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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Travellers + A Tale. Designed for Young People. + +Author: Catharine Maria Sedgwick + +Release Date: March 31, 2010 [EBook #31832] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE TRAVELLERS *** + + + + +Produced by David Yingling, Alexander Bauer and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This +book was produced from scanned images of public domain +material from the Google Print project.) + + + + + + +</pre> + +<div class='text-block'> +<p class="tnote break-after" style="margin-top: 5em;"><b>Transcriber's Note:</b><br /><br /> + +Every effort has been made to replicate this text as faithfully as +possible. Therefore odd spellings—even in geographical names—were +mostly retained. Obvious errors were corrected though, as well as +some punctuation issues—especially regarding the placement of +quotation marks. However, all changes (corrections of spelling and +punctuation) made to the original text are marked <ins class="correction" title="transcriber's note">like this</ins>. The original text appears +when hovering the cursor over the marked text. Additionally the changes +are listed at the <a href="#Corrections">end of this text</a>. +</p> + +<p class='center'>THE<br /> +<span style='font-size: 200%; line-height: 200%;'>TRAVELLERS.</span></p> + +<p class='center' style='font-size: 150%;'>A TALE.</p> + +<hr style='width: 3em; min-width: 3em;' /> + +<p class='center'><i>DESIGNED FOR YOUNG PEOPLE.</i></p> + +<hr style='width: 6em; min-width: 6em;' /> + +<p class='center'>BY THE<br/> +<span style='font-size: 150%; line-height: 200%;'>AUTHOR OF REDWOOD.</span></p> + +<hr style='width: 12em; min-width: 12em;' /> + +<table summary=''> +<tr> +<td style="padding-right: 2em;">“Then slowly climb the many-winding way,<br /> +And frequent turn to linger as you go,<br /> +From loftier rocks new loveliness survey.”</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td style="text-align: right;" class="smcap">Childe Harold.</td> +</tr> +</table> + +<hr style='width: 12em; min-width: 12em;' /> + +<p class='center' style='font-size: 135%;'>NEW-YORK:</p> +<p class='center'><span style='font-size: 125%; line-height: 150%;'>PUBLISHED BY E. BLISS AND E. WHITE,</span><br /> +And Sold by<br /> +<span style='line-height: 150%;'>COLLINS AND HANNAY, NEW-YORK, AND CUMMINGS,<br /> +HILLIARD, AND CO. BOSTON.</span></p> + +<hr style='width: 6em; min-width: 6em; margin: 0.8em auto;' /> + +<p class='center' style='font-size: 135%;'>1825.</p> + +<div class='blockquote break-before' style='margin-top: 6em;'><p><i>Southern District of New-York, ss.</i></p> + +<p class='dropcap'>BE IT REMEMBERED, That on the fourth day of April, A.D. +1825, in the forty-eighth year of the Independence of the United +States of America, E. Bliss and E. White, of the said District, +have deposited in this Office the title of a Book, the right whereof +they claim as proprietors, in the words following, to wit:—</p> + +<p>“The Travellers; a Tale Designed for Young People. By the +author of Redwood.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i6">‘Then slowly climb the many-winding way,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">And frequent turn to linger as you go,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">From loftier rocks new loveliness survey.’<br /></span> +<span class="i18" style='white-space: nowrap;'><i>Childe Harold.</i>”<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>In conformity to the Act of the Congress of the United States, +entitled, “An Act for the encouragement of Learning, by securing +the copies of Maps, Charts, and Books, to the authors and proprietors +of such copies, during the times therein mentioned.” And +also to an Act entitled, “An Act supplementary to an Act entitled, +an Act for the encouragement of Learning, by securing the copies +of Maps, Charts, and Books, to the authors and proprietors of such +copies, during the times therein mentioned, and extending the benefits +thereof to the arts of designing, engraving, and etching historical +and other prints.”<br /> +<span style='float: right; margin-right: 3.5em;'>JAMES DILL,</span><br /> +<span style='float: right; margin-right: 1em;'>Clerk of the Southern District of New-York.</span> +</p> + +<p style='padding-top: 5em; text-decoration: overline;'> +J. Seymour, printer.<br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class='break-before' style='padding: 5em 10%;'><span class="smcap">The</span> following pages are inscribed to the +youthful brother and sister, who are associated +with every picture of unfolding +virtue, in the mind of their affectionate +friend,<br /> +<span style='float: right;'>THE AUTHOR.</span> +</p> + + + +<h1><a name="THE_TRAVELLERS" id="THE_TRAVELLERS"></a>THE TRAVELLERS.</h1> + + +<p><span class="smcap">In</span> the month of June, (the jubilee month +of poets and travellers) in the year eighteen +hundred and eighteen, Mr. Sackville, +his wife, and their two children, Edward +and Julia, made the grand tour of Niagara, +the lakes, Montreal, Quebec, &c. Both +parents and children kept journals, in +which they recorded with fidelity whatever +they observed which they deemed worthy +of note. We have been favored with the +perusal of them all, and have been permitted +to make a few extracts from them, which +we intend to combine into a brief narrative, +that we are sure will amuse our young +readers, provided their delicate essence +does not escape our unskilful hands.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">6</a><span>] </span></span>First, it will be necessary that our readers +should know into whose society they +are thus unceremoniously introduced.</p> + +<p>Mr. Sackville, in the prime of life retired +from the successful practice of the law, +to a beautiful estate in the country. Various +motives were assigned by his acquaintances +for his removal; but as those diligent +inquirers, who so conscientiously investigate +their neighbor's affairs, are apt to pass +over simple and obvious motives, those +which, in this instance, governed Mr. Sackville's +conduct, escaped their observation.</p> + +<p>The truth was, he had a strong predilection +for a country life; he was wearied +with briefs and declarations; he loved above +all things, the society of his accomplished +wife, and he ardently desired to participate +with her the happiness of educating their +fine children; and besides, he had many +little plans of utility and benevolence, such +as are naturally suggested to an active +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">7</a><span>] </span></span>and philanthropic mind on entering a new +sphere of life.</p> + +<p>Mr. Sackville purchased a fine estate in +the town of ——, in the state of ——. +We have left these blanks, which we are +well aware are very provoking to all, and +especially to young readers, in order to +allow them to locate the amiable Sackvilles +(the name we confess to be fictitious) wherever +they choose, north or south of the Potomac, +east or west of the Alleghanies; for +we sincerely believe that such pattern families +are to be found in every section of our +favored country.</p> + +<p>Edward was ten, Julia eight years old, +when they removed from town. They felt +a very natural reluctance at leaving the +city, their companions, and the only pleasures +they had ever known. But the state +of their feelings will best appear by a conversation +which occurred between them and +their mother, shortly before their removal, +while Edward was assisting her to pack up +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">8</a><span>] </span></span>some vials, which with their contents, composed +his chemical laboratory.</p> + +<p>“You are very good, dear mother,” he +said, kissing her, “to take such pains to +pack up these things: you have been in +such a panic about spontaneous combustion +ever since the night you found the +phosphorus<a name="FNanchor_1_1" href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> on fire, that I expected my +little cupboard and all its treasures would +be condemned. But,” he added, with a +sigh, “I suppose you think I shall want +my chemistry more than ever to amuse me +in the country.”</p> + +<div class="footnotes"><div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_1" href="#FNanchor_1_1" class="label">[1]</a> Phosphorus is a matter which shines or even +burns spontaneously, and without the application of +any sensible fire.</p></div></div> + +<p>“No, my dear boy, not more than ever.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, mother! Bob Eaton's father says +the country is such a bore—and Bob thinks +so too.”</p> + +<p>“And what,” asked Mrs. Sackville, “do +Bob <ins class="correction" title="Eton's">Eaton's</ins> father and Bob Eaton, mean +by a bore?”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">9</a><span>] </span></span>“Why, they mean, certainly”——Edward +began in a confident tone, and then +faltered a little: “that is, I suppose they +mean, that——that——that——” Edward +found it as difficult to explain their meaning, +as the original utterers of the profound +remark would have done if suddenly called +on: and he was glad to be interrupted by +a soliloquy of his little sister, who stood in +one corner of the room, wrapping something +in half a dozen envelopes.</p> + +<p>“Farewell!” she exclaimed, as the man +says in the play, “‘a long farewell’ to my +dear dancing shoes—”</p> + +<p>“Pardon me, Miss Julia,” said her mother, +“for cutting short such a pretty pathetic +parting: but here is another pair of dancing +shoes, which you will please to put +with those you already have, and I trust +you will have the pleasure of dancing them +both out before you come to town again.”</p> + +<p>“Dancing them out, mother! shall we +dance in the country?” exclaimed both the +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">10</a><span>] </span></span>children in one breath. “I thought,” continued +Edward, “that we should have +nothing to do in the country but get our +lessons; and all work and no play, you +know, mother, makes Jack a dull boy.”</p> + +<p>“Oh yes, Ned, I know that favorite proverb +of all children. I am sorry to find +that you have such a dread of the country. +You know, my dear children, that your +father and I are devoted to your welfare, +and that we should do nothing that would +not contribute to your happiness.”</p> + +<p>Edward had quick feelings, and he perceived +that there was something reproachful +in his mother's manner. “I am sure,” +he said, “that Julia and I wish to do every +thing that you and papa like.”</p> + +<p>“That is not enough, my dear boy, we +wish you to <em>like</em> to do what we like.”</p> + +<p>“But surely, mother, you cannot blame +us for not wishing to go and live in the +country.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">11</a><span>] </span></span>“No, Edward, I should as soon think +of blaming poor blind Billy, because he +cannot see. Unhappily you have been +entirely confined to town, and are ignorant +of the pleasures of the country. I only +blame you for thinking that your father and +I would voluntarily do any thing to lessen +your innocent pleasures.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, mother!” exclaimed Edward, “we +did not think any thing about that.”</p> + +<p>“Well, my dear, perhaps I am wrong in +expecting you to <em>think</em>—reflection is the +habit of a riper age than yours. You +must trust me for one year, and at the expiration +of that period, you and your sister +shall decide whether we return to town or +remain in the country.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, mother! how very good you are. +One year—well, one year won't be so very +long—only think, Julia, in one year we +shall be back again.”</p> + +<p>“Not quite so fast, Edward,” said his +mother; “you are not to decide till the end +of the year.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">12</a><span>] </span></span>“Oh, I know that, mama, but of course +we shall decide to come back.”</p> + +<p>Mrs. Sackville looked incredulous, and +smiled at his childish confidence in his own +constancy. “I see, mother, you don't believe +me; but of course, Julia and I can't +wish to live away from every thing that is +amusing.”</p> + +<p>“Come, Julia, your brother has taken it +upon himself to be spokesman, but let me +hear from you, what are the amusements +that you so dread to leave.”</p> + +<p>“Why, in the first place, mother, there +is our dancing-school: every time I go to +take my lesson, Mr. Dubois says, ‘Pauvre, +Miss Julie, point de cotillon; point de gavots +in de country; ah, qu'il est sauvage—de +country.’”</p> + +<p>“Dubois for ever!” exclaimed Edward, +as Julia finished her <ins class='correction' title='mimickry'>mimicry</ins> of her master's +tone and grimace. “Oh, he is the +drollest creature—and Julia is such a mimic—the +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">13</a><span>] </span></span>girls will have nobody to make +them laugh when she is gone.”</p> + +<p>Mrs. Sackville secretly rejoiced that Julia +was to be removed, in a great degree, +from the temptation to exercise so mischievous +a faculty. She, however, did not turn +the drift of the conversation to make any +remarks on it. “Console Mr. Dubois,” +she said, “my dear, Julia, with the assurance, +that your mother will take care that +you do not lose the benefit of his labors in +the service of the graces. Your father tells +me, there is in our neighborhood a very +decent musician, who does all the fiddling +for the parish. I have purchased some +cotillon music, and I hope your favorite +tunes will soon resound in our new mansion.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, that will be delightful, <ins class='correction' title='mother'>mother,</ins> +but Edward and I cannot dance a cotillon +alone.”</p> + +<p>“No, but we are not going to a desert. +There are enough clever children in the +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">14</a><span>] </span></span>neighborhood, who will form a set with +you; and now, Julia, that I see by your +brightened eye, that you think the affliction +of leaving the dancing-school will be alleviated, +what is the next subject of your +regret?”</p> + +<p><ins class='correction' title='‘The'>“The</ins> next, mother? what is next, Edward?”</p> + +<p>“I do not know what you will call next, +Julia, but I think the theatre comes next.”</p> + +<p>“O! the theatre—yes, the theatre—how +could I forget the theatre?”</p> + +<p>“Well, my children, I think you can +live without the theatre, as you go but once, +or at most twice in a season; a pleasure +that occupies so small a portion of your +time, cannot be very important to your +happiness, or regretted very deeply.”</p> + +<p>“A small portion of time, to be sure, +mother,” replied Edward; “but then you +will own it is delightful: you yourself exclaimed +the other night when the curtain +drew up, ‘what a beautiful spectacle!’”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">15</a><span>] </span></span>“Yes, my love, but nature has far more +beautiful spectacles, and I have kept you +too long from them.”</p> + +<p>“But, mother,” insisted Edward, “nothing +can be so pleasant and startling, as +when the curtain suddenly draws up and +discovers a beautiful scene.”</p> + +<p>“It may be more startling, my dear Ned, +but it is not half so delightful as to see the +curtain of night withdrawn in a clear summer +morning, and the lovely objects of +nature lighting up with the rays of the rising +<ins class='correction' title='sun.'>sun.”</ins></p> + +<p>“But, mother, there is the orchestra—”</p> + +<p>“And in the country, my dear, we have +bands of voluntary musicians on every side +of us, who set all their wants, and all their +pleasures to music, and pour them forth in +the sweetest notes, from morning till night. +These musicians will hover about our house +and garden the entire summer, and ask no +reward, but to share with us our cherries +and raspberries; a small pittance from the +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">16</a><span>] </span></span>generous stores of summer. But, come, +my children, what next?”</p> + +<p>“What next, Julia? Let us think—Oh, +there is the museum. I am sure, mother, +you cannot say a word against the museum—such +a variety of curiosities, and elegant +specimens of every thing, and I have heard +you and papa both say, that it is a very instructive +as well as amusing place to visit.”</p> + +<p>“Certainly it is, my dear, a vast collection +of natural wonders, and artificial curiosities; +and I am glad you value it sufficiently +to regret it. But, my dear children, +nature has her museums every where: her +productions are all curiosities, and the +more you study them, the more you will +admire the wisdom and goodness of their +Creator. Every vegetable that springs from +the kind bosom of the earth—the earth +itself—the rocks—the pebbles—living creatures, +their instincts and habitudes—are +all a study for you. The volume is open +and outspread before you: God grant +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">17</a><span>] </span></span>me grace to train your minds and hearts, +that you may read therein—read with that +enlightened understanding and benevolent +spirit, which prompted a christian philosopher +to say, ‘the air, the earth, the water, +teem with delighted existence. On whichever +side I turn my eyes, myriads of happy +beings crowd upon my view.’”</p> + +<p>Any farther record of the conversation +would be superfluous, and might prove +tedious. It is our purpose to give some +anecdotes of Edward and Julia, and not +their history.</p> + +<p>As might have been expected, our young +friends in the country, were like beings +rescued from an artificial mode of existence, +and restored to their native element; and +when their mother, at the expiration of the +year, asked them if they were ready to return +to town—</p> + +<p>“Return to town, now, mother!” exclaimed +Edward, “it is impossible.”</p> + +<p>“Some time or other, mama, perhaps +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">18</a><span>] </span></span>we should like to go back, but not now,” +said Julia. “We cannot go now, when +we have so much to do. The frost is just +out of the ground, and Ned and I are as +busy as bees in our garden.”</p> + +<p>“And, besides,” said Edward, “there is +my brood of ducks, that the old hen has +just brought off; I am so curious to see her +fright when they take to the water; and +there are my bantam pigeons; bantams are +so delicate, that you know, mother, I could +not trust them to any body's care but my +own.”</p> + +<p>“I think old Cæsar might take charge +of your bantams, Ned,” said Julia; “but I +am sure my pet lamb—”</p> + +<p>“Oh, Julia,” interrupted Edward, laughing, +“give her the sentimental french +name.”</p> + +<p>“Very well, I will, and you may laugh +as much you please: Orpheline—I am sure +Orpheline would not relish her food from +any hand but mine, she is so used to me; +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">19</a><span>] </span></span>and my darling little partridges, that I am +trying to bring up to be domestic birds, I +would not leave them before I have made +a ‘satisfactory experiment,’ as papa says; +and then, mother, we did not half fill our +herbariums last summer. Oh, we have a +world of business on our hands,” continued +Julia, with the air of one who duly realized +the importance of her momentous concerns.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Sackville smiled, but made no reply, +and Edward said, “I was thinking, +mother, as I sat on the door-step last evening, +and listened to the hum of the happy +little creatures that are waking up for the +season, that I had new eyes and new ears +given to me, since I came to live in the +country. Even the hoarse croaking of the +frogs in our meadow, sounded pleasantly +to me; quite musical.”</p> + +<p>“Equal to the music of the orchestra, +my dear Ned.”</p> + +<p>“Not quite so fine, mother,” replied Edward, +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">20</a><span>] </span></span>“but it seemed to have more meaning +in it.”</p> + +<p>“You are right, my dear Edward,” said +Mrs. Sackville; “you have new senses, or +rather, your senses are unlocked to the reception +of the sweet influences of nature. +I have more happiness than I can express +to you, my dear children, in finding that +you have already imbibed a taste for those +pure pleasures, that will remain the same, +whatever change of condition or circumstances +may await you.”<a name="FNanchor_2_2" href="#Footnote_2_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a></p> + +<div class="footnotes"><div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_2_2" href="#FNanchor_2_2" class="label">[2]</a> Miss Hannah More, at the age of seventy-five, +said to Professor Griscom, ‘the love of the country, +and of flowers, is the only natural pleasure that remains +to me unimpaired.’</p></div></div> + +<p>Another year passed to this virtuous +family, full of useful and innocent occupations, +and in the month of the already noted +June, they left their home. The parents +with rational expectations of pleasure, from +visiting some of the most interesting scenes +in our country, and the children with the +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">21</a><span>] </span></span>anticipation of unbounded delight, so characteristic +of childhood.</p> + +<p>Their travelling party included Mr. Ralph +Morris, a bachelor brother of Mrs. Sackville. +Mr. Morris was a man of intelligence +and extreme kindness of disposition, +a little irritable, and when the sky was +clouded, and the wind blew from the wrong +quarter, somewhat whimsical.</p> + +<p>As we hope that our young readers will +conceive a friendship for Edward and Julia, +before they part with them, they may have +a natural curiosity to know whether they +were brown or fair, and all the etceteras of +personal appearance. Edward was tall for +his age, (twelve) and stout built, with the rich +ruddy complexion and vigorous muscle of +an English boy. His eyes were large and +dark, and beaming with the bright and +laughing spirit within: his hair was a mass +of fair clustering curls, which he, from a boyish +dread of effeminacy, had in vain tried to +subdue by the discipline of comb and brush. +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">22</a><span>] </span></span>His teeth were fine and white, and with as +little prompting from his mother as could +be expected, he kept them with remarkable +neatness. His mouth was distinguished +by nothing but an expression of frankness +and good temper. His nose, (a feature +seldom moulded by the graces) his nose, +we are sorry to confess, was rather thick +and quite unclassical. His character and +manners preserved all the frankness and +purity of childhood, with a little of that +chivalrous spirit which is such a grace to +dawning manhood. For the rest, we will +leave him to speak for himself.</p> + +<p>The sister's person was extremely delicate +and symmetrical, with too little of the Hebe +beauty for childhood, but full of grace and +<em>gentillesse</em>.