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His last and most trying farewell was to a little terrier, Snap, which his uncle had given him, and Reginald, moved at the sight of the child's distress, proposed to Mr. Selden that they should take the dog into the carriage. Mr. Selden looked amazed at such a proposition from Reginald, but testified his ready acquiescence, and Will, enraptured at the idea, took it into his arms with as much pleasure as many a young mother would have taken her infant, and thanking Mr. Selden again and again, promised the dog should not be troublesome.

Many men would have had some uneasy thoughts as to the sort of reception they would be likely to meet with from their wives, when they returned to communicate heavy pecuniary loss, and to bring home a destitute child, unformed, educated, for whom every thing was to be done, and much was to be undone, with no natural claim to such cares. We say nothing of the little terrier, which would have been to most ladies, a very unwelcome addition to a large canine family.

But Mrs. Selden's confidence in his wife was unbounded, nor had he ever found it misplaced, though he had never estimated her sweetness of temper, and generosity of character so highly, as when he witnessed her reception of the friendless little orphan, whom he presented, as a little boy he had brought to her.

Little Will had had some sad misgivings as they approached Sherwood, as to what sort of reception he should meet with from the strange ladies, but such is the magic of kindness, especially from those who are acquainted with the hearts of children, that he soon felt his own heart not only lightened, but cheerful, and looked with pleasure and interest at the kind faces that surrounded him. F*****.


I look into thine eyes, and feel my heart
Flow from me to thy presence,-dead to all
This time, this being, this false carnival-
Of whose soul-wearying scenes I am a part.
Here Folly and loud Laughter reign supreme
Blinding the memory of former things;
But, rapt on thee, all sweet imaginings
Come to me, as in some entranced dream!
Yet not alone for golden curls that flow

Above a brow of pearl, nor innocent eyes
Showering a radiance of summer skies
On tenderest homage, to thee kneeling low
Is love thy due;-but that as maiden, wife,
All perfect things were mirrorred in thy life!
March 26, 1851.

* Of Elizabeth Cecil; Lodge's Portraits. Vol. VI.




I dwell within a voiceless world,
Mysterious as deep,

My tongue can shape no form of speech,
I can but laugh and weep.

The touch may wake the sounding string,
And lips with music thrill,

I can but see what others feel→→
A void is round me still.

The winged lightnings o'er me flash, The trembling nerve doth shake, The awful silence on mine ear,

The thunder may not break;
And yet I know 'tis God who speaks
In each electric gleam;

I love the music of his voice-
I hear it when I dream.

When I another's name would call,
Or hear its holy sound,

My lips gives forth no utterance,
Mine ear is silence bound;

But, O, that sweetest, dearest name,
My soul delights to hear,

Its melody oft thrills my heart,
I answer with a tear.

Though when she knelt at evening hour,
No sound the stillness broke,

I knew the language of her lips,-
It was her soul that spoke.
And there were other voices too,
Commingled in her prayer,
I saw no forms, but, O, I felt

The angels hovering there.

When I the beauteous heavens behold,
The star-gemmed milky way,

And watch the flowers and bright winged birds
Upon the vernal spray ;

When beauty, fragrance, fills the sense,

O, then I long to hear,

And know if music comes as sweet Unto the quickened ear.

Though on the ear and from the tongue
No words of sweetness roll,
The heart has its own melody,
The music of the soul;

'Tis like the far-off symphony The spirit hears alone,

Which swells beyond the walls of time, In anthems round the Throne.

There on my re-awakened sense
Shall heavenly cadence thrill,
My loosened tongue join in the strain
Which powers celestial fill;
There, evermore, with new delight,
Shall praise to him be given,
Who, in a world of silence, tuned
Both tongue and ear for heaven.

was declared by acclamation the President of the Italian Republic ?-and yet this is called, as that, the Golden Age, which proves, as clear as daylight-whose existence M. Proudhon, has not yet contested, thank God!—that Gold was thought of even in that model period, in which they practised virtue so much more readily than in this course epoch of ours, which is stigmatized as the Age of Brass.

