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VOLUME XXVII.

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W. B. STODDARD, EDITOR AND PROPRIETOR.
HUDSON, N. Y. SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 16, 1850.

Our passengers stood upon the quarter-deck,
their senses filled with beauty of the panorama,

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about three hundred yards across, in which the water lay still and deep, and black, from the shad

THE DANCING FEATHER, through the midst of which they moved. The ows of overhanging rocks, and trees. At the head

OR THE

AMATEUR FREEBOOTERS

BY J. H. INGRAHAM,

Author of "Lafitte," "Capt. Kyd," "Burton," "The
Quadroone," &c.
CHAPTER III.

Tire beautiful scenery of the American Bosphorus-The

seamen leaned in listless, idle positions over the of the cove was a curving beach of white sand, bows or windlass, silently gazing on the ever- from which a winding path led up the rocks to an changing views shore ward, and even the helms-elevated lawn, upon which stood the gothic cot. man, at times, forgot his duty in the contemplation tage, that had attracted his gaze farther up the ri of the pleasant scenes through which he was guid. {ver from the other side of the headland. The dwell.

ing his slowly gliding bark. The captain, how.

ing was of a greyish brown hue, most pleasing to

An exclamation of surprise and pleasure broke from Blanche Hillary and her uncle at the same moment, and even the poor unfortune captain paused an instant to contemplate its quiet beauty. The sun was low in the west, and by its level light, flinging its part into dark shadows and heigh tening its effect.

"How rotnantic!" exclaimed Blanche, as she thought of knights and tournaments, in association with the gothic character of the edifice.

"A fine seat and convinent to the city for business,” observed Miss Hillary, who, like a true mer. chant, had an eye to utility in every thing that ministered to luxury or taste.

Villas, Groves, and Gardens of Manhattan and Ravenswood ever, walked the deck amidships, with a troubled the eye, and was composed of a Gothic Hall with
The Gothic Cottage-The skiff and the Children-The dog brow and angry impatient step, too much absorb- a square tower at one end, and two turrets at the
Neptune-The Accident-The horsewoman-Our Hero-The
horse and rider-The Struggle-The Danger-The Rescue-ed in his recent singular loss of his specie, to think other. Light lattices of gothic tracery ran around
The scenes on shore-Copid in the affair-The departure of of anything else. He was all anxiety to reach the its sides, supported by light stone pillars, around
the Student-The peculiar gratitude of Catherine Powel.
THE afternoon was drawing to a close as the city to dispatch a Cutter after the free-booter, and which vines were creeping to the caves and roof—
beautiful brigantine glided along by the green nature wore no charms that he could abmire while It was the most tasteful and rural abode imagin-
banks of the Ravenswood, the far extending bran. in this mood. On the quarter-deck, near the taffable, and in the style of its architecture in harmo.
ches of whose noble trees almost swept her decks. rad stood Mr. Hillary and Blanche, gazing in silent ny with the mingled rock and woodland scene amid
The air was laden with fragrance from shaded pleasure upon the shore, and only by looks ex- where it stood.
pastures that stretched from the villas to the wa-pressing their additional gratification when any
ter, and birds were singing in the trees, and chil. new scene suddenly unfolded itself to their wrapt
dren were at play on the lawns, as it successively and admiting gaze. Henry Hayward stood aloof
passed them before a gentle wind that scarce ruf- from them, proud, cold and gloomy for he felt
fled the limpid surface of the river. All who have they looked down upon him as a poor unknown
sailed here between the shores of Manhattan, student and wanderer, and his sensitiveness would
Blackwell's and Long Island, need not be told not permit him to intrude upon them, even at a
how beautifully picturesque they are; and to those time when all around them seemed to invite strang.
who have never seen them, words would but fainters to interchange sentiments of admiration.
ly convey to their minds any idea of their rural
beauty. On both sides of the narrow Strait, thro'
which they were now sailing, the fair seene was
composed of pretty country houses, placed in the
most chosen situations; of trees grouped in groves
or arranged in avenues; of lawns, of the grot.
toes, and lading every breeze that comes off to
the passing sail with fragrance of a hundred de.
lightful little inlets or coves, shaded and shut in
by overhanging trees and romantic headlands,
with here and there an isolated rock, moss grown
and a gnarled old tree growing over its sides. Sail
boats floated, suspended upon the translucent
wave as if hanging, pleased to survey their painted
and graceful forms in the mirror that too truly re-
flects them; ducks, with brilliant dyes rivalling
the peacock's hues, and fleets of snow-white geese
gracefully manœuvred along the deep banks, or
sat idly upon the wave; while troops of joyous
children sported upon the pebbly shore, with swim-
ming Newfoundland dogs, and ladies on ponies
pranced gaily along the winding path that border-
ed the curving shores; while to give perfection
to the combined beauties of shore and river, vessels
were constantly gliding past, almost within reach
of the banks and hail of those why from their lat.
ticed piazza watch their progress.

