Princeton, and little Mary soon as happy as will become Julia Gray.' In due time I attentive and I in a slow and solemn tone infant innocence, health, and kind treatment received an answer to the preceding, request- read a narrative of the events I have now could make her, became the cherished child || ing our consent to a journey into Virginia, related. As the reading advanced, the mind at Ringwood farm. in company with a young gentleman and fellow of Mary was withdrawn from the seductive After the trial of Mrs. Gray, which was student. The conclusion of this letter ran landscape, and her every faculty enchained as I have already stated delayed as long as thus. I have not strength to meet the trial, by the history of Julia. She actually forgot law would admit, ten more years passed nor had I such fortitude, I ought not to be the place where she then sat, and followed away. With us here on Chartier, the ordi- present.' Our consent was given, and in the||the path of the suffering child. I I had adopted mary incidents of life only came and went to same month, Warden Rayfield set out for her own real name. At length she raised mark the passing time. In the vacations, Virginia, and Mary Layton for Chartier. her streaming eyes to Heaven, and then Warden retired to Ringwood, and by his It was in the fall of the leaf, when as in leaned on her hands. Thick and crowding letters and those of Mr. Layton, we learned death, a smile played over the pale visage of came her recollections. She seemed to be with unmixed delight the progress of Mary. nature, and in early October, that the silver awakening from a lengthened dream to reality. The little spirit' says Layton in one of his locks of Ringwood Layton, and the dark Her lips moved, but she interrupted me not, letters, she is by turns a bee, an angel, and locks and sweet blue eyes of Mary Layton though long before my reading was closed, a sky lark-she is sometimes all three at were seen at our humble board. As we sat she was fully convinced that she was Julia once. By the hands of a traveling painter. down to our domestic supper, the evening of Gray of my tale. I have had her drawn at her spinning wheel, their arrival; Thank the All Disposer,' ejacyes! at her wheel, for she would have one,ulated the worthy old man, 'my charge is and declares it is the finest buzzing play thing returned safe into the hands of her best she ever saw. By the first good chance you earthly friends,' and casting a knowing glance shall have the picture-we have what is worth at my wife and myself continued, as soon ten thousand such pictures'—and so he ran as possible after the twelfth of this month, I on, and we were made glad by many more of must set out on my return,' laying great his letters. emphasis on the word twelfth.

The most strict injunctions were laid on Poor Mary, as we still continued to call all parties, to avoid before Mary any allusion her, had been just so far informed of her to her real history, and as years of joy and own history, as to know that the same twelfth gladness past, the incidents of her unhappy day of October was her birthday, and that infancy faded and became dim. Of her father her next birthday was the completion of her she had lost all recollection, and her step-eighteenth year. When Mr. Layton proposed mother, well remembered, appeared as an therefore, to remain with us until the said infuriate wretch to which in her orphan state twelfth, Mary very naturally supposed, what she had been exposed. The objects of either was indeed most true to an extent she little joy or sorrow imprinted on our infant minds, conceived, regarded the delay as an affectionare perhaps never obliterated, though in after ate attention to her, tremulously exclaimed, years we cannot give them restored being in dear uncle'-could say no more, but her our recollections. It was observed of Julia tears spoke gratitude. Gray, that any harsh expression made in her hearing fell so heavily on her mind as to long depress her spirits, and that she shrunk with disgust and horror from any woman, in any nanner resembling her step-mother. From fourteen to seventeen she was sent to Bethlehem, where she could hear no sounds but those of kindness and harmony-where she saw no figures to recall her terrors;-and where she learned only what was useful, ornamental and elevating to learn. At her home at Ringwood, again she met only tenderness.

Long before Julia had completed her eighteenth year, and before Warden Rayfield had completed or would consent that he had completed his studies, we learned, at first indeed with pain, that the feelings of cousins as they called each other, had taken a far more serious turn, and deeper intensity. From his lisping childhood, I had endeavored by kindness and attention to him as rational being to secure the confidence of my son, and in this instance I received his full confidence.

