THE RICHMOND COUNTY MIRROR: A WEEKLY PAPER PRINTED ON STATEN ISLAND, DEVOTED TO SCIENCE, LITERATURE, & NEWS. THREE DOLLARS PER ANNUM. SELECT TALES. THE BRIDAL OF BORTHWICK. "Dear, leave the world and come with me, Lady Jemima de BotHWICK was not more remarka- length burst from the side of the old woman, and, run-ed no claims of birth-right or citizenship within the ing community without their special utility at a time and in a country where regular merchants were not to be met with save in the towns and cities; for, though notoriously given to petty plunder, and, consequently, under particular surveillance, they atoned for this, in a measure, by acting as tinkers, and carrying about articles of crockery, selling gewgaws and finery to the swain, wherewith to woo and win the affections of his rustic Dulcinea, or peradventure, making to many the present time happy, by prophesying most lustily of future hap Now, however little it might be suspected by the noEvery half-hour a message was sent up to the warden ble family of Borthwick at the time, a female of this to learn if any one was seen returning from the hills tribe, and none other, was the kidnapper of the fair litwith happy tidings; but noon matured into afternoon, tle Lilian. Having been perambulating the country in and afternoon waned into evening; in purple and gold quest of customers for her small wares, she chanced to the sun was descending behind the summits of the wes- be resting on a large stone under a chestnut-tree by the tern Pentlandt, and the bat was already abroad, flap-way-side, when the child, only three years old, came totping his leathern wings, ere, one after another, dropped tering out, in her glee, from the gate of the orchard.— in jaded steed or man, without having gained trace or Such a prize had never before awakened the pilfering intelligence of the lost child. propensities of the gipsy-woman, the child being wrapt This was a grievous calamity for the house of Borth-up in a scarlet mantle, lined with costly furs, and prowick; and they judge harshly of its lady who suppose fusely covered with gold embroidery. At the time of our little narrative, Lord de Borthwick that under the dazzling and proud exterior dwelt none was abroad at the court of France, at the head of an of the natural affections peculiar to a mother. The opembassy from Holyrood; and his lady kept herself almost shut up in the walls of the castle, one of the most posite may be assevered to have been the fact, far the distraction of her mind amounted almost to insanity; splendid and redoubtable structures of the kind in all the regards which she had been accustomed to withhold Scotland, whether considered as a place of residence or from the great mass of society finding almost their only defence; though the value of a home, in those troubled outlet in maternal tenderness. Day after day passed times was estimated less by its comfort than its securi- on, and day after day search was repeated in vain. Rety. Human foresight, however, is frail; for, notwith-wards were offered, but no one came forward to claim standing the castle's being almost surrounded by a riv-them; and when Lord de Borthwick returned from ulet named the Gore, denying access save by a perron abroad, he found his fair little Lilian vanished, no one of stone, raised to the height of the first story, and com- knew where, and his lady with the whole household, in municating thence by a drawbridge, with the gate of the tower, it did not prevent the very simple accident which is the dasis of the following little tale. Not only was the old family nurse prohibited from carrying the children beyond the grounds in the immediate neighborhood of the castle, but they were never, on any account, permitted to go out without any attendance. It chanced, however, that the orchard gate had been one day left open; and while the nurse, seated in the shade of a large cherry-tree, was amusing Margery, the eldest daughter, with some verses of an old song as she plied her needlework, Lilian, the younger of the two, in her frolicsome chase of a butterfly, made her way out at it. The day was fine, and the air all musical with birds. The nurse sang, and the young lady listened; but when Lilian was missed and called for, Lilian was nowhere to be found. Conscious of her lady's impetuous temper, and terrified for the consequences of her indiscretion, the old nurse lost the only chance of regaining her strayed charge by not making the affair known, and calling in the domestics to her assistance. Two hours were suffered to elapse in fruitless search; the gardens-the shrubbery—the parks-nay, even the apartments of the castle itself had, all to no purpose, been gone through, ere, approaching the focus of their dismay, Margery at mourning. As if it were a bird drawn by fascination into the jaws of the snake, the heedless child made directly towards the spot where the woman sat. No one seemed to follow; and, gazing with a quick, heedful glance around, she perceived that no one was near; so thoughtless of consequences, and without having time to reflect further than that a prize was in her power if she chose to take advantage of her good fortune, she snatched up the little creature in her arms, enveloped her in her ample cloak, and away she went as fast as she could fly with her burthen to the nearest covert of the forest. No doubt aware that the child was a scion of the proud tree of Borthwick, and that its abstraction might Year after year passed away, and Lilian de Borth- draw down, not only destruction on her own head, but wick was as one who had never been, except in the un-involve the destinies of her whole tribe, it is scarcely to satisfied recollection of her parents. It was concluded