physique. None ever suspected him to be a woman. Not even Jasper himself, although she was often by his side, penetrated her disguise.

The romance of her situation increased the fervor of her passion. It was her delight to reflect that, unknown to him, she was by his side watching over him in the hour of danger. She fed her passion by gazing upon him in the hour of slumber, hovering near him when stealing through the swamp and thicket, and being always ready to avert danger from his head.

But gradually there stole a melancholy presentment over the poor girl's mind. She had been tortured with hopes deferred; the war was prolonged, and the prospect of being restored to him grew more and more uncertain. But now she felt that her dream of happiness could never be realized. She became convinced that death was about to snatch her away from his side; but she prayed that she might die, and he never know to what length the violence of her passion led her.

It was an eve before a battle. The camp had sunk into repose. The watchfires were burning low, and only the slow tread of sentinels fell upon the profound silence of the night air, as they moved through the dark shadows of the forest. Stretched upon the ground, with no other couch than a blanket, reposed the warlike form of Jasper. Climbing vines trailed themselves into a canopy above his head, through which the stars shone down softly. The faint flicker from the expiring embers of a fire fell athwart his countenance, and tinged the cheek of one who bent above his couch. It was the smooth-faced stripling. She bent low down, as if to listen to his dreams, or to breathe into his soul pleasant visions of love and happiness. But tears trace themselves down the fair one's cheek, and fall silently but rapidly upon the brow of her lover. A mysterious voice has told her that the hour of parting has come; that to-morrow her destiny is consummated. There is one last, long, lingering look, and then the unhappy maid is seen to tear herself away from the spot, to weep out her sorrow in privacy.

Fierce and terrible is the conflict that on the morrow rages on that spot. Foremost in the battle is the intrepid Jasper, and ever by his side fights the stripling warrior. Often, during the heat and the smoke, gleams suddenly upon the eyes of Jasper the melancholy face of the maiden. In the thickest of the fight, surrounded by enemies, the lovers fight side by side.

He

Suddenly a lance is levelled at the breast of Jasper; but swifter than the lance is Sally St. Clair. There is a wild cry, and at the feet of Jasper sinks the maiden, with the life-blood gushing from her white bosom, which had been thrown, as a shield, before his breast. heeds not now the din, nor the danger of the conflict; but down by the side of the dying boy he kneels. Then, for the first time, does he learn that the stripling is his love; that often by the camp-fire, and in the swamp, she had been by his side; that the dim visions in his slumber, of an angel face hovering above him, had indeed been true. In the midst of the battle, with her lover by her side, and the barb still in her bosom, the heroic maiden dies!

Her name, her sex, and her noble devotion, soon became known through the corps. There was a tearful group gathered around her grave; there was not one of those hardy warriors who did not bedew her grave with tears. They buried her near the river Santee," in a green shady nook, that looked as if it had been. stolen out of Paradise."

STANZAS TO JULIA.

BY ERNEST HELFENSTEIN.

I, in woodland bending down,
Heard the insects chirping froe,
But, in very truth must own,
Never thought of them, but thee-
Soft a shadow passed o'er head,
And a shadow on the brook,
To his crag the eagle fled,

But thy form the shadow took.
Sliding o'er the moss-grown stone,
With a murmur speaking low,
Silver-sweet the monotone
Of the fountain in its flow;
And the moonbeams, light and still,
Kiss the fountain, kiss the hill,
But the light is thy dear eyes,

And the murmur thy replies.
Tis thyself in each and all-

For my soul is full of thee,
Making hill, and light, and fall,
Insect, bird, and shade, and tree,
All the harmonies of earth,
Sweetest prototypes of love,
Dearest preludes to a birth
Hymned by angels from above.

Ah! dear Soul of Love of mine,

I should dread the sweetest thing, If it did not intertwine

Something far more hallowingDread the music of thy voice, And the deep light of thine eye, Did thy spirit not rejoice, Throned on beauty from on high. New York, August, 1856.

not until 1830 or 1831 that he was admitted to the bar.

