this city from outrage against the invaders of the country will shield and protect this court, or perish in the effort. Proeeed with your sentence." With quivering lips the Judge pronounced him guilty of contempt of court, and fined him a thousand dollars. The act was greeted by a storm of hisses. Jackson immediately drew a check for the amount, handed it to the Marshal, and then made his way for the

court - house door. The excitement of the peo

shoulders, bore him to the street, and then the immense crowd sent up a shout that blanched the cheeks of Judge Hall, and gave evidence of the unbounded popularity of the heroic soldier who was so prompt in his obedience to the mandates of the civil law. He was placed in a carriage, from which the people released the horses and dragged it themselves to Maspero's house, where he addressed the populace, urging them to show their appreciation of the blessings of liberty and free government by a willing submission to the authorities of their country.

A few weeks later New Orleans became the | ple was intense. They lifted Jackson upon their theatre of another great popular demonstration, of a far different kind, when General Jackson appeared, not as a coroneted hero and almost an object of adoration beneath the roof of the old Cathedral, but as a culprit arraigned at the bar of justice in the old Spanish Court-house yet standing on Royal Street. The story may be told in a few words. In the Legislature of Louisiana was a powerful faction personally opposed to Jackson-so powerful that, when the officers and troops were thanked by that body on the 2d of February, the name of their chief leader was omitted. This conduct highly incensed the people. Their indignation was intensified by a seditions publication, put forth by one of the members of the Legislature, which was intended to produce disaffection in the army. This was a public matter, and Jackson felt bound to notice it. He ordered the arrest of the author and his trial by martial law. Judge Dominique Hall, of the Supreme Court of the United States, issued a writ of habeas corpus in favor of the offender. Jackson considered this a violation of martial law, and ordered the arrest of the Judge and his expulsion beyond the limits of the city. The Judge, in turn, when the military law was revoked on the 13th of March, in consequence of the official proclamation of peace, required Jackson to appear before him and show cause why he should not be punished for contempt of court. He cheerfully obeyed the summons, and entered the crowded court-room in citizen's dress. He had almost reached the bar before he was recognized, when he was greeted with huzzas by a thousand voices. The Judge was alarmed, and hesitated. Jackson stepped upon a bench, procured silence, and then turning to the trembling Judge, said: "There is no danger here-there shall be none. The same hand that protected

The news of the gallant defense of New Orleans produced a thrill of intense joy throughout the land. State Legislatures and other public bodies thanked the hero who commanded the victorious little army; a small commemorative medal was struck and extensively circulated among the people, and the National Congress then signified their approval by voting him a gold medal, and thirty years afterward by refunding to him the amount of the fine imposed by Judge Hall. Peace came immediately afterward; and Jackson retired to his home, a rude log-house in the forest-the dwelling of an accomplished wife whom he tenderly loved-from which he had been drawn by the urgent calls of his country. That home stood there in rude loneliness an eloquent witness of Andrew Jackson's moral heroism. His generous hand had aided a young relative of his wife in an unsuccessful mercantile adventure. To meet the obligations of the insolvent, Jackson sold the improved portion of his estate, and took up his abode in the woods to begin a new farm and establish a new home.

The battle of New Orleans was fought just half a century ago, a fortnight after the treaty of peace had been signed at Ghent.

TOM'S EDUCATION.

HAD lost my place-perhaps I should say

You were to stay two months longer, as I understood it," answered Tom, laughing.

But I was too anxious and unhappy to enjoy

I stations Wint kind of a situation, do you the joke.

ask? Civil? "Contrairy quite," as Mrs. Gamp says; and hardly military, though I dealt with infantry, and taught the young ideas how to shoot.

What a tide of life surged through the streets that day! The slow, steady tramp of soldiers resounded here and there; martial music throbbed in the air, and found its echo in thousands of anxious, throbbing hearts. A national fort had been stormed and taken by traitor hands. Each man felt as if his own hearth-stone had been shattered, his own fire-side invaded and desccrated. But I did not take the national grief into my heart. The struggle far away on Carolina's coast was a dead and distant thing to me compared with the battle I had waged that day, and the new fields for toil that still lay before A genial April sun sent its bars of dusky gold through the car window and laid them on my hands-a mocking shadow that could not be coined or used-a phantom of a substantial good. "Oh, golden light," I sighed, "golden youth, golden love! what are ye to the gold with which we buy and sell?” But when I recalled the multitudinous blessings of light, the rich promise of youth, and the glorious vision of true love, I thought, "Oh,

me.

