Is this not invariably the case with objects of real sublimity, if regarded with an appreciating spirit?'

'I think so; and yet how common is the remark, that the grandest subjects fail to produce any very strong emotion, as soon as one becomes accustomed to them.'

And the observation is generally true of those who make it. For the multitude experience on such occasions merely a feeling of surprise, which becomes more faint at every succeeding prospect.'

I can

'I never drew that distinction, but it is a very satisfactory one. not reconcile myself to the idea that the most powerful effects produced by the grand and the sublime are to be attributed to astonishment and surprise. Nothing of these do I now feel, or have I ever felt, when regarding this-I know not what to call it.' And my companion gazed around, as if searching among the elements for a term which should adequately express her thoughts. Macklorne, with the pretty Annette, had wandered away toward the other side of the garden. We were left alone together. Josephine Fluellen was the first to discover it; for, after a moment, she said, 'Where have our friends strayed? Let us seek them :' and we proceeded.

For the first time, it occurred to me that there might be something more than an ordinary acquaintance between Macklorne and his fair companion, and I was thus reminded that I had as yet no explanation of the scene at George Fluellen's. I immediately asked Josephine Fluellen to tell me what was the meaning of it.

'Only one of Henrietta's projects to tease Annette,' she replied.

'I thought Macklorne appeared to be the party under ordeal,' I said. 'Do explain.'

'True; but you observed how Annette was affected by it?'

6 Yes; but who is Mademoiselle Annette?'

'Do you not know?' said Josephine Fluellen, with an air of surprise. 'No.'

'Has not your friend informed you? Did he never mention Annette Lindhorst?'

'Never. By the way, Annette Lindhorst? Can she be the niece of the worthy naturalist?"

'By adoption: her history is a romantic one. Your friend should have been more communicative. I am surprised he never explained to you,'

'It was because he relied on your kindness to save him from a revelation which our sex are not very free to make. Positively, he referred me to you for explanations of every kind.'

Indeed! I was not aware that I had so much upon my hands: pray, what other explanations have you to demand?'

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'Oh, none at present; but whenever a mystery arises, or something that I do not understand perplexes me, you are to be in short, I am to apply to you for

I think I understand you, and I am indebted to Herr Macklorne for this responsible office.'

'If you so regard it. He said you would explain, or at least that I might apply to you.'

'I fear you will be sadly disappointed. You expected to find some person of superior age and discretion, whose words should have the effect

'I must endeavor to reconcile myself to the reality.'

'And I will endeavor, since you show so much consideration, to discharge the duties of my new office acceptably.'

'You will tell me then something about Mademoiselle Annette, for her appearance interests me: beside, if she and Macklorne are friends, I am still more curious. In the mean time, I do not understand the sport at the cottage. I did not arrive until it had commenced.'

'It was simply this. Henrietta accused Herr Macklorne and Annette of planning a meeting here. Both insisted that it was accidental. One of my father's laborers chanced last night to be at the chalet where you lodged, and Henrietta heard his report of two gentlemen, whom he saw there; and when Macklorne mentioned his meeting with Dr. Lindhorst, Henrietta took it for granted that he would certainly have accompanied the doctor to Thun, had he not been informed by him that Annette was here. This began it, and you saw how it ended; but my poor Annette is so sensitive that she is an easy victim to one disposed to tease.'

'So far I understand. Now please to tell me something of this sweet girl, whose history you say is so romantic.'

'It is too late now: see, our friends are going into the house, and we should follow. I am glad that you are impressed so strongly by this moon-light view. If you rise early, you will find still another phase to the scene. For there seems to be a prospect peculiar to each part of the day. Good night!'

And she left me standing on the threshold, looking out on the scene, but thinking not of it, nor of Annette and the promised history, nor of Macklorne and his fortunes, nor of myself, nor of Theresa Van Hofrath, but only of Josephine Fluellen.

Somebody laid a hand upon my shoulder: it was Macklorne. At that moment his presence was not acceptable: his invariable, easy, cheerful mood did not suit with what was then passing within me: but I repented in season, and met his smile with a hearty expression of my obligation to him for bringing me into so charming a family.

'You do not know them yet,' he replied; 'words cannot express their praise this you will feel more and more. I am pleased that you are satisfied from the first. Shall we not bid our hosts good night? Here every one is up with the dawn. If we expect to follow the example, I fancy we had best retire.'

Without farther remark on either side, we sought our separate apart

ments.

I had every incentive to adopt the hint of my friend, to take advantage of the first 'breath of morn;' but I should certainly have failed to do so had it not been for Macklorne's kindness in rousing me as soon as he was dressed. Hastening down as speedily as possible, I left the house, and passing through the lane, soon reached the main road. It was scarcely sunrise. Although the elements were at peace, one could instantly feel, while gazing around, how terrible their strife must be. Heavy mists were rolling slowly up the mountains, and dark vapors en

circled the highest peaks. It seemed as if the day was ushered in with a grandeur commensurate with the importance of time to the sons of men. For some moments I stood enrapted, unable to disengage myself. At length I strolled on, but stopped frequently to look about me, till by degrees I began to take a stronger interest in what lay directly in my path. The utmost order and regularity prevailed in every thing within my observation, as if all was under some one controlling influence. What most astonished me was, that those who were going forth to their labors, and whose work had already commenced, did not carry in their countenances the expression of an ordinary laborer, who goes about his task with a kind of dogged indifference. On the contrary, one would have supposed that those I beheld were engaged in some pleasant sport or pastime, so cheerfully and so happily did they seem to set their hands to it.

