the
enemy from the town.

Monsieur didn't understand. He was a little hard of hearing. He stepped quietly down from the rostrum, and approached one of the aisles.

"Ze zhentilman vil plees step in de front"-but the stranger declined.

"If ze zhentilman eannot come to me, I must come to him," continued Monsieur. The audience took "the cue,"-and a roar followed the. announcement, pending which, the stranger made his appearance. A round of applause greeted him as he passed to the foot of the passage way where stood Monsieur, in attituded most provokingly grave, waiting for further explanation. "Vat you sai, sair?"

"The Star-Spangled Banner, I want." "Scar-tangle bannair!—a, ha!—N'comprende Monsieur."

"Not Scar-Strangled, Sir, Star-Spangled Ban ner."

Ze Bannair-Oui I un'erstan--Ze flag." "Yes, yes-the Flag of the United States." "Yas, sair. I remember him, ver mooch. Zat is, I do not recollec' him, zac'ly-Monsieur, you know him?"

"Why yes, to be sure-every body knows the Star Spangled Banner."

"Tres bien, Monsieur! Every Yankee zhentilman vissel. You sal vissle him in my ear!"

Another shout went up from the audience, but the gentleman, nothing abashed, placed his mouth at the side of Rochsa's head, and commenced whisteling the "Star Spangled Banner" most philosophically, amid the convulsions of the audi. ence, who could not find this scene upon the bills of the evening!

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“Yankee Doodils”—always so certain had. My poor nephew Ike was one of these. He
borrowed three hundred dollars of a friend once,
and when his friend come to dun Ike for the mon-
ey, he said to him, Ike, when I lent you that air
money, I had sich confidence in ye, I would
a let ye had a thousand dollars jest as soon as the
three hundred.' You would?' said Ike Yes,'
says his friend.
'Then I have lost seven hundred
dollars,' exclaimed Ike, adding. Jest my luck.'"
Having related her nephew's misfortune, the old
lady sunk into an illimitably profound cogitation

On a sudden-a crash of harmony leaped from
the harp-strings, which took the audience by sur-
prise! An instant's rest followed-when our own
beautiful, national air, the "Star-Spangled Ban-
ner" was produced, with a most brilliant accom-
paniment, which "brought down the house."
Bochsa was satisfied-his friends was satisfied
-the audience were satisfied-and the splendid
harpists left the stage, (with a quiet smirk at the
corner of his mouth) amid a perfect storm of ap-on the capriciousness of luck.
plause!-Boston Times.

A YANKEE WIT.

A YANKEE, traveling in the Southern States, stopped at an inn for the night. He saw his horse well lodged in a barn, and entered house, where he found a party of Southern gentleman assembled on their return from a horse race., The Yankee during the evening amused the company with jokes. In the morning, on preparing to mount his horse to resume his journey, he found him too lame to proceed any further. In this dilemma, the Southerners met him in the yard, where they were preparing to mount some of their fine racers. Says one of the Southerners to the Yankee,

"My friend, we have heard much of Yankee wits and tricks; do show us a trick before you leave us."

The Yankce attempted to assure them that he was not witty, nor had any tricks to exhibit, but in vain.

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EFFECTS OF NOT KNOWING FRENCH.
Nor long after the general peace, when all
classes of English travellers, learned and unlearned,
polished and unpolished, flocked to the continent,
in search of the classical and the picturesque, one
of these pilgrims met a companion, sitting in a
state of most woeful despair, and apparently near
the last agonies, by the side of one of the moun-
tain lakes of Switzerland. With great anxiety, he
inquired the cause of his suffering.

"Oh," said the latter," "I was very hot and
thirsty, and took a large draught of the clear water
of the lake, and then sat down on this stone to
consult my guide book. To my astonishment, I
found there that the water of this lake is very
poisonous!! O! I am a gone man-I feel it run-
ning all over me. I have only a few minutes to
live! Remember me to."

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"Let me see the guide book," said his friend. Turning to the passage, he found-" L'eau du "I'm glad this coffee don't owe me anything," lac est bien poissoneuse"-" the water of the said a financier at breakfast. you Why ?" grumbled his wife. "Cause I don't believe it would ever settle."-Salem Obs.

Whereupon he says, "Well, gentiemen, if insist upon it, I will show you a trick. Let any of you start as he pleases, and I will bet you a five spot, that I will run and jump up behind."

