shamans” consent, has commoner. a1ooaai:isaa.i 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 :7. ‘? 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 l 0}) 0: MING. Bud following week_. the inhabitants a un o 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 ! ..—:_- 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‘, her 5' whicp her uty was to dassls and conquer. like orius there were, and bright faces, that msdcsnn ight in hsppy homes; but the rless Cecile quenched their beams on that happy birth-u ght. 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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!" =" O 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 y s when her swfu . “ 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. - “ Draw aside the curtain, Jeannet. Oh, we shall have a nice evening for the ow hsn me my dressing go . Msinins, that medicine is rfectly miraculous; never felt better. Heaven knows w ere I should have had-you not called in I. betmr counsellor than Dr. Wynn. He would like me for s platieut a year, I dare say : but I knew better than to line is pockets that way;” and she skipped gully across the floor to a large fsuteuil, and called Joanne! so arrau her air. _ , softl Jcsnnct! M head isn't quite right yet. There, at wil do,” said El so, as the ski fnl Frenchwc- insn hound tress after tress in con licsssd glossy braids around her well-formed hssd. “ ow, place the pear sprays little to the left, just over my ear. Pretty, is it not, mammal Here, Jsannst !” and she extended the dainty foot for its silken hose and satin slipiper. “Rest awhile, now, Elise,” sai her mother, as she looked spprcheusivsly at the bright crimson spot on her check, t at grew deeper every moment, and contrasted so strikingly with the marble pslensss of her brow. " I‘m afraid you are iug beyond your stron th." " Manama, w at sreyou thinking a ut! look at me, andsec how well I loo ! Besides, I'd go to this ball to- night ifit cost me in life. Mabel has triumphed over me once! she shall not o its sccon ms. des, there is rssll no danger. I feel wild with spirits to-night, and anti pass a most brilliant evening!” And she clasped the rl pendants in her small cars ;snd the light, Iccoy dress all in soft folds about her grace person, and upon her fair arm s laced ‘s ft; and, taking in her hand the rich hoaxes, svsry lower c which whispered hope to her young has fishsld sphsrshsskwithasmilmssd ssid,"Now hiss . sat Ost ofliii " ms nuns, you are proud so. And now, Jsaunet, with-ofiisious care, draws the rich opera-cloak about her shoulders, and with a thousand char- ges from momma, "to beware of the dfilagllil, partake no sparingly of ice, on not fatigue herself with in ," wi carriage-wheels roll away train the door, freigh their love] burden. , ' ‘ ‘ ‘ _ “ Elise e Vaux here! " said s. tall, qusenly'glrl, attired in black velvet, and she curled her prett lip th ill-con- ceuled ,vex.ation. “ I thou ht her dyi , or near it." ‘And. as Elise glided grsceflil y past in‘ the see, svsry eye following her, and every tongue oloqugnt in but pi-gin, Mabel's cheek paled with anger. _ “ How radient she is—-how dazzling‘! Sickness by but enhanced her beauty: and'how' rou Vivian bears her tlir_ougli the waltz! Every step tie ta c is on my heart- strings. This must not, shall not .' ‘ Courage, coward heart !" and, mastering her feelings with a stron eflirt, she Joined the dancers. Excitement an exercise soon sought the rose to her check, her eyes grew wildly brilliant, and had Vivian not been ins netised past remll, his eye would have been caught by the auling vision. All eyes were fixed upon the rival belles: and, amid the voluptuous swell of music, the flashing of lights, the over- powering sweetness of myriad flowers, and the rapid, whirl, ing motion of the dance, every brain and heart were dirty with excitement. " Heavens ! that is not Elise do Vsux !" said a us how 0 Dr. Wynnts. “ What mad folly! My uncle tol ms,if she came, it would be at the price of her life. How surpas- siiigly beautiful she is !" so 1 on, on they whirled, the dancers, till the stars w pulls, and the sweet flowers drooped in the hcsfid $0- s iere. P No sleep till morn when youth and pleasure meat, 'l‘o chair the glowing hours with lying feet. “ What unearthly beauty !" said an old gentleman to a young man, upon whose arm be was leaning, as Elias glided past, “ Who is she I" “ Elise de Vaux," said the young man mechanically, his eyes rivited to her fi ure. _" l)o you know w at you are saying 8" said he, upping “ Well, why do you look at her so wildly! I‘IssCnpid aimed a dart at you from out those blue eyes!” " Good God !