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of old, but his chief, his prophets, his laws are no more. What traditions are locked up in that breast, which will never be profaned by the white man's ear! Methinks he hears again the war-whoop of Tecumseh of Pontiac the rush of battle and the conflict of arms he sits, immovable, like a piece of sculpture, wrought out by Autumn when the woods were changed.

But enough. The long shadows of the trees have struck the eastern shore of the lake, and I must away, where sterner pictures of life will be found. And until another meeting — farewell! Michigan.

2 H. H. R.

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Miss CHARLOTTE CANDA, who lost her life by a melancholy accident in New-York a few years since.

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By Sylvan Water' she reposes,

A stranger in a stranger land;
She died as die the summer roses,

By autumn gales too rudely fanned :
Soft be thy sleep, lone forest child !
Thy native shades, thy woodlands wild,
Shall mourn thee in a requiem deep,
Though distant far thine ashes sleep.

SIGMA

* FREEBORN, the pilot, who lost his life in an attempt to save the crew of a ship which was wrecked on the Jersey shore.

+ A FIREMAN who lost his life during a conflagration in New-York some time since.

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Love is moral beauty, enamoured with its own lovely form in a kindred spirit.

Friendship is virtue pleased with beholding its own disposition displaying itself in another's acts, in a full belief of a reciprocity of feeling.

Honor is the conducting one's-self in ordinary and extraordinary circumstances as a clear head and a pure heart would commend in the beau ideal.

It is the power of these three united to make an amulet in the moral world capable of producing a charm greater than the magi ever called up, or superstition ever imagined. This charm is happiness. In the march of this holy alliance, FRIENDSHIP must precede Love, and Honor guard it. There are also good and evil genii who attend their progress. The good has in his train a host of ministering angels; Watchfulness, Forbearance, Gentleness, Kindness, Assiduous Attentions, Pure Aspirations, and Old Fidelity, with all his scruples of conscience. The evil genius follows close with his fiends, Dishonest Ambition, Fashionable Dissipation, Unmeaning Frivolities, Carelessness, Indifference, Wantonness and Infidelity; and some of these are the more dangerous, as they are often found assuming the robes of better beings. When the good genius is in the full course of his duty, he is the loveliest of the lovely; his wings are the feathers of the bird of paradise, his eye the evening star, and his voice a seraph's harp ; but once overcome, how great the change! His eyes are a baleful glare, his wings the feathers of the foul bird of prey, and his voice the raven's scream. The evil genius once a conqueror, the amulet is changed to an obeah, and the celestial charm, happiness, to a spell of infernal wretchedness.

The charm is hard to obtain, and difficult to preserve. On the morning of the day of prosperity a thousand delicate Ariels breathe sweetness on the air, who sleep at noon and are gone at eventide. This is but the picture of a fair day; in one of clouds and darkness these gentle spirits are soon frightened by the blast, and are instantly gone forever." One bright vision here and there touches the earth, to show the sons of men that they are not quite forsaken, and a sweet voice is sometimes heard to linger on the wings of the gentle breeze, and says, or seems to say, 'Despair not ! you are destined to other worlds, and your reward is there!' Then a new light cheers the soul, and the star of hope points to it, and the promises of OMNIPOTENCE secure it. And when the good genius keeps on his course with every

attendant virtue in his train, the crooked path is made straight and the rough way smooth. By the preservation of the charm until the deep vale of years, man passes the bounds of Time, and on the upward track of light reaches happiness immeasurable as space and lasting as eternity.

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MARY.

ALL hail to Mary! sweetest name

That e'er was spoken under heaven !
The gentlest ever known to fame,

To God's earth-mother given.
Like His religion spreading far
And wide throughout the realms of earth,
Still brightening, like the glorious star

That told His wondrous birth.

In olden times that name hath stirred

Devotion in the warrior's breast,
As mailed and helmeted and spurred,

He set his gleaming lance in rest.
Through dim cathedrals vaulted high,

In Europe's saint-protected climes, Oft have its praises sought the sky

At matin and at vesper chimes.

Shrined in all hearts and hallowed there, Though much of the old faith is gone, All sacred as a tokened

gem,

A holy charm around it clings; Since first upon the wandering air As, when the wild-bird's song is done,

Shone the bright star of Bethlehem : Still in our ears the music rings. Fit type of all that's mild or fair, My mother bears that gentle name, And stainless as the blue above;

A sister who is dear to me; Breathed by soft lips in holy prayer, And thou, my daughter! bear'st the same,

And murmured thro' the dream of love. O! bear it ever worthily! September, 1850.

HOWARD CHILTON.

ROUGH SKETCHES OF FEMALE FIGURES.

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TRAVELLING ARTIST.

M A RY

Η Ι Ν C Η Μ Α Ν . .

In her childish days she learned her lessons at school, and obeyed her parents at home; but on the track of her girlhood there stands no monument of shame or beauty. When she parted from her associates at the academy, leaving forever the theatre of her instruction, her teachers commended her good conduct, and her fellow pupils bade her a kindly farewell; but no tears were shed, no bosom friend exchanged with her promises of eternal attachment, and her departure left no “aching void behind.' I am, however, bound to say, that all united in the declaration, that she was a very amiable girl.'

Her features have a correct outline, she has a pleasant smile, and her form is well proportioned. She dresses with care and neatness, she does nothing ungracefully, she never gives offence, she was never addicted to romance, and received her lover with as much equanimity as her washerwoman.

One word as to lovers. Bob Dyckman was a free-hearted, bold, manly fellow, with a good figure, a good disposition, and a good appetite. Without being sentimental or transcendental, he was affectionate; he loved his parents, his family, and his friends, and it so happened that he loved the subject of this sketch. Gay, rollicking fellow that he was, the quiet manner of Mary Hinchman had quite a charm for him ;

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