with impatience more than a moment,-and the merry peals of laughter which rose on the still night air, seemed much fitter than angry words to burst from ruby lips. And now "all right," a dozen white mittened hands grasped as many sled ropes, and away to the Shingle Camp. Mary hoped that Mrs. S., was at her window, and we hoped so too, for it would have done even her heart good to have listened to their merry voices, and have seen the speaking faces that were turned towards the house, wishing, yet not daring, to give her "three cheers;" for what right had she to say they were in the wrong.

ure, it was much more like Orlando Underhill, or Mr. Slater, than Austin Sprague.

How fatigued she must have been, for her heart beat so fast she thought she never should have reached the hill; and for all her cheeks had been very rosy all the evening,--the deep flush of exhaustion rose to her very forehead as she stood ready to give the signal for the last slide. One moment and they were off; Mary some yards in advance, and then one after another glided behind her. Not in all the little mishaps that had befallen unsteady hands, during the evening, had Mary once veered from the broad path,-but now-her coid hands could scarcely guide the rope, and as she saw the two who had attracted their attention leap the fence which separated them from the main road,-there was an unsteady motion of the sled that threatened an overturning, or at least a long curve in her usual direct course. Perhaps our two dark friends found this, for just then a pleasant voice shouted from the foot of the hill"Now helmsman for thy precious life,

Oh steer the bark aright!"

Let the "world's people" sneer as they will at at "bread-and-butter misses," there is more true enjoyment of heart among them than is found in any other class of society. Ere their words and motions, aye, even their thoughts have been checked by the dread of doing or saying things outre, of offending by a careless word,-of breaking in thoughtlessness, established usages of society; ere they learn to distrust friendly tones by the knowledge that selfishness and deceit are hidden oft beneath in the free heart-gladness that gives It was too late the wrong bias had been given, vivacity and grace to unshackled movements and expressions, there is more of real happiness than and away it sped, though Mary kept her seat they ever meet with in after life. And so without that opposed it, as if it had been a runaway steed. firmly, down the hill-side, crushing and tearing all one thought save enjoying to the utmost the holi- And ere the frightened girls, who came with day hours so unexpectedly granted, on sped our little troop in the pure silvery moonlight, till they thought-like speed behind, could check their own stood on the brow of the gently sloping hill which swift course, it came with a crash directly upon was destined to be the scene of the evening's ex-form such a prominent feature in a New England one of those ancient yet picturesque stumps that ploits. “One, two, three, and away," one after the oth-land-scape. The shock threw Mary against an er each fairy traineau glided over the frozen crust, guided by the same white mittens, aided by certain little feet, that spurned the icy crystals in their track, and sent them dancing and glittering on the other side. And then the brisk, joyous scramble up the hill again, each striving to distance if but by a foot, less active competitors. Depend upon it there is nothing like "slydeing downehylle," to call a bright glow to the cheek, aye, and the heart too. Surely that could not be nine? So soon! And then chimed in the Institution bell, stealing faintly and slow, over the ice-bound hills. quarter of an hour that hill-side would be once more hushed, and echoless.

In one

"Two more slides and then for the valedictory." (We always suspected Mary of keeping a good watch for that.)

strength enough to dash the blinding snow from enormous snow bank, and when she gathered her face and dress, there she sat bolt upright, fastened in on every side by the well packed mass, utterly unable to extricate herself. She looked crowded together on the hill-side, were too frightfor her companions, but the silent group that ened to move. Ere wiser second thought came, a strong arm raised her, and the same voice she had last heard said, "Dear Mary-Miss Stevens Cush man's glorious black eyes looking so terrified -are you much hurt?" And there were Henry

into her own.

The last one she would have cared to have had a witness to her mischance! With a scarce intelligible reply she would have joined her young friends who now came rapidly up; but as she There were two dark figures on the road side started forward, she sank with a low cry of pain as they came panting up the hill for the last time. at his feet; and when his kindly hand for the second Clara Cushman was positive she knew her broth-time raised her, it was discovered that she had er's opera cloak, and Susy said the other certain- strained her ancle, and could not move without ly was Austin Sprague, for he had such a peculiar great pain. way of swinging the skirts of his over-coat. Mary said "pshaw! they were much too far off to be distinguished in the evening, and there was a dozen more operas worn: as to the second fig

But

And how was she to get home? She could not, as Mariett proposed, take a sled for a carriage, for then the injured joint must be exposed to fresh torture, as it rested on the snow. Mary stoutly

asserted that she was not much hurt, and that with the aid of Mariette's arm, she could easily gain the house. But Mariette's was not enough, and Henry Cushman blaming himself as the cause of the mishap, offered his; and so supported,-for the poor fellow looked so impatient, and her foot grew more and more painful, that it was quite necessary-she reached the house.

