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disorders ensued. Dissensions side—a party of Russians were approachbroke out among the chiefs, a faction of ing—detection was inevitable—when his whom set fire to the castle in which disciples rushed out of the cave, and Hameed Beg and his followers had taken seizing a boat, rowed away in ostentatious up their quarters, and the only one who haste, calculating rightly that the Russians, escaped was again Schamyl, and again, supposing that Schamyl was on board, too, by some extraordinary chance which would pursue and direct their fire upon has never been explained.

them. So it turned out. The pursuers Schamyl had before this been distin- set out in chase after the boat; every guished among his fellow-warriors for one of the devoted Murids was killed, as daring, extraordinary even among the they had expected; while the prize swam Circassians — for austerity of devotion, quietly off and regained the mountains. gravity, and abstemiousness, wisdom in He was now reduced to such extremcouncil, and skill, not less than courage, ities as to be forced to treat seriously in the field. He was precisely the man for terms of submission. But the conto become marked and influential; to ditions offered by General Grabbe included “ rule the whirlwind and direct the storm," the surrender of Schamyl's two sons as at a period when less robust spirits craved hostages; and they were of course refused, some strong head and bold heart to lean the probable object of the Circassian chief

Toward him most men looked, as being merely to gain time until he could the one on whom the mantle of inspiration recruit his exhausted forces. Hostilities had fallen, and he succeeded to the titles having recommenced, Grabbe penetrated to of Hameed Beg. But he had to struggle the Circassian head-quarters, but had to before he could confirm his power. The beat a hasty retreat after sustaining a Russians, with subtile policy, attempted to heavy loss. Prince Woronzow, the precreate a diversion against the man whom sent governor, succeeded Grabbe in they regarded as their most formidable 1845, and in the following year Schamyl enemy, by pretending to support a more effected his memorable invasion of the “legitimate" competitor. Affairs were Russian territory—when, after doing the looking threatening ; but Schamyl proved enemy infinite damage in loss of life, himself equal to them. He confided cer- property, and arms—ravaging the country tain commands to some of his most trust in every direction, and obtaining a rich worthy Murids, who solved the difficulty booty-he retired with a meteoric rapidity in true Oriental fashion; and Schamyl's which left the imperial generals in a state enemy was soon removed by assassination. of extreme bewilderment as to how to This trouble over, the open struggle re- deal with an enemy who was nowhere but commenced; Schamyl fought bravely, everywhere; scarcely to be seen, but skillfully, desperately, but he was driven most unmistakably and unpleasantly to to straits, and a convention was agreed be felt. From this time, however, the on, at which he swore fealty to the Czar fortunes of Schamyl have not been in the on condition that the Russians should ascendant. He has sometimes been reretire to a certain distance. Neither duced so low as to have appeared on the party observed, or intended to observe, brink of ruin. But his genius and recupethe promises. The moment Schamyl rative energy seem inexhaustible; and now found himself safe, he issued a fierce that he is likely to receive, directly and proclamation against the Muscovites and extensively, the aid which hitherto could their Czar, while the imperial army pushed only be conveyed to him surreptitiously forward strenuously in its ever-foiled at- and in insignificant fragments, he willtempt to subdue the country. In one of the past furnishes every reason to hopethe expeditions headed by the Russian be able to deal heavy and effectual blows general, Grabbe, the latter had very nearly against the arrogant power which has set accomplished a practical illustration of the itself up as the common enemy of his vulgar meaning attached to the pronuncia- country and of the peace of the world. tion of his name in our English vernacular. At the age of fifty-seven, with mental and The Circassian hero was all but caught, physical energies undiminished, he has but escaped through the devotion of some still, probably, many years of active exof his followers. Schamyl, and a few ertion before him, and an ample field for others, were hiding in a cave by a river i such exertion seems to be opening.

BY MRS. H. C. GARDNER.

He has, so far, displayed great powers of resolute struggles against superior force. of governmental organization; and one Of the policy of the Russians it may in single instance of the influence of a master truth be said, setting aside the ruthless mind is the success of his efforts in sup- barbarity with which the war has been pressing the old local feuds and distinctions conducted, that their principal crime among the mountain tribes, and in inspiring consists in the antecedent crimes which even the somewhat skeptical inhabitants rendered the invasion necessary.