This austerity, however, was only outwardly.-
His spirit had partaked somewhat of the calm
and beautiful tone of nature, and he gave him.
self up to the enjoyment which taste and an im
passioned eye for natnre now presented to him-
Each succeeding villa, with its varied grounds and "I wonder," was the idea in the head of the
changing scenery, drew from him, as he leaned poor captain, "if it was sold it would bring as
over the side opposite to that occupied by the uncle much money as those infernal pirates have robbed
and niece, glowing feelings of delight. Under the me of;" for the unhappy man had no other thought
influence of the hour his heart grew more benevo. than what ultimately bore upon his great loss; not
lent, and spirit, became more gentle. He felt his that he himself had to lose the money, for he had
situation less hopeless, than he had believed it to witnesses, as well as the certificate of the free-
be, and he looked to the future with composure.-booter, of the piracy; but he felt sore that he should
Such is ever the effect of the lovelier scenes of na-have suffered his brig to have been boarded and
ture upon the cultivated mind and heart.
plundered in open day, in the sight of a hundred
other sail, without being able to offer any resistance,
or intercept him in his retreat.

They had been sometime gliding along, past a series of country seats on the Manhattan side, towards a point that projected into the river and formed a finely wooded headland. Above its trees could be seen the pinnacle and battlements of a gothic cottage which had awakened in Hayward a curiosity to survey it more fully when they should sail past it. He therefore kept his eyes fixed upon it, and as the brig rounded the headland he was gratified at beholding the most lovely scene that the beauteous banks had yet presented to his view. The headland was one arm of a romantic basin,

Henry's emotions, however, partook only of the finer impressions of taste. The effect of the whole lovely scene before him was like that of music when it touches the heart. He contemplated it with feelings of quiet joy, yet sighed that earth was all so beautiful and not for him! His attention was at length diverted from the mansion to a sinall skiff, containing a beautiful boy, about nine years old, and lovely little girl about seven, who had just put off from the steps at the foot of the winding

such a catastrophe, prepared himself to leap into
the water. Before, however, he made the spring
from the deck his ears were penetrated by a wild
shrick from the shore, and looking towards it, he
saw dashing down the pathway to the beach a
young girl on horseback, whom by her dress he
recognized as one whom he had seen through the
openings in the trees riding along the winding road
on the other side of the headland. He could now
sce before he sprung she was young, beautiful and
bonnetless, that her dark hair, and ample robes
waved in the wind as she dashed down the preci-
pice. The next instant he was buffeting the waves
in the direction of the sufferers. The boy, as the
boat sunk, clung to the dog, who would have in-

path, to recover a miniature boat which a light puff
of wind had borne beyond their reach as they were
sailing it along the pebbled bank. The boy had
a paddle, and hauled it very skilfully, and soon
came up with his boat, and recovering it, turned
it shoreward. He then looked up in triumph
and taking his cap, unloosing a cloud of brown
ringlets in the act, he hurrahed at the brig, and then
taking his paddle, boldly directed his pretty green
painted skiff towards her, the little girl clapping
her hands and apparently delighted at the idea of
getting on board the brig vessel which was so
near them. The water was still and deep, and
Henry feelings alarmed for their safety, if they
should advance further, waved thein back. The
boy promptly obeyed the signal, aud putting downstantly made for the shore, but for the voice of the
his paddle, sat beside his sweet little passenger,
while the skiff floated still on the water, and with
animated looks and gestures, was directing her
attention to the various parts of the vessel.

cried Henry, seeing that her horse was fatigued, and repeatedly plunged his head beneath the surface; "your brother is well cared for and soon will reach the shore with the noble dog's aid, and I will save this sweet child I hold on my arm. Heed your own safety, I implore you to give your whole attention to guiding and encouraging your horse."

