No. 4.
The Clergyman's Daughter.

91 morrow. On this occasion she wishes the vow, that our hearts and our lips but pledged; presence of her old and early friends.” I ac- and though we meet not as we would have cepted the invitation.

met, we are in the hands of Him who judgeth The next morning dawned as clear as the wisely. You should have been a son to my preceding evening had promised. As Iparents; for my sake be so still. They will walked out to enjoy its freshness, I met my soon be childless. If you love my memory, friend. “ Annette is ill,” said he. “She love them.” Then addressing her parents exposed herself to the damp and dews in her “ If in the course of life I have sometimes walk last evening, and is now threatened || erred, and who has not? if I have ever cost with fever.” It proved more than a threat. you a pang, or a tear, forgive me. I do not A violent fever had seized upon her. Night || ask you sometimes to think of your child; I after night, and hour after hour, her mother | fear you will remember her but too well. sat at her bedside, watching the progress of But be not unhappy-remember we meet the disease, ministering to her wants, and, || again.” the hardest task of all, wearing a smiling When I called the next morning to inquire face, lest the increasing despondency of her after her health, I was received at the door by own heart should alarm her child.

her father. He took my hand in silence, and There is something of sublimity in this learling me to an apartment, pointed to a trait of female character-this deep, enduring coffin. It bore the name and age of his tenderness of a mother's love. With mari, | daughter. I watched the expression of his even when the object is one of his deepest countenance, and his lip quivered, and his voice and dearest regard, there is a limit beyond || faltered as he said, “she has left us now, but which he cannot pass; when exhausted nature God's will be done." His emotion was but will claim repose; when the weary frame momentary; and he again stood in calm and will sink, and the drooping eyelid close. It dignified composure at my side. I regarded is in this moment of weakness that woman him with astonishment and reverence. Friend first puts forth her strength;—that the frame after friend had gone; hope after hope had so feeble and delicate as to shrink before the withered; the strong link that had grappled breeze, and bow beneath the dewdrop, rises | his spirit to the earth, was now broken; and at once in its deep, strong energy ;-through he stood unbent by the storm that had laid nights of watching, and days of despair, un-| his last earthly hope in the dust. His soul bent by fatigue without, unsubdued by the seemed to rise in its strength as affliction bitterness within--offering the languaye of || weighed more heavily on it-to tower in its hope amid the hidden anguish of an aching li majesty above the darkness below, to dwell heart, anguish more deep, more bitter, be in the light of its eternal hopes, as the mouncause it may not be uttered—turning in fortain lifts its head above the clouds below, into strength and support to the inexhaustible the pure light above. fountains of her own deep affection--and with There is something peculiarly sad in thus the fabled devotion of the pelican, nourishing visiting the deserted places of those whom her offspring again from the warm lifeblood we love; every object awakening anew some of her own self-sacrificing heart.

melancholy remembrances, calling up the Meanwhile, triumphing over every remedy, || bitter and unutterable groan from the silent the deadly disease went on. None but they sanctuary within. In one place lay Annette's who have witnessed it, can picture the in- work, another her chair; here her music, tense earnestness with which the anxious there her books; and when we sat down in mother watched the countenance of the phy- the lonely apartment, how strongly did that sician; while day after day he felt the almost very loneliness remind us, that here was influttering pulse, as if in his eye she could deed the deepest solitude—the solitude of read the fiat of life or death; and none but desolate and broken hearts. Alas! the chain they who have felt it, can tell the sinking, of affection clings but more closely to us, sickening of the heart, as that inquiring look, when its last link binds us to the grave. read but too plainly," there is no hope." But The mother's was the grief of a mother. Annette was not deceived; and though she The lover was calm and tranquil—but it was long forbore to allude to her situation, lest the calmness of despair. When we had arrived she should add to the distress of her friends, at the churchyard, we alighted. The mother, she at length ventured to speak freely. “It with the yearnings of a mother's heart, would is not," she said, addressing the three indi-| descend into the tomb to see where her child viduals who were dearest to her, “it is not was laid. I saw her involuntarily grasp the so hard to die. I know my Redeemer liveth, | arm of an assistant, as the coffin was slightly and that the silken tie is not severed forever.” turned to facilitate its entrance, as if fearing “ For you," she said, addressing her lover, it would disturb her child. That repose, “you will not forget her memory, who to the alas! was too deep to be broken. Her lover last will so love yours. Death seals the li followed.


