"Where once the life's blood warm and wet, Had dimmed the glittering bayonet."

had taken another name, was tried as Samuel don, and, as he trusted, a felon's grave.Jones, and the case brought together a vast Such is human nature. Man carelessly feeds concourse of people of both sexes. The pris- upon the fruits that hang over the churchoner was soon placed at the bar. The jury yard wall, and gathers roses from the sacred was duly impanelled. The advocate for the plainscrown was in his place. The prisoner's counsel was beside him, and the judge was upon the bench. Brown, as he entered the dock, had been so much agitated by the dread reali- The trial proceeded the evidence was ty of his guilt, and the prospect of speedy pun- strong, and the jury, without quitting their ishment, that he had not cast an eye upon his seats, pronounced the prisoner at the bar judge. He now looked cautiously at him." Guilty."

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He saw the keen eye of the judge fixed upon Guilty?" said Brown, raising to his feet, him, and started with horror. "can it be? Ah, I must die a felon's

"Oh, God!" said he, with a loud voice, death, and my poor lost wife. Oh, that pang. while the sweat rolled down his chalk-like How her tender endearments now rise up in face. "It is the murdered man! Ha! he has judgment against me; her soft words, how come to judge the guilty. See there is the they thunder upon my gloomy soul. Her forehead scarred. Ah, it was a devilish blow. smiles of beauty and innocence-great God Back, back, I say ; let the dead man look his how they sear my heart; must I then die fill. There's blood upon my hand; see there, without her forgiveness? Oh, the thought is thou unquiet spirit; that hand was reeking in torture, ay, torture as dreadful as that exthy gore; 'twas merciless when thou criedst perienced by the vilest of the damned.", out, be merciless now in thy turn, thou man Here the prisoner became unmanned, and of the spirit land." burying his face in his fettered hands, wept Here the prisoner fainted, and fell upon the like a child. The strong passion of grief A great sensation was caused in court shook the prisoner's limbs, and rattled the by this singular circumstance, and it was not chains with terrible distinctness. A short until "order" had been shouted for some time, silence ensued, and then the judge put on his that the trial was suffered to go on. It ap- black cap, and prepared to pronounce that peared that Brown's neighbors all considered awful sentence which never can be pronounchim guilty of the crime of endeavouring to ed without awakening the dormant sensibilimurder the individual named in the begin- ties of the most degraded-which none, in ning of this tale, and who was now the pre-fact, but the condemned ever hear, without a siding judge of the Old Bailey. The affida-flood of tears.

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vit was kept in green remembrance, es- Prisoner at the bar," said the judge, pecially by one old farmer in the neighbor-" stand up.' Brown rose. "What have hood of Hopedale, who had appropriated you to say why sentence of death should not Brown's farm to his own use, and who con- be pronounced against you?" said the judge, stantly watched for the murderer's return, for continuing his remarks. A slight rustling he knew human nature so well as to be cer- noise was now heard at the bar, and a female tain that no wretch can be so callous as to in widow's weeds leaned her head over to forget the spot sacred to childhood, innocence, speak to the prisoner.

and early love. The robber seeks his home, "Stand back, woman" said a self-sufficient the murderer seeks the shades of his once hap- tip-staff, who, like some of our constables, py valley, the seducer wanders amid the imagine the old adage, "necessity has no bowers where passion, like a dark and dam- law," to mean, law has no necessity." ning torrent, burst away the barriers between The woman threw back her veil, and lookhis soul and despair. The unfortunate man ig- ing the judge full in the face, said, “ May it norant of his wife's actions, and unconscious please your worship to permit me to aid my of the certificate in her possession, ignorant husband in his last extremity?" of her existence even, after a long cruise in The Earl thought he knew the face and the navy of England, returned to view the the tone of voice, and therefore commanded pleasant homestead-the green valley-the the officer to place the wife beside her husquiet hill-side, and the sunken graves of his band.

