very subject of this novel. Unfortunately therefore he, Capitol, where they can be reached only by moths and concludes not to burn. worms. The attention of our citizens is invited to this

The Deerslayer meets Hurry Harry in the forest. They subject. two go on board the ark of Tom Hutter on a lake, and far from any settlement. Hurry and Hutter go marauding after scalps, and are taken prisoners. Deerslayer, who remains in charge of the canoes, is shot at by an Indian; and though he sees him loading to fire again, he finds it against his code of morals, to shoot, without first giving warning.

Hetty Hutter, an idiotic girl, goes on shore to the Indian camp, Bible in hand, which she reads to the savages; and by the most silly and improbable contrivance, the release of her father and Hurry is effected.

Deerslayer is taken prisoner by a party, one of whose braves he had killed, and is released on furlough by simply giving his word as a pledge that he would come back in time to be scalped by a certain day. The whole tale abounds in such silly devices and shallow plots. The book is beneath the dignity of a criticism. Altogether, it is a "poor thing." ANTHON'S CLASSICAL DICTIONARY is in as high repute in England as it is here. We see, by the last London journals, that a Classical Dictionary prepared expressly for the press of Murray, the celebrated bookseller, has been entirely superseded by the work of our countryman Dr. Anthon-all of whose classical works, by the way, have been republished in England.

OUTLINES OF GEOGRAPHY AND HISTORY, presenting a concise view of the world. By Frederick Emerson, author of the North American Arithmetic. Hogan & Thompson: Philadelphia-1841.

A school-book for children, illustrated with numerous cuts. The author has attempted to unite in one study, the two branches, History and Geography. His work is certainly a great improvement on the geography of our schoolboy days, though far from being what the improvements of the day require it should be. The style, though perspicuous and clear to adults, is not suited to the capacity of children. We miss here, the natural simplicity and clearness of the 'Rollo books,' and others of the Peter Parley order. We recommend the author to study their style more closely. ANNALS OF ANNAPOLIS from the first settlements in its vicinity in the year 1619, until the war of 1812: with an appendix. Compiled and edited by David Ridgely, Librarian. Cushing & Brother: Baltimore-1841.

We should be glad to see the example set by the Librarian of Maryland followed by the Librarians of other States. Mr. Ridgely has shown, practically, how much may be accomplished by steadily devoting mere shreds of spare time to some useful occupation. The spare time which hangs upon the hands of the Librarians of many of our States, is far from being 'mere shreds' however; it is well nigh the whole burthen of the leaden wheeled vehicle.

The whole affair is

THE POETS OF AMERICA. In our last, we called attention to this superb volume, which has just appeared at New York. We again refer to the subject in order to correct an impression which some of our readers have received, in blending this work with the project of our esteemed friend and correspondent-R. W. Griswold, Esq. "The Poets of America," edited by John Keese, is a work in the highest style of the London Annuals, containing one or two pieces selected from the productions of our native poets. Thirty-six splendid illustrations are interspersed very gracefully among the poems. recherché in the extreme. We are happy to perceive that it is not a local collection, but that some of the brightest gems, both poetical and pictorial, belong to the South and resemble in size and form the editions of the English poets, West. The volume to be edited by Mr. Griswold, will published by Grigg, of Philadelphia. It will be issued next Spring by Carey and Hart. The typography and paper will be very superior. The collection will be as complete as the limits of the work will allow, and will comprise seventy-five writers. The design of the two works, it will thus appear, is essentially different. We wish them

both the most perfect success.

MONALDI, is the title of a novel to be published in a few days by Little & Brown, of Boston. It is by Washington Allston, the painter, who has already by both pen and pencil contributed so much to the good reputation of his country. Mr. Allston is a native of South-Carolina; but since his return from Europe, several years since, he has resided at Cambridge, near Boston, where his brother-in-law, the distinguished poet DANA, also lives. His great picture, BELSHAZZAR, it is understood, will be finished during the ensuing Autumn. On this work the artist has been engaged, at intervals, for more than twenty years; and in that time it has never been seen by any eye but his own. Mr. CHARLES LANMAN, whose many contributions to the Southern Literary Messenger have made his name familiar to its readers, has nearly ready for publication a volume of sketches and essays, under the title of 'THE NAMELESS Book.' It will be published by the well-known house of Hilliard, Gray & Co., of Boston.

