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book for any school. It should exhibit not the belief of everything without look agreeable in our eyes. Many wondered Calvin, or Socinus, or Fenelon; but the maxims of com- why Emma Maxwell, who, at the date of our story, was full mon sense, and the principles of Christianity: just as excellent. The mothers said, knowingly, the right one" bad

four-and-twenty, was not married, and she “ so attractive and so the speech of a real statesman breathes not the spirit of not asked her; and the young girls, with all their horrors of an party, but the holy dictates of Patriotism and Justice. old maid, almost hoped that “the right one” never would ask Such a book ranges within that common-ground, upon

her away from Mill-bill.

Emma had escaped that worst evil, sometimes the consewhich all sects ought to meet. Like the spectacle of

quence of the early loss of friends, a diminution of her affecdistress in the apologue, it calls them away from points Lions. Hers were set on things above.” Her heart went out wherein they differ, to things wherein, if true to their to meet every human being gently and silently, like the falling common Master, they must agree to succor the af of the dews of Heaven. There was no bustle, no talk. By her Alicted, to comfort the wounded in spirit, to diffuse all fruit she was known. She often resembled those flowers that around them the kindly charities of life. Such a book its source never known.”

unseen, give out sweet odors ; her kindness was enjoyed, and is this one. The best stories in it are 'The Widow Ellis and her

A railroad was projected, to run by Mill-Hill. The son Willie,''Our Robins,' and 'Mill-Hill:'and again of Irish came (as where do they not?) to work upon it. these three, ‘Mill-Hill' is at once the longest and best. The villagers were very much afraid of so lawless a If the Editor of the Messenger can spare room, he will horde ; but Emma Maxwell, in the ‘ladies' sewing sofind it well filled by copying one of these stories–Our ciety,' maintained, that if rightly treated, those people Robins?—as a touching and instructive lesson to his would be found honest and tractable. It proved so. young readers.*

She soon had an opportunity of showing kindness to a They are all New England Stories. Emma Maxwell, little orphan girl among them—Anny Ryan, whom she the heroine of ‘Mill-Hill,' is a being of that captivat- saw weeping inconsolably over the fresh grave of a

sister, the last of her family. Emma managed to soothe ing, yet unexaggerated loveliness, which the author so well knows how to portray. 1 subjoin an account of lived her only protectors, an Irish laborer and his wife,

her a liule, and accompanied her to the shanly, where her; given, just after a description of the village bury- named O'Neil. The description of the dwelling is ing ground.

graphic.—And there are few Temperance orators who • Ask any one at Mill Hill whose thought it was thus to beau might not envy the eloquent power of Emma's appeal tify their burial-place, and you will be answered, “Emma Max. to Mike, against the jug of liquor. I beg the reader well's

. Emma is so thoughtful about the children, and she not to stop till he has read all the following extraet : thinks, if there are flowers about the graves, it will take off their gloomy feelings, and they won't be so shy about going there. * Emma had never befure scen the inside of a shanty; and, She says it's a teaching place, for there is always a still small though she was well acquainted with the poorest abodes of our voice comes up from the grave ; and besides, since we have tried native people, she was astonished to see so many human beings it, the neighbors all say it's a comfort to do it.” Should you hale and thriving in such a habitation. There was no table, no proceed in your inquiries, and ask “ who planted the trumpet. chair save one broken one ; boards fixed on blocks served to eat creeper that winds round and round that old dead tree by the and sit on. On her first survey Emma concluded there was no schoolhouse, and who trained the sweetbriers round the win bed, but a second view led her to believe that a heap of rubbish dows,” you will be answered," the children did it, but Emma in one corner of the apartment had served as a bed, and that has seen to it.” “And who cut out the earth like stairs to ‘Pros. there poor Judy had died. In an opposite corner lay a bushel of pect Rock' at the top of the hill?" "The boys, but Emma Max. potatoes. A junk of pork and half a newly-killed calf hung well put it into their heads." " And who keeps the Sunday beside the door, while a bountiful mess was frying, and Dame school for those little Irish children from the shanties on the O'Neil was stirring up a cake to bake before the fire. She first railroad?” “Emma Maxwell; who but she would take the perceived the approach of Anny with her new friend. “ Be trouble, when their folks did not care one straw whether they quiet, Mike, and hold your tongues, men, will ye?" she said, were taught or not?”

