"I think anything is better eaten out in the woods than it is at home," said Fleda. "Well, I don't know," said her friend. "I have no doubt that is the case with cheese and apple-pie, and especially under hickory trees which one has been contending with pretty sharply. If a touch of your wand, Fairy, could transform one of these shells into a goblet of Lafitte or Amontillado we should have nothing to wish for." 'Amontillado' was Hebrew to Fleda, but 'goblet' was intelligible. "I am sorry," she said, "I don't know where there is any spring up here,-but we shall come to one going down the mountain." "Do you know where all the springs are?" 66 No, not all, I suppose," said Fleda, "but I know a good many. I have gone about through the woods so much, and I always look for the springs." They descended the mountain now with hasty step, for the day was wearing well on. At the spot where he had stood so long when they went up, Mr. Carleton paused again for a minute. In mountain scenery every hour makes a change. The sun was lower now, the lights and shadows more strongly contrasted, the sky of a yet calmer blue, cool and clear towards the horizon. The scene said still the same that it had said a few hours before, with a touch more of sadness; it seemed to whisper " All things have an end-thy time may not be for ever do what thou wouldest do- while ye have light believe in the light that ye may be children of the light."" Whether Mr. Carleton read it so or not, he stood for a minute motionless, and went down the mountain looking so grave that Fleda did not venture to speak to him, till they reached the neighborhood of the spring. "What are you searching for, Miss Fleda?" said her friend. She was making a busy quest here and there by the side of the little stream. "I was looking to see if I could find a mullein leaf," said Fleda. A mullein leaf? what do you want it for?" "I want it-to make a drinking cup of," said Fleda; her intent bright eyes peering keenly about in every direction. "A mullein leaf! that is too rough; one of these golden leaves-what are they?-will do better; won't it?" "That is hickory," said Fleda. "No; the mullein leaf is the best, because it holds the water so nicely,-Here it is!" And folding up one of the largest leaves into a most artist-like cup, she presented it to Mr. Carleton. "For me was all that trouble?" said he. "I don't deserve it." "You wanted something, sir," said Fleda. "The water is very cold and nice." He stooped to the bright little stream, and filled his rural goblet several times. "I never knew what it was to have a fairy for my cup-bearer before," said he. "That was better than anything Bordeaux or Xeres ever sent forth." He seemed to have swallowed his seriousness, or thrown it away with the mullein leaf. It was quite gone. 46 "This is the best spring in all grandpa's ground," said Fleda. The water is as good as can be." "How come you to be such a wood and water spirit? you must live out of doors. Do the trees ever talk to you? I sometimes think they do to me." "I don't know-I think I talk to them," said Fleda. "It's the same thing," said her companion, smiling. "Such beautiful woods!" "Were you never in the country before in the fall, sir?" "Not here-in my own country often enoughbut the woods in England do not put on such a gay face, Miss Fleda, when they are going to be stripped of their summer dress-they look sober upon itthe leaves wither and grow brown, and the wools have a dull russet color. Your trees are true Ya:kees-they never say die!" EMILY C. JUDSON. MISS EMILY CHUBBUCK was born at Morrisville, a town of Central New York. Soon after ceasing to be a school girl, with a view of adding to the limited means of her family and increasing her own knowledge, she became a teacher in a female seminary at Utica. It was with similar views that she commenced her literary career by writing a few poems for the Knickerbocker Magazine, and some little books for children, of a religious character, for the American Baptist Publication Society. In 1844 she sent a communication to the New York Weekly Mirror, with the signature of "Fanny Forester." Mr. Willis, the editor, wrote warmly in favor of the writer, who soon became a frequent contributor to his paper. Vanny Forester While passing the winter at Philadelphia with a clerical friend, the Rev. Mr. Gillette, Miss Chubbuck became acquainted with Dr. Judson, the celebrated Baptist missionary. He had recently lost his second wife, and applied to the young author to write her biography. Intimacy in the preparation of the work led to such mutual liking that the pair were married not long after, in July, 1846, and sailed immediately for India. They arrived at the missionaries' residence at Maulmain, where they resided until Dr. Judson fell sick, and was ordered home by his physicians His wife was unable to accompany him, and he embarked in a very weak state in the early part of 1850 for America. He died at sea on the twelfth of April of the same year. His widow returned not long after, her own health impaired by an Eastern climate, and after lingering a few months, died on the first of June, 1854. Mrs. Judson was the author of Alderbrook, a Collection of Fanny Forester's Village Sketches and Poems, in two volumes, published in 1846. A Biographical Sketch of Mrs. Sarah B. Judson, 1849. An Olio of Domestic Verses, 1852, a collection of her poems; How to be Great, Good, and Happy, a volume designed for children; a small prose volume, My Two Sisters, a Sketch from Memory, and a number of other poems and prose sketches for various periodicals. The sprightliness and tenderness of Mrs. Judson's early sketches gained her a reputation which was rapidly extended by her subsequent publications, especially by those embodying, in a simple and unostentatious manner, her wider experiences of