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One-third of a couple, and to expel intruders. 2. Valuable productions of China. 3. The song of insects, a consonant, and that which makes deep deeper. 4. A diphthong, a consonant, and one-fourth of not difficult. 5. One-third of what ladies enjoy, prefixed to what landlords look for. 6. A preposition, and the first person of the verb to be. 7. Three-fifths of a foolish fellow. 8. A mountain in France, and a deep place. 9. One-fifth of a country in the East, one-third of an industrious insect, one-fourth of atom. 10. Three-sevenths of a military officer, one-third of a favourite fruit. 11. Three-sixths of to interfere, and a foot-path. 12. One-eighth of an English coin, and a part of a house. 13. The emblem of conjugal affection. 14. One-third of a Spanish title, two-thirds of an ingenious architect. 15. One-fourth of a near relation, one-sixth of a valuable metal, and a preposition." K. To separate, and one-half of a negative. 17. A lonely retreat. 18. The abode of the innocent. 19. One-seventh of what are taken with wine, and a part of the verb to be. 20. One-third of to gain, and a personal pronoun. A. HAYWARD. EDITED BY HERR HARRWITZ. PROBLEM No. I.-by A. G. M'CоxвE, Esq.-White to move, and mate in five moves. MARCUS WARLAND; OR, THE LONG MOSS-SPRING. (Continued from page 38.) "OH, father!" exclaimed Marcus. It was all he could utter; but he took his hand and pressed it in both his own, and they thus sat mutely together, looking down into the dark heart of the fountain whence the silver rills were gushing. These waters were an emblem of regeneration. Marcus, with the vivacious spirit of youth, bounded from despair to hope, and the whole aspect of nature was changed. The thought of his lovely benefactress came like a rainbow of promise, spanning the spray of the fountain, and reminding him of the covenant he had made with his own soul, when she bade him farewell. It inspired him to make a new covenant, that he would fulfil the glorious mission Heaven had committed into his hands, of reclaiming his father; and if it required the filial devotion of his whole life, he would not think it too dear a price to pay for such a blessing. He had previously been incited by the desire of lifting himself from obscurity and poverty, of providing for his little sister the means of education; but now a higher, holier motive was added to these. He had been looking forward to the struggle of life as one who was to go on unaided and alone, stemming a counter-current, that threatened to sweep away in its stronger tide the frail bark of his hopes. Now, he must turn that strong, dark current in a different direction; he must make it flow along with the pure, rippling stream on which he himself was borne; he must purify and gild it, by mingling the once opposing waves. He upbraided himself for ever looking on his father with loathing and scorn, when under the influence of his fatal passion; for the aties he had often assumed, when en es and supplications had been in vain. He would henceforth regard him in sorrow, rather than indignation, and by treating him with constant deference and tenderness, restore him to his own selfrespect. Conforming to these noble re solutions, he induced him to accompany him in all his hunting and fishing expeditions, never leaving him for his own VOL. VII.-NO. LXXV. amusement, but convincing him that his fellowship was indispensable for his enjoyment. As the resisting tree, shaken by the whirlwind, but not uprooted, only clings more firmly to its native soil, Aunt Milly was more deeply implanted in the affections and interests of the household since the night of her threatened removal. It cannot be said that Aunt Milly forgot the ingratitude of her master to her fidelity, or his perjury to her departed mistress; but her overmastering love for the children enabled her to forgive the wrongs inflicted by the father; and she knew, too, that her duty as a Christian required her to return good for evil. While injuries remain cut in, deep as life, on the heart of the red child of the wilderness, they are traced on the surface of the African's, and may be effaced by the breath of kindness. "Do not be angry with my poor father, Aunt Milly," said Marcus, with his sweet, persuading voice; "he was tempted by that evil man. He was no more himself at the time than if he were crazy. I was crazy myself for a few moments, and knew not what I was doing." "Oh! young master, if it hadn't been for age of gracious marcy-if I live to the Methusah, I never shall forget it; you warnt a boy then, you was a sperrit; you were supernateral. It was a maracle, and nothing else; Simon says so; and he says the man couldn't hurt you, nohow he could fix it, any more than Daniel could the fiery children." 