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There are moods of mind in which it is as and falsehood, each find their place, and contaimpossible to control the current of waking minate the atmosphere about them. MAN thought as to direct the progress of a dream; is pre-eminent; and you may read, him in his eyes, although widely opened, at times see vi- works.” sions over which the intellect has no power, and “ And the inference is" said Brunton with which are totally independent of the will; vivid a smileand yet vague; confused and yet intelligible; “ The inference is, my good friend, that, as opening up a vista by turns fantastic and you observed some minutes ago, I must judge tangible, which shake the soul as with a pro- leniently of all the ladies and gentlemen whose phetic warning, linking the known with the acquaintance I am about to make.” unknown, the positive with the improbable, so * And who knows,” pursued the worthy intimately, yet so mysteriously, that it would lawyer, rubbing his hands cheerfully; "after a almost seem as though, during that spirit. careful and unprejudiced examination of their trance, the veil of futurity were drawn aside, and several qualifications, which will win the the finite assumed for a brief instant the attri- prize." butes of the Infinite; grasping at once the past, “I can at least tell you which will not, even the present, and the future.

before I set eyes on any of them : neither the Such paroxysms cannot, however, endure old maiden annuitant, nor the office-clerklong-the moral tension is too violent; and ac- unless, indeed, the Government should become cordingly Mr. Lyle soon awoke to a perception bankrupt, in which case I should probably be of outward things, which aroused him at once insolvent myself.” from his reverie.

“ Our candidates are then reduced to Mr. “ Human nature is a strange anomaly, my Percival Lyle—". good friend,” he said gravely; " my resolution “Aye, the gentleman who drives two caris formed, my purpose decided; and yet you see riages, and lives in Bedford-square. West my weakness. All that you have told me is so Indian merchants occasionally break.” unpromising, so barren, that in spite of myself “Mrs. Stainton" I feel discouraged."

“The pompous principal of a fashionable esAnd yet, my dear sir, the canvass is a wide tablishment, at which young ladies are taught to one."

be helpless gracefully, unfitted for wives and " It is so; but it seems to me to be blurred mothers, and initiated into the mysteries of run. over by the coarse brush of a scene-painter ra- ning milliners bills. Pupils fail, however, ther than touched by the finished pencil of an sometimes.” artist. I find no resting-place for my specula- “The two sons of Mrs. Stainton_” tions among dowried old maids, well-to-do mer- “ Doubtful. Thanks to the eternal railways, chants, modish governesses, and snug govern- which are rapidly making one huge gridiron of ment clerks. I scarcely know what I had the whole civilized world, the civil engineer, dreamed, but certain it is that the dream has with common industry, must be able to render not been realised.”

himself independent of other men's money ; “ Are you not somewhat premature ?" while the West-end parson has only to curl his "Well

, it may be so ; at all events we cannot hair carefully, and to wear clean gloves, in order control facts. But one word more of Mr. to secure an heiress, or to become tutor to Octavius Lyle. How does he contrive to live some lordling, whose father will eventually reat all, if, as you state, everything like success is ward his exertions with a bishopric. I'concontinually slipping through his fingers ?” sider him to be amply provided for.”

“ Indeed, I scarcely know. Occasionally, I “And lastly, Mr. Octavius Lyle" am told, some lucky chance presents itself, by “Just so; the well-born vagabond, who bor. which he is a sufficiently good tactitian to profit; rows money to give away, and considers himself but, by all accounts, had he inherited the wealth honest! Well, my good sir, here are the perof Croesus, he would not long have remained sonages of our little drama, and we have now rich; for, like all who have little to give, he only to place them upon the scene. The crusty gives it freely where he believes that it is old uncle, with his toil-won thousands, and the needed.”

long-tried friend to whom he looks for sympathy " Indeed!”

and support, are already upon the stage, and " And borrows, I am compelled to add, quite the curtain is about to draw up.” as recklessly.”

“ It will, however, be a serious performance." “ Ha!"

