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BY ANN S. STEPHENS.
Young girls, schoolmates and friends, with their heads THE OLD DEACON.
bending together, and smiles dimpling their fresh lips, all, doubtless conversing about sacred themes befitting the day.
Such was the aspect of our village on the Sabbath, "She loved not wisely, but too well."
when the subject of this liule sketch takes us to the old It was a balmy pleasant Sabbath morning; so green Presbyterian meeting-house on School Hill, a sombre, and tranquil was our valley home, that the very air | ancient pile, already familiar to those of our readers seemed more holy than on other days. The dew was who have read the "Home Sketches " preceding this. floating in a veil of soft mist from the meadows on Our academy bell had not ceased ringing, when the School Hill, where the sunshine came warmly, while the congregation came slowly in through the different doors wild flowers in the valley lay in shadow, still heavy with of the meeting-house, and arranged themselves at will the night rain. The trees which feathered the hill sides, in the square pews which crowded the body. The minwere vividly green, and Castle Rock towered—a magni- ister had not yet arrived, a circumstance which occurred ficent picture-its base washed by the water, and dark- to some of the congregation as somewbat singular. ened by unbroken shadow, while a soft fleecy cloud, Twenty years he had been their pastor, and during that woven and impregnated with silvery light, floated among time, had never once kept his congregation waiting. At its topmost cliffs. The two villages lay upon their op-length he appeared at the southern entrance, and walked posite hills, with the deep river gliding between, like up the aisle, followed by his grey-headed old deacon. miniature cities, deserted by the feet of men; not a The minister paused at the foot of the pulpit stairs, and sound arose to disturb the sweet music of nature, for it with a look of deep and respectful reverence, held the was the hour of morning prayer, and there was scarcely door of the “ Deacon's Seat," while the old man passed a hearthstone which, at that time, was not made a in. That little attention went to the deacon's heart; he domestic altar. At last a deep bell-tone came sweeping , raised his heavy eyes to the pastor with a meek and over the valley from the Episcopal steeple, and was heart-touching expression of gratitude, that softened answered by a cheerful peal from the belfry of our new many who looked upon it, even to tears. The minister academy. The reverberations were still sounding, melturned away and went up the stairs, not in his usual lowed by the distant rocks, when the hitherto silent vil- sedate manner, but hurriedly, and with unsteady footlage seemed suddenly teeming with life. The dwelling- steps. When he arrived in the pulpit, those who sat in houses were flung open, and the inhabitants came forth the gallery saw him fall upon his knees, bury his face in in smiling family groups, prepared for worship. Gradu- his hands, and pray earnestly, and, it might be, weep, ally they divided into separate parties. The Presbyte- for when he arose, his eyes were dim and Aushed. rians walked slowly toward their huge old meeting-house, Directly after the entrance of the minister and deacon, and the more gaily-dressed Episcopalians seeking their came two females, one a tall, spare woman, with thin inore fashionable house of worship. It was a pleasant features, very pale, and bespeaking continued but meekly. sight-those people, simple in their habits, yet stern if endured suffering. There was a beautiful and Quakernot bigoted sectarians, gathering toge:her for so good a like simplicity in the hook muslin kerchief folded over purpose. Old people were out-grandfathers and grand- the bosom of her black silk dress, with the corners mothers, with the blossom of the grave on their aged drawn under the riband strings in front, and pinned temples. Children, with their rosy cheeks and sunny smoothly to the dress behind. Her grey hair was parted eyes, rendered more rosy and more bright with pride of neatly under the black straw bonnet, and those who knew their white frocks, pretty straw bonnets, and pink her, remarked that it had gained much of its silver since wreaths. It was pleasant to see the little men and she had last entered that door. In her arms the matron women striving in vain to subdue their bounding steps, | bore a rosy infant, robed in a long white frock, and an and school their sparkling faces to a solemnity befitting embroidered cap. A faint color broke into her sallow the occasion. There, might be seen a newly-married cheek, for though she did not look up, it seemed to her pair walking bashfully apart not daring to venture on as if every eye in that assembly was turned upon her the unprecedented boldness of linking arms in public, burthen. They were all her neighbors, many of them yet feeling very awkward, and almost envying another kind and truthful friends, who had knelt at the same couple who led a roguish little girl between them. She communion-table with her for years. Yet she could not -a mischievous little thing all the time exerting her | meet their eyes, nor force that linge of shame from her baby strength to wring that chubby hand from her pure cheek, but moved humbly forward, weighed to the mother's grasp—pouting her cherry lips when either of dust with a sense of humiliation and suffering. A slight, her scandalized parents checked her bounding step or too fair creature walked by her side, partly shrinking behind noisy prattle, and, at last, subdued only by intense admi- her all the way, pale and drooping like a crushed lily. ration of her red morocco shoes, as they flasbed in and It was the deacon's daughter, and the babe was hers; out like a bruce of woodlilies, beneath her spotted mus- but she was unmarried. A black dress and plain white lin dress.
