SARATOGA LAKE. WE present the readers of the Companion with a steel engraving, from the burin of Mr. A. Dick, of this city. It will be conceded, we think, that the work is worthy of the high reputation which Mr. Dick enjoys throughout the country. Saratoga Lake is a beautiful sheet of water, about three miles from the celebrated Saratoga Springs, the most fashionable summer-resort in the country. The scenery is very beautiful in the vicinity of the lake, which is about eight miles long and two in width, and the locality is one anxiously sought by all those who admire rural scenes. The Hudson River, which receives the outlet waters of the lake, is about eight miles distant, and adds to the pleasure of the traveller by the charms of its own beautiful scenes and the contrast of its lovely waters, so often justly lauded and admired. In the history of the country, also, this lake has become celebrated. It will be remembered as the place where General Burgoyne marshalled his forces at a very critical period in the war of the Revolution. Original. THE WORLD-AND ITS PILGRIM: BY GRENVILLE MELLEN. I. As I believed its changes and its doom I saw saw; To see him stationed at a God-like helm, Is with the crowned and kingly of the skies! Old memories came back, as I beheld Man in his new arrayment for the sphere That he should tread in triumph. There came back A vision of a majesty, nor time Nor other vision from my stricken soul Can take the impress. It was a new launch Into another tide, of a great bark Whose pennons kissed the clouds-and at whose prow A world's waves leap in honor, as it strikes Into the sea it thunders through in foam! Original. THE DELUDED. BY MRS. ANN S. STEPHENS. CHAPTER I. "Too much of fame Had shed its radiance on thy peasant name; MRS. HEMANS. a set of teeth, as even and white as if chiselled from mother of pearl. "A grimacy for thy boasting, brother of mine," he said, in a banting tone. "See; Black-heart bears himself firm and strong, while there lies thy boasted courser fairly worn to death. Beshrew me! but I think him better fitted for the battle-field than the road." Giving his own beast a triumphant pat on the neck, the youth dismounted, and throwing his bridle over a bough of the chestnut, proceeded to his unhorsed companion. But his jeering smile gave place to an expression of con It was in the summer of fourteen hundred and twenty-cern, when he saw the look of distress with which Dunois nine, during the wars which the Duke of Bedford carried strove to assist his exhausted steed to regain his footing. It was in vain that Dunois exerted himself to reaniinto France, that a horseman, weary and travel-worn, emerged from a gap in the hills which walled in a luxumate the fallen courser; that he patted his reeking riant valley on the borders of Loraine. The stranger haunches and drew his hand caressingly, and with words could not have numbered more than twenty-four years, of encouragement, down his soiled and panting neck. and though his doublet of coarse fustian, fulling hose, The poor animal made one fierce struggle-rose on his and pointed shoes, linked to the knee by a chain of base shoulders and threw out his fore hoofs with a desperate metal, proclaimed him as little above the common pea- muscular effort-every sinew was stretched, and the big sants of the province, there was a graceful ease in his veins worked like knotted serpents over his ample chest. bearing, and a lofty expression in his clear blue eyes, that He fell, and lay like a stricken warrior, panting in the belied the humble dress in which he journeyed. Other dust, his large, expressive eyes turned toward his master with a look of almost human appeal. Gathering strength indications of rank were also discernible; for though a saddle-cloth of coarse, dun-colored frieze nearly envelloped for a fresh exertion, he raised his head like a wounded his horse, it could not conceal the firm and graceful pro-lion, again buried his delicate hoofs deep in the gravel, It was in vain; the portions of the high-blooded animal, nor the haughty and made another mighty effort. tread with which he spurned the turf lining his path-sinews, which laced his body like whipcords, relaxed, and while occasionally, as his motion disturbed the ample he fell slowly forward, the blood oozing from his distended saddle-cloth, a glimpse of golden fringe and rich crimson nostrils, and the flesh quivering on each slender limb, housings was betrayed. like thick grass stirred by the wind-one throe, and the generous animal lay stark and dead on the highway. The traveller looked on the body of his prostrate steed for a moment, and then dashing his gloved hand over his eyes, turned sorrowfully away. "What! whining over a dead horse?" exclaimed the first-mentioned traveller, laying his hand kindly on the other's shoulder, "fie, man; think him an Englishman, and rejoice that the ravens will banquet so merrily.” "Nay, Charles, this is unkind. The poor beast was my father's last gift; my mother loved him and-" When the traveller reached the mouth of the gorge, he looked back as if for some loitering companion; then, checking his horse under an old chestnut which grew a little from the highway, he drew off his heavy buff gloves, and, doffing