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ing him with overdrawing his salary, with | President, you will leave him without exthe connivance of both the first and second cuse, you will enlighten the Americans, Secretaries of the Treasury, concluded one and decide a contrary choice at the next of its tirades with the question, “Will not election. All the wrongs of which France the world be led to conclude that the may have to complain will then be remask of political hypocrisy has been alike paired ;” and, finally, when he gave the worn by a Cæsar, a Cromwell, and a shelter of his roof to Tom Paine, from Washington ?" Yes; Jeffersonians be- patriot turned reviler, that he might begotten at Monticello when its possessor neath it prosecute those "useful labors," instead of living as was professed “ like an which subsequently induced a President of antediluvian patriarch among his children the United States to request the honor of and grandchildren, and tilling his soil," his accepting an invitation to take passage was engaged in directing the attacks of from France to America in a national the opposition newspapers, preparing ship, and among which was the penning draughts of Congressional bills, resolu- of sentences addressed to Washington, tions, and reports in counteraction of the similar to the following: “ As to you, sir, policy of the government, and conducting treacherous in private friendship and a that system of political correspondence hypocrite in public life, the world will be and consultation whereby he lost the con- puzzled to decide, whether you are an fidence and the friendship of Washington. apostate or an impostor; whether you have Heirs of Jefferson, when Jefferson was a abandoned good principles or whether politician, not a President. James Madi- you ever had any.

Edmund Randolph, son, too, is another of their fathers. Yes; let it be granted without dispute, was a when he was another of the opponents of democrat; although his predecessor in the the first Administration, leading the lead office of Secretary of State complained ers of the party by his metaphysical sub- that he was not a sufficiently thoroughtleties, and yet, with all his caution, so going one; for he not only divided the countenancing the excesses of more vulgar oyster and the shell, but he gave the latand violent partisans, that a Jacobin club ter to his friends and the former to his in South Carolina were emboldened to enemies; his professions to the one, his dishonor his name by calling themselves practice to the other. Thankful are we The Madisonian.” And does James that all these statesmen, save the last, Monroe, also, belong to the democrats? lived to render such eminent services to Yes; when, and only when, he pro- their country, as to turn the edge of the nounced the policy of Washington to be censure, which history must ever mete out "short-sighted and bad;" when, instead to them in reviewing this portion of their of presenting to the authorities at Paris career. For these labors let them to the the views of the Administration which sent latest times receive the nation's praise ; and him there, he gave to the Directory the this shall be all the more valuable for disfollowing more®“ prudent advice," as M. criminating between the good and the Thiers calls it, “By patiently enduring, on evil they did, both of which have lived the contrary, the wrongs of the present after them.

J. M. M.



Coy Janet sits under the linden tree,

The linden tree by the brook ;
And over the hill-path stealthily

Sends many a sidelong look.
She lists for a coming step breathlessly,

With a calm, unconscious air;
Still plying the needle so steadfastly,

As if it were all her care.

She glances from under her drooping lids,

And her heart beats loud and fast; For jauntily over the hill-path way

Young Colin has come at last.

He sings as he comes. At his breast a rose

Her quick, searching glance espies, And a pang in her gentle bosom glows,

Which a mocking smile denies. “What maketh so merry your voice, Colin,

Your eyes, too, so gaily shine ?” 'Tis the kisses I've had this morning, love,

And from lips as sweet as thine.”

And whence," with a rosier blush she asks,

“Whence got ye that posy gay ?" And the smile forced up to her trembling lip,

Like a zephyr, has passed away.

“Scarce lovelier deem I the blush, Janet,

Now mantling thy cheek so fair,
Than the life-like glow of the one who gave

The flower on my breast I wear.

“What form doth my Janet more beauteous see,

Than the rose-tree newly blown ?
It hath yielded its first love-flower to me,

As my Janet once gave her own.”

“ And the kisses ?” with tremulous voice she asks;

“Oh, the kisses were Zephyr's, divine ! But 'twas false”—and he pressed her yielding lip, "To say they were sweet as thine."

A. M. W.



“ What fear is this which startles in our ears ?".


I had passed that most critical and God has set it. Vainly we seek to reanxious period in love's ante-matrimonial produce the idea in language of our own; existence, when the tongue repeating the the chisel, by a faithful transcript of the soft confession of the eye—that willful character, may preserve the thought, but tell-tale-requests the hand as a surety the translation is cold enough beside the for the heart; and that eventful moment breathing original. Am I heard by one was to me much more blissful in the re- whose heart still retains a yearning after trospect, than it had been in its advent. some long-lost, lovely image, and recog. It is quite as difficult to express the word nizes in that an excellence he has never “engaged,” as the word “exchange,” by seen and never expects to see? Let him any circumlocution.

