THE SOLDIER'S WIFE. -WALDEN was playing on his flute in a slow and pensive strain, when the mournful cries of a child and the complaining voice of a woman struck his ears. [Vol. I. avidity: "you are, I suppose, the mother of this little creature. Where do you live?" "No, it is not my own," replied she, “and I did not know his parents. I am the wife of a poor soldier, my wor -"Oh! merciful God!" exclaimed thy sir, and I have travelled from be the poor creature, "hear with compas-yond Berlin a great way; my husban sion the moans of my unhappy babe!" Walden ceased to play, and looking over the hedge, he surveyed the child with compassion, as the woman lay on the grass to rest herself: he asked her in a soft voice, why the poor infant cried. "He is hungry," replied the woman, weeping bitterly, "we have not had any thing to eat since yesterday morning." "Gracious God! since yesterday morning! wait here a few minutes, and I will return.' with He flew away with incredible swiftness, and reappeared in a short time, bowl of milk and a small leaf, s which the child stretched out arms, and the woman to whom vered them began to feed it. down, my good woman, and it yourself," said Walden, "I e care of your infant." Placing on the grass beside it, he dipit of the loaf in the milk, and y assisted his little famished had been away from me three year. ied or o at Here the poor woman burst tears. "And when I got there, got there, he gradying of his wounds; yet he knew ding and stretched out his hand, sayette, Oh! Annette !-our children!--T debt were his last words :-I though end should have died too; but God wed.' for the sake of our little ones anchornbabe, that I should live. In the house, where my poor husband horse, was the wife of an Austrian se cquet who died two days afterwards, ar spired this babe, which nobody upon mmeseemed to care about. Almost id in a village had been burned down, words the inhabitants had run away; sy ho at is your occupation?" he ask-when our soldiers marched, I woman, who was eating with them to take the child looked up in his face and Walden pleased and affected ntuitive mark of gratitude, kissittle forehead. poor child with but then, they said to me-"What are dross! your humanity to this or could we do with it?"-And that was very true; but, to let the child stay, and die with hunger, was impossible; so I resolved to take it, let what would happen: and I set out, to return to my own home, with the young thing in my arms. In my way I was weary enough; but I never met with any body that took compassion on me or my burden, so I walked on; but I fell sick, as you may see by my looks, and spent the little money I had left, and then I sold my clothes and every thing I could spare-all went, except these poor rags: yet, still, I thought, if I could but get home I should do very well. I am used to hard work, and I could even do for this little creature, who has nobody in the whole world but me to put a morsel of bread into its poor mouth; so I can't bear to let it starve !" phan will be better rewarded; but, if this were my last crown, you should have it.Hasten away, or I may be tempted to take the child, to have the pleasure of bringing it up, that it may love me as it will you." On hearing this, the woman hastily pressed the infant to her bosom, and giving Walden a farewell benediction, pursued her journey with alacrity. For the Juvenile Port-Folio. CONVERSATION. How very pleasant it is to have friends, with whom we can converse, and communicate our most secret thoughts, without that cold reserve which is so apparent among mankind in this our day. Conversation is a boon which ought to be highly estimated; for of what use is society without it? We should always, when we are in com served, take a share of it either smaller or greater, whether greatly beneficial to ourselves or not. When we see a person in company who is entirely silent, we are induced to believe they are de prived of the power of speech, or think those around them rather inferior, and, will not disgrace themselves by mingling As she said this, she pressed the child to her bosom, and her tears drop-pany where good manners are to be ob ed upon it as she repeated-" If I was ut able to work-or, I could but get nough to keep it till I reach my home!" "Poor babe!" said Walden, "poor, at happy creature, who, in losing her ho gave thee birth, found a second the-eyes that drop tears of pity In thy lot, and a heart that loves thee! No, thou shalt not from hard neces-in the conversation. An instance of Tly be deserted!" this kind lately came under my notice, Oh Re Walden then wrote upon a leaf of a person being remarked by the compocket-book the name of the wo-pany to sit silent all the evening, was interrogated why so still? who shortly replied, "I can enjoy my own reflec tions." Now my opinion is, when we have reflections to enjoy, we should try to select ourselves from company as much as possible. Wn, and that of the village where, she rmed him, she lived with her famand, giving her a small sum of Weey, promised that he would remit same to her every year. he woman, on holding the gold in Thehand, which had never contained ch before, exclaimed-"Oh! this o much, worthy sir,"-and being Risced to keep it, she added-"we On v now be too rich, indeed!