See this burning village — and the fury depicted on the faces of the braves. I bear the marks of it yet, but I live to bask in the light of sunny eyes to-day.'

'Did they scalp you, Sir?' asked little Frank, with his innocent and admiring eyes upturned.

'But I was intending to show you some drawings that are really worth looking at; very perfect little things, done in water colors. By the way, if the same labor and skill had been exerted in oils, my protegé would have been immortal, instead of depending upon my poor patronage. Poor Wentworth! he has been three years absent, taking sketches for me from actual groups. I do love the bold attitudes of these indomitable lords of the wilds. But, ladies, we are getting too barbarous. Let us return to more civilized life. What will suit your tastes best? I have some fine European views. I can speak for their correctness, from actual observation. Tom, my good lad, that red port-folio. A new and valuable set of Spanish mountain sketches, just received from my promising young friend, Lieutenant Lesler, author of Peak Peerings,' of which work, by the way, I may say I stood sponsor.

Those are French and Italian architectural prints. I can answer for their correctness, from examination. Ha, ha! I criticized so severely the tower you see there, that the grotesque statues have been taken down, the cross elevated, and they have begun to build out a little projection here, to hide the defect. If you could have seen how strangely the workmen looked, suspended in baskets from that immense height.

'There is a drawing I should like your opinion upon an emblematic design of my own- where is it, Tom? Oh! I recollect that it is lying on the table in Congress Library. The artists who met there yesterday, borrowed it, and they talk of doing me the honor of transferring my device to an empty pannel. Beautiful heads those! I have seen many of the admired originals. But have not we had enough of pictures? Could I not persuade one of you ladies to try my new German piano? No? Then I must do myself the honor to touch the keys, that you may judge of the sound. That air is better on the flute. Tom, the flute in the ebony case. Is n't that sweet? but finer still on my musical glasses. You may smile, ladies, but I actually retain all the enthusiasm that was felt for that simple musical instrument when it was first exhibited.'

The soft, sad sounds floated over our heads, and I turned my back on the thick thumbs, that with needlessly flourished circles were bringing them out, to enjoy something so heavenly, but the Major thought proper to add a voice hardly seraph-like enough to harmonize. I could not but express my admiration, for the instrument was new to me. I was met by an offer to impart all his skill to me, if I would only stay a week. He would even send to Baltimore for an instrument for me, as his was the only one in the city.

'It is too solemn for me often. Give me my violin, Tom, or rather my double flageolet. I will do myself the honor to breathe through it one little air that may revive us. My good Tom, just give me my pet little French flageolet now, in that upper drawer of my desk, that

the ladies may see the difference. I do myself and it too much honor, my dear ladies.'

He was interrupted by the entrance of the negro with refreshments—cakes, wine, buffalo tongue, which was duly wondered over and admired. The swart negro entered again, and whispered to his master. Ah! just in time, John Ladies, I have just received a present of champagne from my friend Col. Corkin. Produce it, John, and the ladies will drink his health.'

very fortunate.

The shadows of a November evening had been for some time gathering about us, and except that the grate cast a red glow over the wall, and revealed the wildness of antler, and hoof, and shaggy bear skin, we should have been in darkness. We were taking our leave, as John entered with lights.

'Oh! John, my cat-my good Tom, find my cat!' exclaimed Major Dart. 'I must show Conrad to the ladies. He is a splendid creature a present from the ambassador at Constantinople. I mortally offended Commodore Downes, of the frigate that brought Conrad over, by refusing to part with him.' But the noble Maltese did not love ladies, and scorned a bribe of buffalo-tongue; he scratched Frank, and in escaping from him, sprang upon Miss Elsa. She was in convulsions. Take off the spiteful beast!' she screamed. 'There! see how his great claws are fraying my satin! I never could abide a cat.'

But you might make believe you could,' whispered Alice.

The polite Major looked horror-stricken, and if we had thought it time to go before, we surely did now.

We had hardly risen from the tea-table, when Major Dart appeared once more, bearing, as a farewell gift to Anna and me, two carefully wrapped little parcels. Ladies,' he said, 'will you not just walk to the door, and look at Billy Button? He is a great favorite here, and if you could be induced to stay and honor him, I should be so happy to ride with you to-morrow morning.' 'Oh! Major Dart,' said Alice, 'Billy Button has upset his reputation. No young lady in the city will ride him, since he threw Marion Burke over his head.'

