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van of guests we were soon driven to the porch, Our hostess had peeped at the shocking creaon which the moon was pouring out the richest tures, as she called them, and she seemed glad rays that ever danced in her round saloon. A enough when they had gone. lone whippoorwill was singing, though that bird How far off,” said she, “ will they get tois very rare on the West of the Ridge. The In- day ?” dians had been stalking about and looking sus- “ I do not know,” said I, “but they will take piciously at every thing, until, by our pipes, they a long tramp before night-fall.” were brought like myself into a state of deli- “I did not sleep a wink,” she remarked, “the cious repose. We looked like a company of whole night; and if but a mouse moved, it made Dutchmen on Manhattan island, except that, in me tremble from head to foot.” the light of the moon, the Indian peculiarities “ Really," answered I, “your nerves are too were so distinct. The lunar rays shed alternate feeble to keep an inn. Your philanthropy does gleams on their bracelets, their beaded sandals not seem to bear you out.

You must expect and the fantastic knots into which the hair on such things, their heads was cut.

For at this wayside lodge the angler calls, " To what tribe," said I to the interpreter, The rambling sportsman, and the travelling Jew, “ do these Indians belong, for they are stouter And Indians sleep within these rustic walls, than usual ?"

Whilst Blue Ridge flowers drink in the nightly dew." " To the Osage nation,” he replied, “and we chose the tallest, as we had business with Uncle

“But," said she, “your taste is so singular. Sam."

You make up to 'every body that comes here,

whether Jew, or Greek, or Turk, and yet you “When a boy," I remarked, “I remember reading of that tribe or nation in the explorations of

never go near pastor Morrison, who is a chris

tian man." Lewis and Clarke, but Prairies and Prairie dogs

" Has the pastor complained,” inquired I, "of were the sum and substance of their journals. Still my imagination was fed on the large desert any want of attention on my part ?"

“fle complains heavily,” she replied, " that flowers which skirted the Missouri, and on the

you do not spend a night at the manse. He honey extracted by the Prairie bees. But these raises his daughters not to dance and reel: but Indians are well dressed."

to enlarge their minds and improve their taste. " True," he rejoined, “Uncle Sam has bled A five minutes talk with Norah Morrison is worth rather freely of late, after making them bleed at a long talk with those horrid beasts of prey, in every pore."

whom you took such vast delight.” “Glad to hear that," I replied, " for the In- “ A stop," said I, “shall soon be put to the dians once owned this Shenandoah valley, now complaints of the pastor, for it is my intention in burdened with crops of wheat and flowers that the morning to ride over to the manse." more than rival the roses which spring on the At this my landlady was pleased, and she island of Rhodes, and where the birds sing more promised to meet me at the kirk the day after, sweetly than the colibri of Brazil. But at pres- when we would return in company. Accordent they own not an inch of this rural sea, on ingly, the writer set out next day and ambled whose margin their sires culled wampum shells, over the intervening space to the abode of a man and from whose chrystal caves they pulled the highly revered by his flock. spar and bead. But," continued I, “ are these

What a fine country,” we involuntarily exIndians all of the same rank ?"

claimed on riding up to the gate of the manse. " The one,” he replied, “who sits there is a What mountains visible too from the door of the chief, and the one next him is the prophet. They parsonage !—a wide, open, panoramic view with are both men of influence."

which the eye of the imagination played in proThe interpreter gave me a mass of informa- tracted dalliance. The eye seemed to caress the tion about the Indian country, and the next morn- prospect and the prospect returned the fondness, ing, after shooting at a few pieces of silver which and this billing and cooing went on till night were set up as targets, they filed off by a short closed the panorama. cut through the woods. In the name of the "Are

you

fond of books?" said Norah Morrichief the interpreter gave me a calumet, which son, and she seemed disposed to fall into easy had a large bowl, and he also gave me a wam- conversation. pum belt, for which my thanks were conveyed “I did not come here," said I, " to study books, in the following lines from Gertrude of Wyo- but to think.”

“We were in hopes,” she rejoined, Peace be to thee; my words this belt

had come among us to take off the tameness of

approve, The paths of peace my steps have always led.

our mountain scenery by pen or pencil."

ming;

that you

“ You cannot mean," said I, “ to detract from “ Would it not suit better at the church?” enthis glorious manifestation of themselves, made quired the pastor. by your mountains, by calling them iame." “ It would not,” answered the New Englander.

