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debald Gower in America. But be that as it may, England never received any more harm from the NORTH SEA PIRATE.

THE LOST HEIR.

BY H. J. VERNON.

ELL flown, falcon-see how it mounts up into the clouds-the heron has it-on, on knights and ladies fair, or we shall not be in at the death!" As the speaker ceased, the falcon, which had been mounting in gyrations growing narrower and narrower as it ascended above its prey, suddenly stooped from its height, and shooting upon the heron, like a thunderbolt, bore the huge bird in its talons to the earth. The swoop and the descent passed with the rapidity of lightning, and in a moment after the gallant train were galloping to the assistance of the falcon.

Their way led along the high bank of the river, from whose reedy margin the heron had been roused. The path was often broken, and difficult to traverse; but so eager were all to reach the desired point that no one appeared to mind these inequalities. Suddenly the path made an almost precipitous descent, and while a portion of the train Cashed recklessly down the steep, the more prudent checked their course, and sought a less dangerous road. By this means the party became divided, that which remained on the brow of the hill being by far the more numerous. The other group consisting, indeed, of but three individuals-a falconer, a page, and the niece of their master, the Earl of Torston. The palfrey of the latter was one of rare speed, and it was with difficulty that the two servitors could keep up with their beautiful and high-spirited mistress.

"On, Ralph-ay, Leoline, you are falling bebind," she said, glancing around at her companions as the distance between them rapidly increased.

ing with her train that she had been surprised, as we have related, by a band of Scottish marauders, with the intention of profiting by her ransom.

For some hours the party continued their flight with unabated speed, concealing themselves in the depths of the forests, until they had left the possessions of Lord Torston, and gained a range of barren and desolate hills, where there was little likelihood of meeting with interruption. The object of the capturers was obviously to bear off their prize across the border, so rapidly as to defy all measures to be taken for her rescue.

The Lady Eleanor was not, however, without considerable energy of character, arising in part no doubt from the stormy times in which she lived, for she had listened so often to the tales of her ancestor's deeds that she felt it would derogate from her, even though a maiden, not to show a portion of the same spirit in disaster. As they were hurried along, therefore, she busied herself in revolving a plan for her escape. But she could think of no feasible scheme without the co-operation of her servitors, and they were kept so far in the rear, and guarded so carefully, that any communication with them, she saw would be impossible. In this perplexity she breathed a silent prayer to the virgin, and was about resigning herself to her fate when the wail of a bugle broke upon her ear, and looking up she beheld three horsemen crossing the brow of a hill a few yards distant. At the same moment the marauders recognized the new comers as enemies, and hurrying their captives into the rear, prepared for the fray.

"Ah! what have we here?" exclaimed the leader of the men-at-arms, a bold, stalwart youth, just verging into manhood, turning to his companions; "by St. George, a pack of Scottish thieves-and there is a lady among them, a prisoner, I trow, for she is dressed like a maiden of rank. What say you, comrades-we are three good men against yon dozen varlets-shall we attempt a rescue ?"

"Ay, ah, Harry Bowbent, lead on," exclaimed the leader of his companions, "for though your

To the right-to the right!" shouted the fal- blood is often over-hot, yet who could refuse to coner, "the heron has fallen in the marsh!"

The maiden suddenly drew her rein in, to follow this direction, but as she did so a half a score of men, attired as Scottish borderers, started from the thickets around, and seizing her bridle, and that of her attendants, vanished with them into the recesses of the forest. All efforts at resistance were precluded by the numbers of the assailants, and lest the two servitors should alarm their now rapidly approaching companions, they were hastily gagged. The whole party then set forward at a brisk pace toward the neighboring Scottish border.

charge yon Scottish knaves in such a cause ?"

The marauders had meanwhile, drawn themselves up across the road, and when the three menat-arms spurred their horses to the charge, the Scots received them by stepping briskly aside, and striking at the animals with their huge swords. One of the assailants were thus brought to the ground at the first onset; but the one called Bowbent, and his elder companion, bore each a Scotman to the earth with his long lance, then taking to their swords, struck about them with such fury as to finish the contest in a space of time almost as short as that which it takes to narrate it. They did not, however, gain this victory without cost. Both the youth and his elder comrade were wound

was killed. Several of the marauders fell on the field, and the others took to flight.

