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VOLUME 11. |
BY C. R. HANLEITER.
NEfRY.
WEEP NOT FOR HER.
Weep not for her! Her span was like the sky,
Whose thousand ettfs sbme heahlifyl and bright,
Like flowers that know not what it is to die,
Like long linked ahadeJess months of polar light,
lake miiaie flooring o’er • wavelea* lake.
While echo answers from the flow'ry brake :
Weep not for her!
Weep not for her! She is an angel now,
And treads the sapphire floors of Paradise,
All darkness wiped from her refulgent brow,
Sin, sorrow, suffering, banish’d from hereyes;
Victorious over death to liar oppenr
The vistn’d joys of heaven’s eternal year:
VVtcp not for her!
Weep not for her! Her memory is the shrine
Os pleasant thoughts soft ns the scent of flowers,
Oalm ns on windless eve the sun’o decline,
Sweet as the song of birds among the bowers,
Rich as a rainbow with its hues of light.
Pure as the moonshine of an autumn night:
Weep not for her!
“Weep not for her! There is no enure of woe,
But rather nerve the spirit that it walk
Unshrinking o’er the ihorny path Wow,
And from earth's low defilements keep thee back j
•So when a few fleet swerving years have flown,
mcctthee at heaven’s cate —and lead thee on:
Weep not for her!
TALI@o
THE WIDOW BY BREVET.
DV N. P. WILLI*.
Let me introduce the courteous reader
to two ladies.
Miss Picklin, a tail young lady of twenty
one, near enough to good looking to per
mit of a delusion on the subject, (of which
however, she had an entire monopoly,) with
•cheeks always red in a small spot, lips not
so red as the cheeks, and rather thin, sharp
tish nose, and waist very slender; and last,
.(not least important,) a very long neck,
scalded on either side into a resemblance to
r ittroll of shrivelled parchment, which
might, or might not be considered as a tnit
•fhrtunc—serving her as a title deed to twen
ty thousand dollars. The scald was infllct
ed, and'the fortune left in consequence, by
a maiden aunt who, in the baby-hoed of
?6iss Picklin, attempted to cure the child’s
sore throat by an application of cabbage
leaves steeped in hot vinegar.
Miss Eophemia Picklin, commonly call
ed Pbcmie—a good humored girl, rather
BncHned to be fat, hut gifted with several
joints of beauty of which she was not
:ut all aware, very much of a pet among
her female friends, ant! admitting, with per
fect sincerity and submission, her sister’s
•exclusive right to tlte admiration of the
■gentlemen of their acqairitance.
Captain Isaiah Picklin, the father of these
Badies, was a merchant of Salem, an impor
ter of figs and opium, and once master of
she brig “ Simple Susan,” which still plied
‘between his warehouse and Constantinople
—nails and codfish the corgn outward. I
have not Miss Picklin’s permission to men
tion the precise dates of the events l am
about to record, and leaving that point alone
to the imagination of the reader. I shall set
down the other particulars and impediments
in her “ course of true love” with historical
fidelity.
Ever since she had been of sufficient age
to tuirn her attention exclusively to matri
mony, Miss Piokliri had nourished a presen
timcntthift her destiny was exotic; that the
soil of Salem was too poor, and the indigen
ous lovers too mean ; and that, potted in her
twenty thousand dollars, she was a choice
production, set aside for flowering in a for
eign clime, and destined to htj iranSplatited
by a foreign lover. Vvith this secret in her
bosom, refused one or two gentle
men of middle age, recommended by her
father, beside sundry score of young gentle
rmen of slender revenues in her own set ot
.acquaintances, till, if there had been any
thing besides poetry in Shakespeare s as
sertion that it is
“ Broom groves
Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves,”
the neighboring “ brush barrens” of Sau
•gus would have sold in lots at a premium.
Ht was possibly from the want of nightin
gales/-to whose complaining notes the gen
tleman Os Verona “ turned his distresses,”
-that the-discarded of Salem preferred the
• consolations of Phemie Picklin.
News to the Ticklins! Hassan Keui,
the son of old Abdoul Keui, was coming out
iin the “ Simple Susan 1” A T urk—a live
•Turk—a young Turk, and the son of her
father’s rich correspondent in ‘Turkey!
