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Spirit-Yearnings for Love. By Mrs. H. MA-


RION Ward,

12 The Poetical Works of Fitz-Greene Halleck, - 70

Sonnet to Graham. By ALTUS,

22 The Poetical Works of Lord Byron,


Sonnet to S. D. A. By “ Tue Squire," 48 The Life of Henry the Fourth, King of France

Shawangunk Mountain. By A. B. STREET, 59

and Navarre. By G. P. R James,


Sonnet to By CAROLINE F. ORNE, 67 Artist Life. By H. T. Tuckerman,


Sunset After Rain. By ALFRED B. STREET, 115 Poems of Early and Aster Years. By N. P.

Sonnet to Night. By GRETTA,

120 Willis,


Spirit-Voices. By CHARLES W. BAIRD, 158 Practical Physiology. By Edward Jarvis, 191

Song of the Elves. By AnnA BLACKWELL, 203 The Fruits and Fruit Trees of America. By

Song for a Sabbath Morning. By T. B. READ, 204 A. J. DOWNING,


259 Historical and Select Memoirs of the Empress

Sonnet. By C. E. T.


Josephine. By Mölle. M. A. Le Normand, 239

Sonnet. By Mrs. E. C. KINNEY,

281 Memoir of Sarah B. Judson. By “Fanny

Stanzas. By W. H. DENNY,


Song. By C. E. T.

342 The History of a Penitent. By George W.
The Memorial Tree. By W. GILMORE SIMMS, 11

Beihune, D. D.

The Rainbow. By Mrs. LYDIA H. SIGOURNEY, 12 Keble's Christian Year,


The Penance of Roland. By HENRY B. Hirst, 25 Edith Kinnaird. By the Author of “The

The Sea-Nymphs Song. By W.H.C. HOSMER,

30 Maiden Aunt,"


The Vesper Bell. By Park BENJAMIN, 38 Jane Eyre. An Autobiography,


The Sunbeam. By Mary E. LEE,

41 The Princess. By Alfred Tennyson,

The Land of Dreams. By Wm. C. BRYANT, 48 The Origin, Progress and Conclusion of the

The Mourner. By Dr. John D. GODMAN, 67 Florida War. By John T. Sprague,


The Saw-Mill. By WM. C. BRYANT,

86 The Poetical Works of John Milton,


The Portrait. By R. T. Conrad. (Illustrated.) 92 | An Universal History of the Most Remarkable
The Lost Pleiad. By HENRY B. Hinst, 115

Events of All Nations, from the Earliest Pe-

The Bride's Confession. By Alice G. LEE,

riod to the Present Time,


The Hermit of Niagara. By Mrs. Lydia H. Lectures on Shakspeare. By H. N. IIudson, 35


127 Military Heroes of the Revolution. By C. J.

The Bridal Morning. (Illustrated.)

128 Peterson,

The Alchemist's Daughter. By T. B. Read, 148 Old Hicks, the Guide. By C. W. Webber,


The Belle. By Mary L. LAWSON,


The Voice of the Fire. By J. B. Taylor, 177

Triumphs of Peace. By Wm. II. C. HOSMER, 187


To My Wise. By Robr. T. Conrad,




Woman's Love. Poetry by Anon. Music by

The Poet's Love. By IIenry B. Hirst, 200

Mathias Keller,


To the Author of “The Raven.” By Miss

Ben Bolt. The Words and Melody by Thomas

Harriet B. Winslow,

Dunn English,


The Fire of Drill-Wood. By HENRY W.

When Shall I See the Object that I Love. A


savorite Swiss Air. Music by J. B. Müller, 2
The Last of Ilis Race. By S. Dryden PHELPS, 220
The Sailor-Lover to His Mistress. By R. H.



The Spirit of Song. By Mrs. E. C. KINNEY, 238 | Innocence, engraved by W. E. Tucker.

The Ancient and the Modern Muse. By LYMAN General Butler, engraved by Thomas B. Welsh.


246 | A Portrait, engraved by Ross.

The Oak-Tree. By Park BENJAMIN,

204 Beauty's Bath, engraved by Sartain.

The Voice of the Night Wind. By E. Curtiss Paris Fashions, from Le Follet.


274 | Bridal Morning, engraved by A. B. Ross.

The Dayspring. By SAMUEL D. PATTERSON, 281 Expectation, engraved by J. Addison.

The Adopted Child. By Mrs. FRANCES B. M. Contemplation, engraved by Addison.


295 Paris Fashions, from Le Follet.

The Pole’s Farewell. By Wm. H. C. Hosmer, 324 Gen. Winfield Scott, engraved by Thos. B. Wels

The Real and the Ideal. By Marion H. RAND, 311 | Pauline Grey, engraved by J. B. Adams.

The Human Voice. By Geo. P. MORRIS, 311 | Paris Fashions, from Le Follet.

The Enchanted Isle. By LYDIA J. Peirson, 311 General Worth, engraved by Sartain.

The Continents. By J. Bayard Taylor, 312 Clara Harland, engraved by Addison.

Venice as It Was and as It Is. By PROFESSOR Paris Fashions, from Le Follet.


312 Captain Walker, engraved by A. B. Walter.

White Creek. By ALFRED B. STREET, 147 Cincinnati, engraved by J. W. Steel.
Years Ago. By George P. MORRIS,

190 | Paris Fashions, from Le Follet.


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- Do r't be angry, ma'ma-I wont jest any more, that calm, that repose you allude to, which forms, in s it displease you, but I will make a plain confes. my judgment, the guarante of Mr. Franklin's sin.

cerity, and the finishing grace of his character--a ** Well,” said Mrs. Clifford, • let me hear it." character in all other respects, also, a true and "I have not one feeling which I wish to conceal noble one.” from you. There have been moments when I liked Caroline did not listen without interest. Ir. Franklin," and a pretty color crossed her cheek, Mrs. Clifford was a native of New York, and had - but I have been struck with a peculiarity which come over just a year ago to enjoy a tour in Europe. tas ehilled warmer sentiments. He appears phleg. Franklin had been a fellow-passenger; and a sort of Datic and cold. There is about him a perpetual re- intiinary had grown up between the young people, pume that seems inconsistent with energy and feeling. which the gentleman had taken rather au serieux. He I am not satisfied that I could be happy with such a had gladly availed himself of an accidental business

uno certain that he is capable of loving, or necessity which called the son and proposed travelof inspiring love. When I marry any one, he must ing companion of Mrs. Clifford suddenly home, to mrship, he must adore me. He must be ready to join her little party, and had accompanied them 59 crazy for me. Let him be full of faults, but let through Italy, France, Germany, Belgium, and mata have—what so few possessma warm, unselfish Holland. The result was, that the happiness of his bart."

life now appeared to depend upon an affirmative "I have heard you, through,” said Mrs. Clifford, monosyllable in reply to the offer he had just made

w you must hear me. It is very proper that you of his heart and hand. Mrs. Clifford was the widow
vald not decide without full consideration. Ex- of a captain in the American navy, who had left her
mine as long as you think necessary the qualities of only a moderate income-sufficient, but no more,
[2. Franklin, and never marry him till he inspire for the wants of herself and daughter. Mr. Franklin
a with confidence and affection. But remember was a lawyer of six-and-twenty, who had been
Dething is due also to bim; and the divine rule of advised to repair the effects of too severe profes-

se toward others as you wish them to act toward sjonal application, by change of air, and a year's
4. must be applied bere, as in every affair in life. idleness and travel.
Emile you should not, I allow, be hurried into a The conversation was scarcely finished, when the
ecision, yet your mind once made up, he should not subject of it was announced.
kept a moment in suspense.”

