rest; I walked as though I scarcely touched the earth, and my spirit seemed to ascend with the lark, which soared over my head, to hail the splendor of the dewy dawn."

I shortly after received from her the following letter: "FROM THE CONVENT.

"Roberta Bruce, Queen of Scotland, will now sit down to address the mimic of *****; but it is the last letter that he ever will receive from her hand, as she

After my next visit I received from her the following will so soon return to the land of her sires. She does

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"FROM THE CONVENT.

not pretend to censure the quacks of Virginia for not affording relief, as they are ignorant of the constitution "Roberta Bruce, Queen of Scotland, is again com- his own glowing words. Her fancy is sometimes dazof a queen. She will now proceed to give him some of pelled to address the mimic of *******. She really zled by the brilliant flashes of native genius. Her heart feels it a condescension for the royal queen to stoop is touched by the strokes of nature, or her soul elevated thus low; but confined as she is in a cloister, it is not to by sublimity of sentiment from a vivid fancy, susceptible be wondered at. She commands you to send the letter feelings, and a cultivated mind, which are never so fully last received, as convoys are coming from every quar- tasted as in the sweet sunset of the day; then the inter of the globe, for the rare and sublime production, fluence of sentiment is buoyant over passion-the soul, particularly from M. and K., who say they will stir alive to the sublimest impression, expands in the region Heaven and earth to obtain it. She frequently visits of pure and elevated meditation-the passions, slumM. On the last visit, he emphatically said: 'What bering in the soft repose of nature, leave the heart free affectionate hand will spread flowers over my solitary to the reception of the purest, warmest, tenderest sengrave; for haply, ere that period arrive, this trembling timent, when all is delicious melancholy, or pensive hand shall have placed the cypress over the tomb of softness, when every vulgar wish is hushed, and a her who loved me living, and would lament me dead.' refined and indefinable rapture thrills with sweet vibraShe never will forget the day on which he first saw her tion on every nerve. But, O! royal queen! I was led to in Scotland, delivering her farewell address to her sires believe, (fatal conviction,) that the virgin rose of the fair and countrymen. He walked up and repeated thusqueen's affection, had already shed its sweetness on a 'May the eye that sees thee for the first time, wish former, happier lover; that the partiality I had flattered that it may not be the last, and the ear that drinks thy myself in having awakened, was either the result of inlanguishing words grow thirsty as it quaffs them. I tuitive coquetry, or, in the long absence of her heart's first now crown my golden hours of bliss, and whatever object, a transient beam of that fire, which, once illumined, may be my future destiny, I will at least rescue one is so difficult to extinguish, and which was nourished by beam of unalloyed felicity from its impending cloud; for, my resemblance to him who had first won her heart. oh ! royal queen, there is a prophetic something which What! I receive to my heart the faded spark, while incessantly whispers me, that in clouds and storms will another has basked in the vital flame. I, contentedly the evening of my existence expire.' As she was walk-gather this after-bloom of tenderness, when another ing from the castle she again hurried to look back, and has inhaled the very essence of the nectarious blossom. caught a last view of the mountain of Innismon: it I will, with a single effort, tear this late adored image seemed to float like a vapor on the horizon. She took from my heart, though that heart break with the effort, a long farewell of this much loved spot. Once it had rather than feed on the remnant of those favors on risen to her gaze like the Pharos to her haven of enjoy- which another has already feasted. Since human hapment; for never until this sad moment had she beheld it piness, like every other feeling of the heart, loses its bat with transport. She has again visited the Adonis poignancy by reiteration, its fragrance with its bloom, of Virginia. He adverted to his admiration of the fair let me not, while the first fallen dew of pleasure hangs queen, and observed, that 'Sweet was the memory of fresh upon the flower of your existence, seize on the distant friends-like the mellow ray of the departing precious moments which hope rescued from the fangs sun, it fell tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.' She rises of despondence. When I heard the fatal news, I felt in the morning with the orient sunbeam of brightness, like a being of some other sphere newly alighted on a and slumbers with the western gale. You shall soon distant orb.' She is like the rising of the golden morn behold her absorbed amidst the monuments of past ages, when night departeth, and when the winter is over and deep in the study of languages, history and antiqui- gone. She resembleth the cypress in the garden. She ties. I have just visited M., and will give you his own may well say now, she rises in the morning with the words: How delightful,' he exclaimed, 'to form this orient sunbeam of brightness, and slumbers with the young and ductile mind, to mould it to your desires, to western gale." breathe inspiration into this lovely image of primeval innocence; to give soul to beauty, intelligence and simplicity; to watch the rising progress of your grateful efforts, and firmly clasp to your heart that perfection you have yourself created.' This was spoken with an energy and enthusiasm, as though he had himself experienced all the pleasures he now painted for

her.