The Lady Eleanor was one of the most beautiful maidens of the north of England, and her expectations from her childless uncle were equalled only by her charms. Already had many a gallanted, while the man-at-arms, who had been unhorsed, knight broken a lance in defence of her beauty, or sought even more openly to win her for his bride. But to all alike she bore the same demeanor. Her heart was as yet untouched. Gay, sportive, full of wit, and not altogether unconscious of her exalted station, the heiress of three baronies continued to be the idol of her uncle, and the admiration of the English chivalry. It was while engaged in hawk

"Poor Jasper," said the youth, looking mournfully upon his slain follower, "your life was soon ended! God help me! misfortunes scem to attend on all who espouse my fortunes." And after regarding the dead man a moment longer, the youth turned away with a sigh, to fulfil his remaining

duty, by inquiring whom he had rescued, and offering to conduct her to a place of safety.

Meanwhile the Lady Eleanor had been an anxious, though, admiring spectator of the contest, and many a prayer did she breathe for the success of her gallant rescuers. The boldness of the youth, especially aroused her interest, and her heart beat faster and her breath came quicker whenever he seemed on the point of being overpowered. As he now moved toward her, she felt, she knew not why, the color mounting in her cheeks, and as he raised his visor, she could not but acknowledge that the countenance beneath vied with, and even excelled, in manly beauty and frankness of expression, any she had ever seen. The youth, however, had just began to express, in the courtly language of the day, his delight at having come up so opportunely, when a sudden paleness shot over his countenance, and after endeavoring vainly to speak, he sank fainting to the ground.

not long before the Lady Eleanor found that in attending her patient she had lost her heart.

Nor was the wounded youth less inspired by affection for his fair physician. Gratitude for her kindness to say nothing of her sweetness and beauty, had long since won his most devoted love. And now, as they sat together, one might perceive, by the heightened color on the cheek of the maiden, and the unresisting manner in which her hand lay in that of the youth, that the mutual affections had just been revealed to each other in words.

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His companion looked at him chidingly. “No, not that, dearest. But yet I would I could remove this uncertainty that hangs around my birth. I am at least a gentleman born-of that I "It is only the ugly wound in his side," said his have always been assured; I am, moreover a older companion, noticing the alarm in the maid-knight; but whether the son of a peer, or of one en's countenance, "he has fainted from loss of with only a single fee, I know not. Until this unblood." certainty can be removed, I cannot pretend openly to aspire to your hand. I almost fear that my honor may be questioned, thus to plight my vows with you, dearest Eleanor; yet fate, which has thrown us together, has some meaning in her freak."

66 Can he not be borne to the castle? Here, Ralph, Leoline, a litter for the wounded man-but sce, he revives."

The wounded youth opened his eyes faintly, and gazed upon the maiden as she spoke, and then closed them as if in pain.

"He has fainted again," said the Lady Eleanor, 66 "cannot the blood be staunched? I have some slight skill in the healing art-let me at least bind up his wounds."

Taking a scarf from her neck as she spoke, the maiden proceeded to examine the hurts of the young man-at-arms, and having carefully bound them up, during which operation the reviving sufferer testified his mute gratitude by his looks, she allowed him to be placed on the rude litter her servitors had hastly prepared for him, and then the whole party set out to return to the castle.

It was a fortnight after the above events, and the wounded youth was now convalescent. The room in which he sat was a large old gothic apartment, but the mild breath of summer stealing through the open window, and bearing the odor of flowers upon its bosom, gave a freshness to that old chamber, which banished, for the time, its gloominess. The invalid was sitting up, and by his side was the Lady Eleanor, gazing up into his eyes with a look which a woman bestows only upon the one she loves.

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May it prove indeed so," said the maiden. "But you say you were always told you were noble born. Who assured you of this? Indeed, I must hear your history, for who knows," continued she, archly, "but I may unravel your riddle ?"

