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“ The woman looked at me doubtingly a word was said, but the young rebel was for a few moments, and then replied, instantly subdued. Rising, he passed out coldly :

by her side, and I saw no more of him “ • We do n't keep a public-house.' during the evening.

“I'm aware of that, ma'am,' said I; “ Soon after I had finished my supper, .but night has overtaken me, and it's a a neighbor came in, and it was not long long way to G

before he and the man of the house were “ • Too far for a tired man to go on foot,' involved in a warm political discussion, in said the master of the house, kindly ; 'so which were many more assertions than it's no use talking about it, mother; we reasons. My host was not a very clearmust give him a bed.'

headed man; while his antagonist was “So unobtrusively that I scarcely no- wordy and specious. The former, as might ticed the movement, the girl had drawn to be supposed, very naturally became exthe woman's side. What she said to her cited, and now and then indulged himself I did not hear, for the brief words were in rather strong expressions toward his uttered in a low voice ; but I noticed that, neighbor, who, in turn, dealt back wordy as she spoke, one small fair hand rested on blows that were quite as heavy as he had the woman's hand. Was there magic in received, and a good deal more irritating. that gentle touch? The woman's repul “And now I marked again the power of sive aspect changed into one of kindly that maiden's gentle hand. I did not nowelcome, and she said :

tice her movement to her father's side. " "Yes, it is a long way to G- I She was there when I first observed her, guess we can find a place for him. Have with one hand laid upon his temple, and you had any supper?'

lightly smoothing the hair with a caressing “ I answered in the negative.

motion. Gradually the high tone of the “ The woman, without further remark, disputant subsided, and his words had in drew a pine-table from the wall, placed them less of personal rancor. Still, the upon it some cold meat, fresh bread and discussion went on ; and I noticed that the butter, and a pitcher of new milk. While maiden's hand, which rested on the temple these preparations were going on, I had when unimpassioned words were spoken, leisure for more minute observation. There resumed its caressing motion the instant was a singular contrast between the young | there was the smallest perceptible tone of girl I have mentioned, and the other inmates anger in the father's voice. It was a of the room ; and yet I could trace a strong beautiful sight; and I could but look on likeness between the maiden and the wo- and wonder at the power of that touchman, whom I supposed to be her mother— so light, so unobtrusive, yet possessing a browned and hard as were the features of spell over the hearts of all around her. As the latter.

she stood there, she looked like an angel “Soon after I had commenced eating of peace, sent to still the turbulent waters my supper, the two children who were of human passion. Sadly out of place I playing on the floor began quarreling with could not but think her, amid the rough each other.

and rude; and yet, who more than they 46. John! go off to bed!' said the father, need the softening and humanizing influin a loud, peremptory voice, speaking to ences of one like the 'Gentle Hand ?' one of the children.

Many times more, during that evening, “But John, though he could not help did I observe the magic power of her hand hearing, did not choose to obey.

and voice—the one gentle, yet potent, as “Do you hear me, sir? Off with you!' the other. repeated the angry father.

“On the next morning, breakfast being "I do n't want to go,' whined the child. over, I was preparing to take my departure, “Go, I tell you, this minute!' when my host informed me that if I would

“ Still there was not the slightest move wait for half an hour, he would give me a ment to obey ; and the little fellow looked ride in his wagon to G as business the very image of rebellion. At this crisis required him to go there. I was very well in the affair, when a storm seemed in- pleased to accept of the invitation. In evitable, the sister, as I supposed her to due time, the farmer's wagon was driven be, glided across the room, and stooping into the road before the house, and I was down, took the child's hand in hers. Not | invited to get in. I noticed the horse ; it


was a rough-looking Canadian pony, with crotchet had ever entered his stubborn a certain air of stubborn endurance. As brain. the farmer took his seat by my side, the “• What a wonderful power that hand family came to the door to see us off. possesses !' said I, speaking to my com

“ • Dick !' said the farmer, in a peremp- panion as we rode away. tory voice, giving the rein a quick jerk as " He looked at me for a moment, as if he spoke.

my remark had occasioned surprise. Then “ But Dick moved not a step.

a light came into his countenance, and he “ • Dick! you vagabond ! get up.' And said brieflythe farmer's whip cracked sharply by the “ • She's good! Everybody and everypony's ear.

thing loves her.' “ It availed not, however, this second “Was that indeed the secret of her appeal. Dick stood firmly disobedient. power? Was the quality of her soul perNext the whip was brought down uponceived in the impression of her hand, even him with an impatient hand; but the pony by brute beasts? The father's explanaonly reared up a little. Fast and sharp tion was, doubtless, the true one. Yet I the strokes were next dealt, to the number have since wondered, and still do wonder, of a half-dozen. The man might as well at the potency which lay in that maiden's have beaten his wagon!