</p> + +<p>Her complexion was not as rich as her +brother's; but it had an ever-varying hue, +which indicated the sensibility that sometimes +suddenly swelled the veins of her clear open +brow, lit up her <ins class='correction' title='hazle'>hazel</ins> eyes with electrifying +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">23</a><span>] </span></span>brilliancy, and played in sweet dimples +about her mouth; in short, though she was +not beautiful, she had an expression of purity, +truth, and gentleness, far more attractive +than mere beauty; an expression that +was once happily described by a French +lady, who said to Mrs. Sackville, “when +your daughter smiles, it seems to me, that +it is frankness and virtue that smile.”</p> + +<hr /> + +<p>We are well aware that young people +do not like to be harangued about scenery; +therefore, though our travellers sailed up +the Hudson, we shall resist every temptation +to describe its beautiful features, features +as well known and loved as the familiar +face of a friend; neither will we detain +them on the scarcely less beautiful Mohawk, +though we are sure they are not rebels +against nature, and that their hearts would +dilate if we had the power to present to +their imaginations this lovely stream, winding +through the valley it enriches, as it +looked to the eyes of our young travellers, +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">24</a><span>] </span></span>brimfull from recent rains, reflecting in its +living mirror the verdant banks, the overhanging +trees, the richly-wooded hills, and +the clear heaven.</p> + +<p>It would be impossible to record the exclamations +of the children. “It is a perfect +picture, mother, all the way,” said Julia.</p> + +<p>“I like every thing but these dronish +farmers,” said Edward. “See, papa,” he +continued, (not, perhaps, unwilling to display +his agricultural observation) “see, +that groupe of men, black and white, all +leaning on their hoes, and staring at us, +and they will stand and look just so, until +the next carriage comes along, while their +corn is trying in vain to shoot above the +weeds that choke it. They seem to have +no more soul than the clods they stand upon. +I wish some of the farmers on the cold +desolate hills of New-England had this +fine soil.”</p> + +<p>“My dear Ned,” replied <ins class='correction' title='Mrs.'>Mr.</ins> Sackville, +“I do not wonder at your indignation. I +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">25</a><span>] </span></span>have myself been marvelling, that, as a +poet says, ‘Nature should waste her wonders +on such men;’ but there is compensation +every where, or, as your mother would +say, there ‘are divers gifts.’ The man born +to the inheritance of cold and sterile hills, +is compelled to be industrious, frugal, +vigorous, and resolute to live, and thus the +advantages of his moral condition are more +than an equivalent for the physical advantages +of a fine soil or climate, or both.”</p> + +<p>“Ah, well, papa,” replied Edward, “if I +had my choice, I should take this fine soil +on the Mohawk, and cultivate it with the +mountain virtues, industry, resolution, &c. +and I might make a paradise here.”</p> + +<p>“A paradise, Ned!” exclaimed Mrs. Sackville, +“do you remember that Milton says,</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i6">Now morn her rosy steps in the eastern clime<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Advancing, sow'd the earth with orient pearl,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">When Adam wak'd?<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class='noindent'><span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">26</a><span>] </span></span>If you would be a tiller of the earth, Ned, +you must learn to like early rising and hard +work, better than you do now, and not go +on living so like the lilies of the field, that +are clothed, though they toil not.” Edward +looked a little crest-fallen.</p> + +<p>“Your self-confidence provoked a gentle +rebuke,” said his father; “but it is a very +common mistake, my dear son, for those +much older than you are, to fancy they +should avoid the faults others commit, if +placed in their situation. But, before you +permit such a presumption, be sure that +you have resisted all the temptations in your +own path, and have performed all the duties +which belong to the sphere Providence has +assigned to you. Here we are at the close +of our day's journey, and my admonition +comes in very well, like the moral at the +end of a tale; this I think is one of the +prettiest places on the river. If I mistake +not, the village opposite to us is Palatine.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">27</a><span>] </span></span>The party alighted at Mrs. B's inn. The +children entreated their mother to take her +port-folio, and stroll with them along the +bank of the river, while the tea was getting +in readiness.</p> + +<p>As they came opposite the ferry, they +stopped for a moment to look at a scow approaching +the shore. There were several +men in it, and among them a black lad, who, +at the moment the boat touched the shore, +either by accident, or by the contrivance of +his mischievous companions, fell overboard. +While they gave way to a burst of merriment, +the poor blackey regained a footing +on terra firma, and shook the water from his +woolly locks and dripping garments.</p> + +<p>“You an't white yet, Cuffee,” said one +of his persecutors. “Look if he has dyed the +water,” said another.</p> + +<p>“Don't laugh,” said Julia to Edward, +who, with a boyish love of fun, had joined +in the laugh; “it is too bad to laugh at the +poor fellow.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">28</a><span>] </span></span>“You are right, Julia,” said Mrs. Sackville. +“It is hard to belong to a degraded +<em>caste</em>, to be born to the inheritance of jibes +and jokes.”</p> + +<p>They continued their walk a little farther +down the bank, discovering new beauties +at every step, till they came to a spot which +Julia insisted could not be surpassed; and +arranging a nice cushion on the grass with +her shawl, she begged her mother to make +a sketch there. “Now, mama,” she said, +<ins class='correction' title='you'>“you</ins> must take both sides of the river.”</p> + +<p>“You forget, Julia, that I cannot take a +panorama view.”</p> + +<p>“Then you must leave out the inn, and +the beautiful hill behind it, with its sycamores +and locusts, and the road that winds +along the bank of the river.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, my dear, here is the boundary of +your picture:—this magnificent elm-tree, +that seems to pay its debt to the nourishing +waters, by extending its graceful branches +over them.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">29</a><span>] </span></span>“And don't fail, mother,” said Edward, +“to mark the deep shadow it casts on that +pier of the bridge they are building—and +oh, do put in that little skiff so snugly moored +in the shade, and hooked to the tree—and +that taper church spire that stretches +above the thick wood on the left;—oh, if +you could but paint it as it looks now, with +that bright gleam from the setting sun on it. +And see, mother, just at this instant, what a +golden mist there is in the topmost branches +of that tree.”</p> + +<p>“Stop your chattering one moment, Ned, +till I get in this little brook on the left, that +is creeping so softly into the bosom of the +Mohawk. Oh, my children, it is an easy +task to draw these lines so as to convey a +correct idea of forms and distances, but very +difficult to imitate the colouring of nature, +the delicate touch of her skilful hand. How +shall I represent the freshness and purity +that marks the youth of the year?—like +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">30</a><span>] </span></span>childhood, Ned, smiling and promising, and +as yet unchanged by time.”</p> + +<p>“If not changed, not perfected by time, +dear mother,” said Edward, kissing his mother. +His manner expressed a mixture of +admiration and tenderness that went to her +heart.</p> + +<p>“You have spoiled my picture, Ned,” +she said, “I cannot make another straight +line. Come, Julia, take up the port-folio, +and we will return to the inn.”</p> + +<hr /> + +<p>We hope our readers will not complain +that we have not kept good faith with them, +if we have been tempted to loiter longer than +we promised on the banks of the Mohawk. +To reward them for their patience (if perchance +they have exercised that difficult virtue, +without availing themselves of the skipping +right—the <ins class='correction' title='readers'>readers'</ins> inalienable right) +we shall make but one stage of it from Palatine +to Oneida, not once halting at any of +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">31</a><span>] </span></span>the beautiful grounds, waterfalls, or villages, +that intervene.</p> + +<p>It was mid-day, and a hot day too, when +our travellers entered this Indian town, +which presents a striking aspect, situated as +it is in the heart of a cultivated and civilized +country.</p> + +<p>Huts are planted irregularly at some distance +from the road, in fields overgrown with +rank grass. Half-naked Indians, yelling and +hallooing, were riding to and fro without +saddles or bridles; on horses that looked as +wild as themselves. Some were stretched +along the road-side, in a state of brutal intoxication; +others were lying under the +shadows of the noblest patriarchs of their +woods, showing their patent right to indolence +as lords of the creation, while their +women and girls were sitting around them, +busily making baskets and brooms. On the +green were groupes of men shooting arrows +at a mark, playing at jack-straws, football, +and the various games of skill and +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">32</a><span>] </span></span>chance by which the savage drives away ennui—that +demon that persecutes most fiercely +at the extremes of the human condition.</p> + +<p>“One might almost fancy here,” said Mr. Sackville, +<ins class='correction' title='that'>“that</ins> the march of time had been +stayed, and the land spell-bound, by some +mighty magician. The log-huts of these +poor Indians are as rude structures as the +bark wigwams of their forefathers, and these +rich lands are a complete waste, except +where we see here and there a little patch of +corn or potatoes. The savages certainly +evince their faith in the traditionary saying +that ‘the Great Spirit gave a plough to the +white man, and a bow and arrow to the Indian.’”</p> + +<p>“And there,” said Mrs. Sackville, pointing +to some women who were hoeing, “there +is an illustration of another of their proverbs—‘men +were made for war and hunting, +and squaws and hedge-hogs to scratch +the ground.’”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">33</a><span>] </span></span>Edward interrupted the conversation, to +beg his father to stop in the village long +enough to allow him time to look into the +interior of some of the huts. While Mr. Sackville +hesitated whether to incur the delay +necessary to afford this gratification to +his son, the driver announced that his off-leader +had lost his shoe, and asked leave to +stop at a blacksmith's to have it replaced.</p> + +<p>This request was readily granted; and +while Mrs. Sackville entered into some conversation +with the blacksmith, who was a +white man, Edward bounded over a fence +and across a field, towards a hut which was +scarcely perceptible except by a smoke that +rose from it, and curled through the branches +of a lofty oak which stood before it.</p> + +<p>As he drew near the hut, he heard a low +voice, broken by sobs; he paused for a +moment, and then cautiously and softly advanced, +till he came so near as to hear distinctly +what was said, and to see enough, +through a small aperture where the clay had +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">34</a><span>] </span></span>fallen away from the logs, to prevent his +proceeding farther, and to excite his curiosity +to its highest pitch. An old Indian +woman was sitting on the hearth-stone, her +arms folded, and her blanket wrapped close +around her. It appeared that she had seated +herself there for the purpose of watching an +Indian cake that was baking on a shovel +before the fire; but her attention had been +so abstracted, that the cake was burnt to a +cinder. Her face and person were withered +by age; but her eye, as if lit up by an undying +spark, retained a wild brightness, and +was steadfastly fixed on two young persons +who stood before her, apparently too much +occupied with their own emotion to notice +her observation of them. The one was a +young girl, dressed in a riding habit and +Leghorn travelling bonnet. Edward was +not very well situated for accurate observation; +but though he was at the first glance +deceived by the brilliancy of the girl's +colour, heightened as it was by the excitement +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">35</a><span>] </span></span>of the moment, his unpracticed eye +soon detected unequivocal marks of the +Indian race, accompanied and softened +by traits of fairer blood. A young Indian +stood beside her, who, as Edward fancied, +had a certain air of dignity and heroism, +that characterised a warrior chief;—still +there was something in his attitude and +motions, that bespoke the habits of civilized +life. His dress, too, was a singular mixture +of the European and Indian costumes. He +wore a jacket with long sleeves made of deer +skin, and closely fitted to his arms and +breast. He had a mantle of blue broad +cloth, lined with crimson, made long and +full, hanging over one shoulder, and confined +at the waist by a wampum belt. On +a table beside him was lying a cap, like the +military undress cap of a British officer, with +a plume of black feathers tinged with crimson, +and attached to the cap by a silver arrow.</p> + +<p>The conversation between him and the +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">36</a><span>] </span></span>girl was in French, and made up of ejaculations +and vehement protestations, from which +Edward could not at first gather any thing +intelligible to him. The girl wept excessively; +the Indian's passion seemed too +powerful for such an expression.</p> + +<p>“You promise,” he said, “Felice; but +our old men say the winds are not more +changing than a woman's mind.”</p> + +<p>“Others may change; I cannot, Nahatton; +you know I would not leave you if I +could help it.”</p> + +<p>“Could help it! can your father's right +control nature's law? Oh, Felice!” he +added, smiting his breast, “that which I feel +for you is like the fires from the sun—the +hurricane from the south—the tide of the +ocean;—I cannot resist it.”</p> + +<p>“Nahatton! Nahatton! you know I will +return to you.”</p> + +<p>“Let me place this around your neck +then,” said he, detaching from his own a +chain made of porcupine quills, and curiously +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">37</a><span>] </span></span>woven. “My mother made it. She said it +was a charm, and would keep me true to my +own people. I wore it in France, and I +have returned to my tribe.”</p> + +<p>“Not about my neck, Nahatton,” said +Felice, as he raised his hands to clasp the +chain; “it looks too savage—bind it on my +arm.——Why do you hesitate?” she asked, +as she stood with her arm extended, and her +sleeve pushed up.</p> + +<p>“It looks too savage! Already ashamed +of your mother's blood! Oh, there is poison +in your veins!” and as he said this he +broke the chain, threw it down, and crushed +it under his foot.</p> + +<p>“Oh, Nahatton, I did not mean that;—I +am not ashamed of my indian blood—I +will make you any promise—I will swear, +on my knees I will swear to return to you.”</p> + +<p>“Swear then upon this,” said he; and he +took from his bosom a silver crucifix, and +offered it to her lips.</p> + +<p>At this moment the old woman, who, as +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">38</a><span>] </span></span>they spoke in French, only understood as +much as she could interpret from their gestures, +rose, and darting towards them, she +laid her hand on the crucifix. “No, no, +Felice; swear not!” she said; “the oath +will be written there,” and she pointed upward, +“when you have broken and forgotten +it.”</p> + +<p>Edward, in the intensity of his interest in +the scene, had forgotten the necessity of secrecy. +He carelessly leaned his arm on some +rails that had been placed against the hut, +one of them fell; the party within started and +looked around them, and Edward instinctively +retreated. If he went as swiftly as +the wind, and once or twice thought he heard +an arrow whirring through the air behind +him, we hope our readers will impute it to +the excited state of his imagination, and not +deem him a coward, ‘even upon instinct.’</p> + +<p>“Just in time, Edward, my son,” said +Mr. Sackville, who was standing by the +carriage in which the rest of the party were +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">39</a><span>] </span></span>already seated; “but what in the world ails +you? you look as wild as if you had met +a bear up in the wood there.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, you would look wild too, father, +if you had seen and heard what I have. +Oh, mother! Oh, Julia! you never will believe +what I have to tell you.”</p> + +<p>“I have something to tell you, too, Mr. Edward,” +said his mother; “and as you +are out of breath, and out of your wits, I +will tell my story first, which I assure you +is quite a romantic little tale to pick up by +the way-side.”</p> + +<p>“Well, do be quick, mother, if you please, +for what I have to say is so wonderful.”</p> + +<p>“No doubt; each one always thinks his +own wonder the most wonderful. But I +will not try your patience any longer. Do +you remember our speculating on an empty +carriage, which we saw drawn up under a +tree with a man standing by it, about half +a mile back?”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">40</a><span>] </span></span>“Yes, very well—but what of that, +mother?”</p> + +<p>“It was an idle inquiry about that +carriage of the good-natured communicative +blacksmith that led to the story, which +I am going to tell you. It seems that carriage +is to convey a young woman to New-York, +whence she sails for France.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, I saw her—I saw her,” exclaimed +Edward. “It can be none other.”</p> + +<p>“Well, Edward,” said Mrs. Sackville, +“I will give place to you; for I see you +are in such a state of fermentation, that I am +afraid your story will evaporate in exclamations, +while I am telling mine.”</p> + +<p>Edward thus relieved from restriction, +proceeded to recount with the animation of +an eye-witness, all he had seen and heard. +His audience listened to him with the most +flattering attention, and at the conclusion, +repaid him with exclamations, that proved +they were adequately impressed with the +extraordinary scene he had witnessed.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">41</a><span>] </span></span>Julia wished he had noticed whether the +chief (for thus he had chosen throughout his +narrative to designate his hero) wore moccasins +or shoes, and whether his legs below +his mantle, were bare, or covered with leggins. +She thought too, he might just have +staid to see whether the girl made the vow +or not: and his mother congratulated him +that the Indians had not executed summary +justice on him, and shot him flying for a +spy.</p> + +<p>“My story,” said Mrs. Sackville, “will +serve, Ned, as a sequel to yours, or rather, +an explanation of it. It seems that this +young girl, who is a Miss Bernard, had +left the carriage when we saw it, on the +pretence of going to take leave of her +mother's sister, who is doubtless the old +woman you saw. You were so fortunate +as to discover her real errand. She is the +daughter of a Frenchman—Rodolph Bernard. +His family was noble and rich: +they and their fortunes were sacrificed in +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">42</a><span>] </span></span>the convulsions of the French revolution, +and Bernard alone escaped and reached +America, with nothing but his life. It appears +from my blacksmith's story, that +young Bernard had a good deal of spirit +and enterprise, and more education than +most of the young nobles of that time. I +wish you to observe, my children, that +knowledge is a treasure not impaired by a +change of circumstances, but an immutable +good in every extreme of fortune. Bernard +remained in New-York for a year or two, +and subsisted by teaching French to some +Americans, and mathematics to his own +countrymen. He was then employed by a +company of French gentlemen, to explore +the western part of this State, then a wilderness, +and to furnish them such information +as should enable them to make an advantageous +purchase of the government. This +was not quite thirty years ago: and then +the cultivated country and beautiful villages +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">43</a><span>] </span></span>through which we have passed, were for +the most part a trackless wilderness.</p> + +<p>“At a <ins class='correction' title='wigman'>wigwam</ins> in Oneida, where he had +been compelled to ask for such hospitality +as it afforded, he was seized with the fever +of the country that usually attacked strangers. +For weeks and months he was nursed +by an indian girl, famed among her +people for her skill in such remedies as their +native wilds supply. You know, that in +the history of the early periods of all ages, +we find the healing art assigned to women. +You will remember, Ned, in your favorite +old ballads, many a kill or cure, performed +by cruel or tender leeches.</p> + +<p>“Whether it was the indian maid's skill +in medicine, that prevailed over the disease +at last, or her devoted kindness, it might +be difficult to determine; probably, Bernard +thought the latter; for though she +was, as my narrator's tradition says, ‘an +uncouth maiden to look upon,’ he declared +his love to her, and asked her hand of her +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">44</a><span>] </span></span>father. The father consented, but not till +after some delay, nor till he had ascertained +that Bernard's rank entitled him to wed the +daughter of a distinguished chief. She was +an only child too, and she was heir to +enough land within this Oneida reservation, +to make a principality.</p> + +<p>“The Frenchman understood how to +manage it. His ties to his own country +were broken. All his affections and interests +were concentrated here. He has been a +good husband and father—so indulgent as +to permit his wife on ordinary occasions, +to wear her indian dress, to which it seems +she has a bigoted attachment. His children +are well educated: and, Ned, our blacksmith +thinks, that your heroine Felice, would +be a perfect beauty, if she had such hair as +your sister's, and the olive tinge could be +washed out of her skin.</p> + +<p>“Bernard, since the late reverses in +France, has returned there, and recovered +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">45</a><span>] </span></span>an immense property which had been sequestered +by Napoleon.