which the Ladrone had promised in his letter A MATTER-OF-FACT ANECDOTE.-A man of property residing in Charleston, Mass., who had long been in habits of intemperance, at last found his health on the decline, and resolved to consult the celebrated Dr. Spring, of Watertown. He stated to him the symptoms of his case, which the learned Doctor could not but understand. "I can cure you," said he, "if you will follow my advice," which the patient implicitly promised to do. "Now," says the Doctor, "you must steal a horse." What! steal a horse!" "Yes, you must steal a horse. You will then be arrested, and placed in a situation where your diet and regimen will be such, that in a short time your health will be perfectly restored." Anecdote of Monkies. When Lord Howe commanded at Gibraltar, a party of his officers were amusing themelves with whiting-fishing at the back of the rock; but were disturbed, and obliged to shift their ground, from being pelted from above, they gained a station where they caught plenty of fish. At this time the drums beat to arms on some unexpected occasion, and the officers rowed their boat ashore, and left it high and dry upon the beach, hurrying where their duty called them. arrived two or three old ones who drove the youngsters away, and then remained behind secretly observing the proceedings of the whiting fishers. The fishers having beached their boat and retired, the monkies apparently deemed the time was come for turning their observations to account. They accordingly launched the boat, put to sea, baited their hooks, and proceeded to work. Their sport was small as might be expected, from the impatient nature of the animals; but what few they caught were hauled up with infinite exultation.When they were tired they landed, placed the boat (as nearly as they could) in her old position, in the friendly spirit on which I have before remarked, and went up the rock with their game. Agents for the Magnolia. D. S. KITTLE, of Troy, Travelling Agent. NEW-YORK. A. F. Miller, Gallatin. Alexander F. Wheeler, Chatham 4 Corners. D. D. Newberry, Syracuse. MASSACHUSETTS. RHODE-ISLAND. CONNECTICUT. VERMONT. S. S. Smith, Burlington. PENNSYLVANIA. D. D. Shumway, Bricksville. THE MAGNOLIA, On their return, their surprise was excessive to find their boat beached, not half so high as they left it, and at some little distance from its former position. Their amazement was increased on examining their tackle, to find some hooks baited which had been left bare, and to see the disposition of many things altered. The cause was afterwards explained. An officer in Hanovarian grenadiers, who was amusing himself with a solitary walk, happened to be a close observer of animal and vegitable nature. This man hearing the chatter of monkeys, stole upon a party of young ones who were pelting the fishers from behind All letters ard communications must come posttome rocks. While they were so employed, i age paid to receive attention. IS PUBLISHED EVERY OTHER SATURDAY, BY P. DEAN CARRIQUE. Hudson, N. Y., at One Dollar per annum, in advance. Persons acting as Agents, on forwarding Five Dollars all they may obtain. shall receive six copies, and in the same proportion for VOL. I. OR, LITERARY TABLET. Published Semi-Monthly, at One Dollar Per Annum, in Advance. HUDSON, MARCH 8, 1834. The Spartan Mother. "Now, go thou forth, amid the throng, The gallant souls around thee- Hark! hear'st thou not the trump of war? Whil'st thou art in the fight afar, And if thou com'st without alloy, But if the foe do conquer, Yet fly thou not,-nor yield, And hopefully, and proudly, Went the battle hosts of Sparta, The clash of arms, was loud, and long, And many a proud heart, sank among The wounded and the slain. The charge-the storm- the sabre thrustThe fury and the shout The death wound, and the purple stream Of hot blood oozing out. Thus wildly raged the fierce affray, Till thousands were at peace, Mid'st the sound of drum, and battle cry,— For Glory and for Greece. The hero boy, in valor came, The rush-the shock-the blow, Of sword and spear, he headed not, And, when the weary conflict ceased The Spartan mother wept not,- Knickerbocker. From the Lady's Book. THE TWO RINGS. A Tale of the Thirteenth Century. » Bar-How came you by this ring, landlord? Hatz. That ring?-very honestly-very honestly indeed, madam. I had it, I am sure, from a man'I cannot suspect-from a very good man.