his friend had experienced many months since, a clerk in a bankreverses of fortune. ing-house at Amsterdam.' 'I was,' said he, 'at one time Stendhal lost not a moment in extremely rich; severe losses re-proceeding thither and presented duced me to a competency, and I himself to the astonished George. was deprived of that by the dishonesty of a friend whom I loved, and in whom I placed implicit confidence.' 'Come,' cried he, 'come my dear son, make us all happy, by receiving the hand of Leocadie. Ah! never yet did the most splendid achievements of an ancestor confer upon his descendant greater And now?' said Stendhal, in a tone of anxious inquiry'Why now, thanks be to Heav-lustre than your high-minded proen, and to the honest est man I bity will bestow upon yours!' have ever known, I have recovered my last loss.' 'How so? 'The son of a man who robbed me, came unexpectedly in possession of a very considerable property, and the first use he made of it was to pay every shilling that his father owed.' 'What a worthy fellow!' FOR THE BOWER OF TASTE. NATIVE SKETCHES, NO, IV. (Concluded.) THE sudden appearance and exit, of a being so mysterious, could not but give a shock to the stoutest nerves; and without waiting to inquire into the causes, the two 'Ah! you would say so if you knew all. The father, who was uni-lovers, fled from the spot homeversally believed to be very rich,had taken up money wherever he could and the amount of what he owed was within a few hundreds of the sum his son inherited. The young man did not hesitate; he paid to the last farthing of his unworthy father's debts. As none of us had the smallest claim upon him, we felt it our duty to offer to give up a part; but he would not hear of it.' That was right; I like his spirit; and yet, poor fellow, it was hard for him too, to have only a few hundreds left.' . 'Nay, he has not even that.' 'What do you mean?' Why, he has assigned the interest of it as a pension to the mother of a gens-d' armes whom his father shot.' "Tis he!-By Heaven, it is St. Aubin!-It must be he!' 'It is, indeed: but how did you become acquainted with him?" 'Never mind that now, but tell ane instantly where he is.' 'He is, or at least he was two ward. After bidding George good night, Mary closed the door of the house, and immediately repaired to the sleeping chamber usually occupied by herself and Mima. But Mima was yet absent. This circumstance did not so much alarm at first, because it was not unusual for her to remain from home until a much later hour. She therefore retired to rest. Sleep was a long time a stranger to her eyelids. The apparation, or whatever it might have been that she had seen, was continually floating before her imagination, and although she had never been taught to believe in supernatural appear ances, yet in spite of her endeavours to divest her mind of superstitious feeling, they continued to cling to her, and a fearful shudder crept through her veins, at the slightest noise or rustling. At length nature overpowered by fatigue demanded repose, and she gradually sunk into disturbed slumbers. Dreams of a dire cha racter, haunted her imagination. by the sound of a single footstep. She wandered alone on a waste The moon which was fast apdesolate track, over the tombs of proaching the horizon, was obthe dead, yawning graves, and dry scured by black clouds that were human bones that lay heaped one slowly rising towards the zenith upon another. No beautiful moon of the heavens. Thunder rolled lit up the dreary scenery, but all heavily at a distance, and an ocaround was deserted, dull and casional flash of lightning glimcomfortless. The sky wore an mered far off towards the west, unnatural aspect, and the broken serving to make the gloom more clouds lay moveless in the heaven, visible. Mary still pursued her like slabs of ruined marble. Chil- way through the avenues that lead ling winds sighed and moaned towards the burying ground with along the graves,like voices of com- a celerity scarcely imaginable. plaining spirits, and all the func- When she had arrived at the tions of nature seemed to have entrance, she paused. It was a been perverted. The scene moment in which every appalling changed, she again sat on the image that an excited imagination stone that covered the entrance to is capable of forming, floated bethe tomb on Copp's Hill, and the fore her mind and vision. Howfigure that she had beheld in her ever, she held good the resolution waking hours stood before her she had made, and tremblingly admuffled as before, and motionless vanced to the tomb which was sitas a statue. Soon a strong gust uated near the centre of the buof wind that almost uptore the rial place. The darkness was tombs with its fury, swept such that objects of the greatest past, and the mantle dropped, magnitude were scarce discernible, disclosing a human skeleton. The except by the most intense scruwinds moaned through the chalky tiny. She glanced a piercing view bones, the joints creaked harshly, around her, but at first, could disthen reeling a moment,it separated cern nothing distinctly. At length and fell to the earth, and a blue her eyes rested on an object that flame issued from the spot, loud seemed half concealed in a sunken thunder rattled through the dis- grave and the other half lying eased atmosphere, and the sky above the surface, she approached seemed falling to ruin. She awoke neater, and felt along the ground with feelings better imagined than with her hands, to ascertain what described; Mima had not yet re- it might be. She recoiled, at the turned. A thought cross + wer instant a gleam of lightning flashmind more sudden tha ue light-ed across the heavens, and fell ning's flash, and she resolved to brightly on the pale, distorted feavisit Copp's Hill immediately, al-tures of Mima!