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THE ENIGMA SOLVED.

One of our correspondents (than whom we have not a fairer nor more highly valued on our list) sends us the following solution to the Enigma published in the January number of the Messenger. If not the true one, as we believe it to be, it is at least ingenuous and furnishes but another proof that where a mystery is to be unravelled or a secret to be discovered, you must set one of the "softer ex" about it.-[Ed. Mess.

The whirling zephyrs that whisp'ring roam
At their wayward fancy the soft down bear;
And the Feather, once leaving its native home,
Wanders far and free in the regions of air.

O'er ocean's waste as the swift ships glide-
As the steam horse courseth through every land-
Each beareth still onward in mighty pride
The various works of the Pen-furnished hand.

Where crowds are gathering in Pleasure's hall
Softest plumes are waving in Beauty's hair-
And when home returned from the revel all,
'Tis on downy couches repose they share.

The pen wields the dower of life and death,
And fell blows oft has given to tyrant's sway,
Since unhappy King Charles drew his last sad breath,
And at Runnymede John signed his power away.

The Quill is a light and fragile thing
And holds nothing but air in its hollow cell.
Take it once from its rest in the "gray goose wing"
And without a sigh it will anywhere dwell.

But the Pen can speak out with magic power
The inost earnest feelings of many a mind,
And will serve to pour forth in loneliest hour
The sad thoughts of the soul to each one of its kind.

First drawn from the breast of a simple goose,
Nought of wisdom alas! the Quill can claim;
Nor had human hand e'er the power to loose
Folly's spell once laid on that ill-fated name.

But the sages of every age and clime
Have recorded for those who such aid may need,
All the wisdom and teaching of their time,
And 'tis still the Pen which has done the good deed.

The Feather that waves in the Eagle's crest
Oft is borne far aloft in the azure sky;

And the Lark, though her plumage on earth may oft rest,
Bears it up as she warbles, to regions on high.

A different element boasts the Pen

And, while far in ether the Eagles soar,

DISCIPULUS.

A TALE OF ST. VALENTINE'S EVE:

II.

"But was the devil a proper man, gossip?'
'As fine a man of his inches as ever I saw.'"
Jonson.

Before proceeding further in this history it is necessary to describe an individual, who played a prominent part in the scenes which it records. Ishmael was no ordinary man. His clear, blue eye, brown curls, and Teutonic face, with its innocent expression, misled every observer. Here and there, some one, who scanned more closely than others the physiognomical indicia of character, had his attention perhaps arrested by the broad forehead, the somewhat expanded mouth, and the massive chin. But, on further inspection, they seemed only to give an appearance of solidity, bordering on stupidity, to his countenance. Men passed him by in silence: women beheld him with indifference. No one suspected the intellect which lurked beneath that unimpressive exterior. Clear-sighted, prompt, vigorous; with vast resources, and an indomitable will; calm and serene in the most trying exigencies, and possessing at all times full command of his intellectual faculties; with great knowledge of human nature and its hidden and more subtle springs of action, though in a measure warped by misanthropic tendencies, flexible in adapting himself to unexpected developments of character; he was in fact no ordinary man. But besides these, his natural qualifications-his education had been of no ordinary character. Bred a soldier, he had passed years in the camp, and had wou honor on the field of battle. His early profession he had abandoned, from some unexplained causes, for the law, and was at the time at which our history commences, a barrister in good standing and repute, having fought his way up through a host of rivals, without a friendly hand to assist his progress, and earned his reputation without the blast of an admiring trumpet. fostered by the incidents of a military life, reBut the spirit of adventure, born in his soul and quired other fields of action, than the confined, though stirring conflicts of forensic debate. As to religious feelings, Ishmael had none. He pri

From the Ink draws its means to commune with men, ded himself ou sporting as freely and fearlessly An element mightier though less pure.

The Feather that floats on the zephyr's wing,
Passeth swift from our sight nor leaveth a trace,
While the Pen hath a power to bless or to sting
Which shall ne'er be forgot by the human race.

with divine things as ever the Impenitent Thief had doue. The story of Christ's sufferings in the Garden only moved his mirth, and the agony of the cross only called forth some scornful jest. And those jests were full of fire and brilliancy.

It might be that theirs was the lurid light of hell, | to her, on whose words hung his hopes of hapnevertheless, they were very fierce and flaming piness here, and alas! as the result proved, withal. But Ishmael was prudent. He chose hereafter also. She was pale, silent and tremhis hour and his man, ere his eye flashed with a bling. Amidst blinding tears, and broken sobs, strange, transcendent brightness, and from his and with incoherent expressions, she told him tongue came some sparkling, scorching, hissing that his faithful love, his patient labor, his candor sneer of atheism-a sueer that never failed to and his truth had failed to triumph over the wishes burn into the very soul of his auditor. of her parents: that they had told her to do as she thought best, to consult her own happiness and the like, but had accompanied these expressions with the exhibition of so much grief and suffering, so many assurances of their affection and devotion to her, such pictures of their anxiety and attention in infancy and childhood, that she had resolved, though her heart was his, and would be his only forever, to relinquish him, and yield her whole life as a sacrifice to filial duty.

No man reaches so savage an indifference to "things holier than the things of earth," or so ferociously seeks to infuse his sentiments into the minds of others, unless he cherishes a demonlike hatred against his kind-the result of some deep wrong, which has festered and corroded his heart until that has become one great moral gangrene. The sceptic, whose want of faith is a logical conclusion based upon metaphysical inquiry, keeps his infidelity shut up within his own He entreated her to pause-to consider the bosom, or if he promulgates it, does so in a spirit solemn vows which had plighted them together, of regret rather than of triumph. But the pros not in the eye or ear of man, but before that unelyting atheist is invariably urged on to his self-seen Witness, who seeth and knoweth all things imposed task by some of those base passions, —to recall the gentle, tender tokens of love which which, like the vultures of the heathen myth, had passed between them-to think upon his eternally gnawing the ever growing liver of the heart, thus robbed of its long cherished hopes; condemned, unceasingly prey upon their unhappy of his hearthstone, thus made desolate through possessor. It was thus with Ishmael. An event his affection for her; told her, how every little in his past life had planted thorns in his path thing in life was interwoven with thoughts of which never ceased to bloom, and filled his bosom her and used every argument which reason or with fiery, insatiate, desperate revenge. That feeling could suggest to alter her determination. event had occurred after this wise. But in vain; and he fled from her presence, Shortly after Ishmael was called to the bar, with his brain reeling with his struggles, and he had met with a young lady, whose lustrous his heart tumultuously throbbing with shattered black eyes did all the work usually ascribed to hopes and sickening regrets. He sought the the darts of Cupid. His love was requited. She presence of his venerable mother: soothed by was the child of a gentleman holding high social station and of large possessions. When Ishmael approached the father, modestly and frankly narrating his past history and stating his present condition, and "asked his cousent," it was refused.

"We can not think of parting with our daughter just now. Certainly not until you have obtained such professional income and position, as will enable you to support a wife."

Disappointed, but not disheartened, Ishmael applied himself to his avocations. Day after day rolled by, but clients came not. Still he patiently worked and waited, for he thought of the soft, dark eyes which had bent on him refulgent glances of love of sweet lips which had met his in sacred, sweetest pressure. Patient industry and integrity seldom go altogether unrewarded, and Ishmael formed no exception to the rule. At length he again stood before the father.

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her soft tones and mild words, he leaned his head upon that bosom which had given to him the fountains of life, and wept. The man who had moved unshaken amid the dangers of the battle field, and earnestly, manfully striven in that more prolonged and arduous conflict, the struggle of professional competition, poured forth his tears in uncontrollable grief as he lay encircled by the arms which had sheltered him in infancy. Fearful is the spectacle of the man of strong nature and high purpose, wrought to such an expression of woe. Fearfullest is it of all human sights to behold such agony. Fearfullest in the eyes of a mother of all others! Nor did the gray-haired parent of Ishmael behold it unmoved. She tried to fill his bosom once more with hope-and then she told, with touching simplicity, the story of her own courtship and marriage; the difficulties which beset her path, the fierce opposition which she encountered alike from father, brother, and, worse than all, stepmother, and how her love had triumphed over all, and how God had rewarded her fidelity with a life of highest happiness.

