ing. Brown loved gingerbread, but, to parody a sentence too common for us to quote, he loved Lotty

more.

Mrs. Brown, and Mrs. Brown's son, soon set off for home, but not before the widow had given Miss Charlotte a motherly kiss, and whispered, "I hearn it all." We spare our readers the endearing epithets lavishly bestowed by the lady upon her son, and, using the privilege allowed all writers, we shall at once make it morning, and start Mr. Brown to Martha Hillson's to "fix it." This privilege permits us to take any one, who may choose to follow us, to the "private entertainment," in advance of the lover, and this we, accordingly, do.

the room as if he was leading his company to the charge in double quick time.

Our readers have, doubtless, anticipated the conclusion. Jesse Wilson married the gingerbread lassie; but their foresight may not have informed them, that it was done by the solicitation of Peter himself. Mr. Brown was a man of strict honor, and considered his engagement a binding one, but, not being very nice at drawing distinctions, he thought Jesse would do as well as himself, and offered him the choice of the slaves, if he would swear fealty to Miss Charlotte Hillson in his place. Mr. Wilson was generous enough to reject the gift, but wedded the lady with joy. Peter attendLotty has just told Mr. Wilson of the engage-ed the nuptials, and uttered a scrap of wisdom, ment between herself and Peter, and they are once which made his long-suffering and painstaking more seated side by side, but their chat is entirely mother call him—a fool. 'Twas this, though not changed. A few days before, they had exercised in these words. A captain might yet expect to all of their ingenuity in expedients wherewith to get a wife who did not know B from a bull's foot.' encourage the bashful lover; now, they wish to drive him off. This, Mr. Wilson thinks quite easy; a huge old tome of accounts, and a little rustic pedantry being the weapons to be used. Miss Charlotte's education little qualifies her for acting the character of pedant, but she can make as many big words, and use more highsounding phrases, than are necessary for alarming the captain. Besides all this, she can quote from "Lalla Rookh," a whole day together. This, in the mouth of a vender of gingerbread, would frighten any one.

THE THEMES OF SONG.

Who makes his brotherhood of things from Nature's trea
Misname not thou an idle dream, the ardent poet's thought,

sures brought;

Their voiceless beauty speaks to him in language sweet
and clear,

A music, and a melody than earthly tones more dear!
Oh bright and glowing are the tints, the rainbow hues, that
dye

The legends of the olden time to Memory's musing eye;
And sweet the garland Friendship twines, that sheds im-
And lives in deathless poesy, regardless of the tomb.

mortal bloom,

Yes, the green field; the azure sky; the restless, rolling main ;

The waving wood; the ivied tower; the time worn battle

plain;

The cloudrobed mountain's misty brow; the murmur of the

stream;

The starbung canopy of night; the pale moon's silver beam; The balmy breath of Summer morn, when gentle zephyr's play

With op'ning buds, that sink to rest 'neath evening's purple

ray;

The stormwrought drapery of the sky; the lightning's quivering flash,

ing crash;

do not know what it is to be absorbed-profoundly That brightest gleams in darkest night; the thunder's pealabsorbed, Mr. Brown-in the contents of this super-excellent volume."

The murmuring cadence, breathing soft, when dying tempests wail;

and vale;

Peter Brown turned a little pale, and the corners of his mouth were observed to quiver; but he re- The whispering breeze of tranquil heav'n, that floats o'er hill covered himself, and asked, with a forced attempt at gaiety, if she was "mockin' the highflyers." "Imitating the gentry do you mean? No indeed! Listen to this admirable work.

"Where some hours since was heard the swell Of trumpet, and the clash of rell

Bidding the bright-eyed sun farewell.'"

The stormy revelry of wrath, in Winter's ruthless hour;
The tender beauty of the Spring, each modest little flower;
These claim the witchery of song; and wake the magic spell,
Which thrills the heart that owns its power; whose spirit
loves to dwell

In fancy's glowing imagery; which robes with dazzling light,
Its idols, and its memories, its daydreams pure and bright!
The melting harmonies of sound; "the music of the spheres,"

Captain Peter Brown-need we say it?-left' Recall the shadows of the past, the joys of other years;

And fondly cherished images of long departed hours,
Rise, in the magic-glass of thought, and fill her fairy bowers,
With forms and tones of severed friends, and mellow lustre

shed

On treasured scenes, that bring again the spirits of the dead, To hold communion sweet, with those, whose vigils sad were kept,

ten silver when in a state of ebullition; and the waves, as severed by the burnished keel, open in chasms of fire. The ship seems imbedded in flame, and the light of the brilliant wake shadows the masts and cordage on the surface of the sails.

