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Sounds, as sweet as fancy's dream

" Ann Price, that died last winter!" said Lacy, Follow where it glides away.

“Oh, yes—but don't interrupt me. Jane Smith Sweeter far the quick, low beating of a heart no longer near!

was five, Catherine Hope was six, Eudosia Fry Or the whisper'd hope of meeting

seven, and I made eight." Telling each how each was dear.

“ Where did you have it ?" inquired Lucy.

“Oh! in that delightful grove that overlooks the “Loved one! who will shelter thee, Since I'm parted from thy side ?"

village, under those tall oaks that seem almost to Dearest! One hath said to me,

reach the skies. We had a beautiful bower, co“Come, in my pavilion hide !"

vered with all kinds of flowers, for I believe Mrs. And, beneath his folded wing,

Home and Mrs. Wise sent every one in their garSafely now I sit and sing,

den-so did all the other ladies; and we went in Waiting 'till a brighter day Soothe my sorrows all away.

procession with a band of music before us. Mamma Hither, when thy heart is turning

said we looked so pretty as we wound around the From a world of toil unblest,

hill--and we had such a long table, filled with every Hither come! my sun is yearning

thing that was good. I thought I should never For its long-forgotten rest!

eat enough, and I carried home my bag full to little C. M. A.

Bill and Sam."

“Well," said a little girl who had hitherto been silent, "I wish we could have a coronation. !

do not care about eating, I am always too much MAY DAY

pleased to think about it, and Mamma will never let

me carry home any thing in my bag, but I love to A VILLAGE TALE FOUNDED ON FACT. see the company, and hear the fine music, and we

always dress so pretty, you know.” May Day is past ; but it may be well now to revive it,

“ Well,” said Lucy,“ if we can't have a coroand to dispel the oppressive glow of Summer, by renewing, nation, we must have some fun." as it were, the smiles and freshness of " Ethereal Mild. ness.” Perhaps, too, we owe it to the young of the nume

“I am sure,” said one of the girls, “we have rous families, into which the Messenger goes; and to those no holiday to-morrow, so I must get my lesson. who, though called upon to "put away childish things," Hush talking, do hush girls, and let us get our will not let even the Dog star's servor dry up the May- lessons." flowers of youth in their hearts.

With this, she put her hands on her ears, and • Neque semper arcum

waving to and fro, began loudly to con her morning's Tendit Apollo."

task. Should the "village tale" sadden any by the reflection “Oh!” said Lucy after a pause, as if she had that life passes, as the Spring, they may be reassured by been pondering on some great and weighty matter, the “ Addresses,” to be gay and happy, while they are in. nocent.--[Ed. Mess.

and with the vivacity of one who has suddenly bit

on some new pleasure, “let us try our fortones." “Oh! I am so glad, I am so glad!” exclaimed “Oh, yes"-said all, with rapturous delight, Lucy Ashly, a lovely, blooming girl, with great do let us try our fortunes.” animation ; “I am so glad to-morrow is the first of · But, Lucy, how can we try them ?" May!"

• By taking a looking glass and holding it over “ Indeed," said Harriet Love, the eldest of a the well. Ma says she tried hers when a girl and little coterie of boarding misses, pettishly, I don't saw Pa in the glass.” care about it—we shall have no coronation, and so “ La me! I never heard of such a thing," es. I don't care.

I wonder why Mr. Thornton didn't claimed they. let us have one. You know how delightful it was “Well I have, often enough,” said Harriet Lore, last year. Mary Harris was Queen-how beauti- but here is Miss Julia-let us ask her to join us." ful she looked, and I was one of the maids of At this time, a young lady entered the room. She honor."

was two or three years their senior, tall and grace“ Who besides ?" inquired Lucy Ashly. ful in her movements, and with a face of peculiar “ There was myself”

sweetness and expression. “Miss Julia, Miss “Oh!" said the little group laughing, "you have Julia,” cried they vociferously, each trying to be counted yourself.”

the first to speak, “ Will you try your fortune to"Well, I'll begin with Susan Jones.”

morrow? Do, now-oh! please do, 'tis the first of “How many were there ?" said Lucy Ashly. May, and you can see who you are going to marry."

“There were eight, let me see; Susan Jones “ You silly things," said she, with a good hawas one,” at the same time pressing her thumb, mored smile, “ let me go-you had better be getsuccessively, on each finger, with a corresponding ting your lessons;" and she essayed to pass ca ; nod of the head, “ Caroline March was two, Helen but they continued with still greater pertinacity, McAllister was three, Ann Price was four"- “Oh, do! Miss Julia, please."


Being onable to overcome their importunities,

This is the morning of our life-and anxious to gratify their childish whim, she

How quiet and serene !