his cap, commenced fanning himself with the tuft of heron's plumes appended, while with his disengaged hand, which betrayed his gentle breeding by its whiteness, as well as by the large diamond which burned on one of the fingers, he carelessly ruffled up the heap of rich brown curls which fell in damp masses over his forehead. Directly, he was joined by another wayfarer, Before the sentence could be finished, the two were habited like himself, and, apparently, but little his supe- joined by a third personage, who drew up under the rior in years. In the features of the two, might be detec- chestnut, but remained a little apart, as one who belonged ted that indescribable similitude which often characteri-to the same company, but could not claim equal companzes members, however distant, of the same family; yet, ionship with the others. His countenance was bold and those of the latter, were chastened by a sedate and rosy, while there sat a twinkling expression in his quick thoughtful expression, that contrasted, perhaps, to his grey eyes, which bespoke him as one of those, who, by disadvantage, with the sparkling animation which was imitating the follies of others, contrive to turn them to the peculiar beauty of the other's. His eyes were black their own benefit. He was worse mounted, but more and lustrous, and his whole appearance was that of a gaily attired than those who preceded him. His doublet man who, young in years, had partaken largely of the and hose were of tarnished crimson velvet, slashed and vicissitudes of life. His horse, which fell little short of pointed with orange. His shoes were more decithe foremost in beauty or speed, had evidently been dedly pointed, like the inverted bill of a hawk, and injured; for he halted painfully with one of his fore-feet, the high, square cap of crimson cloth, was banded and and just as he reached the chestnut, stumbled, and fell to fringed with silver lace; and on each of the four corners, the ground. The prostrate horseman disentangled him- a small bell of similar metal, emitted a tinkling sound at self from his beast, and strove by every means in his each tread of his horse, proclaiming him as one of the power, to encourage the poor creature to arise, while the fools or jesters, who formed an appendage to most of the first comer sat enjoying his perplexity, with a good-na- noble families of France at that period. He looked tured smile just parting his healthy lips, and displaying | warily at the two travellers a moment, then throwing off all appearance of modesty, urged his horse up to them where they stood by the body of the dead steed, and taking off his cap and bells, held them out with mock gravity to the younger. "What means this fooling?" exclaimed the young man, laughing and pushing the cap from him. "Take it, take it," said the jester with unmoved gravity, "for truly, brother Charles, thou must be the greater fool to stand whining over a dead horse, and Bedford's 's men sounding their bugles in the hills." "Peace, sir fool!" exclaimed Dunois, suddenly rousing himself. "And, if thou canst, tell us how we are to reach the camp without horses, in a road infested with English soldiers." "In faith, my wits carry me not so far, yet I misdoubt if they have not picked up what thy wisdom has failed to warn thee of." "What is that, sirrah?" "Why, that a troop of Bedford's men are either in close pursuit, or have swept round the hill in order to intercept us at the village ahead." "By the mass, no!" exclaimed Dunois, stepping hastily forward to gain a distinct view of the village alluded to. The gorge in which the travellers halted, commanded a fine view of an emerald valley, hedged in by broken and irregular hills, with here and there a frowning old rock, cutting against the sky on either side, or shelving down in a picturesque precipice, to the quiet vale it seemed to guard. A clear stream swept down one side of the valley, and with a sudden curve, crossed the highway, a little from the gorge where it formed a tortuous outlet. At the farther extremity of the valley, appeared a village, half hidden by trees and bedded in vineyards; and about midway between that and the gorge, a small hostelry with rude stables and out-houses, stood directly on the highway. The whole valley was evidently the domain of some nobleman; for, on the face of one of the most picturesque of the hills, a chateau, now in ruins, reared its antique turrets, flanked by a natural battlement of rocks, and divided from the stream by an undulating descent, clothed with long, uncut grass, and blossoming shrubs. Nothing could have been more quiet than the strip of green verdure over which the travellers gazed. The village lay still and beautiful in the bosom of the valley, without the least appearance of life or bustle, which might betray the presence of an enemy; yet the very repose was suspicious. As the three stood concealed by the boughs of the chestnut, deliberating on the best means of reaching the French encampment, an exclamation from the jester, drew their attention to the little hostelry before mentioned. Hitherto, it had displayed no signs of life; but now, a female appeared, issuing from the stables, riding a young horse and leading