Title Page
 The ruby to the reader
 The pensioner's legacy
 The proud parroquet
 Love wins love
 The Emerald
 The calumet
 The peacock
 The miller's daughter
 Back Cover

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        Cover 1
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    Title Page
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    The ruby to the reader
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    The pensioner's legacy
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    The proud parroquet
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    Love wins love
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    The Emerald
        Page 3
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    The calumet
        Page 5
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    The peacock
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    The miller's daughter
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    Back Cover
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Full Text


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IT may gsem purlsm g, fbreoii
simple klte things u I and mp1
companions, to eas o6adves gwif
and to take the prekoi brmesd
the Ruur, the Tons, the EnMuRD,
and the A TarrPT. uat, as our
kind friend, the publisher, has pro-
vided us with a beautiful casket, to
keep us together, and to preserve
us from injury, we deem it neces-
giry, on our part, to asume a

6 TpI RIr TO TBa RrADne.

corresponding style. Besides, the
wisest of men ha said, that "Wis-
dom is better than rubies;" and, a
we aim to teach or young fiends
good lessons, we may, perhaps, to
the more thoughtil of them, whose
approbation we most vlue, jautif
emr title in that way.
OWevmnaL COnAS
Deinkbr, 14.


ONr of the most conspicuous per-
onlage in the village o Clifon, wa
George Marston, an old revolutio-
ary pensioner. He served thro
the whole war, and took part in s6,
eral of the most important engage-
ments. Hi father was killed in the
first skirmish at Lexington; and he,
though but a lad, instantly shool-
dered his musket, and joined "the


rebels" at Bostun. He was under
the very eye of Washington, in all
the snocceeding campaigns, crossed
the Delawate with him on theright
ofhe famous 26th of December,
wintered at Valley Forge, scaled the
fort at Yorktown, and witnessed the
surrender of Cornwallis. He was a
poor man, as most of those old he-
roe were, having sacrificed every-
tidg to purchase independence, and
resived,, from those who had noth-
ing to do but enjoy it, the scanty
pittance of ninety-six dollars a year.
On this small sum, with the little he
could earn by an occasional job of

] rt mUoimRX'E LINeAeC. 9

Sort in te vitge, and the charity
d his neighbors, he had lived to a
good old age, enjoying the con&
dence and respect of all who knew
Marston was an unmarried man,
and all the boys in the place wer
in the habit of claiming him as f6-
ther. It was his delight to gather
them about him, on the green, and
recount the adventures of his early
days, the encroachments of England,
the hardships of the revolutionary
struggle, and the glorious end it came
to. He taught them to give three
hearty cheer,with hats of, whoever

10 TIU PNINUonR's LI1Ac r.

the name of General Washingtoc
was mentioned. The oly pieee of
property he owned, was a small
bras gun, such a is usually called
a swivel, which he brought home
from the war, as a kind of trophy,
having obtained it from the enemy
with his own hand, by surprising
and securing a sentinel, on a certain
outpost, where the swivel was ata-
tioned as a signal-gun.
This gun, which had the letters
J. B. R. on its breech, and, from
tht circumstance, was called "John
BUDl' Roarer," was an important
a&ir 'on ll public occasions, anad


especially on the Fourth of July.
On that day, Marton was the leed-
ing character. The boys contribu-
ted their mites all round, to pur-
chase the powder, which the old
pensioner made up into cartridges,
A tent was erected on the green, in
true military style; boy-sentinels
were posted at proper points, with
wooden guns, and everything was
made to assume, as much as poasi
ble, the aspect of war. Three na.
tional salutes were fired at sunrise,
at noon, and at sunset, accompanied
with the shouts and cheering oall
the little patriots of Cliton. This


wa a great day for Maraton, and he
-smed to renew his youth as ofta
m it cam round.
For more than fifty years, that
same bras swivel had uttered its
thrie-thirteen voices of rejoicing
on the day of our nation's birth;
and with every utterance, the old
pensioner had joined his loud and
erty huzza. The day had never
gone by without the ceremony, nor
without his presence to give it edat.
But the old man's frame, though
seemingly a hard as iron, was mor-
tal. Inthewinter of 18-, he be-
gan to feelthat he was going the

Tam p SIrtNEru' LMAerT. 13

way odall the earth. He called th
little companyy of bright-eyed bop
about him, who had shared in all
his patriotic seal, and there solemn-
ly, in the presence. of Justice Par-
ker, who drew up an instrument in
due form for the purpose, bequethed
to them, the boy of the village of
Clifton, for ever: one brass swivel,
or gun, known by the name d
'John Bull's Roarer,' on coudi-
tion--wicA wu newer to be vided-
or selected for Many o or reum
whatmemer-that, on the fourth day
of July, of every year to the end d
time, the old tent should be ereste


on the green, u in times past, and
the three national salute fired, at
sunrise, noon, and sunset, of said
day, three choer accompanying
every discharge, in honor of that
greatet and beat act in the history
ofhuman freedom-the Declaration
of Independence by the congress of
the United States." At the close
of the paper, the old hero.added a
modest request, that they would also
remember the poor pensioner, and
give one additional gun, and one
cheer, at sunset, to the memory of
George Marston.
Before the last snow of that sea