This cautionary advice was needed by the young girl, who, now that the imminent danger was passed had lost something of that bold energy and fearlessness of spirit which on descrying her brother and sister's danger from the lawn, which she had just reached after returning from a ride, had inspired her to risk her own life in the effort to save theirs. Her horse, which was a beautiful, light limbed bay, full of blood and spirit, was fast giving little girl, who buoyed up by her frock, cried away under the unaccustomed exertion of swimtouchingly-" Nero, Nero, don't swim away and ming with a rider upon his back; and though he let me down." The dog seemed to understand her struggled to sustain both himself and his mistress, and turning back, swam towards her, with the lit- his frequent muscular efforts to keep his head above All at once a plunge was heard in the water, tle fellow on his neck assisting his progress by stri- the water betrayed his rapidly increasing exhaus. and Henry looking in the direction of the sound, king out with his disengaged arm, all the time en- tion. Henry, who with an eye of anxious solicitude saw that a large Newfoundland dog which had couraging his little sister, who was fast settling be- for the fate of the lovely, self-sacrificing girl, had been laying on the beach watching the sports of neath the surface, as her garments became more observed all this as he swam shoreward with his the children, impatient at their long stay out upon and more saturated. The young lady on reaching own almost insensible burden, at length, seeing that the water, had at length jumped in to swim towards the water side dashed fearlessly in, all mounted as the horse would drown himself, was about to swim them. With a strong stroke of his huge paws the she was, and pressing her spirited horse till he was to his bit, when he saw her disengage her heavy animal rapidly approached the boat, encouraged to swimming, urged him in the direction of the chil-skirt from her waist and leave the saddle with a advance by the boy, who no sooner saw him com- dren. The intelligent animal seemed to understand hand on the rein. The horse was for an instant reing than he called to him with childish delight, her wishes, and yielding himself to her guidance lieved and turned his head towards the shore. But and shouted and clapped his hands. Henry watch-soon approached the struggling children while the the young girl unable to swim and dragging with ed the progress of the animal with some interest as fearless girl, forgetful of all else save their immi- a dead heavy weight at his bit, drew his head unhe made directly for the boat, and with a half-nent peril, encouraged them by voice and gesture der water and thrice nearly sunk, herself, beneath formed apprehension that he might in some way to hold out till she could reach them. Henry was the surface. Henry alarmed, lest the horse should do them injury. This fear was increased when he already near the little girl, and whom her brother, strike her with his hoofs, cried to her earnestly to saw the little girl lean over the side of the boat supported by the dog, once caught by her bright quit her grasp and he would save her. and stretch out her chubby white arms to clasp tresses as she was sinking, but had to release her him when he should get within her reach. as her additional weight drew both himself and the dog beneath the water.

The dog soon reached the skiff for it was not more than twenty yards from the shore, and about fifty from the brig, and Henry's heart leaped into his throat as he saw the huge animal, after swimming once around the boat, place one of his huge paws upon the gunwale and depress it fearfully down towards the water's edge, while the boy with the thoughtlessness of his years, was leaning over and grasping his shaggy mane to try and lift him into the frail boat.

Henry felt his apprehensions were about to be realized, unless the dog's well known sagacity should lead him to discover the danger he put them in and withdraw his paw. The brig was gliding away, and the eyes of both Mr. Hillary and his niece, were turned in the same direction, with their minds agitated with the same fears for the children's safety that Henry experienced.

"Let the dog go, my little fellow," he shouted; "he will upset your boat. Release him or he will drag you into the water!"