He

lake abounds in fish."

"Is that the meaning of it?"
"Certainly."

"Done," cried several voices at once. "I never was better," said the dying man, leap. One rider immediately set forward at speed. ing up, with a countenance radiant as the sun on found no Yankee on the crupper behind him He a fine May morning. Then extending his arm in stopped to claim the bet; but then discovered that the true long-bow style-" There's muscle;" he the Yankee had run after him—on his starting-cut a series of capers over the grass that would for a few rods, and afterwards continued jumping up in the air; he was "jumping up behind." It was decided that the Yankee had won the bet. "Who could not do that ?" exclaimed the mortified Southerner, as he forked over the money. "You can't," said the Yankee.

"I'll bet you my horse of that my lad; here mount him. There start ahead."

The Yankee mounted the horse, and set forward

have done honor to a Vestris.

"What would have become of you," said his friend," if I had not met you?"

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Letters Containing Remittances, Received at this Office, ending Wednesday last, deducting the amount of postage paid.

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"I should have died of imperfect knowledge of Halsey Valley, N. Y. $5.00; W. W. Halsey Valley, N. Y. the French language."

ANECDOTE OF WALTER SCOTT.
He was going on with great glee (says Irving)
to relate an anecdote of laird Macnab," who, poor
fellow!" said he, "is dead and gone-"

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Why, Mr. Scott," exclaimed his wife," nab's not dead, is he?"

MARRIAGES.

On the 16th ult. by the Rev. Dr. Fisher, Mr. Loring S. city. Williams, to Mary S. daughter of Z. Snyder, Esq. all of this

At Coxsackie, on the 16th ult. by the Rev. Mr. Searles, Mr. Mac-daughter of Walter S. Stoughtenburgh, Esq. of the former Joseph C. Tiffany, of Baltimore, Md. to Miss Amanda Cuyler,

at a steady pace. But just as the Southerner had
run forward some rods, and was about to jump up
behind, to his infinite chargin he saw the Yankee
face about, riding with his back to tha horse's
"Faith, my dear," replied Scott, with humorous
head! The Southerner looked fire brands and dag-gravity, "if he's not dead, they've done him
gers-and continued to look, until the Yankee and
great injustice-for they've buried him!"
his horse were out of sight. And he has never
seen either of them since.

PARTINGTONIANS. "WHATEVER Our fortin is," said Mrs. Partington, " even if it is bad, it is best for us to grin and bear it like men. It is queer how it works, to be sure. Some people are born with silver spoons in their mouths, and others with large cokynut ladles with walnut handles; some folks makes money without turning hand, and others loses it in the same way; some folks loses money that they have worked hard for, and others loses a great deal that they never

A SPARK OF LOVE.-We never despair of the man who has one spark of generous love in his bosom. We care not what his affectious cluster around, an aged mother or an infant child, a majestic tree or an humble flower-we know he is not entirely lost to humanity-he cannot be totally depraved. We could trust him and could feel happy in his society.

place.

DEATHS.

In this city, on the 28th ult. infant child of Simeon L. and Phebe Ann Coffin.

On the 22d ult. Conradt Sharp, aged 52 years.

On the 19th ult. Wm. H. son of John and Lavinia Shaver, aged 5 years and 19 days.

aged 7 years, 1 months, and 13 days.
On the 26th ult. Harrison, son of John and Elizabeth Best,

While my body lies sweetly sleeping,
Lo, kind angels my soul is keeping,
Cease, dear parents, cease your weeping,
You must bow and kiss the rod;
Around me heavenly spirits meeting,
To join in one celestial greeting,

In songs of praises to my God."

At Cairo, Greene Co. on the 14th ult. Duncan Sutherland. Also on the 19th ult. James Sutherland, twin children of Josiah and Jane Sutherland, aged 2 years.

At Galveston, Texas, on the 1st October, of the Yellow Fever, John B. Hudson, formerly of this city, in the 27th year of his age.

At Granville, Washington Co. on the 30th Sept. Cornelin L. only daughter of Isaac J. and Laura F. Vail, aged 7 years,

A GENTLEMAN dining at a fashionable house,
were servants were few and very far between, dis-6 months and 8 days.

Original Poetry.

Forthe Rural Repository.

SCRIPTURE PAINTING, NO. 1.
MOSES.

