knew too well the fiery tompor of his visiter, to offer to remonstrate, and therefore stepped up stairs, slipped on the remainder of his clothes, took his two-handed sword from the wall, and throwing his red cloak around him, departed with Ruprecht, who bent his steps towards the city prison. At a signal given by Ruprecht, they were instantly admitted, and Gortz was conducted down into a spacious vault, containing a large table, and a lamp which cast an uncertain and flickering light around, and shewed that part of the tiled floor was fresh strewed with saw dust. "Ha!" cried the headsinan, as his eyes glanced on these preparations," here is some more nightly practice, another to be sent on his journey without priest or prayer-who can this be?" "Hold thy peace, Gortz," said Ruprecht, sternly," and wait hero till I return to thee." He disappeared as he spoke, through a small door on one side of the vault, and presently the headsman heard the voices of men in altercation. | Ruprecht appeared, each holding an arm of cloak. The whole scene was worthy the "Down on thy knees, old drugger" cried Franz," and commend thy soul to thy patron saint." The Italian obeyed this order, but as he did so, he cast an impressive look on his tormentors, and his aged face was illumined by a smile, which they could not divine the meaning of; for it seemed to them somewhat strange, that he who had pleaded so earnestly for his life but a few moments before, should now meet death with apparent resignation.— Castruccio calmly bowed his head to receive the fatal stroke, and one of the brothers giving a signal to Gortz, the headsman stepped up to the side of his victim, and unsheathed his tremendous weapon, which flashed brightly in the lamp light. Another moment and the headless trunk of the old man fell convulsed upon the floor of the dungeon, while the head itself rolled to the feet of Franz, the eyes remaining open,and the countenance still retain "They are wringing a confession from the poor wretch," muttered Gortz, as he moved towards the dungeon, and applied his car to the door. "Have mercy on me, and I will disclose all," said a feeble voice within."Quick then," replied the voice of Ruprecht, "for one waits without, who will render all thy riches valueless, if thou art obstinate."Gortz kept his ear closer to the door, that he might not loose a word that the prisoner shoulding its dubious expression. disclose, and heard the same feeble voice reply thus. Gentlemen, I protest before God, that what wealth I possess, is not worth your acceptance; but such as it is it shall be at your disposal, so that you will suffer me to depart to my own country to morrow." 66 "We have sworn it to thee," replied Ruprecht and his companion, whom Gortz knew to be his brother Franz. "Then harken to me," said the same faint voice," ye know the ruined chapel in the valley on the opposite bank of the Rhine ?" "We do!" bles I feared to keep in my own dwelling." Pshaw!" said Franz, spurning the mireraaple relic with his foot, "this old rogue hath died as firmly as St. Paul himself; let us away, Ruprecht, and you, Gortz, get ye home-here is a purse for thy work." "I thank your honor," said the executioner, taking the money," and I hope the job was done to your satisfaction." "Shrewdly performed," said both the brothers. Gortz departed, his head filled with the singular confession which he had overheard in the dungeon. He proceeded homeward Against one of the broken pillars stands a and returned to his bed, from which he had tomb; within it are placed what few valua-been so lately roused, but not to sleep, for his thoughts were bent on the treasure that the Italian had spoken of. He ruminated on the subject until morning, when he bethought himself, that by visiting the place that eve 66 Good," said Franz, with bitter emphasis,-"thou hast made thy confession, and thou canst not die at a better time; prepare thyself old, man, for thou hast not many min-ning he might probably anticipate the brothutes to live." A faint cry of distress, followed by a noise of struggling, obliged Gortz to quit his station and return to the middle of the vault. He had hardly regained when the door of the dungeon opened, and Franz and ers, who would not depart on the expedition till after dark. But then if they should detect him in the act of bearing away the treasure, his life would be sacrificed to their fury.