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By Lizzie.
LIKE some vague phantom, dim and dread,

Haunting thine onward way,
With fearful form and shrouded head,

Thy future seems to-day.

But look above, O shrinking heart,

Through golden rifts, – the sun ! See how the shadows swift depart,

When faith's sure race we run !

Not aimlessly the future fills

Our oftimes bitter cup ; It is our Father kind who wills

That we should drink it up.

And he will aid us as of old,

When One in anguish sore Prayed that the cup might pass. Behold!

God strengthened him the more.

haughty Fashion, while he would invite the Graces to superintend the minutest matter.

Do the household fairies haunt your new abode? Did they come with the old books and pictures and pots of flowers ?

Now, reader mine, we may never know whether these questions have yes or no for the answer, so let us please ourselves with the affirmative side. We will fancy that everything within those Gothic walls has been touched by Beauty, Grace, and Comfort, and that Harmony presides over all. We will fancy the household fairies tripping about in every room, with whole troops of them frolicking in the study. They doubtless nestle in the cushions of Mrs. Stowe's chair, or whisk airily among the papers on her writing-table. They are familiar fairies, the same kindly little sprites who helped on in the “House and Home Papers," by the inspiration of their mute presence.

Now I am aware that the establishment has a master, and that, according to strict etiquette, I should speak of it as belonging to Professor Stowe; but the learned gentleman is to me quite a mythological character, and the sons and daughters are as but dim, shadowy visions, not half as real as the household fairies flitting about Mrs. Stowe's easy-chair. Mrs. Stowe is an actuality ; everybody knows her and loves her. We know her love of humanity, her lofty patriotism, her religious fervor, her kindly sympathies, her moral courage, and her fine imagination. We blend all these attributes in our ideal of Mrs. Stowe, and admire her accord. ingly. To the world, the woman and the author are one.

Heaven bless her in both relations!

Therefore, I shall continue to call it Mrs. Stowe's cottage, without reference to the other dwellers therein, whether real or imaginary; and after all, in doing so I shall but follow the fashion of the mul. titude, who will look upon it and cry, " There is Mrs. Stowe's beautiful cottage!"

So thou, dear friend, shalt stronger grow,

While life's full measure proves His constant care as on ye go.

God chastens whom he loves.

Then through all tears and dreary pain,

Lift trusting eyes to him;
Thy loving heart, be sure, again

Shall sing its triumph-hymn!
Gallatin, Tenn., June, 1864.

NAMELESS GRAVES.
By Mrs. Dell A. Curtiss.
WHILE bugle-notes may gayly sound

Their call to scenes of duty,
The hearts that lie beneath the mound

Shall thrill no more to beauty,
Though banners bright may proudly wave,

O'er fields bedecked with glory, They oft must droop above the grave

That tells no earthly story.

Yet sweetly rests the warrior there,

Afar from kindred loving,
Though mourning ones, in sad despair,

No longer wait his coming.
While loving hearts alone may tell

How brave the heart that slumbers, His deeds are known; his name shall swell

The roll that heaven numbers.

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THE LITTLE BROOK.

VANITY OF ANCESTRAL PRIDE.

