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Charlottetown, Prince Edward island, Saturday, January 14, 1854.

New Se_i1es;n “No. 103.

Established 1823.

.—Fem Leaves from Faniiy’s Portfolio. t

THANKSGIVING STORY.

“Mary!" said the younger of two little girls, as they ' who soiled no pliarisaical nestled under a. coarse cove_rl_id one cold night in December, ; with any known sinner, or

“ tell me about Thanksgiving-day before papa went tot heaven. I’in cold and liun y, and I can't go to sleep; I want something nice to thin ut."

“ llush !" said the older child, “ don't let dear mammn Como iiearer to me ;” and they laid their cheeks

ou. ' toget er.

“ I fancy papa was rich. We lived in a very nice house. ' [know there were pretty pictures on the wall, and there were nice velvet chairs, and the carpet was thick and soft,

gold-fish on the side-table, and Tony, my black nurse, use to feed thorn. And papa— on can t remember —lie was tall; and grand, like a prince, and when is smiled ‘ he made me think ofangcls. e bought me toys and sweet-

meats, and carried uic out to the stable, and set me on

Romeo's live back, and laughed because I was afraid ! I used to watch to see him come up the street, and then run

papa," said the eliil i a faltering voice.

" Well, Thanksgiving-day we were so his py! We sat. around such a large tab e, with so many uncles,snd cousin:-i——I can't think why t oy never come to see us now. Letty—and Betty made such sweet pies, and we had a big, big turkey, and papa would have me sit next to him, and gave me the wish-bone, and all the plums out of his pudding, and after dinner he would take me in his lap, and tell me ‘ lied Ridiii llood.’ and call me ‘pet,’ and ' bird,’ and ‘ fairy.’ 0 .ctty, I can’t tell any more; I believe I’m going to cry."

“ I am very cold," said Letty. " Does papa know, up in heaven. that we are poor and hungry now

Yes-—iio—I caii’t tell," answered Mary, wiping awa her tears, unable to reconcile her ideas of heaven with sue a tlioiiglit. “ llusli ! momma will hear!‘

Maniinn had “ hoard." ’l‘lie coarse rment upon which she had toiled since sunrise dropped rom her hands, on tears were forcing theinsolvcs, thick and fast, through her closed eyelids. The simple recital found but too sad an echo in that widowed heart.

SUMMER FRIENDS.

“ It is really very unfortunate, that forgery ofMr. Grant's

on't see what will becoiue of mma. I presume she

won't think of holding up her head after it. I dare say she will expect to be on the same terms with her friends as be- fore : but the thin V is—-" _

“ Quite impossible !" said the gay i\irs. Blair, arranging her ringlets; “ the man has drstgged his family down wit i him, and there’s no help for it at I can see.’_

“ He has no family but Emma," said her friend, “ and I suppose some benevolent soul will look after her; at any rate, it don‘t concern us ;” and the two friends(!) tied on their hats for a promenade.

Emma Grant was, in truth, almost broken-hearted at this sad four par of her father's; but, with the limi knowled e of‘ human nature gleaned from the experience of a sunnylifo of eighteen happy years, she doubted not the willingness of old fl-iends to assist her in her determination

become a teacher. ’l‘o one after another of these summer

friends she applied for patronage. Some “ couldn't in con- science recommend the daughter of a defaulter;" some, less free-spoken, went on the non-committal system, “ would think of it and let her know,” taking ver good care not to specify any particular time for this go purpose: others. who didn't want their consciences troubled bythe sight of her, advised her, very disinterestcdly, to “ go back_ in the country somewhere, and occu y the independent position of making herself generally use iii in some farmer's fumil _;” others still dodged the uestion by humbly recemmen ing her to apply to rsons o greater infiuence than themselves; and one and al “ wished her well, and she’d s ceed,” thought it very praise-worthy that she should try to do somethin for herself, but seemed nervously anxious that it should be outof their latitude and longitude; and so, day after day, foot-sore and weary, Emma reached home with s discoura d heart, and a sad conviction of the sel- fishness snd hol ow-heartedness of human nature.

