like other English dinners, was rather his gentlemen, and escorted to the casnoisy, but rendered highly agreeable by tle. Thence we went to the residence the perfect good feeling that prevailed. of Mr. Bannerman. He is the great At eight in the evening, we returned man of Accra, wealthy, liberally eduon board, though strongly urged to sleep cated in England, and a gentleman, on shore by the Governor and all our although with a deep tinge of African other friends. Such hospitality, though blood in his cheeks. But when native unquestionably sincere, and kindly blood is associated with gentlemanly meant, it was far better to decline than characteristics and liberal acquirements, accept; for it was much the same as if it becomes, instead of a stigma of disDeath, in the hearty tone of good-fellow- honor, an additional title to the respect ship, had pressed us to quaff another of the world; since it implies that many cup and spend the night under his roof. obstacles have been overcome, in order Had we complied, it would probably to place the man where we find him. have cost the lives of more than one of This, however, is a view not often taken us. Our captain took wisdom by the by those who labor under the misfortune sad experience of the English brig, (for such it is, if they so consider it) of which had lost her purser and master having African blood in their veins. by just such a festivity, prolonged to a late hour, and finished by the officers passing the night on shore. The fever of the climate punished their imprudence. All vessels, except those of our own navy, allow their officers to sleep on shore. They expect to be taken sick, but hope that the first attack of fever will season them. Possibly, this is as wise a course as the British officers could adopt; for, unlike ourselves, they are compelled by duty to trust themselves in pestiferous situations, particularly in the ascent of rivers, where there is scarcely a chance of escaping the deadly influence of the atmosphere. They therefore confront the danger at once, and either fall beneath it, or triumph over it. 4.-Governor McLean, and all the officers of the castle and brig, dined on board. The table was laid on the quarter-deck, and was the scene of much mirth and friendly sentiment. In the evening, the theatre was open, with highly respectable performances; after which came a supper; and the guests took their leave at midnight, apparently well-pleased. 6. We sailed yesterday from Cape Coast Castle, and anchored to-day at Accara, abreast of the British and Dutch forts. 7.-Early this morning, we were surrounded with canoes, filled with articles for sale. The most remarkable were black monkey-skins. There are seven vessels at anchor here, including our own, and an English war-steamer. Three of the seven, a barque, brig, and schooner, are from the United States. Landing in a canoe, we were met on the beach by the Governor and some of 8.-A missionary, on his way to the Gaboon, and two American merchantcaptains, Hunt and Dayley, dined with us in the ward-room. The latter are respectable men. The missionary, Mr. Burchell, seems much depressed. He has had the fever at Cape Palmas, the effects of which still linger in his constitution; while his companion, the Rev. Mr. Campbell, although but recently from America, has already finished his earthly labors, and gone to his reward. We left them only a month ago at Cape Palmas, in perfect health. 9. My impressions of Accra are more favorable than of any other place which I have yet seen in Africa. British and Dutch Accra are contiguous. The forts of the two nations are within a mile of each other, situated on ground which, at a little distance, appears not unlike the "bluffs" on our western rivers; level upon the summit, with a precipitous descent, as if the land had "caved in;" from the action of the water. The country round is level, and nearly free from woods as far the rise of the hills some ten miles distant. About three miles to the eastward, Danish Accra shows its neat town and wellkept fortress. I did not visit the place, but learn that it is fully equal to its neighbors. Thus, within a circuit of three or four miles, the traveller may perform no inconsiderable portion of the grand tour, visiting the territory of three different countries of Europe, and observing their military and civil institutions, their modes of business, their national characteristics, and all assimilated by a general modification, resulting from the climate and position in which they are placed. There seems to be an exchange of courtesy and social kindness among the three settlements. Seven or eight Europeans reside in the different forts; so that, together with the captains of merchant-vessels in the roads, there are tolerable resources of society. All the Europeans have native wives, who dress in a modest, but peculiar style, of which the lady of Mr. Bannerman may give an example. She wore a close-fitting muslin chemisette, buttoned to the threat with gold buttons, a black silk tunic extending to the thigh, a colored cotton cloth, fastened round the waist and falling as low as the ancles, black silk stockings and prunella shoes. This lady is jet black, of pleasing countenance, and is a princess of royal blood. In the last great battle between the Europeans on the coast and the powerful King of Ashantee (the same who defeated and slew Sir Charles McCarthy), the native army was put to total rout by the aid of Congreve rockets. The king's camp, with most of his women, fell into the hands of the victors. Three of his daughters were appropriated by the English merchants, here and at Cape Coast, and became their faithful and probably happy wives. One of the three fell to the lot of Mr. Bannerman, and is the lady whom I have described. These women are entrusted with all the property of their husbands, and are sometimes left for months in sole charge, while the merchants visit England. The acting governor of the British fort, Mr. Tropp, departs for that country to-morrow, leaving his native wife at the head of affairs. Mr. Bannerman is of Scottish blood by paternal descent, but African by the mother's side, and English by education, and is a gentleman in manner and feeling. He is the principal merchant here, and transacts a large business with the natives, who come from two or three hundred miles in the interior, and constantly crowd his yard. There they sit, in almost perfect silence, receiving their goods, and making payment in gold-dust and ivory. Towards us Mr. Bannerman showed himself most hospitable, yet in a perfectly unostentatious man ner. Accra is the land of plenty in Africa. Beef, mutton, turkeys, and chickens abound; and its supply of European necessaries and luxuries is unequalled. 