you will see the flowers, and hear the birds sing, but Pushmataha will see them and hear them no more. When you will come to your home, they will ask you where is Pushmataha? and you will say to them, he is no more. They will hear the tidings like a sound of the fall of a mighty oak in the stillness of the woods.'

The only speech made by Pushmataha, on the occasion of his visit to Washington, was the following. It was intended by him to be an opening address, which, had he lived, he would doubtless have followed, by another more like himself. We took it down as he spoke it. The person addressed was the Secretary of War.

'Father-I have been here some time. I have not talked-have been sick. You shall hear me talk to day. I belong to another district. You have no doubt, heard of me I am Pushmataha.

Father-When in my own country, I often looked towards this council-house, and wanted to come here. I

am in trouble. I will tell my distresses. I feel like a small child, not half as high as its father, who comes up to look in his father's face, hanging in the bend of his arm, to tell him his troubles. So, father, I hang in the bend of your arm, and look in your face and now hear me speak.

'Father-When I was in my own country, I heard there were men appointed to talk to us. I would not speak there; I chose to come here and speak in this

beloved house. I can boast, and say, and tell the truth, ever drew bows against the United States. They have

that none of my fathers, or grandfathers, or any Choctaw,

always been friendly. We have held the hands of the

United States so long, that our nails are long like birds'

claws; and there is no danger of their slipping out.

'Father-I have come to speak. My nation has always listened to the applications of the white people. They have given of their country till it is very small. I repeat here when a young man to see my Father Jefferson. He told me if ever we got in trouble, we must run and tell him. I am come. This is a friendly talk; it is like a man who meets another and says, how do you do? Another

the same about the land east of the Tombigby. I came

will talk further.'

croup, in the sixtieth year of his age.' many a happy anniversary! Other oaks had
Among his last words were the following: been planted, and had been cut down; other
When I am gone, let the big guns be fired trees had luxuriated, and smiled on the vil-
over me.'
lagers. There was but one Oak to the vil-
This chief had five children. His oldest lage-others were oaks, and others were trees,
son died at the age of twenty-one, after but this was THE OAK! If a cricket-bat had
having completed an excellent English educa- to be played, it was under the Oak; if two
tion. The others were young at the time of lovers gave a rendezvous, it was at the Oak;
the decease of their father. A medal has if the officers of the place wished to address
been sent by the president to the oldest sur-the inhabitants, they met under the Oak.
viving son, as a testimony of respect for the When the church was pulled down, and
memory of a warrior, whose attachment to divine worship was chanted in the open air,
our government was steady and unshaken, the oak at once sheltered the assembly from
throughout his life.
the rays of the sun, and from the showers of
The day after the funeral of Pushmataha, heaven. The candidates for senatorial hon-
the deputation visited the office in charge of ors spoke to the electors of the spot, and the
the Bureau of Indian affairs. The counte-neighborhood, under the Oak. The little
nances of the chiefs wore a gloom which such ||children were left to play under the Oak ;
a loss was well calculated to create.
Over
and their mothers or their sisters confided
the face of one of the deputation, however, was a them with a degree of confidence to his pro-
cloud darker than the rest, and the expression tection-for he was the father of the village,
of his face told a tale of deeper sorrow. Ask and the household god of the villagers. In sum-
that young man, said the officer in charge of mer time, the master of the school conducted
the Bureau, what the matter is with him? The his little flock on a Saturday to the shade of
answer was I am sorry.' Ask him what makes the Oak; and before they separated till the
him sorry? The loss, the answer was expected Monday, from their books and studies, they
to be, of our beloved chief-but no-it was, sang the evening hymn beneath its branches.
I am sorry it was not me. Ask him to In troublesome and warlike times, when in-
explain what he means by being sorry that it yasion was spoken of, and foreign foes were
was not him? The ceremonies of the funeral feared, the Village Volunteers' used to
the reader will bear in mind, were very impo-exercise and drill under the Oak.' And
sing. The old chief had said, when I am when even winter was most drear and the
gone, let the big guns be fired over me,' and storm most pitiless, still the oak raised his
they were fired. Beside the discharge of venerable head; and the thought that the spring
minute guns on the Capitol Hill, and from would return, and the tree and the green be
the ground contigious to the place of inter-once more gay and enlivening, softened the
ment, there was an immense concourse of
citizens, a long train of carriages, cavalry,
military, bands of music, the whole proces-
sion extended at least a mile in length; and
there were thousands lining the ways and
filling the doors and windows, and then the
military honors at the grave, combined to
produce in this young chief's mind a feeling
of regret, that he had not been, himself, the
subject of these honors-hence, his reply
I am sorry that it was not me;' and so he
explained himself.