In one of these discouraged moods she recollectsd her old friend Mr. Bliss. How strange she should not have thought of him before! She had often hospitsbly entertained him as she presided at her father's table ; he stood very hi h in repute as s ious man. and very bcnevolcntly inclin ; be surely would befriend with his influence the child of his old thou h fallen friend. With renewed courage she tied on her ittle bonnet, and set out in search of him. She was fortunate in finding him in; but ah! where was the old frank smile, and extended hand of friendship! Mr. Bliss might have been carved out of wood for any demonstra- tion of either that she could see. A ver stifi' bow,snd s ner- vous twitch of his waistband, was her on yrecognition. With difllcult she choked down the rebellious feelings that sent the fins to her cheek and the indignant tears to her eyes, as she recollected the many svenin he had received a warm welcome to their hospitable fireside, and timidl ex- plained the par of her visit, Mr. Bliss employing im- self during this interval in the apparent srrau ment of soiuc business s, with an air that said, “ I you were not a woman I shouldn’t hesitate to show you the door in a civil way ; but as it is, than h I may listen, that's all it will amount to.” Like many ot or persons in a like dilemma, he quietly made up his mind that, if he could su ' irritating her suflcientl ‘to reuse her spirit, he would in all probability be sooner of tier; so he remark t it was

I " a ver bad sfiir, that of her father's; there could be but one opinion about its disgraceful sud dishononrnble nature ; that of course she wssn’t to blame for it, but she couldn't sxpecttokcsp her old 'tion now; and that, in short under the circumstances, he didn't feel as if it would be well for him to interfere in her behalf at resent. He had no doubt in time she might ‘live down’ or fstber’s dis- grace; and so a ver comfortably seated himself in his

ssthcr-hacked arm’-ciia and took‘up s .

A deep red spot burned on Bums Grant's check as she retracsd her Her lithe fbrni was drawn up to its full height: there was s fire in her 0 , and s firmness and

rapidity in her step, that botck s new user . She

would not be crushed by such selfish cowardice mg usll- lanimit ; she would succsed—It must be that she I ould triuiwi yet. ‘

“‘ ill is night," said Emma, as she bent all her powers

the accomplishment of her purpose; and when was that motto aver known to fail... phsu accompanied by a spirit

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motions? timid souls, who stood on the. fence. ready to

yump down when her placed herself be end the need of their assistance! Fore- most in this ran was the correct and

; protege: of mine——nice young woman !—-came like the green moss-patches in the wood ; and we had prett I commencement of her school for my patr

. Letty the 5 Model School.

sition was certain, and she had

reper Mr. Bliss,

garment of his by juxtaposition oubtful person.

At the expiration of is your, Emma's school contained

, pupils from the first families in the city, with whose whole 3 education she was intrusted, and who, making it their home 1 with her, received, out of school-hours, the watchful care 0

a mother. It became incrcasiiigly pular,.and Emma was

i able to command her own price for or services.

" Why don’t you send your daughter to my friend, Miss Grant?" said Mr. Bliss to Senator Hall; “ she is a little me a he onsge; the conse- uence is. she has gope up like a sky-rocket. They call it

Condescending lilr. Bliss! It was a pity to take the non- sense out of liiui ; lint you should have seen the crest-fallen expression of his whole outer man, as the elegant widower

And he addressed turned on him a look of withering contempt,

‘ saying, “ The young woman ofwhom on speak, sir, will be to the door to _)ump_in his arms. He was a dear, kind my wife before the expiration ofanot or week; and in her ii

Don t cry," said the little One: “ pleflw @911 me 901110 I and the manly encouragement yoia extended to

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It did In Tivus, Emma rose early and sat up late; she lived on s more crust; she was s stranger to luxury, and many times to Isscsmsry comforts. Her pillow was often wet with tears from over-tasked spirits and fsilingstreu

name and mine, I thank you for the very liberal patronage s

r youth and helplessness in the hour ofnec .” It is needless to add how many times. who had found it convenient entirely to forget the existence of Miss Emma Grant, were heard to interland their conversation with “ friend, Mrs. Senator Ilall." Allis, poor human nature !

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in the course of the

NI L DE SPERANDUM.

No, never! Every cloud has a silver lining; and He who wove it knows when to turn it out. , after ever night, however long or dark, there shall yet come a go - den morning. Your noblest powers are never developed in

rosperity. Any hark may glide in smooth water, with is avouring gale; but that is is brave, skilful oarsman who rows up stream,against the current, with adverse winds. and no cheering voice to wish him “ God’s speed !” your head above the wave; let neither sullen despair nor week vncillntion drag you under. llced not the isoned arrow of sneaking treacher that wliizzes past you rein the shore. Judas sold hiinsel when he sold his Master ; and

G ‘U

4 for him there dawned no resurrection mornin ! Tis glo-

rious to battle on with a brave heart, whic cowering pusillanimity turns tremblin back. Dream not of the word “ surren er." When_one frail human reed after another breaks or bonds beneath you, lean on the " Rock 0 . ’ 'lhe Great Architect passes you throu h the furnace but to purify. The fire may scorch, ut it shall never consume on. He will yet label you “fine

ld ‘ The narrow path maybe thorn to our tender est ; but the " promised land" lies. beyoii ! ' he clusters of Hope may he with the eye of faith ; your bond shall yet

asp tlieui ; your eyes revel, from the mountain-top, over t e green pastures and still waters of peace. You shall y:t unbuckie your dusty armour, while soft breezes shall n your victor temples. Ni’! dupersndurn .’