</p> + +<p>“Last year his family received dispatches +from him, by your ‘chief,’ Ned—who, if +not in reality a chief, is the son of a distinguished +sachem of the Seneca tribe, which is +located some where on the shores of Lake +Erie. The old Seneca chief was converted +to the Romish religion, by a Catholic missionary, +who persuaded him to resign his +son into his hands, to be educated a priest.</p> + +<p>“It appears that neither European intercourse, +nor the strict discipline of a catholic school, +have overcome the young man's +preference of the wild and lawless life of his +tribe. As I said, on his return from +France, he brought letters from Bernard to +his family, and here he has played successfully +the part of Othello the Moor, with this +young Desdemona; and the blacksmith +thinks that Bernard will play the enraged father +to the life, as it has been his declared +resolution from his daughter's birth, that she +should not wed an indian.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">46</a><span>] </span></span>“For the rest of my story, it is explained +by what you have witnessed, Edward. +The Seneca youth has visited his people, +and returned here just as Felice is on the +eve of departure for France, in compliance +with her father's requisition. As to the +future, whether she will remain constant to +her lover, as we are not seers, we cannot +predict—we can only guess.”</p> + +<p>Edward and Julia professed unbounded +confidence in Felice's fidelity. Mr. Morris +did not see what the girl could do better. +Indian she undoubtedly was, and he thought +it was a clear case for the application of the +Scottish proverb, ‘hawks won't pick out +hawks' een;’ at any rate it would be a +piece of effrontery for her to turn her back +upon her indian lover, and expect to win a +white one.</p> + +<p>Mr. and Mrs. Sackville thought it possible +that Julia might find Frenchmen in +whose estimation an ample fortune would +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">47</a><span>] </span></span>atone for the slight dishonour of her maternal +ancestry.</p> + +<p>Our travellers proceeded without accident +or adventure along the accustomed route +through fine villages, whose rapid growth to +maturity remind one of the construction of +a fairy palace by the touch of a magician's +wand. A few years ago this country was +unexplored save by the indian hunter, or +perhaps a devoted missionary, or lawless +trader. A wheel had never entered it—a +<em>shodden</em> horse was a curiosity; now, the +road is thronged with market-waggons, +stage <ins class='correction' title='coaches;'>coaches,</ins> and carriages filled with +idle, curious, or classic travellers, who go +to ‘the Falls’ to kill time, to increase their +stores of knowledge, or to gratify taste.</p> + +<p>Mr. Sackville was constantly directing +his children's observation to the prompt enterprise +and industry so conspicuous in a +new country, and stimulating their patriotism +by pointing out to them the increasing +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">48</a><span>] </span></span>riches and resources of their native <ins class='correction' title='land,'>land.</ins> +“For my own part,” he said, “I prefer the +sentiment that is inspired by the peaceful +triumphs of man over nature, to the patriotism +that is kindled on battle-grounds—if +not as romantic, it is certainly more innocent.”</p> + +<p>“Then I suppose, papa,” said Edward, +“that you prefer Virgil's georgics to his +epic.”</p> + +<p>“Thank you, Ned,” replied his father, +“for an illustration which proves that your +travels have not quite put your school out of +your head. I certainly do prefer the aspect of +our cheerful dwellings, blooming gardens, +and fruitful fields, associated as they are in my +mind with innocent occupation and moral +cultivation; to the ivy-mantled towers and +triumphal arches of the old world—they +are the records of feudal grandeur and +high heroic deeds, but deeds too often of +doubtful virtue, and of fatal consequences. +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">49</a><span>] </span></span>The melancholy poet may exult in describing +the ‘spectres that sit and sigh’ amid +their ruins; but if I had the <em>gifted eye</em>, my +children, I should rather look upon the +spirit of Contentment that hovers over our +land, and her sweet sister Hope, who points +with her finger of promise to the smiling +prosperity produced by busy hands and +active independent minds.”</p> + +<hr /> + +<p>When the travellers reached Black-rock, +where they were to cross the Niagara, they +were compelled to await for some time the +return of the ferry-boat, which was then +plying towards the Canada shore. While +they were detained, they amused themselves +with a company of Irish people—raw +emigrants, who had just entered our territory, +and were awaiting the departure of the +Erie steam-boat to convey them to the State +of Ohio. They had spread tents for their +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">50</a><span>] </span></span>temporary accommodation—Edward and +Julia went from one to another, asking +questions, and giving cakes and dried fruit +from their travelling stores to the children.</p> + +<p>They were particularly struck with one +buxom young girl with laughing eyes and +ruddy cheeks, who <ins class='correction' title='seeemed'>seemed</ins> to be a favorite +with the whole company, and not to belong +to any one; for she went from tent to +tent kneading an oat-meal cake for one +woman—dressing a lame arm for another, +and performing sundry miscellaneous offices +that always fall to the lot of those most useful +people who have nothing in particular +to do. Julia offered her a piece of cake, +by way of introduction, and then asked her +name:—“My name is Biddy Burns, <ins class='correction' title='an'>an'</ins> +please you, miss.”</p> + +<p>“And who did you come with, Biddy?”</p> + +<p>“I left home with my cousin; but it pleased +the Lord to take her to himself before +we came to Quebec, and she has left such a +pretty complement of children to her husband +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">51</a><span>] </span></span>to take care of, that I must e'en shift +for myself.”</p> + +<p>“Do you like our country, Biddy?” +asked Edward.</p> + +<p>“Och, my master, I could not miss liking +it, ye are all so free and hospitable.”</p> + +<p>“But Biddy,” said Julia, “how could +you leave your father and mother, and all +your friends?”</p> + +<p>“Sure it is, miss, if it thrives well with me +they will all come after.”</p> + +<p>“Sure enough,” said Mrs. Sackville, +“these poor Irish do all come <em>after</em>, sooner +or later. Are you a catholic, Biddy?”</p> + +<p>“I come from the north of Ireland, my +leddy.”</p> + +<p>“You are a protestant, then?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, my leddy; thank God and my +mother, that taught me the rasonable +truth.”</p> + +<p>“Can you read, my good girl?”</p> + +<p>“Indeed can I, my leddy. Thanks to the +Sunday school, I could read in the bible if I +had one, without a blunder.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">52</a><span>] </span></span>“Well, Biddy,” said Mrs. Sackville, who +thought it a good opportunity to give a +God-speed to the girl's pilgrimage—“here +is a bible in my basket—take it, and may it +be the guide of your life.”</p> + +<p>Biddy poured forth her thanks in many a +God-reward-ye, and then after hesitating for a +moment, she said, “I wish my leddy would +condescend to walk up here a bit, to a poor +woman who needs a kind christian word, +poor crater.” Mrs. Sackville and the children +followed Biddy to a tree which stood +a little above the encampment of the Irish, +where a woman was sitting on a log with a +sick child in her arms, and a boy of five or +six beside her.</p> + +<p>She was a middle-aged woman, with a +face originally plain, and deeply seamed +with the small-pox; but withal, there was +an expression of honesty and goodness, and +of deep sadness, that interested Mrs. Sackville, +though at first it failed to draw the +attention of the children from their good-humored +blithe companion.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">53</a><span>] </span></span>“Does this woman belong to your company, +Biddy?”</p> + +<p>“Bless you, no, my leddy.”—“I thought +not,” said Mrs. Sackville, who was struck +with the extreme neatness of the woman's +appearance, which presented a striking contrast +to all the Irish, even to our friend Biddy.—Her +child's head was covered with a +linen handkerchief—coarse and patched, +but white as the driven snow. There was +scarcely a thread of the original cloth in +her children's clothes—neither was there a +hole in them—their faces and hands were +perfectly clean, and their hair neatly combed.</p> + +<p>“You seem to find it possible, my friend,” +said Mrs. Sackville, patting the little boy's +face, “to keep your children clean in the +most difficult circumstances.” “I try my +best, ma'am,” replied the woman. “And +a slave, my leddy,” interposed Biddy, “she +makes of herself for it. Do you know that +when I offered this morning to stay by the +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">54</a><span>] </span></span>childer while she took a bit of sleep, that +instead of resting her soul and body, she +went and washed her things in the river, and +got leave to iron in the house yonder, and +did it all as particular as it might have been +done for you, my leddy.”</p> + +<p>The poor woman was wetting the sick +child's lips from a cup of water that stood +by her; and she took no notice of Biddy's +remark. Mrs. Sackville inquired into the +particulars of the child's sickness, which she +thought would yield to some common restoratives +which she had at hand; and just as she +was dispatching Julia for the dressing case +which contained them, a little rugged impish +looking boy came towards them, throwing +himself heels over head, with a segar in his +mouth, which he continued smoking while he +was making his somersets.—“Come, come, +Goody Barton,” said he, without heeding +Mrs. Sackville's presence, “come, we must +be up and moving. If we don't get over in +this boat, I shall disappoint the company at +Chippewa to-night.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">55</a><span>] </span></span>“Don't speak so loud, Tristy,” replied +the woman, “but take the pack to the boat, +and I will follow you.”</p> + +<p>“That surely is not your child?” said +Mrs. Sackville, as the boy walked off with +the bundle singing, at the top of his voice, a +very vulgar song, and affecting to reel like +a drunken man.</p> + +<p>“No, thank God,” said the woman, “he +is a poor heaven-forsaken lad, who is going +into Canada. He has helped me along +from Buffalo, and has offered to carry my +bundle to Chippewa.”</p> + +<p>It occurred to Mrs. Sackville to caution +the woman to be on her guard, for she +thought Tristy looked wicked enough for +any mischief; but a signal from the boat +obliged them all to hasten to the shore. +Biddy good naturedly took the eldest boy +by the hand and led him to the boat, and +then took leave of all her new friends, +pouring forth a shower of prayers that God +would bless them all, rich and poor.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">56</a><span>] </span></span>The woman, whom we shall henceforth +call by her name, Mrs. Barton, was reserved +in the expression of her feelings; but the +tear of gratitude she dropped on Biddy's +hand at parting, was an equivalent for the +girl's voluble expressions.</p> + +<p>There was, in all the poor woman's manner, +an unobtrusiveness and reserve uncommon +in a person of her humble degree, and +it interested Mrs. Sackville more than any +solicitation could have done. She ascertained +that Mrs. Barton was on her way to +Quebec, where she <em>hoped</em> to find her husband.</p> + +<p>“And have you the means of getting +there?” asked Mrs. Sackville. “It is a great +distance, my friend, and you cannot get +across Ontario and down the St. Lawrence +for a trifle.”</p> + +<p>“I know that, madam; but I have some +money; and if I find my own country people +as kind to me as the people in the States +have been, I shall do very well. Every +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">57</a><span>] </span></span>body feels pitiful to a lone woman with little +children. If it please God to mend my little +girl, I shall go on with good courage.”</p> + +<p>Mrs. Sackville commended the poor woman's +resolution, and busied herself putting +up some medicines for the child, and giving +directions about them, and was so occupied +with her benevolent duty, that she gave little +heed to Edward's continued exclamations. +“Oh, mother! how beautiful the +colour of the water of the Niagara is!” +“Mother, does not it give you sublime feelings +to think you are on the Niagara?” +“Mother, does not Lake Erie look grand +from here?” &c. &c. &c. Suddenly his +attention was diverted, and he was attracted +to the extremity of the boat, where Tristy, +the little “Flibbertigibbet” we have before +mentioned, was exhibiting various feats for +the amusement of the passengers. He was a +little, pale, <ins class='correction' title='wizzened-face'>wizened-face</ins> fellow, with a bleared +and blood-shot eye, his hair black, strait, +and matted to his head, his mouth defiled +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">58</a><span>] </span></span>with tobacco, and in short his whole appearance +indicating the depravity of one experienced +in vice. He dislocated the joints of +his fingers, stood firmly on his head, and +performed some of the difficult exploits of a +tumbler; and when he had done all this, +“Come, gentlemen,” said he, “shall I sing +you a song, or pray you a prayer? I'll suit +your fancy with either for a sixpence.”</p> + +<p>“No, no; none of your prayers, you little +son of the old one,” said one of the men; +“we shall have your master with the cloven +foot after us before we get to the shore: +you may sing us a song, though, only let it +be a decent one.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, well gentlemen, suit yourselves—I +am a Jack at all trades, you know—that is +to say, at any of the trades my father, that +is dead and gone, followed before me.”</p> + +<p>“Trades! your father followed no trade, +but the trade of the light-fingered gentry.”</p> + +<p>“I beg your pardon, sir; my dad was a +noted man in his day:—a carpenter, joiner, +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">59</a><span>] </span></span>tooth-drawer, barber, gardener, studying-master, +dancing-master, whipping-master, +fiddling-master, school-master, music-master, +play-actor, &c. &c.—all of which I am +yours gentlemen to command. Now for the +song:—there is Erie, and my song is Perry's +glorious victory.” He then half sung, +half recited, a ballad recounting Perry's gallant +exploits on the lake.</p> + +<p>It was impossible for a compassionate being +to see the little outcast without an emotion +of pity; or not to be affected by the +weak and almost infantine tones of his voice.</p> + +<p>“How old are you, child?” asked Mr. Sackville, +as the boy concluded his song, +and opened his mouth to catch the sixpence +that was tossed to him.</p> + +<p>“How <ins class='correction' title='old?”'>old?</ins> I do not justly remember; +but there is my age set down in our family +Bible, as my father called it, by his own +honored hand, on the day he got through, +as I have heard him say, his fourth term of +service at the state-castle.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">60</a><span>] </span></span>Mr. Sackville took from the child's hand a +filthy little dream-book, on the title-page of +which was scrawled, and scarcely legible,—“Tristram +McPhelan, born in the Bridewell, +city of New-York, on Friday—bad +luck to him—March 1807.”</p> + +<p>“You are then but eleven years old.”</p> + +<p>“Yes sir; and in that time I have seen +more of life than many of my betters twice +my age. I have been in every state in the +Union, and in every city of every state. I +have been in six alms-houses, two workhouses, +and ten jails, on my own account, +besides the privilege of visiting my father in +two different state prisons. While my father +lived we travelled in company, and +now I am obliged (he concluded, bowing to +Mr. Sackville,) to put up with what company +chance throws in my way.”</p> + +<p>Mr. Sackville took Edward by the hand, +and turned away, grieved and disgusted. +His eye fell on his daughter, who was sitting +beside Mrs. Barton, carefully sheltering +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">61</a><span>] </span></span>the sick child from the sun with her parasol, +while she nicely prepared an orange and +offered it to her. The little sufferer seized +it eagerly and devoured it, and then fixed +her eyes on Julia and smiled. The first +smile of a sick child is electrifying.</p> + +<p>“Oh! miss,” said the mother, “does not +she seem to say, ‘God bless you,’ though she +cannot speak it?”</p> + +<p>Julia was delighted with the revival of the +child, and with the mother's gratitude, which +was even more manifest in her brightened +countenance than in her words.</p> + +<p>“My medicine,” said Julia, “has worked +wonders; if I could but find one more orange, +I should quite cure my little patient;” +and she zealously ransacked the carriage, +and turned out every basket and bag in the +hope of finding another, but all in vain. +Disappointed, she turned to her mother,—“Cannot +we, mama,” she said, “do something +more for this poor woman before we +leave her?”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">62</a><span>] </span></span>“I do not see that we can, my dear,” replied +Mrs. <ins class='correction' title='Sackville,” I'>Sackville, “I</ins> have offered to pay +her stage fare hence to Newark, but she says +she has money, and declines receiving any +thing.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, then she is not obliged to go on +foot—I could not endure to think of the +child's being exposed to this hot sun.”</p> + +<p>“That, I am afraid, cannot be helped; +for the mother does go to Newark on foot. +I could not persuade her to ride. She insists +that she is very strong, and that her +child is so wasted she scarcely feels the burthen +of it; and besides, she travels but a +very short distance in a day.”</p> + +<p>Julia paused for a moment. She was very +reluctant to give up the point, and finally, +as the last resource of her ingenuity, she +proposed that her mother should take the +woman into the carriage. “We can just +squeeze her in for a few miles, mama; she +looks so perfectly nice, that even uncle can't +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">63</a><span>] </span></span>object; and I want so to know if the little +girl continues to get better.”</p> + +<p>Mrs. Sackville could scarcely refrain +from smiling at Julia's odd proposition to +take in a way-faring woman and two children, +but it had its source in such kind feelings, +that she would not ridicule it. “I am +afraid, my dear Julia,” she said, “that it is +quite impossible to gratify you. You know +your uncle already complains of wanting +elbow-room.”</p> + +<p>“Well then, mother, just listen to one +more proposal:—take the woman into the +carriage, and let Edward and me walk two or +three miles. Three miles will be quite a lift +to her, and Ned will lead the little boy.”</p> + +<p>Mrs. Sackville could not resist Julia's +eagerness, and after some consultation +with her husband and brother, she consented +to the arrangement, though it involved +them in some inconvenience and +delay. It was as much a matter of principle +as feeling with her, never to permit her +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">64</a><span>] </span></span>own personal accommodation to interfere +with the claims of humanity. A child is +more impressed with a single example of +disinterestedness, than with a hundred admonitions +on the subject. Mrs. Sackville +had some difficulty in overcoming the scruples +of Mrs. Barton, who felt a modest +awkwardness at seating herself in the carriage +with her superiors; but when they +reached the Canada shore, the necessary arrangements +were made, and she being at +last persuaded, on the ground of gratifying +the children, took their place in the carriage, +and it drove off and left Edward and +Julia to follow with little Richard Barton, +and Tristram with the wallet.</p> + +<p>Mr. Morris was one of those thrifty people, +who can never see any necessity of poverty, +and though he was in the main kind hearted, +he was rather inclined to be severe in +his judgment of the wretched. Poverty +was always suspicious in his eyes. No +sooner were they seated and well under way, +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">65</a><span>] </span></span>than he said, “It is a mystery to me, my +good woman, why people who have not any +spare cash should always be travelling. +Sometimes they are going up country to +see a relation—and sometimes down country. +All their kindred are sure to live at +their antipodes.”</p> + +<p>Mrs. Barton kept her eyes downcast on +her child, and made no reply. “Now,” +continued Mr. Morris, “what use or pleasure +there can be in lugging children from +Dan to Beersheba, is more than I can imagine.”</p> + +<p>“God knows, I do not travel for the +pleasure of it,” meekly replied the poor +woman.</p> + +<p>“Oh, no, no—I dare say not—I dare +say not”—said Mr. Morris, who had whiffed +away his pet with the first breath. “You +are of another sort. But, pray, my friend, +what are you travelling for?”</p> + +<p>“To join my husband at Quebec.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">66</a><span>] </span></span>“Your husband at Quebec—and you +here! how the deuce came that about?”</p> + +<p>“My child has fallen asleep,” replied +Mrs. Barton, turning to Mrs. Sackville; +“and if you, ma'am, will condescend to +hear the cause of my being here—there is +no reason that I should be loath to tell it; +only you know, ma'am, one does not like to +be forward about speaking of troubles to +strangers—and those so kind as you, it +seems like begging, which I am not forward +to do.”</p> + +<p>Mrs. Sackville assured Mrs. Barton, that +she felt great interest in knowing how she +came into her present circumstances.</p> + +<p>“My husband,” she said, “was a corporal +in the fortieth ——. We were in +Spain through all Wellington's campaigns, +and had just crossed the Pyrennees into +France, and were thinking of going home +to England again, when the regiment was +ordered to America. This was no great disappointment +to me—I have no known relation +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">67</a><span>] </span></span>in the world but my husband and child—then +I had but the one. My husband is +a sober man, who fears God and serves his +king with all his heart: and his pay with +my earnings, (for I did up all the linen of +our officers) furnished us a decent living. +When we arrived at Quebec, our regiment +was sent into Upper Canada.