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Do yon hear th wild birds oal'ing
Do you hear them, oh my heart.)
Do yoa th bit. air filling
ftom their rushing wings apart?
With young moiiti lby ar Hooking,
For they hear thalanithing brEe,
Wihdy fingers rooking
Their oradWi m th
Within nature's bosom holden,
'Till the wintry t tor mi were done,
Littl violets, whit and golden,
Now ar leaning to Lb inn.
With Its Unn th box ii flnid,
,ad ita wind-flower, sweet to view,
Hith nnoovered itt pa! forehead
To thd kisses of th dw,
Whil thoa.ftfld blouomi tndr.
At ooqtieitiihly a thay.
Are mining their wild splendor
lath b!ujoiof the May!
In th wBter soltly d'mDlod
Iq th A iwr-nanwlfd sod
How bexniiftVly exampled
ii th providooo of liod!
From ih taiect'i litUs itory
To th farthest star above.
All are waves of glory, glury.
In th ocean, ol bis love l
A fellow known anoul ih town
Now lives oo Blaikoone iqutra,
, IrVhoae oSj(i!ts in that ruiiduuii
Are xertnt and air;
This geU man will mefunr yon
Six Tt and near a span
ilis oh&peau'i a la Kossuth
And h.s oan a small rattan !
One morning at this ohryinHt,
Vol to he's deemed by all;
Altered by lout and sand.!.
Was monohing in his halt
Down oaroe a tnnwy avalanohe,
And mingled with his lea
Maid he "1 know a bank' not thi,
" W hir disooonta ar'n't so free!"
Hhorttimaela-ned, when nparoi
Old Boreas in hit might,
He grasped his bellows with a grin,
"We'll hav some fan o-nightl"
A mighty man is he whene'er
H starts upon a blow
It plays old Jaok wtien on hit gain,
Nor heeds tb high or low!
So toonring e'er th sleeping town.
He stopid amid th storm
Upon th botti wherein oor friend
Was taking something warm;
.Said to "The jolly dog within
Wants exerois and air
g'iv feet of chimney thioogh hit roof
Will give him both to spar!"
On mighty blast noon hit pip
And down tli oolnmn tell
Uprose that ooiy gentleman
And touched bi chamber Dell;
Kaid he to tne domestic. fo.
And take that person 't oard!
And atk him when he oalli aaiit
To knock. not aait so hard 1"
klnlA (Knit,
A L(ad of the iterolutloD.
"O pan travfora:
a Virpl,
dabit Deai his qaoque fitt-
Great woei yoare borsej bat God shall lire an
end. Tims.
Oa the post-road from New York to Albany,
where the itage 'ated to go' lumbering along
with its load ol honest Dutchmen, at the 'goot
shpeed of tour mile in Ton hour,' in bad we,
ther, and the dangerous rate of six miles an
hour in good weather; on this famous road,
bout a mile from the Tillage of Peekskill, stands
a small dilapidated tenement, which, tradition
ears, occupies the lite wheie once stood the first
white man's residence in that part of the State.
Then the Map it tee Indian disputed poseteion
with the 'pale-face,' Then the whole country
was thick with gigantic trees, and summers
were shorter, and winters longer. Then the day
was Tocal with mirlad birds of cheerful song and
brilliant plumage, and the night wo terrible
with the wild-cat'S scream, the panther's yell,
the wolf's dread howl; and the dismal anthem
echoed from the forest dales to the wooded sides
of the old 'Big Torn' mountain. . In dus time
this ancient home bad neighbors, scattered at
internals of perhaps a mile. The family about
which this tradition is concerned were among
its last occupants, when the homestead was fast
going to ruin,
"Betty," said the aged matron, a fine speeU
men of Dutch rustioity, whose ootton esp set to
her head with an embrace too close to permit
any of the venerable grey hairs to be taken
away against their will, and whose petticoat of
home-spun wool, - was so warm as to defy the
'rumatticks' to 'pest' her aged limbs, and then
its dimensions, so snng and tidy as to preclude
the matron's running too fait in her old days.
"Betty," said she, to a girl of 'swee,'. sixteen,'
"whsts the matter) Yon look as if you mought
ha' sees a spook, so solemnoholy-like." '
"Mother, I can't say that I am Tery unhappy,
and yet, I do feel a little sad."
