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with wonderful dexterity. They can swim in smooth reduced size; and in every part of America it appers water, though they are, of course, ill able to contend to be a somewhat rare species. It confines itself to the with an inbreak of the sea. Swimming is a much fresh-water marshes, and thereby escapes manyat more severe action in them, however, than in birds mishaps which befall its relative. This circumstance which have the feet webbed or lobed; though they also has caused the people of New Jewsey to beton strike powerfully, their stroke tells but little upon the upon it the name of the Fresh Water Mud Hen, and water; and the rapidity of their stroke proves their renders it not unknown on the bogs and swamp distrust of that element—their feet are for the land. grounds near the Ohio and Mississippi. Their fes not for the water, and on the level ground and the is not inferior to that of the Soree, but their dinin leaves of Aoating plants, they run with astonishing rive size renders them liule sought after as ganze rapidity."

The Soree or Common Rail of America, than which The Virginian or Lesser Clapper Rail is scarcely perhaps, none affords a more delicious repast, er distinguishable from the true Clapper, except by its ' more agreeable amusement, is now before us.

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CAROLINA RAIL. (Crez Carolinus. BONAPARTE.) The natural history of the Rail, or Soree, or Coot, sport : "As you walk along the bank of the river as it is called in the Carolinas, is involved in much at this period, you hear them squeaking in every mystery, the process of incubation being still more direction like young puppies. If a 'stone be throws unknown than the exact places where it is effected. among the reeds, there is a general outery and reThe general character of the Sorees is the same as that iterated kuk, kuk, kuk, something like that of a of the two other species of Rail already mentioned. Guinea-fowl. Any sudden noise, or the discharge of They run swiftly, fly slowly, and usually with the a gun, produces the same effect. In the meantime legs hanging down, become extremely fat, prefer none are to be seen, unless it be at or near high running to flying, and are extremely fond of conceal- water; for, when the tide is low, they universally ment. In Virginia, along the shores of the James secrete themselves among the interstices of the reeds, River, the inhabitants take advantage of the effect and you may walk past, and even over them, where produced upon the Rail by fright much in the fol- there are hundreds, without seeing a single individual lowing fashion. A mast is erected in a light canoe, On their first arrival they are generally lean, and surmounted by a grate, in which is a quantity of unfit for the table, but as the reeds ripen they rapidly fire. The person who manages the canoe is pro- farten, and from the twentieth of September to the vided with a light paddle, and at night, about an hour middle of October, are excellent, and eagerly sought before high tide, proceeds through and among the after. The usual method of shooting them in this reeds. The birds stare with astonishment at the light, quarter of the country is as follows: The sportsman and as they appear, are knocked on the head with furnishes himself with a light batteau, and a sou, *the paddle and thrown into the boat. Three negroes experienced boatman, with a pole of twelve er have been known to kill from twenty to eighty dozen fifteen feet long, thickened at the lower end to prein the space of three hours. The reeds attain their vent it from sinking too deep into the mud. About full growth along the shores of the Delaware in two hours or so before high-water they enter the August, when the Rail resort to them in great num- reeds, and each takes his post, the sportsman stand bers to feed upon the seeds, of which they, as well ing in the bow ready for action, the boatman on the as the Rice Birds, are excessively fond. The elo- stern-seat pushing her steadily through the rest quent Wilson, than whom no one could more enjoy The Rail generally spring singly, as the boat as the pleasures of Rail-shooting, thus speaks of the vances, and at a short distance ahead, are instantly