to her husband and some half dozen men, who, with a jug of And so you might go on for an hour, and find that Emma Max. liquor beside them, were all talking in the same breath, “tbe well did good deeds that others, for want of thought (and per- lady is coming with Anny Ryan. Och, Rose, take the babby's haps faith) rather than time or heart, do not do.

hands out of the molasses. Biddy, move aside the pan of milk There are persons in this world who would almost seem to be that bars the door, will ye? The Lord above bless ye, Miss,” to deprived of the natural relations of parents, brothers and sisters, Emma ;"ye've had trouble enough with her?" husband and children, that they may do the little odd jobs for “Oh no," replied Emma, entering quietly, and accepting the human family left undone by the regular laborers. Emma with a kind look of acknowledgment the seat offered her; Maxwell was one of these, God's missionaries to his children. "Anny is trying her best to feel and act right, and that's all we Emma was an orphan. She lived at her uncle's, where, though can any of us do, Mrs. O'Neil." she paid her board, she rendered many services that lightened “ That's true, indeed, in trouble and out of it." the burden of life to every member of the family. Perhaps some “She tells me, Mrs. O'Neil, that you have been very kind to of my young readers would like to know how Miss Emma Max. her and hers, and now she'll find it a comfort to do for you." well looked. She was tall, and not very slender, for she took “Lord help the poor child, Miss, if she'll stop fretting it's all I good care of her health, and had the reward of her care in ask of her. She's always ready to do little jobs for me ; it's strength and cheerfulness, and the sign of it in the bright bloom enough I have to do, my oldest being boys-make a bor to the of her cheek. She had a soft blue eye, and one of the sweetest lady, Pat--and no help like to me.” mouths I ever saw. How could it be otherwise? for never any * But rather a hinderance, I should think, Mrs. O'Neil. but kind words and soft tones came from it. And she had-do Here's a school for boys near you, kept by a very good young not be shocked, my gentle readers--red hair. Depend upon in man, where you can send those two little boys for (weniy.fre all young ladies, be they good and lovely, and even pretty (and cents a week.” pretty Emma undeniably was), do not have-except in books- “Do you hear, Mike ?" asked Katy O'Nejl. “ auburn hair,” or “faxen,” or even “rich brown.” Emma's “And where's the twenty-five cents to come from ?" answered hair was so plainly and neatly arranged, that no one noticed it Mike, “when we are all fed the week through, six of us, except to say that somehow red hair did not look badly on besides Anny Ryan, that shall have her full male if the little Emma Maxwell.” The light that comes from within can make reg·lars go starved.”

* Oh, there is no starving in this Jand, my good friend, for the *We will copy it in our next. No.-(Ed. Mess. family of a stout working man with a busy wife at home. But the mind must be fed as well as the body, or it will not thrive (Hontas, and except in very dry weather is seldom and grow. These are bright-looking boys of yours. They will without water. How often in the days of youthful soon learn to read, write, and keep accounts, if you will give imagination have I leaned against that aged rock, and them a chance. Is there nothing for which you spend twentyfive cents a week that you can as well do without ?»

as my fancy warmed with reminiscences of our colonial “ l's the liquor you mane, Miss," said Mike, touching the history, have I figured to myself the form of this beaujog with his foot; "troth, it's not I that cares for it; but, when teous princess, meditating the protection of the white the other boys drink, I must do my part.”