"With a glance of indescribable supplication, she released herself from that glowing fold which would have pressed her forever to a heart where she must inevitably have ruled unrivalled."

She was true to her promise of not writing me another letter; but she continued to write on various subjects, and had her manuscripts locked up in her bureau. She would sometimes read them to me,―at other times she could not be prevailed on to do so. Towards the close of her disease they assumed a more literary character. I regret very much that I did not procure some of them, as they would have discovered the astonishing powers of her mind. The style of her last compositions, though somewhat turgid and occasionally too quaint, was considered very fine. She sometimes made me read them

of it in her room. Yet, soon after I went into her room, on reviving from one of her swoons, she told the family that Mr. J. was dead. Some of them denied it; but she repeated the assertion most emphatically, and, I think, shed tears. I know not how she could have come to this knowledge, unless the sense of hearing, as conjectured in the other case, was so acute, as to enable her, while the catalepsy was on her, to hear whispering in the passage, or in the opposite room. I do not believe that any person in existence, with the ordinary auditory faculties, could have heard it; yet, sooner than surrender the doctrine that all information is communicated by the senses, I must believe that the information was thus obtained.

About this time, while returning from a visit to a patient, I was invited to partake of a feast on the road side. While waiting for it to be served up, a most severe thundergust came on, and the rain fell so hastily, that it was impossible, though I rode at the top of my horse's speed, that I could reach a house about a quarter of a mile distant without getting wet; many of the company were completely drenched. So soon as I had dined, I visited my patient, and was informed by the family that she had been extremely ill, and that the paroxysms had been more violent than they had ever

to her. If, in doing so, I made the smallest mistake in a word, or in the pronunciation, or even emphasis, she would correct me, and would often discover the shrewdest critical acumen that I have ever witnessed. I frequently thought I discovered misapplication of words, or bad spelling, and would refer to the dictionary and other authorities on the subject, and invariably found her correct. If there was an unusual word, or one which could be spelt in different ways, she generally used it or spelt it in the obsolete way, as if to entrap persons disposed to criticise, and to enjoy the pleasure of confounding them. In a girl, who had scarcely left school, this critical accuracy would appear astonishing but it is not half so much so as many other things connected with her disease, by which she gained an ascendancy not only over the servants, but over her brothers and sisters and parents, and even the neighbors, many of whom were impressed with a belief that she could divine events, and knew the secrets of their hearts. A few instances will suffice to show her gifts in this way. The family were always very cautious about imparting to her any unpleasant news, and I had particularly enjoined it upon them not to hold conversations on any such subject in her presence. During one of her long paroxysms of catalepsy, in which she was curved like a hoop, and apparently en-witnessed; that when the storm came on, she became tirely insensible to every thing around her, news of the death of an aunt was received by letter: the family, I believe, were not apprised of her previous illness, as she resided far from them. Of course great care was taken to keep her from a knowledge of so distressing an event-and all who could not appear composed, were enjoined to keep from the room. So soon as the spasm left her, she called for her sister, and asked her if she knew that aunt H. was dead-and who had informed her. Her sister used the pious fraud of denying that such a calamity had occurred. She told her that it was useless to deny it, that she had seen her distinct-vious night. She persisted in her opinion, and spoke ly, and told them the very day of her death, &c.

There is, perhaps, no person who believed more firmly than myself in the aphorism, "nil est in intellectu quod non prius fuit in sensu." I therefore instituted the strictest inquiry to discover whether there had been conversation in the room on that subject, while she appeared insensible, so that the sense of hearing might have conveyed the impression to the sensorium, while the other senses were locked up. I could by no means discover that this had been the case; yet my theory (but nothing else,) leads me to the belief that such must have been the case.