After the usual salutations, Mr. Franklin said he ** Lo you think, ma’ma," asked Caroline, " that he had come, according to appointment, to accompany fluch feeling?"

the ladies on a walk, and to see the lions of London, I think he has. I think him peculiarly gifted where they had arrived some days before. In a h unselfish ardor. That which appears to you few minutes, hats, shawis, and gloves, being duly ness, is, in my opinion, the natural reserve of a put in requisition, they had lest their lodgings in i heart-50 modext that it rather retires from Grosvenor Street, Grosvenor Square, and were

ration than parades itself before the world. wending their way tuward Regent Street and the nent and fire, when common on the lips, are not Strand, through the crowds of this wonderful and e likely to be native to the soul. It is precisely magnificent metropolis, of which every thing was

a delightful curiosity, and where, amid the millions | agree that the extremely beautiful may also dispense around, they knew and were known by scarcely a with them. These ball-room belles of yours—these human creature.

real roses of the evening-are, I suspect, so lovely Every stranger, newly arrived and walking about as to make them exceptions to the general rule. London, has noted the effect of this prodigious town But there is a class of young ladies, among whom I upon him; and how singularly he is lost in its immen- place myself, neither so old and ugly as to make sity, overwhelmed by its grandeur, and bewildered ornament ridiculous, nor so beautiful as to render it amid its endless multiplicity of attractions. So it unnecessary. To this middle class, a bit of lace-a was with our little party. Excited by the thousand neat tab—a string of pearls here and there—a pretty novel and dazzling objects, the hours fleeted away worked cape-or a coronet of diamonds, I assure you, like minutes; and it was late before they had exe- do no harm." cuted or even formed any plans.

“That you are not so ugly as to render ornament “Let us at least go somewhere,” said Caroline. ridiculous," replied Franklin, “I allow; but that "Let us go to St. Paul's, or Westminster Abbey, or there is, in your case, any want of lovelines to rethe Tower; and we have, heside, purchases to make quire—to render-which—" -for ladies, you know, Mr. Franklin, have always “ Take care, Mr. Franklin!" interrupted Caroline, shopping to do.”

mischievously, “you are steering right upon the “Well, as it is so late," said Mrs. Clifford, “and rocks; and a gentleman who refuses all decoration we have promised to call on Mrs. Porter at half past to a lady's toilette, should not embellish his own two, I propose to leave the lions for another morning, conversation with flattery." and only enjoy our walk to-day."

“Upon my word,” replied he, in a lower voice, “Then, maʼma, let us go to that splendid shop, and “10 whatever class you belong, Miss Clifford, you look at the lace once more. Only think, Mr. do yourself injustice if you suppose lace and diaFranklin, we yesterday saw lace, not broader than monds can add to the power of your beauty, any this, and I had a half fancy to buy some for a new more than the greatest splendor of fortune could indress—and what do you suppose it cost ?”

crease the charms of your-". “I am little versed," said Franklin, “in such "Maʼma," exclaimed Caroline, “we have passed mysteries-five pounds, perhaps—”

the lace shop.” “ Twelve pounds—twelve pounds and a half ster- “So we have," said Mrs. Clifford; “but why ling-sixty American dollars. I never saw any thing should we go back-you certainly do n't mean to so superb. Ma'ma says I ought not even to look at buy any— ?!! such a luxury.”

“No, ma’ma; but I want some edging, and I * But is lace really such a luxury ?" inquired might as well get it here, if only to enjoy another Franklin, smiling.

look at the forbidden fruit." You can have no idea how exquisite this is !" The shop was one of those magnificent establish"As for me," rejoined Franklin, “I can never tell ments of late years common in large metropolises. whether a lady's lace is worth twelve pounds or A long hall led from the street quite back through twelve cents. Although, I hope, not insensible to the building, or rather masses of buildings, to another the general effect of a toilette, yet lace and diamonds, equally elegant entrance on the parallel street beand all that sort of thing, are lost upon me entirely." hind. The doors were single sheets of heavy plate“Oh, you barbarian!”