“Perbaps the other boys have no children, and they cannot man, from the wiles of her ferocious countrymen, and have the pleasure you will have in giving up drink for the good the vengeance of her father, advancing to her ablutions, of your children. I see you love those little fellows--I see it by and perhaps lifting up her orisons to the Great Spirit the way they hang round you; and there, the baby, as if to for the welfare of the white man, as standing by this make my words good, is stretching out his arms to you. Surely, stone, she looked towards the orient, radiant with the surely, Mr. O'Neil, those that have children to play with when they come in from their work don't need a drink to cheer them." pencilled messengers of the morning. "And thal's true, Miss.”

I know not wherefore it is, but I could never contem" And then, when Sunday comes, it's good to have a store of plate any of the evidences of the former greatness or pleasant thoughts; and what can be pleasanter than thinking present debasement of that doomed race, who, when that, instead of drinking up the money you have worked hard this continent was one vast wilderness of nature, unfor, you have been laying it up, as it were, in these little boys: cultivated and unfrequented, trod amid its solitude beads and hearts, to make them richer for this world; and, it may be, Mr. O'Neil, for the world to come? And, besides, rejoicing in their illimitable sway, that my mind did ought you not to do this to show your gratitude to Him who gave not instantly revert to the virtues and the sufferings of you your children?-his very best gifts.”

this amiable child of nature, the Princess Pocahontas. " Thank you, Miss, thank you,” replied O'Neil, stroking his In festive commemoration of the first settlement of the boss

' heads and looking down, much pleased with Emma’s pro- colony, I have stood among the ruins of Jamestown, position, but not quite prepared to accede to it.

"Good-night to you all,” said Emma, and “good-night to and shrinking from the voice of revelry, I have lingered you, Aody. Don't put your apron to your eyes again, my child; among the broken fragments of red stone tablets upon I will be sure to come and see you before many days, and then, the graves of the early colonists, and my heart has Mrs. O'Neil

, you can give me your husband's answer. Pero been oppressed with melancholy feelings, when looking haps," she added, looking at O'Neil's companions, your friends, whose families are not yet here, may have chil- upon the dark green vine festooned around the tottering dren they would like to send to the school.”

ruins of the church, I have thought of the fate of this "I thank ye, Miss,” said one. "And ye'll be as sure to find Indian girl, and of her perilous services to the white children where there is a shanty, as bees where there's a hive," man. At Cobbs, in the county of Chesterfield, one of said another. Anny followed to the door. “How many days the most beautiful sites on the southern waters, and will it be?" she asked.

"Very, very few, and do not forget our talk at Judy's grave." one of the earliest private settlements of the colony, "Forget! I'll forget everything else, and mind nothing but how often has its former proprietor, my friend L. and Jady, and all ye said about her ;" and she kissed Emma's gown myself, stood beneath the melancholy shade of the as she stepped from the door, and, murmuring prayers and cedars, in the midst of the graves of her descendants. blessings, sunk down on the ground, and neither moved foot nor eye till Emma turned the road that led up the hill and was quite One by one we have seen them passing away, and out of sight. As soon as she was out of hearing, one of the men assisted at the last mournful rites. From the cemetery within said, “There's not many the like of that young woman.” we have passed to the ancient picture gallery, to look "Her heart's blood is as warm as if she were born at home in upon the sombre features of Rolfe frowning from the old Ireland," said another. “And did not she plade for my stran. per boys as if they were her own people's children?" asked Mike pealed and tattered canvass, and to dwell upon the O'Neil.

interesting countenance of Pocahontas, which is still

believed to have been her veritable portrait, though The story has too many incidents, and too much denounced by one of her lineal descendants as a “tawny good matter of various kinds, to indulge in further quo- mulatlo." The paintings were as large as life, and tation : and abridgment is hurtful or insipid. It is well executed, though in a state of ulter decay. Copies deeply interesting; and would of itself be richly worth have been taken by Sully, and have no doubt been what the book costs.

multiplied as well in Europe as in this country. Often This, this is the sort of books for Sunday schools. has the tasteful traveller turned from the great southern

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route, to view these original portraits of Rolfe and Pocahontas, and to tread amid the gravestones of her descendants in the neat and lonely burial.ground.