We are not positive that Mary ever quite forgave Cushman for "startling her steed," but of this we are quite certain, that early in the spring he left for Harvard, and entered one year in advance. Every one has heard the proverb " combustible as the heart of a Sophomore," and it is whispered that Mary Stevens once a week or so, receives letters with the Cambridge post-mark.

TEMPERANCE ANECDOTE.-The late celebrated John Trumbull, when quite a boy, resided with his father, Gov. Trumbull, at his residence in Lebanon, Connecticut, in the neighborhood of the Mohegans, a remnant of which tribe still linger there, sacredly protested in the possession of the graves of their fathers. Mr. Trumbull gives the following story himself, in his life, written by himself, and which he says "deserves to be written

in adamant."

excellent; will you not taste it?" The old man dropped his knife and fork, leaned forward with a stern insensity of expression, his black eye, sparkling with indignation, was fixed on me :-" John," said he, "you don't know what you are doing. You are serving the devil, boy. Do you not know that I am an Indian ?—I tell you that I am, and that if I should but taste your beer, I could never stop until I got to rum, and become again the same drunken, contemptible wretch, your father remembers me to have been. John, while you live, never again tempt any man to break a good resolution!" Socrates never utterred a more valuable precept.-Demosthenes could not have given it in more solemn tones of eloquence. I was thunderstruck. My parents were deeply affected. They looked at each other, at me, and at the venerable old Indian, with deep feelings of awe and respect. They afterwards frequently reminded me of the scene, and charged me never to forget it. He lies buried in the royal burial place of his tribe, near the beautiful Falls of the Yantic, the western branch of the Thames, in Norwich, on lands now owned by my friend Calvin Goddard, Esq. I visited the grave of the Old Chief lately, and there repeated to myself the inestimable les

son."

"The perfume of the flower," said she, "gives me the vertigo."

The government of this tribe was hereditary in the family of the celebrated Uncas. Among PECULIARLY SENSITIVE.-A good story is told in the heirs to the Chieftancy, was an Indian by the the Chronique Parisienne of a young lady endowed name of Zackary. " Though an excellant hunter with the most delicate nerves, who mentioned, one he was as drunken and worthless an Indian as ever evening, to a few friends assembled in her drawlived." By the death of intervening heirs, Zac-ing room, that she had a horror of the rose. kary found himself entitled to the royal power. Says Trumbull-" In this moment, the better genius of Zackary resumed its sway, and he reflected seriously." "How can such a drunken wretch as I am, aspire to the Chief of this honorable race? What will my people say? and how shall the shades of my ancestors look down indignant upon such a base successor! Can I succeed to the great Uncas? I will drink? no more! He solemnly resolved never again to taste any drink but water and he kept his resolution."

Zackary succeeded to the rule of his tribe. It was usual for the Governor to attend at the annual election in Hartford, and it was customary for the Mohegan Chief also to attend, and on his way to stop and dine with the Governor, who was the father of John Trumbull. John was quite a boy, and on one of those occasions, when Zackary came to compliment his venerable father, the following occurrence took place at the Gubernatorial table, which we will relate in the words of Mr. Trumbull.

The conversation was interrupted by the visit of a fair friend, who was going to a ball, and wore a rose-bud in her head dress. Our fair heroine turned pale directly, tossed her arms, and fell gracefully in a syncope upon the ottoman.

"What a strange nervous susceptibility. What a delicate and impressible organization!" cried the spectators. "For heaven's sake, madam, go away. Don't you see that you have caused this spasm ?"

"I" exclaimed the astonished lady. "Yes, of course; it is the perfume of the rosebud in your hair."

Really, if it is, I will sacrifice the guilty flower: but judge before you sentence.”

The flower, detached from the head dress, was passed from hand to hand among the spectators, but their solicitude gave way to a different emotion. The fatal bud was an artificial one.

