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some indication on her part, which might seem “What do you say? He is there—how you to invite a conversation.
startle me!" I have forgotten to say that Eloise would not “What! do you not know that your sylph have a light near her, for which she had good reads your soul? Surely, there is nothing
Pictures of the imagination are never passes there, but should flatter him." 80 vivid as in the most profound obscurity. “But we always mix something of the man Thus Volange, without being perceived, await- with our idea of sylphs, shame—" ed a favorable moment. He heard Eloise sigh, “Shame, it appears to me, is misplaced with and seek repose with inquietude.
a spirit. Where would be the harm, for ex“ Come, happy slumbers," said she, "for ample, of inviting him to come this evening ?" your enchantments alone make life tolerable.” 6. Oh! it is useless for me to dissimulate.
“It is I," said Volange, in a voice so soft He knows I wish for his presence." that Eloise could scarcely hear it; “it is I Yes, and if he is gallant he will come.” who should call sleep, as my happiness exists “He will, surely, if he understands me," in that alone ; it is in the bosom of sleep alone said Eloise. that I am with you."
"He understands you," replied Volange in He had scarcely time to utter these words. a soft voice; “but send away this witness, who Eloise gave a piercing shriek, and Volange distresses me.” having disappeared, Justine ran in at the call " Justine," said Eloise, trembling; "go away." of her mistress.
6 What is the matter, madam ? you seem “What is the matter, madam ?" said she.
moved." “Ah, I am dying, I have heard him. Re “ It is nothing; leave me, I tell you—it is call me to life again if you can; I am loved ! nothing." I am happy! hurry, I cannot breathe.”'
Justine obeyed, and when they were alone, Justine busied herself in loosening her dress; the sylph asked, she made her breathe aromatic salts to revive Why does my voice frighten you ? no one her, and playing the part of incredulity, she fears that which they love." reproached her mistress for giving way to ideas "Alas!" said she, “can I behold without which troubled her repose, and injured her trouble the realization of my dreams, and by health.
an inconceivable prodigy the illusion become “You treat me like an infant–a fool,” said reality? Can I believe that a celestial spirit Eloise. “It is no longer a dream-nothing is would quit heaven for my sake, and become more true—I heard him as plainly as I do you." familiar with a simple mortal ?"
“Well, madam, I do not wish to make you " If you knew," answered Volange, “how angry, but try to calm your spirits : to please much your charms surpass all the nymphs of a sylph, one must be beautiful, and if you do the air, you would be little flattered by your not sleep you will soon lose your good looks." victory. Nevertheless, it is not to vanity that
"Are you going, Justine ? How cruel you I wish to owe the price of my love. That love are! Do you not perceive that I am trembling is as pure and unalterable as my own essence ; all over? Wait, at least, until I sleep, if it is but it is also as delicate. We have only the possible to sleep in such emotion.”'
sensibility of the soul left us. You have this After a while her beautiful eyes grew heavy, also, Eloise; but to taste its delights it is ne. and it was resolved between Justine and Vo- cessary that I should preserve that soul, of lange, that, frightened by the cry which Eloise which I am so jealous. You may amuse yourhad made, the sylph should wait until he was self with whatever is interesting or amiable in asked for the next night.
the world, but you can love nothing so much Eloise began to fear that he would come no as myself.”
“Alas!" said she, “it is easy enough for me “My cries have frightened him away,” said to obey you; the world has no attractions for she.
The void in my soul admits no access to “What, madam,” said Justine, “is a spirit the vain pleasures which would tempt me, and 80 timid ? believe me, he only waits until the how can it be accessible to them now, that it fright which he has caused you is over. Rest is occupied by you? But you, pure and heaeasy; he knows what passes in your heart, as venly spirit, how can I flatter myself with the well as yourself, and perhaps at this moment hope of retaining your regard, or being worthy he is there listening to you."
" Learn,” said Volange, “that which dis- to guide its course, that it may shed upon you tinguishes us from all other spirits of the only bright and favorable influences !" universe, and more particularly from the hu- “What! will you leave me so soon ?" man race. A sylph never enjoys happiness “Yes, to return to-morrow at the same alone--he is only happy in what he loves. hour.” Nature has interdicted all mere selfish emo- ! " Then adieu-but, stop, one word. May I tions, but she has also bestowed more perfect have a confidant ?" sympathies; therefore, while we enjoy all the “You already have one in Justine, who loves happiness we awaken in the object of our you sincerely, and who for that reason is also choice, we likewise partake in the same degree dear to me.” of her sorrows. Destiny has left me the | “One moment more—tell me by what name choice of this other half of myself, upon whom you are known.” all my joys must depend; but the selection “In heaven, they call me Valoe, which, in once made, we have between us but one soul, the Sylphide language, signifies all soul. And, and it is only in contributing to your happi- ah! well do I merit the appellation since I ness that I can secure my own."
