"Ulric," said Therese, with returning composure, as Ulric's passionate importunity demanded the exercise of all her self-control "would you have me renounce the affectionate confidence of my dear father? Would you see him curse the child who had betrayed and dishonored him-would you have me become a mark for the scorn of all whose esteem I value and enjoy. O! no, you could-not-you, so generous, so noble. and so just; then why urge me to that which can only end in disgrace and misery to us both? You know, that while another lives "She lives for me no longer," exclaimed Ulric with frantic vehemence in his tone and gesture "Therese, I would-not do aught to wound your peace of mind—I would not dim by a breath the fame of her whose soul is the reflection of all that is pure and fair and estimable. No! not for worlds of wealth-no, not for an eternity of bliss. But if thou wilt confide in me, whose honor has never yet been impugned - if, loving, as thou art beloved, thou wilt flee with me, I swear, by all that man holds sacred, that ere to-morrow's sun hath set, thou shalt become my true and acknowledged bride."

So saying, Ulric again pressed Therese's hand with impassioned ardor to his lips, but she made no reply, while her tears flowed without intermission.

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Therese," pursued Ulric in a subdued voice, "there is no time to be lost. Already I hear and as he spoke the door was opened, and colonel Rimbert stood before him, with a letter which he informed Ulric he had been requested to deliver to him immediately.

Ulric hastily broke the seal, and glanced over its contents--then handed it to the colonel with an air of calm satisfaction.

It was from the physician who had attended Bertha during her late illness, and announced her death, which had been anticipated for some days by those who were acquainted with the circumstances to which it was generally ascribed.

We have little more to add, but that little involves a question of the gravest importance. Many, whose scruples, though the offspring of a too refined and sensitive imagination, are deserving of consideration and respect, may feel certain painful misgivings at the close of our narrative. Is it consistent, they will demand, with nature-to say nothing of the canons of that ideal justice which belongs to the classical eras of antiquity, or to the exclusive jurisprudence of romance—is it consistent that the gentle, innocent and confiding Therese should voluntarily bestow her heart and hand on one like Ulric Koffmann, debased by crime in will, if not in deed? We answer this appeal unhesitatingly and fearlessly in the affirmative. Woman, self-sacrificing-persistent in charity-deriving her estimate of man's virtue from the unblemished purity of her own mind; ever willing to extenuate, ever reluctant to condemn the guileless and unoffending seraph who can weep over a fallen angel needs no great show of argument to acknowledge that the object of her sympathy is " more sinned against than sinning." And while to establish the consistency of the characters we have endeavored to portray, we would-not, for one instant, be the apologists of rude and lawless passion, or solicit sympathy for hím who is hurried by its overwhelming influence into the darkest abyss of depravity, still, we cannot with due regard to truth and candor but admit, that Ulric Koffmann,

witl i all his errors, his follies and his crimes—vices he had none-has a claim upon the forbearance of those who, having loved with the passionate fervor of imaginative youth, can appreciate the agony of having the heart's tenderest flower destroyed in it s bud by the secret but fatal blight of an insidious foe, or to satisfy the demands of a cold, mercenary policy of unrelenting, parental despotism.

Colonel Rimbert, with his daughter, and her now, we trust, reformed and repen' tant Ulric, embarked in the same vessel, and about four months after their arrival at La Plata, Therese was united to him; nor, with a vivid reme nbrance of his political transgressions had she ever cause to regret the wo nanly daring which prompted her to select Ulric Koffmann as her 'liege lord and I governor.' Endowed with talents of no mean order, and with energy to stimu late them into profitable exercise, Ulric applied-himself to the study of medicine, and 1 was soon distinguished, no less by his professional skill than by his generous and unwearied exertions to alleviate the sorrows of suffering humanity.

For madame Koffmann (his aunt) a less enviable destiny was reserved. The scleme so ungenerously devised to redeem the grand error of her life-her clandestire marriage with the soi-disant count, better known as captain Giltsper, had failed, and she now found-herself exposed to the perpetual extortions of a man whose profligacy she abhorred, but whose power she dared-not set-at-defiance—who pursued her wherever she went, and, by threatening to assert his legal authority over her name and fortune, eventually reduced her to comparative destitution. Thus, while lamenting her daughter's untimely death, to which she might in some measure be deemed an accessory-for it was to her influence alone that Bertha o wed her unhappy union with Ulric-she was compelled to acknowledge that, notwithstanding the distrust of timid minds, there is, for the safeguard of the soul's b right jewel-HONOR—but one safe and imperishable keeper—TRUTH.

A. A.

THE HOME VOYAGE.

With wings, like the eagle,
As fearless and fleet,
We give to the breezes,
And sunshine our sheet;
And the needle points far
On the billowy foam,
To the beauteous retreat
Of our country and home.

What lips can express

The deep feelings that start, Like waters of old

From the fount of the heart!
As the vessel pursues

Her lone track o'er the tide,
And flings the white surf
Of the breakers aside.

Hope, pleasure, and love,
Are the links of the chain
Which bind us to country
And kindred again;
And the visions of Home

That have gladden'd our eyes,

More exquisite still

To the fancy arise.

As the purple of morn

Sheds its glow o'er the sky,

And wakens delight

In the wanderer's eye,

So the first distant gleam

Of 'THE ISLE OF THE WEST,'

The impulse of rapture
Excites in the breast.

