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POHTRJT. MEMORY. BY W. LEGGF.TT, E6R. When memory paints, with pencil true, The scenes where youth delighte t roved, She throws o’er none so sweet a hue As robes the home of her t loved. Each tree, each flower, that flourished there, In former beauty seems to wave; I seem to breath" mv native air, ’MkI friends who’re sleeping in the grave. But soon these sha les of joy depart, And present sorrows start tc view— Memory, like Hope, still mocks the heart With visions sweet—but fleeting too! But faith points out your radiant heaven, And bids the mourner not despair; Whispering, “afflictions are but given “Like angel-wings to wait you there!” THE EVENING HOUR. There is an hour when memory dwells, On blissful scenes too bright to last; The heart beats high—the bosom swells With recollections of the past. ’Tis when the shades of evening rest Their pall upon the glowing west, Ahd shroud in gloom each brilliant ray Whose union lights the smile of day. Calm evening hour, thv mellow tone Awakes to light each slumbering bliss— That hast around my boyhood shone As pure and warm as love’s first kiss— Oh! joys that were, and pleasure’s gleam Are sunk in cold oblivion’s stream; Still, still I dwell with fond regret On scenes I never can forget. MISCELLANEOUS. INTERESTING ADVENTURES OF TWO FEMALES WITH THEIR EIGHT CHILDREN. From the Albany Daily Adv. March 27. "Messrs. Editors —The following highly interesting, and we think ad mirably well told tale, from the Johns town Republican, youwill oblige us by inserting in your columns. Some farther portion of this “strange event ful history” we shall subjoin, although apprehensive our feeble pen will fail in doing justice to the sequel. “0 woman in ordiuary cases so mere a mortal, how, in the great and rare events of life, dost thou swell into the angel!”—exclaims a late po pular writer. The opinion has been expressed by many before him, and history bears on its page some splen did proofs of its justness. Romance also has often adopted and gilded for the theme of its tale the heroic en durance or achievement or generosity of woman, and the Roman (or Gre cian) daughter, Elizabeth, in the “Exile of Siberia,” and the heroine of “The Heart of Mid Lothian” are but the portraits which commemorate some scenes of real life.—Numerous, however, as are the recorded proofs of woman’s capability of greatness, they bear but small proportion to its thousand exertions which have passed unnoticed to oblivion, and perhaps the finest and truest displays of female heroism have been in humble or in private life, when the heart made its effort or its sacrifice unprompted by the hope of eclat and unsustained by the certainty of fame. A case came under my observation last week wnieh, for its display of patient fortitude, untiring persever ance, and deep and cruel sufferings, as well as the melancholy interest which it excited, has few or no par allels. The tale is not long, and if you choose, Mr. Editor, you may tell it all—the subjects of it well deserve such praise as we can give them. Two brothers, whose wives also were sisters, resided near Glasgow, in Scotland, and on the fruits of their industry in their lucrative and respect able occupation (they were Calico printers) supported their families in comfort and ease, and were enabled to give their eight children all the ad vantages of mental and. religious in struction, for which the better class of tradesmen particularly are so dis tinguished in that country. The dis tress, however, which for years has - pervadpd the manufacturing districts of Great Britain extended at last to them, and continued its visitations un til their prospects were destroyed, and their perseverance exhausted. Denied all hopes of better times, they resolved in despair to abandon an oc cupation which no longer repaid their toil, and in June last they embarked with their families for Canada, with the purpose of purchasing and culti vating land. They settled in the town of Ram sey, 20tt miles above Montreal, and there soon found, in the task of building their log hut, and clearing their heavily timbered new land, that they were entirely unfitted for, ?nd unequal to, the duties and labours of their new vocation. Provisions were dear and scarce, the climate was se vere, and their fund of money was al most exhausted; a hard winter ivas before them, and—looking on tleir wives and children, who had thus far endured their privations patiently, if not cheerfully—they resolved with the advice of their few neighbours, to cross into “the States,” and seek their employmentCin some of the^new manufactories. They started on the loth November, expecting to send in a short time for their families, which they were leaving but slenderly pro vided. It was not, however; until the 10th of February, that a letter reach ed its anxious expectants, stating that they had at length found employment at Fall River in Massachusetts, and would send for their families so soon ns they had earned the means. But for this their families could not wait—they were sinking under the pressure of evils among which the “hope delayed” counted but as tri fling. The sum of money which the husbands had been able to leave them was hut small, and the scarcity of provisions prevailing in the incipient settlement was shared by them even to extremity; to absolute hunger—the crevices and seams of their log hut were but partially closed, aud admit ted the snow at every blast of the wind. Arniud hunger and cold and the cries of their children, their thoughts often turned to their own pleasant home by the Water of Lev- en. The few and distant neighbors gave them no assistance, for they did not know their wants-“we had not any means of repaying obligations, said one of them to me, “and sac did we nae like to ask them!”