glass. In the windows all the glittering and precious “Real beauty was never heightened by such orna- treasures of India and Asia seemed draped in gorments, and ugliness is invariably rendered more con- geous confusion, and blazed also through unbroken spicuous and ugly."

expanses of limpid glass of yet larger dimensions “ You will not find many ladies," said Mrs. Clifford, than the doors. Silks, laces, Cashmere shawls, “ to agree with you."

damask, beavy and sumptuous velvets of bright "Oh, yes! How often do we hear of belles, as colors, and fit for a queen's train, muslins of bewilderdistinguished for the simplicity of their toilette, as for ing beauty, dresses at £200 a piece, and handkerthe beauty of their persons. Ilow often in real life, chiefs of Manilla of almost fabulous value. The and how frequently in novels. There you read that, interior presented similar displays on all sides, mulwhile the other ladies are shining in satin and lace, tiplied by reflections from broad mirrors, gleaming and blazing in diamonds, the real rose of the evening among marble columns. Perhaps those numerous ec'ipses them all in a plain dress of white, without mirrors were intended to neutralize the somewhat jewels, like some modest flower, unconscious of her gloomy effect of the low ceiling, not sufficiently charms, and therefore attracting more attention." elevated to admit the necessary light into the central

“ Well, I declare," said Mrs. Clifford, smiling, spaces. At various points, even in the day-time, it is just as you say!”

gas-lights burned brilliantly. Before the door were “And what does Miss Caroline think of my attack drawn up half a dozen elegant coroneted equipages, on lace and diamonds ?"

the well-groomed, shining horses, and richly-liveried “Why,” said Caroline, laughing, “ since you do coachmen, indicating the rank of the noble owners ; me the honor to require my opinion, I will give it and on the benches before the windows lounged the you. I agree that such pretending ornaments ill the tall and handsome footmen, with their long goldbecome the old and ugly. There you are right. I headed sticks, powdered heads, gaudy coats, bright

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colored plush breeches, and white silk stockings, But, my dear young lady," said the benevolentand gloves.

looking old gentleman, “ let me return your parcel.” In the shop there were, perhaps, fifty persons, as “Oh, that is not mine," replied Caroline. it happened to be a remarkably fine day in June- "I beg your pardon, it fell with your handone of those grateful gifts from heaven to earth which kerchief.” lure people irresistibly out of the dark and weary Gracious Heaven!” exclaimed Caroline, “what home, and which, when first occurring, after a long have I done! I have brought away a piece of that and dismal winter, as in the present instance, appear lace! Ma’ma, let us go back directly." 10 empty into the sunshiny streets, every inhabitant, Although the incident had occupied but a minute, the sick and the well, the lame and the blind alike, Mrs. Clifford and Franklin, engaged in conversation. from every house in town.

had not perceived it, and had gone several paces on. Caroline asked to be shown some of the lace which The old gentleman smiled, bowed, and disappeared she had looked at the day before. It was produced, around a corner. and Mrs. Clifford and Franklin were called to examine At this moment a man stepped up, and laying his it. The wonder consisted as much in the endless hand roughly on Caroline's arm, said, variety of the patterns, as in the exquisite fineness "Young woman, you must come with me!" and richness of the material. The counter was soon And a second iron-hand grasped her other arm. strewn with the airy treasures, one piece after an- Shocked and affrighted, she saw they were other, unrolled with rapidity, appeared to make a policemen. lively impression on the young girl, who at last, Then the voice of a person very much out of with a sigh, apologized to the polite person patiently breath, cried, waiting the end of an examination which his prac- 66 This is the one!-I can swear to her! And ticed eye had, doubtless, perceived was only one of look!—there is the very lace in her hand!" vain curiosity.