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parents and children. He had met the argus- Meg," ," said Brown, while the tears eyed speculator on his way. The old affida- streamed down his face, haggard with guilt, vit hung like the sword of Damocles over his "it is very kind of you to visit me thus. Can head, and the informer, at sunset, saw the you forgive your guilty husband?"

poor broken-hearted sailor borne away to Lon- "John," said the meek-eyed woman, as she

raised her countenance of angelic sweetness belated plough-boy shuns the spot; for many to Heaven. "I was forgiven by the Son of a whitelivered loon, if you can believe him, God-I can and do forgive you." has seen John Brown upon the hill-side, at

J. E. DOW.

The wretched prisoner fell upon his wife's the hour of dusk, with a clot of blood upon neck, and the minions of criminal law, with his hand, and a murdered traveller at his feet. faces like tanned leather, and hearts like the paving-stones before the Egyptian tombs, stood pity-struck, and waited for the end of this extraordinary scene.

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* I saw a mother weeping-dis"Woman," at length said the judge, while tortion marked her features,―pale, deathlike a tear rested in his eye, "It is my dreadful horror was on her brow-withered hopes, lot to pass the sentence of the law upon the and anguish terrible shone upon a counteprisoner. You had better retire." nance of wild distraction! I see her nowThe wife started, and looking the judge tears like dew drops roll down her faded full in the face, said, "John, Earl of――, do cheeks--convulsions seize her frame—a you recollect the parchment scroll you gave maniac shriek she utters, and swoons away. me at Hopedale?" handing, at the same time, In mute astonishment I gaze upon this agona piece of vellum to a constable, who passed ized person and almost realize her woes. I it up to his Honor. turn me away to think-and ask-Can this My noble-hearted, long-lost nurse," said be woman? What! can lovely, amiable and the judge, with a look of joy, "well do I reangelic woman be thus transformed, and made collect you and your last request, but in this in appearance so demoniac? What could case, the law must take its course. I will change her beauty into such frightfulness, and however, recommend the prisoner to mercy." produce this horrid reality? Am I deceived? "Mercy?" said Brown, "who talks of mer-No. Can it be true? I'll look again-yea, here? There is blood upon my hand." 'tis even so! Now she moves-her bosom "Silence!" said the judge; "remand the throbs-her eyes are opened, their brilliancy prisoner." is gone, and wildness alone they exhibit. The court adjourned-the prisoner guarded Through a half suppressed sigh she faintly by a throng of soldiers and tip-staffs, moved utters, My child, my child! O that I could along to his cell, and the wife followed snatch you from thy fate!' I gazed around the judge to his chambers. The next day a the room, and discovered on the table wrapped pardon for John Brown passed the scals, and in a shroud, the corpse of an infant, smiling the beginning of the week saw the husband and his noble spirited wife at Hopedale, with the judge for a welcome guest.. wore the countenance of a cherub. The imYears of peace and joyous plenty rolled on. pressions then made upon my mind will nevLong and fervently did the pardoned criminal er be irradicated. This was the only child pray fer forgiveness, and at last, in God's own of that young mother who then lay a maniac time, the bloody stain upon his hand was before me. In this once darling infant the washed away by the blood of him who died mother had placed her hopes of future bliss, on Calvary, that man might find, at last, a and thought not of death. But alas! the glorious rest in the realms of matchless beau- stern monster came and struck the fatal blow! ty, and of never-dying love. The farmer of The flower faded in the bud, and the king Hopedale, for many years, was considered of terrors was triumphant.

the examplar of the country around, and at

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even in the arms of death; it seemed of more than earthly mould, and in its dreamless sleep

last, when he died, which was shortly after Of the two ideal worlds that stretch beyond his wife had departed for another rest, he was the inch of time on which we stand, Imaginaplaced in the same grave with her, and tion is perhaps holier than memory.

over their bones a marble cenotaph was raised,

upon which was inscribed in deep and lasting tovers

Friendship is a dangerous word for young ladies; it is love full-fledged, and waiting for a fine day to fly.

The farm-house, at Hopedale has fallen in A man observing, that there was less danruins. The grey owl hoots upon its moss-ger from a wound on board a ship, when the tipped chimney. The snake rustles in the sea was rough, being asked the reason, ansgrass by the door-still; and the cricket whis-swered, because one surge-on comes after tles in the oven. At evening the truant and another exceedingly fast.

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FOR THE VISITER.

INFLUENCE OF WOMEN.

