partner in a store of goods. To him the Lone One engaged, to tend store and office, and boarded in the neat little home of Moses the lawyer, where the happy life of Moses and Abby, and the kind and loving heart of Mary, the sister of Abby, made social life attractive, almost fascinating, to the lone heart of the orphan. Not many months was he in this house before he found his heart involuntarily leaning toward Mary; for she was beautiful and lovely, externally and internally; both body and mind were attractive. How could such a being fail to call out the love of an ardent soul, which was more than full? For a time he yielded to the delightful emotions of a pure attraction, and spent some happy hours in her society; but she was his superior in years and experience, and soon began to check the wild hopes and youthful fancies of his soul, and turned his feelings to, and through, his intellect. Then he reflected on his condition in poverty and disgrace; but she had too noble a soul to despise him for his birth; but to live in poverty and dependence was too severe a trial for her delicate frame, reared in tenderness and wealth, in a seaport town, as it was. The soul of the Lone One had been too much awakened to remain and endure the presence of one he loved so devotedly, and early in the spring of '35 he collected his little earnings, and called on his old friends to give a farewell parting to each, and last, but not least, a final sitting with Mary. Those who know need not be told, and those who do not, cannot understand, the feelings which this parting produced; for now, if not before, he knew she loved him, and he long before knew he loved her; and the chord must be broken, never more to be united. They parted, never met again, nor exchanged one word by correspondShe was married not many years after to a friend of his, who was often called by the same name, for his middle name

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was the same as the first of the Lone One, and lived a few years with him, and then went home to live with the angels, where more congenial society for her refined soul could be enjoyed. The tie must break, but he felt what Shakspeare wrote, "A fiend as dear as thee might bear my soul to hell," or Moore, in

"O, grief beyond all other griefs! when fate
First leaves the young heart lone and desolate
In the wide world, without that tie

For which it loved to live or feared to die.

Lorn as the hung-up lute, which ne'er hath spoken
Since the sad day its master-chord was broken."

It is not probable that the heart of the Lone One will ever, in this life, drop this subject; but we will drop it here, and ask thee, reader, if thee was ever in New Hampshire in an election-storm, or town-meeting-time? If not, I shall not attempt to describe. that either, for only those who have been "out in it" can know how it blows, and beats, and makes the stout hearts bend as reeds before Mudgekeewis." One of these annual monsoons passed over New Hampshire a few days before the Lone One left, and he was out in it, trying, with others, to elect his democratic friend, Moses, to the legislature. They failed this time, but afterward it became easy to elect him even to Congress, and the U. S. Senate, where he lived and died, many years after, with democratic honors, but not many others. The Lone One soon learned that Democracy was more a name to elect persons with, than a principle; and that nearly all political strife was personal, and only personal. The boys, old and young, great and small, in that state, think it requires a great man to hold a seat in the legislature, and that to be. elected is a great honor; but those who obtain it usually find it of little worth, except to lengthen the name by a prefix of Hon., but seldom makes a man honorable. Society is a three-fold structure, corresponding to our houses, with the social relations. for the basis, or foundation, cemented with love in marriage, ---when there is any in it, and with the political relations for the frame, finished and braced with officers, and with the covering, or third part, of religion, nailed with rusty preachers, or bright and new ones, and sometimes painted with creeds, red with the fire of a pit, or black with eternal doom, or white with universal salvation, or yellow with hope, etc. The three are all essential to man, and hence we must not repudiate even politics; for society

would fall without them. Perhaps we can improve the old mode of framing and raising, but cannot dispense with it. Morality is an ingredient, or should be, in society, and in each part; and is what the finish is to the house, or texture to the body and brain of man. It is rather scarce in our day in either department, especially in politics, but may be cultivated even there.

The heart of the Lone One was already yearning for the love and sympathy of a happy home and social life, and his ambitious mind was aspiring to and for political action, and his religious nature was already feasting on Rationalism, the best religion he could find in that country. The Boston Investigator was his religious paper and guide, and one of the best for a young mind; for it teaches a reader to think, and develops intellect, which, in riper years, will be able to discover its errors.

SECTION II.