Quousque tandem abutere respublica, nostra pecunia? It is thus, I fancy, Cicero would commence a series of funeral Oratious, having for a title "Money." Money! Money if you please! Money for the love of God! Money for the I will permit you to deny the existence of the love of money! This only resounds incessantly Sun, or would excuse your vigorously denounin my ears. Alas, why so? Has the thing be-cing the philosophic theories of M. Pierre Leroux. come a mere abstraction, hypothesis, unreality—I would not prevent your questioning the El Dosimply proverbial? One would positively think rado resulting from the harmonies of Fourier; as much from its rarity. Horace, one of our the bliss of the inhabitants of Icaria; the elosub-Immortals, pointedly saith, quence of Caussidière; the pacific intentions of cial reason has not been made manifest to me; the house of Raspail, Barbes & Co., whose soany or all of these Truths I would allow you to

“O cives, cives! quaerenda pecunia premium est," which, being interpreted, goeth to say. O my dear compatriots, above all else put gold in your handle, gloveless, even with their axiomatic pockets! Hurrah for money; which clothes us claims; but as for Money-stop there! you shall in purple and bespangles us with ornaments; not touch it. I shall plead its cause in the same which spreads out our joyous, jovial, jocular en- disinterested humor with which Mons. Lachard tertainments, which allows us to say to the beg-plead the case of a certain Defendant, whose gar," Here, take this purse, dine as Lucullus, and acquittal was not of so much financial profit to get drunk with the Priests of Jove! drink my him, as the honor of appearing an able advocate, health,"- -so true is it that Horace was a Social- and item-making it an occasion of charity to a ist; every one is, in his own way. poor indigent Devil. Yes, I will defend Money and prove the falsity of the proverb-The absent are always wrong.

There are some ultra Republicans who see, with strange persistence, in Silver, a corrupting metal, whose importance monarchical prejudices Money and I never meet, but by some strange have exaggerated, and the total suppression fortuity; yet instead of revenging myself thereon whereof is demanded by the interests of Virtue. for its prolonged absence from my purse, I promBut, nevertheless, these personages have by no ise it my perpetual esteem, and quite an hospimeans despised the seducing coin; the State table reception, should the fancy ever sieze it to Treasury has more than once felt their tender come and take up its abode with me. Alas! the caresses since their acquaintance with the same; only consolation I can afford myself for its conand I am inclined to think that they slander tempt and abandonment, is the reflection that I Money with pretty much the same spirit with am not the only one, by some billion, so neglected. drunken folk who abuse wine they are unable to If the general complaint is to be heeded, silver drink more; and I would further submit to these has become more invisible than ever, and radicals if this austere language does not slightly gold-umph! one never sees it, save in the boxes resemble the hypocritical morality of Seneca, of the money-changers. If things go on at this who, being possessor of fifty nine millions, which rate, in a few years we can find it only as the immense sum he had amassed during three years choicest specimen in some mineralogic collection, of Ministry, wrote on tablets of great value his with an inscription of this kind: work entitled The Contempt of Riches." SPECIMEN OF GOLD DISCOVERED IN THE ENVIHow does Money ostracise Virtue or Chastity? As for that matter France is now nearly RONS OF PROUDHONVILLE IN 2020. canonized. Oh no. And further down this notice :Money is nowise so pernicious as is represented. What period can boast more as regards morals and decency, or lay more claim to a character for honesty, candor, and especially the absence of all political and social prejudices? What generation of men hath seen more churches and fewer revolutions—or distributed more of the Mouthyon premiums, and at the same time known less of Police Officers? What "This Gold abounded formerly. It procured, period was so happy as that wherein Saturn 'it is said, that which constituted the happiness of




"Persons visiting this Cabinet are particularly requested to respect in the interest of science, this curious piece; which is the more valuable, as it will be impossible to replace it."