Pale as death, bewildered with terror, the poor " It is too dear,” said Caroline, "I cannot afford it. girl could only attempt to say, “Ma'ma! ma’ma!" Pray let me see some narrow edging."

but her tongue clove to the roof of her mouth, and “ That lace is very pretty,” remarked a lady of a her voice refused its office. A crowd had already commanding figure, evidently a person of rank. collected, and the words, “ Lady been a stealing!"

“Very pretty, my lady,” replied the clerk who and, “They've nabbed a thief!" were audible had waited on Caroline.

enough. What is it?

“Come, my beauty!" said the man, pulling her “ Twelve and a half, my lady.”

forward, " we've no time to lose." “It is really pretty-give me twenty yards." “Scoundrel!” cried the voice of Franklin, as he “ Very good, my lady.”

grasped him by the throat, “who are you?”' The article was measured and cut almost as soon You see who we are ;” was the stern reply; as ordered, and the remnant rewound into a small "we're policemen, in the execution of our duty. parcel and thrown upon the counter.

Take your band off my throat." At the same moment, and as a boy handed Caro- Franklin recognized their uniform, and relaxed line the edging, wrapped in paper, for which she his hold. had already paid, and which she took mechanically, " Policemen! and what have policemen to do she heard one of the bystanders whisper to another: with this lady? You have made some stupid " The Countess D- .!" (one of the most celebrated blunder. This is a lady. She is under my protecwomen of England.)

tion. Take your hand off her arm!” "Ma'ma," said Caroline, "did you observe that " If she's under your protection, the best thing lady?"

you can do is to accompany us,” replied the man, And they left the shop.

bluntly; and be made another attempt to drag, her “ Bless me!" said Mrs. Clifford, looking at her away. watch, " do you know how late it is? Half past two. Franklin restrained himself with an effort which We promised to be at Mrs. Porter's at this very did him honor, conscious that violence would be time. She said, you remember, she was going out here out of place, and perceiving that it would be at four; and it will take us, I'm afraid, nearly an hour utterly useless. He strove a moment to collect his to get there.”

thoughts as one stunned by a thunderbolt. " Then let us make haste, ma’ma!”

" What is the meaning of this?" he demanded. And witha very rapid pace they hurried back toward “If you ask for information,” remarked the man, Regent Street and Portland Place. They had gone impressed by his agonized astonishment, “I will on in this way, perhaps, twenty minutes, when a tell you; but wont the young woman get into a white-headed, respectable-looking old gentleman hack, out of the crowd ?” was thrust aside by a rude fellow pushing by, so An empty carriage happened to be passing, into that he ran against Caroline, and caused her to drop which, like a man in a dream, Franklin handed the ber pocket-handkerchief. He stopped, with evident ladies. One police officer entered with them the marks of mortification, and picked it up, with a other took his seat on the box with the coachman. polite apology. Caroline assured him she was not Caroline, although still colorless, had partly regained hurt.

her courage, and endeavored to smile. Mrs.

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Clifford, in a most distressing state of agitation, / willing to pay for it. My name is Mrs. Clifford. I only found breath to say, "Well, this is a pretty live No. Grosvenor Street, Grosvenor Square. adventure, upon my word!"

My dear, kind, good sir, turn the carriage and let us As the carriage moved away, followed by a troop go home. My husband was Captain Clifford, of the of ragamuffins, leaping, laughing, and shouting, American navy. Do you think we would be guilty Franklin said,

of stealing? I will give you any money you desire. “And now, my good fellow, I have submitted I will give you £50——only let us go." peaceably to this atrocious outrage, tell me by “ If your husband was Admiral Nelson himself," whose authority you act, and in what way this replied the man, with dignity, "I could not let you young lady has exposed herself to such an infamous go now—not if you were to give me £500. I bave insult ?"

