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AH B DEPENDENT FAMILY NEWSPAPER.
TWO DOLLARS PIR AK5UM
j - - . . . . J-T ; .
mtDoizif to all te tevtste of Elje Sottflj, itatw;6fruc atton, icultu; 3eis, jc Jatfeets, &c.
TOLL IV, KO. 17.
WHOLE KO. 172
RALEIGH, NORTH CAROLINA, SATURDAY, MARCH 24, 185.
WILEIAM D. COOKE,
- v From the Knickerbocker.
V " . . f THE FOREST WALK.
The autumn woos were all it-glow,
As itbwn a mossy path I strayed ;
A gentpe form was at my side,
A fair white arm on mine was laid.
A perfumed haze filled all the air
tf-pragttTftLytaA V nnfcji trte-C '55f
Waving their boughs, like outstretched arms,
And spreading incense on the breeze.
The gentle breeze moved through the wood,
And' shook sweet musie softly round :
And faint upon our charmed ears
Felltthc young brooklet's tinkling sound.
Upon this brooklet's grassy bank,
. Where fringed-gentians bent and smiled,
We paused and talked in -those low tones
Thefsiillness from our lips beguiled.
We talked of days and years gone by;.
Vimt friends had said, what some had done ;
And then our voices -grew, more low,
And softly spoke of dear ones gone.
Her vj ice was still, as stopped by tears,
AnU silence filled the forest gay, .
: Save 'when the brook'et's limpid stream
Broke" o'er the pebbles on its way :
." Save, when the manycolored leaves
. : AVrere rustled by the sibling breeze,
And'low-toned whispers seemed to sound
Deep among the columned trees.
I said, ' I would iiiy autumn days
Would turn my life-long deeds to gold ;
Th if, like the sun, some well-known face
Would brighten mine when I am old.
That like this lightly-moving breeze,
Soft hands would wander o'er my brow ;
And Weet-eyed faces smile in mine,
As'thcse wild-flowers are smiling now.'
I saw her turn her head awiy,
I saw the red flush on her face ;
I took her trembling hand in minp,
Arid turned toward me her tearful gaze.
And shall yours be that well-known face?'
I sid, while joy. leaped in my breast:
' What autumn-days shall rival ours '
Her head was leaning on that breast.
0, autumn-leaves! that burned and glowed;
O, brooklet! singing on your way,
O, fringed gentian J decked with smiles,
Jdow I recall that autumn day !
I : From Blackwood's Edinburg Magazine.
! THE JEW.
A TALE FROM THE Kt'SSIAX.
I ' as at Vienna a few years ago. After try
ing federal .ta bless-cPiote, I established myself a
a liote in' the Judo'nstrasse, frequented by select
?oc.iett. Dr. Mu'.ler, master of this establishment,
did it4 honors1 with '."thorough German gravity.
-Perfeijt order, extreme and conscientious cleanli
ness rjigned throughout the house. One might
pass through theiservants room and even through
the kitchen, without meeting with anvthing by
which! the sight was in the least off ,-nded. The
eellarjwas well arranged as a book-case, and the
regulations' of the : house, as . regarded both the
service and the hours of meals, were as punctu-
bserved as they could have been in a Sem-
If a guest -came in late, though it were
1 minutes, he was served"' apart, in an ad- I
joining room, that the comfort of all might not
ificed to the con venience of one.
In tlie conversation at this tabh-d'hote there
ed a tone bfgood society which excluded
ease nor pleasantry ; but a caustic or in-
; expression would have jarred on the ear
a'se note in a well-executed concert. The
countenance of Mrs. Mulier, in which dignity
was blended with benevolence, was the barome
ter byiwhioh the young men regulated them
selves when the influence of Rhine wine or
Stettir beer might lead them a little too far.
ihen Irs. Mulier .assumed an air of reserve ; by
a few (words; she atdroitly broke off the conver
sauonTand turned it into another channel ; and
she srlinced JrraVefv. at her dauo-hter'. whr. with-
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nonjoxpauiing, kepk-h. eyes fixed
plate until the end of the nXsaL
IMv Mulier was; the type of those beautiful
C-rnrfn faces which the French call col l, be-
they know, not how to read them ; she
happy mixture of the Saxon and Hano-
c'aaracters." A pure and open brow, eyes
expressible softness, lips habitually closed
wh 'iiai'denly reserve, a transparent complex
ion, ujhose chnrming blushes ea;h moment pro
tested; against the 'immobility of her bearing
auburn hair, whose rich and silken curls admira
bly h jrmonised with the serenity of her features;
graceful and flexible -form just expanding into
vrnijnhood ; such was Ellen Mulier.