MISCELLANY.

severity of the hour, and mitigated even the roughness of the blast. The Oak was a conThe celebrated John Randolph, in a speech stant benefactor and a never-failing friend. upon the floor of the senate, alluded thus Other friends might be faithless-other trees to the forest chieftain, whose brief memoirs might perish, other shades might be destroyed we have attempted to sketch: Sir, in a late by the interested or the powerful; but the visit to the public grave-yard, my attention Oak' belonged to the village-and the hearts was arrested by the simple monument of the of all the village for all time belonged to him. Choctaw Chief Pushmataha. He was, I have But even the Oak was mortal-even the oak been told by those who knew him, one of was destined to perish; and in the midst of nature's nobility; a man who would have a horrible tempest, which desolated this once adorned any society. He lies quietly by the happy and once prosperous, but now sad and side of our statesmen and high magistrates desponding village, the lightning from the in the region-for there is one such-where skies descended upon the Oak-tore from it the red man and the white man its branches-struck it even to its roots, and level. On the sides of the plain shaft that The Oak of the Village. the Oak fell, and was no more! So there marks his place of burial, Fread these words: HAVE you ever witnessed the destruction, the was no more singing and no more dancingPushmataha, a Choctaw chief, lies here. downfall, the death, of the OAK OF THE VIL- no more caroling and no more meeting; and This monument to his memory is erected by LAGE? Generations passed away, but the Oak the green became deserted; and a simple his brother chiefs, who were associated with ever was in its place. The village had a new monument marked the place where the venhim in a delegation from their nation, in the church-new mansions-new owners-new erable friend of the village had once stood; And year 1824, to the government of the United institutions-and even new customs and hab- and it became deserted, lonely and sad. States. Pushmataha was a warrior of great its but the Oak was ever in its place. In the first days of grief were as the days of distinction. He was wise in council, eloquent the center of the village-green, it spread its weeping of an orphan who mourneth over in an extraordinary degree; and on all occa-luxurious and refreshing branches; whilst the tomb of her mother, and as the grief of a sions, and under all circumstances, the white the young caroled and the gay danced beneath widow who is suddenly bereft of her husband, man's friend. He died in Washington, on its loved shade. • The Oak' was the scene and as the tears of a mother who weepeth the twenty-fourth of December, 1824, of the of many a festive hour, many a joyous jubilee, || over the loss of her only, her virtuous, ber

are on a

beloved son. And no eye was dry, and no cheek was rosy or healthy; for all felt the loss of the Oak to be the greatest of all losses: and the village was in mourning. And to the credit of that village be it said, the mourning was a long mourning, and tears were oft-shed tears, and the grief was not of short duration, and the Oak' is engraved on the hearts, and hangs up in the form of pictures and of paintings, in the cottage of every villager; and pieces of the branches, and of the trunk and of the root, are handed down as precious relics from father to son, and from generation to generation.

Cultivation of Flowers.

BY MRS. L. H. SIGOURNEY.

ture.

But

Daughters.

LET no father impatiently long for sons. He may please himself with the ideas of boldness and masculine energy and moral or martial achievements; but ten to one he will meet with little else than frowardness, reckless imperiousness, and ingratitude. Father give me the portion that falleth to me,' was the imperious demand of the profligate prodigal who had been indulged from his childhood. This case is the representation of thousands— the painter that drew this portrait painted for all posterity. But the daughter-she clings

