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ILLUSTRATED ARTICLE. the bond of brotherhood seemed to
unite beings, whose destinies not even Reminiscences of a Missionary. the wildest flight of imagination would
have dreamt of mingling ; some there CYRIL ASHBURNE;
were who had left England willingly,
and with the brightest hopes of a new OR, THE EXILE OF THE CANADAS.
Eldorado in the wilderness, which was
reserved for their discovery; but in the A TALE OF EMIGRATION.
faces of many who appeared the calmFor the Olio.
est, you saw. a sudden pang quiver the We seek the fields and fountains, where the lip and furrow the brow, or read far quiver'd Indian roves,
down in the depths of a tranquil eye, And leave our native inountains for lone (anadian groves.
the settled sorrow of an exile's heart.
Amongst the many females on board, Our good ship, the Hope, had ad- there was one whose husband had a vanced midway on her passage to the sanguine heart and hope of all the Canadas, and though so many degrees wonders he should perform, when once and classes -of society were to be met arrived in the Land of Promise; and with amongst its passengers (chiefy this girl (for she had not yet seen twenemigrants), yet the prevailing tone of ty summers, and had all the fresh and quiet demeanour and unobtrusive luxuriant bloom of a village beauty), good-nature of the majority seemed a was ever seen with a smile diipling lacit law in our little world, and all her ripe lips, and dancing in her large spirits appeared harmonized or quelled black eyes. One night I was enjoying by its influence ; we had shared so the
ur of the moon and the many vicissitudes of weather, and other freshness of the rising breeze, almost inconveniences incidental to a long alone upon the deck, when I heard and not very prosperous voyage, that a woman's voice singing in the stillness Vol. X.
sic ever run;
a low and mournful song; the words In some wild and pathless desert, or beneath
the ocean brine, were evidently the production of some
Thy mother's dust may perish, but can never peasant bard who lived and died un.
mix with thine ! known; but the air to which they were Oh, for that bome beyond the grave, where adapted was so simple and touching,
the pilgrim's toil is o'er,
And my boy, a smiling angel, may be mine that the song lives in my memory yet.
for evermore ! The EMIGRANT'S LAMENT.
As the last words died away the song
stress arose, and passing me to descend Oh! green and gladsome vallies, where I
to the cabin, the moon shone on her never more shall be, I sit and think upon ye far on the moonlight face, and large heavy tear-drops dimined
the black eyes of our village EuphroThe home I have forsaken for a wild and fo. reign shore,
syne, the fair Lucy Springfield. Now seems to rise before me with all I loved of yore;
We had weathered a tempestuous day, The fresh green fields, with all their lambs re
and evening was falling darkly around posing in the sun The cool and sparkling fountains that in mu us with fitful gusts that kept the captain
and sailors fully employed, and we The low but happy cottage, with the swallows
were gathered together in the principal in the eavesThe old trees waving round it in their summer cabin, beguiling the time and the apprepride of leaves;
hensions of the females, by the recital The sweet glad voice of children-a faint and
of legends and anecdotes, and whatever fairy sound, Half heard amid the distant hills or the ha the imagination or the memory of those zel copses round;
present could supply, when one of the The song of bees and wild birds-all sights passengers (who was remarked for his 'fill my heart swells with its sorrow, and the steady and grave demeanour, and untears are in mine eyes.
shaken placidity of manner), was called Alas! alas ! for England! that its children'
upon to contribute his share of the thus must roam
evening's amusement; he was a landFrom the fair land of their fathers, to seek a foreign home!
holder in the Canadas, and was returnMy long departed kindred! bow calm the yew ing from England, whither he had been
tree waves, In the sighing wind of twilight above your the undying spirit of curiosity had eli
summoned by business; at least so much quiet graves; Oh! bappy is your slumber, and the haven cited respecting him; his attire bespoke ye have won,
his substantial but unpretending staBut I must not sleep beside ye, when my
tion in life ; and his sun-burnt hands weary race is run; Ye lived, ye ancient patriarchs, within your and weather-darkened features shewed pative glen,
him inured to toil. At the first glance From the laughing hours of childhood, to threescore years and ten;
he seemed a man far beyond the middle And saw your children's children for your period of life, for his dark hair was dying blessing kneel,
more than partially grey, and his high But your hearts were never sadden'd by the forehead deeply furrowed ; but if any
sorrow they must feel; The ploughsbare will be driven o'er your cot.