magic touch. I have seen something of “ A stout lad now came into the road ; | the same power, showing itself in the and catching Dick by the bridle, jerked loving and good, but never to the extent him forward, using, at the same time, the as instanced in her, whom, for a better customary language on such occasions ; name, I must still call “Gentle Hand.'” but Dick met this new ally with increased A gentle touch—a soft word. Ah! how stubbornness, planting his fore-feet more few of us, when the will is strong with its firmly, and at a sharper angle with the purpose, can believe in the power of agenground. The im tient boy now struck cies so apparently insignificant! And yet the pony on the side of his head with his all great influences effect their ends silentclinched hand, and jerked cruelly at his ly, unobtrusively, and with a force that bridle. It availed nothing, however; Dick seems at first glance to be altogether in. was not to be wrought upon by any such adequate. arguments.

Is there not a lesson for us all in this? “Do n't do so, John!'

And how very quickly it may be learned! “ I turned my head as the maiden's God bless every “gentle hand!” say we. sweet voice reached my ear.

She was passing through the gate into the road, Ancient Babylon.—The French governand in the next moment had taken hold of ment having employed a party of gentlethe lad and drawn him away from the men to explore the site of Ancient Babylon, animal. No strength was exerted in this ; a report has lately been received from them, she took hold of his arm, and he obeyed in which they intimate that it has been her wish as readily as if he had no thought ascertained, beyond reasonable doubt, that beyond her gratification.

the ruins beneath a certain tumulus are " And now that soft hand was laid gently those of the marvelous palace-citadel of on the pony's neck, and a single low word | Semiramis and Nebuchadnezzar. They spoken. How instantly were the tense are in such a state of confusion and decay muscles relaxed—how quickly the stub- that at present it is not possible to form any born air vanished!

idea of the extent or character of the edifice. “Poor Dick!' said the maiden, as she They appear, however, to extend beneath stroked his neck lightly, or softly patted the bed of the Euphrates—a circumstance it with her child-like hand.

accounted for by the change in the course “ Now, go along, you provoking fel- of that river. Sarcophagi have been found, low!' she added in a half-chiding, yet af- in which were skeletons clothed in a sort fectionate voice, as she drew upon the of armor, and wearing crowns of gold on bridle. The pony turned toward her, and their heads. When touched, the skeletons, rubbed his head against her arm for an with the exception of some parts of the instant or two; then, pricking up his ears, skulls, fell into dust; but the iron, though he started off at a light, cheerful trot, and rusty, and the gold of the crowns, are in a went on his way as freely as if no silly | fair state of preservation.




JHE following lines are from an English

publication, entitled “Wanderings of a Pen and Pencil.” After an interesting description of numerous caves and mines in Derbyshire, England, the author recounts a visit to the Peak Cavern, and adds: “We could not help grieving over a poor little dejected urchin, who seemed abandoned to hopelessness and disease, and who turned a rope-spinner's wheel at the entrance to the cavern. We learned from a cottager hard by, that the little people employed here worked all hours of daylight in the summer-time, at low wages, and starved in the cold of winter.” This suggested these thoughts, which are worthy of perusal for the genial and kindly feelings of humanity which pervade them. The sun is bright, the heavens are blue,

The warm light gushes through the trees,
And verdant weeds of changeful hue

Bend with the breeze.
The painted fly is round the stream,

The dove coos from its maple bowers;
The poor sick maiden in a dream,

Seems lost in flowers. VOL. III, No. 5.—JJ

All sorts of simple laboring men,

With smiles and laughter move along;
The wrinkled woodman tries again

His childhood's song.
The pillow'd grandam nods to hear

Her old man's gay but feeble rhymes ; “God sends," quoth she, “my children dear,

“ Such blissful times !" The white-hair'd little things come in,

And circling round her—dull and blindForth from her kirtled lap begin

Their flowers to bind. Within the “ Cavern of the Peak,"

Behold a pale and wretched boy;
The rose-bud never knew his cheek,

He hath no joy !
All day he turns that restless wheel,

From sunrise until slumber shade;
Seasons and change he scarce doth feel,

In gloom array'd.
A cool, clear stream from hideous cells,

Leaps by his feet with urgent wave ;
And tripping into light, it tells,-

"I am no slave!" Upon his mind, from faëry lamp,

No beams of youth's enchantment come; Bending, he hears—all cold and damp

A ceaseless hum!

Of wither'd leaves, old winter buries all-
We know that time shall back each dear-loved

presence call.

We know that all we lose
May be restored; we know that flowers which

fade May flourish, and that even love's sweet rose (Sore-girt with thorns) may make, as it has

made, Our happiness again. We know all this; Yet doubts o'erwhelm all knowledge--fear sub

dues all bliss.

