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"Ah, I am the most miserable of beings, at the | from his belt, whilst his countenance exhibited

very time I expected the most happiness"-mutetred Cleveland, and again he stood before his

tent.

"Ha, Cleveland, where's your bride?" said a young officer, nearly his equal in years, but much different in every personal accomplishment. "I had hoped ere now to have seen you better engaged than going about here in this melancholy mood."

"How! Sigourney," replied he, "you here, too! But how, or where saw you the Indians?"

"Why, you seem pale, Cleveland; no wonder. But your pretty bride, I suppose, will be content to delay a little. Your are a fine officer-making arrangements for a marriage, and our savage enemies hovering around us."

"Yes, but my question," said Cleveland, biting his lip with distress and rage, "answer my question. Where saw you the Indians?"

"St. Clair has told you, no doubt," replied Sigourney, with a sneer, " I have other business, besides answering the questions of an officer distracted with love and duty. I remember the injustice you done me yesterday. It shall not go unpunished. Good night."

And in a moment he vanished from the sight of Cleveland, whose confusion was rendered complete by hearing such language from one whom he had always esteemed a friend. He stood, for a moment, to consider what to do; a wild confusion of thoughts ran through his fevered brain; the whole appeared little else than a dream. He knew not which way to turn. At last, with an almost maniacal insensibility, he proceeded to perform the duty which had been assigned him. His troop was drawn out; in a few minutes more the gallant Cleveland, at their head, was seen wending his way towards the border of the camp. The fires of the army shed a feeble glare upon them, as they entered the dark wood; and the sounds of the departing horses died away in the distance. *

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a fiendish aspect, which could arise from nothing but a guilty conscience, and his arm trembled as he raised it slowly to his breast.

For a moment the Indian unconsciously hesitated, then with his native firmness he replied, "I will to your wish. An unhappy star has led me to this; but the worst is over. Vengeance cannot fall on my guiltless head; for it is thou, Sigourney, who art the murderer."

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"Murderer!" muttered Sigourney slowly, casting his eyes wildly around him, "I a murderer! Savage Sorano, name it not again to me, as you value your life. We were together when she passed, and you first discovered it was the intended bride. But swear eternal silence, or you

die."

"I swear it," said Sorano, in a voice which indicated more of contempt than fear, "the sweets of revenge have become bitter to you by its accomplishment. The beauty of your victim has unmanned you. Oh, she was so innocent, so lovely, an angel ne'er looked fairer. But why delay here? Let us haste to camp, or we will be discovered."

They were too late. Above them stood an officer, richly dressed, and a venerable looking man, each leaning in a wistful mood upon his rifle. It was Cleveland and Montford Grenville, in search of the lost bride. Sigourney made good his escape, before discovered by them; but in a minute more, the young officer stood before Sorano. With a glance, he discovered in him the savage whom Maria had so often described, and who had haunted her imagination so much. A thousand suspicions flitted quickly across his fevered brain, and his anxiety almost gave way to his prudence. But soon the blood on Sorano's hand caught his eye. "Why lurking here? what means that blood?" said he, in a quick and hurried tone.

"As I never wronged you, why thus ask?" re*plied Sorano, "I am at peace with all men. The Great Spirit is witness to my innocence. Your warriors are brave,"

The darkness had passed away; the morning sun was rising bright and beautiful, dispelling the chill mist of the night. Nature seemed again resuming its wonted loveliness, and proffering another day of happiness. The white frost glistened in the sun-beams from the tops of the surrounding forest, and far in the distant west the mild blue sky was growing brighter and brighter. The noise of the camp was again beginning to break on the distant ear, through the melancholy silence, as the shrill notes of the fife and drum announced to the weary soldier that the hour for repose had passed.

• On a rock, that jutted out from a small eminence bordering on the Ohio, stood a young officer in company with a native Indian. His brow appeared agitated with guilt and fear, and he seemed in deep distress, as he apparently meditated on some atrocious deed he had committed.

