witching effect, though they could not define its origin servant, mentioned by Addison, who drew the bow a string of her master's violin, and then complained tha not, for her life, find where the tune was secreted.

Souls of this fine mould keep the fountain of love within its caverns; and to one only is access ever gra Osborne's affection had been tranquil on the surface, as deep as it was pure. It was a pool which had grant ing influence to one, but could never repeat the mira an angel should trouble its waters.

Assuredly, he that could mix death in the cup of he offered to one so young, so fair, and so true, was gu priest who administered poison in the holy eucharist.

Lucretia, now an innate of the family, read to her her across the chamber, and watched her brief, gentle with an intense interest, painfully tinged with self repr was the cause of this premature decay, innocent in still the cause. Under such circumstances, the cor morbid in its sensibility, unreasonable in its acuteness smiles and forgiveness of those we have injured, tear it like burning pincers.

Yet there was one, who suffered even more than though he was never conscious of giving one momen the object of his earliest affection. During the winter. sure moment which Doctor Willard's numerous avocatio him, was spent in Miss Osborne's sick chamber; and e every look of his, went to her heart with a thrilling e that seemed to say, "Would I could die for thee. to God I could die for thee."

• Thus pillowed on the arm of friendship, and watche the eye of love, Grace languidly awaited the returnin and when May did arrive, wasted as she was, she seeme its pure breath and sunny smile. Alas, that the mon dances around the flowery earth, with such mirthful beaming glance, should call so many victims of consu their last home.

Towards the close of this delightful season, the int stered in her chair, and surrounded by her affectiona was seated at the window, watching the declining sun. T deep silence for a long while; as if her friends feared that might scare the flitting soul from its earthly habitation. and Lucretia sat on either side, pressing her hands in tenderness; Doctor Willard leaned over her chair, and 1 to the unclouded sky, as if he reproached it for mocking brightness; and her father watched the hectic flush u cheek, with the firmness of Abraham, when he offered his only son upon the altar. Oh, how would the heart of that aged sufferer have rejoiced within him, could he too have exchanged the victim!

She had asked Lucretia to place Somerville's rose on the window beside her. One solitary blossom was on it; and she reached forth her weak hand to pluck it; but its leaves scattered beneath her trembling touch. She looked up to Lucretia, with an expression which her friend could never forget, and one cold tear slowly glided down her pallid cheek. Gently as a mother kisses her sleeping babe, Doctor Willard brushed it away; and turning hastily, to conceal his quivering lip, he clasped Henry's hand with convulsive energy, as he whispered, "Oh, God of mercies, how willingly would I have wiped all tears from her eyes."

There is something peculiarly impressive in manly grief. The eye of woman overflows as readily as her heart; but when waters gush from the rock, we feel that they are extorted by no gentle blow.

The invalid looked at him with affectionate regret, as if she thought it a crime not to love such endearing kindness; and every one present made a powerful effort to suppress painful, suffocating emotion.

• Lucretia had a bunch of purple violets fastened in her girdle, and with a forced smile she placed them in the hands of her dying friend.

She looked at them a moment with a sort of abstracted attention, and an expression strangely unearthly, as she said, "I have thought that wild flowers might be the alphabet of angels, whereby they write on hills and fields mysterious truths, which it is not given our fallen nature to understand. What think you, dear father?"

"I think, my beloved child, that the truths we do comprehend, are enough to support us through all our trials."

The confidence of the Christian was strong within him, when he spoke; but he looked on his dying daughter, the only image of a wife dearly beloved, and nature prevailed. He covered his eyes and shook his white hairs mournfully, as he added, "God in his mercy grant that we may find them sufficient in this dreadful struggle."

All was again still, still, in that chamber of death. The birds sung as sweetly as if there was no such thing as discord in the habitations of man; and the blue sky was as bright as if earth were a stranger to ruin, and the human soul knew not of desolation. Twilight advanced, unmindful that weeping eyes watched her majestic and varied beauty. The silvery clouds that composed her train, were fast sinking into a gorgeous column purple. It seemed as if celestial spirits were hovering mighty pavilion of light, and pressing the verge of with their glittering sandals.

Amid the rich, variegated heaps of vapor, was clear, bright cerulean. The deeply colored and he which surrounded it, gave it the effect of distance seemed like a portion of the inner heaven. Grace fixed gaze upon it, as the weary traveller does upon an O desert. That awful lustre which the soul beams forth ing, was in her eye, as she said, "I could almost fanc happy faces looking down to welcome me."

