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“ Nothing—nothing, dame go on.”

sounds, and recovering from her fright, was striving to • Well," said the old woman, “it was just such a ascertain from her station the position of the parties, night as this--"

| when a hard breathing of some one, apparently exSusan!” cried a voice at the door, in that tone hausted, arrested her attention, It seemed to issue which implies haste, and a fear of being heard—“ Su from beneath, and, looking over the summit of the cliff, san! open the door."

she perceived the shadow of a man cautiously ascending. “ Good God," shrieked Susan, “ that voice !"-and | He had almost accomplished his task, and was grasping all the women rose at one moment, and stood staring a jutting fragment of stone, to enable him to rest for

aithe door, which Susan was unlocking. “ The key a moment from the fatigue of his attempt. Susan
won't turn the lock—'tis' rusty ;-who's there ?" she heard him panting for breath, and, in endeavouring to
breathlessly exclaimed, as in the agony of suspense she discover whether he wore the jacket or the smock-frock
tried to turn the key, while the big drops stood qui. (the latter being the usual working attire of the smug.
vering on her brow. She trembled from head to foot, glers), beard him sigh heavily. She thought it was a
-her companions stood like statues--the lock few form she knew! she bent over the edge, and held her
back, the door opened- nothing was seen but the black breath in the very agony of hope and fear. The figure
night, and the large drops of rain which sparkled in stood with his back to the cliff, and, looking down on
the beams of the candle on the table.-" There is no the beach, ejaculated, “Oh, God!" It was in one of
one," said she, panting for breath ; " but as I stand those moans which betray the most acute suffering of
here a living woman, 'twas his voice. "James ! James !!! | mind, which thrill through the hearer, and create that
she cried, and put out her head to listen, She heard kindred overflowing of the heart's tears which makes
quick, heavy footsteps hastily advancing at the end of the sorrow of the afflicted more than our own. Susan
the street: presently a party of six or seven blocade. | heard the sound, and breathlessly answered—“Who is
men rushed by the door, dashing the wet from the it?" The figure sprang upwards at the response, and
pavement inSusan's face. They passed with no other exclaimed
sound than that made by their feet, and were quickly “ Susan!"
out of hearing.

“James! James !” she cried. He caught a large “I wish I may die," said old Margery, “but the tuft of grass to assist him in darting into her expanded blockade-men are chasing some poor fellow who has arms, when the weed broke by the roots from the light been obliged to drop his tubs; for I saw the blade of | sand in which it had grown ;--a faint cry, and the fall a cutlass Hash in my eyes, though I couldn't see the of a body, with the rattling of earth and stones, down hand that held it.”

the steep, where the sounds that struck terror, and • My bonnet! my bonnet !" cried Susan; “ there has madness, and dismay through the brain of poor Susan. more befallen this night than any here can tell. 'Twas She attempted to call for assistance, but her voice his voice-stay in the house till I come back—'twas his obeyed not the effort, and, in the delirium of the movoice!"-and she ran out through the still driving | ment, she sprang down the cliff, but, fortunately, rain, in the direction of the party that had just passed. alighting on a projection, and at the same time inThey took the street that led to the cliffs; not a light stinctively catching the long weeds, was saved from was to be seen-lamps in a smuggling town being con- the danger her perilous situation had threatened: but sidered a very obnoxious accommodation ; and, though still she continued her descent, stepping from tuft to there may be a rate for watching, the inhabitants take stone, reckless whether she found a footing, or was especial care there shall be none for lighting, inasmuch precipitated to the base ; which the darkness concealing, as a lamplighter never yet breathed the air of Folk all below looked like a black abyss. Susan alighted stone. Susan reached the cliffs ; the wind blew fresh in safety on the beach : an indistinct form lying on and strong off the sea, and the rain appeared abating. | the shingle met her view. She thought she saw figures descend the heights; and " James ! James !" she cried, “ speak! let me hear quickening her pace, stood on the edge, straining her your voice-for mercy's sake tell me, are you hurt?". sight to distinguish the objects Aitting to and fro on No answer was returned: she grasped his hand, the beach. She heard a faint “ hallo!”-the sound and felt his brow ; but, on the instant started from the thrilled through every nerve-it was the voice she had form in horror-the hand was stiff, and the brow was heard at the door. She returned the salute; but the deadly cold; and then, as if all her powers of utterbuffetting of the wind choked her timid cry. The ance had become suddenly re-organized, she broke forth hallo was repeated ; Susan listened with her very eyes. into such a cry of anguish, that it pierced through the Her distended fingers seemed grasping to catch at noises of the night like the scream of a wounded eagle. sound. A sound did rise above the roar of the breakers A pistol-shot was heard ; the ball whizzed past the ear and the rushing of the wind : it was the report of a of Susan, and harmlessly buried itself in the sand of volley of carbines fired on the beach. Susan screamed, the cliff. A party of the blockade rushed toward the and sunk on the edge of the cliff, overpowered with spot, and, by the light of a torch, discovered the poor terror and anxiety. Quickly there was seen a flashing girl stretched on a smuggler. They raised her in their of lights along the coast, and men running from the | arms—she was quite senseless; and holding the light Martello-towers to the beach in disorder. Then was in the face of the man, they saw that he was dead. heard the curse for curse, the clashing of cutlasses and “She's a pretty young creature!" said one of the discharge of arms, and the hoarse shout of some of the men; • it's a pity she could'nt let her sweetheart come smugglers, who had succeeded in putting their boat off to the beach alone, for she seems almost as far gone as from the shore with part of her cargo, which it ap- | he is ;— what shall we do with her, Sir?” peared they had been attempting to work.