Tan fsCIIOnMI'S LIsaCT. 15

son had disappeared from the neigh-
boring hills, the old soldier was laid
in his grave, honored by al, nad
sincerely mourned by his youth&l
legatees. They all attended his h-
neral, preceding the hearse in sol-
emn military procession, with muf.
fed drums, and black crape upon
their left arms, which they continued
to wear till the following Fourth of
Several years had passed away,
since the death of George Marston.
One generation of boys had almou
given place to their successors. The
glorious Fourth had been always


observed, and the last will and tee-
tament of the old pensioner samecdly
regarded in every particular; and
it had come to be looked upon as a
solemn trust, by the old, as well a
the young.
At the lower end of the village,
there was a considerable factory.
The establishment consisted of one
high narrow building, seated on the
brink of the river, a few rods rom
the bridge, seeming so to overhang
the stream, that a strong wind in
0`e right direction might easily cap-
asei it. This building was sur-
mounted with a small cupola, or

Tn rpwioman' LrSACT. IT

belfry, with a rod and vane above it.
The foreman of this factory was a
Englishmn by birth, and retained
all the feelings and prejudices of his
birthright, in regard to the matter
of difference between the two conn-
tries. He had never relished the
noise and glee of the fourth of July,
and made several attempts to with-
hold from his men the usual indul-
gence of a holyday on that occasion,
pleading that it was a useless waste
of time.
Having succeeded in introducing
into the ctory three or for of his
own countrymen, he foriil tpla


tg spoil the fun of the village boys
on the following anniversary, He
promised his men to give them an
additional holyday on the day of the
king's coronation, if they would get
possession of the swivel, and con-
ceal it for their own use, until that
day should arrive. Though a pub-
lic treasure, it was kept somewhat
exposed, in a small shed attached to
the village hay-scales, at the upper
end of the green. Taking advan-
tage of a dark, stormy night in
JunPe the factory boys, disguised as
I4mns, in cse they should chance
'to meet any one, went up, secured


the swivel, and deposited it, for sde-
keeping, in the belfry of their es-
The great day was drawing near.
The boys tegan to bring In their
contributions for powder, and direc-
tions were given to have "John
Bull's Roarer" rubbed up, and put.
in order for the Fourth. To their
utter consternation, it .was gone.
The whole village was in an uproar.
Every boy, every child, every man,
yes, and every woman, was moved
and excited. It was the town talk.
It engrossed the whole space uam-
ally occupied by politics, scandal,


and gossip. There was a sports-
neous gathering on the green, to
consult about the.strange robbery.
But what could they do I Nobody
could gues what had become of it.
Day after day passed off, and no
trace was found of the robbers. No
elew was given to the mystery.
The first of July arrived, and
still the mystery was not cleared up;
the swivel was not found. When
it disappeared, how long it'had
been absent from its place, no one
could tell. A proposal was made
to procure another, in order that
the boys might have their usual


sport on the Fourth. To this Gu-
tavus Maitland, one of the oldest of
the boys, who had known the Pen-
sioner, and honored his memory,
strenuously objected, declaring that
old George Marston's bones would
not rest easy in his grave, if any
piece but his own favorite swivel
should be heard on that day; add-
ing, that it could not have disap-
peared without hands, and by some
means or other it must and should
be founk
The Englishman enjoyed deeply
the consternation and chagrin of his
neighbors, and felt that his triumph


was now complete. It chanced,
however, that one of his men, who
had been engaged in the robbery,
was making his addresses to Betaey
Howard, a very clever, good-natured
girl, who had lived, as a nurse, in
the family of Mr. Maitland. While
there, Gustavus had been her pet;
and he was still a great favorite with
her, is he was with every one else.
Her lover was so delighted with the
success of his adventure-for he
was the leader in it-that, lover-
like, he could not refrain from giv-
iag her a hint of what was going o.
He did not boldly let it all out, but


gave forth some oracular intimations,
from which the shrewd girl gathered
the whole secret, or, at least, satisfied
herself that she knew all aboutit.
The good-natured Betsy was in
a quandary. She was a Yankee, of
the warmest kind, and could not
bear the idea of the boys being
cheated out of their patriotic sports
on the Fourth. On the other hand,
she did not like to expose her lover,
by betraying his secret. She had
been at Mr. Maitland's, had seen
Gustavus several times, and knew
how sadly he felt the loss of the
swivel, and the prospective defeat


of their customary arrangements for
celebrating the national birthday.
Bey's love of country, and old
associations, fially so far prevailed
over her new attachment, that she
resolved to do as much for Gustavus
as her lover had done for her-give
him a hint. She accordingly put
together a few rude lines, in the
form of a riddle, and, as often as
she saw Gustavus, sung them to a
familiar air. The lines were these:

*I Oue"a mNld bet fy,
Vy, very, very hig,
STwo ..mly t together dvwel-
JohL BUs aIdser n m r lm l
The Bloam r dlep bIib thb be L"


The name of the Roareir exi-
ted Gustavus, whenever he heard it.
Ana he immediately turned upon
Betsy, to know what she meet.
"Oh! only a little riddle from an
old play," was her reply; and she
went on singing it over again and
again. She did this several times,
apparently taking considerable paiu
to throw herself in the way of Ghs-
It was then the second day of
July. Gustavu laid awake several
hoar that night, pondering deeply
Sthe mystery of the Roarer. At
logth it flashed upon his mind, that


he had divined the meaning of Bet-
sy's riddle. He remembered hav-
ing heard the foreman of the factory
give out some of his flings at Yan-
kee Independence. He had often
heard him speak in praise of Old
England. He remembered, also,
that one of his men was said to be
Betsy's particular friend. He put
these things together, and, having
made up his mind to know some-
thing more of the matter on the
morrow, he fell asleep.
The next day, Betsy could not
be band. She had gone away, very
early in the morning, to visit her

