invitation with some rapidity. Rocket put away his pistols in great chagrin, and much did he declaim about the decline of chivalry in the land. Meanwhile, Walton asked us all to sup with him and his new wife that night. Thompson and myself readily accepted, though I felt exceedingly disquieted at the idea of seeing Emily as the wife of any body but myself. It was too late now, however, to give my thought to this matter, and I resolved to bear with my privation, and behold his joys, with as little anxiety and envy as possible. He had a con Rocket did not so readily reply to the invitation. dition preliminary; and this was, that no manner of reference should be made by either of us to the affair, which, in his notion, had terminated so unhappily. In particular, he begged that, should it be spoken of by the public, no reference should be made to him as the acting or even present friend of either party. It would be very unpleasant,' said he, to be spoken of as the friend and second of one who could cut a bamboo, yet throws away his lead. Pardon me, Mr. Walton, I have no hostility to you, believe me; but public opinion required that Mr. Topic should at least have winged you and I am doubtful if it will not say that he should have blown out your brains. Thank you,' said Walton, kindly, in reply. But will you sup with us, major?' 'Do you accept my conditions?' was the response. 'We do we do-most heartily. We shall be as secret as mice on the subject for our own sakes. The matter would not tell so rea dily in favor of either of us.' You are right, Mr. Walton,' said Rocket, gravely. You sup, you say, at nine. I will come. Pray have a steak for me rarely done with a sauce of the gum foetida. I shall be a little out of spirits, I fear, this cloudy weather, and the disappointment-and, excuse me, Sir, but I will come.' Rocket gave me a seat with him, and we all set off at the same time for home. At night we met again at Walton's, where we saw, and where I looked, with no small philosophy, upon my Emily as another man's wife. The most wonderful point of all was that, on this occasion, I did not come too late. I was punctual to the appointed moment. Emily raised her finger at me why?- perhaps because I did not come to the wedding. Poor thing - she was happy, according to her notion. Would she have been so, think you, if she had only known what had been my intentions? She had been just as much too precipitate for her happiness, as I was, possibly, too late for mine. A PORTRAIT. SHE was a lovely creature! - such a one THY WILL BE DONE!' It is a short and simple prayer, but 't is the Christian's stay, When, in his happy infant years, he treads midst thornless flowers, When the bright summer sky of time, cloudless, is o'er him spread, But when his sun no longer beams, and love's sweet flowers decay, -- And when the winter of his age sheds o'er his locks its snows, - LOAFERIANA. M. NUMBER TWO. 'DоTH Companye displease? Where doth Desire delight to live? He loves to live alone!' VERE. SCARCE a league to the north from Monument Mountain, which the sweet muse of Bryant has made classic ground, lies one of the most fairy and picturesque lakes that mirror the green hills of New England. Its eastern margent of snow-white sand curves gradually away to the sunny slopes of meadows and cornfields of wavy luxuriance; while the western shore is still bounded, in part, by dark groves of lofty beeches, and still loftier pines, and partly by a broad and rocky glacis of a neighboring mountain, which rises abruptly from the bosom of the lake. Adown this bushy declivity, and ever along these sloping forests, dances many a merry brooklet to the piping of its own wild music, till it throws itself at last into the embrace of the quiet waters beneath, like a play-spent child into the lap of a gentle mother. Not a human habitation is in view on either hand—nothing even to remind one of man, his passions and pursuits, except the little skiff moored in yonder shadowy cove, the cultured fields which bloom around, and the flocks and herds grazing peacefully upon the distant hills. All else is nature, in her free, wild, and unadorned loveliness. 'Beautiful scene!'-murmured the dreamy loafer, as his thoughts wandered away from the sunset charms of the Battery, to that lovelier haunt of other days-thou risest before my imagination like a vision of paradise! Years of toil, and care, and change, have passed over me since I used to gaze upon thy witching loveliness; but Memory has been faithful to her trust, and in her blessed tablet I gaze upon thee still not a tint faded, not a feature darkened, not a charm dispelled. In thy ideal presence, the stern realities of city life are scarcely remembered or regarded. The smoke, and dust, and tumult, of these busy thoroughfares, are superseded, for the time being, by the breezy coolness, the flowery sweetness, the pleasant warblings, and the delicious repose, which Nature bestows so lavishly upon those who court her smiles amid the green and peaceful hills. Beautiful scene! - even from my lonely attic, I can look away through the starless midnight, as through a magic vista, and feast with eye unobscured on all thy visioned charms. Fancy annihilates both gloom and distance, and through her gay prism thou smilest upon me then with the same tinted beauty which wooed and won my boyish idolatry. But hush thee, dull Prose, and list a murmur of the scallop shell:' And as his circling shadow glides Sweet lake!-so tranquil, pure, and bright, Still image to my earth-dimmed sight And when my last of breathing hours In that calm trance of contrite trust, As the loafer pronounced the last stanza, he leaned quietly back against the tall sycamore that curtained the green turf upon which he was reclining, and gazed musingly on the sunny bay outspread before him, as if in its beautiful presence he beheld the image of that lovely lake so fraught with the hoarded memories of boyhood. His dress, though marked with the wear and tear of years, was tidy and decent; and, attracted by the pleasant cadences of his poetical reverie, I edged nearer to him along the form upon which I chanced to be sitting during his dreamy improvisation. Altogether, there was an air of venerableness about the wrapt visionary, blended with an expression of habitual benevolence, which seemed calculated to win the notice of even a casual observer. He was, apparently, of that desolate few w who have approached the lonely bourne of life's 'three score" years; yet their many ills had not been chronicled in gloom upon his lofty brow. There was nothing of the querulous acerbity of hoary misfortune in his quiet aspect; all there was sunshine, albeit the sunshine of declining day, chastened and mellowed by the melancholy loveliness of approaching eve. He had outlived the chances and changes of more than two generations; yet, like the hardy pine of his native hills, the storms of many winters had not stripped him of his evergreen vigor. His thin locks were indeed gray, but not from the potent and bitter alchemy of grief. His brow was indeed wrinkled, but time, not care, had thus furrowed that tablet of the soul. His clear blue eye, however, shone out undimmed and bright, amidst the crow-feet etchings of time, which seemed to have been formed less by the touch of years, than by the wreathings of habitual smiles. His faded cheek and well-turned mouth still retained traces of the rounded chiselling and warmer coloring of perfect manhood; nor had the grasshopper as yet become a burden, for his form was erect and elastic; and the firm and sonorous voice with which he modulated the simple stanzas above, proved that with him the daughters of music had not yet been brought low.' In fact, time seemed to have forgotten him for the last twenty years, so numerous were the visible tokens of his green old age; or, if indeed the arch destroyer had remembered him, it was with that rare partiality which occasionally permits his favored minion to bear on, undespoiled, the graces and |