to be closely watched. She found that in the midst of triumph, we may be humbled-in the midst of pleasure, pained; and she resolved to fly from the scene of gaiety, more quickly than she had come. But numerous delays arose, each of which harassed her spirits not less than they retarded her movements. She became at length, so annoyed, as to lose all her bloom, and hear herself as much condoled with, as she had before been congratulated. She felt ill, and was aware that she had a right to expect reproaches from her husband, not less on account of herself, than her child; and whilst in this state of perplexity, was summoned to her carriage by servants whose messages from home increased her distress.

when the basket was deposited in the shade, and he stood on the edge to look over the tremendous precipice, his wonder was immeasurable. He spread away his half acre palms into the air; his anaconda sinuosities uncoiled, and he stood on tiptoes, with his seven feet relieved against the sky, like a saint on the eve of translation. He was already beginning to feel very like an eagle, when his liege mistress pulled him by the coat to recall his wing for her accommodation. She leaned on his arm, and to his utter agony, looked over the brink with the coolness of a mountaineer. He died a thousand deaths, before she could convince him that she was safe. Then, indeed he resumed his character. They stood on the shelf which hangs over the head of the glen, like the arch of a huge caven, holding a dialogue, of which Job's part was simply the insertion of his approving guttural in the right places. Sophy was eloquent; and indeed she might be for the scene would hold up its head in Switzerland. The chasm into which the water falls,

The young mother arrived in time to see the face of her dying child distorted by convulsions, and to meet from her husband, anger, reproach, and contempt. She was terrified to witness the death of the innocent being, she had forsaken in a moment so critical; and bitter was the sorrow and remorse, which arose from offending him, who had hitherto lov-is an abrupt sinking in of a perpendicular seced her so fondly, and esteemed her so highly. These emotions, combining with other causes, soon rendered her the inhabitant of a sick bed, and converted a house so lately the abode of happiness and hope, into a scene of sorrow, anxiety, and death.

· Lady Sophia, after much suffering, recovered her health; but when she left her chamber, she could not help being sensible that her husband's confidence was withdrawn from her, though pity and kindness were shown to her situation. Entire silence about the past, was the utmost act of tenderness to which Mr. Seymour could bring himself on a subject which had wounded him so deeply, and which recurred with renewed pain, when all anxiety was removed for the life of one still dear, but no longer invaluable.

And all this misery,-the fearful prospect of a long life embittered by self-reproach, useless regret, and lost affection, was purchased by a new dress, and an ignorant waiting-maid; a risk so full of danger, and so fatal in effect was incurred, to strike a man already refused, and wound a woman, who never injured her. Such are the despicable efforts of vanity for temporary distinction; and such the deplorable consequences of quitting the tender offices of affection, and transgressing the requisitions of duty.

tion of the mountain to the depth of three hundred feet. There is no gradual falling off as you approach; nothing to make you suspect you are in such a vicinity, till you stand at a moment's notice, on the very brink. With all its amazing depth, the width of the glen is scarcely more than a gallant stag would leap; and, with the indistinctness of its deep shadows, and the dense mist from the fall, a cooler head than our hero's might have fancied it the "descensus Averni."

The lady Sophy was quite too impassioned. She had kept pace with Job's ideas of the grand, and it was enough to lay her up body and soul, in his heart, imperishable as a mummy. But when she looked up and proposed a descent to the bottom, Job was in a perfect parenthesis. He yielded mechanically to the light impulse of her arm, and they reached the bottom in safety. Job looked up and saw a strip of the blue sky, and the water of this fall pouring apparently from its very bosom ; he saw the giant walls piled up around him, and the stream winding away from the basin between the huge fragments of rock, like a vein of silver uncovered by the mighty convulsion of the mountain; he saw every thing but just what he should have seen,-that the lady Sophy had fainted! Her bonnet had been thrown aside; her light hair inclined back from her forehead, and one arm had been stretched towards her companion in a vain attempt to arrest his attention. He discovered her at last, and never was knight in such a quandary. Two minutes were spent in jumping from one rock to another, without any conceivable object; and then making a calabash of his bony hands, with as many holes between his fingers as would have let out the Red Sea, endeavored to get water to the lady's brow. This of course would never do; and with a magnanimous defiance of etiquette Job took her up like a kitten, and dipping her

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thought, word, and deed, and the exuberance of her spirits was so chastened by delicacy and propriety, as to render her a delightful companion. She was not insensible to Montague's virtues, and his offer, though unexpected, was taken under consideration. "May you be as happy as I once was," said Jane, affectionately, and oh! may you never know the pangs which I have known." "Oh," returned Ann, “I am happy with him or without him; but || he has made me believe, that without my favor he should be unhappy, and I could not bear the thought of that, you know." Jane smiled at her sophistry, and thought that Charles had not much to fear.

