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2 spot. Her hands were raised above her head; her upturned face was convulsed with an agony of appeals; but for a time no words came from her lips ; she sank prostrate on the floor. “Oh, my God 1” at last she moaned ; “Willie has gone from heaven ! I have lost him ! Oh, where is he ?” Then she glided back as silently as she had come, but the bitter moan sounded in my ears the long night through. The next morning she wore the same stony face. I stayed with her three weeks, and then returned to my own home, which had, meantime, been thoroughly renovated. I could sit in peace before my fire-place now, without fear of storms or risk of draughts. I could sit in peace, outwardly, but my mind had little rest. At intervals of two or three days I went over to see the little woman. Month by month her face grew smaller and her eyes larger and blighter. Their glitter haunt ed me. More than a year passed. Ore cheer ful morning, in early Spring 1 was iron ing in my kitchen ; a plea.sant breeze came through the window ; the blithe birds without made the orchard vocal with their lively twitterings, and a bed of strawberries in the garden delighted Hiy eyes with its white blossoms. Life seemed pleasant to me this bright morn ing, and my hands moved briskly at my work. A shadow fell across the ironing-board and caused me to lock up. There was Mr. Robinson, standing in the doorway. The weather-beaten face had changed much in the year—an unhappy year it had been to him—but its events had stirred the gentle parts of his nature. He looked even sadder than usual this morn ing, and his voice was low and sub dued. “Miss Jemima, my Mary seems lower than common; she’s clean given out and gone to bed. My rough hands and ways ain’t no account in a sick room; wouldn’t you just step over and see if you could help her any? I wouldn’t ask it if I could got along without.” “Instantly,” I replied, putting on my bonnet. “I will lock up the house and go back with you.” I found Mrs. Robinson lying on her bed, the room darkened. She looked up at me and smiled—a sweet, dim smile— then, closing her eyes, she lay quite still. Hour after hour, that I sat by her bed side, she never moved nor spoke. In the evening I sent for the village doc tor—a quiet, meek little man—who shook his head, looked doubtful, and left gome powders. And so she lay for five days and four rights. Sometimes she was feverish, and would turn and mutter; but usually she lay quite still, her small, thin hands folded, and that wonderful smile on her face. The evening of the fifth day the room was intensely still. Mr. Robinson and I sat watching the calm face, white as the pil- Lw beneath it. Suddenly a light broke over her features. She Hung her arms with a murmur of joys : “Willie, I am coming ?”—sank back, her breath ing growing shorter and feebler—a gen tle, scarce perceptible struggle, and the little woman was gone from her pain, from her longing, from her fond delusion —gone to a world of light and of peace, where all delusions vanish—gone to a world where, ere long, there will be an other meeting; and then Willie will be recognized and welcomed by that faithful heart forever ! Meanwhile, a bent old man still lives in the house over the way. He, too, is going fast. His iiair is white—a'soften ed light shines in his eyes; his mouth falls easily into a tender smile when you speak to him of Mary, his wife, in heaven. Perhaps she can tell ? she is watching him thenoe; her Willie becom ing gentler, more spiritualized, through his loving heart, his lonely life, and the guardian influence exerted over him from another world than ours. ■ in A Swedish Colony in Maine.— A Swed ish colony, recently established in Aroos took county, Maine, and known as “New Sweden,” is attracting greit attention from the curious. The settlers live in cabins erected by the State. These cabins are made of peeled logs, and are about IS by 2S feet in size. This is rather close quar ters for a family, but pioneers and colo nists have to get used to limited and in convenient accommodations. One of the comforts of these dwellings that was not contained in the original lug cabin, is com prised in real glass windows. The only tipple the colonists use is beer, which they make themselves from boiled corn and mo lasses. They wear wooden shoes made by themselves out of green cedar and birch stumps. There is not a chignon among all the women. The colony is as yet but an experiment; the colonists