No. 11.

Marriage Scenes-My Home on the Hill

with the importunate Doctor by this time, she had been silly enough to give him in detail, the circumstances of her own elopement with her husband, expressing great confidence, however, in her daughter, that such disobedience would never occur. Thus saying, she exclaimed, “it is truly my own misdoings, that has lost my child!" While Parson Steele was endeavoring to console Mrs. Hartley, who had for some time seemed to give herself up to grief, my servant came to the door with intelligence of a horse taken in the road by him, a good match for one of mine, having a gentleman's saddle on him, which proved to belong to the farm-was Miss Juliet's riding horse, and Dr. Hanson's saddle-confirming the account given by the servant girl. Soon after which, Mr.

Wood's servant, from the Court house, arrived, on Parson Steele's horse, that had been loaned Mr. Hartley, bringing the news that Miss Hartley had been thrown by a wild horse, but not much injured-that her father and a Doctor were coming with her in a carriage-and handing a note to Mrs. Hartley, she read as follows:

The scene of bustle which now ensued, can better be imagined than described. Suffice it to say, the old lady was never in more cheerful preparation, and I spent a joyous evening in a once more happy family. The neighbors were sent for. The young people who had been so recently on the wing, were led to the altar, and not unfrequently did the delighted Mrs. Hartley declare that “opposition only served to fan the flame of love!"

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ance had the effect I so much desired, and I
can say, that I have shared more largely in
comfort, than is the common lot of life. In
turn, I made the same objections in the cases
of my own daughters, without any effect.
They were like their mother, the best judges
of their own business-have married to my
entire satisfaction, and are the happiest of
wives. It is to no use, said she, "opposition
only serves to fan the flame of love!"
“MATRIMONIQ.”

Washington City, Nov. 20th, 1837.

MY HOME ON THE HILL. Oh! my home, my home is beautiful,

Beneath the chesnut shade!

With the garden of sweet summer flowers,
Where my gentle sisters played;

These fields to me have a richer green,
Than all the world beside,

A

deeper gold have the sunset clouds,
And the stars at even-tide.

Here is my mother's pleasant eye,
And
father's shielding care-
my
And the friend whose voice in household love
Mingles with ours in prayer:

By the casement where in girlish years
I conned my light task o'er,
With my student brother bend I now
O'er a page of classic lore.

And here dwelt one with silver locks,
But he has passed away,
How fondly was that form beloved,
These blinding tear-drops say;
He held me oft in his aged arms,
My head on his kindly breast-
saw him die, when he passed away
As a child to its cradled rest.

I

Oh! my home, my home is beautiful,

With its skies and summer flowers;
And many are its innocent joys,

And its silent, thoughtful hours;
Ah! the merry days of childhood leave
Fond memories long and warm,
But the gentlest thought of my bosom rests
On that aged slumberer's form.

Before I left Missouri last year, I spent another happy evening at the house of Mr. Hartley, who, having sold his estate in Vir. Dr. Brown had long courted a lady who ginia, and sought the society of his children by removing thither, had purchased a portion was his constant toast. One day after dinof Mr. Morris's (his son in law's,) land, al-ner, having given another lady, he was asked ready improved. Dr. Hanson, with his in- why he did not give his old toast. Because, teresting Juliet, as also Col. Morris and said he, for as long as I have toasted her, I family being guests under the paternal roof, cannot make her Brown. and while enjoying the delightful social circle thereby created, former scenes were re- Cheerfulness bears the same friendly recounted. The old lady participating largely gard to the mind as to the body; it banishes in the conversation, thus closed her emphatic all anxious cares and discontents, soothes and remarks: I was opposed by my parents in composes the passions and keeps the soul in early marriage; nevertheless, my persever-lla perpetual calm.

Napoleon's Pillar-Napoleon.

tion: Monument èlevè a glorie de la grande || de la Paix and Castiglione, two of the most

The trumpet may sound, and the loud cannon rattle,
They heed not—they hear not-they're free from all

pain,

They sleep their last sleep, they have fought their

last battle,

No sound can awake them to glory again.

