And, sure enough, the "gentleman" did proceed. Launching out his right fist in the most approved fashion at the nose of the justice, Joe was in an instant the center of a perfect Pandemonium. The constable rushed in to protect the justice, who was shouting continually, "I command the peace;" the bystanders, ready for a fight at any time, followed his example, and, for a few minutes, there was a perfect chaos of arms, legs, and heads, sticking out in every direction. The first thing Hull and I saw were the heels of the justice flourishing in the air, and the last was Joe going off to jail in the grasp of the constable one way, and the deacon sneaking off another. We never heard afterward of the suit, but "Let the gentleman proceed," was for a long time a by-word amongst us in the village. After crossing the strawberry field we came to a "cross-road" leading to the turnpike. In a few minutes we arrived at "Cold Spring," where a little streak of water ran through a hollowed log, green with moss, from the fountain a short distance in the forest, and fell into a pebbly basin at the road-side. We here refreshed ourselves with repeated draughts of the sweet, limpid element, and then, resuming our walk, soon found ourselves upon the broad, gray turnpike, with the village upon the summit of the hill, about half a mile in front. The sun had long since plunged into the slate-colored haze of the West; the thickening landscape looked dull and faded; the mist was glimmering before the darkened forests; the cows were wending homeward, lowing; the woodsmen passed us with axes on their shoulders; and, mounting the hill, we saw here and there, a light sparkling in the village, following the example of the scattered stars that were timidly glancing from the dome of the purpled heavens. THE LOST PET BY MRS. LYDIA H. SIGOURNEY. [SEE ENGRAVING.] When Mary's brother went to sea, He lingered near the door, Beside the old, familiar tree, He ne'er had left before, And though gay boyhood loves to seek New regions where to tread, A pearl-drop glittered on his cheek As tenderly he said-- "The gentle dove I reared with care, Sister, I leave to thee, And let it thy protection share When I am far at sea." Whene'er for Willy's loss she grieved, His darling she caressed, That from her hand its food received, Or nestled in her breast; And sometimes, at the twilight dim, When blossoms bow to sleep, She thought it murmuring asked for him Whose home was on the deep. And if her mother's smile of joy Was lost in anxious thought, As memories of her sailor-boy Some gathering tempest wrought, She showed his pet, the cooing dove, Perched on her sheltering arm, And felt how innocence and love Can rising wo disarm.