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ment with that adjective, both in num- had he to laugh in' that side-shaking ber and person.

manner? Slyder Downehylle could He followed the advice of Spifflikens. not laugh-he saw no particular joke No one knew the world better than that required it; but the man laughed Spifflikens, and, therefore, Spifflikens again, and when Slyder requested him must, of course, be right,-80 Slyder not to make a fool of himself, the man Downehylle became convivial. He pulled Slyder's nose. Hope deferred Blept by day and he frolicked by night. engenders fierceness. Slyder quarrelIf this was not the long-sought “it,” led with the man about making so free where could "it" be. Šlyder Downe- with another person's nose, as if it were hylle was merry-exceeding jocose. a bell-pull or a knocker. A nose is not He was sometimes turned out of three much to be sure many noses are not theatres in one evening—he had fought-but when a nose is constituted a point in a ball-room-had thrashed several of honor, it expands to the dimenwatchmen-had been honored with sions of a geographical promontory-it "private hearings" by the magistracy, is peninsular-it is a disputed territory, and had been more than once almost over which no one can be allowed to beaten to a jelly. Slyder Downehylle march, much less to make settlements earned the right and title to be known upon it. Slyder Downehylle resolved as a spirited youth, and so he was, to stand by his nose, and so he stood generally. But, by dint of repetition, up to it, and a duel was the consequence the blue began to disappear from this -a duel, according to the barbarian plum also-the peach was no longer custom of modern times, which was downy. If it had not been for the fought before breakfast. Who can be peach-brandy, what would have become surprised that there is so much bad of Slyder Downehylle? It was not, shooting extant on these interesting indeed, perfect bliss-Slyder was sub- occasions ? A gentleman, no matter ject to headache in the earlier part of how much of a gentleman he may be the day-yet it was as nearly “some- in proper hours, cannot reasonably be thing to be happy with,” as he had yet expected to be altogether a gentlemanbeen enabled to discover.

altogether himself-at such an uncivilIt was a hard case, view it as you ized time of day. A man may be valwill

. Mr. Slyder Downehylle wanted iant enough after nine o'clock-when to be happy-he had the greatest dis- he has had his coffee and muffins-he position to be happy. He had tried may be able to face a battery in the every possible experiment in that direc- forenoon, and ready to lead a forlorn tion that either he or Spifflikens could hope when he has dined comfortably ; suggest; but yet he was a dejected man, but to ask one to get up to be shot at, even when tipsy twice-a-day. He could in the gray of the morning-in the midst find no delight that was of a substantial of fogs and all sorts of chilly discomfort, character-nothing to which he could his boots and his trowsers draggled with constantly recur without fear of disap- dew, and himself unsustained by a pointment and disgust-nothing that breakfast, why the whole thing is prewould wear all the week through and posterous ? No man can be valiant unbe the same to-day, to-morrow, and the less he is warm, and as no man can be day after that. It was in vain that he warm without his breakfast, it is a deintermingled his pleasures—took them monstrated fact that breakfast is itself in alternation-over-eat himself in the valor, and that one may be frightened morning and over-drank himself in the before breakfast, without the slightest evening, or reversed the process, turn- disparagement to his character for ing the bill of fare upside down. It courage. Master Barnardine was right came all to the same thing in the end. when he refused to get up early to go There must be something wrong-why to the gallows. There is a time for all could not Slyder Downehylle be happy ? things.

things. But Slyder Downehylle was Who labored harder to boil down not more alarmed than was right and common-place and to extract from it proper-not more, probably,than his anthe essence of felicity--to concentrate tagonist. “How do they come on?" the soup of life, and to elicit essentials said the surgeon to Goliah Bluff, who from their insipid dilution ?

acted as Slyder's second. The fourth A man laughed in the play-house- shot had been interchanged and no laughed several times. What right blood drawn. “ As well as could be ex

