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home to his father to sicken and die. self into the deep abyss below. He From that moment jealousy and hatred knew the voice of his enemy, and retook possession of Chocorua's soul. He plied with an Indian's calmness. "The never told his suspicions--he brooded Great Spirit gave life to Chocorua; and over them in secret, to nourish the Chocorua will not throw it away at the deadly revenge he conteinplated against command of a white man.' Then hear Cornelius Campbell.
the Great Spirit speak in the white The story of indian animosity is al- man's thunder !' exclaimed Cornelius ways the same. Cornelius Campbell Campbell, as he pointed his gun to the left his hut for the fields early one precipice. Chocorua, though fierce bright, balmy morning in June. Still and fearless as a panther, had never overa lover, though ten years a husband, come his dread of fire-arms. He placed his last look was turned towards his his hand upon his ears to shut out the wife, answering her parting smile-his stunning report ; the next moment the lastaction a kiss for each of his children. blood bubbled from bis neck, and he When he returned to dinner, they were reeled fearfully on the edge of the predead-all dead! and their distigured cipice. But he recovered himself, and, bodies too cruelly showed that an In- raising himself on his hands, he spoke dian's hand had done the work ! in a loud voice, that grew more terrific In such a mind grief, like all other as its huskiness increased.
"A curse emotions, was tempestuous. Home had upon ye, white men! May the Great been to him the only verdant spot in Spirit curse ye when he speaks in the the wide desert of life. In his wife and clouds, and his words are fire! Chochildren he had garnered up all his corua had a son-and ye killed him heart; and now they were torn from while the sky looked bright! Lighthim, the remembrance of their love ning blast your crops! Wind and fire clung to him like the death-grapple of destroy your dwellings ! The Evil a drowning man, sinking him down, Spirit breathe death upon your cattle! down, into darkness and death. This Your graves lie in the war path of the was followed by a calm a thousand times Indian! Panthers howl, and wolves more terrible--the creeping agony of fatten over your bones! Chocorua goes despair, that brings with it 110 power of to the Great Spirit his curse stays with resistance.
the white men!' . It was as if the dead could feel
The prophet sunk upon the ground, The icy worm around him steal.'
still uttering inaudible curses and they Such, for many days, was the state of left his bones to whiten in the sun. But Cornelius Campbell." Those who knew his curse rested on the settlement. The and reverenced him, feared that the tomahawk and scalping knife were busy spark of reason was for ever extinguish- among them, the wind tore up trees and ed. But it rekindled again, and with it hurled them at their dwellings, their came a wild, demoniac spirit of revenge. crops were blasted, their cattle died, The death-groan of chocorua would and sickness came upon their strongest make him smile in his dreams; and
At last the remnant of them de when he waked, death seemed too piti- parted from the fatal spot to mingle with ful a vengeance for the angnish that was
more populous and prosperous colonies. eating into his very soul.
Cornelius Campbell became a hermit, Chocorua's brethren were absent on
seldom seeking or seeing his fellow a hunting expedition at the time he men; and two years after he was found committed the murder; and those who dead in his hut. watched his movements observed that
To this day the town of Burton, in he frequently climbed the high preci- New Hampshire, is remarkable for a pice which afterwards took his name, pestilence which infects its cattle ; and probably looking for indications of their the superstitious believe that Chocorua's return.
spirit still sits enthroned upon his preHere Cornelius Campbell resolved to cipice, breathing a curse upon them. effect his deadly purpose. A party
was formed under his guidance, to cut off all RANDOM IDEAS OF A SCRIBBLER chance of retreat, and the dark-minded prophet was to be hunted like a wildbeast to his lair.
Be not suspicious, for it will make The morning's sun nad just cleared you suspected. Be cautious, or you away the fogs, when Chocorua started will be overreached. at a loud voice from beneath the preci Sport not with the feelings of others, pice, commanding him to throw him- for they may be as keen as thy own.
For the Olio.
For the Olio.
He that finds pleasure in making others and bring forth their pedigrees to decide unhappy is thoughtless, will become by? And what is their insignificance unfeeling, and may, at no very distant in our sight, compared with our own in period, arrive at the lowest stage of the eye of that great and undefinable cruelty.
