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CHAPTER II.

In the mean time, Ele amor chatted and
laughed aud sang anddanccd as galIy and
sweetly as ever, and looked ashewitch-
ing as possible, and did every thing she
could to please her indulgent aunt, ex-
cept-the one thing neediul.' She wouid
wear all her dresses claspcd ut her throat
though her neck had the dazzling tint
of alabaster-she aOouid sing her gayest
songs when she ought to have sung the
most tender ones; and she would smile
Just as enchantmgly on penniIess poe,
as on a naughty Millionaire. What was
to be done with the proud and wiIl(ll mai
DEM Was she looking for a coronet!-
We shall see.
About this time an English nobloman
arrived in New York, and a succession of
parties were given in his honor by the
elite of the city. Rich, elegant and faci-
mating he was caressed and hatlered by
mammies, and smiled and bIushcd at by
daughters, till his handsome head,was al
most turned.
'Now! said the aunt, if i can only
bring him to the point, | am sure of her.
She must be marble to resist him And
80 she laid her plans; but unfortunately
for her. Lord r had laid his plans
also. He had his minds eye wide open
although he pretended for the jokes sake
to have il, shut; he saw at a glance he'
aim, and believed that the charming
Eleanor, with all her pretended nonchol
ancc shared in it fully. He (ancitd then
both fair game, and resolved to anus
himself with, to use his own words, 'thei
absurd expectations And Eleano
thought it perfectly natural, this youthful
love of amusement--she liked like her
self, and had not the slightest obIec,o
to the gentleman having his; but not :
a hcr expense, oh no! So she, too, lai
her plans.
My dear, aunt, she said one mornin
coaxingly, and with a demure archncss {
% manner, which rather puzzled the perso
addressed; my dear aunt, leave tbs on
10 NO. --'---- - J. '----'
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ADVICE TO THE GIRLS.

Do you want good husbands' Then
cease to act like fools Who that pos
scsses common sense, will be seen with a
female who takes PRIDE in saying she new
or does homework, and cannot bear the
sight of a mcdaniel So long as you
turn up your noses at honest industry,
and take particular pains to tell your
friends that you are not obliged to work,
and know nothing about the kitchen, you
will be Stunned by the best portion of
young men, who will esteem it as a priv
ilege to have you pass them without utter
ing word. Your company may be court
ed-but by whom? The well-fed and
well-drcssed pauper and teathered fop--
and by them alone. Cease, then, girls,
to make fools Of yourselves. Work more
and CAB less. Read and study during
your leisure hours, and not labor to IN
prove upon nature Comet.
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Ncw Intentions. The inventive genius
of this age is a subject Of graduation and
triumph. Among the last inventions that
have come to our knowledge, are
Yellow spectacles for making white but
ter look yellow. They are grea, saving
in expense, as any butter eaten in these
spectacles looks perfectly yellow.
Tin shirts to be worn next the skin,
very cool in warm weather, and warranted
to preyent any one from being wet through.
Ninepine made Of cork, warranted to
fall down by the wind from the bali.
Gingerbread buttons--to be worn to
General election.
A patent saucepan for warming ice
water, for the benefit of those who do not
like To take it cold.
Pens which move Of Themselves reQTir-
ing only to he kept upright, when they will
trace The most sublime ideas and perPe-
trate the most sublime poetry
Wooden knives to kill pigs with, invent
cd by the Humane Society
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CHAPTER Y