But ere the Noon, or Evening sun, tacitly consented by asking what was to be done.

What clouds may intervene ! They were all in raptures at her good-natured com

Sacred, sacred, be the well, pliance, and they kissed her repeatedly.

And potent be the charm, ** Now girls,” said she, “ you must go to bed.

And may we see, Papa (their preceptor,) is quite unwell and says

Whate'er it be, he must dispense with prayers.

You must not

Whether of good or harm. make any noise as you pass his room-so good

She ceased—a solemn stillness pervaded the spot. night," kissing each affectionately.

Each took the glass in succession ; some returned As she retired, they bade her remember to get it with a gleam of satisfaction, while others lookup very soon, as their success depended on their ed indifferent, or disappointed. At length it came early rising

to Julia's turn. She held the mirror with a firm Those gay creatures were up with the dawn, grasp, and looked on its polished surface with great with the same buoyant spirits, as on the preceding intensity. She continued gazing longer, much lonnight. They dressed themselves quickly, in a tu- ger, than the rest, her color heightening to a beaumult of delightful anticipation, then gently tapped tiful glow. She suddenly became deadly pale. at Julia's door—" Miss Julia," said they softly, “Miss Julia, dear Miss Julia, what do you see?" but eagerly, “ are you ready ?"

exclaimed the astonished girls, in alarm and expec"Yes," said she, at the same time unclosing the tation—“do tell us what you see.” She tremdoor.

blingly handed the mirror to the one nearest her They silently descended the steps for fear of and silently and dejectedly walked away. Arrived waking those who slept. As they opened the at home, Fanny Thornton, her elder sister, made large folding doors, the air was fresh and balmy, some inquiries of the girls respecting their mornand touched the cheek with beauty's breath. The ing's adventure; then turning to Julia said with a early spring flowers were shedding their sweetest smile, “Well, Julia, I expect to hear something

the birds were making compensation for the quite romantic from you-pray what did you see ?” long and dreary winter, and ushering in with their “Nothing," said Julia languidly, “nothing Fanny.” most melodious lays, this sweet month. May, “I know Miss Julia saw something,” said Lucy beautiful May-how typical of youth ! Just mer- Ashly, “she turned so pale.” ging into life, when first weaving those fantasies Fanny looked at her sister attentively, and perof hope, those buds and blossoms of the heart, into ceived she was wan and agitated. She therefore every sweet and varied shape, little dreaming of forbore further remarks; but when at night she was the canker, that preys upon the tender germ, and alone with Julia, in their little sleeping apartments, blights the opening blossom.

she importuned her to tell her what she had seen. They pursued their way, blithe and gay as young “I know, dear Fanny, you will think me very fawns, laughing and jesting on their coming for- absurd, but nevertheless, I will tell you. I

saw, tunes. At last, they reached the well, encom- dear sister, a grave-yes, an open grave :-and I passed by a few tall trees. They continued talk. know you will soon be alone, in this little rooming-but somewhat less volubly, and drew closely we shall no more lie side by side. Yes, Fanny, around, their voices gradually subsiding to occa- you will soon be alone, in our dear little room ; and sional whispers. Each sobered into seriousness- 1,” she said with a shudder, “ will be in my little

Hush, girls, hush!" whispered Lucy Ashly, narrow home, no covering but the damp, cold earth, " speak not a word. Now form the circle, and I no shelter but the canopy of heaven. Say, Fanny, will act the Sybil.” She left the spot a moment, when the moon shines sweetly, as it is now shibat quickly returned, bearing in her hand a branch, ning, on my lonely grave, say-will you not think which was to serve as a mimic wand. All was of me." now profoundly still. Lucy waving her wand, “Julia," said Fanny reproachfully," don't talk walked slow and solemnly around the well seve- so. I am surprised that you should suffer such triral times. At length, in a low but impressive files to weigh on your mind. It was, I am cervoice, she repeated the following lines, (still walk- tain, nothing more than an illusion of your too sening slowly around.)

sitive imagination." Sacred, sacred, be the well,

“It may be so," said she dejectedly, "I have And potent be the charm,

not been well lately. Although I am gay--someAnd may we see,

times too gay-I often think of dying. I seize Whate'er it be

each innocent pleasure with avidity. I love to Whether of good or harm.

visit my young friends; and oh! how dearly I love Omnipotent spirit! appear, appear ! Aud show thy va'inted power,

you all ! but a cloud, a mist dims the future, that And ope to us life's quaint page,

future which you, dear sister, think strewed with At this sweet morning hour.

flowers.-I form no such anticipations."

