sight of his pale colorless features and gleaming | fact? Rather exult and glory in the triumph you eyes. "Good heavens! what has happened?" "Nothing new-nothing but what I have ex-I pected from the very beginning. The curse of your genius has fallen upon me at last-and I have come to bid you farewell forever." "Raymond!-oh God! it must be a dream!" murmured the poor girl. "Yes, it will seem so to you; and you will write upon it so touchingly that the world will thrill, and wonder at such deep pathos, such rare eloquence; and pity you for the strange destiny that linked your fate with mine. There will be abundance of themes for poetry in the past; more especially the burlesque, if you have any talent that way." "He must be mad!" thought Catherine, shrinking from those glittering eyes. "It is a pity," continued her companion, more wildly," that you were not an eye-witness of the scene of to-day; the description would have been more graphic-more vivid! But nevertheless, there is no fear there will be wanting people to describe it to you to exult in your triumph-the triumph of your high intellect!-even though it should be founded on the ruin and disgrace of him whom in a few hours more you would have sworn, with false and lying lips, to love and honor. Pshaw! what! honor him whose name you have made a by-word and a scorn for evermore!" have achieved." "Nay, hear me, Raymond; for I swear it by all hold dear on earth! by my hope of heaven!—Not even to your mother." "Did I, then, think you, take the trouble to proclaim my own disgrace? If only we two knew of the occurrences of that night, one must have revealed them." "But the paper," continued Catherine, clinging in her agony and despair to a straw, "the paper upon which I wrote, could it have been found, and my hand-writing recognized?" 66 Impossible, since I burnt it to ashes before I retired to rest. "Are you sure-quite sure-every little bit?" Raymond turned away from her appealing glance with a fierce, impatient gesture. 66 "O, leave me not thus! Think for me-think for us both-how this could have come al-out. Indeed, indeed, I betrayed you not." "Nay, it was but natural, after all, that you should boast of what you had done; should tell it in confidence to some dear familiar friend-to De Lyle, perhaps not intending, for your own sake, that it should get blazoned forth to the world, lest you might have to blush for me for your husband.” He arose up tottering and feeble. "Raymond!" exclaimed the girl despairingly, "O, let us not part in anger-forgive me! pity me.' "Then you confess that it is as I have said?" "Now this is mockery!" said Berrington, struggling to free himself from her detaining grasp. "Raymond!" exclaimed Catherine, "speak to "No, I deny it; and would with my latest breath. me-speak plainly-what fearful mystery is this?" And you believe me! O say that you believe me! "No mystery-no secret now, but the common Look not on me thus-I feel that we must part, but talk of the town-nay, by this time all D. is let it be in kindness." ringing with the strange news. But you need not turn so pale; for every sneer uttered against my name will be mingled with praises of the rare and versatile genius of her who, serpent-like, first deceived and then betrayed me! Oh Catherine! was there no other pathway to fame-to popularity but over the ruins of a heart that loved and trusted you!" He sat down and covered his face with his hands; while the fearful truth burst slowly over the mind of his horror-stricken companion. It mattered not how this had got abroad-he was lost to her forever! as he had said, the curse of her genius had fallen upon them both A faintness, even unto death, crept over her whole frame; but she endeavored to arouse herself-they must not part thus in bitterness and anger. If he could only be brought to forgive her-to say that he believed her innocent, then Heaven would give her strength to bear the test. And, kneeling down by his side, she tried to speak calmly-to still the wild beating of her throbbing temples-to collect her wandering thoughts. But no words came, only tears; burning, irrepressible tears, that saved her heart from breaking. "I believe," continued Berrington, in the same tone, "that this disclosure is somewhat premature and unexpected; that you had not thought it would have reached my ears so soon-perhaps not until after the wedding to-morrow. But I cannot be too thankful for my escape. And yet it seems, as you say, like a dream, to remember how you looked and spoke and smiled on that night, beguiling me to my doom!" "Heaven is my witness," said Catherine, in a broken voice," that no syllable of what passed then has ever been breathed by me to a single living soul." "Pshaw! why seek to deny a plain and palpable 66 Raymond, I confess that I have been to blame; that it is all my own fault. I was too ambitious; but it was for you. I should never have written again: I had been warned-I promised that I would not; but it was for you-for you. O God! I am bitterly punished." Berrington felt his strength failing him, and the hand she held in hers trembled strangely; but it was from weakness of body, rather than any wavering of that stern and iron heart. 