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full account of the nature of Miss P-'s illness. He received the intelligence of the favourable change that had occurred, with evident, though silent ecstacy. After much inward doubt and hesitation, I thought I might venture to tell him of the parting-the twice repeated request she had made. The intelligence blanched his already pallid cheek to a whiter hue, and he trembled violently.

"Did you tell her I was in town? Did she recollect me?”

"No one has breathed your name to her!" I replied. *

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"Well, Doctor-if, on the whole, you think so that it would be safe," said N-, after we had talked much on the matter-"I will step over and see her; but-it looks very-very strange!"

"Whatever whim may actuate her, I think it better, on the whole, to gratify her. Your refusal may be attended with infinitely worse effects than an interview. However, you shall hear from me again. 1 will see if she continues in the same mind; and, if so, I will step over and tell you." I took my leave.

A few moments before stepping down to dinner, I sat beside Miss P-, making my usual enquiries; and was gratified to find that her progress, though slow, seemed sure. I was going to kiss her, before leaving, when, with similar emphasis to that she had previously displayed, she again said—

"Remember! N must be here to-night!" I was confounded. What could be the meaning of this mysterious pertinacity? I felt distracted with doubt, and dissatisfied with myself for what I had told to N―. I felt answerable for whatever ill effects might ensue; and yet, what could I do?

It was evening-a mild, though lustrous, July evening. The skies were all blue and white, save where the retiring sun-light produced a mellow mixture of colours towards the west. Not a breath of air disturbed the serene complacency. My wife and I set on each side of the bed where lay our lovely invalid, looking, despite of her recent illness, beautiful, and in comparative health. Her hair was parted with negligent simplicity over her pale forehead. Her eyes were brilliant, and her cheeks occasionally flushed with colour. She spoke scarce a word to us, as we sat beside her. I gazed at her with doubt and apprehension. I was aware that health could not possibly produce the colour and vivacity of her complexion and eyes, and felt at a loss to what should refer it.

"Agnes, love!-How beautiful is the setting sun!” exclaimed my wife, drawing aside the curtains.

"Raise me! Let me look at it!" replied Miss P-, faintly. She gazed earnestly at the magnificent object for some minutes; and then abruptly said to me

"He will be here soon?”

"In a few moments I expect him. But-Agnes-Why do you wish to see him?”

She sighed and shook her head.

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It had been arranged that Dr. D accompany Mr. N- — to my house, and conduct him up stairs, after strongly enjoining on him the necessity there was for controlling his feelings, and displaying as little emotion as possible. My heart leaped into my mouth-as the saying is→ when I heard the expected knock at the door.

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"N—is come at last!” said I, in a gentle tone, looking earnestly at her, to see if she was agitated. It was not the case. She sighed, but evinced no trepidation.

"Shall he be shown in at once?" I enquired. "No-wait a few moments," replied the extraordinary girl, and seemed lost in thought for about a minute. "Now!" she exclaimed; and I sent down the nurse, herself pale and trembling with apprehension, to request the attendance of Dr. D- and Mr. N

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As they were heard slowly approaching the room, I looked anxiously at my patient, and kept my fingers at her pulse. There was not a symptom of flutter or agitation. At length the door was opened, and Dr. D- slowly entered, with ́ N- upon his arm. As soon as his pale, trembling figure was visible, a calm and heavenly smile beamed upon the countenance of Miss P It was full of ineffable loveliness! She stretched out her right arm: he pressed it to his lips, without uttering a word.

My eyes were riveted on the features of Miss P. Either they deceived me, or I saw a strange alteration-as if a cloud were stealing over her face. I was right!-We all observed her colour fading rapidly. Irose from my.chair; Dr. D—— also came nearer, thinking she was on the verge of fainting. Her eye was fixed upon the flushed features of her lover, and gleamed with radiance. She gently elevated both her arms towards him, and he leaned over her.

"PREPARE!" she exclaimed, in a low thrilling tone;-her features became paler and paler-her arms fell. She had spoken-she had breathed her last. She was dead!

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OUR complexion is such, that we are palled with enjoyment, and stimulated with hope, that we become less sensible to a long possessed benefit, from the very circumstance that it is become habitual.-Specious, untried, ambiguous prospects of new advantage recommend themselves to the spirit of adventure, which more or less prevails in every mind. From this temper, men, and factions, and nations, too, have sacrificed the good of which they have been in assured possession, in favour of wild and irrational expectations.

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“I have turn'd from my first pure love aside,

O, bright rejoicing streams!

Light after light in my soul hath died,

The early glorious dreams!