C E C I L E G R E Y .

“ ’Tis a girl, sir ; my lady has a daughter."

“ lleaven be praised !" said the discontented father of six unruly boys ! “ Now I shall have something gentle to love. Small comfort to me, these boys; house tops -tu from morning till night, with their guns, fishin tsc le, inters, setters, hounds, spaniels, andwhat not. om’s col egs-bills perfectl ruinous-horses, oysters, and cigars all lum d undert e general heao of et ceteras; I understand it a - or my purse does] But this little gentle girl, climbing n ni knee, making music and sunshine in the house, with her innocent face and silvery laugh, this little human

in by life's rough. thorny wa side, she'll make amends. I'm not the happiest husband in t e world; my heart shall find a resting-place here. She must be highly educated and aceom lishe . I shall spare no pains to elect thst. Ah, I see, a ter all, I shall have a happ old age. ’

Very lovely was the little Cecilia. She had her mothcr’s soft hazel eye and waving auburn hair, and her father's Grecian profile. There was a winning sweetness in her smile, and grace and poetry in ever motion. It was a pretty sight, her lden tresses mingling with those silver ocks, as she reste her bright head against the old man's check. Even “ the boys” could harbour no on at her

uiet reign. She wound herself quite as close y around i. eir hearts. Then it was a new tie to bind the sundered husband and wife together. Something of the old, by-gone tenderness crept unconsciously into their manner to esc other. It was ther idol; and they resssd her rapturously to the parental heart, forgetting stile was but clay.

Tutors and governesses without limit went and come, be- fore the importsnt selection was made. Then, so man injunctions ! She “ must not study so much as to spoil her

ne eyes ;" she " must draw only a few minutes at a time, lest it should cause ii. stoo in her shoulders ;” she “ must not go out in the sun, for ear of injurin hsr complexion." She was told, eve_ry hour in the day, of! some rare perfec- tion; now her attitude, then her eyes, then her shape; she “ danced like a fairy"—“ sang like a ssrapb”-—in short, needed wings only to make her an _an .

Every servant in the house knew t at his or her fortune was made if Miss Cecile was pleased, and she their course accordingly. If “ the boys" were doubt I of the success of a request, Cecile was emplo secretly to nego- tiate. The reins of household government were in those little fairy fingers.

No wonder the little Cecile thought herself omuipotent. No wonder she stood before her “ Psyche,” arranging, with a msiden’s ride, those glossy ringlsts. Small marvel that she saw wi I exultation those round, polished limbs, rly teeth. and starry eyes, and tossed her bright curls ll?» - uinph at the hearts that were already laid at her feet. Her mirror but silently repeated the voice of fisttery that met her at every step. Cecile was beautiful! The temple was

'ng fair; but, sh! there rose from its altar no holy ncsuse to Heaven Those bright eyes opened and closed like the lowers, and like them drunk in the dew and the sunlight, regardless of the Giver.

It was Cecile‘s eighteenth birthday. The most expensive preparations had been made to celebrate it. She was to elsctrify the beau monde with her debut. A gossamer robs fit for s Peri, sllvsr , and Ii ht, floated soft as fisccy cloud around those mstc less lim s. Gems and iswsls would have been out of place beside those sts s . Nature's simplest olsriug the drooping lily, blsu ed with her tress- cs. The flush 0 youth and he was on her chock ; her sts was alresd on the threshold 0 that brilliant, untried wolrlh‘,

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beams on that happy birth-u ght.