JULIAN, OR SCENES IN JUDEA, is the title of a new romance by the author of 'Probus' and 'Letters from Palmyra,' Rev. Professor HENRY WARE of Harvard College. It is not less distinguished for the splendor of its style and the deep interest of its story, than the previously published romances of the same author.

DR. CHARLES MATHEWS, who left the United States about fifteen years since, with a view to make discoveries in the interior of Africa, writes to a friend in Vermont from Abyssinia that he shall return in the Summer of 1842, and that he has been generally successful in his researches. He had travelled from Morocco, across the Great Desert, to Timbucktoo, and from that capital nearly to the Cape of Good Hope, back to Timbucktoo, and to Abyssinia, beside making several less important journeys, which had added much to his knowledge of the geography of the country and the social condition of its people.

By the way, speaking of the leaden wheeled car, reminds us of the excellent State Library that is locked up in the rooms of our own Capitol. It contains many choice works-the leaves of which have never been, nor ever will be, cut; for no one, except the Governor, Executive Officers and a few Judges-who have not the time to enjoy the privilege are allowed the use of this magnificent collection of books-Cui bono?' The State has been at the expense of collecting them-she is adding to their number from time to time-and is at the continual expense of rooms, Libra- THE "AUTOBIOGRAPHY AND REMINISCENCES OF HIS rian, etc. who, except the bookseller and binder, is the only oWN TIMES," by Col. Trumbull, the veteran soldier, artist, person that has ever seen most of the books on his shelves. and author, we believe is nearly ready for publication, by We hope the Legislature, in the plenitude of its wisdom, Wiley & Putnam, of New York. By an examination of a at the next Session, will perceive the folly of the present part of the work, in sheets, we are convinced that it will arrangement, and so alter it, that the State Library may equal, if it does not much surpass, in interest any volume of answer the purposes and object of its creation. We can- personal history yet published in this country. Col. Trumbull not reprobate too strongly the present plan of collecting is appropriately named the Father of Historical Painting books at public expense, and then locking them up in the in America; he was the intimate friend of Washington, of

whose military family he was a member, and with many | BUBBLES OF TRAVEL IN THE SOUTH. Mr. Tasistro is a other persons among the most eminent in Europe and close observer and good writer; he will produce a popular America during the last years of the eighteenth century. To these and to the great events in which they participated, his 'Autobiography and Reminiscences' are devoted.

Our old correspondent, Mr. SIMMS, author of Guy Rivers,' Southern Passages and Pictures,' etc., we perceive, has been publishing in several of the most recent numbers of the Boston Notion, a poem entitled 'FLORIDA, A ROMANCE.' It is in the style of Beppo, by Lord Byron, and with some carelessly written stanzas, contains many admirable passages. We hope to see this, Atalantis, the Early Lays which have appeared in the pages of the Messenger, and other poems by Mr. Simms not included in his 'Southern Passages and Pictures,' soon collected and printed in a style equal to their merit. Mr. SIMMS, we are advised, has nearly completed another novel, which in due time will be given to the public.

book.

WILLIAM L. STONE, has completed a new work entitled the LIFE, TIMES AND ELOQUENCE OF RED JACKET, and it has been published in one splendid octavo volume by Wiley and Putnam, of New York. In gathering together and arranging in form the materials of the border-history of the revolution, Mr. Stone has performed a valuable service to the country. Red Jacket, after the death of Brant became the most distinguished man among the Six Nations. He was famous as an orator, and the reader will bere find his speeches given as they were uttered, with a relation of all the incidents and events of the occasions. Those who have read the Life of Brant by the same author will find this work of equal interest.

Among the new works published in New York during the last month are "America, Historical, Descriptive and An important historical work, which we intended to have Statistical," by J. S. BUCKINGHAM, Esq. who recently spent noticed in our last number, is THE CHRONICLES OF THE two or three years in lecturing in this country on Palestine, PILGRIM FATHERS, by the Rev. Alexander Young. The Egypt, etc., and "Letters from Abroad to Kindred at memory of the Pilgrims is cherished with reverence and Home," by our fair countrywoman Miss Sedgwick. The affection by the whole nation, and this splendid volume first is in two large octavo volumes, in the Fiddler and will be read with but little less interest in the Old Domi- Trollope vein, but still worth reading; and the last is one nion' than in the Ancient Commonwealth,' upon whose of the most delightful books of the season, full of pleasant border the 'little Mayflower' landed, nearly two centuries anecdote, gossip and personal adventure. Both are from and a half ago. These chronicles are by the actors them-the press of the Harpers. selves, and are the earliest historical records made in America. The first document in the collection is Governor Bradford's History of Plymouth Colony, from a recently discovered manuscript; the second, Bradford's and Winslow's Journal; the third, a Discourse by Robert Cushman, on the State of the Colony, and the need of Public Spirit in the Colonists; the fourth, a Relation of Various Events, by Edward Winslow, followed by a brief narration of the grounds or cause of the first planting of New England;' the fifth, a Dialogue between some Young Men born in New-England and sundry Ancient Men that came out of Holland and Old England;' the sixth, a Memoir of Elder Brewster, by Governor Bradford; and the concluding part of the book, a collection of contemporary letters. The notes by Mr. Young are curious and valuable; and the work is printed in the most splendid style; a circumstance almost unnecessary to mention in connection with the names of its publishers.