A Councillor of the Court, Hotrath Baron
on Konh, who had resigned his functions in
onsetju,nee of an injustice that had been done
him, several students, whose parents had recom
rnen,,4 tiaem t0 th , vigilance of Mr' Mulier,
t lew . merchants fnmnnspH t.liA mhirvritw nf
tlv ...V.:.. , T "J
""" LHIPRIS. I !i nnrrv vn tiwnnont Itr
y eu oy travellers, literary men, and artists..
i ' nnor' piiilosophv, politics, or literature,
lltr a man of extensive acquirements
1 1 '
prLac So-l S Tise, took part, with a choice
... o aim an elevation oi views mat
jv'finc wl " 1 .-' A - .1 .
i iave astonished me in a man of his sta-
t v. u..uy uul vjrtjrmany.
Jmetiines Ellen would sit down to the niano
some of those simple and beautiful
melixjies in which the ttnderness, the gravity,
andj the piety of the Gernkn national character
seem to ming'e. Then conversation ceased ; ev-
y I countenance expressed! profound attention ;
and; each listener, as if he were assisting at a
religious service, transjatedthe accents of that
universal language according to his sympathies,
bis jassociations, and the hsb tual direction of his
wr-oj umg-rii percexvnrgtliat
North and a young student named Werter were
particularly sensible to Ellen's charms and mer
it. In the baron, a middle-aged man, there was
a njnxture of dignity and eagerness which be
trayed an almost constant struggle between pride
an the energy of a strong passion. It is be
tween the ages of thirty and forty that the pas
sions have most empire over us. At that period
of life the character is completely formed ; and
as we well know what we desire, so do we strive
to jittain our end with all the energy of a per
Werter was little more than nineteen years
old. He was tallfair, and melancholy. I am
persuaded that love had revealed itself to the
yojing student by the intermediation of the mu
sical sense. I had more than once watched him
when Ellen sang. A sort of fever agitated him;
h.eiisolated himself in a corner of the room, and
here in a mute ecstacy, the poor boy inhaled
the poison of love.
The pretensions of Ellen's two admirers man
ifested themselves by attentions of ' very different
kiijds, and in which were displayed their differ
ent natures. The baron brought Mrs. Mulier
tickets for. concerts and theatres. Often at the
dessert, he would send for delicious Hungarian
wine, in which he drank the heajth of the ladies,
slightly inclining his head to Ellen, as if Le would
have said I bow to you alone. Werter would
stealthily pla$e upon-the piano a new balftid, or
ajvolume of poetry; and when the young girl
tdok it up, his face flushed and brightened as if
tlie blood were about to burst from it. Ellen
siiniled modestly at the baron, or gracefully
thanked the student ; but she seemed not to
suspect that which neither of them dared to tell
j An attentive observer of all that passed, I did
my utmost to read Ellen's heart, and to decide
as to the future chances of t.h baron's or the
student's loves. She was passionately fond of
narratives of adventure, aud, thanks to the wan
dering life I had led, I was able to gratify this
taste. I noticed .that traits of generosity and
ijioble devotion produced an extraordinary effect
ljipon her. Her eyes sparkled as though she
would fain have distinguished, through time and
sjpace, the hero of a noble action ; then tears
moistened her beautiful lashes, as reflection re
tailed her to the realities of life. 1 understood
that neither the Baron nor Werter was the man
to win .her heart ; they were neither of them
qual to her. Had I been ten j-ears younger, I
think I should have been vain enough to enter
the lists. But another person, whom none would
at first have taken for a man capable of feeling
and inspiring a strong passion, v as destined to
Carry off the prize.
' One night that we were assembled in the
drawing-room, one of the habitual visitors to the
house presented to us a Jew, who hd just arri
ved from Lemberg, and whom business was to
jdetain for some months at Vienna. In a few
words, Mr. Mulier made the strangeracquainted
-with the rules and customs of the house. The
jJew replied by monosyllables, as if he disdained
to expend more words and intelligence upon de
rails so entirely material. He bowed politely to
the ladies, glanced sm'lingly at the furniture of
the room, round which he twice walked, as if in
token of taking possession, and then installed
ihimself in the arm-chair. This pantonine might
'have been translated thus : 4 There if am : look
lat me once for all, and then heed me no more.'
