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scream of childhood rose like the knell of hope my feet were pressed down. My grasp on Ellen above that billowy volume of Aame, whose ap- was not relinquished, and she fell with me on the proach was despair, and whose embrace was floor. A hot and scorching vapour swept over death. All who were in the boxes, and most of my face, and I felt its breath coursing through those in the pit, immediately rushed for the lob- my hair. I rescued one foot from its fatal prison; bies. Many escaped through the windows; but the other remained fixed and immoveable, while the greater portion had no other retreat than to my hody, partially suspended from the window, descend the stairs. Here the pressure became became bruised and trodden down by the rushing closer and closer; each retarded the escape of the multitude. Ellen's head sank drooping and conother, and every addition (for nearly all sought vulsed on my bosom, and a plaintive wail issued that mode of escape,) more and more swelled that from her lips. Every limb was wrung with crowd of devoted victims. The stairways were agony, and her labored respiration exhibited the instantly blocked up, and the throng was so great struggle of relentless death. Moving my hand to that many were elevated several feet above the elevate her head, it passed a rent in the wall, heads of the rest. Hundreds were trodden under through which streamed a current of cold and foot; and over a prostrate inultitude I vainly at- untainted air. With great labor I moved our tempted to reach the box in which Ellen Pilton position to this welcome fount of life, and a breeze, sat. Twice was I thrown down on the floor fresher than a meadow gale of spring, slaked our of the pit, and the iron heel of a boot crushed bitter thirst, and whispered hope. The crowd my cheek into a stream of blood. One moment above me had now greatly decreased wounded, more, and impious suicide would have relieved bruised and suffocated, they had dropped away my vindictive despair, for I had drawn a loaded like forest leaves in autumn's frost-and the pistol, and with a firm hand had placed it against window having been burst open, my foot fell my heart. Suddenly the throng above me swept from its fearful position. The grasp of a strong itself away, and arising, with a violent effort of and powerful hand wound itself in my hair, and strength I leaped into the box where I had seen a voice whose animated tones brought back, even Ellen Pilton. She was lying on the floor, her in that terrific hour, the fadeless memory of childhead supported by the seat from which she had hood, exclaimed, “You are safe, Mass Lionel !” fallen. Her countenance betrayed neither terror My preserver leaped into the window, drawing nor alarm, and woman's fortitude seemed in that me with him. Suspended to the outside of the storm of death to have found its only refuge in her house by one hand, resting on the casement of placid brow. The conventional rules of etiquette the window, with the other he received the liseless were laid aside in that hour of wretchedness, and form of Ellen. I saw them reach the earth in without speaking, I grasped her waist with my safety; and ere I leaped beside them, I involunleft arm.

The warm blood from iny cheek fell tarily looked behind. A few feet from the winon her face and hair and stained her palpitating dow the floor had fallen in. An ocean of flame bosom. “You are hurt!” she exclaimed ; " save spread its greedy waves as far as the eye could yourself!-go! leave me!-dear Lionel, I forgive reach. Like a huge serpent, raging for food, the

swelling volume of fire gathered its gigantic bulk I had no time to reply to the endearing tender- and wreathed its spiral course in a thousand hideness of her language, nor to wonder at those cir- ous and terrific shapes. A low, deep and piercing cumstances of horror which disclosed the secret of moan of human suffering arose from the centre her heart. Her brother's blood was on my hands, of the flames. On, on, rolled the fiery torrent, yet she would not bear to a speedy grave the spon- hissing and gasping in a cloud of sulphureous and taneous forgiveness of a confiding heart. She scorching sapour. Vain was the arm of valorwas woman !—and the early bud of affection, impotent the energy of courage-helpless the whose opening pride represses, ever finds its sea- power of mind! The suffocating groan, the faintly son of bloom in the winter of adversity, and bursts uttered prayer, and the shriek of horror mingled into fragrance only on the precipice of the grave. themselves in the sweeping surge of fire. Heaved A current of flame now hissed over the box, and from their flimsy foundations, the walls tottered, redoubling my grasp, I attempted to reach a win- staggered, and fell into an ocean of molten flame. dow in the lobby of the lower boxes. I bore my A crushing sound—a hideous crash—a wild and precious burden over the bodies and heads of a agonizing cry—and all was over. dense crowd between ine and the window, and finally reached it, surrounded by the screams and unavailing cries of the multitude who were suf