"You demand too much, Sorano," at length exclaimed the American officer to his dusky companion, "I have never obtained revenge on Cleveland. Do you swear eternal silence, or you shall share the fate of your innocent victim." And the detested Sigourney, for he was the oficer, seconded his words by drawing a pistol

"But where got you that blood?" cold'y interrupted Cleveland, "it seems the blood of,"A sigh swept on the rustling breeze fell upon his ear: it was Maria's departing adieu to all terrestial things. There lay the beautiful, the illfated bride. "Oh, God!" exclaimed Cleveland, letting drop the rifle which till now he held in his hand. "What have I done." He stood but for a moment; seizing the fallen weapon, and turning to the savage, he exclaimed, "You are the villain-the blood of innocence cries aloud for vengeance, from both heaven and man."

Savage quickness of perception told the Indian of his danger. He attempted to flee: the attempt was too late. He turned to brave the threatened wrath of the desperate Cleveland-each levelled his rifle. A pause ensued, silent as the repose of the dead. A stream of fire issued from the aim of Cleveland, and the soul of Sorano winged its way to the presence of the Great Spirit. By this time the father had reached the fatal spot.Pale and quivering was his lip. Heglanced a look at the fallen savage, as he lay with his convulsed visage directed towards the morning sun. Something in the dying countenance seemed singular.

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LINES WRITTEN IN A LADY'S ALBUM-HYMN.

He looked again-his wonder increased; he drew nigher the fallen body-he gazed!-What eye can penetrate like a parents? Alas! often too penetrating for a parent's happiness! The well known mark on the dying brow told Montford Grenville, that there, in the person of the fallen savage, lay his long lost son! * * * * Cleveland stood by the side of Maria. Her face bore the same image of loveliness and beauty, that had ever rendered it attractive. But the eye, beaming with light and intelligence, was dimmed in death; and the lips, that often spoke in holy devotion, were sealed in silence. The gentle spirit, which rendered every heart blithe and gladsome, had gone home to fairer regions. Her beauty was not tarnished in this sleep of death, except by a mark of blood on the cheek, which she had received in her last struggle for life. But life, and hope, and youth, and intelligence, had all left their mansion.

Maria and Cleveland had lived together from their earliest youth, until six months before this fated night. The bright visions of their childhood were succeeded by hopes of happier years, for what had began in attachment had ended in love. But ah, revenge! what hopes will it not blast? what beauty will it not despise? The fairest form-the most manly brow-health, joy, innocence-all that is dear and all that is sacred-all that is lovely and all that is hatefulare alike exposed to its ruins. There lay its victim. They who have not seen every thing, that is dear to them on earth, snatched away in an unexpected moment, may fancy, but cannot feel, what it is to see their fairest blossoms of terrestrial happiness suddenly blighted, and all their tender associations buried in the untimely grave of youth and beauty. To see the fondest ties to earth sundered by a sudden stroke, and the poor sufferer left alone in the wide world, with none to sooth the sorrowing mind, with nowhere to centre the affections, but in the grave of former loveliness. All this, bursting suddenly, is too much to be sustained by human efforts. Cleveland, kneeling by the side of Maria, sought in vain to animate the lifeless clay, by his tears and prayers. Too late had his assisting hand arrived. The spirit had returned to its home in heaven, and the lifeless tenement felt not the anguish anguish of a despairing heart. Buoyed by a superior power above this last stroke of fortune, the father gazed with that calmness which intense grief is wont to produce, and then bowed in silence to the fate which rendered hım childless.

