now he saw her coming to his rescue when lying helpless on the ground, and again he saw her bending over him in the ambulance, and entreating the surgeon to have special care of him.

When Dumouriez was at length defeated by the Austrians, being suspected of treachery by the French government, he turned his back on his ungrateful country. Our two heroines also left the army, and all trace of them was lost,—so that when Vanderwalen, on his recovery, made inquiries about his preserver, he could get no intelligence respecting her or her relatives. The young officer resolved to travel in Germany in the hope of finding his deliverer. After searching in vain throughout the principal towns of Germany, he at length discovered the object of his search in Denmark. His gratitude soon changed into love for the young girl, who had resumed the dress, the graces, and the modesty of her sex. He married her, and brought her into his own Théophile, her sister and companion in war, followed Félicité to Brussels. She died there, still young, without having been married. These two heroic sisters, inseparable in life, as on the field of battle, repose under the same cypress, near the old home of the young Belgian officer.

country.

ON VIRTUE.

KNOW thou this truth, enough for man to know,
"Virtue alone is happiness below."

The only point where human bliss stands still,
And tastes the good without the fall to ill
Where only merit constant pay receives,
Is blest in what it takes and what it gives;
The joy unequall'd if its end it gain,
And if it lose attended with no pain :
Without satiety,' though e'er so bless'd,
And but more relish'd2 as the more distress'd;

The broadest mirth unfeeling folly wears,
Less pleasing far than virtue's very tears :
Good, from each object, from each place acquired,
For ever exercised yet never tired ;
Never elated while one man's oppress'd;
Never dejected while another's blest :

And where no wants, no wishes can remain,
Since but to wish more virtue is to gain.

See the sole bliss Heav'n could on all bestow !

Which who but feels can taste, but thinks can know ;
Yet poor with fortune, and with learning blind,
The bad must miss; the good, untaught, will find :
Slave to no sect, who takes no private road,
But looks through Nature, up to Nature's God;
Pursues that chain which links th' immense design,
Joins heaven and earth, and mortal to divine ;
Sees, that no being3 any bliss can know,
But touches some above, and some below ;
Learns, from this union of the rising whole,
The first, last purpose of the human soul;
And knows where Faith, Law, Morals, all began,
All end-in Love of God, and Love of Man.

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God loves from whole to parts; but human soul
Must rise from individual to the whole.

Self-love but serves the virtuous mind to wake,
As the small pebble stirs the peaceful lake ;
The centre moved, a circle straight succeeds,
Another still, and still another spreads;
Friend, parent, neighbour, first it will embrace,
His country next, and next all human race;
Wide and more wide, th' o'erflowings of the mind
Take ev'ry creature in of ev'ry kind ;

Earth smiles around, with boundless bounty blest,
And Heav'n beholds its image in his breast.

Without satiety (sa-ti-e-ty).-Virtue never cloys, or makes a person feel he has had more than enough.

2 More relished, etc.- The exercise of virtue gives more than its usual satisfaction, when it labours under unusual difficulties.

"No being, etc.- No one can be

happy without making others around him happy too.

Self-love, etc.-Regard to one's own feelings in a virtuous person leads him to reflect on what is pleasing to others; and so enables him to carry out the golden rule: "To do to others as I would that they should do to me.'

INDIAN MODE OF TORTURE.

[JAMES FENIMORE COOPER, born in New Jersey 1789; died 1851. In his novels he portrays the life and character of the Red Indians and the white settlers in the backwoods of America. Deerslayer in the following narrative is a white settler, who has been captured by a hostile tribe of Indians called the Iroquois or Hurons.]

RIVENOAK (the chief of the tribe) now directed the proper persons to bind the captive. Deerslayer offered no resistance. He submitted his arms and his legs, freely if not cheerfully, to the ligaments of bark. As soon as the body of Deerslayer was withed in bark sufficiently to create a lively sense of helplessness, he was literally carried to a young tree and bound against it, in a way which effectually prevented him from moving, as well as from falling.