We soon made Cape Frio, the terminous of a high chain of mountains; its lofty summit covered with mists. Shortly In sorrow o'er the lonely grave where warm affection slept. and leaving the "Sugar Loaf," an abrupt conical mountain after we passed through the entrance, about one mile wide,

Ah, deem it not a worthless boon--an ignis fatuus light,
That glitters only to deceive, and fade in glowing night,
No, 'tis a noble heritage,-a priceless treasure given;—
A faint, but faithful ray, whose beams portray the hues of
Heaven.

September, 1841.

A DAUGHTER OF VIRGINIA.

EXTRACTS

on the left, and Santa Cruz on the right, entered a spacious bay, surrounded by lofty mountains, clothed with verdure to their summits, picturesque in their aspect, and separated by vallies, whose luxuriant growth of fruit and flowers made the atmosphere redolent of perfume. Groves of orange, citron and lemons; orchards of plantain and banana, with the wild, abounding, uncultivated but delicious guava, in bloom, and weighed down with fruit, refreshed the eye with their varied hues, and almost overpowered the sense by their fragrance.

The city of Rio de Janeiro, situated on the south side of the bay, contains about 150,000 inhabitants. The streets,

FROM THE JOURNAL OF AN AMERICAN NAVAL OFFICER. long and narrow, run along the vallies between the moun

[Continued.]

tains. The palace-square, fronting on the quay, is, in the day time, always thronged, particularly with negroes pass

the freemen in number, that the police is necessarily very strict; and gangs of the poor wretches are compelled to work in chains. The heart sickens at the sight of hordes of these unfortunates, almost in a state of nudity, (like driven cattle,) exposed for inspection and sale-and this, too, near the residence and within the view of royalty.

Beauty of the Southern Constellations; The Magellaning to and from the fountains. The slaves so much exceed Clouds; The rising of the Southern Cross; The sinking of the North Polar Star; The Harbor of Rio de Janeiro, its scenery; The City, its population, trade, &c.; The variety of Churches; The rejoicings on account of the birth of the Princess Donna Maria; An arrival from the United States; Account of a dreadful duel; Departure from Rio; Various modes of passing the time on board; A seaman in a rhapsody; The history of Alice Bellanger and her son; "The uncle," "the schoolboy," and "the death of Alice;" Passing the Cape of Good Hope; Man overboard; Arrival in Anjeer Bay; The appearance and products of the country; Sail for Canton; Vexatious weather; A squall, a calm, and a tremendous storm; Approach to the coast of China; A Chinese fishing boat; Aspect of the country; Anchor under the peak of Lintin.

What a contrast! Within those gates, beneath that roof, all is pride and pomp and pageantry, and art is strained and nature ransacked, to pamper the luxurious indulgence of its inmates: without,-scorched by the blazing sun, bis only garment a filthy rag girt about his loins,-the fettered slave, emasculate and forlorn, his back excoriated, and with swollen feet, staggers along with his taskmaster at Lis heels.

The unbeliever may ascribe to chance, this great disparity of condition; but the Christian, with the eye of faith. After crossing the line, the atmosphere soon became pure, recognizes the hand, and in submissive piety, bows to the balmy and delicious, and so clear, that the stars became dispensations of Providence. He feels, he knows-for the visible as they successively rose above the horizon. The records of a Saviour's life confirm it-that each state bas polar star, that lamp hung out in the heavens, to guide the its trials and its solace: that the slave less favored, is less wayfarer of the desert, and the wanderer on the deep, al-accountable, and that it is the high in rank and the gifted though true to its post, now sunk gradually into the ocean; in intellect from whom most will be exacted. As the while others, more brilliant, but less endeared by associa- heighth and depth of mountains and vallies, would scarce tion, rose upon the view. High up in the sky, two lumi- be discerned by an eye capable of embracing the whole sur nous bodies, like fragments of the milky-way, arrest the face of the earth, so the inequalities of human life, tra gaze of the beholder; while, lower down towards the South-sitory and fleeting, are as nothing compared with the prospole, another of darker hue is visible. They are the won-pects of a future state. Let the poor slave toil on the derful Magellan clouds, which, from their position and im- humble and submissive, and he will reap the reward which movability, are ascribed by Humboldt to the reflection of will be denied to the monarch, who abuses, and the statesthe Cordilleras. man, who betrays his trust.