How often do the incidents of ordinary life transcend POCAHONTAS,

the wildest fictions of romance? Who gave to this dark THE INDIAN PRINCESS.

daughter of the red man, nurtured in the wigwam of

the savage, and familiar with blood, those gentle emoThere once stood, and I trust there yet stands, within tions, those generous feelings, that delicate sensibility, the limits of the town of Petersburg, on the north that maidenly decorum, and yet that princely and bank of the Appomattox, within a few feet of the mar- exalted heroism, which have ranked this Indian girl gin of the river, a large dark gray stone of a conical among the loftiest of her sex in any age or clime,-in form, about five feet in height, and somewhat more in" Paynim land or Christendie!” Even in her girlhood, diameter. On the side which looks to the east, three at the early age of twelve, we find her daring the disfeet above the ground, there is an oval excavation about pleasure of her father; and when the head of Smith, twelve inches across, and half as many in depth. The the hereditary foe of her race, was upon the deathstone is solitary, and lifts itself conspicuously above the stone, and the club uplifted, she threw her infant arms level of the earth. It is called the Basin op Poca-l around the devoted white man, and bade them strike at

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both. The stern bosom of Powhatan was moved by | She had heard, when his council surrounded her sire, the appeal, and his vengeance suspended. How often As they met to consult by the wintery fire, when the colony at Jamestown was famishing, did she She had seen him, she knew him, and sometimes her heart

That Smith and his crew were to fall : supply them abundantly with provisions ? Even after For his dangers would feel an unusual part, she had incurred the displeasure of her royal father, And she cherished the colonists all. and had been banished from his presence, and after she had been betrayed by her friends, and was seized by And exclaiming "exterminate all from this land,

Whilst her father was arming his murderous band, Argall, her attachment to the white men continued, Who will dare to intrude on our right,until she was finally married to Rolfe, and visited Strike, murder, and scalp-light the fires around, England. How painfully interesting was her interview Bid the war-whoop of death give its terrible sound, with Captain Smith in London? She had been told

Not a white man shall live out this night;" that he was dead, when to her astonishment he called Unnoticed she left them, and hastened away, upon her, but such was the repulsive coldness of his She recked not the mountain, or thicket, or spray, manner, that she turned from him, and burying up her

Nor darkness she heeded, nor storm.

All breathless she reached where the colonists were, face in her hands, she burst into tears.

They dreamed not that Powhatan's daughter was there, But the most perilous service which this daring girl

They dreamed not of savage alarm. rendered to the colonists was in the fourteenth year of her age, when Powhatan having invited Smith to his Their leader in haste then the heroine sound, settlement, on a hospitable visit, designed to massacre The sky was his cover, his bed was the ground,

And beside him his armor was laid. that leader and his whole band. Pocahontas eluding “Awake thee, brave chief,” cried the Indian maid, the vigilance of her friends, traversed the forest in the "Awake thee, my hero, or Powhatan’s blade darkness of the night, to reveal his intentions to Smith. Will number thy crew with the dead. It was in commemoration of that signal service, that He comes with his tribe to o’crwhelm your whole host, the following unpretending lines were written many His savages wind by the dark river coast years ago, by one who deeply admired the heroism of To surround you, and massacre all. this untutored child of the wilderness.

Then haste, to his bark let each soldier repair,

And put off from the land, for the foemen are near,-
THE PRESERVATION OF THE EARLY COLONISTS

Oh haste, or the colonists fall.
FROM MASSACRE.

"Nor call me a traitor, because for thy sake " Whether this intervention of Pocahontas be imputed to the

I have traversed the forest thro' thicket and brake softer sympathies of the heart, or to generous sorrow,” &c.

