the remembrance of the falsehood of early friends | the same sorrow, and borne a heart as lacerated as was gradually fading from me, I felt the want of some hers to her daily toil; in the necessity for effort she one intelligent companion, whose occasional presence has found relief, the wound has closed, and she has might refresh me. This I found in your mother, been restored to mental health. Had Cousin Mehitawho, in return for the paltry diamond by means of bel, instead of yielding to the impulse that led her to which I made myself known to her, bestowed on me shun her kind, dedicated her talents and her wealth the priceless jewel of her own and her daughter's to serving them, not by substitute but in person, she love. The blessing' of the old and solitary be on you might have been a blessing to her church and to her for the gift. country. While binding up the broken hearts of others, her own would have been healed, and the tender affections of her nature might then have been directed into their appropriate channel. As it was, though excellent and attractive, she was comparatively a useless being. Dearly as I loved her, I knew she never gained the true insight-that of descrying, under all the defacements that sin has made, the image of her Maker in the last great work of his creation." "I have now, my child, fulfilled the task-a painful one to me-of recording for your benefit my experience of life. You are just entering the scene I early quitted in disgust, with much of the confidence in human virtue that was once my portion. Set not your hopes of happiness upon it; they will be betrayed-perhaps when they are brightest. May your course be a more peaceful one than mine." "Dear Cousin Mehitabel," I exclaimed, when I had finished reading the manuscript to my mother, "I do not wonder at her wishing to shut herself forever from the world after such a sad experience." "I do not wonder at it," said my mother, "though I condemn it still. She would, I think, have been a happier woman, I am sure she would have been a wiser one, if, after having gained the peace she speaks of, she had again mixed with her fellow creatures, and endeavored to seek out that harmony in the moral world she only could discern in the natural. It is true that many strings in the 'great harp of humanity' are sadly out of tune, but there are still many that yield sweet music when touched aright. There is a great deal of falsehood in the world, but more truth; much sin, but much holiness; and it is not right we should forget the one and dwell exclusively upon the other. Cousin Mehitabel was unfortunate in bestowing both her love and friendship on unworthy objects, and the consequences to a proud and sensitive character were not unnatural. But many a humble cottage maiden has experienced "I cannot imagine,” said I, as I looked upon my cousin's picture, "how any man once really attached to such a splendid creature as is painted here, could so easily have been beguiled away from her." "I doubt whether he ever was really attached to her, though he may have thought so at the time. You observe her beauty is of a proud and intellectual character. Mira's was of a kind that intoxicated the senses. She must have persuaded him that he had inspired a 'grande passion,' and that, added to her beauty and softness, made him forget all the ties of truth and honor." "If I only knew," said I, "that they had both been miserable, it would be a real satisfaction to me." "Cannot we draw that inference from principles as well as from facts?" asked my mother. "The foundation of true happiness was never laid in falsehood, and in a marriage formed under the circumstances that attended theirs, mutual confidence could never have been felt. I have no doubt it was quite as miserable as even you could have desired." THE REAPER'S FRIEND. BY E. M. SIDNEY "TIs the golden summer time,- Pant the weary kine for breath, Half unbound, the yellow sheaves. There they trifle time away, O'er the fields with happy song, Like a light cloud in the sky: Now the hasty meal is done, Homeward trips the maiden gay ; Is it strange that one bright eye her when all have done? the remembrance of the falsehood of early friends | the same sorrow, and borne a heart as lacerated as was gradually fading from me, I felt the want of some hers to her daily toil; in the necessity for effort she one intelligent companion, whose occasional presence has found relief, the wound has closed, and she has might refresh me. This I found in your mother, been restored to mental health. Had Cousin Mehitawho, in return for the paltry diamond by means of bel, instead of yielding to the impulse that led her to which I made myself known to her, bestowed on me shun her kind, dedicated her talents and her wealth the priceless jewel of her own and her daughter's to serving them, not by substitute but in person, she love. The blessing of the old and solitary be on you might have been a blessing to her church and to her for the gift. country. While binding up the broken hearts of others, her own would have been healed, and the tender affections of her nature might then have been directed into their appropriate channel. As it was, though excellent and attractive, she was comparatively a useless being. Dearly as I loved her, I knew she never gained the true insight-that of descrying, under all the defacements that sin has made, the image of her Maker in the last great work of his creation." "I have now, my child, fulfilled the task-a painful one to me-of recording for your benefit my experience of life. You are just entering the scene I early quitted in disgust, with much of the confidence in human virtue that was once my portion. Set not your hopes of happiness upon it; they will be betrayed-perhaps when they are brightest. May your course be a more peaceful one than mine." "Dear Cousin Mehitabel," I exclaimed, when I had finished reading the manuscript to my mother, "I do not wonder at her wishing to shut herself forever from the world after such a sad experience." "I do not wonder at it,” said my mother, "though I condemn it still. She would, I think, have been a happier woman, I am sure she would have been a wiser one, if, after having gained the peace she speaks of, she had again mixed with her fellow creatures, and endeavored to seek out that harmony in the moral world she only could discern in the natural. It is true that many strings in the 'great harp of humanity' are sadly out of tune, but there are still many that yield sweet music when touched aright. There is a great deal of falsehood in the world, but more truth; much sin, but much holiness; and it is not right we should forget the one and dwell