BY CATHERINE WEBB BARBER.

A HEBREW mother sat, weaving a basket
Of green rushes, and each strand, ere it was
Plaited in, was moistened by a tear.
Her blue-eyed infant lay upon a mat
Low by her feet, and ever and anon

Its rose-bud mouth was parted by a smile
Woke by the rustling of its mother's work,
And forth it stretched its dimpled hands, and

Strove to catch the straws she wove so dexterously.
The ark at length was finished! It was
Placed upon the floor of that rude mud
Walled cottage where they sat, and bowing
Low beside it, the sad mother prayed-
Prayed till her tones grew tremulous,

And on her brow the moisture lay, like bended
Drops of summer dew. Her earnestness
Seemed to bring down a blessing, for she
Rose with a less troubled look, and pressed
Her infant to her throbbing heart, and there
Sung it to rest. When its sweet breath came
Thick, and its long, sunny curls, were growing
Damp about its neck, she wrapped it in
Coarse linen, and laid it in the cradle
She had made, then clasping it in both her
Hands, she took her journey to the river's
Bank. Within a shadowed nook, where the
Tall willows threw their silver fringes to the
Soft south wind, she laid her burden down, and
Hastened back with tottering steps, wondering
How long her infant would lay still, in
Slumber's soft embrace.

Forth from the palace

Gates there came a royal train!--a band of
Maidens, with their young brows bound with flowers.
Their white robes fluttering in the freshening
Breeze, and their sweet laughter ringing like the
Music of the summer birds. She too was
There, the heiress of proud Egypt's throne. Her
Form was statelier than the rest, her robes
Were richer, and her air was pride mingled
With grace and merriment. As she stopped
Upon the river's margin, and took the
Silver drops upon her jewelled fingers,

A sweet laugh broke from the band, and one by

One they dashed the spray about, and
Shouted as the snowy bubbles rose and
Burst in rainbow dyes.

But lo! the princess
Pauses in her graceful sports, and lifts her
Finger, while her maidens cluster thick about
With silent wonder in their eyes, or whisper
To each other that a strange sound just now
Came from out the willow glen.

It comes again!

A sobbing sound like childhood's grief.
"Some Hebrew

Mother hath here hid her child!" the princess
Said in troubled tones, and on each blooming
Cheek, pity was seen to take the place of
Fear. Down to the willow glen they turned
Their eager feet, and forth a maiden with
Her own white hand, drew the rude ark.

"The babe

Looked up and smiled." A crystal tear
Had left the bright blue orb, and rolled half
Down the rosy cheek-the dimpled hands clenched
The coarse linen tight.

"Thou need'st not weep my little
One," the tender princess said, then folding
It beneath her silvery veil, she stood
Up there amid her maiden train, and

Vowed henceforth to be a mother to it

In its hour of need," and on these Hebrew
Temples yet may rest" she said "the Egyptian
Crown-these filthy rags shall be displaced
For purple robes! Bring me a nurse! quick!
Quick!!!

Forth from a neighboring copse a fair
Haired damsel came, and told of one, "who
Sure," she said "would serve her Royal Highness
Well."

"Let her be sought!" the princess cried, while High she tossed in her own hands the child, And smiled to hear its crow of wild delight, And see its golden ringlets stream out on The air. A pale young Hebrew woman came With humble curtesy, to know "her Majesty's High will," and listened with a careless air While she was charged to nurse the Foundling well, and care for it as though it was Her own.

What mockery! within that humble
Bosom, beat a heart burning with love, and
Yearning there to pour its priceless tenderness
Upon her child, and yet the countenance
Was hard in its expression as the marble
Rock-no word of fond caress came through the
Thin, pale lips-no light of sweet affection
Brightened up the downcast eye.
Years sped