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so, fond father? See, her head droops heavily, her‘ limits’

relax, she has fainted ! They gather round her—-they baths her pale face and powerless lisnds; then they hear her tohsr dressing-room, and she lies on that silken couch like seine rare piece of sculpture. The revellers disperse; the r- lands droop; darkness and si ence rei where merry eet tripped lightly. The physician sits by the bedside of his fair atlent, and, with mistaken kindness, he so s totlie from c piirents, “ She will be easier soon-she w ll be free

from in to-morrow;” and then he leaves her with the anxious watchers. Mornin dawned. Yes, Cecile was “bctter”—sc her

father sai ; and she sat up, and put her fair arms about his neck, and called him “ her own dear father!” and he smiled through his tears. and ‘parted the bright, damp looks from her brow, and said, “ s e should have another ball, yer than the last, and look lovclier than ever ;" and then ier mother laid a bandeau of pearls across her pale fore- head, and said, -‘ they became her passing well. ’ Cecile smiled faintly when she re laced them in their case, and then her mother came bac again to the bedside. Ah! what a fearful shadow, in that momentary interval, had crept over that sweet face! “ Cecile! Cecile!" sai bewildered woman. shivering with an indefinable terror: “ speak to me, Cecile! What is it I" h “ Amdl dying, mother! 0 mother ! you never taught me ow to ie.”

In the still ey dawn, at sultr noon, in the hushed and starry ni ht, ong after that brig t young was cover- ed with t e violets, ran that plaintive, reproachful voice in the parental ear, “ You never taught me how to die!"

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ciiiLi>iioon’s -rims-r.

" I asked God to take care of Johnny, and then I went to sleep," said a little boy, giving an account of his wandering in the wood.

How sublime! how touching! Holy childhood! Let me sit at thy feet and learn of thee. ow dost thou rebuke me, with thy simple faith and earnest love! 0 earth ! what dost thou give us in exchan for its loss !—Rainbows, that iuelt as we gaze ; bubbles that burst as we rasp ; dewdrops, that exhale as our e e catches their spark e. The warm heart, chilled by selfis ness, fenced in by doubts and thrown back upon itself. E e, lip, and brow, trained to tell no talc at the portal of w iat passes within the temple. Tears locked in their fountain, save when our own household gods are shivered. The great strife, not which shall “love most,” but “ which shall be the greater ;” and achin hearts the ste pin tones to wealth and power. Immorta , yet earth- we ded. Playing with shells upon the slicre of time with the broad ocean of eternity before us. Careful and troubled about trifles, forgetting to “ ask God to take care of John- nly,"—.-ind so, the long night of death comes on, and we s eep our last sleep!

ELISE DE VAUX.

Well, doctor, what do on think of her! She has set her heart upon going to that {Jew Year‘s ball, and it will never do to disappoint her, poor thin !”

Tbs blunt old doctor hit his lip impatiently, and, striking his gold-headed cone in no very gentle manner u ii the fioor, ssid, “Think! Ithink it would be rfect insanity for her tomttompt it. I wou‘t be auswerab e for the conse- quence ,

“ Pshaw! my dear sir ; she has had a dozen attacks, be, fore, quite as bad, and—"

“ And that is the ver reason she should be more can- tious now, madam. morning—good morning! Heaven save me from these fashionable mothers!" he muttered, as he banged the door to behind him. “ She'll kill the girl. and then her death will be laid at my door—ugh ! It would be sfiomfort if one could meet a sensible womsn occa- sions .”

Eliseywss sittin in bed, propped up hywpillows, mother entered. f youth, ace, and auty cou bribe the Destroyer, or turn aside is iinerrin aim, then had she been spared. Her cheek was ninrble pa e, and rested weari- ly on one little hand; the eyes were closed as if sleepin , and from the other hand a few choice flowers had escaped, and lay scattered upon the snow counter ne.

“ Oh, is that you, momma? hope on have made that stu id doctor give you something that will set me up. lfeel sue a deadly sinking, from want of nourishment, I fancy. Do pray see what you can get for me. 1 hope Dr. Wynn didn't presume to interfere about my going to the ball, because I intend to go, dead or alive; and, mamma, while my lunch is getting ready, just bring me my dress. and let me see if Jeaunct has placed the trimmin where they should be ; and haves rnche placed around t e wrist of my kid gloves ;and, momma, do’nt for ttosend Toni to Anster's for that pearl spray I selected or my hair; and, by the wsy,flust baud me that mirror—I am afraid I'm looking

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“ Not now," said the frightened mother; “ you are too weary. Wait till a have had some refreshment; " and the pale beauty so back on her pillow, crushing a wealth of dark ringlets, and closed her eyes weariiy, in spite of her determination to be well.

A ring at the door. A bright fiush came to her cheek.

“ That's Vivian, momma ! Tell him—tell him ’’—-and I shsr pain through her temples forced her to psuse—" tell him I'm better, and he may call for me at ten to-morrow night. And, momma, hand him this;" and she drew a little perfumed note from beneath her pillow, .with a rose- hud crushed in its folds. -