And since she him so loves,
And only with him moves,
His matters and his blood
Appear her only good."

With this rapturous mysticism, however, were joined the utmost diligence in good works, and strong practical thrift in daily life. This passionate expression of the spiritual love, too, has now nearly disappeared.

The part taken by the Moravians in educating the young was begun very early in their career; for during the Revolution we find the son of General Joseph Reed, the incorruptible President of Pennsylvania, receiving his education at Bethlehem. To-day there is scarcely a large town in our country but holds in its bosom the fruits of the thorough and noble training which is given by Moravian teachers near the lovely Forks of the Delaware.

AN ADVENTURE IN THE BLUE RIDGE.
BY MARVIN HALL MARSH.

DURING the winter of 1855 my wife's health | pose I shall ever meet anything very dreadful, or rendered life for her in Baltimore impossible. II shouldn't go alone." "Well," said I, "'tis a determined to locate for a few months in that beauty, certainly! Take care you don't shoot famously healthy region, the Blue Ridge, in Vir- yourself, that is all ;" and with a laughing promise ginia. Tolerable fishing was to be had, and very on her part to "try not," we went our different fine shooting; besides, Harry Forrester and his ways, to prepare for our usual expeditions. We wife, being our sworn friends, determined to join were all eager to take advantage of the fine us. We were a happy party, just enough and none weather, such as is sometimes seen in February. too many.

Mrs. Forrester was a perfect slave to her pencil and color-box, and often took long rambles alone for sketching purposes, whilst my wife, as an invalid, was compelled to remain most of her time indoors, Harry Forrester and I fishing, shooting, or exploring, as fancy prompted us. Our retreat was quite in the heart of the mountains, and the inn at which we stayed was a real oldfashioned Virginia inn, our host a quaint gentleman of the olden type.

Of course a winter in the mountains must necessarily be spent mostly indoors by ladies, and yet there were days, yea, often weeks, of fine weather, which we enjoyed to the uttermost. When shut up within doors we whiled away the time with books brought from the city. My wife's health improved rapidly under the pure, invigorating air, whilst the grandeur of the scenery compensated her in part for the loss of society.

What blind moles we were! How little did any of us dream, that before another day drew to its close her life would hang on the way she used that revolver; that in a few hours she would meet that "something dreadful," so lightly spoken of, to conquer it or die one of the most horrible of deaths! On the day in question, Forrester and I started together with Mrs. Forrester; but the lady left us at the entrance to a valley or ravine in the mountains, which ran at right angles with the country we were to shoot over. She had often fancied that fine views were to be obtained up this gorge, and was determined to take advantage of the beauty of this day, to have a good day's work there. We bade each other a merry farewell, only Forrester insisting that his wife should take her revolver and plenty of ammunition; laughing, she called back to us, "perhaps I shall bag a giant or two before I return."

At this point, though, I had best give place to Monday, the 8th of February, was Mrs. For Mrs. Forrester, and let her tell her story in her rester's birthday, and Harry on that morning pre-own words, as she told it to us long afterwards, sented her with a beautiful little pistol, which he had procured at one of the nearest stores, saying, "Jenny, dear, it may be silly, but I should feel more comfortable when you are rambling alone, if I knew you had this trusty friend in your belt

when she was in some measure recovered from the effects of that terrible day.

MRS. FORRESTER'S STORY. "The weather was so fine and so bracing, the

or pocket." "Oh," she replied, "I don't sup- scenery so grand and majestic, that instead of

stopping to work, I wandered on, always believing that the next ridge climbed would cap the present view. Thus one led to another, and yet another, and I only just began to find out how far I had strayed, further than was at all safe at this season, even though I had a pistol, when I awakened to the fact that the sun was sinking behind the high mountain crests to the west, and that did I not hurry, moonlight would be the only light by which I could return.