10. We got under way, yesterday, for the "Islands" a term well understood to mean those of St. Thomas and Prince's. Mr. Bushnell (one of the two missionaries who proposed to take passage with us from Cape Palmas, a month since) is now on board as a passenger to Prince's Island. The other, Mr. Campbell, is dead. He was of a wealthy and influential family in Kentucky, and is said to have been a young man of extraordinary talent and promise. Yesterday we fired seventeen minuteguns, in obedience to an order from the Navy-Department for the melancholy death of its chief, by the explosion of the Princeton's gun. Attwelve o'clock to-day we fired thirteen minute guns, as a tribute of respect to the memory of Commodore Kennon, who fell a victim to the same disastrous accident. Alone on the waters, months after the event, and five thousand miles from the scene of his fate, we have a sailor's requiem to a brave and accomplished officer. 11.-Calm and sunny. Oh, how sunny!-and, alas, how calm! At Accra, I received a present of an armadillo, or ant-eater, who is certainly a wonderful animal, and well worth studying, in the tedium of a calm between the tropics. The body proper is but about nine inches, but, when stretched at length, he covers an extent of two and a half feet, from head to tail, and is wholly fortified with an impenetrable armor of bony scales. On any occasion of alarm, it is his custom to thrust his long nose between his hindlegs, and roll his body and tail compactly together, so as to appear like the half of a ball, presenting no vulnerable part to an enemy. In this condition he affords an excellent example of a self-involved philosopher, defending himself from the annoyances of the world by a stoical crustiness, and seeking all his enjoyments within his own centre. His muscular strength being great, and especially that of his fore-legs, it is very difficult to unroll him. An attempt being made to force his coil, he sticks his fore-claws into the scales of his head, and holds on with a death-like grip. At night, however, or when all is quiet, he vouchsafes to unbend himself, and waddles awkwardly about on his short legs, in pursuit of cockroaches, weevils and spiders. THE BRIDAL OF PENNACOOK.* BY J. G. WHITTIER. [A part of this poem was published in the Democratic Review for last September. By an unfortunate accident the remainder, which was to have appeared in the succeeding number, failed to come to hand, having been lost by the way. What adventures the missing packet may have gone through by field and flood, we cannot divine; we only know that, at last, on the 23d of April, after being about nine months on the short journey from Amesbury, Massachusetts, to New York, it made its welcome appearance, safe and sound. The length of time that has elapsed since the publication of the first part induces us therefore now to give the whole at once in unbroken connection. The reprinting of a few pages of Whittier's poetry is what no reader will be disposed to complain of.]-ED. WE had been wandering for many days Through the rough northern country. We had seen Like a new heaven, shine upward from the lake Of Winnepiseogee; and had gone, With sunrise breezes, round the leafy isles Which stoop their summer beauty to the lips Of the bright waters. We had checked our steeds, We had looked upward where the summer sky, Piled to the northward, shagged with wood, and thick A white gleam on the horizon of the east; And we had rested underneath the oaks Shadowing the bank, whose grassy spires are shaken Winnepurkit, otherwise called George, Sachem of Saugus, married a daughter of Passaconaway, the great Pennacook chieftain, in 1662. The wedding took place at Pennacook (now Concord, N. H.), and the ceremonies closed with a great feast. According to the usages of the chiefs, Passaconaway ordered a select number of his men to accompany the newly-married couple to the dwelling of the husband, where in turn there was another great feast. Some time after the wife of Winnepurkit expressing a desire to visit her father's house, was permitted to go accompanied by a brave escort of her husband's chief men. But when she wished to return, her father sent a messenger to Saugus, informing her husband, and asking him to come and take her away. He returned for answer that he had escorted his wife to her father's house in a style that became a chief, and that now if she wished to return, her father must send her back in the same way. This Passaconaway refused to do, and it is said that here terminated the connection of the newly-wedded pair.- Vide Morton's New Canaan. By the perpetual beating of the falls Of the wild Ammonoosuc. We had tracked By beechen shadows, whitening down its rocks, From waving rye-fields sending up the gleam There were five souls of us whom travel's chance From his dull office, where the weary eye Saw only hot brick walls and close thronged streets— Life's sunniest side, and with a heart to take And an irreverent mirthfulness, which often Plucked off the sacred ephcd, quite unshrined Left us the man. A shrewd, sagacious merchant, And sales of cotton, had a deeper meaning Shed their cold blight round Massachusetts' bay, With the same breath which stirs Spring's opening leaves And lifts her half-formed flower-bell on its stem, Poisoning our sea-side atmosphere. It chanced That as we turned upon our homeward way, Who had joined our gay trout-fishing in the streams Which swelled our sail amidst the lake's green islands, Shrank from its harsh, chill breath, and visibly drooped Like summer thunder-clouds, we made our home; The lawyer in the pauses of the storm From Izaak Walton's Angler, sweet and fresh I searched our landlord's proffered library : A well-thumbed Bunyan, with its nice wood pictures Last home, a musty file of Almanacs, |