‘ said the young man. lespin forward, as a piercing shriek came u n the air. “lira e room !— help_!—thsow up the windows !’_' and Elise was borne past, g~aspiiig',_ senseless, to the cool n3 ht air. Ay, ivian! Kneel at her si e, chsfs the little jewslled hands, put back the soft hair from the azure-veined temples. press the pulselsss wrist, listen for the beating heart—in Vain! Elise is dead! h And in thefarms of hiipo for whom she had thrown awn er oung lie she was me to her home; the diamon spur ling mockingly on the clay-cold finger; the pearls still liii ering amid her soft ringleni; the round, symmetrical lim s still fair in their beautiful pro rticns. The heart she coveted was gained-the dear-bong tvictory was won ! THE \VAlI. OF‘ A BROKEN I-IlAIT_o_ " ‘Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all." Oh, no, no! else you huvenever passed from the shield of a broad, true breast, where for long can have been lovingly folded, to s. widow's weed. an the rude jostling and curious ze of the heartless crowd; never knew long, wretched ays, that seemed to have no end; never turned, with a stifled sob, from the clasp of loving little arms, and the uplifted ze of an eye upon whose counterpart you had watched t e death-film ther; never saw that sunn little face overshadowed witrgrief, when other children gleefully called “ Papa !" nor ever heard the pail of a little one who might nsvsr remember its fbthsr’s nice! No, no ! or you have never turned shudderingly away, in the crowded street, from the outline ofa form, or the cast of a face, or the tone of a voice, that brou ht the dead Mockingly before you; never lain n n s sic bed, among careles stran rs, lacking comforts where luxury ones abounded, an listening in vain for that footfall whose lightest tread could charm your pain away; never drs from your aching sight the pictured lineaments that quick- cncd usy and torturing memory till our heart was break- ing , never waked from a room of aradise to weep und- vailing, bitter tears at the sad reality; and never, alas! bent our rebellions knee at God's altar when our tongue was ilhmb, to praise Him, and your lips refu to kiss the Smitcr’s rod ! Oh, no, no! better never to have loved; Tsnfold more gloomy is the murkyds ,whose sunny morning was ushered in with dazzlin , gel on bri htusss! Agouising is the death-struggle o the slii wrec ed mariner who parishes in sight of share and home . llarshly fall careless words upon the ear trained to the music ofa loving voice! Wearily stumble the tender feet unguarded by lovs's watchful s c ! Oh, no, nolbettsr never to have loved! He whose rst breath was drawn in a dungeon never pines for green fields, and blue skies, and a freer air! God pity the desolate, loving heart, the only star of whose sky has gone outin utter darkness! “While Washington lived in Philadelphia, on President of the United States, he usedofien to ask the good Doctor Green to dine with him. As one of these dinner-parties, the whole diplmnuliu corps were invited, and the precise hour of dining very particularly and plainly named on the card of invitation. “Punciuslly to the moment, Washington, with the few who had assembled, took their seats at the table. The othcrguesis come in one by one, and finally, towards the close of the dinner, the last man arrived. When he was seated at the table, Wash- ington, with cheerful gravity, said : . ''‘Gentlemen, I have a cook who never sslis whether the guests have arrived, but whether the hour has come !’ " As Aisusine I"s:s-r.-A female in this cit ', a few days since, entered a recess where her it had been in the habit of getting the “csiitsr," and vindicated her wrongs by deusolislf the bottles, tumblers, ,from which the cause her woos had flowed down the throat of her "worser ” half. The foal soedified our friends in the lower village, that a contribution was raised for the purpose of pzesenting the heroine s new dress as s reward for r vsioor--Ass Q