me,

money.

copper.

if I act on one,-'It is more blessed to give "What hallowed gold was that! Gained by honthan to receive; with that, he thrust into her est industry, saved by youthful prudence, given hand a brass-topped red-leather purse, stuffed with liberally and unasked, to those who needed and Generous fellow all the little savings, could not pay again; with a delicate consideration, that had heretofore escaped the prying eye and an heroic essay at concealment, a voluntary sacrifilching grasp of Simon Jennings. There was fice of self, of present pleasure, passion and affecsome little gold in it, more silver, and a lot of bulky tion. And there it lies, the little store, hidden up in Grace's Bible. She has prayed over it, thanked over it, interceded over it, for herself, for it, for others. How different, indeed, from ordinary gold, from common sin-bought mammon; how different from that unblest store, which Roger Acton covets; how purified from meannesses, and separate "Well, girl,' said Jonathan, gulping down an from harms! This is of that money, the scarcest apple in his throat, 'I, I won't have the money, coins of all the world, endued with all good properties that's all. Oh, Grace, Grace,' he burst out ear-in heaven and in earth, whereof it had been writnestly, let me be the blessed means of helping ten, The silver is mine, and the gold is mine, saith you in trouble,-I would die to do it, Grace, indeed the Lord of Hosts.' I would !'

"Dear Jonathan!' exclaimed Grace, quite thrown off her guard of maidenly reserve, 'this is too kind, too good, too much, indeed, indeed it is: I cannot take the purse :' and her bright eyes overflowed again.

The dear girl fell upon his neck, and they wept together like two loving little sisters.

"Jonathan,'-her duteous spirit was the first to speak,-forgive this weakness of a foolish woman's heart: I will not put away the help which God provides us at your friendly hands only this, kind brother, let me call you brother,-keep the purse; if my father pines for want of work, and the babes at home lack food, pardon my boldness if I take the help you offer. Meanwhile, God in heaven bless you, Jonathan, as He will.'

"And she turned to go away.

"Won't you take a keepsake, Grace, one little token? I wish I had anything here but money to give you for my sake.'

"It would even be ungenerous in me to refuse you, brother; one little piece will do.'

"Jonathan fumbled up something in a crumpled piece of paper, and said sobbingly, Let it be this new half-crown, Grace: I won't say, keep it always; only when you want to use that and more, I humbly ask you'll please come to me.'

"Such alone are truly riches-well earned, well saved, well sanctified, well spent. The wealthiest of European capitalists--the Croesus of modern civilization-may be but a pauper in that better currency, whereof a sample has been shown in the store of Jonathan Floyd."

The true devotion of Jonathan was not unrewarded. For when Grace's father had become a reformed man, and been promoted by Sir John to the place of the desperate Jennings, we have the following scene.

"I don't know, mates, whether, after all, I can't give the good girl something: I can give heraway! Come hither, Jonathan Floyd; you are a noble fellow, that stood by us in adversity, and are ed their hands. almost worthy of my angel, Grace.' And he join

"Give us thy blessing, too, dear father!'

"They kneeled at his feet on the sanded floor, in the midst of their kinsfolk and acquaintance, and he, stretching forth his hands like a patriarch, looked piously to heaven, and blest them there.

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"Grace,' he added, and Jonathan, my son, I need not part with yon,--I could not. I have heard great tidings. To-morrow you shall know how kind and good Sir John is: God bless him! and send poor England's children of the soil many

masters like him.""

And then Roger Acton thus sums up the moral of the whole tale.

