The summer breeze was sighing through its boughs

In whispers, soft as youthful lovers' vows.
She was reclining in the lattic'd bower-
Musing, as 't were upon the stilly hour.

"Dear Eloise!" he said-(the sudden flush
Of newborn feeling call'd a crimson blush

On her young cheek that made the life-blood start
In thrilling eddies round his conscious heart,)
"Dear Eloise-I come to bid adieu-

To these fair scenes, to happiness, and you!
Hast thou no wish-no blessing, for thy friend?
Who far from thee, and all he loves, shall wend
His pilgrimage, through wilderness and toil,
Uncheer'd by Friendship's voice-or Beauty's smile?”
He laid his hand upon her seraph head,

Press'd a warm kiss upon her brow and said—

"May Heaven preserve thee !-pure, as angels are-
The world is wicked-lovely one-beware!
Thou art an orphan-would that title might
Protect thy innocence from the fell blight
Of those who hover in fair virtue's way,
To tempt the steps of guileless youth astray!
Would I could guard thee-but my path of life
Lies through the ranks of war! mid Battle's strife-
There duty calls me-should I ne'er return
Say-wouldst thou sorrow o'er thy soldier's urn?
Yet if some future day I dare to claim,

The dear bought honors of a hero's name—

May Eloisa's fond remembrance prove

Her youthful friendship ripen'd into love!"

Pure as a vestal's hymn that breathes to Heaven!
That night, their vows of mutual faith were given.

Years have roll'd on—but yet no warrior came
With laurell'd brow, his youthful bride to claim-
Years have roll'd on-the wintry frosts have sped

Their sparkling crystals o'er his lowly bed.
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Where proud St. Lawrence wreathes his crested wave,
That youthful hero found an early grave!
But tho' unwept by fond affection's tear—

A soldier's honors grac'd his funeral bier.

Years have roll'd on since Nature's loveliest child,
Within her garden bower in beauty smiled-
Years have roll'd on, and spring with annual bloom
Still twines her wreath o'er Eloisa's tomb!
While kindred spirits hymn her requiem there,
And freight with sweetest sounds the balmy air!

AUGUSTA.

THE MAN IN THE MOON,

A BOSTON STORY.

"Caliban. Hast thou not dropt from Heaven?

Stephano. Out of the moon, I do assure thee. I was the man in the moon when time was."

Tempest.

THOUGH I am no greybeard, yet I have looked upon myself as a person of much knowledge and sagacity. Let no man throw the charge of vanity in my teeth for this avowal. The accusation is empty, for who knows me? Who will ever know me? I am as good as dead to the whole world, and have a proper claim to all the privileges of the defunct. "I love modesty" as John Neal says, but dead people should be above silly scruples. So let me be honest. I have spent much time in study, and came very near learning Latin. I read a great many histories and several volumes of metaphysics, not to mention the most celebrated sermons of the time. This gave me a profound knowledge of mankind, and made me at once a philosopher. I desired to become a statesman and learn the whole system of public affairs to this end I consulted the newspapers, those oracles of political wisdom, and grew wise in the study. But the chief acquisition upon which I value myself is the knowledge of human nature. I have treasured up in my mind stores of learning, gleaned from the wisdom of antiquity, and pondered upon the speculations of modern sages. I have scrutinized the actions of men of old, and made shrewd observations among the world of my acquaintance. In these re

searches I have met with flattering success.

From the facts

which came within my reach, I have deduced the true principles of human conduct, and made myself master of the key to the whole moral and intellectual history of man.

This must be allowed to pass for no inconsiderable attain

I saw

In fact, I have taken vast satisfaction in possessing a gift so rare, and smiled at the ordinary speculations and reasonings of mankind with as much self-gratulation as a minister of state chuckles over the mystical hallucinations of a newspaper editor, while he is cudgelling his brains to nose out a cabinet secret. I busied myself with remarking the various and peculiar modes of action prevalent in the world, was a great observer, and looked quite through the deeds of men. that the condition of the world was immensely improved, and my observation of facts, as well as my acquaintance with the experience of former ages, came in aid of my philosophical theory, which the maxims of moral wisdom, gained in my studies, had enabled me to form. I was convinced that the state of society was approaching to perfection. "We are no longer beset," said I, "with the errors and imperfections of former days; men are now wise, prudent, politic, and sagacious, and no more the short-sighted, hare-brained, fanatical, credulous multitude which history shews them to have been in ancient times."

