lief in
supernatural agency, and trusted strongly to the effect such a document
as that which she now prepared would have upon him. She wrote the note
which Mr. Comyn discovered in the Bible, imitating Mr. Bruce's hand,
which was peculiar, as closely as she could; and then, when the minister
left it there--a circumstance which, though she did not foresee,
rejoiced her--she subtracted it thence, uninterrupted and unsuspected.
But when it pleased the Almighty to make manifest the murderer by the
means thus strangely suggested to her, she confessed the whole to the
indulgent Henny and her lover, and by their advice took the magistrate
also into her confidence.

We have nothing more to relate, but that Barbara Comyn and John Percival
were soon after united by the worthy minister; whilst Miss Henny was as
busy as a bee in preparations for the wedding, and as happy in
witnessing the happiness of others as if she had never known a care of
her own.

* * * * *

THIERS has abandoned politics and history for the summer to visit
England.

Miscellanies.

[From Charles Mackay's New Volume of Poems, "Egeria," &c.]

THE GARDEN GATE.

"Stand back, bewildering politics!
I've placed my fences round;
Pass on, with all your party tricks,
Nor tread my holy ground.
Stand back--I'm weary of your talk,
Your squabbles, and your hate:
You cannot enter in this walk--
I've closed my garden gate.

"Stand back, ye thoughts of trade and pelf!
I have a refuge here;
I wish to commune with myself--
My mind is out of gear.
These bowers are sacred to the page
Of philosophic lore;
Within these bounds no envies rage--
I've shut my garden door.

"Stand back, Frivolity and Show.
It is a day of Spring;
I want to see my roses blow,
And hear the blackbird sing.
I wish to prune my apple-trees,
And nail my peaches straight;
Keep to the causeway, if you please--
I've shut my garden gate.

"I have no room for such as you,
My house is somewhat small:
Let Love come here, and Friendships true
I'll give them welcome all;
They will not scorn my household stuff,
Or criticize my store.
Pass on--the world is wide enough--
I've shut my garden door.

"Stand back, ye Pomps! and let me wear
The liberty I feel.
I have a coat at elbows bare--
I love its _dishabille_.
Within these precincts let me rove,
With Nature, free from state;