another. The fiery young horse which she rode was without saddle or other accoutrements, save a halter of twisted deer-skin; yet she reined him with a careless grace which seemed almost superhuman, as she came swiftly forward, her knee resting lightly on his glossy shoulder, and her small foot in its buskin of coarse, untanned leather, pressed to his side, unsupported by strap or stirrup. || "She dashes bravely forward!" exclaimed he of the blue eyes. "Ay, by the mass, and is as beautiful as she is bold," he continued, as she neared the ford, so as to give him a perfect view of her person. She was, indeed, a creature of singular beauty; tall and Juno-like, but dressed even more rudely than the female peasants of the neighborhood. A skirt of coarse, blue stuff, scarcely reaching to the ankle, and a bodice of inferior scarlet cloth, laced over her full bust, so as to expose the spirited curve of her neck, and fitting tightly to her round, and well-proportioned waist, composed her entire raiment. Her arms were bare to the shoulder, and though brown from exposure, displayed a healthy roundness and beautiful proportions. Her lips though finely cut, were feminine, and deeply red, while the color in her cheeks was like rich wine glowing through a cup of Arabian onyx. Her black and shining hair was drawn away from her face in the form of an ancient helmet, and flowed down her back in long glossy waves, which caught the light like the plumage of a raven, exposing a forehead full of intellect and rare beauty, while an eye, bright and piercing as a wild eagle's, gave a character of commanding, nay, of almost terrible beauty to her face. The horses came forward at the top of their speed, and plunging into the stream without checking their force, sent a shower of spray over themselves and their graceful rider. Without seeming in the least annoyed by this unceremonious deluge, she urged them through the stream up the opposite bank, and then with a bold evolution, plunged down again, forcing her horses to prance and curvet in the water, and sending a shower of spray into the sunlight, till the air around seemed alive with shooting diamonds. After indulging in this strange exercise for awhile, she suffered the horses to drink, and rode slowly to a side of the gap, opposite to that on which our travellers were standing. Wheeling her horses around at the foot of one of the cliffs which formed the jaw of the gorge, she remained gazing toward the village, occasionally turning a keen look to the pass, as one stationed to give warning to a friend, or to detect the approach of an enemy. As she sat, with a huge peak cleft almost in twain, looming against the west, at her back-a heap of gorgeous clouds piled up behind, and pouring a flood of glory on the spot she occupied, till her long hair, as it stirred in the wind, seemed impregnated and woven with flickering gold-the boughs of a great oak waving to and fro in the crimson light, like triumphal banners drenched in the blood of a battle-field-her spirited horses pawing the turf, and she, unconsciously, curbing the one on which she sat, till his mouth almost touched his chest, while her eyes were fixed with absorbing earnestness on the village-as she sat thus, there came a sound of approaching hoofs, and a troop of English soldiers swept through the gorge. "What has chanced here?" exclaimed the leader of the party, reining his horse up by the stiffening form of the traveller's steed, and stirring the coarse saddle-cloth with his sword. "Holy saints! but this must belong to the party we are in search of. See, here are housings of velvet, and stirrups of beaten silver. Push forward! the carcass is scarcely cold; they cannot be far ahead," and no further opposition to his cousin's wishes. The young traveller whispered a few words to his jester, and then turned into the bridle-path before mentioned. Dunois followed on the slain soldier's horse, but moodily, and with a frown upon his brow. putting spurs to his horse, the speaker rode in a brisk || ness of the old chateau for receiving guests, but made trot toward the village, followed by his men. One soldier, a heavy featured, ruffianly fellow, lingered behind till his companions had crossed the ford; then, throwing himself heavily from his saddle, he slipped the bridle over his arm, and proceeded to dismantle the dead horse of his trappings. After tearing the weapons from the saddle-bow, he looked with a rapacious eye on the rich housings, now fully revealed. "By the holy Saint Gris!" he muttered, lifting one of the stirrups and striving to tear it from the strap, "it is a pity to rend such goodly furniture; if I had another beast, now, to bear the prize, this dead carcass were better worth stripping than a dozen beggarly Frenchmen," As he uttered the last words, a slight noise drew his attention to the strange female, where she sat like a young cagle watching the ravages of a hungry vulture, He dropped the stirrup, and springing to his saddle, urged his horse rudely forward. Before she could prepare herself for the outrage, his heavy beast rushed between her and the led horse; the halter was forced from her hand, and the brutal wretch galloped back to secure the coveted horse-furniture; but, before