what is the matter, Nelly, said her
aunt, the next morning as they sat to-
gether in the library; you have neither
smiled nor sung to-day. | do really be-
licve you are in love at last
Eleanor had been sitting for half an
hour with her graceful hand over her
eyes, and she did not remove it as she
answered in a low, faltering voice.
Dear aunt, am not quite well to-
day.
But ] know by your voice you are
crying, Nell. Tell me what troubles
you.
Mr. Cuthbrt ma'am!' said servant
opening the door: shall | show him in:'
yes, John, certainly; and, John, or
der my carriage round directly, Can |
do any thing for you, Eleanor? | am
going to shop
Eleanor did not hear her. The car
riagc came, Mrs Howard departed, and
tie lovers were left alone.
And now, my poor Eleanor, you mast
say yes There Is no chance of escape
this time. You love him and he wor-
ships you, Be n good child now, and
don't make fuss about it,
And Ernest told his love with all the
eloquence of which he was MASTER
There was no reply. The hand was still
over the eyes that he wanted so much to
look into, and in trying to withdraw it he
discovered that she was weeping.
Tears, EIeanor-and for me! Speak
to me, dearest! Do not keep me in such
suspense. Once more will you be mine?'
MOP
Cuthbcrt started as if a thunderbolt
had fallen at his feet-though her voice
was scarcely audible.
mo Eleanor! What does this mean:
| feel that you love me
Eleanor sobbed passionateIy.
'Are you resolved to deny me-;
Il ami! This time the tone was dis
tinct and firm
Then, Miss Howard, I must wish you
very good morning. and with stately
step he left the room.
And the proud maiden, pressing her
hands convulsiyely on her heart, listened
to his receding footsteps and murmured
Dear, dear Ernest Thank God it is
over.
Before Ernest had walked the length
of one square from the house, new
light flashed upon his mind. That's it,
by Heaven! She Is noble creature,
and she shall be mine yet, if fortune can
make her So
what, he too!' exclaimed her aunt and
the world the next day when they heard
the news; for the lover had purposely
spread it, The girl is perfectly pos
sessedn
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CHAPTER VI.

Three months went by and Eleanor How
ard, pale, but very lovely, was yet seen at
times, though seldom in the gay circles Of
which she had been once the brightest or
na;nent.
One evening, at musical soiree, SIZE
was turning over som engrayings on the
table when a lady near her exclaimed to a
neighbor, Look There is Ernest Culhbert
just enteringl How he has altered! How
pale he looks! He has just returned from
the South, where he has been to settle his
affairs. am told that he has lost all his
property: that one night in a ft-some
| say of arrangement, some Of intemperance
he slaked his whole estate upon u single
throw, aud lost! And now he has nothing
to depend upon but his talents san author.
Eleanor cast one hurried glance toward
the door--Ernest was gazing at her with a
lGok so full sorrowiul interest that she
could no, meet his eyes again, aud she
soon aflerwnrd took her leave, her heart
lhrobbing with mingled anguish aud JOY.
As she passed her lover, she said, in low,
hurried tone, inaudi5le to all but him, let
me see you tomorrow, Ernest!
She did not see the glow OF happy exut-
alton which lighted up his handsome
features as she spoke; for she dared no
raise her eyes, last she should betray he
emotions TO the crowd around,
Tomorrow came--the aunt and neic;
were again IN the library
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WOODSTOCK I'D,
know young Cuthbcrt will be oftho par