shot down, while the boatman, keeping his eye on are rare. The flight of these birds among the reeds the spot where the bird fell, directs the boat forward is usually low; and shelter being abundant, is rarely and picks it up as the gunner is loading. It is also extended to more than fifty or one hundred yards. the boatman's business to keep a sharp look-out, and When winged and uninjured in their legs, they swim give the word 'Mark!' when a Rail springs on either and dive with great rapidity, and are seldom seen to side without being observed by the sportsman, and rise again. I have several times on such occasions to note the exact spot where it falls until he has discovered them clinging with their feet 10 the reeds picked it up; for this, once lost sight of, owing to the under the water; and at other times skulking under sameness in the appearance of the reeds, is seldom the floating reeds with their bill just above the found again. In this manner the boat moves steadily surface. Sometimes, when wounded, they dive, through and over the reeds, the birds flushing and and rising under the gunwale of the boat, secrete falling, the gunner loading and firing, while the themselves there, moving round as the boat moves boatman is pushing and picking up. The sport con- until they have an opportunity of escaping unnoticed. tinues till an hour or two after high-water, when the They are feeble and delicate in every thing but the shallowness of the water, and the strength and weight legs, which seem to possess great vigor and energy, of the floating reeds, and also the backwardness and their bodies being so remarkably thin or comof the game to spring as the tide decreases, oblige pressed as to be less than an inch and a quarter them to return. Several boats are sometimes within through transversely, they are enabled to pass bea short distance of each other, and perpetual cracking tween the reeds like rats. Yet though their flight of musketry prevails along the whole reedy shores among the reeds seems feeble and fluttering, every of the river. In these excursions it is not uncommon sportsman who is acquainted with them here must for an active and expert marksman to kill ten or have seen them occasionally rising to a considerable twelve dozen in a tide. They are usually shot height, stretching out their legs behind them, and singly, though I have known five killed at one dis- flying rapidly across the river where it is more than charge of a double-barreled piece. These instances a mile in width.”

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PURPLE GALLINULE. (Gallinula Porphyrio. Wilson.) Before concluding this article, we would say a few | parrot. Its flesh is exquisite in taste. This bird was words in behalf of the Gallinule, called, from its re- famous among the ancients under the name Porsemblance to the domestic fowl, the Water Hen. In phyrion, indicating the red or purple tint of its bill respect to manners, it is, according to Latham, a and feet-a far more appropriate appellation than very docile bird, being easily tamed and feeding that now vulgarly applied to it. It is known to breed with the common poultry, scratching the ground with in Georgia, whose thick swamps favor the concealthe foot like the latter. It will feed on many things, ment to which it is partial. It is extremely vigilant such as roots of plants, fruits, and grain, but will eat and shy, and cannot be shot without great difficulty. fish with avidity, dipping them in the water before They move with grace upon the water, and run with it swallows them; will frequently stand on one leg equal facility on the ground or on the leaves of and lift the food to its mouth with the other, like a water plants.

MY LOVE.

BY J. IVES PEASE.

I LOVE! and ah, Yr is bliss to feel

My breast no longer lone and cold; To know, though Time all else should steal,

The heart can never all grow old ! I love! and now I live again!

The world looks brighter to my eyes;
There is a gladness on the plain

A newer glory in the skies.
I love! Her smile is o'er my path

Like sunlight in sweet April hours:
Her voice steals o'er me like the breath

Of morning to half-withered howers. I love! Ah she may never know

How wild my love! I have no sighI have no word-nor look to show

How much I'm blessed when she is nigh.

I know not! Dearest, still, oh still,

“ Look love upon me," sweet and kind! Let thy glad thought, in music, thrill

Bright witeberaft through my longing mix I clasp thee to my breast-in dreams!

Thy lips rain kisses warm and fastAnd I half hate the morning beams

That scare thee to thy home at last. Thy "home!"-ah, would it ne'er had been

Thy home and mine are wide apartThe world's grim shadow glooms between

And my life lives but where thou art. Ah, dearest, we're not happy! Life

Yields not the bliss 't was meant to do: Discord might come of wrong and strife

Should sorrow spring from duty, 100?

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GEMS FROM LATE READINGS.

BY MISS ELLEN PICKERING.

though they knew not that there was cause for sorrow, “An humble appreciation of your powers might save you guessed not that the heart was well nigh broken, and only vain ; but I doubt if your humility exceeds your knowledge. stayed the expression of its grief that the cold gaze might Fascinated by harmony of tone and grace of manner, you

not mock it. We have seen the lowly ones of earth, lowly perceive not a deficiency in energy–a want of moral

in station, but how high in worth ! part from the same;

and the lip could not speak for the heart's feeling; and the courage. You close your eyes against every token of an over-sensitiveness to ridicule, veiled beneath the more

tears of the mourner, repressed before lest the cold should graceful cloak of fastidious taste. You will not understand mock, mingled with theirs. The first passed on with stately that pride and weakness fashion a character which, how- step, and a cold offer of future service; the last plucked

the only rose from the favorite tree, and placed it by the E. ever seemingly amiable in many other points, is not such

as to repay the devotion of a woman's love. A strong mind traveler's cloak with a trembling hand and quivering lip. will make itself known; and where all is perfect harmony, They thought that the traveler would prize it as a memono unmodulated tone, no sudden and impulsive movement, rial of a once happy home. That single rose, and its kind no springing into action, there is art, and that may not be