vandyke supplanted the muslin that, in the days of her Apart from the rest, and, perhaps, lingering along the innocence, bad barmonized so sweetly with her pure greensward which grew rich and thick on either side of complexion. The close straw bonnet was the same, but the high way, another group, perchance, was gathered. its trimming of pale blue was displaced by a white satin
riband, while the rich and abundant brown curls that had | brethren not to cast her forth to her disgrace, but to formerly drooped over her neck were gathered up, and accept her confession of error and repentance; to be parted plainly over her forehead. One look she cast, merciful, and receive her back to the church. He went upon the congregation, then her eyes fell, the long lashes on to say how humbly she had crept to his feet, and drooped to her burning cheek, and with a downcast brow prayed him to forgive her; how his wife had spent night she followed her mother to a seat, but not that occupied after night in prayer for her fallen child, and so he left by the old deacon. There was a slight bustle when she her in their hands, only entreating that they would deal entered, and many eyes were bent on her, a few from mercifully by her, and he would bless them for it. curiosity, more from an impulse of commiseration. She Willingly would the sympathizing elders have received sat motionless in a corner of the pew, her head drooping the stray lamb again, without farther humiliation to the forward, and her eyes fixed on the small bands that lay broken-hearted old man; but it could not be. The clasped in her lap. After the little party was settled, a ungodly were willing to visit the sins of individuals on a stillness crept over the house ; you might have heard a whole community. The purity of their church must be pin drop, or the rustle of a silk dress, to the extremity of preserved—the penance exacted. that large room. All at once there arose a noise at the From the time of that church-meeting, the poor
father door opposite the pulpit; it was but a footstep ringing bent himself earnestly to the strengthening of his child's on the threshold stone, and yet the people turned their good purposes. He made no complaint, and strove to heads and looked startled, as if something uncommon appear-nay, to be-resigined and cheerful; he still were about to happen. It was only a handsome, bold-i continued to perform the offices of deacon, though the looking young man, who walked up the aisle with a erect gait and somewhat dignified consciousness of worth haughty step, and entered a pew on the opposite side that formerly distinguished him, had utterly disappeared. from that occupied by the mother and daughter, and On each succeeding Sabbath, his brethren observed some somewhat nearer the pulpit. A battery of glances was new prostration of strength. Day by day his cheek levelled on him from the galleries, but he looked care grew thin-his voice hollow, and his step more and more lessly up, and even smiled when a young girl by whom feeble. It was a piteous sight-a man who had been he seated himself, drew back with a look of indignation remarkable for bearing his years so bravely, moving to the farthest corner of the pew. The old deacon looked through the aisles of that old meeting-house with downup as those bold footsteps broke the stillness; his thin cast eyes, and shoulders stooping as beneath a burthen. cheek and lips became deathly white, he grasped the' At last the mildew of grief began to wither up the memory railing convulsively, half rose, and then fell forward with of that good man. When the first indications of this aphis face on his hands, and remained motionless as before. peared, the hearts of his brethren yearned toward the Well might the wronged old man yield, for a moment, poor deacon with a united feeling of deep commiseration. to the infirmities of human nature, even in the house of The day of Julia's humiliation had been appointed, and God. That bold man who thus audaciously intruded the Sabbath which preceded it, was a sacramental one. into his presence, had crept like a serpent to his hearth- The old deacon was getting very decrepit, and his stone—had made his honest name a bye-word, and his friends would have persuaded bim from performing the daughter, the child of his old age, a creature for men to duties of the day. He shook his head, remarked that bandy jests about. But for him, that girl, now shrink- they were very kind, but he was not ill, so they let him ing from the gaze of her own friends, would have remained bear about the silver cup filled with consecrated wine, as the pride of his home, a ewe lamb in the church of God. he had done for twenty years before, though many an eye Through his wiles she had fallen from the high place of filled with tears as it marked the continued trembling of her religious trust, and now, in the fulness of her peni- that hand, which more than once caused the cup to shake, tence, she had come forward to confess her fault, and and the wine to run down its sides to the floor. There receive forgiveness of the church it had disgraced. was an absent smile upon his face when he came to his