— Still 'twas worth some risk, and if he succeeded in his enterprise, a few hours hard ridin would carry him over the frontiers, far beyond the reach of their vengeance. He resolved to risk every thing; and in the evening. before the city gates were shut, Gortz departed upon his expedition, well armed with sword and dagger. From a peasant who lived at a short distance from the city, he borrowed a wheel-barrow, and an iron bar to force open the tomb, together with a pickaxe and a a spade. He was soon wafted across the Rhine, and just as the moon was rising he ascended the hill, and entered the ruin described by the old man. The evening was serene and beautiful, not a breath of air rippled the clear stream of the Rhine below, and the full orb of the moon shed a holy light upon the waters, and glistened on the damaged tombs and pillars of the ruined chapel, where a long forgotten race had for many years mingled with their kindred dust. The headsman knew that no time should be lost, so grasping his iron bar, he was just about to commence his work of spoilation when the sound of voices in high dispute caused his blood to chill and his whole frame to shake like one in an ague fit. To hide his wheel barrow and tools behind a tomb, and to crouch himself behind another, was but the work of a moment and luckily was it for the headsman that he acted so promptly, for he had scarcely concealed himself, when the figures of Franz and Ruprecht appeared in the moonlight. "I tell thee, Franz," said one," that I will not part with the share I have appropriated to myself but with my life. Am not 1 the elder brother? did I not first broach the scheme to thee, and did I not——." “Thou art a fool, Ruprecht-ay, a fool and a cheat; one who can pick out tasks of danger for others, but who fears to act himself. Greedy dog, by this light I shall henceforth be ashamed to call thee, brother." "Sirrah," cried Ruprecht passionately, "I cannot brook this from thee. Silence, or by the Three Kings I shall be tempted to chastise thee on the spot." A contemptuous "Pish!" was the only answer to his threat; but ere the echo of it had subsided, Ruprecht raising his hand smote his brother to the ground with great violence. Franz however, quickly raised himself, plucked his sword from its scabbard and rushed furiously on Ruprecht. Their weapons met with a clash so loud that an owl, which sat upon the wall above them, flew to a distance with a loud scream of affright. The fight con tinued for some few moments, during which Gortz, kept his eye upon the combatants, whose figures he could easily distinguish as the moon was fast ascending the heavens. At length, Franz fell pierced through the body, and after a few struggles, lay dead at the feet of his brother. Wiping his bloody sword on his brother's cloak, the fratricide sheathed his weapon and proceeded to force off the top of the tomb. The iron rang loudly against the head stone, and presently the huge slab was thrown over by the vigorous arm of Ruprecht. "Now," thought Gortz, "if I had my espadon here I would cleave thee to the chine and seize upon the treasure; but the bodkin I have with me is of no service against one so well skilled in fence." At that moment Ruprecht entered the tomb and Gortz expected to see him quickly issue from it with the treasure, when lo! a report of a piece of heavy ordance broke upon the stillness of the night, and a huge column of smoke ascended from the tomb into the clear moonlight, while a heavy mass fell close by the terrified Gortz.-The headsman could no longer remain concealed, and starting from his hiding place he rushed out and stumbled over a human body; he looked down and beheld the scorched and blackened carcas of Ruprecht, his apparrel still burning, and his features so horridly mutilated, that to identify them would have been impossible. Alarmed by this report, and guided in the spot by the dense cloud which floated over the ruins, the alarmed peasantry proceeded to the scene of blood; but no one could explain the catastrophe save Gortz, and he had taken care to disappear from the spot with all possible celerity. It will be unnecessary to add that the wily Italian had deceived the brothers and obtained his revenge by directing them to the tomb, which he had charged with combusti bles for that purpose, either himself or by means of a confidential agent. The good burghers of Mentz marvelled at the strange fate of the brothers; but the truth was not known until the death of Gortz, about twenty years afterwards, who in his last moments gave a minute account of the whole transaction, and with his life yielded up to another the office of Headsman of Ments. "How long did Adam remain in Paradise before he sinned?" asked an amiable caraspousa to her loving husband. "Till he got a wife," answered the husband calmly. In the breath of the morning, When Nature's awake, To chaunt in the brake; Unbound in the woods; In the warbling of streams And the foaming of floods There is beauty. But where is the beauty to see, When the strivings of Of plumes on the plain; When the thunder is up From his cloud-cradled sleep, The path of the deep ; There is beauty. But where is the beauty to see, Like the sun brilliant brow of a nation when free? Don't be discouraged. Don't be discouraged, if, in the outset of life, things do not go on smoothly. It seldom happens that the hopes we cherish of the future are realized. The path of life in the prospect,appears smooth and level enough, but when we come to travel it, we find it all up hill, and generally rough enough. The journey is a laborious one, and whether poor or wealthy, high or low, we shall find it so to our disappointment, if we have built on any other calculation. To endure what is to be endured with as much cheerfulness as possible-and to elbow our way as easily as we can through the