' "Jiit a leetle, ehT Well, what mought it be
"Why it's about my wedding to-morrow. I
don't know why 1 feel so," said the maid. '
, "Ah, my child, I see how it is. Yon feel a
kind of glad, and sort of sorry too. And to
speak the truth, Betty, I feel leetle so my
self." Aid the matron wiped a big warm tear
Iron each ere, with th corner of her clean
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check apron. This caused the maid to weep
An iuterval of silence succeeded, in Wh!?3i
Benyi tu hef peipKiur, had well-nigh spoiled
a white rosette, which the was making fur her
'bridal gear;' aud the matron actually dropped
three stitches in her kuitting; a thing which
nerer before eould any neighbor faring against
Mrs. Van Antwerp, fur if there was any thing
on which she 'prided' herself above other folks,
it was that she had a daughter who never, in all
hor life disobeyed her parents, aud who knew
the Heidelberg Catechism by heart, without be
ing told a single wcrd, (as a reward aud testi
mony of which Dominie Vou Twiller gave her
oue of his best Christmas sermons in Dutch;)
aud lastly, that she herself never dropped a
stitch in kuitting. Then to think the stock
iugs she was knitting were of the best lamb's
wool, and intended as a present for the dear old
Douiiuie. IIow provokiug I It is due the good
woman to say, that her temper did not sour on
this trying occasion. 1'erhaps Belly who was
reputed to hare 'good mother-wit,' did not give
it time, for she broke the silence.
"Mother, I had a dream; and I don't know
why, hut it will hang on my miud."
"A dream 1 Well, now, of ail things 1 Tell
it me, child; for 1 heurd Deacon Van Dyek say,
he believed dreams, and spooks, sad such like,
to be warnings. But here's father coming to
take a smoke, let him hear it, for he's power
ful in explaining such things I"
"A dream, ehS" said the old man, looking
grave as he took his seat. His pipe filled and
lighted, with a thoughtful look, he said, "Go
on, Betty. Let's hear it."
The blue smoke, as it rose in spiral wreaths
from the farmer's pipe, seeming eager to uuite
with and dissolve into the azure sky, was finely
symbolical of the parity of that girlish heart,
from which the spirit offering on maiden
" breath,
Like (iloai Inaemft from a oenior old,
Boomed taking dihl Iron, Iwoi without a death."
"Father," said the maid, "I have more faith
in the iniuUtry of uuseen angels, than in these
troublesome dreams."
"Well, now !" exclaimed the matron, "if Bet
ty ain't preaching to her father, who's been ao
elder of the church four times."
"Go on. uirl with your dream. I know best
ahont these thinas," urged the farmer,
Thus overcome, the maid obeyed. "Well,
father, I drer.med that it was morning, and I
was looking at the old rose-tree, and a pretty
bud came out, and this, on a sudden, burst into
a beautiful flower, aud then all at once, this
flower became a dark, mournful looking some
thing, which I can't describe. And 1 awoke
eryiug, for it affected me very much.
"Yon don't know what that black aomethiny
was, eh.child'i" asked the old man, thought
fully, knocking the ashes out of his pipe, and
depositing it in the roomy pocket of his ample
"No, father," was the answer.
"It wa'rut a bear, nor a wolf, nor nothing
o' that sortl" suggested the matron.
"Oh no, mother. Nothiug that I can do
scribe." "Well, now, if that ain't orfully queer?"
exclaimed the old lady, spreading her hands,
and pencitting her kaitting to cease for a
good half minute.
"Wife, priug me your specks aud the Bible,
said the farmer."
The 'specs' were well rubbed on the 'gndo
vrow's' apron, and st length placed on .Hr. Van
Antwerp's nose; the seur opened the oracles,
and examined the subject of dreams. He read
straight that of Nebuchadnezzar, with its inter
pretation. But it afforded no aid. Nor fared
he better with Pharaoh's, Jacob's, and Joseph's,
Closing 'the Book' in disappointment, he said
the trouble was, that they were all men's
dreams, and thus eouloVnt throw any light on a
girl s dream. It was plain that he must ven
ture an interpretation out of his own head. Slow,
ly laying his glasses on the table, and deliberate'
ly refilling his pipe, to which the vrow applied a
lighted chip, then taking a few whiffs, iu un
usual energy, he spoke
ua"The morning means the wedding day. The
d means the maid. The flower means the
iuh: and what, the Hack tomelhing means,
wilder me nor dander and blixen knows."