Gold! gold! gold! gold!

Beaten or hammered, coined or rolled,' what art thou without God's sunshine, hope, and love, which thou canst neither buy nor sell?"

"Tell me, Tom, are they all well at home?" "Oh yes-reasonably conwalescent.' I am, at least. Father looks thinner; but then he wears himself out with work-service every day and special honors to the saints. He's dreadful busy now about something that's to come off to-morrow;" and Tom hummed, gayly,

"To-morrow's the feast of St. Alecampane, Apostle and martyr by heretics slain, Will you come to the altar I've shaded for you?" I was so preoccupied that I had no rebuke for Tom's levity.

"And what kind of a scrape have you had in college, Tom?"

"I don't mind telling you, I'm sure, Mill," answered Tom. "You see I went away stuffed as full as a sausage with good advice from father and you; and I really meant well. I intended to keep it all and profit by it, highly seasoned as it was. For a couple of months I studied like a brick-like a regular brick, you know."

Here Tom paused to give effect to his statement. I was silent, though I did not comprehend the style in which a brick conducts his studies.

"But it was so precious dull, so slow, you see," continued Tom, "that I was obliged to get acquainted with some fellows who were fastWe had rich scenes; but I must admit I began to be stumped in lessons about that time, and now and then made a blue fizzle."

er.

"A what?" I asked, rather confounded at

But still, I had lost my place, and what was these inexplicable terms. to become of Tom's education?

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the whole lesson."

"So the blue fizzle became frequent. Oh, Tom!"

"Yes, 'pon my word. I don't see how it was, for I studied; but you see I've got such a head, like a sieve, I think-the more knowledge you put in the more it ain't there. Well, so I went on till one of the Proff's caught us in a midnight spree. I never was appreciated afterward."

'A fizzle. Oh! I forgot you're not one of I was glad to see the little brown dépôt, and the fellows. A stump' is when you miss a to hear the well-known name, "Fonthill Sta-question, and the blue fizzle' when you miss tion," shouted by some one. I had yet a walk before me, for Fonthill proper reposes snugly a long half-mile away from the shriek of the locomotive. It was still light; a fresh breeze began to whisper among the leaves; a few passengers were walking the same way; and presently a tall, slender young man, with a cigar in his mouth, passed by. The smoke curled and wreathed itself backward like a thing of life. I was startled. Surely that step was familiar; surely that form was an accustomed sight-that cigar, or one like it, a household incense, as well as a source of incensing the household generally with the stale flavor of smoke that pervaded every thing. At last, when the young gentleman began to whistle a tune, I could doubt no longer. I stepped forward quickly and called out, in an assured voice,

"Tom!"

“Oh, Tom, are you expelled?” I cried, in sudden agony.

"No; only sent to rusticate for my health," he answered, laughing.

His laugh smote me to the heart like a blow sudden and sharp, and left a dull pain aching there. Could he laugh at his own disgrace-did he feel no shame? Had he no greater object in life but to enjoy? I feared not. I was glad to see the lights twinkling here and there before me, and to know that home was near. I quickened my steps. My heart beat fuller and faster as I saw the brown-stone church tower with tur"Why, hallo! Mill, is that you ?" rets clearly defined against a pale evening sky. "What are you doing at home-college does "The same, the same!" I murmured, in a choknot break up till July?" ing voice, as though I had feared some miracu

The young man swallowed the rest of his tune and turned his head. I felt my heart sink. It was Tom.

"And what are you doing at home, Miss? lous change in its familiar aspect.

a mosaic more lovely than the Florentine. | now that will be worth a mint if it only sucThere was a gleam of water in the distance, ceeds." and toward this I walked. The sunshine that fell on my path gave no hint of marsh or swamp -no shadow of dread disease in its golden beams. It paved a way of light amidst emerald grasses, along which I walked gayly as if it were the road to happiness, and the far-famed temple of earthly felicity stood at the end.