This was addressed to a young man of the group, Susan well understood the import of these dreadful wearing the uniform of a midshipman, and whose

flushed and disordered countenance proved that he had the cliffs, darted through the church-yard there, till taken a considerable share in the late desperate en: his quick step was heard on the stones of the paved counter.

street. The inhabitants were at their doors and win“ Take her to the tower, Thomas,” said he ; " she dows, anxious to catch the slightest word that might may assist with her evidence the investigation of this give them some intelligence of the conflict! for the affair. The body of the man must also be carried to reports of the fire-arms had been heard in the town, our station, for I dare say we shall grabble some of the and all there was anxiety and agitation : but the quick rascals before the night's work is over, Our lieutenant questions were unanswered, the salutes were annoticed has ordered the boat to be pursued that put off in the the form that rushed by them was heard to gasp scuffle ; and, as some of the cargo is now lying about hardly for breath, and they were satisfied something the rocks here, we must look out for another squall." desperate had taken place. The smuggler gained the

One of the sailors sustained the still senseless Sasan street Susau had set out from ; the women, and others who in his arms, while the corpse followed borne by four had joined them, were gathered round the door of the others on their carbines.

house, waiting with breathless impatience her return, “ This fun was not expected, Infant Joe,” said one | and various were the conjectures of the night's events; of the men to the gigantic figure who carried Susan in when a voice, whose tones all knew, was heard to ex. one of his arms, with as much ease as he would bave

claim " stand o one side there ; a chair! a chair !" conveyed a child, and who, in mockery of his immense They made way for him in an instant; he darted into bulk, had been so nicknamed.

the house, placed Susan in the arm-chair, and dropped “ No," was the laconic reply.

on the loof, with his forehead resting on his arm. “ I think," continued the other, “ 'twas your pistol " James !” the women cried, " are you hurt ?" settled that poor fellow, for he lay in the very point of They received no reply; but his convalsive panting the woman's scream when you fired.”

alarmed them : they raised him from the ground, while “ Yes,” said Joe with a grin, “ may hap it was ; and one of the women lighted a candle. At that moment a I wish each of my bullets could search twenty of 'em scream of dismay escaped them all : those who had at once as surely and as quickly..

stood listening at the door rushed in, and were horror• Halt!” cried the officer who was commanding the struck on beholding poor Susan lying apparently lifeparty ; “if I mistake not I perceive a body of men, less in the chair, her face and neck dabbled with creeping on their hands and knees, at the foot of the blood; but she breathed, and not a moment was to be cliff. Out with your torches, or we may be fair marks

lost. Restoratives were applied to both, the blood was for a bullet."