</p> + +<p>“Soon after we came to Newark, a detachment +from the De Watteville regiment was +ordered to make an attack on Fort Erie. +In this detachment was a corporal, a great +friend to us, who once saved my boy from +drowning. At the moment he was ordered +off, he had a child seemingly at the last +gasp. The poor man was distracted like, +and my husband, who had that tender heart +that he could never bide to look on misery, +offered to go as his substitute, and he went. +You've doubtless heard of the sortie of Erie: +that dreadful night my husband was taken +prisoner. He got a letter written to me from +Buffalo, to tell me all his ill-fortune. He +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">68</a><span>] </span></span>had been mistaken by some American soldiers +for a deserter from the American army; +and not being with his own regiment when +he was taken, or even among his acquaintance, +he could not prove who he was. He +had been ironed, and was to be taken to +Greenbush, near Albany.</p> + +<p>“He entreated me to procure from his +captain, the necessary papers to prove that +he was a true man, and to forward them to +him. Our captain was a great friend to +us; he gave me the writings, and I determined +myself to go to Greenbush. I met +with some troubles, and much kindness by +the way. The people in your States, ma'am, +are the freest and the kindest I have ever +seen. They seemed to me like God's stewards, +always ready to open their storehouses +to the naked and hungry. I had +money enough to pay for my boy's riding +the most of the way; for myself I seldom +felt weary, but pressed on beyond my +strength; still I did not feel it till I got to +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">69</a><span>] </span></span>Greenbush, and was told my husband had +escaped from confinement the week before. +Whither he had gone, no one knew, but all +told me that if he was not retaken, he had +probably reached Canada.</p> + +<p>“I would have come straight home again, +but my strength was utterly gone. I have +not much recollection from this time: I +remember having a fear that they would +take my boy from me, but all seems as a +dream, till I came to myself two months +after in the alms-house in Albany. From +that time I remained in a low wretched +state, for four months, when this poor +baby was born into this world of trouble.”</p> + +<p>Here the poor woman gave way to a +burst of tears, which seemed to be a relief +to her full heart; for afterwards, she proceeded +with more composure. “Many +months passed before I was able to do any +thing for myself. It pleased God to hear +my prayer for patience; and though I was +often without any hope that times would +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">70</a><span>] </span></span>ever mend with me, I was kept from fretting. +You are very kind to feel for me, but I will +not tire you with all my ups and downs for +the last three years. I have sent many +letters into Canada, but have never received +any return. My heart sometimes misgives +me, and I think my husband has gone to +Europe—or maybe is dead.”</p> + +<p>“But, why,” asked Mrs. Sackville, +“have you remained so long in the States?”</p> + +<p>“O, ma'am, I was afraid to undertake +the journey with my poor baby, who has +always been but delicate, and I was determined +not to leave Albany, where I had +made many kind friends, till I had earned +something to help us on our journey. I +know how to turn my hands to almost any +kind of work; and the last year has prospered +so well with me, that when I left +Albany I had forty dollars. At Buffalo +my poor baby was taken down; and I have +been obliged to spend ten dollars; with the +rest I hope to get to Quebec; and if +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">71</a><span>] </span></span>worst comes to worst, I may there find +friends to send me to Europe.”</p> + +<p>The poor woman's story was not one of +unparalleled misfortunes, but it was unusually +interesting to her hearers—there was +so much resolution and mildness blended +in her countenance, such perfect cleanliness +in her coarse apparel, and such an evident +solicitude to avoid any exaggeration, or +even display of her troubles, that could be +an appeal to the charity of her auditors, +that when she concluded, they felt convinced +of her merit, and deeply interested +in her welfare. They were now arrived +at the inn, where they were to await the +children, who arrived in the course of an +hour, heated and dusty—but declaring they +had never a more delightful walk.</p> + +<p>“Lord bless you, Miss,” exclaimed Mrs. Barton, +“you've heated yourself to that +degree, that the blood seems ready to burst +from your cheeks. I shall never forgive +myself if you get sick by it.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">72</a><span>] </span></span>“Oh never fear,” replied Julia, “I did +not feel the heat at all.”</p> + +<p>“But there is such a thick sickly feeling +in the air to-day.”</p> + +<p>“Sickly feeling,” exclaimed Edward, +<ins class='correction' title='I'>“I</ins> am sure I thought the air was never fresher +and sweeter.”</p> + +<p>“You can now understand,” said Mrs. Sackville, +speaking in a low voice to her +children, <ins class='correction' title='“ the'>“the</ins> charm of the ring in the +Fairy tale, bestowed by the benevolent +Genius; which whenever worn, produced a +clear sky, a smooth path and fragrant air. +There is a happiness, my dear children, in +the simplest act of genuine kindness, which +is much more than a compensation for the +loss of any gratification of taste. The relief +of this poor woman, and the sweet sleep +into which her child has been lulled by the +motion of the carriage, have quite reconciled +me to the delay of the sight of the Falls; +for which I confess I began to feel a little +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">73</a><span>] </span></span>but here comes your uncle, full of concern +about something.”</p> + +<p>Mr. Morris entered the room in great +perturbation. “Here is a pretty spot of +work,” said he. “I believe in my soul, Mrs. Barton, +that that scamp Tristy has gone off +with your bundle.”</p> + +<p>“Gone off with it!—God forbid!” exclaimed +the poor woman,—“my money +was all in it.”</p> + +<p>“Oh uncle,” said Edward, “he has not +gone off with it;—he laid himself down under +a tree in the wood just back, and said +he would follow on as soon as he had rested +him.”</p> + +<p>“Rested him! a mere pretence to get rid +of you—you should have had more discretion +than to have trusted him, Ned;—but +when was ever discretion found in a boy?”</p> + +<p>“But what reason, brother, have you to +think he has gone off?” asked Mrs. Sackville.</p> + +<p>Mr. Morris said there had a man just +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">74</a><span>] </span></span>come over the road, of whom he had inquired +if he had seen him:—he had not, but +he was certain he should have observed him +if he had been by the road side. Mr. Morris +had despatched a servant on horseback +in pursuit of him, and he begged Mrs. Barton +to calm herself till his return.</p> + +<p>The poor woman's agitation could not be +allayed as easily as it had been excited:—she +said nothing; but she became as pale as +death, and trembled so excessively, that Mrs. Sackville +took her child from her arms and +laid it on a bed.</p> + +<p>Mr. Morris's compassion once excited, +was never stinted. “Bless you, woman,” he +whispered to Mrs. Barton, “don't tremble +so. If the little imp has really made off, your +loss shall be made up to you. Come, cheer +up—I have engaged a place for you and +your children in a return carriage, and you +will all be in Newark to-night, safe and +snug.”</p> + +<p>“God bless you, sir,” replied Mrs. Barton. +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">75</a><span>] </span></span>“I am ashamed of myself; but my +courage and strength seem quite spent.”</p> + +<p>At this instant, Edward, who had gone +out on the first notice of the boy's delinquency, +returned, shouting, “He's coming, he's +coming;” and directly the messenger made +his appearance with the wallet unharmed, +and followed by Tristram, who came doggedly +on muttering, “that it was a poor reward +for lugging the old woman's bundle +to be hunted for a thief.”</p> + +<p>“Stop your clamor, Tristy,” said Mr. Morris, +“the devil shall have his due; there +is a shilling for you, which is full as much +as your character is worth.”</p> + +<p>“I don't know as to that,” replied the boy, +pocketing the shilling: “those that have +much character can do as they please, but +I have so little, that I set a high price on +it.”</p> + +<p>The carriage was now ready in which +Mrs. Barton was to proceed, and her friends +saw her depart cheered and comforted by +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">76</a><span>] </span></span>their kindness, and themselves enriched by +the opportunity they had improved of imitating +our heavenly Benefactor by ‘raising +the sinking heart, and strengthening the +knees that were ready to fail.’</p> + +<p>After our travellers were again on their +way, Mr. Morris said he did not at all like +Tristram's look, when he said Goody Barton +would remember him the next time she +felt the weight of her wallet. “The little +rascal said too, that he had changed his +mind, and was going back to the States—putting +that and that together, I am afraid +his evil fingers have been inside the poor +woman's bundle.”</p> + +<p>Julia was sure he could not be so wicked—she +had herself observed the bundle, and +that it was very nicely sewed.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Sackville hoped and believed that +there was no harm done to the poor woman's +property; and the concern of the party for +their protegée, gradually gave place to +their admiration of the beauties of their ride, +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">77</a><span>] </span></span>and the animated expectation of seeing the +Falls.</p> + +<p>Edward declared that his ears already +began to tingle,—and after they passed +Chippewa, Julia resolutely shut her eyes, +for fear of having the first impression weakened +by the imperfect glimpses that could +be caught of the cataract from the road.</p> + +<hr /> + +<p>We hope our young readers do not think +us so presumptuous as to attempt to give +them a description of the Falls of Niagara; +one of the sublimest spectacles with which +this fair earth is embellished. Neither can +we attempt to define the emotions of our +travellers. We find in Edward's and Julia's +journals, noted with an accuracy and taste +that does them great credit, all the constituent +parts of this great whole—a poet or a +painter might perhaps weave them into a +beautiful picture.</p> + +<p>The vehement dashing of the rapids—the +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">78</a><span>] </span></span>sublime falls—the various hues of the mass +of waters—the snowy whiteness, and the +deep bright green—the billowy spray that +veils in deep obscurity the depths below—the +verdant island that interposes between +the two falls, half veiled in a misty mantle, +and placed there, it would seem, that the eye +and the spirit may repose on it—the little +island on the brink of the American fall, that +looks amidst the commotion of the waters +like the sylvan vessel of a woodland nymph +gaily sailing onward; or as if the wish of +the Persian girl were realized, and the ‘little +isle <em>had</em> wings;’—a thing of life and motion +that the spirit of the waters had inspired.</p> + +<p>The profound caverns with their overarching +rocks—the quiet habitations along +the margin of the river—peaceful amid all +the uproar, as if the voice of the Creator +had been heard, saying “It is I, be not +afraid.”—The green hill, with its graceful +projections, that skirts and overlooks Table-rock—the +deep and bright verdure of the +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">79</a><span>] </span></span>foliage—every spear of grass that penetrates +the crevices of the rocks, gemmed by +the humid atmosphere, and sparkling in the +sun-beams—the rainbow that rests on the +mighty torrent—a symbol of the smile of +God upon his wondrous work.</p> + +<p>“What is it, mother?” asked Edward, as +he stood with his friends on Table-rock, +where they had remained gazing on the +magnificent scene for fifteen minutes without +uttering a syllable, “what is it, mother, +that makes us all so silent?”</p> + +<p>“It is the spirit of God moving on the +face of the waters—it is this new revelation +to our senses of his power and majesty +which ushers us, as it were, into his visible +presence, and exalts our affections above +language.</p> + +<p>“What, my <ins class='correction' title='dear,'>dear</ins> children, should we be, +without the religious sentiment that is to us +as a second sight, by which we see in all this +beauty the hand of the Creator; by which +we are permitted to join in this hymn of nature; +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">80</a><span>] </span></span>by which, I may say, we are permitted +to enter into the joy of our Lord? Without +it we should be like those sheep, who are at +this moment grazing on the verge of this sublime +precipice, alike unconscious of all these +wonders, and of their divine Original. This +religious sentiment is in truth, Edward, that +promethean fire that kindles nature with a +living spirit, infuses life and expression into +inert matter, and invests the mortal with immortality.” +Mrs. Sackville's eye was upraised, +and her countenance illumined with +a glow of devotion that harmonized with the +scene. “It is, my dear children,” she continued, +“this religious sentiment, enlightened +and directed by reason, that allies you +to external nature, that should govern your +affections, direct your pursuits, exalt and +purify your pleasures, and make you feel, +by its celestial influence, that the kingdom +is within you; but,” she added smiling, after +a momentary pause, “this temple does not +need a preacher.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">81</a><span>] </span></span>“Perhaps not,” said Mr. Sackville; “but +the language of nature sometimes needs an +interpreter to such young observers as Ned +and Julia.”</p> + +<p>“That it does, papa,” exclaimed Edward, +whose exalted feeling was gradually subsiding +to its natural level; “and there are +people, too, older than Julia and I, that I +think need an interpreter. That Yorkshireman, +for instance, who lives in the stone +house just at the turn of the road as we came +down from Forsyth's, said to me, ‘Well, +young master, this is a mighty fine sight to +come and see, but you would be sick enough +of it if you lived here. It seems, when I am +lying on my bed at night, like an everlasting +thunder-storm, such a roaring from the +Falls and dropping from the trees: and in +winter my poor beasts are covered with +icicles. I wish some of the quality that cry +the place up, and come half the world over +to see it, would change births with my wife +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">82</a><span>] </span></span>and me,’ and so he went on railing till I ran +away from him to overtake you.”</p> + +<p>“Poor fellow!” said Mr. Sackville; “the +sentiment, ‘Il n'y a rien de beau que +l'utile,’<a name="FNanchor_3_3" href="#Footnote_3_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a> is quite excusable in a laborer. I +think, Ned, I feel more disposed to pity than +to blame your Yorkshireman.”</p> + +<div class="footnotes"><div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_3_3" href="#FNanchor_3_3" class="label">[3]</a> There is nothing but the useful which is beautiful.</p></div></div> + +<p>“Well, papa, what do you think of that +party of city shop-keepers who dined at the +inn with us to-day? I heard one of the +ladies say, ‘I have been so disappointed in +my journey.’ I dropped my knife and fork, +and exclaimed, ‘Disappointed, madam! +does not the fall look as high as you expected?’ +‘Oh, child,’ she replied, laughing, ‘I +was not speaking of the fall; but I find it is +quite too early in the season to travel in the +country. I have not seen a roast pig or a +broiled chicken since I left the city.’ What +do you think of that, papa?”</p> + +<p>“Why I think, my dear, she is a vulgar +woman, who travels because others do; and +is naturally disappointed in not meeting with +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">83</a><span>] </span></span>the only circumstances that could give her +pleasure.”</p> + +<p>“There's Mrs. Hilton, papa, who, I am +sure, is not vulgar—at least she is as rich as +Crœsus—and I heard her say to a gentleman, +that if she could have remained at the +Springs, and then could have gone home +and <em>said</em> she had been to the Falls, she +should have been glad; for she was sure no +one came here but for the name of it.”</p> + +<p>“Mrs. Hilton is of the class of the vulgar +rich, among whom vulgarity is quite as obvious, +and much more disgusting, than with +the vulgar poor. But come, dear Ned; the +faults and follies of others is a theme scarcely +worthy of this place; and just at the moment +that you are enjoying this festival of +nature, you must take care you do not commit +the <ins class='correction' title='pharasaic'>pharisaic</ins> fault, and thank God that +you are not as these people, without reflecting +that Providence has arranged the circumstances +which have made the difference.”</p> + +<p>“But, papa,” said Julia, “it would not be +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">84</a><span>] </span></span>wrong, would it, for Edward to feel that +there is a difference?”</p> + +<p>“Perhaps not, provided the feeling is properly +tempered with humility and gratitude; +but it is far safer to be in the habit of comparing +yourselves with your superiors, than +your inferiors.”</p> + +<p>“It may be safer, papa,” said Julia, +“but”—</p> + +<p>“But what, my love?”</p> + +<p>“It is not half so natural.”</p> + +<p>“Nor so pleasant,” interposed Edward.</p> + +<p>“Well, my children, I hope you will make +it habitual, and then it will be natural. For +the present I am satisfied that you speak +frankly your opinions and feelings, without +disguise or affectation.”</p> + +<p>Thus these vigilant parents extracted some +moral good from every object and every +scene; and at that early age, when most +children are thoughtless of <ins class='correction' title='he'>the</ins> future, theirs +were constantly directed to virtue, which +they were taught is immortal in its nature, +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">85</a><span>] </span></span>is man's support and solace through all the +vicissitudes of life, and his crown of glory +when the ‘terrestrial puts on the celestial.’</p> + +<p>Our travellers remained at the Falls for +a week, that they might become familiar +with them, see them by the rising and the +setting sun; by daylight, and moonlight, +and starlight, in all the radiance of the clear, +full day, and in mists and storm; and then, +after offering a Te Deum from the temple of +their hearts, they left them with beautiful +and imperishable pictures traced on their +memories.</p> + +<p>In following the windings of the Niagara +to Newark, they passed the celebrated +heights of Queenstown, ‘where ceas'd the +swift their race, where fell the strong;’ but +even then, though then so recent, there were +no traces of the disastrous battle fought +there. The children, whose home was in a +hill-country, and who valued a mountain as +much as a New-Englander does a ‘water +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">86</a><span>] </span></span>privilege,’ rambled over the heights, and +gazed delighted on the green Niagara, +which, escaped from its rocky prison, rejoices +in its freedom, sweeps freely and +gracefully around the bluff promontories +that indent its course, flows past the headland, +where Fort Niagara guards the American +shore, and enters Lake Ontario, which +stretches, sparkling in the distance,</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i12">“To where the sky<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Stoops, and shuts in th' exploring eye.”<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Edward had, in common with most spirited +boys, a natural taste for military exploits. +“I think,” he said to his mother, “that a +coward might play the hero on these heights, +or at Lundie's-lane. Only think, mother, +of fighting within the sound of the roaring +of the Falls: would it not give you grand +feelings?”</p> + +<p>“I think, Edward, if I could hear the +Falls at such a moment, they would seem to +me to speak in a voice of rebuke, rather +than encouragement.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">87</a><span>] </span></span>“O, mother, you never seem to admire +courage; but I suppose it is because you +are a woman.”</p> + +<p>“No, my dear: women have been accused +of having rather an undue admiration for +what you mean by courage—fighting courage; +but I confess that war seems to me a +violation of the law of God, and it appears +a profanation of such beautiful scenes as +these, to convert <ins class='correction' title='themi n tofields'>them into fields</ins> of battle.”</p> + +<p>When they reached Newark, the party +walked up to Fort George; a slight embankment, +surrounded by a palisade, is still dignified +by that name. “This palisade as they +call it, Ned,” said Mr. Morris, “we should +scarcely think a sufficient defence against +the batteries of pigs and chickens.”</p> + +<p>“It has served, though, to keep the yankees +at bay,” said a soldier, gruffly, who +was cutting up Canada thistles, and who had +suspended his labour for a moment, to regard +the strangers.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">88</a><span>] </span></span>“A fair hit, friend,” said Mr. Morris; +“but all our fighting is over now, and +forgotten I hope. This work you are doing +here, cutting off these thistles, is far better +than cutting off heads.”</p> + +<p>“It is far aisier, sir,” replied the man, +with a slight curling of the lip, which betrayed +a professional contempt for Mr. Morris's +preference of the plough-share over the +sword; then turning towards the gate he +called to a little boy who was just entering +it—“Come, come Dick, what do you gaze +at, boy? bring me the basket.”</p> + +<p>The boy, without heeding the command, +dropped the basket; and uttering a cry between +joy and surprise, scampered off in the +direction of a cottage, or rather hovel, which +stood just without the palisade.</p> + +<p>“That is Richard Barton!—that is certainly +Richard Barton!” exclaimed the children +in one breath.</p> + +<p>“Surely is it Richard Barton,” said the +soldier.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">89</a><span>] </span></span>“Is his mother, here? Has he found +his father?” asked Edward impatiently; +while all the party drew nearer the soldier, +anxious to learn the fate of their humble +friend.</p> + +<p>“Ay, his mother is in by there, poor +cratur; but his father has been gone since +the summer after the war, when the 40th +was sent from Canada—where, God knows—there's +none but he that made them can +keep track of a British regiment: one year +they are here with the setting sun, and then +off to where he rises—shifting and changing +like the waves of the sea, beating from +one world to another; and I should know +it by rason that I myself was fighting, and +baiting gentaly under Wellington on the +sunny side of the Pyrennees in one month, +and the next comes an order and whips us +off for Canada in the twinkling of an eye, +among the indians and the yankees, who +know nothing about fighting,” he concluded, +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">90</a><span>] </span></span>glancing his eye at Mr. Morris, +“according to the civil rules of war.”