"Of my early life I know little, though I remember events as far back as infancy, yet it is but faintly, as we often remember incidents in a dream. Indeed, I have often thought that the memories may be nothing more than vague recollections of dreams themselves happening so far back in my childhood as to seem like realities. Be that as it may, I have these shadowy impressions of living when very young in a large old castle, with hosts of retainers, and being served as if I was the owner of all. I remember also of a fine, noble-looking man, and a lovely lady who used to take me in her arms and smile upon me. One day-it seems but yesterday, and I remember this more distinctly than anything elsc-I was taken out by my attendants, who were, I suspect, attacked and overpowered, for I found myself rudely scized by a rough soldier, at whom I cried, and by whom I was carried off. I never saw any of my attendants more. Every face around me was new, and for days I thought my heart would break. I think I must have been carried into Scotland, for as I grew up the country around looked barren like it, and my protectors were continually returning from forays over the border, on the Southron, as they called us. Besides, even yet I have somewhat of their accent in my speech.

On reaching the castle, the Lady Eleanor, in the absence of her uncle, ordered the utmost attention to be paid to the wounded young man. In consequence, the best room in the castle was allotted to him, and in the absence of a better leech, and in compliance with the customs of the time, the Lady Eleanor herself became his physician. Opportu nities were thus presented for their being together, which, as he grew more convalescent became dangerous to the peace of both. Perhaps it was hiselled much, but finally settled in France. Those dependence on her skill; perhaps it was that she had expected no refinement whatever in one apparently of such questionable rank; perhaps—but no matter-like many a one before and since, it was

"I could not have been but a very young child, however, when I changed my protectors, and went beyond the sea. For two or three years we trav

with whom I resided were of the better sort of peasants, and consisted of an old woman and her daughter. We were often visited by a stern, dark man, whom 1 was told was a knight. He indeed,

must have been the person who was my real protector, for after a while, my habitation was again changed, and I became the resident of an old decayed fortalice, where a warden and one or two servants constituted the whole household. Here I remained for many years, and until I was past my boyhood. I saw no more of my imagined protector, but I have every reason to believe he owned the old castle, where, by-the-by, I picked up some knowledge of war-like exercises; sufficient indeed, to fit me at the age of eighteen, to be sent to the army as a man-at-arms. I served a campaign under the banner of the Sieur de Lorenge, to whom I had been recommended by, I suppose, my unknown protector. His secret agency, I have no doubt, was exerted in procuring me to be knighted. Since then I have been thrown upon my own resources, and for a couple of years have served in Flanders; but wishing to discover, if possible, my real birth, I left the continent, and reaching England, set out on this apparently insane search. I have been engaged in it more than half a year, and have yet obtained no clue to my parentage. I judge it, however, to be English, from my having been brought up in Scotland, for I was certainly taken prisoner in a foray. And now, dearest, you have my history-and what, alas! do you know of me, except that I am a penniless, unknown knight, hunting through this broad realm for a parentage?"

The maiden did not answer the question of her lover directly, but seemed lost in thought. She gazed wonderingly upon the speaker, and said:

"Strange!-if it should prove to be so!" Wondering at her inexplicable question, her lover said:

"What is strange, dearest ?"

But scarcely had this inquiry been made, when a servant appeared, informing the lovers that the uncle of the Lady Eleanor had arrived unexpectedly from court, and begged at once to be allowed to pay his thanks to the brave knight who had rescued his niece.

It was a fortnight later in our history. A small cavalcade was winding along a romantic road, late in the aftenoon. At its front rode two knights, completely armed, except as to their heads, which were covered with light caps, instead of helmets. A palfrey, upon which rode a lady, and the numerous handmaidens in the group showed the cavalcade to be that of a lady of rank.

Suddenly the procession reached the brow of a hill, overlooking a wide reach of pasture and woodland. An extensive valley stretched below, through which meandered a stream, that now glittered in the sunlight, and was now lost to sight as it entered the mazes of the forest. In the very centre of the valley, and on a gentle elevation, stood a large and extensive castle, its defences reaching completely around the low hill upon which it stood. As the prospect broke upon the sight, the two knights drew in their reins, and the elder, turning to the younger one, whom the reader will instantly recognize as the hero of our tale said:

"Yonder is Torston castle, and in less than an hour, we shall be within its walls."