-The Disbanded Officer. [The courts of the holy Feme, although they owe their origin to Charlemagne, were not organized until after the fall of Henry the No. 12. Lion, and their secret power, which, during the 14th and 15th centuries, was so terrible as to spread dismay throughout Germany, was, comparatively but little exerted, even as late as the reign of Frederic II. There were not wanting instances, however, during the first dawnings of their power of persons, who, to gratify revenge, or some other selfish passion, had recourse to these secret tribunals The president of the Feme court was called Freigraf-his associates, who concurred in and executed the sentence, Freischoffen, and all that was necessary to condemn a person for a real, or an imaginary crime, was for one of the latter to make oath of his guilt.] On the summit of a steep crag, overlooking. the Rhine, and which is now marked by a pile of venerable, moss grown ruins, rose one of those old baronial castles, characterized by the strength and stately magnificence of the feudal times. Count Hermann, the proprietor, was one of the most powerful of the royal vassals, his followers being numerous and well appointed, consisting mostly of valiant youths weary of inactivity, and thirsting for military glory. He was never married, and the females of his household, with the exception of the domestics, were his sister, who lost her husband a few years after her marriageher daughter, the Lady Agnes-and a young girl about seventeen years of age, whom he had found, when a child, in a house deserted of the rest of its inhabitants, during the sacking and burning of a town. The child, who could only tell that her name was Theresa, was exquisitely, beautiful, and, in her centred all his dearest affection-circumstances which naturally excited the envy and ill will of the countess and her daughter. It was the soft hour of twilight, such as ushers in one of those evenings, the power of whose beauty is better felt than described.— It was an hour, when there is music in the stirring of the leaf, sweetness in the voices of those we love, and, in the bosom, a voiceless rapture; when the atmosphere, which we breathe, seems more ethereal, and we appear almost to possess the power of mingling with its essence. It was at this hour, that Theresa was seated on the terrace, with Raymond, a young chevalier of France by her side. A few soft white clouds floated slowly over the face of the calm blue heavens. "What rapture would it be," said Raymond, "to sail on the bosom of yonder cloud, to overlook the wildest cliff of the mountains, and to see the tameless eagle soaring far beneath; to drink in as it were, the whole beauty of this most beautiful earth, or to mix with the pure beams of some lovely star, without clouding its effulgence." Perhaps," said Theresa, "when the spirit is freed from the form which it animates on earth, it will have the power to do all this.ture so generous and open, that it is easy for I have sometimes thought," she continued, a person so consummately artful as Von Gratz, "that could our vision be extended to the to deceive him." perception of objects less gross, that in the breeze, which fans and refreshes us, or in the light, which, sheds around us its glories, we might behold the now viewless forms of those we loved, when they were beings of earth like ourselves." "It is, at least, pleasing to think so," said Raymond," but there are only a few blessed moments that we have the power to enjoy such an illusion. We cleave to the dust of which we are formed. There is something humbling in the thought Theresa, that we are of the same order of beings as the meanest boor, who is capable of no higher enjoyment, than to eat and to sleep; who cannot feel his eyes dazzled in the flood of glory poured upon him from the eye of the universe, nor feel one pulse of his bosom throb quicker, than if he were half obscured in the smoky light of his cabin. And, yet, I have endured moments, when I have envied his inability to think and to feel, for though knowledge may confer moments of rapture, it makes years of sorrow.It is humbling to think that we are of the same order as these, but there is another thought, that is maddening. I have a foe, Theresa," continued he, with a vehemence of voice and action, that made her start-"I have a foe, and when I think that his hated form is made also of the same clay-his, whose lip I saw curl with scorn, when I sought red'ess for deep and unmerited injury-then it is, that I no longer wish to breathe the air, which he contaminates." During the close of this speech, Raymond rose from his seat, and stood opposite to Theresa. There was something grand, almost terrible, in his appearance, as he thus stood erect before her, his countenance kindling with the strong passions, which shook his frame. "It may be as you say," said Theresa, rising from her seat. "It is late-the evening star is set. Good night." "Stay one moment, Theresa. Promise that you will forget this evening. I am not myself when I think of