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tion. Every aid was tried to prolong her life, but in vain. Her last words spoke unabating affection for the man who had acted towards her so nobly, and he beheld her yield to the great tyrant of mortals. Her cheek grew pale her bosom heaved with more sudden and convulsive gasp; her eyes assumed a glare of terrible import, and her still beautiful lips were still put forth affectionately for one kiss from the being she loved. IIe bent down his head to clasp her in his arms, but the motionless form breathed not back his caress, and the heart beat not responsive to the throbbings of his own. Although sometimes he regretted the matrimorial chains in which he was bound, he wept as they were broken; and when night flung its shadows over the world, it found him still mourning over the fond partner of his heart. The next evening I saw the pro-l cession which attended the remains of this once lovely being to the tomb, move sadly and slowly along; the village bell rang in mournful peals, and the convulsive sighs , of her numerous friends fell heavy upon my ear. The pastor's prayer breathed the deep sorrow of his bosom, and was delivered in so affecting a manner, that his eyes bore testimony to the sincerity of his heart. When they arrived at the narrow house, I saw Herman standing with his arms folded over his breast, at the head of the grave. The coffin was placed in the earth —the apostle's benediction pronounced, and the “clods of the valley” were heaped upon the wasted form of her who had evel been so fond—so amiable—so true. Herman did not weep, yet language could not utter what he felt; his pale and sunken cheek; his quivering lip; his inflamed and suuken eye; his trembling limbs—all bore witness to the agony of his o When I approached him, he seemed absorbed in painful meditation, and his vacant glare convinced me of the horrible workings of his soul. “Herman,” said I, “we all have our afflictions in this transitory life; but we must not yield to them. Rouse thee, my friend, and bear your sorrows like a man.” Never shall I forget the look he gave me—it was so full of pensive tenderness,
feel” that I became dumb, and we in silence pursued our journey home. By slow degrees, as time wore away, he resumed his wonted cheerfulness; and he has often since declared to me in confidence, when we mentioned Harriet, “that it always was the most ardent desire of his heart, to have returned an af. fection so pure and disinterested; but as he found it impossible, he gave her his youthful days, and thcught it his duty to shelter and protect her.” I knew he spoke the truth, and I could not, on such occasions, avoid taking his hand, and inwardly pronouncing him a truly noble character.
ENGLISH SLAVE TRADE.
According to Bede, the ecclesiastical historian, our ancestors were sold as slaves; for he tell us that St. Gregory, commonly called great, (who was born in 544,) “on a time saw beautiful boys walking in the market place at Rome, and demanded from whence they were; answer was made to him, ‘out of the isles of Britain.” Then asked he whether they were Christians or no. They said “no." ‘Alas, for pity,” said Gregory, “that the foul fiend should be lord of such folks; and that they who carry such grace in their countenances, should be void of grace in theis hearts.” Then he would know of them by what name their nation was called; and they told him ‘Anglesmen;’ ‘and justly be they so called, quoth he, “for they have angel-like faces, and seem mete to be made co-heirs with the
angels of heaven.” o
The hero of Poland once wished to send some bottles of good wine to a clergyman at Selothurn, and, as he hesitated to trust them to his servant, lest he should smuggle a part, he gave the commission to a young man by the name of Zeltner, and desired him to take the horse which he
and seemed to say so audibly, “thou
- himself usually rode. On his return, young canst not speak of what thou dost not
Zeltner said that he never would ride his
horse again, unless he would let him have his purse at the same time. Kosciusko inquiring what he meant, he said, as soon as a poor man on the road takes off his hat and asks charity, the horse immedi. ately stands still, and will not stir until something is given to the petitioner; and as I had no money, I was obliged to feign giving something, in order to satisfy the beast.
Deception.—The sieur Boaz, (the slight wof hand man) was accosted in the usual style by a retailer of oranges. “Well my lad,” says the sieur, “how do you sell!—” “Two-pence a piece, Sir,” quoth the man. “High priced, indeed,” rejoined the deceiver; however, we'll try them. Cutting an orange into four pieces, “Behold,” says the sieur, (producing a new guinea from the inside of the orange,) “how your fruit repays me for your extortion. Come, I can afford to purchase one more,” and he repeated the same experiment, as with the first. “Well to be sure,” says he, : “they are the first fruit I ever found to produce golden seeds.” The sieur then wished to come to terms for his whole basket; but the astonished Jew, with joy. ous alacrity, ran out of the house, and reaching home, began to quarter the contents of the whole basket. But alas ! the seeds were no more than the produce of nature—the conjuror only pessessing the golden art.
Child at a Mother's Grave.
My mother's grave!