be supposed that the gipsy had any other object in view either that she had wandered into the woods, and, los- than to possess herself of the child's mantle. So, afing herself in their recesses, had perished of hunger, or ter hurrying on for some little distance into the woods, that she had fallen into some of the streams in attempt- yet not farther than that Lilian, if brought to the maring to find her way back to the castle. It was long af- gin, might regain her way home, she endeavored to unterward discovered, however, that the truth of the story do the clasps which fastened the mantle, but, after reran in neither of these channels. peated trials, found her efforts unavailing. It was only now that darker purposes flashed athwart the mind of the Egyytian; and, taking out a large knife from her pocket, she threatened instantly to embrue her hands in the blood of the poor child if she did not promise to remain quiet. II. Though the time when the gipsies, or the wandering Egyptians, first appeared in Scotland, be not exactly ascertained, the earliest authenticated notice of them hitherto met with, is in a letter of James the Fourth to the king of Denmark, soliciting the extension of his royal uncle's munificence to a party of them who were travelling back to their native country on the banks of the Nile. She tried and tried in vain, for numerous clasps were secure in a way she knew not how to unrivet, and, her eastern nature enkindling to a degree of rage, while muttering some dark mysterious curses, she almost reAt the period of our narrative, they had multiplied to solved on taking the life of the innocent; for the fasta considerable extent, and over-run in an especial man-enings could not be cut asunder without materially dener the districts in the south-east of Scotland, having at teriorating from the value of the prize. But even in the Kirkyetholm, in Roxburgh-shire-a village embosomed darkest and most malignant heart there are some nooks among the Cheviot-hills-a kind of general rendezvous. accessible to the touches of nature-some kindly speck This place the vagrant tribe considered as their head-in the blasted wilderness of the human bosom, with its quarters; and, better to bring a people who acknowledg-singing-bird, and its spring, and its palm-tree; so, when Lilian cast up her bright blue eye, craving the mercy and compassion of the savage, the hard knots of her swarthy brow relaxed; the scintillations of her dark and flashing eyes abated; and, threatening the child on the peril of its life to make any out-cry, she snatched her up again into her arms, and pursued her way to the hills through the by-paths of the forest. III. The summer sun was now high in heaven, and the gipsy was far on the road towards Kelso, although she kept carefully aloof from observation by threading many a "bosky bourn and busky dell;" now making directly to some mountainous point among the Lammer-muir hills, and now winding circuitously around the far scattered farmsteads. Often from the top of rising grounds did she stop to listen, and to look back in the direction of Borthwick Castle; but neither sight nor sound conveyed to her a token of alarm or pursuit. Weary and worn out with her burden and her hurried journey, she came to a rivulet which gurgled pleasantly under some ash-trees, and here, seeing no trace of human habitation nearer than a village some two miles distant, she laid down Lilian that she might wash and refresh herself. families of Scroope, Howard and Fercy. taking the management of his extensive estates; and it Whatever might have been the cause--and probably was on this occasion that, one evening after the winethis was the true one-the asylum of Lilian never was cup had circulated freely, the old lord, in recalling eardiscovered, and she was suffered to grow up in the se-ly times, spoke of his early intimacy with the deceased clusion of the cloister, like a violet in the shade. All the Sir Hugh Seaton, and of many extraordinary rencounknowledge and learning of the times were, however, du-ters which had mishapped between them. Among othly propounded to her; for the Abbess, to her credit beer things, he spoke of a famous deer-chase, in which it spoken, took a pride in her young charge, who, when several riders and a number of horses lost their lives, she had attained her fifteenth year, was a perfect model and when, after all the dogs were done up, Sir Hugh of feminine beauty. held the buck by the antlers till he himself despatched him with the whinyard. "But, my dear young friend," he said, "there is a story that, above all, concerns you. Perhaps you may not be aware of the paction entered into, on our words of honor, that our families should be united, provided the one should possess a son, and the other a daugh To her external loveliness she added the endearing out an opportunity of exchanging a word with the beau- About this time, Sir David Seaton, a young and valiant knight, arrived from East Lothian on some matter of business, and in his conversations with the lady Abbess in the guest-hall, was smitten with the loveliness of the fair foundling, who sat at work in one of the window niches. The severe rules of the place forbade Fatigue, terror and anxiety had so overcome the gen- any formal introduction, and courtesy prevented his tle child that in a little while she fell into a sound sleep, making those approaches which his affection so eagerfrom which she did not waken as the Egyptian convey-ly dictated to him; and Sir David Seaton departed withed her to the screen of a blackberry bush; for the sun was fierce and scorching, and there was not a cloud on the face of the blue sky. Scarcely had she done this, when her car was suddenly alarmed by the trampling