know young Cuthbert will be ofthe par
ty.'
Half an hour aiterward. Eleanor
love- entered the drawing-room, in q
plain white robe Of linen cambria, with
her graceful hair simply, almost care
lessly arranged and without single or
nament, But she looked so bewirching-
ly beautiful, with the blush coming and
going on her cheek, and the haIftearful
smile in her eloquent eyes, that her
aunt could not find it in her heart to
scold.
Eleanor, dear, sing Mr. Cuthbert that
song you composed yourself 1t is so
touching! Let me see, what is the first
Iine?-'My heart is like a"
Eleanor, dear spartivcly drowned her
aunts memory and her voice too in a
spirited waltz, and then began to sing
the gayest and sentimental song she could
think Of.
Il see you are determined said Cuth-
bert, smiling as he leaned over the in
strument.
Determined on what, Mr. CuthbertH
TO make me respect even more than
| love you, if that can be- he whispered
passionately, forgetting, in the entrance
mcnt of the moment and in the charm of
her presence, that he had chosen very
awkward time and place for a doclara-
ton.
Involuntary Eleanor raised her eyes,
filled with tears of blended sorrow and
delight, to his face; the next moment she
smiled, shook her head pIaylully, aud fin
ished the song.
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We'll, Eleanor said Mrs Howard, ST
it seems Mr. Cuthberl has lost all his prp-
erly,'
Yes, thank Heaven
'ThanI Heaven! What a heartless
creature you are, Eleanor! really though,
you loved that man.
And so | did and do! Oh! aunt, you can
not guess how fOndly how truly | love him!
Would TO heaven he would renew his pro-
posas-l would not hesitate now to accept
him.
Nov! Penniless, and through his own
imprudence! You, who have refused such
offers! Eleanor Howard, you are mad
'And 1t vas precisely because they were
such offers that did refuse. | have made
a VOW never to marry rich man.
But what can induce YOU
Mr. Cuthburt, maam. Shall | show
him him ln!' said servant opening the
door.
yes, John said Mrs Howard, with a
sigh, and this time she did not order the
carriage.
After few moments restrained CONVEX
sation, Eleanor looked up frankly, and
brayeIy IN Ernest's face, and said, with a
sweet and maidenIY dignity which few
could resist.
Ernest, do YOU love me stil!'
Love you! Oh, Heaven!-too much
too madIy! But am no longer worthy Of
your acceptance. You haze heard of my
losses, Miss Howard; why do you mock me
thus!'
Mock you dear Ernest She laid her
little hand timidly in his, and with modest
firmness continued,
Mr. Cuthburt, ever since we first met
have loved you, Irefused your proposals
because-because--nay,t matters not why.
But now, if this hand and the heart that
must 90 with it can console you for your
loss, forgive ills unmaidenly boldnesS and
take them you will
She hid her face upon his shoulder, and
Ernest Cuthburt, with his whole soul in
the embrace with which he held her to his
heart, babe Heaven bless her for her truth.
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The following which is rather rich, ia
said to have occurred in one of the colleges
in the interior of Georgia.
LIST Stndent-"Good morning father A.
braham"
Farmer--"l am not Father Abraham. "
ID S--"No its father Isaac"
F--"Nor am ! father Isaac"
Sd Swell, then you are father Jacob. >
F-"No, nor father Jacob either"
Isl Swell, who are you ihen?"
F.-I am Saul, the son Of Kish, whom
his father sent to hunt the asses, and |
have found three ofthem!'
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CHAPTER |

IT was the misfortune Of Eleanor How
ward to have no protector but manGu-
vering aunt, and great misfortune it is
to a girl so sensitive, so high-souled as
was our heroine. Mrs Howard, herself
a leader Of The ton, was determined her
nelcc should make brilliant match, and
she spared no pains to bring it about: but
the more she tried to show her off, the
mere she kept her on; for Eleanor was
a girl of spirit as well as delicacy, and
though her aunt had managed repeatedly
by dint of the most skilliul generaship, to
bril- 9 an 'eligIble' to her feet, Eleanor,
with quiet dignity peculiar to herself,
invariably bade them rise, and gave them
to understand that they had mistaken
themselves and her.
Mrs Howard was in despair; not that
Eleanor was a burden to her-by no
means! She was no dependant-she had
a little income other own: and was more
over a gay and charming companion for
the sometimes lonely widow,
But the lady Aattcred herself she had
natural iaste-ior match mixing. In
deed she had never known it fail before
She had married off three ncces in as
many years, neither Of them half so in
teresting as Eleanor, and she was more
vexcd at her want of success in this in
stance than she chose to avow.
The men were astonished, the women
amazed and incredulous. Both saw
through the designs of the aunt, and half
suspected the niece Of partaking them,
until her repeated reIusals of rank, wealth
and fashion convinced them in spite of
their spite to the contrary.
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CHAPTER III.

Left to herself, unrestrained by her
aunt's surveiIance--by cautions, hints
and praises-unhumiliated by the con.
seriousness Of being nightly Shown off,
Eleanor was more enchanting, more be-
witching, more lovely than ever. If ever
a declirate touch of coquetry was excusa-
bic in any case, it certainly was in this.
Lord r was caught in his own net,
ere he was aware Of his danger. Now
with proud and almost imperial dignity
repellng TO them-at one time sad,
shrinking and sensitive, at another Joyous
and frank as child, Eleanor, with ex-
quste tact, outmannuvercd her aunt
! aud lover at once, without in the least
compromising her maiden delicacy; for
she never for moment gave what any
one but very vain man would have dared
to call encouragement to his devotion
Yes! Lord T. was caught in his
own net, as he deserved to be, and he
had no alternative but to lay his hand,
heart and fortune at her feet.
Eleanor listened in tranquil silence till
he had finished, and then, calmly adjust
ing bracelet on her arm, told him very
gravcly that she had made resolution
never to marry title.
Lord F. looked at her in profound
amazement, and it required all her self
possession to subdue the smile which was
trying to plly round her lips. After a
few moments pause he resumed, with a
halt-suppressod sigh at his own mognan-
unity.
And if, for your sweet sake, dearest,
loveIicst! ronounce my title, them
ooh! Then should be exceedingly
obliged to you; but the truth is, | have
solemnIy determined never to marry
man of wealth.
Lord r was COMPOUNDED. His very
eyebrows rosy to reply Blu, he con-
qnered once more his dismay and sur
prise, and, gazing passionatcly on her
beautiful downcast face, where the rosy
light of love seemed drawing into day,
exclaimed with renewed fervor,
'And what are riches in comparison
with you-with you" love, my TREASURE
Hencelorth l am penniless if that will
please you. | will endow hospitals
churches, universities, asylnms, poor
houses, Libraries. | will do any thing you
wish.
Eleanor began to be alarmed. what
am to do with him;' she SAID to herself
whoever heard of such an accomodat-
ing man? 1t is very vexaious' And
then her conscience reproachcd her a
Little, and, touched by the ready goner-
osi'y Of her lover, her eyes filed with
tears of sclf-reproach; but timely rec
objection of his snpercilious manner on
their first acquaintance restored her ma
tive pride, and, smiling through her tears
she replied,
1 thank your lordship for your pref
erenco Of myself TO so many more wor-
thy of you in rank and fortune; | APP
preciate your disnlerestedness and grieye
for your disappointment, butt
His eyes flashed impatientIy. 'But
what, Miss ElowardH
Il have made VOW never to unite my
seIIt to foreigner on any account what
ever
The Englishman sprung to his feet and
left the house in rage. 1t aras too bad
was it not' His tile, his wealth, his
birthplace, all of which would have been
so may passports to the favor of most
young ladies' in her situation, were here
used positively as reasons for declining
his address. 1t was indeed too bad.
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A MAMMOTH SrEAMER.-We learn from
the New York Commercial, that a new
steamboat TO be called the 81 Nicholas, is
now building in New York, to ply between
that city and Albany, 1t is intended that it
shall be longer, stronger, and faster than any
steamer on the Hudson.-and will cost for
~ thousand dollars more than the Knick-
erbocker. Her length is $40 feet, breadth
35 feet, OFFENDERS % inches diamater, and
l2 fee, stroke.
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VOLUME V.
From Benlly's Miscellany.
THE FOREST TREE.

Hail 10 the lone old forest tree,
Though past his Ieafy prime!
A type Of Engond's past il he,-
| A tale of her oden time.
He has seen her sons, for thousand years,
Around hun rise and fall;
But well his green old age he wears,
And still survives them all.
Then long may his safeguard the pride and care
or our chlldren's children be;
And long may the axe and tempest spare
The lone old forest treel
The Norman baron his steed has rein'd,
And the pigr i'm his Journey slay'd
And toiI-worn sert brief respite gain'd
In his broad and pleasant shade;
The friar and forester loved il well;
And hitherto the jocund horn,
And the solemn tone of the vesper he II,
On the evening breeze were borne.
Frar and forest, lord and slave,
Lie mouldering; side by smo,
In the drcamless sleep Of namrlrss grave,
Where reveng earrhworms hide;
And Echoe no longer wakes at the sound
or bugle or yesper chime;
For castle and convent are ivy-bound
BY the ruthless hand of Time.
But gentle and few, with the stout old tree,
Have the spoilers dealings been;
And the brock, ms of old, is clear and free,
And the turf beneath as green,
Thus Nature has scatlerd on every hand
Her lessons, since earth began,
And long may her sylvan teacher stand,
A check 10 the pride Of man.
And long may his safeguard the Pride and care
Ofour children's children be;
Long, long may the axe and tempest spare
The lone old forest tree! J. T. b.
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FLOWERS.

