• Man! man! shrieked the woman wildly. Silence!' said Mr. Freeman, sternly: heed not the maddened ravings of a disappointed villain; my child—my child, look up to bless your father with a word,'

'Really, Lord Eustace—or Mr. Freeman, since I understand that is your nom de guerre I beg to congratulate you on your acquisitions:-a lady wife-no ghost, but very substantial flesh, as fair, as frail—but that's

My mother! gracious heavens! did you dress in which she had last past her husband's know her? threshold, holding the damning proof of his · I did—I was—no, I was not her friend; atrocity, in the bloodstained dagger, with ashy but-but-hark! their steps are on the stairs brow, and fixed, glazing eye, as though she -choose now, for the crisis is at hand?' even now pleaded against him in the last, Here, take the cloak and veil,' exclaimed || dreadful Judgment day of Earth. Backward Euthanasia, throwing them off; you knew rushed the horror-stricken man; the hair my beloved-my sainted mother, and will not stood erect upon his head; his failing limbs deceive her child; I trust you with my shook beneath him; and the cold sweat happiness-oh, beware! dropped from his livid brow; groans burst She retired, in deep emotion, behind the from his heaving chest, as if his agony and nothing; then there is your beauteous daughlong curtains which hung over a bay window.awe precluded words. At last, with a howlter-she will look rather coldly before comThe nun looked after her with a lingering like that of the eternally tormented, he cried, gaze of sad affection, then hastily wrapping herself in the cloak, she seated herself where Euthanasia had been; and the greyhound who, with the wondrous instinct of the dog. had, after fifteen years, recognized his long lost mistress, laid himself contentedly down at her feet.

What want ye here! ye are rotten and dead, and the earth has covered ye! What want ye here? did I not feel your last quivering convulsions!-did I not hear your latest gasp! Why do ye come to me?-1 never loved ye-it was your happy husband that I hated. What do ye here ?—I scorned The door opened, and Sir George Belsonthee-spurned thee-and trampled on thee! entered, with an eye brightened by anticipated triumph, accompanied by a man dressed in black, and an attendant. He ran forward to the supposed Euthanasia, and dropping on his knee, spoke to her in the softest tones which art or seduction could supply:

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pany, no doubt, but once’—

'Once,' said Euthanasia, raising herself with infinite dignity-' once, sir, she loved you with all the deep tenderness of a woman's heart, who pictured you as perfect as she wished you to be; but that time is past-the mask has fallen-the serpent has unrolled his hideous folds-and as I may be forgiven by my father, and my God, do I now infinitely spurn and from my soul despise thee.'

Mr. Freeman looked with parental delight upon his lovely child, now more lovely in the diguity of mind, while the eyes of the erring mother were fixed upon her, as if their straining love would survive even despair and death.

• Can this be possible?' asked Belson, in his most seducing tones; do I hear this from the gentle Euthanasia? not thus, a few ' hours since, did she repulse my love.'

Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord,' solemnly said the nun, * and I will repay it.' 'Vengeance!' howled the infuriated wretch, it is false as hell; there is no vengeanceno Lord-look at me—am not I blessed with every carthly good, and have I canted and My soul's best treasure, will you not prayed? Where is Eustace Selwyn-he who,|| forgive this feverish impatience of the heart because he was my superior and my benethat adores you? Behold this holy man,factor, I hated-where is he, the generous Euthanasia—will you not consent that he may and good-why forsaken-poor, miserable secure to me a treasure, without which life is perhaps dead-ha! ha! ha!' valueless? Oh! be above the weak scruples No, unhappy man,' said the man who had It is most true,' replied the noble girl, of your sex, and trust yourself to one who been named as Mr. Freeman, entering and firmly, that love was then my glory, for I will shrine you in his heart of hearts! If coming slowly forward- No! Eustace Sel-thought you worthy of it; now it is my shame make you not now irrevocably mine, I feel wyn lives, to pity thee-to tell thee that, and sorrow, that ever the whiting of the that I shall forever lose you. My sister wronged and wretched as he has been, he has sepulcher could have hidden its foulness from urges on the one hand-your father denies never been unsupported by his God, nor ine. Man, hear me repeat, that I willingly his consent on the other; Euthanasia, I will deprived of an unstained conscience;-he and forever renounce you that I cast you not survive your loss, and my blood will be lives to tell thee, miserable and baffled villain, from me as a thing even too vile to trample on!' on your head if you deny my prayer.' that the hand of that all-seeing God has arHis deep voice sounded like distant music.rested thee in thy triumphant wickedness, aud all was so still when he ceased that ancient and shielded the innocent with its buckler chaos seemed to reign throughout the apart of power.' ment. Alas! there were two beating hearts there, whose wild pulsations almost stopped the breath of life.