This opinion I have often advanced in conversation with my uncle Zachary, with whom I frequently discuss politics, and talk about the ancients. My uncle is a man of considerable talents, having been once a representative in the General Court. He was originally bred to the sea, and followed the West India trade for a great part of his life, but receiving a call from the united voices of his fellow citizens to the office of a member of the honorable House, he yielded to the imperious demands of his country, and making a patriotic sacrifice of private interest upon the altar of public good, abandoned his mercantile pursuits for the high and responsible duties of legislation. His able and public-spirited exertions, during the course of a long and arduous session, were duly appreciated by the public, and stand faithfully recorded in the newspapers of the day, monumentum aere perennius.

My uncle is a person of much observation, and very communicative, frequently regaling us with incidents of his life, and remarks, which the various events he had been conversant with, had suggested to him. I have reaped much information from

him in this way, having always been persuaded of his excellent judgment, as well as scrupulous veracity, although some of his acquaintance go so far as to make light of his intellectual powers, and even set him down for an incorrigible yarn-spinner. Alas! how folks will lie. But he is undoubtedly a person of strict rectitude, and tells his stories with such a veracious gravity that one may swear to the truth of them. There is nothing he likes to discourse about so much as the matters he has been connected with in his legislative capacity, this is an all-engrossing topic with him. Having occupied the high station of a legislator for the country, the event formed an epoch in his life, and his thoughts have acquired a natural tendency to that point which causes his ideas to gather around it with a special and instinctive readiness.

"But my readers cry out-What a deuce dost thou ail?
Cut short thy reflections, and give us thy tale."

Perhaps some begin to entertain a suspicion that I mean to cheat them of the true hero of the story, and are ready to exclaim-"What's all this to the purpose? What has uncle Zachary with his political cogitations, to do with the matter?" Be patient, gentle readers, the man in the moon is no sham,at least, of my contriving; the most sceptical among the unbelieving generation for whom I write, will allow, while they affect to maintain his non-entity, that he walked about the land with the attributes of real existence. But to my story. I called to dine with my uncle last week, and we felt mightily free and social in the afternoon, like most people after dinner. We fell to discussing the news, politics, and other weighty matters, talked about the Free Bridge, the President, Governor Troup, the Holy Alliance, Rail Roads, Bolivar, the Great Ox, Governor Lincoln, and Mr. Canning, debated the various questions upon the civil economy of the country, exposed abuses in the government, suggested remedies, planned improvements, and made such extensive reforms that we seemed to have put the whole political system into a forge, and drawn it out entirely new. We grew very earnest and interested in the conversation, and carried it on in a highly animated strain for some time. I maintained my favorite opinions respecting the superior understanding and sagacity of mankind at the present day, to which my uncle yielded a ready agreement. "I have found the same notion prevalent," said he," among the politicians of Chechian." "Chechian!" I exclaimed, "where may that

be?" "Is it possible," replied my uncle, "that you have lived so long in the world without hearing of the Chechians ?" "I know no more about them," said I, " than I do of the man in the moon.

Here my uncle made a sudden movement, as if some recollection had been awakened in his mind. He leaned backwards in his chair, passed his hand acrosss his forehead, drew up his left foot, and remained silent a few moments, then with his eyes fixed as it were upon vacancy, and drumming with the ends of his fingers upon the table he said "That was a sad trick he served us."

"He! Who?" said I, not comprehending his meaning.
"The Man in the Moon," answered my uncle.
"How! what do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean the great rout and stir which the man in the moon occasioned in Boston some years ago," was the answer.

"I never heard the story," said I. "Then I'll tell it to you," he replied. "It happened the very year that I was Representative. I remember it more distinctly for that reason, having had occasion to act upon it as a member of a committee of the house-"

"No matter," said I," about your being on a committee of the house, but tell me about the man in the moon. "The man in the moon,' 99 said my uncle, was in Boston at that time, though the precise day as well as the manner of his arrival was unknown. Whether he came by land or water, on a cloud, or a rope ladder, or a bean stalk, or bestriding a moonbeam, like the goblin Puck, or a Hippogriff, like Mahometnobody knew, nor thought to inquire at the time of his first appearance, so much were all classes of people taken up with speculations upon the cause of his visit. It was about the beginning of May, as I remember, that the first report of his arrival got abroad; it happened to be a day of remarkable weather of some sort, and went afterwards by the name of the Cold Friday, or Hot Wednesday, or Rainy Monday, I forget which; but it was allowed on all hands to be such weather for the season as had not been witnessed before "within the memory of the oldest inhabitant." The news that the man in the moon was in town was told upon Change about one o'clock, and created a positive sensation. The price of stocks as well as of naval stores, was affected by the very first blast of the rumour, and the value of merchandize was puffed up from high to low, and from low to high again through every gradation of the Price