All were now impatient for the fiendish torture of their captive. It was one of the common expedients of the savages, in their tortures, to put the nerves of their victims to the severest proofs. On the other hand, it was a matter of Indian pride to betray no yielding to terror or pain; but for the prisoner to provoke his enemies to such acts of violence as would soonest produce death. Many a warrior had been known to bring his own sufferings to a more speedy termination by taunting reproaches and reviling language, when he found that his physical system was giving way under - his agony of sufferings. This happy expedient of taking refuge from the ferocity of his foes in their passions was denied Deerslayer, however, by his peculiar notions of the duty of a white man; and he had stoutly made up his mind to endure everything in preference to disgracing his colour.1

No sooner did the young men understand that they were at liberty to commence, than some of the boldest and most forward among them sprang into the arena, tomahawk2 in hand. Here they prepared to throw that dangerous weapon, the object being to strike the tree as near as possible to the victim's head without absolutely hitting him. This was so

hazardous an experiment, that none but those who were known to be exceedingly expert with the weapon were allowed to enter the lists at all, lest an early death might interfere with the expected entertainment.

The first youth who presented himself for the trial was called the Raven, having as yet had no opportunity of obtaining a more warlike sobriquet.3 After a suitable number of flourishes and gesticulations, that promised much more than he could perform, the Raven let the tomahawk quit his hand. The weapon whirled through the air with the usual evolutions, cut a chip off the sapling to which the prisoner was bound, within a few inches from his cheek, and stuck in a large oak that grew several yards behind him. This was decidedly a bad effort, and a common sneer proclaimed as much, to the great mortification of the young man. On the other hand, there was a general but suppressed murmur of admiration at the steadiness with which the captive stood the trial. The head was the only part he could move, and this had been purposely left free, that the tormentors might have the amusement, and the tormented endure the shame, of dodging to avoid the blows. Deerslayer disappointed their hopes by a command of nerve that rendered his whole body as immovable as the tree to which it was bound. Nor did he even adopt the natural and usual expedient of shutting his eyes; the firmest and oldest warrior of the red-men never having more disdainfully denied himself this advantage, under similar circumstances.

The Raven had no sooner made his unsuccessful and puerile effort, than he was succeeded by the Moose, a middle-aged warrior, who was particularly skilful in the use of the tomahawk, and from whose attempt the spectators confidently looked for gratification. He took his stand quietly, but with an air of confidence, poised his little axe but a single instant, advanced a foot with a quick motion, and threw. Deerslayer saw the keen instrument whirling towards him, and believed all was over; still he was not

touched. The tomahawk had actually bound the head of the captive to the tree, by carrying before it some of his hair; having buried itself deep beneath the soft bark. A general yell expressed the delight of the spectators, and the Moose felt his heart soften a little towards the prisoner, whose steadiness of nerve alone enabled him to give this evidence of his consummate skill.

Moose was succeeded by several young warriors, some of whom hurled the tomahawk, whilst others cast the knife-a far more dangerous experiment-with reckless indifference;1 yet they always manifested a skill that prevented any injury beyond a graze to the captive. The unflinching firmness with which he faced his assailants excited a profound respect in the spectators, but this only provoked them to put the white man's nerves to further proof.

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Fragments of dried wood were rapidly collected around the tree, and the splinters which it was intended to thrust into the flesh of the victim previously to lighting were also gathered. All this, so eagerly did every one act, was done in profound silence, while Deerslayer stood watching the proceedings as seemingly unmoved as one of the pines of the hills.

The fire was immediately applied to the pile, not with the intention of absolutely destroying the life of their victim by this means (for they fully intended to carry his scalp with them into their village), but in the hope of breaking down his resolution and reducing him to the level of a complaining sufferer. With this view the pile of brush and branches had been placed at a little distance from the tree; but this distance had been miscalculated, and the flames began to wave their forked tongues in a proximity to the face of the victim that would have proved fatal in another instant had not an Indian female pushed through the circle, advanced to the heap, and with her foot dashed aside the lighted twigs.

At the same instant a young Indian came bounding