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Her garden now engrossed her care. was busily engaged in it, when the sudden stopping of the stage coach arrested her attention. She turned towards it, shrieked "Alfred Manton,” and sunk to the earth. He did not see her, but went into the house, where, not

ness came over his heart, but he durst not inquire the meaning of the change. Jane summoned all her self-control to compose herself for the meeting: she entered by the garden door, and saw Alfred mute and motionless." When their feelings found utterance, they could only learn from each other that both had passed through the furnace of affliction, and come forth with hearts purified, but unchanged. The trials they had suffered were their daily theme of conversation.-And while Alfred's aspirations of praise rose to the throne of Heaven, that utter desolation had not entered the house where he had passed the morning of his life, he mourned the loss of Mr. and Mrs. Smith as the loss of the good are always mourned,-and did indeed shed tears of brotherly sorrow' over the grave of Charles.

forsake you." Mrs. Smith did not long survive || this second shock. She felt her end approaching without one regret, except for Jane, and committing her to the care of Heaven, quietly passed away. Jane was now quite overpowered, and as she had no motive for action, she fell into a listless stupor. From this she was aroused to a painful sense of her situation, and it was at this period, that she so emphatically exclaimed, I am alone in the world.' As she inherited the patrimony, she was solicited by the sympathizing villagers for permission for their new pastor to reside at the parsonage.She acquiesced in their arrangements, and soon found herself a boarder in a strange family, in her own house. But the attentions of this family, particularly those of the pastor's cheerful, happy daughter, soothed her feelings. Ann Wilson was a girl of great vivacity, accompanied by acute penetration. She felt for Jane's sorrows, and she possessed the happy talent of adapting her remarks to time and cir-meeting with one familiar face, a deadly sickcumstances, in the best possible manner, to beguile her melancholy. The youthful heart, like the tender vine, must cling to some object for support. Jane already felt less alone in the world,' and when she received a letter from her new brother, Charles, as she loved to call him, informing him that unexpected business would soon call him through the village, she remembered her father's assurance, and thought that the wind was indeed tempered to her. Hope now took possession of her breast. felt a holy confidence that Alfred would be restored to her. While reason told her that every day added new causes for doubt and despair, she sometimes endeavored to convince herself of the absurdity of her hopes, but they still remained. "Oh! Jane," said her gay friend, one morning, "I have had the strangest dream-I thought that I was to be married Jane's trials are already known; an abbrevito Mr. Montague, that you were to be brides- ation of Alfred's shall be given. "Our voyage" maid, and Alfred, groomsman." "And does said he, 66 was prosperous and delightful, this exhilarate you so? you forget that dreams until one day when off the coast of Florigo by contraries." "For my own part," re- da, we discovered a strange vessel, which turned Ann, "I should choose they should, whether we sailed fast or slow, seemed to keep but for your sake, I am willing to put faith in at precisely the same distance from us. This them." As spring approached, Mr. Montague alarmed our fears, but when night was closing again mentioned in one of his postscripts, that in, we hoped, by spreading all our sail, to rid Jane might soon expect to see him. She com- ourselves of her unwelcome company. municated the intelligence to Ann, and added, spite of our efforts she gained upon us, and all "will you believe that you have become an our fears were realised when she commenced object of jealousy? I cannot think his sober firing. We defended ourselves as well as we affection for me would prompt him so soon to could, but were soon boarded by the pirate's repeat his visit." Oh, quiet your fears, I crew, when such a scene followed as I will not beseech you, there is little danger of such a attempt to describe. I had charge of a large giddy girl as I am, making any impression on sum of specie which the Captain had secreted such a saint as Mr. Montague; besides, dreams for me. After extorting from him the place "Well, we go by contraries, you know." of concealment for that and the other money, shall see," replied Jane; "you are gay, but they murdered him in the most barbarous mannot giddy, and he is not always so serious as when sympathizing with the child of affliction." When he arrived, Jane rejoiced to find that those affections, which nothing but her superior prudence had prevented from being wrecked, were to be bestowed on her new friend. Gay as Ann Wilson was, she was pure in