PARADISE LOST. focating and dying around. I stepped within the

There exists a prose version of Milton's Paradise window, and with great exertion raised its lower Lost, which was innocently translated from the French sash. My feet were thrust into the opening, and version of that epic. One Green also published a new I was gradually escaping, when the sash fell, and I version of the poem into blank verse.



son deer-berry, which was very abundant. There is a THE COPY-BOOK.

sombre grandeur in the aspect of this dark and gloomy

swamp; but even in these solitary morasses, the hand DISMAL SWAMP.

of man is changing the face of nature : many giantThere is a rail road now, running five miles right trunked cypresses and junipers have sunk before the through the upper part of this great Serbonian bog. stroke of the axe. It looks like a grand avenue, surrounded on either hand Arrived at the end of the little canal, we suddenly by magnificent forests. The trees here are cypress, shot right into Lake Drummond; like entering the door juniper, oak, pine, &c. of enormous size, and richest of a saloon, at once the whole scene opens to the view. foliage ; and below is a thick entangled undergrowth, Drummond's pond, as it is commonly called, is eighteen of reeds, woodbine, grape-vines, mosses and creepers, miles in circumference, six miles across, eight feet shooting and twisted spirally around, interlaced and deep all over, circular, and surrounded on all sides by complicated, so as almost to shut out the sun.

magnificent forests. Besides the canal we had come in, The engineer who had constructed the road through there was another, five miles long, connecting the lake this extraordinary swamp, told me that he had found it with the Dismal Swamp Canal proper. Rowing around so formidable a labor, as almost to despair of success. the pond, we came to a shed of boards much like a In running the line, his feet were pierced by the sharp cow-house, in which lived an old fisherman and his stumps of cut reeds; he was continually liable to sink family. We afterwards met on the lake another fisherankle or knee deep into a soft muddy ooze; the yellow man, with his daughter-a pretty sunburnt girl of fourflies and moschetoes swarmed in myriads; and the teen-in a canoe, which was well laden with fish. Inswamp was inhabited by venomous serpents and beasts deed this lake abounds in fish of an excellent quality; of prey.

we hooked a few, bought some from our sunburnt lady The Dismal Swamp was once a favorite hunting of the lake, and pulled away for the centre of the lake. ground of the Indians; arrow heads, stone knives, and There we gazed awhile with delight on that charming hatchets are yet found there, and it still abounds in sheet of water, which lay, calm as a mirror, glittering deer, bears, wild turkies, wild cats, &c. The water of in the morning sun. this swamp is generally impregnated with juniper, and is considered medicinal by the people of the surrounding country, who convey it to some distance in barrels. I found myself in a packet bound for New York, This swamp is much more elevated than the surround-dropping down the James river. There was a Frenching country, and by means of the Dismal Swamp Ca- man aboard very intemperate and very communicative. nal, might be drained, and thus a vast body of most It appeared from his history of himself that he was fertile soil reclaimed, and the canal might be transform- born in France, educated in Germany, had travelled in ed into a rail road-and the juniper soil, which is vege- Italy, Greece and Turkey. In Constantinople, where Lable, might perhaps be used as peat.

he was an attachè of the French legation, in the streets

a Turk set a number of lean and hungry dogs upon LAKE DRUMMOND.

him, which would have torn him in pieces, but for an There is in the interior of the Dismal Swamp, a body

old woman, who gave him shelter in her house. He of water bearing this name, after the discoverer, who had visited Siberia, where he lay sick at Tobolsk, and wandering in pursuit of game, with two companions,

was most kindly nursed by the natives. He had been was lost, and in his ranıbling, came upon this lake. His in Switzerland—at Geneva saw Lord Byron in the comrades failed to thread their way out. Drummond streets, and swimming in lake Leman. Had seen Sir returned, and gave an account of the sheet of water, Walter Scott in London. Had often seen Napoleon, which was accordingly called after him. A supersti- and had been present in the Champs de Mai where tion which finds its “ local habitation” in this lake, is Louis Philippe, King of the French, reviewed 450,000 the subject of a song by the poet Moore, of a spectre men. Had been in Spain, and had passed ten years in lady and her lover, who paddle a canoe nightly across

England, where he was professor of French at the this water.

