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entrance, covered her face with both hearted wife, and a tall, slender, moher hands, through which tears trick- dest looking daughter, alike employed led down upon the old deal table.- in ministering to his parting comforts. “ Marion !” said the minister, “com- I heard him say, in one of his stentopose yourself, and list your heart to rian whispers, casting a long look of Him, in whose presence you are so parental fondness after his girl, who soon to exchange a solemn vow." had been sent to fetch something forShe looked up, dried her eyes, and gotten,-" I maun see Jeanie blyther showed a countenance, lovely even in and fatter ere I come hame. I doubt tears, when the door hastily opened, that sutor callant's near her silly and she again buried her face in her heart-And what for no? It isna hands.
every man can hae the luck to be a The young man came up to her sailor; and your ain landward wabster with the same firmness of manner body o' a father, thought as little o' which had characterised his whole de- me for gawn sticking whales, as I do portment. He took her hand with o Jock for sitting boring holes in gentle kindness, kissed off the tears leather. It's Jeanie's ain affair, and that flowed faster than ever, and then if she likes rather to bind shoes than said, with a gravity far beyond his bait lines, she maun just please hersell, years," Marion ! ye'll hae time silly taupy. Sae dinna hinder her, enough to greet when I'm far far awa! but mind how ye dwined aff the face -and need we baith hae to repent our o' the earth yersell lang syne, for sin and folly. But we are here now me!" to thank God and his minister for The idea of the portly rubicund bringing me to a better mind, and gudewife pining for thwarted love, was sparing you a sair heart. Ye'll be irresistibly ludicrous, and the goodable now to think o' me living wi' humored smile it called forth on her peace and comfort ; and if I never jolly countenance, augured well for come hame, there's nane can forbid Jeanie's hopes. She tied her faye to put on a black gown for me. If ther's Barcelona with a tearful eye, trouble comes, and ye get unkindness but lightened heart. All now was sefrom folk o' mine, the minister 'll no rious haste and joyous bustle among see ye wranged. But oh! be canny the crew. The sails flapped somewi' my puir mother, for she's had her what idly, as if reluctant to acceletrials sair and mony, and downa bide rate their motions; and it was exhilato be contraired in her auld days.” rating to behold the fine athletic fel
“I give you joy, Marion !” said the lows, most of them scarce arrived at pastor, benignly; "a good son can manhood, doffing at once hats, handnever prove an unkind husband. But kerchiefs, and jackets, and bracing time wears, and I must join you for each muscle for a hardy rowing eternity!” The word, thus seasona- match. Last, but not least active or bly uttered, poured its heavenly unc- conspicuous, leaped in the young tion on the waves of human passion. bridegroom ; no longer weighed down In silence and composure was the sim- by misconduct and remorse, but so ple rite performed—the friendly greet- unlike his former self, as to be hardly ing proffered-the pastoral and mater- recognised. His eye no longer sought nal benediction given-and the mute, the ground-and in the deafening long, desperate farewell embrace ex- cheer that marked their pushing off, I changed! I glided out ere yet its heard his voice triumphant. hallowed clasp was loosed, and sought I might have caught the buoyant relief to my feelings on the busy spirit of the hour, and seen the boat shore, now crowded with the fast-de- recede with kindred lightness of heart parting mariners.
-but in the stern a fiddler had been The prominent figures in the group stationed to cheer the tedious passage. were honest Sandie Nicol, his stout. I thought of Willie Lonie's shivered
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strings, and his wife's saddened hearth, am's eyes, the least of her attracand my eye, like hers, when gazing tions. on her dying husband's vessel, grew “Her father, however, rated it at dim with natural tears!
its marketable value; and having The minister and I were returning matches of at least equal solidity in slowly from the beach, with the fee)- his power, was disposed to let the poor ings of those who have looked, per- sailor's pretensions kick the beam. haps for the last time, on a band of Annchen's favorable disposition, howfearless human beings, courting, under ever, had its weight, even with her the strong excitement of enterprise, grasping father, and he at length procertain hardship and probable peril, mised (not foreseeing much chance when a striking contrast to the bustle of being called on) to give his consent, and spirit of their departure presented whenever Adam should have made the itself, in the languid movements and certain number of rix dollars, which desponding air of a solitary individual was the lowest price of his daughter's who, with a spyglass, had been hand. watching them from a height, and « This was not to be done in the whose retiring footsteps I could not northern hemisphere, at least not help following with my eye. There within any time lovers could bear to was something about this “ancient look forward to, so Adam thought mariner,” for thus, though hardly past himself the luckiest of men, when the middle age, I could scarce forbear to captain of a Dutch East Indiaman ofdesignate him, which spoke him sub- fered him a third mate's birth, with dued more by sorrow than years. I room in his Patagonian vessel for a felt assured that he had a history, and lucrative investment. God alone (to read somewhat of its sad character in whom the blind elation of many a cona gait that had lost its elasticity, and fiding human heart must be matter of a homeward walk that had seemingly deep commiseration)knows how infallilittle either of hope or purpose to ani- ble this opportune proposal seemed for mate it.