have known thee !!! “Oh! let it be thus,” she exclaimed in trans- With these words the sylph vanished, port, “for even the thought of so pure and The heart of Eloise swam in joy; the acme sweet a union fills me with ecstasy. How of her hopes was attained, and in the midst of much more delightful such intercourse than a thousand delightful ideas which occupied that to which we are compelled to submit with her mind, sleep gradually stole over her common mortals, who make us their slaves, for senses. you know, alas ! that the chains of marriage Justine was duly instructed of all which have been imposed upon me.”
passed, and had no occasion to repeat anything “I know it,” said Volange, "and one of my to Volange. She only informed him that he chief cares will be to render them light.” had left his wife in a perfect state of enchant
" Ah!" replied she, “ do not make yourself ment. uneasy; my husband is one of those men who “That is not enough," said he. “I wish has least of the vices of his sex ; but then that in the absence of the sylph everything they are all so opinionated, so proud of their should recall his love. You read her soul, and advantages, so indulgent to their own faults, know all her tastes; tell me what she most and so severe upon ours."
desires, and the sylph will appear to divine her "Would you believe it!" exclaimed the wishes." sylph—“all that you lay to the charge of men, That evening Eloise, to be free from all diswe have occasion likewise to reproach the traction, went with Justine to promenade in sylphides with. Mild, insinuating, full of one of those magnificent gardens which ornafascinations, there is no art which they do not ment Paris ; and although her mind was preemploy to gain the ascendency over us spirits ; occupied with her sylph lover, yet the natural but once assured of their rule, and a capricious penchant of her sex, so readily attracted by and absolute will, a haughty pride, to which novelty, drew her attention to the elegant everything must submit, takes the place of dress of a strange lady who promenaded near their former timidity, mildness, and complai- | them.. sance; and it is only after they have gained “Ah! what a lovely robe !" she exclaimed. one's love, that they appear worthy only to be Justine pretended not to hear her : but the hated! But let these things be as they may, adroit femme de chambre, having witnessed her my dear Eloise, we shall be strangers to the admiration, had really conceived an idea, unhappiness of both worlds, if you but love which on their return home she hastened to me, as I do you. And now adieu! my duty communicate to Volange, describing to him compels me to quit you: Heaven has confided minutely the dress Eloise had been so enrapthe star of your destiny to my care, and I gotured with.
[To be concluded next month.]
BY VRIAT I. JUDAI.
I 'Tis beautiful to cast over the foibles of thy No. I.
brother worm the broad and divine mantle of THE BEAUTIFUL.
Mercy, and to forgive thy erring sister, as thou
wouldst that Heaven may be merciful to thee, List, reader, list; and I will tell what is
a sinner. beautiful :
God has given us a beautiful world as a A good man struggling with misfortune, and
transitory abode, and the rivers, the streams, preserving untainted his reputation.
the mounts, the fields, the flowers, the trees, A dutiful child obeying the mandates of
| the air, the birds, the fish, and all around parents, and walking in the ways of righte
created man are beautiful, superbly beautiful. ousness. Sinful mortality on bended knees, craving
Even man himself is beautiful, when he dis
plays the noblest qualities of his naturefrom on High a pardon for past transgressions :-Great God! “forgive us our trespasses
when he has "a tear for pity, and a hand open
as day to melting charity." as we forgive those who trespass against us."
The sun is beautiful as he ascends the sparkMen, like Clay and Webster, striving to
ling sky; and alike beautiful the moon, as she cement still stronger and more indissoluble
| reflects her brilliant, her soft and mellow rays, the bonds of unity, so as to transmit to pos
o'er the heads of all. terity, pure and uncontaminated, Heaven and
And thou, oh! High and Holy One, ay!Washington's boon of liberty.
thou, Most Adorable-art the summit of all Mortality relieving the wants of mortality, |
beauty, inasmuch as, by advancing the cause of the destitute :
Beautiful is thy Realm ! For 'tis beautiful to roam amid the forsaken
Beautiful thy Throne! haunts of despair, to still the groans of sor
Beautiful thy promise to man ! row, and spread bread on the empty tables of the famishing.
Beautiful thy unceasing love!
