A FEW NOTES.-The Duty of the Church to the Poor, with which this number opens, possesses strong and earnest thoughts. As autumn advances, the season when they most need care and Christian sympathy approaches. Let those who are disposed to learn what is Christian duty in this respect, thoughtfully and prayerfully read this article. The poor-the widow and the fatherlessye have always with you. The "Page from Memory" will prove pleasant and profitable reading. We hope to hear often from its author.- -The article on Sea Monsters is somewhat humorous, and may seem somewhat fabulous; but the author was not alone in witnessing the alarms created by the first appearance of those monsters of the deep-steamers.The esteemed author of "The Nursery"-though childless-talks as though he was familiar with the mysteries of that sanctum. And yet we remember that Goldsmith wrote charmingly upon animated nature, though profoundly ignorant of the subject. But we must do the Doctor justice. He has practical knowledge. Adopted children have peopled “the nursery" in his dwelling; have there found a parent's care; been trained up for God; and one of them, at least, is now in the foreign missionary field. By the way, we would commend "The True Woman," from the same pen, and just issued, to the attention of our readers.- -Pythagoras and Archimedes is the production of a nervous pen. If the reader gets no new facts from it, he will get new thoughts.The Legend of Yburg is a rather wild, but harmless story.- "Lazy People," as a class, receive but little sympathy, not so much as they often are really entitled to. For their benefit we have inserted a short chapter. Should it by chance be read by any "smart people," we are certain kindly sympathies will be excited toward those unfortunates who are afflicted with constitutional laziness. The sketch from Mrs. Gardner has some good turns that point a fine moral; we hope our readers will not lose sight of it. The "Name Immortal" is not, of course, used in its sacred sense. It is a fine tribute to the loved name-"Mary;" and its historic details and little episodes enliven the piece. Nearly every one has a kindly feeling toward Thackeray, the English humorist, or rather, perhaps, we should say, satirist. The critique of him is brief, but keen and just. We can have little sympathy with any man who gloats in the delineation of only the dark and repulsive aspects of human character and society. And, now, gentle reader, if you please, take a trip to Flanders, and then visit Bombay with our straggling friend from Cincinnati; both trips will give you pleasant recreation and useful information.

Of the eight poems which appear in this number, the authors are distributed as follows: two in Ohio, two in Wisconsin, one in Michigan, one in New York city, one in Brooklyn, and one in Washington City.

"THE DREAMS OF YOUTH."-We put this picture into the hands of a literary friend-whom we had always suspected of mathematics and theology rather than poetry. The conception seems to have so wrought upon his fancy that the following lines are the result:

The sun in all his state appear'd,
And woke the glories of the day,

And with his bright effulgence cheer'd
A thousand realms beneath his sway.
I looked, and to my ravish'd eyes
Arose a landscape spreading fair;
Till blending with the misty skies,
It faded from the vision there.
Those forest lands and sunbright bowers,
On that October's dreamy day,
Seemed one voluptuous sea of flowers
Stretching itself away-away.

And far along a beauteous vale,

A sunny river open'd wide,
While here and there a swelling sail
Was borne upon the silvery tide.
minded me of that bright land,

And that divine, immortal river,
Along whose banks, on either hand,
The tree of life blooms on forever.
And nearer 'neath ancient trees-

A flock is resting on the green,
Fann'd by the fragrant morning breeze
That plays athwart the rural scene
Thus after long, tumultuous strife,
By many a care and grief opprest,
Perchance, amid the groves of life,

The worn and weary are at rest.
And who are they-the loving pair,
Abroad amid that paradise-
And blooming like the scene so fair
That spreads before their wondering eyes?
Sweet, tender words are falling now

Upon that lovely maiden's ear;
While o'er her fair and noble brow

There steals a solitary tear

A tear of rapture: far away,
Beyond that river, she descries
A temple radiant as the day,

Towering amid the luminous skies.
To her some bright enchantment seems
Gilding those domes and minarets;
And there-so whisper beauteous dreams-
The sun of Pleasure never sets.
"The skiff-the skiff!" the lovers cry,
And to the stream in haste repair;
"We'll to that fairy temple hie,

And live and love forever there."
They launch away-that loving pair;
Beware the stream's opposing flow!
Beware the hidden rocks-beware
Those foaming rapids just below!

CAPTURE OF THE DAUGHTERS OF BOONE AND CALLAWAY. If there are sunny spots in human life, so also are there dark ones. The engraving representing the capture of the daughters of Boone and Callaway, furnishes a striking contrast to that which precedes it.

The first settlement in Kentucky was effected under the direction of Daniel Boone, in the spring of 1775. Having fixed upon a site upon the Kentucky river, they erected a stockade fort, and to the place the name of Boonsboro was given. As soon as the fort was completed, Boone returned to North Carolina and removed his wife and daughters to the new country. He says

that "they were the first white women that ever stood upon the banks of the Kentucky river." Early in the ensuing spring he was joined by several additional emigrants-some of them bringing their families. Among these was Col. Richard Callaway, an intimate friend of Boone, who also brought with him his family.