Little surmising of how immense an importance was this twelfth of October, Mary Layton retired to rest. To me I must confess, it was not a night of rest. Sleep fled my pillow. The whole circumstances of the Gray family, and my own responsibility, passed in review. Though in a retrospection, I could remember nothing exciting self reproach; yet I could not repress a feverish anxiety on account of the now noble woman, the once bruised, bleeding, and shivering child brought under my roof and protection, by means so extraordinary and attended with such striking circumstances. The future also offered images darkly seen, but of fearful presence. In a few days the stranger Mary Layton would be changed to the wealthy Julia Gray, and my son-thus revolving the past and present passed the night.

As I closed and was dropping the roll on the table, she fell on her knees leaning on mine, breathing, oh I have indeed been a brand plucked from the fire.' And again, but inaudibly to us, she sent her thanks to where they were heard.

From a situation really too painfully delightful to be long supported, we were relieved by another face peeping in at the door. It was the rough but kindly expressive visage of Patrick O'Doyle who had been thus long purposely kept out of sight. It has been long observed, that the human eye is not only the window but the sun of the human heart.— The intervening years, which had greatly changed myself and my wife and daughter, and even our house, had, except changing a few of his hairs to grey, made very few changes on O'Doyle. With her recollections enlivened by the reading of my paper, the moment Julia saw O'Doyle, she almost screamed his name, and in a moment more her arms were clasped round her manly preserver.

After, some order had been restored, O'Doyle with a sarcastic smile, observed Feth that's more than I expicted, and much more than I got this mornin over the creek.'

What did you get over the creek this morning Patrick?' I replied.

First,' says Patrick, I got a message, while at the mill, that madam wanted to spake to me, and by good luck I wanted to spake to her, so I went up wid my hat in my hand.

Good mornin Misther O'Doyle, says she. Oh! I always know when this Misther comes that a secret is fished for, and I bowed as much as to say, your will Misthress Gray.' Misther O'Doyle,' says she, I'm tould that there's a lady arrived at Mr. Rayfield's.'

A young lady,' says I looking at her. 'Yes,' says she, a young lady, and they say her name is Mary Layton,'

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The next morning opened and presented all the rich garb of an American autumn, but ait was visible to my family and friends, that my mind had been harassed. My looks Mary Layton, Mary Layton, says I, were no doubt care speaking, and to their studying a bit wid my hand to my ear, and kind inquiries, I replied, as I laid my Bible then tould her, looking full in her face, Aye on the table, and as all sat down around me, to be shure that's her name, and Misthress I observed, This will restore my spirits.' Gray,' says I, in my turn, wast'nt that the I then gave out and we chanted together that name of Mr. James Gray's first wife ?'-But song which no sceptic could ever hear un-my conshins I saw the madam had no notion moved, the twenty-third Psalm.

My father, he observed in one of his letters my situation with- you know. Was she really, the destitute, but virtuous and amiable, Mary Layton, all would be plain before us-but, lovely, accomplished and wealthy as Julia Gray-would to heaven she was restored to her rights, and knew her real condition. From a sense of duty, I have been compelled to fly far from her. I have not seen her for weeks. She thinks meHer protectors cannot explain. And-but.' Here he entered on another subject: To this letter I answered. My son, pursue the path of true honor, of religion. Be patient, and all may be yet to your wish. A few months, and Mary Layton,

yes, a monster.

to give secret for secret, but seemed willin After the morning duties, and our breakfast to give me something else I didn't want, an was over, I called the whole group into the I made a step or two backwards towards the room in which we are now sitting, and setting road, for she had a purty stout stick in her Mary Layton beside myself, and pointing to hands. Still bating my retrate, I says 'Oh the fine eastern landscape in the midst of nadam no offence I hope, but they say that which beautiful picture spread the Gray farm. the young lady at Misther Rayfield's is as like Whilst Mary whose taste of the works of as two paise to the first Mistress Gray-a nature and rural scenery was exquisite, had relation may be.' But before I askt the last her eyes and mind fixed on the scene before question of mysilf, I was by mysilf in the bigher, I opened a roll of paper, observing I had road; and says I again to mysilf, Misthress a short tale I wished to read. All was|| Gray, you'll soon know all about it, you will.'