Being at whose feet the planets roll in Art thou sorrowful ? Call forth the their orbits, and at whose bidding suns resources of thy mind, and ask what it unnumbered illume an immensity of profiteth thee? Art thou overjoyed ! worlds? Take heed that thy joy betray thee not The ways of Folly lead to destruction, to weeping.
and the paths of Vice to the abode of When we cannot be so happy as we Despair! Virtue is the only road to could wish to be, let us be as happy as contentment, which is the nearest semcircumstances will allow. It not un- blance of happiness that man may enfrequently happens, that men lose the joy.
R. JARMAN. enjoyment of the good before thein, by reflecting too much upon the evil that Morals from Flowers. is niingled with it.
It is not right to hold those in contempt whose talents may be inferior to
By the Author of " Philosophical Precepts." our own: were each of us the creator of his own mind, such conduct might be Beautiful flowers! baptized with dew, more excusable.
By the rosy-finger d morn, when beaming The differences that exist in the opi- ller veil of mists in filful gleaming.
From the fresh'ning east, and looking through nions of men, are as happy a diversity Beautiful luds! whom the breast of Spring of nature as those of climate or of the Would nurture with a fond muther's care, senses. Had we but one food, we should by many a kiss of genial air.
And to summer's glorious prime would bring have lost the pleasures of taste; how Beautiful blossoms! with whom the sun much more should we have lost, if con- Holds d'alliance in the pitch of noon, fined to one opinion!
Aud a race of exquisite joy would run
Thro' the golden days of sparkling June, Hope has been, very justly, repre- Beautiful fowers! that wither and die sented by an anchor. It is frequently in the gorgeous light of an Autumn sky, the only hold that we have to earth. Say, were you only born to fade ? Without it, few could bear but very
Or, were your tints and odours given
To cheer the spirit in the shade slight misfortunes; and heavy ones of this drear earth with hopes of Heaven? would have an effect, even upon the Language you have, and syren spells, strongest minds, which, in the present And angel whispers day by day; state of things, humanity can scarcely That reach the soul when it rebels conceive, and which it would be utterly and sweetly utter " stay, oh, stay!"
Against confinement in its clay. impossible to describe.
Speak, then, sweet flowers! as ye kave spoken, With a benevolent aud feeling heart, When I have idly passed you by; we can never be wholly vicious; to
Give me again each hope, each token
of love and goodness from on high; preserve the finer feelings of our na Give me those thoughts and morals stealing ture in their utmost possible sensibility To the charm'd heart with many a sigh: is the best method we can take of ex
Give me again those hopes, revealing
Sensations far too proud to die! cluding the innumerable legions of bad and malignant passions which constantly beset us.
ANECDOTES OF THE FRENCII Fools are often valued for the same
REVOLUTION. reason that parrots are--because they con talk! The wise man will not be
On the Quai Pelletier, near to the always silent, but he will not be fond of Place de Greve, a brave and interesting speaking, except to the purpose! There youth fell, struck by grape shot. He is an old proverb which says, that “
was a young surgeon, of the name of still tongue makes a wise head;" and it Papu. Arrived with a musket, at the is certain, that a noisy one, if it does not during the day, and in the intervals of
head of a small party, he did wonders make the fooh frequently masks him.
Nobility and high-sounding titles, how- the fight displayed equal activity in his ever desirable they may appear in the attentions to the wounded. He was thus eyes of many, are the mere gewgaws veral balls. Carried to the porter's
employed when he was pierced by seof life, the toys with which the grownup children of this world amuse them- lodge of No. 32, he survived, notwithselves. Should we not smile o see the standing the most skilful medical assistinsects wbich flutter in the son-beam
. From the Narrative of the late Revoluticn disputing about their titles and rank, noticed in our last.
ance, only four hours, uttering prayers be the admiration of all people."-for the triumph of liberty. His ardent “ Yes,” replied the National Guard, patriotism imposed silence upon the " and our prudence and wisdom after agonies he suffered. Some minutes pre- victory will also demand the respect vious to his death, he exclaimed, “Let of all kings." my family know that I die content, be In the midst of the fusillade at the cause I am confident that victory must be Place de Grève, a working mason perours. It is delicious, it is glorious to dieceiving that a cornice of one of the for my country!'