life as the wife of a missionary. The modest title of her collection of poems is an indication of her character, but should not be suffered to overshadow the merits of the choice contents of the book. One of the latest productions of Mrs. Judson's pen was an admirable letter in defence of her children's property in her deceased husband's literary remains. His papers had been placed in the hands of President Wayland, and incorporated by him in a life of their author, when a rival and unauthorized work from the same materials was announced, and finally published. The letter of Mrs. Judson was addressed to the publisher of the last named volume, and came before the public, in the evidence produced on the trial of the alleged invasion of copyright. It deserves to be remembered not only from the interest connected with the circumstances which called it forth, but as a spirited and well reasoned assertion of the rights of literary property. Of golden-nested birds in heaven were singing; And with a lulling sound The music floats around, And drops like balm into the drowsy ear; Of the Sepoy's distant drum, And lazy beetle ever droning near, The lizard with his mouse-like eyes, At such strange quiet after day's harsh din; And looks about, And with his hollow feet, In such a tricksy, winsome sort of way, The bells a melancholy murmur ring, More heavily the shadows fall, Where juts the rough beam from the wall; With fresher gusts of air; The beetle's drone Turns to a dirge-like solitary moan; Night deepens, and I sit, in cheerless doubt, alone. ANNE CHARLOTTE BOTTA. ANNE C. LYNCH was born at Bennington, Vermont. Her father, at the age of sixteen, joined the United Irishmen of his native country, and was an active participant in the rebellion of 1798. He was offered pardon and a commission in the English army on the condition of swearing allegiance to the British government. On his refusal, he was imprisoned for four years, and then banished. He came to America, married, and died in Cuba during a journey undertaken for the benefit of his health, a few years after the birth of his daughter. After receiving an excellent education at a ladies' seminary in Albany, Miss Lynch removed to Providence, where she edited, in 1841, the Rhode Island Book, a tasteful selection from the writings of the authors of that state. She soon after came to the city of New York, where she has since resided. A collection of Miss Lynch's poems has been published in an elegant volume, illustrated by Durand, Huntington, Darley, and other leading American artists. Miss Lynch is also favorably known as a prose writer by her contributions of essays and tales to the magazines of the day. In 1855, Miss Lynch was married to Mr. Vin Speak low!-tread softly through these halls; The monarchs of the mind. A mighty spirit host they come,. Oh, child of Earth! when round thy path And when thy brothers pass thee by Here shall the poets chant for thee TO WITH FLOWERS. Go, ye sweet messengers, To that dim-lighted room Where lettered wisdom from the walls Sheds a delightful gloom. Where sits in thought profound One in the noon of life, Whose flashing eye and fevered brow Tell of the inward strife; Who in those wells of lore Seeks for the pearl of truth, And to Ambition's fever dream Gives his repose and youth. To him, sweet ministers, Ye shall a lesson teach; Thoughts fresh as your own hues Of Nature and of GOD. PARKE GODWIN. PARKE GODWIN was born at Paterson, New Jersey, February 25, 1816. His father was an officer of the war of 1812, and his grandfather a soldier of the Revolution. He was educated at Kinderhook, and entered Princeton College in 1831, where he was graduated in 1834. He then studied law at Paterson, N. J., and having removed to the West, was admitted to practice in Kentucky, but did not pursue the profession. In 1837, he became assistant editor of the Evening Post, in which position he remained, with a single year excepted, to the close of 1853-thirteen years of active editorial life. In February, 1843, Parke Korun Mr. Godwin commenced the publication of a weekly, political, and literary Journal, somewhat on the plan of Mr. Leggett's Plaindealer, entitled "The Pathfinder." Mr. John Bigelow, at present associated with Mr. Bryant in the proprietorship and editorship of the Post, and the author of a volume of travels, Jamaica in 1850, contributed a number of articles to this journal. Though well conducted in all its departments, it was continued but about three months, when it was dropped with the fifteenth number. During the period of Mr. Godwin's connexion with the Post, besides his constant articles in the journal, he was a frequent contributor to the Democratic Review, where numerous papers on free trade, political economy, democracy, course of civilization, the poetry of Shelley, and the series on law reformers, Bentham, Edward Livingston, and others; and the discussion of the subject of Law Reform, in which the measures taken in the state of New York were anticipated, are from his pen. He has since written a similar series of papers on the public questions of the day, in Putnam's Monthly Magazine, with which he is prominently connected. In 1850, he published a fanciful illustrated tale, entitled Vala, in which he turned his acquaintance with the quaint mythologies of the north, and the poetic arts connecting the world of imagination with the world of reality, to the illustration of incidents in the life of Jenny Lind. It is a succession of pleasant pictures constructed with much ingenuity. The volume was published in quarto with illustrations, by the author's friends, Hicks, Rossiter, Wolcott, and Whitley. Another proof of Mr. Godwin's acquaintance with German literature, is his translation of Goethe's Autobiography, published by Wiley in New York, and adopted by Bohn in London; and of