To tell thee my father's design.
Burke's History of Virginia. To have seen thee expire beneath his fell stroke,

And thy followers all, my poor heart would have broke,
Full dark was the night, and the wild wind was high,

And the cold sleep of death had been mine.
Not a star to be seen on the cloud.covered sky,
And the eagle had gone to his rest;

“I have saved thee before from his terrible ire, Each beast had retired to covert or cave,

When the club was uplifted, and kindled the fire,
The colonists slept in their barks on the wave,

And thy death was decreed by his oath ;
Or they slept on the barren earth's breast.

Thy head on the block as my arms did entwine,

Between it and the club I then interposed mine,
No sound could disquiet their slumbers so sweet,

And I told them to strike at us both.
They dreamed not of danger, yet feared not to meet,
For the sons of the ocean were brave;

“ Then believe me, my Chieftain, and hasten away; And Smith was among them, their captain was he,

I return, or suspicion will blacken my stay,
And a braver ne'er whirled the sword of the free

And the morning my embassy tell.
In battle, on land, or on wave.

May thy God e'er protect thee, and give thee his aid,

Oh, live mindful of me, tho' a poor Indian majdTo Powhatan's presence these strangers had been,

Pocahontas now bids thee farewell!"
Through forest and glen, and thro' each desert scene,

With fearful petition they went.
And Powhatan told them that peace should be there,
His words seemed sincere, and his promises fair,
But they knew not his savage intent,

EXTENSION TO FOREIGN AUTHORS OF
Virginia remembers how hollow they were,
As fickle as sunbeam that wantons in air,-

THE LAW OF COPY-RIGHT.
But the colonists deemed them sincere.
For tho' Powhatan promised his friendship and aid,

A vigorous discussion is going on in New York and A treacherous plot to destroy them he laid,

Philadelphia, upon the question, whether the benefits When no treacherous plot they could fear.

of the United States' law, securing to authors the exOn that very night while the colonists sleep,

clusive right to the sale of their works for limited times, Nor deem it befitting their vigils to keep,

should be extended to authors resident in England and Each man was to meet with his fate.

other foreign countries ? The sovereign savage had led out his band, His tomahawk furious each grasped in his hand,

We confess, it appears to us surprising, that any “To the white men, death, carnage, and hate !"

voice should be found in the negative of this question ;

besides the voices of those booksellers, who profit by “To the white men, death, carnage, and hate," as they yell, vending foreign books, and of those readers, whose The savage sounds echo thro’ forest and dell,

morbid appetites make them ravenous for the worst "To the white men, death, carnage, and hate !" But heed not, brave colonists, death is not near,

trash that can be reprinted from the refuse of European While the royal princess is your friend do no not fear, literature. The advantages which would result from Pocahontas will scroen you from fate.

the proposed extension, are obvious, and great.

At present, works from abroad (because not saddled with the author's copy-right) can be re-published here MERCHANTS' LIBRARIES. at half the prices they would require if they were of domestic origin, and were protected by entry and pa- The New York Merchants have had a Library tent according to law. An immense deluge of foreign established for their joint use, since 1821. Connected trash-aye, and poison, 100—is one consequence: an with it, are courses of Lectures delivered by able men incalculable addition to that evil, justly deemed one employed for the purpose, on various interesting and of the greatest in modern Literature; namely, the useful subjects. The following facts respecting it, are needless multiplication of books.

gleaned from a late annual report made by the presiding Another consequence is, the exclusion, partial indeed, officer. yet extensive, of our own writers, from the book mar

The Library opened in February, 1821, with 700 vols. ket; if they arail themselves of the law made in their At the end of that year, there were 204 members. favor. For they are so far undersold by the re-printers

In 1826, its prosperity began to be more rapid than of foreign works, that the latter occupy triple the space ever before. In that year, 471 members were added to it. in the public eye, to which their intrinsic merits entitle In 1830, it took possession of Clinton Hall, a 'noble them. Thus not only are European corruptions poured edifice, then 'dedicated to the service of literature, in copious streams into our literature, manners, and science, and the arts.' character,—but our native authors, deprived of the en- In 1831, 507 members were added, and 750 vols. couragement so peculiarly requisite in this country to

