that a fine brig, laden with contraband goods, had f been driven in during the night, and had since been abandoned by her crew. The rudder of a sloop had been washed on shore, but there had been no wreck in the bay. Intelligence was brought from the opposite shore that a foreign ship had been driven into a small bay about a mile from the harbor, and that all were saved except one sick man forgotten in the hurry of escape. Nothing, however, had been heard of Sullivan, or the Nancy. The day wore on-but still she came not. Maurice Power appealed to every body concerning the correctness of his prediction, and the most sanguine began now to despair of her return. There is perhaps no scene, among the many distressing ones with which human life is chequered, more truly heart-rending, than a group composed of a wife, a mother, brothers, and children, wringing their hands, in despair, on learning the sudden loss of those upon whom their exist ence depended, and who but a few hours previously moved among them in life and health; or waiting in agonized anxiety to learn whether the coming intelligence brought news of life or death. The friends of Sullivan and his crew remained upon the quay for many hours in this state of distraction. Ship after ship arrived, but still no news. Suddenly, a young boy, with bare feet and uncovered head, rushed towards the quay where the people were waiting, waving the cap which he held in his hand, and shouting "Huzza!Huzza!" "What's the matter, Thady ?" said a man, endeavoring to stop him. "Huzza!" cried the boy, as he bounded off, Where's Norry Sullivan? They've come!"' A loud hurrab burst from the crowd on hearing the announcement. "How ?—Where?—Is it the Nancy ?” demanded a thousand voices, from the hardy urchin. "They're all safe," said he, as he bounded back again; "all-only Tom McDaniel broke his arm." He was immediately followed by the crowd, who hastened to congratulate their friends. The Nancy had been driven into Ballycotton, a place about six miles distant; but in such a battered state as to be no longer fit for service. "Well," said Maurice Power, on learning the event, "I knew that no vessel that sailed after Kelly's warning, would ever return again. They've only to thank God that they didn't leave their lives after them too!" Perception of Women. THE perception of a woman is as quick as lightning. Her penetration is intuitive-almost instinct. By a glance she will draw a deep and just conclusion. A philosopher deduces inferences; and his inferences shall be right, but he gets to the head of the stair-case, if I may so say, by slow degrees, mounting step by step. She arrives at the top of the stair-case, as well as he; but whether she flew there, is more than she knows herself. While she trusts her instinct she is scarcely ever deceived, and she is generally lost when she begins to reason.-Sherlock. ORIGINAL. Tahamold, or the Raven Hair. Extract from the unpublished Poem.* "THE mount is high-its sides are steep, Its paths are rough; and sharp its crests, "And now he saw the wretched maid, Round the confines of the sky; And placed her there, that men might see, Of blossoms, bright, and sweet, and wild; Oh! it was nature's holiest hour, And she was nature's loveliest child." * The poem, will shortly be published by Carey, Lea & Blanchard, of Philadelphia. True goodness is not merely a thing of words and opinions, but a living principle, brought into every action of a man's life. ORIGINAL, TALE OF THE ABSENT LOVER. BY EDWARD MATURIN. Twas ever thus from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay I never nurs'd a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away."-LAILA ROOKH. "Remember you not the happy hours We buried in loves sweet bowers? Heaping over their corses cold Blossoms and leaves instead of mould.' -SHELLY. enthralment; ) from her strong similarity to Sybilla, whose image her presence never failed to revive in my memory. Her features were truly oriental, prominent and dark; the latter forming the only discriminating characteristic between the present and the absent. The more I gazed on her, the more I felt for her the purity of a fraternal attachment; and constancy to my vow compelled me to embrace the assistance of memory, to withstand the facinations and charms of Hinda. We were constantly alone; and that secret confiding interchange of sentiment, which is so favorable to the gradual alliance of hearts, and developement of feelings, while it was pernicious to her's, only armed mine with more strength and resolution to resist its influence. 