To the grey-headed man; and look withlon
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It was late one evening when Ximen was making his usual round through the chambers of Almamen's house. As he glanced amound on the various articles of wealth and luxury, he ever and anon burst into a low fitful chuckle, rubbed his lean hands, and mumbled out, “if my master
should die! if my master should die!” While thus engaged he heard a confu. sion and distant shout, and, listening attentively, he distinguished a cry, grown of late sufficiently familiar, of “Live Jussu the just 1 perish the traitor Jews!” “Ah!” said Ximen, as the whole character of his face changed, “ some new robbery upon our race T And this is thy work, son of lssachar! Madman that thou wert, to be wiser than thy sires, and seek to dupe the idoltaers in the council-chamber and the camp,their fields, their vantage ground; as the bazaar and the marketplace are ours. None suspect that the otent santon is the traitor Jew; but I now it! I could give thee to the bowstring; and if thou wert dead, all thy
goods and gold even to the mule at the manger, would be old Ximen's" He paused at the thought, shut his eyes and smiled at the prospect his fancy cont jured up; and repeating his survey, returned to his own chamber, which opened by a small door upon one of the back courts. He had scarcely reached the room when he heard a low tap at the outer door, and, when it was thrige ret o he knew that it was one of his ewish brethren; for Ximen, as years, isolation, and avarice gnawed away what: ever of virtue once put forth some meas ger fruit, from a heart naturely bare and rocky, still preserved one human feelin towards his countrymen. It was the j which unites all persecuted; and Ximen loved them because he could not envy their happiness. The power, the knowl. edge, the lofty though wild designs of his master, stung and humblade him : he secretly hated, because he could not compassionate or contemn him. But the bowed
brew watchword, replied to in the same tongue, he gave admittance to the tall and stooping form of Elias. “Worthy and excellent master,” said Ximen, aster again securing the entrance; “what can bring the honored and wealthy Elias to the chamber of the poor hireling?” “My friend,” answered the Jew, “call me not wealthy or honored. For years I have dwelt within the city, safe and respected, even by Moslemen; virily and because I have purchased with jewels and treasures, the protection of the king and the
vain things I have been summoned into the presence of the chief rabi, and only es:
hath brought upon us these dreadful things.”
Ximen sighed, but remained silent, con |
jecturing to what end the Jew would bring his invectives. pense. After a pause Ximen continued, in an altered and more serious tone, “He is rich, this son of Issachar—wonderous rich.” “t o * * * * “He has treasure scattered over half of Africa and the Orient,” said Ximen. “Thou seest, then, my friend, that thy master hath doomed me to a heavy loss. I possess his secret; I could give i. up to the king's wrath; I could bring him to the death. But I am just and meek; let
him pay my forfeiture, and I will forego
“Theudost not know him,” said Ximen, alarmed at the thought of a repayment, which might grievously diminish his own heritage of Almamen's effects in Grenada. “But if I threaten him with exposure" “Thou wouldst feed the fishes of the
He was not long in sus. |
“Then is the righteous Elias a lostman || within ten days from that in which Alma | great men. . But now, alas! in the sudden men returns to Grenada. wrath of the brethren, ever imagining,
master; he is a dread man, and blood is to him as water.” “Let the wicked be consumed "cried
caped the torture by a sum that ten years Elias, furiously stamping his foot, while of labor and the sweat of my brow can-fire flashed from his dark eyes, for the
not replace. Ximen! the bitterest thought of all is, that the phrensy of one of our own tribe has brought this desolation upon lsrael 1" “My lord speaks riddles,” said Ximen, with well feigned astonishment in his glas
instinct of self-preservation made him fierce. “Not from me, however, he added more calmly, “will come his dangerKnow that there be more than a hundred Jews in this city who have sworn his death;
I know my
Jews, who flying hither from Cordova, have seen their parents murdered and their substance seized, and who beheld in
this son of Issachar, the cause of the mur. der and the spoil. They have detected the impostor, and a hundred knives are whetting even now for his blood; let him look to it. Ximen, I have spoken to the as the foolish speak; thou mays betro me to thy lord; but, from what I havo heard of thee from our brethren, I ha"
The third morning from this interview, a rumor reached Grenada that Boabdil had been repulsed in his assault on the citidel of Salobrena with a severe loss; that Hernando del Pulgar had succeeded in conducting to its relief, a considerable force; and that the army of Ferdinand was on its march against the Moorish king. . In the midst of the excitement occasioned by these reports, a courier arrived to confirm their truth, and to annouce the return of Boabdil. At nightfall, the king, preceding his ar. my, entered the city and hastened to bury himself in the Alhambra. As he passed dejected into the women's apartments, his stern mother met him. “My son,” she said, bitterly, “dost thou return, and not a conqueror!” Before Boabdil could reply, a light and rapid step sped through the glittering ar. 'cades; and weeping with joy, and breaking all the oriental restrains, Amine fell upon his bosom. “My beloved my king ! light of mine eyes! thou hast returned. §.m. for thou art safe.” The different form of these several sal. utations struck Boabdil forcibly. “Thou seest my mother,” said he, “how great a contrast between those who love us from affection, and those who love us from pride. Tn adversity, God keep me, oh my mother, from thy tongue !' . “But I love thee from pride, too,” murmured Amine; “and for that reason is thine adversity, dear to me, for it takes thee from the world, to be more mine own; and I am proud of the afflictions that my hero shares with his slave.” “Lights there, and the banquet,' 'cried
the king, turning from his haughty mother; “we will feast and be merry while we may. My adored Amine, kiss me!’ . Proud, melancholly, and sensitive as he was, in that hour of reverse, Boabdil felt no grief; such balm has love for our sorsows, when its wings are borrowed from
‘the dove And, although the laws of east.
ern life confined to the narrow walls of a
peared before the walls of Grenada. A
solemn and prophetic determination filled both besiegers and besieged; each felt that the crowning crisis was at hand. .