“My meaning is,” she replied, “ that descrip-" The building is too large, and the roof too high tion would augment by association this lovely for the lark-like voices which are to take part in vale not surpassed by any in Italy, but then it the concert.” looks drowsy because no Raffaelle has ever col- “ Be it just as you please," answered the paslected its lights and colors, and no poet comes at tor, who was a man remarkably mild. He carthe head of the pilgrims who pass through it in ried below its brow a soft blue eye, and he was caravans,

very lowly and unpretending in his demeanor.

He had not even a touch of self-complacency, and
When summer, with a matron grace,
Retreats to cool and woodland shades."

the next morning he mounted not a showy horse

and rode off with us to his church. The church “But,” rejoined I,“ my powers with the pencil was like those which prevail in the valley. It are very circumscribed, and as to poetry, my was large and commodious, and filled to overhopes of being a poet are extremely dim." flowing. Horses in great numbers were tied in

“Poetry," said she, “however it may be the woods. Some were grey and others sorrel, decried, adds much to our enjoyments. It has chesnut and mouse-colored. Among the arricreated a sea equal to the circumference of the vals we noticed that of my landlady, who rode world. One it seems to me would like to dash up to a block, and the writer, after helping her about this sea forever, using the imagination for off, fastened her steed to the bough of an oak. a skiff, and looking down to its mosaic grottoes, Just then we heard the sound of music in the or upward to those orbs which turn over and church, and our pastor, after going through the over again in its heavenly vaults.”

preliminary services, delivered a discourse which “But its islands," I remarked. “Would you would have done honor to Fenelon, the bishop of not like to visit its islands ?

Clermont. His eloquence was mild and per"By all means," she replied, " for they are suasive. It put me in mind of the town called so green, or rather they are evergreens which Scarborough, in the shire of York, which is built have risen, and new ones are still rising on the on an elevation, and the hill is overspread by a face of that sea. How many old abbeys, cas- green plain, and in the centre is a well covered tles and chateaux may be found even in one voy- with velvet moss, from which the thirsty inhahiage to the English, Scotch, or Swiss, or Italian tants are supplied. To his flock the mouth of parts of this immense ocean.”

pastor Morrison was at least a kind of oriental “You talk," said I, very much like an orni- well, and after church he asked me to return with thologist who called at our inn some weeks ago.” him, but my obligations to my hostess were par

"We heard of him," said she, “and could not amount. It turned out a quiet Sabbath evening, help laughing immoderately at the success of the and never had our Inn a more pleasant look Yankee, in palming himself off as a lover of that among the larkspurs and sun flowers which were h science which drew forth such constant and bril- set out on its premises. liant eloquence from Buffon, and which has Our little establishment, for several days, asquickened into a pedestrian race the footsteps of sumed an air of unusual tranquillity. The writer Wilson, and which has spread out ten thousand was left in full command of his time. Scarcely a silver, and purple, and orange wings to the ever- team enlivened the road, several of which slowly moving pencil of Audubon."

passed along every day; the horses ornamented By this time I began to think that the com- with jingling bells and red winkers. In the mean mendation which my hostess had bestowed on time the attentions of my hostess were redoubled the talk of Norah Morrison was not extravagant. to make me comfortable. The cherry season She was about twenty-two, and had a very open had passed away, but we had peaches in abunand benevolent expression of countenance. She dance and apricots of delicious flavor.

The had never seen a city, but yet her manners were weather had become extremely hot, and cool soft, and prepossessing, and sprightly. Our talk, buttermilk was a beverage quite grateful. Much however, was interrupted by the entrance of the of my time was spent in the summer-house. It pastor and of my friend Emmons.

was pleasant to hide one's self beneath its crowd“Did you succeed,” said I to the latter, “in ed leaves among the fierce heats of July. getting a school ?

“ Pilgrimage," said I, to our hostess,“ seems “ Several,” he replied, “and my thanks are to slacken." due for that introductory note you gave me to “ It is something,” she said, “ like a brookpastor Morrison. It is my purpose, too, in four that dries up in very hot weather; but after awhile weeks to hold a concert at the Forest Inn." its murmur will recommence."