Mr. Malthus that was the Jew's name had a
decided limp in his gait ; he was a man of the
middle height, and of decent bearing; his hair
was neglected ; but- a phrenologist would have
read a world of things in the magnificent devel
bpment of his forehead. V
The conversation became general. Mr. Mal
thus spoke little, but as soon & hk opened his
mouth everybody was silent.' This apparent
eference proceeded- perhaps as much from a de-
ire to discover his weak points, as from polite
ness towards the new-comer,
j The Jew ha,d one of those penetrating and
onorous voices, whose tones seem to reach the
rery soul, and which impart the words and in
flexions not less varied than the firms of thought,
lie summed up the discussion-logically and lu-
bidly ; but it was easy to see that, out of consid
eration for his interlocutors, he abstained from
putting forth his whole strength.
The conversation was intentionally led to re
ligious prejudices: at the first words spoken on
!this subject, the Jew's countenance assumed a
sublime expression. He rose at once to the most
elevated consideration : it was easy to see that
;his imagination found itself in a familiar sphere.
He wound up with so pathetic and powerful a
peroration, that Ellen, yielding to a sympathetic
impulse, made an abrupt movement towards him.
Their two souls had met, and were destined mu
tually to eomplete each other.
I said to myself, that Jew will be Ellen's hus
Then I armlied mvsplf
1 TTTt ,- -k r mm
j - i4i mum
lauenuveiv. vv nen Mr. Ma thn waa nnt ctn j
moved and animated, nevertheless, by the ex-
; pession ot His dyes, wtiica seemed to look with-
fa himself, one conld discern that b w tT,t-
Vfaally pre-occupied with some of those lofty
thoughts identified with superior minds. Some
celebrated authors were spoken of ; he remained
silent. Baron Von North leant over towards me
and said, in a low voice, 4 It seems that our new
acquaintance is not literary.'
44 I should not be surprised at that," I replied,
"and, what is more, I would lay -a wager that
be is musical." The baron drew back with a
reu-taSfen t&Ziag-BmalsllllDgr ntrfTnosirSurprfBtf. ,
amiable girl begged him to excuse her, but with
out putting forth any of those small pretexts
which most young ladies would have invented
on the instant. Her mother's authority was
needed to vanquish her instinctive resistance.
Her prelude testiged to some unwonted agita
tion ; its first notes roused the Jew from his
reverie ; soon she recovered herself, and her vis
ible emotion did but add a fresh charm to the
habitual expression of her singing.
Suddenly she stopped short, declaring that
her memory failed her.
Then, to our great astonishment, a rich and
harmonious voice was heard, and Ellen continu
ed, accompanied by the finest tenor I ever lis
tened to in my life.
The baron bit his lips ; Werter was pa'e with
surprise. v armest applause toliowed tne con
clusion of the beautiful duet.
Malthus had risen from his chair, and seemed
entirely under the spell of harmony.. He gave
some advice to Ellen, who listened to him with
avidity ; he even made hsr repeat a passage,
which she afterwards sang with admirable ex
pression. He took her hand, almost with enthu
siam, and exclaimed, " I thank you !"'
" Very odd indeed," said the baron. Toor
Werter said nothing,,but went and sat himself
down, very pensive, at the further end of the
Mrs. Mulier was radiant at her daughter's
success. As to Eilen, she merely said, in a low
voice ' .
"If I had instruction, I should perhaps be able
to make something of music."
"With your mother's permission," rejoined
Malthus, " I shall have pleasure in sometimes
Mrs. Mulier cast a scrutenizing glance at the
Jew, whose countenance, which had resumed
its habitual calmness, showed nothing that
could excite ner suspicions, sue iudged tiiat
such a man was not at all dangerous, and ac
cepted his offer. Malthus bowed with cold dig
nity doubtless appreciating the motives of this
confidence and Ellen struck a few notes, to
divert attention from her embarrassment.
The baron, who sought a vent for his ill-humor,
said to the young girl, pointing to the
. "Jf anything shoull halt in the accompani
ment, there is what will restore the measure.
Ellen rose, cast a look at the baron, which
meant, "One maeis people like you eveiywheie,"
and left the room. Malthus took up a news
paper, and read until we separated fur the night.