he had time to dismount, she touched her spirited horse, which bounded forward with the leap of a deer, till he came on a level with his stolen companion. His fearless rider bent forward, and without checking his speed, stripped the loose halter from the head of the disputed animal, and calling him by name, galloped down the hill as fearlessly as she had ascended it. The freed horse sprang forward at her call, and kept by her side, as if still subject to her guidance. With a brutal oath the soldier buried his rowels into his charger; it plunged forward, but was instantly thrown back upon its haunches by a strong arm, and a heavy blow sent his rider with a crash to the ground. "Bravely done!" exclaimed the younger of the travellers, advancing from behind a thicket, where they had concealed themselves with their horses, on the first approach of the soldiers. "Finish thy work, Dunois, then mount, and let us push for yonder chateau," The jester remained, standing under the chestnut until the travellers disappeared in the underbrush, which lined the face of the hill; then breaking into a low, chuckling laugh, he mounted his horse and rode toward the inn, muttering, "He will never stir hence till he learns more of this she-eagle, unless he prefers the rifling of his cousin's dove-cote yonder. Beshrew me, but here is dainty mischief brewing." The Jester had scarcely reached the ford, when two horsemen the one a stout serving-man, the other, a handsome little page, gaily dressed, but somewhat awkward in his movements, came swiftly down the hill, and were about to pass him. They had reached the brink of the stream, when the page checked his horse, and taking off his cap, let a shower of rich tresses fall over his shoulders, as he bent a fair forehead to the saddle-bow in mock salutation. 'Agnes Sorrell!" exclaimed the Jester, in a voice of angry surprise, "what means this masking? why art thou here, in this garb?" The disguised girl shook back the curls from her bright, young face, and her merry laugh rang up the stream like the melody of a bird. She glanced an arch look around, and then said in a voice still rich with laughter, "Question me not, most sapient uncle; I seek a higher than thou. Where is thy master?" The Jester hesitated in his reply; but she gaily interrupted him. "Nay, no frowning; I must know; for, to say truth, fair uncle, Charles left me in ill humor this morning. I had stolen his signet-ring, and refused to yield it up, out of pure mischief, though he entreated most earnestly. I repented of my silly obstinacy after his departure; so, borrowing a dress from my page, I rode forward to return the jewel, and to make my peace with its angry "Had we not better keep the road?" inquired the owner,-now, that I have talked myself breathless, other, with a strange confusion in his manner. “No, they would be on our track like blood-hounds; secure yon heavy brute, his master will never feel the loss; mount, and let us away! I saw a bridle-path a little back; it will doubtless lead us to the ruin." "It is a gloomy pile, and appears altogether dismantled," still urged Dunois. "And therefore the better calculated for concealment. We are yet several leagues from the camp, or I have lost all knowledge of the country. Now I bethink me; yon village is Domremie, and the ruin-holy saints, cousin! thou art chary in thy hospitality; this domain is thine by our uncle's gift." speed me on my errand that I may return to Chinon in time to laugh at the delightful scandal my absence will excite in that dullest of all dull places." "It is useless to contend with thy hair-brained folly," said the Jester, with ready falsehood, as she ceased speaking. "My master and the Count Dunois, took a cross road from Vancouleurs; they are at the camp by this hour." "Nay, then," exclaimed the gay creature, turning with an air of comic distress to her servant, 44 we may even return as we came, though in truth, I am sorely tired," The Jester seemed to reflect a moment, and then addressed her. "Proceed with me to the hostelry yonder. I will bespeak thee a night's lodging, for the English troops are abroad, and thy way back will be full of danger.” "Cease thy croaking, and let us forward to the inn; my poor nag is ready to drop with fatigue; Jean, there, is nearly famished, and I can scarcely keep my seat from while the other was lighted by a lofty arched window, excessive weariness." set in heavy stone work, and crowded with small diaSaying this with a cheerfulness which belied her pro-mond shaped glass. Trophies of the chase, with curious fessions of extreme fatigue, the seeming page put spurs to her jaded horse, and led the way to the hostelry. Before dismounting, she ordered her attendant to saddle the horse by the first dawn of day, as she intended to break her fast far on the road to Chinon, whither she had resolved to return without prosecuting her wild adventure farther. The two cousins rode forward unmolested, and in silence, followed the path which led to a back entrance of the ancient chateau. Docks and thistles were rife, in what had once been a spacious garden; here and there, a solitary flower struggled up through the rank weeds,|| while grape-vines, neglected, and burthened with