of horses, and, climbing a little way up one of the trees, she perceived a party ascending the nearest brae.What could she do? To alarm the child was now too late, for in awakening it suddenly it was most likely a sense of its situation might cause it to scream, and so bring the horsemen directly upon her. To escape from the copse was also impossible; and she immediately found that she had nothing for it but to provide for her own safety by creeping into a large hole in a sand-bank half hidden by the tangled branches of the sloe and the bramble. But the genius of true love is fruitful in inventions; and the business of the young knight's mission, it was soon found, could not be settled at a single interview; so, in a short time, without more leave-asking than a beneficent glance from the bright blue eyes of Lilian, he ventured on breaking the ice of restraint between them. Circumstances paved the way for one another, subject introduced subject, and interview led to interview. Still, it may be sworn, that even the unworldly abbess herself began to suspect that mettle more attractive than the mere settlement of some trifling difference concern|ing the feu-tenure of some church lands led the young scion of Seaton such a frequent dance, though scarcely could she allow herself to suppose that the heir of an ancient and powerful family could honorably fix his affections upon a foundling who had no escutcheon of nobility to boast of, save that of nature in her fair face and fame. In this, however, she mistook; for not only had Sir David Seaton placed his affections on the lovely, homeless Lilian, but he had secretly vowed within his own soul, in the fervor of youthful passion, that none other than she should share his house and heart. But a tre Scarcely had she got securely into her hiding place when the riders approached. It was, however, none of the scouting parties of Lady de Borthwick, but the Lady Abbess of Coldinghame, who had been across the Frith of Forth, conducting some sacerdotal business at Dumfesmline, and was now on her homeward route, attended by three of the lay-brothers of the convent. Engaged in conversation, they had almost passed the copse when one of the train, beholding the scarlet tinge of the child's mantle under one of the bushes, reined up his horse, made a signal for the party to halt, and, dis-mendous barrier opposed itself between them; for how mounting, found little Lilian fast asleep. As no one was to be seen around, the abbess commanded the child to be carried forward along with them, promising that it should be carefully attended to until such traces might be discovered of its parentage as might lead to its restoration. was he to obtain the consent of his family and relations, The jealousy of the lady abbess, kindled but too late, It may easily be supposed what effect this disclosure had on the heart of the young knight, for never, until that moment, had he been aware of the existence of such an agreement; and he knew too well the character of old Lord de Borthwick to conceive him capable of jesting on such a subject. He was completely overtaken unawares, and at a loss what to think; for, however rash he might deem his parent for having become a party to such an unnatural agreement, yet did he hold his memory in such reverence as to reckon any act of disobedience on his own part not only unallowable, but sacrilegeous. Then rose the form of fair Lilian to the eye of his mind; and he was tossed in a sea of troubles.Could he think of abandoning one so beautiful in heart and form, whose affections he had wooed and won; and who was willing to leave all and follow his fortunes. He wist not what to think, for well he knew that, backed by the whole host of his relations, Lord de Borthwick would call upon him to redeem the pledge which had been so sacredly given. So when, next morning, he bade farewell to the party of the old baron, at the gate facing towards his town of Ormiston, he shook him cordially by the band, saying, "Would to heaven your discovery of yesterday had been made to me somewhat earlier, my lord; nevertheless, I shall endeavor in all things to conduct myself as becometh a real and spotless knight; and, as in every thing I have ever been solicitous to follow the dictations of him who hath gone to a better world, so far as honorably in me lies, his will in this matter shall not be forgotten." Chafed in mind and depressed in spirit, unable to reconcile this contest between honor and duty that now followed, it is easier to imagine than describe the state into which the gallant young knight was thrown. A few restless days and almost phrensied nights passed, and, driven to the verge of despair, he at length resolved to unbosom himself to Lilian, and abide by her decision, whatever that might be. On one hand, he was called on to ratify the paction of a father whom he tenderly loved in life-whose memory he revered and whose wishes commanded his most imScotland was at that remote period divided into a great plicit regard; but, to verify the old adage about "the many almost distinct compartments, from the pernicious course of true love," &c. these wishes could not be fulprevalence of the feudal system,- —a system which renfilled without doing violence to his most deeply-cherished dered proximity of lordship an almost certain plea for feelings, and injustice to her who had exchanged vows turbulence and discord, hostile aggression, and hostile of mutual affection, and whose loveliness and virtue tenretaliation. On these accounts, there was little comded so greatly to enhance the magnitude of the sacrifice. merce or communication between the baronies of BorthWhile the young knight and the fair Lilian were thus No sooner, however, was