Passages in Human Life.



Her father alone seemed unsubdued by the and peacefully-the girl seated at her post blow. Strong in the practice of the faith he by the window-the housewife going to and had preached, the polar star of his hopes was fro, catering and contriving, dusting and on high. And though the pale cheek and managing. faltering voice proclaimed at times that the One morning as I went by, there was a spirit was wrestling with the strong feelings change; the dame was seated near her daughof nåture, they served but as a more beauti-ter, her arms laid upon the table, and her ful comment on that religion, which could so head upon her arms. I was sure that it was extract its bitterness from the sting of death ; sickness which had compelled her to that and never did that humble prayer, “ Thy will attitude of repose-nothing less could have be done,” flow from a sincerer spirit, than done it. I felt that I knew exactly the poor from that of that childless man. In the hour woman's feelings. She had felt a weariness of trial he had applied his heart unto wisdom. I stealing upon her-she wondered at it, and So teach me to number my days.

bore up hoping it would pass by-till loath Under the beautiful shade of a large elm, as she was to yield, it had forced submission. is the tomb where Annette reposes. Years The next day, when I passed, the room have now elapsed, and wild flowers and sweet- appeared as usual—the fire burning pleabriar have sprung on the spot. There the santly, the girl at her needle, but the mother shrubs are distilling the morning dews; the was not to be seen, and on glancing my eye flowers are breathing their fragrance, and upward I perceived the blind close drawn in the wild rose is shedding its leaves, and tears the window above. It is so, said I to myself

, of affection and respect still consecrate the disease is in its progress. Perhaps it occa-> holy ground.

sions no gloomy fear of consequences, no extreme concern—and yet who knows how it may end? It is thus that begin those changes

that draw out the central bolt which holds PASSAGES IN HUMAN LIFE. together families—which steal away our fire

side faces and lay waste our affections.

I passed by day after day. The scene was In my daily walks into the country, I was the same—the fire burning, the hearth beamaccustomed to pass a certain cottage. It was ing clean and cheerful, but the

nother was no cottage orne~it was no cottage of ro- not to be seen ;-the blind was still drawn mance. It had nothing particularly pictu-|| above. resque about it. It had its little garden, and At length I missed the girl-and in her its vine spreading over its front; but beyond place appeared another woman bearing conthese it possessed no feature to fix it in the siderable resemblance to the mother, but of a mind of the poet, or a novel writer, and which | queerer habit. It was easy to interpret THIS might induce him to people it with beings of change: disease had assumed an alarming his own fancy. In fact it appeared to be in-| aspect-the daughter was occupied in intense habited by persons as little extraordinary as watchings, and care for the suffering mother itself. A good man of the house it might-and the good woman's sister had been sumpossess, but he was never visible. The only moned to her bedside, perhaps from a distant inmates that I ever saw, were a young woman | spot, and perhaps from her family cares; and another female in the wane of life, no which a no less important event could have doubt the mother.

induced her to elude. The damsel was a comely, fresh, mild look Thus appearances continued some days. ing cottage girl enough—always seated in one There was a silence around the house, and spot-near the window, intent upon her an air of neglect within it, till, one morning, needle. The old dame was as regularly I beheld the blind drawn in the room below, busied, to and fro, in household affairs. She and the window thrown open above. The appeared one of those good housewives, who scene was over-the mother was removed never dream of rest except in sleep. The from her family, and one of those great cottage stood so near the road, that the fire changes effected in human life which comat the farther end of the room, showed you mences with so little observation, but leave without being rudely inquisitive, the whole behind such lasting effects. interior, in the single moment of passing.

A clean hearth and cheerful fire shining upon homely but neat and orderly furniture, The true economy of housekeeping is simspoke of comfort; but whether the dame en- | ply the art of gathering up all the fragments joyed, or merrily diffused that comfort, was of'time, as well as of materials, so that nothing a problem.

be lost. I passed the house many successive days. Unite care with diligence. It was always alike, the fire shining brightly Care preserves what industry gains.