Under the excuses of fatigue and indisposi- ¡opened, spread far and wide, and except to tion, neither being altogether unfounded, see Jane Gray herself led to what most of Julia was kept as far as possible out of sight; her acquaintance thought she deserved, no but so penetrating is curiosity, and so vague other event could have collected a larger popular report, that the week after her arrival crowd. Almost literally before ten in the had not passed, until it was over the whole forenoon, the population for many miles adjacent country, that a relation of the first round, was poured into the country seat Mrs. Gray was come forward to claim the of 'estate under some plea that it came by and remained in the legal heirs of the first wife. Though in all the varied shapes of such reports, flying from mouth to mouth, strange it was, not a surmise of the real truth was formed. The strong resemblance, I verily believe reported by O'Doyle to torture Mrs. Gray, and the unity of names, was base enough for this invented pyramid.

defeating their own object. After the judge resumed his seat, respiration seemed suspended. O'Doyle was directed to retire, and Solomon Rayfield called and sworn.

My testimony in substance was what you have heard, and even more in detail than given to the court, as I there stated nothing, but what was absolutely necessary. When I This intensity of feeling and of curiosity, reached the point of time at which it was was, I am on reflection inclined to think, requisite to bring Julia forward to claim her much increased by some incautious ex-inheritance, I paused a moment from the pressions of my family, or of O'Doyle; as excess of my own feelings. The pause was the idea, though vague, almost universally too much for the audience, who by an impulse prevailed amongst the people present, that which no judge could punish by even a look the opening of the will of her father, would of reproach, exclaimed as if by one voice, in some inscrutable manner reveal the fate Where is Julia Gray ?' of Julia Gray.

The usual formalities gone through, the seals of the important document were broken and it was read in open court.

We found on this occasion, how deep and enduring had been the impression on the public mind of the actual murder of Julia, and the equally strong impressed confidence, This will commenced by stating that the that Providence would in fitting time, reveal ||testator James Gray, stood indebted to Mary the crime and bring to punishment the per-Layton, with whom he intermarried, for all petrator. And by a very natural operation his property; acknowledging that he the said of that sense of justice so salutary to human James Gray, was, previous to his first marriage, society, I verily believe Mrs. Gray was destitute of property; and then stated the protected in great part from personal violence, justice of vesting the bulk of his fortune on she being regarded as the reserved victim of his daughter, by the said Mary, and her legal vengeance. heirs, which was then formally done.

The judge and myself both cast imploring looks over the assembled crowd, and all was again the most noiseless attention. My heart was indeed ready to burst, and after several attempts to resume my deposition, I sunk into a chair which had been provided for me, but which I had hitherto refused to occupy. Our attorney then handed a slip of paper to the sheriff, who in a steady and solemn voice called Julia Gray.

Vain indeed would it be for me to attempt any description of the effect this name produced. As Julia came forth from the As reports were crossing, and often con- To his second wife he directed the payment public house adjacent, attended by my wife tradicting each other, the eventful twelfth of an annuity of three hundred dollars, during and daughter, and several other female passed, and I sought a meeting with Mrs.her life, if she remained unmarried. friends, we expected a tumultuous expression Gray, in presence of the two surviving In case of the death of Julia Gray, without of public feeling, but that feeling was too real witnesses to her husband's will. She received lawful issue, before the age of eighteen, then for noise, and was far more impressively us with much formality, and in ill concealed the whole property with trifling exceptions shown by deep silence or repressed exclaanger and trepidation. Before I could state was to pass and be vested in his second wife,mations. The crowd parted as if by one my errand, she observed, Mr. Rayfield, I as he had no connexion of his own to which impulse, and gave free space to the female am told that there is now residing at your he was willing to make such bequest. house a young woman of the same name with James Gray's first wife.'

In my house,' I replied, at this time there is residing a young woman who came there under the name of Mary Layton.'

