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increase in the matter of future settlers, and that it was not long before a schoolmaster was found for them, who also performed, and all for a small salary, the duties of a preacher. It was never known what caused republicans, so stern as they were, to call their village by the name of a tyrant; I never could discover-but doubtless you remember the anecdote which Flint tells in his review; if not, 't is too good to be lost. He says that the people in a certain state were about to give a name to their capital. They had held a long debate upon the matter, when a wag observed with a serious air, that there had been a nation who were great friends and lovers of all the arts and sciences-that they were called Vandals. It was voted nem. dis. that the town should be called Vandal, and for euphony, adding another syllable, they made of it Vandalia.

I know not in what year it was that a new vehicle entered the street, for they had but one in Alexander. It was much such a wagon as we have just now vacated for this comfortable coach. It was loaded with a few pieces of furniture, and some little merchandize, and its occupants were one Dutchman and a little girl. They are both described in a moment. He was just short and stout and stolid enough to form a Dutchman, but not a caricature. She was a beautiful little fairy, with fair hair and dark eyes, and as unlike a Dutch girl as might reasonably be supposed. The man descended at the door of the Macedonian hotel, and calling for the landlord gave him his directions.

'You gan take dese horse to der stable and give dem der oats, which is petter as gorn-and do you take dis box under your arm wit care-and you may take dis girl to your vroum.'

So saying, he sententiously stuck his hands into the pockets of his broad coat, and walked off.

'Well now, if that do n't beat all,' ejaculated honest Samuel Pulsifer, the deacon and innkeeper of the village-' and if them nags a'n't pretty slick; confound it! how heavy the box is-and the little girl is wonderfully pretty.' So looking after the Dutchman a moment, he followed his directions.

It was an hour before the stranger returned. He walked into the bar-room, and sitting down betook himself to his pipe. It was now getting towards evening, and the bar-room began to fill, and a regular fire of questions was opened upon the stranger-and in good truth there was some excuse for it, for the village was almost shut out from the world, and the arrival of a stranger was a rare occurrence. He discovered no reluctance to answer in monosyllable to any question not

relating to himself-and these were not put him by the New Englanders, who were, though I speak contrary to the common opinion, too well supplied with a natural politeness to inquire broadly and at once about his concerns. A Scotchman saved them the trouble. He asked him successively:

'Ye'll be frae the auld coontrie? Ha! then haply frae Rhode Island? Deevil!-Vermoont? Sanfus! frae the auld Bay State? Weel then; ye think I dinna ken whar ye coom frae, but I keen weel enoof-ye 're frae the fair valley of the siller Mohawk-hae na I guessed richt now.'

Der deyvil! you are five times as worse as der Yankese,' was all the answer he obtained.

Not deterred by this, he inquired if it was his ain bairn he had brought with him-and received for answer a cool and Dutch (and if you cannot conceive of it by this description, I have done) 'ya.'

The Dutchinan now inquired for the owner of the land on which the house is now built which you remarked so particularly, and found that it belonged to the landlord of the inn. He soon made a bargain for it, and engaged a carpenter, (who might have been Hiram Doolittle himself, for aught I know to the contrary-at any rate their work was similar, except that the judge was less obstinate than the Dutchman,) who insisted upon at least a share in planning the house. In due time the building was finished-such as you saw it but lately; a house-keeper engaged, whose only qualification insisted upon was taciturnity; a store opened in which the stranger, Dierck Voorhies, appeared as owner, salesman and book-keeper; and our little girl Helen put under the care of the good preacher and schoolmaster, Everard Hall, where she made a strange and wonderful improvement. Twelve years made an astonishing difference in the village, as well as in its inhabitants. There were now two churches glittering in all the splendor of white paint and tinned steeples. The old inn had been made to give way to a more imposing building; two or three new stores had sprung up; and some one or two fashionable young men had made their appearance, simultaneously as it were, with some other exotics, which had found a place in the garden of our old Dutch friend. He was unchanged; his store and his sign had been transformed, but there was no change in him; he had remained untouched, while the innkeeper had grown old, and taken to his spectacles, and while the little girl whom we first saw as a little fairy had grown up to the size and beauty of womanhood. Her form was full

and rich, but not redundant; her hair had deepened its hue, and become of a dark and glossy brown, shading in dark profusion her high and white forehead; her eyes too had become almost black, yet without any of that wild fierceness which you will often see in such an eye, but full of a soft and perhaps melancholy expression. Nothing could be more Grecian than the nose, or more delicious than the lip, rather thin than full as it was; and nothing rounder and more finely chiselled than the neck; and you might scarcely expect to find a more lovely being paddling in her canoe upon the broad lake, or fleeing like a fairy along the sands. It may well be supposed that she was not without lovers. There was the young doctor, who cast many a tender glance at her through his spectacles-and a young clerk or two who founded their claim to favor upon a certain undefined gentility, and an immense gilt watch chain; yet she was not easily

won.