• You do not speak-oh! let me read this gentle silence as a soft consent; give me your hand—it trembles, love-Euthanasia, can you fear to trust me? then hear me, eternal heavens, aud so judge me God, who reignest there, if I have in aught deceived, or falsely spoken-if ever to mortal being breathed before these words of passion, may the grave give up its mouldering dust, and the long buried dead appear to blast me!'

A noise, as of a heavy fall, interrupted the words of Freeman; he and the half fainting nun rushed towards the curtains, and the father lifted and brought out the insensible form of Euthanasia. Like a crushed flower she hung over his arm, her long dark hair streaming around her, as in sorrow; and while the anguished mother bent over her in speechless woe, a strong resemblance could easily be seen between their pallid faces. Sir George Belson, who had overcome the belief that he beheld the dead, struggled to assume again his daring audacity, and in satanic tones addressed the group

His hand was on the veil as he spoke; that and the cloak dropped at the moment, and This is really a very dramatic performance; the wretched victim of his guilt stood before relationships are fast springing up between him, as if his awful adjuration had been heard us. I am disappointed in establishing a very at the dread tribunal of God, and the earth tender claim to that young lady's regard, so given up its prey to confront him in his perhaps I may be more successful in claiming blasphemy. There she stood, in the very la title to her respect as a father.'

There was the conviction of truth in her

words and manner; muttering a deep curse, Belson rushed from the room.

Lord, now lettest thy servant depart in peace,' sighed the erring woman, as she fell staggering to the floor. The strength of purpose, which had hitherto upheld her, now failed, and long worn and exhausted nature sunk beneath the tension; her mission was fulfilled; her penitence accepted; and the angel of mercy was rapidly loosing the earthly cords which held her struggling spirit from its rest.

Mr. Freeman and Euthanasia ran to support her; she looked up with a dying smile—

To die thus, is to be most blessed-can'st thou forgive me, Eustace ?'

Forgive thee, Eloisa-aye, as thine eternal Judge has forgiven thee. My child, kneel for your mother's blessing.'

My mother! Oh God! must I find her but to lose her-live-live, oh, injured saint ! live, as now, to guard and save your child.'

It was over; the dying sinner had entered into peace. Over the agony of the bereaved child we throw a veil; it was long ere she would be torn away from the pale corpse.

husband-my child-now again I dare to call | crevices where centuries ago the waters were tering in the morning sunshine-was all that them so-one last embrace-may the eternal playing ;-but which now look down upon the|| fell upon the eye beyond the city. Business Lord of Heaven pardon my sins, and bless-stream as it frets and boils away below. The was tugging away in the streets below-odd bless—bless my’— hills which line the valley are covered with|| looking carriages rattling along--and the pines, and the other adjacent scenery stands costume of the inhabitants was so unique, forth original and unmarred. Finally, Cla-that spite of the presence of the Genius, we verack Falls booms away in solitude, without burst out into a good hearty roar of laughter. one sound of civilization to break in upon the Now if this don't cap all,' said I-' and if grandeur of its own roar. it is'nt a dream I'll go ashore, any way,' when a look of reproof from the guide chased the smile from my countenance, and all was silent again.