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* The dust," said I, "is enough to blind man sed among planets and constellations and comets, and horse and prevent intercourse."

though doubtless the dairy-maid would be a good " But there is a cloud rising," observed my deal interested in the Milky Way." landlady—and sure enough, upon examining the " I bow," said the astronomer, “to your supehorizon, we found every indication of a rain. rior judgment; but will thank you for a note to

It proved to be a lavish one for the time it the next town.” lasted. It refreshed every thing, and when pass- “ That shall be freely given," I replied, " for it ed, the sun rolled over the valley a bow of uncom- is the duty of all to help on a man of expanded mon tints ; and it made me think of Tom Camp- intellect; and especially where all his views are bell's lines to that superb arch which so often celestial.” adorns the sky. But the coolness, as contrasted “ And now, friend Levon, we must attend to with the previous heat, was superb. All the your claims.” woods seemed to unlock delightful grottoes, and “ A chest of curiosities," he observed. the birds escaped from their nests to the glades, " For the sight of which you wish to be paid. and the melody lasted till evening led in its pio- Nature has marked you for a Jew: but from your Deer star. After enjoying the night till a rea- partaking with us in our meal, we doubt not that sonable hour, I was about retiring, when three you have been engrafted into the stock of Chrisarrivals put a temporary stop to my purpose. tianity. Where were you born ?" They were disposed of in the best way possible, "In Poland," he replied. considering the time at which they had come. “And where did you become a Christian ?” The morning revealed their faces : but they ap- " In England,” he rejoined. peared to be more concerned about business and " And of what is this curiosity-shop compomoney, than about holding colloquies.

sed ?" "Friend Clemmons," said I, "you seem to be “ Some pebbles," he replied, “from the brook somewhat fidgety. What's your will ?" Kedron-a bottle of water from the Jordan

“My will is, he replied," " to sell a Map of the some leaves from the Mount of Olives-some World, and one of the United States, and an en-spars from Mount Tabor-some sprigs from the graved plate of all our Presidents.”

plain of Sharon-and sundry other things too " Let us look at your goods."

numerous to be mentioned.” At that, he unrolled several finely-colored maps. “Credat Judæus," said I. " Are they genuine,

"My purse,” said I, “is extremely low, but for much money has been made out of the relics our hostess is a friend to learning, and a first-rate of Palestine. If I thought so, I should esteem a geographer, and your articles are worth what guinea but a small compensation for the sight.” you ask—that is, ten dollars for the large map, “You are quite skeptical,” he remarked, “but and two dollars and fifty cents for the smaller, these things were collected by my own hand. and thirty-seven-and-a-half cents for the heads My feet have stood in the dust of Jerusalem, and of our rulers. They will make pretty and use on the margin of Gennesareth, and among the ful ornaments for our inn. Let your charges al- crags of Olivet, and on the summit of Tabor. ways be fair, for Cowper says in his Tyrocinium, This eye has roved over the fallen glories of the

land that once flowed with milk and honey, and • Truth is not local-God alike pervade3

watched the smoke that curled from the pipes of The world of traffic and the quiet shades.""

turbaned Turks." But just at that moment, our landlady made her “Enough,” said I; “let others call your peoappearance.

ple dogs, usurers, Shylocks; but such a sin shall "You must,” said I, "shell out twelve dollars not be laid to my charge. Unlock your chest :" and eighty-seven-and-a-half cents for these chat- and my hostess, and her domestics, and a few tels. Examine them, for they are worth the neighbors came in to see; after which the three money. The vender is in a hurry,” and at that, pilgrims went on their way. she went to her drawer and produced the silver. We needed now several more passers-by to

** And now, friend Pritchett, let us hear some- swell our coterie to the same number that asthing from you."

sembled in Southwark, and among whom Chau“ My vocation,” said he, “ is to lecture on Mod-cer employed his comic pencil. For this reason em Astronomy, and to show off birds and ani- the writer was disconcerted to see our next travmals by the Magic Lantern."

