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Farewell! thy like again we may not know;

The sufferer! Nay, not thus, for the Farewell! io die untainted was thy lot; Farewell-farewell! Although we are below,

little girl is calmly resigned, and no groans And thou in heaven, thou shalt not be forgot.

escape those lips. She hath been early “ MOTHER, dear mother, please hand me a taught to look beyond the nothingness of drink,” exclaimed a beautiful little girl, as earth, and well knoweth, as she gasps for she lay in the agony of pain upon her dying- breath in the feebleness of the dying hour, couch, gasping and gasping for breath; and that angelic spirits are calling her home,

HOME she, that afilicted one, who had watched and that the portals of heaven have opened over and kept midnight vigil through many at their bidding. an anxious eve around that bed of suffering, And on such a death-bed there can be no lifted-ay, lifted tremulously—to the parched suffering, no regrets while gliding awayand fevered lips of her only child, that by passing, I should say, most beautifully into which her burning thirst could be quenched. eternity. In Holy Writ there is a sweet and

“ Thank you kindly, dear mother. Now charming expression in regard to little chilplease close the curtains, that I may be re- dren, which impresses the cultivated mind freshed by a little sleep; for I inwardly feel with the idea, that that my stay on earth will be very short.

"Of such is the kingdom of heaven." But, mother, do take some rest yourself. I shall not die to-night; therefore you need | One by one have the countless lights of not watch me so intensely. Kiss me again, night glided thus singly from this fallen and and then again, and again, for good night;' inferior world, and become lost to the eye and when the morning sun shines for the of mortality; and the moon, having alike last time in my window, take your accus accomplished her evening task, has hied to tomed seat at my bedside."

rest in placid loveliness and tranquil beauty, Behold, in fancy behold the doting parent cloudless and in splendor. Oh! now 'tis impress on the sweet and snow-like lips of morn ! 'tis morn! Seel see! yon bright and her dying child, that pure and holy kiss of golden harbinger of day in triumph ascends love which mothers alone can feel. And the blue and clear and sparkling sky, and now she retireth to her own chamber. But the gentle air comes refreshingly through could she close her eyes in the consciousness the open casement, freighted richly with the that her only child, ere many suns illumi- savory odors of the balmy spring, and that nated this inferior world, would be enclosed meek child, icy cold and snow-like pale, lies within the final resting place of mortality, on her couch ASLEEP. The girl is dead! the tomb of childhood and of age ?

Rest in peace, thou gentle spirit,

Throned above; When the sun poured his golden light in the first bright freshness of the rising day, And thus, O Heavenly Father, do we the mother sat at the couch of her little return unto Thee, to whom it properly bedaughter. The soul of her that was passing longs, the spirit of childhood, in all the away would soon wing its flight, and the purity, in all the grandeur of its primitive tears fell quick over the pale brow of the state. Oh! 'tis sweet, ’tis more than sweet, sufferer.


Souls like thine with God inherit

to send it back to heaven ere the heart has

Life and love!

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grown familiar with the paths of sin, and when the first warm sunbeam of spring sown, to garner up its bitter fruits.

looks into your secluded dell, the pale violet Death, O death! why wilt thou, ever and and the white snowdrop shall bloom over anon, blast the fond hopes of the doting your resting-place.” parent, stamp thy dark signet on the marble brow of beauty, and blur the glossy tincture Reader, this is no fancy sketch. I have of the skin? See! see! thou hast shrouded not, to wile away an idle hour, portrayed to my dear little friend for the cold and silent you a tale of fiction. Death is too serious tomb, in robes of spotless white, laid the a subject to dilate on upon trivial occasions. pale rose on her coffin, (emblem of inno- There has been more than one mother who cence,) and lowered her into the earth, as has gone down in sorrow to the grave, the fast-flowing tears of the bereaved mother crushed in spirit, and bleeding at heart at moistened the hallowed ground. Oh, yes! the early departure of a beloved daughter. hallowed is the spot where repose in dream- The contemplation of such an event is agoless sleep the remains of beauty and of worth. nizing beyond description, and should sum

Time, ever on the glide, (oh, how quick- mon to the breast of humanity each noble ly it passes !) has rolled onward and on- feeling of the soul, each generous sentiward to its eternal goal, and five years have ment of the heart.

That which afflicts your gone to "the tomb of the Capulets,” since neighbor to-day, and fills his manly eyes the event herein, not eloquently, but truth- with tears, bowing him in sorrow to the fully recorded, and the good mother has earth, in humble submission to the decrEE been entombed in the same grave with the of Heaven, to-morrow may overwhelm you, subject of this sketch; she sank under the my friend, in the deepest agony of grief. intensity of grief, for her sufferings were far The loss of an only child—THE DEATH OF greater than she could bear. In a secluded THE FIRST-BORN—is peculiarly distressing to spot, in the beautiful “Cemetery of the those who have anticipated great joy and Cypress Hills," a lofty monument has been pleasure from the companionship of their erected to the memory of the mother and darling child, as she increased in growth her first-born. A portion of the inscription and progressed in years; and when death is in the following words, traced in golden sips the boney from her lips, sucks away letters:

the breath of life, contracts the elasticity of "By these silver lakes ye may make your her limbs, and renders motionless her frabed in peace; along these peaceful valleys gile form, ah! then, indeed, the heart of the the hum of earth's distracting cares will mother, who made her breast the pillow of never come. The sweetest zephyrs shall her infancy, will gradually yield to despair, make music from waving boughs around and soon, very soon, will she forget her your home, and the wild-bird shall pour out troubles in that sleep which is dreamlessits requiem strain over your pillow; and the sleep of the grave.