But to some tech- seek for words adequate to his conception, nical terms I have an insuperable repug- and he will feel the insufficiency of his nance, and if the reader cannot infer my vocabulary. Is there another, whose relations with Emily from what precedes, slumbers have been the sea from which he must remain in ignorance or be enlight- some Venus sprung ? Have his waking ened by the sequel.

moments allowed him to recall, much less I have seen the white, staglike throat of to describe, the perfection of the appariEnglish beauty, the winning languor and tion ? I will say no more of Emily's polished cheek of the German, the beauty. thoughtful brow and flashing eye of the “I know not how much truth,” said Italian dama; the melancholy, passionate M-“may be in the saying that best Castilian, with her goddess walk, and the men are moulded out of faults.' Shakchameleon features of the Parisian belle, speare subjoins a query to the proposition. yet I know not whether, out of them all, But I sincerely hope that our friend Alfred I could have produced a combination and may become the better, for being a little a form to equal Emily's. This is not the bad.' . Well, since you are looking at boisterous language of youthful love, but Emily, instead of listening to me--but the vivid, unexaggerated reminiscence of that is the prerogative of youth, and the an aged man. It is not because I lavished fate of age. upon her the first and last offerings of I heard him, it is true, but almost as my heart, that I represent her thus beau- unconsciously as Lovel heard the motto of tiful; had she been less fair, I would not the venerable Aldobrand, or the Antithe less willingly confess my worship, but quary's learned dissertation upon the simply because I wish to describe her as devices on the turrets of Knockwinnock she was, not otherwise. Even now I can- Castle. Before I could command an aponot recall without pain her fragile form logy, he had saluted his daughter, and and exquisite loveliness. Hers was not a was proceeding directly to the mansion beauty to one thing constant ever, but like house. Nourmahal's, ever in motion, flying

Emily was not pale, and the slight glow

upon her cheek gave me assurance of her “ From the lips to the eheeks, from the cheeks to health ; but as I approached her, an air

of exhaustion and an unusual sadness beYet there is but one expression for the came too perceptible. She replied with highest female beauty—the type in which evident difficulty to my inquiries. That

the eyes."


hesitation was not produced by embarrass- and fell from an altitude of a foot, or more, ment; would to God it had been !

into a deep, pebbled basin. I drew her arm in mine, and as we Emily's agitation increased as we apmoved slowly over the gravelled path, my proached it. I besought her in vain to emotions were very different from those I explain her singular behavior; she rehad experienced when pursuing that same turned no answer. path so shortly before. The sun was mid- On either side of the spring was the way in his march, but the meeting trees com- relic of a miniature flower-bed, now pletely excluded his rays, and combined adorned only by a solitary rose-bush, with the breeze, which seemed never to which supported a single flower over the desert this lovely place, permitted us a clear murmuring water at our feet. And cool and shady walk. The restless cat- there it hung in all the pride of conscious bird kept tuning his exhaustless throat, as loveliness, like some favored maiden over if preparing for some set melody which the mirror that reflects her charms. is never vouchsafed, and the venturesome “ This is all that remains! Oh, do not robin settled almost at our feet; they ap- pluck it!” she said, arresting my outpeared joyful enough.

stretched arm. “Do not shorten an existI could not explain Emily's unusual ence already too brief !” melancholy, but it was impossible not to “I merely intended to change its poshare it. 'I rallied her upon insulting the sition, and prevent that unceasing gaze at smiling face of nature with such an its own reflection." reasonable dejection; but her very smile “Yes, do so," she rejoined, "for it prevented a second essay of the kind. would soon be compelled to witness its Her eyes were once or twice dimmed with decay. Yet the fragile bush has survived tears; but I could say nothing:

our sturdier old seat itself. Will you un“Do you see that path ?" she said, dertake to reconstruct it ?” pointing as breaking a silence not altogether painful, she spoke to some fragments lying in the and pointing to a faintly marked impression shade of a gigantic chestnut tree. upon the thin grass; “it is nearly extinct With the assistance of sundry stones, I now, but it was once as well defined as soon transformed the ruins into a settee, this. Not a day passed that I did not though not of the most inviting kind. leave the impress of my foot upon it. I "My handkerchief is the only cushion I stepped more lightly then, or it would now can offer you, Emily.” be deeper. It is long since I last followed “And I could even dispense with that. it. Fanny and I made it many years ago, Those little beds,” she said, as she seated

we struck upon the circuitous line, herself, made by Fanny and me, when our little feet required the aid of when it was our highest ambition and our hands to fashion it."

dearest pleasure to see them bloom. We “Where does it lead to, Emily?" I in- planted there hyacinths, carnations, lilies, quired.