"Down sir, down," cried Blanche in an ener. getic tone of alarm to the dog, who was already apparently conscious of the mischief he was doing, and immediately releasing his hold upon the side of the skiff, he dropped into the water, and dragged with him the boy, who had not yet released his grasp upon his neck. The united weight of the dog and boy, as he was drawn over the side into the water instantly caused the boat to fill and sink benea th them, leaving the three struggling in the water. Hayward had witnessed the whole from the deck of the brig, and having already anticipated

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"No, no, Annette, save Annette, and leave me to my fate," she cried, and releasing her hold upon the horse's bit, she let him swim free. Henry, "Oh, sir, save my little sister," he said as Henry however, had already formed his plan of action and came near, "Oh! she's sinking, she's gone down!" as the horse passed near him on his way to the "Save the child, oh, save her!" cried the young shore, he placed Annette in the saddle, fastening girl, yet several yards distant, seeing it disappear.her light person to the horn by a firm turn of her Henry was some feet off from the little girl when he saw her sink and replied to her passionate entreaty by instantly diving beneath the surface. The maiden checked the progress of her swimming horse and gazed breathlessly upon the spot where both he and the little girl had gone down. There was a moment of terrible suspense, the wave parted, and Henry rose to the surface with the child in his arms.

"Thank God! Annette is saved!" cried the maiden clasping her hands in gratitude! "Can you swim to the shore with her?

"With case," he replied; "but I beseech you have regard for your own safety. Your horse shows signs of impatience and if he should throw you, I could save but one!"

dress around it, and then swam towards the generous girl, the exhibition of whose noble spirit had inspired him with the determination to save her or perish with her. She had already twice sunk, and rose again to the surface, and was a third time dispatching, with a look of perfect consciousness, when he reached her and caught her hand as it was passing from his sight. He raised her to the surface insensible, and entwining one of her arms around his neck, and encircling her slight figure with a strong arm, he struck out towards the land.

The brig by this time had been brought too, at a great distance from the spot, and her boat was let down and was now rapidly approaching. Henry, however, on calculating the space, found he could reach the shore before the boat could come up to "Then let it not be me, but the dear child," she him, and kept swimming steadily on. He saw answered turning the horse's head towards the with joy that Neptune had already landed with his shore. "Are you safe with good old Neptune, Ed-charge and stood shaking the water from his sides, dy?" she asked, looking at her brave little brother, and that the horse had already touched the beach who with one arm about the dog's neck, kept him. {where several members of the family, who had self above water, as the sagacious dog on seeing flown to the spot, released him from the sweet and the other child rescued by Henry, turned and almost lifeless burden he had safely borne to land. swam steadily towards it.

"Can you bear up, sir?" anxiously inquired a gentleman from the beach, whom Henry supposed to be the father of the young children and of the maiden; we have no boat and can only aid you

"I beg of you, Miss, attend to your own safety," with our prayers."

"I think I can, sir," answered the gallant swimmer, with hope, yet faintly; "but I am indeed fast becoming exhausted!"

"Ho! the boat! Row for your lives men!" shouted the gentleman, and all with him who stood on the shore.

"If you could send the dog again into the water, sir! The boat is too far off to reach me before I could get to the shore."

"Go Neptune! To the water! To his aid, noble dog," cried the gentleman, urging him to take to the water to Henry's assistance.

pale but lovely countenance, he thought he had
never beheld a face so beautiful and intellectual.
His heart acknowledged the power of darker eyes
than he had ever looked into, and he felt he would
willingly have lost his life to have saved that of
one so lovely. Colonel Powel now advanced and
embraced him and after overwhelming him with his
gratitude, insisted on his going to the house and
changing his dress.

"I thank you, sir," said Hayward; "but the
brig's boat is waiting for me and I cannot detain
the vessel. I am happy to feel that I have been
the instrument, under Providence, of saving lives
so precious. Noble Neptune also, well deserves
your thanks, for without his assistance, I fear the
bright eyed boy would have been drowned."

"It is of no consequence, sir. I may not remain in New York. Permit me now to take my leave of you."