It is cheering amid our solitary rambles form any habits which we believe it to be to view the subjects that surround us as our duty to form, and custom will use us to friends, to call to recollections their distinc-them, and make every thing easy and natural, tive lineaments of character, to array them and even pleasurable. with something of intelligence or utility, and to enjoy an intimate companionship with naThe female aborigines of our country were distinguished by an extensive acquaintance with the medical properties of plants and roots, which enabled them, both in peace and war, to be the leaders of their tribes. I would not counsel you to invade the province of the physician-in our state of society it would be preposterous and arrogant. sometimes to alleviate the slight indisposition of those you love, by a simple infusion of the herbs you have reared or gathered, is a legitimate branch of that nursing kindness which seems interwoven with woman's nature. And now to sum up the whole matter, the culture of flowers stand conspic-though in the morning of youth, a charm is uous. The general superintendence of a gar- thrown over the landscape, every inequality den has been repeatedly found favorable to smoothed, yet still life is not one long sumhealth, by leading to frequent exercise in the mer's day of indolence and mirth.' The open air, and that communing with nature sphere of woman is eminently practical. which is equally refreshing to the heart. It There is much which she will be expected to was laboring with her own hands in the gar- do, and ought therefore to learn early, if she den, that the mother of Washington was would acquit herself creditably. Though to found by the youthful Marquis de Lafayette, combine the excellencies of a housekeeper when he sought her blessing, as he was about with much eminence in literature and science, to commit himself to the ocean, and to return requires an energy seldom possessed, still to his native clime. Milton, who you recol- there is no need that domestic duties should lect, was a great advocate that women should preclude mental improvement or extinguish study household good,' has few more elo- intellectual enjoyment. They may be united quent descriptions than those which repre-by diligence and perseverance, and the founsent our first mother at her floral toil amidst dation of those qualities should be laid now the sinless shades of paradise. in youth.

AMONG the pleasant employments which seem peculiarly congenial to the feelings of

our sex,

Early Rising.

like the rose leaf around the stem; to the parent home, and the parental heart; she watches the approving smile, and deprecatus the slightest shade on the brow; she wanders not on forbidden pleasure grounds; wrings not the heart at home with her doubtful midnight absence; wrecks not the hopes to which early promises had given birth nor paralizes the soul that doats on this chosen object. Wherever the sou may wander in search of a fortune or pleasure, there is the daughter within the sacred temple of home, the vestal Virgin of its innermost sanctuary, keeping alive the flame of domestic affection and blessing that existence of which she is herself a part.

ANECDOTE-'We must be unanimous,' observed Hancock on the occasion of signing the Declaration of Independence there must be no pulling different ways, we must all hang together. Yes,' added Franklin, ⚫ we must indeed all hang together, or most assuredly we shall hang separately.'

Letters Containing Remittances, Received at this Office, ending Wednesday last, deducting the amount of Postage paid.

P. P. Cairo, N. Y. $1,00; N. R. Gilboa, N. Y. $1,00; P. D,
Copake, N. Y. $1,00; Mrs. C. W. Holden, Ms. $0,50.

DIED,

In this city, on the 13th inst. Abram, son of Aaron Macy, aged about 1 year.

The tending of flowers has ever appeared to me a fitting care for the young and beautiful. They then dwelt as it were among their 'I WISH you would wake me up to-morrow own emblems, and many a voice of wisdom morning at five o'clock,' said Charles. I did so breathes on their ear from those brief blos-effectually, and left him; in an hour I returned soms to which appertain the dew and the sun to his room; there he was, the sun shining beam. While they eradicate the weeds that full on his face. The next day and the next, deform or the excresences that endanger he made the same request, but I was C. M. B. Potsdam, N. Y. $1,00; P. M. Nottaway, Mich. $2,00; M. G. S. Sunderland, Ms. $1,00; F. B. C. Montrose, them, is there not a perpetual monition ut- tired of waking him. Every person who|| Pa. $3,00; R. S. S. Mechanicville, N. Y. $1,00; E. M. Por tered of the work to be done in their own wishes to form a habit of rising early, should ter's Corners, N. Y. $1,00; S. R. P. Highgate. Vt. $1,00; heart? From the admiration of these ever second the exertions of others by his own varying charms, how naturally is the tender resolution. He should not lie a single mospirit led upwards in devotions to Him, ment after he is awakened, but jump out of 'whose hand prefumes them, and whose pen- bed instantly. The person, young or old, cil paints. Connected with the nature of who springs up instantaneously after awaking, flowers, is the delightful study of botany, will awake the next morning a little earlier which imparts new attractions to the summer than before, and the next day a little eariler sylvan walks, and prompts both to salubrious still, and so on.-In this way any individual exercise and scientific research. A knowl- may rise as early as he pleases. I have edge of the physiology of plants, is not only found no difficulty in waking when I please, interesting in itself, but of practical import. that is, after a few days' trial; nor does it The brilliant coloring matter which they take long to form the habit when we are once sometimes yield, and the beautiful influences resolute-a strong will is equal to almost which they possess, impart value to many an any thing. It does not take so long to break unsightly shrub or secluded plant, which up old habits, and form new ones, as indolent might otherwise have been suffered to blos- people affect to believe. If we are free, as som and die without a thought. God our Creator made us, we can very soon

On the 4th inst. Sarah, daughter of William and Catharine Clark.