66 Daniel was a prophet, and a good man, Aunt Milly. He was the one that was cast in the lion's den, and whom the Lord defended from their fury." "That's just what I meant, exactly, I does mistake sometimes, but I means right; I does mean to put burning coals on ole master's head, for the Preacher says it's our duty to do it." "What do you understand by that, Aunt Milly? You don't believe, I hope, that you ought to take live coals from the chimney, and pour them on your master's head." side, to turn right round and let 'em strike t'other; that's what it means. And I knows, if I've injured anybody, and they does so to me, I feels as bad as if burning coals was sticking to the top of my head." One evening, they were sitting under a little stoup in front of the cabin, at that twilight hour when the labours of the day are over, but the exercises of the evening not yet commenced, that hour of sweet tranquillity and rest. The river rolled before them, reflecting in its sparkling waters the gorgeous tints of departing day; the crimson shading off into a deepening orange, the orange melting into flakes of glittering silver. Lazily the old ferry-boat lay against the bank, the long poles thrown across the wet planks, and a red handkerchief of Milly's fastened to the lantern-post, fluttering like a banner in the breeze. It was a device of Marcus, who had been giving a pleasure-trip to Milly and Katy, and who had converted the red turban of the former into a flag of triumph. Marcus looked at his father, and exulted to see that the vacant and haggard aspect of inebriation had given place to a calm and intelligent expression. His complexion was clear of that purple hue with which the god of the grape marks the face of his votaries. He was dressed with neatness and respectability, for Milly always took great care of her master's person; and one of her greatest sorrows, during his fits of intoxication, was the personal neglect they induced. The soiled linen, the unshaven beard, and matted locks were sore afflictions to her pride, for she said, "If a man was born a gentleman, and likely-looking besides, it was a crying sin to make himself into a live brute." A gentleman was seen winding through the path that skirted the river's edge. He was mounted on horseback, and rode leisurely along, looking earnestly on the family trio. "It is Mr. Bellamy!" exclaimed Marcus, leaping from the steps to the ground. Katy flew after him, and Warland, walking with slow steps, went forward to greet the friend who thus proved himself true to his promise. Had he been true? This selfinterrogation brought a blush of shame to his cheek, as he felt the cordial grasp of Mr. Bellamy's hand, but he did not shrink from his kindly - beaming glance, for he resolved to tell him of his shameful lapse, even at the risk of forfeiting all his good will. Mr. Bellamy seemed gratified at his reception and at the appearance of family comfort that met his eye. He pressed the hand of Marcus with parental kindness, and taking the smiling, blushing Katy in his arms, bore her in triumph to the cabin. Milly came to the door of the kitchen, dropping low and emphatic curtsies, and Uncle Simon hobbled out to take care of his horse. "Well, my friend," said he, sitting down on the wooden bench in the stoup, "the world seems to have gone better with you since I saw you last. I am glad my little friends here have not forgotten me, for I have often thought of them." "Forgotten!" repeated Marcus; "how could we forget friends so kind as you and Mrs. Bellamy?" 66 Why didn't she come too?" whispered Katy. "She could not leave home just now; but you shall see her one of these days. She put some presents in my valise for you and Marcus, which I will show you presently." Katy was burning with impatience to know what the rich and beautiful lady had sent her; but Marcus, grateful to be remembered in any way, scarcely cared to know in what manner. A withered leaf sent to him by her hand would be cherished as a sacred relic; still, when Mr. Bellamy opened his valise and displayed the elegant books his wife had deposited there for Marcus, and the nice frocks for Katy, he felt a glow of gratitude and delight words would have vainly endeavoured to express. A dress for Aunt Milly and a gorgeous handkerchief for her head were hailed with equal enthusiasm. After supper, at which Milly flourished with more than her usual aristocracy, for she had a splendid dish of fish to set before him, beside fried eggs and bacon, when the pipes were lighted, and the blue smoke began to give an Indian summer atmosphere to the cabin, Mr. Bellamy reverted to the conversation he had had six months before, and asked Warland if he remembered it. Marcus, believing that his father would prefer the absence of the children, took Katy's hand, who still hugged her |