During her illness I was sent for, in consultation, in the case of a young gentleman, who had been long laboring under a diseased liver. My cataleptic patient took great interest in the case, and made daily inquiries about him. When I was sent for, she observed that it was too late: if I had been sent for at an earlier period of the disease, she could have instructed me how to cure it. But now, she said, she had taken a view of the hepatic system, and found it entirely disorganized, and he would inevitably die. Her prediction was soon verified. Immediately after the death of the young man, I went to see her, and was the first to communicate information of his death to the family. They, as usual, were cautious about saying any thing concerning it in her presence, and I know that I did not speak

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greatly agitated, shrieked and hallooed, clapped her hands, and shouted, "Wallace' Wallace! see how he goes"-with various other exclamations, manifesting her alarm at the danger to which the person mentioned was exposed from the storm. She swooned away, and remained insensible for some time. When she spoke, she reverted to the subject of the storm which had then passed over, and declared that she had seen me exposed to it, and in great danger. The family tried to convince her that it was probably not the case, as I expected to remain at home to repose, after sitting up the pre

of nothing else, when free from the spasms, which came on in rapid and alarming succession. So soon as I came into the room she seemed delighted to see me, and described the excruciating agony which she had suffered while Wallace was exposed to the storm. It may be well to remark here, that soon after she assumed the name of Roberta Bruce, she conferred on me that of Wallace. The accuracy of her accounts of the events of this day, her precision as to the time, shook my faith in the doctrine of the senses being the sine qua non to intelligence. But I ultimately accounted for it as I have done for similar things connected with dreams. As great dreamers are always dreaming, it is not strange that they should sometimes dream of actual occurrences. As she, about that time, was always apprehensive for me when absent, it is not strange that the terrors of a storm should have excited her vivid imagination to a perception of occurrences which in themselves were highly probable. As I had many patients, it was quite likely that I should be riding, and might be exposed to the storm; from which I should, of course, endeavor to escape by hard riding. As the distance was not more than five or six miles, and the storm extended to both places, it is not so remarkable that her agitation should have commenced at the precise time of my exposure.

I have selected these from a great variety of other

strange things, which were witnessed in the progress of this incomprehensible disease. If my solutions be not correct, let others find better. The facts are irrefragable, and can be established by the best testimony under oath.

After spending a night in this way, she would some-
times rise in the morning, dress herself, and go into
company as if well. Sometimes, in the midst of con-
versation, she would be seized with a cataleptic fit, and
whether standing, sitting or reclining, she remained in
the position which she occupied at the moment of at-
tack. Her eyes were generally fixed immoveably, with
that pcculiar expression which I have attempted to de-
scribe in the preceding part of the protracted history of
this case-her respiration suspended, and her muscles
rigid. The peculiar characteristics of catalepsy were
strikingly manifested at this period of the disease: the
limbs, though rigid, were moveable--you might bend
the arm, extend it, place the hand to the chin, forehead,
or any other part of the body, and there it would re-
main during the paroxysm-the whole body could be
made to assume the appearance of statuary, of which
it was the finest model I have ever seen.

Towards the middle of May, all the symptoms of the disease became milder; and some time in that month she came on a visit to my house, where I had for many days an opportunity of watching the changing phases of the disease. There was still an unnatural vivacity about her. She seemed, as she expressed it, "inebriating at the living spring of bliss, while reeling through a wilderness of joy." The case had excited great interest in the country, and visitors of all descriptions daily called to see her. Most of the physicians of the country, and some from a distance, saw her. Clergymen, lawyers, and judges were often with her, and were sometimes instructed, and always amused, unless something was said to draw from her that keen, biting sarcasm, which none who have felt can forget. I have seen her in conversation with many talented men of the various professions of this country, and her colloquial powers were such that she never for a moment hesitated for a word or an idea on any topic that was started; and I have never known her, in a single instance, defeated in discussing any subject. If she did not by her ingenuity turn the argument against her opponent, she would by her vivid flashes of wit, cast such ridicule upon him that he was soon discomfited. I have seen persons, who have smarted under her keen satire, on account of some peculiarity or some foible, hide their heads, or slip out of the way, to avoid her observation; she was certain to perceive it, and to sub-frame of mind to a consciousness of what passed in the ject them to the severest chastisement that tongue could inflict.

These attacks were alternated with others which were convulsive, in which the body was contorted into a variety of shapes. The trains of ideas succeeding these two forms of the disease, were as separate and distinct as those of two different persons. For instance,-after recovering from a cataleptic fit, she would resume the discourse which she had been engaged in after a former attack, without seeming to perceive that there had been any interruption to it. Sometimes she would be seized in the midst of a sentence, which she would, after the attack, complete with grammatical accuracy. After the attack of convulsion, she would, in like manner, resume the train of conversation peculiar to that attack. And what is remarkable, you never could bring her in one

other. I have often heard her criticise with severity,
and ridicule the ideas and expressions attributed to her
under such circumstances.