Not in the cloistered pride of marble walls,

Wbero sordid Wealth his yellow visage shows, But, distant, in dear Nature's rural halls,

Where babbling to itself the streamlet flows; There, in some low green glen or forest shade,

Where the fringed floweret blossoms all alone, And, waving listless in the fragrant shade,

Sighs to the katydid's low, twittering tone;
If 'twas the lightly waving bough you saw,

Know that the songster stoopeth from on high,
His small wing drooping to his clinging claw,

Scanning thee, envious, with his dewy eye;
O Solitude! such are thy simple charms, divine
Thrice happy if those sacred charms be mine,



* His presence bere, we feel assured, will not conduce to our national peace; for if he comes, he comes avowedly to fan the flame of animosity against European states; and with the prestige of his name, and the influence that he will exercise with the Red Republicans who have recently swarmed upon our shores from the revolutions of the Old World, it is not too much to believe that the American ballotbox will be made to echo the radical sentiments of European malcontents, and perhaps, ere long, involve us in a bloody and disastrous war. Why not? American demagogues stand ever ready to grasp at any theme that promises to carry them into power; and why not Hungarian independence as easily as American disunion ?”

These words were used by us, in the Novem- y sions of sympathy ; senates and legislaber number of the Republic, in relation to tures, eager, like the rest, to secure the Kossuth. The great Magyar had not then prestige of his name, pass resolutions favorreached our shores, and our opinion respecting his doctrines, and promulge addresses ing the motive of his contemplated visit, and of fulsome adulation. The “Father of our the influence that he would exercise upon country" bas become heterodox; he has been our politics while here, was pronounced by weighed in the balance against the Hungamany good and thinking men to have been rian doctrine, and found wanting; and it is unfounded in truth and probability. dangerous to quote his precepts now; they

Since that article was written and printed, are antiquated and feeble, in comparison Kossuth has come amongst us, and every with the new theory of Louis Kossuth. Nay, man, even to the most obscure portion of the more, it is asserted that never until now land, is enabled to judge from facts how have we rightly understood his meaning ; truthful was our prediction. The champion the Hungarian has given us a new translaof Hungary came to us with his heart upon tion. The magnates of the nation are parabis tongue. In his words there was no guile, lyzed; they dare not open their hearts, for no concealment—all could understand him. popularity's sake; and the aspirants for the Before he had been forty-eight hours on suffrages of the people in the great oncomAmerican soil, he said, “I come to ask your ing contest, bow down before this foreign moral, financial, active aid" in the cause of influence, and over the wine-cup shout for Hungary against the despotisms of Europe ; intervention. The gray hairs of our land, and from that moment to the present he has and the calm voice of wisdom and age,

have not ceased to "fan the flame." How far the been insulted for daring to confront the dansecond portion of our prediction has been gerous torrent of European sympathy; and, fulfilled, all know; the “ European malcon- in a word, it is plain to foresee that European tents” are active in every nook and corner interests, European sentiments, and Euroof the land. Red Republicanism, albeit he pean influences, will gorge the American acknowledges no sympathy with its theories, ballot-box at the next Presidential election. has flung its sanguine flag to the breeze, and on these issues the demagogues of the land cries for intervention, American interven- are already hanging their hopes of success; tion; politicans throng around him with and the great contest will take place, not at adulatory promises; parties, Whig, Demo- the election, but before it. It is not now a cratic, and Abolitionist, seize upon the skirts contest for partisan supremacy, or for meaof his mantle like fawning hounds, and em- sures of domestic policy; these have grown ulate each other in hollow-hearted profes-too insignificant for American statesmen ;




pean votes.

like all things else, they are absorbed in the bad freedom, and “ the faculty,in posmeteoric blaze that is sweeping over the land; sessing the right of suffrage, to be happy : and the great struggle will be to secure be- Louis Napoleon gave her the opportunity, forehand the European sympathy, the Euro- by universal suffrage, to choose him as her

supreme dictator or not, and she chose him Said we not truly then? Have not all through the ballot-box. We say, therefore, our anticipations been realized, so far as with Kossuth, France “ does not deserve to time has rendered their realization possible? be free and happy," and we have no right