completing the already exquisite hapI perceived just then the rising piness of the lovers. The Scotsman chimneys of a little recently built ma- forgot his caution-the Dutch maiden rine abode, which an irregularity in her composure-in fond, undoubting, the cliffs had till now concealed, and joyous anticipations of the future. begged to hear from Mr. Menteith Any misgivings they had, were of the some account of its inhabitant.
safe return of the · Vrow Margarita,' " There is a good deal of romance," from her distant voyage--but even said the worthy man, sighing, “in these were quickly banished. God the story of that same humble seafar- willing, I shall come home to you, ing man, whom I remember the gayest said Adam. I feel that you will,' and most reckless among my play- replied Annchen. mates at the village school, and « Return he did, poor fellow ! rich whose buoyant spirit would probably beyond his hopes, beyond his very have risen above calamity in any of father-in-law's ambition. The vessel, its ordinary and less appalling forms. deep-laden and becalmed, lay off the
" Adam Wilson, like nine-tenths of beloved coast, from which for more our boys, would be nothing but a sail- than a year its crew had met no tidor; and courage and the blessing of ings. Adam's impatience grew unProvidence made him a skilful and a bearable. His captain's Dutch improsperous one. He soon rose to be mobility yielded to the energy of pasmate of a trader to Holland, and in sion, and he let Adam have a boat and one of his trips to its northern pro- a couple of rowers, to make a run to vinces, he saw and loved the daughter V- and inquire for Annchen. of a wealthy skipper, whose dowry was “ It was spring 1824 when this hapin reality, as well as in honest Ad- pened, and Adam and his comrades,
V w ondered that the quick glance that betrayed the latent face of the country seemed unacounta- aberration,) be the business and solace bly altered. In vain they looked of his life-for, in a confidential along the flat horizon for the well- whisper, he added, “It is for Annchen known windmills—the little cove with her own house is gone, they tell me its beacon had disappeared-the wa- —and I have promised to build her ters seemed to stretch far beyond their one just like it. When it is finished, usual limits. They touched land at she will come and live in it with me!' length, though not exactly certain “I looked up in the pale, mild where, so bewildering were the changes countenance of poor Adam; and, as in the aspect of the scene. They the delusive smile of baseless hope sprang ashore, and seeing from a sand- played over it, felt that to detain it hill the church tower of V- , on it there, if possible, was all that charity they steered their anxious course- could dictate, or good will accomplish. but over what? Not as three years I set about his building, therefore, with before, across fertile meadows, enli- all the real tardiness such a purpose imvened by herds of cows, and sprinkled plied, yet with sufficient apparent energy with neat smiling villas—a sedgy lake to keep the hope on which he subsisted occupied the site of the flourishing alive. One summer passed in selectvillage, and the gay, cheerful Lust- ing a site, and planting a garden, hans of Annchen's father was swept adorned, as you will see, at no small by encroaching billows off the face of cost, with the choice flowers of Annher native earth!
chen's native land. No tulip-fancier “ Adam looked on the desolation of the olden time ever more cheerfully before him, and with an instinct no gave its weight in gold for a new spelonger fallacious, felt that he need ask cies, than poor Adam for a favorite no more. Take me away,' he said sort of hers, who he fancies will one to his sad comrades, this is no place day come and recognise it. for me!' He heard men tell, scarce « The house at length, with all our moved, of raging floods that burst delays, would rise! Spite of contrary their barriers, and swept all before winds and dilatory captains, the red them,-of hundreds, young and old, bricks came from England—the Dutch engulfed by the invading waters. "I tiles and earthen stoves from Rotterknew she was dead !' was all the dam. The dairy was duly stocked commentary his stunned soul could with shining brazen vessels--the kitchutter, and in a merciful oblivion of en shelves with all the wares of Delft. some months, even that sad truth Alas! no Annchen came to claim seems to have been entombed.
these kindred treasures ! No! not « For when these had elapsed, even when Adam, with affecting soliAdam, composed, collected, though citude, added to them a piping bulthe grief-worn shadow you behold him finch, taught by himself to sing the -returned to his native place—shun- very notes of her favorite air,-nay, ning familiar intercourse as much as the identical parrot she fondly bade in his happier days he courted it. To him bring her from the Indian seasme alone he imparted, not his sorrows which, spurned from his presence in -for these could find no vent in words the first bitterness of his grief, he had -but his purposes. He brought me since traced back with incredible a plan, traced by memory with painful trouble, and purchased, for what the fidelity, from the dwelling of his be- owner chose to demand ! loved, and asked me, with all the " Alas! love can devise no more calmness of perfect sanity, to recom- and Annchen still delays--but Adam, mend him an honest builder, and save persuaded it is the winds and him the harassing details of the pre- waves that are alone in fault--watches vious contract. The superintendence their every variation with unwearied would, he told me, (with the first solicitude. His spy-glass in his hand, he follows from day-light till dark eaching on the garden rail—and the sad sail that appears on the horizon, and occupant (whom we had lost sight of with hope deferred, but unextinguish- in a hollow, and supposed before us) ed, resumes his task again at dawn.” suddenly came up. “A fine night,
As the minister finished this sen- Adam,” said the worthy minister, in tence, we were drawing near the cot- his most sympathetic accent. “A tage, of which I now had a full view fine night, Dominie !” replied the wi--its gay parterres, and florid cheerful dowed one-(using unconsciously the exterior, so mournfully contrasted Dutch familiar term for pastor)—and, with the solitude, bereavement, and with a smile that made my very heart alienation within.