THE LITTLE BROOK,

sacred pool when the healing spirit had By Cousin Maggie,

stirred it; the sweet hymn floats away It has never had another name since in the woodland isles, the birds echo it, these green hills were inhabited. Yet, and the sweet, wild winds rustle the shinthough its size is diminutive, it teems with ing leaves. Nature joins in the song of associations, and every gurgle of its shin- joy and thanksgiving. It is a lovely dell, ing waves tells a story sweet to me. fitted by its quiet for the sacred rite. I Since childhood, my home has been upon do not like the marble font under the its wooded banks, and it has been a wit- pulpit, nor the rushing dark river for this ness of my purest joys and deepest sor- pure service; but all cannot have the rows; and now my heart turns to its bor- clear woodland pool, troubled by nought ders, and I know no home like that of but the singing birds — God's choir my childhood. The Little Brook rises in and the balmy breeze, - God's breath. the northern part of our town, and trickles away, soon joined by other threads of VANITY OF ANCESTRAL PRIDE. silvery moisture, until, fairly started on If nobler sentiments than the following, its way to the Deerfield, Little Brook which were uttered by Daniel Webster, creeps along, now under half-decayed ever fell from human lips, we have yet to trees, over which the “ tizzy-wizzy" winds see them. They are, indeed, pearls of its slender vines and hangs its pearly ber- the rarest value, which should be cherishries, now under huge moss-covered rocks ed in every heart of hearts by every one. overgrown with squirrel’s-rice and lady's- ** It is only shallow-minded pretenders sorrel, dashing noisily over ragged rocks, who make distinguished origin either a or spreading out into miniature lakes, in matter of personal honor or reproach. A whose crystal waters the trout have their man who is not ashamed of himself need hiding-places. Over all, the green old not be ashamed of his early condition. It forest-trees clasp hands and catch the sun- did happen to me to be born in a log-cabbeams on their crests, shivering them to in, raised among the snow-drifts of New atoms. A bridge perhaps two yards wide Hampshire, at a period so early that, when spans the stream near the centre of the the smoke first rose from its rude chimney town; and just below, the waters are and curled over the frozen hills, there was gathered into a basin eight or ten feet in no similar evidence of a white man’s habdiameter and half as deep, though years itation between it and the settlement on ago it was much deeper and was used as a the rivers of Canada. Its remains still baptismal font. Here, with the hush of the exist. I make it an annual visit. I carry deep wilderness " and the odor of the for- my children to it, and teach them the est' around them, the first minister of uni- hardships endured by the generation before versal salvation who preached upon these them. I love to dwell on the tender recolmountains — Rev. David Ballou — used lections, the kindred ties, the early affecto lead his willing followers for baptism. tions, and the narrations and incidents

I can imagine the scene: the trees which mingle with all I know of this primbending their lofty tops as though to catch itive family abode. I weep to think that the words of inspiration and prayer; the none of those who inhabited it are now hushed assembly, scattered upon the among the living; and if ever I fail in af. banks; the minister, his broad, uncovered fectionate veneration for him who raised it brow lifted heavenward and crowned with and defended it against savage violence and a sunbeam ; the clear, sweet pool, hold- destruction, cherished all domestic comforts ing the shadows upon its waveless breast, beneath its roof, and through the fire and waiting to receive the happy convert, blood of seven years' Revolutionary War, whose spirit had been baptized with a shrunk from no toil, no sacrifice, to serve new baptism, the love of God. “In his country and to raise his children to a the name of Christ, the Father, and the condition better than his own, may my Holy Spirit, I baptize thee!” The ruf. name and the name of my posterity be filed waters subside, as did those of the blotted from the memory of mankind!”

CANTO VII.

THE HENRIAD.

King, hero, and conqueror, nothing avail ;

Without Heaven's light you will finally fail. (From the French.)

Small are the gifts earthly honors convey
By Rev. C. F. LeFevre.

To reward human virtue; they live but a day,

A dangerous splendor that melts with a breath, Argument.

By trouble surrounded and extinguished at

death. St. Louis transports Henry IV. in spirit to

heaven and to hell; he shows him in the pal- A sceptre more lasting I come to afford, ace of destiny his posterity and the great men Not so much to instruct as your merits reward. to whom France will give birth.

Come, obey, follow me, by new paths we'll go

To the bosom of God, and your destiny know." God, the Creator, in his infinite love To soften the troubles we in this life prove,

Both at these words, ascending a chariot of Two beneficent beings bas placed here below light, To attend on our steps wheresoever we go.

Take their course through the heavens from In toil or in want we their benefit reap;

earth out of sight. The one is named Hope and the other is Sleep. Thus the lightning's sharp flash and the thunWhen to labor or thought man his powers has

der's deep roll lent,

The air traverse through and illumine the pole. Till his nerves are relaxed and his energies Thus Elijah of old and Israel's famed seer, spent,

In & cloud was upraised from this earthly Sleep comes with her poppies the loss to repair, sphere, And seal in oblivion his toil and his care.