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The last days and sad hours spent in his native town at length passed by, and the tears ceased for a time to drop from the eyes of the few whose swollen hearts pressed them out. The coach came rattling up to the door, and the passenger entered, bound for the West, over hill, and vale, and river, and mountain, name, or April, could make them, towards the old Dutch city of Albany. In his memory, well stored away, as in a picturegallery, were faces and forms to be recalled in the far-distant land; and hills, and valleys, and houses, with scenes of sorrow and joy, all arranged in order for examination and review; sundered ties, and broken strings, arrows from hearts, and lutes without strings.

"Where'er a human heart doth wear

Joy's myrtle-wreath or Sorrow's gyves,
Where'er a human spirit strives
After a life more true and fair,

There is the true man's birth-place grant,

His is a world-wide faderland."

The Albany city was duly reached by the "post coach" from the Green Mountain state, and every familiar face was left behind by the Lone One, all save the likenesses as they were taken in joy or sorrow on the memory-plate. Here he soon found the waterpath westward, and "ticketed through" to the west end of the Clinton Ditch, and had a quiet week or more on canal-boat in reaching Buffalo. O, what a crowd, and city, and bustle, and confusion! No chance here for a raw Yankee, who had no money to speculate on. Therefore he took a steamboat passage as far as steamboats run to the west, and landed with a crowd of passengers at Detroit. Here, too, was crowd, and bustle, and still poorer chance for a Yankee. Here he found a schooner loading for Green Bay, and tried to get a passage, but his money was too short; he was therefore compelled to stop, but was now far from every relative and old friend, and ready to make new friends. After seeking business about the city for a few days, he took passage on the little boat, and landed on the River Raisin, at Monroe, and there sought a quiet family to board with, and sought work, of almost any kind, to pay it. After entirely exhausting hist money, he at length found a place and wages in the variety store of the "red-coat man," whose fun and mirth and jolly soul did the heart of the Lone One good every day; for he was a 'heap" of fun, running over upon all around him, and as full of business as he was of fun. He had now found employment and rest for his anxious mind, and sat down to write the history of his journey, of which the eight days on canal reads somewhat in this wise: "Quartered in the cabin, well filled with emigrants westward bound — occupied with passing events, and events that were passing on deck gazing at the moon, stars, or lower things' the mountain tops, low bridge,' or ragged rocks. Sitting in the cabin, early or late, chatting with a red-haired passenger, less in years than himself, and of the other sex, trying to forget the past. But this one was a Mary, also, and too often recalled one he would, but could not, forget. Sleeping in the cosey berth, as the horses towed him along the

raging canal.'

At length the locks were lifted, the flats passed, death by mosquitos escaped, the long level shortened, the red-haired girl landed, and Buffalo in sight. "What was next to be done, was next to be planned." The Yankee boy was now in the far West; for Michigan was then Michigan Territory, and full of speculators and landhunters, and the best school to study the speculating side of humanity that the nation offered to a student. The honest heart of the Lone One was often shocked at the stories of immigrants and emigrants, for both were in Detroit, some reporting land covered with rattle-snakes sufficient to fence with picket fences into ten-acre lots, and others saying it was almost a garden of Eden, full of fruits and flowers; some cursing and shaking with ague: one the effect of exposure and bad food and drink, and the other of tobacco and bad habits. Never was there a deeperseated home-sickness than had now possession of the Lone One; and, although he had left no home, and had none to return to, yet,

"O, never can there be to man an earth

So green, or sky so pure, or stranger hearth

So welcome, and so warm and bright,

As where his boyhood's years fled by !"

The Lone One was now fully resolved to once more return to his rocky native state, which was also the native state of the redcoat man, as soon as his wages would enable him to do so. The River Raisin is wide, rapid, shallow, and beautiful, at this place. For many years the banks had been settled and cultivated by the Canadian French, who were quietly smoking the domestic tobacco, and eating their cabbages and sturgeon, before the Yankees started a city and smoked out the old settlers, or bought them out by, or with, whiskey and cheat. The new settlers were often molested by ague and fever, and occasionally by cholera; and some were driven back East, and some over Jordan, by these enemies to quiet and speculation. During this season the Toledo war raged in all its violence, and Monroe was the head-quarters for the armies of Michigan and mosquitos. Those who have never read