"And a noble fortress it is, my lord. I have seen many, both in this fair realm and in France, but few to equal yon proud castle."

"The landscape is itself a fine one," said Lord Torston, "though few of our profession of arms have an eye for beauty."

"The rudest boor, my lord, could not fail to admire this scene. And yet it does not seem wholly new to me. I have an indistinct impression of having beheld something like it before."

"Perhaps in some fair valley of France. But we must push on, or we shall not reach the castle until nightfall."

A brisker pace, however, soon brought the cavalcade to the outskirts of the domain. Descending the hill, they passed amid verdant woods and open lawns, and villages scattered here and there, until they reached the immediate vicinity of the castle, and in a few minutes more, they entered the large gateway, and drew up in the court-yard. Everything around seemed to recall to the mind of the young knight some long forgotten dream; and when alighting, they entered the hall, with its raised table at the upper end, and the large antlers surmounting the dais, it appeared to him as if he had returned to some favorite place on which he had been wont to gaze in days long gone by. Suddenly he paused, looked eagerly around, placed his hand to his brow, and said:

"My lord, this is strange. It seems to me as if I knew this place, and every step only reveals some old remembered feature to me. It cannot be that I have dreamed of it."

"No, Sir Henry you have not. You have seen it, but long ago. I have suspected this for some days, but I am now convinced."

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My lord," said the young knight, with a be wildered air, "what mean you? It cannot be, yet your words, your looks, your gestures, imply itam I to find this castle my birthplace?"

"Yes, my son!" exclaimed the baron, unable longer to control the emotions which had been swelling for days in his bosom, "and in me you find a father," opening his arms, his long-lost son fell into them.

"I no sooner saw your face," said the father, when these emotions had subsided sufficiently to admit an explanation, "that I felt a yearning towards you, for it reminded me of your mother. But when I heard your story," he continued, "it tallied so completely with the loss of my only son, that I suspected at once that you were my child. Your age, too, agreed with what his should have been. Unwilling, however, to make known my belief, I enjoined silence on my niece, determined to bring you here, in order to see if the sight of your birthplace would awaken old recollections in your bosom. I have succeeded. I do not doubt but that you are my son—and now, let me lead you to your cousin, who, by this time, will have changed her apparel, and be ready to receive us."

"One moment, only," said Sir Henry, "I have that here, which as yet I have shown to no one. It is a ring I wore on my neck when a child. Here it is."

"God be praised, my son," said the old baron, "for removing every doubt! This is your mother's wedding ring, which after her death, you wore around your neck," and the long-separated father and son again embraced, while tears of joy and thankfulness stole down the old man's face.

Is it to be supposed that the Lady Eleanor looked more coldly on her lover, now that every difficulty in the way of their union was removed; or that the young heir was less eager to possess himself of his bride, because by wedding her he would preserve to her the possessions which otherwise she would lose? Truth compels us to answer both these questions in the negative. Scarcely a month had elapsed before the young knight led his blooming cousin to the altar, while his new-found father looked on with joy which he had thought as a childless man, he could never more have experienced. And in the proud array of England's proudest chivalry, which met at Torston castle to celebrate the nuptials, no one demeaned himself more gallantly than the young knight, now no longer Harry Bowbent, the soldier of fortune, but the heir of the richest earldom in the realm.

How He had Him.

A man named Wells kept a tavern in one of our Western villages, but though his house had a very good name, it was more than he had himself; for it was surmised by his neighbors that he used a great deal of fodder, corn, etc., for which he never gave an equivalent, though it had never been clearly proved upon him. Early one morning he was met by an acquaintance, named Wilkes, as he was driving before him a heifer, which he had most probably borrowed from some farmer.

"Halloo, Wells! where did you get the heifer ?" cried Wilkes.

"Bought her of Colonel Stevens," was the unhesitating reply.

"What did you pay for her?"