On the 8th inst. Caroline, daughter of A. C. and Sarah

Macy, in her 6th year.

On the 13th inst. Joseph Wiltsee, in his 17th year.
At Albany, on the evening of the 9th inst. Miss Jane
Matilda Olcott.

At Ghent, on the 26th inst. Mrs. Catherine Mesick, con

sort of Mr. Fite Mesick in the 824 year of her age.
urday evening the 8th inst. Harriet Gates, wife of the Hon.

At the residence of her father, in Newark, N. J. on Sat

Aaron Vanderpoel, of the village of Kinderhook, and late a Member of Congress from this County.

In Claverack, on the 14th inst. Jane, daughter of Thomas and Mary Bennet, aged about 26 years.

Sarah Byron, infant daughter of P. B. Barker, aged about
In Columbus, (Mississippi,) on Sunday evening March 12,

year,

In Kinderhook, on the 9th inst. Mr. Russel Hobart, in the 55th year of his age.

At Bona Vesta, Cape de Verd Islands, on the 6th of November last. Mrs. Maria de Natividade M. Gardner, wife of Mr. Ferdinand Gardner, formerly of this city, aged 35 years.

DEVOTED TO POLITE LITERATURE SUCH AS MORAL AND SENTIMENTAL TALES, ORIGINAL COMMUNICATIONS, BIOGRAPHY, TRAVELING SKETCHES, AMUSING MISCELLANY, HUMOROUS AND HISTORICAL ANECDOTES, SUMMARY, POETRY, &C.

VOL. XIII.-[IV. NEW SERIES.]

SELECT TALES.

From the Saturday Evening Post. Lydia Ashbaugh, the Witch, [Concluded.]

A FLASH of lightning seemed to pass over my mind, and in its glare appeared the spirit of the long lost Sophia. I paced the room for some time at intervals repeating the name, and that of Eltham Heathfield-names too fearfully connected. I was now convinced that the wasted and withered form beside me, was what remained of the once most attractive and beautiful Sophia, but I suffered the storm of regret to spend its force, and then drawing a chair sat down beside the recluse, and in a soothing tone observed, 'Sophia, for you are Sophia, remember the days of our youth.' My words fell as balm on a wounded heart, and raising her head, she smiled as a sunbeam from a summer cloud, and ejaculated- Oh how delightful! twenty-five long years have passed since the hunian voice has fallen on this heart in kindness.'

HUDSON, N. Y. SATURDAY, MAY 6, 1837.

NO. 24.