</p> + +<p>“Poor, Mrs. Barton!” said Mrs. Sackville. +“I am grieved at her disappointment, +though I expected it.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, do let us go in and see her,” said +Julia.</p> + +<p>“We will wait a moment, my dear,” replied +her mother; “her little boy must have +told her that we were here, and I think she +will come out to us.”</p> + +<p>“She'll not be right free to come before +you,” said the soldier, “if, as I now partly +suspect, you are the gentlemen and ladies +that were so hospitable like to her.” The +man now doffed his cap, and stood with it +in his hand, with an expression of respect +in his manner far different from the hostile +air he had at first assumed.</p> + +<p>“But, why not, my friend, come before +us?” asked Mrs. Sackville. “I trust she +has nothing to be ashamed of.”</p> + +<p>“Ashamed! no, thank God—it would +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">91</a><span>] </span></span>be hard indeed if she had to bear the burthen +of shame with her other misfortunes; +but though a soldier's wife, she has an <ins class='correction' title='Enlish'>English</ins> +spirit, and a proud one; and she says, +while she has her health and her hands, she +will never be seen asking charity; and that +destitute is her condition, that as she said +to-day, to make her case known to christian +people, is asking charity of them.”</p> + +<p>“Do, mother, let us go now and see her,” +again interposed Julia.</p> + +<p>“Stop, a moment, my love,” replied Mrs. Sackville; +and then turning again to the +soldier—“You say she is utterly destitute; +but when she left us, she said she had a +considerable sum of money.”</p> + +<p>“And she spake the truth, ma'am—or, +what is the same, she thought she did; but +a little limb of the old one, saving your +presence, my lady, had fingered all the poor +cratur had been earning in three years, in +as many minutes, and was off to the States +with it.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">92</a><span>] </span></span>“Ah,” exclaimed Mr. Morris, who had +been intently listening—“the son of Belial—I +told you so—I knew the rascal had it.”</p> + +<p>“So dame Barton said one of the gentlemen +told her; but the bundle was all +tight and snug, for the little devil had sewed +it up again, and she did not examine it +till she come to look for the money to pay +the captain of a schooner, who had agreed +to take her down the lakes: and just think, +my lady, at that moment what an overcast +it was.”</p> + +<p>“That mischief was done,” said Edward, +as soon as he had an opportunity of speaking, +“when you and I, Julia, left that little +wretch Tristy in the wood. I shall always +think we were to blame for leaving him.”</p> + +<p>“Does the poor woman,” asked Mrs. Sackville, +“still think of returning to Quebec?”</p> + +<p>“To Quebec! ah, madam, and to the +world's end, but she'll find her husband if +he is above ground. She is that resolute, +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">93</a><span>] </span></span>that neither wind nor tide can turn her. If +she was left on a naked island in mid ocean, +she would contrive to get off from it.”</p> + +<p>“Come, children,” said Mrs. Sackville, +“we will just leave your father and uncle to +finish their survey here, while we look in +upon our poor friend.”</p> + +<p>“Well, go on mother,” said Edward, “I +will overtake you; first I must run up to +the flag-staff and get at least a clover stalk +for a memorial of the gallant Brock who +is buried there.”</p> + +<p>“And I will overtake you too, mother,” +said Julia, falling back with Edward.</p> + +<p>The soldier's eye followed the children: +“God bless them—God bless them!” said +he, “that is better than a monument.”</p> + +<p>“What is better than a monument, +friend?” asked Mrs. Sackville, riveted to +the spot, as most mothers would be, by an +honest commendation of her children.</p> + +<p>“The memory of an innocent heart—and +a tear from eyes that never cried for sin, +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">94</a><span>] </span></span>my lady—we soldiers die, and are turned +into the turf—but we are honored in +our officers.”</p> + +<p>“Farewell, my friend; I wish you well,” +said Mrs. Sackville, dropping a piece of +money into the soldier's hand, and then +turned from him while he was still uttering +his hearty, “God bless you, my lady.”</p> + +<p>Julia hailed Edward as he was bounding +off towards the flag-staff, and begged him +to stop for her, as she had something private +to say to him. He laughed at her passion +for secrets, said he could not possibly be +detained, and at last good naturedly stopped +to listen. “Ned,” she said, “I tell you +what I was thinking of—as it was our fault, +you know, that poor Mrs. Barton lost her +money—and she is so anxious to get to +Quebec—and that little Dick is such a good +good natured little fellow—I was thinking, +Ned—”</p> + +<p>“For mercy's sake think a little faster, +Julia.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">95</a><span>] </span></span>“Well, I was thinking, if we could contrive +some way to have her go down in the +boat with us.”</p> + +<p>“Contrive! it could not take us long to +contrive I think: we can only ask papa, +you know, and all the contrivance in the +world will do her no good, if he does not +think it best.”</p> + +<p>“But, then, Ned, there is one thing I +would like to propose to father and mother, +if you are willing to join me.”</p> + +<p>“Don't be so round-about, Julia, as if I +was the great Mogul. Speak out.”</p> + +<p>“Well then, to speak plain—you know +Edward, you and I have each of us five +dollars that papa gave us to buy Canada +curiosities with; now I think if we were to +club, we might have enough to get Mrs. Barton +to Quebec, if the captains of the boats +are good-natured men, and reasonable in +their charges, and if papa approves the +scheme—and if”——</p> + +<p>“If—if—if,” said Edward, “we shall +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">96</a><span>] </span></span>never move the woman with all these <em>ifs</em> to +clog the way; one <em>if</em> is sure, that if we +spend our money this way, we might have +saved ourselves all the trouble of planning +so many times over how we should lay it +out.”</p> + +<p>Edward continued for a few moments +silent and moody, while Julia urged her +cause zealously. The person, young or +old, to whom a charity is suggested, is not +often as eager for it as the original projector. +Edward, however, after having walked up +to the flag-staff, plucked a clover-stalk, and +retraced a part of the way to the little +wicket by which they entered, said, with the +air of a sage, “I did not think it best, Julia, +to say yes, without some consideration; but +on the whole I like the plan, and if father +and mother consent, I shall be very glad.” +Once agreed, they were impatient for the +execution of their scheme, and they hurried +forward to the cottage, at the door of which +they were met by both the children. The +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">97</a><span>] </span></span>little girl now quite recovered, clung to +Julia, while Richard plucked Edward by +the sleeve, and expressed his joy awkwardly, +but naturally enough, by laughing in his +face.</p> + +<p>“Ah, they are indeed right glad to see +ye,” said Mrs. Barton, “as I'm sure I am, +as I have reason; but they, poor things—their +hearts would not jump so at sight of +their father's face, as indeed how should +they, seeing they can have no recollection +of him.”</p> + +<p>The children replied to all these kind +expressions from mother and children, and +then drawing Mrs. Sackville to the door, +they suggested their plan. She kissed them +both, and bade them await her in the cottage, +while she went to consult their father +and uncle, whom she saw approaching.</p> + +<p>As soon as she had communicated the +children's wishes, Mr. Morris laughed at +them. “Why,” said he, “the poor foolish +woman is on a wild-goose chase, and the +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">98</a><span>] </span></span>sooner she is stopped the better—travelling +over the world after a husband, who I have +no doubt she is vastly better without than +with.”</p> + +<p>“But she is the best judge of that, brother.”</p> + +<p>“Lord bless you, no—a wife is no judge +at all about her husband. She is evidently +an ingenious worthy woman, and can get a +good living if she is not footing it over the +world after this soldier—a good riddance—a +good riddance, Mrs. Sackville. I am surprised +you do not see it is a good riddance.”</p> + +<p>Mrs. Sackville, who did not esteem +matrimonial ties so lightly as her bachelor +brother, appealed to her husband, but he +joined Mr. Morris in thinking Mrs. Barton +had much better remain where she was; +not because he was sure the father and husband, +though a soldier, might not be worth +looking up, but because there was not the +slightest chance of finding him. “What +good will it do the woman to get to Quebec?” +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">99</a><span>] </span></span>he asked; “her husband's regiment +has left Canada.”</p> + +<p>“She tells me,” replied Mrs. Sackville, +“that she has many friends in Quebec from +whom she might expect assistance. She +has worked for the governor's lady, and +she builds much on her benevolence, and +thinks she will get her a free passage to her +husband in a government ship; and besides,” +added Mrs. Sackville, “even if her +hopes fail utterly, we shall confer an essential +benefit on our children by complying +with their wishes; for if they give this poor +woman all their little store of wealth, it will +cost them the sacrifice of sundry personal +gratifications that they have reckoned much +on, and thus give them a practical lesson of +self-denial and disinterestedness, better than +all our precepts, and it will associate with +the more selfish and transient pleasures of +their journey, the pure and enduring sentiment +of benevolence.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">100</a><span>] </span></span>“Well, my dear wife,” said Mr. Sackville, +“do as you please—you have arrayed +before me irresistible motives.”</p> + +<p>Thus sanctioned, Mrs. Sackville returned +to the cottage, whispered to the children +their father's acquiescence, and then saying +aloud, “I leave you to make all the +arrangements with Mrs. Barton,” she left +them.</p> + +<p>We shall not attempt to describe the poor +woman's gratitude, which overflowed in +words and tears, nor the children's noisy +joy when they heard they were to go down +the lake with their friends. Suffice it to say, +that in the course of two hours, and just as +the steam-boat appeared in sight, heavily +plying down from Lewistown, Mrs. Barton +was on the wharf with her children, as clean +and nice as soap and water and fresh and +well-patched clothes could make them, and +looking so grateful and joyful, that Mr. Morris, +who, like the good vicar of Wakefield, +‘loved happy human faces,’ forgot all +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">101</a><span>] </span></span>his objections to the procedure, and shaking +the good woman's hand heartily, said, he +“was glad they were to be fellow-passengers.”</p> + +<p>Our friends, with many others, were now +impatiently waiting a conveyance to the +steam-boat, which had stopped near the +opposite shore. The wharf exhibited the +usual signs of a small garrisoned town. +Half drunken soldiers were idling about, +and sentinels were posting to and fro, stationed +there to prevent the desertion of the +soldiers to the opposite side, a crime which +the vicinity and hospitable habits of the +State render very common. Edward accosted +one of the sentinels, and asked him +if the captain of the steam-boat sent his +small boat ashore. “Fraquently he does, +and fraquently he <ins class='correction' title='dont'>don't</ins>,” replied the fellow, +rather surlily. “Does the boat stop at fort +Niagara?”</p> + +<p>“Indeed sir, and that is what I cannot +tell you.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">102</a><span>] </span></span>“Well,” pursued Edward with simplicity, +“do you think they will send ashore to-day?”</p> + +<p>“Indeed master, and it's what I am not +thinking about.”</p> + +<p>Edward turned away, making a mental +comparison between this man and his own +civil countrymen, greatly to the disadvantage +of the former, when his attention was +attracted by the approach of a boat which +came skimming over the water like a bird, +and as it neared the shore, a little tight-built +sailor leaped on to the wharf, and announced +himself as Jemmy Chapman, the +captain's mate. While the baggage was +arranging in the boat, Edward seized the +favorable moment to make the best bargain +he could with the mate for his protegée.</p> + +<p>But the mate averred he had no power +to transact that business, and referred him +to his captain. “You may safely trust to +him, my young man,” said he, “for captain +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">103</a><span>] </span></span>Vaughan is not a man to take advantage +of a ship in distress.”</p> + +<p>And so it proved—for the captain, (as +every body knows, who ever crossed the +lake in the steam-boat Ontario) was a +man of distinguished humanity; and pleased +with the good appearance of Mrs. Barton +and her children, and the zeal of her +youthful protectors, he said, that if she had +brought her thread and needles a-board, +she might work her passage to Ogdensburg, +for he and some of his men were +sadly out at elbows. The good woman's +eyes glistened with delight, at the thought +of paying her way thus far, and she seated +herself directly to put new pockets in an +old coat of Jemmy's, when a sudden attack +of tooth-ache put a stop to her progress.</p> + +<p>The children were soon acquainted with +her malady, for they were continually +hovering about her, and Julia procured +some camphor and laudanum from an invalid +passenger, and gave them to her. She applied +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">104</a><span>] </span></span>them, but the horrible pangs were not +allayed, when Jemmy Chapman was attracted +by the report of her distress. “Stand +away, all,” said he; “stand away—fall +back, my young man; and you, my little +lady, and give place to me. I am the +seventh son of a seventh son, and I can cure +any body's tooth-ache but my own.” Mrs. Barton +was not free from the superstition +which pervades her class, and she gladly +permitted him to stroke her face, which he +did with a gravity that evinced perfect faith +in his own powers; and in the course of +fifteen minutes, she declared herself completely +relieved, and cheerfully resumed her +labors. Julia ran to announce the cure to +her mother.</p> + +<p>“Is not it strange, mama,” she said, +“that she could believe it was Jemmy that +cured her?”</p> + +<p>“Strange to us, my dear, who do not +believe in any such supernatural powers; +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">105</a><span>] </span></span>but we will not quarrel with a faith that +cures the tooth-ache.”</p> + +<p>As the boat passed Fort Niagara, where +the river debouches into the lake, “There,” +said Jemmy Chapman to Edward, who stood +beside him; “there, on that point stood a +noble stone light-house, that has saved +many a poor fellow from finding a grave in +this stormy lake: it was like the good scripture +light which shines equally upon all.”</p> + +<p>“And what has become of it?” asked +Edward.</p> + +<p>“Oh, it was taken down like Solomon's +temple, till there was not one stone left +upon another, by one of our generals—thank +the Lord he was not an American +born—he it was, that first set the example +of burning on the frontier, and burnt down +this pretty town of Newark here—and cut +down all the orchards.”</p> + +<p>“The orchards! what in the world did he +do that for?” asked Edward.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">106</a><span>] </span></span>Jemmy paused for a moment, apparently +at a loss what motive to assign for such +reckless destruction, and then said, “Out of +curiosity I believe.”</p> + +<hr /> + +<p>We fear that we have already protracted +our details beyond the patience of our readers.</p> + +<p>We shall not therefore describe the prosperous +passage of the boat over the beautiful +expanse of Lake Ontario: nor the visit +of our friends to the town of Rochester, +which five years before was a complete +wilderness; but now had fine houses, shops, +and warehouses, and Edward said, reminded +him of Adam, who was born grown up: +nor their passage from the lake into the St. Lawrence, +where these mighty waters passing +St. Vincent on one side, and Grand +Island on the other, contract their channel, +and assume the form of a river.</p> + +<p>Our friends, wrapped in their cloaks and +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">107</a><span>] </span></span>shawls to defend them from the chill night +air, clustered around Jemmy Chapman, who +stood at the helm guiding the boat through +the difficult and shifting channels, amid the +‘thousand isles’—now in silence gazing on +them, as they were lit up with the rosy +hues of twilight, and then with the mild but +insufficient lustre of the half orbed moon. +These verdant islands are of every size and +form. Some lying in clusters like the +‘solitary set in families:’ and some like +beautiful vestals in single loveliness. Some +stretching for miles in length, and some so +small, and without a tree or shrub, that they +look like lawns destined for fairy sporting +grounds; while others are encircled by +such an impenetrable growth of trees, that +one might fancy that within this sylvan +barrier wood-nymphs held their courts and +revels; in short, might fancy any thing; +for there are no traces of human footsteps +to break the spell of imagination, save where +the fisherman's hut, placed on the brink of +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">108</a><span>] </span></span>the element by which he lives, is disclosed +with its dark relief of unbroken woods by +the bright glare of the pine torch, which is +his beacon light, and which serves to show +the gleaming path-way of his little canoe. +Jemmy recounted to the children the sad +mishaps and disastrous chances that had +befallen unskilful or unfortunate navigators +in these dangerous passes, and the kind +captain repeatedly fired his signal gun, +which seemed to wake the spirits of these +deep solitudes, to send back the greeting in +echo and re-echo, till their voices died +away on the most distant shores.</p> + +<p>“Don't they hollow well?” said Jemmy, +after the last report, turning briskly around +to dame Barton who sat near him.</p> + +<p>“Well, I did not hear them,” said she, +mournfully.</p> + +<p>“Not hear them—why, they spoke as +plain as preaching—are you deaf, good +woman?”</p> + +<p>“Deaf! oh, no—but my thoughts were +far from here.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">109</a><span>] </span></span>Mrs. Sackville thought there was something +in Mrs. Barton's devotedness to her +husband, not common in her class of life. +She had been deterred from putting any +questions to her, by the habitual silence +and diffidence of the poor woman. But +now they had become so much more acquainted, +that she ventured to say to her, +“Come, Mrs. Barton, suppose you favor +us while we sit here, with a little history of +your life. My children are so much interested +in you, that they want to know all +they can about you.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, you are very good ma'am to say +so; but what is there in the history of the +like of me to tell? not that I have any +objection to make known my story—thank +God, that's kept me in his fear—but then +what happens to poor plain bodies like me, +is not made much count of in the world.”</p> + +<p>“But, remember, my good friend,” said +Mrs. Sackville, “the happiness of all his +creatures, rich and poor, is of equal account +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">110</a><span>] </span></span>in the sight of our heavenly Father, and as +I wish my children continually to bear in +mind that it is this great Being, whom they +are commanded by their Saviour to imitate, +I trust that the happiness of their fellow-beings, +whether high or low, will be of +equal importance in their view.”</p> + +<p>Thus encouraged by the kindness of the +mother, and the eager looks of the children, +who stationed themselves close to her, Mrs. Barton +began her simple and brief story.</p> + +<p>“I never knew my parents,” she said. +“I was, as I have been told, given by a +gipsey woman to a magistrate of the town +of Lichfield, in England, when I was three +years old. The woman was sick, and died +shortly after. She declared herself ignorant +of my parentage. She believed I had +been stolen in London, by some of her +tribe, about a year before; and said that I +had been committed to her charge for some +months, I had a necklace, with a gold clasp +with initials, which I had been permitted to +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">111</a><span>] </span></span>retain; and the worthy magistrate, in the +hope that this might lead to a discovery, +advertised me, with a description of the +necklace; but no one appearing to claim +me, he finally placed me in the Lichfield +alms-house.</p> + +<p>“When I was seven years old, don't +laugh at me, Miss Julia, I was called a +beauty. My skin was as smooth as yours; +and my hair hung in curls about my neck +and face. At this time a whimsical gentleman, +who had a fancy to bring up a +wife to his own liking, came to the alms-house: +he was pleased with my appearance, +and selected me. He taught me himself, +and procured teachers for me, and from +morning till night I was poring over hard +tasks: this lasted for three years, and perhaps +Mr. Leslie, for that was the gentleman's +name, might have remained constant +to his purpose, but then I took the small-pox; +and after lying at the gates of death +for weeks, I recovered, but with my face +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">112</a><span>] </span></span>blotched and seamed as you see it. For +many months my eye-sight and hearing +were gone, and when I could see, my eyes +had this cast in them, which looks as if I +were born cross-eyed.