Some other dispositions followed, but which as matters eventuated fell of themselves, 1 may merely observe that the whole testament being read, a pause of several minutes followed, at the end of which, a middle aged, harsh And to claim my estate sharply re-visaged lawyer rose, the attorney of Jane sponded Mrs. Gray.

Gray, who in a speech of some length,
expatiated on the long persecutions his client
had sustained; endeavoring to maintain that
the demise of Julia Gray ought to be assumed
will in favor of Jane Gray.

To this speech our attorney, an old, very
mild, but shrewed man, replied, by addressing
the court, to the following purport.

There was so much of truth in this indirect demand, that under the circumstances I was compelled to give an evasive answer, but in as mild a tone as I could assume, I observed-s proven; finally demanded probat of the · Mrs. Jane Gray, that young lady came to iny house with no such intention, but if she had came there with such views, that would have nothing to do with our present business.' I now fixed my eyes firmly on her face and continued, you know that as soon as possible after the twelfth day of October, which would have completed the eighteenth year of Julia Gray, that her father's will is to be opened. That time has now nearly arrived.'

If you can picture a woman past middle age, never very good looking even when young, and whose whole frame, and visage agitated by the worst of passions and remorseful recollections, you may have a faint image in your mind of Mrs. Jane Gray, who sat before us silent as death.

We on our side are as anxious, as can be the learned gentlemen on the other side, to terminate the persecutions of Mrs. Gray, as he has been pleased to term them. In this good work we therefore enter zealously. But before probat of this last will and testament is granted, we must claim the right of calling in testimony to render the death of Julia Gray, at least doubtful.

This was granted, and Patrick O'Doyle was called.

With rather a mischievous cast of face O'Doyle presented himself, and was sworn according to the rites of his church.

In his rich brogue, but in a clear manner and voice, he gave a distinct and concise narrative of the manner in which Julia escaped, and his own share in her safety.

group. There was indeed a something indescribably sublime in the low, tremulous, and scarce audible repetition of Julia Gray, that is Julia Gray between Mrs. Rayfield and her daughter,' breathed every one to themselves, as only one object was thought of. The human heart felt as if a beautiful spirit had returned to partake again of human life. Julia was veiled until she reached a chair by my side. She trembled violently, but the touch and presence of her father as she fondly called me, gradually restored her firmness, and throwing back her veil, was in the act of rising, when the judge himself, who had been acquainted with her mother from infancy, in unutterable astonishment, lost for a moment all recollection of his situation, started to his feet, exclaiming Mary Layton-Mary Layton !-thy sainted spirit watcheth over thy child.' They stood intensely regarding each other some time, when both sunk back into their seats.

It is really Julia Gray, now ran in murmurs through the crowd, followed by a shout which shook the judgment seat, and then by another and another. All legal interference would have been vain, nor was such interference necessary, as all again subsided to respectful silence.

To all requisite arrangements she assented. Where was, I know you are now ready to and in due time, the, to all parties, awful ask the fallen woman? forgotten I may reply morning dawned, clear and fine and bracing in this moment of excitement, and fallen, and the sun rose and shone with an enlivening truly fallen. The foul stain of murder was warmth, and splendor, as if crime, or even removed from her name-but fortune, fame, the imaginings of crime, had never existed. As this testimony disclosed a totally and human sympathy, were gone from her Guilt trembles and shudders at the aspect of unexpected turn in affairs, and established forever. To earth she could turn in vain, such a crisis, and even innocence itself, the altogether unexpected fact, that Julia was and to Heaven with dread. During the cannot encounter unmoved such a change instill alive, the agitation became so great, that testimony of O'Doyle and my own, she sat the current of life. It demanded all our the judge was forced to rise and address the like a frozen corpse, and remained unmovable support to uphold Julia, as the decisive audience. He procured the utmost attention until the impressive acknowledgment of Julia moment approached. by observing, that the people were excusable || came from the bench. Then casting a The fact that James Gray's will was to be in their emotion, but were in its expression despairing and desolating gaze around her,

Mrs. De Tabley turned hastily aside-been one of gaud and glitter, and I have ever
Blanche, have you forgotten?'
been the foremost in every pageant; would
you seek to see me a laggard now ?'