For some moments as I fled wildly along, I never remembered my pistol; but as the hungry howling drew nearer and nearer, the horror of the death before me roused a courage in me such as I had never before known, and remembering my revolver, I determined to sell my life dearly. At this moment I gained open ground; the moon in its full splendor lighted up the scene, and brought into strong relief the frowning rock, not now far away, and which I thought, O! if I could reach it I am safe, for I knew that if I clambered its sides I could from thence climb one of the trees which grew near it, and which otherwise I could not even reach. I pulled my revolver out, hardly abating my speed, slipped the safety-stop and made for a thicket of pines some fifty yards in front; the cruel howling sounded closer and closer, and seemed as though hundreds of hungry wolves were at my heels; if I could not gain a little time I must be torn to pieces in a few moments. Suddenly facing them, as I reached the thicket, and instinctively remembering your directions, Harry, to aim low, I fired each barrel in quick succession, then rushed on again. I had killed some, at all events; I knew it by the howling and fighting over the dead bodies; I knew that these wolves never leave the mountain fastnesses unless driven by starvation, and that under these circumstances they do not hesitate to devour their dead or dying comrades; so on I ran, reloading as I ran, my hope being that I might gain time by firing amongst the troop. How it was I do not know; I suppose every one has felt the same when the first brunt of any danger is passed, and one is still safe, but a reckless determination, so to speak, not to be killed took possession of me.

Of course drawing was now out of the question, and I looked anxiously around, to see what landmarks I had passed in the morning. Luckily, though long, the ravine was straight, and I could see far off the opening which I had entered at noonday, and which I knew by a very high rock which jutted from the mountain side, and overhung the entrance; but the road back was rugged, and precipitous in many places, though for the last half-mile it would be tolerably good. I judged this rock to be distant at least three miles, and I was now conscious of considerable fatigue, yet I calculated that two hours at most of steady walking would bring me at last to open country, when our inn would be not more than a mile distant, and where I flattered myself I should at last find some of you coming to meet me. Off I started, therefore, and walked with a will. In a very short time the sun went down, and then for while darkness, the darkness of the forest, closed around me. To press on not minding the stumbles or falls, and to keep as brave a heart as I could, was all that was possible; and I had reached nearly the last bridge, close to open ground, and could see my rock looming through the dim light, now pierced by the first rays of the rising moon ; then I thought I heard a sound behind me, and I paused for a moment to listen, thinking it probable some other person might be belated like myself. For only a moment, though; the next, II had gained, when I heard a horrible bark or was rushing along as fast as terror could drive me, throwing away, as I ran, my sketching books, cloak, umbrella-everything which could impede my flight; for, in that one moment, all the tales told us on winter nights of the ferocious packs of starved wolves which sometimes infest these mountains, flashed through my mind, and I knew by instinct that the cry I had heard came from one of them as it had stumbled upon my trail, and that the whole pack would be down on me long before I

could reach the inn.

On I went, my pace a little slackened, for I feared my strength would not hold out, and I was congratulating myself upon the precious moments

howl so close behind me, that an agony of terror put my courage to flight for the moment, and I almost felt paralyzed with fear, as turning my head I saw two glaring eyes within a yard of me. In less time, however, than it takes to tell it, I revived again, fired, and waiting only to be sure the creature was disabled, struggled on once more, and now only a few more yards from the friendly rock with trees growing below it; I was looking to see which would be best to make for, when the pack came on in full cry. Alas! no friendly

thicket was near for my defence, and I knew all was lost if they once got to close quarters. I turned and fired, giving them all my barrels, though pretty much at random; then making the last effort I felt to be possible, I reached the rock and trees. How I scrambled up one of them I never have known, or what became of me for a while afterwards. I know only that when I came to myself and looked down on that sea of glaring eyes 'twas more than I could endure. Yet I saw they could not reach me, leap as they might; and all stories of animals gnawing trees down to get at their prey I believed to be pure fiction, so that I had only to sit still to be safe. But for how long? I had only two loads left; I could not count the wolves, but was sure there were over one hundred, and I did not know whether they would leave even at daylight. But even should they stay long, which was not probable after they found it useless, I suddenly thought that my husband would come to look for me, would come to this very entrance where we had parted, and probably come without arms and alone; if so, nothing could save him. This was the worst of all, and as I sat thinking of it, the cold dews of horror gathered on my brow, and I put back the whistle I always carried when walking alone, and which I was about to blow, for fear it should be too true an index to my place of refuge.