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Mosque of Abraham. is about three miles in circuit, encompassed by ancient walls, and defended by square towers. On the north side is a deep fosse, and the castle stands on a hill to the south. Although the town is not well laid out, parts of it are well built. Its chief beauty consists in some fine springs, that rise between the two hills, and even in the walls of the city. The ascent to


My Brother.

Vol. II.

the castle is very steep, and on three sides | past, impressed me with the belief that one of it there is a deep fosse. It is half a mile of my fondest wishes was about to be realized. in circumference, and has two CorinthianI had been an only child, and every thing pillars, the capitals of which are admired; conducive to my comfort and happiness was the columns consist of twenty-six stones, bestowed upon me by indulgent parents; but each about one foot six inches thick. They for all this I felt lonely. I could not rear my are probably the remains of a portico belong-flowers, or perform any other puerile employing to some large temple. According to ment,obecause there was no one to share with tradition the throne of Nimrod stood on these me. There was to me a chasm which could pillars. It is certain, however, that Timur only be filled up by the presence of a brother Bec erected some trophies on them. or a sister. This was my sole thought by

On the bank of this lake stands the Mosque | night and day; but when I awoke this mornof Abraham, the most splendid and regular ing, I felt convinced that something had edifice of the kind in Asiatic Turkey. "It is occurred beyond the ordinary course of housea square building, surmounted by three domes, hold affairs. I was about rising to dress myand a lofty minaret rising from amidst a grove self, and ascertain the truth of my surmises, of tall cypresses. Every place of consequence when the door gently opened and the old in the city bears some relation to the name nurse entered, bearing one of the sweetest of Abraham. The inhabitants are well-bred, cherubs that eyes ever looked upon. I sprang polite and tolerant, and the place is said to from my bed in the ecstasy of the momentbe the most agreeable residence in all the pressed its beating bosom to my own,Turkish dominions.

“And felt in that long, fond embrace, Orfah is the residence of a pacha, who

"Twere sin to make us part." commands not only the greatest part, if not the whole of Macedonia, but a considerableO, I was so happy. A little brother! He tract of country to the west of it, as far as should join in all my amusements, said I to Antab. · As it is the great thoroughfare into myself; and my mind pictured glowingly the Persia, it carries on an immense trade. The bright moments of bliss which childhood only Armenian Christians, of whom there is a con- | experiences. I recall them at this distant siderable number, have two churches, one in day as oasises in the desert of life. I felt a the city and another near it, in the latter of | new existence then, and I could say in the which they show the tomb of a great saint language of another,whom they call Ibrahim, and who was probably Ephraim Syrus, formerly deacon of

“The summer webs that float and shine, Edessa. "The surrounding country is fertile

The summer dews that fall ; in corn and fruit. This town was first taken Though light they be, this heart of mine by the Saracens in 1087; retaken by the

Is lighter than them all." Christians in 1097, and in 1142 it was seized

II by the Turks, who have ever since retained possession of it. Population about 100,000.

As was customary in our family, the next evening we had what is termed a “Christening party." All the beauty and fashion of

our village were present to take part in the MY BROTHER.

ceremony. I arranged my toilet with the 1.

most scrupulous exactness, and took as much pains as possible to appear well

. My heart

throbbed with the wildest delight. Every It was a lovely morning in May, and the thing appeared happy to me because I was sun shone through the interstices of my lat- so! How different are my feelings now! ticed window with its brightest splendor, I| Age subdues the heartless levity of youth, and awoke from a restless sleep, to be cheered by the erratic mind becomes sobered to a sense of the brightening face of nature. The dew-reality. The more we advance in years, the drops hung sparkling from the little flowers more studious we become to the advancement my own hand had nurtured under my window. of our interests, and many incidents connected The little linnet from his wiry prison in the with our younger days appear foolish; but we old hall poured his blithest lay, while the can forgive alì in a child ! music of the merry songsters without, filled The company were arranged in order, and the quiet air of morning with the wildest the infant brought in. The one at the head melody. Every object wore a pleasant as- first took the child and kissed it, at the same pect; and why, I thought, should I not share time putting a beautiful chain of beads around in the general joy? A vague and indistinct | its neck. It was then påssed to the next, recollection of what had transpired the night and so through the whole assembly-each


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No. 4.