cleansed from Susan, and, to the joy of all, not a wound The men instantly obeyed, and, at the same moment, could be perceived. James had now sufficiently redis covered their progress was interrupted by a gang of covered to stand and bathe her temples: he kissed her armed smugglers, who instantly commenced a practical cold, quivering lips-she slowly opened her eyes—the argument for the right of way by furiously attacking first object they rested upon was her husband! She the blockade. At the first fire, the ponderous bulk started from the chair, and gazed at him with a mingled bearing the light form of Susan reeled and fell with expression of terror and delight. James, seeing the its burthen on the earth; and a smuggler was seen to effect his appearance produced, pressed her in his arms, rush wildly through the chaos of contending beings, where she lay laughing and crying, and clasping him hewing his passage with a short broad cutlass, and ap- | round the neck, till the shock had subsided, when she parently having but one object in view. A retreat of sat like a quiet child on his knee, reposing her head the smugglers, and the consequent advance of their an upon his shoulder. None had as yet ventured to ask a tagonists brought him to the spot were Susan, still question, but all impatiently waited till Susan should senseless, lay wound in the sinewy arm of the prostrate break the silence that had now followed the confusion man-of-war's man. He endeavoured to disengage her of cries, tears, and wonder. But she seemed to have from his grasp: and, on placing his hand on her neck, | no other wish on earth-she was in her husband's arms he felt that his fingers were straying in warm and still --beneath their own roof—and that was question and oozing blood. He trembled, and gasped for breath : answer, and every thing to her.—James appeared restthere were two beings senseless before hin-one must less, and attempted to rise; but the motion was folbe seriously wounded, perhaps dying or dead. He lowed by the close winding of Susan's arms round his dragged Susan from her thrall : the action was followed neck, Then, as if suddenly resolved, and cbiding by a groan from the man, who faintly rose upon his himself for some neglect, he started from his seat. knees, and made a grasp towards the female with one “ Susan," said he, “ you are better now; keep your. hand, and drawing a pistol from his belt with the other, self still till I return-1 shall be but a few minutes." discharged it at random, and again fell exhausted. | “ No, no," cried Susan, grasping his arm with both The report was heard by some of the still contending her hands" not again-go not again. I shall be party, and forms were seen hastening to the spot; but | able to speak to you presently ; don't leave me now, the smuggler had safely ascended the cliff with Susan, James." and sitting on the summit, wiped the drops of agony " You mus'n't persuade me to stay," replied he ; “I and toil from his brow, and placed his trembling hand

left the crew fighting with the blockade when I saw upon her heart. At the first he could discover no pul. you in that fellow's arms; but I must go back again, sation; he pressed his hand firmaer against her side, and for life and death are in this night's business. One of with a cry of joy sprang upon his feet-he felt the us has been shot, poor. Peter Cullen drowned—he principle of life beat against his palm. He again would drink in spite of our orders, and fell overboard. elasped her in his arms, and, with the speed of a I tried to save him; but I'm afraid he lies dead under hound, ran across the fields leading from the edge of the cliff, just where I first saw you, Susan, when I lost my footing. But I must go back, and see the end of it | the cliff, when I thought I saw some of the blockade —now don't gripe me so hard, Susan-I must go. I coming; and, says I to myself, you mus'n't see me, dare say all's lost—but I must go.

my masters !'--so I crept close under the cliff, and pasHe struggled to release himself from Susan, when a sed them safe enough. Then, thinks I, I may as smuggler rushed into the house, pale and exhausted ; well find out where the lads are;' and thinking Susan he flung himself into a chair, and, throwing a brace of would be up to the rig, and wait where she was, or go pistols on the ground, exclaimed

home again, I contrived to run along the bottom of the " The boat's taken—the tubs we had worked to the cliff, till I found myself tumbling anong a lot of tubs. foot of the cliffs are seized too: we fought hard for it, • Oho!' thinks I, all's right yet;' and, while looking but it was of no use!”.and then he breathed a bitter about, I perceived all of you creeping down the cliffs. curse in that low, withering tone, which seems to recoil You recognized me, if you recollect; and we were just upon the head of the curser, and clings only to him, preparing to clear the tubs snugly away, when the that utters it.

enemy's lanterns issued from a projecting part of the “ Well it can't be helped,” said James, calmly seat cliff. Douse they went in one moment, and, in the ing himself; “it's no use repining now—words and other, there we were with the blockade, yard-arm and sighs won't better it; though it is somewhat hard, after yard-arm ; but, when I first saw the light from their cruising about for three months, to lose our cargo at torches, what should I see but my Susan stowed in the sea, and when we thought ourselves lucky that we arms of Infant Joe. In the surprise, I opened a fire escaped Cork jail, and got back to Holland with an upon him, but took a good aim notwithstanding; I empty hold, and tried to do a little business at home, saw him fall, and, laying about me right manfully, I to make such a finish to all as we have done to-night. seized upon my little brig, carried her away from the Poor Peter's drowned too, Tom-d’ye know that?" grappling-irons of the huge pirate, and towed her right