sudden exultation lighted up his deep tage hearth, my sires,
grey eye, and animated his finely formed The green corn freshly waving where arose
countenance, he looked as if thirty your household fires; And we go forth as branded by the restless
years was'the utmost limit of his age, curse of Cain,
and you felt that sorrow or sickness had And our banished eyes shall never behold prematurely silvered the locks and There's one-my first born darling ! already clouded the brow. He at first denied shares your rest,
our solicitation on the plea that his With the green turf laid above him, like a memory was exhausted, and his imagibird within its nest;
nation not brilliant enough to aid him, Oh, I reared thee on my heart, love, with a mother's blissful pride,
until at last finding the storm increase, 'Till thy sunny beauty darken'd-thy voice and a gloomy silence and anxious fear Thy young blue eyes were heavy with the settling on every heart, the Canadian shadows of the grave.
related, with frequent pauses, and at And thy sinless life was yielded to the Mighty times a hurried rapidity, the following One that gave;
story: This heart was not quite broken, my lost and lovely one,
“The infancy and youth of Cyril While I had thy grave to‘gaze on-thy name
Ashburne, were passed in a substanto weep apon.
tial farm-house in one of the western But now thy very ashes-oh, sorrow deep counties of England, where his fore
and wild, Even death will not unite us, my first and
fathers had dwelt for many succeeding fairest child !
generations; the property had been
leasehold, but that was expired, and it independent heart was broken; if he was now held at a very high rent, which looked on his children, what was be. however, the luxuriant crops and good fore them but the beggar's destiny? management of the tenants, enabled upon his wife, a life of incessant toil them to pay with the utmost punctuality. without hope, must wither her still deCyril became possessed of the farm by licate beauty prematurely before his the death of his parents, just as he eyes, and he almost spurned the hounty reached the dawn of manhood, and his which supported them and prolonged nerves seemed strung with hardier vi- his life. Frances had changed also, gour as he reaped the first crop on the for she shrunk from her destiny, and lands which had been tilled by his her murmured laments added to the an. fathers for a hundred years; all went guish of the ruined man. All he trie! well with him. Frances Herbert, the proved fruitless to restore their for. orphan daughter of the late curate, (who tunes, until at last a gleam of bope dwelt a fair and gentle creature in the darted through the darkness of their village, and had the greatest number of fate. His stern old uncle, !noved more scholars of any schoolmistress within by the contempt and scorn which was ten miles round, for the children loved manifested against him by his neighher pleasant looks and low musical bours for his hard-hearted conduct, than voice), had been his earliest choice, and by the tears of the innocent children and it was with a proud heart that Cyril the destitute father who inplored his Ashburne led her home to the Orchard help, offered to advance, to be repaid Farm, its fair and smiling mistress. with heavy interest, if they would exTwo children early blest their union, patriate themselves, and seek in the and some happy years passed away Canadian colonies the good fortune without a shadow to dim iheir felicity, which had forsaken them in their nathough an increase of rent (for the tive land. Cyril, who had long young heir of the manor was wild and vainly tried to win even this cruel dissipated), called for increasing care boon, felt the first throb of transa and activity; a wet and unsuccessful port which had warmed his heart season threw the first blight on their for many months, and set forth froin the hopes, but Cyril was not be cast down town through storm and darkness to by the first change of fortune, and his his desolate hone, hoping to bring back brow was still unclouded; but suc the smile to the sai face of Francer. ceeding and rapid misfortunes followed As he lifted the latch, he felt how dear -a blight was on his corn-his cattle she was, and that life could have no died
suminer foods mildewed the charm unless it was shared with her; crops—and the last of the Ashburnes he threw back the door, and beheld looked upon the home of his childhood, was it indeed reality! A young ani and felt ibat it must pass from him and handsome man clasped the waist and
The rent-day arrived, held the hand of Frances, her head lay and bitter was the pang, and burning on his shoulder, and his lips presse i the blush, with which the first of the le- the lily of her delicate cheek; the huz. nants of the Orchard asked for a respite; band looked, and felt the fire of hell it was granted, but when again applied within his heart; he had no weapon,
a stern denial struck the iron but he rushed forward, there was a fierce deeper into the sufferer's soul. The struggle - a wild shriek !-and Frances lord of the manor, then on his estate, lay senseless at his feet. The stranger sanctioned the decree of his steward, rushed forth, but not unhurt; blood and a threat, which withered up the marked his flight, for the blow he reheart of the suppliant, drove bin in ceived was fierce and heavy, and it baste from the presence of the relent- repeated, would have left murder on less utterer.