And in all probability we may read this historic Note subjoined :


These are the pretexts. You have your pock

Life; and men put themselves to incredible trou- | Economy which never buys silk, velvet uor lace, ble for its acquisition, for without it, they con- but makes it a point to dress in printed calicoes ceived, happiness must be incomplete. But Gold and merinos; which renounces, all arts, theatres, lost in one day its value and importance. Its music and light literature, prose and verse. Bah! possession became a positive danger in that fa- this is enough for one Republic. mous epoch, when the false Republic of the veritable Thor was proclaimed in France, and recog-ets filled with Money. You have not, however, nized in the five divisions of the Globe. The received the rent of your farms, and have hastily cosmo-social Assembly determined, on proposition lost your situation with the fruit of twenty years' of the cosmo-citizen, M. Proudhon, the abolition labor, perhaps, unless you are an old functionary. of all proprietorship and monied Aristocracy. You are not good enough Republican to figure the One piece of gold found on a persou sufficed to finances, or write in the Cabinet, for there you stamp on him the flagrant vice of Plutocracy, (!) will be flooded with customers and commands; a crime prohibited by Art. 18.952 of the Uni- but if you fail, notwithstanding, to pay your imversal Code and the punishment varies from 5 to posts the proprietor and deputy will immediately 10 years in the Workhouse. Finally, however, discover you as one of the aristocrats, reäctionthe last vestiges of this substance which so com-ers, examiners; then you will see your Money promised the virtue of its possessors were ef- caught at; you are rich, and consequently its faced." quite a catch! O how the poor are rich and the rich are poor in this our Time! What an idle envy the Blouse bears the Cloak! The Blouse, which has never reached revolutions, which finds everywhere-whatever to the contrary-bread and work, knows not the 'carking care' and grief that the cloak bears in its folds; nor how it is out!" Seek not a change where the balance elbowed by the Coats which say to it, "clear bends toward the Loss!

What would happen if by some miscarriage a Mineralogist of the Proudhon school should set foot in this Cabinet? I shudder to think of it! The precious specimen would vanish, and soon be numbered amongst the things that were. One would then read in works on Chemistry:— "Gold was a simple substance; a very bright metal; very ductile; unchangeable to the eye, etc," Troja fuit!

You would be delighted recurring on the wings of Imagination to this remote period. What wise books have been written on Gold! What learued commentaries! What ingenious disputations! What curious Theses produced relative thereto! They will be divided into two classes. One part bearing the name of "les-or-alists," will support the anterior existence of the metal in question; whilst the other, designated “les contre-or-alists," will deny its existence and allege its mythic character. Perhaps these last may append to their refutation a passage from Robert le Diable, citing it as authentic; and even have the boldness to frame the following syllogism:

"Gold is a Chimera:

A chimera never existed;
Therefore Gold never existed."

But why the mischief should I allow myself to be carried away by this hypothesis? That which is sadly true in all this folly, is, that with without being reduced to the fossil state, Money has become singularly rarified. Economy is the order of the day. And what economy-ye Gods! that which extends over the smallest, and gnaws all things; which regards wax candles as a luxury, since one may burn tallow; tea as useless, and coffee unhealthy at the approach of the Plague; which modestly refuses ale, and thinks it were best to pick up all the rags of Paris; an

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The British Association for the advancement of Science recommended an annual exhibition of products of British industry at such places as might be selected for the meeting of the Association. Such exhibitions, of a more or less special character, have been familiar for some years on the Continent of Europe, and have been frequent of late years in the United States. But none have hitherto been projected on so grand a scale as the approaching Exhibition of the Industry of all nations to be held in London. The previous instances, however, might have suggested the greater scheme to Prince Albert, while the reasons in favour of its adoption are obvious sketches, however loose and fragmentary, will be quite as novel to some of our readers as the notes of European travel which are constantly appearing from the press. Indeed we believe that less is known by our fellow-countrymen of the physical and social aspects of the various sections of the United States than of the scenery and domestic life of Switzerland or Tuscany. It is too much the habit of our young men to go abroad, before they have made themselves acquainted with the most prominent and interesting objects of their native laud or studied the institutions which are peculiar to it. We do not won

and innumerable. A curious anticipation of the same policy is however furnished in the following passage of Mortrofius, origininally published in 1687, or 164 years ago.