The old deacon had lost his children one by one, 'till daughter's seat. On finding it empty he stood bewilthis gentle girl alone was left to him; he had folded a dered, and looked helplessly round upon the congregalove for her, his latest born, in his innermost heart, 'till tion, as if he would have inquired why she was not all unconsciously she had become to it an idol. The old there. Suddenly he seemed to recollect; a mortal paleman thought it was to punish him that God had permit- ness overspread his face. The wine-cup dropped from ted her to sink into temptation; he said so, beseech- his hand, and he was led away, crying like child. ingly, to the elders of the church, when, at her request, Many of his brethren visited the afHicted man during he called them together, and made known her disgrace. the next week. They always found him in his orchard, He tried to take some of the blame upon himself; said wandering about under the heavy boughs and picking up that he had, perhaps, been less indulgent than he should the withered green apples which the worms had eaten have been, and so her affections had been more easily away from their unripe stems. These he diligently won from her home and duty-that he feared he had hoarded away near a large sweet briar-bush which grew been a proud man-spiritually proud, but now he was in a corner of the rail fence. On the next Sabbath he more humble, and if his Heavenly Father had allowed appeared in the meeting-house, accompanied by the minthese things in order to chasten him, the end had been ister as we have described, to be outraged in the very obtained; he was a stricken old man, but could say, house of God by the presence of the man who had “ The will of God be done." Therefore he besought his desolated his home. It is little wonder, that even there,
his just wrath was, for a moment, kindled. The service | infant. His broad chest heaved beneath its tiny form, began, and that erring girl listened to it as one in a and his eyes seemed fascinated by the deep blue orbs dream. Her heart seemed in a painful sleep; but when which the little creature raised smilingly and full of the minister closed his bible, and sat down, the stillness wonder to his face. Lee bore his son down the aisle, made her start. A keen sense of her position came over laid him gently in his astonished grandmother's lap, and her. She cast a frightened look on the pulpil, and then returned to the pulpit again. Julia still had moved a sunk back pale and nervous, her trembling hand wander- little, and overcome with agitation, leaned heavily ing in search of her mother's. The old lady looked on against the railing of the pulpit-stairs. Lee bent bis her with fond grief, whispered soothing words, and ten- head, and whispered a few earnest words, and held forth derly pressed the little hand that so imploringly besought his hand. She stood, for a moment, like one bewildered, her pity. Sull the poor girl trembled, and shrunk in her gave a doubtful, troubled look into his eyes, and laid her seat as if she would have crept away from every human hand in his. He drew her gently to the table, and in a eye.
firm, respectful voice, requested the minister to comThe minister arose, his face looked calm, but the mence the marriage service. paper which contained the young girl's confession, shook The pastor looked puzzled and irresolute. The whole violently in his hands as he unrolled it. Julia knew that proceeding was so unexpected and strange, that even he it was her duty to arise. She put forth her hand, grasped lost all presence of mind. “A publishment is necessary the carved work of the seat, and stood upright 'till the to our laws,” he said, at length, casting a look on the reading was finished, staring, all the time, wildly, in the deacon, but the old man remained motionless, with his pastor's face, as if she wondered what it could all be hands clasped over the railing, and his face bowed upon about. She sat down again, pressed a hand over her them. Thinking him too much agitated to speak, and eyes, and seemed asking God to give her more strength. uncertain of his duty, the divine listed his voice and
The minister descended from the pulpit, for there was demanded if any one present had aught to say against a yet to be another ceremony; a baptism of the infant. marriage between the two persons standing before him. That gentle, erring girl was to go up alone with the Every face in that church was turned on the deacon, child of her shame, that it might be dedicated to God but he remained silent and motionless, so the challenge before the congregation. She arose with touching calm was unanswered, and the minister felt compelled to proness, took the babe from her mother's arms, and stepped ceed with the ceremony, for he remembered what was, into the aisle. She wavered at first, and a keen sense of at first, forgotten, that the pair had been publisbed shame dyed her face, neck and very hands, with a pain according to law, months before, when Lee had, without ful flush of crimson, but as she passed the pew where given reason, refused to fulfil bis contract. young Lee was sitting, an expression of proud anguish The brief but impressive ceremony was soon over, and came to her face, her eyes filled with tears, and she with an expression of more true happiness than had walked steadily forward to the communion-table, in ever been witnessed on his fine features before, Lee front of her father's seat. There was not a tearless eye conducted his wife to her mother, and placed himself in that whole congregation. Aged, stern men, bowed respectfully by her side. The poor bride was scarcely their heads to conceal the sympathy betrayed there. seated, when she buried her face in her handkerchief, Young girls—careless, light-hearted creatures, who, and burst into a passion of tears, which seemed as if it never dreaming of the frailty of their own natures, had never would be checked. The congregation went out. reviled the fallen girl, now wept and sobbed to see her The young people gathered about the doors, talking over thus publicly humbled. Young Lee became powerfully the late strange scene, while a few members lingered agitated; his breast heaved, his face flushed hotly, then bebind, to speak with the deacon's wife before they turned very pale, and at last he started up, flung open left the church. Lee and his companions stood in the pew door, and hurried up the aisle with a disordered their pew, looking anxiously toward the old man. There and unequal step.