Royal Military Academy, Woolwich. At a gaming ** But oft from the Indian hunter's camp,

house in London, he saw a Spanish officer, a fine lookThis lover and maid so true,

ing man, blow himself through with a pistol, on account Are seen at the hour of midnight damp,

of losing at play ;-his last words were to those about To cross the lake by a firefly lamp,

him-"Messieurs, prenez garde de mes enfans.” And paddle their white canoe.” The engineer before mentioned, and myself, visited

THE VOYAGE. this lake. We went first on horseback, to the lumber Sunday morning-broiling sun—negroes coming off yard of the Dismal Swamp Timber Company, not far in boats from the plantations along the river, with eggs, from wbich we dismounted, and embarked on board a roasting.ears, chickens, fruit, &c. to sell. That night, boat called a Periauger, in which we were pushed with to escape from the heated air of a confined cabin, I slept poles, by two negroes, ten miles, along a narrow canal on deck, in my cloak, my head on a hawser, under a constructed by the Timber Company for the transpor- heavy dew. lation of shingles and staves. On the way, we listened Monday morning, ran aground off Jamestown-readto the marvellous stories of the negroes about bears, ing lectures by the Moravian poet Montgomery-went wild cals, &c.—or chatted-or admired the huge trees down into the cabin-the Frenchman took a seat by beneath whose spreading branches we were moving-me on a chest, and looking at me with a rueful counthe reeds, flowers and berries, especially the rich crim-' tenance, said, “ Monsieur je suis mariè, c'est mauvais.”

Vol. IV.-4

It appeared that he had been teaching French in the Sing, where they are imprisoned for killing on a small state of New York, had married there a woman of scale-nor West Point, where they are confined to learn whom he was heartily tired already, although they had the art of killing on a large scale. The cliffs of the not lived together more than two months. They slept Hudson are in many places lofty smooth walls of trapin the same birth-lying however heel and point-stone-as the guide book informs me-varied here and spanking, quarrelling and kicking half the night, to there by a stunted pine, or fir, or cedar. On approachthe diversion of the passengers.

ing a landing place, the name is resounded on deck by There was also a little Irishman aboard, squint eyed, the sailors, as thus—“Whitehall baggage!-Whitehall with a twisted mouth-a papist and a mathematician. baggage!" by a half dozen or more at once. The The Frenchman we dubbed the Emperor--the Irishman fashion of letting off a boat by means of a rope attachDon Miguel-a New Yorker, who appeared to have ed to the wheel, is dangerous, and ought to be disconthe organ of rope-climbing and navigation, the Commo- tinued. Saw the wreck of Burden's new steamer, the dore-and myself

, on account of administering a dose Helen, built on a double cylinder plan. Albany, Ameriof medicine to one of the crew, went currently by the can Hotel, No. 10--fine view of the city from the opname of the Doctor,

posite side of the river--the dome of the Capitol covered At anchor off Old Point Comfort--no sail in sight with splendiferous metal. negro canoes along side with oysters for sale. Wrote a letter on deck. Entered Hampton Roads--and next

CANAL. the Atlantic Ocean. The color of the sea is variable Rail road to Schenectady, 14 miles. Canal boatsometimes a dark slate-sometimes a clear pellucid deck like a turtle's back, but a neat cabin. Canal from green-again a dark blue or purple. In four days we Albany to Buffalo, 369 miles. Near Utica, scenery came in sight of Sandy Hook-the revolving lights-- pretty, but on a small scale. Canal runs along the light-houses—mountains and highlands of Neversink- Mohawk, a picturesque little Indian river. Early in finally New York city. The cholera had broken out, the morning--the mists floating on the hills. Boat and in some of the streets there was a strong smell of drawn by two horses, a boy mounted on one--travels chloride of lime.

day and night, at the rate of 4 miles an hour, or 96

miles a day--change horses every 10 miles. Utica THE HUDSON.

contains 10,000 inhabitants; its site is an amphitheNext morning went down to steamboat; on the way, atre of rising ground. Here I met with an acquaintpassed the foundation of the Astor Hotel, since com- ance I had seen at a watering place on the sea-shore. pleted. Wharf crowded-boys with newspapers for Rochester, 13,000 inhabitants, on the north side of the sale-carts and wheelbarrows-porters with trunks on canal-Utica on the south. Clinton Hotel, at Rochestheir heads-valices, band-boxes, umbrellas, baskets, ter-fleas-high embankment near the town. On the mail-bags—men, women and children. Embarked canal, they say “riding” in the boats, instead of the noise of the steam, and the dissonant voices of the “sailing.” There are a great many bridges across the crowd subside, and give place to the regular thump of canal; they are very low, some of them barely leavthe floating hotel, while the city fast recedes from the ing room for the body to pass. Whenever the word view.