Sæpe ego in votis habui ut Schola quædam Naturæ, Artis, et Actionum humanarum publica in juventute instituatur. Per Scholam Artis intelligo omnia opificum et artificum instrumenta, quæ certis quibusdam receptaculis omnia asservarentur, et pueris explicarentur. Ac postea in easdem cogitationes dilapsum quoque der that the mirth of educated Englishmen should Beccherum deprehendi, qui in Methodo suo Di- be excited at meeting with an overgrown booby, dactica. part: 2. circa finem, Ideam aliquam from New York or Boston, just let loose upon Theatri Naturæ et Artis proposuit, atque in Epi- his travels, who could say nothing of the flora or logo Appendicis suæ inter alia talis Theatri fauna of America, who had never visited Niagara institutionem proposuit. Sed amplissima illa promissa irrita fuere neque talia privatorum sump-rance of the manners of his own people was as nor descended the Mississippi, and whose ignotibus effici possunt. Id vero certum est, si PRINCEPS ALIQUIS tale Theatrum instrueret, aut in of the live-oak. But we are digressing from our great as of the habits of the alligator or the growth Academiis, quemadmodum Bibliothecæ publicæ, purpose, and with the reader's kind permission, inveniretur, major confluxus Studiosorum has im- we will take him along with us, at one bound, pensas facile resarciret: Immensos enim fruc- without the tedium of the intervening journey, to tus illa res præstaret, multisque laboribus, moles- the hospitable and ancient city of tiis, et impensis studiosam juventutem sublevaret. Alios quoque etiam illiteratos curiosiores alliceret, unde multis accessionibus tale Theatrum augeri possit, et tota rerum universitas in unam domum compacta spectatoribus exhiberi, Mortrofi Polyhistor. Ps. I, lib. ii, c. iv. §§ 38-41, tom. I, pp. 348-9. Ed. II. Fabricii, 1732, 4to.


As manufactured and leaf tobacco seem to be so far the principle specimens of Virginia science, scholarship, and industry, this might be offered to the Exhibition as a purely literary and antiquarian curiosity.

Some Notes of a Southern Excursion.



"When a traveller returneth home," saith my Lord Bacon, in one of those curt essays which embody so much of his wisdom, let him not leave the countries, where he hath travelled, altogether behind him." Now we have not journeyed into a far country, nor have we seen anything more of "men and cities" than is seen every day by hundreds of our fellow-citizens who pass along the line of travel between the two great commercial emporia of our country, and yet we feel disposed to be mindful of the advice of the sage of Verulam, and to discourse a little our recent rambling. We have an idea that our

There are few gayer little streets, that we have seen for many a day, than the narrow shopping thoroughfare, known as King Street, upou a sunny morning in February about the end of race week. For the reader must know that in Charleston the amusement of the turf is still kept up with great spirit, and that the recurrence of the racing season brings to town from all parts of the State the beauty and fashion of South Carolina. The city accordingly awakens from a condition of slumberous quiet to all the animation of metropolitan gaiety. The streets, until lately so empty or trodden only by a few listless

pedestrians, now swarm with elegant equipages dozy discourse, the morning of our attendance at and the fair forms of the gentler sex. There are St. Michael's. not wanting fine shops, filled with costly goods and wares, to challenge the patronage of the ladies, and we repeat that one may go far before he will see a more attractive exhibition than the trottoir of King Street, narrow as it is, can fur nish, at this particular time. States and cities, everywhere, are jealous of the beauty of their women, and we shall not therefore, hazard a comparison between the lovely Charlestonians and the daughters of our own commonwealth, port some years since, but though we heard a good sermon in it, and delighted our antiquarian taste with its Wren-ish interior, the music of the old Bishop's organ was not so pleasing, nor were the young ladies that sang to it as pretty, as the anthems at St. Michael's and the dark-eyed choristers of the South.

