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saved his life; but your blessing is a curselay it not on our heads."

“Oh, no! Bartolemé,” cried his wife. “ Cast away your cruel thonghts. How can you touch this man while your own child is in his arms ? Lay no violence upon him while the child is enjoying a life which he saved. When one is dead, let your oath give his preserver to death also-but not till then !"

“ Your words," said Father Francis to Bartolemé," mean that I have fallen into the hands of the Inquisition. God's will be done !”

The man hesitated for some time, though the stern working of his features indicated all that he was about to say.

“ I have hunted for you, heretic, for days and weeks, and now, the Saints know, I would gladly be freed from your presence.

She feels no more gratitude for the life of our son than I have felt in my own heart; but she is weaker, and cannot know how solemn, how tremendous, is my obligation to deliver you into the hands of the Holy Office. I had hoped never to see your face; but you have thrust yourself upon me, and I cannot let you escape. I abhor you as a heretic, and for that alone would gladly turn the rack until your bones crack in the agony; but now I would lie upon that rack myself, if you had only kept from my sight. Yet, the Holy Office claims you, and we cannot resist."

“I shall make no useless opposition,” said Father Francis. - You need no assistancego on, and I will follow you."

Without another word, Bartolemé strode off,

and the priest walked calmly behind him. As they disappeared from sight, the low sobs of the woman were distinctly heard through the cries of her child,

They walked far and rapidly through the whole of that day. The old priest was weary and faint with hunger, but he made no complaint, and Bartolemé was so sternly resolved, so occupied with inner meditations, that he had no thoughts of fatigue. Towards evening they stopped at the nearest city. Before entering, Bartolemé suddenly turned to his companion :

“Forgive me for this. It is harder for me than it can be for you; for this is my only hospitality-the only gratitude I show to the man who saved the life of my boy."

In a few minutes they found themselves in an obscure corner of the city, and here Bartolemé blindfolded his prisoner.

"Once more, forgive me! This is the last time I can ever say that word. You saw how I acted at my own home, when my child was in your arms, and you will now see how I must act in the Inquisition. Hereafter, I am not a man, but a servant of the Holy Office.”

Not another word passed between them. After walking some distance in the darkness, passing through doors that had rusted on their hinges, and down flights of stairs slippery with damp and rotten mould, Father Francis was left alone. As the bolt was pushed behind him he took the bandage from his eyes, and found hinself in a cell of the Inquisition.

(To be continued.)



Who is there that can look upon our beautiful plate, “Going to School,” without a sigh for those many school-boy days now gone forever, and especially for those days when the sleigh-bells jingle in the streets, and the ground is carpeted with its cold white covering. The spirits are then elastic, the mind free from care, and the future is clothed in beauty. Hope then hangs out her beacon-light, and peints the way to fortune and to fame. Alas ! that these bright hopes are not oftener realized.

But let the young hope on and hope ever. It is the sweetest joy of life. Take hope from man and what remains ? A dreary waste of care and toil, without one ray to cheer his darkness or to soothe his sorrow. Children are anxious to become men and women, but how would men rejoice to live their school-boy days once more, so unsatisfying are the joys of earth!

Brockville is too well known, or should be, to need description here.


STRENGTH is the gift of trial. Human hearts
Are purged by tearful baptisms, and the soul
Gathers its proudest trophies on the field
Of its stern strife with peril. On the couch
Of slothful ease life yields its majesty.
Virtues are shrunk and withered by the glare
Of Earth’s perpetual sunshine, and the grace
And beauty which attend the worldly great
And prosperous, seem like a statue's form-
Polished as Life, but chill as icy Death.

The trembling patriarch of old caught not
The angels benison, which brought a power
That knew no earthly terror, till night
Had worn on with his strugglings, and the breath
Of morning swept away his thin, white locks
From the broad brow that told his agony.
Trial had nursed the meekness, and stirred up
The filial love, and the calm, holy faith,
That clung so firm to duty; throwing life,
With all its wealth of trust and tenderness,
Into a widowed mother's changeful lot,
To live where she might live—die where she died.

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So was it when the bright and spotless One
Bowed in his mortal weakness, and the pangs
Of gathered anguish bent his spirit down
In his strong wrestlings for the world He loved ;
There came a heavenly helper, and he breathed
A mightiness and peace within his soul ;
And then the kneeling One rose up, and drank
His fearful cup of sorrow with a smile.

Young traveller o'er the waste of future years,
I cannot ask that thine own earthly life
Be free from trial; for thy Father's hand
Doth send it for our good. He chasteneth still
Those whom He loveth well. But I do ask
That, deep within thy heart, may dwell a faith
That makes all trial minister to strength,
Finds peace in storms, in midnight darkness, noon;
May every care set fresh upon thy brow
The signet of subrnission; every strife
With sin and wrong add firmness to the step
Which bears thee onward to thy spirit's home.


Grafton, Mass.



A NOBLE fleet whitened one of Spain's most noted sea-ports. Thirty vessels loitered with flapping sails, impatient to be again gliding across the trackless main. The harbor presented a scene of activity seldom witnessed in those days, when the boldest mariners hardly dared lose sight of the land. Small boats were darting here and there, passing from ship to ship, or moving between the fleet and the shore. Men were hurrying to and fro, and women, too, might be seen mingling in the exciting scene. The shore presented an equally busy and far more imposing spectacle. A crowd lined the quays, and multitudes were still flocking to the place of embarkation. All classes had come forth to witness the grand pageant. It was a sight that never before greeted the eyes of the inhabitants of the Old World. The proud peer and the independent cavalier met and mingled. The debased menial shared alike with his titled master the joyousness of the occasion. Flaunting banners and gay equipages lined the way, while splendidly caparisoned steeds, bestrode by noble riders, pressed forward amid the throng. A joyousness of expectation lighted the countenances of those about to embark; all were in high spirits, for the buey and exciting scene around allowed no time for regret, which indeed none felt but those who were doomed to remain at home.

Another expedition was about to leave the shores of Spain, for the El Dorado which the adventurous Genoese and his hardy crew had discovered at the end of their long and tedious voyage. A new government had been organized in the infant colony at Hispaniola, and the recently invested dignitary was about to embark for the province over which he had been named governor. New mines of gold had been discovered, and it was no longer necessary to open the prisons and people the colony with malefactors. Men of all ages and conditions in life eagerly embarked in the enterprise. Indeed, so numerous were the applicants that it was matter of far greater moment to decide

who should remain behind, than it had, on previous occasions, been an object of solicitude to obtain men who were willing to go. Ovando, the new governor, moved conspicuous among the gathering crowd. Arrayed in princely robes, and sparkling with precious stones, he bore himself with a dignity befitting the occasion. As an act of peculiar favor, and that he might appear with proper dignity in his new station, his sovereigns, by a special act, had empowered him to use silks, brocades and precious stones, which, at that time, were prohibited among the nobility of Spain. Of so much importance did the crown deem this new acquisition of territory, that they revoked an edict intended to curb the love of ostentatious display in their subjects at home, and allowed this new governor of an almost unknown gold region to revel in the luxuries which they themselves rarely used.

The cry had once more come across the water, “Gold! gold !" New depositories of the precious metal had been discovered. The coveted wealth, it was represented, could be obtained in every direction, simply for the trouble of stooping to raise it from the ground. Adventurers from all classes of society had gathered to embark in this new gold-hunting expedition. The hum of the excited multitude arose on the air, and above all was heard the merry chant of the sailors as they wrought at their tasks.

The hour of their departure has arrived. With light and elastic steps the deluded voyagers enter the ships. Never perhaps was seen a more joyous leave-taking. All were filled with animation and lively hope. The gentleman of decayed fortune, flushed with the hope of returning again to the enjoyment of his wasted patrimony, returned with pride the scornful glance of his former comrades, as he stepped from the shore. The high-spirited cavalier, the hardy navigator, the roving adventurer, and the keen speculator, all eager in the acquisition of wealth, crowded on board the vessels, till the fleet bore from their homes two thousand five hundred men. At last the embarkation was completed, and as the proud fleet moved ma



jestically from the harbor, the assembled con- tled, and all bearing marks of their encounter course sent up one long and deafening shout. with the elements, rode safely in the harbor

Nine years previous a similar scene had of St. Domingo. Nearly half the gallant fleet been enacted. A few vessels under the com- that sailed so proudly from the shores of Spain, mand of the great discoverer himself, animated


upon the broad ocean, or been by similar emotions, had left the shores of dashed upon rocky coasts. Those that esSpain. Eager adventurers crowded the vessels caped were busily discharging their living of the admiral. Men smuggled themselves on freight. They eagerly swarmed the sides of board his ships, till the number he actually the vessels, scarce waiting the return of the carried exceeded by five hundred the amount boats from shore to be conveyed in their turn for which accomodations had been provided. to land. None cared for his neighbor— Each With high hopes and lively iinaginations these

e motto. No time was to be lost. At the very

for himself, and gold for us all,' was their sanguine adventurers left their homes and all they held dear, for the renowned Ophir of the gates of the gold region, all anxiously pressed Scriptures, as the ardent imagination of Co- forward, fearful that his companion would lumbus led them to suppose. The multitude reach the mining-ground first. Never had the had assembled on that occasion as they con- little harbor of the embryo city of Isabella pregregated now. Many of the same individu- sented such a scene of activity and life. But als who witnessed the departure of Columbus none remained here long. No sooner had they on his second voyage of discovery, now gazed safely landed, than all started for the mines. upon the lessening sails of this new armament The roads were crowded. Men who never destined on the same errand. They shouted before had borne burdens, now, unable to obthen as they shouted now. But the fate of the tain servants, cheerfully shouldered their knapprevious expedition had been forgotten. The sacks, and hurried onward towards the confailures of the past were swallowed up in an- summation of their dearest hopes--all with ticipations of the future. The return of that inining instruments in their hands; most on bold array, that they had seen set sail with such foot, a few only of the more favored on horses, extravagant expectations, had passed from their quickly pressed forward. They set out in memories. They had forgotten the squalid, high spirits, each anxious to outstrip his fel. half-starved objects, without an ounce of gold, low. In the mining region, which was about that feebly crawled to land from the storm- eight leagues distant, “they fancied gold was beaten caravals on their return from the famed to be gathered as easily and readily as fruit El Dorado, for which this new expedition had

from the trees.” Such were the feelings of just sailed. Instead of greeting robust and this motley assemblage, confidently expecting hearty men, flushed with success, landing from speedy and enormous wealth. Thus far novessels laden with the yellow dust, they met thing had presented itself calculated to dispel but famished human beings, pale with hunger,

the idea that riches were at their command. worn with hardship, clothed in

and eagerly

Jy such as were always attendant upon expedi

The hardships they had encountered were only embracing the earth in the joy of once more beholding their native land. All this had van- tions into a wild and unknown country, and ished from their minds, and as the last dim out- which they expected, and were in some mealine of the bold fleet disappeared below the sure prepared to meet. But now, as they had horizon, the enthusiastic multitude once more

arrived at the end of their journey, a new prosreturned to their accustomed vocations.

pect opens-one for which they had made no previous preparation. Through toils and privations enough to daunt the boldest heart, they

had toiled, and at last reached the El Dorado SCENE II.

of their hopes. They supposed the hardships A battered and storm-tossed fleet came of their expedition were over, and henceforslowly to anchor in a little bay in the far- ward they were but to enrich themselves and famed land to which the Spanish fleet we have

return. But what was their dismay on disco. just seen leave the shores of the Old World had vering that their toils had but just commenced ! sailed. A few vessels, some nearly disman- For the first time they now learned that it re

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quired a long and laborious process to detach the ore from its native bed; that, instead of gathering it from the surface of the earth, it was necessary to dig painfully into the earth; a labor to which scarce any of them were accustomed, and for which their slight frames and previous manner of life essentially unfitted them. Added to all this, it required knowledge and experience to detect the veins of ore. They found, at the time when about to realize their most extravagant anticipations, an almost impenetrable barrier rising before them. They were dismayed, but not discouraged. They had risked too much to return without some show of effort, ard each indulged a hope that, more fortunate than the rest, he might yet succeed in finding some rich deposit. For awhile they labored well, but met with no reward. Hunger began to assert its supremacy. They sat down to eat, and returned again to labor. In the language of another:

• They soon consumed their provisions, exhausted their patience, cursed their infatuation, and in eight days set off drearily on their return, along the roads they had lately trod so exultingly. They arrived at San Domingo without an ounce of gold, half-famished, downcast and despairing.

Poverty soon fell upon these misguided men. They exhausted the little property they

had brought from Spain. Many suffered ex. tremely from hunger, and were obliged to exchange even their apparel for bread. Some formed connections with the old settlers of the island, but the greater part were like men lost and bewildered, and just awakened from a dream. The miseries of the mind, as usual, heightened the sufferings of the body. Some wasted away, and died broken-hearted; others were hurried away by raging fevers ; so that there soon perished upwards of a thousand men."

Such was the fate of the largest expedition that ever sailed in search of gold. Those who, in the pride of unbounded expectation, wearied in eight days after reaching the El Dorado of their desires, and died, cursed the infatuation that brought them to their miserable end. Their end is such as always awaits those who ignorantly engage in mining, of all speculations the most brilliant, promising and fallacious. Such, too, it is to be feared, will be the fate of too many of those who are eagerly hastening to the El Dorado of the nineteenth century. Let them, ere they engage in a similar undertaking, ponder well the fate of those who, with as eager hopes, and as fair prospects, met with naught but disappointment and death!

T. Northampton, Mass., Jan. 29, 1819.



When the world was dressed like a bride, in its prime,
And a blithe young man was old Father Time-
Though a blight had passed o'er the beautiful earth,
Yet oft in a curse a blessing had birth-
From the Ruler of Worlds went forth a decree,
That a spirit, whom man would dread to see,
Should visit our planet in every clime-
The life-long servant of old Father Time.
And, lo! to the ends of the earth he hath pressed,
For man, since the fall, is the type of unrest-
In the fruitful vales of the tropical sun,
That spirit his poverty-work hath done;
On the rugged hills of perpetual snow
He hath been a friend, though he seemed a foe;
On the desert's arid sand he hath stalked,
And in milder climes he hath often walked ;
And man, who would fain from his presence flee,
The spectre will meet in the isles of the sea.

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