This produced in me a lightness of heart which I never before felt; for in these cheerful husbandmen I seemed to witness an exposition of the True Life. For I saw no one toiling. I beheld none tasked; although every body was full of industry-delightful, animating industry. A new light beamed on me; for suddenly, labor and dull submission, or what is worse, weariness, were separated, and the work-man stood forth with joyous energy to pursue his avocations.

There was here an abrupt angle in the road, made to avoid some immense rocks, which had in their time found their way from the mountain down into the valley, and which obstructed the view directly before me. Passing this bend, I came unexpectedly on Josephine Fluellen and Mademoiselle Annette, who were returning from their morning's excursion to the house. They were in a fine flow of spirits, as I judged from the first glance. Annette held her light hat in her hand; the ribbon which secured her hair had parted from its fastening, and the rich dark curls fell luxuriantly over her neck, while her face shone with animation- that timid, sensitive creature, whom I saw shrinking behind her friend at the cottage! Josephine was also in a pleasant mood; her hat, although still on her head, was thrown so far back as to be kept on by the strings only, and appeared 'most charmingly négligé. Both ladies stopped short on seeing me: I stood still and bowed, but said nothing.

'Herr Saint Leger is up betimes, I see,' said Josephine. Do you enjoy the morning view so much as you anticipated?'

I cannot describe how much more than

'Here you are at last; I have found you!' exclaimed the familiar voice of Macklorne, who at that moment came round the angle of the road. 'How happens it, Saint Leger, that you succeeded in tracing the route of these heroines so unerringly? I thought I had quite half an hour the start of you.'

I took admiration for a guide, and lo! it led me to a stand just here,' replied I, gaily, glancing first at Annette and then at Josephine.

Well, if you are really so doubtful, let me assist your decision, by relieving you of the main difficulty;' and he took the hand of Annette. 'Herr Saint Leger can now say with truth,' said Josephine, 'that necessity knows no law!' The next moment I was again by her side, walking slowly toward the mansion of her father.

COURTSHIP

AND

MARRIAGE.

FROM THE SWEDISH OF TEGNER.

BISHOP TEGNER is one of the most popular of all the modern poets of Sweden. Translations from his writings by our accomplished scholar-bard, LONGFELLOW, have made his name widely known in America.

ED. KNICKERBOCKER.

In the days of his courtship through Eden I ween
Walked ADAM, with EVE by his side;

A beautiful couple, they pressed the soft green,
As each park of the garden they tried.

II.

They kissed and caressed, as all fond lovers must,

Gazing each on the other's fair brow;

They swore by the stars, by the moon pledged their trust,
E'en as those who are courting do now.

LITERARY NOTICES.

HISTORY OF THE CONSPIRACY OF PONTIAC, and the War of the North-American Tribes against the English Colonies after the conquest of Canada. By FRANCIS PARKMAN, JR. Boston: LITTLE AND BROWN.

THOSE of our readers who followed in these pages the author of the present work in his Oregon Trail' will not need to be informed that he writes with great spirit and simplicity, and that he possesses the rare faculty of making the reader see with his own eyes; mentally, we mean, for physically, we are sorry to say, his own are none of the best. But let us indicate what our author sets forth in his programme, and establishes in its fulfilment. The conquest of Canada, it is premised, was an event of momentous consequence in American history. It changed the political aspect of the continent, prepared a way for the independence of the British colonies, rescued the vast tracts of the interior from the rule of military despotism, and gave them eventually to the keeping of an ordered democracy. Yet to the red natives of the soil its results were wholly disastrous. Could the French have maintained their ground, the ruin of the Indian tribes might long have been postponed; but the victory of Quebec was the signal of their swift decline. Thenceforth they were destined to melt and vanish before the advancing waves of Anglo-American power, which now rolled westward, unchecked and unopposed. They saw the danger, and led by a great and daring champion, struggled fiercely to avert it. The history of that epoch, crowded as it is with scenes of tragic interest, with marvels of suffering and vicissitude, of heroism and endurance, has been, as yet, unwritten, buried in the archives of governments, or among the obscurer records of private adventure. To rescue it from oblivion was the object of the work before us. It portrays the American forest and the American Indian at the period when both received their final doom. Habits of early reading had greatly aided the writer in preparing for his task; but necessary knowledge of a more practical kind was supplied by the indulgence of a strong natural taste, which led him, at various intervals, to the wild regions of the north and west. Here, by the camp-fire or in the canoe, he gained familiar acquaintance with the men and scenery of the wilderness. In 1846 he visited various primitive tribes of the Rocky Mountains, and was for a time domesticated in a village of the western Dahcotah, on the high plains between Mount Laramie and the range of the Medicine Bow. The most troublesome part of the task, he tells us, was the collection of the necessary documents. These consisted of letters, journals, reports, and despatches, scattered among numerous public offices and private families, in Europe and America. When brought together, they amounted to about three thousand four hundred manuscript pages. Contemporary newspapers, magazines, and pamphlets were also examined, and careful search made for every