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hand pretty, fair-haired girl, with dark blue
eyes, that seemed made for weeping.
This said Anderson, leading her to-
wards the stranger, SIS Alice Macleod, or,
as she calls herself, Birdalanc.*
The stranger drew her to him; and Ia
king her hand, gazcd long and earnestly in
her blushing face. 'Why do you call your
self Birdacnc, my pretty child 2
Because nurse called me so, when she
used to cry over me land say ! had no moth
er and no father to love me, and give me
pretty things, like Donald and Ellen Andcr-
son.
The strangers eye fell, and tears hung up
on the dark lashcs that swept his Checks
He rose, and walked to the window-and
Anderson heard the long-drawn sigh that
seemed to burst from a heart laden with old
remembranccs. Presently turning to the
pastor, he said, Il am satisfied, good sir, full
ly satisfied, that this frendiess one cannot be
in better hands, TO fulfil her mothers wish,
and keep her 'unspotted from the world =
Then presenting a sealed packet, he added,
warmly grasping Anderson's hand, BE still
father to that orphan girl, and God requitc
you ten fold in blessings upon your own -
lie stopped down, kissed the wondering Al
ice and hastily left the apartment. Ander-
son went to the window, and in few mo-
ments he saw groom lead out two horses.
The stranger mounted one, and putting spurs
to his stocd, Anderson soon lost sight of him
in the windings of the road.
The worthy pastor, dismissing the little
Alice to her playma'cs, prepared to open the
packet. In an evclope, upon which was
writtcn-'A marriage portion for the daugh-
ter of Annie Macleod was draft for one
thousand pounds-and on paper folded
round small miniature the following words ::
"A likeness of Annie, such as she was when
the writer first knew her. IT'S now but the
SHADOW of shade. The beauty, gaiety, and
innocence it would perpetuatc, are gone, like
the hopes of him, who still clmgs to the
memory of what she was, with all the tc-
nacious regret of an undying remorse.'
Some time after this event, business called
Anderson to Edn1urg. One day, while
pcrambulating the streets on his various en-
gagcments, he saw the self-samc figure which
remained imprinted on his mcmory-thc
neutrality-suspicious. stranger, who had visited
him at the MAJ >, Issue from the castle gates,
and descend with a slow step and melancholy
air down the high street. Curiosity, or per-
haps better feeling, prompted Anderson
to follow at a distance, and ascertain who he
WIS. 1t was Lord -.
"'Tis even IS thought" said tic good
pastor; poor Annie fell a victim to the arts
Of Lord -. Alas he was too accom-
plished a scduccr, for SUCH artlcssncss as
hers to cope with
The sweet ties that bind the sons Of viY,dc
to their social iiresidc, arc too simple for the
epicurean taste ofthc libcrtines the tender
interchange of welded minds. ,hc cndcaring
cares OF legitimate love, are simple wild
flowers, that witIcr in the hot-bcd of scnstl-
ality corrupt heat. Never can the proud
Joy, the refined pleasure of faithful husband
be his.
For high the bl - that waits on welded love,
re I, purost emblem Of the bliss lhoyci
To draw ntw rapture from another l'y,
To share each pang AMI hall It's sting -troy.
Oionc fond heart to be the slave and lord,
III SIS and be bIcssd, adore and be ado d
To own the link Of soul, the chain ofmnl,
SubIlmesi friendship, passion most refined
Passion, to lifo's evening hour still warm,
And friendship brightest in t. darkest hour.
To conclude. The little Alice never lcf
the Mansc. where she lived rs her mother
wished, 'unspottcd from tic world A.
she grew TO womanlood, her simple braut,
and arlcss manner won the affections Of Do.
maid Anderson, the SON Of her hcnciartor
They were married, and oijcn when Alic,
looked upon the smiling chcyubs that climbcl
her m internal knee. the svcr-h caded pastor
as he sat by the inglc in his elbow chair
would put an arch expression, and her where
was little Birdalanc now while Alice, blush
ing, and laughing, would draw her little nest.
lcrs closer to her womanly BOSOM and so an
swer the good man.
After life of active charity, full of year:
and deeds, the venerable pastor of -
slept the sleep Of peace, in that ciurcl
where he had often reused others from {
darker slumbcr than that Of death. Aitcl
his dccoaSc, and written in the old fashioned
hand of his father, Donald Anderson touul
amongst his papers manuscript, dated ma.
ny years back, containing the history of AM
ME Macleod; which, wit, some slight alter.
atoms, and the omission tparticuIdr names
! (ior obvious reasonS,) is now submitted &c
those readers, whose hearts will not permit
their heads to crilcse simple and unadorn.
ed tale.
tBrdalauo means in Scotch the Inst, or only one
| of their racc-Onc who has outved I'LL ties.
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WEBSTERS'S REPLY TO HAYNE
The Washington cores ondent of III,
Boston Atlas relates an anccJote in relation
TO the celebrated reply Of MIR. Webster tC
| Mr.. llaync, that has never before been pub,
lished. At the time Mr.. llaync made hi
attack, Mr.. Gales Of the National Intclli
gcncer, who has been the most accomplished
reporter IN the country, Glanced TO be in the
Capitol. Hearing that Mr.. Webster intend
ed to reply, and being told by him that i
would be short one, he undertook ono,
more his long neglected vocation of rcpor
ter. Instead, however. of consuming abou
half an hour, as Mr.. Webster had promise,
! in tie commencement, as is well known. thu