are doiDg all they can to make it a success. They work very hard, maintain their cheerfulness, and studiously observe all the require ments of the Lutheran religion. If this enterprise gives token of permanency and prosperity a year hence, other enterprises of a similar character will be under taken ; or rather this one will be extended over a large area of country that is not likely to be settled, in mauy years, by any other process. Frcm the Dublin Irishman. ' Forgotten ? You know old Mother, without the crown, That love for your holy face— A love through tears and smiles that shone, Growing and growing through years apace— Clings to our hearts like ivy lone. You know that when the foes you bore Had placed their hands on your sacred throat, And perfidiously licked up all your gore, Your honest sons with courage wrote Your wrongs, and kissed you o’er and o’er. 0 and Mother, the world is dear and fair With gems and riches of the best, Yet all the worth of the world, though rare, Would never purchase our loving breast From you, old Mother of woe and care. You know when they offered us tempting wine, Red and sweet in the chalice of sin, And said the sun would never shine On our heads, unless we would give in, Did we ever shed tears oi brine ? And then when they took our wealth and lands, And crushed our hopes in the press of woe, And scourged our hacks, and tied our hands, Hadn’t we strength enough to show That wc would ever resist their bauds? Ever, old Mother, you heard the cry Os sons who scorned the furnace flame— Os men resolved sooner to die Than ever sully your glorious name, Or stain the flag of your chivalry. Look, old Mother, the foolish ones Who laughed at you in your care and death, And scoffed at your valiant, honest sons Who kept your love through all the earth — Wher® are their cursed, wicked bones ? Cheer up, old Mother, that glorious face, Though seared and wrinkled by tear and pain, Is ever loved by your noble race, Whom tyranny can never chain— Who win their freedom pace by pace. M. C. K. [From the Dublin Irishman.] THE BATTLE OF FONTENOY. Irish readers will peruse with lively interest the spirited and acucrate ac count of The Battle of Fontenoy, as given by Mr. O’Callaghan, in his great work, “The History of the Irish Brigade in France.” The Allied Forces assembled at Brus sels, in April, 1745, under the “Bloody” Duke of Cumberland. British, Ger mans, and Hanoverians, Ac., they num bered about 53,000. The French, com manded by Marshal de Saxe, numbered 40,000 at the fight—some 24,000 were engaged in siege work. The whole of the Irish were with the fighting portion, to wife—the cav alry regiment of Fitz-James, and the infantry regiments of Clare, Dillon, Bulkeley, Roth, Berwick, and Lally. They were put forward, “For,” said an able French minister, “the Irish arc ex cellent troops, especially when they march against the English and Hano verians.” The Irish infantry, forming the Brigade, were under O’Brien, Earl of Thomond. The “allies” approached to raise the siege of Tournair—the French drew up on the north side of the Scheldt to op pose them: May 11th, after a severe fire of ar tillery on both sides, from about five to nine o’clock in the morning, the Allies prepared to bring the contest to a de cision. Brigadier-General Ingoldsby, on their right, was to assault the redoubt on the edge of the wood of Vezon. The Dutch General, Prince de Waldeck, with their left, was to break in from Fontenoy to Antoin. The Duke of Cumberland, with the Anglo-German troops, was to attack in the centre. On their light, Ingoldsby could not bo got ten to obey Lis orders, having, in the words of a contemporary, “smelt too long at the phys’c to have any inclina tion to swallow it”--for which he was | subsequently tried by court-martial, | and expelled the service. On their left, } Waldeck, though aided with two English • BABBM m Sl. battalions, found such a line of volcanoes opened by the French batteries from Fontenov to Antoin and the southern * bank of the Scheldt that his Dutch, after some efforts to advance, showed no greater taste for this “hot work” than In goldsby did for the ‘'physic” of the re doubt. Rut in the centre matters pro ceeded very differently. The Duke of Cumberland, whose bravery that day merited the highest eulogium, at the head of a column of 14,000 or 15.000 British and Hanoverian infantry, accompanied by twenty pieces of cannon, notwith standing the difficulties of the ground, and the destructive cross fire