great crowd, hoping for little yet striving for much, is perhaps the true plan. But Don't be discouraged, if occasionally you slip down by the way, and your neighbors tread over you a little; in other words, don't let a failure or two dishearten you-accidents happen; miscalculations will sometimes be made; things will turn out differently from our expectations, and we may be sufferers. It is worth while to remember that fortune is like the skies in April, sometimes cloudy, and sometimes clear and favorable; and as it would be folly to despair of again seeing the sun, because to-day is stormy, so it is unwise to sink into despondency, when fortune frowns, since in the common course of things, she may be surely expected to smile again. And again, Don't be discouraged, if you are deceived in the people of the world, they are very rotten at the core. From sources such as these you may be most unexpectedly deceived; and you will naturally feel sore under such deceptions: but to these you must become used; if you fare as most people, they will lose their novelty before you grow gray, and you will learn to trust men cautiously, and examine their characters closely, before you allow them great opportunities to injure you. Don't be discouraged, under any circumstances. Go steadily forward. Rather consult your own conscience, than the opinions of men, though the last is not to be disregarded. Be industrious; be frugal; be honest; deal in perfect kindness with all who come in your way, exercising a neighborly and obliging spirit in your whole intercourse; and if you do not prosper as rapidly as many of your neighbors, depend upon it you will be as happy. VOL. I. OR, LITERARY TABLET. Published Semi-Monthly, at One Dollar Per Annum, in Advance. For the Magnolia Dreams. HUDSON, AUGUST 23, 1834. dulci declinat lumina somno, How sweet to dream when potent spells In th' wizard glass of every hue. How sweet to dream when all we seek So charmed a time, that every freak How sweet to dream of her you love, And think your arms around her thrown; How sweet to dream, that you have said, *The Kaleidoscope. Tahmiroo, The Indian Wife. Tahmiroo was the daughter of a powerful Sioux chieftain; she was the only being ever known to turn the relentless old man from a savage purpose. Something of this influence was owing to her infantile beauty; but more to the gentleness of which that beauty was an emblem. Hers was a species of loveliness rare among Indian girls. Her figure had the flexible grace so appropriate to protect the dependent woman in refined countries; her ripe, pouting lip, and dimpled cheek wore the pleading air of agricved childhood and her dark eye had such an habitual expression of timidity and fear, that the young Sioux called her the "Startled Fawn." No. 24. in vain sought her affections, and when her father urged her to strengthen his powers by an alliance, she answered him only with her tears. This state of things continued until 1765, when a company of French Traders came to reside there, for the sake of deriving profit from the fur trade. Among them was Florimond de Rance, a young indolent Adonis, whom pure ennui had led from Quebec to the Falls of St. Anthony. His fair, round face, and foppery of dress, might have done little towards gaining the heart of the gentle Sioux, but there was a difference and courtesy in his manner, which the Indian never pays to degraded women, and Tahmiroo's deep sensibilities were touched by it. A more careful arrangement of her rude dress, an anxiety to speak his language fluently, and a close observance of European customs, soon betrayed the subtle power, which was fast making her its slave. The ready vanity of the Frenchman quickly perceived it. At first he encouraged it with that sort of undefined pleasure, which man always feels in awakening strong affection in the hearts of even the most insignificant. Then the idea that, though an Indian, she was a princes, and that her father's extensive lands on the Missouri were daily becoming of more consequence to his ambitious nation, led him to think of marriage with her as a desirable object. His eyes and his manner had said this, long before the old chief began to suspect it; and he allowed the wily Frenchman to twine himself almost as closely around the more yielding soul of his darling child. Though exceedingly indolent by nature, Florimond de Rance had acquired skill in many graceful arts, which excited the wonder of the savages. He fenced well enough to foil the most expert antagonist, and in hunting his rifle was sure to carry death to the game. These accomplishments, and the facility with which his pliant nation conform to the usages of savage life, made him an universal favorite, and at his request he was formal I know not whether her father's broad lands or her own appealing beauty, was the most powerful cause of admiration; but certain it is, Tahmirco was the unrivalled belle of the Sioux. She was a creature all formed forly adopted as one of the tribe. But conscious love. Her downcast eyes, her trembling lip, and her quiet submissive motion, all spoke its language;-yet