And with fiery steeds in a car borne away, Hope inflames our desires and strengthens our Fled far from this globe and the precincts of hearts,

day, And e’en in deceiving a pleasure imparts. 'Midst those immense globes in their brilliant But when it is Heaven this passion inspires,

field She mocks not the spirit with treacherous fires. Whose distance and course are by science reThe aid and the promise she brings are secure;

vealed. She brings them from God, and, like him, she is By God himself lighted, the orb of day burns, pure.

And in regular course on its own axis turns;

In torrents unceasing it light and heat gives, Louis calls on them both to where Henry is and matter itself through its influence lives; laid,

It dispenses the days, the seasons, the years, " Come here, faithful ministers, give me your To worlds that float round it in separate aid.”

spheres; From her secret caves Sleep heard the appeal, Those planets, the subjects of equable forces,' And her steps near the soft shadows silently Are attracted at once and repelled in their

steal. The winds at her presence their breathing for. And while to each other they mutual rules give, bear;

They dispense at the same time the light they Blissful dreams, the sure offspring of Hope, receive. too, are there;

Outside of their course is a limitless space, Round the hero they hover, his senses transfix, Where matter floats in and God alone can emAnd the olive and laurel with poppies they brace. mix.

There worlds without number with suns hold

their sway. From his head Louis instantly taking his crown, Through this measureless abyss they now take On the brow of the victor himself lays it

their way. down :

In this heaven of heavens God deigns to reside, "Reign and triumph,” said he, “and fill a

And the hero here follows his heavenly guide. son's place, For only on you rests the hope of my race;

It is there that those different souls have their But a throne, 0 Bourbon, is not all that you birth, want,

That govern our bodies and people the earth; 'Tis the smallest of guerdons that Louis would and there from their earthly bondage relieved, grant.

In those regions of light are forever received.

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A Judge incorruptible here takes his seat, That law never varies; it always is pure.
And spirits immortal are placed at his feet, In the light of that law with just judgment pro-
That infiuite Being we worship unknown,

ceed; Whom with various attributes all nations own. If the Pagan acts true, be is Christiap indced." From th' empyreal he bears our disputes and

While the mind of our hero these questions reour clanıors,

volved, And with pity looks down on the long list of

And his imperfect view left the mystery 10errors. At those monstrous portraits the ignorant From the foot of the throne comes an ominous

solved, deem

sound; A resemblance complete of the Wisdom su

The heaven's and universe tremble around, preme.

Like the voice which in thunder on Sinai broke, Beside him sits Death, the daughter of Time, When God by his servant to Israel spoke. Who mortals conducts to these regions sublime, The choir of immortals keep silence to hear, The Bonzes, the Brachmans, of various creeds, And the words are repeated by stars in each Confucius' disciples at the same time he leads; sphere :Of the ancient Persians, the secret successors,

“ On the weakness of reason think not to de And still of Zoroaster the blinded professors." pend; The inhabitants pale from the regions of God made you to love him and not compresnow,

hend. Where ice-chains the waters arrest in their flow; While unseen by the eye, in your heart let him Those numberless tribes in America found,

live, Whose creeds with us numberless errors abound. The unjust he condemns, but will errors for The Dervis surprised, with a look full of pain, give. At the right hand of God seeks his prophet id Only acts that are wilful are crimes in bis sight; vain;

Mortal, open your eyes wben his sun gives you As vainly the Bonze, with his penitent look,

light." Boasts of torments endured and vows that he

In a moment removed from this heavenly place, took.

Henry, caught by a whirlwind, is carried through In a moment enlightened, with awe and in si

space lence,

To that desolate region and barren abode, They wait to receive the irreversible sentence.

The image of chaos, ere fashioned by God. God, whose infinite wisdom all causes resolves, No brilliant suns there illumined the sky, Condemns with a look, with a look, too, ab. Beneficent agents of God the Most High, solves.

In this terrible land, by angels detested, Henry could not approach that invisible throne, The germs of existence God never invested. Where the Judge makes his terrible sertences There death and confusion dominioa paintain, known;

And there undisputed and absolute reign. When God is prepared his decrees to announce, What clamor! Great God, what horrible cries ! Which rash men already have dared to pro. What billows of smoke! what fires arise !