</p> + +<p>“No one could blame Mr. Leslie for +giving me up. I am sure I never did. He +placed me with a poor widow, and paid my +lodging with her till I was one and twenty, +and gave me a draft on him for a hundred +pounds, which was to be paid when I came +of age. With Mrs. Gordon I was happier +than I had ever been in my life. My book +tasks I never had liked, but I sewed or +spun with Mrs. Gordon, from morning till +night, without ever being weary or discontented. +She taught me her own ways, +and she was noted through the whole town, +for her industry and neatness. She was a +good christian too, and she brought me up +to fear God and to love his service. She +had one child—an only son, two years +younger than myself. He was sometimes +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">113</a><span>] </span></span>wild and wilful, for his mother, though +she was resolute with every thing else, +could never deny him. He was sometimes +as I said, wild and wilful—but when he was +himself, he was the pleasantest lad in the +village, and the best. Mrs. Gordon was as +a mother to me; and you know it was +natural I should love her son Richard; and +I thought I but loved him as a sister should, +till one Sunday I saw him come up the little +path-way that led to our cottage, with a +blue ribband bow in his hand, which he +kissed again and again, and then thrust it +into his bosom. I knew it was a love token +from Sally Wilton the miller's daughter, +for I had seen it that day in her hat, and I +felt a pang at my heart, that told me it was +not as a brother I loved Richard.</p> + +<p>“I have skipped over many years, for I +would not weary you. I was now one and +twenty, and my draft on Mr. Leslie was due. +Mrs. Gordon began to talk to me of marrying +Richard. I only answered her with +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">114</a><span>] </span></span>silence and tears; but one woman can read +another's heart, and she knew what was in +mine; and she, poor woman, thought to +make all right by taking it into her own +hands.</p> + +<p>“It so happened one night, that I was in +an adjoining room when she supposed I +was absent from the cottage, and she put +many questions to Richard about me, but +she could get no satisfaction from him. She +then told him (oh, at the moment I thought I +could never forgive her for it) she was sure +I loved him. She said much in my favor, +ma'am, that I cannot repeat, and tried with +it all to put a veil over my poor ugly face, +and then concluded with saying, for she +was a thrifty woman, and never lost sight +of the main chance, that I should not +come empty handed. At this his spirit +rose—he said, he would not be bought by +all the gold in the king's coffers. My +heart rose to my lips, but I held my breath, +for his mother grew very angry, and said +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">115</a><span>] </span></span>something from Solomon's proverbs, about +my being the virtuous woman whose price +was far above rubies. Then Richard burst +into tears, and said he knew that, and he +would go round the world to serve me, but +he could not marry me. He confessed that +he had already plighted his truth to Sally +Wilton; and he declared that he never +would marry any body but Sally Wilton. +His mother lost all patience—she said he +would make a beggar of himself for life—that +the Wiltons were an idle race, and that +none of the name had ever come to any +good.</p> + +<p>“A great deal more she said, but it +seemed to me the more she talked, the firmer +Richard was in his own mind.</p> + +<p>“You may be sure ma'am I did not close +my eyes that night; my love had been +blasted, and my pride cast down. It was +long before I could think of any one but +myself, or compose my mind to any good +thoughts; but when I began to see things in +a right light, it seemed to me a pity we +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">116</a><span>] </span></span>should all be miserable together; and I +began to contrive some way to make Richard +happy. He had just served his time +with a shoemaker, but he had no capital to +enable him to set up for himself. I knew +Sally Wilton was a gay thoughtless thing; +but so were most girls, and I believed that +when she was married, she would do her +duty; to me it seemed, that duty would be +all pleasure with such a husband as Richard. +I had some struggles with my own heart, but +before the morning light dawned, I had +made up my mind what to do. When I +met Richard and his mother in the morning, +I was far the happiest of the three. She +was angry, he was sullen and downcast; +but I had that feeling which I need not +describe to you ma'am, who have so often +the power and the will to make others happy. +Immediately after our morning meal, +I went and presented my draft to Mr. Leslie's +agent, and received my hundred +pounds. Half the sum I returned to him +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">117</a><span>] </span></span>to invest for me, the other half I placed in +the hands of the shoemaker, with whom +Richard had served his time, and with +whom he was a great favorite, and I requested +him to lay it out in tools and stock +for Richard. The purchase was made—a +little shop hired, and every thing in readiness; +and then I told Richard in the presence +of his mother what I had done. At +first he said he never could accept so much +from me; but I told him, (and I smothered +my feelings, and smiled when I said it,) that +in spite of his mother's fancies, it was as a +sister I loved him, and as a sister and older +than himself too, I had a right to provide +for him. He was far more grateful and +happy than I expected. His mother gave +her consent to his marriage, though grudgingly, +for she was a set woman, and she had +no faith in Sally Wilton. They were married. +Richard was industrious, and we hoped +would be prosperous, but as it proved Mrs. Barton's +distrust of Sally was too well +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">118</a><span>] </span></span>founded. She was idle and extravagant, +and such a wife soon ruins a poor man. In +five years Richard was reduced to such +straits, that in a fit of desperation he enlisted. +From the sorrowful day he came to +take leave of us, for his regiment was +soon after sent to the East-Indies, his mother +never had a well day or a happy hour. +After he went away, his wife led a vicious +life; and four years after she came to our +door to beg a crust of bread—a poor, +wasted, sick, half-famished creature. We +took her in. To be sure she had been a sad +sinner, but she was Richard's wife, and besides +it is always better to pity than condemn, +and it is not for the like of us ma'am +you know, who have no hope but because +God's compassions fail not, to turn our +backs upon a fellow-creature in sin and +misery.</p> + +<p>“For a whole year she laid in a distressing +sickness. Mrs. Barton had become +so old and feeble, that she could do nothing +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">119</a><span>] </span></span>but pray for us, and I had as you may suppose +a toilsome life of it; but I was as I +trusted, doing my duty, and that makes a +light heart, and according to my experience +ma'am, no one can be very wretched that +has enough to do, and that tries to do their +duty faithfully, be that duty ever so humble. +We never suffered. Sally had some +help from the charitable; and when we had +no other resource, I drew on my fifty +pounds.</p> + +<p>“It would have been a great comfort to +us to have seen Sally take hold of religion, +when every thing else failed; but the poor +soul was racked with pains and coughing, +and could only think of her suffering body, +and she was perfectly deaf too, and could +hear nothing that the clergyman said to +her, though Mrs. Barton thought it right +he should talk to her. Oh ma'am, I think +there is not a more mournful sight on the +earth than to see a young creature thus cut +off by her <ins class='correction' title='sins.”'>sins.</ins></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">120</a><span>] </span></span>“Richard returned to us two days before +she died, but she did not know him, and +could not hear his forgiveness, though he +spoke it over and over again.”</p> + +<p>Mrs. Barton paused for a few moments, +quite overcome by the recollection of that +sad period, and then resumed her story.</p> + +<p>“And now came brighter days. Richard +had endured many hardships, and past +through many temptations, but he had not +lost his integrity. He had come home in +attendance on an officer who had obtained +a furlough. Not many months passed over +before Richard expressed a wish to marry +me, though my little fortune was gone, and +ten years had not as you may suppose improved +my beauty. Our mother said, our +wedding-day was the happiest of her life. +She did not long survive it. Before my +husband rejoined his regiment she had gone +to her rest. From that time till Richard +was taken prisoner by the Americans, +we have never been separated, and he has +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">121</a><span>] </span></span>proved faithful and kind to me, and being, +as he is, all the world to me who have +never known other kindred but my little +ones, it cannot seem strange to you, ma'am, +that the world is a lonely place without +him; and that I should be willing to take +the help of your blessed children to get on +my way to him.”</p> + +<p>“Oh no indeed, my good friend,” said +Mrs. Sackville, “I am delighted that my +children have found one so worthy of their +assistance; you may rest assured that we +shall not part from you till we arrive at +Quebec. Come now Edward and Julia to +your <ins class='correction' title='births'>berths</ins>—and dream of the ‘thousand +isles,’ or Mrs. Barton, or what you will.” +The children obeyed their mother, and +doubtless had such sweet visions as hover +about the pillow of youth, and health, and +innocence.</p> + +<p>Jemmy Chapman had not been an uninterested +listener to this simple tale of patient +virtue; and though Mrs. Barton had +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">122</a><span>] </span></span>spoken so low that he had lost some parts +of her narrative, he heard enough to touch +his kind heart. As she rose from the bench +near him, “Stop, stop, good woman,” said +he, and he jerked some tears from off his +cheeks; “it is not much that such as I can +pity you, but a drop is something in a gill-glass, +and (turning his pockets inside out, +and collecting a half handful of small +change,) I should not be my mother's son +if I did not feel for a woman in distress, +and so will you just take this which may +help to raise a little breeze for you when +you are becalmed. Nay, don't haul off, +but take it, and remember the poor sailors +in a stormy night. It is good luck to us to +have a friend a-shore to speak a good word +for us when we have no time to speak for +ourselves.”</p> + +<p>Jemmy's hearty kindness was irresistible, +and Mrs. Barton received his gift, scarcely +able to command her voice to utter her +thanks.</p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">123</a><span>] </span></span>The next morning found the steam-boat +at the wharf at Ogdensburg. Edward undertook +to settle with the captain for the +passage of his protegées; but the captain +would receive nothing, and persisted in declaring +that he was amply compensated by +Mrs. Barton's industry. The travellers +parted from him and from our friend Jemmy +with expressions of the esteem which their +virtues even on this short acquaintance had +not failed to produce; and then they proceeded +to make arrangements for their passage +down the St. Lawrence by chartering +and provisioning a Durham boat.</p> + +<p>While this was getting in readiness, Mrs. Sackville, +whose curiosity, like that of a +more celebrated traveller, ‘extended to all +the works of art, all the appearances of +nature, and all the monuments of past +events,’ walked with her children to view +a rare curiosity on our continent—an <em>American</em> +antiquity. On a point of land at the +junction of the Oswegatchie with the St. <span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">124</a><span>] </span></span>Lawrence, +there is a broken stone wall, the +remains of a French fortification. While +they stood surveying with pleased attention +this monument of the olden time, they were +joined by a gentleman who appeared like +them to have been attracted to the spot by +curiosity. He took off his hat, bowed to +Mrs. Sackville, and asked if he might take +the liberty to inquire of her whether she resided +at Ogdensburg.</p> + +<p>When she replied in the negative, he +begged her pardon, and said he had been +extremely anxious to authenticate a traditionary +story he had picked up in his +journey through Canada, some of the events +of which had been located at this place. +He had hoped to find some record of it in +Charlevoix's History, but he had searched +in vain. Mrs. Sackville became in her +turn the inquirer. She said she delighted +in those traditionary tales, which, with the +aid of a little fancy, reconstructed ruins, +and enclosed within their walls living beings +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">125</a><span>] </span></span>with affections and interests like our own; +and she should hold herself very much +obliged to the gentleman if he would enrich +her with some interesting associations with +this place. The stranger seemed highly +gratified to have found so ready a sympathy +in his feelings, and he related the following +particulars.</p> + +<p>“A commandant of this fort (which was +built by the French to protect their traders +against the savages,) married a young Iroquois +who was before or after the marriage +converted to the Catholic faith. She was +the daughter of a chieftain of her tribe, and +great efforts were made by her people to +induce her to return to them. Her brother +lurked in this neighbourhood, and procured +interviews with her, and attempted to win +her back by all the motives of national +pride and family affection; but all in vain. +The young Garanga, or, to call her by her +baptismal name, Marguerite, was bound by +a threefold cord—her love to her husband, +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">126</a><span>] </span></span>to her son, and to her religion. Mecumeh, +finding persuasion ineffectual, had recourse +to stratagem. The commandant was in +the habit of going down the river often on +fishing excursions, and when he returned, +he would fire his signal gun, and Marguerite +and her boy would hasten to the shore +to greet him.</p> + +<p>“On one occasion he had been gone longer +than usual. Marguerite was filled with apprehensions +natural enough at a time when +imminent dangers and hairbreadth escapes +were of every day occurrence. She had sat +in the tower and watched for the returning +canoe till the last beam of day had faded +from the waters;—the deepening shadows +of twilight played tricks with her imagination. +Once she was startled by the water-fowl, +which, as it skimmed along the surface +of the water, imaged to her fancy the light +canoe impelled by her husband's vigorous +arm—again she heard the leap of the heavy +muskalongi, and the splashing waters sounded +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">127</a><span>] </span></span>to her fancy like the first dash of the oar. +That passed away, and disappointment and +tears followed. Her boy was beside her; +the young Louis, who, though scarcely +twelve years old, already had his imagination +filled with daring deeds. Born and +bred in a fort, he was an adept in the use +of the bow and the musket; courage +seemed to be his instinct, and danger his +element, and battles and wounds were +‘household words’ with him. He laughed +at his mother's fears; but, in spite of his +boyish ridicule, they strengthened, till apprehension +seemed reality. Suddenly the +sound of the signal gun broke on the stillness +of the night. Both mother and son +sprang on their feet with a cry of joy, and +were pressing hand in hand towards the +outer gate, when a sentinel stopped them to +remind Marguerite it was her husband's +order that no one should venture without +the walls after sunset. She, however, insisted +on passing, and telling the soldier +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">128</a><span>] </span></span>that she would answer to the commandant +for his breach of orders—she passed the +outer barrier. Young Louis held up his +bow and arrow before the sentinel, saying +gaily, “I am my mother's body-guard you +know.” Tradition has preserved these trifling +circumstances, as the events that followed +rendered them memorable.</p> + +<p>“The distance,” continued the stranger, +“from the fort to the place where the commandant +moored his canoe was trifling, and +quickly passed. Marguerite and Louis +flew along the narrow foot path, reached +the shore, and were in the arms of —— +Mecumeh and his fierce companions. Entreaties +and resistance were alike vain. +Resistance was made, with a manly spirit, +by young Louis, who drew a knife from +the girdle of one of the indians, and attempted +to plunge it into the bosom of Mecumeh, +who was roughly binding his <ins class='correction' title='wampun'>wampum</ins> +belt over Marguerite's mouth, to deaden +the sound of her screams. The uncle +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">129</a><span>] </span></span>wrested the knife from him, and smiled +proudly on him as if he recognised in the +brave boy, a scion from his own stock.</p> + +<p>“The indians had two canoes; Marguerite +was conveyed to one, Louis to the +other—and both canoes were rowed into the +Oswegatchie, and up the stream as fast as it +was possible to impel them against the current +of the river.</p> + +<p>“Not a word nor cry escaped the boy: +he seemed intent on some purpose, and when +the canoe approached near the shore, he +took off a military cap he wore, and threw +it so skilfully that it lodged, where he +meant it should, on the branch of a tree +which projected over the water. There was +a long white feather in the cap. The indians +had observed the boy's movement—they +held up their oars for a moment, and +seemed to consult whether they should return +and remove the cap; but after a moment, +they again dashed their oars in the +water and proceeded forward. They continued +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">130</a><span>] </span></span>rowing for a few miles, and then +landed; hid their canoes behind some trees +on the river's bank, and plunged into the +woods with their prisoners. It seems to +have been their intention to have returned +to their canoes in the morning, and they had +not proceeded far from the shore, when +they kindled a fire and prepared some food, +and offered a share of it to Marguerite and +Louis. Poor Marguerite, as you may suppose, +had no mind to eat; but Louis, saith +tradition, ate as heartily as if he had been +safe within the walls of the fort. After +the supper, the indians stretched themselves +before the fire, but not till they had taken +the precaution to bind Marguerite to a tree, +and to compel Louis to lie down in the +arms of his uncle Mecumeh. Neither of +the prisoners, as you may imagine, closed +their eyes. Louis kept his fixed on his +mother. She sat upright beside an oak +tree; the cord was fastened around her +waist, and bound around the tree, which +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">131</a><span>] </span></span>had been blasted by lighting; the moon +poured its beams through the naked branches +upon her face convulsed with the agony +of despair and fear. With one hand she +held a crucifix to her lips, the other was on +her rosary. The sight of his mother in +such a situation, stirred up daring thoughts +in the bosom of the heroic boy—but he laid +powerless in his uncle's naked brawny +arms. He tried to disengage himself, but +at the slightest movement, Mecumeh, though +still sleeping, seemed conscious, and strained +him closer to him. At last the strong +sleep, that in the depth of the night steeps +the senses in utter forgetfulness, overpowered +him—his arms relaxed their hold, and +dropped beside him and left Louis free.</p> + +<p><ins class='correction' title='He'>“He</ins> rose cautiously, looked for one instant +on the indians, and assured himself +they all slept profoundly. He then possessed +himself of Mecumeh's knife, which lay +at his feet, and severed the cord that bound +his mother to the tree. Neither of them +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">132</a><span>] </span></span>spoke a word—but with the least possible +sound they resumed the way by which they +had come from the shore. Louis in the +confidence, and Marguerite with the faint +hope of reaching it before they were overtaken.</p> + +<p>“You may imagine how often the poor +mother, timid as a fawn, was startled by +the evening breeze stirring the leaves, but +the boy bounded forward as if there were +neither fear nor danger in the world.</p> + +<p>“They had nearly attained the margin +of the river, where Louis meant to launch +one of the canoes and drop down the current, +when the indian yell resounding +through the woods, struck on their ears. +They were missed, pursued, and escape +was impossible. Marguerite panic-struck, +sunk to the ground. Nothing could check +the career of Louis. “On—on, mother,” +he cried, “to the shore—to the shore.” +She rose and instinctively followed her boy. +The sound of pursuit came nearer and +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">133</a><span>] </span></span>nearer. They reached the shore, and there +beheld three canoes coming swiftly up the +river. Animated with hope, Louis screamed +the watch word of the garrison, and was +answered by his father's voice.</p> + +<p>“The possibility of escape, and the certain +approach of her husband, infused new +life into Marguerite. “Your father cannot +see us,” she said, “as we stand here in the +shade of the trees; hide yourself in that +thicket, I will plunge into the water.” +Louis crouched under the bushes, and was +completely hidden by an overhanging +grape-vine, while his mother advanced a +few steps into the water and stood erect, +where she could be distinctly seen. A shout +from the canoes apprised her that she was +recognised, and at the same moment, the indians +who had now reached the shore, rent +the air with their cries of rage and defiance. +They stood for a moment, as if deliberating +what next to do; Mecumeh maintained an +undaunted and resolved air—but with his +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">134</a><span>] </span></span>followers the aspect of armed men, and a +force thrice their number, had its usual +effect. They fled. He looked after them, +cried, ‘shame!’ and then, with a desperate +yell, leaped into the water and stood beside +Marguerite. The canoes were now within +a few yards—He put his knife to her bosom—“The +daughter of Tecumseh,” he said, +“should have died by the judgment of our +warriors, but now by her brother's hand +must she perish:” and he drew back his +arm to give vigour to the fatal stroke, when +an arrow pierced his own breast, and he +fell insensible at his sister's side. A moment +after Marguerite was in the arms of her +husband, and Louis, with his bow unstrung, +bounded from the shore, and was received +in his father's canoe; and the wild shores +rung with the acclamations of the soldiers, +while his father's tears of pride and joy +were poured like rain upon his cheek.”</p> + +<p>The stranger paused, and Edward breathed +one long breath, expressive of the interest +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">135</a><span>] </span></span>with which he had listened to the tale; +and then said, “You have not told us, sir, +how the commandant was so fortunate as to +pursue in the right direction.”