the noble-hearted Lilian wick and Consland and those lying farther south; the basking in the secret sunshine of their loves, it so hap-made aware of what had been disclosed, than she herodistricts skirting the sea having a more natural commu-pened that the Baron of Borthwick took up his abode ically forestalled him in his application; and, whatever nication with the populous coast of Fifeshire; while the at Winton House for a few days. Here he was nobly the resolution might have cost her, she bore up against border counties formed a link of union among them-feasted and entertained by his host, who, having been the threatened troubles, and suffered not her sorrows to selves to make incursions into the northern part of left in early minority by the death of his father, had appear. She wrote to him a long epistle, conjuring him England or resist the predatory attacks of the powerful now attained to an age when he was deemed capable of by the sincerity of the love he had once professed, to che IV. rish hope no longer-to forget that such a being as herself existed, and faithfully to obey the sacred duty that he owed to the memory of his beloved parent. in which, according to the fashion of the times, the more substantial viands were mingled with rich wines, delicious fruits, confectionaries, and the lighter articles of fare; and remained at board till near mid-day, the appointed hour of the marriage-ceremony, which was to be performed in the chapel of the castle by the holy abbot of Seaton, who had accompanied his young relative and patron. "In me," she added, "you might have found a humble follower of your fortunes, but not such a wife as the high blood of Seaton calls for, and your merits claim.Think not of it-think not of me one moment longer. Unless you consider my nature to be as base as my origin is obscure-unless you wish me to believe that Sir Attended by the ladies of the party, Lady de BorthDavid Seaton can prefer his own selfish gratification to wick had previously to this retired, to observe that every the high and holy commands ratified by the honor of a thing had been fittingly ordered, and to exhibit her parent, and entailed upon him as a sacred duty to obey, magnificent arrangements. The admiration of all was, you will see me no longer, nor venture to delude my ear however, particularly elicited on surveying the decoraor your own heart with vain sophisms. The die is cast. tions and furniture of the bridal chamber. The walls Farewell for ever! let our next meeting be in heaven.—were gorgeously covered with the finest arras tapestry, While I live, my fervent prayers for your welfare and happiness shall daily ascend; and when I die, 1 shall— it is the only earthly recsmpense that I demand-I shall expect that you will shed a single tear into my closing grave. and the floors were carpeted with stuffs of the most superb manufacture. Censers, full of the most rare exotics, distributed their incense around; and the hangings of the couch were purple satin, looped up with tasselage of gold. In short, nothing could be added, even in fan"For the last time, farewell, farewell! and remember cy, to the superb magnificence of the place, which rethis, that had you not been true to the injunctions of sembled more the enchanted bower of an oriental tale your father, you never could have been true to me.- than a habitation destined to be occupied by two beings Should you consider my poor loss at all a sacrifice, con- inhaling the breath of frail mortality. So the maidens sole yourself with the truth that filial piety demanded it. and waiting-women who stood lining the passages as Secure from the tumults of the vain world, my days-old Lady Jemima and her train passed along, expecting may they be few!—will glide over in peace, and, from thoughts dedicated to Heaven, the only earthly claim will be that Sir David Seaton and the wife of his bosom may be happy and prosperous!" Terrible was the struggle between love and duty in the bosom of our hero; and had the extremest danger that ever mortal heroism encountered, been sufficient to have given him a chance of extricating himself from his perplexing difficulty, most joyfully would he have encountered the peril. But, on the one side lay his heart and his vow; on the other side an obligation, which his holiest feelings shamed him to regard. The dead could not arise to cancel this command; but the living had not only left him free, but had strenuously urged its fulfil It is a hard thing to go a-wooing against the will, and to make those lip-professions which the heart has little share in. But circumstances reduced young Sir David Seaton to this dilemma; and after having paid formally due court to Margery the elder daughter of the house of Borthwick, marriage matters were soon arranged, the bridal-day appointed, and magnificent preparations made for celebrating the union of two such powerful families. Could credit be attached to traditional report, such a display of grandeur and magnificence had but seldom been witnessed in the country: many of the nobility, with suitable attendance, convening together in honor of the joyous festival, from remote quarters; lord, lady, waiting-page, guard and squire of low degree, bedizened out in all the gorgeous extravagance of the times, with gold on gown and doublet, down even to the bits of theis bridle-reins and the housings of their saddles. So that, for some days anterior to the expected ceremony, one arrival after another caused the halls of Borthwick to overflow, and added to the cheer of wine and wassail. On the arrival of the cavalcade in attendance on the bridegroom, the whole party sat down to a grand dejune, praise for this tasteful exertion of their handiwork, and peradventure, largess