The American, having got within hailing distance, the captain demanded, through a speaking trumpet, if the sloop would pilot him outside of the breakers. Ben, placing his hand to his mouth by way of a trumpet, returned a surly refusal, which seemed not to have reached the merchantman, as the latter still advanced.

"She will be along side of us pretty soon," said Brinkley. "We must knock the prisoners on the head and throw them overboard, or they may give the alarm." So saying, he seized a hand spike and approached his intended victims.

"Idiot!" shouted Ben, "would you murder within full view of the people in the ship? Before you could get it done, she will be right on our quarter."

Brinkley paused, and at a glance perceived the rationality of Ben's observation; he, however, snatched up the child, and pressing a knife to his throat, told Mr. Markley that should he make the least attempt to attract the notice of the ship's crew, the boy's throat should be cut that instant.

"Save me, father! he will murder me!" shrieked the child, extending his arms to Mr. Markley, who in that agonizing moment had no other resource but to endeavor to quiet the boy's apprehensions, for he dreaded that his cries, which might soon be heard on board of the merchantman, would cause Brinkley to execute his threat.

The American was a vessel of prodigious speed. She came on, as the saying is, "with a rush," and had got within fifty yards of the smuggler, when a loud shriek was heard and a female was seen at the bow of the ship with her arms stretched over the railing, as if they sought to reach some object over the

water.

"We are betrayed!" cried Ben. "It is Markley's daughter! -up mainsail and scud."

The mainsail was soon boomed out to catch the full force of the wind, but in performing this manoeuvre, (the man at the helm leaving his post to assist,) the sloop swung slightly around and

presented her broadside to the American. Before the smuggler could regain his position, the ship was almost over him; but Hodges seizing the tiller, just saved his boat from being run down, which would otherwise have been inevitable. But, as the American swept by, she came in full contact with the projecting boom of the smuggler, and spun the sloop around like a top. Before the villains could recover from their surprise, twenty muskets were seen pointing over the taffrail of the ship, and the stern command of "surrender" convinced the guilty wretches that they had been outgeneralled. Rawlings, and the little armed force collected by him, were indeed in the ship, and Catharine also, whose anxiety would not permit her to be absent.

The reader must imagine much of what followed: the pathetic meeting of father and daughter, brother and sister, the congratulations of Markley's friends, and the gratitude of Catharine to the men who had been instrumental in the wonderful preservation of her relatives. Many warm thanks were offered to the American captain, and subsequently, a large sum of money for the part he had taken in the capture of the smuggler's boat; but this proffered compensation he steadfastly and somewhat indignantly refused. Rawlings, however, soon after accepted a reward promptly and unscrupulously-that reward was the hand of Catharine. The smugglers all suffered the extreme penalty of the law, except Ben Hodges, whose evident anxiety to save the life of his prisoners, procured him a pardon. He joyfully returned to honest labor, declaring that he had followed the perilous and laborious business of smuggling for several years, and found himself poorer and immeasurably less happy than he was before he began it. From that time, the "free trade" languished in Mr. Markley's neighborhood, and the people of the district soon improved in the acuteness of their moral perceptions so as to estimate their good magistrate as he deserved.

A PSALM OF THE SAINTS.

HOW THE PREACHER BESOUGHT THE NEOPHYTE.

BY THOMAS G. SPEAR.

LIFT thy thoughts to things immortal,
Heir of realms beyond the skies!
Rise, and pass the beaming portal,
Leading into Paradise.

With the glad and sainted legion,
Marching with their banners high,
Share that far and radiant region,
Where the dwellers never die.

God is near thee, and will heed thee
In thy day of doubt and wo;-
Trust and strive, and he will lead thee
Where the pure in heart would go.

Strive for that eternal dwelling
Set apart for bliss sublime-
Trust, and all its peace excelling,
Shall illume the path of time.

Beautiful are Virtue's trials,

On its high alluring way;
And its struggles and denials
Bring a long and blessed day.

Pain may pierce and wound thy spirit,
But there is a healing Hand,
That will make each wrong a merit,
In the soul's appointed land.

Guard thy heart and keep it holy
As a consecrated shrine,
And be all thy longings solely

For the things that are divine.

Falter not, or faltering rally,
With a higher, stronger zeal,
Till thy soul shall cease to dally
With its glory and its weal.

Forward in the sacred quarrel

Of the soldiers of the crossSound the lyre and wear the laurel That shall never turn to dross.

Keep thy spirit valiant, soaring,

Faith thy shield, and Truth thy blade,

For celestial strength imploring,

Till the might of sin is stay'd.

Then, when all thy strifes are over,
And thy body sinks to rest,
Shall thy soul with angels hover,

And be number'd with the blest.

DONNA ANNA: A TALE OF ART.*

BY MRS. E. F. ELLETT.

The world of poetry-'tis but a mirror,
Wherein doth glass itself our human fate."

CHAPTER 1.

Ir was a lovely morning in the spring of 1814, the first blooming season for many a year that had opened upon a land restored. to freedom and happiness. The tide of war, ruled by the mighty genius that shook the world, had swept over Germany; and the first gleam of sunshine in her horizon came with the returning season of smiles, as a pledge of permanent peace.

A traveling carriage was passing through a broken and picturesque country, a part of the dominions of Leopold, Prince of - Three persons were seated within: of these one was a man about forty-five, of dark complexion, whom we shall call Antonio; he was an Italian musician, and chapelmaster in the service of Prince Leopold. Another was a violinist-Rusplin by

I regret that I cannot present the reader with a translation of Rellstab's novelle of "Donna Anna." But it would fill nearly a volume-and is encumbered with matter that could not have proved interesting-except, perhaps, to the student versed in deep musical criticism. All I can offer, therefore, is a rifaccimento of the principal incidents.

E. F. E.