This rather disappointed the matron, who
rrioiocd with, "It must mean good, whatever
it is. I've 'Book' proof for that: for Betty is
an obedient lass, aud Benson Kiting is a pious
lad. So there must be a blessing.
1 And if he wa'n't he shonld't have Betty.
Bnt row, but whit do yott mak of that'iiW
something! '"
"should think it was something to be after
the wedding. I've heard Beuson say, how he'd
like to have the plot where the bla'ik-walntit-tree
stands Who knows but "
"Now just stop, old woman," said the far
mer, smoking most desperately. "Stop, vrow,
I know all about it, and perhaps mought tell
yon, if you'd let a body get a word in. Betty's
dream means that she is to be a maid, and a
wife, and with Benson, is to get the black-
I walnut plot somehow or other, and all in one
Again were the ashes knocked out of the pipe,
and it deposited in the spacious pocket of the
huge 'grizzly gray' waistcoat. The dream-seer
was satisfied and mi.cn relieved.
. e "
"I tell yon, Trow, I don't like it, that Dom
inie Von Twiller's not going to marry Betty
nd Benson."
"You're my way of thinking husband.
It's an orfnl pot-out. But they say ha can't
be had. They've sent Pompey for the Church
of England minister, a few miles up. I hear
he's godly sort of man, tnd that's great
thing," , -
"Why see, old woman thy Ye crazy I ' Ain't
Benson a liberty man; and ain't we all 'gainst
England, tooth and naill And you want to
hav my daughter married by one of these fel
lows !" And the old man was so aghast with
indignation, that he forgot the extra whiff of
smoke, for emphasis. . 1
"Nay father, we are sot opposing England,
bnt its oppression) and the English Church,
Dominic says, has good and wholesome doctrine
like onrs," interposed the maid. ,
j '
' Jiulso, Belly," nrgcl Benson P
And B-itlv," tw whi-.i.vj'e'l, " ie.) ...i n,
Inst tne DuU'li church iu ftuw York, niien (be
1'iicopuis came ovor from England, opened
itieir cliutcii iur lueui to serve Uoa in., tell
him that, Betty."
At this the old man declared that wheu his
reverence should come, he would ask his pardon.
for saying such bad things behind a good man's
The parties were ready for the wedding.
nam, yel Tery neat, was trio attire ol the Bride,
A pure white dress, with sash of narrow sky.
blue ribbon, the ends hanging low from the
waist, hor arms bare, and small roaetts In
white satin, with a natural white ruse-bud of
the centre, and this pinned on oue side of her
natural ringlets, completed her bridal array.
That of the bridegroom, was in keepingwitk
his time. The fabric was hometpun cloih.
1'he coat of Quikerish style ibe waistcoat,
long, reaching below the hips knee-breeches,
while lamb s-wool stockings, well-greasea ani
substantial brogans, and the hair done up in s
cue behind, wnich, being rather short, had ao
obiliuale way of sticking out at a right angle
to the back ut his well-cuuiueu head: the whole
in those days, was tsteemed suit to be ad
mired. The door opened, and Pompey, his eyes roll
iug like two pigeon's eggs, made his appear
"Massa Van Antwerp, dis gemmon am de
Itebrand Massa Good heart, de 'Pissopal minis
ter." The particulars of the reception cannot be
detailed. It was cordial, and the worthy cler
gyman was pressed to take draught of eider,
with the apology that wine they had none.
The presence of the minister set the bride
groom iu a flutter. His heart beat at his side as
if it were cramped for waut of room, even in
that commodious waistcoat. It was suggested
that the ceremony had better begin. At this,
tk-nson Eitinge, lest he might sink under the
ordeal, braced up his nerve and muscles so de
terminedly, that he stood firm as a gate-post,
iu rather grotesque comparison to the blushing
bfide who stood graceful, though like t flower
drooping with its load of dew. The minister
opened his month, and Hue bridegroom trem
bled. At length the ceremony reached the part
in which thepajrhes'sryirslxT tjivorUs
of the clergyman. ' ' ''
"You must say after me," said the minister.