from their guests, were not baffled in their expectations: but, in a few moments, a wild scream summoned the whole posse to attendance upon their mistress. And what, it will immediately be asked, caused this so sudden alarm of the old lady? It was this-on pulling aside the silken curtains of the couch, to display an embroidered coverlet, in which her maternal pride especially delighted, she beheld, spread over it, the identical bandekine, or eastern mantle, which was around the shoulders of her little Lilian, when she had disappeared for ever! She could not mistake it, for its peer was scarcely to be found within the three Lothians; having been brought from Constantinople by a Jewish merchant, by the order of Queen Margaret, to whom it was presentrd to Lady de Borthwick, as a birth-gift, at the baptism of her youngest daughter. Externally it was of the finest scarlet velvet, starred over with gems and gold; and on the inside, it was lined with furs of the rarest. Alarmed at this sudden and inexplicable indisposition of their hostess, the ladies crowded around her, and prevented her from sinking on the floor by bearing her away to a seat. arrived when the riddle was likely to be solved. But let us turn a little back, and account for the unexpected appearance of the fair foundling at this time and place. V1. Nature is above all; and though its dictates may be stifled, they can never be eradicated, for in them we live and move and have our being. Lilian was doomed to acquiesce in the truth of this apothegm, when, in the solitude of the convent she heard of the day fixed for the union of the houses of Borthwick and Seaton. In the enthusiasm or her passion, she had reckoned on having nobly subdued all selfish considerations, and triumphed in the resolution which had taught her to sacrifice the chances of her own happiness at the shrine of the man she loved. Though yet but on the verge of womanhood, with a sunshining world beckoning to enjoyment, she had acquired fortitude enough to let herself be shut out from its pleasures; "but surely," thought she to herself, "now that I know that to him I am as I have ever been, that the marriage-day is fixed, and that the heart and hand of Sir David Seaton devoted to another-it may be allowed me for a moment to look on the happiness I cannot share, and call a silent blessing down upon the heads of the bridegroom and his bride.” When the heart is willing to be led, slender is the sophism that will convince it; and, satisfied with the purity and innocence of her motives, the seemingly stoical, but in sad truth disconsolate, Lilian secretly bade adieu to the walls of Coldinghame-convent; and by such a bribe to the hand-maidens of Borthwick as her slender means admitted, she gained access as an assistant in the preparations for the marriage ceremony. She had ar│rived on the evening before; and when, on the morning of the bridal, the last finishing was given to the gorgeous chamber, she lingered for a moment behind the rest and, dashing aside a hasty tear, spread out above the coverlet her magnificent childish mantle-'twas all she had on earth to give, and departed. All that she now lingered for was a parting glance at the happy pair before she shut out the world and its feelings from her for ever, when the accident happened that led to this digression. "It was I," said Lilian, stepping modestly forward, almost trembling at the notice she had drawn upon herself, and at the turbulence of emotion she had excited without knowing why. "And, in Heaven's name, who art thou?" asked Lady de Borthwick, recovering from her swoon, as she anxiously rose from her chair, and came forward to scrutinize her features. "It must be-it must be she," she exclaimed. "I sce-feel-I know it all. The same bright and flaxen hair-the same bright blue eyes, the straight nose, and the small mouth of the line of De "The mantle, the mantle!" was all she was able to Borthwick. It is-it is my own, my dear, long-lost Lilexclaim, and then fainted away. "What is the matter? what is the matter?" eagerly inquired they all, as they hung closely around her, unlacing her boddice and throwing open the casement for fresh air. "It was I," said a stranger, stepping forth from the band of maidens and putting aside the white veil in which her head and shoulders were shrouded. Oh, heavens! what have I done? In my simple way, I intended to make a peace-offering, and lo! I have brought anguish." The eyes of the whole group were instantly turned upon her. Never had any one beheld a countenance more radiantly beautiful-and no one had ever seen it before. Lilian had always known that her fate was wrapped in darkness, but she had long given up the hope that the mystery of her origin was ever to be developed. She was now, however, as one on whom a meteor-light flashes at midnight; and she felt as if the moment had now lan!" And in these words, in an agony of parental tendernesl, she rushed forward and threw her arms round her neck, as she clasped her to her bosom. The news spread like wild-fire through the castle, and all were electrified to hear that, in one of the bowermaidens, Lady de Borthwick had discovered her longlost child. It was no time for ceremonials, and there was a general rush of exultation toward the bridal chamber; nor among the last was Sir David Seaton, from whose cheek the sunshine even of a bridal-day had been scarcely sufficient to drive the clouds. "Where is she-where is my affianced sister?" said he, as he made his way through the crowd. Lilian was at the moment standing with her back towards the en trance door, and the tones of his voice thrilled through every nerve, making her feel as if she could have sunk into the earth with agitation and delight; but