Oh! pardon me,' sobbed out the fair young creature, as she cast herself at the feet of her mother, for the memory came upon her like a dark cloud, that the gallant General De Tabley had fallen in battle before she had herself existed many months: my own dear mother!'

'No, Frederic, I could better survive your death than your disgrace;—and yet and Blanche buried her face in his breast, and he felt her warm tears fall like rain.—' And yet love, you are a woman; and would forego the glory to evade the danger. But this must • Can you wonder, my child,' resumed the not be; there is a watchful Providence over widow, struggling to subdue her emotion;us; in that we will confide, and look brightly that I deprecate for you the anguish which to the future.' I can so well appreciate? The sleepless The young soldier had spoken manfully; nights, the weary days, the heart-sickness, yet when the period of embarkation arrived and the spirit-pangs that I have myself borne? he too found the pang of parting for the first But dry your tears, Blanche. He who tem-time from a beloved wife more bitter than he had anticipated. A thousand bright dreams of honor and renown were in his fancy, but Blanche was in his heart; and it was finally determined, that Mrs. Percival and bis children should accompany him as far as their own safety would permit.

she clinched her bands in agony. But even
Jane Gray in her extremity found one sympa.
thizing bosom in her woe. What bosom say
you? The bosom of her injured daughter, for
daughter in its best and highest meaning did
Julia Gray become to her father's widow. As
the tearless eyes of Mrs. Gray wandered
wildly from one to another, unable to meet a
pitying return, she was clasped to the heart of
her step-daughter. The act was instantaneous
and unexpected; the court was dismissed,
and if an angel in reality had shed his wings over
the broken hearted woman; those wings could
not have more effectually protected her from
insult than did the slender arms of Julia.
The close of the drama is soon told, Julia
was put into possession of her fine estate.pers the wind to the shorn lamb, will watch
Her step-mother, from the opening of the will, over my child. He who is merciful, will not
became an altered, subdued, and totally bereave me utterly in my old age.'
changed woman. Her harsh and obdurate
spirit was broken. Into the world she could
not have gone; the breasts of her fellow
creatures were shut against her. She felt her
loneliness, and she felt that safety from sneer,
insult, and violence could be found only under
the protection of her husband's child, and that
protection she has truly found.

Here Mr. Rayfield paused—' Your son Warden?' I inquisitively exclaimed.

Oh yes!' replied Mr. Rayfield smiling my son Warden was at length thought of, but it is a fact that his name was never once alluded to by Julia, until some days after the final restoration of her rights, In the mean time, my wife and daughter, were not so immersed in legal affairs, as to forget they had a son and brother. Julia remained with us, whilst O'Doyle was preparing her house, sitting one day with my daughter, when a letter from her brother was put into her hand. Sarah turned to the window and while reading became much affected, and at length unmindful that she had a hearer ejaculated in a low and mournful tone, My brother.'

Julia clasped my daughter in her arms and
responded, Your brother does not forget
you. Sarah raised her eyes to the face of
her friend, and earnestly replied, No! forget
me no-nor any one else he ever loved.'
Oh had I but a brother,' replied Julia,
pathetically, as she resumed her seat.
Women seem to intuitively reach the
sentiments of each other. Warden got a
reply to his letter which soon brought him to
Chartier-and-yonder comes Warden, and
his Julia, and our Julia, over the meadow.'
MARK BANCRoft.

From the Ladies' Companion.
The Departure for Waterloo.
BY MISS PARDOE.