There is an old wooden church, not altogether unlike St. Michael's, at Newport, which is memorable as having been under the charge of the celebrated Bishop Berkeley and contains an organ, yet in good preservation, presented by that famous old philosopher. The summer tenants of the Ocean House do not worship there, we fear, as regularly as they should, for we discovered it quite by accident, during a visit to New

but we can safely declare that we saw beauty enough in Charleston in a fortnight to establish the reputation, in this respect, of a much more populous city.

The stranger will be able to satisfy himself, upon this point, at the public balls, which are given here every winter and are attended by all the most charming and fascinating women of South Carolina. These balls are under the

management of very select Societies of gentle men, one of the most famous of which, the St. Cecilia Society, gives four or five during the season. The man who could attend one of the en

tertainments of this excellent association, and fail to be impressed with the grace and accomplish ments of the fairer portion of the company, would be beyond the reach of the music of St. Cecilia


Among the public buildings of Charleston, which are numerous and elegant, none delighted us so much as the venerable church of St. Michael's, with its quaint, old, high-backed, square pews-its odd pulpit with the sounding-board, like a huge extinguisher, which threatens momentarily to put out the light of the officiating clergyman,—its rural tablets testifying to the good deeds of many worthies long since laid beneath the turf of the adjoining burial ground, and its steeple of many stories from which a chime of bells rings out the quarters to the inhabitants of the city. This Church was built, we believe, before the Revolution, and it is probable enough that from the extreme elevation of its spire many persons watched the smoke of Moultrie's guns as it rolled upward from the palmetto fort. It is certain that during the siege of Charleston in 1780, the steeple was struck by a shell from the British batteries, and that after the capitulation the British officers regularly attended service in the church. We thought of these things, we are ashamed to say, as the minister, a young man, was favoring the congregation with a rather

Passing along Meeting Street the stranger will have his attention arrested by the extensive row of buildings, used as the City Market, which are scarcely less than a third of a mile in length. He will not fail to notice, also, as a novelty, the presence of a certain "fowl ungainly" which seems to be the genius loci and steps about the shambles with a most deliberate and complacent air-the turkey-buzzard. Sometimes twenty or thirty of these birds may be seen at once, and one of the old haruspices of the early Roman commonwealth, could he walk forth once more into the light of day, might suppose that the doom of Charleston was cast. But the turkey-buzzard is, by no means, a bird of evil omen here. On the contrary, he is regarded as one of the best Health Officers of the City and is therefore the peculiar pet of the authorities. The geese that saved the capitol, the cats and crocodiles that Mr. Gliddon tells us were once worshipped with such veneration in Egypt, were not in better To kill favor thau is our friend. the buzzard. him is a high misdemeanor. To the negroes he is a sacred animal, and many of them believe him to be the bird which appears upon the buttons of our officers and the national insignia.

There is no doubt that these ornithological scavengers keep the market very clean; the famous markets of Philadelphia and Boston are not more so. On Saturday evenings it is brilliantly lighted with gas, throughout its whole extent, and presents a lively appearance with its throng of buyers and sellers.

In the immediate vicinity of Charleston, there has been recently laid out a rural burial-place, to which the appropriate name of "Magnolia Cemetery" has been given. The nature of the ground One account says that this shell after doing some is not favorable to picturesque effect, it being damage to the steeple, fell upon and shattered a statue of William Pitt, which stood in an open space, immediately nearly a flat, and it can never therefore be made contiguous to the church. as beautiful as Mount Auburn" or "Green


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