It is of the western districts with much of the impossible for them to hold or consolidate religious enthusiasm of the eastern tribes. their unjustly-acquired territory in the Would his government be a theocracy? neighborhood, without obtaining possesPossibly, to some extent. To his dreams sion of the mountain country. The wrong and visions — to his periodical annual | done to the latter is inextricably inter“ retreats" for consultation with his ce woven with the fraud and violence comlestial inspirers-he owes much of his mitted against the former; and the Cir. predominant sway over the minds of his cassian war is only one link in a prolonged followers. In some of these particulars, concatenation of injustice. he seems to have closely imitated the example of Mohammed. No doubt, when left

[For the National Magazine.] to organize his system peaceably in his own way, and to mature his plans for the

THE DEAD BABY. future, he would see the expediency of laying aside some of the more transcen

Ah, beautiful one! dental portions of his pretensions; for Thou hast pass'd away like the morning flower, though by no means possessed of so fine Like the rainbow's blush in the summer shower, an order of mind as the Emir Abd-el- And thy smile of love and thy glance of light Kader, he is a man of keen intelligence, Have paled like the stars on the brow of night

When their course is run. and of unquestionable patriotism. The

When the sunset glows, ancient system of raids and forays would

Thou wilt steal no more to thy gentle rest, also, beyond all doubt, be discontinued ; Or, nestling, cling to thy mother's breast, while, with respect to the “export trade" While the angels come in thy dreams to bless in women, it may be hoped and believed With heavenly music or light caress,

Thy sweet repose. that in “ Young Turkey” regenerated, and

With the roseate day in Circassia under the rule of a man of wisdom and experience, that infamy would For a frolic wild, to thy grandsire's knee,

Thou wilt spring no more, in thy blameless glee, be at an end forever. Although part of Or with merry laugh, or with prattling word, his proclaimed creed has been to hold no Rejoice when thy father's step is heard

On his homeward way. faith with infidels, it is evident that this applies only to his dealings with his

Yet thou, evermore, enemies the Muscovites; and the govern- | They will hear thy voice in the zephyr clear;

A beautiful presence, art lingering near! ment of Circassia, organized wisely, and They will see thy smile in the sunlight fair, recognized in its sovereign independence, They will feel thy kiss in the ambient air would probably be as faithful and respect

For aye, as of yore. able as any other Oriental monarchy.

In the still, still night, It is well that the Circassians and their When the ether-arch wears its softest hue,

And the stars shine out from their baunts of blue, able and prudent chief should receive a

Will the mourners turn in their yearning love full meed of admiration for their long and From thy little grave to thy home abore gallant resistance to a gigantic assailant.

In the Eden bright. Russian blood has flowed in torrents in

() friends, can ye weep? those wild and remote regions; and though Where the blight and the mildew may not come, a rigid calculation of probabilities leaves

Is the fair young rose in its delicate bloom;

O'er the little form that is sleeping near, it scarcely possible to doubt that, but for Doth the guardian love that was round it here, the total change which recent events have

Its vigils keep created in the position of Russia, the

Ah, cherub immortal! mountaineers would, in the course of a There is not a shade on thy sinless brow! few years more, be conquered by sheer There is not an ill that can harm thee now! process of exhaustion, the wars in the

So early thou’rt call’d to the' kind Father's side,

So safely thou 'rt housed where the blessed Caucasus would, under any

circumstances, abide, occupy a conspicuous page in the annals

Beyond the grave's portal!

AX ANTI-HOOD VIEW OF THE MATTER.

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STITCH! STITCH! STITCH!

Three weeks after : “ Annie's learning to be a scholar," said Mrs. Linton ; " no

more demands for sewing.” That afterCHIO has not wept over the Song of noon Annie came bounding into the house

the Shirt ? Who has not sympa- from school, sat upon her father's knee, thized with the tenant of the garret

opened her work-bag, which hung over

her arm, and putting a screwed-up paper In poverty, hunger, and dirt

into his hand, said ; “ There's the mowSewing at once with a double thread A shroud as well as a shirt !

ing.”

Her father undid the paper, and found until the very names, “ needle-work” and

four half-crowns. “ Annie,” questioned “ needle-women," become associated with

her father, “ where did this come from ?" poor half-starved creatures, doomed by

“From the sewing,” answered Annie, their employers to sit in foul atmospheres, laughing delightedly at his surprise, as she chained to their seam by the constantlyplied needle and thread, like galley-slaves escaped from his knee, and ran out of the to the oar ? And yet this continual ring of the riddle.