And Blanche De Tabley became the wife of Frederic Percival. What happy years succeeded to the union! Years of peace, and love and tenderness. Percival beheld a The destination of the British army was miniature likeness of himself in the bright Brussels; and thither, after a tender and boy who sported at his knee, while his fair tearful parting from her agonized mother, young wife appeared to live again in their fair, || Blanche bent her trembling steps. The dove-eyed girl and their last little one, the children, excited and amused by the novelty loving Rose, who looked like her father when || which surrounded them, gave her no time for she smiled, and like her mother when she tears; and when she had settled herself in sighed, she was the pet and play-thing of the her temporary house, the high hopes and whole family: and Blanche moved calmly and golden prophecies of her husband commublessedly among her dear ones, and wondered nicated some portion of their brightness even that sin or sorrow could exist. to her.

But this could not last forever: and one day as in fond playfulness she was jesting with her holiday soldier,' as she was wont to call Percival, on the pardonable vanity with which he was donning his gay garb for some military pageant, the spell was rudely broken; the natural joy of a brave heart sparkled in the eyes of the young husband as he hastily perused a document which was put into his hands by an orderly dragoon, who rode of like one on a mission of life and death,

'You have received pleasant news it would seem, love,' said Blanche, as she looked up from her sleeping babe, to the excited countenance of her husband; may I hear it? A sudden shadow fell on the brow of Percival-his thoughts which had wandered far into the future, were recalled at once to home, by the sweet voice of his young wife; and the look which he turned upon her was so sad, that Blanche hastily deposited her sleeping child in its little couch, and approached her husband,

Every one is aware of the temporary calı which preceded the memorable victory of Mont. St. Jean and which, like the treacherous lull that on the eve of a tempest cheats the mariner with a fallacious promise of safety, terminated in a well foughten field, even more terrible than the strife of the elements. During the transient calm, Mrs. Percival was one of the fairest, if not the gayest of those groups of fair women and brave men,' who were wreathing the brows of war with the blossoms of festivity, and dancing upon the threshold of the grave.

Justly proud alike of her grace and of her beauty the young Life Guardsman led his quiet saddened wife from one scene of festivity to another, and every where he saw the glance of admiration follow her. Even the gaze of him who was the cynosure of all eyes-the unmortal Wellington-the master spirit of history-lingered on the loveliness of Mrs. Percival, and his lips breathed out the words of courtesy and kindness. At this moment My poor Blanche,' said Percival fondly, the bolt fell, the booming of the listant cannon as he bent down, and pressed his lips to her met the ear in the pauses of the festal musicforehead; truly, love, I forgot that the news and within an hour the flowers were withered which gladdened me, would cost you some in that place of revel; and the lamps bitter tears and yet we should have remem-extinguished. With the grey dawn the army bered that one day parting must come.'

Of parting, Frederic? gasped out his wife, as she instinctively glanced from one of her children to the other; talk not to me of parting, I can bear any thing but that.'

Nay, nay, my own Blanche, remember that you are not only the wife but the daughter of a soldier-you must not unman me by this ungoverned emotion.'

was on its march. Blauche tore the roses I CAN only weep, not wonder, my fair from her brow, and the pearls from her bosom, girl, was the tearful remark of Mrs. De as she entered her temporary residence on Tabley, as she glanced from her lovely the outskirts of Brussels; the grey-headed daughter to the gallant young soldier upon nurse, who had sat awaiting her return, whom she leant, on the day when they required no bidding when she looked upon confided to her the secret of their attachment; the pale brow of her mistress, but quietly and I might have forescen this-I might have quickly withdrew the children from their known that my gentle Blanche could not do beds, that they might not be robbed of a otherwise than give away her heart to one so What an awful remark, Percival,' mur-last kiss and a last look from their father. highly gifted as Frederic Percival; never-mured the young mother, with a slight Blanche, meanwhile, remained silent and theless, I could have wished that it had been shudder; you should have said the orphan of powerless-the arrow was in her heart; she otherwise. Poor girl! she little divines the a soldier-soon, perhaps, to be the widow of heard the hurried but affectionate soothings niseries she will have to encounter as another: for I need not words to tell me of her husband, but she could not articulate soldier's wife!' that you would part from me only for scenes a syllable-every faculty was numbed, every of bloodshed and death.' energy prostrated.

Miseries! dear mother,' Blanche murmured almost reproachfully; this from you who are the widow of a hero.'

