From the Trenton Emporium. THE STRANGER GUEST.
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 Of foreign garb, and fearful brow"

 The first time visited Philadelphia was in the depth of an unusally cold winter. some 1 fifteen or twenty years ago. The morning left Albany recollect the weather was hazy, these were at first disregarded-butI had not proceeded half days journey before it set in to snow the wind arose from the north- west, and so intensly cold did the tempest l come on that was glad to seek a shelter in small hut. half hid among the pine trees, and only discerned from the road by thin CO., lums of smoke they asceDded from the rude l chimney which scarcely protruded itself l through the rOOf-Humble as was this hab- 1 itation, I was welcomed to share in the small 1 comforti 1t afforded; and chose it much ra- ther than

 "Bide the peltings of the pitiless storm''

 without. I was welcomed, say, for Ihad a slight acquaintance with the Huberts; ! know them as a family once in affluent circumstan- ces, but by fortune that was inpenetrable as the mysteries of the tomb, a fate the secret history of which was locked up in their own bosoms. reduced to far deeper poverty than the peasant knows--tO life of want and wO. Penury does not always touch the heart: and it was easy to read, in glance at the group that gathered round the blaze Op that eve hing that the bas0ms of the Huberts had left deeper stabs that even simple penury could give. ~ The cabin was rudely formed of logs, from between which the clay plastering here and there having fallen out, left large crevices {; and one single room was all the dwelling con- tained. The furniture consisted of a couple of benches, an old stand, and few wooden dishes. In none of these were to seen the remains of that opulence of which learned the Huberts once were the possessors, but it was found in their family attire and the air still fingered about them. The old lady though negigently dressed had about her those touches of taste and refinement which cannot deceive. and Ellen Hubert though her cheeks were thin and pale, and her eyes heavy, perhaps with weeping. carried with her that grace of manner, and expression that reminded me of captive fairy in some deso- late region.

 She was young and fair; for, sorrow as if proud of its victims. only adds more deli cate. and'moving, and pathetic loveliness to beauty. As gazed, first on her then on the prattiing eherub. that stood beside her, a child of but three or four years, 1 read, thought with too great certainty, the cause of so much grief. The mother shone in every fea- ture of the infant-But the next hour left me unsatisfed: for when the little object of her care slept, Ellen Hubert became the melancholy girl, I had heard her called but when it played upon her lap, or caught her