from the guns of the village of Fontenoy, aud of the redojjbt unassaulted by Ingoldsby, forced his tray beyond both into the French centre. “There was one dreadful hour,” alleges the Marquis d’Argenson, a looker on with Louis XY r ., “in which we ex pected nothing less than a renewal of the affair at Dettingen, our Frenchmen be ing awed by the steadiness of the Eng lish and by their rolling fire, which is really infernal, ano, I confess to you, is enough to stnpify the most unconcerned spectators. Then it was that we began to despair of our cause.” And no wonder “they began to despair!” Os their infantry, battalion after battalion of the Regiments des Gardes Grancaises, Gardes Suisses, d’Aubeterre, du Roi, de Ilainault, des Vaisseaux, de Normandie, Ac., of their cavalry, squadron after squadron, including those of the Gardes du Corps, Gensdatmerie, Carabiniers, Regiment de Fitz-James, &c., gave way, shattered by the musketry or smashed by cannon of that moving citadel of gallant men, from whose ranks, as having pene trated above three hundred paces beyond the redoubt and village in spite of all that had yet crossed their path, the shouts of anticipated victory resounded over the plain. Rut by this time, though its depth seemed undiminLhed the column had suffered much; it looked as if as tonished at finding in the middle of the French, and without cavalry; it appeared motionless, as if without further orders, yet maintaining a fierce counten ance, as so far master of the field of bat tle. Like a noble bull, faced by none with impunity, and wounded only at a distance by those still venturing to wound there it stood in the midst of a hostile amphitheatre, triumphant, and bellow ing defiance, though weakened by past exertions and loss of blood. Had the Dutch now burst through th) redoubts from Fontenoy to Antoin in support of the Anglo-German column, the French would have been not only beaten, but ruined, since there would certainly have been no escape for the mass of their army, and, perhaps, no retreat even for the King and the Dauphin. An attempt indeed, to penetrate that part of the French line, in spite of the murderous artillery fire from its redoubts, aud from a flanking battery of six guns or up wards on the other side of the (Scheldt, was made at this alarming juncture with much firmness by the Dutch infantry in column, similarly aided by their cavalry, while from Tournay a sally was also di rected by its still numerous Dutch gar rison (orginaily 9,000 strong) agaiut the French investing force of 27 battalions and 17 squadrons, or about 18,000 men, under Lieutenant-General the Marquis de Breze. “When we picture to ourselves,” exclaims my French authority, “the animosity, the blows, the cries, the leciprocal menaces of al ove 100,000 combatants, armed for mutual destruc tion, between Tournai and Fontenoy, the Hashes and reports of 100,000 mus kets, and of 200 pieces of cannon, the terrible thunder of which was a thou sand and a thousand times reverberated along the Escant,” or Scheld, “as welTas by all the forests about it, we may well conceive that never has the air or the sea been agitated by a more horrible tempest than that from Tournai to the field of Fontenoy.” This attack of the Dutch from Fontenoy to Antoin, and the sally of their garrison from Tournay, were both fortunately repulsed; but the Duke of Cumberland was still triumphant. Meanwhile, the Duke de Richelieu, having proceeded to reconnoitre the for midable column, met with Colonel Lally, “impatient that the devotion of the Irish Brigade was not turned to ac count;” and who, with due presence of mind to perceive, unlike others, that the unchecked progress of the column, since it had gotten beyond the artillery of the redoubt and viduge into the midst of the French, was greatly owing to its em ployment of twenty pieces of cannon, as well as musketry, against musketry, alone, m:. e such a suggestion on that point to Richelieu, as contributed, a sccou i time, to the gaining of the day. This battle, “so celebrated,” the learned historian, Michelet, “was lost without remedy, if the Irishman, Lally, animated by las hatred against the Eng lish, had not proposed to break their column with lour pieces of camion.” As ’an adroit courtier,” continues Miche let, thus honorably exposing his own countryman’s dishonesty, “the Duke an propriated to himself the idea and the glory of its success.” Hurrying away with such a useful hint, he came to where Louis XV. was stationed with the