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eyes, which once dwelt on him with affection and esteem, now rolled wildly and restlessly on every object. She never uttered a word and after lingering a few days, she resigned her breath, pale and smiling as ever, into the arms of her disconsolate husband. The body of the unfortunate Frederic was subsequently found in a deep brook, where probably, he had fallen in the distraction of his mind, and now enjoys that home, which, living, was denied him. His remains, and those of his Angela, now rest beneath one sod, under the lind-trees of the Brook Cottage. The Cottage is still pointed out to the traveller as a sad monument of blighted affection; and the girls of the village sing their lays over the grave, while mothers teach their offspring the tale of the tenants’ sorrow.

J. Gans.

FEMALE DEVOTION IN A SAVAGE.

The following pathetic instance of female devotion to a beloved object, is found in the just-published Voyage to New Zealand by Captain Cruise:—A soldier, in a drunken quarrel, mortally wounded a seaman named Aldridge. A native girl, the daughter of a chief, had lived for some months with the former, and it appeared prudent to remove her from the ship; she complied with the order for her departure with much reluctance. From the time the unfortunate man had been put in confinement till the present moment, she had scarcely left his side or ceased to cry; and having been told that he must inevitably be hanged, she purchased some flax from the natives along-side, and, making a rope of it, declared that if such should be his fate, she would put a similar termination to her own existence. Though turned out of the ship, she remained along-side in a canoe from sunrise to sunset, and no remonstrances or presents could induce her to go away. When the Dromedary went to the Bay of Islands, she followed over-land, and again taking up her station near that part of the vessel in which she supposed her protector was imprisoned, she remained there in the most desperate weather, and resumed her daily lamentation for his anticipated fate, until we finally sailed from New Zealand.

IMPROMPTU,

On seeing a beautiful French Girl, whose mother was English.