pilasters of the Hotel de Ville, threatenA man running into a wine-shop, ed to fall, and crush beneath it the ciin the course of the evening, where some tizens who were fighting, procured a of the citizens were assuaging their ladder and sonje plaster, fixed it firmly, thirst, demanded if any one could ac- and then came down with as much coolcommodate him with twenty francs for ness, as if he had been porsuing his a Louis? 'I am afraid not, my friend,' occupation in a time of the most prosaid one of the party ; ' we have just found peace. got rid of one not worth twenty sous.' Some poor workmen having forced
In the contest at the Porte St. Denis, the shop of a gunsmith, who had already a lad of fifteen advanced through the surrendered his treasury of powder, fire of grape and musketry to an officer sought for more in all quarters, even commanding the cavalry which sup- among his furniture. In one of his ported the artillery. When close to drawers they found some money and a him he shot him through the head, and bill. One of them shut the drawer inhe instantly fell. A general volley was stantly, and said “This is not what we aimed at this bold youth, who, on seeing are looking for.” the muskets levelled, threw himself At the moment when the Royal Guard flat on the ground, and after the dis- attacked the Pupils of the Polytechnic charge returned to his line unhurt. School, in order to carry off their canPerceiving he had left his cap on the non, the latter, perceiving the fault place where he had thrown himself, he committed by the Guard in attacking returned for it without hesitation, and them in front, instead of endeavouring again escaped the fire levelled at him. to make a diversion on their Banks,
A veteran of the old army observed, cried out," they don't know their trade, in the Rue de la Sonnerie, a young
we shall defeat them.” The end veriman from the faubourgs with a very fied their assertion. good musket, to the use of which he In the pockets of a great number of was evidently a stranger. He request- the soldiers who were killed, a consied the loan of it for a few minutes, and, derable sum of money was found, placing himself behind the Café Se- which, with very few excep'ions, even cretaire, he fired upon a column of the poorest citizens did not touch, diSwiss who debouched on the Place du recting all their attention to the cartChatelét, a soldier fell. The whole ridges. It is said to have been ascercolumn returned the fire, but without tained that each soldier had received effect. He retreated behind the house, 30fr. to agree to resist the people. Two loaded, and again fired, with the same privates of the 5th regiment of the line,
About fifty of the armed ci- who surrendered early in the contest, tizens, from different positions, imitated declared that they were promised 25fr. his movements, and notwithstanding a man, of which they had been paid the hail-storm of balls, such was their 10fr. in advance. activity and precision, that not one of During the heat of the fire from the them was wounded. The Swiss troops Swiss defending the Louvre, some Nafell into disorder, and their colonel tional Guards and others, opposite to ordered a retreat, leaving the place the great gate facing the Rue du Coq, covered with dead.
were observed to waver. A major of When the detachment of the line, the old army, a Piedmontese by birth, which guarded the military prison of but naturalised in France, cheered the Abbaye, surrendered their arms to them with his voice. The greyheaded the National Guards, M. Suberbie, one man, pistol in hand, exclaimed, of them, gave his prisoners some re “Courage, courage, my friends! Fear freshment at a wine-shop in the neigh- not that Swiss balls can penetrate bourhood. An Englishman, who wit- French hearts ! Do not suffer your nessed the general energy, said to him, character for bravery, tamed over all “ Monsieur, the bravery shown by the Europe, to be shaken! Courage! French to reconquer their liberty will Let us march to victory."