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Maria and her brother were buried in the valley beneath, a short distance from where each breathed their last. Cleveland and the mourners stood beside the grave, and when the funeral prayer was ended, the earth for ever closed upon the unhappy Maria. For ever, did I say? Noit must not be. Sure, so much loveliness cannot be hid for ever in the earth. But for the present, the rough stone at the head of the newly raised mound of earth, told the resting place of Maria Grenville. They were buried, brother and sister, and with them were buried the affections. the hopes, and the last wishes of Cleveland, Having nothing now to soothe his agonized spirit, his misery enhanced by the recollection of that

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inauspicious hour, when he became the avenger of his wrongs, to the increased sorrow of the bereaved parents. They were buried, and with them were buried the father's pleasures, and the mother's tender endearments to life. The broken spirit of Cleveland was soon to be released from its clay tenement. For a while, his sorrow was forgotten in the din of arms, and the disasters of St. Clair's army. But retirement and the bitterness of recollection, soon left him only the wreck of what he had been; and his last, his dying wish, was to be buried in the same valley that contained the remains of his beloved María. And when he was no more, his last wish was fulfilled. There, in that lone valley, side by side, they three repose. Their resting home has long since been covered by the green turf; and the hardy boatman, when he passes their burial place, often wipes the tear from his sunburnt cheek, as he hears or relates the story of that eventful morning, on which fell the victims of revenge.

From the Saturday Evening Post.

WRITTEN FOR A LADY'S ALBUM.
As onward press'd by gentle breeze,
The ship glides proudly o'er the seas,

And leaves no path or trace behind,
So heedless pass with rapid flight,
And sink in dark oblivion's night,

The fleeting visions of the mind.
But when the storms in fury sweep
The bosom of the raging deep,

And sink the ship beneath the main;
Still may some plank float on to show
The wreck that's buried far below,

The only vestige of the slain.
And thus perchance in after years,
When joys and griefs, and smiles and tears,
Have almost hid me from thy view;
E'en then this page may haply chance
To claim from thee a passing glance,

And I shall be remembered too.
Harper's Ferry, Va., Oct. 24th, 1832.

ORIGINAL. HYMN.

S.

Ask, and ye shall receive; seek, and ye shall find knock, and it shall be opened unto you.-MATTHEW, Vii. 7.

Lord, I would ask a heart more pure,
From sin and evil free;

Strong to resist temptation's lure,
Devoted unto thee.

Long have I walked in darkness vile,
To thy great nature blind;
Lighten my darkness-O, my God-
The darkness of my mind.

Prone unto error, as I am,
Sinful by nature, too;

Lord, teach me to reverence thy name,
And love thy will to do.

Give me a new and righteous heart.
Made holy through thy love;
A burning, strong desire impart,
To live with thee above.

OSCAR.

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NAPLES-PESTUM-GIRL AND MINIATURE.

NAPLES.

For the Casket.

At Naples we saw, from our windows, Vesuvius vomiting forth flames, molten lava, and red hot stones; which, in the night, was a sublime and beautiful object. At the foot of the mountain, about half way between that and Naples, and just on the borders of the sea, was situated the ancient Herculaneum, which is buried about one hundred feet deep under the hard lava, not unlike the iron cinders run together, which blacksmiths poke out of their furnaces. Another city (Resina) is now built over Herculaneum; and it was by digging a deep well that a citizen of Resina discovered the situation of Herculaneum, whose locality had been lost for seventeen centuries. We descended into the crater of Vesuvius, till it became too hot to be supportable. But our guide, more adventurous, rushed forward, and dipping some coins into the red hot lava, brought them away completely imbeded in it. This scene was awful and terrible when near it; but very beautiful to one removed at a sufficient distance to banish fear for personal safe ty. On our way back from Vesuvius to Naples, a distance of about six miles, we entered the dark and gloomy chambers of Herculaneum by torch light. You may imagine what were our sensations, when, far beneath the "warm precincts of the cheerful day," we traversed the spacious corridors and marble halls of overwhelmed in liquid fire, nearly two thousand years ago.