The slave trade is now very brisk, but it is to be hoped that the beaming rays of intelligence may yet penetrate be gloom which overshadows these benighted countries-and repudiate that political bigotry which deems, that crime cat be conducive of prosperity.

Every comparison with other countries, renders me prouder of and more attached to my own. She first s lenced with her artillery, the exactions of the Barbary Powers; and she also gave the first deathblow to the but

Language cannot describe the intense brilliancy of the Southern constellations. Although not of the first magnitude, yet, as a sacred symbol held aloft, the Southern cross first received the homage of the Northman. It is impossible to convey an idea of the beauty of the nights in these latitudes-when the sun has sunk enveloped in his gorgeous panoply of crimson and gold, and the full-orbed moon careers along the cloudless sky in an ocean of silvery light. Such scenes are to be felt as well as seen-for, on such occasions, the soul lost in reverie, and forgetful of the pre-rid traffic in human flesh. The exports of Rio are coffee sent, stretches far into the recesses of the past, and in its yearning for what it feels, that it alone can love, seems almost to grasp within its memory the reminiscence of a purer and more ethereal existence. Nor is the scene below less brilliant-far as the eye can reach, the liquid plain, There are four East-Indiamen belonging to the port, and when slightly ruffled by a breeze, seems like a sea of mol- about five hundred sail of foreign vessels enter annuat

sugar, tobacco, cotton, hides and horns. The annual exports of coffee amount to upwards of fifty million poards The whole value of the imports is from 13 to 14 min dollars.

of which about one-half are English; one-third American, | who cultivates those flowers only which captivate the vuland the remainder, French and other nations.

gar eye; but which, scentless and gaudy, are rejected by The Brazilian women are by no means prepossessing the hand of refinement. Listening to admiration first with the men are more so in features, but are short of stature and a pleased and then with a greedy ear, "unlike the natural disposed to be corpulent. They are simple, uneducated appetite, indulgence never sates, profusion never satisfies." and credulous, but kind and charitable; and provide so well | Proud of a complexion or a form, she neglects that which for their poor, that beggars are rarely seen. Unquestiona- would irradiate the one and dignify and ennoble the other. bly, the number of convents, from whence food is gratui- As like with like holds strong affinity, she assimilates with tously distributed, is the principal reason why the aid of the the least gifted of the other sex; and may, in her unmeanstranger is so seldom solicited. There are many churches, ing flippancy, encounter one, who, aware of her weakness all richly, though few tastefully, decorated. The King's and unrestrained by principle, will bait his book with flatchapel is gorgeous in the extreme,-but the great attraction tery, and lure her to destruction. Like the unconscious to me, is the music. The choir is composed of eunuchs, moth, she flutters round the torch of adulation, and meets and the singing surpasses all I have ever heard. There her ruin in what she most admired." If fortunately she esare many very large churches; and beside those in the cape infamy, she does not attain happiness. If single, city, every eminence around is crowned with a convent, a petulant and unloved; if married, pining and discontented; church, or a nunnery. The most interesting church to a fretful at admonition; negligent of her duties; heedless of sailor is the Boa Viagen, (Good Voyage,) adorned with the past, and unprepared for the future;-after a useless sails, cables, anchors, &c.—the grateful offerings of seamen life, she sinks shuddering into the grave, whose dark chasm preserved from shipwreck. is illumined by no ray of hope.

Since his flight from Portugal, escorted by an English fleet in 1808, John VI has held his court here. He is represented as an imbecile, governed by his wife, a sister to the King of Spain. A few weeks before our arrival, the Princess Donna Maria was born, and the rejoicings have not yet terminated.