“And the holy prayer from my thoughts hath pass'd,
The prayer at my mother's knee-
Darken'd and troubled, I come at last,
Thou home of my boyish glee!

"But I bear from my childhood a gift of tears,
To soften and atone;

And, O ye scenes of those blessed years!

They shall make me again your own."

THE GRAVES OF A HOUSEHOLD.

BY MRS. HEMANS.

THEY grew in beauty, side by side, They filled one home with glee~ Their graves are sever'd far and wide, By mount, and stream, and sea.

The same fond mother bent at night
O'er each fair sleeping brow;
She had each folded flower in sight-
Where are those dreamers now ?

One 'midst the forests of the West,
By a dark stream is laid-
The Indian knows his place of rest,
Far in the Cedar shade.

The sea, the blue lone sea, lath one,
He lies where pearl lie deep-
He was the loved of all, yet none
O'er his low bed may weep.

One sleeps where southern vines are drest,
Above the noble slain:

He wrapt his colours round his breast,
On a blood-red field of Spain.

And one-o'er her the myrtle showers
In leaves, by soft winds fann'd;
She faded 'midst Italian flowers.
The last of that bright band.

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A TRAGICAL STORY. CHARLES had been absent two days. Poor Julia had been wishing and wishing for him. His well known step sounded in the entry; the door opened, and she met him with a heightened colour in her cheek, and her blue eyes flashing from beneath their long lashes with sparkles of unwonted pleasure. Shall I mention particulars? It is scarcely necessary. He who cannot imagine how a warm hearted young wife, in the honey moon, would meet her idol, after an absence of two whole days, is no reader for me.

“Oh!” she exclaimed, after the first transport had a little subsided, "I am glad you have returned, dear, dear Charles! I was afraid you might not come-that you were sick, or some accident had occurred. But here you are. And now have you had a pleasant time? and how do they all do? and whom did you see? and-"

Charles stopped her mouth.

"Yes, here I am, safe and sound, and full of news; but you huddle question upon question with such volubility that I shall never get a chance to answer them, and your mouth here wide open to ask I don't know how many more." "Well, then," answered she, flinging herself into an attitude of attention, and folding her arms like a judge upon a bench-" there-I am dumb, and ready to listen to the news; I won't speak another word till you have done."

And, with considerable apparent difficulty, she closed her lips.

“Now then,” said Charles, “ mark me.”

"I will," said Julia.

Well, then," continued her husband, laughing," in the first place, they are all well; in the next, I have had a very pleasant time; and, lastly, I have seen old Mr. Peterson, and aunt Sarah, and Mr. and Mrs. Vanderdyke, and little Bob, Henry, and Maria.

"And this,” inquired Julia, "is the news that you are to tell? and these are all you saw?"

"Oh, no!” replied Charles, mysteriously; " far from it, Julia. I have met one more-one most beautiful, bewitching, being more-the very counterpart of Venus. Such complexion-such ringlets, long and glossy-and cheeks-roses and lilies are nothing to them! There is nothing in all nature sweeter than her lips, and her eyes are bright dangers no man should rashly encounter. They were soft, melting, liquid, heavenly bluefull of the light of intellect, and tremulous every beam of them with a tenderness that makes the heart ache."

"You are only jesting with me," said Julia, endeavouring, but in vain, to check the change that came over her face, as the shadow of the cloud flits across a stream. "This is some stupid Dutch beauty, and you can scarcely describe her without laughing. Come, now, tell the truth." "You may believe it or not, just as you please," said Charles; "but I assure you the whole account is as true, as the enjoyment of it was enrapturing, and the memory is delicious.”

Julia was sensitive and artless. She loved her husband with that deep tenderness which knew

all the thrills of love's hopes and fears. Her heart was like a goblet filled to the brim, whose contents tremble and overflow, when shaken ever so lightly. There was, therefore, in these enthusiastic praises of another, something strange and even cruel. Still she could not believe that he was serious; and forcing a smile, and struggling to keep down her rising emotion, she listened to him in silence as he rattled on.

"Our meeting was marked with uncommon interest. Old Mr. Peterson introduced me to her, after having previously hinted that, before I was married, she had regarded me with more than common complacency." "Charles!"

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“Well, we met. I addressed her by name; she said nothing-but oh! those eyes of hers were fixed on me with a gaze that reached into the innermost recesses of my heart, and seemed to touch all those chords of feeling which nature had strung for joy. Wherever I went, I found her eyes still turned towards me, and an arch smile just played around her saucy lips, and spoke all the fine fancies and half hidden meanings that woman will often look, but not always trust to the clumsy vehicle of words. I could restrain myself no longer-but, forgetting all but those heavenly lips, I approached and

Poor Julia-she thought she heard the knell of her young dreams. The hue of her cheek, and the sparkle of her azure eye, were gone, long before; and as he painted, in such glowing colours, the picture of his feelings, her lip quivered, and tears swelled up and dimmed the blue light of eyes beautiful as day.