-she was dead. though it was now the dead hour Mary could no longer sustain her of night. It is said that the cou-sinking heart, she reeled backrage of women is the result of wards and fell, but was caught in desperation, and thus was it with the arms of George, who had been Mary; she rushed into the street strongly excited by curiosity to utterly reckless of what might be revisit the place, and search for the event, and bent her steps to- the mysterious being that had apwards Copp's Hill. The inhabi-peared to them but a few hours tants of the town had long since previous, and had arrived in time sunk to rest, and a dreary solitude to restore her fainting spirits, but reigned in all the streets, unbroken without a suspicion of finding her. On the following morning the desire of your heart in this azure corpse of Mima was removed to calix. Do you not suppose that her own dwelling, and the day suc- its simple form is becoming? It ceeding followed to the grave by needs not a fragrancy, even as a George and Mary. There were a pure sensation needs not many thousand conjectures and surmises words to express it.' But where respecting the causes of her death, did this tender flower obtain this but no satisfactory opinion was affectionate name?" asked Adeever advanced. The appropria-laide. The mother replied: You tion of the remnants she purchas- are sensible, my beloved, that naed has always remained a mystery,ture is as the parent of mankind. and has not ceased to be a topic of conversation among the elder gossips of the city to this day. Not many months after the decease of Mima the marriage ceremony of George and Mary was performed, from one of whose children, now a grey-headed man, was obtained a recital of the foregoing occurrences. EDWIN. THE FORGET-ME-NOT. [Translated from the German.] A PARABLE. She bestows beauty on all whom she loves, and virtue and truth upon those who seek and wish to obtain them. Therefore must man possess it, and know it of himself, before he can comprehend the picture with which nature presents him. She gives him but the smile; the reality he must possess himself.' Hereupon the mother produced a small portrait, and inquired of her daughter, 'Do you know this likeness?— Ah, why should I not?' answered she; it is indeed my father, A MOTHER sat with Adelaide, her who is now upon a journey! Oh! first-born lovely and interesting how beautiful! I behold him smile, daughter, upon a hill, which was I hear him read.'--I also, Adebounded by the peaceful valley in laide,' said the mother, with inwhich they resided. At the foot ternal emotion. 'But would it of the hillock flowed a crystal afford an equal interest, did we streamlet, whose banks were not cherish him in our hearts? decked with flowers and a lovely Even were the resemblance more verdure. Here sat the fond mo- strikingly beautiful, we would ther, lost in sweet sensation, and neither see his smile, nor hear his in contemplating the past. In the voice. You would not view it, mean time, the maiden skipped to and exclaim, it is my father! Bethe bank of the rivulet, and, col- hold, Adelaide, when I was but a lecting a bunch of forget-me-nots, maiden like yourself, and your fasmilingly presented them to her ther yet lived beyond the stream, mother, and innocently inquired, he came here, and we loved. Why has this flower received its When he left us, I accompanied well known title?'- You are sen-him to this rivulet, and before we sible,' said the indulgent mother, 'what the desire, forget me not, means, and what it would express. When you pronounce it, the word of your heart floats in the breath of your lips, and a sound is the token of your feeling. If, however, you present this flower with the same wish, then blooms the parted, he brought me a flower, gave it me, and said, in a soft and tender voice, Lina, forget me not.' Since then this simple flower has ever repeated to me the friendly declaration.'Adelaide looked upon the offering and said, 'Did it then obtain its expressive name?