Beautiful thy protecting care! And 'tis beautiful to rescue the fallen, to
The angels of Paradise are beautiful; the make glad the overcharged heart of the op
evening and the morning song of that holy pressed, and
band is beautiful ; the spirit's ascent to heaven “ Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
is beautiful; the crumbling of its clay teneRase out the written troubles of the brain;
ment to its mother earth is a beautiful decree And, with some sweet oblivious antidote, Cleanse the foul bosom of that perilous stuff
| of Providence; the soul in its purified condiThat weighs upon the heart."
tion is beautiful ! beautiful ! beautiful! Beautiful is woman around the fevered bed And beautiful-superlatively beautiful and of sickness, pillowing the pale cheek, bathing
most melodious--ay!-grandly, sublimely beauand binding up the fainting brow, and like a
like i tiful, will be the loud and cheering sound
tiful, will form of light, whispering “Hope” where
of the “Archangel's trump”-that herald of else there had been none :
events and harbinger of joy—to those who on
that final morn shall have awarded to them “ Until the hour when death
eternal life and eternal bliss :His lamp of life doth dim, She never wearieth,
If God hath made this world so fair, She never leaveth him;
Where sin and death abound; Still near him night and day,
How beautiful beyond compare She meets his eye alway."
Will Paradise be found !
He permitteth the lily to bloom, and kindly OUR HEAVENLY FATHER.
waters, with the gentle dews of heaven, the "O what a root! O what a branch is here !
rose just budding into bloom-ay! and inO what a father! what a family!
creases the perfume of the violet. Worlds! systems and creations -and creations, "Father,” dear Father, thou art better In one agglomerated cluster, hung,
than the best, greater than the greatest, Great Vine! on Thee : on Thee the cluster hangs; The filial cluster! infinitely spread
higher than the highest, mightier than the In glowing globes, with various beings fraught; mightiest, kinder than the kindest, and nobler Or shall I say (for who can say enough ?)
than the noblest. A constellation of ten thousand gems, Set in one signet, flames on the right hand
Thou art above all, and hence, over all ; for of majesty divine! The blazing seal,
thou canst shake the earth from its foundaThat deeply stamps, on all created mind,
tion, and wrap up as a scroll the sun, and the Indelible, His sovereign attributesOmnipotence and love. Nor stop we here
moon, and the stars :For want of power in God, but thought in man.
O all-sufficient, all-beneficent, If greater aught, that greater all is thine,
Thou God of Goodness and of Glory, hear! Dread Sire Accept this miniature of thee;
Thou, who to lowest minds dost condescend, And pardon an attempt from mortal thought,
Assuming passions to enforce thy laws, In which archangels might have failed, unblamed."
Adopting jealousy to prove thy love : Our Heavenly Father !-ay! ay!-He made Thou, who resigned humility uphold'st,
Even as the florist props the drooping rose, the glorious orb of day to illumine our path
But quell'st tyrannic pride with peerless power, way to the silent halls of death, and causeth
E'en as the tempest rives the stubborn oak: the brilliant stars of night to reflect their O all-sufficient, all-beneficent, matchless rays o'er the heads of all.
Thou God of Goodness and of Glory, hear!
Bless all mankind, and bring them in the end Our Heavenly Father! He keeps vigil round To heaven, to immortality, and Thee ! our midnight slumbers, and permits us to awake to a joyful morrow, while tens of thousands are suffering for their “daily bread.”
No. III. 'Tis He who formed that grand arch over us,
THE TRIAL OF ABRAHAM'S FAITH. and created man-even fragile man-in his own blessed, glorious image.
" And Abraham rose up early in the morning, and sad
dled his ass, and took two of his young men with him, And for the righteous he has set apart his
and Isaac his son, and clave the wood for the burntRealm, that he might award to those who obey offering, and rose up, and went unto the place of which his mandates, eternal life.
God had told him." “Our Father who art in heaven” raised up If ever there was a peculiar crisis in the for us a Washington in our eventful struggles career of Abraham, or a critical moment for liberty, and gave to Columbia-oh! thrice- fraught with anxiety, it was at that trying pehailed clime of unexampled prosperity—a riod, when, in accordance with the Divine pleagrand, an enviable name, among the nations of sure and command, he was about to make a the earth.
sacrifice of all his heart held dear, on the altar Well! glory to God in the highest! for his of obedience and devotion, inspired by feelgoodness, his mercy, his fatherly care, his ever- ings of inward love and innate gratitude to enduring love.