I do not wish to part with my daughter. She is a great comfort to her parents in their old age, and we should not know what to do without her. But if she insists, why we will not prevent it." With this ungracious consent, Ishmael rushed and heal, served but to poison and inflame, for

Alas! The words which were meant to soothe

then the miserable man knew that he was not house. Thenceforth he was an intellectual tiger, loved in truth; that he had leaned upon a broken a fiend who nourished the deepest, deadliest hareed, which had pierced him to the soul; that tred towards men's souls. He asked not for he had bestowed the rich treasures of a priceless blood, but he labored earnestly and incessantly affection upon one who knew not the jewel's to spread far and wide moral pollution. For worth; and then the sorrow within his heart was this he abjured the intoxicating bowl, for this he changed to bitterness-his desolation became assumed the insidious smile, and wore the unimdespair. pressive expression of countenance which we He left his quiet, secluded mountain home, have mentioned. He was well read in Scripin a calmer mood, so far as external appear-ture and Theology—still better read in the most ances went, but it was the assumed calm-eminent of the opponents of Holy Writ. Ingeness of the hopeless. He returned to the city, nious, plausible, ready and sophistical; now a resumed his practice, and sought to divert his satirist, then a sage; at times a pupil, at others mind and feelings from the calamity which had a philosopher; appealing now to the great aubefallen him. But the shadow of the Past rested thorities in polemics, then to some trait in the on his soul! Wheresoever he went, in his down-character of his auditor, he rarely failed to consitting and in his uprising, in the calm, silent vert faith into doubt, and doubt into unbelief. watches of the night and in the fervid, turbulent Ishmael's love of adventure, before spoken of hours of the day, there ever accompanied him the as forming a prominent trait in his character, was vision of his unrequited love hovering gloomily in part gratified by attendance on a certain kind over him like the unappeasable Eumenides of of Balls, peculiar to that portion of our laboring old. Then he sought in the haunts of dissipa- classes which comes from the Continent of Eution and the numbing influences of wine to lull rope. But of these scenes, this history will herehimself into lethargy if not forgetfulness. He after speak, and they are therefore passed by for only added to his tortures. The dark visions the present. But he varied from highest to lowwhich thus beset him on every side grew darker est, and whilst he shared the hearty pleasures of and more horrible, until at last, they gathered in the poor, he failed not to participate in the frigid thickest legions around him, led on by one, who gaieties of the rich. At the banquets of the seemed to be the fiercest of "the accursed sis-great, however, he was not a frequent guest, ters," yet wore a sweet sad smile that had oft though often invited. In his eyes the sons and illumined his most desponding hours, while the daughters of Fashion, were but the slaves of an snakes, which clustered on her broad brow and unseen tyrant, whose caprices were without hung dependant over her fair neck, were but half number, and whose exactions were without serpents, the rest being the rich, brown curls bounds; whose God and themselves were alike which he had so often twined around his fingers. fit subjects of his satire and scorn. She never left him. From his other tormentors, One would suppose that the cup of his calamwith their fiendish mockeries, their triumphant ities and woes had been filled to the brim, when jeers, their howls, their taunts, their embraces, he was thus consigned to the horrors of the madhe could sometimes free himself. Their embraces he could shake off, and oftentimes could silence their howls by his screams. But she, when she approached, and laid her hand upon him, it was with the gentlest touch, and the fingers were taper and white, though the nails were of iron and like the claws of a beast. She spoke not. She made no uncouth faces, no diabolical grimaces. But a soft, wailing sound, like the moan of a dying child, was ever heard: and then-he intelligence, that she, whose sunny curls, soft sank cowering back, the perspiration burst from evey pore, and he sat staring into those deep, sorrowful eyes which had once to him been filled with the light of love, staring until once more the mocking, gibbering, shrieking fiends fretted, taunted him into wild, demoniac strife.

A long, long time rolled by, and Ishmael awoke from his turbid, woful dream to know that he had worn the fetters and manacles of the mad

*Eschylus. The Furies.