"You must say after me," repeated the docile
"Nol no I" was the remonstrance.
"No ! no I" was the respouse.
"Air. Eltinge, slop," said the embanased
"Jlr. Eltinge, stop," gasped the worst embar
rassed bridegroom.
Meanwhile the cue persisted in sticking out
at a right angle from the back of his head, and
now, iu sympathy for its owner, it trembled
like a twig in a stiff breeze. The slave Pom
pev, observing the pertinacious motion of the
cue, was suddenly struct wilh the belief that
Massa Eltiuge's wits were oozing out at its end,
as if a spigot had escaped from the faucet of
cider Cisk. The negro, 'keeping dark,' slyly
took the tongs, aud held fast the little troubler,
which was determined to 'stick out,' to the last.
Whatever the cause was, from that instant the
bridegroom made a fair start, and went through
with tolerable composure to the eud. This
slight irregularity, however, should be mention
ed; when the clergyman said Amen, he added,
"I'm glad it's over," and wiped the nrespira
ation off which stood iu great drops upon hb
"Dere den," said Pompey releasing his hold.
'Next time Massa Eltinge, you tie your cue tight
er. Me ben pinching the eud wid de tongs to
prevent de sense from leaking all a way."
The loud laugh which followed was cnt short,
for it had to give way to the many good wishes,
and right hearty ones tuey were too; for every
body loved Butty Van Antwerp, aud nobody
bnt thought well of Benson Eltinge.
"Benson, my lad, take care of Betty. She's
a good girl, aud has always minded her parents,
God bless you both my dear children," said the
old man.
"May God help mo to love her," said the
honest-hearted swain, his voice hnsky with the
emotion of deep affection.
"Betty and Benson God bless yon both I"
ejaculated the matron, her eyes blinded with
Merry was the wedding cheer, and innocent
the mirth, and harmless (though plenty of it,)
was the envy: for tue girls wished tuey haa
Beuson Eltinge, and the younir men wished
they had Betty Van Antwerp. Nor could they
make up their miuds to call her 'Mrs. Elsinge.'
"Well Betty," said the old maul who had
been cracking some jokes with the clergyman,
whose heart aud the old man's had become as
nearly one as had the smoke from their pipes.
"Betty the dreams coming on. Here's the
wedding day, the rose-bnd and the flower, that
is, the maiden and the wile; only oue thing
more is wanted I"
A dash of gloom saddened the bride's heart;
but cheerfulness, like veil, concealed it all.
The bridal party began putting the chsirs
around the room, for they were preparing to
play at 'Pawns,' and wanted the middle of the
floor to twirl the 'platter.' All is ready; the
party are sll numbered, except the two old folks
rd the clergyman. Benson Eltinge, being
'No. 1,' takes the plate: advancing to the mid-;
die of the floor, he stoops to twirl it; but all
cars are startled by cry:
"Turn out, turn outor Zibtrtj !" Sud
denly the door was opened by man with a gnn
ou his shoulder. "Come,"said be, ."I'm sor'y
to disturb wedding, bnt you that wish yout
eonntry well, and can carry arms, bad better
do so. The Hessians are moving from Hess'isn
Hill, and we need company of scouts to
watch 'em. Com along I We're t'ready thirty
strong, all got gnn but three and they her'
Th ii a faot. Vorthfi seneroai eetnf the Reform
ed Protectant Datoh Charob nf New York oUr. '
Knifoepa.) IMmnianiqn has Ions oontlitnted the feniot
.litiiter or the Ooiieilate Datuh Chnmh In that eltr
ouluer in the Board of (Mneibia Oollete. Whiafc ehl
we admire moit, the senerons eat e the one. Of the
eipotnMod irnlilad of Us etheit
'- 1 wv th, r-iiud !vs," - l V
waw. A-
. ,.,-..,11 loving, lilt) .Hiking of hutuls. ft tin
st av youth broke away from the iuir maidens,
all pale with mingled smotiin.
"My Betty," said the noble swain to his
bride, who, wilh a death hne on her faee, had
sunk into a chair by his side; "my Butty, love
for my bride says stay, but love for my country
says ao. Which shall 1 obey.