MT rPmMon0R'S LleACT. 27

mother, some twenty miles of. He
therefore communicated his suni.
see to two of his chosen companion,
with whom he held a long consulta-
tion. They three went together to
examine the factory more particu-
larly, and consider what should be
done. They took their station on
the bridge, and seemed to be wateb
ing the eddying of the water, as it
rolled, and tumbled, and foamed, ir
the little basin, and then whirled
away, through the arches of the
bridge, into the expanse below.
While there, a plan was formed,
which was to be executed at mI.


night; and they parted, to meet at
eleven, on he green.
Everything was quiet in the vil-
lage, when this self-constituted com-
mittee of three, muffled in strange
clothes, took up their march for the
bridge. Everything was quiet there,
too, except the everlasting roar of
the waters. Not a soul was stir-
ring, not a light could be seen,
about the factory. Bidding his
companions wait on the bridge, till
they should hear him whistle, Gus-
tans crept softly round to the base
of the tower, and, laying hold of he
lightning-rod, proceeded to climb


up toward the belfry. It wa hard
work, and several time he slipped
back, losing several feet of what be
had with so much difficulty gaid
He was not of a disposition, huwe-
er, to give up a thought, when he
had opce adopted it as practicable.
He persevered, and triumphed. He
gained the belfry; and there-Bet-
sy's riddle was solved: "The Ro1 er
slept beside the bell."
His fint impule was, to give a
load husa. He restrain himse
however, lest he should rouse aei
opposition to his motions. Morin
the oarer carefuly toward the


eaves of the belfry, he gave it a sud-
den plunge; and his satisfaction was
complete, when it fell noiselessly
upon the oft soil below.
With a triumphant whistle, the
brave boy slid down by the same
way that he went up. The swivel
as lashed to a pole, placed across
the shoulders of his two comrades,
sad restored to its wanted place of
dignity, in the centre of the green.
A heavT charge was put in, and the
committee of three stood as senti-
.1l, till the day dawned. As the
lt fait streak of light appeared
i the east, the match was put to


the Roarer, ad a shout, a loud a
three young voices could raise, so.
companied its reverberation to al-
most every ear in the village.
In a few minutes, the green was
filled with men and boys; and great
was the ecstasy of all in the record
ery of the swiveL Three cheer
were at once proposed to Uwstav
and his friends and they were gki
en with such right good will, tha
the echo reached to the factory, and
routed the foreman from his dreams
Expecting to .enjoy the chagrin
of the disappointed Yankes, he
marched proudly .pp to the green,
, ,--t-


Sad arrived jut in season to ee the
match put to the Roarer, for the
fint of the sunrise round.
Three cheers for Johnny Bull's
belfry I" shouted Gutavus, as soou
u he saw the Englishman.
The cheers went up from hun-
dred& of voices. instantly followed
by one long groan. The discomit-
ed .reigner turned quickly upon
his heel, mad was never after seen
in that part ofthe village.


Wheterw I ad a mul, or me.
I'l aet pretead toay- -*
But It talked, ad talked, the Tle day,
and had a waa bin aba wa
Of looklan weedmu wlse.

Tnuas never was amore beu
tifl creature of the pq ies, the
Arthur Mellon's parot Her plW
mn was ricer than I an well
describe. Not only wre all the
cols of td raiabow ridcl bleded
dtrM but there were some fstb
so ingulaly arieated, n epo



deeply dyed, that it was difficult to
say which part was most beautiful.
Her tail was very long, and as gau-
dy as a peacock's; while each sep-
arate plume in it had its distinct and
appropriate hue, there'was such a
marvellous blending of shades in
the whole, that an artist might have
taken from it an admirable lesson
in the harmony of colors." Her
eye was peculiarly bright and ex-
pressive, with such an amusing
twinkle at times, as would make
you laugh in spite of yourself. It
seemed to convey volumes of unut-
terable wit.

?3U ?en 3hlSU U,

It i my opinion, by the way, tht
the part i the undefnded ~svk
of deliberate injustie. She is to
often spoken of a m e imitator,
repeating, without intelligeee, te
lesson she has bee taught, as me
cynically as the clock strgiu the
hour, or w MAselw's ches-plyer
utters his trim anhut eck." S
i ranked with the owl fr wid m,
being ironically allwe a mock-
place in the scale; and, though al-
ways expected to dantr nonser e
) others, is not permitted to speak
a word fGo h elt Let me stad
h her chmpn.
forth as her champion. *


Arthur Mellen's parrot was a
enable as she was beautiful; and
she had a very high sene of her
own dignity and importance. There
was scarcely anything in the range
of Arthur's little affairs and rela-
tions, at she did not seem to un-
derstand. If Arthur was in difi-
ealty with his playmate, Poll would
take hs pert at once, iying in the
Aee of hs assilants, and crying,
"Let rthur alone I-let Arthur
alone" till they wa glad to get
out of her way. If he r.eured
out of the yard, into h street,
when he waa forbidden to go, Pjol

en no- n? met-T. 3T

wold intaatly .pe t hi, KM
er, Arthur r a sway!-Arthb r r
away !" he would then y Aat
him, calling out, "Arthur, ;Wotkt
says come home and them, hst-
ening back to the house, she would
perch on the window, rying-
" Mother, Arthur wont come baok I
-Arthur nughty boy I"
One day, hearing the hens eack-
ling in the yard, she sid, "Mother,
biddy lay an egg I go bring it in
Repeating it several times, and mt
king rather more noue than wa
areeable, Mrs. Mllea Uid, dsha
ly, Poll, hold your tomgp PaM

