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and as pressed it to my own, the fountain 0f tears was opened, and I wept as if my head were water. have but a slim re- collection of what foIlowed-I only know that I remained weeping aud motionless till the coming on of twilight. aud that was then taken tenderly by the hand, and led away where saw the coun,enances of parents and sisters.

 Many years have gone by upon the wings "f light and shadow, but the scenes I have portrayed still come over me, at times, with terrible distinc,neSs. The old oak yet stands at the baso of the preci- pice, but its limbs are black aud dead, and its hollow trunk, looking upwards to the sky, as if calling to the clouds for drink, is an emblem of rapid and noiseless decay. A year ago I visited the spot, and the though hts ofby gone days came mournfUAy back to me-,houghts of the little innocent being who fell by my side like some beau- tiful tree of spring rent up by the whirl- wind iH the midst of it's blossoMsng. But I remembered-and oh there was joy in the memory-that she had gone where no Iightnings slumber in the folds of the rain- bow cloud, and where the sunlit waters are never broken by tho storm breath of Om- impotence.

 My reader will understand why I shrink in terror from the thunder. Even the consciousness of security is no reliefto to me my fear has assumed the nature ofan in- stinct, and seems indeed part of my exis- teNce.