of their conduct, now gladly joined their
approval of what betokened, in fact, a happy family meeting. As the
clock on old South Church tower pealed out eleven, a pretty, smiling
young mother, in plain, but unexceptionable, neat attire, ascended the
large stone steps of the Newschool mansion, with a light and graceful
step, bearing a sleeping child in her arms.

Another moment, and Cecelia Fairway was in the arms of her old mother;
the smiles, kisses and tears of the whole family party were bountifully
showered upon poor Cecelia, and her sweet little daughter. Imagination
may always better paint such a scene, than could the feeble pen describe
it. The deep and gushing eloquence of human nature, when thus long pent,
bursts forth, sweeping the meagre devises of the pen before it, like
snow-flakes before the mighty mountain avalanche.

Oh! it was a happy sight, to see that party at their Thanksgiving
dinner.

Old Mr. Newschool, in his long and fervent prayer to the throne of
grace, expressed the day the happiest one of his long life. Quickly flew
the hours by, and as the shades of evening gathered around, Francis
Fairway was announced with a carriage for his wife's return home.
Francis Fairway, the artizan, was a proud, high-minded man, conscious of
his own position and merits, and scorned any base means to conciliate
the favor and patronage of his superiors in rank, birth, or education.
His deportment to the Newschool family was frank and manly; and they met
it with a sense of just appreciation and dignity, that did them honor.
Francis met a generous welcome, and the evening of Thanksgiving day was
spent in a happy re-union indeed. Upon Cecelia's and her husband's
return home, she found a small note thrust in the bosom of her child,
bearing this inscription--

"Grandfather's Re-union gift to little Cecelia; Boston, Nov., 184-."

The note contained five $1000 bills on the old Granite Bank of Boston,
and which were duly placed in the old Bank fire-proof, to the account of
the little heir, the enterprise of the artizan having placed him above
the necessity of otherwise disposing of Joel Newschool's gift to the
grandchild.

Cabbage vs. Men.

Theodore Parker says, the cultivation of man is as noble and
praiseworthy a science, as the cultivation of cabbage, or the garden
sass! Says brother Theodore, "You don't cast garden-seed in the mire,
over the rough broken ground, and exhibit your benefits. No, you dig