"Now, a more delicate, a more unselfish act, was never done by man; along with the half-crown he had packed up two sovereigns! and thereby not only escaped thanks, concealed his own beneficence, and robbed his purse of half its little store; but actually he was, by doing so, depriving himself for a month, or may-be more, of a visit from Grace Acton. Had it been only half-a-crown, and want had pinched the family, (neither Grace nor Jonathan could guess of Ben Burke's bounty, and for all they knew, Roger had not enough for the morrow's meals,)-had poverty come in like an armed "And now, mates, one last word from Roger man, and stood upon their threshold a grim senti- Acton; a short word, and a simple, that you may nel,-doubtless she must have run to him within not forget it. My sin was love of money: my a day or two. How sweet would it have been to punishment, its possession. Mates, remember Him have kept her coming day by day, and to a com- who sent you to be laborers, and love the lot He moner affection how excusable: but still how sel- gives you. Be thankful if His blessings on your fish, how unlike the liberal and honorable feeling industry keeps you in regular work and fair wages: that filled the manly heart of Jonathan Floyd! It ask no more from God of this world's goods. Bewas a noble act, and worthy of a long parenthesis.lieve things kindly of the gentlefolks, for many "If Grace Acton had looked back as she hurried sins are heaped upon their heads, whereof their down the avenue, she would have seen poor Jona- hearts are innocent. Never listen to the counsels than still watching her, with all his eyes, till she of a servant, who takes away his master's characwas out of sight. Perhaps, though, she might have ter for of such are the poor man's worst oppresguessed it, there is a sympathy in these things, the true animal magnetism, and I dare say, that was the very reason why she did not once turn her head."

"For safety, she put the money in her Bible.

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sors. Be satisfied with all your lowliness on earth, and keep your just ambitions for another world. Flee strong liquors, and ill company. Nurse no heated hopes, no will-o'-the-wisp bright wishes: rather let your warmest hopes be temperately these,-health, work, wages: and as for wishing,

mates, wish any thing you will,--sooner than to restive horse, to " wind the mellow-horn," and bid find a crock of gold.'”

There are many thoughts and illustrations in this work that remind one of the "Proverbial Philosophy." It abounds in gems, and apt allusions, which display, apparently without an effort, the deep poetical vein, and the aesthetical culture of the author. To enjoy these, the work must be read. Wiley and Putnam have just issued "The Heart," and "The Twins." Two Novels, by Tupper.

To read the last novel, review, or number of the Sporting Magazine; to take a " dip" into the Georgicks, or, with my feet upon the fender, to while My friends came to dine with me. I mean not away my time, with the "Noctes Ambrosiana" of to describe my dinner: it might have done credit old Christopher, while my punch of the "mountain to the genius of the immortal Ade; but at least it dew" was throwing off its rich steam from the old partook not of the water-cress meagreness of the family pitcher, by the fire of ash and hickory that royal diet of Cyrus: its merits are nothing to the glowed upon the hearth, was to me the "summum purpose, though the wine that followed may have bonum" of in-door life; and I doubt much, if the been; I know not, but it was rich and generous conqueror of Asia was a prouder or a happier man, as old Falernian, and why should not generous when he gave utterance to the splendid, but selfish wine make people generous, as well as Boniface's and self-conceited reply, "Lucullus sups with Lu-strong ale" him strong that drinks it?"

cullus to-night;" while, to take my gun and pointer My health was proposed: it needed no second to hunt the partridge or the woodcock, or on my invitation to "fill the sparkling brimmers ;" for my

friends liked me well, and my good wine better; | county, my architectural imagination tempted me and with my health, it was proposed that I should to construct, in all splendor and magnificence, a become the candidate of the party for the county Presidential "white house." I already had my representation. name signed to my messages; saw almost breathThat no unkind inference may be drawn from less expresses hurrying them through the country; what I have said about my friends, I will do them gave brilliant fétes to my cabinet and to foreign the justice to say, that I had sometimes in my ex-ministers, and did all that a "people's president" citement nursed the flattering thought, that I might should do. become the candidate; and, I confess, their tender of a nomination had been "a consummation devoutly hoped for;" yet, had they not offered it, I should never have exhibited my independence as an American "sovereign," by coming out on my own responsibility.