“ Ah!” said the other, “I thought it was all over into harbour-and here she is safe and sound-there's with him when I saw him go ;-but how did you some comfort in that, ar'n't there, my girl?"_and a manage with him?"

hearty kiss, with a murmured blessing, escaped from “ Now it's all over,” said James, • l'll tell you the the lips of the rough young smuggler, as he again whole affair. When I plunged in after him, I popped pressed the now happy Susan in his arms. a tub under my arm, thinking we were opposite a point Two of his companions now entered the house: they where there was no watch ; for, thinks I, if I can work were cordially received by their acquaintances and a tub and save a man's life at the same time I shall do a assembled : but the banging of their heads, the ill-sticlever thing; but I was some seconds before I could find fled sighs, and the languid manner of taking the hands Peter, it being so pitch dark. At last I saw something outstretched to welcome them, proved how severely bob up to the top of the water, close to me-- it was their bold hearts felt their chilling disappointments him, sure enough; I made a grasp, and caught him by and unrewarded toil. A dead silence followed their the hair- kept his head above the surface, and got ashore entrance : for what could be said ? The journal of with him. At that moment, a blockade-man 'spied me, their cruise and misfortunes was recorded in every line and fired a pistol: I heard some of them coming to of their brows. It was a sad meeting; and sadness wards me, so I dragged Peter under the cliff, and made and silence love to be together. At length one of them for town; but the men-o'-war'-men followed me up so looking at James, saidclosely, that I was obliged to drop my tub, and crowd “We heard that you had brought down Infant Joe; all sail. I got near home, and thought I could manage but, just as we came into the town, we were told that to drop in without being seen : but they had so gained he was only wounded, and had been carried to the upon me that I was obliged to run again right through tower, with a pistol-bullet in bis right shoulder.” the town, where I dodged them, till I found myself "In his right shoulder, eh?" said James, as he back again at the place where I left Peter, I felt him, gave a loud whistle, and looked at Susan; “it was close but he was stiff and dead, poor fellow. I then thought chance for you, my girl. Well, I've no wish for his I'd try if I could hail you ; but the only answer I got death ; but if we ever should meet again. I am just as was a report of fire-arms on the beach ; then I knew that I likely to suap my trigger, and perhaps with better you must be working the boat slap in the teeth of the success. -But, Susan, my lass, I've been waiting all blockade. I listened a minute or two, and all was si along to know how yon came on the cliff at such a lent; so thinks I, they have either put out to sea again time; and I'm somewhat jealous, too, at that same or have succeeded in working the cargo."

Infant Joe, and the manner he was convoying you so “ Yes," interrupted Tom,“ we had worked part of snugly.” it, and had hid the tubs under the cliff; when we were Susan smiled, and related her share in the events of discovered and attacked : and three or four suddenly the night, and concluded by entreating James to relinput off the boat, while we who were left had to fight it quish his desperate and unprofitable pursuit-to forego out, and get away as we could.”

all thoughts of again embarking in a Winter Cruise “ Well,” continued James, “I thought I'd mount and, when the employment of the coast failed to prothe cliff and look out, and had got near the top-but cure them a quiet subsistence, to remove to some hapwhat with wondering how you had managed, and think pier land, where industry may reap its reward, and the ing of Poor Peter and our unlucky cruise, I felt very strong arm and sweating brow know their hours of melancholy, and was pulling-up to take fresh wind, comfort and repose.Monthly Mag. when what should I hear but my Susan's voice! That so astonished me, that I lost my footing, and was capsized plump again on the shingle. There was no bones broke, however; and I was just about to bail Susan on

STANZAS.

I ROAM out in the twilight,

Heart-broken and alone, Till the night-winds and the dropping dews

Have chilled me to the bone.
For I feel that when unkindoess

Lieth freezing on the heart,
It is happier to be cheerless too,
In every other part.

II.
The glow upon that cypress,

Where my sire's cold ashes sleep,
Would melt me into tears, had I

Spirit enough to weep :
But the grief that gnaws within me

Will not be this out-thrown;
For despair hath round it closed, and shut
The reptile in the stone.

III. My father! oh, my faiher !

Too early was I left,
Of thy care, and well remembered love,

And wisdom, all bereft.
Though thou blessed art in Heaven,

Couldst thon see the withered brow,
And the dim eye of thy first-boru son,

Thou'd'st weep for him e'en now.

CHRISTMAS.