There had been warm weather for some days, in April, and of a sudden there came up a storm on the lake. The waves roared and dashed like those of the sea, and the winds blew violently. In the midst of the storm Helen went down to the shore of the lake. It was a terrible sight. To the north the lake was open and clear of ice, but white with foam, like a broad ocean in the night. Southward was a field of ice extending even to the river Niagara, and now and then by the tremendous force of the wind tossed up and swelling and crushing into powder, and blowing away before the wind. Such a commotion, from its contrast with the common stillness of the lake, is more terrible than it would be on the sea. As she stood gazing, a schooner came in sight round a point of land three or four miles distant, bearing down directly towards the shore under bare poles. While she gazed, a voice near her ejaculated- De deyvil! wit dat rate dey will run ashore sooner as they will do something else.'. Indeed it seemed so the vessel was coming down directly towards them. Where they stood was a sandy shore for about a quarter of a mile, while above and below for a considerable distance the shores were rock-bound. The suspense did not last long; they were evidently preparing to run aground. As she drew nearer she sailed more slowly. She seemed laden to the water's edge. A current struck her, and the wind blew through her rigging without moving her. She was stationary a moment-she quivered-and went down. She had been filling with water for some time. The greater

part of her crew were saved-and two of them, particularly our friend Dierck, plunged into the lake to row out. These were a middle aged man, in the uniform of a British officer, and a young man, who, when he reached the shore, was quite insensible. They were taken to the Dutch house-and when Edward Craighead, son of Captain Craighead of his majesty's forces, recovered his senses, he saw Helen bending over him, and said some very silly things to her, I am inclined to believe; most certainly, however, she did not think them so, inasmuch as the descendant of the Voorhies' found him two days afterwards pressing her hand to his lips, and am I sure that she did no more than to blush. They soon came to an explanation, and on inquiring into the standing of both father and son, the old man made no objection to a marriage; and in truth there was an assemblage of people at his house not more than a week or two after, and a certain ceremony; and after this was over, the Dutchman, contrary to all his usual habits, seemed to be inclined to put a few words together. Said he

'I shall tell you all, how as when I did come out here wit my cart and money, what could I see in New York, close by the Genesee Falls, but dwenty Indians-more as that, may be. Deyvil, I thought I was caught-but they were friendlyand because they had der little girl as they would leave sooner as carry it, and perhaps kill it, I did buy her, and dis is she,' (putting his hand upon the head of Helen,) and dis is what they gave me, as was take wit you.' So saying, he gave her a little pocket book, puckered up his mouth, and became as Dutch as ever.

At sight of the pocket book the Captain changed countenance. He took it, opened it, and read from it, Rosehill, July-dropped it, and clasping Helen in his arms, covered her with kisses. It is no one's business if he did weep, that I know. There was a long account given, which may all be compressed into one or two words. Some twelve years before, the Indians had burned his house, killed the nurse, and carried off the child. It was always supposed that Helen had perished in the flames; and some bones which had been found were buried with great care-probably the honor had been performed to her favorite dog.

Amid all the excitement of the discovery, our old friend had calmly smoked his pipe. At length he ejaculated-Deyvil! and so der jung man has married his own sister; dere is a fine kettle wit fish!'

The Captain laughed heartily, and answered-It is fortunate for us all that he is only my adopted son.'

All parties are yet alive. Lieutenant Craighead and his bride are in Canada with their father the major; and the Dutchman still sells broadcloth and flannels, and smokes his pipe in his amphibious dwelling house.

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THE POLISH STANDARDS.

THE following is drawn up for the Essayist, and the Journal and Tribune, in obedience to a vote passed at a meeting of the Polish Committee on Tuesday evening, Sept. 13th, by which three members of that association, to wit, Messrs. Thatcher, Light and Child, were appointed for this purpose. It comprises all the principal documents connected with the consecration which could be obtained from their respective authors; and it is hoped, will be found as correct and complete in other respects as the limits of time and space to which the sub-committee were restricted, would permit.

It will be recollected by those who are interested in the subject indicated by our title, that the first meeting of the Young Men of Boston for the purpose of taking into consideration the propriety of measures which might be proposed for the relief or encouragement of the Poles, was called on the 10th of June, 1831. That meeting, which was respectably attended, was organized by the choice of Mr. William R. Stacy, Chairman, and of Mr. George W. Light, Secretary; and, after remarks were made by several gentlemen who expressed deep interest in the cause of the Poles, was adjourned to the 13th of June. An account of the proceedings of this occasion will be found in the following Report, drawn up by the Secretary, and published in the various papers of the city. For the purpose of saving room, however, we have taken the liberty to omit the names of the Committee designated on this occasion, as the names of those who accepted and acted in that capacity, and of such as were afterwards added to their number by the Committee, to fill vacancies, are attached to the Address to the Polish Nation.

At a very numerous meeting of the Young Men of Boston, in favor of the Poles, held according to adjournment at Concert Hall, on Monday Evening, June 13, the meeting was called to order by the Chairman, and the Proceedings of the first meeting read by the Secretary. Remarks

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