THE BOOK'S ADDRESS TO ITS Had Mateo any thing to do with jusINSPECTORS.
tice? No. He bore a good character ; [The following lives were written on the first he was what is called an honest man
page of an album, formed from the inner but he was a Corsican, a highlander, . bark of a tree )
and there is not a Corsican highlander, Would you my origin and nature learn,
but, if he questions his conscience, Ere my uniquely curious leaves you turn,
would find it allege against him some Inspect iny iexture, mark my fibrous frame, petty violation of the law, such as shoo!And promptly iny peculiar substance name.
ing, stabbing, and the like trifles. MaNot from loul rags, contemptible and mean, By filtring labour hardly renler'd clean,
teo, it is true, had a clearer conscience Commix'd, and fashion ci by a dext'rous shake, than any of his neighbours, for it was Drew ( an artificial shape and make. above ten years since his gun had been Not from the moulds of imitative man My manufacture:l substance liquid ran;
pointed at a human being; but he was Not by mere human intellect contrived; nevertheless cautious, and prepared for My various parts 'neath Nature's guidance an obstinate defence, in case of emer
thrived. Beneath the expanding canopy of heaven,
gency. To me existence and increase were given :
“ Wife," said Mateo to Giuseppa, Earth's nursling l; a cuticle externe
“ throw down thy sack, and be in reaOf sylvan growth, divided, you discern. diness.” She instantly obeyed, and he Not stript from Egypt's papyrean plant; Not of vesparian instinct germinant;
gave her the gun, which had been hangBut part component of the tow'ring pine, ing at his back and impeded his moTo guard from ill the massive trunk was mine; tions. Then cocking the other, he proEncircling shield, of many folds composed, In my embrace the mighty tree reposed,
ceeded slowly close to the trees which Secure, in majesty erect and strong,
bordered the way leading to his house, Unscath'd by tempest or by storm; and long, prepared, on the slightest hostile moveLong, baply, had ihe aspiring columo stood, In proud distinction 'midst its brotherhood;
ment, to throw himself behind the thickBut the swarth Indian mark'd it for his prey,
est tree, and to fire under its protection. And promptly bore the valued prize away. His wife followed at his heels, carrying Soon from its circling sides the guardian baud the other rifle and the pouch. In case Cuticular was reft by spoiler's hand. Deftly divided into leaflets rare,
of a conflict, it is the business of a good Complaned, and bound will choicest taste and wife to load her husband's gun.
care, Behold the curious strips of sylvan rind,
The adjutant, on his part, was equally By art puissant in this book combined;
alarmed when he saw Mateo thus adNot doom'd, like other bark, lo vulgar use,
vancing with deliberate step, his piece But destined even gentles to amuse.
ready, and his finger on the trigger. The rural lover may ioscribe on me, (More durable than bark of other tree,)
If, thought he, Mateo should happen 10 The plaintive yearnings of his aching heart, be a relative or friend of Gianetto's, And by disclosing ease their poignant smart. and determine to defend him, his two The wit, the poet, and the grave divine, On these swarth pages sev'rally may shine,
balls would as surely reach two of us And all contribute in their due degree
as a letter by the post; and he might To fill the book thus gather'd from a tree. even take aim at me, notwithstanding
G. BLATCH. St. John, New Brunswick, Aug. 30, 1830.
our relationship. In this dilemma he
adopted the bold resolution of going THE CORSICAN FATHER. alone lo Mateo, addressing him as an Concluded from p. 277.
old acquaintance, and relating to him
the whole affair ; but the short distance While some of the voltigeurs were which separated him from Mateo apengaged in constructing a rude hand- peared to him dreadfully long. barrow of chesnut-tree branches, and “ Holla! old comrade!” cried he ; others in binding up Gianetto's wounds, "how goes it, my good friend, I am thy Mateo Falcone and his wife suddenly cousin Gamba." made their appearance at the turn of Mateo stood still without answering the path leading to the maquis. The a word, slowly raising the barrel of his woman advanced slowly, bendiug un- piece, so that, at the moment when the der the weight of a large bag full of adjutant came close to him, its mouth chesnuts, while her husband carried pointed upwards. nothing but a gun in his hand, and ano “ luon giorno, fratello" ["* Good ther slung at his back; for it is consi- day, brother”--the usual salutation of dered unworthy of a man to encumber the Corsicans) said the adjutant, extenhimself with any other burden than his ding his hand to him ; what a time weapons.
it is since I saw thee last !" On perceiving the soldiers, Matco's “Good day, brother!" first thought was that they had come to “I resolved to give thee and cousin take him. But whence this notion ?- Pepa a call, in passing. We have had
a long march to-day, but we must not “I wish to lie easy,” said he. The complain, as we have taken such a prize. soldiers hastened to comply with his We have just caught Gianetto San- desire; the adjutant then gave the siggiero.”
nal for departure, bade farewell to “God be thanked !” cried Giuseppa, Mateo, without obtaining a word in "he stole one of our milch-goats last reply, and descended at a rapid pace to week."
the plain. Gamba was overjoyed on hearing More than ten minutes passed before these words.