'I WELL remember," said Bertuccio, “the morn- | tive, but the lightness and buoyancy of voluntary ing whose rising brightness was dimmed in the eyes of the future traveller, by the tears shed at his departure. Happiness, honor, and domestic peace, were then the inmates of this Castle, which I regret to hear, have since been superseded by colder and gloomier guests. I tore myself from the arms of my friends, which chained me to the spot, with that ardor and strength, with which affection seeks to poison the cup of separation, by lingering out the last moment in gazing on the features of those it loves, and giving fresh aliment to the bitterness of memory. But the pangs of separation were soft, and the expression of sorrow silent, to the last look Sybilla flung on me; one in which the calmness of resignation conquered the struggling tear of eloquence and pain. Giulio accompanied me accross the mountain, and we separated. A year in my anticipation the utmost of my absence. We had participated in the excitement of dancing in the open air, at a large entertainment given by her father; the senses intoxicated alike by the beauty and grace which surrounded me; the clash of the music and the unobstructed echos answered by the neighboring hills; seemed at length to repose in the stillness and bosom of the night; the breath which faintly fanned our cheeks laden with the odors of the gardens and parterres which realized the loveliness of a second Eden; but above all the beauty of the scene consecrated by the silent lovely ray, which though it soothes is also the warmest minister to excitement and passion. In safety I reached the shores of the Mediterranean, where our vessel stood equipped to proceed to Smyrna. Our voyage was speedy and prosperous; and I was hospitably received by tde individual to whom my commission was directed. The business of my mission becoming more enlarged than I had anticipated, I was compelled to extend my residence till nearly three years. The voluptuous manners of the East, far exceeding the indolence and relaxation of Italian life, bore but little charms for me, when the heart, over whose feelings I still held command, was constantly recurring to the recollections of my betrothed; sweetened as they were by the anticipation of my return, and the happiness which awaited me, in the completion of our vows. Day succeeded day in the recreation of divers amusement; amd the excitement of oriental manner and beauty gave a speedy lapse to the hours of their sultry evenings. The individual to whose generosity and courtesy, I was indebted for the extension of my social circle, possessed a lovely daughter, eminently skilled in those lighter accomplishments which embellish her sex, and which in her, derived a new charm from the grace and affability which accompanied them. My heart was perhaps somewhat enlisted in the bands, (which beauty so dexterously weaves around its victim, as that he too fre-*"Hesperus that led the starry host."— quently bears them, not with the sorrow of a cap Suddenly there was a pause in the festive minstrelsy of the distant groups, and the lovely magic of the scene was deepened and harmonized by the delicate notes of a maiden so plaintively sweet as to give a melancholy expression to the words, replete with an asperation to purer enjoyments, and holier raptures than Earth affords— The moon is shining fair and bright, Paradise Lost. How angels worship when they love : but I believe the oriental clime is as sunny, and her moon as silvery." The mention of Italy was so very significant as to arrest my attention almost to breathlessness. His companion answered in a voice equally firm and exalted. "They seem anxious to arrogate the monopoly of beauty to their own land; their boast and confidence are not strictly confined to their skics; but they think also that the charms of manliness and grace are peculiarly their own. Let them exhibit these resistless fascinations to the maidens of Italy alone; or they soon shall find our hearts are warm and revengeful, as our complexions are swarthy and burnt." Can they, under this general intimation, thought I anxiously, possibly convey a particular meaning? "How lovely a being," continued the first, "is the lady Hinda. How instinct was every emotion of my heart, when I beheld her graceful and exquisite form in the dance! I had hoped this night to share the honor of her hand, but rejection to a proud heart is a torture, embittered by the humility of solicitation. And since the arrival of that Italian," he added disdainfully, "every request and advance from me has been met by coldness and denial." "I told ye 1 met them on yonder terrace, and had I been concealed by a darker night, I would have made that Italian pay the penalty of rejection and revenge." We turned round on the moment, the figure had disappeared, and descending by a flight of stairs The possibility of any other application of his mingled with the crowd. The words were plain words but to myself, was now utterly extinguishand simple, but their ultimate meaning and applied, and ere I was rash enough to descend and cation perplexed me. My own heart responded demand an explanation, I was perhaps too coldly to the truth of the metaphor. I could not guess prudent to remain and listen further. The stranwhether