Dauphin, the Marshal de Saxe, &c., and the four cannon referred to, that were at hand in reserve fora retreat. “A rather tumultous council.” writes Voltaire was going on around the King, who was P res sed, on the part of the General w d f i? he .f ke of Franc< ‘. not to expose himself further. The Duke de Richelieu! Lieutenaut-Genera), and acting in the rank of Aide-de-camp to the King ar m-euat this moment. He was after re rOnnoitermg the columns near Fontenoy. Having thus galloped about in every being wounded, he ap m hand anV 1Gm ’° Ut breath, sword in hand, and coveied with dust. AVhat Mm 3 te ,n ' ing? ’ Said Marshal to the battle is gained, if W e will it- and ” y ?z:v: , tkat . , four ™ should front of the' 3 f -Mvanced against the ttont of the column; while this art llerv w.d stagger ,t, the Maison du Roi and the other troops will surround it; we must fall upon it as foragers ”* Tint is as elsewhere explained, “like chasseurs,’ wit, the hand lowered, and the arm shortened, pell mell, masters, footmen, orncers,. cavalry and infantry, all to gether Louis at once approved of the counsel of bis favorite, Richelieu; and wenty officers of distinction were do tached to make the corresponding ar i Dgemen $. me Duke de Pequigni to whom he use tor the cannon was ex plained hastened them forward, crying out- No retreat, the King orders that these four pieces of cannon should gain the victory.” Richelieu himself set off at full speed to bring up the Maison du leu, and others advanced with the severat corps of Gendarmerie, Chevaux Legers, Grenadiers a Cheval, Mousqe tares The Marshal de Saxe likewise departed to take general measures for tne Huai effort to recover the day. . midst the prevalent hopelessness of success, he had sent there several orders tor withdrawing the troops at Antoin to Oaionue; to secure at all events, the retreat of the King and the Dauphin there. These repeated orders, only "sus pended on the personal responsibility of the officers at Antoin, would, if acted on, have tendered Fontenoy another Crecy m the military annals of Franco, by opening such an inlet for the Dutch to operate with the successful British and Hanoverians, as had certainly been found elsewhere, but for the fortunate foresight and suggestion of additional re doubts and artillery there by Colonel Lally. Ihe Marsh .1 first hurried (o Antoin on the right, to countermand its evacuation, if possible; and he was most luckily in time to stop it when it was about to take place. He then quickly traversed the field in an opposite direc tion; ordering that the various regiments should not, as hitherto, make “false charges or each attacking on its own account, rather than connected with others—but that they should re-arrange themselves for a united assault upon the consolidated discipline, order, aud mini' bars of the enemy’s column, so as iu fiont, ai.d ou both Hanks, to close upon and break that column, by a great simultaneous rush of “each for all, and !° l fHis excursion, the Marshal, ere he rejoined Louis NV., pro ceeded as far round the hostile column to the left, as towards the position of the Irish Brigade. Tiie six regiments of infantry of which this corps consisted were stationed be hind the wood ot Barry, or VeEon, and a ledoubt, with the Gardes Suisses on their light, ranged in like manner behind another redoubt, or that which* stopped IngoMsby—neither, however, of these redoubts having been manned by Irish or Swiss, but French troops. Next in line beyond the Gardes Suisses were the Gardes Franeaises; so that the Allied coulmn, under the Duke of Cumberland, in penetrating the French centre by breaking the Gardes Franeaises, had the Gardes Suisses on its right flank. Though the Irish, as still farther away to the French left than the Gardes Suis ses, were consequently not so posted as to be at all in contact with the hostile column when it made its way into the centre, they were disordered by the re sults of the column’s success." Os the four battalions of which the Regiment des Gardes I rancaises was composed, the ( fleets ts a continued residence in Paris weie so injurious to the soldiery of three, tiiaf these three battalions gave way sooner than they ought, in spite of the utmost endeavors ot the (ffieers to ially their men, the 4th battalion of the regi ment alone behaving well. The Gardes Suisses which formed the brigade 1,0 tween the Gardes the rish, being likewise repulsed in such a manner that cavalry had to intoroose « many defeated Guards