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believe it, in two cracks of a cow's " Now look here-look at me well," thumb. Yes,'' added he, in reply to said Dabbs, striking his fist hard upon the looks bent upon him; “I'll not only his own bosom ; “ I'm a real nine feet wallop them that don't believe it, but breast of a fellow-stub-twisted and I'll wallop you all, whether you do or made of horse-shoe nails--the rest of not!"
me is cast iron with steel springs—I'll This, however, was a stretch of bene. stave my fist right through you, and volence to which the company were carry you on my elbow, as easily as if not prepared to submit. As Dabbs you were an empty market basket-I squared off to proceed secundum artem, will—bile me up for soap if I don't.” according to the approved method of “Ah, indeed! Why you must be the schools, the watchful astrologer a real Calcutta-from-Canting, warmight have seen his star grow pale.' ranted not to cut in the eye. Snakes He had reached his Waterloo-that is no touch to you—but I'm sorry to winter night was his 18th of June. say you must knuckle down close. He fell, as many have fallen before him, You must surrender : there's no help by that implicit reliance on his own for it-none in the world.” powers, which made him forgetful of Square yourself, then, for I'm the risk of encountering the long odds. coming! Don't you hear the clockThe threat was too comprehensive, works?” exclaimed Dabbs, as he shook and the attempt at execution was a off the grip of the officer, and struck failure. The company cuffed him an attitude. heartily, and in the affray the bull He stood beautifully; feet well set ; terrier, Oseola, vented his cherished guard well up ; admirable science, yet wrath by biting a piece out of the fearful to look upon. Charley regarded fleshiest portion of his frame. Dabbs him coolly for a moment, and whistled was ousted by a summary process, but in contempt. his heart did not fail him. He thund. so 'Taint no use, no how,” replied ered at the door, sometimes with his the guardian of the night, breaking fists, and sometimes with whatever down his guard with a smart blow missiles were within his reach. . The from a heavy mace : “you're all used barking of the dog and the laughter up for bait.” from within, as was once remarked of " Ouch !" shrieked he ; my eye, certain military heroes, did not “in- how it hurts. Don't hit me again. timate him in the least; it only esti- Ah, Charley, you're a bruiser. One, mated him.''
two, three from you would make a The noise at last became so great man believe any thing, even if he was that a watchman finally summoned up sure it wasn't true.'' resolution enough to come near, and “ Very well. All I want of you is to take Dabbs by the arm.
to behave pretty, and believe you're “Let go watchy !~let go, my cauli- going to the watch'us—for it's true, flower! Your cocoa is very near to a and if you don't believe yet, why (shaksledge hammer-if it isn't hard, it may ing the mace) I shall obligated to get cracked."
convince you again." “Pooh ! pooh! don't be onasy my As this was arguing with him after darlint-my cocoa is a corporation his own method, and as Dabbs had cocoa—it belongs to the city, and distinct impressions of the force of the they'll get me a new one.—Besides, reasoning, he shrugged his shoulders, my jewel, there's two cocoas standing and then, rubbing his arms, muttered here you know. Don't be onasy-it “ Enough said." mayn't be mine that will get cracked.” He trotted off quietly for the first
• I an't onasy,” said Dabbs, bit- time in his life. Since the affair and terly, as he turned fiercely round. “I its consequences have been over, he is an't onasy. I only want to caution somewhat chary of entering into the you, or I'll upset your apple cart and field of argument, and particularly spill your peaches.”
careful not to drink too much cold “ I'm not in the wegetable way in water, for fear the bull terrier, Oseola, winter, my ownself, Mr. Horseradish. was rabid, and dreading hydrophobic You must make less noise."
