t
Without my gate--
Call not the porter out
With knock and shout:
But still unnoticed bide
The gate beside,
Till Sleep, my oft-time guest,
Doth come in quest
Of me. Quick after her,
Past bolt and bar,
Enter all silently.
Thenceforth for me
The gate thou mayest keep,
That calm-browed Sleep,
So often missed before,
Pass forth no more.

HENRIETTA R. ELIOT.

MADAME PATTERSON-BONAPARTE.

Each year adds fresh interest to this remarkable woman, whose story has
been rehearsed in every land, whose personal traits still afford food
for social chronicle. Lady Morgan said, "She belongs to history; she
lived with kings and princes, philosophers and artists; there is about
her a perpetual curiosity and romance." Speeding on to a rounded century
of life, she is still moved to eloquent agitation in reciting her
wrongs, not merely those sustained at the hands of the Bonapartes, but
those inflicted by her father. William Patterson, son of a farmer in
Donegal county, Ireland, was at fourteen years of age sent to
Philadelphia and placed in the counting-house of Samuel Jackson, a
shipping merchant. In 1775 young Patterson embarked his property in
vessels trading to France with returning cargoes of powder and arms, for
need of which the colonies were crippled. The supply arrived at a
critical time, Washington, then before Boston, not having powder
wherewithal to fire a salute. Mr. Patterson stopped at the West Indies,
where he soon made eighty thousand dollars, coming thence to Baltimore,
where he soon acquired a million of dollars and high social position.
These facts are minutely set forth in his will, a remarkable document in
its complacent personal details. Cataloguing his own virtues, he says:
"I have made the fortunes of some, saved others from ruin, and found
bread and employment for thousands of my fellow-mortals; and no one
could ever say to me, 'Neighbor and friend, you got the advantage of me,
you acted ungenerously to me.' The conduct of my daughter Betsey has
through life been so disobedient that in no instance has she ever
consulted my opinion and feelings: her folly and misconduct have first
to last cost me much money;" but yielding to the dictates of his large
heart he bequeaths her from his great wealth a few paltry houses and his
cellar of wine! _De mortuis nil nisi bonum_--a humane maxim; but when a
man deposit