LAST VOYAGE OF MARGARET FULLER rushing water, while shivering with the wet,

OSSOLI.

THEY set sail for America from Leghorn in a merchant ship the ill-fated Elizabeth; not, we are assured, without omens and prognostics enough to disturb one ready from childhood upwards to believe in auguries and dreams, and whom suffering and maternity had of late made desponding and afraid :—

"Beware of the sea," had been a singular prophecy, given to Ossoli when a boy, by a fortune-teller, and this was the first ship he had ever set his foot on. * * "I am absurdly fearful," she writes, " and various omens have combined to give me a dark feeling. I am become indeed a miserable coward, for the sake of Angelino. I fear heat and cold, fear the voyage, fear biting poverty. I hope I shall not be forced to be as brave for him, as I have

been for myself, and that if I succeed to rear him, he will be neither a weak nor a bad man. But I love him too much! In case of mishap, I shall perish with my husband and my child, and we may be transferred to some happier

state."

Everything went amiss on this home voyage. The captain sickened and died of confluent small-pox in its most malignant form. The disease then seized Angelino, the child, whose life was despaired of for awhile. He recovered, however; and at last the coast of America was reached. On the very eve of the gers going on shore, a heavy gale arose. The Elizabeth struck on Fire-Island Beach :

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cried passionately; but soon his mother, wrapping him in such garments as were at hand, and folding him to her bosom, sang him to sleep. Celeste too was in an agony of terror, till Ossoli, with soothing words and a long and fervent prayer, restored her to self-control and trust. Then calmly they rested, side by side, exchanging kindly partings and sending messages to friends, if any should survive to be their bearer."

We must pass over the harrowing details of the last night and subsequent morning; the projects, the deliberations and the rescue of one or two of the little company. Enough to say, that no plan or proposition to save her would induce Margaret to be parted from her husband or her child. The rest will be quickly told :

with the rising tide, the gale swelled once more "It was now half past three o'clock, and as, to its former violence, the remnants of the barque fast yielded to the resistless waves. The cabin and the stern settled out of sight. Soon, too, went by the board, the after-parts broke up,

the forecastle was filled with water, and the

helpless little band were driven to the deck, where they clustered round the foremast. Presently, even this frail support was loosened from the hull, and rose and fell with every billow. It was plain to all that the final moment drew swiftly nigh. Of the four seamen who still stood by the passengers, three were as efficient as any among the crew of the Elizabeth. These were the steward, carpenter, and cook. The fourth was an old sailor, who, broken down by hardship and sickness, was going home to die. These men were once again persuading Margaret, Ossoli, and Celeste, to try the planks, which they held ready in the lee of the ship, and the steward, by whom Nino was so much beloved, had just taken the little fellow in his arms, with the pledge that he would save him or die, when a sea struck the forecastle, and the foremast fell, carrying with it the deck and all upon it. The steward and Angelino were washed upon the beach, both dead, though warm, some twenty minutes after. The cook and carpenter were thrown far upon the foremost, and saved themselves by swimming. Celeste and Ossoli caught for a moment by the rigging, but the next wave swallowed them up. Margaret sank at once. When last seen she had been seated at the foot of the foremast, still clad in her white night-dress, with her hair fallen loose upon her shoulders. It was over-that twelve hours' communion, face to face, with Death! It was over! and the prayer was granted, 'that Ossoli, Angelino, and I, may go together, and that the anguish may be brief!""

"At the first jar, the passengers, knowing but too well its fatal import, sprang from their berths. Then came the cry of "Cut away," followed by the crash of falling timbers, and the thunder of the seas, as they broke across the deck. In a moment more the cabin skylight was dashed in pieces by the breakers, and the spray, pouring down like a cataract, put out the lights, while the cabin door was wrenched from its fastenings, and the waves swept in and out. One scream, one only, was heard from Margaret's stateroom; and Sumner and Mrs. Hasty, meeting in the cabin, clasped hands, with these few but touching words: "We must die."—"Let us die calmly, then." "I hope so, Mrs. Hasty." It was in the gray dusk, and amid the awful tumult, that the companions in misfortune met. The side of the cabin to the leeward had already settled under water; and furniture, trunks, and fragments of the skylight were floating to and fro; while the inclined position of the floor made it difficult to stand; and every sea as it broke over the bulwarks, splashed in through the open roof. The windward cabin-walls, however, still yielded partial shelter, and against it, seated side by side, half leaning backwards, with feet braced upon the long table, they awaited what next should come. At first, Nino, Guilt, though it may attain temporal splenalarmed at the uproar, the darkness, and the dor, can never confer real happiness.

