little foot on the rock, and trusted that she should be preserved from danger. Is it presumptuous to suppose that angels guarded the steps of this brave Christian child as she ascended the dizzy height so seldom trodden by human kind? When she reached the platform she paused to take breath; she tried to proclaim her safety to her companions, but the thunder of the sea drowned her weak voice; so she went on, feeling stronger, and more assured of her footing. The worst was yet to come; a few feet above the platform all semblance of a path disappeared, she feared she had mistaken her route, and it was only by advancing with the utmost caution and clinging firmly with her hands that she preserved herself from many a fatal slip and stumble. Her cape, filling with wind as she rose higher, seriously annoyed her; she took advantage of a little nook where she could securely rest, to unfasten it, and cast it away; and then being less encumbered, she re commenced her clambering. In a few minutes, to her great delight, she regained the path, and at every step it widened, and became easier. Her difficulties were over, for the remainder of the way presented no serious obstacles, nothing that could possibly impede the progress of a mountain-child; and ere long she attained the summit of the Battery. Almighty must have guided the little feet over the slippery, sharp rocks, else she would have been dashed to pieces between the platform and the Gull's Parlour!" The fisherman roused his son, who was sitting in doors telling his wife tales of people who had been drowned along that shore, in the high spring tides, when he was a boy. He was a stalwart, courageous young fellow, and he leaped up at the old man's summons, and ran towards the boat with hearty goodwill. She was quickly afloat, and out of the snug little cove were she had been moored for the night, and in a few minutes they were doubling the frowining promontory of the Battery. They were obliged to stand out to sea, for the wind blew to shore, and there were many submerged rocks, which the fisherman, however, knew as well as the floor of their own hut. Gertrude's heart almost failed her, as they seemed going further and further away; she was afraid aid might arrive too late. It felt like hours and hours since she had left Miss Shepard and Madeline, crouching in their agon nd terror on the narrow ledge, where they had taken temporary refuge. At length the point was fairly turned, and they stood towards shore. The wind lulled as they came under shelter of the high rocks, and the boat could go safely to the very spot Gertrude had left. They strained There, to her unspeakable delight, stood their eyes through the gloom, they dreaded the old fisherman, whom she had so often to see the waves washing over the ledge, seen before. He was leaning against a leaving no trace of the hapless beings grassy breastwork that sheltered him from whom they were seeking to rescue; they the wind, looking out carelessly over the shouted and they were heard though they did sea. He started, and uttered an exclama-not know it. As last they were near enough tion that sounded very much like fear, when to perceive the eager, clinging figures; he saw the little figure spring from a point another quarter of an hour and it would of the rock on to the smooth, firm turf, have been too late, for the water had alwhere he stood himself. In the indistinct ready wet their feet, and they were drenched light he felt by no means certain that she with spray. was a living mortal, and his trepidation increased as she approached him. But his apprehensions were dispelled when when she spoke to him, and in a few words made him understand the urgent need in which she was placed. There was no time to lose; the tide was rising, he said, at a tremendous rate, and the wind had set in dead towards the shore, so that it would be high water earlier than otherwise, and it would not recede so quickly as usual. He ran down the opposite side of the Battery; it was a smooth, well-beaten path, and Gertrude followed him easily. "To think," exclaimed the old man, "that such a baby should scramble up the Goat's Staircase, as we do call it; I'm sure God The old man carefully guided the boat to the place, and his son lifted in the chilled and half senseless forms of the two females. It was harder work going back than coming, for they had to row against wind and tide; but the cape once more doubled they almost floated to shore, and, more dead than alive, the fishermen conveyed their human freight to the cottage. Now that need for exertion was over Gertrude became more helpless than the others. The fisherman's wife laid her on her own bed, reverentially regarding the little thing who had had such high courage as to climb the "Goat's Staircase " in the dim obscure moonlight. Messengers were sent to the Hall. There everything was in the wildest confusion, Mr. Beresford was like a man stupefied; Mrs. Beresford and provide themselves with abundance of was in violent hysterics; Jessie and Rosa sat still in silent horror; and Lydia was walking without her bonnet up and down the village, and across the windy heath, wringing her hands, and crying over the loss of her dear angel, Miss Eardley. shawl over her head, and wandered into the villiage, hoping, yet dreading to hear the earliest tidings. She never