Proud people pass him day by day,

To gaze on wonders manifold: “Give me some mirth,” his look doth say;

"I want no gold !" Offer him food-he doth not crave;

Vesture,--the naked rocks would smile;
Talk to him of an early grave,

Entomb'd the while.
A few bright hours of healthful day,

Lent to that little helpless child
Bestow'd upon the cast-away,

Who never smiled-
Would save some greedy master shame,

When childhood, in such lean array,
Shall speed the curse of fire and flame,

At one Great Day! 0! who that knew the lonesome boy

Can look on God's own heaven, nor feel That he should hold a kindred joy,

Loosed from his wheel. By labor we must live, and wear

The livery of Adam's kind;
But do not banish nature's care,

So far behind!
Give children the sweet-breathing fields,

For one brief space of cheerful day,
Before the injured blossom yields

To slow decay! A wretched coffin, in a roofless room, A poor, pale woman, prostrate and in tears, (The only good thing left amid the gloom Of dusty furnitures, the wrecks of years,) This is my noonday's vision—this the doom That curtain'd round with certainties appears. Nature! close up your bosom, warm and mild ; No more sweet kisses ! weep for this poor child !

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TRUISMS. 'Tis true that clouds

But momently bar out the sunshine ; true That stars--invisible by day-in crowds

Spangle the skies, but come into the view In darkness only; true that flowers will die, And be renew'd, as fair, beneath a vernal sky. 'Tis true that grief

Is not eternal; that our bitterest tears, As well as that which makes them, find relief

In fewer moments than we give them years To wear away our hearts in; true it is That almost every sorrow hath its sister-bliss! 'Tis true that graves (Within whose close-shut lips dear treasures

lie Which the death-kiss pollutes) give forth green

More high and noble still I deem to be

The Poet's work; with his rapt soul, clear eyes, His " thoughts that wander through eternity;"

His proud aspirings, world-wide sympathies, His burden and his woe, his raptures, tears

His doubtings and his fears.

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'T is his to bear a message from high Heaven,

To flash God's sunlight o'er the minds of men; To sheath in burning words fair thoughts, God

given, Till Earth awake to beauty-truth again; To point with Faith's firm finger to the skies:

“Henceforth, thou sleeper, rise !" To scatter seeds of precious worth ; to shout

In high appeal against the powers of wrong; To tinge with golden light the clouds of doubt ;

To " raise the weak, to animate the strong;" To seal all souls with Love's pure signet-kiss :

The Poet's work is this!

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NA V Y-YARD, BROOKLYN. THE Navy of the United States has south side of the Wallabout, a bay lying

already acquired no small reputation, between the cities of Brooklyn and and gives promise of yet greater celebrity Williamsburg. It was established in 1794, in the future. Separated as we are by the and is under the charge of a captain, usually wide ocean from all the greater powers of styled the commandant, assisted by one the earth, it is evident that fleets, not armies, commander and two lieutenants. There are the means by which we shall be able are also a surgeon, a purser, a chaplain, a to exert an influence upon them. Europe boatswain, a gunner, a carpenter, a sailseems likely to be convulsed, ere long, with maker, and a ship-builder, who is called a commotions exceeding in intensity and constructor. These are assisted by about importance any that the world has ever twenty-five master-workmen, and employyet witnessed; and though we may desire ment is furnished to about seven hundred to stand aloof as spectators rather than and fifty men throughout the year. actors in the struggle, it is doubtful whether The present officers of the yard aresympathy, interest, and duty, will permit Captain Charles Boarman, salary $3,500 us to remain entirely passive. Already and house ; Commander William L. Hudhas the commander of an American vessel son, $2,100 and house; Lieutenant Boggs, of war been compelled to take a decided, $1,500 and house; Lieutenant Lynch, and, we rejoice to say, an honorable stand $1,500 ; Surgeon Guillen, $2,000 ; Chapin the presence of European governments. lain Blake, $1,500 ; Purser Todd, $2,500 ; If such be the effect of the first low-breath- Master Brady, $1,000, with house. ings of the coming tempest, what will be The pay of the sailors is from $10 to the result when the storm bursts in all its $12 per month, and they are allowed as fury? To our navy, then, always an object rations one pound of pork or beef dayly of interest, should our attention be now and fourteen ounces of biscuit, one pound especially directed; and our navy-yards, of flour and one of rice per week, and other the birth-places and homes of our fleets, articles in proportion. well deserve our consideration.

The view at the commencement of our The New-York Navy-Yard, of which article shows the entrance to the yard. we propose now to speak, occupies the | It is at the head of York-street, Brooklyn.

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