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pected," replied Goliah ; "they are for that pale brandy," said Slyder approximating—the seconds don't have Downehylle. He desired that his exto dodge now, and the principals are istence should be one vast bowl of chamnot so likely as they were, to shoot off pagne punch-an everlasting mincetheir own toes. Practice makes per- pie-terrapins and turtle soup-glafect. Gentlemen, are you ready ? ciers of ice-cream and cataracts of one, two, three!"-bang!-bang !—The cognac, sunned by frolic and fanned by inan had winged Slyder, and both were the breeze of excitement - perpeglad—the one that was safely over, tual spree!" There were to be no shaso far as he was concerned, and the dy sides of the way in his resplendent other that the affair was finished and world.-How many practical philosono worse, so far as he was concerned. phers have failed in the same pursuit ! Further approximations might have is the aurum potabile never to be dis- been dangerous. But the result was covered? Are we always to come down a downright flying in the face of poetic to the plain reality, at last ? Downecal justice, owing no doubt to the fact hylle could not endure the thought.that poetical justice wisely lies abed “More cayenne, if you please.” till the last bell rings. But then, as Go “ Have you ever tried faro ?" whisliah Bluff announced to the parties bel- pered Spimfikens ;-—"there's consideraligerent, Slyder Downehylle was "satis- ble fun at faro, when you are up to it.” fied," and who else had a right to com Spiffikens passed the bottle. Slyplain? His nose was the feature most der Downehylle had never tried faro, interested and it said nothing, “as no- but he did try it, and thought that he body knows on ”-for it was now a nose rather liked it. In short, it improved which, when regarded in its metaphysi- upon acquaintance. At length, he cal and honorable aspect, notwithstand- had reached the ultima Thule. The ing its rubid tints, had not a stain upon something to be happy with " had, to its escutcheon. The bullet in its mas- all appearance, been found. Redheifter's shoulder had been soapsuds to its fer was but a goose. He knew not reputation, and the duel had been brick- where to look for the “perpetual modust to the lustre of its glory. Slyder tion”-the everlasting jog to the flag. · Downehylle's nose actually shone ging spirit. But the top of our speed again,” brighter than ever. His arm, brings the end of the race. He who no doubt, was in a sling—the same arm moves most rapidly, is the soonest at that had conveyed so many slings into the close of his career. Faro is fickle, him, to support him, comfort him and and Slyder Downehylle, in his zeal to keep him up,—but his nose was self- pile enjoyment upon enjoyment--to be sustained; it had been proved to be a happy, if possible, with several things feature not to be handled with impunity. at a time-had unluckily a habit of But what are noses, after all—what are not taking even his faro "plain ;" he noses in the abstract--noses individual- needed syrup also in that effervescing ly considered ? Slyder, in the end, did draught, and as his head became warm, not care much who pulled his nose, so the “ cool amounts in his pockets they did it gently.

He was engaged in solving a great Slyder Downehylle was a cashless moral problem. He left the longitude man-his researches after felicity had and the squaring of the circle to intel- not only proved unsuccessful, but had lects of an inferior order. It was for left him without the means of future him to determine whether it was pos- progression. He was bemired halfsible to live upon the principal of one's way-swamped, as it were, in sight of health and capacities for enjoyment, port. Even Spifflikens cut him dead. without being restricted to such beg- The tailors desired no more of his cusgarly returns as the mere interest there- tom-his apartments at the hotel were of. As for content/the “ being happy wanted. The “credit system” was with one's self,” as Uncle John ex out of fashion. Financiering had been pressed it-this was a very flat sort of clipped in its wings. How doleful looks happiness in Slyder Downehylle's esti- the candle when capped with an extinmation, if, indeed, he ever placed it in guisher? The wounded squirrel drops that category at all. It was by no from limb to limb. The world has many means strong enough for the purpose. wounded squirrels, besides those that Happy upon water !-"I'll trouble you crack nuts to earn a living. Just sach

melted away.

