Heart, that forever gentle,

Ne'er knew a thought of sin;
Eyes that, like shutting flowers,

Hide loveliest hues within;
Lips, like the rose unshaded

That holds Heaven's sweetest dew;
Sleep on, with no beauty faded,

Sleep on, with each feeling true :-
Sleep on, sleep on, dear lady,

God's Angels guard thy sleep.

the lapse of time, but simply to rescue from oblivion the names and deeds of two humble heroes, that have only survived in the simple but true legends of the country side. But to my story.

Upon a bright sunny morning, in the month of August 1814, in one of the many small and beautiful indentations of the noble Potomac, a short distance below the ancient town of Dumfriesat that time of some note, though waning fast, and now but the wreck of former prosperity

INCIDENT OF THE WAR OF 1812-'14. might have been seen a small fishing or oyster

A TRUE STORY.

smack lying at anchor; whilst her crew, which consisted of two men, were busily engaged, the one in watching his lines, and the other in making culinary preparations for their morning's meal. "Tis

The morbid appetite of the reading world at the present day, and more especially of the American people, for works of fiction and tales as fanciful needless to paint the loveliness of the scene, as the and improbable as any of the wonders of Aladdin's light and fragile appearance of the tiny bark was relamp, or feats of three-fingered Jack, has thrown into flected in the glassy mirror of the wave, now beginthe shade the countless deeds of chivalry and high-ning to heave with a light though steady breeze from souled patriotism, that distinguished not only our the south. Her small and taper-masts presented the sires of 1776, but their sons of 1812. Whilst many common though beautiful semblance of a huge watera hero's name is "embalmed in story," and the serpent, as the undulating tide reflected their image, well-earned laurels of patriotic valor still deck the whilst the shadow of the overhanging cliff, surbrows of those who have survived "the battle and mounted by the lords of the forest, cast a refreshthe breeze," thousands have displayed feats of va- ing coolness far over the deep clear wave and its lor unsurpassed in history, and a patriotic zeal as white-pebbled shore, almost to the object of our athigh and holy as e'er warmed a hero's breast, tention; and here and there might be seen the summer duck or white gull, now gracefully riding the

"For whom no minstrel raptures swell;" and whose deeds, like themselves, have been consigned to the silent resting-place of the dead, with no stone to mark the hero's grave, nor token to arrest the meditative wanderer's step, save the silent gloom that invariably pervades the consecrated spot: "Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heapEach in his narrow cell forever laidThe rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep."

Of the he

snowy white caps, and anon lazily winging their way within a few feet of the water, as if to view the symmetry of their faultless forms, and to complete the beauty and quiet of the scene. roes of this picture: the first was a man of middle stature, thin and bony, with a hardened, sun-burnt visage, dressed in the wide duck pantaloons, coarse linen shirt and tarpaulin hat-then, as now, the summer costume of our hardy craftsmen. A Lavater might have read in his homely though pleasing features a firmness and decision bordering upon recklessness; and a boxer might have taken warning from his sinewy frame and well-developed muscles, from his careless and indifferent manner of lounging about the small craft-occasionally leaning over her sides and anon casting a furtive glance at the progress of his companion at the caboose, if we may dignify an old iron pot, with the side broken out, in which was kindled a small fire, by that name. It could be easily perceived, he was "master of all he surveyed.”

The historian-whilst he has done the achievements of many ample justice—and the novelist, in embellishing the deeds of others—have alike passed over an incident that occurred during the late war, upon the majestic waters of the Potomac, which would have furnished the one with an act of daring as unrivalled, as successful; and, to the other, a theme well worthy of his fertile imagination. The period to which my story reverts has, unfortunately for British honor and for British arms, been inseparably associated with acts of barbarous outrage and Vandalic warfare-the bare recollection of which, even at this late day, calls forth the indig- His companion of the cuisinary art was a tall, nation of every American, and should tinge with well proportioned, and rather handsome mulatto, the blush of shame the cheek of every high-souled apparently about the age of five and twenty-being Briton. In necessarily speaking of the outrages some five or ten years the junior of his commancommitted by Admiral Cockburn upon harmless der-and dressed in the same simple garb, with the and inoffensive citizens, in his many predatory ex-addition of a cross-barred cotton handkerchief negcursions along the waters of the Chesapeake and ligently knotted around his thick muscular neck. its tributaries, the intention of the writer of this is The looseness of their garments, with a leathern not for a moment to endeavor, by a recital of our belt around the waist to supersede the necessity of wrongs, to stir up old prejudices and renew embit- suspenders, gave an air of easiness and graceful tered feelings, that have been almost obliterated by activity to their movements, which the effect of

their coarse and paint-stained habiliments could not | ceiving all hopes of escape at an end—as he arrived destroy.