—and these two women, who in their own country had perhaps never seen an axe, were o- bliged, standing to the knees in snow, to cut down with their own hands the trees from which they obtained fuel for the fire around which their chil dren shivered. , This could not endure longer, and in good time had the letter arrived. They knew then where their hus band's were, and resolved to go to them. A sleigh was engaged, and their little preparations soon made But the snow threatening to break up, the man dared not venture upon the long journey and refused to go! This was a cruel stroke; the cup of their affliction had long been full, and this last drop might well have caused its waters of bitterness to overflow— for no pangs cut so sorely as those of disappointed, hope. They had now no choice but to endure as they had endured, or to attempt the journey on foot. The first seemed impossible; and besides these children and their mothers loved the fathers and hus bands from whom they were separat ed. The prospect for the latter also might well appal the stoutest heart— the distance was nearly 500 miles— winter was at its depth—of money they had but four dollars, and there in the woods their clothing would sell for nothing, (their furniture had been chiefly left at Montreal,! and to crown the whole they had eight childrcti of whom the eldest had not reached her 10th year. In despite however of these fearful difficulties, these two heroic females bent up their hearts to the under taking, and on the 18th day of Feb ruary commenced on foot their toil some journey. Each carried an in fant at the breast with a bundle of clothing—the eldest girl, Sarah, carried on her shoulders her sister j>( 18 months, and the other 3 girls and 2 boys, aged from 3 to eight years, trudged along as well as their little feet could carry them. From the 18th of Feb. until the 12th of March, when they arrived in this place, the weather had been peculiarly incle ment—many days were severely’cold, there were two deep falls of snow’, and constant high winds, and for the two last days they had come under a cold rain. Their course had been entirely on retired roads, which be ing little travelled were but imper fectly beaten. Their slender stock of money had been long since expend ed, and they were forced to rely up on such scanty charity as their ap pearance elicited (for they never ask ed any) and their number made even that less efficient. But mid snow and storm, in hunger and cold, they stjll pressed on.—There was no day in which they did not make some, prbgress-they slept wherothey could, and fed when it was offered, and the protection of that Providence which tempers the wind to the shorn lamb, & their own stiong hearts has brought them thus far. Little Sarah, who carried her sister, suffered much, with the soreness from that cause, of her shoulders, and two others had their faces frost-bitten; but although worn' and wearied with the toils Of their journey,they were well in health; and their spirits were high in the in creasing hope of soon meeting the husbands and fathers whbqi they sought. They had several times been carried forward a few miles by humane persons, ahd thus got over perhaps 35 of 240 miles which they had passed. . . Strange as it may seem, and dark as is the fact, for the many towns through which they passed, this was the first place where any efficient assistance was afforded to them. the few days of their stay here, they were comfortably housed and fed. Their deficiencies of cloth ing were supplied, a stock of whole some provision was prepared, a sleigh was sent with them to Albany, where they were sure, from the letters which they carried, of further as sistance, and a sum of money was given them besides, which would bear them on their way. The simple gratitude and honest pride of their “kindly” Scotch hearts were equally apparent:—‘Thank you, thank you —‘may Heaven itself bless you!” would they say, “but don’t if you please—we would rather not take more than just for the expenses, leave it for the poor who need it more!” —It was a pleasant sight when, with their thankful hearts beartiing in their happy faces, they set off over the icy road in a sleigh,with the children com fortably wrapped up, to join soon the fathers of their love. My story, sir, is done—but I wish to ask you—is there one man in a thousand^ do not speak of woman of them there may be many)who with even one child could have performed that journey as they did? Would he not an hundred times have fainted in exhaustion and despair?