room, to delay a little longer the solution ing the changes on

“ Wife,” said John Linton, “it is imSeam, and gusset, and band,

possible that Annie could earn all this by Band, and gusset, and seam,

the sort of child's play girls call work ; is not such a scarecrow to all-is not al- and whom did she earn it from? I'm ways so fatal in its consequences; and, afraid there's something wrong.” And, though it may be the exception which to tell the truth, Annie Linton was pracproves the rule, in an instance we are ticing a little disguise; nor had she given about to mention, this stitch! stitch! stitch! her father all the money she had earned. was preferred—nay, as enthusiastically The sum originally was twelve shillings. followed as any branch of high art-as This was all designed for her father alone; absorbingly as a passion for music, or a but a prior claim had come in the way. It love of painting.

was cold winter weather, and the children Annie Linton was the best sewer in of the school brought the forms, in a sort Mrs. Roy's school ; and the mistress de- of square, round Mrs. Roy's fire. Annie, clared, on inspecting the first shirt she who was a favorite of the mistress, always made for her father, " that the Duke of occupied a warm corner close to her own Buccleuch himself might wear it!” This big chair. On the day in question, Mrs. was high praise for little Annie, who was Roy happening to be out of the roomonly eleven years of age ; and she never “I'll change seats with you, Jessie forgot it. Her work was the neatest and Wilson, if you ’re cold,” said Annie, adthe cleanest ever seen. Then she did it dressing a little girl, a very book-worm, so quickly, her mother could not keep who, clad in a threadbare printed cottonpace with her daily demand for “some- gown, sat shivering over her lesson. thing to sew.”

Jessie, thus invited, came a little nearer. “I wish Annie would take to her book," “ You should put on a woolen frock, said Mrs. Linton to her husband. But it like mine, and warm yourself well at your was quite clear that Annie never would mother's fire before you come to school take to her book ; she had little reading and these winter-days,” said Annie, scrutinless spelling ; and yet she could “mark” izing the poverty-struck appearance of the (with cotton) all the letters of the alphabet, girl. as if she was a very miracle of learning. “Mother says,” replied Jessie, “ that

“Something to sew!" eagerly demanded she'd rather do without a fire than my Annie.

schooling, and she can't pay for both.” “ Will any mowing come of this sew- “Has your mother no fire at home this ing?" asked her father, with a very na

cold weather?" asked Annie in amazetural attempt at a pun.

ment. “ Those who do not sew shall not reap," “ No,” said Jessie ; “I wish I dared said little Annie, cleverly taking up her bring her with me here—it's warmer than father's meaning and her work-bag at the at home. And I know mother is ill, though same time, as she whisked past him in fear she won't tell me." of being too late for school.

“Sit there,” said Annie, placing Jessie

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in her warm corner; and don't go out of suredly have written, not the song, but a school without me."

song of the shirt; for once when she was That afternoon the two girls went hand questioned as to the dull monotony of her in hand to Jessie's door.

work: “Dull ? Delightful !” said Annie, “ Have you plenty to eat, if you've no in advocacy of her calling. “Why, with fire ?" asked Annie.

this rare linen and fine thread, my stitches “ This is the first day mother has been seem like stringing little pearls along the forced to send me to school without any wristbands and collar!” What an antibreakfast,” said Jessie, hanging down her song of the shirt might not Annie have head, as if ashamed of the confession. written!

Here,” said Annie, after a slight Annie's eighteenth birthday was celepause, untwisting the paper in which were brated by a tea-party to all the seamstresses deposited her first earnings ; " I won't go of Mr. Seamwell's establishment, where in with you, for your mother might not like she was now forewoman; besides being a to take it from a little girl like me; but'- cheerful, kind-hearted little creature, beand she put two shillings into Jessie's loved by everybody, it was a compliment, hand that is buy you something to Mr. Seamwell said, she well deservedeat, and a fire; and if your mother can her admirable superintendence of the desew as well as I can,” said Annie, with partment allotted her having increased his pardonable vanity, “ I can tell her how to business tenfold. get plenty of money to pay for both.” Some time after, there was a greater

woman.

No wonder Annie's riches increased : day of rejoicing in the firm of Seamwell the first investment was a good one. and Co. The father had taken his son as Nevertheless, the concealing it from her a partner, and the son took a partner for parents she knew to be wrong; she feared life—the indefatigable little seamstress, they would disapprove; and she added to Annie Linton. There never was a blither her little prayer at night, after the usual bridal. Annie-herself having risen from ending of “God bless father and mother, the ranks—had a present for every workand forgive me for keeping secret that I

Indeed it was a day of presents, helped Jessie Wilson." Could the re for on that very morning, and in time to cording angel carry up a purer prayer to be worn at the wedding, a shawl arrived heaven?

for Annie all the way from India—an InOf course, Mr. and Mrs. Linton very dian shawl that a duchess would have ensoon discovered that Mr. Seamwell, of the vied! Upon it was pinned a paper, on