Modest to a fault in his natural disposition, and with a slight impediment in his speech(the elimination or softening of the "r")-the young man only gave to close observers and intimate friends any indication of the strong talent and native energy which were eventually to raise him to positions so distinguished. At nearly the opening of his professional career a circumstance occurred-well remembered by his friends in after years-which may have had no small effect in breaking away the mist of diffidence which surrounded him. and showing the strength of character beneath. He began practice in Monmouth County, and, we believe, opened his first law office at Middletown Point, in that county. Very soon after his opening, he was employed in a vexatious suit, in which the testimony was involved and conflicting, and the opportunity offered for success a very bad one. Opposed to him in the case was a shrewd and unscrupulous old lawyer, with considerable reputation, and who made a habitual boast of "taking the conceit out of young lawyers." He took the opportunity of his advantage in sides to administer a most bitter dose of ridicule and invective, in which Mr. Dayton's slight elimination of the "r" was unsparingly commented upon.

The blow was considered, by most who knew him, as a severe one, and the then pale diffident young man had the sympathy of the whole community. But the triumph on the one side, and the bitter feeling upon the other, were but of a short duration. An early day saw the antagonists pitted again, and then the tables were turned. The wily old lawyer was early detected by Mr. Dayton in some underhand meanness for procuring evidence. Dayton permitted him to go on in fancied triumph until he had inextricably entangled himself, and then exposed the whole affair, closing with a castigation of the old man which was imbued with a fearful power and scathing bitterness as triumphant as it was unexpected.

In this circumstance the door of legal success was fully opened, and the young man sprang into the breach with alacrity and energy.

A very few years—during which he remained in the county-sufficed to show his commanding talents, and entering the political arena as a Whig, he carried the strong Democratic County of Monmouth by a fine majority in 1835, and was elected to the State Council (now Senate.)

The course of Mr. Dayton in the State Legislature was a highly honorable one, not even his extreme youth preventing his assuming at once a leading position. His career in that direction was, however, brought to an end, at the close of 1836, by his appointment to the position of Associate Judge of the Supreme Court of the State-the youngest man (29) who had ever filled that position.

He remained upon the bench but two or three years, from the superior pecuniary advantages of his standing at the bar, and a feeling which seemed to possess him that he had a mission there, and about 1839 he resigned his seat and returned to the arena of his former labors, where, of course, his position was highly advanced in honor by that from which he had retired. It may be said that from that time he has held the postion of one of the first of the bar of the State, and since the death of Garret D. Wall has unquestionably had no rival. Probably he has not more than one or two superiors at the bar of the United States Supreme Court, where his appearances though highly honorable--have been peculiarly few, from devotion to the interests of his clients in his State.

The political course of Mr. Dayton in the Senate was one of strong and faithful adherence to the Whig policy, and he stood or fell with the welfare of his party; retaining always, however, the respect of opponents as well as friends, by the unvarying urbanity of his manners, and the calm fairness of his arguments.

Upon the lamented death of Samuel L. Southard, in 1842, Mr. Dayton was appointed to fill his unexpired term in the United States Senate, and in the Winter of 1844-45 was re-appointed to that body for the full term of six years, leaving it at the expiration of his term in 1850. His position in the Senate is a matter of national history, and we need not say that he was ranked among the leading members of that body, in spite of his years, which numbered less than any other member, with, perhaps, one exception. But amid the glare of those brilliant lights which shed so much glory on the deliberations of that body, the effulgence of the youthful New Jersey Senator was manifest. He at once took a commanding position among his compeers, and whenever he rose to address the Senate he was received with the most marked respect. His course has been an open and frank one, and his eloquent address and manly bearing have secured to him the confidence of his political friends, and the friendship of his political enemies.

Since his return from the Senate, Mr. Dayton has resided at Trenton, holding an enviable position at the bar, and one highly esteemed as a gentleman and a citizen.

In person Mr. Dayton is tall and commanding, with a handsome and genial face, wears beard, has dark hair, a fine eye, with the heavy eyelid which it suggests-strong powers of language, and in manners is one of the most urbane and courteous of the public men of the time. He was married some fifteen years ago to an estimable lady, who still shares his cares and his honors, and, we regret to say, his sorrows, in the melancholy loss of several lovely children.