***• Ah me !’’ thought Miss Picklin.
iThe captain himself was i other taken
aback. He hrfdrittihwn old Abduol for ma
ny years, had traded and smoked with him
in the cafit of Galato, had gone out with
hrm on Sundays tb ‘Jbiihge oh the tomb
stones at Scutsri, ahd had never thought
twice about his yellow gown and red
trowsers: but what ‘the deuce would be
thought of them ih Salem! True, it was
his son ; but a Turk’s clothes descend from
father to son through three generations; he
knew that, from remembering this very boy
all but smothered in a sort of saffron blank
.et, with sleeves like pillowcases—lns first
Resumption of the toga virtlts. (Not that
old picklin'knew Latin, bxit such wai hi.
•KiitiiW.ntMlerex.pvewed. ) Thcn he h,d
& JfcmClg JUtospauer : ©ctootrfc to literature, agriculture, ji&ccftauieg, mutation, jForetflu autr 33omeot it SntcUigeiur, arc.
Up rose Hassan, when informed who was
his visitor, and taking old Picklin’s hand,
put it to his forehead. The weather-stain
ed sea-captain had bleached in the counting
house, and he had not, at first right, remem
bered the old frier.d of his father. He
passed the pipe into Isaiah’s hand and beg
ged him to keep it as a memento of Ahdoul
for his father had died at the last Ramazan.
Hassan had come out to see the world, and
secure a continuance of codfish and good
will from the house of Picklin, and the
merchant got astride the tiller of his old
craft, and smoked this news through his
omber-moutbed legacy, while she youth
went below to get ready to go ashore.
The reader of course would prefer to
share the first impressions, of the ladies as
to the young Mussulman's personal appear
ance. and 1 pass at once, therefore, to their
disappointment, surprise, mortification, and
vexation ; when, as the bells were ringing
for church, the front door opened, their fa
ther entered, and in followed a young gen
tleman in frockcoat and trowsers! Yes,
and in his hand a hat—a black hat—and on
his feet no yellow boots, but calfskin, mun
dane and common calfskin, and with shaved
head, and no twisted shawl around his
waist; nothing to be seen but a very hand
some young man indeed, with teeth liketa
fresh slice of cocoa-nut meat, and a very de
lilterate pronunciation of his bad English.
Miss Picklin's disappointment had to he
slept upon for she had made great outlay
of imagination upon the pomp and circum
<tfa*oeof wedding a white Othello in the
■eyes of wondering Salem ; but Phemie’s
surprise took but five minutes to grow into
a positive pleasure ; and never suspecting,
at any time, that she was visible to the na
ked eye during the eclipsing presence of
her sister, she sat with a very admiring smile
upon her lips, and her soft eyes fixed ear
nestly on the stranger, till she had made out
a full inventory of his features, proportions,
manners, and other stuff available in dream
lane. What might be Hassan’s impression
of the young ladies, could not be gathered
from bis manner; for, in the first place,
there was the reserve which belonged to
him as a Turk, ami in the second place,
there was a violation of all oriental notions
of modesty in their exposing their chins to
the masculine observation ; and though he
could endure the exposure, it was of course
with that diffidence of gaze which accom
panies the consciousness of improper ob
jects—adding to his demeanor another
shade of timidity.
Miss Picklin’s wcre no t inva
ded quite to th omits of terra cognita by
the cabbags-ieaves which had exercised
such an influence on her destiny ; and as
the scalds somewhat resembled two maps of
South America, (with Patagonia under
each ear,) she usually, in full diess, gave a
clear view of the surrounding ocean —wise-
ly thinking it better to have the geography
of her disfigurement well understood, than,
by covering a small extremity, (as it were
the Isthmus of Datien,) to leave an undis
covered North America to the imagination.
She appeared accordingly at dinner in a
■ costume not likely to dimmish the modest
embarrassment of Mr. Keui, (as she chose
to call him) —extremely decollete, in a pink
silk dress with short sleeves, and in a tur
ban with a gold fringe, the latter, of course,
out of compliment to his country. “ Mo
ney is power,” even in family circles, and it
was only Miss Picklin who exercised the
Srivilejje df full dress at a mid-day dinner.