“Bridge” is sung out, down go all on deck, and there On board the Albany I observed some blind chil- lie prostrate until the bridge is cleared. Erie canal dren--two girls and three boys. One of the girls had runs through a poor and uninteresting tract of the state a very sweet face; she and her younger sister walked of New York. Some of the villages are beautifulback and forward, arm in arm, on deck. The awning some paltry; the houses are for the most part of frame. on the upper deck happened to take fire from a spark. The people on the canal seemed quite temperate; and Hearing a noise, I went up to see what was the matter. on the entire canal, I saw only one or two shops open Two sailors were dashing water on the awning, and on Sunday. Yet in almost every insignificant village, there was no one else up there except the pretty blind was to be seen a lazy, trifling, dronish pack of idle loigirl, who was alarmed at the noise, and crying bitterly. terers, lounging listeners, a gabbling, drinking, gazing, I took her by the hand, and said what I could to quiet gossipping set—ale-house politicians, quid-nuncs, haunher fears. She said they had gone away and left her. ters of taverns. Passed a boat-load of Swiss emigrants, While I was speaking to her, the person that had the a filthy looking crew—the women very ugly. Saw care of her, came up and led her away. My heart was some Indians of the Mohegan tribe--more “last of the touched to see these unfortunate children. Oh, to have Mohicans,” probably. The weather was hot, it being the eye-the window of the mind-closed and darken- August; the passengers were unsocial; the smooth ed forever!-never again to behold the cheerful face of motion of the boat was tiresome and monotonous; the man, the light of day, the earth, the sea, the sky. bridges were a continual annoyance; everything around

The Catskill mountains in sight, looking like floating seemed cold, heartless, selfish, mercenary, and I cannot clouds of light bluish ether. Beautiful villas on the commend the grand canal either as an edifying, or as Hudson-white-of fair proportions-tasteful roofs and an agreeable route. porticoes. Small white sturgeons jumping clear out of the water. Knickerbocker, in bis history of New York,

FALLS OF NIAGARA. gives an authentic account of the eating of the first The best view of the falls is from Table Rock, on sturgeon by the Dutch.

the British side-a fine position. Standing on the I say nothing of the brave Major Andre-of the brink of this rock, the cataract roars beneath you--a head-quarters of General Washington-of Rip Van thousand mists steam up from its base; over this foamWinkle, nor of the Legend of Sleepy Hollow--of Singling gulf, a rainbow spans its arch-this is the poetry of


nature. The terrible impetuosity of the rapids above-by fleas and post offices--both of which are in great the awful plunge of the cataract--the roar--the spray, numbers. I was now in the interior of the peninsula of the rainbow,--these constitute a spectacle of inexpres- Michigan, when I began to hear the word prairie in sible beauty and sublimity. Nothing less than the lan- the mouths of people. This word is pronounced by the guage of a Homer or a Milton could paint the scene. common people pa-ra-re. At length, after expectation Not far from the falls, on the American side, is shown had been sometime on tiptoe, we began to catch glimpses the care of the winds—much like that of Æolus ; here of the upland prairies. An absolute prairie is totally too is a rainbow, based on eternal storms and mists. destitute of trees; but there are many partial prairies, What a pleasure it would be to watch these falls during that is, clear prairies, interspersed with clumps of trees. the changing seasons—to behold them from every point A clear prairie looks like an expanse of water ; and a of view-to grow familiar and domesticated as it were house in it, looks like a ship at sea. And as the mind with the most stupendous sight on earth, compared with soon grows accustomed to the solitary sameness of the which, all ordinary objects of wonder sink into con- sea, and weary of it, so it will tire of the monotonous tempi-a sight which fills the mind with lofty emotions, uniformity of the prairie in a few days. Not so with and stirs up the inmost soul of poetry. There are two the oak openings—for surely the human eye has never falls, separated by a considerable interval, entirely dis- rested on more lovely landscapes than these present. tinct, and which can never be identified. The principal, I have read of the parks, and lawns, and pleasure and by far the most astounding, is that between Grand grounds of England; but here are the parks, and lawns, Island and the Canada shore ; it exceeds all description and pleasure grounds of nature--fresh and lovely as and all conception.

they first bloomed at the dawn of creation. Among these delightful prairies, in Michigan and in Indiana,

are scattered a number of lakes--beautiful little bodies Buffalo, a fine young city on the shore of Lake of water which heighten the charms of the scenery. Erie-Eagle Hotel-Steamer to Detroit. Leaving Buf- The flowers of every hue, and blades of grass wet with falo you have from the deck a beautiful view of the dew, and bending under the summer breeze: the woodplace, glittering on the margin of the lake.

lands thinned out with a grace beyond the reach of The weather was delightful--the blue sky overhead art.” These picturesque and romantic little lakes-clear as crystal-a cool refreshing breeze played over flocks of wild turkies trooping together, where the water, rippling its glassy surface-a more charm

“The wild deer arched his neck from glades, and then ing expanse of water, human imagination cannot con.