Mr. ESPY, the celebrated meteorologist, has completed a work on his theory, and under the title of PHILOSOPHY OF STORMS," it has been published by the well known house of Little & Brown, of Boston, in one splendid octavo volume of nearly six hundred pages. This is unquestionably the most important contribution to science yet made by any of our countrymen. Of this work we intend to take more particular notice in our next number.

CAREY & HART, of Philadelphia, who have recently taken the lead of all American Publishers in the intrinsic excellence of their works, and the beauty of their editions, have just issued, in three splendid octavo volumes, “THE COMPLETE WORKS of LORD BACON," edited by Bas.l Montague, Esq.; "NAPIER'S HISTORY OF THE PENIN SULA WAR," one of the most valuable historical works of this century, in four large octavo volumes, with numerous plates; "TEN THOUSAND A YEAR," complete in six volumes; "LAW AND LAWYERS," a series of entertalaing Another historical work of much value is THE BOOK OF sketches of Legal History and Biography; and "VALENTHE INDIANS, by SAMUEL G. DRAKE, of Boston, one of TINE VOX, THE VENTRILOQUIST," the most amusing novel the most industrious and accurate antiquaries in the coun- of the summer. It was the edition of the Works of the try. The eighth stereotype edition, which has just ap- great Lord BACON, of which that above mentioned is an peared, embraces about a third more matter than those pre-exact reprint, that educed the splendid criticism of Macauviously issued, and constitutes a closely printed book ley, published in the Messenger three or four years ago. nearly as large as a volume of the Messenger. It is de- JUVENILE GIFT BOOKS for 1842. In a previous number, cidedly the best collection of facts in regard to the Abori- we took occasion to speak of the remarkable neatness and gines and their history that has been published. The pre-excellent character of the juvenile books published by Mr. sent edition is embellished by a large number of engravings, most of which are of the best description.

RAMBLES AND REVERIES is the name of a new work, by our old friend and contributor, HENRY T. TUCKERMAN, on the eve of publication in New York. The first portion of it comprises sketches of foreign travel, which appeared originally, in the Knickerbocker magazine, from which they were very generally copied into the journals; and the remainder consists of Essays, critical and biographical, of eminent English Poets, written for the Literary Messenger, These last mentioned have been generally commended by the best critics, for the candor and sympathising spirit which pervades them; and we doubt not that the entire work will be popular throughout the country.

LOUIS FITZGERALD TASISTRO, who for several months has been engaged in travelling between Washington and Texas, is about giving to the public a work to be entitled

Samuel Colman of New York. His Gift Books for children designed for the ensuing year, are superior in style and illustration to those previously published. They consist of The Child's Gem, Vol 2nd, for 1842; Child's Token; Annualette; Youth's Keepsake, all beautifully printed, bound and illustrated.

Since our last number was issued, one of the sweetest poetesses of the country, Miss Lucy HOOPER, of Brook lyn, New York, has gone to her home in Heaven. We are glad to learn that her writings will immediately be collected and published under the auspices of JOHN KEESE, E., the well known editor of "The Poets of America, illustrated by one of her Painters." The last days of Miss HOOPER's life were devoted to the preparation of a besttiful souvenir which has since been published by Mr. Riker, of New York, under the title of "THE LADIES' BOOK OF FLOWERS AND POETRY."

PUBLISHED MONTHLY, AT FIVE DOLLARS PER ANNUM-THOMAS W. WHITE, EDITOR AND PROPRIEtor. RICHMOND, NOVEMBER, 1841.

VOL. VII.

THE HUNCHBACK.