The cook by this time had served up his homely fair: consisting of bread made of Indian corn, rye coffee, and a tin dish of perch, fried with several rashers of fat bacon; to which was added that constant companion of sea-faring men, a small jug of whiskey. The time necessary for satisfying the cravings of nature was scarcely taken by these hardy sons of Neptune, so eager were they to commence their morning's work of grappling for oysters-doubtless impelled to more haste, from the knowledge of the vicinity of the marauding parties of the British fleet, that had filled every creek and bay along the shores of the river, and depopulated every hen-roost and pig-sty upon their margin.

at his anchoring ground and heard the distant sound of oars-determined to make one last effort to defend his whole earthly possession and only means of support. With all the coolness of tried valor, he drew from the cabin of his craft an old English musket; and, having no shot, he collected together several slugs and nails, with which he loaded his piece, then calling to his mate and cook (Woodward), made known his intention, and bade him depart if he dreaded the result. With a heroism and magnanimity that would do honor to any man or age, this noble fellow swore to stand by his commander and his vessel to the last. Having hastily arranged the plan of defence, they both leaped into a canoe attached to their craft, and, Scarcely had the eating and cooking utensils paddling ashore, Guy ensconced himself behind a been stowed away, and preparations been made for brush-fence upon the bank of the creek, and ordered casting their tongs into the prolific deep, when the Woodward to ascend a small hill rising from the washort, quick sound of oars, as if proceeding from a ter's edge, thickly studded with pine and cedar well-manned boat, and the encouraging tones of its bushes, directing him, upon the report of the muscommander, exclaiming, in a deep stentorian voice, ket, to make all the noise he possibly could, as "Give way my hearties! with a will!" came boom- if marshalling a large body of militia. Scarcely ing over the waters; and, in another instant, the were they allowed time to make these hasty arsylph-like form of a British barge, with four oars-rangements, when the barge dashed boldly round a men and three officers, came dancing over the light point about one hundred yards below the place of swell from behind a point nearly a mile distant, ambush. The officers and men were excited with the with the cross of St. George proudly floating in chase and eager to seize the prize, when suddenly, many a graceful fold from the stern, over the heads as they came within range of Guy's musket, a well of her devoted crew. The recognition was as mu- directed aim raked them fore and aft, wounding tual, as the preparation for flight and chase was every man on board. Leaping from his ambush, simultaneous. It required but an instant for our ac-gun in hand, he gave orders in a deep and authoriquaintances of the smack to slip their cable and tative voice to Woodward, to bring down his reserve run up the mainsails, which had, for the purposes of corps and secure the prisoners; at the same time shade, remained unfurled and half-masted all the ordering the crippled crew to surrender immemorning;—in another, it was sheeted home and the diately, or it would be impossible for him to restrain jib run up, as she gaily and gracefully left her his exasperated countrymen from committing murlovely and retired mooring grounds, in less time der. At the same moment, the voice of Woodthan I have taken to record the event. Short ward was heard, with well dissembled earnestness, however as was the time occupied in unmooring begging the fancied militia not to imbrue their hands and getting under way, and although the morning in the blood of wounded and disabled men. Dezephyr had increased to a stiff breeze, the barge, ceived by this ruse, four privates, a lieutenant, and propelled by four athletic oarsmen, had shortened two midshipmen of his Britannic Majesty, surrenthe distance almost to musket-shot; and now plied dered their arms and colors to Capt. Guy; who, imtheir oars with increased vigor, as the hopes mediately upon getting possession of their weapons, of capturing a vessel well freighted with oysters gave orders for Woodward to tie them; and placing brightened upon them. The chase now became the whole party "under hatches," among his crabs truly exciting the barge gradually neared its object and oysters, without farther delay spread his canvass to point blank shot, and the swivel, mounted in her once more to the breeze, and found himself and bow, was immediately put in requisition. One shot prisoners next morning safely landed in the City of and another flew harmlessly by, doing no other Washington. Rumor's tongue soon rang loud with damage than perforating the sails, but materially this heroic and fortunate achievement. Crowds gainterrupting the speed of the barge. By this time, thered around the prisoners and their conquerthe schooner entered the mouth of the creek to ors, still doubting, even with the living evidences which she belonged; and with an increased breeze before them, the truth of so strange a story. The soon lost sight, for the time, of her antagonist, who prisoners were handed over to the proper authoristill fearlessly pressed on, determined to pursue her ties, and were of course in due time released, their to the head of tide-water, which he reasoned well arms and barge, with five hundred dollars, being could not be far off. Captain Guy (for this is the awarded by the government to the captors. How real name of the hero of this veritable story) per- long Capt. Guy survived this event, or whether he

left a family, the writer of this narrative is entirely their Effects, that I may not hear aney Bad talks ignorant. With Woodward he was personally ac-after their Return.

quainted, from whom he received the outlines of Brother, the Path out from Easterloe, (?) to this eventful story when a mere child. Like hi | Virginia, in the middle is Bad, But I hope that you noble captain, he too has been gathered to his forefathers—after having for many years led an industrious, thriving and irreproachable life.