as Sir David stepped forward to embrace her, she turned half round, lifted up her eyes, and her look indicated what could not be expressed. Ancient romancers would have called in some mysterious operation of the laws of Nature to assist the lovers on such an occasion; but if, like Niobe of old, Sir David was not actually metamorphosed into a statue, it can of a verity be declared that he looked like one. He stood absorbed in amazement-his brain whirled round, and all about him seemed but the phantasma of a perplexing dream. At length, heaving a deep sigh, and leaning his brow on his hand, he said "Ah, Lilian, Lilian! how unworthy am I of thy regard or commisseration! Thou hast rescued me from a gulf of perdition and disgrace! Had my regard to honor been as pure as thy affection has been devoted, less had been my compunction and self-abasement at this hour. As it is, for the regard I bear, and have borne to thee, I will live single, or wed none other. I have tarnished the fair fame of Seaton, and will leave this land forever." If the astonishment of the group had been formerly great, it was now carried to an inexplicable pitch; for not only was the acquaintance of Sir David Seaton and the fair stranger acknowledged, but his love for her also made manifest. How matters should terminate was not quite so plain. "Not so fast," exclaimed Sir Gregory de Murray, when Sir David had made an end of speaking; "Heaven orders all for the best, although man is oft-times to forward its purposes; and in this matter, let us acknowledge the interposition of a particular providence. I trust the occasion will prove one of unmingled enjoyment to all; and that those who have long been united in heart shall now in hand be also united. But let us adjourn from this scene of confusion to the hall." When all the party were ranged round Sir Gregory de Murray in the hall, he continued his address. He said that "with all respect to the living and the dead, he could not but consider the affiancing of children, yet unborn, as at the best unnatural, even although dictated by the best and purest motives; as, tho' hands might be in their power to bestow, it did not follow that they could transfer hearts along with them." hold of her hand, placed it within that of Sir Gregory though they be at your elbow in the dining room; and The abbot of Seaton was now summoned in to proceed with, what he had no expectations of, a double ceremonial, which, he confessed, seemed brought about as by an interposition of Providence. "Thanks, holy father," said Sir David, "for your Lilian said nothing, but, casting her eyes upon the Sir David Seaton concluded the sentence, by adding, The Mirror. FRANCIS L. HAGADORN, EDITOR AND PROPRIETOR. The Mirror has been well defined NEW BRIGHTON, N. Y. JUNE 22, 1839. LADIES' FAIR AT QUARANTINE.-On Wednesday and Thursday, the 3d and the 4th of July, the Ladies of the Rev. Mr. Miller's Congregation, will hold a Fair in the Presbyterian Church at Tompkinsville, for the benefit of the funds of the Society. This will afford a pleasing entertainment for "the fourth❞—and for a laudable purpose. Christians of all denominations should put aside their matters of intestine discord, and remember only the "My lord and lady de Borthwick," he added, turning great features of their faith-its charity, forgiveness and to and addressing them, "when, after wooing the affec-loving-kindness-while they perform the devotional extions of your fair daughter Margery, I sued to you for her hand, your courteous answer informed me, that had not this obstacle stood in the way of our alliance, none other could have possibly obstructed it. Luckily, it is now in our power to rectify such an unfortunate mistake. That obstacle is now to be removed. Though wo is me, my fair cousin has come forward to-day decked out as the bride of another, I can forgive, nay, admire this exertion of filial duty; and if still I hold respect in the eyes of my once plighted, and still too dear, fair friend-"} Nay, hold, more than enough, my gallant knight," said old Lord de Borthwick; "I have felt deeply, trust me, the injustice of depriving you of your lady-love, and my daughter of the object of her choice. But the long plighted vow-the long plighted vow-how could I get over it? Thanks be to Heaven, that has not only afforded a remedy, but that, too, in the restoration of my long lost child. Margery, coue forth, my sweetest, and acknowledge whether you are dissatisfied with the change." Margery was handed forth, but a deep blush was her only answer, and not an ineloquent one. Sir David Seaton then gallantly stepped forward, and, taking ercises of that day. It is a day sacred to every feeling of SYLVESTER & Co.-Some mistakes have been made S. has come out in the Journal of Commerce with a thorough renunciation of his connexion with lotteries. JENNISON'S REFRIGERATORS AND JENNISON'S SPIRITUS STATEN ISLAND FERRY.-The proprietors of this ferry on Monday last put on an additional afternoon trip, by which we may now leave the island at 4 or 6 o'clock, and the city at 5 or 7. MAJOR NOAH.