'Ah! dear Miss Alice, I could explain all that to your satisfaction. Billy never would throw you or any body whom he liked. He is a pony of discretion. But just look at him, ladies.' To the door we

went, to see by the lamp-light a diminutive roan, with a white mane. 'Beautiful creature! but where is the Major? I surely thought he was listening.' 'Holding up by a chair in the parlor, watching for our exclamations. It is too cold. Let us go in..

'It is really a beautiful animal, Major Dart, and I should like a trot over the long bridge to-morrow.' 'Miss Alice, Miss Anna, I must exculpate Billy, for he is my favorite, though I have other horses that are safe, and that you might like better; all at your service, ladies. Now what shall I bid upon your stay? Would not a horse-back party to Mount Vernon, and a fresh cedar branch from the tomb of tombs, be some inducement? Miss Jane, you look like the soul of patriotism. But Miss Alice, Miss Anna, let me tell you, Billy Button is in great demand. I have a quire of beautiful pink and blue notes, asking the loan of Billy Button, and it is getting troublesome to him to be so

popular; so I did not desire to condemn his one vigorous effort for more freedom.

'But what have you there, Miss Jane? Shells? How could I forget to ask you to look at my little collection? Apropos, I saw yesterday a beautiful specimen of shell work. Not that I admire that artificial arrangement of shells, but this is fine of its kind. Master Frank, will you speak to my man John? John, take my compliments to Miss Margaret Hill, and request the loan of a box I was admiring there yesterday. Be careful, John. She values it very highly, but I think she will not refuse me. Stay, John, I will mount Billy Button, for I have an engagement. Sorry to leave you, ladies. Heart-broken that we cannot make Washington more pleasant to you. Oh! Miss Anna, and you Miss Jane, remember me, if my little gift prospers. Mrs. Somers, help the young ladies, if you can.' And he bowed and shuffled his way out. A few moments after, the shell box was brought in, and we admired it as much as it deserved, and did not forget to notice the main point, that Major Dart would not have had overlooked, that the admired Miss Margaret Hill yielded her treasures at his slightest wish. Our keepsakes proved nothing more than little withered bulbs, though they were doubtless from Major Dart's horticultural friends in Holland. Mine never made an effort to grow, and Anna Clair says, in a letter some six months afterward, 'Oh! Jane, what flattering words Major Dart used!—and to me particularly, as Alice and you admitted. But.

'Hopes that were angels in their birth

Have perished young, like things of earth.'

My flower proved to be a Narcissus. The giver must have died be fore this of self-adoration.'

A REPLY

TO LINES ADDRESSED TO THE AUTHOR OF THE OAK BY THE WAYSIDE.'

THE time of singing birds hath come, of blossoms, and of leaves,
Of the robin on the green-wood branch, the swallow 'neath the eaves;
The violets by the fountain side, their fragrant odors pour,

And the old elms wave their feathery crests, as lightly as of yore;
The unchained streamlets o'er the hills are leaping bright and free,

And the rush of many a river soundeth onward to the sea;

Here, where thy winds, my early home! breathe coolly o'er my brow,
Rest I once more beneath the oak, and its o'ershadowing bough.

Mirth and the bounding footstep had left the revel hall,
And harp, and song, and ringing cup, the nightly festival;

And quenched on its deserted hearth, was many a household fire,
And sunlight from mine eastern hills, burned high on dome and spire;
The voices of my kindred came whispering to my heart,

And the echoes of mine ancient graves seemed to call me to depart;
Thou, where thou standest, wayside oak, fresh garlanded by spring,
Wert, with thy giant outspread arms, me onward beckoning.

I joy to find thy guarléd limbs in scattered foliage gay;
Thou 'rt hale, old tree! and vigorous still green, 'mid thy decay!
I glory in thy strength, which still defieth bolt and storm,
But I mourn that here, in loneliness, uprears thine aged form.

When from thy forest parent bough, some wild wind sweeping by,
Bade thee shoot forth, strike root, and toss thy branches to the sky,
Whispered it that the severed one for home afar would yearn,
But, like the bird of paradise, might never more return?

Weary within the palaces and halls of grandeur, lies
The heart which to AMBITION itself doth sacrifice;

True, Care doth weave the web o'er all!-it spreadeth wide and far,
O'er the lowly peasant in his dell, the conqueror on his car;
Yet none, not e'en the sternest soul, its griefs alone would bear,
But the sorrows of the mighty, what kindred soul may share?
O sweetly wells the desert fount beneath the palm tree hid,
While lone and lofty mid the sands, uprears the pyramid.