And in the palace there was scen a noble
Boy, playing with toys, and making the high
Arches of the royal roof ring all day long with
His glad voice. His cart-his horse-his tiny
Whip were there, and in his lonely play a
Mimic brick-pile oft he laid, as he had
Seen the Herbews do at their sad tasks. But
From these sports, his princess-mother called
Him oft, and from its place took down her
Haughty father's crown, and placed it on his
Sunny curls, and put the golden sceptre
In his tiny hand, and then she and her
Maidens laughed out-right, to see with what
A mimic dignity he wore his borrowed
Honors even then. Or, to the banquet
Room they led him forth, and the proud
Courtiers who had hopes of winning the sweet
Princess' smile, would stroke his head, and praise
The matchless beauty of her Hebrew child.
But from these pleasures the proud boy would
Turn, and venture forth alone to where a
Bowed down woman toiled beneath her
Load of brick, and throw his plump white arms
Around her withered neck, and let his
Golden curls flow o'er her breast, and nestle
In her fond caress, and listen to her tales
Of Hebrew wrongs, until he vowed to scorn
The silken fetters which would bind him to

A court, and free-with God's great help―his
Mother and her people from the galling
Yoke of bondage which they wore.
Ho! lender

Of God's chosen people, didst thou dream
E'en then that higher honors waited thee
Than earthly courts can give the idols of
Their base idolatry? Thou who dilst talk
Upon Mount Sinui with the dread, the
Living God, and 'mid its smoke and thunder
Bear his written laws unto a guilty
World-Thou who wert led, by pillar of cloud
By day," by "pillar of fire by night," through
Forty years of toil-Horeb supplied
And manna-fed!

La Fayette, Ala. 1847.

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Darken the while but to enhance
The beauty of the dawning;

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VIEW OF THE PARK, CITY HALL AND FOUNTAIN, NEW-YORK, N. Y.

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THE above engraving represents the beautiful Park, with the City Hall and the far-famed Fountain. The view is taken from the bookstore of Messrs. Saxton & Miles, 205 Broadway.

The Park contains about ten acres. It is laid out with walks, and is furnished with a variety of shade trees The iron fence which surrounds it cost more than fifteen thousand dollars.

The large building you see is the City Hall. It is the largest and one of the finest public buildings in the city. It is two hundred and sixteen feet long, and one hundred and five wide. In 1803 it was commenced, and it was not completed till 1812. The cost of it was nearly six hundred thousand dollars. The front and ends are constructed of white marble, and the rear of brown freestone. There is a cupola on the top of it, and in this is placed a very expensive clock. It does not always keep the best of time, however, and needs a good deal of urging in order to get it to do its duty.

In the upper part of this cupola is a room occupied by a watchman, whose business it is to give alarm in case of fire, as from this position he is able to overlook the whole city. Behind this another less elevated cupola, with eight Ionic columns,

The Croton water-works, from which this Fountain is supplied, are the most extensive of the kind in the world. The dam across the Croton

feet wide, and forty feet high. It makes a pond five miles long, covering a surface of four hundred

acres.

contains the City Hall bell, weighing 6,910 pounds,
the different number of strokes of which indicate
the district in which a fire occurs. The front of
the City Hall is ornamented with columns and pil-river, is two hundred and fifty feet long, seventy
asters of the Ionic, Corinthian, and Composite
orders, rising above each other in regular gradation.
The building is entered in front by a flight of
twelve marble steps. In the centre is a double
staircase, ascended by marble steps, at the top of
which is a circular gallery, floored with marble,
from which ten marble columns of the Corinthian
order ascend to the ceiling. In the building there
are twenty-eight offices and other public rooms,
the most conspicuous of which, are the Governor's
room, and the chambers of the Common Council
and Assistant Alderaien.

The greatest attraction in the Park however, is its magnificent Fountain. You have heard of it, have you not? Perhaps you have seen it; if you have not, I hope you will have an opportunity one of these days. The basin of this Fountain is one hundred feet in diameter. It has a variety of jets, which are occasionally changed. When the water is thrown up in a single stream, it rises to the height of seventy feet, and presents a most beau tiful and majestic appearance.

The aqueduct proceeds from the dam to the city a distance of more than forty miles. It is built of stone and brick, arched at the top and bottom, and is upwards of eight feet deep.

The water is discharged into two Reservoirs. The first covers thirty-five acres, and the lower This is three miles from the City Hall.-Youth's Cabinet.

one four acres.

To perform splendid actions, and to exhibit heroie virtue, is given but to a few; and opportunities of this kind but seldom occur in the course of one life. Whereas, occaasions to practice generosity, justice merey and moderation; to speak truth, and shew kindness; to melt with pity, and glow with affection; to forbear and to forgive, are administered to us every step we move through the world, and recur more frequently upon us, than even the means of gratifying the common appetites of hunger and

thirst.

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