38 Ts rafOU PArUOUeT.

was ery indignaat,.and immedite-
ly replied, "Hold your tongue I
hey I-hold your tongue hey I
that's pretty talk I where'd you
learn that She then went into
her cage, and refused to coine out,
or to speak other word, for the
whole day.
On one occasion, when Mrs. Mel-
lea had company, Poll was rather
ofioious, and so full of talk, that
Arthur was directed to take her
away into another room. But Poll
would not go at his bidding; so he
took t small stick that he had been
playing with, attempted to dis.


lodge her from her perch over the
door, sad drive her out. For Moe
time, he could do nothing to moe
her; for every time he raised the
stick toward her, she would etch
itin her bill and hold it fast. At.
length, getting vexed with her ob-
stinacy, Arthur suddenly struck her
a pretty smart blow with the stick.
Upon this, she drew herself up, with
an air of offended dignity, ruffling
the feather about her neck, as if a
strong wind were blowing upon
them, and instantly few down upon
a chair by the side of Arthur, crying,
8tike Poll 1-trike Poll 1-Ar-


thr strike Poll ?"-with such a
look and tone, that, pet as she was,
Arthur war afaid of her, and moved
away. Poll pursued him, with the
sme indignant look and tone-
'*Arthur strike Poll Mindhow yoe
behave I"-till the poor boy, fear-
ing what might happen, if he ofend-
ed her imnre, was glad to make his
escape into another room.
When Arthur came in to tea,
Poll was perched quietly in her
cage; but every now and then, she
seemed to be muttering something
to herself Presently, Arthur told
his Mther what had happened be-

T aUD n U mCmT. 41

twe bhis pet and himel BeLm
he had quiae. nihed his story, Po
iatrrupted him, exclaiming, with a
biter emphasis, Father, Artr
strike Pll I-Arthur trike Poll
-can't bear that I" Sevesal times
after that, during the evening, he
would tart up, a from a mvery,
d say, Can't ber that I'
Poll was very delicate in hr
tate, and fbd of a ice bit, whem-
wer-h oould get one. Om day,
when Ma. Mellen had been baking
Squatity of aioe cakes, she lai
.out upon a table, previously to
putting thm away in the panry.

4U Tw rPIwm PARlUOq r.

Poll immediately alighted upon the
table, sayig, Help yourself Pell I
-help yourselZ Poll 1" and act-e
aly bit a piece out of several of the
cakes, bebre her mistress could
oomo to she rescue.
Not long after thi, she few into
an apple-tree, that stood near the
houe, and commenced biting the
apples, and throwing them down on
the ground. She was peremptorily
ordered to desit, but only went on
the more earnestly, saying, Polly
Ime the fun 1" Ater callingto her
mernal times, and getting no an-
wer, but "Polly like the fan," or

Tes roev ?ABsscsI. 43

"Stuad away from under," sad be.
ing eriouly vexed at the loe of
his fruit, Mr. Moln took up one
of the apples, and threw it t her,
with so good an a, ma quite to
dislodge her from her perch. In a
great rage, she flew directly at her
assilant's face, giving him a severs
bite, exclaiming, That's your way.
is it and then, passing though
the window, dashed into the look.
ing-glais, shivering it into a theo-
sand pieces, shouting, "Do that
again if you dare."
This violence of passionate re-
venge, only increased her master's


displeaure, which he attempted to
manifest by whipping her with a
small switch. Looking fiercely at
him, she said several times, "Polly
can't bear that," and then, as he
continued striking her, the added
in rather a mournful tone, "Poor
Polly die," and, spreading her
wimp, dashed out again at the win-
dow, and disappeared among the

Night came, and the bird did not
return. Another day, and another,
and yet a third passed by, and noth-
ing was seen or heard of poor Poll.
Feeling no doubt, that when she

TMu r Amm UsUns,. 48

was soffclmly hkuag to b ge
the chastiMmet abe had reoived,
she would come back in a better
mood, they made so formt to bd
her; though poor Arthur was sdly
at a lose to know what to do with-
out her. On the fourth day, be
was permitted to go t sad seek for
her. But heould not be found.
The sometimes obrful, but otm-
or sad and plaintie all, "Poll-
poor Poll-Arthur wants Poll,"
met no reponae from any quarter;
and'Arthur returned, with a heavy
heat, weeping for the lows of his
pet companion.

44 rMs nro PARMOQVT.

About a week after this, the poor
creature was found, lying dead un.
der a tree, near the bank of the
river, about a mile from the house.
The man who found her, had been
at work at no great distance from
the spot; and he remarked, that he
had heard, often during the first
two or three days of the week, the
voice of the parrot, seemingly very
near him, calling Arthur," but did
'not know whence it came. Several
times she added, "Arthur, poor
Polly die," or, "nobody love Poll."
Each day the voice grew fainter,
and then was heard no more.


Now, who will venture to say
that Poll wu a mere chatterbox,
an animal echo, without any notions
of her own I The beautiful bird
still remains, sciendtically stuffed,
and set in a glaw cue, as an orna-
ment to the very parlor, which was
the principal scene of her living
*glory. But als I her ready wit,
her sprightly talk, her inimitable
repartee; I can only say, as wa
said of another musical character,
"We ae'r hall look upmo her like aga.



TzLL UMb'wb 18i V You IrI
so hay? dilse to ym km4
It dme yew wmd am amoma
The. Ife hA" II yes jould seal?