The Jew led the regular life of a man who
knows the value of time, lie worked until
noon, paid or received a few visits, went upon
Change about two o'clock, then shut himself
up in his apartment and was visible to nobody,
and at precisely four o'clock entered Mrs. Mul
ter'a room, where Elleu awaited him at the pi
ano. It was easy to see that he daily assumed
a greater ascendancy over the mind of his pu
pil, whose progress was rapid.
When. Malthus smiled, Eilen's charming
countenance assumed an indiscribable expression
of satisfaction ; but as so'on as he relapsed into
his habitual thoughtful mood, the poor girl's
soul appeared suspended in a sympathetic me
dium ; she saw nothing, answered nobody ;
in a word, she instinctively assimilated herself
to the mysterious being whose influence govern
ed her when Malthus leaned on his cane in
walking, Ellen seemed to say, "My aim would
support him so well !"
The Jew, however, did not Imp disagreeably;
his left leg was well formed, and the disturbance
in its harmony appears to have been the result
of accident. He had the appearance of having
long become reconciled to his infirmity, like a
soldier who considers his "wounds a glorious ev
idence of his devotion to his country.
I had more than once felt tempted to ask
Malthus the history of his lameness ; but he
eLuded, with so much care, every approach to the
object that I deemed myself obliged to respect
his secret. .
Two months passed thus, and I had opportu
nity of appreciating all the right mindedness,
generosity, and enlightenment that dwelt in
the accessible part of that extraordinary soul.
In presence of this dangerous rival, who tri
umphed without a struggle, the baron became
almost tender. .His self love cruelly suffered to
see preferied to him a lame merchant, with a
fine voice. He sometimes attempted to quize
him ; but Malthus confounded him so complete
ly by the aptness of his retorts, that the laugh
ters were never on the side of the baron .
One night that the family party was assem
bled, Werter approached Mr. Mulier with a sup
pliant air, and delivered to him a letter from
his father. The poor young man's agitation
made me suspect that the letter contained a
proposal. Mr. Mulier read it with attention
and handed it to hia wife, who rapidly glanced
over it and cast a scrutinizing glance at her
daughter, to make sure whether or no she was
forewarned of this step. A mother's pride is
-always flattered under such circumstances, and
the first impulse is generally favorable lo the
I man who has singled out the object of her
dearest affections; but the 3nd" thought is
one of prudence; a separatici, jjfee many risks
of the future, soon check tlejjgj! active satisfac
tion of the maternal heart, : )i thousand mo
tives concur to arrest the tJsjtiT consent.,;
" It were, well," she saioMfrlit tt knowwhat
Ellen thinks.". - V -The
word w"" 'T "
P to the
44 Besides, he is very young, added Mrs. Mul
ier, loud enough for fiie baron to hear.
Werter's position was painful ; he stammered
a few words, became embarrassad, and abruptly
left the room.
44 A mere child," quodi the baron, 44 who
should be sent back to his books."
Malthus, who had observed all that passed,
rested his two hands on his stick, like a man
disposed to argue the point, and warmly de
fended the student. "
44 It cannot be denied," he said, in conclusion,
44 that the young man's choice pleads in his fa
vor ; and his embarrassment, which, at thatage,
is not unbecoming, proves, in my opinion, that,
whilst aspiring to so great a happiness, he has
sufficient modesty to admit himself unworthy of
44 If a declaration were a sufficient proof of
merit," interrupted the Councillor, "I know one
man who would not hesitate."
" And who is that?" inquired Mrs. Mulier,
with ill concealed curiosity.
44 Myself, madam," replied the Councillor
Baron Von Xorth." .
By the way in which this was spoken, the
dissyllable 44 myself " appeared lengthened by
all the importance of the personage.
44 At my age men do not change," continued
the baron ; 44 and the present is a guarantee for
Ellen was really to be pitted. When Mal
thus took Weter's part, I saw that she was on
the point of fainting. Her countenance, natu
rally s.) gentle, was overshadowed by an expres
sion of vexation and displeasure. She had ta
ken the Jew's benevo'ent defence of the student
for a mark of indifference. 'Whilst still under
the influence of this painful impression, the ba
ron's declaration came to add to her agitation ;
she cast a reproachful gh? nee at Mn-Uhus, sank
back' in lieV "cliaTr and worieofa wayT- Tlie
Jew sprang forward, took hr in his arm, laid
her on a sofa, and knelt down beside her.