</p> + +<p>“He returned soon after Marguerite's +departure, and of course was at no loss to +determine that she had been taken in the toils +of her brother. He explored the mouth of the +Oswegatchie, thinking it possible that the +savages might have left their canoes moored +there, and taken to the land. Louis's cap +and feather caught his eye, and furnished +him a clue. You have now my whole story,” +concluded the stranger; “and though I +cannot vouch for its accuracy, many similar +circumstances must have occurred, while this +country was a wilderness, and my tradition +is at least supported by probability.”</p> + +<p>“You have not told us, sir,” said Julia, +“whether Mecumeh was really killed. I +do not see how Marguerite could leave him +without finding out, for after all, he was her +brother.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">136</a><span>] </span></span>“Marguerite,” replied the stranger, +“justified your opinion of sisterly duty. +Mecumeh was conveyed to the fort—the +arrow was withdrawn, and after a tedious +illness, he recovered from the wound. There +is too a tradition that the pious sister converted +him to the catholic faith; but about +this part of the story there seems to rest +some uncertainty.”</p> + +<p>“And don't you know, sir,” asked Edward, +“what became of Louis afterwards?”</p> + +<p>“I really do not,” replied the gentleman, +smiling; “but I doubt not that the man +kept the promise of the heroic boy; and I +think it extremely probable that he has led +some gallant fellows to those deeds of high +emprise which were achieved by the armies +of Louis fourteenth.”</p> + +<p>“My dear children,” said Mrs. Sackville, +“you must really ask no more questions. +You will be good enough to pardon,” she +added, turning to the stranger, “the eagerness +of their youthful curiosity.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">137</a><span>] </span></span>“Oh, madam,” he replied, “the evidence +of curiosity is the most grateful reward to +a story-teller, and I feel that my acknowledgements +are due to your children for +their patient listening.”</p> + +<p>A few more courteous words passed, and +the stranger bowed and departed.</p> + +<p>“This was a lucky meeting, mother,” +said Edward; “this crazed leaning wall +looks quite interesting to me now. I can +almost fancy I see Marguerite and Louis +issuing from the gate—Louis holding up +the bow and arrow that was to do such +memorable service that night.”</p> + +<p>“You have had a good lesson this morning, +my children, on the pleasures of association. +When we first saw that ruin, it +looked to you like any other stone wall—mere +mason-work: and you, Julia, afraid +of being buried in its shadow, wondered +what interest any one could feel in looking +at it; and now, I see you are venturing on +the most tottering part of it for a piece of +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">138</a><span>] </span></span>moss, which I suppose is to be carefully +treasured in your herbal.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, mama, as a keep-sake for Marguerite +and Louis.”</p> + +<hr /> + +<p>We shall not condemn our readers to +attend the travellers in their tedious passage +down the St. Lawrence. Sometimes a +favoring breeze filled the single sail of their +little boat, and aided by the oars of the lazy +boatmen, wafted them gently forward, till, +coming to a more rapid descent in the +river, their light vessel seemed urged on by +an irresistible force to the ‘rapids,’ where +the waves, fretting and foaming over the invisible +rocks, threatened to engulph it. +The boatmen threw themselves prostrate on +the bottom of the boat to avoid the splashing +of the waves; their oars lay useless beside +them, while the pilot strained every +nerve to guide the boat in safety through +the perilous channel. These passages, like +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">139</a><span>] </span></span>the brilliant events of life, are rare and +brief, and are succeeded by the sleepy lakes +of the river, bordered by shores uniformly +low and monotonous, save where the +green mountains of Vermont dimly define +the eastern horizon.</p> + +<p>Arrived at Montreal, Mrs. Sackville, from +consideration for Mrs. Barton, determined +to avoid delay, and therefore deferred the +examination of this city, so singular and +picturesque to an American eye, till their +return from Quebec. There was, however, +no boat to sail before the evening, and a +half day of leisure afforded our industrious +travellers an opportunity to visit the churches +and convents of Montreal.</p> + +<p>The churches are spacious, and decorated +with gaudy tinselled ornaments, and indifferent +pictures. Edward and Julia were +dazzled and delighted with the seeming +splendor. A little demure Presbyterian +girl, who acted as their guide, smiled at the +animated expressions of their wonder. +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">140</a><span>] </span></span>“Notre Dame, is,” she said, “as my grandmother +often says, just fit for a baby-house +for children.”</p> + +<p>This remark caused a sudden revulsion +in Edward's mind. He had a truly manly, +or rather boyish aversion to be suspected of +a juvenile taste, and averting his eye from +his conductor, it fell on a miserable, half-famished +looking old woman, who was +kneeling in one of the aisles absorbed in her +devotions.</p> + +<p>“Look there, mother,” said he, pointing +to the wretched object, “what a contrast +to all this pomp.—It reminds me of an +anecdote I have somewhere read of a pious +pilgrim to whom one of the popes was +ostentatiously displaying the decorations of +the Vatican.</p> + +<p>“Dites à ces ornemens,” said the pilgrim, +“de se changer en pain.”<a name="FNanchor_4_4" href="#Footnote_4_4" class="fnanchor">[4]</a></p> + +<div class="footnotes"><div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_4_4" href="#FNanchor_4_4" class="label">[4]</a> Command these decorations to be changed into +bread.</p></div></div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">141</a><span>] </span></span>Quite satisfied with this display of his +superiority to the childishness indirectly +ascribed to him by his conductor, though it +was entirely lost on her, Edward left the +church, and attended his friends to the +Hotel Dieu, the convent of the black nuns. +They were shown the different apartments +by one of the sisterhood, a well-bred Irish +lady, whose fine intelligent dark eyes, benevolent +and happy expression of countenance, +and short plump figure, made a delightful +impression on Edward and Julia, +who had always fancied a nun must be tall +and thin, with a sad solemn face, condemned +to wither under an immoveable veil. She +led them to the hospital where the sick of +every nation are received and treated with +equal kindness according to the law of +christian benevolence, which is of universal +obligation.</p> + +<p>“Do the rules of your order, (the order +of St. Joseph I believe,”) inquired Mr. <span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">142</a><span>] </span></span>Sackville +of the sister, “impose on you the +performance of severe penances?”</p> + +<p>“No,” she replied, “we are exempted +from extraordinary penances, on account of +the fatiguing and often loathsome offices +that we have to perform for the sick; these +are received as sufficient mortifications. We +open our doors to the sick mendicant and +wounded soldiers. We had in this apartment +at one time during the late war seventeen +American soldiers.”</p> + +<p>“My countrymen,” replied Mr. Sackville, +“had abundant reason to be grateful +that they fell into your skilful and benevolent +hands,—the beautiful order and neatness +of your hospital prove with what fidelity +your samaritan duties are performed.”</p> + +<p>While the nun, courteously bowing her +head at this merited compliment, led the +way to an adjoining <ins class='correction' title='anti-room'>ante-room</ins> appropriated +to medicines, surgical instruments, &c. +Mrs. Sackville said in a low voice to Edward, +“Take notice, my dear son, that +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">143</a><span>] </span></span>where the <em>precepts</em> of the christian religion +are strictly applied they produce the same +fruits; no matter by what name the particular +faith is called, Catholic or Protestant.”</p> + +<p>“Oh look there, mother,” exclaimed Julia, +pointing to large cases with glass doors +which contained the medicines, “I am sure +that in spite of your laws of association, +those vials and gallipots look quite beautiful.”</p> + +<p>“And I suspect they contain nothing +very disagreeable,” replied her mother; +“these sisters do not appear to deal in the +harsh medicines of our daring doctors, but +content themselves with emollients and palliatives. +See those labels, ‘eau hysterique’—‘eau +celeste;’ even you, Julia, would +have no objection to medicines that deserve +such pretty appellatives.”</p> + +<p>From the Hotel Dieu they went to the +chapel and sacristie. Julia pointed to the +altars on which were standing vases filled +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">144</a><span>] </span></span>with white lilies and carnations. “Every +where, mother,” she said, “we see these +beautiful flowers, even in the churches.”</p> + +<p>“And they are certainly not inappropriate, +Julia,” replied her mother, “in His +temple whose pencil paints and breath perfumes +them.”</p> + +<p>After all had been shown that is usually +exhibited, the sister invited her visiters to +go to the garden. Mrs. Sackville said that +though she had heard it much extolled, their +time would not permit them the pleasure of +seeing it, but she said there was a farther +trouble that she must venture on imposing. +She understood the sisters sometimes permitted +their visiters to buy specimens of +their work; and she was anxious to carry +some to their friends.</p> + +<p>Their conductor seemed gratified with +this hint, and directly left them, and returned +with a large basket filled with embroidered +needle-books, reticules, work-boxes, +purses, scissor-cases, &c. &c.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">145</a><span>] </span></span>Edward and Julia eagerly examined +the beautiful productions of the taste and +industry of the cloistered sisters. Edward +was particularly struck with a sack or purse, +made of birch bark, and wrought with porcupine +quills of the richest dyes. On one side +of it was an indian woman, carrying an infant +according to the aboriginal fashion, laced to +a board which was laid on her back; the +little creature's head was just visible, peeping +over her shoulder. A boy was standing +beside her with a bow and arrow, on the reverse +was a group of indians seated under +an oak tree, smoking the long feathered +and beaded pipe, which they call the calumet +of peace, “Oh, mother,” said Edward, +holding up the sack, “is not this very +valuable?”</p> + +<p>“It is certainly very handsome,” replied +his mother.</p> + +<p>“But that is not all, mother—it is certainly +very valuable, as an illustration of +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">146</a><span>] </span></span>indian customs.—I wish”——he added and +paused.</p> + +<p>“What do you wish, Ned?” asked his +mother.</p> + +<p>“Nothing, mama,” he replied, sighing, +laying down the sack, and turning away; +“I only wish I had not seen it.”</p> + +<p>Julia was all this time looking at a very +curious work-basket, which she thought a +masterpiece. She turned it from side to +side, examined the roses, carnations, jessamines, +and violets, that had been wrought +with such exquisite skill as to represent to +the life the peerless flowers they were made +to imitate; and for one moment she too +wished that her five dollars was still at her +own disposal. Mrs. Sackville read what +was passing in the minds of her children. +She took them aside: “My dear Ned and +Julia,” she said, “I fear you may be regretting +your hasty benevolence, when you +devoted to a charitable purpose all the +money your father gave you for such gratifications +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">147</a><span>] </span></span>as are now offered to you; you +did it from a sudden impulse of generosity: +you have, I believe, as yet expended but a +small portion of your money, and if you +now prefer to appropriate it to the purchase +of these very tempting articles, I will myself +assume the expense of getting Mrs. Barton +to Quebec.”</p> + +<p>Edward and Julia looked at their mother, +and at one another without replying a +word. Mrs. Sackville returned to the table +to make some selections for herself.</p> + +<p>“What had we best do, Ned?” whispered +Julia.</p> + +<p>“Why do you ask me, Julia? you know +as well as I. I should like to have something +to show that I had been in Canada.”</p> + +<p>“So should I excessively—but then”—</p> + +<p>“But what, Julia? I am sure mama +says it shall make no difference to Mrs. Barton.”</p> + +<p>“No, that is true—it will make no difference +to her; but it will make a great +difference to us.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">148</a><span>] </span></span>The last member of Julia's sentence was +quite lost on Edward, for he had abruptly +returned to the table, and to the examination +of the coveted purse. Julia stood for +one half instant wavering, and then walked +to a window, and kept her eye steadily +fixed on the garden it overlooked. Mrs. Sackville +ventured one glance at her children. +‘Ah,’ thought she, ‘Julia, you will +prove faithful, but Ned I fear for you; ‘he +who deliberates is lost,’’ Her mind was +more intent on her children than on the +little traffic she was making, and when she +had set aside articles to a considerable +amount, and was about to pay for them, +the nun said, “I think, madam, you might +make a better selection—allow me to exchange +this basket for the awkward one +you have there. I am a little vain of this, +for I made it myself, and I should have +begged your daughter to accept it when I +saw her admiring it, but these articles are +devoted to a specific object, and I have no +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">149</a><span>] </span></span>control over them. I should, however, be +particularly gratified if you would purchase +this for Miss Julia, instead of that +you have taken.”</p> + +<p>“You are very good,” replied Mrs. Sackville, +“but I have permitted my daughter +to select for herself. Julia, do you hear +what this lady says?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, mama.”</p> + +<p>“Will you look at the basket, my love?”</p> + +<p>“No, I thank you, mama.”</p> + +<p>This last reply was uttered in a faltering +voice, and caught Edward's attention. He +had just taken out his pocket-book to pay +for the purse. He looked towards Julia, +and then to his mother. Mrs. Sackville's +eyes were fixed on Julia with an expression +of love and approbation which flashed to Edward's +heart; he dropped the purse, put up +his pocket-book, and going up to his sister, +whispered a proposal that they should return +to the inn, without waiting for their mother +to finish her business.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">150</a><span>] </span></span>They then took a respectful, though +rather a hurried leave of the kind sister, impatient +to be out of sight of a temptation, +which no one will deride as inconsiderable, +when it is remembered that Edward was +twelve, Julia ten years old.</p> + +<p>“What upon earth ails the children?” +asked Mr. Morris, who saw that something +agitated them. Mrs. Sackville explained +as far as she could without making a display +of their charity. “They are good +children, very good children,” said Mr. Morris, +“and I think you have tried them +a little too far, sister; but, dear souls, it +shall all be made up to them. Where is +that purse poor Ned was fingering? and +that basket for Julia? I'll buy them both; +they shall have them.”</p> + +<p>“No, my dear brother, you must not +indeed interpose your kindness—you will +spoil all. The result has proved that I did +not try them too far, though I confess I +was at one time a little afraid I had done +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">151</a><span>] </span></span>what I have often seen children do, pulled +up the flower in trying to ascertain whether +it had taken root. I have now more confidence +that their hearts have that good soil +into which the roots of virtue may strike +deeply; and they now know the full cost of +a charitable action which is performed by +the voluntary and deliberate sacrifice of +personal indulgence.”</p> + +<p>“You are right, perfectly right my dear,” +said Mr. Sackville.</p> + +<p>“Yes, I believe you are right,” said Mr. Morris, +reluctantly replacing the articles, +“but it's deuced hard upon the children.”</p> + +<p>“It is more blessed to give than to receive,” +said the nun, in a sweet tone of +voice, and added, “I assure you madam, I +never missed a sale of our little wares with +so much satisfaction.”</p> + +<p>The visiters then took leave of the amiable +sister, and in the course of the evening +embarked on board the steam-boat. When +they arose in the morning, they had already +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">152</a><span>] </span></span>reached the mouth of the Sorrel. It was +one of the most beautiful of all the bright +days of summer. A gentle west wind +tempered the sun's heat, and if, as saith the +good book, ‘a cheerful countenance betokeneth +the heart in prosperity,’ it might +be inferred from the happy faces of our +friends, that their minds were as bright and +clear as the cloudless sky. Even Mrs. Barton +had lost her downcast despondent +look, and the pleasant light of gratitude +and hope was diffused over her honest +countenance. Edward and Julia were unusually +animated, and their mother observed +their joyous step as they bounded over the +decks, their sparkling glances, and their +gleeful chatterings which fell like music on +her ear: she traced their uncommon spirits +to the little struggle and victory of the preceding +day, and rightly, for it is active goodness +that commands the secret spring of +joy—virtue that opens all the sweet fountains +of happiness within us.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">153</a><span>] </span></span>It was late in the afternoon when the level +and uniform shores of the river, studded +with an unbroken line of white-washed +houses, or only broken where they clustered +around a catholic church, as children +gather under the wing of a parent, began +to assume more picturesque forms. Bold +promontories stretched into the river, and +beautiful hills presented their verdant and +graceful slopes to the clear mirror. There +was a band of musicians on board the boat, +who at the command of the captain, (who +understood the laws of international courtesy,) +had been playing yankee doodle. +Edward was far enough from home to feel +grateful for this tribute from the English +captain, and when the music suddenly +changed, at a signal from him, to a mournful +requiem, Edward inquired with a look +of disappointment, the cause of the transition.</p> + +<p>“Look there,” he replied, “my young +friend, at that pretty grassy point. It is +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">154</a><span>] </span></span>called Cape Laboniére; just above the +point you see a thicket of tall trees, which +extend their shadows now beyond the church. +Under those trees were buried three beautiful +girls, the daughters of the honourable +Mrs. Laboniére. The young ladies were +called by the villagers, ‘Les sœurs de la +charité;’ and are now, I am told, reckoned +as their guardian saints by these poor +catholic peasants. I happened to be there +when the last was buried. You know the +catholics have great pomp and expense at +their funerals; but I believe the childless +parents had no heart for this, for though the +father is seignior of the place, and a man of +great wealth, he granted the request of the +poor villagers who went in a body to him, +to beg permission to bury their beloved +benefactress. I saw the procession—every +one in it was a mourner. The girls strewed +the grave with white roses, and all, even the +old men and the little children, shed tears +on the turf that covered it; and I could not +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">155</a><span>] </span></span>but think how much better than their consecrated +water were these tears of gratitude. +We call the place the ‘Three sisters,’ now,” +concluded the captain, “and I never pass it +without some tribute of respect.”</p> + +<hr /> + +<p>Before nine o'clock the steamboat was +gliding along under the heights of Quebec. +Having, as Mr. Morris (who kept strict +note of time) remarked, achieved a sail of +180 miles in 18 hours. Edward stood on +the deck beside his mother, straining his +eyes to the proud summit of Cape Diamond, +where the British flag waved in a flood of +moonlight. “Oh, mother,” he exclaimed, +“what a kind friend the moon has been to +us.”</p> + +<p>“She has indeed,” replied Mrs. Sackville; +“and I am very glad that you notice +and enjoy her favors; her pale crescent +was reflected in the waters of Ontario—her +beams revealed to us some of the secret +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">156</a><span>] </span></span>places of the ‘thousand isles’—the glittering +spires of Montreal sent back her silver +rays, and now she pours a flood of light from +her full orb, upon these fortified heights. +But, come, dear Ned, I believe it is time +for us to leave the moon, and attend to our +sublunary concerns. Your uncle has gone +to settle our bill, and you had best attend +to yours.” Julia poured the contents of +her purse into Edward's, and he left them, +and returned in a few moments holding a +single shilling between his fingers; “here +is all we have left,” he said; “what is to +be done now, mother? I cannot bear to turn +poor Mrs. Barton adrift the moment we +arrive.”</p> + +<p>“No, dear Ned,” replied his mother; +“she shall be cared for still further. I had +too much respect for good examples,” she +continued, smiling, “to spend all my money +for fancy articles, and I shall take Mrs. Barton +to the City Hotel with us, till she +can make some provisions for herself. I +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">157</a><span>] </span></span>confess I have not much expectation that +the governor will think proper to do any +thing for her, but your father has letters to +him, and he will call at the Chateau to-morrow, +and say and do what he can in her +behalf.” Mrs. Barton received this additional +kindness with unfeigned gratitude; +“But after to-morrow, ma'am,” she said, +“I will trouble you no further, for I am sure +to find some acquaintance here, who will +help me to shift for myself.”</p> + +<p>The next morning passports were procured +to visit the fortifications. Edward, +who had a great regard to our own heroes +and patriots, had previously sallied forth in +quest of the spot where the gallant Montgomery +fell in our cause; and his father, +after awaiting his return for some time, +proceeded without him, leaving a note of +directions how he should follow him.