He had still one hope; the soul of Cyril; but as he paused to his maternal uncle, a stern old miser wrench from his neck the white arins of in the county town, was after many Frances, and looked upon her as she struggles applied to, but in vain ; and fell before him, the wounded man esthe broken-hearted Ashburnes were caped, and left the fallen one at the feet thrust forth wanderers, and without a of the broken-hearted husband. She home. A small cottage received them, arose with wild shrieks, and words far away from the scenes of their former which were but fuel to the madness of happiness, but still among friends who the inoment; he snatched his children remembered the past, and sought to al- from their sleep, and bidding them leviate the present; but Cyril Ashburne curse the mother who had disgraced was an altered man, the pride of his them, he thrust her forth into the dark
his for ever.
ness of the midnight storm, and fastened the voyage. After a moment's struggle, his door against her, even when he saw Cyril arose to leave the cabin, but his her fall at the threshhold! How Cyril wife (for it was indeed Frances) seemAshburne passed that night, and yet lived ed to feel his intention even through to see the light of morning without becom- the trance of her anguish, and breaking ing a frenzied ideot, he himself knows from our hold, she cast herself before not; but morning came, he went forth the door." But one word, Cyril, one with his children, and was never again word," she implored, “oh, it was thus seen in the village where he was born, you cast me from you when I was still and where his whole race lay buried; innocent—still faithful-hear me now, he exiled himself to the Canadas, and guilty and penitent as I am: long had the fortune for which he cared not Lord Helington sought my smiles, for was showered upon him; his children he had accidentally seen me when want bloomed and grew up bold and beauti- drove me forth to tasks to which I had ful; but he scarcely dared to look upon never before been exposed; he temptthem, for the blue eyes of the little Alice, ed me arnidst my poverty, he offered and the sunny brow of the joyous me the Orchards as a gift-but I shrunk Frank were too like her's who had lain from him with abhorrence. I turned to so long in his bosom, and broken the you; but oh, your heart was changed ; heart on which she had reposed. His i dared not breathe the slory in your uncle died, and left his hoarded wealth ears, for there was darkness in your to the man who, a few years before, had looks ever; I felt the words to which I knelt in vain for the smallest portion had listened, like fire in my heart ; I of it to save him from disgrace and thought they had even blighted me by ruin; then it could have saved him, their sound; I thought of them in your now it was worthless; it would have arms, and turned away, for I deemed purchased the Orchards, now on sale, myself unworthy of your confiding but could I bear to return with the faith. My persecutor tracked my steps, blight of dishonour on my name? and dared even to seek me in the only could I bear to look upon the home she shelter I had left-in your frequent abmade a paradise, and feel that sences from home, and amid the desoNo, no; I vested the wealth in the lation of my heart, his offers appeared names of my children, gave my last sigh so plausible, to restore us to wealthto England, and return again a willing to home-and await the yielding of my exile to the Canadas. • But Frances,' own heart in his favour. Cyril, you said a young girl of the party, ‘did you last stayed away four days when you not hear of her ? Cyril turned to the left us—we had but one meal for all; the speaker, his brow was wet with the you promised to return with comfortdew of anguish, and his cheek pale as you came not; my children cried for marble. “Yes, yes, she lived in splen- bread—it was bountifully supplied ; I dour; her seducer, the very man whose could not tear it from their lips to cast dissipation and cruelty had driven forth it to the giver; he came again and his unhappy tenants from their homes, again, and on the night of your return, bore ber away in triumph. What was for the first time his arms encircled me, the despair of her husband to her ? and your eyes beheld the first kiss ima what the forsaken cries of her desolate printed on my lips ! Cyril, when I children? she revelled in a princely felt his arms around me, I shuddered mansion, they had but poverty and sor
as in the folds of a serpent; and oh, row. Oh, Frances! Frances! may the never-never did my heart feel its decurse long smothered and unspoken in votedness to you so deeply ; one word this broken heart, now reach thee in would have saved me, but you cast me the splendid halls of infamy.'
forth with curses, and amid the dark“ It has, it has,-oh, Cyril, curse me
ness and the storm his emissaries bore not again!" and from the darkness of me away to splendour and despair.the cabin, a woman rushed forward You fled-none knew whither, and I, and fell kneeling and weeping at the the victim, remained in the power of feet of the exile; we all rose io assist, the destroyer. Luxury and wealth and lifting her up, for she had fainted, were showered upon me— diamonds the long dishevelled curls of fair hair sparkled on brow and bosom; but oh, fell back, and we recognised one of the the broken heart beneath! In the swell passengers, whose mourning dress had of voluptuous music, I heard the shriek led us to believe her a widow, and of my children as I was cast forth for whom sickness and a wish for seclusion ever; in the soft pressure of hands in had confined to her cabin almost all the dance, I felt the maddened grasp