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Ehawangunk Mountain. by Alfred B. Street,
Steps to Ruin, No 3, by Mrs. Jane C. Campbell,
Straggling Extracts from a Journal kept in Switz-

erland, by Miss Catharine M. Sedgwick,

Steps to Ruin, No. 4, and the last, by F. C. Wood-


The Rival Fiddlers, by Miss Augusta Browne,
The Bewildered Savage, by Mrs. L. Maria Child,
The Jewess of Constantina, by Mrs. Mary Thomp-

The Subject of Mr. Longfellow's New Poem, by

Evelina R
The Grand House in our Village, by Clarence Atwell,
The Surrender of Detroit, by Mrs. C. Maria Sheldon,
The Voice of the Mute, by W. Gilmore Sinms,
The Vale of Ovoca, by Rev. H. M. Field,
The Hindoo Anchorite, by Mrs. L. Maria Child,

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Lulin, or the Dianiond Fay, by Mrs. F. S. Osgood, 198
Lines, hy Susan Pindar,

My Sue, by Rev. R. Hoyt,

My Brown Hulan, by J. R Orton,
Memory. by Clark Jillson,

My Green Mountain Home, by W. G. H.

Oblivion. by R. H. Stoddard.

Prayer from the Iberian, by Caleb Lyon,

Responsibility, by Mrs. L. H. Sigourney,

Sunset, hy Frank

Sing not of Fame, by W. Gilmore Simms,


Sonnet, by Edgar A. Poe,

Suffering. by Elizabeth Emmet,

Song from the Sanskrit, by Caleb Lyon,

Sonnet, by J. H. Bixby,

The Thriving Family, by Mrs. L. H. Sigourney,

The Emigrant from the Emerald Isle, by Miss Han-
nah F. Gould, .

To Mary, by Park Benjamin,

To a very Young Lady at Parting, by Silas Liver-

The Talisman, by W. C. Richards,

To the American Muse, by J. Hagen,

Thoughts at Hampton Beach, by Miss Ellen Elwood, 86
The Wreck, by George A. Bailey,

The Old Chapel Bell, by John G. Baxe,

The Disha of Porcelain, by Mrs. Mary E. Hewett, 127
Thirza, by R. S. Stoddard,

To a Young Lady, by 2. Barton Stout,

The Fairies, hy David Rice, M. D.,

The Gate of Tears, by Miss Louise Olivia Hunter, 165
The Forsaken by E. P. Requa.

The Last Sabbath of the Old Year, by Miss Juliet
A, Chadwick,

The May Queen by Miss Louise Olivia Hunter, 228
The Spring Time, by Francis C. Woodworth,

To a Pensive Beauty, by Miss H. J. Woodnjan, 264
The Bruised Reed He will not Break, by E. C.

The Irish Mother's Lament, by Mrs. E. T. Herbert, 273
The Dying Maiden, by the Happy Minstrel,

Womau's Sphere, by K. R. M.

Love's Memories ---Poetry by Mrs. Emma C. Em-

bury, Music by Mrs. C. L. Hull,
The Merry Sleigh-Cell --Poetry by J. D. K., Music
by Miss Augusta Browne,

The Silent Tear-Composed by Herman S. Saroni, 140
Speed, Gallant Bark.--Poetry hy Roswell Park,
Music by Miss Augusta Browne,

Flowers of Autumn.—Poetry by M. S, Music by
Henry C. Watson,

Song of a Greek Islander in exile --Poetry by Mrs.
Hemans, Music by Ann Sloman,



Steps to Ruin, No. 4.-Mezzotint.
Fashions --Steel --Colored.
The Voice of the Mute.-Wood.
Christ in the Garden.
Scenes in Dreain-Land.
A Psalm of Praise.
Scene from a Journal in Switzerland.-Wood.
The Wreck
The Old Chapel Bell.
The Fairies.

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Gallant Exploit of Lieut. Schuyler Hamilton, near

the Dell of Yobla.'-Mezzotint.
Love and Murder.


The Rescue.---Line.
The Guide - Mezzotint.
Fashions.-Steel. Colored.
The Swallows.
The Green Mountains.
The Pensive Beauty.
Initial Letter on Hands.
The Dying Maiden.