Love or the beautiful being who hung on ger proceededmy arm, was the representative of the thorn. We hastened from the terrace, to which we had been almost chained in contemplating the chastity of the moon; and we parted in silence. I scarcely, in the recollection of the stranger's words, regarded The meaning was now too manifest, and indigHinda's expression, but remember since, it was nation overwhelming more moderate or tempered eloquent with sadness, which almost betrayed an feeling, I seized the small sword, which I had anxious surrender of heart and hand, to one who detached from my side, and leaped from my was already betrothed, and never forgot his vow. casement, which was raised but a few feet above I retired to my apartment that night. The tem- the earth. Would you believe that in the midst of perature was mild, and my casement was open; the insult and pointed indication of myself, which the full broad moon shed her light upon me, and I so keenly felt; pride and indignation were for a revealed every object manifestly in the distance. moment merged in the memory of Sybella, whose Her light, the arbetress of the heart, and the re-imaginary entreaties almost dissuaded me from viver of every vow and sound it has mutely wit- the temerity of my intention. I rushed forward, nessed, brought to my mind Sybilla and the mutual pledges of our faith. Then followed in the train, the events of the evening; the flush of beauty in the excitement of the dance; the cup of Elysium our spirits so eagerly drained upon the terrace, and lastly, the mysterious words of the stranger; a compound of caution and hostility. As I was thus musing and endeavoring to disentangle their perplexity, my eyes were directed to two figures muffled in mantles, careless-ing to repress my rage. ly sauntering under my casement, so very slowly "Well, and if I did," retorted the stranger with 66 a sneer, as to raise my suspicion that they wished me Your weapon need not be so very to hear every word of their conversation. One prompt in the espousal of common property." of them, whose figure strongly identified itself with "I care not for that," I answered, "but for the him who had that night addressed me; stopping individual insult which accompanied your words. suddenly, and raising his voice, saidYou spoke of the Lady Hinda and that Italian "The sons of Italy may boast of the cloudless-(emphasizing his words) whom you passed this ness of their skies, and the beauty of their moon; │night upon the terrace. however, heedless of the consequences, and anxious to redeem my name from the taunt with which a rival had branded it. The stranger and I were soon face to face, my sword he saw reflected the ray of the moon, and the circumstance attracting his eye with the aspect of defiance, in a moment his was unsheathed. "You spoke of Italy," I said calmly, endeavor I did," replied the stranger, "and am equally | Are the daughters of earth in love so mute? ready as desirous to maintain my avowal." "Draw then," I cried, enraged at the calmness and effrontery of my opponent. "I am prepared," he answered sternly, at the same time throwing himself in an attitude of defence. Are their hearts such foes to passion's ties ? Let him turn from Hourie's to woman again As e'er was hymned in Eden's bower. His companion remained apparently a calm disinterested spectator. I was skilful and dexterous in the management of my weapon, and thereThe heavenly sweetness of the notes and lute fore apprehended no fatal consequences. The which accompanied these words; and their sudfirst clash of our weapons, rung in mine ears with den imitation of the subject of my own, excited all the strength of adissuasive appeal from Sybil my admiration of the minstrel, as well as my wonla and the surrounding silence my imagination der. The voice, my heart informed me was peopled with her cries. My antagonist exhibited Hinda's: and while I endeavored to resist the much adroitness in the facility with which he re- influence of its exquisite modulation, I felt myself pelled my attack, and returned my thrusts. The almost a voluntary thrall in its bondage. I contest had hitherto been waged on terms of equal heard no more that night, but the tones of her skill, and so fairly were we matched, it seemed as voice aided as they were by the despondthough fortune was unable to mark the victor. Aing sentiment of the words dwelt so deeply contingency however soon decided the uncertain-in my memory, that they mingled with my I awoke the next morning, much ty produced by equal ability and courage. His dream. companion who had hitherto remained inert, debilitated by the loss of blood, which I found quickly unsheathed his sword, and though in the upon examination of the wound, had flowed confusion of the moment, I had not observed the abundantly during the night. What cause or action, I too soon felt its consequence. He rapid- justification could I allege, to the inquiries