that man. In a few days I depart for the Holy Land, perhaps never to return. I entreat you that ere I go, you will give me an opportunity, of bidding you farewell." "I cannot promise to again meet you," said Theresa, "I fear I have done wrong this evening.' The mystic adoration, which characterized the passion of love in those days, forbade Raymond to press the subject, and he contented himself by reqesting her, should she relent, to inform him by some token or message. "I will," she replied, and hastily entered the castle. The following day towards sunset, Count Hermann commanded his followers to array themselves in their armour, and to assemble on the lawn in front of the castle.The command was obeyed with usual alacrity, for the Emperor, Fredrick II, who, the year previous had, by the disease of his army, and his own illness, been prevented from reaching the Holy Land, and who had now set out on a new crusade, was expected to honor the mansion of their chief with his presence that night, or it might be during a number of days, in order to give his army time to assemble at the appointed place of rendezvous.All, therefore, were eager, not only to behold, but to be of the number, who were to meet and welcome a sovereign, whom their immaginations pictured in glowing colours, and to whom they had ascribed all those noble qualities, by which he so eminently deserved the appellation of the great Frederick. The lawn was soon covered with animated groups, which You know him well. His name is Von were momentarily shifted, each individual Gratz. His spirit is base, mean and grovel- being haunted by that restlessness, ever attenling, and yet, over mine, it maintains the mas- dant on keen expectation. But the most contery. It is he, to whom the crimes, which, spicuous figure present was Count Hermann. like spectres, would haunt the midnight pil- He was between forty and fifty, and in his low of an ordinary man, are a jest. But I am a person almost realized the description given wretch," said he, perceiving the distress pain- by the Roman writers of the inhabitants beted on the countenance of Theresa; " for hav-yond the Rhine. His eyes, though blue, were ing been so violent and passionate. We are the slaves of passion-else, how could other than calm and serene thoughts possess the breast, while by your side, and gazing on a prospect so fraught with loveliness. Even the rough, bleak mountains appear soft and beautiful, inthe dim, starry light now resting upon them." "Alas!" said Theresa, "what human being can have the power to move you thus?" keen and fierce in their expression, and his forehead was almost entirely shrouded by a thick mass of deep yellow hair; but this part of his physiognomy was in a measure atoned for by a handsome mouth, well furnished with beautiful teeth, which were frequently disclosed by a warm and benevolent smile. His strong, sinewy frame, full expanded chest, and gigantic height, seemed well fashioned to sustain the weight of the heavy armour worn at that period, and to render him, in point of personal appearance, an appropriate leader of a brave and warlike band. The Count, on the present occasion, with a busy anxious brow stood apart with a few of his followers, more experienced than the rest, consulting "Count Hermann," replied Raymond, with them relative to some points of etiquette, blushing deeply at the just compliment im- proper to be observed in the reception of his plied in the speech of Theresa: "is of a na-anticipated guest. While engaged in this "Surely," said Theresa, "you must be deceived as respects Von Gratz. When Count Hermann first gave me a home, he was his favorite page, and from thence he has risen to the honours of knighthood; honours, which no one knows better than the Chevalier de Raymond, cannot be obtained without the union of many great and noble virtues." glossy hair, which was of a dark chesnut save where a sunbeam happened to fall, when it reflected a bright, almost golden lustre. Nothing could be finer than her features, which, in form, resembled the antique ; while the deep richness of her dark, intellectual eyes at this moment, beaming a "radient earnest, ness," might have reminded those, who had beheld that land of female loveliness, of the beauties of Ionia. She was leaning her head in a thoughtful attitude on her left hand, which sunk so deep amid the luxurient curls, as almost to conceal the exquisite delicacy of its form and colour, but not so as to hide a ring of rare brilliancy, which sparkled on one of her fingers. Theresa was unconscious of the presence of Lady Agnes, until she tapped her somewhat rudely on the shoulder. She started up, while a deep blush suffused her countenance. Agnes did not