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THE INSUBORDINATE OFFICER AND PRIVATE SOLDIER.

THE INSUBORDINATE OFFICER AND

PRIVATE SOLDIER.

"He is my servant, sir," replied Norman, with considerable embarrassment.

"And on that account, I presume, you mean that he should, so far as you are concerned, be made the greater example of." "Yes, Colonel. I would propose that half

a

"Do you, sir?" observed the Colonel, with sneer.

"Your opinion, Ensign Fullerton?" "Five hundred lashes, or join the line." "Monster!" muttered Norman, scarce knowing what he did.

NEXT morning the regiment was, as usual, mustered for parade. Desertions and debaucheries had caused irregularities in the attend-of his pay be stopped, and that he should ance, and repeated orders had been issued have extra drill for a week." that all should be ready to fall in precisely at the appointed hour. Disobedience to these orders had been severely punished, even when the delay was trifling, as the commanding officer had announced his determination to exact minute submission. Just as the hour was striking, a soldier was seen rushing from the barrack toward the square, and he could have taken his place in perfect time for the roll, had not two of the picket crossed bayonets as he advanced. Indignant at the obstruction, the soldier dashed himself, with all his might, against the barrier, and got through; but immediately half-a-dozen other bayonets flashed before his path, and, in the irritation of the moment, he furiously attempted to brave them also.

"Make him prisoner!" cried the Colonel, who, seated on horseback, had observed the whole scene.

The soldier resisted this, too, and struck about him right and left, but of course was overpowered.

"Bring him here!" shouted the Colonel; and, turning to the adjutant and some other officers who were near him, said, "You, gentlemen, come forward and form a drum-head court-martial."

The court-martial was formed instantaneously, and the culprit was placed in front, and, to Norman Hamilton's horror, that culprit was Andrew Henderson.

"Who was speaking just now?" demanded the Colonel.

"Ensign Hamilton called Ensign Fullerton a monster," answered the adjutant.

"Indeed! One thing in hand at one time. I'll speak as to that question presently;" and the Colonel looked as black as midnight. "Come, gentlemen, your opinion," And, one by one said that they agreed with Ensign Fullerton.

"I agree with the ensign, too," added the commander: "but in respect that this is a peculiar case, I would rather that the alternative of the line were omitted and the punishment made absolute. Do you concur in this amendment, gentlemen?"

The gentlemen nodded.

"I think we have some other punishments ordered for to-day."

"Nine, sir," replied the adjutant. "Let this man's take place the first to-morrow morning, then."

And Andrew was carried away and placed in the guard-room.

"Ensign Hamilton," resumed the Colonel, addressing Norman, "this regiment has hitherto been distinguished for the superior courtesy of its officers in their intercourse with one another; and I do not see that any apology that you can offer to Ensign Fullerton, although it might be satisfactory to him, would be respectful to the -—-shire Militia, or to his majesty's service."

"I mean to offer none," replied Norman. "Do you, sir, mean deliberately to insult a brother officer by calling him a mouster?"

"I call things by their right names; and I say here boldly-nay, gentlemen, be ye friends or foes, I can take no hints since matters have come to this pass-I say that to sentence a poor man to five hundred lashes for a trifling mistake like this is downright cruelty, and the work of monsters and of monsters only."

"By heaven," vociferated the Colonel, "I now see through it all! I could not understand how the men have been so insubordinate of late. I have marked this young gentleman looked disapprovingly when our court-martials met; and of course the men have seen that he thinks them ill-used. Sir, I think there is no set of officers bearing his majesty's commission that are more lenient than those of theshire Militia. We let our orders

Hamilton, from my soul I pity you," said Lieutenant Arnold. "You will lose your com-guard-house, and calls out in a loud voice, mission to a certainty."

Kind and benevolent propensities were the original growth of the heart of man; and, however checked and overtopped by counter inclinations that have since sprung up within us, have still some force in the worst of tempers, and a considerable influence on the best. Some in their discourse desire rather commendation of wit, in being able to hold all arguments, than of judgment in discerning what is true; as if it were a praise to know what might be said, and not what should be said.

FRAZEE, THE ARTIST.

MR. FRAZEE was a native of Brunswick, New Jersey, where he passed his youth at hard labor on a farm, and subsequently adopted the trade of a stone-cutter, which employment developed the genius which afterward led to the celebrity he so signally deserved. He removed to this city about the year 1820, opened a shop, and soon outstripped all competitors in the beauty and finish of his monuments, tables, ornamented mantels, and the delicacy of his lettering. For many years he had few rivals and no superior in his profession, and orders beset him from all quarters in this country, and many from foreign countries. His success in this department was complete, and satisfied all his reasonable expectations.