and all the seeds within our reach. Every “ To a spring not very far distant. Do morning and evening we visited our flownot expect any surprising development; ers, and counted each bud as it slowly but it is, or rather was, a sweet spot, and opened, chiding them for not maturing so I was dearly attached to it.”

fast as we desired; but they must have She spoke with more composure, but unfolded as rapidly as the wings of the there was still the same profound melan- startled dove, to keep pace with our choly in her voice, and the same depres- eager wishes. We would pass whole sion of feature. As we descended into a days here, tending our motley pets, or gully, feathered with laurel bushes, she conning our picture-books upon this seat, pointed to a recess in the opposite bank, which our good Robin made for us. For which rose by a steep and wild ascent to many summers this was our Eden. But a considerable height. Beneath an arch you shall hear how our Paradise was scooped with the regularity of art, yet blighted. An old woman, who nursed evidently carved by nature out of the hard, my mother and myself, and to whom I naked granite, a small stream of water was niuch attached, was in the habit of gushed from a lip-like crevice in the rock, / visiting us once a week; she would not



live with us, because she fancied that a | ing, not under my burden, but from agidaughter of hers, in your city, required tation. But it was all over! My child, her guardian care. One afternoon, I pre- your mother was dead! For three nights vailed upon her to accompany me to our I watched her pallid face, but not a sylvan grotto, though she alleged the muscle moved; an affection of the heart fatigue of the walk in excuse, and pleaded had stopped its beating forever. Lead me inability to surmount the stones. I led hence, my child! I cannot remain !" her safely down that slope to this very “ The old idiot!" I muttered internally, seat, and filling a glass at the fountain, seeing that Emily wept at the recital of held it to her lips. She had covered her the old woman's sad story. eyes, and was sobbing bitterly. Of course, “During this fearful communication," I could not understand this; but I em- Emily continued, after a short pause, ployed to console her all my eloquence, “which I now for the first time heard, which was limited, as well as I remem- my father having before and since studiber, to What ails

you ?' “Oh dear, ously concealed from me the circumstances dear, do not cry so l' a brief synopsis of of my mother's death, I felt a connection condolence in general. I was seated be between this spot and an indefinite sense side her, watching her in mute amazement, of something inexpressibly gloomy and when she suddenly caught me in her arms horrible arise in my soul. As I walked and drew me to her breast.

away with the nurse, I even feared to turn “My child, why have you brought back my head. What had before been so me here?” she said. “Oh your poor- | beautiful and inviting, was completely dear mother !"

metamorphosed into a dark, forbidding I had a vague recollection of my moth- sepulchre. I could not be prevailed on er; such, perhaps, as new-born babes to return—and Fanny, finding her efforts may have of a former and happier exist fruitless, permitted our once delightful ence, or of the angels that make them haunt and its cherished embellishments to smile in their sleep.

go to decay. Even now, I feel like the “ Listen to me, child !" the old woman nerveless monarch of Spain in the splenresumed, mastering her emotion. “ This did torch-lit tomb of his ancestors, more was your mother's favorite resort. She nearly allied to the shrouded dead than would often wander here at this season, to the living. I fear," bere her voice falwith you in her arms, to lull you to sleep tered, “I have inherited that awful malawith the murmuring of that fountain ; and dy! Often have violent throbbings and a when your little eyes were, she sudden pang awakened sad forebodings; would surrender you up to me, and remain but I ascribed them to an imagination here for hours to read or meditate. One preyed upon by the nurse's narrative, delicious afternoon--oh God! I never which defied me to forget it, and, unbidden can forget it-your mother had been un- and unwelcome, threw its corroding shadwell all day ; she fancied that a walk to ow on all my thoughts and day-dreams. the spring would refresh her. You were Last night, the palpitation of my heart then in your fourth summer, and tottered was so alarming that I could not sleep. along at your mother's side with your I was tempted at times to wake my father hand in hers. It was then that she took and disclose all the fears I have hitherto from me the glass I carried in my hand, locked within my own breast, for I know filled it just as you did a moment ago, the misery into which a confession would in the same attitude, and was carrying it plunge him. That fearful beating attacked to her lips, when it dropped from her me again when I first saw you this morngrasp, and pressing both hands on her ing, and I could with difficulty pronounce heart she fell with a groan at my feet. the ordinary words of greeting. I had often heard her complain of op- “ And can you really credit your erring pression at the heart and violent palpita- fancies ?" I said, in a tone intended to be tion, and an awful suspicion crossed my playful. mind-it was but too true.

Fancy! Would I could think it so! “I raised her in my arms, and bidding Fancy and Reality are sisters; and if at you follow us, carried her home, stagger- | times we mistake the former for the lat

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