Why to sie a Om 3 op age

whgv"od s"*"wW b siwas "Mpsg
is a o-

Why Is it -wis to wbispsi me mg not


Tan village school was j.t d&-
missed, and a gay, happy, frolic-
some troop of boys and girls issed
Arm the door, all eager to improve
thekw. bety. "Come, Amnn," ald
a little girl to her compnioa,
"come and gather wild fower with
me, before you go honm."
I can not," said Anna, "I aml
haten to my deer mother. Se


looked so pale and sick when I
left her this morning, that I have
thought of nothing else all the day.
I could not learn my lemon, I felt
so sad."
"Do come," said Kate; "you
can not make your mother better."
"I know it, but I can fan her
when she sleeps. I can bring her
drink, and smooth her pillow, and
talk with her when she is able to
"0 how can you like to be in a
sick room, this beautiful summer.
a loe my my."
Because I love my mother bet.

LoOT WINM I0o. .1

ter tba the beautiful eowe.;' and
she bounded away with the leet-
nea of a few, ad was soon at the
cottage. Quietly she opened the
door, ad entered on tip te her
mother's room. She found he
seated in an easy chair, her eye
beaming with uneathly brighmes,
and her cheek gloimng with the
hectic flush, which, toa child's in-
perienced eye, seemed the houm
health. The little girl with joy
exclaimed, Oh I mother, I am so
happy-ygu will soon he wll, d
we shal ramble together i the
wood*-will we not, deer mother "

M &eY WIN &eVa.

Mr. Ar ld& ksed her dagter,
ad, cldpiag her fodly in her ar,
aid, "I hall soon Ilae you, dere
est; but our heavenly Father will
atke care of you. He bh prom-
Wed to be a father to the ther-

Ana laid hr hem in her moth-
rs lap, and wept bitterly. Mrs.
rold, too, was umble to speak;
us in ernest, sileat prayer, she
.omenmde her little one to Him
whooededh the young raves when
thry cy, d dohes he llies ofthe
mld in beauy. Her only do to
eith wa abt belovedn Ald I

LOVl w LOyu.

wh r,in conidiag ith, ihe
commit her to the guardian eae of
hlr heavenly Fahr, she become
calm, ad endavored to lead br
daughter's thought to tuht huM
howe, where her fiaer ad belov
brothr had gone, mad whe dis
hoped they waold al be reuaitked
Mrs. Arnold had only om rael
tite to whom she ooal loek to taks
Anna. This w a brother of hwr
husband, a geatema of wealth ln
aditaat city. He had aspet ma
yea in South Amriae, -ad m-
turned with a large fortme. I
bh had wver pro "red amid


her, though he knew how searay
was the pittance upon which she
lived, and that she must necessarily
toil at her needle, to procure the
memas of support. The cottage
where hae lived, was her only earth-
ly property, and the clustering
vb ie and beautiful lowers, which
were arranged with tatefful ele-
gance in the garden, gave it a charm
wheh many splendid mansions do
not possess. The neat parlor too,
with its plain furniture, the only
ornamental of which were book and
lowmW, had such a look of comft,
tht one who entered it would love


to liger, s if the genius of the
place was happiness.
In truth, though Mrs. Amnol
was not rich i the common accep*
taskmrof the tera, she was r ia
the priceless gift of a heart opme t
beauty, and a tas that found ine~
haustible treasures of thought ia
all the wurks of God. Her elegant
accomplishments were sources of
usefulness awl happiness and she
made everything around her coe
tribute to her intellectual and mor-
al improvement. Her tones were
gentleness and loe. Her words
wer all kivdless. She seemed to


throw around an atmospher of
love and peace. She headed the
thought of placing Ana in the Af.
ily of her unole, where fashion mad
selfishness reigned, and where her
aesionate heart would be chilled,
and all her generous impule
Day after day, and week after
weekof hopeless languishing pas-
ed, before she could decide to o-
quaiat her brother with the state of
her health, and ask his protection
for her child. When she did, his
reply wa brief and cold, comela
ding with a promise that he wqLld.


Call at F- oa his way to Oi>
eiasti, in the course of a bw
For umay day, Amsn watched
at her mother's sde, and ad fher-
ful every morning, but nowraged
with dehrive hops every afternoon
when the heeds ush wau on bhi
cheek ad' she looked like her
former eIt One day, as the set-
ting unn threw a gorgeous light dm
all the clouds, MWn Arnol4 desed
Aau to -lif the curtain, thit as
might look once more upon the
glriop~a uwte Just then, a ear
iage stopped at the door, and Mr.


Arnold w announced. "Mother,"
aid Anns, "will you see oule
now I"
"Now I" Msd she, impresively.
Mr. Arnold entered, with a look
of importance, as if he were ex-
peoted to conefr favors. Mrs. Ar-
ad grasped his offered hand, and
murmured-" My child!" Then,
sinking back upon her pillow, she
The little orphan refused t be
comforted. The only mourner, she
followed her mother's remains to
the grve, and wished to lie down
in the ame bed.


la a few days, Mr. Armold, with
the yoaug orphan, a child of only
tea yea, was on his way to New
York. Anna would often care
him a she was wont to cares her
mother. But bi stern look almost
frightened her. "Will you loVe
me Will aont lore mel" she
timidly inquired, as they stopped
at the door of a splendid mansion
in New York. "If you ae a goed
gir was the only reply. The
you sl love me, for I will be ery

Her aunt received hri i ly,
id, had not Anna' yo~an heat

S LIOV r ws Lor.