—The heart of woman only, swelling into heroism in the time of her trial, could have endured it. I believe that I have omitted to tell you the name of the subject, of my story—it is-Dykes. AndJeannie Deans, the celebrated heroine of Scott’s tale, the Heart of Mid Lothan, who walked from Edingburgh to Lon don at mid-summer, with money in her pouch for all her expenses, to beg from the King the pardon of her con demned sister, was made a heroine upon less than half the courage, the perseverance and the toilsome suffer ing which appertain to my Mrs. Dykes —though I confess that of the two she was the more fortdnate in her histori an. I airij sir, respectfully, yours, &c. Johnstown, March 16, 1829. On the arrival of this interesting family in our city, the letters furnish ed them in Johnstown were delivered; a special meeting of the St. Andrew’s Society called, and although numer ous applications, throughout this long and severe winter, had nearly ex hausted the treasury, a sum as large receipt of this letter he instantly started, in his anxiety to proceed o n his journey, he passed through Albany without any inquiry;, and in like man ner through Johnstown;-fortunately in arriving in the next town, he found he had missed the stage, and although lie knew it was adding nothing to his progress, as he must be overtaken by the next stage, he determined to continue his journey on foot; such was the restless anxiety of his mind to press forward to the relief of those so dear to him. We say fortunately, for here he overtook a fellow travel ler, who, in the course of conversation enquired the state of the roads to the Eastward, expressing anxiety on ac count of - two women and eight chil dren, who were journeying in that direction. We need not add that he instantly retracted his steps. At Johnstown he heard with a full heart and overflowing eyes, of all that these families had suffered, and of their present comforts.' On Friday last he again arrived in Albany, lie sought the managers of St. Andrew’s Society and it is with pride in the honest and honorable feeling of our country-men that we slate he instantly insisted oh refunding from his slender means, the sum advanced from the treasury of that association; this amount they ac cepted.—He was equally solicitous' in desiring to repay all the private contributions, but who would willing ly be deprived of the heartfelt sat isfaction of contributing to the com forts of persons so deserving? This restitution was therefore declin ed. We have rarely, if ever, known a case which excited so warm and uni versal symphathy, on each recital of the circumstances the hand was in the pocket before the tale was concluded, and lives there an individual, who on such an application, would have re fused? If there is, we do not envy that man’s feelings. Let him count over his hoards, and glut his eyes with the glittering treasure, we would ra ther follow our wanderers to their happy homes, and while our imagina tions picture their meeting, while the fire side tale of perils overpast and hospitality received, starts the sym pathetic tear, or lights the glow of gratitude on the cheeks, we seek no higher reward than to know that we ivere privileged to be the dispensers of a portion of this happiness. One circumstance more ought to be recorded, and then we have done The driver of the sleigh from Johns toWrt was instructed to convey them to the tavern kept by Mr. Shields, in Washington street, opposite the Western Hotel, here these ten per sons were hospitably received, and comfortably entertained, from Satur day till Wednesday, and all remu neration declined, although the man agers of the society almost forced upon him a trifling sum. We sincerely hope that many travellers who m3y read this account will make that house their home, when it equally suits their convenience to do so, and that events will prove, he has “cast his bread upon the waters” to “find it richer and heavier.” before mdny days. We are, gentlemen, respectfully yours. THE EARL OF EXETER. “When the late Earl of Exeter was in his mihority, he married a !a- imuaiuu mo ncnouij, « bum. wag , n j lls minority, ue marnea a as prudence would permit w as ira^ ^ ©f the name and family of Vernon mediately appropriated to their user 0 f Hanbury, Worcestershire, fron this, however, fell far short of the —« • Af amount necessary to forward them in comfort to their ultimate destination^ supscription was therefore set on foot, and among the members present a sum. was collected >vhich with the con tributions of a few charitable indivi duals, unconnected with the society, was found equal to the object. A vehicle was hired, comfortable pro visions for a six day’s journey were purchased, and under the care of a steady and attentive driver, these he roic women, with their interesting families, started for their home on the .morning of the 18th inst. On the evening of the same day, the elder of the brothers arrived here Tor the purpose of conducting the fam ilies home. It would appear that when they had accomplished the first fifty miles of their toilsome Journey, they halted at a tavern, from whence they wtote to their husbands, stating the circumstances which had induced them to leave their comfortless resi dence, and the hopelessness of be ing able to accomplish the task they had undertaken, and the slender pros pect they entertained of