THE BANISHED SON; and other Stories of the Heart. Complete in two volumes, paper cover, price One Dol., or bound in one volume, cloth gilt, $1.25. "The 'Banished Son' seems to us the _chef d'oeuvre_ of the collection. It appeals to all the nobler sentiments of humanity, is full of action and healthy excitement, and sets forth the best of morals."--_Charleston News._ EOLINE; or, MAGNOLIA VALE. Complete in two volumes, paper cover, price One Dol., or bound in one volume, cloth gilt, $1.25. "We do not think that amongst American authors, there is one more pleasing or more instructive than Mrs. Hentz. This novel is equal to any which she has written."--_Cincinnati Gazette._ --> Copies of either edition of any of the foregoing works will be sent to any person, to any part of the United States, _free of postage_, on their remitting the price of the ones they may wish, to the publisher, in a letter. Published and for Sale by T. B. PETERSON, =No. 102 Chestnut Street, Philadelphia.= [Illustration: I REMEMBER A TALE, SHE RESUMED] HELEN AND ARTHUR; OR, Miss Thusa's Spinning Wheel. BY MRS. CAROLINE LEE HENTZ. AUTHOR OF "LINDA," "RENA," "LOVE AFTER MARRIAGE," "ROBERT GRAHAM," "EOLINE," "COURTSHIP AND MARRIAGE," ETC. "----A countenance in which did meet Sweet records--promises as sweet-- A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears and smiles."--_Wordsworth._ "I know not, I ask not, If guilt's in thy heart-- I but know that I love thee, Whatever thou art."--_Moore._ Philadelphia: T. B. PETERSON, NO. 102 CHESTNUT STREET. Entered according to the Act of Congress, in the year 1853, by DEACON & PETERSON, In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States, in and for the Eastern District of Pennsylvania. Printed by T. K & P. G Collins. MISS THUSA'S SPINNING-WHEEL. CHAPTER I. "First Fear his hand its skill to try, Amid the chords bewildered laid-- And back recoiled, he knew not why, E'en at the sound himself had made."--_Collins._ Little Helen sat in her long flannel night-dress, by the side of Miss Thusa, watching the rapid turning of her wheel, and the formation of the flaxen thread, as it glided out, a more and more attenuated filament, betwixt the dexterous fingers of the spinner. It was a blustering, windy night, and the window-panes rattled every now and then, as if the glass were about to shiver in twain, while the stars sparkled and winked coldly without, and the fire glowed warmly, and crackled within.