Blanche,' said Percival with a gentle firmness, my military career has hitherto

The moment of parting came at length: Percival had lingered unto the last; he had

but must be content with something better; and you can hardly imagine how valuable this lesson, thoroughly learned in infancy, will be to the child in future life.'

the morning of the twenty-seventh, the cele-necting the court-honse and the city-hall, and, no better. She replied, If a child can be brated battle of Moor's Creek was fought, the standing on this bridgo, you had first the humored it can be managed; and whatever Highlanders signally routed, Colonels Mac-office of Mr. Eccles, an accomplished attor- silly people may say about its knowing no Leod and Campbell both slain, Kingsburg ney, immediately before you, suspended over better, its crying when any thing is done for MacDonald taken prisoner, and Flora once the creek, and connected with the street by it, or when it wants to get hold of any thing, more a fugitive, and indeed an out-law. The a bridge; the stream then flowed on through is just the trial whether the child or the parent Highlanders were a brave and loyal race, but, a spacious and richly-cultivated garden, and shall be master. You will soon find when poor fellows, they had their Culloden in then hid itself amidst a profusion of the you wash and dress your child, if you leave North Carolina as well as in Scotland. richest shrubbery. On the left was the off for its crying, next day it will cry the Flora MacDonald returned to Cross Creek, Episcopal church, and, away down the creek, louder; but if you go quietly on, the child without her husband; and there she found the high steeple of the Presbyterian meeting-will soon be quiet too. If you put the child the whig banner triumphant, under the com- house, shot up into the air, as if it had been to pain, there would be reason for its crying; mand of Colonel Alexander Martin, after- the monument of the spot. A beautiful but washing and dressing, if properly done, wards Governor of the state. The sad crystal stream, with embroidered banks, do not hurt it, but are very refreshing to it. reverse of her fortune seemed to have but winding its way through the heart of a city || What can it cry for, except it be to get its begun. Tradition says her house was pillag-renders it truly romantic; such an ornament own way? This, then, is the easiest time ed, and her plantation ravaged by the cruelties had the Cross Creek of the Highlanders. for teaching it that it cannot have its own way, of the whigs, and there is too much reason There is another creek, that courses along to believe it true. The Highland population the southern extremity of the town, and just was, for many years conquered, and kept in below the city; the two streams apparently subjection by the remembrance of this defeat, cross at right angles. The superstition was and it was only during the latter part of the of old, that the waters actually crossed each Another of this lady's rules was this-' If war, when the contest became more doubtful,||other, but by a little observation you will children are to be made obedient and tractthat they again joined in the heat of the bat-perceive, that the streams have as it were,able, both parents must be of one mind. If accidentally touched, and, without further one denies an indulgence and the other grants The highlanders, and with them the husband conflict, separated and gone off quietly on it; or if one corrects and the other pities of Flora MacDonald, there is too much their serpentine courses.-Hence the name and soothes, Poor thing! it did not mean reason to fear, shared the fate of the unfor- of Cross Creek. The surrounding country any harm,' the children are not likely to tunate rebellionists of 1745. Their estates is a sandy barren, with but little undergrowth, regard either parent. It is the father's part were ravaged by force, and, as soon as a and, but for the lofty pines that cover it, would to insist upon it that the children obey their state government was established, the ravages pass for a Lybian desert. In the midst of mother both in his presence and in his abof the whigs were legalized by an act of this wide waste of sand stands the American sence, and the mother's part to teach them confiscation. Kingsburg MacDonald remain- home of Flora MacDonald; a city in a to love and respect their father. By this ed in North Carolina but a few years, when wilderness, an oasis in a sandy desert. The means both may hope to obtain their just he embarked in a sloop of war for Scotland. life of no female in the history of any country || authority and to preserve order and harmony Mr. Chambers, in his admirable history of was ever more deserving the attention of the in their family.' I set down some more of the Rebellion of 1745, records a circumstance historian. The adventurous deeds in the her sayings. Remember your children are that occurred during the voyage, illustrative service of the unfortunate prince have been born with depraved inclinations, which soon of her character. The sloop encountered a celebrated by almost every poet of the age, show themselves in a spirit of selfishness. French ship, and, in the thickest of the battle, and have more than any single subject, infused This you must very early resist, not only by Flora was on the deck, encouraging the crew a spirit of love and war into the minstrelsy making your children obey yourselves, but until the contest ceased. She afterwards of her own poetical country. by teaching them to be kind one to another, philosophised, by saying that she had endanand to find pleasure in giving up a thing they gered her life for both the house of Stuart and like for the gratification of another. This is the house of Hanover, but that she did not the way to make them beloved by others, and perceive that she had profited by her exerhappy in themselves. Whatever you do, set tions. a good example before your children. Never say a word or do an action that you would not like them to imitate. Be not hasty or passionate in correcting. When you find it necessary to correct, let the child see that it is according to the sin of the action committed, not according to the inconvenience it may occasion you; and make your children sensible, by your calm, serious, and affectionate manner, that you correct them from a sense of duty, and a desire for their real advantage.