VOLTAIRE AND GIBBON. he stood in his red-laced coat and satin
cap, with his stockings halfway up to
his thighs, leaning on his staff and It seems that Gibbon, while at swearing! Oh, monsieur, comme il a Lausanne, had written a satire on juré !" and the narrator rolled his eyes, something of Voltaire's composition, as if some horrid recollection were which provoked the latter to a tart passing through his mind. reply, in which he was severe upon continued he, “ Gibbon did not mind the historian's personal appearance; his rage ; he put his arms akimbo, and and all the world knows Gibbon was walked round and round him, eyeing by no means an Apollo, but remark- him from head to foot, laughing at his able for his diminutive stature. At spindle shanks and monkey visage, and this period Gibbon was not acquainted expressing himself thankful that he with Voltaire, indeed he had never was not as lean as the philosopher, seen him ; but shortly after, having and glad that he had at least a comoccasion to come up to Geneva, he panion in ugliness.” wrote to Voltaire, expressing his desire This cool, practical, English satire that they might meet. Voltaire, fear- was too much for Voltaire's irascibility, ing that the object of the designed in- and had he remained longer, he would terview and visit was to gratify the have committed some personal insatirist's wit, and knowing that he was dignity upon Gibbon; he rushed into far more hideous than the man he had his study and ordered his secretary to ridiculed, he wrote that his house was run after Mr. Gibbon and demand open to him—that he would be received twelve sous for the sight of the beast. by madame, but that he (Voltaire) The secretary soon came up with our could not see him. Gibbon accepted quiz and told him the object of his the invitation. The first day passed mission. away, and the philosopher did not “ Did he ask but twelve sous," said appear; another, with the same fate; Gibbon; “take twenty-four, my friend, another, and he was still hermetically and tell Monsieur Voltaire that since sealed up in his study ; but on the I have paid double price, I think I fourth morning, Voltaire, tired of this am entitled to another sight." imprisonment in his own house by a This reply was faithfully delivered, guest, wrote him a characteristic billet, and the result was an invitation, writdeclining the honour of an invitation. ten by Voltaire himself, requesting The next day Gibbon left the château the historian to dine with him next and took lodgings in the village ; his day; and at that feast all bittterness curiosity had been piqued, and he was forgotten for ever. pursued his victim with additional zest. After rusticating about a week, he went one morning over to the château, and bribed Voltaire's coachman to bring out one his hors and let hin
IDA OF ZURICH. loose under the study windows, while he should station himself in the adjoining shrubbery, screened from observa- The sun is shining, tion. The horse was brought, and Where flowers are twining, away he bounded among the flowers But a rayless cloud is on Ida's heart ; and trees, neighing furiously. In a The birds are singing, minute Voltaire was at his window, Their noon-tide peals ringing, calling his servants, but no one came. But their notes can to her no glee im. Foaming with passion, he rushed out part. into the garden to catch the animal himself ; “ and,” said the old gardener, A little maiden,
as he reached this very spot on which With grief though laden, we stand, Monsieur Gibbon came out Is lonely Ida of Zurich's strand; from behind yonder clump of bushes, Ever she wanders, C'était quelque chose à rire. Voltaire And darkly ponders, was like a statue in an instant; there Unknown her story, unknown her land.
And maddening dreams,
mere chance spectacle of infant helpBy those sunny streams,
lessness was wont to excite his symFlit o'er her blighted infant soul ; pathy, this sentiment, by the natural She watches each wave,
workings of the human heart, became Yet she seeks not a grave
far more lively when so beautiful and In the glittering billows that onward perfect a creature as Elizabeth Raby roll.
was thrown upon his protection. No
one could have regarded her unmoved ; When twilight is dying,
her silver-toned laugh went to the And breezes are sighing,
heart; her alternately serious or gay She sings a sweet song, by none ever looks, each emanating from the spirit forgot;
of love ; her caresses, her little words Bewildered they listen,
of endearment; the soft pressure of And see her eyes glisten,
her tiny hand and warm rosy lips, were And weep for Ida, but she weeps not. as charming as beauty and absence of
guile could make them.” Ida is lonely,
THE PURITY OF YOUTH.-" If a The beautiful only,
time is to be named when the human Of feature and feeling her brows dis- heart is nearest moral perfection, most play.
alive, and yet most innocent, aspiring Sought by many,
to good, without a knowledge of evil, She heeds not any“.
the period at which Elizabeth had Where her young thoughts are, who arrived—from thirteen to sixteen-is can say ?
it. Vague forebodings are awakened ; CICINDELA. a sense of the opening drama of life,
unaccompanied with any longing to
enter on it—that feeling is reserved NOTES OF A READER.
for the years that follow ; but at fourteen and fifteen we only feel that we are emerging from childhood, and we
rejoice, having yet a sense that as yet “We human beings are so unlike it is not fitting that we should make one to the other that it is often diffi. one of the real actors on the world's cult to make one person understand stage. A dreamy, delicious period, that there is any force in an impulse when all is unknown; and yet we feel which is omnipotent with another. that all is soon to be unveiled. The Children, to some, are mere animals, first pang has not been felt; for we unendued with instinct, troublesome, consider childhood's woes, real and and unsightly—with others they pos- frightful as those sometimes are, as sess a charm that reaches to the heart's puerile, and no longer belonging to us. core, and stirs the purest and most We look upon the menaced evils of generous portions of nature. life as a fiction. How can care touch Falkner had always loved children. the soul which places its desires beyond In the Indian wilds, which for many low-minded thought? Ingratitude, deyears he had inhabited, the sight of a ceit, treason—these have not yet enyoung native mother with her babe gendered distrust of others, nor have had moved him to envious tears. The our own weaknesses and errors planted fair, fragile offspring of European the thorn of self-disapprobation and women, with blooming faces and gold- regret. Solitude is no evil, for the en hair, had often attracted him to thoughts are rife with busy visions ; bestow kind offices on parents whom and the shadows that flit around and otherwise he would have disregarded ; people our reveries have almost the the fiery passions of his own heart substance and vitality of the actual caused him to feel a soothing repose world.” while watching the innocent gambols APOPHTHEGM.-"We all are apt to of childhood, while his natural energy, think that when we discard a motive which scarcely ever found sufficient we cure a fault, and foster the same scope for exercise, led him to delight error from a new cause with a safe n protecting the distressed. If the conscience."