only to do my duty. It's a very painful one-but “Well, in the first place," said the man, coolly, it must be done. I aint a judge. I'm a policeman; “I act by the authority of the Messieurs Blake, and my business is to deliver you safe into the hands Blanchard & Co.; and in the second place, the young of Blake, Blanchard & Co." lady has exposed herself to such an infamous in- To describe the whirl of thoughts which swept sult by stealing ten yards of Brussels' lace, at £12 through the mind of Franklin during the interval a yard, value £120 sterling."

would be impossible. He saw that a simple act of “Scoundrel!” exclaimed Franklin, again grasp. carelessness had been committed by Caroline; but ing his collar.

he was enough of a lawyer to perceive that the "Hollo! hollo! hollo!" cried the man-hands off, proof against her was singularly striking and unmy cove! and keep a civil tongue in your head, answerable-and he knew the world too well, not you'd best. It aint of no use, I give you my word to feel extraordinary alarm at the possible conseof honor."

quences. In London, alone, without friends or ac"Miss Clifford"

quaintances, a glance into the future almost drove But Miss Clifford had covered her face with her him to distraction. At moments he was half maswhite hands, which did not conceal her still whiter tered by the impulse to bear Caroline away, by a complexion.

sudden coup de main; but his hand was held by the “Why, look ye, sir," said the man, “if you reflection, that even were such a wild scheme posreally aint a party to the offence, I'm very sorry sible, success would be no means of security, for you. The business is just this here. The shop inasmuch as Mrs. Clifford had given her address; of Blake, Blanchard & Co., has been frequently while the attempt would exasperate the other party, robbed, and sometimes by ladies. I was called, not appear but a new evidence of guilt, and in every four months ago, to take a real lady to prison, who way enhance the danger of their position. had stole to the amount of £10. And to prison she As they approached the fatal shop, a large crowd went, too, though some of the most respectable had collected around the door. Franklin felt that people in town came down and begged for her. he was in one of those crises on which hang human Now this here young lady came yesterday to the destiny and life, and that he had need of more prushop of Blake, Blanchard & Co.-lumbled every dence and wisdom than man can possess, except it thing upside down, and bought nothing-went away be given him from above. Deep, therefore, and -10-day came again-asked to see the most valu- trusting, was his silent prayer to Him who hath able lace-bought ten shillings' worth of narrow said, Be strong and of a good courage. I will edging, and left the premises. At her departure not fail thee, nor forsake thee." she was seen to take ten yards of lace-value, Caroline appeared ready to sink into the earth £120. I was called in, and followed her, with one when the carriage stopped. of the clerks, to identify her person. We perceived “My dearest Miss Clifford,” said Franklin,“these her walking fast--very fast, indeed. It was as men have fallen into a bungling error, and it will much as we could do to overtake her. The clerk require some prudence on our part to make them can swear to her identity-and the lace was found see it. But compose yourself. Put down your in her hand. Both the young man and myself can veil; say nothing till I call you-and may God, in swear to it, if she denies it—though I caution you, his mercy, grant that our ordeal be short!" Miss, not to say any thing at present, because it These words were uttered with a composure and can be used against you at your trial."

cheerful presence of mind which reassured in some “I do not deny it,” said Caroline, with flashing degree the fainting girl. She had at her side a proeyes. “I took the lace, but did not know I took it." tector who would never desert her-a pilot with a

"Oh! ho-ho!” said the man. “I hope you can strong arm, a steady eye, and a bold heart-who make 'em believe that. Perhaps you can." would steer her through the wild storm, if any

“My dear friend,” cried Mrs. Clifford, now nearly human being could. beside herself, “I assure you, this is a frightful Mrs. Clifford, speechless with terror, let down her mistake. She carried the lace away from mere daughter's veil as well as her shaking hands permitcarelessness. Here is all the money I have about ted, and was led by Franklin from the 'carriage into me. Take it for yourself, only let us go. My the house. He then handed, or rather lifted, out daughter, I assure you, is utterly incapable of steal- | Caroline, who clung to him with helplessness and ing. You do n't know her. As for the lace, I am ! terror. The trembling party—a hundred unfeeling

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