66 My father!" continued Catherine: "what shall I say to him? To Walter? Must all be known?" "Everything; and De Lyle will curse me, as he did once before. And then there will be a duel, as there should be in all romances--should there not?" The girl clasped her hands wildly together, and groaned aloud in her agony, while Berrington moved hastily towards the door. "Raymond!" exclaimed she, springing forward, and forgetting all but her love and care at sight of his feebleness, "you must not walk home." "What! you fear that the very boys in the street might hoot at me?" "No, only lest you should be taken ill." "Not you; may you be happier than I could ever have rendered you: but for me, I care not how soon it may please Heaven in its mercy to take me to itself." "These passionate complaints will sound marvellously well in poetry," said her companion mockingly; "and with a little care, may be turned to good account. What says your favorite author of such griefs? It was only last night we were reading it— "Into work the poet kneads them,— And he does not die till then!" Catherine lifted up her large eyes to his face, full of gentle pleading; but there was no reproach in them. Her words, could she have spoken, would have been loving still; but speech seemed denied her; and he passed away and left her thus. it is, indeed, which may justly arrest one's attenthe estimates of the growth and progress of this tion, and serve to prove that even exaggeration in country, can hardly keep pace with reality. After deep distress and the development of consumption in Raymond, his mother steels herself to confess the truth; the lovers are reconciled on the Byronic hero's deathbed; and Kate survives, to exhibit the moral of resignation and single-bless-appropriation of the public treasure, to promote, edness, though an old lover is sighing for her. From Cist's Advertiser of Cincinnati. Another consideration is forcibly suggested by this comparison-that Mr. Polk, and his school of politicalism, and Gen. Cass too, who promises that, if elected, he will continue the system of the present administration-while admitting that the constitution of the United States authorizes the facilitate, and render more secure, our foreign commerce, and consequently with that view to deepen harbors, construct breakwaters, erect lighthouses, public piers, &c., on the sea board-yet pertinaciously deny that the same objects can be Few persons, even among our own citizens, constitutionally undertaken and accomplished for entertain adequate notions respecting the extent and internal commerce-so that the Ohio, the Missismagnitude of western business. If I were to sippi, and the lakes, which bear upon their bosom assert that the exports of Cincinnati surpassed those annual exports from Cincinnati alone, to the of New York, I should startle even intelligent persons here, and incur ridicule elsewhere, if the amount of fifty-five millions of dollars, may not be assertion were left without its proper evidence. rendered less dangerous to navigation, at the cost The proof is as easily made, however, as the state-of the common treasury! ment. The exports of New York, in 1847, amounted to $52,879,274. This exceeded the exports of 1846 by sixteen millions, and the exports of 1846 exceeded those of any previous year. The mere statement of such a distinction is sufficient, at all times, to prove its absurdity-but when this absurdity is put in still bolder relief by such a fact, as in the above comparison between the trade of New York and Cincinnati, one may hope that even the blindness of party, and the narrowness of the Baltimore platform, will be made to give way to common sense, common justice, and the common welfare.