Mateo opened his lips. The boy raised Poor devil!” said Mateo, "he was his anxious eyes first to his mother, hungry."
then to his father, who, supported by “ The rascal fought like a lion,” re his rifle, glared on him with looks of sumed the adjutant; "he has killed suppressed rage.
66 Thou hast begun one of my voltigeurs, and, not content well !” at length said Mateo, in a voice with this, has broken corporal Char- apparently calm, but which must have don's arm-however, that is no great sounded terribly' to any one who knew matter, for he is only a Frenchman. him. “ Father!” cried the boy, apAt last he contrived to hide himself so proaching, with tears in lois eyes, to cleverly that the very devil would not throw himself at his feet. « Back!” have found him. I should never have exclaimed Mateo. The boy stood still caught him, but for my cousin, Fortu- and sobbed. Giuseppa came up. She
had observed the end of the watclı“Fortunato!” exclaimed Mateo. chain hanging from the bosom of For“ Fortunato!”repeated Giuseppa. tunato's shirt. “ Who gave thee this
“Yes. Gianetto had hid himself un watch?” asked she, in an austere tone. der the hay-rick; but my little cousin “My cousin, the adjutant." Falcone put me on the right scent. I shall cer- snatched the watch, and dashed it against tainly tell his uncle, the caporale, all a stone with such force that it was about it, that he may make him some shivered to pieces. " Wife," said he, pretty present for his pains; and his with awful solemnity, " is this boy name and thine shall be introduced my child ?" Giuseppa's embrowned into the report which I shall send to cheeks were flushed with deep crimson. the attorney-general.”
“What dost thou mean, Mateo? know« Maledetto.""' muttered Mateo. est thou 10 whom thou art speaking ?"
They had now come up to the troop. ell, then, this boy is the first of Gianetto was extended upon the hand- his race that has been a traitor." barrow, ready to be borne away. When Fortunato's sobs and moans redouhe saw Mateo with Gamba, a caustic bled, and Falcone kept his scrutinizing smile played opon his features; then, eyes steadfastly upon him. At length turning towards the door of the house, he struck the ground with the butt-end he spat upon the threshold and ejacu- of his piece, then threw it over his lated : “House of a traitor !" None shoulder, taking the way back to the but a man prepared to die durst have maquis, 'and ordering Fortunato to foluttered the word traitor, and applied low him. The boy obeyed. Giuseppa it to Falcone. The stab of a poniard, ran after Mateo, and laying hold of his which there would have been no need arm: “ He is thy son!” said she, in to repeat, would instantly have avenged tremulous voice, fixing her dark eyes the insuli. Mateo merely lifted his on her husband's, as it to discover what hand to his brow, like a man oppressed was passing in his mind. “Leave me,” with sorrow.
replied Mateo ; I an his father.” Fortunato had gone into the honse Giuseppa embraced her son, and rewhen he saw his father approaching. turned weeping to the cottage, where He soon came back with a bowl of milk, she fell on her knees before the image which, with downcast look, he offered of the Virgin, and prayed most ferventto Gianetto. “Away with thee!" cried ly. Falcone meanwhile proceeded a the latter, in a voice of thunder ; then few hundred paces along the path, and turning to one of the voltigeurs, he said, stopped in a narrow ravine, into which « Comrade, give me something to drink.” he had descended. He tried the ground The soldier banded to him his gourd- with the butt-end of his rifle, and found fiask, and the bandit drank the water that it was light and easy to dig. Tho given by a man with whom he had just spot seemod suited for his purpose. been exchanging bullets. ile then “ Fortunato," said he,“go to that great beared that his hands might be bound stone.”—The boy did as he was bidder, ove his boso!, and not behind him. and knelt down.