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received into her uncle's family, was fully face that bore a resemblance to any one he realized, viz: decided opposition on the part had previously met, until, accosted, one day, of her uncle, to her engagement with Ro-in one of the most populous parts of that senworth. Family dissensions had long metropolis, by an old friend who had left separated Mr. Floyd and the Rosenworths; America soon after Rosenworth. Language and though guileless as was Francis, noble could scarcely suffice to portray to the reader and unassuming, yet those feelings that he the overflow of delight caused by this unexhad, for years, suffered himself to entertain pected meeting. Dayton, (for such was the toward other members of the family. were gentleman's name,) was soon after afforded extended to Francis. He had imbibed pre- an opportunity of rendering that timely aid judices which it seemed nought could mol to his old friend, which affection ever lify, and which time had only served to prompts, and which was gratefully received, strengthen. and fully appreciated. Rosenworth, overcome by fatigue, and perplexities, was prostrated by disease,--and during an illness of some weeks, Dayton bestowed upon him unceasing attentions, which with the effi

stored to him his usual state of health. He took the earliest opportunity, after his recovery, to inform his friend of the trials to which he had been subjected, and of his intention to pass the remainder of his life in a foreign port. Ah! added he,

"Even in the most exalted state,
"Relentless sweeps the stroke of fate."

Some eight months had glided by after the arrival of Francis in England, during which time, business transactions had favorably terminated,—and but for one thing, he would have immediately returned to his na-cient aid of a skilful physician, gradually retive shores. But could he expect to meet Malvina as once she was,-possessing the same tender regard, and evincing the same kindly interest in his welfare, when, since the time they parted, not a word from her pen had been received? This was his silent interrogation. He could not, at times, but allow himself to believe that she had been dissauded from her purpose and that, possibly, she was already claimed by another.Oh! the thought was maddening. But, again, with confidence revived, he would exclaim, "it is not so! she loves me still;-is the same trust worthy, irreproachable being as when last I gazed upon her beauteous face." Thus did he cogitate, but each day increasing his determination not to return to America with only a glimmering of hope that he should meet with a cordial reception from Malvina. He resolved to forget her, and to aid him in his purpose, he commenced a course of travel, hoping that change of scene would prove an alleviation to his sufferings. But relief was not to be obtained.Not the exquisite scenery of Scotland's lakes, not the more rugged and sublime scenes of Switzerland,‚—or the fashion and gayety of France, could efface memory from the beloved object of his affections. At the expiration of three months, he found himself again a wanderer amid the pomp and magnificence of London. Dispirited, and with health impaired, he felt like one who trod alone the sombrous path of life. In all his wanderings, he had not gazed upon &

Dayton was about to embark for America, and held forth many inducements for Rosenworth to return with him, and feeling that all might yet be well, he at length, yielded to his powers of persuasion, and a few weeks found them bounding o'er the wide-spread Atlantic. A short and prosperous voyage brought them again upon their native soil.— But a short time intervened after the arrival of Rosenworth, ere he was favored with a visit from Malvina's brother; he was received with the same expressions of joy and satisfaction as formerly, while Arthur' evinced the most heart-felt desire to be informed of the cause of his prolonged absence. Rosenworth then stated explicitly his reasons for not sooner returning;—and also, that he had construed the silence of Malvina into cold indifference and even forgetfulness."

"And what meanest thou, Francis, by the word silence? Malvina has not only responded to all communications from you, but has, even since the discontinuance of yours, endeavored by frequent letters to ascertain

PENCILLINGS BY MOONLIGHT.

the cause of your continued absence, and additional strength. Not many moments protracted silence. Through all, she has passed after the arrival of Rosenworth, ere never, for a moment, distrusted you;-no- Malvina appeared. An unusual pallidness the generous, confiding girl has not permit-stole o'er her face, yet, at the same time, it ted a word of reproach to fall upon one to was irradiated by a sunny smile. One can whom she had confided her every joy and better imagine than describe the joy and care;-neither attributed any seeming re-gratitude of both Francis and Malvina, that missness to a diminution of that fervent attachment he had ever manifested."

they were relieved, even, at that late hour from doubts and anxieties, and permitted to enjoy, unmolested, a sweet interchange of hope and trust. There seemed, now, no obstacle in the way of a marriage-union, but

Arthur had scarcely uttered the last word, ere Rosenworth exclaimed, (a feeling of remorse seizing him,)-"Oh! wretch that I was, to have sought forgetfulness of a being the concurrence of Malvina's uncle in their of such spotless worth! why were not suspicions restrained until entirely eradicated? Yes, then happy should I now be in the presence of one upon whom my heart's best, and warmest affections are lavished! But, I fear"

"I am aware what you would say, Francis;-it is not too late. You shall soon meet her, and have the satisfaction of finding her the same devoted being as in by-gone days." "Then you can grant me the assurance," said Rosenworth, (his eye beaming with joy) "that she has not yielded her affections to another, and that now, as in days past, I share an unfading place in her memory?"