--Surely not,' the likeness-for the original is engraven on my heart.' The mother replied: Learn thereby the moral of the flower, from the lips of your mother.' N. Y. Mir. FOR THE BOWER OF TASTE. God.' ESSAY. returned the mother; but in this manner did it first acquire it, and its truth and virtue remain ever young and new. At that time did I discover the true sense and signification of the name; for that which we do not comprehend with the heart, we cannot understand. I loved your father; he was a noble youth! Even this was the 'We look through Nature up to Nature's token of my love, and such will it ever remain.'' But, my dear SHOULD we discuss the cause of mother,' said Adelaide, 'how is life, or advert to the various theothis flower a token of love? has it ries by which physiologists have aught in its form, why it should attempted its solution, we should be therein comprised?' That necessarily enter a wide field of also, my beloved child, you will inquiry, which might exhaust the discover,' answered the mother, patience without affording satis'when once you become more faction to curiosity. Life is a fully acquainted with your own mode of existence so simple that it heart. It watches and blooms in cannot be explained on any known simple modesty and in friendly principle, every attempt to desinnocence; and therein love also cribe life, must terminate only in permits itself to be known. A illustrations of its various phenotempestuous noise and passion mena; in contemplating the obrages not within. Oh, Adelaide, jects that surround us, and with it is a false love, which is not which we form a connected whole worth the name! And behold,' in the chain of Nature, we find continued the mother, 'the flower that nothing on this globe is stawatches and blooms on the clear tionary-nothing is at rest-all rivulet which flows through our is action and reaction from man, valley. Love dwells in pure and the chief work of organization to innocent hearts; but it also em- the lowest mineral. The formabellishes and ennobles life, even tion of bodies proceeds by insenas the flower embellishes the play-sible degrees-particle, by partiful waters of the stream. In this cle, is added or assimilated to the manner love exalts life; and there- substance of its individual species, fore are our homes happy and till Nature from her thick, imtranquil while it dwells therein. pervious veil, presents to the view And now, Adelaide, behold the of admiration the beauteous crysbeautiful hue of that simple flow-tal-the fruitful plant-and the er! it is the hue of heaven. wonder, Man! arrived at a point Love is likewise a heavenly plant, of completion, her steps are all produced from celestial seed and retraced.--Solution follows on celestial blossoms.' Thus spoke solution, till by the resistless force the mother.-Hereupon, with a of her chemic power, the work gracious smile, she presented a and its form are lost in that vast flower to her daughter, and said: fluid, that fills all space, and You also, Adelaide, my beloved which actuates all substance.child, forget me not! Adelaide, Thus is matter continually changhowever, humbled herself before ing from simple to compound, unher mother and answered: 'I need til it is again reconverted into its not the flower, dear mother-nor original principle. VOL. I. 32 Since then, these speculations are of little or no practical utility, let us only consider man as he isthe nature of whose being wil ever furnish subjects of interest important to philosophy and rules of obligation essential to morality. Let us raise our eyes with admira tion to that -Central sphere, with such a character. Another may be very brave, and yet be no gentleman-but no man can be a gentleman without being brave. And so with regard to all good attributes. A perfect gentleman must combine all the good qualities of mind and matter, and must, moreover have these qualities developed by judicious education and Which guides a comet while it moulds a proper associates. Is it any won der, then, that a finished gentleman is so rare a sight? Is it very probable that such a character can be formed by all the books in the world?-N. Y. Courier. CONFESSIONS OF AN LONDON, 1828.-Reprinted, New- GENTILITY. SOCIETY, not books, must teach a man good manners and agreeable deportment. He may study himseif bind, over directions how to behave, and then make a fool of himself in company. If a lady drops her recticule, he must stop to consuit his oracle whether he is to pick it up with the tongs, or with his hand. If he is at dinner, he must ask his book whether he-no, the society, of gentle spinsters, is to throw the chicken-bones under the table, or leave them on his plate. Of all unfortunate people, those are most to be pitied who aspire to gentility, when nature and circumstances have put an eternal bar between them and their object. to suppose that one of their number is the authoress. The title is an imposition. We are ready to make affidavit that the author is a surly old bachelor, 'with a decreasing leg and an increasing waiscoat. It is a moral impossibility that any woman could write so flat a novel. But what is gentility? Turn over to your dictionary, reader, But if a real, bona-fide old maid and you will find a definition would only write her confessions, which, though no definition at all, how the book would sell! How the is as good as any that have been fair promulagator would be abducgiven by writers on the sub-ed--how the newspapers would ject. One may be a very honest teem with renunciations of oldman, and yet be no gentleman-maiden-ship-what a noise it would but no one can be a real gentie- make in the West! man without being an honest man; The confessions of an old maid! honor and honesty are synonymous And what would old maids have to |