" You have not uuJerstood me, then ?" he
Ellen opened her eyes, and beheld at her feet
the man whom her heart bad selected ; and,
absorbed in her passion, unconscious of the pre
sence of those who stood around, she murmur
ed, in a feeble voice
44 Youis ! youis alone ! ever ydnrs !'
"Sir," snid Malthus to Mr. Mulier, '4my pro-
posal comes rather late ; but l nope you wid
i -i. -ii
be so good as to take it into consideration."
In the Jew's manner there was the dignity of
a man in a position to dictate conditions. Ellen
had recovered herself. As to Mr. Mulier, there
had not been time for his habitual phlegm to
become disturbed ; but his wife could not re
strain a smile at this dramatic compilation,
whose denoument remained in suspense,
44 Mr. Y." said she to me, somewhat malicious
ly, 44 do you not feel the effect of example ? "
44 Perhaps I m;ght Lave be?ri- unable to re
sist," I replied, 44 had not Mr. Malthus declared
himself before me." -
Ellen blushed, and the Jew pressed my hand.
Just then Werter re-entered the room, pale and
downcast, like a man who comes to hear sen
tence passed upon him. There was profound
silence which lasted several minutes, or at least
seemed to me to be so. At last Mr. Mulier
44 Gentlemen," he said, 44 1 am much flattered
by the honor you have done me."
He paused, and seemed to be recalling past
events to the mind. During this short silence
Werter gazed at us in turn with an air of as
tonishment, and I doubt not that he included
me in the number of his rivals.
44 1 have something to tJl jou," continued
Mr. Mulier, 44 which wilpTnbdify your
present intentions. About ten years ago I had
to visit Berlin, where my father had just died.
The winding up of his affairs proved complica
ted and troublesome, and I was obliged to place
my interests in the hands of a lawyer who had
been recommenned to me as extremely skilful.
The business at last settled, I found myself enti
tled to about forty thousand florins, which I
proposed to embark in trade. I was happily
married, and Ellen w3S seven years old. Our
little fortune had been greatly impaired by a
succession of losses, for which this inheritance
would compensate. r
44 One day I went to my lawyer to receive the
money. He had disappeared, taking it with
him. Despair took possession of me ; I dared
hot impart the fatal news to my wife, and I con
fess it with shame, I determined on suicide.
All that day I rambled about the country, and
at nightfall I approached the banks of the Spree.
Climbing upon the parapet of a high bridge, I
gazed with gloomy delight into the dark waters
that rolled beneath. On my knees upon the
stone, I offered up a short but fervent prayer to
Hirn who wounds and "heals ; I commended my
wife and daughter to his mercy, and precipitat
ed myself from the bridge. I was struggling
instinctively against death, when I felt myself
seized by a vigorous arm. A man swam near
me, and drew me towards the shore, which we
. " It was so 'dark that I could not distinguish
the features of my preserver. But the tones of
his voice made an impression upon me which
has not yet been effaced, and I have met but
one mail whose voice has reminded me of that
of the generous unknown. He compelled me
to go home with him, questioned me as to my
motives for so desperate an act, and, to my ex
taming forty - thousand .florins on the express
condition that I should take no steps to find
him out I entreated him to accept my mar
riage ring, at the sight of which promised to
repay the loan, as soon as it should be possible
for me to do so. He took the rino and I left
him, my heart brimful of gratitude.
" I will not attempt to describe to you the
joy with which I once more embraced my wife
and daughter. God alone can repay my bene
factor all the good he did us. I arranged my
affairs, and we set out for Vienna, where I form
ed this establishment, of which I cannot consid
er myself as more than the temporary possessor.
iou perceive, jrentlemen. that Ellen b Tin
dowry to expectT and that we may at any mo
ment be reduced to a very precarious position."
Jt,nen s lace was hidden by her hands. When
Mr. Mulier ceased speaking, we still listened.
Presently the Jew broke silence.
"I have but lit le," he said, 44 to add to your
imiiauou : me man wno was so tortuuate as to
render you a service remained a cripple for the
rest of his days. When he plunged into the
Spree, he struck against a stone, and since then
he limps, as you perceive."
W e were all motionless with surprise. Then
Malthus drew a ring from his finger and han
ed it to Mr. Mulier. The countenance of the
latter, generally so cold in its expression, was
suddenly extraordinarily agitated ; tears started
to his eyes, and he threw himself into his pre
44 All that I possess belongs to yon," he cried,
and I have the happiness to inform you that
your capital has doubled.