Mr. Freeman having sought and found his terrified, sobbing, miserable wife, brought her to the scene. It was an awful contrast between the besmeared face, torn finery, and agitated sobs of the silly votary to folly, and the silent ashy corpse of her who had paid its || fearful penalty. He took a hand of each, and spoke to them solemnly

cold remains of all that was once lovely, happy, and innocent-ask them to reprove your maddening folly. Go each to the solitude of your chamber, and commune with your own heart in stillness; learn that the wages of sin is death, and pray that God may keep you out of temptation.'

COMMUNICATIONS.

As we were sitting upon a large flat stone, viewing the dash of waters from on high, we were interrupted by the bursting and cracking away of roots, and turning, saw a lofty regal- Look,' said the Genius, and tell me what looking pine which stood on the hill, tottering, you see,' and striking his staff upon the roof and trembling, until finally snapping away, it of the edifice, we were surrounded by a vast turned its green summit into the vale below; world of water. As far as the eye could 'Let not this dreadful lesson be lost; when suddenly up rose from the moist earth,|| reach, not an object was abroad to greet it, behold the end of vanity and pride; there where it was, the Genius of the Woop, and but all was one still, silvery sheet, with the kneel beside that lifeless clay, and ask those || stood before us. He wore a beautiful garland || splendor of the rising sun flashing along its of wild flowers upon his head, and a chaplet || surface. The only thing visible around us, of pine and maple leaves were girded about was the clear blue sky where it stooped his loins. His feet were clad with the skin down and touched the waters. It seemed the of the deer, and in his right hand he held an death of nature-and we almost wondered oaken staff without a knot to mar the smooth-why the sun, too, did not pause along the ness of its surface. He looked beautiful afar skies, and the blue curtain roll itself upup on the height, with the cool breath when we were broken in our meditations by of morn stirring through his garland of the voice of the Genius. flowers, and his staff stretched out to its Hark,' said he, thou hast seen the situautmost length. While we were gazing upon tion of this spot previous to the flood-what him, he gave a spring and caught upon thea metropolis stood here-the vast number of slender, lofty rock, that rears its gray form inhabitants which peopled it; and thou hast near the Falls, and which runs up to a peak, scarcely broad enough for the foot of a human being. He sprang on the top of this, balancing upon one foot, and spread forth his brown limbs, at the same time keeping his fiery eye intently fixed upon us. Returning to the shore, he struck the earth with his staff, when serpents of all species came forth at his They coiled themselves round his limbs in countless numbers, their forked tongues playing like small flames around their mouths. It made the cold chills dart through us, as these chilly monsters, fresh from the earth, wound slowly round his body with their revengeful hissings. He gave the earth another blow with his staff, and quick as thought they all glided away to their den.

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The Genius of Claverack Falls. "I LOVE the roaring waterfall,

Within some deep, romantic glen!'-DR. Raffles.

THE stars stood forth still and bright in the heavens, as a friend and myself started, early one spring morning, to view this romantic spot. When we arrived at the Falls, || these celestial fires had, as it were, burned away by their own golden brightness, and save that bright luminary which always lingers ||lo! latest, faded away with all their light and bid. glory; while over the dusky sky that lined the East, a ray of morn was just breaking in, precursory of the coming sun that was to

awaken the world.

Claverack Creek is a narrow stream of water which plunges over the hills, and winds through the lawns of our county, marking out in its course the most fertile lands. At one place, after pursuing its stormy way over rocks in the wildest manner, it launches itself headlong down a precipice of above one hundred feet into a long valley below. As the beholder stands in the soft mist which falls around him, with his eyes turned upward, watching the foam and sparkles of their impetuosity, the musical roar that, sounds through the forest lulls him into a state of mental abstraction, and he stands delighted, he knows not why. The ceaseless run of the waters have fretted the rocks away in a thousand fantastical shapes, and a deep chasm already appears on the brow of the hill where they plunge over. It is enough to startle the spectator, as he looks upon the holes and