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While the crew were sharing the same fate, I endeavored to prepare my mind to meet death with fortitude. Till that moment, I knew not the extent of your power over me; your immage gave eloquence to my tongue, and persuasion to my lips. I pleaded for life so earnestly, as to awaken the last spark of

pity in the pirates breast. They bound me, took me on board their vessel, scuttled ours and hurried away. "None are all evi.". Though they could not liberate me without endangering themselves, they never offered further violence, nor even suffered me to witDess any, but left me concealed in one of the West India Islands, (as I suppose) when they went on their piratical cruises, bat so strictly guarded as to preclude all possibility of escape or information. Their day of retribution is come; they have been taken by surprise, and now await the sentence of the law. How are the good and ill of this life blended together. My long residence in that genial climate has had the most favorable effects: I am restored to health, and to you, and I should be ungrateful to repine." Ere the close of Autumn, Jane | had exchanged her sable weed for the bridal wreath, and Montague was summoned to share in the nuptial festivities. While he and Ann attended them to the altar, the latter archly whispered, "Dreams go by contraries ;" and Jane smiled gracefully, as she answered "The wind is tempered to the shorn lamb, and I am no longer alone in the world."

MISCELLANY,

If she be not fair for me,

What care I how fair she be. Somewhere out of the world, and in Vermont, my college chum was christened Job. It was the first word I ever heard him speak. He entered the room to my infinite dismay, the evening of my admission, surmounted by a chair, a table and a pine chest, which he deposited with great deliberation; then advancing to the centre, and passing_his_right|| foot to the rear, he ejaculated Job Clark, and stood in stalu quo for a reply.

His personal appearance was decidedly Vermontese. He had a huge angular frame, probably seven feet in length; though, from rigidly observing the line of beauty, his perpendicular || upon the plumb line would be five and a fraction. His face was large and irregular, and|| set with a nose like a crude amethyst. There was but one feature of Job's outer man that indicated the vein he afterwards exhibited; his eyes were of a light blue, very deeply seated, and in better company would have been expressive. I am not sure that he was aware of this beauty; or indeed that he had any personal vanity. If there was any partiality in his regard for his perfections, it leaned rather to his hair. Of this I have one solitary eviidence. He would raise his hand on Sundays and holidays, and closing his two fingers on the small portion that graced his temples, coax it to an incipient curl. It resumed its position on Monday, and the point was never insisted on. During the first year, his attention to his studies would have been no scandal to a Cameronian; and of his temper, I need only say, that it was proof against a Freshman ordeal. His principles too,peculiar though they were,

be kept inviolate; and crucifying the passion for variety, he levelled every thesis with exemplary pertinacity, at vice and novel reading.

He had singular misgivings on the tendency of women, and considered poetry as a wile of the devil.

I came in one beautiful summer night, and Job was reading Byron ! If he had strapped a razor on his bible, I should have been less surprized. He was sitting bolt upright, gazing with intense eagerness on the book, aad rocking to and fro like an incarnate hexameter.

It was indeed a marvel. He had never to my knowledge, committed an apostrophe ; he had never outraged the blank leaves of his algebra with a rhyme; and on women and leather shoe strings, he was perfectly incorrigible. From this time Job Clark lived in a new world. He was like a man just couched for a cataract. He had never stopped to look at a glow-worm, nor had women and sunsets ever reminded him of Paradise and the Peris.

He was essentially blind, and now that he could see, his great Green Mountain heart was as full as a toy shop. Every thing was beautiful; and every thing went through his veins like a whole river of electricity.

If the sun came out of a cloud, Job popped into a reverie; and as to the moon, he was a perfect heathen-he worshipped her like an Ephesian.

In the full progress of this vein, he was under the necessity of leaving college to recruit his funds. The situation of tutor in a gentleman's family offered itself and he took up his march on foot for a romantic situation in the neighborhood of the Catskill.

It was the first time he had been abroad since his metepmsychosis; and, of course, it was like travelling in a new star. He treasured up mountains, rivers, and green fields, till his memory was like a painter's port folio.

He would sit down by the way side; and with a mere brook for a thread of association, the whole map of his pocket Arcadia expanded before him, and he revelled in roses like a very Persian.

The new Tutor was soon domesticated.His duties, were few, and in themselves delightful. A family of intelligent children for pupils, and a gentleman and lady of a high order of refinement, were better materials for happiness than had ever before fallen to his lot. Why did I leave out the beautiful Sophy? Simply because she is a whole paragraph by herself, and because I am not sure that I ought to class her with Job's comforts.

She was just seventeen; and as perfect a litle Venus as ever trifled with Dan Cupid. She certainly had no more gravity than a child; but her mind was a perfect wonder.

She fairly reasoned Job out of his logic, and puzzled him with problems, and out-flew all his romance, and anticipated all his philosophy.