Colonel Powel regarded him for an instant, with an inquiring glance, as if struck by the sadness of his manner, and was about to speak, when his daughter, in whom his manner had awakened sympathy, taking Henry's hand, said, with gen. erous frankness,

"You will at least give us your name, that we may often speak it-for I assure you, you will nev er be forgotten by us."

"It were better, lady, you should forget one who may never prove himself worthy of remembrance," he answered, sadly; "but I feel that I can never forget!"

"To your own coolness, perseverance and judg The look and low impassioned tone with which ment, all is owing," answered the grateful Catherine he said these few words, caused the maiden to Powel, for I feel I should have been lost but for drop her eyes and the color to enrich her cheek.— your self-possession. Indeed, sir, you must not He pressed her hand hastily to his lips ere she leave a family you have made so happy!" could recover from her pleased surprise, and spring"That is right, Kate," said Colonel Powel, smi- ing into the boat, he was rapidly borne away from ling; "we must take possession of him." the spot where he felt he had left his heart. "Yes, you must come," cried Edward, grasping Colonel Powel looked after him with an expres. his hand and pulling him along. sion of surprise at conduct he could not account "You can't go now," cried little Annette, draw. for, and feeling upon his mind a load of obligation ing him by the either hand.

"You see you are taken, captain," said Kate, who could hardly escape from the embraces of the grateful friends who gathered around her, to speak to him.

"Indeed, I cannot accept your kind invitation," said Henry: "I must now leave in the boat!"

The dog at first at fault to ascertain what duty was required of him, was at length guided by Henry who called to him and immediately plunged in and swam towards him. Henry was now full ten yards from the shore and had become so exhausted by his previous exertions and the weight of his lovely burden, that he was incapable of swimming any further, and when the dog reached him he was employed only in buoying himself up and keeping the head of the young girl above water. The intelligent animal swam directly to her side and fastening his large white teeth in the sleeve of her habit instantly relieved Henry of half the weight he had to support. With a feeling of gratitude for this timely aid, he placed one arm of the young girl over Neptune's broad neck, and thus aided, swam towards the shore with her. With what intense and absorbing solicitude was every inch of their progress watched by the anxious group on the beach. The gentleman who had sent in the dog now waded out up to his neck, and with a joyful cry, which was echoed by all present, extended his arms and received his daughter, as her exhausted deliverer placed her within his reach. At the same instant the boat which had been rowing to their relief came up, but its aid was no longer required. All lately in so great peril, were saved by the coolness and courage of the young student! On resigning his charge to her father's arms, the energy that had inspired him to such supernatural efforts deserted, and he would have sunk but for the aid of Neptune, to whose mane he clung until the faithful dog dragged him to the beach. Here he was received by a group of grateful and admir-account of himself that would increase their regard ing persons, and little Annette, pale but smiling, was placed in his arms by her happy mother.Eddy also clambered up to embrace him, and for a moment Henry forgot his fatigue in the joy his persevering courage had produced. For an instant the father and the daughter seemed forgotten in their gratitude to the preserver. Colonel Powel, aided by others, had, however, soon succeeded in recovering his child from her insensibility, when,geous circumstances under which he beheld her, after being perfectly sensible, she looked around for her brother and sister.

"Oh, are they safe! Edward-Annette!" "Here we are, dear sister," they both exclaimed, and it is this good gentleman has saved us,

She springing forward, with a large Indian shawl wrapped round as a substitute for her skirt, embraced them; then taking both Henry's hands in her own, she pressed them warmly and said to him, with deep feeling, "God in Heaven bless you, generous stranger! I have no words to thank the preserver of my life and that of my brother and sister. So noble a spirit as yours will find its higher reward in the contemplation of its own act." Henry colored with ingenious modesty, at her enthusiasm of gratitude, and as he looked into her

"But you will take cold," said the generous Kate Powel, who had began to feel a deeper interest than gratitude, in her handsome young preserver.

to the moody, yet gallant stranger, he did not like to leave this uncancelled; and he immediately resolved to seek him out, and if poor and unfortunate, but sensitively proud, to offer him assistance—but if otherwise, to bring him into intimacy with his | family, and by kindness and courtesy in part repay him for what he had so disinterestedly done for him.