44 Of all that you possess," replied Malthus.
44 1 ask but one thing, to which I have no rMit."
The worthy German took the hand of his
daughter, who trembled with happiness and
surprise, and, placing it in that of the Jew
"Sjr," he said, .addressing himself to me,
you avEo have leen tile world, and who are
disinterested in this question, do you think that
could do belter."
VIRGIXIA'S CHRISTMAS GIFT TO HER
BT MARV IRVIX
" Trifles njakc up the sum of human joy or woe."
4 A letter f. jt Virginia !' cried a gay boarding-
school sprite, as she burst into the hall where a
group of her comrades were chatting of the
Christmas holiday just at band.
4 My own dear father's hand !' cried Virginia
D'Arcy, its beautiful claimant, springing up to
reach her treasure the dearer for its longjour-
ney from a far Southern land. She broke the
seal with an impatient dash of her white, jew
elled fingers, and let an inclosure fall to her feet.
Hetty Carlton, the bearer of the letter, sprang
nimbly to seize ii ; and, waving it aloft between
two fingers, displayed to the admiring gaze of
her schoolmates a fifty dollar bill.
Virginia was in no haste to reclaim her prop
erty. Negligently, but gracefully, leaning upon
the trellised balcony, with bright curls sweeping
her cheeks as she bent, she was reading the few
hasty words that accompanied it. Having
finished the letter, she crumpled H into her
pocket, and looked up with a smile.
4 Yes ; vou know this is to be my last Christ
mas here, and I sent to my father for an extra
allowance upon the occasion. Now,-girls, we
are all friends together, in this hall ; give me
your advice and counsel, aslMiss Butler says.
Shall I scatter a universal treat of cakes and
bon-bons among little friends and large, or shall
I chalk a circle within a circle, and give my
teachers and my best friends some present
worthy their keeping V .
4 O, the last, by all means, exclaimed Hetty,
4 always taking it for granted that I am one of
the particular 4 best friends,' she added archly.
4 Present company always excepted,' miss
Well, I like that plan best myself. Now, then
help me to choose. Let's see, a gold thimble
for Laura ; a port-monnaie for Ella Marsden ; a
ring for good Miss Butler, I wish I could buy
one with a diamond in it ! Dear me ! fifty dol
lars will do so little !'
And it may do so much !' spoke a soft, rich
voice close at her ear. She looked up into the
sweet, plain face of her sensible and loving
4 O, Marion ! just the one for my prime minis
ter ! I Come with me, and let us hold a counci
f state over this weierhtv matter!' Catching
her by the waist, she whirled her away to their
4 Now, sit down on that cushion, and counse
me, my 4 nymph Egeria !' What shall I give
vou as a remembrancer of your unworthy chum
A writing desk, or a work-box ? Nothing less
useful would win a smile from the sage eyes of
Marion. And O ! I must not forget little Nelly
Grey, who has been so kind to us. What can I
give her that will please hera book in gilt and
red morocco !'
4 1 can tell you, Virginia, what to give her,'
said Marion, seriously, though rather timidly.
4 give her her tuition for the next quarter I
Viroinia arched her fine eyebrows, and stared
in blank astonishment at her counsellor ; then,
with a laugh, exclaimed :
4 What! throw a Christmas gift into the
clarity fund! That is carrying your Northern
idea of utility a little too far, Marion.'
O, Virginia, you have been reared in luxury,
and you know nothing about the struggles of
- - - .
one jwhohas to earn step . bljtepyerj inch of
upward ! You don't know the value of money
and never will, while it flows in at your nod, as
freely as a river to the sea !'
4 Why, Marion, you speak as earnestly' ss
though you were a poverty-stricken charity
scholar ? How happened you to find out the
value of money, little one V
The color came and went in Marion's brown
cheeks, and she heaved a sigh before she ans
wered. 4 1 am not rich, as you knpw, Virginia ; and
yet I have nothing to complain of now; nothing
to ask. But I was poorer once. Shall I tell you
a story from my life ?
O, do!' cried Virginia, dropping upon the
carpet at her side, and throwing her arm over
Marion's sholder. 4 1 am delighted to make you
talk about yourself ; for you never have shown
me any of the secrets buried in that deep well
of your experience !'