“ Now Hospitality, to cheer the gloom
Of wiuter, invitation sends abroad :
The rural' housewife lays the aynnal block
of Christmas on the hearth, and bids a blaze
Of tepfold brightness glad its sable spot;
Then sprucely decks the window with fresh sprigs
Of evergreens, triumphant o'er the storms
Or fading time, wbile ever social mirth
And riyal kindness load the smoking board.

Yet, notwithstanding all these deficiences and annoy. ances, association often makes the anticipation of win. ter highly pleasurable; while the thought of Christmas touches a chord in many hearts which never vibrates so gladly to the premonition of another period. The name is confessedly by no means appropriate or happy. but it is one which, embalmed by many predilections, is not likely soon to be relinquished.

Reader! thou wast once a schoolboy ; Eton, Harrow, or Rugby, may have poured into thy mind the streams of classic lore from the twigs of the birch, and made thee profoundly mathematical, after inscribing on thy bare and shivering back some of the diagrams of Euclid. Hast thou never seen the tribes of little happy mortals filling post-chaises and coaches, and passing down the roads leading to the metropolis, shouting and laughing at the thought of their six weeks' emancipation, as if they were an age, and school were a dungeon, and the pedagogue an ogre?

Verily, I'd go several miles a-foot to partake their glee-to put out my arms, that they might spring at once to the ground, joyous to them as Britain's soil to the slave-to see Pincher, against all laws, invading the parlour, mounted by the little urchin, wild with delight-and the black cat patted and kissed-and to hear the exclamations, “ O mamma, the silver peg of my top came out!”.." Papa, here's my last copy book!" --and “ Harriet, I'm so glad I'm come, a’n't you now?"

Nor is it to be supposed that joy is exclusively confined to the utterers of such sounds. Undoubtedly it is participated, in no small degree, by those to whom they are addressed ; and by him who, for a long half-year, has been familiar with others of a different character. To have done for a time with the drawling repetition of “ hic, hæc, hoc,” and six times five are thirty;" with the reiterated explanation of the same arithmetical rules and grammatical principles; and with the propounding of the questions What Roman Emperor invaded Britain ? or What is an Isthmus?.-is to reach a “ consummation" more “ devoutly to be wished” than any can appreciate, except those who, having borne the ponderous burden, exult at its removal. To such a man, the final shutting of his desk must be like the

key-note of a delicious melody, and the last “ Good .bye, sir,” grateful as friendship's warmest recognition.

At this period, too, the social principle is ordinarily cherished with peculiar attention and fondness. Truly is it said

« Close and closer then we knit

Hearts and hands together,
Where our fire-side comforts sit

In the mildest weather;
Oh! they wander wide, who roam,

For the joys of life, from home.” Those who are in the very prime of existence, may be found surrounded by their children, often long and widely separated. In exchange for school stories, and accidents, and successes, they relate to the little blooming throng the circumstances of their own early days, and puzzle them with questions and riddles, at which they once looked up to the ceiling with a finger on the lip, in vain ; and to which they once replied, “O, papa, I can't guess-do, do, tell me!” Who have the preponderance of happiness at such times—the affectionate parents thus employed, or those who, with shining faces, are seated in the lap, and climbing about the knees I confess myself unable to determine.

Winter, considered abstractedly, stands immeasure. ably behind its precursors in engaging qualities. It has not the verdant mantle, so gaily, and richly, and tastefully adorned, in which they successfully appear, nor the bright and enlivening beams in which they trip along the plain, nor the fair blue canopy beneath which they perform their gambols and pour out their varied delights. No! it has not the golden riches of autumn, the voluptuous treasures of summer, nor the “ breathing fragrance” and halcyon warblings of spring, Sometimes, indeed, it seems disposed to try its powers of imitation, as if envious of their fame, but its attempts are ordinarily feeble; still, like the occasional hilarity of age, they please—not so much, however, from striking resemblance, as from contrast with the deep desolation in which they originate. Winter commonly brings with it days so short and gloomy, that our labours are closed almost as soon as begun,-cold so intense as to drive us to undue effort or indulgence, to escape its temporary or permanent inconveniencies,winds which whistle through avery avenue, and seem equally intent on ravaging our frames and our dwellings,-rain, hail, and snow, inducing the dolorous exclamations of Sterne's starling, “I can't get out: I can't get out!”-ice which makes many things, like much of the poetry and prose of the age, “want fire,”

-and thaws, which bespatter us at every step with dirt, reminding us of our kinship with what we presume most unpleasant and obnoxious,

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