-N. Y. Courier. The exports of Cincinnati for 1847, which was the first year during which any register of exports was kept, were in value $55,735,252, being an excess over those of New York amounting to nearly three millions of dollars. I might insist on a still greater disparity being exhibited, in the fact, that over five millions of dollars of the New York exports consisted of specie, an article in no degree an industrial product, and whose export, in fact, Sabbath Scripture Readings. By the late Dr. CHALought to be deducted from the business operations of New York, rather than be permitted to swell their amount. These statistics serve distinctly to show the vast superiority of interior to foreign commerce, as a means of adding to the wealth of any community. The probability is that five times the amount of productive industry was sustained in our shipments over theirs the great body of their exports being merely forwarding of the products of the west. We give place to the above extract as one eminently fitted to arrest attention. We have not examined the figures, nor is it material, so far as the mere fact is concerned, of the greater amount of exports from this city or Cincinnati. But that there should be any means of comparison at all is the startling, and, let us add, the gratifying fact, that a city like Cincinnati, which has sprung into being within the memory of living men, covering with its populous streets and firmset mansions, and storehouses, and school-houses and churches-a region reclaimed from the savage within comparatively few years-should be already competing in trade with New York-the Queen of the Seas-among the earliest settlements of Europeans upon our shores-a city in short, of quite respectable antiquity in this New World, and as is commonly thought of a good deal of commercial activity, enterprise and wealth-this MERS. New York: Harper & Brothers. A VOLUME of the posthumous works of this disbath Readings," it will be remembered, were the tinguished divine and philosopher. These "Sabprivate remarks and annotations of the author, and were never by him designed to meet the public eye; therefore, as indicative of his most retired religious they will be regarded as peculiarly interesting, meditations and devotions. They will form two volumes; the first, now before us, being devoted exclusively to the New Testament. Ewbank's Hydraulics and Mechanics. New York: Greeley & McElrath. WE have noticed the successive numbers of this work as they have appeared. The entire treatise is now completed, forming a handsome octavo volume. We are free to say that a more instructive and entertaining volume has rarely if ever been issued from the American press. There is scarcely a subject connected with hydraulics or the mechanic arts, from the remotest ages to the present time, that is not illustrated, by both author and engraver, in the volume; and the descriptions and explanations, drawn from ancient and modern sources inaccessible to the general reader, are written in a very popular and pleasant vein. Mr. Ewbank has given us a "treasury of knowledge" on these subjects, of incalculable use to the professed mechanician, and to the general reader really of more absorbing interest than many books having a more captivating title.-N. Y. Com. Adv. VERSICLES DREADFUL HURRICANE.—On the night of the 18th August, about one thousand boats, each manned by (FOR FATHERS AND MOTHERS ONLY) ON AN IN-five fishermen, left the various ports of the coast of FANT DAUGHTER'S FIRST WALKING. BY JAMES GREGOR GRANT. HA! ambitious little elf! Fair and softly-soft and fairly- Or the merest breath that met thee, Helm a-weather! steady, steady! Anchor now, or turn in time, Nay! adventurous little ship! Scotland, betwixt Stonehaven and Frazerburgh, for the herring fishery. When at the offing, at about an average distance of ten miles, and the nets down, the wind, which had continued during the day at south and south-west, suddenly chopped out to the south-east with rain. At about twelve o'clock it blew a gale, the rain falling in torrents, and the night was so dark that none of the land lights could be seen. As soon as the gale came some of the fishermen began to haul their nets, but the sea ran so high that most of the fleet had to run for the shore to save life. At Fraserburgh, the boats being to leeward of Kinnaird's Head, which forms the entrance to the Murray Frith, were less exposed than the boats to the southward, and managed to get a landing without loss of life; but at Peterhead, which is the easternmost point of the coast, and altogether exposed to an easterly gale, seventy out of the 400 boats that were fishing there are missing, and there is too much reason to fear that most if not all of them are wrecked or sunk. At daybreak on Saturday morning the scene that presented itself along the shore between the Buchanness lighthouse and the entrance to the south harbor, was of the most appalling description. The whole coast for a mile and a half was strewed with wrecks and the dead bodies of fishermen. Twenty-three corpses were carried into Peterhead before nine o'clock, and at the time the latest accounts left others were being constantly thrown ashore among the wreck on the sands or the rocks. Forty boats were wrecked within the circuit of half a mile, and so sudden and awful was the catastrophe that no means of succoring or saving the distressed and perishing fishermen could be devised. It is calculated that along the coast not fewer than 100 lives are lost. The fearful nature of these accidents on the Scottish coast is attributed to the use of open instead of decked boats in the herring fishing. REMEDY FOR TOOTHACHE.