young friends; joy, for a while kept her awake; but she at length dropped into a deep sleep,—and next morning, with the kind adieus of the young ladies, she was conducted on a mule, to within a short distance of her father's vineyard. Need I tell what joy followed the narrative of her adventure, and her success; or what blessings were bestowed upon her? I am sure I need not,―my young readers can easily picture the family group,-and the questions, and smiles, and kind looks, that passed among them. But there was something beyond this-the inward contentment which follows the happy accomplishment of a virtuous resolution, and this, Rosalie felt. I have nothing to add to my story, more than that, some time after this event, Dufrêsne and his family removed to a larger vineyard, on the estate of the Baron Chaubert, where, as he increased in wealth, he joyfully repaid the ten louis-d'ors,—and still acknowledged in his prosperity the hand of God; and that Albert ever continued to remember with gratitude, and to repay with kindness, the affection and the services of his beloved sister. THE DEAD ROBIN. BY THE AUTHOR OF SOLITARY HOURS.' I. POOR robin redbreast!-there lies he! We found him dead just now, In our old mossy cherry-tree, Just by the broken bough. II. Cried little Jane: 66 see, cherries red!" But Mary looked, and "Oh!" she said, ""Tis Rob's red stomacher!" III. Too sure 'twas he-poor pretty thing! He lay there, stiff and cold; So stiff-his icy, frozen wing |