time, and the habitations of men were reared around his retreat. His hair whitened, and his frame bowed down into the grave-and his hut gave place to the loftier roof, where Genius has found a home; but his story lives, and young eyes swim, and young hearts throb, at the recital of the faithful devotion and unavailing love of the HERMIT OF WYSOX.

What awful responsibility men take on themselves when inflicting the death punishment! And what injustice and immorality must be prevalent in society, while the woman is made an outcast for the transgression into which she was betrayed by her affections, while her selfish, heartless seducer is received by the world as an honorable man!

SONNETS.

[From the Italian of Scovazzi. }

H. T. TUCKERMAN.

I.

Life's pathway with a stormy hedge is girt,
And wounds the adventurous mortal oft requite,

Yet may good angels from thy breast avert
The bitter anguish I have known to-night!
Amid a crowd-the vain, the gay, the wise,
Of but one presence tenderly aware,
Asking vague questions, yielding cold replies-
Alike unconscious of the gay and fair-
For hours I watched; on others blandly fell

The sunshine of those orbs I could not meet, Withdrawn from me was their entrancing spell, The fond regard that made them joy's retreat; O dost thou love another, or have I

Proved recreant to a faith that cannot die ?

II,

Those lineaments by Raphael's hand portrayedThe Virgin Mother's, peaceful, fond and meek, In such a rich tranquility arrayed

Eyes mild and deep, soft lips and rounded cheek, Oft dawned upon me like a moon of love,

No fervid ray, but with a soothing might That stole my bosom's restless tide above, Cradling each thought in tenderest delight. Before me once again those features seemed Kindled and warmed by animated grace, When from thy sable hood divinely beamed A sweet madonna's love-inspired face; From bonds of reverent silence was I free, How soon to her would rise my votive plea!

NINA.

BY A VIRGINIAN.

CHAPTER I.

MRS. P. V. CARBELL.

MR. and Mrs. Carbell, were residents of the delightful town of Petersburg, Virginia. Mr. Carbell was a lawyer of some celebrity, and his lady strengthened the dignity of his standing by her superior claims to refinement, education and fashion. A very aristocratic lady was Mrs. Peyton Carbell: strictly exclusive, dainty, refined— a perfect touch-me-not-horrified if she chanced to brush against a plain mechanic, or found her eyes straying into a ready made clothing store.

As usual, when people take the pains to proclaim to the world that they are this great thing and that, the world tacitly assented, and gave in to all Mrs. Carbell's assumptions, and looked up to her as a most extraordinary personification of grandeur and sublimity.

Mr. Peyton Carbell being laboriously engaged in the duties of his profession, found it convenient to be generally off at his courts, so his lady had all her own way at home.

Their front rooms were magnificent, their carriages and horses very flashy, their servants sported a livery of green and gold, and Mrs. Carbell sat complacently on this pinnacle of splendor, beautiful and self-satisfied. The five small children, of this elevated lady, were kept closely in the nursery, while their belle mamma led the ton by the nose and received the grateful homage yielded up to her by all the fashionables Petersburg.

Mrs. Carbell, although apparently not more than twenty-five when well rouged, was, nevertheless much older than her best friends would ever take her to be. She was the proud mother of a most exquisite creature, now merging into womanhood, whom she had deposited in the hands of Mrs. Oakley of New York, to acquire all the airs and graces so essential to young ladies. On the evening of the 22nd of June, Mrs. P. V. Carbell's cards announced to her dear five hundred friends, that they would find her at home and ready and happy to receive them. Thither they flocked-young and old— handsome and plain-agreeable and disagreeable, and were regaled with choice wines, rare fruits, bon bons, confections, together with some sugar plums, prepared by Mrs. C. herself, and given promiscuously as she walked majestically up and down the glittering suite of rooms, receiving incense and returning phrases of honey, so sweetly intoxicating that every man, woman and child was ready to lay down life and fortune for her.

Thus our fair diplomate strengthened and fortified her position, thus she gathered wealth and fashion