-A mixture of two parts of the liquid ammonia of commerce with one of some simple tincture is recommended as a remedy for toothache, so often uncontrollable. A piece of lint is dipped into this mixture, and then introduced into the carious tooth, when the nerve is immediately cauterized, and the pain stopped. It is stated to be eminently successful, and in some cases is supposed to act by neutralizing an acid product in the decayed tooth.-Lancet. A PIANOFORTE has been exhibited in London by M. Scherr, of Philadelphia; in which the attempt to conciliate the form of the square with the power of the grand pianoforte has been once again made with tolerable success. The instrument is easy in its touch, and its tone is brilliant, though thinner in quality than we English altogether like. The register, too, is fairly even-a desideratum not attained in many of the new inventions. M. Scherr, who belongs to Denmark, must hardly look to putting our own "trusty and well-beloved" makers out of court; but his work seems to be conscientiously and solidly executed-and creditably to illustrate the musical requisitions of the country of his adoption. No pianofortes sent out from Europe abide the climate of the New World.-Athenæum. CHAPTER VIII.-THE FIRST SORROW. Standing with reluctant feet, IDA was no longer a child. Seventeen years and six months had done their best to rob her of that sweet name; yet of the reality which the name implies they could not rob her. Her soul was still a clear mirror, unused to reflect anything but blue skies, shadowy woods, and loving faces. She was sitting on the shore at Mrs. Chester's feet, her cheek leaning against the knee of her friend, her lap full of shells and seaweed gathered in the evening's excursion, her eyes fixed upon the waters which were slowly heaving themselves out of purple shadow into golden light, under a sky vibrating with the thousand hues of sunset, and sprinkled all over with small bright clouds, some like frosted silver, and some like fragments severed from a rainbow. Her fair hair fell backwards from a face so pure, so radiant, so placid, that you might have fancied it the countenance of some guardian angel who had never needed to weep for the sins of its human charge. The deep, almost stern melancholy which was the habitual expression of Mrs. Chester's beautiful features, contrasted very painfully with such a vision of peace. Their voices blended in the tones of a solemn melody, to which Percy had adapted words suitable to the time : Casting life down At pleasure, to resume it as a crown? Or that our holier prayer Still consecrates thy symbol, that our fanes Plant their pure altars where Thine Eastern glory rains, Drops prophet-mantles on our beds of rest? Here, watching, let us kneel Through the still darkness of this grave-like time, Till on our ears shall steal A whisper, then a chime, And then a chorus: earth has burst her prison, The sign is in the skies! the sun is risen! "The whisper is on the earth already," said Mrs. Chester in a tone of enthusiasm, as the last notes died away; 66 at least," she added, sighing, "for those who can hear it." "Dear Ida looked inquiringly into her face. Madeline," said she, "how sad you look to-night! Is there any renson?" "Yes-no-I don't know," replied Mrs. Chester, absently; "it is my birth day, Ida, and that is a time to be grave. I am afraid of the day. Every great change which has happened to me throughout my life, has either begun or been completed on this day, and there is scarcely one of them that I would not recall if I could." Ida took her friend's hand hesitatingly between her own, seemed about to speak, but checked herself, and after a moment's pause, said with a manner of assumed carelessness, "Was it to-day that you first came to live at Croye?" 66 She No, no-yet my coming to live here-But let us talk of something else, my Ida." spoke with effort, and turned away her face. Why of something else?" said Ida, persuasively. "You said once that the day might come when you would tell me all about yourself. It is not fair to keep from me the privilege of knowing why you are unhappy, when we love each other so dearly." "But I am not unhappy, love," replied Mrs. Chester; 66 why should you think so? I never said so." "Said so!" exclaimed Ida, " but who is there that would come and look into your face and spread out his hands, and make a bow, and say, 'Look at me! see how unhappy I am!' If I were to see such a person, I should not believe that he had the capacity for unhappiness. But you-you are lively in conversation, and grave when you think nobody sees you; you laugh openly, and sigh when