Yet, spirit immortal! the tomb cannot bind thee!
For like thine own Eagles that soared to the sun,
Thou springest from bondage and leavest behind thee
A name which before thee no mortal had won!

Tho' nations may combat when War's thunders rattle,
No more on thy steed wilt thou sweep o'er the plain,
Thou sleep'st thy last sleep-thou hast fought thy

last battle,

No sound can awake thee to glory again!

THE LOST CHILD. In the county of Ulster, in the neighborhood of Pennsylvania, lived a man, whose name was Le Fevre; he was the grandson of a Frenchman, who was obliged to fly this country at the revocation of the edict of Nantes. He might well have been called the last of mankind, for he possessed a plantation on the very verge of the valley towards the Blue Mountains, a place of refuge for animals of the deer kind.

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with furs, coming from an adjacent village, called at the house of Le Fevre, intending to repose himself there as he usually did on his traveling through that part of the country. He was much surprised to find no one at home but an old Negress, kept there by her infirmities. Where is my brother?" said the Indian. "Alas?" replied the Negro woman, "he has lost his little Derick, and all the neighborhood are employed in looking after him in the woods." It was then three o'clock in the afternoon:-" Sound the horn," said the Indian, "try and call your master home-I will find his child." The horn was sounded; and as soon as the father returned, the Indian asked him for the shoes and stockings that Derick had worn last. He then ordered his Dog, which he brought with him, to smell them-and then taking the house for his centre, he described a circle of a quarter of a mile, semi-diameter; ordering his dog to smell the earth wherever he led him. The circle was not completed when the sagacious animal began to bark. This sound brought some feeble ray of hope to the disconsolate parents. The dog followed the scent, and barked again, the party pursued him with all their speed, but soon lost sight of him in the woods. Half an hour afterThis man having a family of eleven chil-wards they heard him again, and soon saw The countenance of the poor dren, (a thing by no means uncommon in him return. that country,) was greatly alarmed one morn- dog was visibly altered; an air of joy seemed ing at missing the youngest, who was about to animate him, and his gestures seemed to four years of age-he disappeared about ten indicate that his search had not been in vain. o'clock. The distressed family sought after him in the river, and in the fields, but to no purpose. Terrified to an extreme degree, they united with their neighbors in quest of him. They entered the woods, which they beat over with the most scrupulous attention. A thousand times they called him by name, and were answered only by the echoes of the wilds. They then assembled themselves at the foot of the Mountain of Chatagniers,|| (or chesnut trees,) without being able to bring the least intelligence of the child. After reposing themselves for some minutes, they formed into different bands—and night coming on, the parents in despair refused to return home, for their fright constantly increased by the knowledge they had of the mountain cats, an animal so rapacious, that|| the inhabitants cannot always defend themselves against their attack. They then painted to their imagination the horrid idea of a wolf, or some other dreadful animal, devouring their darling child. Derick, my poor little Derick! where art thou?" frequently exclaimed the mother, in the most poignant language-but all was of no avail. As soon as daylight appeared, they renewed their search, but as unsuccessfully as the precoding day. Fortunately, an Indian, laden

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"I am sure he has found the child!" exclaimed the Indian. But whether dead or alive, was at present the cruel state of sus-_ pense. The Indian then followed him to the foot of a large tree, where lay the child in an enfeebled state, nearly approaching death.

He took it tenderly in his arms, and hastly carried it to the disconsolate parents. Happily, the father and mother were in some measure prepared to receive their child. Their joy was so great that it was more than a quarter of an hour before they could express their gratitude to the kind restorer of their child. Words cannot express the affecting After they had bathed the face of scene. the child with tears, they threw themselves on the neck of the Indian, whose heart in unison melted with tears. Their gratitude was then extended to the Dog-they caressed him with inexpressible delight, as the animal, who by means of his sagacity, had found their offspring: and conceived that, like the rest of his group, he must now stand in need of refreshments, a plentiful repast was prepared for him, after which he and his master pursued their journey; and the company, mutually pleased at the happy event, returned to their respective habitations, highly delighted with the kind Indian and his wonderful dog.

THE IDOLS OF THE SAXONS.-NO. V.

THOR