MISCELLANY.

From the Family at Home.'

Care of Children.
WE occasionally find a lady, who is the
kind friend of all the young mothers in the
village. I was once acquainted with such a
lady, and I can speak of her friendly advice
with great gratitude, and have reason to know
that many others can do the same.

There is one anecdote connected with the Battle of Moore's Creek, and with Donald MacDonald, who was a kinsman of Flora, the Highland chief, which deserves to be here recorded. He was an old veteran in the art of war, having been engaged as an officer in the army of the young Pretender, in 1745, in which character he appeared in the battle of I remember this lady used to say, that in Culloden. He was sick at the moment of the first few weeks of a child's existence was the battle of Moore's Creek, and committing generally laid the foundation if its constituthe fate of his countrymen into the hands of tion, and often of its character throughout his aid-de-camp, Colonel MacLeod, he re- life. 'Attend to it yourselves,' was always mained in his camp. After his forces had her advice to mothers; keep it moderately been entirely routed, the whig commanders found him alone, seated on a stump, and, as they walked up to him, he waved the parchment scroll of his commission in the air, and surrendered it into their hands.

'Never deceive children in the smallest matter or the greatest. Never promise that warm, and scrupulously clean. Feed it from which you cannot perform or which you do your own bosom, and do not overload its not intend to perform. Never get them to tender stomach with heavy and unsuitable act as you wish, by telling them a thing is food. Never be tempted to procure it sleep different from what it really is, or by any by means of heating cordials or poisonous foolish threats of an old man,' a black The town of Fayetteville now covers the drugs. Attend to all its little wants, and man,' a chimney-sweeper,' a ghost,' &c. spot formerly the metropolis of the Highland keep it thoroughly comfortable, and then it It is foolish to make them fear what has no clans. There lived Flora MacDonald, and a will sleep as much as is necessary or bene-being, and wicked to make them fear or hate host of others, whose names appear in the ficial. Do not grudge good nursing for a few what does exist, but would never injure them. history of Scotland as brave and war-like months; the liveliest children are soonest spirits. To me it was a beautiful spot, as out of hand. Do not drag it about, and seen in 1828, before its destruction by fire, attempt to make it walk before it has strength when the spring time of year contributed to and knowledge to guide itself. Let its limbs embellish the banks of the small stream that be free and easy, and it will be sure to walk winds its way through the very streets of the all in good time.' I once asked her how town. I remember one view which would early she thought a child could be make to have been a fit spot, even for the romantic mind, because I heard some women say it genius of Flora MacDonald. There was a was of no consequence how the child was small bridge that spanned the stream, con-humored the first few months, while it knew

People talk of white lies to children; these are no white lies; but some of the blackest are those which, by deceiving children, teach them to practice lying and deceit themselves. · A trick helps once but hinders ever after.' If you tell a child that bitter physic is sweet, you may get him to take it that once; but do you think he will ever believe you again? or, what is of more consequence still, do you think you can ever convince him that there