hen, with my friend Jenks, you called on me. All of the passengers took an interest in my welfare, and made up a purse for me; but they could not remain long

friend to one having so few claims on his attention. He told me one night of you, and,

were having a pleasant drive through the country. A month had passed since we first met, and though

n's drive, I took up an evening paper, and

ers, rescued from the boats of the 'White Wing.' Among the names mentioned in the above notice were th

presses her, and the sighs and tears that break her recital of the events of their last hours together, was bound with the closest bonds of soul affinity to her own spirit. They must have been one, and are, ind

it would have been strange if he had not; for I could not suppre

I handed hi

ew moments, restrained him. So excessive was his happiness that, for a short time, he was delirious with joy. He laughed and wept by turns: at one moment extending his arms, and folding them as if clasping a beloved form; the next,

rst I met Egbert. That eventful evening came more vividly to mind as we found ourselves on the same wh

es turned upward, while tears of happiness, such as he had never before known, coursed down his features. The officers of the ship came hurrying in, and the crew darkened the gangway with their presence. What a joyous time was that! The evening was passed in recounting the adventures of each; and even I had something to add to the general recital. It appeared that the boat in which Egbert had placed his charge was safely cleared of the wreck; and, after being floated about two days, was met by an English ship bound to London. They, together with about twent

ves, and you will meet him once again." And, as if in response to the voice, she said in her own mind, "I know he lives; but it may be in th

much of our life that we have thought passed in dreamland, and therefore among unreal things, has been spent with actual existences? For what is an 'unreal thing'? It would not be a 'thing' had it no existence; and what is the 'it' that we speak of? Can we not then con

though my friend Jenks, who was an exceedingly precise, matt

our homes. The next day Evelina and her father were cos

to the west, and locate in a flourishing town on th

countless expressions of gratitude to us, the train started, and in a few moments the Disinherited was g

od's blessing; yet we had not need ask him to bestow it upon the

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word, and suggest that it may be that even that blade of grass recognizes the hand that ministers to all its wants? I think not. I think that what we term "fancy" and "imagination" are the most real and enduring portions of existence. They are of that immortal part that will live after crumbling column and the adamantine foundations of earth have passed away, and lost their present identity in countless forms of a higher existence. Are not all the forces of nature u

afters. The cattle snuff the refreshing winds, that bear tidings of green fields.

l his chilling touch as we pass along. But from above the pleasant sunshine comes trickling down between the branches, and the warm south wind bl

us season, when nature awakes to

ptive breathe the invigorating elixir of life; better by far than all your pills and cordials,

s of sleigh-rides and merry frolics, and welcomes the spring-time of year as a man greeteth the return of an old friend from a long journey. How his bright eye flashes with the joyous

d frigid countenance. Men do not walk with quick and measured tread, but pass carelessly, easily along, as though it was a luxury and not a task to w

, "Nor undelighted by the boundless spring Are the broad monsters of the foaming deep

vessel, and sends it forth, deeply freighted with the productions of our own clime, to far distant, lands; and the

that the warm sun and refreshing rains may prepare it for use; old fences are repaired, and new ones made; the housewife

ght as the rose; with thy fresh air give health to the sick and joy to the downcast. Thou b

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to meet your desire; ye who never are cold, with naught to warm your chilled blood, forget not those who endure all these things

they bless others are they themselves blest. It was the fine thought of the good Indian, Wah-pan-n

ther's path,-go lay dollar the

ess. Go place the bright dollar in the poor man's hand, and the good you do will be reflected in rays of gratitud

beauty would greet our vision! Instead of being a useless encumbrance, a care, a constant source of perplexity to one man, this wealth would make every man comf

old of man. To know that we have fed the hungry, clothed the naked, wiped away one tear, bathed in the sunlight of hope on

nd silver, houses and lands, are not wealth to the longing, aspiring soul of man. The joy of the spirit, which is the re

eigned. It was not in marble palace; bu

ewhat akin to that which we might suppose angels to feel,

han human, sat beside that cottage door, and her mild blue eye gazed steadfastly up to he

r bowed with maternal fondness. She pressed her lips to his c

have been more so; for through the long hours of that long summer day he had lain there, suffered and e

nd the mother kissed hi

ill pr

rust in the God of her fathers wavered not; she firmly relied on Him for support, whom she had never found forgetful

in the lad's ear,

od in that dwelling. Heavily the hours passed by.

's bright rays stood a basket, on which lay a card, stating that it and its contents were for her

yful heart she carried it within, and her child's eye sparkled as he hear

heaven, whilst passing the door of the famishing mother and child an hour pre

nseen and unknown, save by Him who seeth and who rewardeth. The deed of mercy accomplished, she hastened to her home; and now, as she loo

king in his palace, whose sceptre's sway extends over vast dominions, hath no pleasures capable

all wealth, with which to help the weak and desponding, you have a smile of sympathy, a look

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