Christmas and New Year's

recouped energies enabled him to apply, he arrived

at Ira by break of day, to the colossal euphoria and stun

ment of his surviving kinsmen, who had grieved

over his gathered passing with a distress to which

no words could do equity. The Spartans, who

knew they had each motivation to figure Aristomenes

among the dead, treated the report of his being once more

in Ira with scorn, till he adequately demonstrated his

character, by falling upon the posts of the Corinthians,

who, as partners of Sparta, were helping at the attack

of Ira ; and, having killed every one of their officers, and a con-

siderable number of their men, he plundered and

consumed their camp; and, on the Spartans themselves,

so profoundly retaliated for the treatment he had as of late

gotten at their hands, that they were fain to sue

for a forty days' ceasefire, that they may have sufficient energy to

cover their dead."

Ismena, who had tuned in with winded between

est to her mom's story, now broke in upon her

with a kind of smothered cry, shouting, " May the

God$ secure us ! I hear the means of equipped men

moving toward the house."

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" It is just the surge of the impact, and the removed

thunder of the thunder," said Rhodope, taking up the

light, and moving toward the entryway, as though with the in-

tention of persuading her hesitant youngster that their

isolation was not prone to be broken in upon ; but rather

the following moment the delicate gateway was pounced upon by so

overwhelming a blow from the butt-end of a spear, that its

uncertain attaching gave way, and permitted free en-

daze to an organization of Spartan toxophilite, who inconsiderately

instigated forward a hostage Messenian of lofty

port and dismal, yet brave, face, whose

hands were bound behind him with leathern thongs.

"The lion, the hostage lion of my fantasy !" ex-

guaranteed Ismena, losing all fear for herself in the

retaining interest which the respectable detainee energized

in her young liberal heart.

" It is the valiant Aristomenes, my tyke !" mur-

mured her mom in a low protected tone, anxiously

squeezing her arm to urge alert. At that point venturing

prior to her young and blossoming little girl, as though to

shield her from the intense looks of the inconsiderate soldiery,

she requested what was their business at that un-

opportune hour, at the place of a solitary dowager.

ISMENA.

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"We require nourishment and safe house from the tempest,

mother," answered the pioneer of the gathering ; " and, un-

less you deliver all that your home contains

serenely, we will take it by compel."

" The family unit Gods judge amongst ye and me,"

answered the dowager, indicating the pictures of the

Lares and Penates, that were put close to the hearth,

as per the custom of these occasions : " I am in

no condition to oppose your burglaries. Ismena, master

duce our little store of bread, of nectar, cheddar, and

mead."

The energetic promptness with which Ismena complied with her

mother, seemed to have an extraordinary impact in reestablishing

their unwelcome guests, who had taken some um-

brage at her mom's words, to affableness ; and,

when she continued to introduce a skin of phenomenal

mead, with which, and different fixings, she pre-

pared for them a drink of intense quality and sweet-

ness, they offered to her the most astounding commen-

dations, contrasted her with Hebe, and challenged that

she was deserving of the respect of turning into the spouse

of a Spartan.

Ismena tuned in to these compliments with ap-

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parent fulfillment, and kept on employing them with

the exceptionally lauded refreshment, notwithstanding similar of her

mother's looks of ponder, and the dreadful looks of

impugning with which the stern and quiet Aristomenes

watched her procedures. She had, in any case, in-

melded the opiate gum of poppies into the drink, of

which the Spartans gulped such profound drafts,

that, before long overwhelmed by its negligent impact,

they progressively sunk into an intoxicate sleep,

till all were in a condition of stupefaction. Ismenathen

delicately emerged from her seat; and, drawing a poignard

from the belt of their pioneer, she cut the thongs that

restricted the wrists of the respectable Aristomenes, and,

putting it in his grasp, she whispered, " Lo ! I have

separated the obligations of the hostage lion, and outfitted

him with hooks, and it currently rests with him to devastate

the wolves, as per my fantasy."

The unconquered soul of the compelling Messenian

was stirred by this unhoped-for prospect of shop

verance. " I never slew a dozing enemy," he

shouted : " yet the destiny of my nation is bound

up in mine ; and these men deceptively made me

II Christmas and New Year's

hose of my young perusers who know about

the pages of Grecian history know, that, won-

derful and sentimental just like the episodes of my

story, they are entirely good with truth ; and

the individuals who are not, will do well to peruse the life of

Aristomenes, the overcome deliverer of Messenia, which

I guarantee them they will discover all the more genuinely fascinating

than any story of fiction I at any point yet scrutinized.

A

THE

Psalm IN HARVEST TIME.

BY CHARLES WEST THOMSON.

