storm was evidently ceasing, at any rate for a short time, and very soon a small bit of blue sky appeared overhead, but in a moment it was again concealed by the flying shower. The next time, however, that blue sky appeared, it was for a longer period, and the snow entirely ceased, allowing us to see our exact position; indeed we were very nearly opposite the house, and within half a mile of it. The river had to be crossed, and it was impossible to find the stepping-stones, but no time was to be lost, as a fresh drift began to appear to windward; so in we went, and dashed through the stream, which was not much above knee-deep, excepting in certain spots, which we contrived to avoid. The poor dog was most unwilling at first to rise from his resting-place, but followed us well when once up. We soon made our way to the house, and got there just as another storm came on, which lasted till after dark, and through which, in our tired state, we never could have made our way. Donald and the shepherd's family were in a state of great anxiety about us, knowing that there would have been no possible means of affording us assistance, had we been bewildered or wearied out upon the mountain. The shepherd himself was fairly knocked up, and could scarcely be prevailed upon to take either food or drink, or even to put off his frozen clothes, before flinging himself on his bed. For my own part, I soon became as comfortable as possible, and slept as soundly and dreamlessly as such exercise only can make one do. must candidly confess, however, that I made an inward vow against ptarmigan shooting again upon snow-covered mountains."

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We might carry our quotations to much greater extent without the slightest fear of wearying the reader. What has been selected will, we think, prove that Mr. St. John's is an eminently amusing book, full of information about the state of this remote corner of our island; and whilst it proves a sort of handbook for those who choose to may extend thus for their rambles, it is hardly less interesting for the general reader.

THE CAPTIVE SEA-BIRD.

THE storm had ceased, and calmly hushed
Were the crested waters wild,

When I saw thee as a captive held,
Thou tameless ocean child.

I saw thy silver plumage dimmed,
And thy proud yet pleading eye
Had a flashing glance that told thy homes
Were the pathless sea and sky.

And I knew how thy throbbing heart
Pined to go forth once more;

To pass in its glad exulting glee
The glorious billows o'er.

And then I saw the hand upraised,
And thou wert free again;

Like a spirit born of tempest hours,
O'er the mighty sea to reign.
O, I joyed to see thee, kingly bird!
Through the blue air take thy way;
While the glittering sunbeams seemed to love
On thy graceful wings to play.

And I thought how many a weary one
Sighed like a captive here;

Who longed, like thee, to be far away,
In a bright and distant sphere.

But I knew that the solemn time would come
When the chain should be loosed and riven,
And the soul go forth on its radiant flight
To the crystal gates of heaven.

MY HEART IS WEARY.

My heart is weary, sadly sick and lone,
Its trust has been abused, I find too late,
And all its kindness answered but by wrong;
The love I freely gave has brought me hate!
Ah, then, is friendship but a sounding name,
And must I bid its pleasures all adieu ?
I felt as though it were a heavenly flame-
Must I henceforth believe it all untrue?
And is there nought on earth sweet peace to give,
To aid the worn, chafed spirit, wan and drear?
No soil, where friendship's truth may love and live,
This side the gloomy porch to Death's dark bier?
Is there no distant far-secluded haunt

In quiet vale or waving forest lone,

Where patient worth receives no cruel taunt,
Where friendship's truth may ever bud and bloom?
Friendship! I loved, almost adored thy name;
But better, dearer, lovelier far, the friend
Who cruelly has that sacred name profaned,
Teaching my heart the keenest sense of pain!
Can I forgive the confidence betrayed?

Shall no proud feeling check the gushing tear?
My spirit's pride 'gainst treachery be delayed,
And weep oe'r ills "humanity must bear?"

If I can school my mind to feel no ill

Towards those who deeply wronged and pained my heart Then will the law of love be well fulfilled,

And friendship's truth will find its counterpart!

N. S. VOL. XXXV.

A A

CAMPBELL; OR, THE DECEIVED WOOER.

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In the preceding manner did Campbell deport himself towards Titania for several days, and her little heart fluttered and fluctuated betwixt hope and fear. It was very provoking, so it was. She had given him the nicest opportunity in the world for declaring his passion, if he felt any, but not a single attempt did he make to profit by it. He certainly had told her she was beautiful, but then he thought the same of Miss Musgrave. He admired her singing; so he did Clarissa Coverdale's. He was sure she was good-hearted; so were both her young friends. However, there was one comfort, he seemed to ascribe to her all those virtues and accomplishments which he admitted were but shared by her friends and then, again, Campbell disliked Squire Nimrod, although, to be sure, he by no means attempted to hinder his gaining Titania's affections. This, certainly, was very strange, and made our heroine very uncomfortable. heart was for ever gone, and the being to whom she had given the treasure, seemed ignorant of its value. Ladies for heaven's sake, never keep a lover in suspense; it is worse than the most dreadful certainty, and, like slow poison, works a tardy but certain destruction. Titania lost her colour and her spirits; melancholy froze her gaiety; she-she-shade of Shakspeare, help me out! I have it!