"tour country 1 Benson," said the maid, In
a firm, clear tone, like one determined, as she
rose erect in an instant. "Your country ! Ben
son," she repeated. Eear nol the issue, my hns.
band. We both fear God; aud ha will be a
wall of fire around yon, and will see that the
winds bl'. w uot too roughly on me while yon
are gone.
1'he two aged parents stood like mutes in
consternation. The clergyman, astouished at
the energy of the frail, though beautiful being
betorehiin, ejaculated, "What wondrons power
in the trust of God I Truly, saith the Holy
Book, 'The secret of the Lord is with them that
fear him!'"
Ti e work of a moment, and that gentle crea
ture had burst from girlhood into womanhood.
It was not a bud bloumiug into flower; but the
slender sapling becoming on the instant vig
orous tree. And while her yonog hnsband stood
pressing both hands on his eyes, which shed hot
drops like the white sparks falling from two
lire balls, tbe hands of the maiden bride at
tached to the person f the bridegroom patriot
the accoutrements of war.
"Go, my Benson and while vou are away.
I will pray God for you. The wedding suit
could not be belter worn than in the cause of
"May God keep you," said the yonng man
with difficulty, for he was almost choked. Em.
bracing the bride, he kissed her fervently.
c eelmg her torlitnde sinking, that gentle-being
hung upon him like a lily on Us natural stem.
Gently separating himself, the young volunteer
for freedom reached th open door, end with
averted face, lest his resolution might fail, aud
his flowing tears be seen, he waved his right
hand behind him in token of Adieu, then broke
swav wilh his comrades, leaving the bride, her
aged parents, the good minister, and all maiden
guests absorbed in tears.
The clergyman, as if he had forgotten some-
: V'lZ'p.ttu. et Off the roan -sidi. ern.i as fl,e lit-
h company were about turning rock iu th
cstance, the venerable man cried out with a so
lanu voice: "God's great blessing be on yon,
yi brave sons of our hope I The God of battles
i with yon; 'lor the Lord hath sacrafice in
Buzrah, and a great slaughter in Idumea !'
Jlhovah, Lord of hosts, speed yon, and cause
ytu to come again with conquests, 'tiora Edom,
and with died garments from Bozarah.' "
I "Oh father !" said the bride, recoiling at the
remembrance of her dream, ''that dark and
mournful lomething!"
, The old man, shook his head. Bnt not a
"Oh, sir," said the maid to the minister, her
own bauds clasped iu the attitude of snpplica
:ion, "won't you pray for my Bensonl"
And all knelt down. What a group ! The
aged and sorrow-striken parents the sobbing
maidens the bereaved bride, like a lone lilly
among the flowers the faithful slave, hit eyes
red with crying the venerable servant of God,
like the ancient Patriarch, pleading wilh Jeho
vah! Nay leave the scene lor angles to steady
and admire,
How sublime! a bride iu the dark silence of
her bridal chamber, wrestling with Him who
dwelleth in the midst of light ineffable, in be
half of a husband of but an hours duration, be
fore the stern necessity of war bad snatched
from his wedded love! Hide that heart with
its wild emotions from the gaze of vulgar eyes,
for the maiden's orisons are broken upon by the
abrupt tidings that the bridegroom soldier is
borne uivay, a wounded, dying mau, iu the jolt
ing march of an eiulting enemy. The black
pinions of despair enwrap her soul with the
memory of thot mysterons dark and mournful
som'tlnnj !'
"Ah!" sobbed the bereaved one, "it is now
plain that dream " am maiden, wife and
witlow in one short dag!" and bitterly she wept.
But she has a faith, which is a spiritual he
roism. When the whirlwind turmoil of that
agonized heart is becalmed enough for utter
a nee, with clasped hacds, aud upraised eyes,
and voice tremulous with woe, yet soft with
hope, she breathes: "God is just and kind and
Ron;); and he will not forsake my husband r"
ifee-brkht liiihtuina oitrcos the whiW cloud.
so that livkg flame from believing heart
pierces the celestial azure; and tne Recording
Angel at the great White Thorn, breaks off a
spring of heavenly amaranth, and with it dip
ped in love, on a fair white page of 'the Book
Tic .kni.u v.i r fn:tk
'Him that liveth.'