procuring any mode of conveyance. On the whom he was afterwards divorced .Af ter the separation had taken place, Lord Exeter, his uncle, advised him (then the Hon. Mr. Cecil) to retire into the country for some time, and pass for a private gentleman. He complied with the request, and took his course into a retired pait of Shrop shire. There fixing his residence for some time at an inn in the small village of Hodnet, he became liberal to an unexampled degree, to all a bout hint. Some people in the neigh borhood formed suspicious notions of him, surmising that he was a rogue in disguise, and accordingly shunned his company. Others took him for an In dian Nabob, and frequently he heard the rustics exclaim, “there goes the gentleman.” Taking a dislike at the situation, ho looked out for board at some farm-house: but here again was a difficulty. Few families cared to take him because he was loo fine a gentleman. At last in considera tion of the liberal offers that he made, a farmer agreed to fit him up a room. Here he continued, under the name of Mr. Jones, for about two years, ap parently contented with his retire went. He used occasionally to goto London for a short time, for the ur^ pose, as the country people suppose. , of collecting his rents, but in reality to resume the dignity end society of his station. “During this recluse life, time" hung heavy on his ha‘hds, and he pur chased some land jvith the view of building upon it. The workmen were at first averse to undertake it, and he did not choose to” oppose or expostu late with them, as it might tend to a discovery. But on his lordship’s of fering to pay a certain sum in advance, it was agreed that his design should he executed. About this titae, too, he undertook the superintendence of- the roads, the management of the poor rates, &c. all of which offices he filled with so much skill and discern ment ds surprised atid astonished the neighborhood, “He ventured also to pay his ad dresses to a young woman, a farmer’^ daughter, but was not atterided to, from motives of caution, not being known sufficiently to be trusted. The _ person at w hose house he lived being { less scrupulous than the rest permitted him to pay his addresses to hi's daugh ter, whose rustic beauty he admired.. And although the maiden was placed in a humble lot, his lordship soon dis covered that her virtues would one day shed a lustre on a more exalted station. On the farmer’s return from his labors in the field, the Hon. Mr. Cecil ^as Mr. Jones) made proposals of marriage, and craved the consent of the female’s parents. “What!” exclaimed Mrs. Higgins, the wife, “marry our daughter to a finegehtle- raan, a stranger? No, indeed.”— “But yes,” replied her husband; “the gentleman has houses and land and plenty of money, and there is no ex ception to his conduct.” Consent was obtained, the match was made up, and in twelve months, by the aid of proper masters, this charming country girl became an accomplished lady. “Shortly after this event, the Right Hon. Brownlow Cecil, Earl of Exeter, died, and his nephew suc ceeded to his title and estates. This obliged him to leave his much-loved retirement, And hasten to town. He, took his wife along with him, but said nothing of his exalted station. In his way he called at several noblemen’s seat3, and at length' arrived at Bur leigh-house, the seat of his noble an cestors, near Stamford. The road was lined with gentlemen and tenant ry, assembled to welcome their new lord and lady. They entered in their carriage through the Gothic porch, which was hung round with flowers' and evergreens, and passed up the av enue shaded by the old trees. “Oh!’ r sard she, “what a paradise is this!” The Earl could contain himself no longer, but exclaimed, “It is thive, dear, and thou art Countess of Exe ter!” She fell back in the carriage and fainted with joy. They arrived at the house, her ladyship being re covered, and were welcomed with every demonstration of respect and affection. ‘Having settled his affairs to his satisfaction, he returned into Shrop shire, disclosed his rank, and placed his father-in-law in the mansion that he had built in the country, and set tled upon him an annuity of 500/. per annum. Afterwards he took the Countess to London, and introduced her to the fashionable world, where she was universally admired and es teemed.” Anecdote.—When the Danish mis-' sionarics appointed some of their Ma- labarian converts to translate a Cate chism, in which it was mentioned at* the privilege of Christians that they* become the sons of God; one of the'’ translators, startled at ?o bofJ a ing, as he thought it, and bursting intp/* tears, exclaimed, “It is too much; lef us rather render it—They shall bef permitted to kiss his feet.”— Col. Star.' NOTICE. I HEREBY forewarn all persons fr onri ' trading for a note given by me, dat e£ p April 1829, to Andrew M. Vann for two cows and calves and sixteen hundred weight of beef; as the consideration fof which the note was given has failed to bar sound 1 am deter mined not tp pay it unlesa compelled by law. SAMUEL ADAIR, Jr. Hightower, Mayl8th. 8—-8 CHEROKEE CONSTITUTION, Printed in both language* in parallel columns, for sale at this Office. j owy o»«7P, tjw ase>i»«s«v-i B€>AE u©«az 6ZJ DU.