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GENTLE reader, were you ever at Lisbon ?

object which will striko your attention ; and should No.

you have the curiosity to investigate its interior, Then get a skilful mesmerizer to put you into a you will see a thousand or more lively, oliveclairvoyant state, and travel there instanter. After colored, bugle-eyed, Spanish children—for those you have seen the respectable old lions of the city, professors of laziness, the monks, have given place the church of St. Roche, with its miraculous mo- to orphans—enjoying themselves in the innocent saic, the beautiful Adjuda, and the monstrous Ne- and gleeful sport of early youth. cessidades, place yourself quietly in one of those Having fed your eye with this the most delightunwieldy canvass-backed omnibuses you will see ful sight humanity can gaze upon--for what can lurking about, and after a pleasant ride through a be more heart-thrilling, or wake up so spontaneous very picturesque suburb, you will find yourself at a glow of adoration within the soul, than to see Belem, whose magnificent convent will be the first I those images of the Maker, fresh from his own

VOL. 11.NO. I.


almighty hand, ere contact with this vicious world recognize an atmosphere of perfume wafted through has effaced tho angel impress from their features? the open windows, from a garden absolutely radiant

Having, as I before observed, feasted your eyes, with the choicest flowers of the earth. just cast them towards the brow of the opposite Having closely observed all this, you will doubthill, and there, buried in a nest of olive groves, and lessly acknowledge, as I did, that the sunniest jalousied like an Italian palazzo, you will perceive portion of creation could scarcely furnish a brighter the splendid mansion of Senor Fernando Basta, a spot, or the hand of art adorn it with more exquirich-uncommonly rich—wine merchant, who site skill. And now for my “ tale."-Stay! having made a large fortune by a lifetime, almost, Upon recollection, I believe I said that Senor of unmitigated business application, thought, silly Basta was a “ silly mortal,” and feel bound to mortal, the best way to enjoy tho “almost ” would give something like a proof of my assertion. I'll be to get him a wife, and a country house ; and do so, reader, by asking you one question. retire, patriarchally, to enjoy the residue of exist- Do you imagine that an irascible, joalous-temence under the shadow of his own fig tree.

pered, rather savage-minded Spanish gentleman of A few moinents' walk will bring you to the fifty-five (he called it forty), could be deemed anyplace, and I entreat you to take the trouble, on thing but one of the most foggy-brained of elderly your own account, if not to pleasure me; for I as- noodles, who would, with malice aforethought, sure you that you will enjoy a very delightful walk thrust his neck into the life-yoke of matrimony, through those orange-hedged gardens, the ripe with—bless the man's courage-a sprightly specihalf of the fruit tempting you to tasto--they eat men of Andalusian vivacity, aged seventeen, and only the sunny side of an orange there--the noble yet have the unspeakable audacity to expect ease Tagus rolling beneath you, its waters mirroring the and happiness for the approaching winter of his intensely-blue sky. You will not only view, with life? bounding pulse and heart of admiration, the mag- Did he do such a foolish thing? nificent panorama which will lie stretched before Most assuredly, venerablo sir. you-that is to say, should you be so fortunate as Was she so stupid as to marry him? to select a fair day—but let the weather be propi- Inde«d she was, my dear young lady, just eight tious or not, you will be enabled more readily to months before my story commences. unravel the intricacies of my story, and follow its Inasmuch as you concede the fact of their silliwindings from chamber to terraco, from garden to ness, I shall proceed with my relation. balcony; having once, leisurely, and with that view steadily in your mind, thoroughly examined the establishment.

At one of the windows which looked cityward You will perceive that the house is built on the of the residence just described, stood the Senora true Spanish plan, the entire of the ground floor Isabel Basta, wholly concealed by the closed taken up by ono apartment, having windows on jalousie ; with an anxiously-fixed look she gazed all sides which open upon a spacious terrace, luxu- on a receding figure,—it was her husband; no riously matted with unnumbered vines and trees, sooner did he turn the angle of the street than forming a leafy shade through which the prying she bounded back into the room, and clapping her sun-beams find it impossible to penetrate. As you hands, exclaimed in accents of evident delight, enter this sumptuously-appointed room you will “Come forth, my poor prisoner!” seo-nay, do n't be frightened, it cannot be an in- A mysterious-looking recess slowly opened, a trusion, recollect you will be travelling mesmeri. brilliant little brunette rushed forward, and the cally, and consequently-I presume, for I am not two sisters were locked in a fond embrace. learned in the mystery—invisible ;-you will per- “My sweet girl, my beautiful Anita !” ceive, I say, that nothing has been omitted to “ My own, own Isabel!” render it perfect in all appliances, for ministering And now, while they are loading each other to the case, comfort, and happiness of its occu- with sisterly endearments, it would be an excellent pants. There is a lavish profusion of elegant time to attempt some idea of their personal atmaterial, and yet overy article is in exquisite taste, tractions, but I have not ability, neither has the from the gorgeous mantel-clocks reflected in the language sufficient strength to do them justice. vast mirrors, to the minute but expensive articles Therefore I will leave you to picture to yourself of vertu, arranged with studied negligence upon two of the very loveliest of created beings, full of the pier tables. If your intangible feet are sus- the fresh joyous spirit of girlhood, sparkling with ceptiblo of pressure, just walk across the carpet ; animation and—but they are about to speak, so you will find tho sensation will be like that pro- you must fill up the description as you pleaso. duced by the deliciously-soft but springy moss one “He's gone, Anita; my Bluebeard told me he meets occasionally on rocky surfaces, and if your should be away until ng, and so wo may olfactories have their natural capabilities, you will amuse ourselves without fear.”