exclusively upon the other. Cousin Mehitabel was unfortunate in bestowing both her love and friendship on unworthy objects, and the consequences to a proud and sensitive character were not unnatural. But many a humble cottage maiden has experienced "I cannot imagine," said I, as I looked upon my cousin's picture, "how any man once really attached to such a splendid creature as is painted here, could so easily have been beguiled away from her.” racter. "I doubt whether he ever was really attached to her, though he may have thought so at the time. You observe her beauty is of a proud and intellectual chaMira's was of a kind that intoxicated the senses. She must have persuaded him that he had inspired a 'grande passion,' and that, added to her beauty and softness, made him forget all the ties of truth and honor." "If I only knew," said I, "that they had both been miserable, it would be a real satisfaction to me." "Cannot we draw that inference from principles as well as from facts?" asked my mother. "The foundation of true happiness was never laid in falsehood, and in a marriage formed under the circumstances that attended theirs, mutual confidence could never have been felt. I have no doubt it was quite as miserable as even you could have desired." THE REAPER'S FRIEND. BY E. M. SIDNEY "Tis the golden summer time,- Pant the weary kine for breath, Now the reapers seek the shade, Half unbound, the yellow sheaves. There they trifle time away, Mingling song with jocund mirth, Through the sultry noon of day! O'er the fields with happy song, Like a light cloud in the sky: Homeward trips the maiden gay; Is it strange that one bright eye SKETCHES OF NAVAL MEN. JOHN TEMPLER SHUBRICK. BY J. FENIMORE COOPER, AUTHOR OF THE PIONEERS," "RED ROVER," ETC. [Entered, according to the Act of Congress, in the year 1839, by J. Fenimore Cooper, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States, in and for the Northern District of New York.] THE subject of our sketch is the eldest of four | struction of this truly kind and excellent guide and brothers who have served with credit and reputation friend, he remained until the spring of 1804, when in the navy, since the commencement of the present he returned to Charleston, and commenced the study century. Of these brothers, John, the oldest, never of the law, in the office of his kinsman, Col. Drayton, rose higher in rank than to be a lieutenant com- so well known to the country for his probity and mandant; William Branford, the second in seniority, public services. During the time young Shubrick re is the present Commodore Shubrick; Edward Rut-mained occupied in this pursuit, his progress created ledge, the third, died quite recently, a captain, on his passage between the Brazil and the Mediterranean stations, in command of the Columbia 44; while Irvine, the fourth and youngest, is a commander of the promotion of 1811. It is seldom, indeed, that so many members of a single family are found in the same profession, serving equally with credit to themselves, and advantage to their country. The family of Shubrick belongs to South Carolina, in which state it has long been connected with many of the most distinguished names. We have only to mention those of Drayton, Haynes, Hayward, Hamilton, Pinckney, Horry, Trapier, &c., &c., to show the character of its connections. Col. Thomas Shubrick, the father of the four sons just mentioned, was an officer of the Revolution, having served with distinction in the army of Gen. Greene during the celebrated southern campaign. He was with the latter, in the capacity of an aid, at the battle of Eutaw Springs. This gentleman was born late in 1755, and was consequently quite young at the commencement of the great struggle for national independence. He was the seventh child, and the third son of Thomas Shubrick and Sarah Mott, both of Charleston; the latter being of the connection of that noble woman who furnished Lee with the implements to set fire to her own house, in order to subdue a British garrison. Col. Thomas Shubrick, the father of our subject, married a Miss Branford, in 1778. John was the seventh child and the fifth son of this marriage, having been born on Bull's Island, a valuable estate that belonged to Col. Shubrick, on the 12th September, 1788. His father died, at a place called Belvedere, March 4th, 1810; his mother survived until August, 1822. the most sanguine hopes of his future success, though his disposition strongly tempted him to engage in more active and stirring scenes than those likely to attend the career of a barrister. By the persuasion of friends, however, as well as a sense of duty, the young man persevered for two years, when his father yielded to the wishes of two of his sons, and procured for them midshipmen's appointments. The warrants of the two Shubricks were of the same date, August 19th, 1806, though there were more than two years difference in their ages. This placed John, the elder of the two, and the subject of our sketch, in the navy when he was little more than eighteen years old. With many minds and temperaments, this would have been commencing the profession somewhat too late, perhaps, though the education previously obtained was of great advantage to one so much disposed to acquire all useful knowledge as this youth. By some mistake of the Department, the warrants were ante-dated, appearing as if issued June 20th. The circumstance was of little moment, nor do we know that it had any influence on the subsequent promotions of either of the young gentlemen interested. From the very commencement of his service, John Shubrick's career was marked by that species of for tune that seemed ever to lead him where hard knocks were to be given and taken. So marked, indeed, was his career in this respect, that, in the end, it began to be thought that his luck would give any ship a chance for a fight on board which he might hap pen to serve. The first vessel to which the young man was attached was the Chesapeake 36, Capt. Gordon, which vessel he joined at Washington, while fitting for the Mediterranean station, to carry Young Shubrick was taught in the schools of the broad pennant of Commodore James Barron. In Charleston, in the manner usual to boys of his class this ship he dropped down to Norfolk, remained there in life, until the year 1801, when he was sent to the until she sailed, and was in her at the time of the care of the Rev. Thomas Thacher, of Dedham, Mas- memorable attack that was made on her by the sachusetts, accompanied by his next brother, William, Leopard 50, Capt. Humphreys. In this affair, those the present Commodore Shubrick. Under the in- on board the Chesapeake were probably more ex |