was something unnatural in his motionless position, “What name?" inquired the pastor, bending toward which sent a thrill through the matron's heart, and the young mother, as he took the child from her arms. chained her to the floor, as if she had suddenly turned
Before she had time to speak, Lee stood by her side, to marble. The minister came down the pulpit stairs, and answered in a loud, steady voice, “ That of his and advancing to the old man, laid his hand kindly father, James Lee!"
upon the withered fingers clasped over the railing; he The trembling of that poor girl's frame was visible turned very pale, for the hand which he touched was through the whole house, her hand dropped on the table, cold and stiffened in death. The old man was feeble and she leaned heavily on it for support, but did not look with grief, and when yonng Lee appeared before him his up. The minister dipped his hand in the antique China | heart broke amid the rush of its strong feelings. bowl, laid it upon the babe's forehead, and, in a clear voice, pronounced the name. A faint cry broke from the child as the cold drops fell on his face. The sound FORTUNE is like the market, where many times, if seemed to arouse all the hitherto unknown and mysteri- you can stay a little, the price will fall; and, again, it ous feelings of paternity slumbering in the young is sometimes like a Sibylla’s offer, which, at first, offer. father's heart. His eye kindled, his cheek glowed, and eth the commodity at full, then consumeth part and part, impulsively he extended his arms and received the and still holdeth up the price.-Lord Bacon.
BY THE AUTHOR OF
means assisted him, was Dirk, the hunter, while he who THE HAUNTED HOMESTEAD.
spoke the loudest in suspicious hints, and dark insinua
ations-who was he but the murderer! “CROMWELL," ETC.
Two years had passed, and now inseparable friends, Hartley and Dirk roved over the rude mountains side
by side-there was no rock-ribbed summit which their THE REVELATION.
adventurous feet had not mounted ; no glen so deep Days, weeks, and months rolled on-and still, as we but had resounded to the crack of their true rifles. Not have said, night after night the fearful din, the crash a beast of the hills, nor a fowl of the air, but ministered succeeded by those fiendish yells and that appalling to their support; and, though avoided by the neighbors laughter, rang through the haunted chambers of the as a spot, guilt-stricken and accursed, the little hut of Hawknest Tavern. For a brief space the inmates strove | Hartley was once again the scene of humble comfort, to maintain their dwelling despite these awful visitations and of content at least, if not of happiness. The peltry, -but brief indeed was that space! For guest by guest, conveyed by old Dirk to the nearest market, sold or the old familiar customers fell off, deserting their accus- exchanged, yielded the foreign luxuries of clothing, tomed stations by the glowing hearth in winter, or on groceries and liquor—the flesh of the deer, the hare, or the cool and shadowy stoop in the warm summer the ruffled grouse simmered as temptingly on gridiron or evenings. So widely did the terrors spread of the mys- stewpan, and tasted full as well, as veal or multon. terious and unearthly sounds, which now clothed with a The little garden plot tended by Hartley's eldest, a fine novel-horror the dark pass of the Ashuelot, that travel- lad now rising towards manhood, was rich with many a lers began to shun the route entirely, preferring a circui- succulent root and savory herb. All prospered-poorly tous and more fatiguing road to one wheron the Spirits indeed, but hopefully and humbly !-all prospered save of the Dead held, as it was almost universally believed, the man! No soothing of his anxious wife, no sparknocturnally their bellish orgies. The few and humble i ling merriment of his loved children, no consolation wayfarers who still held to the wonted path, hurried | cheery and bold of his bluff fellow could chase the now along, as the Spanish tourist has it, with beard on habitual gloom from Hartley's honest brow'. To be shoulder, stealing at every turn a fearful glance around suspected had sank, like the iron of the psalmist, into them making no halt nor tarrying on their journey, and his very soul. To be condemned of men, no error ever shunning the pass altogether, save when the sun rode proved against him—to be shunned like the haggard high in heaven.