"One day the mischievous thought struck me, "I wish you would not smoke cigars," to try the sincerity of the old man's temperance. said a plump little black-eyed girl to her lover.The family were seated at dinner, and there was "Why not I smoke as well as your chimney?". excellent home-brewed ale on the table. I ad-"Because chimnies don't smoke when they are in dressed the old Chief-"Zackary, this beer is good order." He has quit smoking.

From Dicken's London News.
Clear the Way!

Men of thought! be up and stirring

Night and day!

Sow the seed-withdraw the curtain-
Clear the way!

Men of action, aid ane cheer them,
As ye may !

There's a fount about to stream,
There's a light about to beam,
There's a warmth about to glow,
There's a flower about to blow;
There's a midnight blackness changing
Into gray;

Men of thought, and men of action,
Clear the way!

Once the welcome light has broken,
Who shall say

What the unimagined glories

Of the day?

What the evil that shall perish
In its ray?

Aid the dawning, tongue and pen;
Aid it, hopes of honest men;
Aid it, paper-aid it, type-

Aid it, for the hour is ripe,

And our earnest must not slacken
Into play.

Men of thought, and men of action,
Clear the way!

Lo! a cloud's about to vanish

From the day:

Lo! the right's about to conquer,
Clear the way!

And a brazen wrong to crumble

Into clay.

With that right shall many more
Enter smiling at the door;
With the giant Wrong shall fall
Many others great and small,
That for ages long have held us
For their prey;

Men of thought, and men of action,
Clear the way!

all the use he would be likely to have for so much learning" just to see how it would feel."

That young man is fair representative of thousands. They would like to see how it feels to be a learned man; but they overlook the value of scientific attainments, and so shrink from the cost. Depend upon it, however, young friends, the treasure is worth the price and the pains, and yet in no other way can it be acquired. What say you then? Would you have a head full of useful knowledge, and a heartful of good principles? If so, aim for the prize, and set about its attainment. "The merchandize of it is better than the merchandize of silver, and the gain thereof than fine gold." Apply yourselves-save those spare moments-give them to study-avoid those groggeries--read something worth thinking about what you read. Hold it fast-treasure it up, and-" see how it feels."

THE YOUNG MAN'S WISH.-" I s!nould like to have that man's knowledge in my head for about ten minutes, just to see how it would feel." Such was the rather quaint remark which dropped from a young man, a few days since, as he saw Mr. Burrit, the learned blacksmith, s tep into a car where he was seated. "Well," we could not help replying, "probably you could have your wish for as much as ten minutes, by going the same way to work that he did.”

A LUCKY ESCAPE.-Some three weeks ago, a subject was brought in a bag to the Medical College at Cleveland during the darkness of the evening, and the Professors of anatomy perceived by a hasty examination that it was a good subject, paid the usual price of thirty dollars, tied it up in a bag and directed it to be placed in the dissecting room, promising the students that it should be carved up for their edification within a day or two at farthest.

The young man thought a moment, and then made an evasive reply, intimati ig as much as that he considered that a large undertaking, for

During the lecture on the next morning a tremendous noise was heard from the region of the dissecting room, and some of the more timid students grew pale with terror, imagining that ghosts of the butchered subjects were appearing to take vengeance upon them, or else holding their direful orgies over the remains of their new comrade.— The clamor still increasing, some of the bolder ones ventured to enter the room, when lo! the bag containing the purchase of the last evening was pitching and rolling about, and from it proceeded with a true Irish brogue, the cries of "Murther!" "Murther!" "Holy Mother and blessed Mary deliver me! Sure I am living, and am not dead, Murther! Murther!"

Seizing hold of the bag, they tore it open and behold a genuine son of Erin, more frightened than themselves, who looked around with utter astonishment upon the scene before him. After a while, Pat told them that all he remembered of the preceding day was drinking very freely at one of the doggeries under the hill. When dead drunk he was undoubtedly bagged up and sold to the Professor. Such was his fright that poor Pat solemnly declared he never would touch one drop of the craythur,' and the Professor and Students, with hearty laughter over the ridiculous joke, bade him take to his heels, and never again find himself brought so near to Purgatory by the device of the rumseller.