een absorbed with her own grie,
she would have felt it keenly.
After many days of solitary sad
am, she longed>a pour out her a-
fction, and love her ancle and ait,
as she had been woat to love. For-
mality and coldness were every-
where. The little attentions which
hr heart prompted her to pay, were
all rendered by servnts. If her
rncle wanted a paper, a servant wa
called to hand it to him. Ifesr
auat wised for anything from her
jd re- room, a servant was rung
Ifob bher bidding. Little Anna
ikM if thee expression of love


were inseparable tom lote; and
she longed towi a way tothe heart
of her unele and mant.
One morning, as he entered the
break&at-room, she saw that the
newspaper was not at hib sat, and
she ran hastily and placed it betre
him. A smile rewarded her-the
only smile which illumined the
morning's repast. "Oh said it-
de Anna to hesselt 'a smile is lie
sunshine I will try aed get am-
Assiduous to please, the little
girl would bring her uncle is slip-
pen; if he returned from a walk


or a ride, she would run to the door
to take his hat and cae. I, afer
dinner, he walked in the garden,
she would pluck a bouquet, and lead
him, by her fanciful explanations,
to feel an interest in flower which
was altogether new. Every day the
table was decorated with lowers;
and these little silent messengers of
love were not unheeded.
Every look, every wish, of her
uncle and auut, were regarded; and
when, after much consultation, it
was determined that Anna should
be sent to a boarding-school, Mrs.
Arnold asked, ow can we do

LoVa WINm LOVe. 9

without her 1 I fear the sunshine
will go with her."
"True," replied her husband;
" I never knew, till now, how grate-
ful are the attentions rendered from
love. The sweet child has taught
me a leson I shall not forget-to
seek to make others happy."


IF, wbhe the yers anr takl wlai
Tou're madous to Improve,
Obi hed these two mesm tbnge t
Obedeiase ma Le.
ObeIsm wins h- ml. df d,
Aad eim y p eso of maiod
Love make ow life a oway roed,
And lave so ther behind.

Tn let each opening year begin
WMh ibh resolve, ad prne,
To eheri kindly thoughts wihi,
And outward falts repair .
And may you GA, each yea, em day,
Now oae d gratefl joy,
That He to whom we odly pray,
aes bleMed our duing boy.

-. '





b f'lAd of Osmpeu higai IS*
be. Oak% O@i..db.kllls 11 a tu 60 Uldd Sine
isadhro uasuuiombgofhdsaw tab.

9-"W bY saftm bSeWR
is cbabmu war. A.


LoInA, the only daughter of t&a
chief Panito, had been taught by
her mother to love everything, ai
to look with delight upon nature, in
its eer-varying beauty. In early
abildhood, when she fSat noted
the rude deconaon of their wIg
wm, her mother, au he placed the
clumet in her tiny hands, told her
it was the token of kindness, aud


bade her ever love it, for she would
thus please the Great Spirit. And
when the little girl pointed to the
hatchet, and asked what was that,
her mother clasped her in her arms,
and told her a sad tale of war, where
her own father and brother were
killed by this bloody inatrnmet;
and then, turning to the pP of
Pe, she said: ver love this.
Had my brother and father kept th
token, they had not fallen in bttle."
Loil wept at the story, and then
promised her mother always to Asr-
ish peace.
The teachings of Loila we all

of geotlenesas ad lorea; pr Ir
amoter, having sufferd dply Al
strife among her kindred, whd. be
tuwght by her fliocions the eils of
war. By reading the bouk of s-
tare and providence, bor a hebn-
folded to'the law of love dlasem A
in everything around her. Oft0
would she direct her little gil tp
the glorioausna as an erablp of
the Great Father, shedding his li5t
and warmh equally on all bow.
It semed a if the Iadiam ma er
knew she would soon leave her li l
one, so earnest and indea&igthlh
was sh in her instrutio. One


day, when Loila was about twelve
years od, she returned home from a
ramble in the woods, and running to
her mother, with an expression of
great delight, exclaimed," See what
the Great Spirit hau ent us I"
With surprise and awe, the moth-
er beheld a lower, a most beautiful
and perfect representation of the
calmet, or pipe of peace. "I have
desired for my dear child a lie of
peace," said he, after admiring it
awhile in silence, ad the Great
Spirit has sent me this token that
my prayer is heard. He has made
this little lower to spring up in


yodr path, to show that your Wi-
sio on earth is one of love and
When autumn cnme the moder
drooped. Loila watched by Whr
side with the most anxious sdld-
tude and tender care. With taste-
ful elegace, she would range the
wbfv powers around the apartment,
for she knew her mother's love for
them, and the compeaiodship she
found in them.
Reclining upon a mt at the doe
of the lodge, while a brilliant -
tnnmal un wa throwing his settg
rays upon the group around, lay te