"A strange young man, Kate,' he said, looking after him as the boat reached the brig with him.

His daughter started, and the quick hue of her check betrayed the key of her thoughts. Her eyes

"If you will excuse me, I shall esteem it a fa-had followed the receding boat, and as the distance vor," he answered-his sensitive mind shrinking from their expressions of gratitude-besides his pride made him to feel too keenly his poverty and his isolated condition, to suffer himself to be exposed to the mortification of ultimately having to acknowledge it; for he knew they would wish to know something about him, and he felt he could give no

widened between her and her preserver, she felt that there was a cord drawn upon in her heart that she had never felt before. Henry, at this period, was in his twentieth year, and tall, and finely made, with a dark, intelligent, expressive face; a clear hazel eye, a graceful carriage, and singularly gen tlemanly air. His appearance was striking, and calculated under less interesting circumstances than for the disgraced student. He therefore resolutely the existing ones, to produce an impression upon determined to break from them, and forget the ser- the heart of a susceptible and generous spirited vice he had donc, though his heart told him as he girl like Kate Powel. She was just entering her looked at the lovely face of Kate Powel, that he eighteenth year, and with a heart as full of tendershould never be able to erase from his memory the ness and sensibility as a woman's could well be, bright image indelibly impressed there. The rose until this hour she had not known the sweet symhad fled from her cheek, and her dark brown hair pathies of love. It was for Henry Hayward, aided was heavy with water, but even these disadvanta-by an extraordinary train of circumstances, to kindle within her young heart the first spark of tender affection. As the brig which had received her preserver kept on her course, she felt, indeed, that it bore away her heart with it!

could not lessen the interest of her beauty; nor the
ample indian shawl in which she was wrapt, con-
ceal the symmetry of her figure, or the wet riding
gloves covering them, hide the fair proportions of a
perfect hand.

"You will, at least, certainly visit us to-morrow
from the city," she said, seeing he was decided in
his refusal to go up to the house, whither Eddy
and Annette had already been taken forward by
their nurses and mother.

"Give me your address, sir," said Colonel Pow. el, "and I will send my carriage for you, nay, go my self."

Long she gazed after it as it moved along the shore, fast losing itself beyond the trees that lined it; and when, at length, her royal was only visible above them, she could not turn away her longing gaze, though her father took her arm and entreated her to hasten to the house to change her wet gar. ments for dry ones.

"One moment, sir, but a moment longer!" she said, entreatingly.

"What has bewitched you, Kate?" he asked, My address, thought Henry; Colonel Powel's affectionately, yet playfully. "Has the brig car. words painfully impressing upon his mind the lone-ried your wits away? Come, you will take cold!" liness of his condition, and he answered bitterly— "But one instant, father! There, it is nearly

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disappeared! It is gone!" And she sighed as she took his arm.

Colonel Powel was not so dull as not to perceive the effect the young stranger had produced on her mind; but he was ignorant of its true nature, and attributed altogether to gratitude what he should have also given the little blind god credit for. He, however, very sensibly thought that the feeling, might, on further acquaintance with the gallant youth, become changed, for a tenderer one, inasmuch as he well knew that gratitude is cousin german to love. He therefore questioned her as they ascended to the cottage anxious to devise from her replies whether he had best pursue his intention of discovering the young gentlemon, or leave him to that unknown state in which he seemed so moodily desirous to remain.

"I fear he is an adventurer, Catherine; the
more I think upon him the stronger my opinion is;
nevertheless he has my warmest gratitude."
"He may be an adventurer! Men are all ad-
venturers, sir, when they first enter life! If you
mean by an adventurer that he is a young man
without means, just entering the world to make the
living which Providence has demanded of all men's
exertions, then he may be an adventurer, and as
such, commands our sympathies and aid. But if
you would infer, father, that he is a criminal, every
pulsation of my heart tells me it is false,"

"You are a noble girl, Kate, and I love you for your liberal and elevated views; I honor your gen erous gratitude for the preserver of your life. But I fear you have let mere gratitude enlist your feelings too strongly in one who is so utterly unknown. "What do you think of the young man, Kate ?" It is circumstances only that have made him inhe asked carelessly,

"He is noble, generous, and brave, father," she answered warmly. "But for him, I-and perhaps Annette-would have been lying in the depths of yonder dark basin!"