But dreams and reveries, like all other things, have their end; and the next morning, I began to bestir myself in the matter-of-fact "primis initiis" of my new avocation, to wit: that delectable circuit-riding, to make proselytes, yclept canvassing. Not bedizzened with finery, but clad in my most Apropos of my acceptance, what a striking anal-democratic-looking garb, (why will not people in a ogy exists between the airs and arts of politicians free country exhibit independence enough to dress and those of pretty women! What pretty woman well?) mounted not on my thorough-bred hunter, ever looked into her mirror, who did not experi- but astride my most plough-suggesting hack, acence an almost feline gratification in torturing her companied by a friend, with a most capacious pair lover, however ardent might be his devotion, and of saddlebags to carry documents, I started on my though as much in love herself all the time, as rounds among the independent voters of my county. Venus with Adonis, pretend that he had wooed in I had never mixed much with the people, and vain, for a time, and finally marry him because she was, of course, unknown to most of them out of was sure it would break his heart if she did not, the limits of my immediate neighborhood, and I had and swear it was pure philanthropy, and not the always been considered rather aristocratic, though "tender passion," that lit the Hymeneal torches. it was by no means true. I always had a much And what politician ever lived, who had a long-higher opinion of popular majesty, than some who ing for any "fat office" in the "dear people's" pretend to it, but in truth, only regard the people gift, who did not, in his own cant, sacrifice, in as dirty tools, and think that dirty tools may do obtaining it, all domestic pleasures on the altar of their work; and when they have done it, they can his patriotism, shrink with admirable modesty from wash their hands clean of their pollution. it at first, beg to be excused from its burthens, but at last, a suicidal martyr, consent to ruin himself, that he might subserve the interests of his dear

countrymen.

I did not go quite so far, at least, I think not. A man cannot, however, be expected to criminate himself; suffice it to say, I made most becoming excuses and objections, which my friends did not find quite so much difficulty in removing, as Xerxes would have found in hurling Mount Athos into

the sea.

Ludicrous enough were the scenes of that day's adventure: arriving at one habitation, whose external appearance bespoke almost too little comfort for a voter to possess, and that is little enough, we at first hesitated as to halting, but at last decided to try the strength of our logic upon its occupant, and since "every little is a help," even to solicit, in political phrase, his influence and support.

We accordingly drew up before his fence and bars, (paling and gate he had none,) and set up an hallo, which was instantly returned by the barking of a What an oversight in Mr. Campbell, in his Plea-bull-dog, chained to a barrel, by way of kennel, sures of Hope, to bestow not a single page upon who seemed to bid defiance to our further apthe politician's hope! What hope is so ardent, proach. what so elastic as his? Let him be rejected by thousands, yet he confidently hopes to overcome the people's prejudice, and be the next elect; let his plans be thwarted and frustrated most signally, yet he hopes for change, and in change, for their accomplishment. Some people may call it perseverance, but perseverance would soon die, without the nourishment of hope.

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Aroused by the awful combination of noises, the "better half" of the proprietor of this inviting mansion, a scrawny old dame, emerged from the smoke, that not only encircled, but filled the house, and rubbing her eyes with the corner of her check apron, (check to all appearance, through the grease and smoke stains,) and shading them from the sun with her hand, greeted us with the following elegant address:

"Well, drat you, what do you want. Poor folks can't get no rest these days; continually aggrivating 'em 'bout taxes and intarnal improvements, and sich like. We aint got nothing, so you need'nt to 'light."

Left to myself that night, or only with the sweet companionship of the Virginia weed," what "strange vagaries" did my imagination pursue, and to what height, on the summit where" fame's proud temple shines afar," did not my hope ascend! How splendid is the castle-building of a politician! From the unreturned candidacy of a But, my dear Madam," I began, assuming my

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blandest smile, “my dear Madam, these are the very things we have come to see you about; we wish to ameliorate your condition."

"I don know nothing 'bout your book larning, nor none o' your dictionary sayings, so you need'nt to use 'em; times aint now as they was in old Gineral Washington's time, no how, and you aint going to make 'em no better, neither."

wished. My name! well it has the merit of being plebeian enough, thought I, and at least can do me no harm by sounding aristocratic.

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My name? Brown, Madam, Brown."

"Brown, well I declare, that used to be my name, too; some kin of Hezekiah Brown, I expectHezekiah Brown, the blacksmith; he's kin o' mine, and I reckon you are some kin, too."

I was about to profess my entire ignorance of

"Ah! my dear Madam, I see you begin to understand me; we wish to make times like General | Hezekiah Brown, Esq., and express my doubts as to any relationship that might exist between Mrs. Jenkins and myself, but I thought of the “drink,” and determined to keep in the good graces of my hostess, by all means.