which I ly wheeled round to my side, and imprinting a anticipated from the affectionate Hinda? Fabricadeep wound in my sword-arm, ran from the fieldtion of accident or inadvertence would be absurd, followed by his companion. My antagonist, I and easily detected. I grieved to be the source of must acknowledge was sufficiently honorable not pain to her, who I feared already felt but too solito avail himself of the advantage which the citously in my behalf; yet the truth must be told, cowardice and stealth of his friend awarded for falsehood or disguise were impossible as vain. him. The wound completely disarmed me, and I descended in the morning to the room where the sword dropped from my hand. My indigna- her family were assembled; and the nearest of my tion was edged with hatred, when I contemplated ties could not have been more ardent or sincere in the meanness of the blow which disabled me. the expression of regret. Being closely interrogaThe night was stilly and beautifully luminous, and ted, I was compelled to disclose the truth, and as I as I regarded the placid orb which seemed almost spoke of the stranger with whom I had engaged; to single me out as the object of her gaze; a the blood completely forsook Hinda's cheek, and thousand recollections which her image revived she sank upon an ottoman; not to protract my rushed upon me; and I stood for some moments narrative, suffice it to say, I grieved when I obserin a trance, regardless of the blood which trickled ved from that fatal morning her buoyancy and copiously from the wound. The first object which complexion desert her; too late I saw that that awoke me to a sense of my situation, was my insidious ruiner-love, had possessed her heart, sword silvered with the moon's reflection; and while amid the intoxicating voluptuousness of eagerly snatching it from the ground, apprehen- oriental manner; and the seductions of beauty and sive of suspicion should I be discovered; I with-society, mine however, it might be overcome drew to my open casement and entered my by the impressions of the east, remained true and apartment. I endeavored to staunch the blood faithful to Italy. I could scarcely think, amid with a tight ligament; and throwing myself on the general topics which constituted our intermy couch, forgetful of the recent adventure, or course, that an expression of love had dropped the severity of iny wound; my thoughts wan- from my lips, to authorize the solicitude she dered back to my betrothed. The rank and felt, or the supposition that she enchained me. beauty by which I had been surrounded, so far from distracting my recollections of her, imposed upon the conscience of the absent lover the memory of his mistress, as an imperative duty. "I would not have thee now, fair maid," I said to myself, "to see this blood that flows, for all the wealth or siniles of the Houri's Paradise." My soliloquy was interrupted by the following which issued from an adjoining apartment: That heart is truant; and deep its wiles From that fatal morning, her health declined, the glow of youth forsook her; and I could plainly see lurking beneath the faint smile with which she endeavored to conceal her feelings, that her heart was a victim to the blow which was wasting and prostrating her beauty. I accused myself with bitterness, for the few and happy hours I had enjoyed, but my repentance sounded in mine own ears as absurd and malignant, as the sorrow of the executioner when the severed head lies beneath his axe. My wound was rapidly recovering; but alas! the symptoms of Hinda's illness each day becoming more aggravated, seemed in mine eyes a stern re buke for the renovation and return of my own could scarcely breathe, a dim perplexing veil strength. Oh how I wished Sybilla and myself shrouded my vision, and a thick rapid palpitation had never parted, or that the too susceptible Hin- suspended my utterance. Mechanically and unda had never listened to the unconscious power of consciously I followed her father, and entered the my words. I can scarcely credit my own super-chamber of the sick, the dying. stition when I ponder on it; but believe me it was true, as the pangs I felt can but too well testify, Each day as I was compelled to witness the gradu al decline of Hinda, the possibility of a melancholy conformity of fate between her and Sybilla, flashed on my mind, leaving it a desert, without even the power of thought. The omen felt was almost true; and how has its fearful truth been realized? Her whom I expected to see only weakened by the inroad of disease, I have found a maniac, a condition worse than death; for the grave extinguishes all hope of sympathy or interest; its jaws are the last flood-gates of vitality or feeling. But Sybilla with the aspect and motion of life, disdains the claims and obligations of nature, and shuns the being she once loved and embraced. The associations of death are always melancho ly and powerful; but