“ All, in fact, save the grand finale, war? As- to meddle in her affairs.” Or if that right suredly; and the American people have but was ours, we are not willing to risk the to go on in the impetuous career already existence of the only free government on marked out for them, to arrive, ere long, at

earth in a contest so unthankful, so utterly that consummation to their hearts' content, hopeless. war,-a war, not "for our firesides and our But it will be argued that France is not homes," nor for our native land;" a war, Hungary; and therefore we have no right not for our rights contested or a wrong per- to judge the one by the other. True, France formed against us; a war, involving not is not Hungary, but in all the attributes of merely our honor and our strength, but our freedom, she is immeasurably ber superior; nationality itself, and with it the great prin- and if France, who, after Rome, gave literaciple of civil and religious freedom.

ture and civilization to all Europe besides, Are we ready to embrace these issues at and who has retained at least an equality a moment when the demon of Despotism with all other nations, and a superiority reigns in the complacency of renewed vigor over most of them in intelligence, is unfit over the whole of continental Europe, from for self-government, what can we expect of the North Sea to the Mediterranean ? the nations of the far interior, who have when, with his four millions of greedy bay- been for ever immersed in despotic darkness, onets about his person, he looks out securely and accustomed to look to their governupon the world, and laps the blood of vic-ments for the means of supplying all their tims who lack either the courage or the individual necessities ? Besides, Kossuth tells will to be free? Is not the prediction of us that it is not Hungary alone that needs Napoleon verified? The continent of Eu- our sympathy or aid, but all the despotrope is at this moment Cossack; and if ridden nations of Europe. A fine prospect, France, with her thirty-six millions of people, truly, for Brother Jonathan, with his four after serving two apprenticeships at repub- millions of able-bodied men, and an empty licanism, and in the possession of universal treasury. suffrage, cannot, or dare not, or will not Again, this war, if it ever comes off, is to resist, even with her vote, the despotic be not merely political in its character and usurpation of a single man, what can Ame- objects, but religious also; Catholicism

, ; rica do for European liberty ?

against Protestantism. Bishop Hughes has The opinion of Kossuth on this point is already issued his anathema against Kossuth precisely our own. In one of his speeches

and his mission. If the United States dein this city, he made use of these words :

termines to defend Hungary against des“I believe every nation has got all it can desire, potism in Europe, men, money, and muwhen, by the blessing of God, it has got freedom,

nitions must necessarily be sent over to back and the faculty to be master of its own fate; and if a nation has obtained this faculty, to be master her pretensions and sympathy. Who are of its own fate, but has not the understanding, nor the men that will go? Will they be rethe will, nor the resolution to become happy, why, then it deserves to be not bappy, and it is not for

cruited from those who call so loudly for a stranger to meddle with its affairs."

American aid for the emancipation of CathFrance occupies the latter position; she olic Ireland! No, they have different no

tions of what constitutes liberty, and the Would that the American people would idea of fighting for Protestant freedom never emulate his patriotism, bis zeal for fatherenters their heads; therefore the men that we land, and catch from the inspiration of his send must be Protestants, the money must example a brighter gleam of the HOME be Protestant, and the munitions must be sentiment. Yet, while we admire his paProtestant, leaving the Catholic men, money, triotism, his zeal, and his eloquence, we can

, munitions, and suffrages to take care of the not lose sight of the fact that there is much interests of Protestant America, while our of sophistry mingled with the logic of his fellow-countrymen, our army and our navy, discourse; he comes to us the avowed foe are on a wild-goose chase after the Great of foreign influence in the policy of nations, Bear and the double-headed Eagle. yet brings with him a foreign influence of

These facts are so clear and palpable to frightful magnitude, entreating us to change the vision of every intelligent and thinking our whole system of national policy; he mind, that we have not the charity to comes to us, denying the right of national believe in the sincerity of our statesmen, interference among nations, yet urges us to when they talk of intervention against Euro- interfere in the affairs of others; he comes pean despotism; and we know that not one to us the avowed advocate of national indeof them, whatever his present professions pendence, yet requires us to set on foot and may be, would so far compromise his own establish a new law of nations, which, from character for sagacity, as to carry out the conflicting interests, the powers of earth measures proposed by Kossuth, if it was in never have been, and never will be able to his power to do so. The eloquent Magyar create, until the great finger of Time, verg. is a man to be admired; and he argues so ing on eternity, and directed by the foreearnestly the doctrines which we, as an knowledge of Almighty wisdom, shall point American, have long advocated—viz.: the to the commencement of the great Milinviolability of nationality, that we love him. lenium.




History has made us all acquainted with though it lulled the storm, and mitigated the sufferings of the Reformers in Scotland - the rigors of persecution, did not entirely that is, supposing we all read history--and quench the burning spirit of hatred and bigotthe severity of the persecutions which they ry. The Protestants, relieved in a measure endured from the implacable hatred of the from the cloud of terrors which had hitherto Catholics; but about the middle of the six- encircled them, and encouraged by the sucteenth century, by the death of the blood-cess of the new faith in England, became thirsty Cardinal-Primate at St. Andrews, the more free and open in their discussions, notpersecutors were deprived of a courageous withstanding that their own government was and wily leader, and the persecuted Protest- opposed to them; and, under the seeming ants were relieved from their most cruel, sanction of comparative safety, new converts, implacable, and formidable foe.

who had long embraced the new faith, but The death of the Primate, however, who had been deterred by fear from express

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