fruit, trailed over a broken gravel terrace, and nearly choked up the gateway. weapons, garnished the walls, catching the dim light and flinging their fantastic shadows over the chequered marble, with gloomy and picturesque effect. Dunois crossed this hall, and was about to usher his cousin into a half furnished banqueting room, but he carelessly touched a neighboring door, and entered the apartment thus exposed. It was twilight, and the volumes of rich velvet, falling over the only window of the room, rendered every thing indistinct within. But there were flashes of gilding, with the shadow of gorgeous hangings, while here and there a silver sconce, with its mirror of steel plate, gleamed out from the ceiling like fragments of winter moonlight. A marble slab in one corner was more clearly revealed, by the light of a burning censor, with a pedestal of silver and a bowl of snowy agate, through "I will go forward and prepare for your reception," which the perfumed fire glowed like blood in the cheek said Dunois, dismounting. of a northern beauty, emitting a delicious odor through the apartment as if the flame had been fed from the hearts of a thousand crushed roses. "Nay," replied his companion, "methinks it would prove but a thriftless errand, if this pile be, as it seems, untenanted. Let us even go forward, and leave Black-heart to crop these vines; see, how daintily he treads among the purple clusters, while yon heavy English brute tramps them down as his master would have|| crushed yon glorious maiden, but for thy gallant aid. In faith, cousin, that was a lusty blow; the beef-eating churl -his skull was clearly driven in by thy battle-axe." As the young man uttered these broken remarks, they were picking their way through the rank herbage to the grounds which lay directly under the windows of the chateau. There all traces of neglect disappeared, and a small cultivated garden, well stocked with healing plants and choice flowers, lay nestled between a wing of the building and the wilderness of weeds luxuriated beyond, Roses of every tint clambered up to the low, narrow windows, and trees, full of ripening fruit, threw their graceful foliage over the rough walls. The wing itself bore traces of recent repairs; the rubbish which surrounded other parts of the building was here carefully removed, and in the centre of the garden a fountain, which had been choked up, poured its waters with a cheerful gush through the jaws of a huge stone bear, into a basin of unfinished mason work. A lute, with a lady's scarf, lay on the grass which surrounded the fountain, and a bouquet of fresh flowers blushed at the feet of the crouching monster. Dunois led the way, trampling the blossoming shrubs under his feet, and pushing back the branches which hung over his path with reckless violence, till he reached a small postern door; here he turned, and made another effort to leave his companion. “The day has been warm," he said, pointing to the fountain, "rest awhile, I will return forthwith." The other burst into a broad laugh. "Nay, nay," he said, "I have a fancy for exploring, so let us proceed." The blood again rushed up to Dunois forehead, with an impatient gesture he pushed open the door, and led the way into a low, stone hall. A huge fire-place, chisclled over with armorial bearings, yawned at one extremity; An angry flush shot athwart the brow of the younger traveller, as this unusual splendor burst upon him. "Thou art dainty in thy house garniture, Count Dunois," he said, turning to his companion with a sarcastic smile. "Mary of Anjou, queen though she be, is fain to content herself with bare walls and leathern chairs." Dunois would have answered, but at the first sound of his voice there was a faint exclamation of joy, a rustling of drapery, and then a young female rushed forward and threw herself upon his bosom. "My lord, my own dear lord," she said, raising her face to his with the eager fondness of a trusting woman. "Oh, I have been so impatient-so weary with watching!" Dunois pressed his lips to her forehead, and interrupted her affectionate greeting by a few whispered words. She started from his arms, and a faint blush, like the reflection of a rose wreath on the marble brow of Venus, stole over her face. She cast a timid glance at the stranger, and, with a graceful inclination of her slight person, stood shrinking beneath his gaze of mingled surprise and admiration. "We crave pardon, fair lady," he said, after a moment of mutual embarrassment. Had we been informed that a lady graced this ruin, our entrance should have boasted somewhat more of courtesy." The lady returned this gallant address with a few low words, and a gentle smile; then observing the travelworn appearance of her guests, she left them to order refreshments. "Well, most sage and monkish cousin, solve me this female riddle; thy prodigality is forgiven, for, in faith, the cage is but fitly gilded for so sweet a bird," said the gay young man, glancing good humoredly round the sumptuous apartment, as the fair occupant left it. "The story is a long one," replied Dunois, with emotion, "I would fain have kept it secret even from you, my best friend and most indulgent—" "Nay, nay-no more of that; forget that fate has |