“Who knows? I rather anticipate a comedy; You must, however, judge leniently of him, but what I apprehend is the risk of being Mr. Lyle; for if, as I fear, he is imprudent as cheated at last, and becoming myself the fool of well as unfortunate, we are bound to remember the play. I have more than once remarked that he is young, and that London is a dan- that there occurs in the life of every man some gerous arena for struggling talent.”

moment by which his whole future destiny is “ Yes,” replied his companion reflectively; inflúenced; and that this moment, despite its large cities are, after all, nothing more than importance, is almost invariably one which has sumptuous prisons, containing cells enough to never entered into his calculations, and for which accommodate every vice, and never untenanted. he is consequently altogether unprepared. Vanity, ambition, selfishness, coquetry, avarice, | Chance is its presiding deity: the mind, bewil

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dered and unstrung by an accident utterly un- “Sir,- I have duly received your favour of the foreseen, abandons itself involuntarily to the 9th instant, which I hereby acknowledge with guidance of this blind hazard ; and even while thanks. Mrs. Percival Lyle and myself congratulate the victim or the dupe (for either name will fit ourselves upon the anticipated arrival of our highlyhim) believes that his freedom of will and of respected uncle, towards whom we are quite preaction is still intact, he is merely the puppet of pared to fulfil the duties of affectionate hospitality, circumstance, and the slave of events by which fail to prove his best welcome to his native land.

which, to a childless individual like himself, cannot he suffers himself to becoine entangled beyond the prosperous condition of my affairs enables me to extrication or escape.”

do this with the more readiness, that Mr. Reginald “We will trust, my good sir, that no such Lyle will have no reason to apprehend, under my moment will deprive you of your power of vo- roof, any diminution of his accustomed luxuries : lition. At all events, you have both time and while, in the society of my amiable wife and accomopportunity before you; for, according to your plished daughters, 1 flatter myself that lie will find instructions, I have acquainted your relatives such resources as must tend to secure his perfect with your expected arrival in England, and they happiness, and to make him feel that he is once are all prepared to wait upon you whenever they more in the bosom of his family.” receive your permission to do so."

Good, very good-' in the bosom of his “May I ask if their replies to the intelligence family ! precisely where my worthy friend at were verbal or in writing ?".

Lima desired to hear of the advent of the old “All, without exception, in writing. Would acquaintance by whom he had been bullied and you like to see the letters ? I have them about bored for five-and-twenty years. I am obliged me."

to him, but I fear that the luxuries' of Bei. You could not afford me a greater pleasure. ford-square, the amiable wife,' and the 'acI am anxious to judge as much as possible be- complished daughters' might prove too much forehand of the several individuals with whom I for me. I am a plain man, sir-a very plain am so soon to be brought into contact." man; and much less will satisfy my ambition

“We will take them, then, if you please, in than so wholesale an intrusion on the prosperous the order in which I have already made them affairs of my flourishing nephew and namesake." known to you. Here"--and as Mr. Brunton Here is the note of Mr. Lancaster" :spoke, he drew a huge sheet of letter-paper, sealed with a wafer, from a packet carefully stant was duly received, and I have the honour

“Mr. Brunton,-Sir, your favour of the 9th intied together with red tape—"here is the epistle herewith to acknowledge the same. The intelliof Miss Penelope Lyle."

gence which it contained has afforded me much The Anglo-Mexican, having adjusted his gratification, as I flatter myself that I may have it spectacles, proceeded to read the letter, which in my power, from my official position, to be of ran thus:

essential service to my relative, who may with conMiss Penelope Lyle presents her obliged com

fidence command my good offices. Pray inform pliments to Mr. Brunton, and thanks him for his him of the same, as well as of my desire to pay my polite communication. Miss Penelope Lyle is respects to him in person, and to devote to his inhappy to learn the approaching return of her long-terests every hour which can be spared from my absеut brother Mr. Reginald Lyle to England, after public duties.” so protracted an absence. Miss Penelope Lyle pre

“Liberal Mr. Lancaster! a modest man who sumes that her respected relative being (as Mr. affects to play the patron, and to deal out my Brunton. bas very considerately inforined Miss cards for me in order the better to conceal his P. L.) still unmarried, may require some efficient own. Perhaps I may employ him to procure and competent person to superintend his domestic

me a peerage.” establishment; and Miss Penelope Lyle accordingly begs to assure Mr. Brunton that she is pre- Stainton.”

“And here, my good sir, is the reply of Mrs. pared to sacrifice her own tastes and habits in order to secure the comfort of so near a kinsman-an offer

“Faugh! what an infection! It must have whose perfect disinterestedness cannot for a moment been run over by a musk-rat. We were half be doubtful, when Mr. Reginald Lyle shall become poisoned by those vermin in Mexico; but I fanacquainted with the fact that Miss Penelope Lyle is cied that you were at least free from the nuisance in independent circumstances, and beyond all in this country: suspicion of entertaining mercenary views. Miss Penelope Lyle will lose no time in making such pre

6 Dear Sir,” liminary arrangements as may enable her to obey “Ah, women are always sentimental upon without delay the early summons of her respected paper.” brother."

