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rences usually excite in the country, scarce 1l volume her only feeling was a curious desire an expression of regret was heard. Mr. || to know whence it had come ; but when she Blanchard, who was not averse to “making had read a page she thought no more of this. capital ” of his neighbor's misfortunes, de The poetry to which alone she had been acclared his solemn belief that this loss was a customed, was not only of a high-toned and judgment upon the Coddingtons, and one severe morality, but of an abstract or didactic which their pride richly deserved. He even cast; calculated to quicken her perceptions went so far, in private, before his own family, of right, rather than to call forth her latent as to wish it had been the house instead of enthusiasm of character. Cowper and Milonly one of the barns. The tone of feeling ton, and Young and Pollock had fed her cultivated in that house may be judged by young thoughts. But here was a new world this specimen. Evil was the seed, and bitter opened to her ; and it was not a safe world the fruit it was destined to produce !

for the ardent and unschooled child of genius, Mr. Coddington felt the loss, as any farmer who found in the glowing picturings of a must; and he would still more keenly have spirit like her own, a power which at once felt the unkind sentiment of the neighbor

took prisoner her understanding, aroused her hood if he had become aware of it. But he sensibilities, and lulled that cautious and was on the point of revisiting his native State even timid discrimination, with which it had with his family ; and in the bustle of prepar been the object of her friends to inspire her. ation, and the anxiety which attended Mar She finished the reading at a sitting, and as she tha's declining health, which formed the returned to the house with her grandfather, main inducement to the journey, the venoin the excitement of her imagination was such ous whispers were unheard. He left home that the whole face of nature seemed changed. supposing himself at peace with all the A new set of emotions had been called into world, always excepting his nearest neighbor, play, and the effect was proportioned to the whose enmity had evinced itself in too many wild energy of her character. Poor Julia ! ways to pass unregarded.

she had tasted the forbidden fruit. Julia and her grandfather were left in pos In the afternoon she repeated the pleasure ; session of the house, with the domestics and it was only when she laid the volume necessary to carry on the affairs of the farm ; under her pillow before she retired for the and she prepared for a close attention to the night, that the question as to the appearance household cares, and a regular course of in of the book recurred to her. It surely could tellectual improvement, which should make not have been any of the Blanchards, she the long interval of comparative solitude not thought; yet who else had access to the only profitable, but pleasant. Mrs. Codding orchard, which divided the two domains ? ton had acquired such confidence in Julia, The next day solved the doubt. that she scarcely thought it necessary to cau Julia was sitting by the side of her charge, tion her as to her conduct during her absence. holding with one hand the old violin, and Far less did she exact a promise as to the clasping in the other the source of many a long-settled point of free intercourse with the fair dream, in the shape of the magic volume, Blanchard family. She gave only the general when a step broke the golden meshes of her advice which a mother's heart suggests on reverie. She looked up, and young Blanchsuch occasions, and bade farewell to her ard stood before. She started and blushed, blooming pupil, in full trust that all would she knew not why, for she had seen the go on as usual under Julia's well-trained young man a thousand times with no other eye.

emotion than a vague feeling of dislike. But the Blanchard family, one and all, had 1 “Have you been pleased with the book settled matters far otherwise. The very first | my sisters took the liberty of sending you, time that old Brand's chair was wheeled into ! Miss Brand ?” he said ; - they wished me the orchard, after the departure of the Cod to offer you another, knowing you were fond dington's, a bunch of beautiful flowers lay ! of reading.” on the rude seat beneath the tree where Julia Julia expressed her pleasure eagerly, and usually took her station. When she anatched | received the new volume with a thrill of deit up with delight and wonder, she was still light; accompanied, however, with some more surprised to find under it a small vol misgiving as to the propriety of obtaining it ume of poetry. Julia loved flowers dearly, just in that way. but poetry was her passion ; and she not only Mr. Blanchard, encouraged by her manner, read it with delight, but had herself made proceeded to say that his sisters would have some not ungraceful attempts at verse, which brought the books themselves, if they had had elicited warm commendations from her supposed a visit would be agreeable. Having kind protectors. Here was a new author, accepted the civility in one shape, Julia felt and one whose style gave the most fascina that she could not decline it in another, and ting dress to passionate and rather exagge | the invitation was given, and the visit made. rated sentiment. Julia's attention was en

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Twelve months have rapidly passed by, || views, however, of the sphere and the casince with a few words of “ The Miscel- || pabilities, or of the resources of our MagaLANY TO ITS Readers,” we greeted you as zine literature, we have seen no reason to new acquaintances. Month by month has change ; and whatever may have been in added to your number, and although the your estimation our own lot — to succeed or usual routine of a monthly has given us in to fail in the attempts it was our place to the interval no excuse for thus enduing our make — we may leave this connection with selves with our personality and speaking to you with the same belief with which we you as if face to face, our acquaintance has embraced it, in the usefulness and the power been growing up by the continuance of the of that branch of literature and in the intelintercourse. But now that that intercourse ligent demand for it. is to cease, there is again a reason for us to The periodical literature of this country appear before you and to offer you at parting has, within a few years, taken a new stand. that hand, which you took so kindly at our It has begun to stand upon real merits, and first meeting.

now shows to the world, in its “ lists of conAt that first meeting we indulged rather in tributors," the best writers of the land. In an expression of our hopes and intentions than no other mode of publication, can the poet, in promises. To say that those intentions have or the novelist, the essayist or the critic adbeen fully carried out, or those hopes fully re- || dress himself to so large a circle of readers, alized, would be too much for any one leaving or secure to himself so certainly that result a work of which he has only effected the com- of his authorship, be it honorariumor mencement; and your judgment is the best “ quid pro quo,” of late so loudly demanded, criterion of the success of our endeavors, and as by entrusting his works to their pages. your gratification their highest reward. Our | The public reap the benefit and reciprocate

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