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"Nonsense, Julia, nonsense ;- it is all nonsense,"sing those gay dreams so natural in the spring time said Fanny with a gaiety she did not feel. " What of life. Julia,” said a lady who called shortly would Sinclair say to this ? you know his visits are after her return, “will you walk, it is a charming intended for you, and we shall soon have a wed- evening, it is also the Sabbath, and I love on such ding. Let me see,” said she laughingly," when evenings, to visit the grave of my dear, my angel will it be?"

child.” “Never! never !” said Julia emphatically, "he “I too,” said Julia, " love to walk there on the may be yours, or Lizzy's, but never mine." Sabbath, when the heart and affections seem sub

“Well, well,” said Fanny with a yawn—"we'll dued and refined by its holy calm, its consecrated say no more, I am very sleepy, so good night.” stillness. All seems in unison : it is a melancholy

The sisters were soon quietly slumbering, with pleasure to visit the mansions of the dead." brows as calm as the glassy lake untouched by the While talking over the graves of those whom summer's breath. Julia awoke the next morning, they had known, and sadly commenting on their cheerful as usual, and with the charming elasticity fate, Julia complained of a headache. They reof youth, busied herself with her customary occu- turned, but Julia's indisposition increased. The pations. Oh! happy period ! when the tear is next morning found her seriously ill; a physician soon chased by a smile, when the fountains of sor- was called in, but still she grew worse. A consulrow are quickly dried by the zephyrs of Hope; or tation of several eminent physicians was held, bat when sunbeams soon break through the cloud, ma- still she was no better. A week passed and bat king all sunshine and gladness.

little hope was entertained of her recovery; deliOne day, a few weeks after this, Julia was sing- rium ensued, and often she talked wildly and incoheing those sweet lines of Mrs. Dana's

rently, of the warning she had received on the first

of May. She awoke from a pleasant sleep and “Shed not a tear o'er your friend's early bier, When I am gone, when I am gone.

seemed refreshed. “My dear child,” said her Smile, if the slow tolling bell you should hear,

mother, “I know you are better ; I know you are, When I am gone, when I am gone."

tell me my child, my angel, tell me you are better."

· Yes, mother, I am better, I have had such a Fanny remarked a tear stealing down her fair and sweet and pleasant dream-a dream of Heaven. rounded cheek. Discovering that her sister had Your Julia will be cold, cold, when yonder setting seen the emotion, Julia said smilingly, “ you know, sun shall have risen again, and when it sets agaio

, Fanny, I am going from home to-morrow, perhaps it will throw its farewell glance on my new made to stay a week or two. I can not help feeling a bed. Mother I shall sleep then—so sweetly,– 1 little sad when I think of leaving you, although I am tired now, dear mother, but then I shall sleep anticipate a great deal of pleasure."

so sweetly-sweetly.” She closed her eyes and “ Yes,” said Fanny, “I know you will enjoy slept forever. your visit; the country is so beautiful at this season;

Winter Brook, Tennessee.

M. S. R. and Betty Grafton will make your time so agreeable! I wish I was going with you."

The next morning the carriage stood at the door. Julia kissed her family circle, bidding them a warm and affectionate adieu ; she stept gaily in, bowing

MAY DAY ADDRESSES. and smiling on the loved ones, until they were lost

INTRODUCTION, to sight. As she was farther and farther removed from the village, she threw off the shackles of

By the 4th Maid of Honor. morbid apathy-inhaling the morning breeze laden

When the wild-bird spreads its wing,

When the bee its music hummeth; with the fragrance of many flowers, listening to

When the bright and glorious Spring, the song of many birds, and marking the rich and

Crown'd with beauty gently cometh, varied landscape. She felt a renovated being

Who would not in gladness meet ber, she indeed felt the wild delight of a bird let loose. Sweetly woo and fondly greet her? Her taste was decidedly rural, and as she alighted

In the valley-on the mountainfrom the carriage, at Mr. Grafton's door, she ex

On the sea-and on the plain ; claimed, with artless animation, “Oh! how I love, By the ripple-running fountain, how I do love the country !” Time flew on an

Trills the same delightful strain; gel's wings ;-she rode, she walked, --she laughed

Earth with all her thousand voices,

Bids her welcome and rejoices ! and sang with all her heart. How blithe, how merry was she !

Rob'd in beauty bright and beaming, She returned to her home, redolent with health

Deck'd with jewels rich and rare,

Pearls of living lustre gleaming, and joy, the gayest of the family group. The im

'Mid her curls of clustering hair, pression she had received on the first of May had On'a sunbeam blithe and gay, entirely vanished, and she was unconsciously weav- Comes the beauteous month of May !

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of us.