“What monsters," said Bourbon, “ here find a “What justice," this thought passed through retreat? Henry's mind,

What sulphurous gulf opens under my feet?" “What causes for judgment will the Infinite find? Can God punish man who in darkness lies, “Those, my son, are the doors of the terrible When the light he himself has removed from his land, eyes ?

For criminals built by Justice's strong hand. Is the code of the Christian the law of his Follow me, for the doors always open are throne ?

found;” Will this hard Master judge by a law never and they enter at once on the infernal ground. known?

There Envy malignant, with eyes askanco No; God is our Maker, he our happiness seeks; lowers, He everywhere teaches, he everywhere speaks; With her foul mouth on laurels her venom she He stamps upon all hearts the law of our na- pours. ture;

The light wounds her eyes as it sparkles below,

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Sad friend to the dead, to the living a foe. That terrible truth is their punishment here;
As she Henry perceives she turns and she sighs. The veil is removed and their vices appear.
Next in order is Pride, self-conceit in her eyes; See those conquerors tremble, appalled at his
Pale Weaknees appears, her look downcast and nod,

By men counted heroes, and tyrants by God. Who yielding to Vice is to Virtue a foe. The scourge of the earth by their fury made Ambition, all gory, distractedly raves,

red, Surrounded by thrones, by tornbs and by slaver. The thunders they hurled have returned on Here Hypocrisy charms with her treacherous their head. spell;

Near them are reclined those indolent kings, Her face is a beaven, her heart is a hell. Whose sloth on the government odium brings. Her false zeal promulyes her fatal discourse, Next the king are their insolent ministers seen, And interest the last, but of all crimes the And those who for evil have counsellors been; source.

Who, corrupting the laws in their lust for the These unrestrained tyrants of mortals appear

gold, Coofused, as they see the great Henry draw The honors of Mars and of Themis have sold;

Who first by vile actions the kingdom disgraced, To him they're unknown; the impious crew

Where the rights of our valorous fathers were Nerer dwelt in that bosom to virtue so true.

placed. "What mortal,” said they, “ with that guide Are you, tender hearts, to this judgment ex80 august,

posed, Comes to persecute us in this dark abyss Who lived but for pleasure, on flowers reposed; thrust ?”

And equally void both of passion and pride,

Suffered life on the dull stream of idleness glide ? The hero amidst all these spirits unclenn

Beneficent being, by virtues surrounded, Passed slowly along where in vaults they con- Must you with the criminals here be confound

ed ? Louis guided his steps : “ Heavens ! what do I Must thirty years' life to benevolence given, see?

For a moment of weakness exclude you from The assassin of Valois ! the wretch looms upon heaven?”

me ! My father, he still holds that parricide brand, The generous Henry here melted in tears. Which the treacherous Sixteen had placed in his “If, alas, it is true, in these borrible spheres, hand,

That the numerous race of mankind must be While in Paris the temple of God is disgraced, banished: On whose altars the priesthood his image has For the sad days on earth which so quickly placed,

have vanished, While the Leaguers invoke him and Rome adds They are doomed in remediless anguish to her praise,

mourn. The torment of bell all this flattery gainsays." Would it not have been better they ne'er had

been born ? “My son,” pursued Louis, “the laws most How happy could they in the womb have er severe,

pired! To princes and monarchs are meted out here.

Or if the great God their obedience required, Those tyrants the people were called to revere; The freedom of man he had taken away, The most powerful once are the most humbled so that his commands he could not disobey."

bere. God visits the crimes that through them were • Believe not,” said Louis, " that the punishcommitted,

ment here Those they failed to avenge and those they per- Surpasses their vices, however severe, mitted.

Nor that a just God, who created mankind, Tbeir transient grandeur has yielded to death; In destroying his workmanship pleasure can Their laxury, pleasure, the flatterer's breath, find; Whose complaisant art was the conscience to His infinite love in rewards is declared; blind,

From infinite vengeance his creatures are spared. and to shut out the light of the truth from the On earth as a tyrant his name is reviled, mind.

But here as a father correcting his child;

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