'In joyous youth, what soul hath ever known
Thought, feeling, taste, harmonious to his ear?
Who hath not paused, while beauty's pensive eye
Ask'd of his heart the tribute of a sigh?

Who hath not own'd, with rapture smitten frame,
The power of grace-the magic of a name?"

Come, Heavenly Powers, primeval peace restore;
Love, mercy, wisdom, rule for evermore."

Let the hardened sensualists laugh virtue to scorn, and seek for joy in the haunts of illicit love-let the man of the world, whose mind hourly pursues every calculation of interest, and whose dreams each night are the golden treasures of Golconda, despise what he, without The moralist may lament the depravity of doubt, will call the foolish imagination of an human nature he may paint in the liveliest enthusiast. I write not for them, but to souls and most fascinating colours the beauty and re- of softer mould; and they will believe when ality of VIRTUE--display the haggard face of I avow that I have beheld VIRTUE in a female VICE-exhibit her to our view stripped of her form, have been the delighted witness of its false and deceptive glare, in all her original fascinating influence on society, and have paid deformity; but unless some more powerful a willing homage to its power. auxiliaries are enlisted on his side, she will has been the power of an individual, what still triumph in security, and continue to defy can possibly withstand the whole sex armed the powers of reason and of truth. For these in all the loveliness of virtue, and marching on auxiliaries we need not wander into the re- conquering and to conquer?

And if such

gions of fancy, or call on "spirits of the vasty Yes I repeat, I have known the influence of deep"They are at our doors, have nurtured the propriety of principles and conduct; and us before we saw the light, are the nurses of who, that has been blessed with an acquaintance our infant years, and the loved companions of with the gentle ASPASIA, but will gladly assent our lives. In short, I would call on the fe- to its truth. Born in one of the great cities of male part of our race for their assistance in America, of parents who delighted in teaching this momentous work. Their influence on the young idea how to shoot, her mind at an society has ever been universally acknowledg-early age acquired the power of discrimination: ed, and should they with one accord join as she grew in years, she also grew in knowheartly in so great, so good a cause, nothing ledge; and she at an early age became the decould withstand that influence. If they would light of her friends, and the admiration of her not only pursue virtue themselves, but, ena- acquaintance. Whilst with true politeness moured with the beauty of holiness and truly she ever, in the trivial and common intercourse sensible of the dignity of the female character, of life, preferred the wishes of others to her give an open and decided preference to those own, and was perfectly willing to sing, to ride, who exult in virtue-what a wondrous change to talk, to sit, and converse, as the state of her in national manners would be speedily effect-companions would dictate-in matters of esed. Men, sensible that their only passport sential right and wrong, she was immovable. to the favour of the fair, was an honourable No intreaties, no artifice, could engage her to and virtuous name, would fly, as from a pes-countenance, or commit an action which that tilence, the haunts of vice and depravity, Divine Monitor, conscience, told her was where their morals are now corrupted, and evil; and nothing could deter her from pursutheir health becomes a prey to loathsome dis- ing what she was convinced was her duty. ease they would be seen the delighted com-The dignity of her deportment put insolence to panions of rational society, and the faithful the blush, and vanity became abashed in her guardians of innocent credulity. The most presence. The boldest libertine was awed lovely part of creation would also be charmed into silence, and the half-formed jest died unwith the change. They would instantly be pronounced from his tongue. Yet this was exalted to that station in society to which not in consequence of any haughtiness of mantheir influence on idolizing man justly gives ners, natural or assumed; she was ever cheerthem a claim. They would be courted with ful, easy and condescending. But she disall the ardent veneration that a pure and vir- guised not that she preferred virtue to vice, tous heart is capable of feeling; and they was a believer in the sacred scriptures, and an would rise in the idea of their fascinated lovers humble follower of Him who died for her.until they in truth beheld them but a little Possessing a person gracefully elegant, manlower than those Celestial Hosts that chaunt ners easy and polite, a countenance beaming Hosannas in the Highest Heaven; and the with sensibility and good will, it cannot be epithet of angelic, now given in derision, we supposed that she was without professed adshould scarcely doubt them entitled unto.