But I found something else at the end-namely, Tom. Yes! there he was, stretched out under a huge tree, smoking a cigar. He held something crumpled in his hand. I walked straight up to him.

"Well, Tom, you didn't invite me to join your excursion, but here I am.”

No answer.

"You seem to be having a good time here." "A [something like an oath] dull time."

I was shocked, but not repelled. "Is it not a lovely afternoon ?" "Is it?"

"Yes-can't you see?"

"If you do not find that your invention has been invented before, as is generally the case with your discoveries. You are always busy with toys, Tom-from the time you invented silk-reels that never would wind, to this hour, when some impossible scheme takes your mind from all possible good-from all self-culturefrom all scientific knowledge, which would show you the untrodden paths of new invention-and where the ignes fatui glimmer only to lead astray."

"In the mean time Bertrand Merrion-"

"Will hardly wait for your invention to be patented," I answered, gravely. "Our father must know nothing of this, Tom."

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Tom puffed vigorously away at his cigar till in the water as he spoke. he grew dim in the smoke.

I sat down beside him. The river rapidly floating on, here and there flecked with a white sail-the waves sun-steeped and sparkling-the blue sky, with slow-sailing floats of pearly cloud --all whispered "Peace," like the voice of the Master, to any tempest that might rage in the soul. But these voices seemed silent to Tom. He only glowered fiercely at Nature, as if he wondered what business she had to look gay when he was gloomy and discontented. Presently he tossed something white toward me. picked up the crumpled note, and somewhat curiously smoothed it out and read:

I

"DEAR TOM,-I regret that I am forced to remind you of a claim I have against you. I go to Washington in a few weeks, or I should wait. I wish, if possible, that you would let me have the sum I lent you before that time. If I thought it would be the last imprudence, I would

gladly lose it for the sake of your reform. As it is, I claim it that you may learn the value of money; also that I may use it for some of my brave fellows. Yours ever,

"Yes; offered it of his own accord when he overheard me telling my difficulties. Blame it, how was I to know what Champagne suppers would cost? When the bills came in-whew!" "Oh! Tom, how could you?" I exclaimed, quite appalled at the magnitude of his folly.

"Well, I tell you I was astonished!" answered Tom, in an angry tone, as if that was a sufficient expiation for any fault. "Bertrand Merrion was one of the grave and reverend Seniors, but he gave me the money with a large pill of advice-sugar-coated. I have an invention

"Of course not," answered Tom, moodily. 'Never mind, I can go as clerk in a dry-goods store. It would go against the grain confoundedly, but I might earn something; or I don't know but I should prefer a dose of laudanum." Tom stood listlessly enough, skipping stones He looked very little like accomplishing either suggestion just then: erect in the pride of youth; his slender figure, his handsome face crowned with well-trimmed curls; his quick hazel eyes, now a little moody and roving in their glance; his smooth white forehead, too broad and smooth for intellectual development; his features altogether too regular to denote strength of character. All these traits I marked as I examined him with a keener glance than ever before, and they gave me the impression of one who might do many a foolish deed, but never a daring one.

"I have some money, Tom," I said, "but it must be kept for your education; for this debt I have nothing."

At this moment the sunshine, glinting through the boughs, fell on a diamond ring that shone on my hand. The light seemed to radiate from the stone till it sparkled and gleamed like a tiny sun itself. difficulty.

It seemed to light a way out of the

"I will give you this, Tom," I said, with a painful effort. "You can pawn it, and I can afford to make up the rest."

Even Tom was moved to some faint objection. "Our mother's ring," he said, in a low tone. "You must not-I can never allow that." "If it only proves a talisman to save you from future folly. Oh, Tom, promise me that you will go back with the strong determination to make the best use of all the opportunities not so easily earned I can tell you. You have idled too long."

"I'll promise any thing for your sake, Milly," answered Tom, quite gayly, now that the temporary pressure of the debt was removed. "You are the best sister that an 'unfortunate cove'

ever owned."

He could throw off a burden so easily, careless about who took them up; he promised so gayly, I could hardly feel satisfied with a tone which had no depth to indicate resolve, no earn