of learning that his parents still lived, together with his sister, but that his mother, from her extreme sorrow for his loss, was a complete invalid; that she had buried his little brother, and with his father had determined to quit for ever a country which had been to them so unfortunate.

Although poor Manuel was now much farther from these dear parents than he had ever been, it will be readily conceived, that the humane friends whose kindness had cherished him, lost no time in sending a trusty messenger, with the wonderful news of his restoration; nor will any one doubt, both father and mother hastened to Nachitoches themselves, to welcome a child snatched from a state far worse than death itself. During the weeks in which these journeys were performing, Manuel resumed somewhat the appearance of health,—and his generous protector took such pains in clothing him, and restoring him to the appearance of a white boy, that when his parents arrived they were spared the shock of seeing him as a famished wanderer, and read in every feature the proof that he was their long lost son.

Over their joyful and deeply affecting meeting, I must draw a veil,-every child will know what Manuel felt at that time; and I trust that many a

one who reads this faithful story, when he next gives his own beloved mother a good-night kiss, will lift up his heart in thankfulness to his Heavenly Father, not only for the blessings which surround himself, but for the restoration of this long-suffering boy-poor Manuel.

The writer of this article received the particulars from Mr. Parker, an American artist, of great respectability, who happened to be at Nachitoches soon after the arrival of the poor boy, who had travelled a distance of about five hundred miles; being thirteen days on his miserable journey over an uninhabited country.

THE CHILD'S FIRST GRIEF.

BY MRS. HEMANS.

I.

"OH! call my brother back to me,
I cannot play alone

The summer comes with flower and bee,—
Where is my brother gone?

II.

"The butterfly is glancing bright
Across the sun-beam's track;

I care not now to chase its flight—
Oh! call my brother back!

III.

"The flowers run wild-the flowers we sowed

Around our garden-tree;

Our vine is drooping with its load

Oh! call him back to me!"

IV.

"He would not hear my voice, fair child!

He may not come to thee;

The face that once like spring-time smiled, On earth no more thou'lt see.

V.

"A rose's brief, bright life of joy,
Such unto him was given ;—
Go! thou must play alone, my boy!
Thy brother is in heaven."

VI.

"And has he left his birds and flowers?

And must I call in vain?

And through the long, long summer hours,

Will he not come again?

VII.

"And by the brook, and in the glade,

Are all our wanderings o'er?—
Oh! while my brother with me played,
Would I had loved him more!"

A LITTLE BOY'S ADDRESS TO HIS

ROCKING-HORSE.

BY M. J. J.

Not of the wondrous horse of brass,
On which the Tartar king did ride.

MILTON.

1.

THERE was Pegasus famed in old story,
A dragon too, turned by a screw;
What were they, and their wonderful glory,
Compared, wooden Dobbin, with you?

You need neither manger nor bin;

You are shod without shoes to your feet;
You starve, and yet never grow thin;
You work, and want nothing to eat!

II.

My father has steeds in his stable.

Worth hundreds and hundreds of pounds;

And oh very often at table

Their worth and their praises he sounds: