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92 .“De omnibus rebus, et quibusdam aliis.” BY W. W. TURNER. Vol.1. DECEMBER 15, 1862. No. 7. The Meeting. “She came—she is gone—we have met, And meet perhaps never again.” “ Consaponakeeso!” breathed a deep but tender voice, just as the chant was finished. The sound was from a young man who had come up, unperceived, and had stood listening to the wild melody that rose .and echoed through the forest. His appear ance answered, to a singular degree, the description in the song. He appeared tall, graceful, willowy, active,and strong. Coal- black hair fell in masses almost on his shoulders, and his eyes, which were now soft and melting, one who looked on him would feel sure, could shoot forth eagle glances. He was clad in a hunting suit— frock of European cloth, slouched felt hat, decorated with a plume of native feathers, buckskin leggings, and Indian moccasins. In his belt were pistols and a knife, while a rifle of exquisite workman ship lay across his shoulder. The cast of his features, and the fair hue of his cheek, showed that he was a pure Caucasian. At the sound of his voice, Consapona- keeso turned and sprang to her feet. Per ceiving the speaker, she bounded impul sively toward him. Quickly laying down his rifle, the young man opened his arms, and the girl threw herself into them, ex claiming : “At last ! my beloved one ! At last!” A long, mutual embrace, and a showei of passionate kisses followed, when the two sat down on the grassy bank, unheed ing the presence of the other Indian girls, who stood gazing in wonder at the scene before them. Consaponakeeso, supported bv one of her lover’s strong arms, rested her head upon his broad bosom, and turned upward, toward his face, her deep, lustrous eyes, from which beamed an expression of pure, devoted love, and perfect assurance and contentment. Her cup of happiness was full. Thus far, her companions had been si lent, but now there was a busy whispering among them, and at length one, the eldest of the group, approached and spake: “It becomes not her, in whose veins flows the blood of our Grand Micco, to be have thus toward an unknown Pale Face.” Consaponakeeso rose to hei feet, and drew herself up to her full height. Ad j the countryman. angry, haughty glance flashed from her eyes as she answered : “Daughter of the Family of th6 Bear, you forget yourself.* A princess of the House of the Wind does not brook reproof from her inferior.” The girl so addressed, who appeared to be about 20 years old, and wore a sober, prudent look, seemed, for a moment, to be somewhat angry, as well as abashed ; but she quickly recovered herself, and resum ed her quiet, collected manner. “Daughter of the Wind,” she answered, “we of our family do not forget what we are. We stand next to yours, and I have been commanded to watch over and advise you.” “Hear me, then,” was the answer: “This is no unknown Pale Face. His father is one of the mighty men of war among the Whites, and he himself is one of the chief of their young braves.” “We know them not,” persisted the oth er : “The tender young dove should not trust itself within reach of the ravenous hawk.” . “Yes; but the eaglet matches with its kind. Heard you not when I said his glance was piercing and bright like the eagle’s ?” “ No moi'e,” added the imperious girl, with increased haughtiness of manner, and a determined wave of the hand: “ Go !” she added, pointing toward the town. Her companion was at length silenced, and turned, with the rest, to leave the wil ful princess. “ Consaponakeeso,” said the young man, “ why do you not tell them who I am ?” “ Because,” was the. reply, “ the Family of the Win’d know no superior in this land, and are accountable to none.” “ Then I will speak,” said he. “ Daughters of the Miccoes,” he contin ued, addressing the retiring maidens, while his arm again entwined the form of the beautiful girl by his side, and she drooped her head upon his shoulder: “ Daughters of the Miccoes, it is as your princess tells y ou. My father is a man of note among the people of your great king and father who dwells beyond the wide waters. He is a colonel in the army of this mighty sov ereign. You have all heard of Col. John Musgrave. I am his son. He comes, even now, from the colony of Carolina, to bright en the chain of friendship between your people and his—that chain which has late ly grown rusty and dull. He is, at this moment, in your town with his friends. They and I arrived there but an hour ago. I asked after this, my wild flower, and hav ing been told, by her own mother, that she had come this way, I followed to seek her.” The Indian girls had stopped and listen ed attentively to what young Musgrave said. “ I know not” replied Hiwassee, the girl who had interrupted them first ; “ I know not whether there is truth in your heart and on your lips, or w hether you use lying words; but I have spoken and -we will leave you.” “ Go !” exclaimed Consaponakeeso, with another imperious wave of the hand. ■ Publius vElius Adrian. “Publius JElius Adrian, the 15th Roman emperor, was of a-Spanish family, and ac cording to some historians was a native of Spain, though others affirm Rome to have been his birthplace. He was born a. d. 76, and served early in Spam and Moesia. Having married the neice of the empress Plotina, he rose rapidly by the aid of her influence and his own merit, and filled the offices of questor, consul, tribune of the people, and pretor. For his conduct in the Dacian war, Trajan gave him the diamond which he himself had received from Nerva as the sign of adoption. On the death of Trajan, in the year 117, Adrian succeeded him to the empire. During his long reign of 21 years, he visited almost every part of his dominions. While in Britain he built the famous wall between the Solway and the Tyne, to prevent the incursions of the Caledonians. The Jews having revolted, he defeated and almost exterminated them. Adrian had a robust constitution, went bare headed, and usually made long marches on foot ; he had an extraordinary memory, was condescending, enacted many good laws, and loved poetry, and the arts and sciences. On the other hand, he was sus picious, not unfrequently cruel, and dis graced himself by his unnatural passion for Antinous. He died at Baise, in his 62nd year, having, for sometime previously, been so tormented by disease as to entreat his friends to terminate his existence. A few days before his death he composed the Latin lines to his soul, which have been often translated into various language.”* “ The most disagreeable two-legged aui- mal I know, is a little great man, and the next, a little great man’s factotum and friend.” “ There are some men whose enemies are to be pitied much, and their friends more.” “ None but the contemptible are appre hensive of contempt.'