and they received two or three volleys so telling, that after coming at us once again, they betook themselves to the shelter of the forest. I said we were prepared for them, for returning home from our expedition about an hour before, we met a laborer who told us that "he and some others had seen the largest pack of wolves that day which had been seen in these parts for forty years." They were descending the high ridges towards these detached spurs, and as they were not far off, he "wondered we were not afraid to be out so late in so small a party," for these wolves are desperately savage when driven to it by starvation. We asked him in what direction they had gone, with a view to a day's sport. Judge of our horror to be told that it was the very valley where Mrs. Forrester had been sketching. He pointed to a peak just above it as the point where he had seen them. Ere he had ended his sentence, we were hurrying home at full speed, hoping to find our fears groundless, when we reached there, though hours later than she usually stayed out; our hearts sank as to our quick question of "Where is Mrs. Forrester?" my wife replied, "I do not know; she has not come in; I thought she was with you."

Instantly the alarm was given; all the people of the inn turned out each with a gun, and we took our way to the entrance of the valley, silent with How long I sat crouching in those branches I fear of the fate which ere this had probably overknow not. It must have been hours, for the moon taken her. After the rout of the wolves, we had travelled far over head, when from the gorge hastened to the tree and climbing it, by the light before mentioned there came a shout! I knew our torches, lifted Mrs. Forrester down. She was the voice well, Harry, and would not answer lest quite insensible, though unhurt. Except bruises I should lead you on to certain death. The few and tears from falls and thorns, there was no mark moments of suspense that followed were more of teeth upon her at all events. We took her home terrible than all. But soon there came other and used every effort to restore her to consciousshouts and at the same moment torches appearedness; but, alas! the horrors she had undergone had with voices speaking together, whilst a large body been too great, and it was many, many days ere of men turned into the valley. The relief was too she recovered enough to give us her account. great; I tried to shout too, but my voice died away in my throat; I tried to blow my whistle, but the sound I made was too faint to be heard. At last I remembered my revolver, and fired off both charges, and then-why you know what happened better than I do myself."

What happened to Mrs. Forrester was as follows: As we neared the rock so often alluded to, and to which we were directed by the sound of the pistol as well as by the barking of the wolves, the pack left their useless pursuit and rushed en masse upon us. But we were prepared for them,

As soon as Mrs. Forrester was well enough to travel, we determined that we had seen enough of life in the Blue Ridge, and set full sail for Baltimore. Mrs. Forrester still treasures her birthday gift, and looks upon it as the chief saviour under Providence, of her life; but we, who heard her tell her story, thought the pistol would have been useless, had it not been for the wonderful pluck and incredible courage which bore her through hours of danger more appalling than often falls to the lot of man to endure, much less to that of a lady.

LEGEND OF A WESTCHESTER (NEW YORK) HOMESTEAD.

BY CHARLES PRYER.

On the shores of the Sound, about two miles | refused to inform them where what they desired from the village of Mamaroneck, stands a large was to be found; but she still remained silent, old house in which I spent my boyhood. It was and when the captain returned in a fury from his built many years before the Revolution, and was fruitless search, to question her again, she gave the scene of several stirring events that occurred him no more satisfaction than she had before. during that struggle, and I give the following Ordering one of his men to procure a rope and tale on the authority of an old proprietor, whose lantern, he caught the girl by the arm and half mother is the heroine of the story. led, half dragged her to a large barn that stands a short distance in the rear of the house, where he proceeded to go through all the preliminaries of an execution. He passed the rope over one of the great oaken rafters of the building, and made a noose in one end, while he gave the other to one of his men, and told him to be ready to pull when he gave the word. He then got a barrel on which he placed the terrified girl, passed the noose over her head, and said, "I will give you one more chance for life; tell where the old man keeps his money and you shall be liberated; refuse, and you die."

One evening, during the time of the "old war," a young girl was seated in the library of the house referred to, waiting for the return of the family who were absent with some neighbors. While she sat watching the sun set, she thought of the fearful tales about the murders and depredations of the Skinners, that had been current of late, and wondered if they could be true.