"She never told her love,

But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,
Feed on her damask cheek!"

Her

Miss Amelia Musgrave saw her uneasiness, guessed at its secret cause, and took occasion one rosy evening, to tax her with it. Titania confessed the truth, and felt her heart relieved.

"There is certainly," said Amelia, "something remarkably mysterious about Mr. Campbell; I have been acquainted with him nearly two years, and cannot say I know him yet. He certainly is fascinating in his manners, particularly towards our sex: but his heart seems made of adamant, for it is invulnerable. No one is more courageous in assaulting a lady's hand; none more graceful in picking up her fan and none more indifferent about her when he has returned it."

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Strange, indeed," said Titania, "but I will think no more of him!" and the lovely girl sighed as she uttered the resolution. After pondering for a few moments, she again sighed, wiped a tear from her hazel eye, plucked the only remaining cowslip which she had kept from her bosom, shook her dark tresses from her brow, and

repeated the words in a tone of resolution, rising as she spoke, to give it due effect-which was all very grand.

The ladies parted, with a promise on the part of Miss Musgrave, to fathom the cause of Campbell's strange ways, provided Titania suspended her resolution until then, which Miss Merlin readily agreed

to.

He

Miss Musgrave was right; Campbell was mysterious. In his gayest moments-amid the assemblies of the great-in the halls of the richa pensive shade might be detected darkening his serene brow. would appear to listen when some fashionable syren joined her voice to music's heart subduing charms; or gaze, as an ambitious fair one exerted her blandishments to win his notice. But when all was over, his attention still seemed rivetted-his gaze still fixed; and he was evidently unconscious of what passed around him. Yet, did any lady require assistance, was a breach betwixt lovers to be healed, or a broken heart to be made whole, Campbell stood forth, dispensing happiness to all, but without sharing in its influence. The fact is, Robert Campbell had loved, and had been jilted.

May the eternal God-" were his words, on hearing the perfidy of her he adored-" may the eternal powers of vengeance pursue me everlastingly, if ever again, while I live, I ask, or caused to be asked, the love of woman or her hand in marriage!" For five year she had religiously kept his vow, until, on visiting Westmoreland, he again became entrapped. I am no great judge of beauty, and can therefore only say that his new enslaver had a pair of eyes-colour hazel, and withal very bright and sparkling.

It was the recital of this piece of intelligence that detained Miss Musgrave in a retired seat, with Titania as a listener, at a ball which took place one evening near Penrith. They were both so busily engaged in talking of our hero, that they did not perceive that the dances were forming, until aroused by the tune of "The Campbells are coming," which was played from the orchestra. Titania raised her eyes, and, apropos enough, saw Campbell approaching. Her speaking glance spoke volumes at the sight; when at that moment our old friend Nimrod thrust himself forward, and begged she would do him the honour of "jigging it awa' wi' him a wee bit." "I would, Mr. Coverdale, but-but I think I am already engaged to Mr. Campbell," said Titania. Now the truth is, Campbell had not yet even spoken to her; but let us remember, dear ladies, she was in love, and only

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Nimrod eyed Campbell from head to foot; then, retreating from his stern gaze, muttered, "Gude faith, if it wadna be rabbing the hangman of a fee, I'd thrapple ye, ye unsonsie loon!"

Titania and Campbell danced together the whole evening. His countenance seemed to reflect the joy which irradiated hers, and both were happy, until a few short hours had elapsed, and then, hard destiny! they were forced to part.

Next morning Titania sallied forth to take her usual ramble; all

was brightness and sunshine; the gay orb of day was in one of his best humours, and dispensed "golden smiles" to the scene. Not a tree but glittered in his beams--not a leaf but reflected back his brightness; yet there were two orbs scarce less bright, that seemed unconscious of his presence. There was a fair one who owned these orbs, that cared not whether gloom or sunshine prevailed, but wandered listlessly onwards and onwards, heedless of aught save the one idea that engrossed her every faculty-the idea that Campbell never could be hers; he had sworn a solemn vow which never could be broken.

In a few moments Titania reached the shady walk, where the eglantine twining fantastically round the foliage of a cluster of trees, formed a natural alcove, whither she often wandered to peruse the works of some favourite author. As she entered this little secluded spot, a slight rustling startled her, and she perceived the form of a man hastily retreating: it was Campbell. "He avoids me," she murmured, covering her face with her hands. On again looking up, she observed that he had been carving some letters on the bark of a tree, she examined them, and found "Titania" was the word he had traced; although alone, our heroine bent her eyes to the ground, and a pocket-book met her view. Surmising to whom it belonged, she picked it up, but so tremulously, that a loose leaf flew out, and her own name caught her eye. Should she read it? Delicacy said no, -female curiosity said yes; and so our heroine read it. The following were the words which Campbell had written :—

Titania could not restrain her tears on the perusal of these lines