VOL. XVII-23

house, (and remember reader, that this occurred
in the days when Philanthrophy had not found
her way into the dungeons of that worst of pri-
But there are some
sons)—and it was even so.
men who seemed destined to pass through more
than mortal suffering, to be baptized with a bap-
tism of more than human anguish. Ishmael
was one of these. He remembered it not, but
the blow which shattered his intellect, was the

eyes, and winning. voice, were dearer to him than the life blood which coursed in his veins, had accepted another, had been wooed and won, was a promised bride. Then it was that his reason forsook him; and when, liberated from his bondage, he returned once more to mingle amongst men, no one dared to speak to him of her afflicting desertion, and thus he remained ignorant of the proximate cause of his grievous malady, and ever believed that she had been true to her vows; though not true to him. For as one of

her intended bridesmaids subsequently told Dis- brought, the plates, knives, forks, cups and saucipulus, Ishmael had, on hearing of her engage- cers which we place upon our tables, our maiment, written her a letter. upbraiding her for hogany of all shapes, every thing in fine, with her faithlessness, and pouring forth some of the which our houses are furnished, all come from scornful frenzy which was already filling his the same prolific manufactory. Men curse the bosom; and although, within less than a week Yankees as a pack of rogues and swindlers, of her wedding night, she again broke her plight-when they are clothed from head to foot in fabrics ed troth, but this time without assigning a reason. Such is an imperfect sketch of the history and character of Ishmael.

WE YET MAY BE.

We yet may be! a soothing thought
As life declines, comes now to guide us!
We yet may be! a rich gleam caught
From love and joy, that now betide us!
The dearth, and loneliness, and gloom,

made in Yankee land. The hats upon their heads, (as Genin, in many cases, might testify,) the coats upon their backs, the shoes upon their feet, the most minute articles of their wardrobes, are manufactured at Northern workshops and made up by Northern snips. Our stores are filled with Northern goods, our shipping is owned almost entirely by Northern merchants, and so great is the disposition to encourage everything Northern, that when qualifications are equal, a Northern teacher, male or female, a Northern engineer or a Northern clerk always stands the best chance of obtaining a vacant office, over a Southern competitor. This distinction extends, in a humiliating degree, to newspapers and literary journals. There is scarcely a post office in the South where the milliner-girl music and fashion plate folly of the Philadelphia magazines have not found their way. Reviews and periodicals, in whose columns has never appeared one line written by a Southern man, and of sentiments altogether at variance with the feelings of our people, have large circulation in every Southern State, to the great disadvantage of Southern works of a similar class, in no way inferior to the best of them. A single fact will illustrate this. The greater portion of the paper on which the * A companion-piece to We Might Have Been, in the Messenger is printed we obtain from the FrankMessenger for February, 1842.

That like a shadow stalked before us, Making for each sweet hope a tomb,

No shade of these now hovers o'er us!

We yet may be! Earth has no sun,

This trust with one soft ray to brighten! This holy faith,-this peace, tear-won,

The whole wide world may never brighten! But oh, there is a star beyond,

Which home-sick eyes are now caressing: The heart may never more despond,

The soul sees there the bliss of blessing!

Milvale, N. Y.

C.

lin Mill of the City of Richmond, and have so obtained it for years, purely from a disposition to encourage our own manufactures. Though we know that some of the Directors subscribe to a

SOUTHERN RIGHTS ASSOCIATIONS.. Northern periodical, yet but a single one of them

encourages the Messenger, published here in their midst, and taking many hundreds of dollars worth of their paper in the year!

It has, for many years, been a source of regret to the patriot, that the Southern States, abounding in every material necessary for the comfort It is worthy of remark that not one of the arand subsistence of a people, should have become, ticles, which we have enumerated above, is bethrough mere neglect to improve their advantages, yond the reach of Southern skill. We have almost wholly dependent upon their Northern cabinet-makers, artisans in wood and iron, mabrethren for every, even the most simple article kers of every article of clothing, as skilful as any of domestic use. The shovels, tongs and pokers in the world, and as anxious for employment. which we use about our fires-pro aris et focis- Large manufacturing establishments of all kinds the buckets and other vessels in which water is could be made to prosper here as well as any