1832, 383

864 stimulate literary effort, produce little or nothing that

1833, 382

1397 aftertimes will not willingly let die. The inducements 1834, 393

1099 to that practice of composition, which is indispensable In this last year, (1834) the whole number of volumes to excellence, are withheld. False models are forced was 9938. upon their imitation: false taste, through a thousand

In the year 1837, 2,547 volumes were added. The channels, is infused into the minds of both writers and whole number at present is 15,852. Of the volumes readers: unnumbered opportunities are lost, of dissem-added last year, 381 were donations. inating American principles and creating an American

"Great care has been taken,' says the report, 'in the spirit: and an improvement shamefully slow, if not a selection of the new books, to procure the most impositive deterioration, attends the exertions of Ameri- portant and valuable works in the several departments can intellect.

of learning, especially in those of history, science, and A fair competition is all that our own authors need.

the arts, which were most in demand. Should the lib. The guarantee they now have, against encroachment rary continue to receive accessions, in an equal ratio upon the fruits of their mental labors by piracies at for five years to come, it will then be in advance of home, every one concedes to be just. It is equally number and the value of its contents; and at the pre

nearly all the public libraries in the Union, both in the just, to make that guarantee effectual, by protecting them from an even more hurtful foreign encroach- contain an equal number of standard publications, of

sent moment there are few libraries in the country, that ment.

the most approved editions.' Indeed, the interests of readers and of writers are so

The following statement is creditable to the taste of variously and indissolubly blended in calling for the the merchants for reading; and to their discrimination proposed extension, that no point can be urged in in their choice of books : behalf of the one, that does not tell in behalf of the

"Upon a careful examination of the subject, it has

been ascertained that the average number of volumes Justice to foreign authors, is no despicable inducement drawn daily from the library, is upwards of 450, or to the measure. Many as their readers are on this side upwards of 135,000 volumes annually. Of this large of the Atlantic, how great would be the increase of number a great proportion is found to consist of works their reward for those emanations of genius which de- upon the solid branches of learning, as the physical light and improve the world! How reasonable, that sciences, political economy, commerce, and the arts. as the fruits of their vigils and toils cross the sea and Such is the character of the spiritual aliment which is are enjoyed by distant millions, these too should con- afforded to many hundreds of our young men, from the tribute something to requite the dimmed eyes and hol-accumulated stores of useful learning which our valulow, pallid cheeks, without which, that enjoyment had able library contains; and whenever we reflect upon never been !-In this, moreover, as in all justice, there the discovery of Lord Bacon, embodied with sentenwould be good husbandry at last. The benefit would tious brevity in the remark, that “Knowledge is be made mutual by foreign governments: they would POWER,” it is difficult to calculate the amount of that allow copy-rights in their countries, to our authors. moral strength which is thus imparted, and of which And thus another interchange of good offices—another society, sooner or later, must reap the full benefit.' important link of kindness-would be added to those There are now 3772 members: of whom, 3,444 pay which are already promising to make the intercourse of $2, each, annually; 50 pay $5 each ; and 278 are stocknations benignant and fraternal, instead of hostile and holders. destructive.

The receipts last year, from initiation fees, lectures, The last topic alone might serve as text for an ex- and other sources, were $6,918. panded and unanswerable argument in favor of the The subjoined paragraphs of the report display the contemplated law. We are content merely to glance at benefits of the Lectures : this, as at the other reasons that may be urged.

•The results of the LECTURES during the past sea

other.

son, in a pecuniary point of view, far exceeded the most sanguine anticipations of the board; the surplus remaining, after paying all expenses, was $665 66, as appears by the Treasurer's report. The course of lectures now in progress will undoubtedly yield a further surplus to replenish the treasury of the association.