"Oh !" said the clergyman, for he had tar
ried over night to condole with the family in
their grief, "1 have not found so great faith, no
not in Israel! Alas! my friends, when 1 said
the Lord hath sacrifice in Borzah, 1 did not
think one would furnish the victims. But hi
will be done!"
"Amen, Massa Goodhesrt," said the negro;
"God's will be done. And hehab sib ma work
to do. Good-bye, Massa, and Mrs., and Miss
The last seen of Pompey the slave, was his
entering the British line. "Ah, said the
neighbors, "the black rogue has turned trai
tor!" t o e e e e ,,
"Who is that sad-looking ereatnre, with
sash of black ribbon round bcr waist?" was
the inquiry mad concerning Betty, who had
disappeared in th woods. The inquirer was a
venerable-looking man, clad in entire black.
He won small clothes, very high boots with
black tassels, and three cornered bat. He
was of fine stature, mild face and gentle speech
'"Sir" said th roan addressed, "she is called
in these parts, the Village Widow. Sh es daugh
ter to Mr. Van Antwerp, who lives behfhd yon
der hickory grove.!'. - '" v
"Indeed!" said the stranger, h tamed
hi feors in the direction pointed out. "So
that' Betty, my good friend Msinheer Van
Antwerp child. A Virgin Widow, vruyr.
ied cpilnet." It is the thoughtless drooping of a'
Sielic gem from the lips of such as are uo poets,
eautilul is that virtuous arrow which hauga by
golden threads to the shining mercy-seat of the
great Sympathiser. Chastened grief is like
chased gold, beautiful and precious. In Ihe
maidens lace there sat t dreamy intelligence, like
the foreshadowiug of future commnuiugs. It
was resignation but not forgetfnlluess No.
OblivioL could dig no grave for the memory of
her husband, for Hope unweariedly held his
image toner husband.
"Well! well! her's the Dominel" exclaimed
the old lady, running to shake hands with th
stranger whom we have noticed, and not wait
ing for him to dismout, before she began to pour
me iamuy sorrows into the iiood man s cares.
Again and again was the recital made- as Domi
nie Van 1 wilier smoked his pipe in company
with the old man.
"Mine goot people," said the Dominine. as if
ue were addressing congregation; ' mine goot
people, ne reiterated in a tone almost oracu
lar "you shall sec dese tinirs just turn out rurbt.
God's promises are not meot only 10 be read in
y our house, aud preached in his. but to be trust
ed in by the hearts of his people. It is to be
expected that Betty should 'lament like a virgin
girded with sackcloth for the husband of her
youth.' But there is good stored np in God's
right hand. Why even the primer and com
mandmeot agree:
"uuejr tbr parent! with thy heart and hand.
And thon shall live and proipei in the land "
Ah mine friends, it made mv heart faint
within me, when I heard that 'our holy and our
beautiful house, where our fathers praised,'
was destroyed. It was there Betty was bap.
tized. But God can make its ashes praise
him." And in such method talked Dominie
Vou Twiller to the bereaved one, at suitable
The'seasous rolled sway, summer aud autumn
and wiuter and spring.and summer oame again.
uwas tneanuiversary,ot her wedding-day, aud
the night had come and the Virgin Widow sat
in her bridal chamber, reading the "Word of
God. She read of angels, thus-1"re they
not all ministerma tpiril tent forth to mm-
fitter for them-who tluUi be hnrt of mlmtimtl
' The revelation' filled her mind so that she
heard not the trampling of horses on the road
A something whispered the sentiment that.
"Young virgins might have vision of delight,
And aoit adorings liom tlieir loves receive
Upon the honey d middle or the nkht."
She gazed from her window at the skv.
What constellated glory what lavishmcnt of
celestial jewelry! bhe saw an inebriating
vision, iter spiritual nature swam noon tbe
scene like summer gossamer on rose-odored
air. Aud what a chanire! Where are the
floods of interstellar aid" Where are those
cressets of immortal fire? "The gates of hea
ven seem open wide, and the celestial minarets
appear, and what seemed twinkling stars, are
geutle seraphim smiling through the lattices o
heareu like innocent iufauts laughing through
their nursery windows. Aud now two large
fair angels appear.
"Wilh bair blown back, and wings put cross
wise on thier breasts."
