escaped in one of the vessels. That enriched Girard, loaded as it was, with the freight of the wealthy islanders, consigned to him, they expecting to follow, a hope never realized. Thus enriching that wealthy citizen of the Quaker city, and enabling him to lay the corner stone of the mammoth fortune, which while its fruits beautify the city of his adoption, and furnishes means for the education of the grateful youth whose orphanage was a blessing, under the auspices of Stephen Girard, it left a large relationship with shattered hopes.

My grandfather reached Boston, a city in the then United States, since familiarly known as the "Hub of the Universe," from the radical felloes in it, who never tire of running into extremes, and would like the car of Juggernaut crush their defenseless victims.

In time, the ancestral tree decayed and died, leaving my grandmother and eleven children; they lived and flourished, and like their parent stem have yielded to the strokes of time, save one, God bless her.

With the exception of one uncle lost at sea fighting the British, another going to sea and never being heard from; one aunt shipwrecked, another marrying a French colonel, son of one of the signers of the death warrant of Louis XVI., nothing has ever occurred worth relating in my family, exeept the following story, which is furnished the reader to prove that remarkable events will occur even in the most unimaginative families. Napoleon says that "two-thirds of the world is made up and controlled by the imagination," yet I never knew but one case in my family, which yielded to its potent influence. This was my aunt who flourished in the capital of the Bay State, A. D. 1812. She was then a frolicsome girl of fifteen summers. She was as fair a flower as decked the beautiful mall of Boston, and glistened amid the drooping branches of those venerable elms that stand sentinels to the curtain that separates the happy past with its patriotism, its honesty and its conceptions of liberty, nurtured under oppression and fledged upon Bunker Hill. From the flimsy present, with its anarchy, its devotion to selfaggrandizement, its polished chicanery, and its whitened

sepulchres of policy, whose emblems should be a cross representing the religious fanaticism in the North, and the raw-head and bloody bones of abolition hate-with such a banner and with noisome influence as destructive as the exhalations of the Upas tree of the desert, move the elements of radical progression-yet the old elms stand intact, moaning and writhing in response to the whirlwind of passion, that fanaticism has sown in the land, and the heart of the country is now reaping in blood and tears. The heroine of this chapter was buxom, agile, and blithe, gentle, merry, and mild, a faultless figure, a mass of golden hair, pearly teeth, and cherry lips, a laugh like the gurgle of some limped, silvery crook, with a cinderella's foot, and you have the idol of the school room, the pet of the household, and the brightest gem in the casket of girl jewels, that sparkled in the solid city.

Why it was that nature intended something should happen to this fair girl, out of the ordinary course of human events, I know not; I only know that the story is as true as strange, and is left to the consideration of those who believe and accept the principle, that if mind and matter are connected, action on the one superinduces action on the other; and as the body anticipates its physical ills, in the aching bones or furred tongue, why not the mind anticipate its ills by foreshadowings or dream-land images? The screen that separates the seen from the unseen is of gossamer texture and invites the searcher to an examination of hidden love, that stimulated the Chaldean and the wise men of the East to hope that occult science and astrological scintillations would reveal a golden. sun of intelligence, in the clouded skies and unsealed book of nature. All nature is mysterious, and we are surrounded by an atmosphere of the supernatural. At times we feel as if 'twere good to extend the hand of fellowship, and to proffer the embrace of love, at others, of "drawing our skirts around us as if the wing of some offending angel were brushing by," and when catching the eye, shrinking as from a basalisk. It is a vulgar saying, "speak of the Devil, his imps will appear," yet, how often, when in a crowded assembly, some one is

named, and his character ventilated, and the subject barely finished, when lo! the owner of the cognomen appears. "We were speaking of you," says one, and all chime in with corresponding remarks. The electrical influence of the positive, has struck a negative chord, and the vibration is felt throughout the circle. The negative man approaches and mingles in the circle, attracts no attention, is unobserved, and his departure leaves no void, thus illustrating the mysterious influence of the positive, and negative influence in man. So much for the philosophy, now for the story itself. It was customary, in the good old days gone by, for fortune-tellers to wander round the outskirts of cities, erect little wigwams, and dispense the knowledge, gleaned from their inventive faculties of perception, for pence and shillings. These Gipsies were lavish of promises, to seekers after an insight into the misty future, and many a Miss has left the Sybil presence, with golden rays of imaginative light, shedding a halo around the future bride of Duke or Count, air castles, that toppled and fell from their airy height, erected by maiden's fancy meditation, at the fount of Gipsical incantation. The mechanical part of the trade, of those peregrinators was represented by a bottle, whose transparent proportion was supposed to reflect the destinies of those who sought its Delphic power. Into one of these bottles looked my heroine, and what did she see? Let the Gipsy tell us :