wolf-pointed by every finger in execration and conThe consequences of this change were sad in the tempt. extreme to Hartley—his occupation gone, his customers Two years had passed and the same time, which departed, his old friends gazing on him with doubtful had cast down the innocent from the good will of men, and suspicious eyes, poverty staring in his face, driven from the communion of his fellows, from wealth and forth from his home at last by the overwhelming awe of happiness and comfort, had raised the real murderer to those dread noises-he and his family were suddenly affluence and respect and honor. For many months reduced from moderate affluence and comfort to the after the perpetration of his crime, he had pursued his extremity of sordid want. A little cabin framed of rude ordinary avocations of the hard-working occupant of a logs received them, a miserable but, which had been small mountain farm; but when he found that suspicion raised for temporary occupation only, within a gunshot of bad cast no glimpse toward him but had on the contrary the fatal bridge whereby the hapless traveller had fallen, | fixed steadfastly upon another, he gave out that a rich involving in his ruin the innocent family of him who uncle had died suddenly far off in Massachusetts, had warned and would have succored him.
journeved thitherward, been absent several weeks, and Game at this time abounded in the wild woods around, returned rich in cattle, moveables and money, his wealthy and by his rifle only did the unhappy landlord now sup- kinsman’s heir. The mountain farm, which had been port his once rich and respected household.
mortgaged heavily, was cleared from all incumbrance. It is the way of this world to judge ever by result A new and handsome dwelling-house erected on a knoll and before long men who had known him from his o’erlooking proudly what was now called the Bridge of cradle, and known his probity and worth, began to shrink of Blood, and Hartley's low-browed cabin. Gardens from him, as one on whom the judgment of an offended stretched down in pretty terraced slopes to the brink of Providence had weighed too visibly–whom punishment the arrowy stream ; orchards were planted in the rear; divine had marked out as a sinner of no small degree! fine barns and out-houses erected, among which stood They shrank from him at market, they drew aside from now desolate and fast decaying the former homesteadhis contaminating touch even in the house of prayer, the very bovel through the unshuttered lattices of which all shunned him, all with the exception of one man
the Allens' had looked for and witnessed the feigned believed him guilty-guilty of that too, which by no
slumbers of the foul assassin. possibility, he could have committed--the murder that Two years, as been said, had passed; when one youth who died at two miles distance, while Hartley | tempestuous evening old Dirk who still, as he would was employed before the eyes of many in his own crowd-boast at times, feared neither man nor devil-set forth ed bar-room. The man—the only man who drew yet on his return from Fitzwilliam, whither he had come in closer, to his side, who to the limit of his own scanty the morning with a large pack of beaver. In driving a
hard bargain with a pedlar for his peltry, hour of day- || shining from the casement of the old bar-room, whence light after hour had slipped away unheeded, and supper || no light had flashed gladness on the traveller's eyes for was announced before the terms of sale were finally many a weary month. Two men sat by the old round concluded-despite his wish to get hom early, the table on which lay, ready to each hand two ponderous veteran hunter could not refuse the invitation to “ sit by,” rifles, a watch, some food and liquor, and last not least and it was eight o'clock before he started homeward a copy of the Testament ! They were old Dirk, the his pack supplied him with broadcloth and fifty things hunter, and his comrade, Hartley, who had returned to beside, in lieu of its furred peltry, his trusty rifle balan- pass the night in that spot, and satisfy themselves fully ced upon his shoulder, and his heart fortified, had that that the disturbance was at rest for ever. It needs not been needful, by a good stirrup cup of right Jamaica. to rehearse what passed that night-suffice it that no Then as will often happen when men are most in haste, sound nor sight occurred, save the accustomed rural accident after accident befell him; none indeed very noises of the neighborhood; and that some two hours serious, or even troublesome, but still sufficient to delay before daylight, they left the place convinced and joyfully him on his route, so that his practised eye read clearly on their route homeward. from the position of the stars which blinked forth now
Homeward they walked in glad and joyous converse, and then from their dim canopy of storm that midnight | 'till on a sudden as they reached a little height commandwas at hand ere he reached the old Hawknest.