After some abatement of the symptoms she was
moved home, a distance of three or four miles. Here the
disease returned very much as it had been at my house,
and continued, in spite of all the remedies prescribed
by myself and various other physicians, until the 22d
of July. About a fortnight before that day she observed
to me, that I had frequently proposed to extract a ca-

Unfortunately, during this period of high mental excitement, a ball was given, and she of course invited; for, what beau who hoped for future ease in society, would dare to withhold an invitation from one who could wither him into nihility by her sarcasm and wit, which she would not have hesitated to publish in the paper of the town? nor would the editor have dared to refuse publication. I used every argument, and worked every kind of traverse to counteract her intentions of attend-rious tooth of her's: that it had been revealed to her ing the ball, but all in vain. She dressed herself in the gayest and most fantastic attire that she could procure, and in all the dignity and state of a queen,* went to the ball. She was an object of admiration, not only on account of the great notoriety which she had acquired, but the vivid scintillations of her wit, which seemed to enliven the whole assembly, and the ludicrous attitudes in which she placed some of the dandies and coquettes who were present. She indulged not only in dancing, but in the rich and savory viands that were offered-and on her return to my house she soon relapsed into her cataleptic state. Night after night have I watched by her bedside-often without sleeping a wink. Sometimes I would fear, much as I had become accustomed to the various changes of her disease, that life was almost extinct; and just as I thought my fears were about to be realized, she would revive, and entering into the most lively conversation, would keep me and the attendants convulsed with laughter. *The excitement of preparing, dressing, &c. for the ball, had

induced a return of this hallucination.

that if she would have it drawn on the 22d day of July,
precisely at three o'clock, (I think that was the hour,)
it would instantly relieve her; but that it would be
dangerous to draw it at any other time. I could not
possibly prevail on her to consent to an earlier period,
and she often seemed alarmed lest I should attempt it
forcibly, declaring that it would kill her. Before the
arrival of the day, we determined to muffle the clock,
the ticking of which, though in the room below her
chamber, often alarmed her; and I directed the family
to set it back, if any accident should prevent my arri-
val before the appointed hour. I, however, arrived
before that hour; when I went into the room, she
seemed agitated, but resolved to submit to the opera-
tion. When the hour arrived, she permitted me to
examine the tooth, &c. When all was ready for
the operation, she swooned off, and I extracted the
tooth without difficulty. She laid a short time in
the swoon, which terminated in a convulsion. So soon
as she opened her eyes, she expressed great relief;
looked more composed than I had before seen her-in

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the course of an hour she called for her work, and from | put on paper. I told her one day that she was an angel, that time forward attended to it and her studies, as and she laughed at me for my folly. I deserved it. But if they had never been disturbed. She never had any whether she laughed with me or at me, it was the same return of the disease that I heard of. She married a music to me. I was infatuated, just as a great many worthy gentleman four or five years since, and is the striplings of eighteen are, when they dream every night mother of one or two children. of pretty faces and bright eyes. We grow older, and I will only add one other remarkable circumstance to perhaps wiser-but the wisdom that comes with years this extraordinary case, that physiologists, phrenolo-is not happiness. gists, the disciples of animal magnetism, and others, may be better able to reconcile it to their various theories. Soon after she had resumed her usual occupations, she found the manuscripts which had been locked up in her bureau. She happened to take up first, one of the lighter production: after glancing at it, she ran off to her older sister, and told her that she had found some love letters of another sister, which were the rarest productions she had ever seen-and urged her to read and enjoy themtatingly towards my home. with her. Of course she never was undeceived, and is to this day, no doubt, unconscious of having written them, as she is of every thing else that transpired in her cataleptic state.

A STRAY LEAF

M.

