for the Spaniard, and felt under obligations to the Indians

he let it pass.

The company returned to their homes, Edwin and Marian were next day united, and both lived to a happy old age. They both slumber somewhere about here, no one knows where, but it is said by the superstitious, even now, that sometimes on beautiful moonlight nights they are seen walking hand in hand on yonder hill, as smiling and as lovely as they were on their nuptial night—and the vulgar say that sometimes the same Spanish built vessel can be seen on fire at the distance, and that nothing will ease the troubled and wandering spirits of the pirates, unless public opinion will agree in the fact that those old wood houses just below us shall be torn down, and genteel buildings erected in their places. They are willing to spare the old stone house as it was the governor's, but threaten (if they can steal any fire from their "prison house,") to return the compliment our worthy forefathers bestowed upon their vessel, by burning every one of these little black wooden buildings." Here Granville ceased, and I thought I could discover something like a smile upon his lip. I wonder if all he told me was true?

FROM MY SCRAP BOOK.

'Twas a scene on which Gabriel look'd down with delight,
As his white pinions caught the first blushes of light;
And the sweet prayer of morning rose up to the skies,
While the splendor-rob'd choirs were hush'd in surprise.
I shall never forget that bright picture; the scene
Was too lovely for pencil! The dew spangled green;
The low murmuring brook; the sweet matin of birds;
The sheepfold bell tinkling; the soft lowing of herds;
The young breath of morning awakening the trees;
The blue violet throwing perfume on the breeze;
All, all stole o'er my senses;-I knelt on the sod,
And our praises with Nature's ascended to GOD.

[From an unpublished Poem.

THE east was streaked beautifully bright with sapphire and purple; the gates of morning were being unbarred, and the monarch of day preparing for his circuit, when the little party of which I constituted a member, came in sight of the spot selected for a Camp-meeting. Hundreds of tents were pitched in different quarters of the vast area; and almost as many vehicles were strown through the surrounding forest. The scene was altogether novel and startling to me; I had visited the place from mere motives of curiosity, but such a feeling—such an indescribable emotion took possession of my soul when it first opened upon my eye, that I determined to enjoy the impression alone. I dismounted from my horse, tied him in the woods, and telling my friends I would soon follow, struck through the forest alone. The

scene was one well calculated to make an impression upon a heart like my own. I was of that age when the breast scarcely heaves with a sigh, or the cheek is stained with a tear-when the flowers bloom more invitingly to the touch; and the clear cool brook, as it murmurs over its pebbly bed, seems to woo the pilgrim of romance to its bosom-that age when the skies wear a softer blue, and the calm starlight conveys a pleasing melancholy and throws a delightful calm over the then imaginary ills of the heart: that age when the eye is undimmed with midnight watchings, and the lip unpolluted with profanations: that age when unlearned in the chicanery of earth, we imagine man the godlike creature he seems to be. In short it was in the spring-time of life; when the young imagination gives even

"To airy nothing a local habitation

And a name."

And those who like me have careered amid buds and blossoms, know how to appreciate the childish, yet happy exuberance of mind, which delights in the humblest flower that opens its petals to the dew-drop and sun-beam. I wandered on through the umbrageous forest now thickening into almost impervious gloom, and again presenting fissures through which sweet daylight forced its straggling glow. Occasionally I could catch glimpses of the distant farm-houses; hear the plaintive bleating of the sheep, interspersed with the musical tinkling of a bell; the lowing of cattle; the hubbub of

"The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool,"

and the neighing of horses as they eagerly snuffed up the breeze. The "cock's shrill clarion" minged with the "echo

FROM MY SCRAP BOOK.

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ing horn," not of the jovial huntsman, but whose summons smote the ear of the tardy, announcing that the hour for sunrise devotions had arrived. And never was a lovelier day ushered in upon the world. Every blade of untrod grass glowed with light; and a thousand forest-born choristers poured forth their matin song. I made my way to the stand where the venerable man of God was pouring forth a prayer, as warm-as fervent-as ardent-as eloquent-as ever arose from the soul of devotion to lips of inspiration. I involuntarily knelt, and in that delightful hour while nature mingled her unassuming worship with man's, I wept; and the teardrops that fell on that consecrated sod, were the sweetest and purest I ever had shed. I was enchained to the spot; some irresistible power seemed to link me to the place, and though my object in visiting the encampment was not "to scoff." I was one amongst those who "remained to pray." Since that bright and beautiful morning, many have been the "moving accidents by field and flood," I have had to encounter. Oft have I tossed upon the sleep-refusing pillow, and the tortured and burning forehead has called repeatedly to the raging fever to "give its fury o'er." Time, "the consoler" has wrung and then dried the tears of many a regret. Hopes, ardent as the dreams of the east, have been cruelly dissolved; and the billows of life's fickle ocean have buffetted me upon their bosom, till sick of earth, I have wished for the peaceful and powerful grave. Yet that morning—that scenery—that Camp-meeting-that prayer—all, all blended into one beautiful iris form an halo around the green fields of memory that no sorrow can dispel, no weepings dim. I would not give that pure thrill which played along the spirit's lyre, waking responsive music from the soul, nay, not even the sweet remembrance of those blended beauties, for the brightest_gem in the Coronet of the East.