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"I will never speak to you again, Charles," sobbed she," if this be true."

"It is true," he exclaimed, " only not half like the reality. It was your own PICTURE, my sweet girl, that I kissed again and again."

She looked at him a moment, and buried her wet eyes in his bosom. As she lifted her head, and, shaking back the clustering ringlets that fell around her brow, displayed her face smiling through tears, his arm softly found its way around her waist, and—but I am at the end of my sheet.

INDIA RUBBER.

THIS valuable product, first made known by La Condamine, in 1736, is the juice of several species of trees growing in South America. It flows from the trees as a milky fluid, which soon hardens upon exposure to the air. Various attempts have been made to transport it to Europe in its fluid state, without success. Its application to the arts is various, but, until recently, no advantage has been taken of one of its most remarkable properties, its elasticity. Two ingenious chemists of Paris, Messrs. Ratteir and Guibal, by an entirely new solvent and a very delicate process, have succeeded in spinning it into threads of various sizes. This is subsequently woven into suspenders, garters, surgical bandages, for ruptures, fractured or dislocated limbs, &c.

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INSCRIPTION FOR A WOOD.

BY W. C. BRYANT.

STRANGER, if thou hast learnt a truth which needs
No school of long experience, that the world
Is full of guilt and misery, and hast seen
Enough all its sorrows, crimes and cares,
To tire thee of it-enter this wild wood

And view the haunts of Nature. The calm shade
Shall bring a kindred calm, and the sweet breeze
That makes the green leaves dance, shall waft a balm
To thy sick heart. Thou will find nothing here
Of all that pained thee in the haunts of men,
And made thee loathe thy life. The primal curse
Fell, it is true, upon the unsinning earth,
But not in vengeance. God hath yoked to guilt
Her pale tormentor, misery. Hencë, these shades
Are still the abodes of gladness; the thick roof
Of green and stirring branches is alive
And musical with birds, that sing and sport
In wantonness of spirit; while below
The squirrel, with raised paws and form erect,
Chirps merrily. Throngs of insects in the shade
Try their thin wings, and dance in the warm beam
That waked them into life. Even the green trees,
Partake the deep contentment; as they bend
To the soft winds, the sun from the blue sky
Looks in and sheds a blessing on the scene.
Scarce less the cleft-born wild-flower seems to enjoy
Existence, than the winged plunderer

That sucks its sweets. The massy rocks themselves
And the old and ponderous trunks of prostrate trees
That lead from knoll to knoll, a causey rude,
Or bridge the sunken brook, and their dark rooks,
With all their earth upon them, twisting high,
Breathe fixed tranquillity. The rivulet
Sends forth glad sounds, and tripping o'er its bed
Of pebly sands, or leaping down the rocks,
Seems, with continuous laughter, to rejoice
In its own being. Softly tread the marge,
Lest from her midway perch thou scare the wren
That dips her bill in water. The cool wind,
That stirs the stream in play, shall come to thee,
Like one that loves thee, nor will let thee pass,
Ungreeted, and shall give its light embrace.

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THE GATHERER.

"A snapper up of unconsidered trifles.”

SHAKSPEARE.

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It may be noted that the enthusiasts of learning and revery have, at one time or another in their lives, been, of all the tribes of men, the *most keenly susceptible to love; their solitude feeds their passion; when love is once admitted to their hearts, there is no countercheck to its emotions, and no escape from its excitation.

In life, every individual may find happiness in three different ways; the happiness of religion, of wisdom, and of virtue.

"Former, "" latter," and "namely," are three verbal dowdies—the anti-graces of diction, who still, by prescriptive right, are sometimes found in good society.

In Camden's account of Cornwall, the chough

is thus described-" In the rocks underneath, all along this coast, breeds the pyrrochorax, a crow with a red bill and red feet, not peculiar to the Alps, as Pliny imagined. This bird is found by the inhabitants to be an incendiary, and very thieving, for it often sets houses on fire privately, steals pieces of money, and then hides them.

An elegant writer observes: "the coin that is most current among mankind is flattery; the only benefit of which is, that by hearing what we are not, we may be instructed in what we ought to be."

The first degree of proficiency is, in painting, what grammar is in literature, a general preparation for whatever species of the art the student

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