The Indians, during the spring of this year, were comparatively quiet; and as the season advanced without annoyance from them, the inhabitants began to feel more secure, and to venture, without their usual precaution, outside of their stockade fort.

On the 14th of July, at a late hour in the afternoon, two daughters of Mr. Callaway-aged twelve and fourteen years and one of Daniel Boone, aged fourteen, were sporting in a canoe, or "dug-out," on the river, and carelessly crossed to the opposite bank. The trees and shrubs were thick, and came down almost to the edge of the water. The girls, unconscious of the demons that were lurking near, were playing and splashing the water with their paddles. Among the grass growing upon the shore and behind the trees standing upon the bank, five stout Indians had concealed themselves, and were watching the movements of the canoe. No sooner had it touched the shore than one of them glided like a noiseless serpent from his concealment into the water, seized the rope that hung from the bow, and turned the boat around a point, so as to pass from the view of the fort. The wild terror and agony of the poor girls found vent in loud screams, which were heard across the river, and at the fort. Their shrieks and efforts to flee were alike unavailing. The former fell on hearts, such as palpitate in the breast of the hyena; and the latter were exerted against a force invincible. They were dragged rapidly into the forest, and were soon too far away for the sound of their voices to be heard.

Let us leave the little captives and return to the fort. Here all was alarm. Boone and Callaway were both ab

sent.

The inhabitants supposed a large body of savages were concealed on the opposite bank. The canoe was gone, and the only means of crossing was to swim. This would expose them to the deadly rifles of the savages. In the mean time night came on, and rendered immediate pursuit impossible. The night, however, was spent in active preparations. Boone and Callaway had returned; and a choice company of kindred spirits enrolled themselves, sworn to deliver the young captives, or perish in the attempt.

At dawn of day they started upon their perilous expedition. Crossing the river, they struck the trail of the Indians, and, like the bounding deer, dashed forward in the pursuit. The account of this thrilling adventure, given by Mr. Flint, is highly wrought, and some portions of it somewhat apocryphal. The Indians, according to their custom, had taken so much precaution to hide their trail, that the party found themselves exceedingly perplexed to keep it, and they were obliged to put forth all the acquirement and instinct of woodsmen not to find themselves every moment at fault in regard to their course. The rear Indians of the file had covered their foot-prints with leaves. They often turned off at right angles; and whenever they came to a branch, walked in the water for some distance. At a place of this sort, the pursuers were for some time wholly unable to find at what point the Indians had left the branch, and began to despair of regaining their trail. In this extreme perplexity, one of the company was attracted by an indica

tion of their course, which proved that the daughters shared the silvan sagacity of their parents. "God bless my dear child!" exclaimed Colonel Callaway; at the same instant picking up a little piece of ribbon, which he had recognized as his daughter's. At another time, in passing places covered with mud, deposited in the low places on the way, the foot-prints of the captives were distinctly traced, till the pursuers had learned to discriminate not only the number, but the peculiar form of each foot-print.

It was the aim of the pursuing party to come suddenly upon the Indians-well knowing that their first movement, if they found themselves pursued, would be to murder their captives. This required extreme caution. Late in the evening they came upon the Indians just as they were kindling a fire to cook their supper. The discovery was almost simultaneous by both parties. Four of the pursuers fired; and quick as thought the whole party rushed upon the savages. That was a happy movement. The Indians had not time to gather up their arms or moccasins, much less to tomahawk their captives. The poor girls seemed to be overwhelmed by their sudden and unexpected deliverance. So exultant were the party that they made no search for their slain or wounded enemies; but began to retrace their steps immediately; and the next day reached their homes in safety.

Our engraving, we think, does justice to the scene of the capture; we must leave to the imagination of the reader to conceive the distress and alarm of the fair captives, or the painful, agonizing suspense of their mothers for more than forty-eight hours.

ARTICLES DECLINED." The Love of Nature" has good thoughts, but not always expressed in the happiest poetry. The author of "Rest" needs practice. Let the author of "Gentle Looks" take courage. "To One in Heaven" will not answer. "Life" and "Memory" have not a little of the genius of true poetry in them, but they were written without sufficient regard to the laws of versification. "Youthful Days" has good points, but is not quite admissible.. "Mother, Home, and Heaven," "What are we?" and "Passing Thoughts out of School," must be added to this list. "Knego" needs only proper measure to make it poetry indeed ; let the author attend to this. "Christ on the way to Emmaus" has some fine thoughts and passages; but there are others which lack the euphonic flow. "My Angel Brother" is too long; but we would like to hear from the author again; she has a gift to be cultivated. "Alone" will hardly do; neither will "Where is True Happiness Found ?" We would like to have a shorter poem from the author of "Twilight Hour."

ANONYMOUS CONTRIBUTORS are again informed that their articles should always be accompanied with their proper names, if they would secure their insertion, or proper notice of them. And while we are upon this point, we will also add, from the means of information secured by our editorial position, we come to know that original articles not accompanied by the names of the authors, loose much of their interest with our readers, and consequently much of their value to the magazine. We do not now refer to those articles selected from foreign literary journals, or those prepared by the editor. In these something will be found sufficiently indicating their origin.