Throughout the day, the clang of the bells is incessant; and the bills around, roar with the unceasing reverberation of the artillery, discharged from every ship and fortress. At night, the convents throw back the blaze of the illuminated city, which gilds the slopes and summits of the circumjacent mountains,-while, like an undulating mirror, the harbor reflects the myriads of lights which are fancifully interspersed among the spars and rigging of the shipsof-war. On the islands and along the shore, in every direction, bonfires are blazing; and from every point, as well on the water as the land, is heard the whizzing sound of the sinuous and beautiful rocket, which, exploding above and around, like an unceasing fuie de joie, fill the air with its fiery flakes. The sound of music, and the shouts of merriment, commingled and wafted by the breeze, fall gratefully upon the ear, and soothe the lagging hours of watchfulness. An arrival from the United States. A dreadful duel bas occurred at home.

"O, woman in our hours of ease,
Uncertain, coy and hard to please”—

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Young, beautiful and accomplished, but wayward and unfeeling, Emily Pendleton, the reigning belle of the town of Petersburg, became engaged to Edward Bowden, a student of medicine, who parted with her, after receiving her protestations of fidelity and love, to attend his last course of lectures in Philadelphia. In the meantime, impelled by that love of admiration, now become the aliments of her soul, she first encouraged the earnest gaze, then listened to the ardent vows, and finally engaged herself to Henry Arnold. Bowden, after his return, made some remark disparaging of the lady's constancy, which was naturally elicited by his disappointment. The remark was repeated to Arnold, who, fiery with zeal in behalf of one he deemed perfection, demanded an explanation in a manner so peremptory as to preclude it. A challenge necessarily ensued, and the graveyard of an old deserted church was selected as the place of combat. The father of Bowden was apprised of their intention the evening previous, and could at once have frustrated it,—but inasmuch as his son had a short time before been engaged in a similar affair, which had not, it was whispered, redounded to his credit, the father, in an unfortunate moment, deferred his interference until the following morning.

To a wedding or a duel, alike impelled by love or hate, men are proverbially punctual. Precisely at the appointed minute, the parties were on the ground. Who that from afar had beheld the quiet scene, would have dreamed of the as capricious in decision, as abiding in fortitude, how pow-deadly crime which was about to pollute it! To the West, erful is your influence for good or evil! An earthly coin embosomed in a valley, lay the town, half screened by a stamped with a heavenly image, is a pure and single-light gauze of vapor, which rose and fell as the gentle wind minded woman. The perfection of the human, the begin-rushed down the sides, or through the gorges of the hills. ning of the celestial race; throned in virtue; fanned by the The slumber of the citizens seemed protracted by the lulbreath of angels; environed with airs of paradise; her laby of the waterfalls, or the monotonous sound of the mills step is modesty, her voice is music, and her look is love.

"Spotless without and innocent within,
She fears no danger, for she knows no sin."

whose machinery they propelled. To the North, a dense bank of mist, gathering its folds to follow the rising sun, denoted the course of the river. The summits of the surrounding hills were bathed in light; the sweet breath of the An emanation of the Deity, the radiant link which binds morning was abroad, and the gushing of streams, and the us to a purer state, unconscious as the soft and fertilizing chaunt from each brake, proclaimed that "the voice of the dew, she weans us from sin to holiness,--and, as the wes-echo was unbound in the woods." The soft wind sighed tern sky is tinged with lights long after the sun has set, her beautiful example is felt beyond the grave. More eloquent than the chiselled marble or the sculptured urn, the tears and lamentations of the poor bespeak her epitaph. Lovely and beloved in life; cheerful and resigned in death; her heavenly task fulfilled, like the dove forced back by the troubled waters, she resumes her place in the bosom of her

God.

How different the character; how reverse the fate of the Yain and silly woman! Forgetting that beauty truly blent is the soul beaming in the face, she is like the unskilful florist,

through the trees, and moaned along the empty aisles of the time-honored and desolate church. Emblems of time and eternity, the people below, warm with the tide of life, breathed freely, while the dead around, cold and motionless, slept on. On a tombstone-the tablet of mortalitythe instruments of death were laid. The dead slept in peace; while two living beings confronted each other, embittered with hate. The length of two graves, with the interval between, was assigned as the distance. The principals were planted; and the seconds, heartless and selfish, without an attempt at reconciliation, but with due regard to

themselves, selected a safe position, and gave the word to mistaken the usual directions of the helmsman, returped to fire!.