knew till that night how much she loved little Gertrude; even poor Madeline's dreadful temper, and malicious propensities were all forgotten; and Miss Shepherd's objectionable traits of character were remembered no more. hollows of the park. She paused to listen, then rushed back to the avenue, and even while she stood breathlessly hearkening to the faint murmur of far-off voices, the church-bell began to ring quickly, as if for service. boiling water. Then, assisted by the housekeeper, she laid in readiness on the diningroom table, spirits, cordials, and other things which might possibly be efficacious in restoring suspended animation to the apparently drowned. Finally, she took care Constance was the only one who retained that the village Esculapius should be on presence of mind. When the servant re- the spot and the groom by her desire, turned very late, saying that he had watched saddled his fleetest horse, to ride off to the till the tide had risen so high that no one next town should further medical skill be could reach the reef of the Scar, the house- requisite. She did not sit still a moment; hold seemed stunned. They knew that when she had seen that all in the house there was but one ravine between the Scar were performing their duty, she tied a and the Clint, and that was very difficult and dangerous. Almanacks were consulted; the villagers were spoken to; but everything and everybody concurred in demonstrating the hopeless position of the lost ones. It was spring tide; it was the vernal equinox; there was a heavy gale blowing towards the land; and the night was setting in wild and stormy. Woe to She had just returned to the Hall, anxious any luckless wight who was treading the lest anything should be neglected, when deserted shore of Westwood Bay. she heard a shout swelling along the village Constance was not one to sit down help-street, and dying amid the mounds and less and hopeless with her sorrow; she repudiated fainting, and was quite above hysterics. She left her father sunk in the extremity of bewildered grief and terror, she gave her mother into the care of her maid, she told Jessie and Rosa to go quietly into the school-room and say their prayers, and then she summoned the servants. To each one she gave her directions with a coolness and rapidity that astounded them all. The old coachman, the consequential housekeeper, and the waspish cook obeyed the young girl's commands, as though she had been their crowned queen. Each one hastened to his post; the villagers formed themselves into companies by her order, they went their several ways, like well disciplined soldiers, carrying out the instructions of their general. From the Scar to Clint they roamed along the cliffs, and lighted more than one fire to cheer the sprits of the benighted party-if indeed, they still lived. But they who looked on the roaring tumbling waves beneath; they who ventured down the dark ravine to the shore, were of opinion that their watch was in vain. They never dreamed that the adventurous little party had doubled the Clint Point, still less the Battery, which was said to be four good miles from the Scar. With a whitened cheek and with a throbbing heart, Constance kept the domestics within doors to their assigned posts. She ordered them to maintain excellent fires, This was the pre-concerted signal. If they were found alive, this bell was to give them notice, if they were discovered apparently dead, or in great danger, it was to toll a few strokes at intervals. They were saved, then. Constance ran in to her father and mother, and Mr. Beresford roused himself, and came into the entrance hall. Mrs. Beresford clasped her hands in unutterable thankfulness, but she was too much overcome to leave her room for some time longer. Presently the wheels of a carriage were heard grating upon the gravel, and in the same instant the coachman came to say that the ladies were at the fishing-hut under the Battery, and that he was taking out the carriage to go down there immediately. 66 Right, Stephen," said Constance, commendingly; "be prompt; I will go with you." The road by the lanes to the Battery was little more than two miles, and Miss Beresford, well supplied with cloaks and shawls and wine, was rapidly borne to the little cottage where the wanderers were already becoming more composed. (To be continued.) THE WORKING MAN. 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[REGISTERED FOR TRANSMISSION ABROAD.] SED ARE THE PEACEMAKERS; FOR THEY SHALL BE CALLED THE CHILDREN BOND OF CONDUCTED BY New Series, No. 135.] OCTOBER, 1861. CONTENTS. PAGE The Peace Cause in America....................................................... 145 America ....... PAGE 152 Gleanings from the Field of War ........................ Controversy.... The Peace Cause in America. THERE seems something almost like burlesque in using such a term as "The Peace Cause in America." At a period when every mail brings over an ever-blackening record of ruin, havoc, and disaster, and when every newspaper teems with abundant evidence of the uncontrolled supremacy of the war spirit throughout the almost entire population of the disrupted States, it requires some stretch of faith to believe in the possible existence of a "Cause of Peace" on the other side of the Atlantic. 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