Not a breath of breathing care

nity to all the craft and brotherhood. The freeNot a murmur in the air,

mason allows no one less than Solomon to be his Nought of sadness--nought of sorrow

master. The snipe-shooter claims to be of the Time enough for them 10-morrow; But to-day, the bliss is ours ;

family of Nimrod, and a merry company of thieves Wreath'd in beauty, crown'd with flow'rs,

will do business under the patronage of “ thrice Here it woos us-bere it meets us

great Hermes." Why may not we too search out Here with gladsome welcome greets us.

our genealogy, and boast ourselves in the merits of Courteous subjects,-one, and all,

our great progenitor? Or hath the schoolmaster Let us to the banquet hall!

alone no saint in the calendar, when St. Crispin There, may joy as here attend us,

even hath those that reverence hinn? We are not There, may pleasure blushing send us

so fallen. The cobbler shall not have his laugh Dulcet sport and gladsome play,

We make our reverence to Tubal-cain : Worthy of this festal day!

yet, though he be a teacher withal, we are not of Putnam, Ohio, May, 11.

him. We lift our hat to the Centaur Chiron. He is our father. We admire his skill: we are lost in wonder at the amplitude of his knowledge.

We revere him as the great Seeker and Finder. THE FIRST SCHOOLMASTER! Far away on the hills of Thessaly dwelt this

wondrous being. Tempe refreshed him in ber A LEGEND OF THE CENTAUR.

grassy meadows, the Peneus slaked his thirst, and “Cessere magistri

Ossa and Olympus echoed to his cheerful horo in Phyllirides Chiron."— Virg., Georg. III., 550.

the chase, and his merry laugh over his wine cops No man likes to have his father ill-spoken of. with Pholus. Foremost in feats of strength, and It comes near home. His own honor is touched peerless in grace and beauty, (out on thee who by it. In like manner, to be thought a man of no couldst find it in thy heart to say si modo nature ancestors, a mere filius nullius, hath somewhat of formam concedimus illi,) and sought after by many disgrace in it. A good taster knows very well a fair-haired Hylonome, his rocky cave was ever that the clusters of this wine were sunned on the his unshared home, and wild wood sports his occahill sides of Madeira, and of that on the slopes of pation and delight. Nor might the youths, more the Carpathians : nay, a good taster most certainly than the maidens of Thessaly, win him to their knows that this cup hath its flavor from a northern companionship. The assemblies of mortals were exposure, and that from a southern; as the learned not honored with his presence, save only when he and nice Montanus could discern whether an oyster might find just fellowship with demigods and hehad grown near Circeii, or in the Lucrine lake.roes of celestial birth. Nursed in wild and rocky The grape smacks of the soil in which it grew. solitudes, and trained by want and danger, he grew So men buy a horse, not for his points only, but for into nobleness and strength. his pedigree. The winner of the palm at Elis Gladly would we tell all the story of this our comes not of the same stock with the Satureian great ancestor and pattern. But scanty and imnag. As a man may well take shame to himself perfect are the records of that rugged and solitary for the foul deed of his ancestors, so is he entitled life. In this was he a type of his most excellent to some share of the renown, and this too without followers, whose lives are passed in the quiet obreckoning the merit of the blood. Thus it is that scurity of doing good : and good deeds love the men live before they are born, and have a patri- shade. Rarely did he leave his calm retreat and mony in the past; as well as after they are dead, his favorite pursuits. Yet once and again we find entailing a sad or a glorious inheritance on those him on gala days and feasts of solemn fitness, who spring from them. And so, in all time, has sharing the festivities of mingled gods and men. it been declared, that noble birth is sponsor to no- Once, when were wedded heroic Peleus and ble doing. Antiquity every where affirms that gentle Thetis, who scorned not 'human nuptials, heroes and poets and the founders of common- the chivalry of Thessaly were there, from Phthiowealths are the offspring of the gods. Orpheus lis, Tempe, and the walls of Larissa and far Seyros; sprang from the loins of Apollo. Was not the silver- and the rude peasantry forsook the plough and the footed daughter of the sea proud of her boy, Achil- hook, to gaze on the splendors which that day came les ? What but the maternal love of Venus guarded up to Pharsalia. There, in the mingled throng of Æneas through his years of wandering and peri- gods and demigods, came Chiron,* as to no 109 lous wars ? Even the little great have rendered lofty fellowship. Peneus, the river god, and foreshomage to this doctrine of heavenly birth, and the son of Olympias dared to claim descent from Am

* Princeps e vertice Pelii

Advenit Chiron portans silvestria dona. monian Jove. Kindred to this relation of a parent to his chil

Quîs permulsa domus jucundo risit odore. dren is that of the founder of an art, or a frater

Catull., Epithel. Pe. and Theti.

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