Nerved by the sight of a successful rival before him, the aim of Bowden was unerring, and his ball passed through the heart of his enemy.

It is believed, that it was the intention of Arnold to have discharged his pistol in the air, and thereby make room for explanation: if so, his purpose was changed in an instant. Convulsively bounding from the earth when struck, with the look of a deinon, he glared upon his adversary; endeavored to level his pistol, which vibrated as he reeled, and, with the clutch of death, discharged it as he fell. Struck with horror at the appalling sight, Bowden, advancing one fatal step, received the bullet in his brain, and was caught ere he reached the earth by his tardy but agonized father. Side by side sleep the victims of coquetry; while she, in the arms of another, lavishes her blandishments, and mocks the love she cannot feel.

With light airs from the land, barely sufficient to ripple the placid surface of the sequestered bay, we slowly sailed out of the harbor of Rio de Janeiro. Bidding adieu to the comforts and delights of shore, and almost to the face of civilization, we girded on the armor of endurance for a long and perilous voyage.

We had scarce gained an offing, when the wind gently and almost imperceptibly subsided, and left us for hours riding helpless in a perfect calm.

With the hot and blistering noon, like bane and antidote, came the sea breeze, cool and refreshing; whose glad coming, long ere it reached us, was announced by the white foam of the leaping, sparkling wave. And now, with light sails furled and boats secured, and all prepared for the rude encounters of the sea, we braced our ponderous yards to the stiffening breeze and shaped our course for India.

Little of interest occurred to vary the monotony of our long and tedious voyage. By way of cheering the passage of the dull and lingering hours, the junior officers formed themselves into a school during the forenoon of each day; and in the evenings, when not prevented by the inclemency of the weather, those exempt from duty for the time, assembled together-and by tale, and jest, and song, endeavored to enliven each other.

Some of the crew, more dramatic in their taste, by the association of incongruous characters, formed an amusing Thespian corps,-and twice a-week, regaled their shipmates with the representation of such plays as Douglas, The Deserter, The Rendezvous, The Turnpike Gate, &c. The indulgence of this taste, led to an amusing incident. One of the most intelligent of the corps, also a good seaman, was at the helm during the midwatch on a dark and threatening night. The top-gallant-yards had been sent down, the topsails double reefed, and every preparation made for an approaching gale. Huge masses of clouds swept along the sky; the stars here and there, glimmered in the distance; the moon just sinking below the horizon, threw a pale and fitful beam across the waters; the ship rose and plunged to the fast rising sea, and nothing was heard except the angry lashing of the waves against her sides, and the shrill whistling of the wind through the blocks and cordage.

The officer in charge of the deck, was intently observing the weather; and the men of the watch, with the ropes in their hands, stood ready to reduce sail at a moment's warnning; when suddenly letting go the helm, the seaman clasped his hands and exclaimed-“O, Bertha, I adore thee!

"What's that," cried the officer, much startled and springing to his side.

"Steady-no higher," said the man, who had instantly resumed the helm; and the officer, supposing that he had

his post and renewed his scrutiny of the weather. It is almost needless to say, that the seaman was, in fancy, exacting on the stage the character which had been assigned to him.

One of the officers in his turn, related the history of Alice Bellanger and her son; and I will copy a portion, not so much for the incidents themselves, as for the reflections they suggest, and the lessons they convey.

The first part, all trifling as it is, will suffice to show how the mildest natures may be roused to frenzy, by the threatened wreck of hope, or the workings of despar. Who, in his varied circle of relatives and friends, has not known one, kind and playful as a fawn in his general intercourse, than whom, when deeply incensed, the sleuth hound, in its quest of blood, is not more untiring and relentless?

