In vicissitudes, took the first favorable opporturi'y that presented to make his escape into the interior, where he remained until the conclusion of the struggle which secured the independence of America. Like most of his countrymen, he was frugal and industris. the course of a few years, he took up a tract of land from the state, cleared a few acres, built a log hut, sowed his first crop, and began to think seriously of getting a wife. This last affair, he found to be most difficult, justly considering, with the immortal bard of Avon, that "Marriage is a matter of more worth "At length," said he, "I met with my Kate. We danced together, talked over farm affairs, and I accompanied her home. Every thing looked neat and clean about her mother's dwelling; and, as she was a good looking girl, I soon made up my mind. The next time we met, I took an opportunity to confess my attachment, found it was reciprocal, and we were finally married." Every thing conspired to render him happy; his wife proved herself worthy of his attachment, managed his dairy, made his butter and cheese, and presented him with several sturdy little children, as pledges of their affection. His land repaid their industry, and his wealth increased in proportion. One circumstance alone clouded his felicity; it was the fate of his parents. Of their welfare he heard not a single word; of his fate they must of necessity be ignorant. The village in which they resided, had been demolished by the French; and the idea of their destruction, in some measure marred his felicity. The arrival of a vessel filled with German redemptioners, opened to his mind an avenue of hope. He repaired to Philadelphia, and went on board the vessel, in hopes of obtaining some information on the subject of his errand. His endeavors, however, were fruitless; one old man alone, appeared to possess the requisite information, but he was distant and repulsive in his manner; every question seemed to open some galling wound, and awaken some unpleasant sensation. Michael felt (to use his own words) "sore upon his heart, and determined to buy the poor man's time. He did so; and they proceeded to have the indentures made out in form. A similarity of name caused an inquiry on the part of the magistrate; and the honest farmer, to his inexpressible delight, discovered his long-lost father! The old man lived to enjoy the happiness of ease and tranquillity but a few years; the recollection of a wife and children murdered before his eyes, could never be effaced; his joy at meeting with a son whom he had ceased to consider as living, combined with his own bodily sufferings, formed such an agitated complication of feelings, as eventually destroyed his health; it was one of his son's most pleasing reflections, that he had solaced his declining years, and smoothed his passage to the tomb. wwwwwwww.. LESSON ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-FIFTH. The Cottager and her Infant. The days are cold, the nights are long, The kitten sleeps upon the hearth, Nay! start not at that sparkling light; LESSON ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-SIXTH. Between two and three o'clock, the queen and the royal family went to bed. La Fayette, too, slept after the fatigues of this fearful day. At half past four, a portion of the populace made their way into the palace, by an obscure, interior passage, which had been overlooked, and which was not in that part of the chateau entrusted to La Fayette. They were evidently led by persons who well knew the secret avenues. The infamous Duke of Orleans, was repeatedly recognised on the great staircase, pointing the assassins the way to the queen's chamber. They easily found it. Two of her guards were cut down in an instant; and she made her escape almost naked. La Fayette immediately rushed in with the national troops, protected the guards from the brutal populace, and saved the lives of the royal family, which had so nearly been sacrificed to the etiquette of the monarchy. The day dawned, as this fearful scene of guilt and bloodshed was passing in the magnificent palace, whose construction had exhausted the revenues of Louis XIV, and which, for a century, had been the most splendid residence in Europe. As soon as it was light, the same furious multitude filled the vast space which, from the rich materials of which it is formed, passes under the name of the court of marble. They called upon the king, in tones not to be mistaken, to go to Paris; and they called for the queen, who had but just escaped from their daggers, to come out upon the balcony. The king, after a short consultation with his ministers, announced his intention to set out for the сарital; but La Fayette was afraid to trust the queen in the midst of the bloodthirsty multitude. He went to her, therefore, with respectful hesitation, and asked her, if it were her purpose to accompany the king to Paris. "Yes," she replied, "although I am aware of the danger." "Are you positively determined?" Yes, sir." "Condescend, then, to go out upon the balcony, and suffer me to attend you.' "Without the king?"-she replied, hesitating-"have you observed the threats?" 'Yes, madam, I have; but dare to trust me." 66 He led her out upon the balcony. It was a moment of great responsibility, and great delicacy; but nothing, he felt assured, could be so dangerous as to pcrmit her to set out for Paris, surrounded by that multitude, unless its feelings could be changed. The agitation, the tumult, the cries of the crowd, rendered it impossible that his voice should be heard. It was necessary therefore, to address himself to the eye; and, turning towards the queen, with that admirable presence of mind which never yet forsook him, and with that mingled grace and dignity, which were the peculiar inheritance of the ancient court of France, he simply kissed her hand, before the vast multitude. An instant of silent astonishment followed; but the whole was immediately interpreted, and the air was rent with cries of "long live the queen!" "long live the general!" from the same fickle and cruel populace that, only two hours before, had imbrued their hands in the blood of the guards who defended the life of this same queen. LESSON ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-SEVENTH. The Grumbling Clown. Beneath an oak, a rustic clown The works of Providence were wrong, He knew some things were wrong contrived, "For instance," cried the grumbling churl, "Again, observe yon pumpkins grow, And yet their stalk so small; So bulky are they all. "Now I, if I had power to do't Would alter thus the case; That this large tree should pumpkins bear, He spoke, and, rising on his feet, Now," says the traveller, who had heard "Suppose this tree had pumpkins borne, |