THE LOVE OF CHILDREN.
-making that, as it were, a tangible
substance; rooting its fibres in the “Men have died and worms have eaten heart, and interweaving them with the
very filament and texture of the brain. them,
The personal memoirs of former times, But not for love."
not less than the periodicals of our So saith the poet ! meaning by his own day, are rife with records proving speech not men in a generic sense this. But one of the most extraordi. not mankind at large, but only the nary instances of misplaced affection males of the genus homo. Shakspeare, clinging to its object until reason was perhaps, was right in regard to men, extinct, is one which, though often but had he spoken of women he would repeated in society, has never yet, to have told a different story.
Love our knowledge, found its way into indeed, is “the worm i' the bud," print. We allude to the singular which hath devoured the life-germ in story of Miss * * *, (the Effie Gay many a female bosom, leaving only a of our tale,) the niece of that eccentric frail and hollow shell for Death to old Tory, G * *, of Nova Scotia ; crush between his iron fingers. Truly who, after emigrating to New-Brunshath Byron said, that “woman's love wick during the revolution, made himis a fearful and a dangerous thing," self so conspicuous in our courts of for it is both mystical in its birth and law, when he returned to recover some perilous in its being. It maketh re- forfeited estates, about the year 179—. alities out of a shadow. It linketh The estates, to recover which Mr. things unsubstantial with things real, G. embarked in such expensive litigauntil they become part of woman's tion, were claimed only in behalf of very being ; making that which is in his son, to whom they had been deits nature an essence incorporeal" vised by the will of his maternal grandVol. I. (24.)
father. With regard to the identity gave him agreeableness, which those of this son there were strange surmises who know more of the subject than abroad, from the moment he landed we affect to know, aver is all-imporwith his supposed father in New York. tant in pleasing the sex. It seems that Mr. G., when he retired ableness, however it may entertain, is to Nova Scotia at the breaking out of not the quality to interest a woman, the revolution, had carried his two and young G. had another arrow in orphan children with him for their his sheaf, which, perhaps flew the native city. These were a little girl, farther from being seldom shot. There and a boy still in petticoats, and one was at times a shade of sadness about of them never reached their destination. him—a melancholy so deep and abThe child was lost overboard at sea; sorbing, that it made the subject of and when the vessel landed, the pro- this altered mood differ for a season vincial papers announced the melan. not less from himself, than he did at choly loss which Mr. G. had met with other times from all around him. in the untimely fate of his only This, as the cause of the depression daughter. Such a misfortune, one was wholly unknown, threw a veil of would think, were enough to gratify mystery over his character, and comthe vindictiveness of Mr. G.'s enemies, pleted the list of lover-like qualities at least for a season; yet there were which are the source of so much bede. many who had the malice to whisper vilment to girls of nineteen; and ninedoubts as to which of the two children teen was just the age of Effie Gay, had actually perished. “ It was easy when for the first time she became amid the confusion of the times,” said acquainted with her all-conquering they, “ for one leading so unsettled a cousin. life as G., to find, in his various jour- Some female writer has said that neyings, some male infant of similar none of her sex reach the age of sixage, which he might readily substitute teen, without having had at least one for the lost her. He had then only affair of the heart, If there were ever to keep the daughter out of the way, an exception to the rule, it was in the and his fortune was made.” This case of Effie Gay. Love, like wonder, gossip, however, was soon swallowed is half the time the child of ignorance. up by more exciting themes; and It is an exhalation that springs from when, years afterward, Mr. G. ap- young hearts, and settles upon the peared in New-York with a handsome nearest object, however unsuited by youth of eighteen, whom he called his character or “ imperfect sympathies, son, there were a few who hinted that as Coleridge expresses it, to inspire or the boy was his only by adoption, and to reciprocate true affection. Perhaps that Mr. G. had done what history there is no greater protection ,against proves has often been attempted in these idle fancies, than placing those the assertion of higher claims than his who may become the subject of them -namely, to pass off the son of another early in the world of reality. Effie, as as his own.
the only female of her father's family, Young Ludlow G., so was the youth had been thrown into society so early called, was not the less popular, how that she could hardly remember the ever, on account of such surmises, if time when she had not been surrounded they did exist. He was a young man by admirers. A petted and half-spoiled of exceeding beauty and accomplished child of six or seven, she had often manners, with a voice gentle and soft taken her mother's place, and sat in as a woman's, and an eye brilliant with mock dignity at the head of her father's all the fire of opening manhood. His, table ; while, as a girl of twelve, she indeed, was just the union of qualities had habitually done the honours of that most readily captivate the female his house during the time that Newfancy. He had that high flow of York was occupied by the British spirits which is often mistaken for troops. Living thus in the very vortalent in youth, and which is generally tex of gay society, and surrounded by so attractive to those who are thrown the handsome cavaliers, who are only much in the society of the fortunate known in the day-dreams of girls of possessor. This constitutional blessing her age, imagination had never