“Dear Sir,- It was with inexpressible delight that “So,” said the man of money, as he laid the I perused your charming letter. The tears of rapletter gently upon the table; "I am, it seems, ture which it called fortli are not yet dried upon my already provided with a housekeeper. Now for cheeks. How extremely interesting! It is really No. 2, if you please. Ha! just so; Mr. Per- quite dramatic !, So many years had elapsed since cival Lyle comes next. I presume that he will I had received tidings of the ainiable exile, that

, as not offer himself as my house-steward. A good appeared actually like a relative dropped from the

I remarked to my dear boys, Mr. Reginald Lyle hand for a man of business-a very good hand; clouds, or one of those charming Anglo-Indian quite a relief to the eyes after the spiders' legs uncles who form the brightest ornament of a French of little Pen":

vaudeville. And when are we likely really to em

ner!”

brace the dear wanderer ? His anticipated advent travel. And now I have only to communicate to has already diffused unfeigned delight throughout you the aim and end of my ambition. It is to Minerva Lodge; for I was so deeply agitated by adopt as my sole heir he or she among my suryour glad tidings, that I was for the whole of yes- viving relatives who can prove-remark well that terday utterly unable to fulfil the important and responsible duties of my establishment; and my sweet

I say, prove-beyond all doubt or cavil, that he pupils were consequently left at liberty to celebrate

or she is not possessed of one shilling in the the joyous event. My talented Eustace and my ad

world.” mirable Frederic join me in sincere acknowledg

“My dear Mr. Lyle" ments of your polite attention: like myself, they are “No remonstrance, I beg. On this point I eager to embrace their new-found uncle, who will, am impracticable. We have all heard of the I am convinced, gladly welcome to his affections man who suddenly awoke one morning, and Euch worthy descendants of his long-alienated family. found himself famous, and I am resolved to With renewed expressions of my gratitude and de- work a still greater miracle ; for I will send an light, I feel it a privilege to subscribe myself, dear individual to his bed a beggar, and make him sir, your obliged servant, CLARISSA STAINTON.” leave it the master of a hundred thousand

“And now, if you please, for your last speci- pounds !" men of “The Polite Letter Writer.”

"My head to a cricket-ball, then,” exclaimed " It is in a different strain ; but you must not the lawyer, “ Octavius Lyle will be the winquarrel with its abruptness."

There was an earnestness in the look of the " It is impossible to say. I must know more traveller as he extended his hand, which af- of him, much more; for I do not desire to fosforded a better answer than any that he could ter the views of a vagabond. But we must now have framed into words :

part for the night;" added the host, comparing

his watch with a French pendule upon the man“Sir,- I thank you for your communication, and telpiece, fancifully surmounted by a figure of trust that my uncle will return to his native country Beauty binding the wings of Time with roses. with a constitution sufficiently unimpaired to enable him to enjoy the fruits of a long and laborious lite : It will soon strike eleven, and you have, I bein a trying climate. I am, of course, at his orders, lieve, some distance to go. I would offer you a should lie desire to make my acquaintanco; but as bed,” he pursued with a meaning smile ; « but I am not in a position to offer him such a welcome you are aware that I do not possess any superas lie has a right to expect from the son of his Auous accommodation." brother, you will much oblige me by not forcing The lawyer rose, and after a few brief words my name upon him, should he, as appears extremely of leave-taking, shook hands cordially with his probable, be ignorant of my existence : for, in so friend, and departed. When he found himself far as I can judge, our meeting could answer no alone, Mr. Lyle resumed his seat, again read good purpose ; as I ain too poor to do credit to his through the whole of the letters of which he had notice, and too proud to be admitted to it on sufferance."

so unceremoniously possessed himself; and

then remained for a long time with his face Mr. Lyle breathed a long sigh of relief, and buried in his hands, absorbed in thought; nor gathering the letters together, thrust them into was it until he had finally encroached on the his coat-pocket. "Thank you, my good sir; "small hours,” that he rang his bell, ascended thank you;” he said, after a short pause; "these to his sleeping-room, and dismissed his new and documents appear to me as so many landmarks obsequious attendant. on the moral road over which i propose to

To be continued.)

BY MRS. ABDY.