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“My dear sister," replied the other, “I am " And therefore I presume," laughingly sugtruly sorry to be the cause of so much uneasiness gested Isabel, “ I had better see about his admitto you; do you know why Senor Basta has forbid- tance myself.” den me his house?

• No, no," quickly exclaimed Anita. From his absurd, groundless, but most annoy- "Oh! very well, just as you please," and Isabel ing jealousy," answered Isabel. “You can form very provokingly threw herself on the divan. no idea to what an extremity he carries his folly, After a few moment's pause, occupied by Anita but he shall not hinder me from seeing you, Anita. in demolishing, with curious perseverance, a very I cannot be immured in solitude, so do promise to beautiful rose-bud, she ventured to say, remain a few days longer.”

“ And yet, dear Isabel, the sun is 80 warm Nay, do not urge me to stay, dear sister ; it in the garden." would grieve me to the soul wero I to be the “ So it is, and Andrea has a most delicate commeans of producing any annoyance between you plexion,” replied Isabel, starting up and ringing and your husband.”

the table bell, a signal for her own maid. “We "Well, I shall not press you ; I have only one must be merciful to the poor stricken youth." more remark to make," continued Isabel, folding Scarcely had the sweet silver tone of the bell her sister in her arms, and looking with an ceased vibrating when Nivetta entered the apartarch expression straight into her lustrous eyes. ment. NIVETTA, thou perfectest specimen of that

* Through some means, a certain young inamo- distinct species of the human animal, the Spanish rato, by namo Senor Andrea, has heard of your confidante, would I had the time and space to visit, and has been observed hovering about the chronicle thy various excellencies ; thou unapneighborhood, looking as anxious as a keen sports- proachablo compound of fidelity, intrigue, shrewdman in search of game. Of course,"—here the ness, hypocrisy, and intuitive hatred for all jealous glance deepened into positive mischief,—" you husbands ; but inasmuch as Rossini has immortalknew nothing about it."

ized the characteristics of thy race very sufficient“I confess, I did," timidly replied Anita. “I ly in the ever-pleasing “ Barber," my untutored have seen him, and I assure you, gave him a very learning may well be excused. severe lecture on his folly and imprudence.”

“You were astonishingly close, Nivetta," said “And pray, what did you say to him ?”

Isabel, in a severe tone. “ I told him, on pain of my displeasure, never to Always was, madame," very piquantly reventure near this house again, until he was quite plied the intriguante, “and always intend to be as certain that Senor Basta was not at home." close as sealing wax."

“ Thou model of prudence, sagacity, and” * Remember, Nivetta, you are but new to this what more she would havo addod it is impossible house, and I will have no long ears straining to for me to imagine, for just at that moment the catch every syllable uttered." sisters were startled into an attitude of pleased “ Law, my lady, my ears are uncommonly attention, by the sound of a very musical voice short,” replied Nivetta, with an affectation of simproceeding from the garden ; what tender thoughts plicity very artistic, “and moreover, as discreet a it gave breath to I know not; suffice it to say, they pair as ever decorated the outside of a lady's own were rendered with sweetness, softness, and taste, maid's head. They would n't hear what they and had an evident effect upon one of the listeners. ought n't if I was ever so inclined ; it's quite Could a painter have caught the form and features astonishing how deaf they can be upon occasion." of those two sisters, as entwined around each other “I'm glad of it,” said Isabel ; but just catchthey held their breath to catch the singer's ac- ing an imploring look from Anita, she suddenly cents, he would have immortalized his canvass, recollected what she summoned her attendant for, and himsell.

and quietly desired that she would acquaint the At length the voice was hushed, and Isabel, musician they would like to hear a specimen of his peering under at the downcast eyes of her blush- ininstrelsy within the apartment. ing sister, said slily,

“ So, so," thought Nivetta, while her little The cavalier has taken your hint pretty Spanish heart beat high at the prospect of an quickly, sister dear; are your nerves quite steady?" adventure. “A musician, eh! good. This is a

Not quite, Isabel ; but it is more on your ac- part of my duty I like well; it promises excitecount than my own."

ment, pays, and do n't fatigue." " I'm grateful for such consideration," quietly “ And now, Anita, I presume you will not reresponded Isabel, adding, with a satirical glance, quire my presence at this interesting interview, “ For my pleasure perhaps you will condescend to but pray remember, that during such sweet moallow the Troubadour to be admitted."

ments, time takes a rapid fight;" so saying, Isabel Not on any account,” replied Anita, “I could kissed the burning cheek of her beautiful sister, not be guilty of so imprudent a step."

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