And between these miuistering angels can
it be! her own dear bridgegroom! In full
advance they tread the star-flowered carpet of
tne snowy way.
Ibe vision of the spirit is broken, for a voice
of earth his hesrd calling to the bereaved one
"lome, daughter, cornel
"Yes, come, Missy come down, I be Pompey
come DacK.and i ve brought something for you.
Ue wore dul trod gib me, 1 hab done..
But there was not moment, ere, lke a deer,
young JUtuige sprang up aud caught in his
arms the sinking girl. Pearly joy-drops fell
Iroin those loving eyes, and iu a slow, firm
tone went np from maiden lips
"1 thauk thee, father, that I have not trusted
thee in vain."
"Well! well!" ejaculated the old mau, when
he did come to his senses, for it seemed that he
never would, "it is better to trust iu God than
in dreams."
Yes," said the old lady, "it's miracle
complete, and if the Domini will favor na,
we 11 nave a sermon on lt.in tne barn, next Lord s
"It s the wedding-day, after all, suggested
the slave.
That starry night threw its mantle of love
rnnnil that hriital ham)M, .nJ tni n if rin O
angels whispered tender assursuces, s they kept !
their spritoal vigils over the couch of Benson
Eltinge, aud his, not Virgin Widow, but
Maiden Bride.
Ii ilir. 11. The old Dntnh Church on Verplanok's
Point wee dettored by the enemy.
fbe escape of Eltinge was dne mainly to he faith,
fnl ilare. rerkaps we may In a leqnle live Thiiuanl
aetion al some other day AUTHOR.
The Chaudiere Falle.
Much has been written and spoken of th
grandenr and sublimity of the Niagara Falls,
and the beauties of Montmorenci, Trenton, St.
Anthony, Passaic, Kauterskills, and Seneca,
hare been extolled in prose and verse; but the
imposing magnificieuc of the Ottawa, has not
called forth the admiration of traveler or of
the poet, with the exception of one whose late
deal will be long mourned by all the lovers of
sweet sonu, who on its bosom composed,
"Ottawa's tide I the trembling moon,
Shall see us float over thy surges soon.
Baint of this green isle, hear our prayera I
ph gn ut us cool heavens and favoring airs.
Blow, brtses blow, Ibe stream runs last,
Tbe raplda are near, and tbe daylights past."
The falls of the Chaudiere (so called by the
first Canadian voyageurt, from their circular
form, resembling an immense cauldron,) pre
sent those imposing view, which aw the mind
with the greatness of the Creator. Th river,
dividing ftw mile above, among beautiful
group of small islands, converges here with
lieree impetuosity, crashing and foaming, and
with rorerly equal to Niagara's, plunge
in boiling torrent into th Chaudiere. In the
spring of th year, when the daring tnd tear
timber, they are particularly cautious to hug
the shore as close as possible, to enable them I o
get within the slide on either side of the river.
To those unacquainted with the difficulties of
couveiiog timber in safety over falls, 1 will
mention, that slides are inclined planes, over
which certain number of logs tied together,
aud called a crib, are conveyed through a dam.
Before the construction of these slides, which
were the invention of an American, (Philemon
Wright,) timber was allowed to run over, or
was almost entirely destroyed in the Falls of
the Chaudiere. 1 have seen large rafta broken
loose from their moorings in a storm, drawn
within the vortex of the current, dashed amidst
the rocks of the Falls, sud come np in splinters,
like a bundle of laths under the pressure of
cart wheel.
Overhanging the cauldron is a bare rock,
whose foundation, worn out by the rushing
waters, seems as if every moment, to stive wav.
thereby be plunged into th gulph beueath and
on the other side an impassable torrent. A few
rods below the Falls, swings securely a beauti
ful suspension bridge, the first one, it I mistake
not, that ever was built on architectural nrinei.
pleaou the Contineut of America, and from its
centre, can be had a perfect view of the torrent
and sublime scene.
I was residing in the sprint-of the vear. 1847.
at the village of Hull, opposite the'Chanaiere
reus, pracusu 2 A4W: poor practice 1 lonnd
n the beautiful but desolate reition. One morn
ing 1 was whiling away my ennui by looking
at the majestic spectacle before me, when bit
attention was called at seeing two men on
crio oi timber, working with might and Mam,
at their oars. I at once perceived that they had
got without the channel of the dam leading
to the Blides, and were eudeavoring to prevent
themselves from being drawn into the current
of the Falls. But vain were tbeir effort.