ing from a distance a view of -'s new house and “Well! well,” he muttered to himself as he approach-farm buildings, their eyes were suddenly attracted by an ed its lonely and decaying walls—“well! well, I've appearance of bright dancing lights—as of the aurora heern it afore now, and I guess it wont be the death of borealis—flashing and streaming heavenward from a focus me, if I should hear it once again!"
situated as it seemed in the rear of the new-planted Just then the winds rose high and swept the storm- orchards. Strange were the sights indeed, flashes of clouds clear athwart the skies, and left them bright and vivid Aame upleaping suddenly from earth and then a sparkling with their ten thousand lamps of living fire.- long dark interval and then a glimmering glow pervading “ Ha!” he exclaimed as he looked up—“I reckon its the whole circuit of the homestead. Believing that e full time for 't now," and as he spoke he stood and fire bad burst out suddenly among the out buildings the gazed with a strange sense of curiosity and wonder not
veterans dashed forward with the wind and nerve that altogether unmixed, it is true, with a sort of half-pleas- hunters can alone possess. They scaled the rocky height, ing apprehension. The windows, where the glass was dashed through the muddy hollow, reached the spot yet entire, reflected back the quiet radiance of the moon and there from the old house, now desolate and quite -the door-way, wide open-for the door fallen inwards | deserted, they saw these fearful flashes bursting at every hung by one rusted hinge-showed cavernous and dark instant. Through every chink and cranny of the door, in the calm gleamy light—a bright wind whispered in the walls, the shutters, streamed the deep crimson glare, the branches of the huge cluster, and a small thread of along the roof tree danced meteoric balls, of an unearthwater from the horso-trough gurgled along its pebbly ly pallid lustre on either gable that permanently fixed a channel with a sweet peaceful murmur. The hunter's globe of lurid fire. wonderment increased as he stood gazing at the tranquil
“Fire! fire !" shouted Dirk—"Fire! halloa ! halloa ! · scene, and he determined after a little hesitation to sit Hans! the old house is a fire!” And with the words down by the streamlet's edge and wait to satisfy himself | he rushed against the door and striking it with the sole whether the fearful sounds still haunted the old tavern, or whether they indeed as he now half surmised had of his foot broke every bar and fastening and drove it ceased for ever.
inwards, but within all was dark !-deep-solid-pitchy No sooner was his resolution taken
blackness. than he began to act on it-a moment's search sufficed to tind a moss-grown seat of rock, another and his huge the other's face, but the next they were met by
Hartley and Dirk stared for a moment blanckly each in limbs were outstretched by the marge of the tinkling runnel, while with an eye as tranquil and as serene a
asking them with a volley of fierce imprecations what brow, as though he were anticipating some long promis
they intended waking up his household thus with a
false alarm. ed pleasure, he waited the repetition of the mysterious
“False alarm !" answered Dirk; "why had you seen sounds which had so long driven from those mouldering walls all human occupants. In vain however did he it, I guess you'd not ha' thought it so false any how, why wait, for the moon set, and the stars twinkled and went
man, the whole air was alight with it." out, and amber clouds clothed the eastern firmament “Pshaw! you're drunk both on you," returned the and day burst forth in its glory and no more fearful noise
other. "You've brought your gammon to the wrong than the air murmuring in the branches, and the rill place, my men. Don't you see all's dark and quiet here, gurgling down to meet the noisier river, and the shrill as honest men's homes ought to be. What are you arter accent of the katydid and cricket, the melancholy wail. I'd pleased be to know this time o'night!" ing of the whip-poor-will, or the fur whooping of the
“ That's neither here nor there," responded Dirk, answered owl fell on the hunter's ear. Cheery of heart we saw a fire up here-a-ways and we come neighborhe started up as the day dawned and hurried homeward like to tell you on't." with glad tidings—the Hawknest was no longer haunted ! “ Well! where's the fire now, I'd like to be showed, On the next night at about nine o'clock a light was then I'll think as how you meant honestly, and that's