"It is very beautiful," said Lucretia, in a subdued is such a sky as you used to love to look upon, dear G "It is such a one as we loved," she answered. a time when it would have made me very happy thoughts are now beyond it."

Her voice grew faint, and there was a quick gasp rush of memory was too powerful for her weak frame.

• Doctor Willard hastily prepared a cordial, and offere lips. Those lips were white and motionless; her long lashes drooped, but trembled not. He placed his har side; the heart that had loved so well, and endured so throbbed its last.'

We close this article in the hope of soon hearing a the same quarter. We shall be happy if our remark induce the author to select, for her future attempts, such as will give full scope to the talents, which she ind possesses, and to bestow a little more care on the con of her story, and especially on the unraveling of her pl at any rate, we trust, that she will not be discouraged suing her literary labors, as we believe, that when the f ings of disappointment shall have passed away, the prese notwithstanding its many defects, will hold a high ran estimation of all admirers of descriptive and pathetic elc

f ART. VIII.-Sketches of Algiers, Political, Historical, and Civil; containing an Account of the Geography, Population, Government, Revenues, Commerce, Agriculture, Arts, Manufactures, Tribes, Manners, Languages, and recent Political Events of that Country. By WILLIAM SHALER, American Consul General at Algiers. Boston. Cummings, Hilliard, and Co. 1826. 8vo. pp. 308.

DURING the last three centuries, the Algerine government has exercised no small degree of influence in the affairs of Europe; and yet few countries on the globe, visited by civilized men, have been less known, than that region on the south shore of the Mediterranean, denominated the Kingdom of Algiers. A hundred years ago, Dr Shaw resided twelve years in the city of Algiers, as Chaplain to the English factory there, and his learned book of travels affords almost the only source of information, which has since been resorted to. As a work illustrating the classical history and antiquities of the country, this is undoubtedly most accurate and judicious; but it throws very little light on the origin, progress, and character of the Algerine government, its maxims, policy, and aims, its sustaining force and effects; nor on the manners and habitudes of the people, their social and moral condition, their agriculture and commerce, institutions, intelligence, and pursuits. Dr Shaw was a scholar and antiquarian, but not a practised observer of human affairs, nor a politician. This may be said, without detracting from his great merits in the departments of learning, and branches of inquiry, in which he is universally acknowledged to have excelled.

But since the time of Dr Shaw, many changes have occurred in Algiers, of which history has taken but an imperfect record, and which have operated with a decided influence on the people and the forms of government. Nor, indeed, is it too much to say, that there has been as little known to the world at large, down to the present day, about the internal state of Algiers, as of its condition when the chief power was usurped by the elder Barbarossa, or when the romantic enterprise of Charles the Fifth, in attacking the city, met with so signal and ruinous a defeat. In the midst of this poverty of knowledge respecting a nation, which, however unjustly, with whatever violation of the sacred laws of humanity, has been allowed to play a conspicuous part for centuries in European politics, it is gratifying, that a gentleman of Mr Shaler's qualifications and of should have given his thoughts to the subject, and the world the results of his observations and long e He has resided ten years in Algiers, as Consul Ge the United States, and in that capacity been engaged tant negotiations with the government, and enjoyed eve advantage for acquiring information. His work was the spot. He has studied the policy of the civilize ments, in their intercourse with the Barbary powers, an familiar with the springs, which have moved the Christ to their extraordinary and persevering alliances with th of pirates, and professional plunderers of the human Shaler has drawn aside the veil, which concealed these disgraceful proceedings, and shown, that the piratical sta selves have always existed, as a mere mockery of pro legally organized governments, the deep reproach of a age; and he has, moreover, shown, that the Europea in courting and sustaining treaties of alliance with th been actuated, could be actuated, by no other than t motives of selfishness, jealousy of rival influence, and m

aims.

There never was a time, when any one of the great powers of Europe could not have routed these bands c from their strong holds, driven them into the deserts, or them, as enemies of the human kind, from the face of th Yet they have been suffered to exist, to assume rights, the dignity and privilege of civilized governments, to ma ties and break them at will, to prey upon the comm every nation, to enslave their prisoners, exact tribute, le bitant contributions, impose degrading terms of submiss in short, to commit every act of infamy and injustice, their cupidity and daring spirit of evil prompted the these things have been quietly endured, nay, winked at, aged, promoted, by the nations themselves who were the of these shameless insults, and whose duty it was for th honor, and the honor of human nature, to punish such fractions of right, and crush the audacious power tha commit them.

The existence of the piratical states of Barbary, as ments tolerated by civilized nations, is an anomaly in the of the world. They have never, till very recently, ma pretensions to an observance of the laws of nations.