and delicate giver, can they ever be forgotten? If all the trusted-or there is over-refinement, wasted powers, a

memories of misfortune were like that who would not be

unfortunate? trivial mind, without a noble aim-or there is weakness,

What feeling so endearing, so ennobling which fears ridicule-a moral cowardice: or there is me

as gratitiude? Even love, though it may have more of E. diocrity, that cannot rise above the common herd-that beauty and brightness, is not so generous and so pure. 3 dares not dare, that may pass unnoted in prosperity, but What a glorious day! Not a heavy cloud in all the sky,

whose powers rise not in adversity. Such should not be only a few fleecy forms floating across the rich blue vault,

throned in woman's heart! He is not worthy woman's and the sun shining out in all its summer splendor, as 3 tender, self-denying love, whom a sneer will change-a though it had never shone before, looking down for the " laugh will part-he will be found wanting-he will stand first time on the gladsome earth, instead of having run its *1 aloof when the faint heart turns to him for consolation.

course unnumbered years—undimted in lustre-unim* Wo to you! wo to you, especially if you trust such. You paired in power. E cannot always tread on flowers; choose one who can and

Where are the works of man? his labors of the past ? py will smooth down a rugged path. The gilded vessel, the The eye looks on rain; or time hath swept away even E child's plaything, rides gayly on a glassy sea-but life is

that poor trace; and a fable or tradition alone remains. not a glassy sea; the storm must come. If you would

But time hath no power over the Eternal or the works of reach the peaceful port, embark not in a summer yacht; His hands-itself His slave. select a ship that can abide the storm-a mind that can Out! out! treading the green turf-lying on some maintain its course—that struggles—and will conquer. flowery bank-dreaming beneath the leafy shade. Who Look there,” he continued, for she made no reply, taking would be pent up within four stone walls on such a day, up a highly finished drawing from the table, the perform- when he could forth with the blue above and the green ance showing more pains than genius, and contrasting it below, and a thousand gleesome things around? What with a bold, free sketch which lay beside it," there they though the walls are gilded, and the lofty ceiling fretted ; are exactly, the one all harmony, or insipidity as I should the Persian carpet soft as the woodland moss; whilst the call it; a model of weakness—highly finished—not a stroke luxuries of art, the beauties of genius, lend their splendors wanting-complete as a whole-but how poor a whole! with a gorgeous profusion ? Still it is only a magnificent Without the possibility of amendment, too: deficient in prison. We see but liule of the blue heaven ; scarcely energy-not a bold line: and were such put in it would be

more of the varied tints of earth. The air we breathe is out of place—it would spoil the keeping. Now look on close ; and the heart flutters to be free, as the imprisoned this! A bold and vigorous outline—the work of mind, butterfly on the first day of spring. Who would not rather seizing the attention : soul, not manner; thought, not go forth into the fresh, free air, than be a prisoner even in mechanism; it may be filled up ill, but it may also be filled

a gilded cage? And Nature, is she not more beautiful than up well : there is the capability of greatness : there may Art ? Doth not that beauty make the step more buoyant, be faults in the petty details, but the whole will compel and the heart more light? admiration, and not weary in the survey. This other How one loves a summer day with all its gentle glories makes me yawn. Better choose the bold, the frank, the its murmured music-its delicious fragrance-its warmth, generous, with all his faults; he may be rash, unthinking, gladdening, not oppressing, its soft and soothing air—its wasting the powers whose force he knows not; but the dreamy feel, its shadows and its lights, its brilliant visions capabilities of amendment are within him. What say you and its stirring thoughts and more, far more, its loving to my exordium ?"

memories! It is great injustice to assert that delicacy of feeling is

SONG. confined to the higher ranks, and is the offspring of refine

My dwelling is no lordly hall, ment and education; these may nourish and increase, but

I rule no wide domain ; they cannot give it. It is innate; the child of the untu

No bending servants wait my call, tored heart; the very essence of the beautiful : chained to

No flatterers swell my train; no climate, bounded to no rank.

But roses twine around my home,
We have seen the wealthy, those who thought them-

Bright smiles my presence greet;
selves the great ones of the earth, take leave of those of

The woodland wild is mine to roam, 7 fallen fortunes with undimmed eye and steady voice, as

Mine Summer's odors sweet.

No costly diamonds deck my hair,

No cloth of gold have I;
But gorgeous robes and jewels rare

Stay not the sad heart's sigh.
Those gems might bind an aching brow,

There is no pain in mine;
Red gold might win a faithless vow,

And I be left to pine.