Away-o'er the foam!
With the stormy petrel!
And around us the harp

Of the breezes shall swell;
And the moon, as she glides
In the pathway of clouds,
Shall throw from her bosom
Her fairy-like shrouds.

Our affections are blended
With mountain and plain;
They form the best links
In vitality's chain;

And the shores, where the surges
Triumphantly roll,

Awake a congenial

Response in the soul.

Then, fleet as the eagle,

Pursued to her nest,

Let us turn our ship's prow

TO THE ISLE OF THE WEST;'

And as it repels

The white snow-wreaths of foam,

Rejoice on the billows

That bear us to home.

G. R. Carter.

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ADMIRAL LORD HOWE AND THE BREST FLEET;

TRAITS OF HIS CREW ON THE GLORIOUS FIRST OF JUNE, 1794.

One of the most signal victories obtained in the reign of George III., at a moment when the rivalry between France and England was at the greatest excitement, occurred between admiral lord Howe and the Brest fleet, of which report had spoken as being superior in number and appointments to any fleet which had hitherto sailed from either France or England--a fleet on whom the republican government had placed the utmost reliance, and of whose successes they felt well assured. The equipment of this vast armada was effected at a great national expense, and was fully expected to wipe-away the stain of, and take ample vengeance for the disastrous losses which the French nation had suffered in the year 1793, at which period the British cruisers had captured no less than 140 armed ships. The republican government, regarding their fleet as invincible, conceived that it was too formidable to stand the slightest chance of a successful attack from the British.

So certain, indeed, were they of overawing the British navy, that the deputies of the convention, in their address to the officers in command, and the men of this vaunted fleet, emphatically declared: "You have only to will to beat these eternal enemies these British islanders—and victory is certain. Unanimity and discipline reign among officers and men, and all are burning with ardor to meet and overthrow this vaunting enemy. Aye, disgrace and defeat await them; they will flee before you, and you will chase them even to the very mouth of the Thames." These were the words addressed by St. Andre, Breârd and Thibaudot, to the men composing the fleet. Other partisans of the convention (far outstepping the renowned prince de Joinville) pictured to them flaming accounts of the exploits of the French navy in former days, in the wonderful defeats and losses which the English had been subject to, from the superior bravery and experience of the French navy. There was nothing, truly, to object against this grand parade, except its falsehood; and the French deputies were careful not to mention such names as either HAWKE or RODNEY,, during their fine and frothy addresses, for those admirals had given the French navy such a lesson, that the recollection of their brave exploits could never be effaced by time.

They had equipped the certain intelligence had

Meantime, the British government had not been idle. channel-fleet, which lay in port during the winter until reached them regarding the movements of the French fleet. The spring arrived, but no tidings had been received of the enemy being yet at sea; but it was ascertained that they were lying snug in Brest harbour.

Lord Howe was, however, obliged at that period to set-sail, in order to convoy the West-India and Newfoundland fleet through the channel. There was also a fleet of 340 sail reported to be on their passage from America to France, richly

laden with provisions and stores, of which the republic stood in so much need, that, but for its arrival, they were threatened to be visited with famine.

Accordingly, lord Howe sailed from St. Helena, in May, 1794, with 34 sail-ofthe-line and 15 frigates, having 100 ships under his charge, bound for the EastIndies, West-Indies and Newfoundland; and it was not until he was off the Lizard that he directed the different convoys to part-company-rear admiral Mon. tague with six 74 gun-ships and two frigates accompanying them as far as Cape Finisterre, whence captain Rainer, with a 74 and 64, and five frigates was to protect them during the remainder of the passage. The channel-fleet was consequently reduced to 26 line-of-battle ships, seven frigates, with sloops, cutters and two fireships.

Admiral Howe for a while hovered about Brest, without being able to get the slightest glimpse of the vaunted French fleet; when, at length, having ordered two frigates to reconnoitre, they reported that the French squadron was still in port. Tired of waiting for them, and not wishing to remain inactive, his lordship steered at once for the track of the West-India fleet; but after cruising from the 5th to the 19th of May, without meeting with them, he returned to Brest, where, to his mortification, he learned that the French had sailed several days previously. He was moreover totally unable to ascertain their strength, or the course they had actually steered; all, indeed, which he could ascertain, was, that it was commanded by Villaret, Joyeuse and Jean Bon St. Andre, who were vested with unlimited powers.

Lord Howe having received a dispatch from admiral Montague, resolved to proceed to his station; but having received information that the French fleet were within a few leagues to the westward, he altered his course and went in search of them.

There were some excellent seamen on board the British fleet, many of whom had seen sharp service; there were likewise a great number of pressed men, but they were so well and equally distributed among the more experienced, that, finding that it was useless to bewail their fate, they gradually became more resigned to their situation, and being inspirited by the merry but resolute bearing of the veteran men-of-war, with whom they were associated, they threw-aside all regrets and became as willing and active as their heroic companions.

The difference in the mens' dispositions, manifested, indeed, in the crew of a line-of-battle ship, is almost beyond belief. For instance, on board the Bellerophon, -or, as the sailors jocosely termed her, the Belle-rough-one-there was a John Folkard, who, although one of the soberest men in the ship, always made a custom of drinking to excess as soon as an enemy appeared in sight and there was a probability of coming to action. Folkard (like another Sheridan) was then in full fighting trim as he termed it, and feared neither man nor devil, and no man knew the duties of a seaman better. At his gun he was as firm as oak; if his messmate fell by his