The Travellers A Tale. Designed for Young People.

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THE TRAVELLERS.

In the month of June, (the jubilee month of poets and travellers) in the year eighteen hundred and eighteen, Mr. Sackville, his wife, and their two children, Edward and Julia, made the grand tour of Niagara, the lakes, Montreal, Quebec, &c. Both parents and children kept journals, in which they recorded with fidelity whatever they observed which they deemed worthy of note. We have been favored with the perusal of them all, and have been permitted to make a few extracts from them, which we intend to combine into a brief narrative, that we are sure will amuse our young readers, provided their delicate essence does not escape our unskilful hands.

First, it will be necessary that our readers should know into whose society they are thus unceremoniously introduced.

Mr. Sackville, in the prime of life retired from the successful practice of the law, to a beautiful estate in the country. Various motives were assigned by his acquaintances for his removal; but as those diligent inquirers, who so conscientiously investigate their neighbor's affairs, are apt to pass over simple and obvious motives, those which, in this instance, governed Mr. Sackville's conduct, escaped their observation.

The truth was, he had a strong predilection for a country life; he was wearied with briefs and declarations; he loved above all things, the society of his accomplished wife, and he ardently desired to participate with her the happiness of educating their fine children; and besides, he had many little plans of utility and benevolence, such as are naturally suggested to an active and philanthropic mind on entering a new sphere of life.

Mr. Sackville purchased a fine estate in the town of ——, in the state of ——. We have left these blanks, which we are well aware are very provoking to all, and especially to young readers, in order to allow them to locate the amiable Sackvilles (the name we confess to be fictitious) wherever they choose, north or south of the Potomac, east or west of the Alleghanies; for we sincerely believe that such pattern families are to be found in every section of our favored country.

Edward was ten, Julia eight years old, when they removed from town. They felt a very natural reluctance at leaving the city, their companions, and the only pleasures they had ever known. But the state of their feelings will best appear by a conversation which occurred between them and their mother, shortly before their removal, while Edward was assisting her to pack up some vials, which with their contents, composed his chemical laboratory.

“You are very good, dear mother,” he said, kissing her, “to take such pains to pack up these things: you have been in such a panic about spontaneous combustion ever since the night you found the phosphorus on fire, that I expected my little cupboard and all its treasures would be condemned. But,” he added, with a sigh, “I suppose you think I shall want my chemistry more than ever to amuse me in the country.”

Phosphorus is a matter which shines or even burns spontaneously, and without the application of any sensible fire.

“No, my dear boy, not more than ever.”

“Oh, mother! Bob Eaton's father says the country is such a bore—and Bob thinks so too.”

“And what,” asked Mrs. Sackville, “do Bob father and Bob Eaton, mean by a bore?”

“Why, they mean, certainly”——Edward began in a confident tone, and then faltered a little: “that is, I suppose they mean, that——that——that——” Edward found it as difficult to explain their meaning, as the original utterers of the profound remark would have done if suddenly called on: and he was glad to be interrupted by a soliloquy of his little sister, who stood in one corner of the room, wrapping something in half a dozen envelopes....