‘hemie came to the table dressed as at
breakfast, and if she’felt at all envious of
her sister’s pink gown and elbows to match
it did not appear in her pleasant face or sis
terly attention. I'he captain would allow
anything, and do almost anything, for his
rich daughter; but as to dining with bis
never been asked to the house of the Stam
boul merchant, not introduced to his wives
nor his daughters—(indeed, he had forgot
ten that old Koui was near cutting his throat
for asking after them) —but of course i?was
very different in Salem. Young Koui must
he the Picklin guest, fed and lodged, and
tire girls would want to give him a tea-party.
Would “he sit oil a cliair, or want cushions
on the floor ? Would he come to dinner
with his breast bear and leave his boots out
side ? Would he eat rice pudding with his
fingers] Would he think it indecent if
the girls didn’t wear liuen cloths, Turkey
fashion, over their mouths and noses?
Would he bring bis pipes? Would he fall
on his lace and say his prayes four times a
day, wherever he should be, (with a clean
place bandy ?) What would the neighbors
say ? The captain worked himself into a
violent perspiration with merely thinking of
all this.
The Salemi'es havj a famous museum,
and know “ what manner of thing is your
crocodile hut a live Turk consigned to
Captain Picklin ! It set the town in a fe
ver!
It would leave an indelicate opening fur
a conjecture as to Miss Picklin’s present age
were I to state whether or not the arrival of
the “ Simple Susan” was reported by tele
graph. She ran in w ith a fair wind oil Sun
day morning, and was immediately board
ed by the harbor-master and Captain Pick
lin ; and there, to the prophetic boding of
old Isaiah, they on ug Turk sat cross-legged
on the quarter-deck, in a white turban and
scarlet etceteras, smoking his father’s identi
cal pipe—no other, the captain would have
taken his oath!
MADISON, MORGAN COUNTY, GEORGIA, SATURDAY MORNING, SEPTEMBER 23, 1843.
coat on, in hot weather, company or no
company, lie would lather
“ beset quick i’ the earth,
And bowled to death with turnips,”
though that is not the way he expressed it.
The parti carri, therefore, (for there was
no Mrs. Picklin) was, in the matter of cos
tume, rather incongruous, but, as the Turk
took it for granted that it was all according
to the custom of the country, the carving
was achieved by the shirt-sleeved captain,
and the pudding, “helped” by his bare-arm
ed daughter, with no particular commotion
in the elements. Earthquakes do not in
variably follow violations of etiquette—
particularly where no body is offended.
After the first day, things took their na
tural course—as near as they were able.—
Hasson was not very quick at conversation,
always taking at least five minutes to put to
gether for delivery a sentence of English,
hut his laugh did not hang fire, nor did his
nods and smiles; and where ladies are volu
ble, (ns ladies sometimes are,) this paucity
of ammunition on the gentleman’s part is
no prelude to discomfiture. Then Phemie
had a very fair smattering of Italian, and
that being the business language of the Le
vant, Hassan took refuge in it whenever
brought to a stand still in English ; a refuge
by the way, of which he seemed inclined to
avail himself oftener than was consistent
with Miss Hicklin’s exclusive property in
his attention. Rebellious though Hassan
might secretly have been to this authority
oyer himself, Phemie was no accomplice,
natmal modesty combining with the long
habit of subserviancy to make her even an
ticipate the exactions of the heiress ; and
so Miss Picklin had “ Mr. Keui” principally
to heiself, promenading him through the
streets of Salem, and bestowing her sweet
ness upon him from his morning entrance
to bis evening exit; Phemie relieving guard
very cheerfully, while her sister dressed for
dinner. It was possibly from being per
mitted to converse in Italian during this
half hour, that Hassan made it the only pait
of the day : n which he talked of himself
and his house on the Bosphorus, but that
will not account also for Phemie’s sighing
while she listened—never having sighed be
fore in her life, not even while the same
VoifP was lalL-itigf llnglicL to Lor io(er.
Without going into a description of the
Picklin tea-party, at which Hassan was in
deed to figure in bis oriental costume, while
M iss Picklin sat by him on a cushion, tur
baned and (probably) cross-legged, ala
Sultana, and without recording other signs
satisfactory to the Salemites, that the young
Turk had fallen to the scalded heiress,
“ As does the ospray to the fish, that takes it,
By sovereignty of nature,”
1 must come plump to the fact that, on the
Monday following, (one week after his arri
val,) Hassan left Salem, unaccompanied by
Miss Picklin. As be had asked for no pri
vate interview in the best parlor, and had
made bis final business arrangements with
the captain, in that he could take passage
£iom New-York without returning, some
people were inclined to fancy that Miss
Picklin’s demonstrations with regard to
him had been a little premature. And
“ some people’’ chose to smile. But it was
reserved for Miss Picklin to look round in
church, in about one year from this event,
and have her triumph over “ some people
for she was about to sail for Constantinople
—“sent for,” as the captain rudely express
ed it. But I must explain.
