least embarrassed, she accepted the offered hand of one of her cousins, and led the way to a large open space, which had been smoothed and rolled for the purpose, making as beautiful a dancing ground as could be desired. Circles were formed in other places also, and the dance was kept up merrily for an hour or more. Other amusements were there in abundance. Swings securely attached to the tall trees, grace-hoops, battledoors and shuttlecock, balls, and all sorts of cheerful sports, occupied the young and the old, till the signal was given for dinner. This was prepared on ample tables, covered with snowwhite cloths, and profusely ornamented with flowers. Strawberries were in abundance. Cakes, lemonade, ice-cream, sandwiches, and-but what is the use of enumerating. There was enough and to spare, and every body was more than satisfied. Many were the complimentary speeches made to the queen and her ladies, and many the sly jokes cracked on the singular appropriateness of "a coronation" in the midst of a republic. The freedom and ease of the party, the universal enjoyment, the equal distribution of the substantials of the occasion, and the constitutional benefits derived from such natural and primitive pastimes in the open air, satisfied even the most fastidious, that such a coronation was quite as democratic as anything in America that now bears the name. THOSE who fish for compliments deserve to get a bite. LET the f-clad Laplander boast Of the reindeer's bird-like speed;Let the Arab, for riding post, Bet high on his mettlesome steed;Let the Briton talk loud of the chase With the fox, or the hare, or the stag;Let the Yankee, stark mad in the race, Count miles by the minutes, and brag;The bird of the desert is ours Competitors all we defyA bird of such wonderful powers, We scarce know, if we ride or we fly. You have all of the hippogriff heard, For mettle and speed a rare thing, Half-breed betwixt courser and bird, Keeping pace with foot and with wing. The bird of the desert is he, The ostrich of beautiful plume, Skimming earth, as a swallow the sea, Or an eagle the lofty blue dome. He laughs at the speed of the hind, For pursuers he feels no concern, He travels ahead of the wind, And leaves the dull lightning aster". HIRAM. Description. HE day was one of the pleasantest in the cool, bracing autumn. Dinner was over. The carriage was sent for, and all were ready for a ride over the bluff-side road to the lake. Charley and Jane had been out, in the morning, and had seen, in their walk, a poor boy, who was lame in both feet, so that he could not walk at all. He had a little wagon, with three wheels, so contrived that he could push himself about, and travel almost anywhere, without help. The wagon was set upon the two smaller wheels, while the third and larger one was so arranged in a shaft, or tongue, projecting forward, that it not only drove the wagon, but guided it. While waiting for the carriage, Charley and Jane tried to explain this contrivance to their parents, Well, father, you must know that this front wheel had two long rods attached to them, like that which comes out of the engine of a locomotive, and, drives the wheel, only smaller. These the boy held in his hands, and with them pushed the wheel round. When he wanted to turn, he pushed hard upon Charley addressing himself to his father, and Jane to her mother. "Oh! mother!" said Jane, "the poor boy could not walk, and he pushed his wagon, and it was very funny." "Yes," said Charles, "I was so glad. It was almost like walking, he moved about so easy." "It had a crooked wheel in front," one side, and pulled upon the other, and said Jane. that gave the wheel a cant, and made the wagon follow it." "No," interposed Charley, "it had a wheel in front, like a wheelbarrow, only he could turn it round, so as to make the wagon go, and twist it about, so as to make the wagon go to one side." "Oh! and he made it go so fast," said Jane; "I was afraid he would fall." "But how could he make it turn round?" inquired the father. "Why, you see, father,""No, I don't see, Charley." "Very well, Charley, you have explained quite clearly. But how does the poor cripple get into his wagon, and out of it ?" "Oh! you should see that-it was so funny and so kind. His sister brought him out on her back, and set him in his wagon. When he came home, she ran out, he climbed on her back, and she carried him in." The Summit House. EADER, have you The night was a glorious one. The stillness was awful, but beautiful. A few rods from the camp, the Ammonoosuc came leaping and dancing down the mountain side, with a song and a glow, and the murmur of that song was almost the only sound that broke the stillness of the night. I was restless, from over excitement, and could not sleep. About midnight, I crept out to the little stream, bathed my feet in its almost icy waters, returned to the camp refreshed, and