-The Major took dinner with us at the Pavilion a few days ago, and took it too as he takes every thing-in perfect good humor. Every body knows the major--yes, and every body knows it, but, strange to say, it happens we were not every body, on that occasion. On being acquainted, however, said he in the tone of familiar enquiry, " loco foco, I s'pose, Haga'dn," We "grinned a smile of horrible import." "Well" he rejoined, "nothing like it-chip off the old block eh! all right, all right. Charming place here-fine house." "Yes sir, and finely kept, too, as you shall see when that big gong sounds for dinner." "All right sir, all right. Let the man keep the house and the house will keep the man. Never here before, since the place has been called New Brighton. Dined with my old friend governor Tompkins, behind the hill yonder many a time. Bought all this tract of land myself once for seventeen dollars the acre." "Indeed! why didn't you hold on, Major?" "Cheated out of it by a set of ers, and glad to get my ten per cents back again." "Better place than Grand Island, Major." Commission Delightful spot, sir, but you want shade. Ah, you have got a number of saplings here though. Grow in time. All right." "Your friend Joseph has given up his house to the Catholics, as a temporary church. How'll that sound in the synagogue, major." "Put a synagogue on the next hill, sir. Nothing like opposition. I'll see Jo about it, and when the Catholics evacuate his premises, they shall leave their candles buris all right now, all right. Tell me," continued the maning for him. Fine fellow, Jo. great pity for him-but it jor, "what is your Staten Island Granite Company doing?" "Doing wonders, sir-they have certainly the best building stone in this neighborhood, and they cannot help but enrich the island. They are already constructing their rail-road for the purpose of transporting the stone from the quarries to the shore. "Horse power or steam?" 'Nothing but the force of gravitation, sir. They have a regular descent the whole distance, and intend that the stones shall work their own passage. It is the right idea, too, Major; the time is coming when every thing but man must work, and it is only fair that granite, which is reputed to be the oldest component of the earth, should be among the first of the inanimate operatives." "Speaking of the Catholics," rejoined he, "they are the most useful class of Christians in the world. They do the drudgery of Europe and America, and, so you allow them a splendid Cathedral here and there, are content with the merest hovels for themselves." Presently the huge gong reverberated its welcome that we had to pay Amos Kendall sixpence for his lettones along the corridors, halls and saloons of the Pavil-ter, and therefore cannot insert it in the Mirror without ion, and in a few minutes we were all seated at the ta- breaking one of our standing rules all to pieces. ble. Ah," exclaimed the Major, as he sipped his last mouthful of soup, "there is my old friend from Naples, Signor Maccaroni! It's not often we meet in Yankee land. This article," said he, helping himself, "is manufactured chiefly from the Odessa wheat, a coarse, full grain, which is the bantling of Russia as much as the place from which it derives its name. The natives prepare it in a thousand different ways, all of which are delightful to the palate. In fine, maccaroni is their bread and meat; and you never saw a healthier peasantry in the world." And so on to the end of the chapter. SCENE AT THE PAVILION.-A cotemporary tells us that a pretty hand and a pretty foot always go together: i. e. when we speak of one we always think of the other. For this reason, stepping on a foot is equivalent to squeezing a hand, and equally proper, though sometimes more convenient, as it can be done under the table. A few days ago an old lady of unfortunately obsolete and antique manners made one of a party at the Pavilion. She chanced, at table, to sit opposite to a young lady-a perfect minx, by the by, brim full of non and was stepping upon it, her foot slipped and she fell into the stream, which was quite swift at the place, and for some rods below ran over a continuous surface of A young German sends us a few stanzas over the sig-rock very uneven and in many places approaching to nature of "Hagedorn." He says he is a great admirer of the old German poet of that name, and flatters us by speculations upon our lineage. It wont do, brother Hag. If you have any respect for the great imitator of Fontaine, never again pin his name to such adunque stanzas. We fear that "Benedict's" charade is intended as a personality, and therefore must decline it. It is not wholly applicable to an inanimate object, as the writer seems to intend it by his first four lines. "W. B. P." is informed that his translation from the French is still upon our escretoire, and will not be lost. DESULTORY SELECTIONS. The Valley of Ohio. We publish this morning some interesting remarks upon the country drained by the Ohio and its tributaries, from the Baltimore American. The editor computes it at thousand square miles the area of Great Britain and Ireabout 140,000 square miles, which exceeds by several ledges. She was hurried down the stream with considerable velocity, being buoyed up by her clothes, to which happy circumstance may be attributed the preservation of her life. The water, though not deep, was in such rapid motion, and the surface of the rock over which it ran was so smooth, as to render abortive every attempt to stop.Down the stream she was hurried over a projecting rock into the abyss below, and anon with the velocity of an arrow again shot off with the current, to go over another and another fall, and in this manner floated about thirty rods. During all this time Miss B. exercised much presence of mind in holding her breath as she plunged beneath the water as she went over the rocks. At last she floated into an eddy, and was rescued in a very exhausted state by a heroic sister, who had witnessed her distressing voyage. The unfortunate lady is now, we Trumansburg Advertiser. understand, doing well. The late eminent judge, Sir Allen Park, once said at the midst of blessings until we are utterly insensible of a public meeting in the city of London: "We live in chalent pertness, and unrelenting wit. On the right of land, and is but little less than that of France. The their greatness, and