Just as she began to get nervous about the protracted absence of the family, she was startled by a loud rapping at the front door, and before she could open it a number of armed men entered the room. They were all powerful, ill-looking fellows, with an appearance that clearly denoted the desperado, and were dressed in a half-civil, half-military costume, that was characteristic of those irregular foragers. Their leader walked up to the now trembling girl, and after questioning her as to the whereabouts of her father, and finding he was out asked, "Where does the old man keep his money?" The girl either not knowing or not caring to tell, replied with some spirit, "I do not think you have any right to know, and I shall not tell you."

The Skinner at this broke out with a volley of threats and imprecations; but not thinking it worth while to waste more time with the girl, left her in charge of one of the gang, and proceeded with the rest to search the house in quest of valuables. While the party was gone with their leader, the man left on guard entered into conversation with his prisoner, and told her that if his companions were unsuccessful in their hunt for treasure, her life was in great danger if she

The girl stammered out something about not knowing whether he had any or not, but still refused to say anything definite, one way or the other. The Skinner captain now ordered the execution to proceed, and the barrel was about to be shoved from under his victim, when a shot sounded upon the night air, and the robber leader lay dead. The next instant the barn was filled with British soldiers, and the girl was immediately released from her perilous situation. The soldiers had been brought by the owner of the house, who had returned home a few moments after the marauders had taken possession, and seeing how matters stood, left immediately for the British camp, which fortunately was not far distant. The commander at once despatched the squad of men that arrived so opportunely. It is hardly, however, to be supposed that the Skinners really intended to hang the girl (as that would have done them but little good), but merely thought to intimidate her into giving all the information she could about her father's affairs.

ARCHITECTURAL PROGRESS, AS SEEN IN THE RELIGIOUS EDIFICES

OF THE WORLD.

BY REV. WILLIAM BLACKWOOD, D.D., LL.D.

V. NORMAN ECCLESIASTICAL ARCHITECTURE.

He was a great builder of churches, of schools and of religious edifices; and thus owing to his con

nection with Lombardy a powerful influence passed northward over the Alps and became visible in all the lands over which his successor and the other Carlovingian monarchs ruled.

About the end of the ninth century, a fierce tribe of Scandinavians, after repeated invasions, succeeded in establishing themselves in the northwest of France. The district over which they secured an ascendancy was named Normandie, or Normandy, the people being afterwards known as

LAST month, it was observed that the features of Lombard churches appeared in ecclesiastical buildings on the north of the Alps, and in process of time the ecclesiastical edifices of Gaul and of the region about the Rhine presented a marked type, which combined elements indicating an Italian origin, associated with others that were local in their origin, the result being the development of the style known as the Norman. The Lombard influence extended to the North and to the South. In Sicily it produced a singular combination, inasmuch as it became mixed with the Oriental style which the Saracens had introduced into that island. Charlemagne brought Bavaria, Saxony and Lom- | kingdom, but a duchy held as a fief under the bardy to yield to his sceptre, it was natural to sovereign of the rest of France; nevertheless the expect that in architecture, as well as in other dukes of Normandy managed to exercise a kind matters connected with civilization, the less cul- of kingly sway until about the beginning of the tured lands would receive an influence from those thirteenth century, when the duchy lapsed to the in which the arts and sciences had prevailed. On French crown. It was during this period that the the death of his father Pepin, in A.D. 768, Char- Normans also established themselves in England lemagne succeeded to the sway of Austrasia and under William the Conqueror, and Sicily also had Neustria, and in A.D. 771, on the death of his to submit to Norman sway. Contrary to what brother Carloman, he became master of all the might have been expected from these Northern dominions of his father. Saxony and Lombardy sea rovers, as soon as they had securely settled were subjugated, and in A. D. 800 he was crowned at down in their new lands, they began to cultivate Rome by Pope Leo III. as Emperor of the West. the arts of peace. In the matter of architecture

When

INTERIOR OF WALTHAM ABBEY.

Normans. Strictly

speaking, Normandy

was not a distinct