Jehovah, the Father of all. Ay! He hears the cries of the sorrowful, With steps solemn and slow, the aged parent and quickly pours balm on the bleeding wounds proceeded onward to Moriah, when the sweetly of the heart.
mild and harmonious accents of his darling And “our Father" sends food to the hungry, child aroused him from the lethargy in which and opens the waters to the thirsty.
he had sunk :-“Behold, my father, the fire Then glorify His great name, and praise the and wood, but where is the lamb for a burntmighty works of Him, the Omnipotent, the offering ?" "My son,” said Abraham, “God Omnipresent, the Good, the Glorious, the Eter-| will provide himself with a lamb,” and the nal, who, out of nothing, was pleased to create two walked placidly and lovingly onward in this beautiful, this thriving, this gigantic, this silence. extended world, and people it with countless | And when they came to the place desighillions of beings.
nated as that of sacrifice, the earthly father, He preserves the birds of the air in their with resignation to the will of our Father ascent and descent, and He shields from harm who art in heaven,” bound his son, and laid the beasts of the field.
| him on the altar upon the wood, and grasped
in his right hand the knife, and looked upward rying a child to Paradise. She has burst the to that realm of eternal bliss where sitteth the tomb of innocence and loveliness, taken as King whose Throne is everlasting.
her own the little inmate in its coffin habiliThe silent tear in the eye of the father and ments, and pointing upward in triumphant of the son, pierced the clouds, and ascended hope, bears it off gently and affectionately to to the Throne of the Most High and Mighty, that glorious land of unceasing bliss, beyond and the angel of the Lord called to Abraham the restricted confines of the “parrow house." out of heaven, -" Abraham, lay not thine hand What a beautiful and animated subject for upon the lad, neither do thou anything unto him." the talents of the artist, and what a splendid
And all that thou requirest of thy children, and instructive theme for the genius of the great God, is a contrite spirit and a willing poet! heart, that unto thee and to thy immortal In the stillness and calmness of the midname may be rendered the tribute that is due. night hour-amid the silence of solitude No sacrifice, however great, can adequately when the eyes of mortality were closed, and atone for the illimitable transgressions of ever- even nature was slumbering at her post like a erring, of wicked mortality. By the glim- tired sentinel--ay! at such a time, descended mering light of day, amid the tumult of the from on high, with noiseless wings, doubtless busy populace, as well as in the silence of soli- at the mandate of Him who never draws tude, when all nature is tranquil and slum- around his couch the curtain of repose, one bering, and noiseless, we should commune clad in celestial robes, to claim another angel with our thoughts, that we may silently and for the skies. List, oh list, dear reader, to the secretly pour out in quiet, yet free strains of sweet strains of harmony of that angelic song, gratitude and of love unbounded, our unadul- as it sent its echo to the ears of a slumbering terated thanks for his marked goodness, un- world :ceasing care, and tender mercies to us, the
“On our dim and distant shore fragile and erring mortals of his creative will
Aching love is felt no more.
We have loved with earth's excess“ Ye whom the charms of grandeur please,
Past is now that weariness!
We have wept, that weep not now-
Calm is each one's throbbing brow!
We have known the dreamer's woes-
All is now one bright repose !
Come, come, come !" “ Ye fair, by nature formed to move,
And how wise and beautiful is that ordi-
nance of Providence, which has given immorLet age take up the tuneful lay,
tality to the frail beings of his creative will. Sigh His blessed name-then soar away,
Death, when he whispers into the ear of morAnd ask an angel's lyre."
tality—“Now, even now, thy career on earth is ended,” consigns the casket to the silent halls
until the final trump be sounded; but the jewel No. IV.
-the vital spark-lives on and on, in pristine DEATH OF AN INFANT.
purity, and sparkles with renovated brilliancy
until time shall be no more. Death found strange beauty on that cherub brow, And dashed it out. There was a tint of rose
The truthful quotation, “Of such is the On cheek and lip ;-he touched the veins with ice, kingdom of heaven," has often and often eliAnd the rose faded. Forth from those blue eyes
cited my attention, and commanded my admiThere spake a wishful tenderness-a doubt Whether to grieve or sleep, which innocence
ration, as ever and anon I have wandered by Alone can wear. With ruthless haste, he bound the tomb of childhood, amid the city of the The silken fringes of their curtaining lids
dead. Oh! how appropriate to the harmless Forever. There had been a murmuring sound, With which the babe would claim its mother's ear,
life of the little slumberer below, and how Charming her even to tears. The spoiler set
consoling to the feelings of parents who have His seal of silence. But there beamed a smile
weeped at the early death of their darling babe ! So fixed and holy from that marble brow,Death gazed, and left it there ;-he dared not steal
Ye know not what ye do,
That call the slumberer back,
From the world unseen by you,
Unto life's dim, faded track. painting admirably representing an Angel car- ! Ay! that spirit-land of bliss must be thickly