speak, but hold consultation, a voice, such an one as of itself, has power to thrill the inmost recesses of the human soul, came floating on the air, mingling its melodious tones with the din of vo:ces and clash of arms which arose from the assembled warriors. In a moment, all was silent, and every eye was raised to a lofty oak, among the branches of which sat a Troubadour, singing the plaintes, so called, which mourned the sorrows of Palestine. All present bowed to the simple and touching eloquence of the song, and the roughest cheek was unconsciously moistened with a tear. While every heart was swelling mingled emotions of sorrow and indignation at the oppression of those Christians, who dwelt in the land sanctified by a Saviour's sufferings, the Troubadour suddenly changed his lamentation into one of those spirit-stirring melodies, which kindles the soul of the warrior, and causes it to yearn for the strife, and the rap-ing the trembling Theresa from her at arm's ture of the battle. The flush of excitement lighted the eye, and was on the cheek of the young knights, and many a hand involuntarily grasped the sword, and drew it half way from its scabbard. The attention of one and only one, appeared to be divided. The eye of the Chevalier de Raymond frequently wandered from the songster to the window of the turret chamber, which overlooked the lawn, and he began to despair of receiving at this time, any token from Theresa, to show that she intended to grant him the solicited interview, when a white hand glanced quickly through the high, open lattice of the turret, and a small knot of rose-colored ribband fell at his feet. He eagerly seized it, and imprinting on it a fervent, yet reverent kiss, hid it in his bosom.. Shortly after the close of the song, a mes. senger who had been despatched for the purpose, returned and announced the approach of the Emperor. While he was yet speaking strains of warlike melody came floating on the gale, and the cavalcade, hitherto concealed by rising ground, rose to view, its arms and armour glittering brightly in the setting sun, and the royal banner spreading its broad folds to the wind. Most present, especially the younger portion, now glanced their eyes over their dress, and hastened, for perhaps the twentieth time, to adjust some favorite weapon; while Count Hermann, shaking his mighty limbs, as if to settle himself more firmly in his armour, placed himself forthwith at the head of his followers, and advance to meet and welcome his sovereign. They had hardly passed the drawbridge, before the Lady Agnes entered the apartment of Theresa, the room was furnished partly in the oriental fashion, a style the Europeans had learned to imitate during the Crusades, and Theresa was sitting on a sofa, by which it was nearly surrounded, in such a manner as to command a view of the Count and his attendants, without being herself seen. She was dressed in a robe of rose-colored silk, embraidered with silver tissue, which was gathered round her waist with a girdle sprinkled all over with jewels, and fastened in front with a sapphire of uncommon size and beauty. The delicious brilliancy of her complexion was heightened by an exuberant mass of soft length, she fastened on her, her keen, piercing eyes, as if she could thereby read the secrets of her bosom. Theresa soon recovered her self-possession, and assuming an air, at once calm and dignified, she gently disengaged herself from the grasp of Agnes, and pointing to the sofa, invited her to be seated. "No," said Agnes, "I may not tarry. I bear a message from my mother, who commands you to retire to an inner apartment, lest a lasting reproach be brought on our modesty and discretion by one of our sex, who does not hesitate in the most public and shameless manner, to distribute tokens to every handsome gallant, who happens to strike her fancy." "I am not insensible to the justness of your mother's rebuke," replied Theresa, "though communicated in somewhat an ungracious manner, and will take care, in future, to be more discreet; but I shall not leave the apartment assigned me by the Count, save by his desire." "When my uncle chooses to exalt a beggar above those of his own house," said Agnes, "he must expect, the natural consequences." Theresa made no reply to this taunting speech, and the Lady Agnes soon retired. The shades of evening had begun to gather when the tramp of horses, and the loud cheerful notes of the trumpet, announced the near approach of the Count and his illustrious guest. The stir and bustle among the servants were now redoubled, and the countess hastily descended to the room where supper was to be served, to take a last look at the arrangements, and to see if her orders had