My Brother.


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one bestowing upon it some present. Some marred by anguish and pain; but I was taught twined a wreath of flowers around its head, to consider that an Omnipotent arm sheltered others fastened rings upon his fingers, or a us both, and could withdraw us from life at brooch upon his breast. I never saw so lovely his will. Yet my brother survived and my à creature as that child, when its father took happiness returned. it to his arms. Decked as it was in all the He now began to walk, and he soon learned finery of which the most wealthy could boast, to prattle the little nursery songs that I taught it seemed more the habitant of a brighter and him. I felt happier than ever at this achievea better world, than this frail earth. Names|ment. I conducted him to all the haunts I were suggested and discarded, until my mo-once frequented alone; taught him to rear ther sent in word, being still confined to her flowers, to feed the linnet, and assist in all bed, that she had hit upon a name, which, if the childish pastimes I had before indulged it met with the universal approbation, should in. How sweetly he would rest his blue eye be decided upon. It was Augustus--a com-|| upon me when I seated him in his little mon name; but it sounded sweet to me then! || carriage, and drew him around the gravel Even now it seems to linger upon my lips as walks! There was all beauty and loveliwith a spell. All liked the name, and myness in his damask cheek and ruby lip; father accordingly proclaimed it christened. beauty seemed to increase with years. The company then repaired to an adjoining I often thought that frail flower too delicate room, and we all sat down to a delicious to live. The breath of a heartless world repast. The principal conversation at table seemed to contaminate him, and I shuddered was concerning the little hero; all were loud at the fantasy my mind conjured up, when in its praise, but none more enthusiastic than his fine open countenance, so expressive of myself. I felt that it was childish in me, love, innocence, and truth, rested on me. In but who has not experienced the same feel- || hearing his merry laugh, and witnessing his ing? All who have passed the sunny days of gambols upon the grass plat in front of the childhood beneath a father's roof, surrounded house, my mind was gradually relieved of its by brothers and sisters, happy in their inno- load of evil presentiment. cence, can appreciate my enjoyments at that time, when I looked forward with hope and joy to the future. I was dead to the present, save of the existence of that one being. Three years passed over our heads since

The repast being over, the company dis-|| Augustus was born, in one varied round of persed one by one to their several homes, and heartfelt enjoyment to me.

The rest of my all became quiet throughout the house. The existence was a blank. A new era seemed subject of the meeting was delivered to its to have commenced with his birth. It was joyful mother, and I retired to rest that night like a continued serene sky, unsullied, save with a blither step and more buoyant heart || at some moments of reflection, by a passing than I had ever before known.

cloud. His annual birthday celebration had III.

passed and the winter months were approaching. This would suspend our out-door amuse

ments for a season, and I began to look When our time passes in pleasure, we take about me for some agreeable recreation in : no note of the swiftness of its flight; and which to spend the long evenings. I had

many things that claim our attention, are been allowed by our parents to decide herepassed unheeded by. It was so with me. Itofore in such matters, but here father intercould have employed my leisure hours in in-| posed. He thought to blend instruction with stilling into that young heart the principles of enjoyment, that I should read and learn my a divine religion. But I confess I had never brother chapters in the Bible, that the truths experienced a regeneration myself. I taught|contained therein might be early impressed on Augustus when he first lisped, to pronounce his mind. This I found beneficial for us both. my name. It thrilled through my frame to Young as I then was, I felt the truth of what hear it! Our parents observed the affection I read; and it is with pleasure 1 revert to that I had for the child, and strengthened the link | season when the light of religion, which was by their own gentle admonitions. But a of so much solace to me in after years, dawned stronger than earthly tie bound us indisso-|| upon me. To render what we learned more lubly

together. Our child was taken sick, and explicit, father explained it to us; and I think although the disease was not very alarming, I spent my time more happily then than I yet it set me to thinking. It was well for ever did before. Augustus learned to read me that my course was checked in some very fast; and we expected the next spring measure. I had never thought of the parting to go hand in hand to school; but that time hour, which was eventually to come. I had | he never lived to see. O, that I should have not thought of our bright moments being to write what must follow! Exposure to the


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