The “Simple Susan” came in, heavily
freighted with a consignment from the house
of Keui to Ticklin and Cos., and a letter
from the American consul at Constantino
ple wrapped in the invoice. With the
careful and ornate wording of an official
epistle, it stated that Effcndi Hassan Keui
had called on the consul, and partly from
the mistrust of his ability to express him
self in English on so delieatc a subject of
bis affections with proper deference and
ceremony, he had requested that officer to
prepare a document conveying a proposal
of marriage to ths daughter of Captain
Picklin. ‘lhe incomplete state of his mer
cantile arrangements, while at Salem the
“previous year, would account for his silence
on the subject at that time, but he trust
ed that bis preference had been sufficiently
manifest to the lady of his heart ; and as
his prosperity in business depended on his
remaining at Constantinople, enriching him
self only for her sake, he was sure that the
singular request appended tohis offer would
he taken as a mark of his prudence rather
than as a presumption. The cabin of the
“ Simple Susan,” as Captain Picklin knew,
was engaged on her next passage to Con
stantinople by a party of missionaries, male
and female, and the request was to the in
tent that, in case us an acceptance of his of
fer, the fair daughter of the owner would
come out, under their sufficient protection,
to be wedded, if she should so please, on
tho day of her arrival in the “Golden
Horn.”
As Miss Picklin h3d preserved r mysteri
ous siletico on the subject of “ Mr. Keui’s”
attentions since his departure, and as a lady
with twenty thousand dollars iu her own
right is, of course, quite independent nf
parental control, the captain, after running
his eye hastily through the document, call
ed to the boy who was weighing out a quin
tal of codfish, and bid him wrap the letter
in a brown paper and run with it to Miss
Picklin—'taking it for granted that she knew
T T
more about the matter than he did, and
would explain it all, w hen he came home to
dinner.
In tlnnkirig the matter over, on bis way
home, it; occurred to old Picklin that it was
worded as if he had but one daughter. At
nny rate, he was quite sure that neither of
his daughters was particularly specified, ei
ther by name or ace. No doubt it was all
right, however. The girls understood it.
“ So, it’s you Miss !” he said, as Miss
Picklin looked round from the turban she
was trying on before the glass.
” Certainly, Pa! who else should it
be ?”
And there ended the captain's doubts, for
he never again got sight of the letter, and
the turmoil of preparation for Miss Picklin’s
voyage, made the house anything but a
place for getting answers to important ques
tions. Phemie, whom the news had made
silent and thoughtful, let drop a hint or two
that she would like to see the letter ; but a
mysterious air,and “la! child, you would’nt
understand it,” was check enough for her
timid curiosity, and she plied her needle
upon her sister’s wedding dress with pa
tient submission.
The preparations for the voyage went on
swimmingly. The missionaries were writ
ten to, and willingly consented to chaperon
Miss 1 Picklin over the seas, provided her
union with a pagan was to be sanctified
with a Christian ceremonial. Miss Picklin
replied with virtuous promptitude that the
cake for the wedding was already soldered
up in a tin case, and that she was to be mar
ried immediately on her arrival, under an
awning on the brig’s deck, and she hoped
that four of the missionaries’ wives would
oblige her by standing up as the brides
maids. Many square feet of codfish were
unladen from the “ Simple Susan” to make
room for boxes ar.d hags, and one large
case was finally shipped, the contents of
which had been shopped for by ladies with
families—no book of oriental travels ma
king any allusion to the sale of such arti
cles in Constantinople, though, in the natur
al course of things, they must be wanted
as much in Turkey as in Salem.