Unhunted sought his woods and wilderness again"ceive. Yet such is our prejudice in favor of our native latitude, that while on Lake Erie, I felt a sort of regret the beams of rosy morning streaming aslant through that so noble a sheet of water should have been created the woody glades, and lighting up the whole scene : so far north. Chickens jumping overboard--passen- these all make up a picture of beauty worth the jourgers running to the side to see them in the water-as ney of a thousand miles to see. Let no man think he far as the eye could reach we could see them rocking has formed an adequate conception of the beauty of this on the bosom of the lake--came up with a steamer, earth, until he has visited the prairies of Michigan and that had lost her rudder-look up 30 of her passen- Indiana. gers-stopped at Cleaveland and Sandusky, Ohiocrowds of emigrante, German, Swiss, &c. with lots of

VARIETY. luggage. Detroit, handsomely situated on the left bank of Detroit river. I had met with the cholera at New Passing through the northern part of Indiana, very York, Albany, and Buffalo—and I found it again in little of which is yet settled by whites, I came to LaDetroit—27 dying of the pestilence daily, and the in- Porte in prairie La-Porte, so called from an opening in habitants in a panic-had to wait there two days for the a strip of woods between two prairies--like a door. stage-saw the house of Governor Cass, now Secretary The village of La-Porte was only a year old—execraof War, a low old fashioned French house. Among the ble fare at the tavern---the maitre d'hotel and wife both public buildings is a large Catholic church, with seve intemperate--fileas plenty-water brackish--and no ral towers and steeples : on the summit of which swal-stage for three days. lows and martins were warbling, twittering and sun Opposite to the town is one of those picturesque ning themselves. In New York, I bought a guide lakes mentioned before, called Lake Porte; indeed they book-in Albany, Foster's Essays-in Buffalo, the are so fond of this word, that it is likely they will reSubaltern-in Detroit, Peter Simple; and afterwards, strict their potations to Old Port—and the mayor of the in Vandalia, Lockhart's Napoleon.

town shall be called and known by the title of Sublime Porte. Took a walk in the prairie-land sells $15 per

acre-gathered 24 species of flowers, which I had not THE PRAIRIES

seen before--met three little girls gathering hazel

nuts--asked their names--one had the same name with Slage to Chicago-military road--properly named-- myself—a coincidence ! for nothing less than a soldier can stand such a road The St. Joseph's river is a clear, pretty stream. At first part of the road the stage--an open wagon-13 St. Joseph's--a village on the river--saw some Pottapassengers--tremendous roads, gullies, ruts, stumps--a watomie Indians; and among them a frame, in which gloomy wilderness of woods on each side-passed they carry a papoose or infant. Leaving St. Joseph's, through Tecumseh, called after an Indian chief-and the stage passed through an Indian reserve of twelve Ypsilanti, called after a Greek chief-much annoyed | miles square--magnificent country.


Michigan city is situated in Indiana, and on the, (although he was assisted by a stout, square-built, southern coast of Michigan. This city, however, is as double-jointed fellow from St. Louis, who sat on the yet only " in posse :" it is the germ of a future hypo- boot and pulled with all his might,) and bethought him thetical city-and the hero of our national air, were he to run his horses directly on a fence--when the barto visit that place at present, and see no town, it is cer- keeper, who was along to take up passengers, jumped tain he would not be deprived of that pleasure by the down and seized the leader by the bridle-bit; and alnumber of houses. Here I saw on the table d'hotel though he was dragged some distance first, yet succeeded, the Mackinaw shad, famous in those parts.

by the assistance of the citizens, who now came running

from every quarter, in stopping the four greys. VanINDIANS.

dalia--an uninteresting place in a rough countryTo go back a short distance-between St. Joseph's paltry hotel—assembly meets in an ordinary brick and Michigan city, I think it was-the stage stopped building. two hours for dinner in the midst of an extensive and