'It is unnecessary to dwell upon the unparalleled success that has attended this auxiliary branch, which has been engrafted upon the original plan of our institution. The best testimony on the subject is found in the immense crowds that throng the hall during the delivery of the lectures, until additional space is required for their accommodation. Nor can any reasonable doubt exist, as to the utility of this mode of instruction, by which important truths are enforced, and valuable information imparted, in the most effective, as well as the most agreeable manner. We have all listened with emotions of delight and admiration to the impassioned eloquence that has been poured forth on subjects of the highest interest. Literature acquires fresh charms, and the lessons of philosophy sink deeper into the minds, when set forth and illustrated by the animated tones of the lecturer ; the attention is directed with a new impetus to the consideration of irnportant topics, and the inquisitive student is stimulated and encouraged to engage with fresh ardor in the pursuit of knowledge.'

Such institutions as this, are needed in all our towns and villages. On a smaller scale, they are practicable in every village of twenty families.

Just then a maiden caught my sight,

From all this pomp apart,
Whose eye so sweetly shone, its light

Seemed incense from the heart.
She sat within a verdant bower,

Bespangled with the dew,
And on the air full many a flower

Its balmy fragrance threw.
Methought she had been sent to bless

The thorny paths of earth,
And teach the flowers that loveliness,

Which with herself had birth.
On me, methought, her glance and smile

In blended radiance fell;
She pointed to a plant the while,

Which told her meaning well.
Upon its leaves of changeless green,

Pure Friendship's emblem true-
The names of those she loved were seen,

A chosen favored few.
With rapture thrilling in my breast,

I joined my humble name;
Ambition's thoughts were lulled to rest ;

What cared I then for fame!

BLANKS.

NO. I.
LINES.

My earliest recollections of newspaper reading are

connected with the name of a mysterious person, who Leaves of an evergreen plant, if written upon with a metallic made a conspicuous figure in our little country paper, point, retain the impression. The following lines were addressed to a fair cousin of the writer's, on her requesting him to place his under the patriarchal title of Job PRINTING. I was at name upon a beautiful plant osthis genus, which grew among her first attracted by the stately capitals in which the name flowers, and bore the names of those whose friendship she most appeared, week after week, before I had begun to take valued.

much notice of the “reading matter” printed in small TO MY COUSIN.

type. As the printer of the Village Herald chose to put

the name of Mr. Printing in a most conspicuous part of Permit me, Coz, a dream to tell,

every number, and in the most glaring letter that his Was conjured for an hour

fount afforded, it is his fault, not my own, that I began to Around my pillow by the spell

look upon this eminent public character with a degree of Of some strange wizard power.

reverence akin to superstition. As my skill in reading Ambition sat upon a throne

grew, and I began to give attention to second-rate, as Of gold, and sparkling gem;

well as capital articles, I found my favorite Job enveloped And brilliantly the halo shone

with a ten-fold mystery. Instead of advertising, as his Around his diadem.

neighbors did, some commodity for sale, or other busi

ness news, his advertisement was occupied with a mysHe cast on me a glance of light,

terious announcement in relation to himself, which filled Then raised his shadowy hand,

me with astonishment and awe. “Job Printing done And, lo! upon a lowering height

at this office, with neatness and despatch!" I was reI saw a column stand.

served and addicted to solitary thought, and as I found To earth I bowed my forehead then,

that there were some things which I must not ask about, My every pulse beat high;

at least with any hope of a direct reply, I set this down That marble bore the names of men,

upon the list, and waited till the secret should unfold Whose fame can never die!

itself. How a man could be “done" with neatness and

despatch, was inconceivable, and as the printer's office I marked a pathway rough and steep, was the scene of the performance, I found various ex. Which to the column led,

cuses for frequenting it, and loitering about it, in the And, though I had but strength to creer, hope that Job might be "done" some day while I was 1 turned that path to tread.

there. But, alas, I hoped in vain, and true to my Pytha

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