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fragments of trees or other obstructions encoun- The Levee, banking out the river and reclaimtered as they were hurled along, by the swollen, ing thousands of acres of valuable land between discoloured torrent. The little sufferer was its channel and the more or less distant bluffs, deprived of all sensibility, and his piteously consists of artificial mounds, thrown up, and bruised and lacerated person was now unresist- composed of cypress logs and clay, to the ingly tossed about and hurried onward by the height of about fifteen feet, and thirty at their muddy stream, amid logs and portions of build- base. At New Orleans, the spring floods often ings or trees, into the bayou, where the angry create a rise of twelve feet in the Mississippi, element sought its level.

causing the singular spectacle of a city lying Meanwhile the cries of Crevasse !" had as many feet below the threatening level of sounded in the ears of Mrs. Morel with fearful that mighty stream first seen by De Soto, associations of danger to her precious boy, until which receives the swelling waters of numerous the loss of all consciousness gave the relief of tributaries, during its circuitous and hurried temporary death. When sufficiently recovered, course of more than three thousand miles. the presence of strange faces around her For the two or three succeeding days after brought back the reality of her sad position. that on which the Widow Morel was left under Her first words were to call for Leopold, whilst the surveillance of strangers, who had mistaken the frantic manner and unintelligible nature of her misery for madness, the flooded city was her demand, to the strangers with whom she still navigated by small boats; and each day now chanced to be, gave rise to the thought brought intelligence to the housed inhabitants, that they had sheltered a poor maniac. When of newly discovered calamities. Among these the distressed mother more calmly insisted upon painful recitals was one of a fair-haired boy, personally going in search of her Leopold, at apparently nine years of age, drowned in the a moment when the streets were scarcely safe bayou, whose body, rescued by two sailors, to the stoutest man, there remained no doubt remained unclaimed by his friends. This sad in the minds of those around her, as to the story, on the third day of the flood, reached nature of the duty they had to perform. Gen- the mansion where Mrs. Morel was still a guest tle but positive restraint was now resorted to, against her will, and at the moment too when and the suffering stranger, while in a supposed its misjudging inmates had succeeded in securlucid interval, was promised that efforts more ing a place in the lunatic department of the effective than her own should at once be made, hospital, for the bereaved mother whom Heato find her lost Leopold. Orders were accord- ven had permitted them thus accidentally to ingly given in her hearing, but with the accompanying wink that negatives their fulfilment, Expressions of regret and well-founded symthat the servants of the house should with all pathy now came too late, as they mostly do, possible speed and assistance, go towards the when deep and irreparable injuries or neglect cemetery in search of the lost boy.

have been inflicted. The opulent are as helpThe poor afflicted widow gradually sank into less in restoring life, as the poor and suffering a state of calm submission to the will of heaven; to whom it is equally precious; and the beher good sense told her how vain were her own reaved mother heard the idle words, feeling individual exertions to aid in finding her son, that God alone could bring quiet or resignation and her drooping heart seemed yet sustained to her lonely heart. by hope, and her burning brain relieved by Each succeeding spring, for some years after tears. Her mind dwelt unavoidably upon the the date of our story, a fragile pale woman dreadful consequences to life and property that might be seen strewing fresh flowers upon an had been known to follow a serious break or unostentatious tomb, where more newly-made crevasse in the Levee, occasioned by a sudden or letters from the sculptor's chisel had added to great rise in the Mississippi; and then she the words “My Emma,” those of “My LEOwould attempt to persuade herself, against her POLD,” with only these simple lines : better judgment, that possibly Leopold had been able to reach his home before the severity

“Twins in a mother's love and care,

Though doomed this narrow grave to share, of the storm, or at least before the greater

Their spirits shall in union rise, danger from the crevasse.

To claim the mansion of the skies.”


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HEN, like

a sullen exile driven forth, Southward December drags

his icy chain, He graves fair pictures of his

native North On the crisp window-pane. So some pale captive blurs

with lips unshorn The latticed glass, and shapes

rude outlines there, With listless finger, and a look


Cheating his dull despair. The fairy fragments of some Arctic scene

I see to-night; blank wastes of polar snow,
Ice-laden boughs, feathery pines that lean

Over ravines below.
Black frozen lakes, and icy peaks blown bare,

Break the white surface of the crusted pane;
And spear-like leaves, long ferns, and blossoms fair,

Linked in a silvery chain.

Draw me, I pray thee, by this slender thread,

Fancy, thou sorceress, bending vision-wrought O'er that dim well perpetually fed

By the clear springs of thought! Northward I turn, and tread those dreary strands,

Lakes where the wild-fowl breed, the swan abides ;Shores where the white fox, burrowing in the sands,

Harks to the droning tides.
And seas where, drifting on a raft of ice,

The she-bear rears her young, and cliffs so high
The dark-winged birds that emulate their rise

Melt through the pale blue sky.

There, all night long, with far diverging rays,

And stalking shades, the red Auroras glow; From the keen heaven, mock suns with pallid blaze

Light up the Arctic snow.

Guide me, I pray, along those waves remote,

That deep unstartled from its primal rest; Some errant sail, the fisher's lone light boat,

Borne waif-like on its breast I

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