eller arriving alone. He was far as possible " It is my opinion,” said I, “that you had bet- from being communicative, for he either was, or ter go on to Buchanan, or Fincastle, where there pretended to be dumb. There was no ingenuity are men of science. This inn is so lonely. The by which we could extort from him even a word. blacksmith might come in, or a dairy-maid, or a “ Have you no tongue ?" said I to the man; harvester-but each of them would be bewilder-I but he looked with a vacant stare. We imme

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diately supposed that his taciturnity resulted from would be sweet. My hut took fire, and this cart want of acquaintance with our language, and we is my

all." tried various expedients with him to ascertain By this time we had lifted out the child. whether this were the fact. There was a copy “Oh lay me down,” she said, “where I can of Petrarch's Sonnets at the inn, and as he seem- give thanks and die." ed to be an Italian, we showed them to him, • Poor child,” thought I, “it would please me supposing he would utter articulate sounds in to heal you ;" but my emotions were far too deep that melodious language. But he maintained a for utterance. dogged silence. Finding my patience exhaust- My landlady was weeping bitterly. - The ed, he drew from his pocket an old, worn-out child,” said she, “is dying. Send for Pastor paper, being a printed certificate that the indi- Morrison.'' vidual had once lived near the ruins of Hercula- “Would he come ?I enquired. neum and Pompeii, and that his cottage had been " He would in a moment,” she replied. He overwhelmed by a late commotion in Mount Ve- lives in obscurity, but he can tell by intuition suvius, and of course that he was an object of whenever there is a cloud over a house, just as charity. This great travelling story was palpa- a blind man, like Professor Sanderson, who could bly false, and we immediately denounced him as tell by touching the ground.” an impostor.

" And of what service can be be to the child ?" “I am glad," said my landlady, "to find you Service,” said she; "he has rolled the Star so knowing."

of Bethlehem into a thousand clouds." “But,” said I to the man, “it is my wish to My sensibility was now all alive, and in about talk about Naples, Mount Pausilippo, the tomb of an hour and twenty minutes, Pastor Morrison Virgil, and the ruins of those cities overwhelmed alighted at the inn. He was much affected in the year 79. I will agree to give you all the when he entered and saw that the child was dysilver contained in the circumference of this dol-ing. lar. Birds that can sing and won't sing, must be “My dear little child," he said, as he felt her made to sing." Still this Italian stranger refused pulse, “I was just reading an account, when calı to talk. My dollar was then returned to my purse ed to you, of a medicinal spring discovered in a and he beckoned to go; but all of a sudden, he gold mine. Religion then, like the gold, can fell into quite an agreeable garrulity and answer- make you rich, and like the spring, it can heal ed all my inquiries.

you to enter into the bloom of Heaven." After this he decamped, and had the telegraph " It is mine, already,” replied the child, as she been invented at that time, it would have been opened her blue eyes above her cheeks, which very well to have published him along the line of were feverish and red as the French rose. “Good his travels as a dumb man, whom six Virginia minister,” she continued, “I want to be baptishillings could make loquacious.

But my apprehensions were at this time quite “Pastor Morrison," said I, “a Christian Jew excited by the fact that my hostess insisted that passed here some weeks ago, who, as a great fashe had heard the Banshee, or some cry that be- vour, gave me a vial full of genuine water from tokened her death.

the river of Jordan.” “ Are you of Irish extraction ?" I remarked. "Let it be brought out then," said the pastor.

“ Not at all,” she replied ; " but much of this And he used it in the celebration of the rite, valley was settled by the Scotch Irish, and they and soon after her body went into a sleep as proselyted me to their creed even in my girl- sound as death and her spirit into Paradise. We hood. Our dogs have been whining for several buried her at the foot of the garden, and her benights."

reaved parents passed on to the West, but not Upon reflection, however, this piece of super- till Pastor Morrison's influence had filled the old stition gave me no concern, till one day a covered man's cart and put a new horse into gear for his cart, drawn by a poor tottering horse, drove up use. to the door of the inn. The horse was glad In beginning this paper, it was my intention enough to stop, for he was fairly staggering to give some account of the concert held at our under his burden. The crazy vehicle was own- inn, by the Vermonter mentioned at its opening. ed by a poor man and his wife, who begged our But a recurrence to the demise of that little child help to list from the cart a feverish daughter has made me sad. The concert happened but a about, as they said, eleven years of age. few days before my leaving, towards the close of

“Whither were you going ?" said I to the the summer, and went off very well. Norah Morman.

rison was at it, and outsung all the rest. The Any where,” he answered, “ to escape star- mugs on the mantel-piece were all filled with vation. The oil of whales, or stunted roots,' pinks and hyacinths. Soon after it was enacted,

zed."