"Come bright improvement, on the ear of time, And rule the spacious earth from clime to clime!

mirers.. A number of gentlemen, supposed by the world to be unexceptionable, offered her their hands; but she had drawn a picture of

her intended, of which these were not the tree, and taking long strolls by moonlight. I likeness. Aspasia therefore, with great grati-suspected something of the kind, when you tude and gentleness, suppressed their hopes, gave such a glowing account of your summer but in such a manner as, while it increased their sojourn at Grove Farm; and though you said admiration and filled them with regret, left but little about a certain person you there met them without the least reason to complain, and every day; the varying colour of your cheek they became the friends of her whom they had and lighting up of your eye told more than aspired to call by a more endearing name. words. I know who is the hero of your dreams, I knew her well, was the delighted witness Sophie. Did I not see Herbert Grey kiss of her virtues; was honored with her approba- your hand last night when we came in from a tion; made happy by her friendship, and was walk on the Battery? You need not blush so admitted into her most unreserved confidence; deeply, for there is no great harm in having and although accident has drawn me from her one's hand kissed; but do you think father society, and cut me off from all direct commu- would consent to your marrying a person withnication with her-although I do no more im- out fame or fortune? I speak to warn you, bibe instruction from her lips, nor am blessed sister! I fear you are becoming too strongly with her sentiments warm and undisguised attached to him."

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from the heart, drawn in language correct and "I will never marry Herbert, or any one, impressive-I once owed much of my happi- against my father's wishes: but why should ness to her friendship, and even now thus re- he oppose it, if want of wealth is his only fault? tired, I am not without the consolation of be- You know dear Sara, I care not for splendor lieving that her heart bears testimony of my or fashion. I desire not to dwell in lofty mantruth and faithfulness, and that she would still sions, for I know that contented and happy greet with joy him she has long called her hearts are less often found there than in more friend. humble habitations; but why may not Herbert I have sometimes, in my accidental inter- become wealthy? His profession has led macourse with the world, heard her name coupled ny to honor and fortune.' with praise; and truly rejoiced on finding that| "I know it, but it requires the labor of years; she still continues her virtuous and brilliant and then he belongs to a poor and obscure famcourse, that she is the support and consolation ily, much beneath our own, which is another of the widow and fatherless, the instructor of objection. For my part I have resolved never the ignorant, and defender of the oppressed. to marry any one who is not rich. I prefer Go on, ASPASIA, thou art blessed with the ap- these lofty halls, to a lowly dwelling, this Brusprobation of Men and Angels, and hast pre-sels carpet, to a sanded floor. I would rather pared for thee in another and a better world, sit at my piano in a silken robe and gems ara Crown of Eternal Glory. rayed, than sing at a wheel like Rogers' Lucy— and apron blue.' From the Repository. I think a walk up Broadway or a call at Stewart's would suit me better than rambling the fields or milking the cows; and music at the opera or the brilliance of a ball room, is far bettable moonshine. Let others talk about counter than the singing of birds or the most delectry contentments,' but give me a city life; and I sigh for no cottage, unless it be a cottage ornee, where I might go with a pleasure party to kill a few of the longest and warmest summer days. Now you look upon me so pitiful; as though you thought I had not chosen the better part;' but do hasten to the window! quick sister! for here is Grant with his grays, in an elegant new chariot. There, he sees me, and is kissing his hand. Now he stops,

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THE SISTERS,

BY MISS M. A. DODD.

Sketching Sophie? beg pardon for looking over your shoulder! but what have you here? something very pretty; also very rural and romantic: verses too, underneath! I did not know you were a poetess—

A cottage white and lowly

Blest with affection holy

A wild vine clambering o'er it,
And a green grass-plot before it--

Such be my home,

Roses the lattice twining,
The sunbeams through them shining,
'A wild vine clambering o'er it,
And a green grass-plot before it--

Such be my home.

'In russet gown

He is a

and will wish me to ride of course. foolish dandy, and I do not like him overmuch; but he is worth his thousands, and I shall soon have him at my feet. Dry your eyes Hum-nonsense-love in a cottage-as Mr. now, my dear little sister, and give me a kiss: Cophagus would say. This comes of visit-I am sorry to have made you weep, but all I ing country cousins, reading novels under alsaid was meant for your good. I will say nothing