his power derives a fierce uncompromising energy, and his sting the additional sharpness of cruelty, when we contemplate, youth his victim; severed from life and light, in the buoyancy of spirit; the duration with which its sanguine temperament had adorned transiency; the joys which acquired an additional ardor and glow from the hope and happiness with which it participated them; and the melancholy sigh which it offers as its last tribute to the declining sun whose rise it shall never more witness; and to those ties from which it already feels a cold and merciless hand inch by inch detaching it. These were my feelings upon my entrance in the chamber; and when I looked on the pale and wasted Hinda, feeling was soon exchanged for and relievPardon this digression of my feelings. I was ed by tears. The chamber had all the appalling now considered by the generosity of my host rather solemnity and silence of death within it, which as an inmate of his mansion, than a stranger; and never fails in impressing even the most callous I could have been guilty of suicide, when the mi- heart, with an awful sense of the spectral monarch, "serable father one day descending from her cham-whose sacrifice is the corse, and whose altar is the ber, approached me; and said, his eyes almost obscured by tears. Seignior Bertuccio, my daughter, my lovely Hinda is dying." "Is there no hope?" cried I. " 'None," replied the frantic father. "What may be her disease?" I inquired, the question hanging almost powerless on my lips, and sounding in mine own ears the charge of hy pocrisy. "Consumption, her attendants say," replied her father, "consumption in its most rapid and aggra vated modification." "Oh! how I wished that moment, the visible worm of the malady were gnawing at my own heart; the unconscious immolator of the young, the passionate, the beautiful. I had often heard of that utter atrophy which mercilessly assails the heart, whose affections are not returned; but could I ever have imagined, iny words, my thoughtless words, were to prove the wings of its speed; or to infuse venom into the adder's tongue? bed of sickness. I looked on her. Great heavens! how changed. Her prominentexpressive features, uniform associate of consumption, produced by the had assumed that ghastly projection which is the gradual retreat of the flesh from the bone; her eye was keen, sunken, and vivid, and her hand a perfect model of beauty and symmetry wasted and emaciated. She waved it feebly, but oh! how gracefully, as a signal for all to retire, the gesture was obeyed; and had I stood before a tribunal, whose voice was condemnation, or its fiat omnipotence, I could not have trembled more than now. She motioned me to approach her bed-side, I obey ed, and collecting her feeble and decaying energies, laying her hand on mine she thus addressed me. Seignior, they tell me I am dying, and I would not demand an heavier penalty at thy hands, than thy prayers for my heedlessness, my folly, and my youth. I loved thee, and the words which the forms, the delicacy and the ceremony of life would have made me blush to pronounce, fall now with greater sincerity and truth, from the consciousness that they may be my last." I could not refrain, the tears flowed in profusion on her hand. In this melancholy declining state, she continued for a few months. The anguish of her respected father and friends was intense and unspeakable; "You weep," she said. "Oh! that these tears and while I endeavored to alleviate their sorrow, had fallen before the blow was struck, or Hinda I felt that like the vampire. I was but sparing the re-felt its keenness. When the flower is withered, it lics of the corse when I had robbed it of its last sus-feels the weeping of the cloud but mockery; it taining drop. I esteemed the dying Hinda for her in- may refresh the Earth; but consumption and the tellect and beauty; and though I felt it my duty to canker have already withered the root. I knew remain to the last, and witness the fearful struggle not as since I have heard, that you were betrothed of vitality and death; worlds!" worlds, would I to another, otherwise I should have deemed our have given, so heavily did my superstition press on intercourse a guilty one, the more guilty for the my mind, to return once again to Italy, and relieve prescriptive right of acceptance or rejection, which my doubts with regard to Sybilla. The medical society has bestowed on our sex. Every word attendants had already announced the approach of you spoke fell on my ear with the ardor of fidelity, the last stage; and judge of my horror and aston- and my heart and mind were alike inflamed and ishment, when the miserable father one day ap-instructed by the impassioned themes you selected, proaching informed me that his daughter Hin- embellished by the purity of your own. Your beda wished my presence. I could not answer, Itrothed is happy, but for the short lived peace and |