in very deed become a matter of light importance. Thenceforward riches or poverty, cities or woods, association or isolation or dispersion, nay even health and sickness dwindle into films and shadows, scarcely noticeable by the regenerate soul.

To view all things as male and female is a favorite habit of many acute minds; and to such it may appear, that the forest and civilized lives are the male and female, from whose marriage an offspring shall result more conducive to human bliss. But it is difficult to conceive how corrupt parents shall have pure progeny, until their own corruption be annulled. They are rather to be estimated both as males. And, as in the olden history, the tiller of the ground is again destined to destroy the keeper of sheep, the hunter of deer. C. L.

THE EMIGRANTS.

FROM THE GERMAN OF FREILIGRATH.

BY CHARLES T. BROOKS.

I CANNOT take my eyes away
From you, ye busy, bustling band!
Your little all to see you lay

Each in the waiting seaman's hand.

Ye men that from your necks let down
Your heavy baskets to the earth,

Of bread from German corn baked brown
By German wives on German hearth.

And you, with braided tresses neat,
Black-Forest maidens, lithe and brown,
How careful, on the stoop's green seat,
You set your pails and pitchers down.

Ah, oft have home's cool shaded tanks
These pails and pitchers filled for you;
On far Missouri's silent banks

Shall these the scenes of home renew:

The stone-rimmed fount in village-street,
Where oft ye stooped to chat and draw,
The hearth and each familiar seat,

The pictured tiles your childhood saw.

Soon, in the distant, wooded West,

Shall loghouse-walls therewith be graced; Soon many a tired, tawny guest

Shall sweet refreshment from them taste.

From them shall drink the Cherokee,
Worn from the hot and dusty chase;
Nor more from German vintage ye

Shall bear them home in leaf-crowned

Oh, say, why seek ye other lands?
The Neckar's vale hath wine and corn;
Full of dark firs the Schwarzwald stands;
In Spessart rings the Alpherd's horn.

grace.

Ah! in strange forests ye shall yearn'
For the green mountains of your home!
To Deutschland's yellow wheatfields turn,
In spirit o'er her vinehills roam!

How will the forms of days grown pale
In golden dreams float softly by,

Like some wild legendary tale

Before fond memory's moistened eye.

The boatman calls; Go hence in peace!
God bless you, man and wife and sire!
Bless all your fields with rich increase,
And crown each faithful heart's desire !

THE YOUTH OF THE POET AND THE PAINTER.

[Continued from p. 284 of last Number.]

LETTER XIV.

REBECCA ASHFORD TO EDWARD ASHFORD.

MY DEAR SON,

Now you have left college, let us think no more about it. I doubt not that you did right, if the place was so very disagreeable to you. I never, as you know, have meant to force you; and if you had not left so suddenly, without consulting me on the subject, it is very likely I should not have felt so much about it. It was the uncertainty connected with your movements that troubled me, and led me to write you, I dare say, letters that my sober moments might not sanction. However, let us say nothing more about college. I hope you will pursue your studies, especially the modern languages, - these are indispensable, as your father used to say, to a merchant or professional man. If you now return, and Fanny says every time a stage drives by, "There comes Neddy," you can easily carry out your studies by the aid of good masters here, even if you entered a store at once, as I trust you will. Though I had once supposed you might be a lawyer, I should still not object to your becoming a merchant, and in some conversation I had with Mr. Penny the other day, he said, he thought he could find you a place immediately. I should not expect, that if you entered the counting-room on your return, you would find it beneficial to devote your whole time to mercantile occupations, but only a part of each day; the remainder you could devote to exercise, on foot, or in the saddle. I have just purchased a saddlehorse, who has a very easy gait, and, as you remember, there are many fine drives about Doughnut. Your old room has been refitted, the coal-grate taken out, and a large, convenient wood fire-place made of it. I have put in a red carpet, and made a red sofa-spread; and put in some curtains of the same color; I think it will have a pleasant effect in winter. We have had a new book-case

made, and put in the place of the old one, with drawers for papers and curiosities, underneath the shelves. Your books preserve their old order. I feel confident we shall pass a pleasant winter. It is getting late now and cold, and it will be necessary for you to provide yourself with some thicker stockings perhaps; I send with this, a bundle also containing the rest of your flannel waiscoats. You must pay particular attention to guarding your throat when you are abroad, as you may bring on another attack of the bronchitis, which troubled you so much two winters ago. The season, so far, has been healthy with us, and your sister is in good condition. I shall be glad to know when you are coming, and always delighted to get a line from you, when you feel like writing. Fanny sends her best love.

In a conversation I had the pleasure to have with Mrs. Ashford, some days since, she mentioned accidentally, I think, the fact that you had left college, and were about to pursue some branch of occupation unconnected with the liberal professions. I therefore took the liberty of mentioning to Mrs. Ashford, that if your inclination tended to entering upon the duties of a merchant, I should be much gratified to exert myself personally in your behalf. I have made several inquiries, and discovered a situation in the Messrs. Swippins' Wholesale Grocery Concern. This, it occurs to me, would generally be considered an eligible situation.

It is within my power to speak the more confidently upon this subject, because I formerly carried on a business of this description myself. At first, a person who had not been used to business confinement, would perhaps find his time a little too much taken up with the affairs of the

Concern, but I think, from a little statement which I will make, of what would be required the first two years, you will not deem it too severe a privation, when it is considered how great gain will result from these two years. It is my opinion, that the benefits would more than outweigh the sacrifice, even if it was heavier.

You would, during the first year, be required to sweep the store before breakfast, make the fires, and at noon, secure an early meal, by which means you would be present while the clerks and partners were at their dinners, and in the evening remain till a little after dark, and close the store. During the morning, you would either be engaged in the clerk's room copying letters, or employed in the store-room, or at some vessel checking the cargo; yet this latter duty would subject you to no confinement, as, on the contrary, it is universally performed in the open air. Copying letters might frequently occupy you for six hours during the day, but as it would be the means of education, this brief time would pass agreeably.

Emanuel Swippins, Esq., the head of the firm, is the father of the Misses Swippins, friends I think of your family, and to my knowledge very affable, cheerful young people. By forming an acquaintance with Mr. Swippins, you would secure an introduction to the best mercantile houses in Doughnut. Mr. Swippins's principal partner is George Potlid, Esq., and the two other partners, Messrs Muffins and Tweezy; they are all of them cultivated, agreeable, fine-spirited persons, in whose society you would find great knowledge of business, and those true refinements which adorn and polish human existence. I have written without Mrs. Ashford's knowledge, for which pardon me.

Your most obliged servant,

FRANCIS PENNY.

LETTER XVI.

JAMES HOPE TO EDWARD ASHFORD.

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