If she raised her little hand for emphasis, he despaired of his position; and if she looked up at a quotation, he knew it was wrong. She

was a practical botanist; and he followed her in her rambles, and carried her specimens with the obedience of a familiar. He was always ready to attend her; and, when she threw her little figure npon a moss bank after a morning's wandering, and took off her bonnet to let thesenting draperies, and mouldings of inimitable

cool wind play in her hair, he was the happiest of men; for then she would answer all his questions, and explain all feelings, and understand all his unutterables, without once laughing at grotesque earnestness.

One day in the decline of summer, an excursion was projected to the Cauterskill Falls. They were several miles distant, and early | in the morning Miss Sophy's basket was committed to Job, and the family was in motion. There was not much said by the party; but their faces were all lighted up, and the green path had an unusual elasticity. Miss Sophy tripped forward occasionally for a flower, and then Job made a huge stride or two by way of sympathy but the rest kept quietly on, content with the joyous leap of their pulses, and the sweetness of the mountain air.

TO BE CONCLUDED IN OUR NEXT.

66 angry with him; but, when he added, that "thing called a minister, he called me that 66 thing, which, of all things, he himself wish"ed most to be; and, therefore," said Lord "North, "I took it as a compliment."-Butler's Reminiscences.

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How to drive a Hog.-The following story is told by Matthews the Comedian. When travelling in Ireland," said he, "I met a countryman driving a hog along the highway, and wishing for amusement, I asked him where he was driving it to." "Hush; now, your honor, said he, whist; do, and be aisy." "But," said I, "Pat, where are you going with that hog?" "O your honor, do be aisy, and if you must know, come closer and I'll tell you; I am going to Cork, but he thinks I want him to go to Killarney.

Force of habit.-Many instances of the ruling passion strong in death," are given by a recent writer in describing New South Wales, which has been colonised by English convicts. The most daring rogues, still retain their preeminence over their companions, and exercise that influence which is accorded to genius and talents. There are, always, among a cargo of convicts, a few who pretend to have reformed their lives. Among other instances of their bare-faced hypocracy, the writer mentions one "who, on arriving at Sydney, was in the last stage of consumption, and unable to set up without fainting. This expiring wretch, who grasped his bible to the last, mustered strength enough, while the hospital man was drawing on his trowsers, to stretch out his pale trembling hand towards the others waistcoat pocket, and actually to pick it of a comb and pen knife: the next morning he was a corpse." Quarterly Review.

THE TALISMAN.

WORCESTER, SATURDAY, APRIL 19, 1828. Our readers may dismiss any apprehensions of being annoyed with the discussion of political questions, although we propose occupying a paragraph, occasionally, with matter wearing an editorial dress. We should as soon think of entertaining a refined audience with a bull-bait or boxing-match, as of intruding into a work, like this, the wrangling of political partizans, or the abuse of political opponents, which fill so many columns of our cotemporary journals. Our object is to instruct and amuse, and the most we propose to do in regard to the passing events of our day, is, to give a brief summary, from time to time, of such of them as will be most likely to interest our readers.

The news from Europe has become, of late, extremely interesting, and from the events which have already transpired there, the mind is in suspense in regard to the probable result of the present state of affairs. From the last arrivals, it appears, that although it is uncertain whether war has actually broken out, notwithstanding the report that Turkey had declared war against Russia, yet a storm seems gathering in the East, which threatens to desolate those ill-fated regions. Constantinople has become a complete camp, and the numbers of Turkish troops are daily increasing. The Sultan has addressed a Manifesto to the followers of Mahomet, to rise in defence of their Origin of Newspapers." Renauldot, a phy-religion, and they are already rallying around sician, first published at Paris, in 1631, a Gazette, so called from Gazetto, a coin of Venice paid for reading manuscript News. In more early times the English nobility had correspondents abroad on purpose to write what were called "Letters of News." The first Newspaper ever published in America was the Boston News Letter," in 1704.

the standard of the Prophet. The East seems ready to pour its merciless hordes upon the provinces of the West. On the other hand, the European Powers are not altogether inactive. Russia is embodying her forces, and some of her troops are moving towards the threatened region. The French and British Governments can hardly be inactive spectators of any rupture between Russia and Turkey, and the deep interest which all the European governments must feel in such a contest, must render the result of the present state of affairs of immense importance to the world. We

We may confidently hope to see Greece delivered from her oppressors, and the cross soon A crisis in the triumphing over the crescent. affairs of the East seems approaching, and the public await the event with deep solicitude.