A PENNSYLVANIAN STORY.

BY ARCHUS OCCIDENTALIS.

CHAPTER I.

A Melancholy Man-a lover of Nature-a Hermit-but not a Misanthrope.

NO. 11.

The gayest equipages-even bridal trains with all their charming accompaniments of blushes and white ribbons-even bands of tinselled "militia invincibles,” shouted to by squadrons of mischievous boys-pass me without observation. I do not think I should remark any thing save a dog-a bird-a fox-or a hunchback.

In the wilderness, my whole time is so much taken up with-company, that I have scarce a minute I have never been a lover of cities, nor, volun- left to myself. I hold long conversations with the tarily, a spectator of the vices, follies, and infir-lark, and thrush, and blackbird, and blue jay upon mities which are found in them. I am no enemy music, often coaxing them into furnishing specito my fellow-creatures who dwell, "willing prisoners in crowded towns ;" nor do I wonder, very much, at their love of dusty pavements, and dull brick walls, gutters redolent not of "sweet scents"-the "hum of business," and all the other concomitants of Trade—the noise which springs from the congregated masses denominated society. Men are differently constituted, saith the inspired penman, and the profane Shylock speaks wisely of the vast difference which exists amongst men in matters of taste; and

As there is no firm reason to be rendered
Why he cannot abide a gaping pig,
Why he a harmless, necessary cat;

mens of natural melody-with the owl, who is another Kant upon demonology, and der Freyschutz-with the eagle upon sunlight, and gravitation, and occultation, the atmosphere, milky way, stars, and planets-and with the wolf upon Issus, and Chalons, and Angora, and Roncesvalles, and Ismael, and Austerlitz, and Waterloo. My forestfriends have taught me a great deal; and, withal, and in contravention of the common usage, have charged me nothing for it, being the only instance within the scope of my observation of knowledge imparted gratis. The owl has taught me the value of a serious and grave demeanor to him who would acquire a name for wisdom; and bid me put on a so I do not know that it is necessary to give a knowing look when I would pass for something reason for my unbounded preference for solitary uncommon, and rival A, B, C and D, in the world's and secluded life over that which is far from being estimation. The thrush taught me that in forest the happiest mode of bearing up against the evils minstrelsy they know nothing about "beats and which afflict our mortal existence. At least such bars,” and “allegro and affetuoso," and ledger lines is my opinion, and I act upon it. In the crowded above and below-that all the cadenzas and flourmetropolis I am reserved, and silent, and lonelyishes of their system of music are natural, unmelancholy I know not why, and querulous I know studied, and untaught, always executed con amore, not wherefore; whilst in the wilderness, and apart and with full soprano. It scarce cost the wolf from my own kind, I am the most social, and so- five minutes to prove beyond cavil, that much as he ciable, and companionable being alive. When I is accused of blood-thirsty propensities, he is not visit the metropolis, which is not oftener than once a thought, nor a lap, behind the wolves of my own a year-generally at the end of Autumn,-I pass kind, whom the world has flattered, worshipped nearly the whole of that portion of my time which and deified, under the name of conquerors, statesis not devoted to the business which carries me men and heroes. Indeed, there was nothing conthither, in my chamber with the blinds down, or in nected with forest life, and the habits of beast and abstracted rambles in which I neither see nor hear, bird, which I did not more fully comprehend at not even the jibes and sneers bestowed upon my twelve years of age, than I have since understood unhappy deformity. You will see me traversing any part of the structure of social life, and the streets in which I know nobody-to which I go for qualifications of the social character; although no conscious purpose or motive-localities that offer these last were explained to me at ten dollars a not one of the usual inducements to the task of ex- quarter, and the waste of as much eloquence as ploring highways and byways. If I am asked would have made a volume of popular lectures at why I go there, I can give no answer, since I had the Bungtown Institute. I was a precocious natuno object in going. And two hours afterwards all ral philosopher-at fifteen a ripe ornithologist, enrecollections of the excursion have as completely tomologist, ichthyologist, capable of editing to adescaped from my mind, as the incidents which oc- vantage, and emending, with profit to the text, curred in the first six months of my existence. many a treatise that has passed for erudite. Mine

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was a practical lore, ever ready at my call, simple, [one of those which in the dark ages-dark indeedcorrect, and always conducive to utility, as well as of Christianity, were wont to mortify the flesh to the very verge of dissolution, as a means of puri

to amusement.