-my Herlittle ones, and this one, and their And mother, we shall all be rich!" REMARKS ON LAÇONICKS, No. 8. In looking over a late number of your very entertaining little miscellany, my attention was attracted by a piece on peevishness, by your valuable corresGood creature!" exclaimed Wal-pondent Equitus; and the elegant and And with emotion," you are rich in-yet modest style in which he expresses Or nin a heart to which all other riches himself is so exactly coincident with my ste, that I exclaimed in the words of stolen the art of endearment from its modern poet, tender mistress, at last it died beneath the ruthless fang of a cat of the order of St. Dominick! Imogen was inconsolaob-ble. The abbess sternly reproved her for her sinful weakness." In him I see that valued merit, Of modesty combin'd with spirit." There is a certain medium, to be rved in our manners and behaviour, hich is greatly to be admired. "One must love something," said the A benign smile will win our esteem weeping novice. Where is the necesuch sooner than a loud laugh, which sity? said the abbess, coolly. Here, notes either half wit, or ill breeding. said the novice, pressing her right hand person whether young or old, who is to her heart, and raising her soul-illugalar in his temper, not always jang-mined eyes to heaven, with an expresg and scolding, nor yet too good hu- sion that seemed to say, "and from oured always grinning, will ever be thee, oh my heavenly father, have I respected. If we will observe this medium and here closely to it, we shall find adntages arising from it which the evish, or the too good natured are ene strangers to. ceived it." "Celestial happiness, whene'er she stoops To visit earth, one shrine the goddess finds, For absent heav'n! the bosom of a friend; And one alone, to make her sweet amends Nature in zeal for human amity, The doctor of a man of war, having nearly ›f n "ght Some robbers having broke into a ge him. man's house, went to the footman's bed ends told him if he moved he was a dead ma 'That's a lie,' cried the fellow, 'If I move am sure I'm alive.' ied gra or GLEANINGS. SENSIBILITY "I sat down close her, and Maria let me wipe away e tears that trickled down her cheek, th my handkerchief. 1 then steeped in my own, and then in her's, and en in mine, and then wiped her's got out of drugs, used to administer to the sa liain, and as I did it, I felt such unde-lors salt-water in place of salts, unfortunatelpise ribable emotions within me, as I am tell overboard; "the doctor's overbos 11 cries the sailors, when a wit replied that, re could not be accounted for from has only failen into his own medicine che rey combinations of matter and reason." being "I am positive I have a soul, dear nsibility! source of all that is precious our joys, or costly in our sorrows. ternal fountain of our feelings! it is re I trace thee, and this is the diviniwhich stirs within me,-I feel some nerous joys and generous cares bend myself, all comes from thee, great, eat sensorium of the world.' SYMPATHY-"During a inter a robin had flown for shelter to nogen's cell, her heart throbbed with violence equal to its own when she It it fluttering in her bosom; it soon arned to feed from her fostering hand; id when their alliance grew more intiate, it would sometimes receive its ourishment from her lips, all day it overed round her, and at night it reosed on her bosom, it seemed to have severe The Count de Grance, being wounded in tling knee with a musket ball, the surgeons ma ette, incisions. When the Count losing many tience, asked them why they cut and carveddebt cruelly. "We seek for the ball," said th end Why did you not speak before? (sad.' Count) I have it in my pocket." 1orn When the gallant adrirai Pasley, whose o atwas taken off by a cannon shut, was corse, down to the cock-pit, one of the tars met cquet have, Jack, but take are, don't you los mme .d in a "Silence!" a judge cries, "in the court, words proach. The following beautiful effusion is said to be written by the late well known Thomas Paine, on an occasion of his happily finding, in affluence and ease, a female friend who had long been hidden from his anxious enquiries, and whom he there"fore supposed to be buried in indigence. THE CASTLE IN THE AIR. In the region of clouds, when the whirlwinds arise, My Castle of Fancy was built, The turrets reflected the blue of the skies, And the windows with sunbeams were gilt. The rainbow.sometimes in its beautiful state Enamell'd the mansion around, And the figures which fancy in clouds can Ir And when I look'd out in the morning, behold! My castle was carried away. It pass'd o'er rivers and mountains and