Washington's, and if our party succeed in the election, we will do it too. Is your husband at home, and does he not own this piece of land and this house? I should like to see him."

"No, he aint at home: he don't own nothing: I was guilty of an innocent untruth, a white he's poor as Job's turkey, and he aint got chick nor lie," to be sure, in making my reply; but self-inchild, thank the Lord! to leave after him, to be terest, particularly in politics, carries men oftenharassed to death by sheriff and saddlebags. Drat times such a vast deal farther, that moralists may you, I knowed you from the first; drat a sheriff: consider the matter already adjudicated, by popuhere, Bull, sick him; sir, now you better slope-lar opinion, to have been perfectly justifiable. you don't sarve none of your executions, nor levy none of your nasty taxes in these here parts today poor folks dreadful imposed on, any how; but you sha'n't lay your hands on nothing of ourn, rapid, I tell you." So saying, she unfastened the dog, and bidding him seize us, marched into her house and slammed the door after her.

Entertaining no particular desire to cultivate a more intimate acquaintance with Bull, and mortified at being mistaken for the sheriff and his posse, we hurried off in double-quick time, and did not again essay to visit houses of the like appearance. Reaching one of somewhat more external decency of appearance, we stopped a hundred yards off, and throwing the unfortunate saddlebags under a bush until we should return, approached it.

Here we were met by another female stranger, though differing most pleasantly from our former acquaintance. She was all smiles-begged us to "'light and come in; and would'nt we take a drink, 'twant no ways inconvenient. Mr. Jenkins want at home, but he always left it out."

"Yes, Madam, I think it highly probable that there is some relationship between us. I think your sweet little boy there," alluding to a grinning urchin, who was playing with corncobs in the corner, "has the same beautiful eyes that my mother had, and they are strikingly like yours, too."

She did not have wit enough to perceive the blunder I had committed, in the fact, that my mother was no relation of any Brown family, and of course there could be no family likeness; but I had enough to perceive, that the bait had been swallowed, and Mrs. Jenkins had been won. was the proper time to "beat a retreat," which, after having been forced to kiss the mouth, so strikingly like my mother's, of the interesting hope, I managed to effect.

Now

Verily, there is no engine with woman so potent as flattery; from the time of Queen Anne and the humpback Richard, to this day of log cabin canvassing, it has exercised full sway.

In the expression of such an opinion, however, I mean not to be ungallant or discourteous to the "No, I thank you: I rarely take any thing." "gentler sex;" should they think so, and in their "Well, could'nt expect nothing else: rich peo-own phrase, be miffed at it, I mean to retrieve my ple too good to drink after poor folks. 'Twant character and obtain their good will, I trust, by none of the best, to be sure, but thought you might be cold; hows'ever, rich people don't give poor folks much politeness."

I had to appease her kindling wrath, by drinking her health in most execrable "cornjuice," and swearing it was the best of the "barley bree" 1 had ever tasted in my life.

avowing another belief, that potent as may be flattery with woman, still more potent is woman's influence over man, and even in the unfeminine matters of politics, it is a great mistake, to suppose that man is never governed by the weaker vessel. At all events, my mother's eyes and Mrs. Jenkins' influence, gained me one vote.

I then began to explain the object of my visit, Many were the visits I made that day, and many and enquired for her husband, when she interrupted the repulses which I received, all of which I magme withnanimously determined to forgive, that I might af "Well, what name shall I tell Mr. Jenkins, Sir? terwards enjoy the sweet gratitude of those who You did'nt say; pr'aps he'd like to know."

My unfortunate name, I have kept it from you, reader, all along, because I am ashamed of it, and I thought you might guess it easily enough if you

made them, when their eyes should be opened, as I had no doubt they soon would be, to their own interests; and many were the promises that were made me, alas! like lovers' vows, too often to be

