turé I drew mentally-such was the group which I that moment,) at length, a gust of wind bore to me knew was awaiting me. I looked around me, and a sound which I thought I recognized-I raised my. the contrast of the reality flashed upon me, in all its self with an anxiety which almost choked me, I horrors. The wind raged and howled, through the listened-all was still-the wind rose and made me darkness, and in the lull, the spray of the torrent doubtful whether I heard it a second time or not; bedewed my face, and froze there. I was encom- a third-all doubt was over! It was the honest passed by awful precipices, here and there visible voice of faithful Thor, coming at speed, and bark. only by being covered with snow Snow also, was ing as he came, to show, doubtless, the path to the the bed on which I was to die. And to die, oh God! spot in which I lay. Again his deep mouthed bay to die thus! Alone, through pain and famine- sounded loud and distinct, as it approached the top through cold and the exhaustion of suffering nature! of the precipice. There he paused, and continued The terrors of tempest and of night were the pre- barking, till at length, several lights flashed upon cursors of the terrors of death. From hence the path, along which he had come, and advanced I never was to stir more ;-this was to be my end! rapidly towards him. A halloo came upon the "We often forge for ourselves causes of unhap-wind: I strove to answer it as loudly as I could. piness, and allow slight things to mar our quiet. This time, it mattered little whether my voice reachBut he who has undergone-not what I underwented the summit or not; for as soon as the lights seemthat night, for who has done so ? but-circumstan-ed at the spot where the dog stood, he dashed down ces of peril and of despair, in kind, if not in degree like unto these-he only can know the agony which a few short hours can crowd upon the human spirit—he only, can know to what extent our nature can suffer! the cliff, clinging to the irregular surface as he came now holding by a stone, now sliding down with the rolling earth and snow, till he sprang into my bosom, and almost smothering me with his caresses, made the echoes of the cliffs ring again with his loud and ceaseless baying. "My companions now perceived where I was. They made a circuit of some little extent, and descended to me by a less precipitous, but still a difficult path. My young friends, unless you have experienced the transition from despair to safety— from abandonnent to kind friendship—from death to life, you can form to yourselves no idea of the flood of feelings, both rapturous and gentle, which then poured upon my soul. The chosen of my heart was now no widow ! my children were now not fatherless! I was restored to life, to the world, to hope, to happiness-and I owed all this to the loyalty and love of a poor hound! When your hand is next raised to strike your beast in anger, pause-and think upon the service which old Thor rendered to his master. That master had been a kind one." "I lay in pain of body and anguish, for a space of time, which, from these causes, seemed endless. At length, hope dawned upon me. Along the top of the cliff to which I had leaped, and from which I had fell, passed, as I knew, a path which led from the village in which I lived, to another about two leagues off. This had not appeared to me as a chance of escape; for by night it was but very rare ly traversed, and morning I never expected to see again. On a sudden, however, I saw a light gliding along this path, as though borne by some one: and I conjectured it to be, as in fact it was, the lanthorn of a villager returning homewards. I shall be saved yet!' was the idea which thrilled through my heart, and I shouted with the whole strength of my voice, to realize the hope which had arisen. At that moment, a furious gust of wind swept throughout the chasm, and hurled back my cry against me like the smoke of Cain's rejected sacrifice. I could feel that my voice did not ascend twenty feet above my head. The light glided onwards. Again I shouted with that desperate strength which none but the despairing own. The light did not stop-no answering shout gladdened my ears-the light dis-offended with it. appeared! "The agony of that moment, who can conceive? The drowning man as he struggles his last effort, and feels the waters closing round him;-the criminal, as he mounts the scaffold, and secs his last hope melt from his grasp-such persons may have experienced what I felt then, and such persons only. "My despair now became fixed and total. I felt that my last hour was come; I endeavored to turn my thoughts from this world, and fix them on the next. But the effort was dreadful. As I strove to prepare myself for death, the hope of life would flash across me again, and interpose between me and my prayer. Ifa sound caught my ear, I raised my head to listen; if the variation of a shadow passed over the surface of the rock, I strained my sight to look; but the sound would cease, and the sight would pass away-and Isank again upon the snow; and again I prepared myself to die. "At length, (to my dying day I shall recollect Satire is a sort of glass wherein beholders generally discover every body's face but their own ;which is the chief reason for that kind of reception it meets in the world, and that so very few are Sweet Girl, Fare Thee Well. SWEET Girl, forever fare the well, I cannot love thee more than now; I will not buy thy father's love, "Twere best that we should part. And deign to think he was not false, |