LECTURE ON RECHABISM.

life. And the same may be said of one who having stopped drinking, should he be induced to commence again, his abstaining from it for awhile, but sharpens his appetite, and he swallows the poison with more relish, and in larger doses than ever. And that we are never out of danger, my Brethren, is shown to us in numerous instances. As one, I would cite you to Mr. Gough. Little did he think whilst delivering his eloquent speeches before crowded and delighted audiences, that he would ever be seduced from the paths of temperance. But 'tis not to him alone that I would call your attention, but to one who has more recently broken his pledge. One whose gigantic mind and noble intellect,has secured to him a prom

The following Lecture was delivered some time since at Wilmington, N. C., by Brother W. J. YOPP, of Old North State Tent. After making a few introductory remarks, the speaker continued: Worthy Brothers, if an insane parent should be brought to the diabolical resolution of burning a child to death, it would not be necessary that he | should violently thrust the infant into the flames. Only remove from the little creature all dread of the fire, give it free access within the fender to the blazing billets, and no long time would elapse, ere the ruin would be consummated. And it is precisely the same in regard to death and destruc-inent place in the annals of his country. One in tion by drinking ardent spirits. The parent need not drench his son with a mortal dose of Alcohol; nay, he need not force him to be even once drunk. All that is necessary is that he should bring him up to absolute carelessness as to the danger of the fatal poison, allow him license in tasting it and set him the example of indulging in it. Alas! for one that is literally burned alive, there are a hundred destroyed by the liquid fire.

whom his constituents had sufficient confidence to bind around his brow the "wreath of fame."

Brethren, 'tis Thomas F. Marshall, the "eloquent Kentuckian" of whom I speak. Him whose reformation during the 27th Congress rang throughout our land. Whose eloquent temperance speeches throughout the Eastern cities of our Union, thrilled the heart of every friend to the cause. But a few weeks ago he broke his solemn pledge.

In the approach, Intemperance shows a gay and pleasing face: her complexion is ruddy, her Pecuniary embarrassments and disappointed wreathed smiles are soft and melting; she sings ambition are given as the cause. But thanks be to and dances as she offers "the sweet poison of mis-him who "ruleth the Universe," ere he had gone used wine." She leads the social leve, and steals too far reason returned to its throne and conscience the marked of friendship,liberality, and patriotism. resumed her balance. He went to the Executive She proffers her assistance at every festival. It is Committee, expressed his sorrow for having fallen this aspect of the Circe which allures. It is only from his high station, and resigned the pledge, after the seduction has been completed-after the firmly resolving to gird on his armor tighter, curtain has been dropped-in the recesses of her and with renewed vigor, again to contest the private chamber, that the horrid truth is displayed. palm with that Hydra-headed monster IntempeThere it is, the victim finds that her eye is a red rance. He has since enlisted a number of volfountain of rheums, her breath putrescence, her vi-unteers in the cold water army, and may they all, sage livid and bloated, her tongue ribald, and her frame a mass of ulcerous corruptions.

with him for their Captain, fight nobly for the cause of temperance, and never suffer the flag of "total abstinence" to droop or hang its head with shame.

Worthy Brethren, that we have conquered that great giant of destruction, it should not cause us to lie upon our oars with listless apathy, but it When such men as him break their pledge, how should urge us forward to achieve a like victory can we feel assured that we never will. Brethren, over the appetites of our fellowmen. And we if you will listen to the counsel of a younger should at the same time be watchful of ourselves, brother, I would beseech you to do for yourselves that we do not in an unguarded moment, again what the Spartans used to do for their children. place the damning bowl to our lips, for it seems to Summon before you some beastly impersonation me, though I do not know from experience, that a of the vice, in order that it may forever seize your man who has once been a hard drinker, and imagination and your heart; call before your leaves it off for a time, that should he abandon mind's eye a group of the worst drunkards withhimself to it again, it is much harder for him to in your knowledge. Fancy them to be before you, quit it than it was the first time. For I believe it as, for instance-seated in some bar room or liquor to be the same with such an one, as it is with shop. Behold the maudlin tears, the drivel, the a person who has been suffering with some pain- lack-lustre eye, the hiccough, the belch, the vomit, ful disease, and having just risen from his bed of (shame on vice which makes indecency indispensickness is taken with a relapse. At such a time, sable to truth,) the stagger, the stammer, the the disease finds his system in a worse condition idiotism! Behold decrepitude in youth! Conthan it was when he was first attacked, conse-tempt in hoary hairs! And then while your quently the greater danger he is in of losing his "gorge rises" at the spectacle, fix in your minds