"He acted strangely in declining our hospitality, and seemed to scorn our very words of gratitute. Did you not think so?"

stead of another, your deliverer. Suppose a com-
mon sailor from the brig had done the same?"
"Ile would have been equally entitled to my
gratitude, sir."

But not entitled to an
strong as this young

"So he would indeed.
interest in your feelings so
man has produced. Yon must think of him as
you would if he had been a common sailor. I re-
gret to discover that you have suffered your feelings
to get the better of your judgment, because a mys-
tery hangs around him, and his person and address
is prepossessing. It is best you should not see him

"He shrunk from our overwhelming expressions of thankfulness, father, with the sensitiveness of a proud and modest spirit. I liked him the better for this," "Then you like him a little, hey?" he said, again, my child!" smiling,

"How can I help liking the gallant preserver of my life! He is worthy of all our hearts' gratitude,"

Catherine's long eye-lashes fell till they shaded her blushing check, at the consciousness that her father possessed the knowledge of her true feelings. She was saved the difficulty of making any reply, as they had now reached the door of the cottage before which stood her dripping pony and Neptune, “We should be insensible not to," answered the intelligently receiving the caresses of the family warm hearted girl.

"So he is, my child, and I hope we all feel truly and properly grateful."

“I wonder who he is! Did you observe that he seemed to be particularly desirous of concealing his address in the city? This is at least very singular."

"No, sir. He may be, as I believe he really is, poor though so gentlemanly in his address and looks. I judged so from his dress, which I saw was much worn and that of a Harvard student, for when I was in Boston, I often saw students wearing a similar costume."

"But poverty should not make him ashamed to be known, as he evidently desired not to be. I sadly fear there is guilt coupled with his mystery." Colonel Powel gave utterance to this idea, which in truth he had half believed, for otherwise he could not, to his own mind, account for his anxiety to suppress his address, he closely watched the face of his daughter to see the effect of it upon her; for he had spoken of it as much to feel the pulse of her regard for him as to express his own suspicions.

and servants, while the hilarious Edward and little
Annette, half-dressed in dry clothes, bounded forth
to meet her, and ask with dissappointed looks, after
the handsome and brave young gentleman that had

suved their lives.

Henry had, indeed, made a great sacrifice to his pride and sensitiveness when he declined to mingle with the grateful and unhappy family from whom his courage and humanity had adverted the dark cloud of a three-fold death.

[To be Continued.]

ORIGINAL COMMUNICATIONS.

For the Rural Repository.
LEAVES FROM MY NOTE-BOOK.

LEAF SECOND.

up the dry leaves, with a broken branch, ponder upon the story of the Babes in the Woods, till a red leaf sailing slowly down before my eyes, will set me to dreaming of little Red Riding Hood. Ah! many a mild autumn afternoon have I so passed, till the lengthened shadows and chilly air, warned me of the days decline. Some would say, I might be better employed; perhaps so, but as it gives me pleasure I am content.

I love to look upon the great yellow pumpkins turning their round sides up to the ripening sun, idly sunning themselves in its warm rays-between rows of the still standing maize. I love when the corn is gathered in from the fields, to mingle with the laborers of the farm, as at night they collect together in the great barn, and there, by the light of flaring torches, with nimble hands, husk the gol. den ears and cast them on the growing pile-how pretty it looks with here and there, a white or red ear shining forth from amid the yellow ones!How the story, the joke, and song, go merrily around following the can of sweet cider! They laugh ha! ha! to the wind as it brushes it's way in among them, through the crannies and cracks of the huge building. With every fresh blast they sink deeper into the new hay and pile higher around them the corn-stalks stripped of their treasures— they laugh ha ha! and take a fresh draught of cider and work away with a jolly ha! ba! I love to watch the trees in the orchard, during a high wind and try to count the apples, red, purple, rus. set, yellow and green, as they come tumbling down upon the smooth turf. I always think that the trees are the hands of God, distributing thus freely to his children, his gracious gifts. I love to mark the sturdy wain, drawn by the red oxen, bringing from the orchard this glorious fruit, to be stored away for winter use in the warm cellar. I love to hear the creaking of the cider press as tramp, tramp, the blind horse goes round, and the apples crush slow. ly and the juice runs trickling into the great vat― and I love, as in my boyhood days, to suck through a long straw the cider from the open barrels. I love in the early morning to be roused from my dreaming, by the thump of the tireless churn and find on the breakfast table a plate of the new made butter, bearing the mark of Mary's curious stamp. ing-so sweet, so fresh, so good.