Indian mother, the wife of Pamito
just ready to depart for the spirit-
land. Her eye glanced from her
husband to her child, and then, with
a significant look she pointed to
the calumet, which always adorned
the walls. Loila understood her
look, and immediately gave it to her.
With a last effort of expiring na.
tare, she clasped it with something
of the devotion which a Romanist
feels for the crucifix, and expired.
Loils longed to go, likewise, to
the spirit-land, for her mcher's com-
panionship was unlike that of the
associate around her. Her father


was stern and ferce. He lored his
daughter with deep devotion; but
his smaners and deportment had it-
ways more of the warrior than the
.father, as his thoughts were always
,more absorbed with the interests of
his tribe, than with those of his own
family. Not long was Loila permit-
ted to visit her mother's grave. A
warbroke out with theMasawoamie,
and the gentle girl fbfowed her &
their reluctantly, to witness scem
of cruelty and bloodshed. The In-
dian mode of warfare is by lying in
ambuh, and attacking the enemy
secretly and by stratagem; mad thebr


war often continue for many years.
A deadly hostility had long existed
between the ahtbbas and Mask
womis. Two years they had been
hunting each other as beasts of
prey; but now the bold and cruel
ohif of the Mssawomies, who had
been the terror and scourge of all
the neighboring tribes, was dead.
His honor and his courage were
claimed by Oleon, his son, who was
better known by the name of Black
Hawk. To him the tribe already
began to look up, as an intrepid
leader in their battles, and an ac-
cepte chiefin their councils, though

Ta OALvsT. 13

now a youth of scarcely tweaty
summers. His fats of dari, his
singular endurance, and hi martial
spirit, inspired their confidence.
When, however, it was known to
the Kahtabas that the Bald Eagle
was dead, the concil-fire was lht-
ed, and the chief& assembled to de-
termine what course to parsn tow-
ard their enmiae. Should they
now send the calumet, and propose
peace, or, the Bald Eagle being to-
ken out of the way, should they,
with renewed energy and seal, pe-
ecute the war, and exterminate their
hated rivas
i I


Panito ru the irstto speak.
"'riep~d and brothers: The
Great Spirit has taken away our
great enemy. He has uprooted the
mighty oak of the forest, that has
been planting itself for nearly a
hundred years in the earth. He
bids us now arise, and cut down the
young. sapling that sprung.from its
bots. Though our numbers are
greatly diminished by our long and
wasting strib, the war will now soon
Come to an end, for the Great Spirit
is on our side."
An aged chief arose. His words
were always regarded with veners-

TrI CALeVMT. 1i'

tion. All waited, ith eirnet at-
tention, for his utteta e. ating
long, he looked around on the u-
sembled chiefs, and said:-
". iendi and children: Wfhee
is the Red Birdt Wh're is Swft
Deer Where is Talula the fear-
less Where are the fat)era of o
ancient tribe I The leaves of M.
tumn cover them. They have fill
in the strife with our enemies.
Does not the GreatSirit cal us to
peace I Let us send the cal9a
to the youthful chief and tell hi
we ae brothers. This is my


After long pause, a youthhl
warrior stood up, and said:-
"Father, your talk is good; and
if the frosts of winter were upon ah
our heeds, as they are upon yam,
we should be content to bury-the
hatchet, and die in peace. But our
rthes must be avenged. The so
of Red Bird, of Swift Deer, of Ta.
hia, are here. n them their fa-
thera live again; and they can not
lie down in peace, in their grave.,
while the enemy that slew them
There was silence for a long time.
No one spoke. At lengtthe hi


arose, and lft the council. At t
signal, they all departed, each to
reject alone, before the Anal decis-
ion should be made.
Pnito returned to his lodge, with
a firm determination to prosecute
the war. His eye ashled with un-
wanted spirit, and his form seemed
to dilate with thoughts of success,
which he doubted not would now
crown his anm in battle. Cop-
scious of the superior courage ad
prowess of the Bald Eagle, he had
never felt the confidene, and the
spiriktirring eoer, that now
Miedhis soul for a certain triumph.


Why shbhld he fear I Oleda was
young and inexperienced. The
charm of the name of Bald Eagle
was no longer with the red men,
who had regarded him as a wizard,
and trusted to his strength and skill
u something more than mortal.
His own people, the Katahbas
would no longer be oppressed with
the fear of that charmed name.
Why should not Panito feel cour-
age and confidence. He was re-
solved, and nothing should turn him
Lola, the beautiful daughter of
Paito, was waiting his return fro

t CALtU 19

the council. By nature, lMe mad
loving, she longed for peae. The
war-whoop had no music for her er.
The war-dance it grieved her to
behold. There was no cord in her
soul, that harmonized with the rude
sounds and terric sights of the bt-
tie-field. he.flew, with a bound-
Sing tep, to greet her father's retum
from the council; but when she red
the expansion of defiance, sad i
movable resolve in his oountmnance
her eye drooped in adness, and dt
gathering smile fed from her Ipe.
"Will not the hatchet now be
buwrie" she timidly iaqued


Neev," ws the strn reply,
"tll owr shie become woman, or
wr enemies are destroyed. Let
Loils prepare her other for- the
battle "
Loal loved her father with her
whole hear. She was his orly
chid, the joy sad charm of his lie.
And for her, he would cheerflly
hbae shed the lat drop of his blood.
Thee was biotone sentiment ia hi
soul, that was deeper and str ge
than hi affecion fr his child; Md
that was the wamir's that for m-

Deeply and keenly did Lodilsl


the brief, stern, decided reply, wM
assured her that her cherished hope,
her fervent prayer, would not be
realized. She had caught the echo
of the old sachem's pacific words.
They were in harmony with every
feeling of her heart, and she re.
ceived them with the reverence aad
awe due to a message from the
Loila passed a sleepless night,
occupied with earnest petitions to
the Great Spirt, to grant peace to
her beloved people, and to preserve
her father from the perils of another
hopeless codict with the invisible

,9 Tain ALUVMT.