These habits and feelings were acquired in my fying the soul of its filthiness. It was a spot befitearly youth from circumstances, which doubtless ting such a misanthrope, as events had made my have happened to many, yet without producing the father-dark--lonely-precipitous-rugged, and effects they wrought on me. It has been supposed accessible only to the mountain fawn, or a pracan easy task to erase the impressions of childhood, tised hunter. It was more than twenty miles from and to trace anew, and with undiminished facility the road, by which the occasional traveller crossed upon the tablets of the mind, characters unlike, the mountains to explore the wild and fearful regions and views different from, those first recorded on of the now beautiful and prosperous West. The the unsullied page. Not so easy is it to efface spot my father chose was a small glen, compassing early lessons, and the recollections of the scenes a single acre, to which there was access only by of our earlier years. an uncertain and irregular footpath. Three sides

I was born amongst the Alleghany Mountains; of it presented a perpendicular wall of ragged and I was born deformed. In one of the most lonely rocks-the fourth was a broken waste, clothed with ranges of those mighty hills, bleak, barren and the usual shrubbery of mountain tops-stunted almost inaccessible, I first drew my breath. Let pines and laurels, with grape-vines creeping at me say a few words of my ancestors.

their roots, rather than twining around their trunks. Human society, we had none, save that of an aged hunter, who, twenty years before, had reared a

They were Germans-from a region more frequently travelled by romance writers, and romance readers-romance of a peculiar school and cha- cabin two miles nearer the path, or road, across the racter-than any other-the Hartz Mountains of mountains. Now and then a sportsman from the Hanover, and within five leagues of the Brocken. lowlands came to see us, and sometimes, a bewilThey brought with them to America, notions of dered traveller; or, bewildered in a double sense, the strict dependence of sons upon their fathers, a philosopher, came to our mountains for a brief which but ill accorded with the prevailing manners enjoyment of the pleasures of the chase, or for of their adopted country. My father had the mis- purposes growing out of the aforesaid philosofortune to displease my grandfather in the choice phical "bewilderment." We subsisted upon the of a wife, not chosen, as the sequel proved, with vegetables, few in number, and of the kinds which much prudence, and was abandoned by him, to love grow in that latitude at an elevation of two thouand poverty. He drove him from his door, though sand feet. We worked the whole of the glen; and an only son, and even withheld from him the means to our labors as husbandmen, added an assiduous of support, for which he had been solely indebted to cultivation of the sports of the chase-toils they him. My father was bred to no profession; he was could not be called, for game was so plentiful in scarcely aware that there was such a thing as get-those wild regions, that to procure animal food for ting bread with one's own hands. Still, in such a half a dozen persons, required only that one of country as America, where land is cheap and pro- them should devote an occasional hour to his dog ductive, he could, even with his slender stock of and gun.

agricultural knowledge, have easily maintained his I have said, I was born deformed-cut short of family, especially as he had not one expensive vice nature's fair proportions. In addition to a defior folly, if he could only have been wrought up to ciency in my natural proportions, I became sickly the point of reasonable exertion. But the disco- soon after my birth, and have continued through very that he had given up family and friends, hap-life, to be of a very diminutive stature. I have piness and comfort, ambition with many tempting always thought, that one principal reason why my offers, for such an unprincipled woman as my father precipitated himself into the depths of the mother soon proved herself to be, so wounded his Alleghany Mountains, was to hide his misshapen spirits, and so paralysed his energies; that, but for offspring from the eyes of a sneering world. Yet me, he had laid himself down in the first dark copse he invariably treated me with great affection, and which presented itself. When my mother left as my disposition early showed itself to be extremehim, as she soon did, for further infamy, and ally sensitive, and to a remarkable degree wrought speedy grave, he withdrew himself and me to a upon by good and bad treatment, he always, in still more lonely and sequestered spot in the very speaking to me, softened down every word to a depths of the Western mountains. Our small-tone of exceeding kindness. He would, it is true, very small-possessions were converted into such sometimes sigh when he cast his eyes upon my as were adapted to the wants of the hunter; and shrivelled legs and hunched back; but he was thither we removed in the spring of the year more than careful, that no word of repining or cen Amidst those wild regions, we chose us a rocky sure should escape him. It was seldom that he fastness, the discomforts of which would have gave any indication of regret or sorrow at the gladdened the very soul of a primitive anchorite- dreadful calamity it had pleased Heaven to lay upen

me. Still I could see that my heavy misfortune The morning after his illness, he called me to afflicted him almost beyond the reach of consolation. his bedside. "I am going to leave you, my son,"