The brig was finally cleared and lay off
in the stream, and on the evening before
the embarkation the missionaries arrived
and were invited to a tea party at the Pic k
liris. Miss Picklin had got np a little sur
prise for her friends with which to close the
patty —a “ walking tableau as she termed
it, in which she should suddenly make her
application at one door, pass through the
room, and go out at the other, dressed as a
sultana, with a muslin kirtle and satin trow
sers. She disappeated accordingly half an
hour before breaking up ; and, conversa
tion rather languishing in her absence, the
eldest of the missionaries rose to conclude
the evening with a prayer, in the midst of
which Miss Picklin passed through the
room unperceived—the faces of the com
pany being turned to the wall.
The next morning at daylight the “ Sim
ple Susan” put to sea with a fair wind, and
at the usual hour for opening the store of
Picklin and Cos. she had dropped below the
horizon. Phemie sat upon the end of the
wharf and watched her till she was out of
sight, and the captain walked up and down
between two puncheons of rum which stood
at the distance of a quarter deck’s length
from each other, and both father and daugh
ter were silent. The captain had a confus
ed thought or two besides the grief of part
ing, and Phemie had feelings quite as con
fused, which were not all made up of sor
row for the loss of her sister. Perhaps the
reader will be at the trouble of spelling out
their riddles while I try to let him down
softly to the catastrophe of my story.
Without confessing to any ailment what
ever, the plump Phemie, paled and thinned
from the day of her sirter's departure.—
Her spirits, too, seemed to keep her flesh
and color company, and at the end of a
month the captain was told by one of the
good dames of Salem that be had better ask
a physician what ailed her. The doctor
could make nothing out of it oxcept that
she might be fretting for the loss of her sis
ter, and he recommended a change of scene
and climate. That day Captain Brown, an
old mate of Isaiah’s, dropped in to eat a
family dinner and say good-bye, as he was
about sailing in the new schooner Nancy
for the Black Sea—his wife for his only
passenger. Os course he would bo obliged
to drop anchor at Constantinople to w ait for
a fair wind up the Bosphorus, and part of
his errand was to offer to take lotters and
nicknackeiies to Mrs. Keui. Old Picklin
pul the two things together, and over their
glass of wine proposed to Brown to take Phe
mie with Mrs. Brown to Constantinople,
leave them both there on a visit to Mrs.
Keui, till the return of the Nancy from the
Black Sea, and then le-embark them for
Salem. Phemie came into the room just as
they were touching glasses on the agree
ment, and when the trip was proposed to
her sho first colored violently, then grew
pale and burst into tears ; but consented
to go. And, with such preparations as she
could, make that evening, she was quite rea
dy at the appointed hour, aud was off’ with
the land-breeze the next morning, taking
leave of nobody but her father. Aud this
time the old man wiped his eyes very of
ten before the departing vessel was “ hull
down,” and was heartily sorry he had let
Phemie go without a great many preseuts
and a great many more kisses. * * * * *
A fine, breezy morning at Constantino
ple !
Rapidly down the Bosphorus shot the
caique of Hassan Keui, bearing its master
from his country-house at Doimahatchi In
bis warehouses at Galata. Just before the
sharp prow founded away toward the Gol
den Horn, the merchant motioned to tire
caikjis to rest upon their oars, and, stand
ing erect in the slender craft, be strained iris
gaze long and with anxious earnestness to
ward the Sea of Marmora. Not a sail was
to be seen coming from the west, except a
man-of-war with crescent flag at the peak,
laying off toward Scutari from Seraglio
Point, and with a sigh that carried the cloud
off bis brow, Hassan gsily squatted once
more to his cushions, and the caique sped
merrily on. In and out, among the vessels
at anchor, the airy bark threaded her way
with the dexterous swiftness of a bird, when
suddenly a cable rose beneath her and lifted
her half out of the water. A vessel newly
arrived was hauling in to a close anchorage,
and they had crossed her hawser as it rose
to the suiface. Pitching headlong into the
lap of the nearest caikji, the Turk’s snowy
turban fell into the water and was carried
by the eddy under the stem of the vessel
lounditig to, and as the caique was driven
backward to regain it, the bareheaded own
er sank back aghast— Simple Snsan of Sa
lem slating him in the face in golden capi
tals.
“Ob! Mr. Keui! how do you do !’’ cii
ed a well-remembered voice, as he raised
himself to fend off by the rudder of the
brig. And there she stood within two feet
of his lips—Miss Picklin in her bridal veil,
waiting below in expectant modesty, ami
though surprised by bis peep into the cabin
windows,excusing it as a natural impatience’
in a bridegroom coming to his bride.
