แ it. But you say," he added, turning to the passenger, that you did not dream of writing on a slate?" "No, sir. I have no recollection whatever of doing so. I got the impression that the bark I saw in my dream was coming to rescue us; but how that impression came I cannot tell. There is another very strange thing about it," he added. "Everything here on board seems to me quite familiar; yet I am very sure I never was in your vessel before. It is all a puzzle to me. What did your mate see?" Thereupon Mr. Bruce related to them all the circumstances above detailed. The conclusion they finally arrived at was, that it was a special interposition of Providence to save them from what seemed a hopeless fate. The above narrative was communicated to me by Capt. J. S. Clarke, of the schooner Julia Hallock, who had it directly from Mr. Bruce himself. They sailed together for seventeen months, in the years 1836 and '37; so that Captain Clarke had the story from the mate about eight years after the occurrence. He has since lost sight of him, and does not know whether he is yet alive. All he has heard of him since they were shipmates is, that he continued to trade to New Brunswick, that he became the master of the brig Comet, and that she was lost. I asked Captain Clarke if he knew Bruce well, and what sort of a man he was. "As truthful and straightforward a man," he replied, "as ever I met in all my life. We were as intimate as brothers; and two men can't be together, shut up for seventeen months in the same ship, without getting to know whether they can trust one another's word or not. He always spoke of the circumstance in terms of reverence, as of an incident that seemed to bring him nearer to God and to another world. I'd stake my life upon it that he told me no lie." George Pope Morris. BORN in Philadelphia, Penn., 1802. DIED in New York, N. Y., 1864. WOODMAN, SPARE THAT TREE! [Poems. Collective Edition. 1860.] WOODMAN, spare that tree! Touch not a single bough! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now. Lydia Maria Child. BORN in Medford, Mass., 1802. DIED at Wayland, Mass., 1880. POOR CHLOE. [The Atlantic Monthly. 1866.] HLOE, who was carefully instructed to use up every scrap of time CHLO for the benefit of her mistress, had seated herself to braid rags for a |