of the source from whence they the old lady sat a gay exquisite, industriously quaffing turtle soup, as well as his moustachios permitted. The banquet over, the young twain passed into the corridor "How, cousin?" "How, cousin!" echoed she, "why, not to notice that old witch next to you in spite of all my hints." "I protest" said he, seriously. "There, there, none of your lecturing. It is now my turn to question you of decorum, so please be patient. Should not a gentleman be all attention to his partnershould he not watch her very smiles, and does not common courtesy demand of him the most marked assiduity while in public?" "Cousin, I did not know of it till now." "Now Charles; I know that I was wrong. But you should have been polite first and spared your rebukes I know they would not spoil by keeping," said she, with as much severity as humor, and more of feeling than either. till now. "But, cousin, you have made some sad mistake-I think you did not touch my foot." "The prunella of your gaiter boots has plainly frayed my slipper, and I am certain there were no other gaiter boots around the table, for none but you would wear them." “But the old lady on my left wore prunella slippers." At this instant, the lady had arrived opposite her room, into which she retreated with some trepidation. Charles returned to the office for a brown Havana. But the old present population of Great Britain and Ireland is 24, flow. We speak of our civilization, arts, our freedom, our laws, and forget entirely how large a share of all is due to Christianity. Blot Christianity out of the page of man's history, and what would his laws have been, what his civilization? Christianity is mixed up with our very Rival cities are contending for the commerce of this being and our daily life; there is not a familiar object great valley-a commerce already immensely valuable, al-around us which does not wear a mark, not a being or a though only in its infancy. There is, however, no need thing which does not wear a different aspect because the of jealousy in the matter; there will soon be abundance light of Christian hope is on it, not a law which does not owe its truth and gentleness to Christianity, not a for all, and there need be no hesitation about opening custom which cannot be traced in all its holy and healevery practicable avenue between the Atlantic cities and the noble river that flows for a thousand miles through this great valley. thy parts to the Gospel." Cooking Potatoes. But the valley of the Ohio forms but a comparative- An article of food so valuable, and in such extensive ly small part of the great central basin which would not use as the potato, demands more attention in preparing it be half populated were all the crowded millions of Great for the table than is bestowed upon it. The manner in Britain and France added to its present inhabitants. which they are often boiled, shows that the art is imAll that is required of art is to reach Pittsburgh-Na- perfectly understood. The best method is as follows:— ture has done the rest. Come here and read our steam-Fill the boiler with water, add a spoonful of salt, and, boat bills" For Peoria "-" For Galena "-" For Red when the water is boiling put in the potatoes and cover River"-"For New Orleans"-" For the Missouri Ri- them; let them boil about half an hour, and then rever "—and remember when you are here that you are move the boiler and pour the water completely off, after scarcely beyond the Atlantic slope-just on the verge of which, let them heat about ten minutes, when they will that ultramontane world that it makes a man dizzy to be done. Some prefer cooking them with the skins on think about. Yet here you are met by magnificent ves-them, while others decidedly prefer paring them, alleging sels ready to bear you-not across the ocean, nor along that the skin imparts to them a strong taste. Steaming the coast, but to the deepest interior of a great continent, them dry after the water is poured off, reduces them to or almost across it if you choose. There need not, then, a fine mealy condition, which most people so much es there ought not, to be any hesitation or delay on the part An Escape. Pittsburg Advocate. Miss Phyline Belnap, living within about two miles lady was in a perfect rage, for a certain nameless excres of this village, met with an accident on Friday week, cence upon her foot had been irritated until it actually which came near depriving her of life. Her mother's foretold a storm. And the storm came—as we are told; residence is near the Halseyville Creek, and having ocbut we 'came away' before the denouement; as we al-casion to cross it, she attempted to do at the usual place, ways like to draw our own conclusions. To Readers and Correspondents. We have to inform "Daniel," (who, by the way, sends a pretty fair chapter on the mysterious "S. T.") teem. A French paper says that a German, D. Hermstad, has discovered a mixture of materials, which is not only of the color of real Gold, but also possesses its hardness, all its ductility, and the same specific weight. The inventor, however, does not say that it is as unchangable as gold; and there can be no doubt that if he had met with that quality in it, he would not have failed to mention it; for in that case he would have found the secret which has been so long and vainly sought by the alchemists. This material is thus composed-out of twenty-four parts, equal in weight there are sixteen of upon some planks thrown across the creek for that pur-platina, seven of pure copper, and one of pure zinc; this is to be covered with powdered charcoal, and placed in a crucible, on a strong fire, until the fusion has reduced the three into one mass, which will be the counterfeit gold. |