4 1 have no secrets, Virginia ; that is, none of
the sort school girls delight in ; but I will give
you a little sketch.'
4 There was once (is not that a classical be
ginning ?) a little girl who lived in a country
farm-house, on the borders of a great woodland.
Now, it is not of fairies or giants that my story
deals, though the scene for their operations has
been so well laid. Only the giant of Ignorance
ruled over the region with almost undisputed
sway. There was not a school-house within six
miles; and the nearest one, at that distance,
was a mere apology for its title ; a cross bet
ween a barn and a log cabin, with a teacher to
match, during five months out of the twelve.
Well ; to return to this little girl. She was the
youngest but once a boisterous, unruly, neglect
ed band of thirteen motherless children, scolded
beysnd the door steps by a crose-faced aunt re
gularly, every hour of the day, who returned as
regularly to renew the uproar. Baby was served
more humanly than the others for his babyhood's
sake. But the youngest girl, the next in size,
was the foot-ball aud scape-goat of the house
hold pack. She could not even find a corner of
the house to cry in peaceably, when she had run
the gauntlet of her wild brothers and selfish sis
ters. So she used to steal away across a cow
pasture that joined the woodland, and, glided
ike a squirrel among the pines and owr the
rustling dead leaves, find her favorite nook in
the midst of the forest. There was a break in
tbe woods there, and the sunlight streamed down
over an age-bowed hemlock, on whose arm she
used to seat herself, and swing ; and sometimes,
poor child wish that she had never been born !
One day, when she had fled from persecution,
to indulge insome such unchildlike meditations,
she was surprised in her solitude by a party of
village children, 4 out chestnutting.' Half fright
ened and half curious, and kept her perch, eye
ing the strange boys and girls, suspiciously from
under her ragged sun-bonnet.
The children, in return, passed their com
ments upon her ; one rude boy proposing to
4 start her off the roost' with a stone a motion,
happily, not seconded. The elder girls gathered
around the tree beneath her, and questioned her,
as girls will, wfib have an impression of their
own superiority. Her uttr ignorance s-cmed to
afford them great merriment ; and their shouts
were caught up by the boys, who vociferated : .
4 1 say ! here's a bright one ! Nine years old,
and doesn't know her letters !'
4 O, pooh ! what better could you expect ?
She is out of, that heathen corner, away on the
Poor Section, where they never see a school
master nor a Sunday.'
The children went their way ; but the words
they had spoken lived in heart of th neglected
child, and awoke there the first definite desire
to become something anything better than she
seemed born for. She surprised her father, not
long after, by a request t6 be allowed to go to
school a thing unthought of by even her near-
y grown brothers. With an incredulous laugh,
e told her 4 yes; if she would foot it six miles
every day, she was welcome; he didn't care
how many of them kept out of the way.
Her aunt railed and taunted her; her sisters,
as usual, laughed at her ; and her brothers pro
posed to trundle her to the village in the old
wheelbarrow. But the purpose of the child had
taken root, and was not so easily to be shaken.
She walked the whole distance, having left home
before half the family were up, and presented
herself before the astonished teacher in her rag
ged frock and bonnet, without a book, pencil,
or penny towards buying either. AH she could
say was, 4 1 want to learn to read !' And she
kdid learn to read thanks to that good old
man's kindness, and her own untiring persever
ance ; for she walked a child of nine years old,
remember that distance of six miles, twice
daily, during two-thirds of that season, carrying
ber dinner and spellirig-book in a little calico
satachel across her shoulder.
When the gate of knowledge had thus once
been opened to her, nothing could hinder her.
She read of those who had overcome great obsta-
cles to win their ends. She knew very well
what end she purposed to herself to gain an
education though she very poorly comprehend-
ed what was meant by that inspiring pjrase.
She looked about her for some means of
earning 5 a little money to supply iherself with
books. Though disappointed many times, she
clung to the principle of her favorite Jittle song,
4 Try, try again,' and at last founA the long
sought resource in the braiding of coarse palm-
leaf hats for ihe village shop-keeper He gave
hef, too, a fiace 'in 'hia feinily, for iter Wfpi;'
than eparin her the time Rpea laa hertong '
young life. - - syTX. "
So she grew up to tall girlhood in the village
braiding, delving, sewings and scouring, to
earn the scantry bits of knowledge which she .
could pick up during a few months of each
year. At last she resolved to hoard her earning
until they should be sufficient to support her
for a year at an academy in a neighboring town.