was soon lost in slumber. In the morning, we ascended, carrying with us a heavy cloud that had settled down on the mountain during the short hours of the night. It was four miles from the camp to the summit,. and hard climbing a greater part of the way. When we reached the top, we were amply repaid for all our toil and fatigue. The clouds lifted, and a wide magnificent expanse, extending to the ocean on the east, and to the Green Mountains on the west, was spread out before us. It is a scene that cannot be described. I shall not attempt it. Το appreciate it, to get any idea of it,you must go to the spot, and see it with your own eyes. seen Mount Washington? Probably you have, at a distance. But have you stood on its top, and seen the grand and almost boundless picture spread out below? If you have, I can say nothing to increase your impressions of wonder, sublimity and awe. If you have not, you have a treat in anticipation, which I hope you will not long defer. Twice have I stood on that lofty pinnacle. First, more than thirty years ago, I climbed that weary height on foot, with the old mountain guide, Ethan Crawford, and two intelligent, enthusiastic companions, who, with myself, made that a marked day in the calendar of life. We started from the Mountain House, about the middle of the afternoon, and reached the camp, at the foot of the mountain, about sunset. This camp was a small shanty, covered with bark, the floor strewed with hemlock boughs, which served for a bed. A tree thrown across the open side of the shanty, at a little distance, and covered with dry brush and branches, which were constantly renewed, till bed time, served for fire-place and fire. Here we cooked our salt pork, and here, the big end of the tree serving for a table, we made a sumptuous feast on doughnuts, crackers and pork, which the guide had brought in a bag slung over his shoulder. My second ascent was about fifteen years ago. Then a bridle path had been opened through the forest, and up the sides of the mountain, so that we rode quite to the summit on horseback. There was a large company; ten or twelve young ladies, and as many gen tlemen. My lady had never been in the saddle before, but she rode famously. We made the ascent, and returned in safety, the same day. Though much easier than the old and primitive way of climbing, it was not without its fatigues and dangers. The distance from the house to the summit, was nine miles; and eighteen miles on horseback, for a first experiment, was no small feat. Now, in these days of railroads and progress, the ascent is very easy, and the accommodations quite luxurious. A carriage road is made, or, if not completed, is under way. A house is erected on the summit, and ample provision is made for the comfort of all visitors, "The Summit House," presented in the accompanying cut, is forty feet long and twenty-two feet wide. The walls are four feet thick, and eight feet high, and laid in cement. The roof is fastened into the walls by strong iron bolts, while over the whole structure strong cables are passed, secured into the solid mountain. Go and see it, all of you who can, and those of you who cannot, do the next best thing-buy "Incidents in White Mountain History," published by Nathaniel Noyes, Boston. It contains the best account extant of the whole vicinity, and a perfect guide to it, from all directions. HIRAM. "MASSA," said Sambo, who had been sleeping on his watch, "is any thing lost, when you know where he be?" "No, you fool!" growled the captain. "Then our spy-glass ain't lost, for I saw him fall overboard last night." The Parlor Ball. LITTLE boy, about three years old, had a parlor ball, with which he was always unwilling to allow his brother to play. It was very pretty, and easily injured, and Robby was afraid that Charlie, who was only one year old, would break it, or spoil its beauty. But Charlie very much wished to have his brother's pretty toy, and was not always easily satisfied with playthings less likely to be destroyed. One day their mother brought home some Leaflets of the Law of Kindness," like this one you are now reading. She has a large packet of them, which she intended to give to little children. As she entered the nursery, she said: "Has Robby been a good boy?" "Yes, mamma, yes," cried Robby, and he danced around the room on his little toes; then came to his mother, and leaning his elbows on her lap, said : "I have been a very good boy; and now will mamma please tell Robby a pretty story?" His mother set him on her lap, and kissed him, and then took a Leaflet out of the pack, and read a story about a little boy and his railway toy. It said, several children were playing around their mother, when a little girl named Caroline came in to see them. All the children tried to amuse her, and showed her their playthings; but the toy that pleased Caroline the most was a railway, |