I must not moralize,-unless I want to be sad. I told Katrinah I loved her. She blushed a little, and turned away with a laugh. What thoughts passed in her mind I cannot tell. The next moment, I saw her in the topmost boughs of a cherry tree, plucking the blushing fruit and throwing it in the apron of a younger sister, who stood beneath her. She never looked lovelier. "I must win her or die," said I to myself, as I walked medi

Poetry and love are Siamese twins. My passion betrayed me into rhyme. That night I paced my room till long after the ghostly hour of twelve, while my thoughts were as busy as a bee in selecting loving words, and arranging them in forms poetical. The result of my toil was some half dozen amatory stanzas, written in a stiff, positive copy hand, upon doubtful pink paper, folded in a love-letter style, and addressed to Katrinah. I felt very solemn as I impressed the seal with the image of a heart, stuck through with an arrow from the quiver of Dan Cupid,-for thus, thought 1,

FROM A BACHELOR'S NOTE-BOOK.* thus, oh cruel Katrinah! have you impaled my heart;

"I was only eighteen, Katrinah was one year my junior, and never had I met with such a laughing, romp. ing, mischievous she-devil as that Dutchified English girl. Her father was an Englishman, as poor and as proud as a Spanish Don; but the business qualities of her German mother were of such a character as kept pinching Want at arm's length, though Poverty was a constant inmate of her dwelling. Katrinah had a superabundance of vivacity, but how she came by it, I never could guess; for her father was grave, and her mother was German. So it was, however. Nature is a little capricious sometimes, and occasionally plays as strange pranks as Dame Fortune herself.

I have been thinking, that at eighteen the imagination is apt to overbalance the judgment, and unless checked by chance or circumstance, plays the devil with one's wits. It was so in my case. I very foolishly fell in love. Katrinah's clear, musical voice, with melody in its every modulation, whether it were mocking the birds in the spring time, or ringing with wild laughter, became to me a joy,-and its tone haunted alike my sleeping and my waking moments. Without flattery, she might have been called a very pretty girl. I shall not describe her-for her sunshiny face, her dazzling blue eyes, and her rich red lips,-these can never be

⚫ We select this sprightly article from the "Pittsburg Saturday Evening Visiter," with the charitable intent of putting our readers into a good humor, if perchance any thing in our pages should have inclined them to sadness. If they do not smile at the Bachelor-poet's Courtship, we have conceived altogether erroneously of our own organ of mirthfulness. By the way, the Visiter, from the taste and ability with which it is conducted, affords gratifying proof that the Muses are not without a plea. sant dwelling place even amidst the din and smoke of the American Birmingham.-[Ed. Sou. Lit. Mess.

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and no hand but yours can heal the wound. But the madrigal-here it is:

Unkind art thou, Katrinah!-yet

My love is still the same,

As fervent as when late we met-
For time may never tame
The flame that glows within my breast,
Nor hush this throbbing heart to rest,

While I can breathe thy name.
Thy name!-it is a magic word
By which the founts of love are stirred.

Thine image, dearest! is enshrined
Within my youthful heart,
And stamped so deeply on my mind
It never can depart!

I might, perchance, have loved thee less
But for that winning gentleness

So purely free from art

"Twas that which won the heart that ne'er
Had worshipped aught that grovels here.

No image upon earth but thine

Had tempted me to kneel,
A worshipper at Beauty's shrine,
To breathe of what I feel.

I might have mingled in the dance,
And coldly met the warmest glance
That woman's eyes reveal,
For never could I bend the knee
To less than I behold in thee!

Thine is the beauty of the soul,
A something undefined,-
A loveliness which might control,
Or tame the sternest mind!
And what thou art, Katrinah! be-
From passion's taint and folly free-
Still gentle, artless, kind-
Seeming like one of heavenly birth,
Too brightly beautiful for earth.

The wing of Thought that broods o'er thee,
Dear girl! may never fold;

And though Life's path to me should be
All desolate and cold,

"Twill still be cheered by memory's light,
For ever, with the spirit's sight,

Thy form shall I behold
Flit dim before me in the hush

Of twilight, till sweet tears shall gush.

And though my love should be in vain,
I cannot love thee less-

Nor break in twain the silken chain

Which thine own gentleness
Hath woven round my youthful heart;
Its links alone with life will part-
Oh, dearest!-might I press
My burning lip to thine, and tell

My quenchless love!-'tis vain!-farewell!

"This," thought I as I passed along in the cool night air, and beneath the still and holy stars, to deposit my letter in the post-office, "this must reach her heart. It is not made of iron, nor of stone, nor of wood. It is flesh and blood; it can feel; it can throb; it can melt; and it will when she reads my poetry." Happy in this belief I turned homeward, and with a mind in some degree tranquillized, soon sought and found the land of dreams.