The Genius of the Woods again beat the earth with his oaken staff, and we sat on the roof of a beautiful building which was situated in a large city. 'Look,' said he, pointing his staff around him, what dost thou behold now?' Houses, steeples, vast congregations of people, and all kinds of splendor,' answered we. Where are those Falls that a moment ago wrapt you in meditation-look,' said the Genius, where are they? We looked through the dusty streets; but saw them not-we strained our eyes to catch some one of the pines which stood so thick around them; but they were invisible. Beautiful lawns, with clumps of tall, flowing trees-smooth hills, on whose brow splendid edifices were glit

also seen the suburbs of this city-its smooth green fields, and gentle hills that sloped away without a rugged feature in their scenery. Now behold the flood as it riscs-already is the city swallowed up, but, by the magic of my staff, this building floats with the waters, that ye may behold the drowning world. Look,' repeated he, ere I change the scene.' While we were gazing the roof began to sink into the waters. Down we hurried without strangulation, and nought but a heavy roar resounding through our ears. Soon we struck with a jar, and starting up with a thought for our preservation, we found ourselves sitting upon the rock at the base of Claverack Falls, and the Genius with his oaken staff beside us. I cast my eye up to the wild flowers upon his head, expecting to see the water dripping from them, but they were as dry and bright as ever; I then placed my hand upon my clothes, but there was nothing but a little spray which had flew from the dash of the Falls.

'Look again,' said the Genius, ' the waters have subsided, and the foundation of the noble edifice, upon whose roof we stood, is usurped by this rock, and where the waters leap in fury over those rocks, ran that broad street, where myriads of human beings were jostling about, in their warfare.' 'Fudge,' said my companion. Hark,' returned the Genius- but the deluge came and swept • This spot them away in one general ruin.

holy voice of nature in the heart of the child.

Ah! said she, how can an ungrateful child have a peaceful mind while standing at the grave of its parents!

was not always as it is now,' said he, and || oak,' but the rude blasts of adversity cannot|plaint, for she understood and revered the darting away, he was lost among the solemn old pines that stood around. We cast our eyes up to the tree which our imagination threw headlong in the valley where our guide first arose, but it stood firmly rooted to the earth shaking its evergreen summit away up on the brow of the hill.

Small Things.

scathe the desolate heart! The eye of the bravest warrior may quail beneath the terrific glance of the fierce savage, but that individual, from whom is reft an object dearer than life, shuns not the uplifted tomahawk. There is a grief which is not satiated with tears nor suffering-like the daughters of the horse- WE have often found occasion, says the Let time impress what lines it may upon leech, it crieth continually, Give, give,' and Traveler,' to notice the importance of an our hearts, they will always throb as memory is never appeased but with the life-blood of attention to small things. A glass of wine conjures up the Genius of Claverack Falls. its victim. In the solitude of the hermitage-spilled on Mrs. Masham's dress, cost Europe The roar of waters, wherever it may greet in the bustle of the multitude-amid the quiet a war. Many a slight injury, an inconsiderate our ears, will call him up; and he will beauty of the forest-in the din of the word, has cost many a man his life, and been always be in our fancy, among the wild and populous city-at the shrine of a saint-amid the ruin of the peace of many a family. The rugged scenery that we are passing. Aye-the orgies of the revelers-without regard to little contradictions which often happen bewe shall recollect him—and we will love him-vicissitude or circumstance-unrestrained by tween friends, may be slight in themselves associate him with all that is bright and the caprice or will of man-silently and when taken singly, but continued, they have beautiful—until we too shall have laid down destroyingly, it plies its malevolent energy-irrevocably severed the ties of the purest and our mortal garments, and passed away, even still onward is its desolating career. strongest friendship. As Hannah Moore says, with that city which stood before the flood. Small things, contempt, slight words, unmixed with hate, Make up in number, what they want in weight.

For the Rural Repository. Effects of Intense Grief.

R.

SORROW is multiform in kind and effects. The remembrance of slight afflictions soon fades from the memory; but there is a species of grief, which prosperity cannot heal nor sympathy assuage. Time only gives vehemence to its action. The longer its effects are felt, the more intense is the sufferingthe more distant the producing cause, the greater the mental torture—until its pressure becoming unsupportable to human endurance, its unfortunate victim sinks beneath the accumulated weight, to his only resting place the grave.