The captain of the Susan, meantime, had
looked over the tafferel and recognised his
old passenger, and, Hassan, who would
have given a cargo of opium for an hour to
compose himself, mounted the ladder which
was thrown out to him, and stepped front
the gangway into Miss Pic klin’s arms ! She
had rushed up to recive him, dressed in her
muslin kirtle and satin trowsers, though,
with her dramatic sense of propriety, she
had intended to remain below till summon
ed to rne Ortclat. The vnj/iaTi, us u—
kept back from delienry, but the missiona
ries stood in a cluster gazing on the happy
meeting, and the sailors looked over their
shoulders as they heaved at the windlass.—
As Miss Picklin afterwards remarked, “ it
would have been a tableau vicant if the deck
had not been so very dirty !”
Hassan wiped bis eyes, for lie hod re
placed his wet turban on his head, but what
with his escape from drowning, and what
with his surprise and embarrassment, (for
he had a difficult part to play, as the reader
will presently understand,) he httd lost ull
memory of his little stock of English.—
Miss Picklin drew him gently hy the hand
to the quarter-deck, where, under an awn
ing fringed with curtains partly drawn, stood
a table with a loaf of wedding-cake upon it,
and a bottle of wine and a Bible. She nod
ded to the Rev. Mr. Griffin, who took hold
of a chair and turned it round, aud placing
it against his legs with the back towards him
looked steadfastly at the happy couple.
“ Good morning—good night;—your sis
ter—aspetta / per amor’ di Dio /*’ cried
the bewildered Hassan, giving utterance to
all the English he could remember, and
seizing the bride hy die arm.
“ These are my bridesmaids,” said Miss
Picklin, pointing to the missionaries’ wives
who stood by in their bonnets and shawls.
“ I dare say lie expected my sister would
come as my biidesmaid !” she added to Mr.
Griffin to explain the outbreak as she un
derstood it.
Hassan beat his hand upon his forehead,
walked twice up and down the quarterdeck,
looked around over the Golden Horn as if
in search of an interpreter of his feelings,
and finally walked op to Miss Picklin with
a look of calm resignation, and addressed to
her and the Rev, Mr. Griffin a speech of
tbreo minutes, in Italian. At the close of
it lie made a very ceremonious salaam, and
offered his band to the bride; and, as tio
one present understood a syllable of what
he intended to convey in his address it was
received os probably a welcome to Turkey,
or perhaps a formal repetition of his offer
of heart and hand. At any rate Miss Pick
fin took it to be high time to blush and take
off’her glove, and the Rev. Mr. Griffin then
bent across the back of the chair, joined
their hands and went through the ceremo
ny, ring and all. The ladies came up. one
after another, and kissed the bride, and the
gentlemeu shook hands with Hassan, who
received their good wishes with a curious
look of unhappy resignation, and after cut
ting the cake and permitting the bride to re
tire for a moment to calm her feelings
and put on her bonnet, the bridegroom
made rather a peremptory movement of de
parture, and the happy couple went off in
the caique townrd Uolmabatchi amid much
waving of handkerchiefs from the mission
aries, and hurrahs from the Salem hands pf
Simple Susan.
And now, before giving the reader a
translation of the speech of Hassan before
the wedding, we must go back to some lit
tle events which had taken place one month
previously at Constantinople.
The Nancy arrived off Seragolio Point
after a very remarkable passage, having still
WM. T. THOMPSON, EDITOR.
on her quarter the northwest breeze which
had stuck to her like a bloodhound ever
since leaving the harbour of Salem. She
had brought it with her jo
indeed, for twenty nr thirty vessels which
had been long waiting a favorable wind to
encounter the ndverse current of the Bos
porus. were loosing sail and gening under
way, and the pilot, knowing that the desti
nation of the Nancy was alio to the Black
Sea, strongly dissuaded Captain Brown from
dropping anchor in the Horn, with, a chance’
of losing the good luck, and lying, perhaps,*
month, wiud-bouud in harbour. Under
standing thol the captain’s only object i
stopping was to leave the two ladies witlr
Keui the opium-merchant, the pilot, wlwv
knew his residence at Dolms-batchi, made’
signal for a caique, aud kept the Bosphorus..