"What is the use oflowors?" exclaims
a thrifty housekeeper, meanwhile busily
polishing her fre-irons What is the use
of bright fire-irons; say we in reply1 or
of any fre.irons at alb could not you
make fire on two stones, that would
keep you quite as warm? What's the
use Of handsome table cloths and bed
spreads' one might eat on board, and
sleep under buffalo skin, and not really
s,arve either!
When you see house standing all
alone, bare Of shrub or flower, except
perhaps some volunteer lunches Of this
tie and pig weed, what do you infer Of
its inmates' And when you have passed
even log cabin, where the swcetbrier
was carefully trained around the door,
while wells of morning glories and Of scar
let beans, shaded the windows, did you
not Immediately think Of the dwelcrs
there, as neat, cheerful and agreeable2
This is more especially the case in regard
to the homes of the poor. The credit of
the rich mans grounds, may belong to
his gardener, but they who can keep no
gardener, and whose simple flower garden
springs out Of moments stolen from nee
essary labor, possess genuine and cor
dial love Of the beautiful, to render even
an humble dwelling so fragrant and fair.
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Ne'c GlOSsmy,-As the meaning Of an
immense number of words in common use
has undergone a striking change within Il
few years, sc have concluded TO frame
glossary of the senses in which they are
now. We give this week the modern in
terpretaions OF few words in most iamil-
lar use. GencrOsity.--sIandering man be-
hind his back, in order to avoid wounding
his feelings. Agc--an inGrmily that az
iects men only, not women. Temperance
total abstinence from rum, and excess
in everything else. ScuraEly-see news
papers devoted TO morality" &c, Com
mon SenSC--a vulgar qualify, excluded
from all colleges. Courishjp-and ingen.
lous and agreeable mode of deception
Medical Practice--the art Of using soft
soap, Homc--a place married men visit
occasionally, when tired Of lounging in
shops and tayerns, in order that they may
yawn or fret Till they are satisfied. Hon.
esty--unoxpectedIy meeting creditor in
company, and 'forAng over to prevent Il
dun before folks, RelgiOn--a dress
worn on Sundays. Lore-an undcfnable
longing for wealthy girls purse. Resptc-
ta6iHty-wearing fine cloths.
Yankee Blade.
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An exchange paper contains an anec-
dole Of lady who was oyertaken with an
uncommon commodity commonly called
modesty. Her husband had been eudeay-
oring to convince her Of the improperly Of
a female wearing pants, but had always
failed, until one morning he said--"My
dear, do you know those Luitons on your
pants have got eyes?" The wife burst in
to tears and pulled them of.
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i do not understand you, childp

I do not understand you, childH
Let me man@uvro this time. | prom
Use TO succeed. He shall propose in six
months. Please, anntP
'You are saucy girl, to intimate that
1 have ever mannuvered-hut have your
own way-I give il IN, and, with an APP
proving smile that quite contradicted her
first words, Mrs Howard continued to
herself, cxutingly, THE bird is Gagged at
last!
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"Boy, why don't you go to school"
Cease Sir, daddy is oleared that If ,
learns every thing now, shan't have any
thing to learn ven comes TO 60 to the
cademy"
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no bettr Yet.-An cid lady having
heard somebody say The mails were very
Irregular" remarked. "it was jst so in her
young days; no trusting TO any of their fair
words.n
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A MATCH FOR
T He MAT CHI M A KER
BY FRANCIS s. osGooD.

The blessings of the skies all wait upon her;
Health, grace, inimitabIc beauty wreathed
Round every motion; On her lip the rose
Has left its sweetness For what bee to kiss;
And from the darkenlng heaven Of her eyes
A starry spirit looks OUT Can it be love?
BJ1Ju r1J nLr1U
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MIR Clay, MIR Cl4yw said an ccCen-
trio genius who met him one day on a
ste 4mboa,; "iiis'er Clay!" Cat the same
tlme catching hold of his coat,) what is
your opinion ofthe Tariff
why" said Mr. Clay, composedIy, try
ing to disengage his garment, "my opln-
ion is that this Goa, will tear Jyou don,
let 60"