The African King. Alexander, of Macedonia, came, one day, to a distant province of Africa, rich in gold. The inhabitants went to meet him, carrying baskets full of gold and fruits. "Do you eat these fruits?" said Alexander; "I am not come to view your riches, but to learn your customs."

So they led him to the market, where their king gave judgment. Just then a citizen stepped forth and said, "O, king! I bought of this man a sack full of chaff, and have found in it a considerable treasure. The chaff is mine, but not the gold; and the man will not take it back. Speak to him, O, king, for it is his."

His adversary, also a citizen of the place, answered, "Thou art afraid lest thou shouldst retain something wrong, and I not fear to take it from thee. I sold thee this sack, including all that is contains. Keep thine own. Speak to him to this effect, O, king."

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The king asked the first if he had a son.
"Yes." He asked the other if he had a

swered,

daughter, and he also answered, “Yes.”

"Friends," said the king, "you are both honest people; unite your children to each other, and give them the newly-found treasure for a marriage dower. This is my decision."

Alexander was astonished when he heard this sentence. "Have I judged unrighteously?" said the king of the distant land, that thou art thus astonished?"

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By no means," answered Alexander; "but in our country it would have been otherwise." "And how?" inquired the African monarch. "The disputants," replied Alexander "would have lost their heads, and the treasure would have come into the hands of the king."

"Twenty dollars," said Wells, as he hurried on. About an hour afterwards, as Wilkes was sitting in Wells' bar-room, Colonel Stevens entered. After a few minutes' conversation, Wilkes said: "A fine animal that you sold Wells?" "I don't understand you; I never sold Wells drop rain upon you?"

any animal."

Didn't you? Why, I met him this morning with a heifer, which he said he bought of you for twenty dollars."

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He did, eh? Well, since he said so, he has got to pay me for her," said Stevens.

Wells entered soon after, and Stevens stepping up to him, said:

"Come, Wells, I'll trouble you for the money for that heifer; it was a cash bargain, you know." "I never bought any heifer from you."

"Don't you remember you bought one of me for twenty dollars? Here's Wilkes he can prove it."

"No he can't," said Wells.

"You told me so this morning," said Wilkes. A curious expression passed over Wells' face; he felt himself cornered; for he had either to tell where he he got the animal, or lose twenty dollars; and thinking it not safe for him to do the first, he pulled out his wallet, counting out the money, and handing it to Stevens, saying:

"So I did so I did. I had forgotten all about it; you must excuse me."

Two-thirds of the world are always engaged in fighting wind-mills.

The king smote his hands together, and said, "Does the sun shine with you, and does Heaven

Alexander answered, "Yes."

"Then must it be," he pursued "on account of the innocent animals that dwell in your land; for over such men ought no sun to shine, no heaven to rain."

SPEAK NOT HARSHLY.
Speak not harshly-much of care
Every human heart must bear;
Enough of shadows sadly play,
Around the veriest sunniest way;
Enough of sorrows darkly lie,
Veiled within the merriest eye.
By thy childhood's gushing tears,-
By the griefs of after years,-
By the anguish thou dost know,
Add not to another's woe.
Speak not harshly-much of sin
Dwelleth every heart within;
In its closely covered cells,
Many a wayward passion dwells,
By the many hours misspent,-
By the gifts of error lent,—
By the wrong thou didst not shun,-
By the good thou hast not done,—
With a lenient spirit scan
The weakness of thy brother man.

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THE PARABLE OF THE TALENTS. I doubled their money by trading with it; the centre

This month we give five illustrations from the twenty-fifth chapter of Matthew, embracing the Parable of the Talents. It is hardly necessary to inform any of our readers that a talent was a piece of money used in those days, and that it was one of considerable value. The first picture represents the rich man giving to one of his servants five talents, to another two, and to another one. The second picture shows how two of the servants

piece reveals the third servant hiding his single talent in the earth; below is pictured the return of the servants, two of them with golden offerings, the other empty-handed; and the last scene is the banishment of the unprofitable servant into outer darkness. This forms an interesting story in the manner in which it is related by St. Matthew, and the lesson it teaches is one of great value to young and old. Read this parable.

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