•* Arriving opposite the little village of
which Hassan’s house waa one of the chief
ornaments, the ladies were lowered into the
caique and sent ashore—expecting of course
to be received with open arms by Mrs. Kent
—and then, spreading all her canvass, the
swift little schooner sped on her way to
Trebisntid.
Hassan sat in the little pavilion of hih
house which looked out on the Bosphorus,
eating his pillou, for it waa the noon of a’
holiday, and he had not been that morning
to Galata. Recognizing at once the sweet
face of Phemie as the caique came near the
shore, he flew to meet her, Supposing “ Sim
ple Susan” had arrived, and that the lady of
his love had chosen to come ar.d seek him.
The reader will understand of course that
there was no “Mrs. Keui.”
And now to shorten my story.
Mrs. Brown and Phemie were in Has
san’s own house, with no other acquain
tance or protector on that side of the world,
and there was no possibility of escaping a
true explanation. The mistake i cat ex
plained, to Brown’s satisfaction. Phemie
was the “ daughter” of Captain Picklin, to
whom the offer was transmitted, and as, by
blessed luck, the Nancy bad outsailed the
Simple Susan, Providence seemed to have
chosen to set light fur once, the traverse of
true love. The English embassy was at
Bulgut lu, only six miles above, on tlse Bos
phot us, and Hassan and his mother and sis
ters, and Mis. Brown and Phemie were
and the happy couple were wedded by the En
glish chaplain. The arrival of the Simple
Susan was of course lookcJ for, by both Has*
sau ami his bride, with no little dismay.—
She had met with contrary winds on the
Atlantic, and had been caught in the Archi
pelago by a Levanter, and from the damage
of the last she had been obliged to come to
anchor off the little island of Paros and re
pair. This had been a job of six weeks,
and meantime the Nancy had given them
the go-by, and reached Constantinople.
Hassan was daily on the look-out for the
btig in his trips to town, and on the morn
ing of her arrival, his mind being put at
ease for the day by his glance toward the
Sea of Marmora, the stumbling so sudden
ly aud so unprepared on the object of his
dread, completely bewildered and unnerv
ed him. Through all his confusion, how
ever, and all the awkwardness of his situa
tion, there ran a feeling of self-condemna-,
lion, as well as pity for Miss Picklin; .n<f
this hud drivrfi him to the catastrophe, de
scribed above. He felt that he owed hell
some reparation, aad aa the religion which
he was educated did not fotbid ■ plurality
of wives, and there was no knowing but
possibly she might he inclined to. “.do inr
Turkey as Turkeys do,” he left ft, incum
bent on himself to state the fact of his pre
vious marriage, and then offer her the privi
lege of becoming Mrs. Keui No. 2, if aha
chose to accept. As he had no English at
his command, he stated his dilemma anil
made his offer in the best language he bad
—ltalian—and with the result the reader
has been made acquainted.
Os the return passage of Mias Pitklic,
formerly Mrs. Keui, under the chargb of
Captain and Mrs. Brown, in the schooher
Nancy, 1 have never learned the particblhrs.
. She at rived at Salem in very good health,
however, and has since been distinguished
principally by her sympathy for widows-f
---based on what, Icannot very positively
She resides at present in Salem with her fit-
tlier, Captain Picklin, whoisatill tile tar -
signee of the house of Keui, having ritade
one voyage to sec the children ofhisdijhgb
ter Phemie and strengthen the roerctatile
connection. His old age is creeping on
him, undistinguished by anything except
the little monomania of reading the letter*
from his son-in-law at least a bundled times,
and then wafering them up over the fire
place of his counting room—ih doubt, ap
parently whether be rightly understands the
contents. — New Mirror.
Reminiscenret of the Hudiqrf, —The light
houso near Caldwell's Laming is seen to
gieat effect by the passejige* in the evening
boat from Ne w-Yot kto N'ewburgh. Leav
ing the city at five in the summer afternoon,
she makes the intervening forty miles be
tween that hour and twilight; and while the
last tints of the suuset are still in the sky,
the rtars just beginning to twinkle through
the glow of the west, the bright fight ofthia
lofty beacon rises up over the prow of th*
boat, shining apparently on the very face of
the new-starred Waven. As he approach
es, across the smooth and still purpled mir
ror of lire eihypt river is drawn a long
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