retired, or e driven back upon the Irish regiments of Clare and Roth, that their Brigade was necessarily pufc i DtO confusion, and re quned to be proportionally reformed or restored to order ere it should be sum moned to join m the engagement. The ranks of the Irish Brigade-thanks to the co omul sectarian, and commercial mis rule, which beggared, starved to death or drove abroad for bread so many thou sands of their race and creed—then pre sented a fine military spectacle of youncr men, in high spirits and discipline, and “eager for the fray” Their natural in dignation at what they considered the shameless perjury through which their country was reduced to slavery, in spite of a solemn treaty, was attested by the stimulating cry, in their ancient lan guage, of “Remember Limerick and Saxon perfidy!” re echoing from man to man, as “watchword and reply,” Their feelings of loyalty—doubly hostile to those of their foe, from uniting devotion to the House of Stuart, and to°the House of Bourbon, as its ally—were also excit ed to suitable ardor by the favorite or popular Jacobite air of “The White Cockade.” This animating tune, whose allusion to the common color of the Stuarts and Bourbons was associated with words in favor both of the Stuart dynasty and of enlisting to recruit the Brigade, was consequently then and long after interdicted as treason by the Cromwello-Williamite or Whig-Hano verian representative of revolution “as scendancy” in Ireland. But its treason or its loyalty was, at FonteDoy, before a a fairer tribunal, or that of the oppressed armed as well as, and face to face with the oppressor. The general plan of action against the Anglo-llanoverian column was that after the four cannon should breach it in front, the cavalry, headed by the Maison du Roi, Gendarmerie, and Carabiniers, should dash in upon it there. The reformed in fantry Brigades du Roi and d’Aubeterre, leinforced and ccnnccted for their line of attack with the previously unengaged Brigade de la Couronne, were to fall back upon the enemy’s left, or Hano verian flank. The other infantry Briga des, de Norjuandie and des Vaisseaux, likewise formed anew after what they had suffered, and, drawn up in one line with the six Irish regiments, were to fall upon the enemy’s right, or British flank—the Irish Brigade here the freshest troops, and thus as it would ap pear, selected to head this movement having in consequence (it will he neces sary to observe) the Carabiniers nearest to them of the cavalry corps which were to attack in front. Mere tiring was to be limited as much as possible, to the ar tillery; the sabres of the horse, and the bayonets of the foot, being ordered to canclude the business. The gallant Lally, now that the Brigade were to act as “an Irishman all in his glory was there;” and. filled, as he was, with every cause for animosity to the English, on national, family, religious, and dynastic grounds, he made a speech of correspond ing vigor to the soldiers of his regiment: —“March against the enemies of France and yourselves, without firing, until you have the points of your bayonets upon their bellies.” Words, not less, if not more, worthy of remembrance, for their martial energy, than those, at Bunker’s Hill, of the American General Putnam, to his men, against the same foe:—“Re serve your fire till you see the whites of their eyes!” The Duke of Cumberland’s column hitherto presenting the appearance of a great oblong square, keeping up in front,, and from both flanks, a terrible fire of musketry, as well as of oamion loaded with cartridge shot, but by this time, so unluckily circumstanced, that it could not make use of its cannon without in jury to itself, was now within due range of the four pieces of French artillery, pointed in the best manner to make an opening for cavalry through the van ot that as yet impervious and invincible mass, while infantry should assault it mi each side. The well-served discharge* of the four cannon having raked rapid chasms through the opposing “wail ot men,” Richelieu, like a Bayard on this occasion, at the head of the Maison du Roi, gave the word to charge — “Now shall their serried column Beneath our sabres reel — Through their ranks, then, wita t-' war-horse— Through their bosoms with the steel!” The Maison da Roi, Genuai meric, anu Carabiniers galloped down upon the hostile van, unrecovered from the enis l ing fire of the artillery. Ihe infantry Brigades du Roi, do la Couroune, and Au beterre marched against the enemy s