groves, The world it was all in my view, I thought of my friends, of their fates, of their loves, d often, full often of you. ngth it came over a beautiful scene, hich nature in silence had made, place it was small, but 'twas sweetly se th h But yet, I know I must submit, And murmur not, at heaven's decree It is thy husband, that must take thee, He has a better right than me. Eighteen years we've liv'd together; And swiftly have they pass'd away, Alas! how oft I shall lament thee, Sister dear, how short thy stay. May thy kind husband ne'er deceive thee, Since he has thy affections won; May God protect thee, never leave thee: Trust on him, "the only one." "In him place all thy confidence, And on his word confide, | He will protect thy innocence, And for thy wants provide." If all earthly help desert thee He will prove a steady friend, He'll preserve thee and assist thee, Till thy weary days shall end. The Nest.-TO MYRILLA. As in the glowing noon of day, Stretch'd careless on the ground, Beneath the breezy pines I lay, Lull'd by their murm'ring sound. A little nest aloft I spied, Of feathers white as snow, SELIN With strong, tho' slender, cordage tied And found a beauteous pair- MODERN CUPID, Little Cupid's quite a stranger To his native home, the heart: After wealth a constant ranger, Trucking with a pedlar's art. Nature's language, plain and simple, He no longer deigns to prize; Seldom sports he in the dimple, Seldom visits sparkling eyes. Tracts of land, and bags of money, He knows how to estimate; And e'er you taste hymeneal honey, You must learn to calculate. Would you marry? tell the crier To proclaim it-never fearClora's your's, if you can buy herBut perhaps you'll buy her dear! PHILADELPHIA-Published weekly, Price twelve and an half cents per month, payable quarterly in advance, by THOMAS G. CONDIE jun, No. 22, Carter's Alley, opposite Mr. Gi rard's Bank Where a LETTER Box is placed for literary communications. Subscriptions are also received at the Mer char Tee house, Mr. R. Desilver's Book store, N 294, Market-street, and at Mr.] Bioter's Book-store, No. 88, Chesnut-street. SEQUEL TO THE SOLDIER'S WIFE. (Continuation from page 126.j TWENTY years were added to the life of the humane and noble Walden, since he had relieved the wants of the suffering Annette, and the hunger of the soldier's orphan. The avenues to his heart had been opened at the recital of her artless tale; and the innate humanity of his compassionate breast furnished her with the means of supporting the orphan of her protection. The sum he had promised to send her yearly, was punctually remitted; and on its receipt, the faithful Annette applied it to the purpose intended by the sympathetic donor. [VOL. I. to the house of Brandenburgh, opposed his arms to those of the emperor, whose subject Walden was, and also an officer in the Imperial service. This event roused him from the calm repose, he had so long enjoyed in the retired shades of solitude. He joined the army, to defend the dominions of the emperor from foreign invasion. The contest was obstinate and sanguinary. Walden was not an idle spectator of the heroic valor and intrepidity of his countrymen. The cool display of manly courage, manifested by him in the most trying situations, gave the brave troops he commanded an additional confidence. Amidst the noise and tumult of a camp, Walden thought In her humble but sincere acknow- of the boy who bore his name, and reledgments to him for the receipt of his gretted the impossibility of his being" beneficence, he was made acquainted able to gain any tidings respecting him. with the rapid improvement in the men-Alas!' said he, perhaps he spends tal and bodily faculties of the child his days in inglorious ease; and buried whom his philanthropy had rescued in a peasant's life, I shall never be grafrom a premature dissolution. tified with information from him, or In the last communication Walden || have an opportunity of again beholding received, Annette informed him that him. The good, the worthy Anaette, she had been enabled to put him to a must long ere this have paid the debt school of some reputation; and that he of nature; and all the resources to end rapidly advanced in the rudiments of my painful solicitude are destroyed.' learning. She also informed him that she thought it was a duty incumbent on her to give him the name of his benefactor, and she had called him Frederic Walden. After this period, all intelligence respecting Annette and Frederic ceased. Prussia had become the seat of a terriLl warfare and Frederic the Great, la contending for the cession of Silesia Walden was ordered out one morning by the commander in chief, to attack a company of the enemy's horse, who had advanced upon the picquet guard. His brave compani ns, inspired with the courage of their leader, immediately obeyed the summons: and in a few moments they found their swords measured with those of the enemy ho disdained to fly at their approach. |