various young chieftains had as he was of his power, it was long before he dared to ask for the daughter of the haughty chief. When he did make the daring propo-. sition, it was received with a still and terrible wrath, that might well frighten him from his purpose. Rage showed itself only in the swelling veins and clenched hand of the old chief. With the boasted coldness and selfpossession of an Indian he answered. "There are Sioux girls enough for the poor pale faces that come among us. A king's daughter weds the son of a king. Eagles must sleep in eagle's nests." In vain Tahmiroo knelt and supplicated. In vain she promised that Florimond de Rance would adopt all his enemies and all his friendship; that in hunting and in war, he would be an invaluable treasure. The chief remained inexorable. Then Tahmiroo no longer joined in the dance, and the old men noticed that her rich voice was silent when they passed her wigwam. The light of her beauty began to fade, and the bright vermillion current, which mantled under her brown cheeks, became sluggish and pale. The languid glance cast on the morning sun and the bright earth, entered into her father's soul. He could not see his beautiful child thus wasting away. He had long averted his eyes, whenever he saw Fiorimond de Rance; but one day when he crossed his hunting path, he pointed him to Tahmiroo's dwelling, Not a word was spoken. The proud old man, and the blooming lover entered it together. Tahmiroo was seated in the darkest corner of the wigwam, her head leaning on her hand, her basket work tangled beside her, and a bunch of flowers that the village maidens had brought her, scattered and withering at her feet. The chief looked upon her with a vehement expression of love which none but stern countenances can wear. 'Tabmiroo," he said in a sudden tone, “go to the wigwam of the stranger, that your father may again see you love to look on the rising sun, and the opening flowers." There was mingled joy in the upward glance of the Startled Fawn' of the Souix; and when Florimond de Rance saw the light of her mild eye, suddenly and timidly veiled by its deeply fringed lid, he knew that he had lost none of his power. The marriage song was soon heard in the royal wigwam, and the young adventurer became the son of a king. but so much of fear had lately mingled with her love, that she carefully concealed her grief from him who had occasioned it. When she watched his countenance with that pleading, innocent look, which had always characterised her beauty, she sometimes would obtain a glance, such as he had given her in former days, and then her heart would leap like a frolicksome lamb, and she would live cheerfully on the remembrance of that smile through many wearisome days of silence and neglect. Never was woman in her heart breaking devotedness, satisfied with such slight testimonials of love, as was this gentle Sioux girl. If Florimond chose to fish, she would herself ply the oars, rather than he should suffer fatigue; and the gaudy canoe her father had given her, might often be seen gliding down the streams, while Tahmiroo dipped her oars in unison with her soft rich voice, and the indolent Frenchman lay sunk in luxurious repose. She had learned his religion; but for herself she never prayed. The cross which he had given her was always raised in supplication for him; and if he hut looked unkindly to her, she kissed it and invoked its aid in agony of soul. She fancied the sounds of his native land might be dear to him, and she studied his language with a patience and perseverenee which the savage has seldom been known to submit. She tried to imitate the dresses she had heard him describe, and if he looked with a pleased eye on any ornament she wore, it was always reserved to welcome his return. Yet for all this lavishness of love she asked but kind approving looks, which cost the giver nothing. Alas, for the perverseness of man, in scorning the affection he ceases to doubt! The little pittance of love, for which poor Tahmiroo's heart had yearned so much, was seldom given. Her soul was a perpetual prey to anxiety and excitement; and the quiet certainty of domestic bliss was never her allotted portion. There were, however, two beings on whom she could pour forth her whole flood of tenderness, without reproof or disappointment. She had given birth to a son and daughter of uncommon promise; Victorie, the eldest, had her father's beauty, save in the melting dark eye, with its plaintive expression, and the modest drooping of its silken lash. Her cheeks had just enough of the Indian hue to give them a warm, rich coloring, and such was her early maturity, that at thirteen years of age, her tall figure combined the graceful elasticity of youth, with the majesty of womanhood. She had sprung up at her father's feet, with the Months and years passed on, and found Tahmiroo the same devoted, submissive being. Her husband no longer treated her with the uniform gallantry of a lover. He was not often harsh; but he adopted something of the coldness and indifference of the nation he had Joined. Tahmiroo sometimes wept in secret, |