Two days had looked out upon the world, traced their eventful history upon the page of time, and gone down to the ocean of the past. I stood with a flushed brow and a beating heart in the presence of Katrinah. She was alone, and laughing yet. "Oh," she exclaimed as her roguish blue eyes looked laughingly into my face, "I thought you were dead. I received a copy of your will yester-mornin', for which papa had to pay a How he did swear!-the naughty man! How could you forget to pay the postage? But then the joke was worth a fip."

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"The joke," stammered I, coloring still more redly than before-" the joke, Katrinah,—I don't know what you mean."

“Oh, don't you?" replied she, half interrogatingly, half affirmatively. "Why is'nt it a capital joke that you should think you are a poet, and is'nt it a better one yet that you should fancy yourself in love?" and her clear laugh rang wildly out upon the air, startling the birds from their nests for half a mile round, and giving dame Echo a silvery tone which she repeated again and again as if reluctant to yield the gladsome melody. I was abashed. Can it be possible, thought I, that my poetry has not touched her heart. Oh dear! and I sighed audibly. "You did'nt like my poetry, then?" at length I inquired, as soon as I could recover my wits sufficiently to speak.

"Like it!" echoed she, "certainly-it's capital for curl papers!"

ear, mocking my hopes, and sounding, despite its merry tones, like the death dirge of my expectations.

I went home. Gradually as I walked I nursed my wrath, till I had brought it to a proper vigor. I thought of my crushed hopes-but such, said I, are the lot of humanity. I thought of my slighted love. This, philosophy, I deemed, might enable me to bear. I thought of my despised, tattered and twisted poem-and my anger grew apace. I reached my chamber, and with an energy that would have startled me an hour before, I threw my coat upon the bed, tore off my neckcloth, opened my shirt bosom, drank a glass of gin and water, and seized my pen. "I will be revenged," cried I. "The trollope!-the vixen !-the slut!-the-thebaggage !"-and I rattled off a round volley of titles, none of which could be considered complimentary ; while some of them, which I write not here, were equivalent to an impeachment of her maidenly integrity. "I'll write a satire upon her"-and my hand was laid vindictively upon a quire of foolscap. I spoiled two sheets of it in scribbling the following execrable doggrell, which I considered at the time an amazing fine specimen of poetry. I was only eighteen, then-nor did I furnish the only instance in which authors have vastly over-rated their own productions.

Beware!-and never trust the smile
That plays around Katrinah's lips;
Its fascination may beguile,

But he whose gaze doth linger, sips
A fiery poison that will burn

His soul to cinder!--foul deceit
Lurks in Katrinah's smile-then turn,
Or perish by the glance you meet!

Oh, never trust Katrinah's word!-
The witching music of her voice,
Sweet as the song of Eden's bird,

With its beguiling note decoys
From peace, and hope, and happiness,
Till quiet is a thing forgot,-
To wo, and want, and deep distress,
To death, to hell,-oh trust it not !-

Oh never trust Katrinah's love!

A deadly serpent lurks beneath
Its shining veil-let that remove

And it will sting you to the death!
Oh trust it not!-'twill turn to hate--
'Twill shroud your soul with dark despair--
Fly from it-ere it be too late--

The fair coquette !--"as false as fair!"

Be free--nor bend your soul to her-
Let not her spells be round you thrown;
I'd rather meet the sepulchre,

Than trust her love, her smile, her tone.
Be free--and let thy spirit dare

To rise above her winning arts,
To break away from every snare

She spreads to capture human hearts!

I looked up. There was my poem sure enough— torn into strips, around which were twisted Katrinah's Anthony Thompson did not take the advice that I beautiful auburn locks. Just over her forehead I read, gave to myself in particular, and every body in general, "desolate and cold ;" while on her dexter temple, where in the above lines. He fell in love with Katrinah-the blue veins showed distinctly through the transparent and wooed and won the girl from whom I could obtain skin, rested a fragment of my epistle, on which I could nothing more serious than a laugh. Katrinah did not see nothing but the words "in vain." They are omi- poison him. She used my last poem as she did my nous, thought I, of my love. first, only she kept it for her wedding day, as if reserv"Katrinah," said I at length, with a hesitating voice.ing it for that very purpose. When I last saw her she She has gone-but her laugh was flung back upon my laughed about it, and I had the good sense to laugh