He next turned his attention to sculpture, and, at the request of the Bar of New York, was employed in the Mural Tablet and Bust of John Welles, which fills a conspicuous place in St. Paul's Church. This is considered by connoisseurs as the most elaborate and highly fiinished piece of sculpture ever wrought in America.

This production, with others, which he subsequently executed, attracted the attention of the trustees of the Boston Athenæum, and at their request, in 1834, he proceeded thence, and modelled a series of busts of eminent men in that city, which now adorn that classic repository. They were of Webster, Bowditch, Prescott, Story, J. Lowell, and T. H. Perkins. Afterward he went, by special order, to Richmond, where he produced the renowned likeness of John Marshall, copies of which adorn the court-rooms of New York, New Orleans, and the capitol of Virginia. On his return he visited President Jackson, at whose house he executed an inimitable head of that extraordinary man.

the finishing touch to the bust of Gen. Jack-
son, which had remained in his studio seventeen
years, without an order for completion. This
was in November last, and while assiduously
at work, his mallet fell from his hand, and his
worn-out body followed it to the floor.
"Peace to the memory of a man of worth."

[N. Y. Times.

THE MIGHTY MAGICIAN.

He stood upon the summit of a mount,
Waving a wand above his head uplifted;
And smote the ground, whence gushed, as from a fount,
A sparkling stream, with magic virtues gifted.

It fill'd the air with music as it leapt,
Merrily bounding over hill and hollow;
And swiftly to the distant plain it swept,
Gurgling a challenge to the birds to follow.
Onward and onward, parting as it ran

A thousand streamlets from the parent river,
It roll'd among the farthest haunts of man,
Wooing the sunlight on its breast to quiver.

Where'er it flow'd, it fed the desert earth
With wholesome aliment, its seeds to nourish;
Quickening its treasures into rapid birth,

And bidding golden harvests spring and flourish.

Fair thriving cities rising on its banks,
Gather'd the noble, and enrich'd the humble;
Throng'd with the happy in their various ranks,
They rear'd proud domes that ages scarce could crumble.

The Great Magician from his lofty height
Beheld the world, with boundless plenty teeming,
And his eye kindled with a sense of might,
Proudly, yet softly, at the prospect gleaming.

"I've wrought," he cried, "rich blessings for mankind;
I've thrill'd with happiness the hearts of mourners;
And Fame will waft upon her wings of wind
The deeds of PEACE to earth's remotest corners!"

ARABIAN IDEAS OF ENGLISH TRAVELLERS.

Their general opinion of an English traveller is, that he is either a lunatic or a magician; a lunatic, if, on closely watching his movements, they discover he pays little attention to things around him; a confirmed lunatic, if he goes out sketching, and spends his time in spoiling good paper with scratches and hieroglyphics; Among his other productions were heads of and a magician, when inquisitive about ruins, General Lafayette, in 1824, De Witt Clinton, and given to picking up stones and shells, John Jay,Bishop Hobart, Dr.Milnor, Dr.Stearns, gathering sticks and leaves of bushes, or buyNathaniel Prime, George Griswold, Eli Hart,&c. ing up old bits of copper, iron and silver. În The monument, however, which is destined these cases he is supposed, by aid of his magi to perpetuate his fame is that classic structure, cal powers, to convert stones and shells into the New York Custom House. This edifice diamonds of immense price; and the leaves and was commenced in 1834 by another gentleman, sticks are charms, by looking at which he can who, when he had finished the base, abandon-bestow comforts upon his friends and snakes ed the work and withdrew his plans. Mr. and pestilence upon his luckless enemies. If Frazee was obliged to commence de novo, and a traveller pick up a stone and examine it in 1843 had completed a work which is the carefully, he will be sure to have at his tail a admiration of his own countrymen and all in-host of malapert little boys deriding him, teiligent Europeans who visit us. though keeping at a very respectful distance, During the erection of the Custom House, in deference to his magical powers. Should from the dampness of its material and concom- he indeed turn round suddenly and pursue them itant causes, he contracted a disorder which a few steps, they fly in an agony of fear, the caused paralysis, from which he never recover-very veins in their naked little legs almost ed. For several years he held a subordinate bursting, and they never stop to look back till post under the collector; but party discipline demanded its victim, and the architect of that noble structure was driven from the little room which sheltered his enfeebled frame. Proh pudor! Proh dolor!

His last effort with the chisel was in giving

they have got well amongst the crowd again, where, panting for breath, they recount to their auditors the dreadful look that devil of a Frank gave them, making fire come out of his eyes and adders out of his mouth.-Neale's Eight Years in Syria, Palestine, and Asia Minor.