So in the winters of the soul,

By bitter blasts and drear,
O'erswept, from memory's frozen pole,

Will sunny days appear,
Reviving Hope and Faith, they show

The soul its living powers,
And low beneath the winter's snow

Lie gems of summer flowers.

SILENCE.

BY G. P. R. JAMES.

The night is mother of the day,

The winter of the spring, It may seem perhaps a paradox to say that expectation

And ever upon old decay is enjoyment. Nevertheless it is so on this earth. Fruition

The greenest mosses cling; is for heaven. With the accomplishment of every desire

Behind the cloud the starlight lurks, there is so much of disappointment mingled that it cannot

Through showers the sunbeams sall; be really called enjoyment, for fancy always exercises it

For God, who loveth all his works, self upon the future; and when we obtain the hard reality

Has left his Hope with all. for which we wished, the charms with which imagination decorated it are gone. Did we but state the case to our. selves as it truly is, whenever we conceive any of the

BY THE AUTHOR OF “GRANTLEY MANOR manifold desires which lead us on from step to step through life, the proposition would be totally different from that which man forever puts before his own mind, and we should take one step toward undeceiving ourselves. We What a strange power there is in silence! How many continually say, “ if I could attain such an object, I should resolutions are formed-how many sublime conquests be quite contented." But what man ought to say to him- effected during that pause, when the lips are elnsed, and self is, “ I believe this or that acquisition would give me the soul secretly feels the eye of her Maker apon her! happiness." He would soon find that it did not do so; and When some of those cutting, sharp, blighting words have the never-ceasing recurrence of the lesson might, in the been spoken which send the hot indignant blood to the face end, teach him to ask what was the source of his disap- and head, if those to whom they are addressed keep silence, pointment? Was it that other circumstances in his own look on with awe, for a mighty work is going on within fale were so altered, even while he pursued the path of them, and the Spirit of Evil, or their Guardian Angel, is endeavor, as to render attainment no longer satisfactory? | very near to them in that hour. During that pause ibey -was it that the object sought was intrinsically different have made a step toward heaven or toward hell, and an when attained, from that which he had reasonably believed item has been scored in the book which the day of jodg. it to be while pursuing it?-or was it that his fancy had ment shall see opened. They are the strong ones of the gilded it with charms not its own, and that he had volun- earth, the mighty for good or for evil, those who know tarily and blindly persuaded himself that it was brighter how to keep silence when it is a pain and a grief to tbern; and more excellent than it was? Perhaps the answer, yes,

those who give time to their own souls, to was strong might be returned to all these questions; but yet I fear the against temptation; or to the powers of wrath, to stamp chief burden of deceit would rest with imagination, and upon them their withering passage. that man would ever find he had judged of the future without sufficient grounds, and had suffered desire to stimulate hope, and hope to cheat expectation. Yet, perhaps, if he

BY CURRER BELL. would but turn back and look behind, when disappointment and success had been obtained together, he would find that the pleasures tasted in the pursuit, especially at

Life, believe, is not a dream the time when fruition was drawing nearer and nearer,

So dark as sages say; would, in the sum, make up the amount of enjoyment

Oft a little morning rain which he had anticipated in possession.

Foretells a pleasant day.

Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
BY JOHN G. WHITTIER.

But these are transient all;
If the shower will make the roses bloom,

O why lament ils fall ?
Bland as the morning breath of June

Rapidly, merrily,
The south-west breezes play;

Life's sunny hours flit by,
And through its haze the winter noon

Gratefully, cheerily,
Seems warm as summer day.

Enjoy them as they fly!
The snow-plumed angel of the north
Has dropped his icy spear;

What though Death at times steps in,

And calls our best away?
Again the mossy earth looks forth,

What though sorrow seems to win,
Again the streams gush clear.

O'er hope, a heavy sway?
The fox his hill-side cell forsakes,

Yet hope again elastic springs,
The muskrat leaves his nook,

Unconquered, though she fell:
The blue-bird in the meadow brakes

Still buoyant are her golden wings,
Is singing with the brook.

Still strong to bear us well.
“ Bear up, O Mother Nature !!' cry

Manfully, fearlessly,
Bird, breeze, and streamlet free,

The day of trial bear,
"Our winter voices prophesy

For gloriously, victoriously,
Of summer days to thee!”

Can courage quell despair!

TIME.

A DREAM OF SUMMER.

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