common report. While in Philadelphia and This is a new freak of Eltham,' thought I, near completing my education, I was accident- as ringing for a light, I rose and when the ally introduced to a young man, whose name,light came went up stairs to my own room. Etham Heathfield, will be ere long restored With an anxiety I could not repress or to your recollection. At the moment con- account for, the letter was opened, and with sidered beautiful, and greatly richer than an effort yet to me inscrutable, it was read was in fact, I was flattered, followed, envied and thrown on the table. My very soul felt and hated by most of my female friends, and frozen. The whole horrors of my situation pursued as prey by some of the other sex. lay before me, painted in few words by my Passions too powerful for reason, but with a murderer-for to all purposes of earthly heart in which neither affections or its oppo- enjoyment death spread his veil over me site were moderate it was not in my power from that fatal night-a night on which no to love other than to excess. To most of the bed was pressed by the ruined Sophia. But young gentleman of my circle, I was only and every one has their own manner of meeting merely acquainted by sight, to most of them calamity. Happiness and the man who trammy feelings at least were those of indifference. pled on my heart were gone together-that To all this, Eltham Heathfield was an excepireart was bruised, but not crushed-love tion. Mixing with the first society, his man- was there replaced by hatred-undying haners were polished-his coldness I then tred.'-Here she paused, and all the demon attributed to good sense-but I was to learn shook her frame and distorted her truly haga deeper cause. A near relation of the family gard features-but the storm had a pause in which I boarded, Heathfield had unlimited and she resumed. admittance to my company, and he profited 'Over a fallen daughter there was no mothby the advantage. Few words now are left-er to weep, and wither broken hearted-no She rose and passing into an outer room, I was deeply, purely, and unchangeably as I sister to share the lost reputation-no brother bathed her feverish head with cool water, thought attached, and in the full confidence to pierce or be pierced by the foul betrayerreturned and sat down with a composure as of full return, was in the warmth of youth, but there was a father, grey with age, and if nothing extraordinary had occurred, but planning how faithfully the duties of wife feeble in health, to receive or reject an erring her eye falling, perhaps accidentally, on the should be performed. No reason have child. To that father I was determined to representation of what she had been, she now to disguise, and in the face of heaven appeal-on earth he was the only hope, and started up, replaced the veil and again I declare, I do not believe any other woman failed me not in the hour of shame and sorsat down, and pulling out a drawer of the ever more sincerely looked forward to wedded row. To my native home I fled, leaving my table, drew forth a bundle of papers, bound happiness founded on a faithful discharge of city friends to their surmises. On my fathwith a blue ribbon, láid them between us, the highest obligations. These were dreams-er's breast I leaned and to his heart was with the mysterious observation, heaven's youthful dreams-my guardian spirit slept. taken, forgiven and consoled, as far as human vengeance REPOSES but SLEEPS not in that and I became the slave of a plotting villain. consolation would soften misery like nine. casket;' and then continued, I am now to My idol was changed to a demon. The visits In the very room where I was born, I beexplain, why we are both here; therefore of my destroyer were made at lengthening came the mother of a sou, whom erst I had hear the witch's story. Fear no listeners. intervals-still, however, though rendered hoped to bestow on a doating husband and Those who are above the belief of witches, less happy, I was unconscious of the gulf father. are above the meanness, and those who are are opening before me. Seated one evening on 'Utterly secluded, and seen only by my would expect worse than the vengeance of heav- a sofa in the common parlor-the sun had only parent, and a deaf and dumb servant girl, en, if they dared come near this cell in stealth. set, but the candles not yet lighted, I felt I nursed my babe, watering his innocent face The history of my family I need not something of undefined distress, from which with my tears. My father you know was a relate all that is known to thee as well as to I was roused by a well known tread. The man of uncommon good sense, and I know myself nor need I recall the too much figure glided in and without speaking pre-he was also a man of the kindest feeling, and courted Sophia, but it is necessary I should sented a letter, which in the dim light why he sunk not to the grave under so much relate circumstances, with which you were, could but see, and also in silence, wheeled affliction from the hand of an only daughter. with the world in general, only acquainted by and in much astonishment I was again alone. is altogether unaccountable, but he is still

living, and with all the world but yourself ||wards me taking me by the hand and leading || pretended to have found. Not a living soul believes the tale of my suicide in the Susque-me back to the bed, am I in the regions of out of this room, I sincerely believe, has the hanna. In open day my native farm is visible the dead ?' I at length demanded. most distant suspicion that Lydia Ashbaugh from this den. But I must haste to conclude 'Poor sufferer,, replied my protector, you is the ruin of Sophia Markland, and to my my story of wretchedness. are still among the children of mortality-grave should the secret have descended, had you are on earth-but lie down and be com- not recent circumstances opened a scene posed.' I obeyed and she sat down by me, which compels me to unmask to save my son and in a most mild and tender tone I was from the fangs of a villain. But let me be cool,' comforted. -as far as passion could excite heat, she was not—but as before, I let the fire burn, and after another pause, she again continued―

The name of my seducer was never repeated to my father-indeed the only stern command I ever received from him, was not to name the monster-a command I had no inclination to disobey. Time passed away My reason was restored-but many days and my boy began to lisp in our native tongue, elapsed before I learned that I had been five when, as was his daily custom, my father years in a mad house, in the state of Determined that my child should not, as came in and sitting down began to play with four hundred miles from my home. The far as I could prevent it, share his mother's little James, observing, we have a new neigh-first time I beheld myself in a mirror I start- shame and wretchedness, I left frequenting bor; Thomas Milford has sold his farm toed back with horror. I could not have be- my father's house, as James approached to a new comer named Eltham Heathfield,' and lieved that death itself would have made such manhood. This ground on which I reside diverted by the child's gambols, the effect on a change. My hair was now scanty and was the property of my mother, and is of me was unobserved. In fact my heart was grey-all the most fearful ravages of age and course now mine; having actually leased it from frozen to every thing beyond the room, but aistress were united. I requested a bible my father. First a ridiculous story was raiseven ice must yield. The cruelty that had and one was given me. I read, reflected, ed by ignorance that I was a witch, or worse. been practiced upon me now came home and found that my intellects were restored, I had long ceased to laugh, but I smiled at more terribly than ever. No exertion of and then requested the presence of the attend-the notion of supernatural association, and mind would prevent me from contrastinging physician. He came, and in him I met a finding it threw an atmosphere of fear around what I might what I ought to be as the gentleman, and a man of real science on theme, I let it pass. The wise laugh and the mistress of the very farm on which you subject he was appointed to superintend. In fools dread, and so let them. The hour is paid for a miserable dinner this day-yes!a few conversations he became convinced of hasting on when my real power will be shown that sour miser-that suffering wretch, poor my sanity. With the cunning of madness I in thunder. in possession of great wealth, is Eltham had concealed my name, and though I made Heathfield. the physician a confident so far as to account Knowledge of his existing in our vicinity for my recent situation, my name, place of preyed upon mc-I became fretful, irritable,||birth, or any circumstance which could lead and disrespectful to my protector, my father.to any knowledge of myself or connections, and only friend. The face of my boy became concealed. even hateful-I thought I could trace a like