'Neath summer's brilliant and wonderful sky,

While gladly waves the brilliant grain,

What's more, through the falling fields of rye

Goes ahead the blissful gatherer prepare —

While nature grins, and slope and plain

Are quiet as the dozing ocean,

What's more, peace and bounty brilliantly rule

By residence hearth and woods tree —

Divine force of the seasons, unto thee we raise

Our hands and hearts in song and acclaim.

There is a sweet breath from the slopes,

The incense of the mountain air,

Which from a thousand blossoms distils

Its smells fragile and uncommon —

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We feel its emollient — we see it there

Among the bowing wheat-edges move,

Kissing their tops in dalliance reasonable,

As though its extremely life were love —

Divine force of the reap, whence its breezes blow,

Get the modest thanks thy animals owe.

Our stacked wagon comes winding home —

At that point let us rest underneath the shade

Of this old oak, our verdant vault,

What's more, watch the night shadows blur —

O'er mount and knoll, grass and meadow

They spread their deep'ning tints of dim,

Till all the scene their shades infest,

What's more, nightfall wonders soften away —

Divine force of the world, who round thy window ornament tosses,

A debt of gratitude is in order for the season of calm and rest.

How still is nature all around !

No tune is sung, no voice is heard

Spare all over a mumbling sound,

As though some anxious sleeper stirr'd —

The grasshopper, night's clam'rous fowl,

THE FARMER'S BOY.

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Peeps gay, however all is quiet adjacent to —

Furthermore, quiet is the relieving word,

Whose spell diffuses far and wide —

Divine force of the universe, by night and day,

We favor thee for the endowments we ne'er can pay.

Philadelphia.

THE T MB IK Q © H ® B P H A KI a

A TRUE STORY.

BY JOHN CAR NE, ESQ.

Amid the battle for the freedom of

Greece, I happened to visit its capital city, Tripo-

lizza, that had been taken by attack a couple of months

past. Most of the populace was

put to the sword, for the winners did not extra.

The abodes of the Turkish nobles were desolated ;

what's more, the blood, even of women and youngsters, was shed

in their extremely chambers. There was a royal residence at the

furthest point of the town, whose condos were luxuriously

overlaid, and its windows investigated the plain past,

also, the grandiose chain of mountains. In this extravagant

home had carried on a Turkish aristocrat, significantly regard

ed by the general population ; for he was liberal, and kind to

poor people. He was killed, with all his family, spare

one wonderful kid, of around seven years old. I

here and there entered this destroy home, and saw Gre-

THE TURKISH ORPHAN.

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cian officers there, gaming, drinking 1 , and situated on

the rich floors. What's more, there was likewise observed, on occasion,

the vagrant tyke, meandering in the midst of the rooms where

he had been raised in extravagance, where he had

known a mother's delicacy, and where the blood

of dad, mother, sibling, and sister, had been poured

forward like water. Two of the previous hirelings of

the family constantly went to him, and viewed over

his wellbeing ; yet there was no peril — even the fero-

cious soldiery looked on him in pity, and talked merciful

to him. There was in the kid's perspective an articulation

of grit and patient enduring, that was sufficient

to contact the hardest heart: on the off chance that he had sobbed and

grieved, the outsider would not have felt a large portion of the

enthusiasm for his support. Be that as it may, there he stood, or sat,

quietly, his thin shape dressed in land pink robe

what's more, tunic of silk, and a white turban on his forehead,

looking unfortunately around, or lost in his own particular reflections.

His composition was reasonable ; yet his wonderful eye

was flawlessly dull, as was likewise his hair. His fathe*

had been general of the battalion, and was a man of

high rank, and also riches ; and the soul of a

officer appeared to be in the kid's look, as he overviewed

the weapons extended against the dividers, or took care of the

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silver-hilted knifes that lay on the floor. Numerous

©f them were his dad's arms, that he recalled

well. Be that as it may, when he entered the array of mistresses, or women's

chamber, where he had been breast fed, it was more

than he could bear ; for the windows of lavishly recolored

glass, the words from the Koran, in letters of gold,

with which the dividers were secured, the wellspring,

what's more, the garden past — every one of these things were fami-

liar to him from earliest stages : thither the ladies fled

at the point when the Greeks entered. It may be stated, in the

expressions of Scripture, " Death went into all their

wonderful chambers, abruptly." The vagrant had no

companion left on earth : he let me know, that, would he be able to get

to the ocean shore, and leave, there were relatives

at Constantinople, who might demonstrate him thoughtfulness.

Could anything be more devastate than his situa-

tion 1 yet " God will most likely not spurn the dad

less," and in Him the Turkish kid, youthful as he seemed to be,

put his trust. We require not watch that the Maho-

metan religion, in which he had been raised, is

one of mistake: the poor tyke knew little of its delu-

sions ; however he realized that in Alla, or God, there was

benevolence and power, to ensure the vulnerable ; and he re-

unraveled to be unwavering. The Greeks,