you think nobody hears you; and sometimes you start and answer sharply when you are not angry, and tremble when there is nothing to be afraid of. Besides, you never throw out hints that you are not so gay as you seem; on the contrary, you delight to assure people that you are really cheerful when you seem out of spirits-indeed, I never heard you say as much about yourself before as you said just now. So the time is come, is it not, dearest Madeline (throwing her arms caressingly around her)-I am not a child any longeryou are going to make a friend of me?" "You are both my child and my friend," replied Mrs. Chester, a few reluctant tears slowly breaking from her eyes; "but indeed this is all a mistake; you have watched me, out of your fondness, till you fancied what had no real existence. I have every reason to be grateful." "Grateful and happy are not the same, are they?" said Ida ponderingly. 66 Ought they not to be the same?" inquired her friend. "Why, no, I think not surely not," answered Ida. "We may be grateful for reproof, and yet sorrowful because we deserve it. I am sure that is what I often feel. Why do you smile! Oh! for press you are thinking that I deserve it, now, VERSICLES (FOR FATHERS AND MOTHERS ONLY) ON AN INFANT DAUGHTER'S FIRST WALKING. BY JAMES GREGOR GRANT. HA! ambitious little elf! Fair and softly-soft and fairly- Or the merest breath that met thee, Helm a-weather! steady, steady! Anchor now, or turn in time, Nay! adventurous little ship! DREADFUL HURRICANE.-On the night of the 18th August, about one thousand boats, each manned by five fishermen, left the various ports of the coast of Scotland, betwixt Stonehaven and Frazerburgh, for the herring fishery. When at the offing, at about an average distance of ten miles, and the nets down, the wind, which had continued during the day at south and south-west, suddenly chopped out to the south-east with rain. At about twelve o'clock it blew a gale, the rain falling in torrents, and the night was so dark that none of the land lights could be seen. As soon as the gale came some of the fishermen began to haul their nets, but the sea ran so high that most of the fleet had to run for the shore to save life. At Fraserburgh, the boats being to leeward of Kinnaird's Head, which forms the entrance to the Murray Frith, were less exposed than the boats to the southward, and managed to get a landing without loss of life; but at Peterhead, which is the easternmost point of the coast, and altogether exposed to an easterly gale, seventy out of the 400 boats that were fishing there are missing, and there is too much reason to fear that most if not all of them are wrecked or sunk. At daybreak on Saturday morning the scene that presented itself along the shore between the Buchanness lighthouse and the entrance to the south harbor, was of the most appalling description. The whole coast for a mile and a half was strewed with wrecks and the dead bodies of fishermen. Twenty-three corpses were carried into Peterhead before nine o'clock, and at the time the latest accounts left others were being constantly thrown ashore among the wreck on the sands or the rocks. Forty boats were wrecked within the circuit of half a mile, and so sudden and awful was the catastrophe that no means of succoring or saving the distressed and perishing fishermen could be devised. It is calculated that along the coast not fewer than 100 lives are lost. The fearful nature of these accidents on the Scottish coast is attributed to the use of open instead of decked boats in the herring fishing. REMEDY FOR TOOTHACHE.-A mixture of two parts of the liquid ammonia of commerce with one of some simple tincture is recommended as a remedy for toothache, so often uncontrollable. A piece of lint is dipped into this mixture, and then introduced into the carious tooth, when the nerve is immediately cauterized, and the pain stopped. It is stated to be eminently successful, and in some cases is supposed to act by neutralizing an acid product in the decayed tooth.-Lancet. A PIANOFORTE has been exhibited in London by M. Scherr, of Philadelphia; in which the attempt to conciliate the form of the square with the power of the grand pianoforte has been once again made with tolerable success. The instrument is easy in its touch, and its tone is brilliant, though thinner in quality than we English altogether like. The register, too, is fairly even-a desideratum not attained in many of the new inventions. M. Scherr, who belongs to Denmark, must hardly look to putting our own trusty and well-beloved" makers out of court; but his work seems to be conscientiously and solidly executed-and creditably to illustrate the musical requisitions of the country of his adop tion. No pianofortes sent out from Europe abide the climate of the New World.-Athenæum. 66 |