Praised be the philanthropic heart, that throbs to aid its kind --
Praised be the open hand, outspread a brother's wounds to bind ;
Honor to him, whose franchised mind achieveth him a lot,
Beyond the circumscribed domain which bounds his father's cot:
O! save me from that fate- -to live 'unblessing, and unknown,'
And shield me from that loftiness, which dwells alone -- alone!
New-England, June, 1838.

IONE.

THE ATLANTINES: A ROMANCE OF AMERICA.

BY JOHN GALT, ESQ., AUTHOR OF 'ANNALS OF THE PARISH,' 'LAURIE TODD,' ETC.

INSCRIBED TO PHILIP HONE, ESQ., NEW-YORK, AND MY OTHER AMERICAN FRIENDS.

THE brightest tints of many a glowing gleam
Appeared to me in your wild sylvan land;
For that I beckon to a sleepless dream
The sprites that wait on the poetic wand.
Methought I there could, without fancy, trace
The old memorials of a perish'd race,
The former fathers of the firm and bland;
And there the grave of some great overthrow,
Whose moulder'd epitaph still seem'd to tell
Of men who slumber with their arts below,
Like Egypt's sires that with oblivion dwell.
To these, when sleep at midnight wing'd away,
Pale memory pointed with her lunar ray,
And bade me thus to you the phatasma display.

Greenock, 1837.

PREFACE.

It is not, however, so much the domiciliation of the incidents of this romance, nor the remembrance of much kindness, that induces me to wish it may be published in America, and become honored there with some degree of favor, as because it affords me an opportunity ⚫ to direct attention to a subject more important than any theme of poetry, and which I have long deemed worthy of the gravest con-. sideration.

Many years ago, in a conversation with my old friend, President West, of the Royal Academy, he mentioned an interesting circumstance connected with the Independence of the United States, which I will here repeat.

Mr. Jacob Duchey was celebrated throughout the whole of the British provinces in America, as a most pathetic and persuasive preacher. The publicity of his character in the world was, however, chiefly owing to a letter which he addressed to WASHINGTON, BOON

after the appointment of that chief to the command of the army. The purport of this letter was, to persuade the general to go over to the British cause. It was carried to him by a Mrs. Ferguson, a daughter of one Dr. Graham, a Scottish physician in Philadelphia. Washington at that time lay at Valley Forge, and this lady, on the pretext of paying him a visit, as they were previously acquainted, went to the camp. The general received her in his tent, with much respect, for he greatly admired the masculine vigor of her mind.

When she had delivered the letter, he read it attentively, and rising from his seat, walked backward and forward upward of an hour, without speaking. He appeared to be much agitated during the greatest part of the time; but at length, having decided with himself, he stopped, and addressed her in nearly the following words:

'Madam, I have always esteemed your character and endowments : and I am fully sensible of the noble principles by which you are actuated on this occasion; nor has any man in the whole continent more confidence in the integrity of his friend, than I have in the honor of Mr. Duchey. But I am here entrusted by the people of America with sovereign authority. They have placed their lives and fortunes at my disposal, believing me to be an honest man. Were I therefore to desert their cause, and consign them again to the British, what would be the consequence? To myself perpetual infamy, and to them endless calamity. The seeds of everlasting division are sown between the two countries. And, were the British again to become our masters, they would have to maintain their dominion by force, and would after all retain us in subjection only as they would hold their bayonets to our breasts. No, madam; the proposal of Mr. Duchey, though conceived with the best intention, is not framed in wisdom. America and England must be separate states; but they may have common interests, for they are BUT ONE PEOPLE. It will therefore be the object of my life and ambition, to establish the independence of America in the first place; and in the second, to arrange such a community of interests between the two nations, as shall indemnify them for the calamities which they now suffer, and form a new era in the history of nations.'

This declaration made on me a lasting impression. I well remember when on the first occasion I landed at New-York, the kind of convulsive emotion with which I heard, on every side, that the parent language of the country was English. It affected me with a kind of painful surprise, although I well knew I was to hear no other; and from that evening, the words of Washington took enfeoffment of my mind. Often and often did I think in America of what ways the notion of the general could be reduced into the form of a compact, and I think so still; but I am too little of a politician to say how the desideratum may be attained. Nevertheless, one of the objects of the publication is, to suggest the consideration of the measure to the benevoent and the enlightened. To what influence, indeed, might not the great free nations aspire, over 'the nations not so blest,' were they bound together by a fellowship such as the EMANCIPATOR OF THE WEST' contemplated!

17th March, 1838.

J. G.