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where else. All that is necessary is the disposition to encourage our own people, and that is most sadly wanting. The state of Virginia, alone, pays annually $20,000,000 for articles which she can manufacture herself, and this all goes in ready money, for she has nothing but her tobacco, and the comparatively small quantity of bread-stuffs to bring back any portion of what

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passes from her. It requires no great skill in method to arrive at their object. So far from arithmetic to see that the community which pur- being disunion measures, those proposed by the sues such a course, cannot long remain free from Association are eminently conservative. poverty and debt, and accordingly Virginia is man doubts that if the slavery agitation continues both poor and indebted. Her Northern neigh- the Union must go by the board. No man doubts bors take from her nothing which they are not that if the Fugitive Slave Law be often set at obliged to take, and they send her nothing which defiance, retaliation which puts an end to the she is obliged to take. By pursuing a different Union at once, must ensue. All other arguments, course the whole of the $20,000,000 might be in the meantime have failed. Is it not better, applied at home, dispensing happiness around us, then, to appeal to Northern pockets and thus causing our cities to grow and our country to teach the true value of the Constitution, than blossom like the rose. The sum which we re-allow things to run their course, and terminate ceive for our tobacco might then be an addition in Disunion? of so much clear to our wealth, instead of being We cannot see how any man can object to the employed to pay the balance due for importa- Constitution of the Southern Rights' Association, tions of articles which we can make ourselves. or confound it, in the remotest degree, with the The attention of Virginia, and of the South, Disunion movements which have been made both was more particularly turned to this subject, du- at the North and at the South. ring the violent discussion which terminated in the passage of the compromise measures. Alarmed at the threatening aspect of affairs, southern men began to reflect seriously upon the colonial vassalage in which the South is held by the North, and they naturally endeavored to discover some expedient by which the dependence might be reduced. About this time, the Fugitive Slave Law was openly set at defiance in Boston, and the Legislature of Vermont solemnly nullified that Law. The South, as was very natural, immediately took fire. They were the best customers of the North-they took more of her goods than all the rest of the world combined. The very article on which the North had grown rich beyond all former precedent, was the product of slave-labor. And yet, apparently, the eutire North was in a combination against her best customer. It was surely natural that the South should retaliate, and Virginia did so (in part) by the formation of Southern Rights' Societies.

AMBITION AND LOVE.

BY MRS. E. H. EVANS.

When I behold some strong-winged Child of Song
Swift through the upper glories borne along ;
Or, calmly pausing on his way, to gaze
With undimmed eye upon the dazzling blaze
Poured from the lavish splendours of the sun-
My poor sad soul, thus left so far and lone,
With tearful gaze looks down upon the sands
Where its faint foot-prints lie,--and dreamily
Traces unfinished sentences, with hands
That tremble as they write—half wearily,
Yet half in earnest too,-thinking that soon
The laughing waves, crowned with the gold of Noon,
Will dance away beneath their shining feet,

The Central association in Richmond is now
fairly organized, and is placed upon the impreg-
nable basis of self-defence. The principal fea. Each record of fond hopes, or fancies incomplete.
tures of their Constitution are commercial inde-

pendence of such of the States as resist the exe-Yet do I know such thoughts are worse than vain;
cution of the Fugitive Slave Law, and petition- And I uplift a happier glance again,
ing the Legislature to lay a tax, for the promotion
of home industry, upon the vendors of the pro-
ductions of such States. For our own part, we
cannot see that the Legislature has not as com-
plete a right to lay such a tax for the benefit of
its own manufactures, as it has to lay a tax on
Yankee pedlers, for the protection of the regular
trade.

And crushing down all selfish, sad repining,
Watch with admiring wonder the proud flight
Of him, who now in the blue distance shining
Gleams like a star amid excess of light,
And with my sinful soul I thus commune :-
"Poor frail Dependent on the Will Divine!
Art thou so grasping? Must each separate boon

Of others' lot, united be in thine?

Thou to whom Love with never-wavering choice
Doth hourly talk, with sweet, melodious voice.
In proud Ambition's paths let others roam→
Seek thou the tenderer joys--the flowery shade of Home."

Yet this Association has been charged with Disunion principles! We would remark that avowed disunionists trouble themselves very little with matters relating to home protection and non-intercourse, but take a far more direct Paineville, Va., 1851.

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