I was fully aware myself, of my misfortune; said he; "I have received a warning that I must and glorious, as books and the oral report of my quit this world for another, and, I hope, a better. father's few visitors, painted the world he had re- For myself, I rejoice at the prospect of the change linquished, I was very happy that crags and ra- that awaits me. My life for many years has been vines, precipices and forests shut me out from the most unhappy-but for your sake, I had ended it eyes of the tall and well-made, and healthy, and with my own hand,-blessed be God! who prehandsome. Even the few whom chance conducted vented self-murder. But my poor deformed boy! to our wilderness, I avoided as much as possible; my shrivelled hunchback boy! what will become of during their stay I sought the companionship of thee! What disappointments you are doomed to brute nature. It was thus, that, whilst a boy, I encounter; what miseries fated to endure! You acquired solitary habits, and a serious and contem-will wish to gain friends, but they will fly your plative turn of mind. Man absent, there was no- approaches-perhaps wish, as is the wont of our thing to remind me of my deformity. The red kind, to inspire the passion of love—and yet, alas! bird warbled to me in spite of my hunch. The fox alas! your generous nature will revolt at the impolooked out upon me from his lair without barking sitions which will be daily practised upon you; and at me; nor did the bear from his den regard me with whilst you will come to despise men for their mena growl additional, because I wanted a foot of the tal defects, they will return your dislike by jeering full stature of a man. My dog loved me far better at your personal deformity. than he did any one else, and gambolled before me with much greater delight than he did before my father. Throughout nature nothing sneered at me, nothing scoffed at me, but man my fellow.

"My son listen to the words of your dying father-avoid women. They have robbed me of peace, honor and happiness, and brought upon me the disgrace and misery you see overwhelming me-the death you see approaching."

grandfather came just in season to bewail his hardheartedness; and, in his turn, solicit pardon. My dying parent requested that the affection, which had been withheld from himself for so large a portion of his life, might be bestowed on me.

Time, whilst it wrought a favorable change in my constitution, without removing my deformity, At his request, I immediately wrote my grandor increasing my stature, gave me strong health, father a letter, to which his trembling hand affixed and that kind of animal spirits, which in a boy his signature, imploring, for his unoffending son, living in the world, and reared with suitable com- the forgiveness and the assistance he had never panions, finds an outlet in various athletic sports asked for himself. The letter was sent, and my and diversions-in freaks of fun and jollity. In me, they sought relief in the sports of the chase, and in moods of thought-in long rambles through the mountain wilderness, in watching by night the course of the stars with the very soul of a Chaldean. I peopled them with ideal beings, whom I visited "He is a poor forlorn being," said he, " and will with imaginary happiness and misery, clothed with have need of an especially kind protector to carry glittering garments; and guessed, with concen-him through the miseries, which, more than all, trated bitterness how the Hunchback fared there; his peculiar disposition will entail upon him. His and then I grew up with that keen and ardent love of temper is very sensitive-he will bear up but woods, forests and the natural world, which, without poorly against the scoffs and sneers of his fellows. study of books has made me poet, painter, phi-I think I can observe in him a taste for books and losopher, and naturalist.

Death of my father-Panoramic view of life-I am dissatisfied with the scenes and their shifters, and return to the wilderness.

reflection-If he grows up with that taste, he will not be altogether miserable, nor entirely dependant on man's caprices; for, he can fly from the society of those who flout him, to the society of those who are voiceless."

My grandfather promised all that was required In my twelfth year, I lost my father. It was of him. That night, my father died. The buryin the latter end of Spring, when he was taken ing,-funeral, it could not be called,-took place with the fever of which he died. He was a firm the next day; and early the day after, we left the believer (as what German is not ?) in presentiments glen, never to return to it again. No kind of carand revelations, and omens and warnings. From riage could approach within forty miles of our a dream he had on the second night of his illness, he predicted that he should never rise from his bed again. He lay down upon that bed as a weary mariner reposes at night, when his bark is safely anchored in the sheltered haven, and he looks forward to a happy meeting with his friends on the

morrow.

dwelling, so I was placed upon a pillion behind my aged relative; and in that posture and way, borne upon a strong horse, out of a place scarcely more accessible to human approach, or easier for a man to escape from, than the valley of diamonds in the Voyage of Sinbad.

It is not easy to paint my feelings, when, early