</p> + +<p>Edward obeyed the directions. He +reached Cape Diamond without meeting +his friends, and he was biting his lips with +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">158</a><span>] </span></span>vexation, that he should have come to this +celebrated fortification alone, without any +one to explain it to him, and must leave it +as ignorant as he had entered; when he +was accosted by a good natured looking +soldier, who, doffing his military cap and +making a slight bow, said, “This is a +pleasant place, young gentleman, of a sunny +summer's day.”</p> + +<p>Edward turned his bright glance on the +man, delighted to have found any one who +could answer the questions that were rushing +to his lips. “Is not that,” he said, +pointing to the island opposite, “the island +of Orleans?”</p> + +<p>“The very same, sir: and the point +there, is point Levi, which Wolfe fortified, +and destroyed from it all the lower town of +Quebec: but brave as he was, I think he +never would have come within the rampart, +if Montcalme had not been the fool to go +out and meet him on the Plains of Abraham—once +there, you know, we beat of +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">159</a><span>] </span></span>course; for, other things being equal, one +Englishman is as good as two Frenchmen +any day—and that's what every English +soldier knows.”</p> + +<p>“But,” replied Edward, with a smile, +“what every French soldier does not admit +I suspect.”</p> + +<p>“No—no—not exactly—for you know +they are a bragging nation.”</p> + +<p>“Well,” said Edward, “they seem to +have something to brag of about you here +in these beautiful villages:” and he pointed +towards Beauport and Charlebourg, whose +white houses, green fields, and churches, +seem to promise every thing that poets have +dreamed of village simplicity, peace, and +contentment.</p> + +<p>“Yes, sir,” said the soldier, “those have +a decent genteel appearance from here, +but if you were once to go to them, and see +the houses like painted pigeon-holes—white +without, but within full of all manner +of uncleanliness; the bits of gardens with +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">160</a><span>] </span></span>little but onions in them; whole fields overrun +with Canada thistles; and then the +little bits of dowdy images that they worship; +and slivers of wood set in frames, that +they call pieces of the true cross, and +there are enough of them, as I have heard +said, to build a seventy-four. If you were +to see all this, my young master, you would +agree with me, they were but a set of poor +ignorant superstitious deluded creatures, +far enough behind us English, or even the +Americans.” The soldier then proceeded +to point out and name the most attractive +objects from this commanding point of view. +The deep black ravine, through which the +Montmorenci, after taking its graceful and +wondrous leap, passes into the St. Lawrence; +and the indentation of the shore +beyond the Plains of Abraham, called +Wolfe's Cove, where he landed his forces on +the morning of his victory and death. Edward +found it very difficult to tear himself +from a spot which has so much natural +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">161</a><span>] </span></span>beauty, and historic interest, but anxious +to follow his friends, he offered the soldier +a few pieces of change, and asked him if +he was willing to show him the fortification, +and then guide him to the Plains of +Abraham, whither his father had gone.</p> + +<p>The soldier civilly, and indeed thankfully +assented, and they proceeded together. +The man, evidently pleased with the intelligent +questions put to him by Edward, +which he answered in a way that indicated a +knowledge of his profession quite unusual +in a common soldier. Edward inquired +the design of the Martello towers, of +the bastions, scarps and counterscarps, of +this fosse, that glacis, &c. &c. at last, +stopping suddenly, while his dilating form +and beaming face expressed the youthful +heroism that glowed in his breast, he +said, “It is a strong place, a very strong +place indeed; but I do think <em>we</em> could take +it.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">162</a><span>] </span></span>“<em>We!</em>” exclaimed the soldier, darting at +him a look of eager inquiry; “who are <em>we</em>?”</p> + +<p>“Why, we Americans.”</p> + +<p>“Americans!” echoed the soldier, and +then starting back and dashing the silver +Edward had given him to the ground. +“Have I,” he said, <ins class='correction' title='served'>“served</ins> my king four +and twenty years, to be bribed by an American +boy at last? has it come to this, +Richard Barton?”</p> + +<p>“Richard Barton!” echoed Edward in +his turn.</p> + +<p>“Yes, my young man, Richard Barton; +a poor name, but an honest one, thank +God.”</p> + +<p>“Richard Barton!” again repeated Edward. +“But it cannot be the Richard Barton +I mean.”</p> + +<p>“I don't know who you mean, sir, but I +shall take care and report you to my officer, +and clear myself of all blame.”</p> + +<p>“Do not be so hasty, my good friend,” +said Edward, with an expression of innocence +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">163</a><span>] </span></span>and good nature, that went far to remove +the honest soldier's suspicions; “it is +true I have troubled you with a great many +questions, but I had no motive but curiosity; +we yankees, you know, are a curious +race. Come, I shall hold you to your +agreement; take up the money and go +along with me.”</p> + +<p>“No—no—I never will touch the money; +but I will go with you, there can be no +harm in that.”</p> + +<p>“Well,” said Edward, picking up the +pieces, “if you won't take it, I know a +Richard Barton that will, and he shall have +it too; and now, if I was not afraid you +would take me to the guard-house, I would +put some more questions to you.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, put them and welcome, young man; +now I know that you are an American, I +can use my discretion in my answers. You +do not look as if you could do wrong yourself, +or tempt another: but I have lived +long enough to know that it is not all gold +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">164</a><span>] </span></span>that glitters, though I think nothing but +true metal can bear the stamp that is on +your face.”</p> + +<p>“We are friends again then, are we? +Can you tell me where the 40th regiment is +stationed now?”</p> + +<p>“That I cannot; they have been gone +from here three years this July.”</p> + +<p>“Had you any acquaintance in that regiment?”</p> + +<p>“Indeed had I. I served with them +more than twenty years.”</p> + +<p>Edward stopped, jumped at least three +feet from the ground, (as the soldier afterwards +averred) clapped his hands, and exclaimed, +“It must be—it must be.”</p> + +<p>“Why, what is the matter now?” asked +the soldier, amazed at his emotion.</p> + +<p>“Tell me,” continued Edward, with all +the calmness he could summon, “why you +are here, if your regiment has returned?”</p> + +<p>“I got myself transferred to this regiment, +to finish my term of service in America, +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">165</a><span>] </span></span>in the hope of then finding my wife +and little boy, who followed me to the +States when I was a prisoner.”</p> + +<p>There was no longer any room in Edward's +mind for doubt that his companion +was the husband of Mrs. Barton. His +natural and first impulse was, to make +known to the husband the happiness that +was in store for him. He began to speak, +half laughing, half crying; then checked +himself, and considered what a beautiful +surprise it would be if they should meet +without any preparation: he took the soldier's +hand, and said, “I see my friends; +you need go no farther; but come in one +hour to the City Hotel, and my mother will +tell you good news of your wife.”</p> + +<p>“News of my wife! are you an angel +from heaven?”</p> + +<p>“Oh, no,” replied Edward, laughing; +“nothing but an <em>American boy</em>.”</p> + +<p>“God bless you, my lad, tell me now—tell +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">166</a><span>] </span></span>me now,” said the soldier, and tears of +joy had already gathered in his eyes.</p> + +<p>“No, not another word now,” said Edward, +bounding away from him; “in one +hour you shall know all.”</p> + +<p>The soldier gazed after Edward with an +intense curiosity: vague expectations of +some good, and then more defined hopes +filled his mind. ‘That boy never could +have deceived me,’ he said, to himself: +‘what did he mean by exclaiming when he +first heard my name? what, by saying he +knew another Richard Barton? Is it possible +that he has seen my wife and <ins class='correction' title='boy?'>boy?’</ins> +The result of all his deliberations was, that +he would go instantly to the Hotel—to wait +an hour was impossible—an hour was an +age. In the mean time, Edward joined his +party, who were already on the return, and +was chid for his delay; without giving the +least heed to the rebuke, he drew Julia +aside, and communicated his discovery to +her. They then laid their heads together, +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">167</a><span>] </span></span>and concerted a fine plan for a denouement.</p> + +<p>They would first show Barton the little +girl; he could not remember her of course, +for she had been born some months after he +was separated from his wife; but then he +might find her out from her resemblance to +her mother; Julia remembered many stories +she had read of similar discoveries, and +Edward affirmed his belief in natural affection, +though he allowed that his father said, +that Dr. Franklin and many other philosophers +laughed at the idea. If the little +girl proved an insufficient clew, Dickey was +to be brought into the room, as if accidentally, +and with many cautions by no means +to tell his name; and finally the door was +to be thrown open, and good Mrs. Barton, +all unprepared for the sight, was to behold +her long-lost husband. Mrs. Sackville saw +in the truth-telling faces of her children, +that something in their <ins class='correction' title='viewvery'>view very</ins> important +was in agitation; but she seemed to take +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">168</a><span>] </span></span>no notice of their whisperings, and hurried +pace, till Mr. Morris called out, “Fall back +children, one would think we were walking +for a wager; remember we carry weight +of years.”</p> + +<p>“Oh,” whispered Julia, “uncle Morris +is such a snail; but there is no use in our +hurrying, because you know we should +lose half the pleasure if papa and mama +and uncle were not there.” Edward assented, +and patience had her perfect work +while the children made their feet, which +seemed suddenly to have been furnished +with the wings of Mercury, to keep time +with the dignified movements of their parents.</p> + +<p>When they turned into St. John's-street, +and came in sight of the hotel, Edward saw +the soldier standing by the step to the front +entrance, and looking eagerly towards him, +“there he is!” said he to Julia, and they +both involuntarily changed their pace from +a walk to a run, but before they reached +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">169</a><span>] </span></span>the hotel, the soldier sprung into the door, +and disappeared from their sight. He had +caught the sound of his wife's voice, and +their first joyful recognition had passed before +the children entered the door.</p> + +<hr /> + +<p>Our youthful readers have, we trust, +been entire strangers to those joys that are +preceded by suffering, and which remind +us of some clouds that send down their +showers after the sun has broken through. +They would have been as much surprised +as were Edward and Julia, if they had seen, +instead of smiles and ecstasies, the deathlike +paleness of Mrs. <ins class='correction' title='Barton'>Barton,</ins> her husband +dashing the tear from his eyes that he +might gaze upon his children; Dickey +looking timidly at him, and the little girl +burying her face in her mother's gown. +Yet this was joy—joy that no words could +express; the joy of kind and faithful hearts—joy +with which a stranger cannot intermeddle; +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">170</a><span>] </span></span>and Mrs. Sackville felt it to be +such, for when she saw the family group, +she drew her children into the parlour, and +left their humble friends to themselves.</p> + +<hr /> + +<p>It was our intention to have described +the soldier's gratitude—the contentment +and thankfulness of his wife—the neat little +cottage in which she was immediately +placed by the officers of the regiment, who +seemed delighted thus to manifest their regard +for their corporal Barton. The emotion +of this good family at parting with their +benefactors—little Dickey's resolution, that +when he grew to be a man, he would go +and live with Mr. Edward—the hospitable +honors rendered to the Sackville party by +the officers of the regiment, who felt their +beneficence to the British soldier's wife as +a personal obligation—to which was to have +been added, a particular description of some +very beautiful curiosities presented to Edward +<span class="pagenum"><span>[Page </span><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">171</a><span>] </span></span>and Julia by the governor's lady; but +we fear our young readers will think we +have already protracted a dull tale to an +unconscionable length; and we will therefore +take our leave of them, with simply +expressing a wish, that if they should ever +travel to Quebec, or indeed in any other +direction, they will remember that after the +delightful but evanescent pleasures of their +jaunt had faded, and were almost effaced +from the minds of Edward and Julia, they +possessed a treasure that fadeth not away in +the consciousness of having rendered an +essential service to a fellow-creature. A +consciousness that strews roses in the path +of youth and age—not ‘the perfume and +suppliance of a moment,’ but those amaranthine +flowers that exhale incense to +Heaven.</p> + +<p class='center' style='margin-top: 2em;'>FINIS.</p> + + +<div class='tnote break-before' style='margin-bottom: 5em; padding: 0.5em 0em;'><a name="Corrections"></a><div style='margin-left: 0.5em; margin-right: 0.5em;'><b>Transcriber's Note:</b><br /><br /> +The following is a list of corrections made to the original.<span class="correction-list"> The first +line is the original line, the second the corrected one.</span></div> +<ul> +<li><a href='#Page_8'>Page 8</a>:<br /> +<span class="correction-list">Bob Eton's father and Bob Eaton<br /></span> +Bob <ins class="correction" title="Eton's">Eaton's</ins> father and Bob Eaton +</li> +<li><a href='#Page_12'>Page 12</a>:<br /> +<span class="correction-list">Julia finished her mimickry of her master's +tone<br /></span> +Julia finished her <ins class='correction' title='mimickry'>mimicry</ins> of her master's +tone +</li> +<li><a href='#Page_13'>Page 13</a>:<br /> +<span class="correction-list">“Oh, that will be delightful, mother +but Edward and I cannot dance<br /></span> +“Oh, that will be delightful, <ins class='correction' title='mother'>mother,</ins> +but Edward and I cannot dance +</li> +<li><a href='#Page_14'>Page 14</a>:<br /> +<span class="correction-list">‘The next, mother? what is next, Edward?”<br /></span> +<ins class='correction' title='‘The'>“The</ins> next, mother? what is next, Edward?” +</li> +<li><a href='#Page_15'>Page 15</a>:<br /> +<span class="correction-list">nature lighting up with the rays of the rising +sun.<br /></span> +nature lighting up with the rays of the rising +<ins class='correction' title='sun.'>sun.”</ins> +</li> +<li><a href='#Page_22'>Page 22</a>:<br /> +<span class="correction-list">lit up her hazle eyes<br /></span> +lit up her <ins class='correction' title='hazle'>hazel</ins> eyes +</li> +<li><a href='#Page_24'>Page 24</a>:<br /> +<span class="correction-list">“My dear Ned,” replied Mrs. Sackville,<br /></span> +“My dear Ned,” replied <ins class='correction' title='Mrs.'>Mr.</ins> Sackville, +</li> +<li><a href='#Page_28'>Page 28</a>:<br /> +<span class="correction-list">“Now, mama,” she said, +you must take both sides of the river.”<br /></span> +“Now, mama,” she said, +<ins class='correction' title='you'>“you</ins> must take both sides of the river.” +</li> +<li><a href='#Page_30'>Page 30</a>:<br /> +<span class="correction-list">the skipping +right—the readers inalienable right<br /></span> +the skipping +right—the <ins class='correction' title='readers'>readers'</ins> inalienable right +</li> +<li><a href='#Page_32'>Page 32</a>:<br /> +<span class="correction-list">said Mr. Sackville, +that the march of time<br /></span> +said Mr. Sackville, +<ins class='correction' title='that'>“that</ins> the march of time +</li> +<li><a href='#Page_43'>Page 43</a>:<br /> +<span class="correction-list">a wigman in Oneida<br /></span> +a <ins class='correction' title='wigman'>wigwam</ins> in Oneida +</li> +<li><a href='#Page_47'>Page 47</a>:<br /> +<span class="correction-list">the +road is thronged with market-waggons, +stage coaches; and carriages<br /></span> +the +road is thronged with market-waggons, +stage <ins class='correction' title='coaches;'>coaches,</ins> and carriages +</li> +<li><a href='#Page_48'>Page 48</a>:<br /> +<span class="correction-list">riches and resources of their native land, +“For my own<br /></span> +riches and resources of their native <ins class='correction' title='land,'>land.</ins> +“For my own +</li> +<li><a href='#Page_50'>Page 50</a>:<br /> +<span class="correction-list">who seeemed to be a favorite +with the whole company<br /></span> +who <ins class='correction' title='seeemed'>seemed</ins> to be a favorite +with the whole company +</li> +<li><a href='#Page_50'>Page 50</a>:<br /> +<span class="correction-list">“My name is Biddy Burns, an +please you, miss.”<br /></span> +“My name is Biddy Burns, <ins class='correction' title='an'>an'</ins> +please you, miss.” +</li> +<li><a href='#Page_57'>Page 57</a>:<br /> +<span class="correction-list">He was a +little, pale, wizzened-face fellow<br /></span> +He was a +little, pale, <ins class='correction' title='wizzened-face'>wizened-face</ins> fellow +</li> +<li><a href='#Page_59'>Page 59</a>:<br /> +<span class="correction-list">“How old?” I do not justly remember;<br /></span> +“How <ins class='correction' title='old?”'>old?</ins> I do not justly remember; +</li> +<li><a href='#Page_62'>Page 62</a>:<br /> +<span class="correction-list">replied +Mrs. Sackville,” I have offered to pay<br /></span> +replied +Mrs. <ins class='correction' title='Sackville,” I'>Sackville, “I</ins> have offered to pay +</li> +<li><a href='#Page_72'>Page 72</a>:<br /> +<span class="correction-list">exclaimed Edward, +I am sure I thought the air<br /></span> +exclaimed Edward, +<ins class='correction' title='I'>“I</ins> am sure I thought the air +</li> +<li><a href='#Page_72'>Page 72</a>:<br /> +<span class="correction-list">speaking in a low voice to her +children, “ the charm of the ring<br /></span> +speaking in a low voice to her +children, <ins class='correction' title='“ the'>“the</ins> charm of the ring +</li> +<li><a href='#Page_79'>Page 79</a>:<br /> +<span class="correction-list">“What, my dear, children, should we<br /></span> +“What, my <ins class='correction' title='dear,'>dear</ins> children, should we +</li> +<li><a href='#Page_83'>Page 83</a>:<br /> +<span class="correction-list">you must take care you do not commit +the pharasaic fault<br /></span> +you must take care you do not commit +the <ins class='correction' title='pharasaic'>pharisaic</ins> fault +</li> +<li><a href='#Page_84'>Page 84</a>:<br /> +<span class="correction-list">most +children are thoughtless of he future<br /></span> +most +children are thoughtless of <ins class='correction' title='he'>the</ins> future +</li> +<li><a href='#Page_87'>Page 87</a>:<br /> +<span class="correction-list">to convert themi n tofields of battle.”<br /></span> +to convert <ins class='correction' title='themi n tofields'>them into fields</ins> of battle.” +</li> +<li><a href='#Page_91'>Page 91</a>:<br /> +<span class="correction-list">she has an Enlish +spirit<br /></span> +she has an <ins class='correction' title='Enlish'>English</ins> +spirit +</li> +<li><a href='#Page_101'>Page 101</a>:<br /> +<span class="correction-list">“Fraquently he does, +and fraquently he dont,”<br /></span> +“Fraquently he does, +and fraquently he <ins class='correction' title='dont'>don't</ins>,” +</li> +<li><a href='#Page_119'>Page 119</a>:<br /> +<span class="correction-list">thus cut +off by her sins.”<br /></span> +thus cut +off by her <ins class='correction' title='sins.”'>sins.</ins> +</li> +<li><a href='#Page_121'>Page 121</a>:<br /> +<span class="correction-list">Come now Edward and Julia to +your births—and dream<br /></span> +Come now Edward and Julia to +your <ins class='correction' title='births'>berths</ins>—and dream +</li> +<li><a href='#Page_128'>Page 128</a>:<br /> +<span class="correction-list">who was roughly binding his wampun +belt over Marguerite's mouth<br /></span> +who was roughly binding his <ins class='correction' title='wampun'>wampum</ins> +belt over Marguerite's mouth +</li> +<li><a href='#Page_131'>Page 131</a>:<br /> +<span class="correction-list">He rose cautiously<br /></span> +<ins class='correction' title='He'>“He</ins> rose cautiously +</li> +<li><a href='#Page_142'>Page 142</a>:<br /> +<span class="correction-list">led the +way to an adjoining anti-room appropriated +to medicines<br /></span> +led the +way to an adjoining <ins class='correction' title='anti-room'>ante-room</ins> appropriated +to medicines +</li> +<li><a href='#Page_162'>Page 162</a>:<br /> +<span class="correction-list">“Have I,” he said, served my king<br /></span> +“Have I,” he said, <ins class='correction' title='served'>“served</ins> my king +</li> +<li><a href='#Page_166'>Page 166</a>:<br /> +<span class="correction-list">Is it possible +that he has seen my wife and boy?<br /></span> +Is it possible +that he has seen my wife and <ins class='correction' title='boy?'>boy?’</ins> +</li> +<li><a href='#Page_167'>Page 167</a>:<br /> +<span class="correction-list">that something in their viewvery important +was in agitation;<br /></span> +that something in their <ins class='correction' title='viewvery'>view very</ins> important +was in agitation; +</li> +<li><a href='#Page_169'>Page 169</a>:<br /> +<span class="correction-list">the deathlike +paleness of Mrs. Barton her husband +dashing the tear from his eyes<br /></span> +the deathlike +paleness of Mrs. <ins class='correction' title='Barton'>Barton,</ins> her husband +dashing the tear from his eyes +</li> +</ul> +</div> + + +</div> + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Travellers, by Catharine Maria Sedgwick + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE TRAVELLERS *** + +***** This file should be named 31832-h.htm or 31832-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/3/1/8/3/31832/ + +Produced by David Yingling, Alexander Bauer and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This +book was produced from scanned images of public domain +material from the Google Print project.) + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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