been properly regarded. The table was soon loaded, not only with the substantial edibles suited to the German palate, but with a variety of dishes prepared by cooks procured for the occasion, who professed to understand the more luxurious gastronomy of the Romans. The emperor bad travelled a considerable distance without refreshment, and the savour sent forth by the good things smoaking on the board, induced him to despatch, with all possible haste, those ceremonies which were a barrier between him and the table, much to the chagrin of the countess, who felt her dignity sensibly deteriorate, at being the subject of a sovereign her heart, and hastening to her chamber, she for a while, indulged in mingled emotions of grief, shame, and resentment. But, although young, her situation had made her acquainted with self-dicipline, and she soon succeed in giving to her feelings a calmer tone. It was now nearly midnight, and the wind which came moaning through the corridor, seemed to her awakened imagination, like the voice of a melancholy spirit warning her of some sad event; and as her eye involuntarily wandered to a fierce-looking chieftain, portrayed at full length on the ceiling, and who according to tradition, had foully murdered his near kinsman, she almost imagined, that his eye which followed her, wherever she went, kindled into an expression of real life, and that the lips, curled with one of those smiles more dreaful to look upon than the darkest frown. But, Theresa was one, to whom "The awe of such a moment is not fear," so devoid of that solemn stateliness, which A keen sense of injury shot coldly through she had ever been accustomed to couple | with royalty. Notwithstanding this querulousness, however, when in his immediate presence, there was something so majectic in his mien, that it put to flight all those studied graces, which she had long kept in requisition, to lavish forth during the present opportunity. Frederic, although not tall, was well made, and his fair complexion corresponded with the benevolent expression of his eye and mouth, while his fine forehead was sufficiently expressive of his intellectual riches, and gave to his countenance a look of dignity, which accorded with his elevated station. As his frame had been strengthened, so had his manners been rendered graceful by those chivalrous exercises, to which he had been accustomed during youth, and probably, no man in his empire surpassed him in ease and elegance of address. All were seated at the table, and deeply engaged in doing justice to the delicious fare, when a middle-aged man, in the habit of a pilgrim, entered the apartment, and leaning on his staff, seemed patiently awaiting an opportunity to satisfy his appetite. He was considerably above the common stature, and notwithstanding the coarseness of apparel, there was something picturesqueeven majestic in his appearance, as silent and pensive he stood apart from the festive company. During a time like the present, however, a person like him, was likely to attract but little notice, and, at length, he was constrained to ask for a cup of water and a piece of bread. His voice was deep and harmonious, and there was that in its tones, which caused Theresa to start, and look in the direction whence they proceeded. On beholding him, she forthwith filled a cup with wine, and commanded it to be given him, together with some food. Soon after this, the ladies rose to retire, and having occasion to pass the spot where stood the pilgrim, he looked earnestly at Theresa, and entreated her to inform him if she were the daughter of the host. "No," replied Theresa, "count Hermann is not iny father, although I receive from him a father's care and tenderness." 66 May God's benizon be with thee, fair damsel, whoever thou art," said the pilgrim. Thy countenance brings back to me scenes of my youth, which passed away like a vision of the night." Theresa now passed on, but instead of directing her steps towards her chamber, she turned aside into the room, where Raymond, unheard, as he imagined, by any person excepting herself, had requested her to give him the promised meeting. Raymond had left the hall some minutes before she withdrew herself, and she expected to find him already there. A flush of shame crossed her cheek, when she found that she had anticipated him; but thinking that some unforeseen occurrence might, for a moment, have detained him, she seated herself on a bench, near an open window to await his coming. She had not remained there long, before she thought she heard his voice, and looking out of the window, she beheld him and Lady Agnes walking together, apparently in close conversation. and she almost wished that the shadowy form |