broken; and much was the eloquence and logic Ito break down if I could. Accordingly, in my expended on those, who, after it was all over, would speech, after some cajolery and flattery, to get "the certainly have voted for me, but unfortunately they crowd" in a good humor, preparatory to the broachhad no votes. ing of such a novel idea, I began to excuse myself "Time and tide wait for no man," and as my for my non-compliance with the old custom, and friends did not take the "Scytheman" by the fore-by degrees to inveigh against the deleterious eflock in my nomination, he seemed to have no dis- fects of such a system, in the dissipation, and corposition to "drag his slow length along," but made ruption, and underhand influence which it exerted much better use of his pinions, than most unmar-upon the people of the commonwealth. ried ladies and gentlemen of no certain age" I had just reached the grand elimacteric of my would have desired. denunciation, and had begun to "lay the flattering Though I may not have been one of those un-unction to my soul," that all was well, and that it fortunates of "no certain age," which, by Lord had had its effect, from the applause that followed Byron's interpretation, means "certainly aged;" a happy hit at my opponent, in my calling him the yet, in my then situation, I did not particularly desire an exhibition by time of electro magnetic velocity.

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As it was, the momentous day of the election drew near, before I had prepared the set speech, with which it is deemed indispensable to treat the multitude on such occasions, which is generally made the subject of ridicule and detraction by your opponents, and is listened to by your friends, with the same anti-Job-like patience, as a Latin sermon by a Catholic congregation, who are heartily bored, but submit for the sake of their faith.

" cornjuice" candidate, when one of the sovereigns, a well known electioneerer, stepped up to me on the speaker's stand, and laying his hand upon my shoulder, and putting his mouth close to my ear, said in a pseudo whisper, intended to be heard all over the house," Mr. Brown, the five dollars you gave me to buy whiskey is all out, and if you don't fork out something extra, you can't come it over the boys out doors no how, though you may fool these old Methodists in here."

Conceive, if you can, my astonishment at such ultraism of impudence; to describe it is impossible: for the moment I was dumb-foundered. I then turned to strike the offender down, but he had vanished. I turned back to the audience to explain and deny all knowledge or participation in what he had asserted, but such a scene as I witnessed, I hope never to see again.

But listened to or not, laughed at or praised, to make a speech, and set forth my peculiar opinions, and to flatter and bootlick the "dear people," since it was the custom, that common law, less flexible than the laws of the Medes and Persians, I had to do, and accordingly I went to the Court House, not prepared with a "neat and appropriate address," to Some were convulsed with laughter, till they use the language of public meetings, but prepared held their sides again; some were kind enough to to try to talk" extempore," fail or not, as I might. sympathise with me, and to look mortified; but in The scenes of that crisis of excitement, when the countenances of most of them, was depicted a the fevered country is somewhat quieted for the scorn and contempt for one who could act with moment by literal bloodletting, I mean not to in- such deep-laid duplicity; and such were the eyes flict upon the reader, for they are familiar to all turned upon me, that, innocent as I was, and dewho delight to study human nature in all its vari- spite the maxim, "truth is mighty and will preeties; and greater variety, none need ever expect vail," I sank down, unable to explain or defend myto behold, than at a country Court House on elec-self. tion day.

In vain did my friends endeavor to explain to

One custom, resembling that of employing ap- them, that it was all a trick of the opposite party, plauders in the ancient theatres, which now, most to counteract the effect of my speech, and to defortunately for the country, has gone out of vogue, feat my election. They could not be stopped, but was then in "full blast." It was that of elec-hurried off to the polls to record their votes for tioneering by a display of generosity in treating to the "cornjuice candidate."

whiskey, by which the "hurrah boys,” a set more The triumph was complete. Notwithstanding swayed by-personal prejudice and individual bene-my mother's eyes and Mrs. Jenkins' influence, I fit, than by any love of principles, were generally was, in jockey phrase, double-distanced. won to the side of the aspirant who treated most If Father Matthew and the temperance reform lavishly, and who, by their applause and epheme- had then existed, I should have been elected. Howral partizanship, carried along with them the wa-ever, I bear no malice, as it was; the people were vering in principle,-those who went that they might soon made fully sensible of the artifice that had been belong to the winning side.

This system, pursued by my opponent, I determined, though contrary to the general practice of politicians, of "fighting the devil with fire," and although myself not ordinarily averse to a frolic,

practised upon me, and of the great injustice they had done me; and many were the deep regrets that were expressed, and loud were the calls made upon me, to run for the county at the next election, that they might repair the injury they had done me.