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Another day we rode out about six miles farther, to visit the disentombed city of Pompeii, which was destroyed by the same eruption of Vesuvius, but covered with light cinders and ashes that may be shoveled off with great ease. And besides, this city was but just covered so as to conceal it; and now, that it is freed from this covering, the bright day enlivens its streets and alleys as much as in the time of its glory. Every thing was found as it was left in the year 69, of the christian era, except the roofs of the houses, which were crushed in by the weight of the superincumbent matter. The streets we found paved with a flat and hard blue stone, and deep channels were cut into them by the wheels of carriages. The paintings on the walls are as fresh as if recently done. The implements of working and the household stuff were, in many instances, found as they were left. In one place were found the implements of a baker, and some of the bread with his name stamped on it. This I saw at the Museum, where most of the objects of curiosity found at Herculaneum and Pompeii have been conveyed for safe keeping. The names of the proprietors or occupants are written on the outsides of the houses, near the doors; and in one spacious mansion belonging, as the inscription indicates, to Diomedes, the master was found, with two or three of his servants, as it would seem, in one of the corridors, attempting to escape, and holding in his hands his keys and a purse of gold-thus exhibiting his ruling passion strong in death.

In a subterranean hall were found the skeletons of about a dozen females, who had fled thither for shelter. Among them was the mis

tress of the house, as was judged from the costly jewels found upon her.

The houses in general are small, but the public buildings, temples, forums, theatres, &c. are on a most magnificent and extensive scale. It seems that in those days people lived in public. They ate and slept at their own houses, or rather slept there, and then went to the places of public resort, much, in fact, as the Parisians do nowa-days.

The floors of the houses are of a beautiful kind of Mosaic work, of black and white, wrought into the most tasteful and elegant figures imaginable, with little blocks about one-eighth of an inch square.

PÆSTUM.

At the distance of about fifty miles from Naples are the ruins of Pæstum. They consist of three immense temples of Grecian Doric, which still remain almost entire, except the roofs, on a wide, solitary plain, made desolate by the Malaria. These vast and magnificent ruins stand in solemn grandeur, as the only surviving monuments of a city, whose name and records have for thousands of years passed into oblivion.Eighteen hundred years ago these temples were visited by Augustus Cæsar, as the interesting remains of a city over which the waters of Lethe had passed, and of whose greatness or wealth we can only judge from these costly and enduring structures, which still stand in more than primeval sublimity, amidst the solitude of time. In contemplating scenes like these, the soul either becomes oppressed by the weight of ages that crowd irresistible upon it; or it rises with the sublimity of its own conceptions for that immortality to which it feels itself to be destined.

Our sensations were very different a few days after, on passing over these celebrated places, made the scenes of poetry and fiction by Homer and Virgil. I little thought, however, to find any thing in reality so near like the description of Æneas' descent into the infernal regions, as I did find. On the borders of the Lake of Avernus, we entered a long and gloomy passage under ground, which fina to the river Styx, or to water which, by the glare of four large torches, I could not see across. Here I mounted the back of a sturdy guide, who with a fearless step descended into the flood and through many dark windings, landed me on the other side. When we had arrived at the entrance of the Sybil's

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Temple, the passage was closed by earth and stone, said to have been thrown down by an earthquake, otherwise the passage would continue for a mile or two farther into Pluto's dominions.

On a Girl gazing at a Miniature. That maiden's looks I may not tell,

Nor trace the history of her sighsIt were not meet for all to dwell

Upon the language of those eyes.

For there are hearts whose sacred feelings,
It is not well for all to know-
And there are thoughts whose bright revealings
It would be treacherous to show.
S.

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City. An inspection of the map will show that Cleveland has a position of extraordinary advantage, and it only requires a moderate capital and the usual enterprize of the American character, to advance its destiny to an equality with the most flourishing cities of the West. Two years ago it had 1,000 inhabitants; it has now 2,000, and is s rapidly increasing. The vicinity is healthy, fertile country, as yet mostly new, but fast filling up. An artificial harbor, safe and commodious, constructed by the United States, often presents 20 to 30 sloops, schooners and

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steam-boats.

The scite of the village is a clear gravelly soil, with a gentle inclination to the Lake, and elevated from 80 to 100 feet above its waters. It is laid out in squares with great regularity. The streets are generally six rods wide. The main street is eight rods wide and elevated 90 feet above the lake. In the centre of the village is an open square of 10 acres. Here is the Courthouse, a handsome stone jail, and a stone Presbyterian church 50 feet by 80. The Episcopalians have a neat wooden church, and the Methodists are about erecting a house of worship. An academy of brick with three spacious rooms, accommodates a high school with competent instructors. There are several good hotels, and that of Mr. Seger's may challenge a comparison with any west of the mountains. There is a bank in operation, and two weekly newspapers are published.