a squirrel was Slyder Downehylle, com- pagne punch is a mere reminiscence. pelled, before he reached the top of his His Havanas are converted into 'long aspiring hopes, to abandon every step nines, and his bibulations are at two that he had so toilfully surmounted. cents a glass, making up in piperine

How he now obtained anything to pungency what they lack in delicacy eat, is not exactly known. His mode of flavor. He is sadly emaciated, and of obtaining something to drink, is, if in all respects considerably the worse not original, certainly ingenious. He for wear, while a hollow cough indinever goes to the pump, having no taste cates that his physical capabilities have for hydraulics. Nor does he find water proved inadequate to the requirements with a hazel twig. He has a more ef- of his method of employing life, and fective "twig” than that. He lounges are fast dropping to pieces. Slyder in bar-rooms, and as his old acquaintan- Downehylle is consequently more melces, searchers after happiness not yet ancholy than ever. He is troubled with brought up with a “round turn,” go doubts. Perhaps he may have proceeded there to drink-a dry bar is a sad im- upon an error perhaps the principle, pediment to navigation—it is astonish- the high pressure principle, of his acing how very solicitous he becomes in tion was not the right one. It may be reference to their health.

that excitement is not happiness—that “How do ye do, Mr. Jones? I've our pleasures are fleeting in proportion not had the pleasure of seeing you for to their intensity—that indeed, if “ life a long time. How have you been ?" be a feast,” the amount of satisfaction

“Pretty well, Downehylle, pretty to be derived from it, is rather diminwell—but excuse me-Bibo and I are ished than increased by swallowing the going to try something."

viands hastily and by having a free Why, ah-thank you—I don't care recourse to condiments, and that a much if I do join. The pale brandy, physical economy is as wise and as neyes—that will answer," would be Šly- cessary to well-being, as economy of der Downehylle's response under such any other kind. He is almost led to circumstances, from which it is appa- suppose that his “ something to be haprent that misfortune had somewhat im- py with,” is a fallacy; he never could paired his sense of hearing.

hold it within his grasp, and he inclines

to the belief that a man probably does Slyder Downehylle is supposed to well to have a home in himself, that he be yet about town, looking earnestly for may not always be compelled to run his undiscovered happiness. The last abroad for recreation, or to appeal to time he was seen by credible wit- his senses to give vivacity to the hour. nesses, they noted him busily employed If it were his luck to begin again, perin playing “ All Fours," in front of haps he might try the tack thus indiJohn Gin's hostelry—a game probably cated. But that hollow cough !-Our selected as emblematic of his now experiences oft reach their climax too creeping condition. He lounges no late ; yet others may learn from the more in fashionable resorts. Cham- example of Slyder Downehylle.


I love ye, Mountains ! for since earliest time,

When Tyranny hath bared his ruthless hand,

And through the valleys of the fated land,
Let loose the craven ministers of crime ;
Crimsoned the sod, as 'twere in very mirth,

With blood of hoary sire, and generous youth,
And in God's name razed to the reeking earth,

The unstained altars of eternal Truth ;
Your snow-capt crags, upon whose dizzy height
The daring vulture stays its weary flight;
Your dark recesses, where the black wolves den,

And outlaws dwell-more merciful than he-
Have been the refuge of unconquered men,

And home and citadel of Liberty.
New Bedford, Mass.



From golden morn, till dewy eve,

When the sky gleams bright and red,
With many a strong and sturdy stroke,

I labor for my bread.
No sickly fits nor ills I dread,

My chest is deep and broad,
And though I work the live-long day,

I rise and thank my God.

No lily hue is on my brow,

No rings on my hard hand,
I wield the axe, I drive the plough,

Or when black war shrouds the land,
I seize my father's well tried brand,

And that for Freedom's sod
It is my glorious right to bleed,

I rise and thank my God.

