She issued thence, her guardian's gentle arm Again I saw her, and her pathway led One pure white flower of Friendship, which she watched Of light. It seemed for these ungenial climes She pluck'd one petal soft, 'twas with a touch, That in its fragrant bosom chastely slept. And oft with grateful tears, she thanked and praised In loneliness, this one sweet flower to love. But midst her tender cares her hand was pierced E'en to the quick, blood streamed from the deep wound, A ghastly pallor, and the damp of death In some unguarded hour her watchful foe Had grafted on its stems buds from the bowers Of earth, and round its roots a baser soil Had thrown-thus earthly culture through her plant That's left to me on earth, and to my heart I still will clasp it, though my own life's blood Weep not, it said, but let it die ; In that bright land where thou art going; there Again I saw her, in a narrow path She trod; straight was the way, but broken, rough, And pleasant paths, where thousands walked, with songs But all in vain, she heeded not, nor heard The glorious image of the golden gates Toward which he hastened, and her eager ear Of angel minstrelsy. In safety thus That path she walked, till she approached a deep And 'round her, all was dark and dismal, there A fillet bright of varied gems. He smiled Of flowers and sunshine, he would bear her soon; And saw the fangs protrude in harmless wrath He fled; then rushed with joy that gentle one, And clasped her trembling form, and bore her on Through the dark valley. In that stream they plunged, And its wild waves closed over them. But lo! On the far shore they rise! th'eternal gates Swing wide! then close her in. One radiant glimpse Of heaven I caught, then ringing far above I turned That same calm voice, again bade me to hope, I knew that gentle one had come to guide GERALDINE. MARSCHALK MANOR. The old man treadeth wearily, But the old man prateth cheerily, CHAPTER FIRST, Showeth forth the Marschalk Manor, both Historically and Descriptive. Few who have ever seen any of the Dutch Manor-Houses which yet remain in the valley of the Hudson, can resist experiencing a sense of delight, and a heartfelt longing after the quiet, peaceful life, which seems afforded to its inhabitants. It is seldom that any of these old residences displays much architectural taste. The elegant refinements of carved buttresses and ornamental windows are generally wanting; proportion of parts is rarely strictly ob served; even the adaptation of any particular authorized style is regarded as a matter of but little real consequence. Yet its timeworn walls and irregular construction impart a quaint and antiquated aspect, suggestive of comfortable security and open hospitality, more than an equivalent for any lack of the richest adornments of English or Italian fancy. In such excellent features, the Marschalk Manor-House is second to none of its cotemporaries. How it was commenced, and how it attained its present form, a few words will explain. In the year 1643, a grant of land was obtained from the Indians by Balthazar Marschalk, the first of the name in this country, though, by the family archives, his lineage could be traced some centuries back in the bistory of Holland, during which time, his ancestors had held sundry posts of influence and honor, The land given at first covered an extent of several square miles, and although since much reduced, is yet one of the best farming tracts in the State. Two years after, the grant having been confirmed by the Dutch government, Balthazar engaged in the then profitable fur trade, and built a large depot for the purpose among the Highlands. That was the commencement of the Manor-House. At first it must have seemed but a sorry habitation, for it bore none of its present appearances of comfort, its only purpose being to protect pelfries from the weather, and occasionally to shelter, during a night, some straggling band of friendly Indians. To this end, four thick stone walls, as rough inside as out, were its only requisites, while a few little cannon, together with a liberal supply of fire-arms, composed its sole furniture. But years afterwards, when the trade was becoming less profitable and the intercourse with the natives less hazardous, the mansion underwent sundry alterations, in order to fit it for a family residence, and the Marschalks, leaving the town of New York, came hither to live. Then the exterior of the depot was much enriched with a variety of embattled gables which crowned the roof, and quaint arcs and angles, which were made to project from every window and doorway;-while the inside was divided into compartments and neatly plastered throughout. Several wings were also added, in order to afford increased accommodations. For in those days, a larger mansion was needed than now, since the Marschalks were numerous and powerful, and held frequent family meetings;-and it is said that often, upon festival occasions, some fifty persons, all related, enlivened the old Manor-House with music and dancing, and made the woods to resound with the cheerful blasts of their hunting-horns and the larder to be fragrant with the newly killed deer. That time might have been called the glory of the Marschalk family. Now, one solitary deer, the last of his race in this part of the country, stalks up and down the park, divested of all his youthful energy, his only remaining pleasure being to stand upon the river's bank, and, with glazed and filmy eyes, gaze upon his own poor reflection. And only one Marschalk now walks through these ample halls;-like the poor deer, a miserable representative of former times. At the same time with those other improvements, a circumference of nearly two miles was laid out round the house as a park, and tastefully planted with shade trees. These have now grown venerable with age, and form one of the greatest ornaments of the estate. Moreover, the whole edge of the park, except where the Hudson washes its turf, was bordered with box-wood, which nore than an hundred years have changed into a beautiful hedge, wonderful to all the surrounding country for its height and thickness. The inside of the Manor-House is not at all inferior to the outside in picturesque appearance. A hall over twenty feet in width divides the mansion, and all the rooms which open into it are well furnished with antique and curiously carved furniture. But my chief delight is the library, to which leads a wide stair-case, flanked with bannisters carved in that massive and grotesque style of art which so much prevailed some centuries ago. The largest room in the house is required for a library, for not only is it obliged to contain a fine assortment of English and Dutch volumes, but all my curiosities and antiquities must also be collected in one place. Among the principal of these I might mention sundry family portraits, most all painted by the most celebrated masters of their respective times. On one wall, hang some giant antlers, mementoes of my ancestors' skill in deer-stalking. On another side are some costumes of the days of Stuyvesant, complete from the cocked hat to the gold shoe-buckles. In one corner, are several old pipes, richly painted, and in another leans one of the little cannon which once served to protect the fur-traders. In fine, the apartment is so crowded with my antiquities, that there |