cheerful hope press forward in the noble labor to which you are summoned. That Union which, in politics and war, is Strength, will prove in Literature, as well, your champion and deliverer. CORNELIUS MATHEWS. _New York, June, 1842._ * * * * * THE APPROACH OF AUTUMN. But late the song of reaper Was heard amid the corn, But now an anthem deeper Unto my ear is borne, Of winds among the mountains, In their unruly play, With voice of swollen fountains, That bear the leaves away. The golden garb of summer, Like earth, my soul has lost, The breath of the dark comer Its rosy mirth has crost; For my spirit changeth With the varying sky, As a cloud estrangeth The wood-bird’s melody. W. F. * * * * * THE SISTERS. A TALE OF THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY. BY H. W. HERBERT, AUTHOR OF “RINGWOOD THE ROVER,” “THE BROTHERS,” “CROMWELL,” ETC. ETC. (Concluded from page 78.) When next she opened her eyes, she lay on her own bed, in her own well known chamber, and her old nurse, with the good vicar’s wife, was watching over her—as her lids rose and she looked about her, all her intelligence returned upon the moment, and she was perfectly aware of all that had already passed, of all that she had still to undergo. “Well—” she replied to the eager and repeated inquiries after her state of body and sensations which were poured out from the lips of her assiduous watchers—“Oh! I feel quite well, I do assure you—I was not hurt at all—not in the least—only I was so foolish as to faint from terror—but Marian, how is Marian?” “Not injured in the least, but very anxious about you, sweet Annabel,” replied good mistress Summers—“so much so that I was obliged to force her from the chamber, so terrible was her grief, so violent her terror and excitement—Lord De Vaux snatched her from the horse and saved her, before he even saw your danger—he too is in a fearful state of mind, he has been at the door twenty times, I believe, within the hour—hark, that is his foot now—will you see him, dearest?”