"Believe me, Francis, it is so."

wishes. To effect this, Arthur resolved to exert himself to the utmost in producing an amicable state of feeling between Mr. Floyd' and Rosenworth. In this, he at length succeeded. Conciliating measures were taken, which resulted in the removal of that ani

mosity that had so long disturbed the peace of Mr. Floyd, and had led him to stoop to so indiscreet, and cold-hearted an act as intercepting the letters between Francis and Malvina, and which he at length confessed. Then was unfolded the mystery which con-jectures had failed to solve, and which had caused a blight to rest upon the long-cherished hopes of the innocent. For this unfeeling act, Mr. Floyd expressed the deepest contrition, and made every concession, possible. Preparations were soon made for Malvina's marriage, and in a few weeks she was the much admired, and lovely bride of

Francis Rosenworth.

And should the stranger chance to roam,
Near Montmorency's sparkling foam,—
Or loiter where she winds her way,
And zephyrs soft around her play,-

Arthur soon left Rosenworth, with a promise from the latter that he should visit their place the ensuing week,—and meet Malvina at the house of any friend, Arthur should deem proper. It was a ride of some thirty miles. Agreeably to appointment, Rosenworth arrived at the place, which as he entered it, recalled a combination of pleasant and painful scenes. But what could have more astonished him, as he entered the Let him gaze upon, and admire two neat dwelling to which Arthur had directed him, and commodious dwellings, similar in conthan to find himself in that of Arthur him-struction, and enclosed within the same self? and his agreeable, attractive wife no ground;--and should he chance to have cuother than his cousin, Alice Floyd ? and all riosity so much awakened as to elicit the inthis had transpired during his absence, tho't quiry, who are the favored occupants, he he;-no-not all, for previous to his depar-will receive the reply, that they are the resiture, he was aware that sentiments of affec-dences of Francis Rosenworth, and Arthur tion were every day maturing, and receiving Floyd.

THE SACRIFICE.

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AND GOD SAID, TAKE NOW THY SON, THINE ONLY SON ISAAC, WHOM THOU LOVEST,

AND GET THEE INTO THE LAND OF MORIAH; AND OFFER HIM THERE FOR A UPON ONE OF THE THEE WHICH I WILL TELL

BURNT-OFFERING,
Or."-Gen. xxii. 2.

MOUNTAINS

The stars, those bright-eyed sentinels of night,
Had faded one by one, and morn, blushing
Morn looked forth upon the earth all green
And beautiful. The purple clouds, in beauty,
With golden sunlight tinged, lay far along
The eastern edge where meet the earth and sky.
The diamond dew drop rested softly, on
Each grassy blade and tiny flower, and 'mong
The leaves the low wind's tuneful melody
Kept time with song-bird music wild and clear,
Whose notes seemed raised in praise of that glad

morn.

The old man had passed the threshold of his
Tented door. His form was bent with many
Years, and the grey hair lay thin upon his
Temples, yet was his step firm, to tread the
Path his God had marked, and on his brow was
Written high resolve, such as those, who strong
In faith may know. He led by the hand
A gentle boy, but kept his eye estranged, lest
It should rest upon his loveliness, and
His heart should yield to the love he bore him,
For it was his child, the child of his old age,
The heav'n promised child that trod beside him,
And God, his God, asked back again the gift.
A little one bringeth ever to its home
Light and happiness, and the young tendrils
Of its affections, gathering strength day
By day, entwine themselves caressingly
About the hearts of those who cherish it.
A child "is a well-spring of pleasure," and
When the brow is clouded, and shadows rest
On all we meet, how doth its innocent
Glee win the heart from its weariness, and
Cause the eye to brighter grow in hope, and
Joy, and trust! The old man had felt all this,
And more: he had dwelt upon the time when
His whitened locks would thinner be, and the

Burden of years would weigh more heavily,
And his comfort was, the form, the manly
Form that then would be his stay; but the sore
Conflict was over-thoughts, feelings were lain
A willing sacrifice upon the shrine
Of his stern obedience to his God.