Ready-made Linen Warehouse,” was which was written : “Wear this for the the grand source of Annie's wealth. He sake of one who is now rich and happy, said there was no one who could work like but who never can forget the service you her, and that he would give her eighteen- rendered to the poor school-girl-Jessie pence each for the finest description of Wilson." shirt-making. This was no great payment Annie,” said young Seamwell after for Annie's exquisite stitching—and, thirty the marriage, “I fell in love with you years ago, it would have brought her three when you were a child, and came to our and-sixpence a shirt. But Annie is of the shop for your first sewing. I also happresent, not of the past; and as she could pened to be passing when you gave part complete a shirt a day, her fingers flying of your first earnings to Jessie Wilson. I swifter than a weaver's shuttle, she earned was a boy then, but I said to myself: 'If nine shillings a week.

I were a man, I'd marry Annie Linton ; “Good wife," said Mr. Linton, “we not because she's so pretty'-here Annie are not so poor but that we can maintain blushed most becomingly—not because our daughter till she's twenty, and by that she's so industrious, but because she's so time, at the present rate of her earnings, she kind-hearted.?" will have a little fortune in the bank." But this little fortune amassed but slowly, NOTHING can be very ill with us when all, for Annie seldom had nine shillings to put is well within : we are not hurt till our by at the end of the week—there were souls are hurt. If the soul itself be out other“ Jessie Wilsons" who required food of tune, outward things will do us no more and fire.

good than a fair shoe to a gouty foot.Had Annie been a poet, she would as Sibs.

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BY EDMUND BOLTON.

WINTER, BY SACKVILLE.

CHRISTMAS TIDE, BY SHAKSPEARE. The wrathful winter, 'proaching on a-pace SOME say that ever 'gainst that season comes,

With blust'ring blast, had all ybared the treen; wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, And old Saturnus, with his frosty face,

The bird of dawning singeth all night long; With chilling cold had pierced the tender And then, they say, no spirit dares stir green;

abroad; The mantle rent wherein en wrapped been The nights are wholesome; then no planets The gladsome groves that now lay overthrown. strike, The tapers torn, and many a tree down blown; No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to The soil, that erst so seemly used to seem,

charm, Was all despoiled of her beauties' hue,

So hallow'd, and so gracious is the time.
And stole fresh flowers, (wherewith the Sum-
Had clad the earth,) now Boreas' blast down blew;

THE SHEPHERDS' SONG,
And small fowls flocking, in their songs did rue
The Winter's wrath, wherewith each thing,
defaced,

SWEET Music, sweeter far
In woeful wise bewail'd the Summer past :

Than any song is sweetHawthorn had lost his motley livery,

Sweet Music, heavenly rare, The naked twigs were shivering all for cold,

Mine ears, 0 peers, doth greet. And, dropping down the tears abundantly,

You gentle flocks—whose fleeces, pearld with Each thing, methought, with weeping eye me

dew, told

Resemble Heaven, whom golden drops The cruel season, bidding me withhold

make brightMyself within.

Listen, O listen, now; 0 not to you
Our pipes make sport to shorten weary

night;
WINTER, BY SPENSER.

But voices most divine Next came the chill December:

Make blissful harmonyYet he, through merry feasting which he made

Voices that seem to shine; And great bonfires, did not the cold remember;

For what else clears the sky? His Saviour's birth his mind so much did glad: Tunes can we hear, but not the singers see:

Upon a shaggy bearded goat he rode- The tune's divine, and so the singers be.
The same wherewith Dan Jove in tender years,

Lo, how the firmament
They say, was nourish'd by the lean maid ;
And in his hand a broad deep bowl be bears,

Within an azure fold,
Of which he freely drinks a health to all his

The flock of stars hath pent,

That we might them behold. peers.

Yet from their beams proceedeth not this light, Jastly, came Winter clothèd all in frieze, Nor can their crystals such reflection give;

Chattering his teeth for cold that did him chill; What then doth make the element so bright? While on his hoary beard his breath did freeze, The heavens are come down upon earth to live. And the dull drops, that from his purpled bill,

But hearken to the song: As from a limbeck, did adown distill:

Glory to glory's King, In his right hand a tipped staff he held,

And peace all men among,
With which his feeble steps he stay'd still;

These choristers do sing.
For he was faint with cold, and weak with eld, Angels they are, as also shepherds, he
That scarce his loosèd limbs he able was to wield. Whom in our fear we do admire to see.

Vol. V.–41

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