• The great

my intention of leaving was communicated to my kind hostess.

II. Can't you stay? Must you go?" she en- Spirit! I seek thee in the solemn night-quired.

Through the long walches, till the morning light, "Certainly must," I replied.

I seek thee, but in vain! world calls me, and though I expect to act in

The clear calm stars and moonbeams on me shine,

They bring no calmness to this heart of mineit but a small part, that small part must be acted.

No quiet lo this brain; We have talked with travellers; but it's time for But pale and anxious, by sad thonghts opprest, me to become a homeward pedestrian. Accept l turn and toss, 'till morn (0! welcome guest,) my best thanks, and my souvenirs will always

Bringeth the light again: return to your quiet home when summer is utter

And then, once more I close my drooping lids,

But memory still thy soothing reign forbids ! ing its deep and loud voices." “Adieu, then,” she said. “Adieu—but come

IV. again."

Spirit invoked, oh! vainly: thou hast not "I will,” was my reply, “ si vita supersit.The power to chase the shadows from my lot ;

And now, in the words of Sir Walter Ra- The gift is not with thee! leigh

But one, who hath been called thine elder-brother,

Who soon or late all human woe doth smother--
"Give me my scallop shell of quiet,

Will be more kind 10 me.
My staff of truth to walk upon

He will not scorn this sinking heart's appeal-
My scrip of joy-immortal diet-

Which bath no sorrow but his touch can heal
My boule of salvation.

Most sure and lastingly.
My hope of glory-Hope's true gage,

Spirit! no more thy presence I compel,
And thus I take my Pilgrimage."

But turn beneath his shadowy wing to dwell!
Ringwood, Va.

New York.

THE NEW PYTHAGOREAN.

SPIRIT OF SLEEP.

CHAPTER SECOND.

BY MRS. E. J. EAMES.

Oh gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse ;-
How have I nighted thee, that thou no more
Wilt steep my senses in forgelfulness?

Shakespeare,

I
Spirit that hidest 'neath thy brooding wing
The many-million woes and cares that spring

In man's harsh path by day,--
Thou who dost fold Earth's tired ones to thy breast,
And on their beary eyelids softly rest,

Chasing their cares away :--
Thou whose sweet ministry o'er the silent world
Is felt-where'er thy pinion is unsurled,

Oh! unseen spirit! say,
By whal enchanted spell-what magic sign
1, 100, may hope to take thy blessings mine ?--

II.
Spirit of universal Nature's rest-
Refresher of the frame by toil opprest,

Or lingering illness bow'rl.
Sweet influence that is ever, ever woo'd
Both for the restless mind, and languid mood,

For the hopes and fears that crowd
Into our little life, and through the day
Prompt us to rise, or struggle as we may,--

How shall the weary-bow'd
And weary-bearted win thy bland caress,
O, thou ! that bast such holy power to bless?

It would be a rich fruit indeed of spells and enchantments, a noble crown of mystical lore, could we call up the men of the olden time,

whose spirits should give us living light upon the grand old cities, their arts, their poetry, their every-day thoughts and ways of life. Could we evoke, for instance, some man who had lived at Athens in her grandest days, who should appear not awaking from three and twenty centuries of dreamless slumber, but knowing the present, remembering the past, and bearing in his one spirit the scenes, and events, and thoughts, which man evolved in the intervening years, it would be truly a glorious shade. The real shades of the men of Athens, like those of other men, have entered into that immortality not of earth, of which their half-inspired Plato dreamed. But there is also an earthly immortality of which men speak, not altogether in a figure; and shades

which, whether in fact or in figure, inhabit those earthly immortalities. And even here, farther west than his sires' islands of the Blest," such an one may not disrespectfully be invited to give us at least the shadow of light upon things of old.

come. You shall hear me if you will hear. Let your spirit fly far backwards in the long journey of the marching years. Of a distant age, of

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