a series of the tales of Zschokke. He has written besides a popular account of Fourier's writings, and a small volume on Constructive Democracy. It is understood that he has been for some time engaged on a book to be entitled The History and Organization of Labor, and the preparation of another, The Nineteenth Century, with its Leading Men and Movements. He has also promised the public a book of travels, A Winter Harvest, the result of a visit to Europe a few years since, during which he had personal interviews with the leading French and English political reformers. John C Taxi. In 1849 Mr. Saxe published a volume of Poems including Progress, a Satire, originally delivered at a college commencement, and a number of shorter pieces, many of which had previously appeared in the Knickerbocker Magazine. In the same year Mr. Saxe delivered a poem on The Times before the Boston Mercantile Library Association. This production is included in the enlarged edition of his volume, in 1852. He has since frequently appeared before the public on college and other anniversaries, as the poet of the occasion, well armed with the light artillery of jest and epigram. In the summer of 1855 he pronounced a brilliant poem on Literature and the Times, at the Second Anniversary of the Associate Alumni of the Free Academy in New York. RHYME OF THE RAIL Singing through the forests, Men of different "stations" With a loose-ish mien ; Looking rather green. Stranger on the right, Something rather funny. Stranger on the left, Closing up his peepers, Gives the explanation, Ancient maiden lady She is out of danger! Woman looks at me; Are so very shocking! Feeling that a smash, If it came, would surely Rumbling over bridges, BONNET TO A CLAM. Dum tacent clamant. Inglorious friend! most confident I am Though thou art tender, yet thy humble bard MY BOYHOOD. Ah me! those joyous days are gone! How fleeting were the hours! And Santaclaus, rejoice! When heaven was pictured to my thought, (In spite of all my mother taught Of happiness serene) A theatre of boyish plays- Without a school between! Ah me! these joyous days are gone; I little dreamt till they were flown, How fleeting were the hours! For, lest he break the pleasing spell, Time bears for youth a muffled bell, And hides his face in flowers! JESSE AMES SPENCER WAS born June 17, 1816, at Hyde Park, Dutchess county, New York. His father's family, originally from England, came over with the colony which founded Saybrook, Connecticut. On his mother's side (her name was Ames) he claims distant connexion with Fisher Ames, the orator and patriot. Having removed to New York city in the year 1825, he received a good English education, and for several years was an assistant to his father as city surveyor. He chose at first to learn a trade, and acquired a competent knowledge of the printing business with Sleight & Robinson at the age of 17. He then determined to engage in preparation for the sacred ministry. He entered Columbia College in 1834, and was graduated with high classical honors in 1837. He then pursued the course at the General Theological Seminary of the Protestant Episcopal Church, and was ordained deacon July, 1840. He accepted the rectorship of St. James's church, Goshen, New York, directly after. Health having failed him in 1842, by advice of his physicians, he spent the winter of 1842-3 at Nice, Sardinia. Returning to New York in 1843, he devoted himself to teaching, in schools and privately, to editing a juvenile magazine, The Young Churchman's Miscellany, and other literary labors. Early in the year 1848 he had a severe illness; was again sent abroad; travelled through England, Scotland, etc., during the summer in company with Mr. George W. Pratt. With the same gentleman he arrived in Alexandria in December, 1848; ascended the Nile, spent some months in Egypt, crossed the desert in March, 1849, travelled through the Holy Land, and in May of the same year left for Europe. He reached New York in August, 1849. The following year he accepted the professorship of Latin and Oriental languages in Burlington College, New Jersey. He was afterwards nominated for professor of ecclesiastical history in the General Theological Seminary, and failed of the appointment by only one vote. He was chosen editor and secretary of the General Protestant Episcopal Sunday School Union and Church Book Society, November, 1851, which office he still holds. Dr. Spencer's writings are, a volume of Discourses, in 1843; a History of the English Refor mation, 18mo., 1846; an edition of the New Tes tament in Greek, with Notes on the Historical Books, 12mo., 1847; Cæsar's Commentaries, with copious Notes, Lexicon, etc., 12mo., 1848; and a volume of foreign travel, Egypt and the Holy Land, the first edition of which appeared in 1849. Dr. Spencer has edited a valuable series of classical books by the late T. K. Arnold, and has contributed largely to the current literature of the time. FREDERICK WILLIAM SHELTON WAS born at Jamaica, Queens County, Long Island, where his father, Dr. Nathan Shelton, a graduate of Yale, lived, much respected as a physician. The son was graduated at the College of New Jersey in 1834. He subsequently employed much of his time in literature at his home on Long Island, writing frequently for the Knickerbocker Magazine, to which he contributed a series of local humorous sketches, commencing with The Kushow Property, a tale of Crowhill in 1848, and followed by The Tinnecum Papers, and other miscellaneous articles, including several refined criticisms of Vincent Bourne, Charles Lamb, and other select authors. In 1837, Mr. Shelton published anonymously his first volume, The Trollopiad; or Travelling Gentlemen in America, a satire, by Nil Admi rari, Esq., dedicated to Mrs. Trollope. It is in rhyming pentameter, shrewdly sarcastic, and |