Condolence may soften, sympathy alleviate, commiseration render more tolerable the afflictions of mankind; but there are those, who care not for aught of earth—' who sorrow without hope.' To such condolence is valueless-sympathy, fuel-commiseration,

The Canary Bird.

A SMALL girl named Caroline, had a most lovely canary bird. The little creature sung from morning till night, and was very beautiful. Its color was yellow, with a black head. And Caroline gave him seed and cabbage to eat, and occasionally a small piece of sugar, and every day fresh clean water to drink.

But suddenly the bird began to be mournful, and one morning, when Caroline brought him his water, he lay dead in the cage.

And she raised a loud lamentation over the favorite animal, and wept bitterly. But the mother of the girl went and purchased another, which was more beautiful than the first in color, and just as lovely in its song, and put it in the cage.

But the child wept louder than ever when she saw the new bird.

It is so in morals, it is so in manners, it is so in all the intricacies of social intercourse and the concerns of human life. A man who has never involved himself in the enormity of crime, may ruin his reputation by carelessness and indifference to the smaller items of virtue and vice, which make a vast difference in the aggregate account. Few men have the opportunity of displaying the whole character of a gentleman in a single act, it is an attention to the smaller decencies, and civilities, and kindnesses of common and daily intercourse, which generally constitute the formation of the character. So it is in the acquisition of wealth, few of us make or lose thousands of dollars every day, but all of us acquire or spend a few cents or shillings, which in the revolution of a few seasons, conducts us to comparative affluence or poverty. And thus, to bring our short sermon to a close, the want of attention to small things may involve us in difficulties from which the endeavors of years may not extricate us.

For want of a nail the shoe was lost,
For want of a shoe the horse was lost,
For want of a horse the rider was lost,
And all for the want of a horse-shoe nail.

Striking and True story.

Grief of this kind cannot arise from minor causes. Some terrible calamity must befall some prize on which the whole affections have centered, must be torn from the grasp―the acme of the soul's desire must be found unattainable, ere all-corroding sorrow will commence its destructive course. Reason may circumscribe the channel, but cannot stay its progress. Stoicism may present an icy barrier, but it will be dissolved by the gushing stream, like the recumbent snow on the pebbly beach, by ocean's returning tide. Its course may not be headlong, it may not Two young German nobleman having findash along with the impetuosity of the mounished their College Session, resolved on tain torrent; but by a continual action, it will making together an excursion of pleasure in waste the mental energies and wear away the the Hartz mountains. Having been occupied corporeal resistances, until the mind becomes one day in a wild part of that wild district in a perforated wreck-the body a 'living skele-treated my bird unkindly, and did not do all gathering specimens of minerals, they were ton!' or the spirit returns to God, who gave for it that I could and should have done. overtaken by a storm and benighted. Having it, and the worn tenement reposes beneath Dear Lina you have always taken care of it lost their way they wandered about for some the clods of the valley. Wherever its progress dilligently! hours, when, wet and cold, they came to the is traced, no calamity that can befall-no O no, replied the child, a short time before ruins of an old castle, where they entered to bereavement, however worthy of regret, can its death I did not bring to him the piece of try and find shelter for the night. In a lowadd to its desolating effects. The eye of the sugar which you gave me for that purpose, vaulted room they were surprised and alarmed disabled elephant winces not under the deadly but ate it myself. Thus spake the girl with a to find the embers of a fire still burning. aim of the merciless huntsman. The swift sorrowful heart. Fearing robbers, they agreed that one should lightnings of Heaven may rive the gnarled] But the mother did not smile at this com- watch while the other slept; and, loading a

And the mother was greatly astonished,
and said, My dear child, why are you still
weeping and sorrowful? Your tears will not
call the dead bird into life, and here you have
one which is not inferior to the other!
Then the child said, O, dear mother, I