Swiftly and impetuously were they dragged to
waras, apparently, an inevitable doom. I gasp
ed for breath! my eyes grew dim ! Safe! safe!
cried I, as 1 saw one of tbe men making a des
perate leap towards a projecting piece of land.
out me treacherous dislauce of tbe waters had
deceived him and his body dashed in an instant
on the rocks below, had given np its soul to
u trentor. l looked at lbs ether. ViM e
coolness and presence of mind od paralleled, h
still grasped his oar, and I conld see him with
almost supernatural strength eudeavoring to di
rect the crib towards the rock I hare mention
ed. Another instant, and with a crash his frail
conveyance struck the rock. A momentary
swell of the waters carried him away, and Jean
Uatute Fallardeau stood still a living man on
the bare rock. Yet who could imagine the
feelings, who coald fathom the thougnls of this
man iu the present position! On the one side
was an abyss, wherein to plunge was certain
death, and ou the olher a raging impassable tor
rent of waters.
The whole population of Bvtowu and vicinity
had been aroused; men, woman, and children.
came in crowds to the scene. Various were the
projects proposed to rescue the unfortunate man
from his perilous position. When, at last,
Scotchman present suggested is the only feasi-
Die moue, the construction ot a reruvian bridge.
To this end the object was to have a hawser
passed over to the rock. To effect this a gnn
was loaded with a ball, to which was attached
a small string, but after many ineffectual dis
charges it was found that the ball in passing out
of the barrel cut the string. The Scotchman
seeing this, took up a pebble, and tying the
string to it, threw it with precision within a
few teet of Fallardeau. Me perceived the ob
ject, and drawing the line soon grasped large
rope, alter which cam a strong hawser. In
the clefts of the rocks the broken crib had been
plunged, aud some of the pieces standing nearly
upright, he with cool intrepidity proceeded to
secure the hawser thereto. A triangle was then
raised on the land to elevate the hawser above
tbe torrent, and a larg, strong iron ring passed
through, the hawser was conveyed over to him
by the above mentioned means of small line.
To this ring was attached t strong cord, having
a couple of yards peuding therefrom, and the
olher end was beld by the stout arms of some
two hundred men. iallardeau, who eould not
hear anything that was said, from the roar of
the waters, seemed perfectly to understand all
that was done in his behalf. Fearlessly ad
vancing amidst the rushing waves, he delib
erately proceeded to tie himself under the arm
sud round the wrist, with the end of the rope
hanging from th ring, then eatching hold of
(he Tatter with lis hand aud doubting his body.
so that his feet touched his arm, he swung biru
Belf from the timber over the torrent. Two
hundred brave fellows, at this moment pulled
with a will st the rope. I will scarcely forget
the scene. Woman aud childred in the high
est state of excitement were on their knees, but
their cries were drowned in the cheerful "ho !
ho! pull away boys, of the men. The venera
ble priest of Aylmer, who happened to be cross
ing the bridge at the time, slopped, end rising
in his carrisge, with uncovered head, his grey
locks floating in the wind, repeated the prayera
for tbe dying.
A lood aud agonizing cry suddenly arose.
The triangle on the shore had given way, and
f allardeau was precipitated In the torrent, but
with quickness aud rigor it was again raised and
he stood on the main land, rescued from what
had seemed an inevitable doom.
To this day, for aught I know, the rock (till
bears the name of Fallardeau.' rock.
IT Smithefs on going home the other night.
was run against by three story house which
was chasing lamp pott np Canal street. . On
coming too, he thus reasoned with himself; la
that mod, (hiccup) or is it brains? (hiccup )
If it's mud I'm mortally 'toxict'ed. It it's
brain I'm slightly dead (hiccup,) that's all."
nnen we leu ne wa trying to penned
free stone stoop that it waa unconstitutional to
leave awning post ont ol doors after night
fall. IT A State Native American Convention, in
Pennsylvania, is to be held on th 30th of Jane,
t Harrisborg. Their National Convention i
onth 4thol Jnly. , i

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