But best of all, at this season of the year, do I love to come round the blazing hearth, at night with my two cousins, Fannie and Nannie, and read aloud to them from some chimney-corner-book, a tale of winter time-with the scene laid in a cosy room, where a glowing grate, a centre table, a solar lamp, cushioned chairs, red curtains, a case of I LOVE the country, I love it, not only in sum- books, a picture or two, and a vase of flowers, mer time, when the odor of new-mown hay and make up the furniture and decorations of the room wild flowers, fill the air; when the shade of trees is-while an old gentleman and a pale, primily cap. grateful to us and a bathe in the brook is delici.ped gentlewoman, his wife, together with a gay ous-but I love it also in the fall when Autumn bachelor brother of hers, are sitting in front of the "Guilt, sir!" she repeated with a glowing cheek, throws her bright mantle over the mountain and grate ;-and off in one corner, nearly hidden from turning her clear dark eyes round full upon her fa-hill sides-when as you walk through the woods, view by the folds of a damask curtain, sit two lov. ther, and which he saw flashed with indignation you hear the dropping of ripe nuts upon the fallen ers, whispering low to each other. Such a tale at the suspicion, and betrayed to his penetrating leaves, and the chatter of the squirrels, as they busy have I lately been reading. mind, the true and, if the youth was unworthy, the themselves, getting in their winter store of food, or 'Tis something-not much, perhaps—but somedangerous state of her heart; "can thought of the whir of the partridge as from out the low, bush-thing, to know that a cousinly face, bearing a crime or guilt be associated with that open brow, es, close beside you, he suddenly startles you with pleasant smile will meet yours whenever you choose aside from his humanity and courage, which no the noise of his wings-but e'er you can recover to look up from your book; that a quick glance bad man could possess and exhibit so nobly and from your surprise he is gone and all is silent round will suffice to show you the exalted sentiment or gallantly as he had done. Out upon the thought, you. I love to sit at such time upon some old beautiful metaphor you have just read, has been iny dear father!" stump, green with lichen and moss, and stirring felt and appreciated by other than yourself. At

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FROM the bosom of the anarchy then came forth a spirit to ride upon the whirl wind and to direct the storm. It required the mighty intellect of Napoleon, and his no less mighty will, to broud over the chaos which the revolution caused it required that mighty intellect and that mighty will to impress some law upon its turbulent elements. Apparently the demon of war, he simply was its

We go with him, sorrowing and sad, from the legislator. The moral atmosphere in which Nap-
olcon was born was surcharged with the materials
of national and civil strife; and his spirit agreed
well with the atmosphere. He lit it up with the
glory of combat; he kindled all through it a new
splendor. He emblazoned soldiership with a
dazzling enthusiasm, and he shed over war a sub-

old homestead, "that well beloved place where
first he gazed upon the sky," to live within the
stranger's land, away from where his father's dust
is left alone and silent under other snows.

We
see him in time, turning to another friend and

more cosily into her Jenny Lind chair, and watch-yielding to him a love which though not as fresh, lime but deceiving poetry. But what mighty

uttered not written. The heart of the poet is laid open to us-we see the workings of its first agony when he learns his loss-the more quiet, yet deeper grief, when, as time elapses, he realizes that his friend is indeed gone from him-and when, as years roll on, his regret for his death becomes less though his "love is more than in the summers that are flown-" we see the hope that arose that he I would meet his "friend who lives in God" become perhaps even to himself-but not the less true for bitterly suffer. Hunger resembles such a tyrant.