And when my daily task is o'er,

And the sun is sinking low,
As faint with work and honest toil,

To my humble roof I go,
I see the perfumed city beau

With his ebony walking rod,
And that I am not a thing like him,

I rise and thank my God.

The widow's prayer upon my ear

Unheeded never fell,
I ne'er beheld the orphan's tear

But my own heart's fount would swell.
I never heaven for gold would sell,

Nor for wealth would stoop to fraud,
A poor-but yet an honest man,

I rise and thank my God.

And when the good sun floods with light

This land of liberty,
And spreads around my happy sight,

As in prayer I bend the knee,
That I am strong, and bold, and free,

In the land my fathers trod,
With quivering lips, and with out-stretched arms,
I rise and thank my God.

Wm. Hainas LTTLE.

Cincinnati, Ohio.



On the outskirts of the small town of high grass grows from the interstices Vendome, situated on the banks of the of the stone steps; the iron work is Loire, stands an old, dark, high-roofed rusted; the moon, the sun, winter, house, entirely insulated, without vicin- summer, have worn the wood, loosened age of any kind to disturb its seclusion. the frames, dilapidated all. The silence

In front of this dwelling, is a garden of this forlorn mansion is only disturbterminating on the river's edge; buted by birds, cats, rats, and mice, who the box-wood, in time past carefully go and come in freedom. An invisible trimmed, which marked its walks and hand has traced throughout the word alleys, now grows in freedom; the Mystery! hedge enclosures receive no care; the If your curiosity should urge you to inyoung willows born in the Loire, have spect this house on the street side, you rapidly increased in size ; weeds in rich will discover a large door, the top of vegetation crowd the river slope; the round form, in which the children of fruit trees have remained unclipped for the country have made innumerable ten years, and have ceased to bear. holes. I subsequently learned that this The garden paths, once well sanded door had not been opened for ten years. and gravelled, are grass-grown; in Through these irregular openings you fact, their outlines are scarcely distin- may remark the perfect harmony exguishable.

isting between the front on the garden, It is easy, nevertheless, to discern and that on the court yard. from the hill-top strewn with the ruins Clumps of grass are scattered over of the ancient castle of the Dukes of the pavements; enormous crevices furVendome, the only spot from which row the walls ; creeping ivy ornaments eye can plunge into the recesses of the the copings. The door-steps are disloenclosure,-it is easy, I say, to discern, cated; the bell-rope is rotted; the that at some period of time more or less gutters broken; all around is void, remote, it must have been the residence desolate, and silent. This mansion is of some good old gentleman, fond of an enigma of which no one knows the roses, dahlias—of horticulture, in a solution. It bears the name of La word—and also, perhaps, addicted to Grande Bretêche, and was formerly a good and luscious fruit. You can still small fief. see an arbour, or rather the remains of

During my stay at Vendome, the roone, under which is a table which time mantic view of this singular house behas not entirely destroyed.

came one of my liveliest pleasures. It In the presence of this garden, which was something better than a ruin. To is no more, you divine the peaceful de- a ruin are attached historical recolleclights of country life, just as the epi- tions, known facts, the authenticity of taph on the dead may indicate the pur- which contemplation cannot reject; suits of the living; and, then, to com- but, in this habitation still erect, and plete the soft and melancholy impres- yet in the progress of self-destruction, sions it awakens, you find on one of the there was a secret, an unknown, unwalls a rustic sun-dial decorated with discovered design; at least, the whim the familiar inscription :

of some eccentric fellow-being.

More than one evening, my steps led Fugit hora brevis.

me to the wild hedge which protected

the enclosure; then, in defiance of its of the house itself the roofs are prickly thorns, I made my way into crumbling, the shutters closed; the this garden without an owner, into this balconies are covered by thousands of property which was no longer either swallows' nests; the doors are open; public or private ; and I would there

• From the French (varied and adapted) of Balzac. VOL. XIII.--NO. LXV.


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