Here she paused and sat as if listening to some distant voice-but it was the effect of overpowering remembrance, and as I sat the picture of anxious attention, she started and

Amid all my trials and changes, from the moment I received the fatal letter from the hand of Eltham Heathfield, there is one passion which has never abated in my bosom. A voice has always seemed to whisper, the day will come when you can take vengeance Dead I am regarded no doubt by all who on that man.' This voice I have heard in ness which a disordered mind rendered stri-ever knew me,' I inwardly reflected, and whispers in all hours of the day and night, in king. My father noticed, and attributed ny dead I am determined to remain―no one every season of the year; on the return of altered conduct to sickness, but it was not can recognize Sophia Markland under this long suspended reason, it came again and ansickness of body: it was worse; it was sick-disguise.' Tenderly-in reality, too tender-imated me in toil. In search of this, good ness of mind. At some moments I was ly nurtured, I was very unprepared to labor twenty-five years have I toiled, and am soon conscious of my true situation, but in solitude, for a living, but I was determined to labor. to reap the fruits, and astonishing as it may the brain was preyed upon by the horrid Silent, submissive, and regarded as a repent- sound in your ears, in part by your aid-inphantoms of its own creation.' ant Magdalen, I found many compassionate terrupt me not-you will soon hear and gladhearts. How or by what possible means Ily will your aid be granted. But let me had wandered over the space between the return back on time. insane hospital and my native home, I never can know, as I never can remember: but over the same space I returned as a common You are now to hear what will require all female laborer, and still a young woman in your confidence to believe possible. As the years but blasted by misfortune, I re-crossed sun shone through a grated window I awoke, the Susquehanna, and again beheld my native and starting up called to my child which I mountains, perfectly mistress of my mother's thought in the bed-no child was there. I language, the German: I assumed the name then called to my father-the walls answered by which, when I am not known as mother my echo. I stared around me, every thing Rarity, I have since passed.-Performing was changed. Springing to my feet, I stood the duty of a common servant, Lydia Ashpetrified and exclaimed, This must be abaugh has remained unsuspected in her own dream,' and to convince myself I was not father's house-has attended in sickness and dreaming actually struck the wall with my health, her own son, and wept over him bitter forehead. I was no longer deceived, but tears which fell unseen by mortal eye. In sevreason would soon again have deserted its eral instances my own tragic story has been post, had not a door opened and a woman.related to me or in my hearing, with all its adan entire stranger, but with a most benevolentditions of falsity. Some of my clothing was look, stood before me. I was motionless || found, according to the tale, on au Island near with unutterable wonder, as she advanced to- || Harrisburgh, but my body even report never

resumed

Maria Heathfield, once the sister of an unworthy brother, was much the younger of the two. They were the only children of parents long since departed, and to rid himselfof superintending her education, Maria was sent to an aunt in Philadelphia, where at an age too little advanced to admit much reflection, she fell into company with an emigrant French gentleman, which eventuated in an attachment and marriage. In many respects Maria was fortunate in her connection. M. Stephen Montault was a gentleman in the proper meaning of the term. He was tender and affectionate to his wife, and transported with delight when their only child, a daughter, called Caroline, bloomed in sportiveness. Montault was for this country, rich, but remarkably confiding. This quality was cultivated to profit by Heathfield, the brother, who in a very few years had contrived to