"So young, so bouyant, and so beautiful. Would that it presaged as bright a future! And, how pitiable, that thy rosy shadows should sink into the dark clouds of thy destiny; that innocent, thoughtless laugh, that brings dimples to the peach-like cheek, will be changed to a sigh, as ominous as that of the drooping willow; care will supplant thoughtlessness, and an early grave will receive the blossom, that will wilt and wither, before the keen blasts of winter. Shrinkest thou? "Tis so with all the children of Nature, they lack experience. I have seen the snows of seventy winters; have blistered my feet upon the parched and burning soil of the tropics; have wandered among heartless crowds in the world's metropolis, and sought eagerly for the crumbs that fell from

the rich man's table;' have been buffeted and spat upon, as an out-cast. I have found that all nature is weak and wicked; that it is susceptible to the touch of imagination's wand; that the sciences seek their home only in the mind of the sufferer, whose disease is research, and whose lamp of life is cabalistic knowledge, incomprehensible only to the unitiated, and my experience has taught me, to shun, as I would a pestilence, that spirit whose soul and heart is engrossed with worldly cares, saying, 'Wherewith shall I be clothed;' who never sees the beauties of the stella universe, and never realizes the fructifying influences of the solar system-their sun rising in the midst of daily cares, and its meridian splendor alone seen in the 'purple and fine-linen' of society, and whose setting is amidst frustrated plans, and disappointed hopes.

"Such is the life of those, whose opaqueness shuts out the light of wisdom; such their 'end to whom the secrets of knowledge remain unrevealed. I turn from them— despairing of humanity-and hope in the study of Nature, to catch a glimpse of that religion, that emanates from God alone.

"But to my task: I see a strange vessel, from a distant land; it nears the shore; curious costumes attract the eye; strange music is borne upon the breeze; she reaches the wharf Lewis'; a language, unknown to the mass, is heard on her deck; she is moored; the Supercargo* lands, and is received by a prince merchant of the city. "Tis evening; the scene-the drawing-room of the merchants house; the Supercargo sits on the right of his host; in his hand is a golden snuff-box; as he takes a pinch of snuff, a fair-haieed girl, a sister by marriage of the merchant enters, and is introduced; the Greek is fascinated, and in six months she marries the stranger; time developes two pledges of affection; she lives a period of time, bequeathed to flowers, droops and dies. Look into the bottle, and see hesitate not-thy fate is mirrored in it. Thou hast courted the art of the wierd sister, and her oracles have been partially disclosed to thy inquisitive sense.”

* The Supercargo was Nicholas Cicliteri, of Smyrnia, formerly Greek Consul to Gibraltar.

Eighteen months, from this occurrence, the first Greek ship, the "Jerusalem," that arrived in America, anchored at John Lewis'* wharf. Her Supercargo, Nicholas Cicliteri, formerly Greek Consul to Gibraltar, a gentleman of superior mind, was feated and feasted by the hospitality of the city. Among the most distinguished of his hosts was John Lewis, who gave him a reception; and was in the act of accepting a pinch of snuff from his guest, when all were startled by the fainting of the sister-in-law of the host, who had at that moment stepped into the room. Six months after, she was led to the altar, by the Greek. She lived a few short summers, faded into death, leaving a disconsolate husband, and two sweet children.

The above is true. It could not have been prophetic, but was simply an exhibition of that wonderful perceptive faculty, that draws heavily upon the marvelous, for its inspirations, yet is guided by the same mysterious and natural law, that, if studied by a devotee, will in time enable him, to give a spirit, interrogated language of his own creation, to respond. So keenly sympathetic will be natural, mental alliances. If you can look into a man's eye, and see, what he will do, why not look into the same mirror, and know, what he will say?

However, as I've given the history of the only remarkable member of my family, on the maternal side of my house, I now shift rapidly to the paternal. My grandfather was a Roman, and my grandmother a Genoese. They moved to Marseilles, France, a city settled by the Phocians, 2,600 years ago. My grandfather was one of the five hundred Marseillese, who marched five hundred and thirty-five miles on foot to Paris, and assisted in the grand denouement of 1793. So much were they imbued with the spirit of "Down with the aristocrats," that the other Jacobin factions were compelled to quarter the dark visaged, more southern rebels, outside the city wall, to keep them from raiding on tamer rad's, so eager were they for blood.

* John Lewis, owner of Lewis' wharves, one of the most distinguished of the many solid merchants of Boston.

† Two-thirds of the author's relatives were killed during the massacre.