The second, alike in nature, and differing only in person from the first, will show that man is a fearful creature: that, while unmoved by passion, with the glee of boyhood be pursues his sport; gay as a butterfly, basks in the smile of beauty; and blithe, jocund and free, revels at the festive board. But let the placid stream be once ruffled by the gust of passion, and for the benignant smile, the merry laugh, the courteous air, and fond, confiding glance, we have the scowl of envy, distorted, frantic gestures, the mind, quick to conceive; the prompt hand, ready to avenge

a wrong.

The third, consoling in its sadness, will prove that death is not always a fearful thing.

It was afterwards ascertained that the officer spoke of his uncle, his mother, and himself.

THE UNCLE.

A childless widower, the affections of Lewis Bellanger were centred in his sister Alice and her infant son. The latter, was the object of his pride and deep solicitude Day by day he watched its growth, and carefully noted every sign of intelligence. It was at this period, when by its very exactions childhood is most endeared, that a severe attack of the measles had left the infant feeble and emaciated, with an irritating but not alarming cough. The sympathies of no one were more warmly elicited in its behalf, than those of its colored nurse, the simple-minded Hannah.

Considering unbroken sleep as the best indication of health, she determined of her own accord to do something for its relief. A phial of laudanum was kept in the apart ment, from which, more to soothe the cough that as an anodyne, a few drops were occasionally given.

One evening, the cough had been more than usually tresblesome-and was, for the first time, attended with indicstions of fever. At a late hour, those indications suosided, and the exhausted mother, spent with watching, retired to her pillow. Scarce had she done so, when Hannah, in pursuance of her benevolent design, warmed some drick: and adding what she considered a composing draught, gave it to the child.

The next morning, that child was attired in the case ments of the grave; and nothing was heard, save the is! wail of the conscience-stricken nurse, and the gushing sos of the crushed and desolate mother.

Bowed to the earth by the unexpected calamity, the uncle, after the first paroxysm, sunk into a state of apathy, and seemed to defy alike the solace of his friends and the sharts of fate. But when the continued warmth of his body, a duced the physician to hold a mirror to its nostrils, and the glad annunciation was made that the child still, though faintly breathed, a revulsion took place in his feelings. Rushing to his chamber, he seized a sword, and, scesing

the apartment whither the nurse had retired, he placed "O, mother, he will kill me!"
himself in the open door-way, and swore that the moment "God forbid, my son! but if he did, an early death
which confirmed the loss of his sister's child, should wit- were less bitter than a disgraced life. Much and dearly as
ness the death of her by whose stupidity it had been mur-I love you, Leon; closely as you are entwined with my
dered. Sternly silencing all remonstrance and entreaty,
and fiercely defying any attempt to remove him, for many
hours he maintained his post; nor would he abandon it,
until the child, awake and sensible, was placed in his arms.
Thus it is with man! Unopposed, kind, gentle and af-
fectionate; and plastic as his native clay, in the hands of
those he loves. But roused, how fearful is the transition!
fiercer and more relentless than the tiger, every natural,
healthy pulsation, is exchanged for the wildest throes of
the deepest, blackest, direst, and most vindictive passions.

very heartstrings, I would rather follow you to the grave,
and lay beside you in the narrow restingplace, than live
and bear the humiliation of hearing my son branded as a
coward. Leon, you surely will not, cannot shrink?”
"I will die first!" exclaimed the boy, as he rushed from
the house.

THE SCHOOLBOY.

Years passed on; and a neat, becoming cap, confined the tresses of the more matronly, less blooming, but scarce less beautiful Alice. Her son, Leon, now in his fourteenth year, was pursuing his studies under an excellent teacher who superintended the academy of the town.

One evening, Leon returned from school late and dispirited, and instead of hastening as usual to his mother to narrate the incidents of the day, he sat apart, moody and silent.

"Leon, come here," said Alice.

He looked up, partially rose, and then, as he encountered her glance, drooped his head and resumed his former position.

Do you hear me, my son?"

Thus parted mother and son. She to commune in her closet-and he to the peaceful hall of learning, with thoughts intent upon the coming conflict. That evening, with a face livid, swollen and disfigured with blood, Leon was borne home by some of his associates.