THE SWEDISH BRIDAL WREATH. The youthful bride, when severed from the friends

of early days, Retraces oft their looks of love, their words of

chcering praise ; " The bridal wreath in Sweden consists of roses and Her lot is cast with strangers, who are ready to cypress."

discry

Her follies and her crrors with a microscopic eye; How wisely, Sweden, dost thou warn the bride of And he--the ardent lover- of her faults has con

scious grown, future hours, Weaving a truthful moral with the nuptial crown of And fails not to impart to her the knowledge of his

oun ; flowers! We deck her for the altar with a wreath of fragrant Some trivial blot in “Fancy's Sketch” each passing bloom,

day discloses, We bid her quit hier father's house to seek a happier Alas! she feels that cypress must be ever blent home;

with roses. We tell her of the transports of a honeymoon How many a dear remembrance to her former home existence,

belongs, Nor touch upon the trials that are " looming in the Her leisure hours of tranquil ease—her books, her distance,"

flowers, her songs; Till Time, thał practised scene-shifter, the smiling Visions of girlhood's festivals before her seem to view transposes,

rise, And proves to her that cypress must be ever blent She knew not then an anxious thought concerning with roses !

“ the supplies;"

No wail of winds, no surge of waves,

May break upon the martyr's rest No mortal dread, no wild alarm,

Can stir again her charmed breast, As she journeys towards the peaceful shore,

The far, fair city of the blest.

Her guide, her guard, her sure support,

Those tender and celestial forms Their breath makes calm along her way, Their soft wings in their heavenward play

Beat down and still the angry storms.

Thus thou, oh, sainted friend ! hast won

From earthly sorrow blest releaseThus do the angels bear thee on,

Wrapt in thy trance of sweetest peace, Above the weary wastes of life, Its fearful deeps, its storm, its strife :Already down the dim air fades Our world, night-hung with mortal shadesSoon heaven's far lights shall round thee play, And the great stars burn along thy way.

Thy journey shall have end at last

Thine angel-bearers lay thee down

Oh, gently, softly lay thee down ! On a shining mount, where white and vast

A throne from everlasting stands, Whereon One sits in sovereignty, Watching the ages in their flight

O'erlooking the celestial landsO’erlooking creation's awful sea,

A fathomless sea, that hath no shores

Who sows the deep with stars, and pours Through countless worlds His life and light.

Yet not the thunders of His power,

And not His glory's utmost blaze, Shall break thy sleep at that dread hour',

To shake thy soul with wild amaze.

But, as a father smiles above

His infant in its rosy rest, With yearnings, till the answering love

Stirs in the tender, dreaming breast, And, smiling softly out of sleep,

The child looks up into his eyes, Yet meets their gaze so fond and deep

With nought of wonder or surprise :

Thus, on thine eyc-lids cold and still,

Brief seals upon thine angel sight, A gentle breathing shalt thou feel

A warmth, a balm, a kiss of light! The while thy rest of perfect peace

The gracious Father bends above, To give thy tranced soul release,

And wake thee with His smile of love.

In flushes warm, and rapturous sighs,

The new and deeper life shall come! Thou'lt lift thine unbewildered eyes,

Look round on Ileaven, and know thy home.

But now she scans the mysteries concealed behind

the scenes, Doing a daily battle with domestic ways and means; Sums up her weekly bills-rebukes the tradesman

who imposes, And sighs to think that cypress should be mingled

thus with roses !

Yet doth this needful discipline the character

improveShe who is fondly nurtured in a family of love, Perchance, takes light and trivial heed the errors to

amend, Viewed with such kindly tenderness by many a

partial friend ; But when her new associates seem alive to each

defect, Her dormant energies are roused her failings to

correct; She feels that an unerring Power her lot in life

disposes, And murmurs not that cypress should be sometimes

blent with roses.

The daughter, safely guarded from the slightest ills

of life, Claims not the high vocation of the true and earnest

wifeWho yields her pleasures and pursuits at Duty's

sacred call, Encounters care, and toil, aud pain, and triumphs

o'er them all; She, like the “ virtuous woman” in the page of

holy lore, Looks to her household's ways, and aids the needy

and the poor ; Her husband on her watchful zeal in perfect trust

reposesNor does she mourn that cypress should be some

times blent with roses.

I would not that the maiden should in ripened years

be found Pacing the dreary precincts of the spinster's mea

sured round; But when the vow is on her lip, the ring is on her

hand, Let her not dream that wedlock’s maze is quite like

fairy land; But may she so enjoy the good, so meekly bear the

ill, So strive in patient cheerfulness her duties to fulfil, That she may say, when peacefully Life's tranquil

evening closes, “ Love's cypress only has enhanced the sweetness of

its roses !"

TO MARY.

BY GRACE GREENWOOD.

WITH A PICTURE OF THE ANGELS BEARING

SAINT CATE ERINE TO HEAVEN.

They bear her up the midnight skies,

Wrapt in her last, most tranquil sleep,
Above the wild and barren shore-

The beetling crag, the dizzy steep-
Over the torrent's sounding rush,

Over the storms that vex the deep.