On being nominated for the office of VicePresident of the United States by the Republican National Convention, recently assembled at Philadelphia, Mr. Dayton returned the following reply to the Committee appointed to inform him of his nomination :

LETTER OF ACCEPTANCE.

TRENTON, N. J., July 7, 1856. GENTLEMEN: I have the honor to acknowledge the receipt of your letter informing me that, at a Convention of Delegates recently assembled in Philadelphia, I was unanimously nominated as their candidate for the Vice-Presi dency of the United States, and requesting my acceptance of such nomination.

For the distinguished honor thus conferred, be pleased to accept for yourselves, and in behalf of the Convention you represent, my sincere thanks.

I have only to add, that having carefully examined the resolutions adopted in that Convention as indicating the principles by which it was governed, I find them, in their general features, such as have heretofore had my hearty support. My opinions and votes against the extension of slavery into free territory are on record and well known. Upon that record I am willing to stand. Certainly nothing has since occurred which would tend to modify my opinions previously expressed upon that subject. On the contrary, the repeal of the Missouri Compromise (that greatest wrong, portentious of mischief) but adds strength to the conviction that these constant encroachments

must be calmly but firmly met; that this repealing act should be itself repealed, or remedied by every just and constitutional means in our power.

I very much deprecate all sectional issues. I have not been in the past, nor shall I be in the future, instrumental

in fostering such issues. But the repeal of the Missouri Compromise, and as a consequence the extension of slavery, are no issues raised by us; they are issues forced upon us, and we act but in self-defense when we repel them. That section of the country which presents these issues is responsible for them; and it is this sectionalism which has subverted past compromises, and now seeks to force slavery into Kansas. In reference to other subjects treated of in the resolutions of the Convention, I find no general principle or rule of political conduct to which I cannot and do not yield a cordial assent.

But while thus expressing a general concurrence in the

views of the Convention, I cannot but remember that the Constitution gives to the Vice-President little power in matters of general legislation; that he has not even a

vote, except in special cases; and that his rights and duties as prescribed in that instrument are limited to presiding over the Senate of the United States. Should I be

elected to that high office, it will be my pleasure, as it will be my duty, to conduct, so far as I can, the business of that body in such a manner as will best comport with its own dignity, in strict accordance with its own rules, and with a just and courteous regard to the equal rights

and privileges of all its members.

Accepting the nomination tendered through you, as I now do, I am, gentlemen,

No one who knows the beauty and freshness of sleep will consign himself to its keeping without a tribute to the Nereiads if by the sea shore, or the Sylphs if in the country, or the not less pure but more pensive genii of water if in the city. The bath is the great invigorator of the body and restorer of the mind. It goes with all the lesser virtues, and is the upholder of the greater. Witness how all the worse emotions retreat before the sparkle of the liquid element, even as the dust and odor of toil give way to a refined purity. Rage cannot stand before water. Envy retreats, and jealousy yieldeth its pangs. The watery gods are, for the most part, serene and chaste, and whoso yieldeth them frequent oblations groweth like unto them. Venus also loveth water, as indicating freshness and sweetness, and she was said to be compounded of the element, having risen therefrom-a delicate hint that, though beauty did not reveal herself from the sky, neither did she come out of the earth, but arose from the sea, the next element to pure air, and hence much water is essential to beauty.

We know not of what those persons are made who consign a worn body, mayhap covered with the exhalations and heat of much toil of limb or brain to the fine "lavendered sheets" of the good housewife, without an offering to the water nymphs. "Sweet as a rose," we say of the young child, and assuredly the grown child should be redolent of pomegranite and citron; with locks, whether they be brown or black, or gray, for the color mattereth not, breathing of ambrosia also. Who can be all this without a bath before the limbs are resigned to the drowsy god.

One kind of daintiness begetteth another. We would not encourage imbecility, albeit there are times when effeminacy hath its comeliness, as, for instance, when the man sacrificeth to hymen, which, being the brother of love, and both children of Venus, demandeth of him a certain devotion to that element from which the mother revealed herself.