"You have done well, my son," said Alice to him, when he was sufficiently recovered to return to school, "well and nobly. You have resented the insult you received, and, although you have been discomfited, your adversary has been taught to respect you. I have but one word more of advice to give, and that is, to resent an insult the moment it is offered,-but, never my child, never be the aggressor."

The pure spirit of Alice dreamed not of the innate ferocity of human nature. Her own magnanimty misled her as to the effect the resistance of her child would have upon the character of George Hinton his oppressor.

Instead of evincing a generous forbearance, Hinton felt more disposed than ever, to domineer over one, physically so much his inferior. A second, a third, and a fourth contest, Those low, sweet sounds, so gentle yet so distinct, con- each more desperately fought than the preceding one, folveyed to the feelings of that boy, a mandate more impera-lowed in quick succession: from each one, Leon was borne tive than the behest of the Great Sultan to his turbaned bruised, battered, and helpless;-but, with spirit unsubslaves-with whom, to hear is to obey. Rising at once, dued, his return to school was invariably a signal for the Leon quickly crossed the room, and throwing himself at his renewal of the conflict. mother's feet, buried his head in her lap and burst into tears. Like the magician, Alice had raised a storm which she Perceiving by his countenance when he rose that he could not quell. She did not condemn the resolute persewas deeply distressed, Alice had thrown aside the needle-verance of her son, but she grieved at the vindictive spirit work, with which she was engaged; but that fond mother, now awakened in his bosom. But who amongst us is peralthough yearning to sympathize in and soothe the affliction fect? As well preach charity to the unfeeling; portray the of her child, was yet too considerate to interrupt the first loveliness of a generous nature to the avaricious; exalt on gush of overcharged feeling. In a short time, tranquillized high magnanimity to the selfish; amid rapine and pillage by her endearments, his tale of grief was told and he com- bid the rapacious soldier to abstain; and cry "forbear” to posedly slept, while she lay awake and anxious-for she the tiger, with his tongue just lapped in the blood of his felt that a crisis had arrived, and feared lest her child should victim, as to open the sluices of the human heart, and then prove deficient in the trial which awaited him. expect its crimson tides to flow with their wonted equanimity.

The next morning, as he left for school, his mother thus spake to him

Had Alice yielded to her maternal solicitude, she would have withdrawn Leon from school-but she felt that on the present emergency, hinged the future character of her son. Were she to withdraw him now, that spirit of resistance to oppression, and of indomitable perseverance in the rights, which, with a high sense of honor, she was most anxious to implant and foster, might be weakened, if not forever extinguished. She determined therefore to leave the matter to its course; but, with a heart wrung with apprehension, she saw him depart for school, for the first time since his last encounter.

"My son, heretofore I have endeavored to inculcate in you, charity and good will to all; I have enjoined you rather to think for others than yourself, and to submit to any privation rather than wantonly or undeservedly wound the feelings of another. In fine, I have striven to impress on you as the standard of all your actions, that golden rule that we should do unto others as we would that others should do unto us.' Thus far, with trifling exceptions, my admonitions have not been disregarded. But now, my child, I am called upon to perform a sterner duty; one, from the Leon, however, had improved in pugilism, not from hosexactions of which, I would gladly relieve both you and tile practice only, but by the instructions of a larger boy, myself but it may not be. There is a limit to all things, who taught him how to parry the dreadful force of Hinton's and forbearance carried too far, may degenerate into pusil-blows, which, heretofore striking a vulnerable part, had so lanimity. This is a hard and selfish world, Leon, where often felled him to the ground.

so many in the arrogance of their nature are prone to tram- With equal firmness of purpose therefore, but in better ple on their fellows, that it is a social obligation on each spirits, Leon again defied Hinton on the dismissal of the one, to resist tyranny in every shape, and teach the would-school.

be-despot, that he may not lord it with impunity. There Heretofore in very desperation at first, and afterwards 18 but one course for you to pursue, my son-one only from a vindictive yearning to close with his opponent, Leon mode of securing my approbation. You have been struck had continued to rush upon him-until, breathless and exby another boy-one larger and stronger than yourself, it is hausted, he fell a victim to calm, collected, and superior true-but it matters not ;--great as are the odds against prowess. On this occasion, however, he acted differently, you, you must return the blow you have received." for with hope came circumspection.

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