In sincerest gratitude, I would acknowledge my indebtedness to the gentle subject of the above poem for one of the most beautiful and touching lessons ever taught to my heart. Most lovely, and richly endowed for gracing and enjoying life, my frien:l has been for twelve long years an invalid-yet suffering not alone with patience, but with sublime cheerful

ness.

Submissively folding her hands over her

IV. Foung heart, and pressing down its impatient Last in poetic vision spake the Father, throbbings, she has ever smiled in the face of the smiter. Her sick room is not a haunt of shadows Therefore I watch our Poets, and the rather

From heights the sun may last be seen, and first; and silence, but she makes it, to those who love her

Because I seem to trace the first glad burst. best, a beautiful and happy place—the vestibule of Heaven,

G. G. The first faint rosy promises of morning Philadelphia, March 28, 1851.

Looming above the horizon's dark sad zone, The very highest mountain peaks adorning,

But whiclı the valley soon shall make its own.

PATIENCE.

V.

Nature is waiting ; Art and Science waiting;
BY MARIA NORRIS.

Humanity is crying for her King;

And ere the Gospel cease reverberating, “ The Lord said unto my Lord, Sit thou on my

Return, O Christ, the bread of Knowledge bring. right hand, until I make thine enemies thy foot- In Thee we hope, great Heir of God's creation, stool."

First-born, and brother of the human race;

Return, return, and bring Earth’s renovation, I.

She sighs to Thee throughout her troubled space. Look back, 0 spirit, through the bygone ages- Take, take the sceptre, 0 thou King of Pity, Ages of crime and woe since last He spoko,

Resume the throne, and end our night of pain; Since, on the loved disciple's mystic pages,

Lay the foundations of Thy glorious city, Humanity's great future dimly broke;

And let our prayers no more ascend in vain. Fainter and yet more faint the heavenly voicings,

VI.
Reverberating through the deeps of Time,
Come, laden with their terrors and rejoicings,

In vain ? Even now I seem to hear a falling, In closing echoes of the tones sublime.

Like blessed footsteps drawing near and near;

I seem to hear a voice of promise calling, And we-the watchers by the lonely altar

Hope, watch, and pray, the Son of God is here ! Already see our lamps begin to wane;

26th September, 1852. Already, half inclined to doubt, we falter, And all our prayers and watchings would seem

vain, Only at intervals, blest Faith upspringing,

THE CHILD AND THE FALLING Seizes on some great promise, rainbow-bright,

LEAVES.
And fills our cars with the prophetic ringing
Of words replete with hope, and truth, and right.

BY ADA TREVANION.
Then in the distance far before us glisten

A pale child through a forest strayed, The shores of our eternal dwelling-place;

When sunny days had reached their close; Then, then the angels' chorus, if we listen,

Where he in the sweit spring had played,
Seems asking for humanity's full base.

With bounding step, and cheek of rose.
II.

The faded bowers no fragrance lent,
These are our higher flights; but footsteps tracing The sere leaves fast around him fell;
His own Judea's pathways find no mark,

Each, like a sign from heaven sent, Amid their weary dust, of His own placing,

His brief life's mournful doom to tell.
Within her wayside fanes, no lingering spark.

The yellow leaves went rustling by,
The land is gone that kindled man's lost vision, The chill gale would not let them stay;

Caressed his babes, and dried his falling tears; Each whispered, “ Learn of us to die,
He's gone, and scorners in their high derision

Fair boy, we go the self-same way!”. Laugh at our hopes, and mock our heart-sore fears.

“ Nay,” said the smiling child,

Unto a far and sunnier land,
III.

Where the green leaves no winter know,
And yet, by all the strivings of oppression,

By spring's soft breezes ever fann'd.”
By all the helpless impotence of woe,
By all the speechless anguish of confession,

Ramsgate, Oct. 13th, 1852.
By human nature's every mental throe ;
By every iron rod so rudely wielded,
By all the peoples crushed beneath the sword,

MULTUM IN PARVO.- Estimating everything at By all the innocence from wrong unshielded,

its real value, keeping everything to its proper use, By every utterance of the Eternal Word ;

putting everything into its proper place, doing eve

rything at its proper time, and keeping everybody The time is coming, when the Lord returning to his proper business, would, perhaps, comprehend Shall fill the measure of all human need;

all, or nearly all, that can promote comfort, order, When every earnest wish and high discerning and contentment, in our hearts and homes.--Home Shall find fruition, and be blest indeed !

Truths for Home Peace.

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