Then she could perhaps be trusted by some com
mittee to keep a country school, and gain far
more than in the braiding line.
4 So but no matter how enough, that 6he
accumulated the money at last, and with a
proud heart, and a very small trunk, presented
herself among the pupils of Walton Academy
She obtained board at a cheap rate, in consider-
! ation of some services to be Tendered, and of
j her claiming no fire in her scantily furnished
room. v hen she had paid her tuition, and pur
chased the indespensable books which made
cruel inroads upon her cherished treasure she
numbered over 'the dollars that were left, one
by one, "as a mother might count her children,
and calculated how exactly they would meet
ber expenses for the season.
She studied how she studied that Winter !
You rich boarding-school girls know nothing
about it ! With a bed-blanket wrapped about
her shivering shoulders, and a bit of candle in
an old tin dipper unsnuffed, that it might burn
more slowly she used to sit, night after night,
till the twice-heard cock-crowing told her that
day was almost too near for sleep. Saturdays
the play-days of her school-fellows brought no
recreation to her. Here was a dress to be patch
ed and fitted together out of mere shreds ; here
was a pair of shoes to be painfully cobbled ; or
a lesson to be learned for the next week, from
some borrowed school-book, "too costly for her
4 She was diligent, and she reaped the reward
of diligence. Her name watupon the list of the
4 prized scholars,' when the yearly examination
drew near. All the pupils, according to custom,
I from time immemorial, were to dress in white
j on that grand occasion, with blue 6ashes and
trimmings. Especially was this uniform consider
ed indispensable to the; prize takers, who were
to atand out so conspiciously before the large
4 You may wonder, with your well-filled ward
robe, how such a thing could be ; but the truth
'is she but one presentable Summer-dress,
and that was, fortunately, a white muslin. She
had worked long and patietJy to bring it into a
fitting shape, and though obliged to wear it be
fore that all -important occasion, kept tbe sash
intended to adorn it, which she had purchased
with the last half dollar of her school money,
safely rolled in her trunk.
' On Fridpy evening, when dire necessity had
clothed her in this precious robe, the Principal
called her into his study, to confer with ber t
bout her composition. In the course of the con
versation, as he reached his arm across the table
to a dictionary, he indvertently over-turned a full
ink-bottle, whose Stygian contents flowed far
and wide over the lap of the poor scholar, ruin
ing, how many hopes he litt'e knew.
4 O, I am very sorry ! Will it spoil your
dri's V was his courteous query ; and he thoughtr
no more of it.
4 She forced back the tears that were crowd
ing to her swollen eyes? and tried to hear calm
ly what he had to say of examination matters ;
all the while feeling that it could be no use to
her ! How could she face that crowd of eyes in
a faded calico wrapper V
4 A soon as she could excuse herself, she hur
ried home to relieve her heart by crying. It
seems a trifle we can smile at it no but
trifles make us'all 'what we are ; and this cost
: me 'tis well to change the person now as ever
the darkest hour of my lifa7 , ' - - ,
4 Was it really you, Marion !' (jnquired Vir
ginia, in an incredulous tone.
4 Yes andno! My personal indentity, of
course, I cannot doubt; but often in looking
back to those days, I ask myself involuntarily
the same question, 4 Was it myself V or some
other being, mysteriously substituted for mine ?
4 But to return ; It was not only grief at being
obliged to absent myself from examination, and
miss the prizes, that darkened my spirit to
heavily ; more than that was at stake. How
could I offer myself as a teacher, with anyTiope
of success, thought I, if unexcused, I absented
myself from examination falling, so to keep the
standing I had gained f And what excuse could
I offer to my teachers for such a course t I
would sooner have died- so proud was I than
to have told the truth in the case ; and I would
have died a thousand times before inventing a
Bobbins', the rraver-bell runsr.
i - o . , 0 . : o
Hastily donning a large apron, so as partlj to
condteal my misfortunate, I hurried with my tear
swollen face to the chapel. r
'Perhaps the lady teacher noticed my dis
tress. I never dared, ask her how much she
, read of my trouble in irjr countenance. But, at
j we walked together, toward her : bonding-place,
j"8he called me into her parlor. . j r , j
j 4 1 have noticed, said she, ' that you are quick
? at your needle,' and ready in fitting. I need a
little assistance m making this dressing-gown,