WOLVES. fertile prairie. There I saw three young Indians, Pot

The prairie wolf is by some supposed to be the same towatomies--two boys and a girl, bartering cranberries

as the jackall of Asia. It is so small, as not to be danfor meal, bacon and soap. The girl was beautiful, with the sweetest possible expression, and one of the boys hounds, sometimes headed by the large grey wolf;

gerous alone. It is said that they hunt in packs like was a noble manly looking fellow, and the other not that they thus pursue the deer, with a cry like that of unhandsome. They wore their hair plaitedma green hounds, sometimes rushing in full chase by a farmhunting shirt, and red leggins. Their figures were ele- house. The officers of the army, at the Indian posts, gant-hands small and delicate, and every attitude and

amuse themselves hunting these animals. gesture was easy, natural and graceful; indeed their

The prairie hen is commonly found in the northern whole appearance was such as becomes the children of and middle regions of Indiana and Illinois. Its shape nature's savage nobility. The landlord informed us, is more like a duck than a hen. It must be a fine fowl that they traded with singular dexterity, being accus for sportsmen, as it never flies far at a time. In wintomed to it from their earliest years.

ter, I was told, they are very abundant, particularly

about stacks. As an article of food, they do not rank, AN INVENTORY.

I believe, above mediocrity. For want of other employment, while waiting for dinner at this log-house in the prairie, I took an inven. tory of all and singular, the goods and chattels of From Vandalia, I went to Salem--crossed the Large one room—the which I found to be as follows, to wit: Wabash river and the Small, to Vincennes, an old Beds, split-bottom chairs, tin lamps, plaid cloak, pow. town settled by the French. The castle of Vincennes der horn, shot bag, cloak, rifle hang on wooden hooks, has been celebrated in modern times as the scene of great-coat, hat, bundle in a handkerchief, slates, flow. the trial and execution of the Duke d’Enghien. The ered paper pasted on logsmas also geography on entirely name is also illustrated by being affixed to an United a new plan, ink-vials, statistics, "For sale &c.” tacked States sloop of war. Of the town itself I recollect noup-poker, tongs, shovel, newspapers pasted up, bushes, thing remarkable, except that I had my hair cut there. onions, garden seeds, candlestick, glazed flower pot, From this town we journeyed towards Louisville, jug, pitcher, tin canisters, tea-pot, pickle-jar, coffee-mill, Kentucky; and how agreeable the journey, may be saw, umbrella, coats, grass, whip, tumblers.

gathered from the following syllabus, to wit: Going

day and night-bad stage--worse driver-horses worst HOTCH-POT.

of all-hills--rain-corduroy roads-stage crowded-The Indians throw the accent on the last syllable of cholera--pole cats. One of our passengers was a great Chicagò. Here there is a little stockade fort, and they character among the Shakers of Lebanon, Ohio. I are building a mole in the lake to form a harbor. The inferred from what I saw of him in travelling from Vinplace is only three years old; 1500 inhabitants—fast cennes to Louisville, Kentucky, that the substratum of increasing. Saw a prairie on fire. Ottawa in midst of his Shakerism was extremely thin. I saw the other day a fine picturesque country ; two pretty sisters, in pan- in the papers, that he had run off with $100,000, and a talettes, waited on table.

fair Shaker. An old Quaker from Pennsylvania, at whose house Louisville is a fine flourishing place. Frankfort on we stopped for breakfast, told me that there was land the Kentucky river, is built down in a hollow. The on his farm, the soil of which was ten feet deep. In capitol is a handsome edifice. the American bottoms, on the Illinois river, the grass on each side of the road was as high as the top of the stage-coach. Peoria, on the Illinois, a flourishing place, and abounding in fleas. Springfield, in Sangamon

NAMES. county, rather a pretty place, in the centre of a fertile, beautiful, and well peopled country. Four fine greys Ben Jonson's name was often written by himself ran away with the stage before we left the town; the with an h. Dryden spelt his own with an i. Samuel driver managed to make them run round in a circle- Butler's name was written Boteler, at least by Charles the coach in the meantime rocking from right to left like II. Our great poet's name appears Shakspere in the a boat in a storm. I caught the leathers on each side register of Stratford church, Shackspeare in the body of the coach, and held my seat in the centre by way of of his will, and Shackspere on the back of that instruballast ; by this time the driver became frightened, I ment.

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