Cleveland is the principal town in the northern part of Ohio, and the seat of justice for Cayuhoga county. It is on the Southern shore of lake Erie, sixty miles west of Pennsylvania line; the Court-House, of which we give a sketch, About thirty miles south of Cleveland, upon and is a handsome brick structure of 45 feet by 60, near the canal, is as fine water power as any in and containing an elegant court-room and com- the Western country, there being from 5,000 to modious apartments for the county officers. Few 8,000 cubic feet of water per minute in the driest places in the Western country are so advanta- seasons, and a fall of over one hundred feet al geously situated for commerce or boast greater one place. There is an equal power in the same population and business. Here is the northern vicinity, with abundance of stone coal, the only termination of the Ohio canal, 309 miles in locality yet found on the waters of the lakes. In

length, by which this village will communicate with Columbus and Cincinnati, with Pittsburgh, St. Louis and New Orleans. By the Welland canal, schooners now pass to Lake Ontario and down the St. Lawrence to Ogdensburgh only a few miles from Montreal. By Buffalo and the New York canal a daily intercourse is kept up with

Cleveland is a large paper manufactory, recently built by an enterprizing Pennsylvanian, and propelled by the surplus water of the canal. Dr. Franklin with characteristic sagacity, 70 years ago recommended to the British government to establish a town on the scite of what is now Cleveland. Volney, who spent two years

Albany. The expense of transportation between in the Western States, represents the south Cleveland and New York is from one dollar to shore of Lake Erie as the most desirable resione dollar fifty cents a hundred. Schooners and dence. Mellish describes the view from the steam boats go to all parts of Lakes Huron and streets of Cleveland over the Lake as "really Michigan, and with a small expenditure might sublime." Darby states that it possesses advan

pass into Lake Superior. A company has been incorporated by the legislatures of Ohio and Pennsylvania, to construct a canal so as to connect Cleveland and Pittsburgh by way of Beaver, Warren and Akron. There are daily arrivals at and departures from Detroit, Cincinnati, Pittsburgh and Albany, making 56 arrivals and departures each week. There are daily steamboats to and from Buffalo, and to and from Detroit. There are also several daily lines of canal boats to the Ohio river. When the Pennsylvania

tages far superior to Erie for a United States naval station. Dr. Drake says the south shore of lake Erie has the most temperate climate in America in the same latitude. As the lake is open here in the spring two months sooner than at Buffalo, and a month sooner than at Erie, Pennsylvania and especially Pittsburgh and Philadelphia, would derive great advantages in extending their State canal from Beaver to Cleveland in preference to Erie. By this course they would secure a great proportion of the

canal and the Baltimore and Ohio rail-road are spring and summer trade of the millions of peofinished, there will be a communication with ple who are destined to occupy the country Philadelphia, Baltimore and Washington. Cleve-west of their own meridian upon the waters of land is the nearest point on the Lakes to the the upper lakes.

Ohio river, and a free turnpike is constructed to

Wellsville on the Ohio, 85 miles on the direct Cato pleaded four hundred causes and gained line to the National turnpike and Washington | them all.

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FRENCH AND ENGLISH WOMEN-PERSONAL ELEGANCE-REFLECTIONS.

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"When she talks she is the art of pleasing personified. Her eyes, her lips, her words, her gestures, are all prepossessing. Her language is the language of amiableness-her accents are the accents of grace-she embellishes a trifleinterests upon nothing-she softens a contradiction-she takes off the insipidness of a compliment by turning it elegantly-and when she ha a mind, she sharpens the point of an epigram

better than all the women in the world.

"Her eyes sparkle with spirit-the most delightful sallies flashes from her fancy-in telling a story she is inimitable--the motions of her bo

dy and the accents of her tongue, are equally gentle and easy--an equable flow of sprightliness keeps her constantly good humored and cheerful, and the only objects of her life is to

please and be pleased.