Massawomies. Morning came, sad
when she prepared her father's firu
gal repast, she placed the calumet
upon the mat before him. Panito
understood the mute token-the
remembrance of his wife, her win-
ning tones of love and peace. Her
last moments, too, came to his rec-
ollection; and, turning to his daugh-
ter, he said: "Beam of the sun,
earth is no place for you. You will
soon go to your mother."
Loila left the wigwam, to visit
her mother's grave, and renew her
solemn assurance to regard her in-
str tions, ever to pray that her


people would bury the hatchet, am
smoke the pipe of peace. Decora
ting her mother's grave with the
symbol that she loved* (the wild
flower calledJ the calumet), she en-
tered the forest with a sad heart.
But, as youth is easily impressible,
the song of the birds, the beauty
of the flowers, the gorgeous foliage
of the trees, the broad blue' canopy
of heaven-all awakened her soul
to harmony ,and beauty. She be-
came hopeful and happy, and boynd-
ed forward with light step and gay
heart, plucking the wild flowers,
and chanting an ever-varying song,


like a bird just let loose from his
prisuo-cage, and eager to try his
merry notes and powerful wing.
The sumam and the lountain-ash
were despoiled of their treasures;
ad she came, laden with flowers,
to the bank of the river, and seated
herself to arrange them in a bou-
quet, amusing herself in giving
names to these floral treasures.
The sumac was her father. The
mountain-ash was the old sachem,
heriuncle-most beautiful in old
age. The aster and the primrose
found each a prototp* -iuong her

nsm odAmVNT. 35

She was bualy engaged in dha
fanciful manner, when, stating
up to decorate herself by the
glasy mirror before her, she aw
reIected, in its polished ar&oe,
the form of an Indian warrior
who stood just above her, on a little
promontory which jutted from -
angle in the river. A cloak was
thrown over one shoulder; and he
stood, statue-like, gaing upon the
beautiful maiden.
Should she fly 1 He was, per-
haps, a foe. But whither Her
fher was not ner her. Ifshe
mnut become a captive, she would


not long live; and to her, death
would be welcome.
The stranger approached; and
Loila, with graceful courtesy,
plucked a calumet from her bou-
quet, and presented it.
With inimitable grace, the stran-
ger received the offering. Long he
gaed with awe and admiration up-
on the lovely girl, the personification
of his night-vision. He had dreamed
that he visited this spot, and be-
held a maiden'who presented him
a alumet, and warned him to keep
it, as his destiny, and the prosper-
ity of his tribe, depended upon the


manner in which he regarded it
Wu she an unearthly being I
Aftr a long puse, Oleon-for
it was he-spoke.
Came you from the spirit-laad "
From its portal-my mother's
grave-I come."
"What message bring you 1"
"Twice have the foret-leaves
become btterfies, since my mother
lef me with this token, s a gift
from the Great Spirit. Will you
keep it 1"
"Oleon accepts it-Oleon will
preserve it."
Astouished at the announcement


of his name, Loila timidly replied:
"The lone dove of Panite is the
esptie of the Black Hawk."
"Never Oleoa will send the
calraet to Paniuo."
Oleon accompanied Loila through
the forest; and then giving her a
black plume from his coronet of
fSathe, as a token to her father,
he departed with arm resolve to
seek fiiendi bp with his old enemy.
When Loils recounted her inter-
view with Oleon, and presented the
token he sent, to her father, the old
chief was astonished at the warning
revelation made to him to seek


peace. Honoring the noble fee,
who projected his beloved child,
and restored her to him, he deter.
mined to accept the pnrep d hiend-
ship of the young chief
Loila's prayer was heard. Black
Hawk filled hbi promise, and
tendered the pipe of peace to the
Kahtaba tribe. It was received;
and prosperity and peace were loog
continued to both nation.

am i


Tuaxva of A9 d oum l,
Th voire oft grovSe,
The qaam sa the fouatin,
Are volmaof lvel
The oawer i 1 swetmeh ,
The bird itb ly
Tbe wind in hs flele
Are aering prnie.

The spring is her Aerness
Of verdue ad bloem,
AndeMu.. eir, oe...,
And bnRBing perftao
Grmy atmma, low-benading
Wilh ftei riboly sriT.
An sa in th a Wmd
Ware pra to Beas.

I lili

--- -1111(


Ons bright, beautiful day, in
June, as Mr. Gilme -ad hi' ar
Frederick were rlding a the d.-
lightful wviom at 'Bet, they
paused i suall eotge, wli b, dit
self, woual not hm twcted thei
attention. It wa very humble i
its appearace, hrifg a rude paro
is ftnt, with aMem o eae l.
Its somewb t assrteare groud

-- i I I J R JI


were enclosed with a simple paling,
and, were all laid out for profitable
cultvation, with only so much at-
tention to ornament as they could
afford to give, who were constantly
employed in the necessary labors
d husbandry.
Look, father I look I" said Fred-
erick; what splendid bird is that 1
Orly look at the brilliant hmes of
bki feathers It srely moat be a
peacock. I never saw anything so
besaindl. Will you, dear father,
tep ud let me look at im r"
Mr. Gibeam drw hp his bse
t dte gate, ad gave Pdwik a

Witil S WrW p ddbU .NhiedO
of to peevok. 0kdimg toewN
the hooms, mdvswick aw t nub
boy SeatWd in the permk, apjmwe
Much intmles in velclag high,.
if wondering bow he houdM bew
nuch awuursd byrdoguy aoeko
the pessek.
"Is this yew peasckt" NheW
Mr. Gilmore.
,, Yes, r," he repiedA mald
about to say acmaehiiid mo%' wir n
his mother cam to the dear, so
owing tht he hId my Onapay
tbere. Nk, GB... IddAu er

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