Women of rare perfections are addicted to the bath. In the old Arabian stories, much of the beauty of the heroines is said to be derived from the bath. "If she is lovely to thee now," saith the attendant, "imagine how beautiful she will be when coming from the bath!" Those nations most remarkable for their comeliness have been those where the bath is most used. Indeed, it not only causeth a fair odor to exhale from the person more sweet than cinnamon, cassia, or any perfume whatever, but it greatly prolongeth the reign of beauty by preserving the fineness of the cutaneous texture, and that roundness and softness of outline so pleasing to the senses, as well as a certain vigor and flexibility, not only allied to youth but to love also.

The old man neglecteth the bath, or, if he taketh it, the custom is not that he may retain his youth, but his age. This is right manly. John Quincy Adams, who, had he lived among the Greeks, would have been seated side by side with Nestor, plunged himself daily into the Potomac, even at those times when the Hyperborean deities had usurped the throne of the river god, and the gelid waves were converted to ice. This was the habit of a man who had ceased to pay devotion to Apollo and the muses, and now trusted to the wisdom that goeth with gray hairs. However, it is well to look at the side of Spring and Summer rather than to that of Autumn and Winter; and a bath, sometimes cool and seasoned by the nymphs whose fingers drop the rose dew, and again prepared by the sisters who love the lurid light of burning caverns, are each acceptable, and may be made timely.

To prolong the period of youth is one of the arts of life. So long as the rose is grateful to us, and the lily cometh as an angel to the soul, and the lamb skippeth, filling us with joy, and the rainbow causeth the heart to leap, and the song of poets and the voices of love are fair to the heart, and we seek them joyfully, we are young, even though four-score years may have darkened upon the dial. It is not years that make us old or unlovely, but what the years take and bring. The bath prolongs the reign of youth. It nourisheth and beautifyeth not only the outer but the inner man also. While we resign the body to the influence, and to do this the water must be well measured as to heat or cold, being just at that degree which most genially usurpeth the senses, we resign our selves to our youth-we are dreamy-we float in a world whose province is, what it should be for the time-being, one of sense. Murat, who

was dictating from the bath death and proscription, deserved to die. The outraged elements sent a woman to deal the blow, as being nearest of kin to them. Let persons of blood and cruelty beware how they give expression to their evil passions while under the dominion of the watery deities. They delight in the yielding muscle-the soft, floating, undulating limb; the brain soothed to images of water lilies, and blue skies, and overhanging branches, wakened by the melody of the lark or the nightingale. Daily yield to the illusions of the vernal reign, as by so doing time findeth his arrows greatly blunted, for the worship of our youth restoreth us to its attractions. The Greeks were wont to preserve this season quite on in life, so that a man might be a youth at fifty. It is only when the man grows fearful of the water nymphs that he is growing old. So long as he delights in the play of their cool fingers amid the tangles of his hair, so long as he joyously resigns himself to their white upholding arms, he is in his youth.

Men sometimes mistake the province of the watery gods. They can be terrible with icy fingers, and riding their white-maned horses, but we do not worship them in their angry moods. It is better to wait till they assume a serene beauty. While their rude and turbulent bosoms congeal ice and snow they are hurtful to us, and they pinch us, and shrink us to premature age and deeply furrowed wrinkles. We do not grow so much into strength and hardiness as into old age, therefore the worship of Nereiad and Nymph is more grateful to the life than that of the northern god, and more surely prolongeth youth.

I do not speak here of that necessary ablution which goeth with a fine sense and delicate taste, albeit no man can be either a gentleman or christian who neglecteth it. We are made wondrously handsome even when not created in the highest perfection, therefore we should remember that the lily and the rose have a native sweetness and perfume which will not survive any uncleanness, and this indication rendereth it needless to carry the similitude further..

[The foregoing paper, prepared by a constant writer for this magazine, may, not inaptly, be called "the poetry of bathing." But bathing has its matter-of-fact prose as well as its poetry. It is an important conservative and promoter of health and morals, when properly understood and rightly used, while its improper use may, and often does, bring youth and beauty as well as middle-age to a premature grave. We