"Her vivacity sometimes approaches to folly ---but perhaps it is not in moments of folly that she is least interesting and agreeable. English women have many points of superiority over the French---the French are superior to them in many other. Here I shall only say, there is a particular idea, in which no woman in the world can compare with a French woman---it is in the power of intellectual irritation. She will draw wit out of a fool. She strikes with such address the cords of self love, that she gives unexpected vigor and agility to fancy, and electrifies a body that appears non-electric.

English Women. "I have mentioned here the women of England; I have done wrong; I did not intend it when I began the letter. They came into my mind as the only women in the world worthy of being compared with those of France. I shall not presume to determine whether in the important article of beauty, form and colours are to be preferred to expression and grace; or whether grace and expression are to be considered preferable to complexion, and shape. I shall not examine whether the piquant of France is to be thought superior to the touchant of England: or whether deep sensibility deserves to be preferred to animation and wit. So important a subject requires a volume. I shall give a trait. If a goddess could be supposed to be formed, Juno would be the emblem of the women of this country, [England.] Venus as she is, with all her amiableness and imperfections, may stand justly enough, for an emblem of French women. 1 have decided the question

wives under Heaven-and shame be on the men who make them bad husbands."

PERSONAL ELEGANCE. -Personal elegance or grace is a fugitive lustre, that never settles in any part of the body; you see it glance and disgraceful

appear in the features and motions of a

person; it strikes your view; it shines like an exhalation; but the moment you follow it, the wandering flame vanishes, and immediately lights up in something else. You may as well think of fixing the pleasing delusion of your dreams, or the colors of the dissolving rainbow. Elegance is of this fugitive nature, because it exists chiefly in motion. It is communicated by the principle of action, that governs the whole person; it is found over the whole body, and is fixed no where. The curious eye pursues the wandering beauty, which it sees with delight.It is a waving flame that, like the reflection of the sun from water, never settles; it glances on you in every motion and disposition of the body; its different powers through altitude and motion seem to be collected in dancing, wherein it plays over the arm, the breast, the neck, and in short the whole frame; but if grace has any fixed throne, it is in the face, the residence of the soul, where you think a thousand times it is just

issuing into view.-Usher.

REFLECTIONS.

Communicated.

Whence comes it that from his cradle to the tomb the heart of man is continually sighing for, and endeavouring to grasp what he terms the pleasures, and enjoyments of this world? Why is the broad road thronged and frequented by many followers, while the narrow path of pleasantness and peace, is scarcely known or remains desolate, with but a few pilgrims to track its sands. And why do we bend with indefatigable zeal to the shrine of Satan, and leave the Altar of God to solitude? The road to happiness, (so termed by the world,) is strewed with flowers, and delights, while the path to immortal glory is narrow, gloomy, and lined with thorns. Their road with all its smiling attractions, its bright flowers, end's where? at the dark gates of death. The untrodden path terminates, where? at the bright portals of immortality and never ending bliss. The fiend of darkness spreads his sable wings, flies through the air with eagle eyes; he pierces the soul which sighs for earthly joys, settles upon the heart, and with his dark wings flaps the heart to forgetfulness of God, and fans his own destructive flame of pleasure at the same moment; then flies to another, and another victim. God in his mercy has set in that same soul his pure Angel gel in form of conscience-but vain are the whisperings, the loud calls and threats of this pure spirit; vainly is the soul entreated to turn from his allegiance to the arch fiend, the enemy

without intending it, for I have given the per- both of God and man, and remain firm to Him

fections to the Women of England.

"One point I had forgotten; and it is a mate

rial one.

It is not to be disputed on; for what I am go ing to write is the opinion and sentiment of the universe. The English women are the best

in whose image he is made; whispers, calls, and threats are alike disregarded; the pure spirit is driven from its abode with tearful eyes and downcast looks; while that once pure soul becomes not the image of God, but a leprous mass of sin and depravity, despised by God and man.

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