Onward they journeyed. Full many a mile
Between them and the mount Moriah lay.
Ofttimes the lad was wearied. As a plant
Beneath the ray of summer sun he drooped
His head, and sadly kept his weary way,
His heart with his mother: he knew she
Rested not, watching his coming, and he
Longed to meet her fond caress, and list the
Low, love-breathing tones that fall so sweetly
From a mother's lips.

It was the third day.
Abraham looked upon the place afar off.
His features wan and haggard, keenly wore
Tone evinced it not, and he said to the
The traces deep of suffering; but his
Young men, "abide ye here."

Calmly he placed
The wood, and took the fire and knife and then
They journey'd on, the lad and he together.

They came to the place which was told him.
"Where is the lamb my father?" said the boy.
"God will provide the sacrifice my son."

A moment more, the lad lay bound upon
The altar ready for the sacrifice.
The old man held the weapon of death, when
Lo! God's angel staid his hand, and gave him
For his strong faith, his child, his only child.

PLEASANT MEMORIES OF PLEASANT LANDS.

This title is partly philosophical, and part- can remember; they always treated me ly imaginative, and what are we going to well, and never spoke rudely to me in my make of it? Those laws must be pleasant, life. I was then very young, less than 18, which have pleasant memories, and those and not exceeding 8 years of age. There memories pleasant which remind us of plea- are pictures of Bonaparte, Berthier, Mac sant lands. The lands of association are very Donald, Lannes, Soult, Murat, Ney, and interesting, and might be almost infinitely other of Napoleon's 18, and afterwards 22, traced; but one of their important objects Marshals, but I do not wish to mention any seems to be to prevent intelligence from be- more now, as I desire room to name Washing wearied with needless attention, and best ington, and his Generals, by the same, and devote that which it most skilfully bestows. mention his likeness, and the plates of PutThose may be esteemed pleasant lands nam, Benedict Arnold, Stark, Montgomery, which boast interesting and valuable authors. Gaines, Mad Anthony, (as sane and fine a Of course, the Island of Juan Fernandes looking General as any in the book,) and must therefore be interesting, because Rob- some others as worthy of convenient notice. inson Crusoe flourished there, and I read If these notes are of no particular use, it is his life a great many years ago. My read- to be esteemed a blessing that they do not ing since then has been so limited, that I assume to be very imposing; and if they have occasion to make the most and best of tend to essay existing knowledge, so that it it, and I hence proceed to say, that beside may gain a fair price in a fair market, who six works on the practice of the law, I have may successfully invoke this influence ?more recently seen a few other books-not They are very hastily sketched, that is to say how many-such as some of the fol- said to be a quality of the very greatest lowing, namely: Poems, Plays and Essays, painters; and we know they go to the By Oliver Goldsmith, M. B. With an ac- world's fair in about two weeks, and they count of his Life and Writings, By John say at the telegraph office, it takes no time Aikin, M. D. Boston, Phillips, Sampson, & to convey information, and I suppose that is Co. 1851. The Traveller, or a Prospect of the reason why the sunlight, and Jenny Lind, Society; The Deserted Village; The Her- and the God of our salvation are every where mit, A Ballad; The Good Natured Man; at the same time; and if this borders on She Stoops to Conquer, or the Mistakes of profanity, let us remember that night bora Night; and most of the essays are in-ders on day, that right borders on wrong, structive and readable. The essays are very suggestive. The book contains 384 pages, and forms No. 15, of the Opal Library.-Bonaparte and his Marshals, 3d edi-York, a good number of years ago, that we

tion. By J. T. Headley-Barker and Scribner, New-York: 1846. I wish to refer to these pages of vol. I. as containing new and interesting views: 22, 23, 25, 35, 67, 68, 69, 89, 107, 243:-By the way, I suppose I may challenge a kind of acquaintance with Mr. Scribner-I remember the name in the bookseller's imprints, ac etiam, and also a family of this name were kind of attendants on one of my father's farms as long ago as I

the sublime on its opposite, and that, as the present Hon. Mayor of the City of Utica, told me in Pine Street, in the City of New

must not look for oranges under hemlock trees, nor jewel caskets in the streets.

These are all the pleasant things I have time to say just now, and I have not said them all either; there are enough for others to pronounce. I always keep back a great deal ever since a note of Chancellor Kent made me think of leaving a good deal for my learned and noble friends to study and find out for themselves.

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