TO THE ROSE GERANIUM.

Maine.

I love thee well thou little plant;
That we have gayer flowers

That deck our garden plats, I grant-
And grace our forest-bowers.

There's many a one, with air of pride,
Displays her gorgeous dyes
And spreads her flaunting petals, wide,
And brightly to the skies-

Yet from whose robes of royal hue,
Waving in wind and sun,
The wooing sun-beams never drew,
Nor dallying zephyrs won

One fragrant breath. O, who can love
A gaudy, scentless flower!

Who would transplant it from the grove
To his own, dear, home-bower?

Not Flora's treasure-house of dyes,
From me should ever win
The viewless essence-drop that lies
Thy little cups within.

From every petal, every leaf,
A rosy fragrance flows,

When smile our spring-days few and brief-
When freeze our winter snows.

I love thee, darling little plant,

Thou cheerest many an hour-
Others are bright and gay, I grant,
But thou'rt my dear pet flower.

ELIZA.

endeavored to amuse me by pointing out all objects of interest with which we came in view. Here was a little chapel under whose walls a notorious thief concealed an immense treasure, and when the term of his imprisonment had expired, returned and disinterred it. There was the Devil's bridge, so called because it is said to have been built in a single night. This veteran beggar, distinguished from the mendicant group of the village by the erect air of his emaciated figure, was a soldier under Napoleon, and has now roamed back to his native town to live on the casual alms of the passing traveller; while that stout and well-clad man who succeeded, with the loss of a thumb, in arresting a formidable bandit, is living snugly on a pension. The shallow stream over which we are now passing is believed to be the Rubicon. Yon gay Contadina with large silver ear-rings, whose laugh we hear from the chaise behind, is a bride on her way from church; and that white and flower-decked crib which a peasant is carrying into his cottage, is the bier of a child. It was only at long intervals that the agreeable though monotonous scenery was varied to the view, and within the precincts of the towns scarcely a single pleasing object could the eye detect to counteract the too obvious evidences of human misery. In all the Papal vilages, indeed, the same scene is presented. At every gate the traveller is dunned for his passport by an Austrian guard, whose flaxen mustaches and cold northern visage are as out of place in so sunny a region, as would be an orange-grove amid the sands of Cape Cod,-or annoyed by the wretched inheritor of one of the noblest of ancient titles-a Roman soldier, clad in a loose, brown shaggy coat, who after keeping him an hour to spell out credentials which have been read a score of times since he entered the territory, has the effrontery to ask for a few biocchi to drink his health at The ancient Via Emilia is still designated by an the nearest wine-shop. When, at length, one is excellent road which crosses Romagna in the direc- allowed to enter and hurry through the dark, tion of the Adriatic. It traverses an extensive muddy streets, no sign of enterprize meets the tract of fertile land, chiefly laid out in vineyards. gaze, but a barber's basin dangling from some doorAs we passed through this rich and level country, way, a crowd collected around a dealer in vegethe occasional appearance of a team drawn by a tables, or, if it be a festa, a company of strolling pair of beautiful grey oxen and loaded with a circus-riders, decked out in tawdry finery, canterreeking butt of new wine, proclaimed that it was ing round to collect an audience for the evening. the season of vintage. But autumn was not less No activity is manifested except by the vetturini pleasingly indicated, by the clusters of purple who run after the carriage vociferating for employgrapes suspended from cane-poles at almost every ment, and the paupers who collect in a dense cottage-window we passed, and by the yellow and crowd to impede its progress. In the midst of such crimson leaves of the vines that waved gorgeously tokens of degradation, planted in the centre of the in the sun as far as the eye could reach, like gar-square, rises a statue of some pope or archbishop in lands with which departing summer had decorated bronze or marble, with tall mitre and outstretched the fields in commemoration of the rich harvest she arm; and, as if to demonstrate the imbecility of the had yielded. The single companion who shared weakest and most oppressive of Italian governwith me the open carriage so well adapted for such ments, around the very pedestal are grouped more a jaunt, was a large landed proprietor in the neigh- improvidents than would fill a hospital, and idle, boring district, and, being quite familiar with every reckless characters enough to corrupt an entire nook and feature of the surrounding country, he community. There is something peculiarly pro

SAN MARINO.

BY H. T. TUCKERMAN.

"With light heart the poor fisher moors his boat, And watches from the shore the lofty ship Stranded amid the storm."

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