ache,-“ A fine fair wind for Annchen; A hasty step aroused us, while lean- she will be here to-morrow !”
THE LYRE'S COMPLAINT.
BY MRS. HEMANS.
“ A large lyre hung in an opening of the rock, and gave its melancholy music to the wind. But no human being was to be seen.”-Salathiel.
SKETCHES OF CONTEMPORARY AUTHORS, STATESMEN, &c.
No. II.-MR. SHEL. WHATEVER nature may have done for countenance ; but the sombre hue of the mind of Mr. Shiel, she has given his face is enlivened by an eye of fire. him few of the external qualifications His voice is weak and slender, and of an orator. He is a man of diminu- totally incapable of sounding the high tive size, with dark and uninviting notes of passion, or the deep bass tones
of earnest vehemence. It has been pivot on which all his movements turn. disciplined and cultivated with the His words are selected with care, and greatest care, but will probably never marshalled in imposing array ; every be of that order which can rivet the resource of rhetorical artifice is emattention and still the breathing of a ployed to produce effect ;-but still crowded assembly. In a small room, Mr. Shiel is the prominent figure in or in presence of the Association, the group. He labors to strike and where every flash of fancy is welcomed to dazzle-to create a sensation, and with an applauding cheer, Mr. Shiel be admired. In the highest pitch of gets on well. But when cast among excitement, when rising to the summit a large and discordant audience, when of his climax-even when trembling the passions of the orator should be on the brink of his beloved aposiopesis roused, and the full measure of his -he remembers that the reporter for powers put forth,—when a look or a the Weekly Register is by his side, tone should silence murmurs and fix and that his speech will appear in every eye,-he sometimes loses self- the next day's newspaper. Hence command, and breaks into a violent there is an appearance of want of and disagreeable scream. Beside his feeling--a palpableness of artificial more fortunate fellow actor, Mr. passion and studied rhetoric—which O'Connell, he appears to little advan- mar the real effect of talents that tage. The “great leader” is a tall would otherwise be powerful :-for muscular man, with shoulders as broad talents he undoubtedly possesses, and as the burden which he has to bear. of a high order. He has a clear head There is always some ore in the most and strong fancy, and wonderful comcommon-place of his speeches-some mand of rich and splendid language. touch of feeling that proves him in He argues with force and judgment; earnest, and compensates for a multi- and though not gifted with much of tude of sins. His manner and himself what is correctly termed imagination, he seems equally to forget : he wishes he sprinkles over his speeches abunto pour all his information upon his dance of gaudy and glittering ornasubject, and to persuade. Mr. Shiel, ments. To his figures we must apply with his saturnine visage and flashing our former observation: they are eye, insensibly reminds one of an angry flashy, and wrought up with great spaniel rushing to the attack in com- ingenuity and care; but they are all pany with a noble mastiff. He strains French figures, more ornamental than after displays, of which he is incapable; useful, the offspring of industry rather he wishes to be strong, and works than genius in the hour of excitation. himself into a passion-vigorous, and He allows his fancy to roam too much he becomes boisterous. He cannot abroad; it is with him a principal inmake so much noise as his companion; stead of a subsidiary faculty, and is but he barks more wickedly-and woe not sufficiently curbed by a correct or to the unfortunate passenger on whose polished taste. He seems to be a heels be fastens. If his teeth be tolerable classical scholar, and is small, they are at least sharp, and doubtless indebted for much of his freely enough applied. One would power of language to his acquaintance sooner, however, think of striking him with the masters of the literary arena. over the ribs with an umbrella, than But he has not gone far enough; he of grappling him by the neck, and has not chastened his mind by the straining every sinew to fling him contemplation of the simple grandeur down. We do not mean to undervalue and pure majesty of ancient authors. his powers, or to hang him on the cross The gorgeous magnificence of Asia is of ridicule ; we acknowledge his abili- dearer to him than the austerity of ties with cheerfulness, but think them the Roman senate, or the republioverrated by himself and his admirers. can orators of the Athenian forum. Display is the soul of his oratory, the He has not followed the advice of