When he had gone, and Mr. Cowan was left alone, his reflections were gloomy and dispiriting. A loss from imprudence is less galling than one from ill-fortune; the former has a visible cause, we can explain its origin, and avoid its recurrence, but the latter implies the enmity of an unknown power, alike above our comprehension or control. Haunted by thoughts like these, the poor student lay counting the midnight hours by the toll of St. Paul's, or the watchman's monotonous cry, until at length the sounds faded on his ear, and deep sleep came upon him. I love you, and I hope you will not say my attachment is unwelcome or 66 No," replied our hero; "no, I never did say so before; and why because I was poor. I had no answer to give to your parents' natural enquiries-I could not point to a happy home for their child. You would have thought little of this, but they would have thought a great deal; I knew they would have banished me at once, and rather than be shut out altogether, I concealed my feelings from them at least, if not from you, in the faint hope that something might happen in our favour. It has happened-within the last four hours I have become a rich man.' 'Never," proceeds our hero's journal at this part, never shall I forget those eyes-the love, the beautiful surprise that lighted them. I drew her to my side; her soft hair touched my lips as I poured into her willing ear the thousand varied fancies so long pent up in my heart. Struggles of the past, plans for the future, visions of hope and joy were there; but have forgotten all-the dream has gone from me, and I only retain a confused impression of vivid and overflowing happiness, which even now fills my eyes with 'pleasant tears." " Scarcely had our hero fallen asleep when a change came over him; the phantoms of his brain disappeared, the darkness cleared away, beautiful forms flitted by, soft music floated on the breeze, and all around was a garden of delight, cushioned with flowers, and plumed with glittering trees. Purple-winged birds sang hovering in the air; fountains sparkled in their rise, and tinkled in their musical fall; while soft, and warm, and bright, o'er bird, tree, fount and flower, lay the sunset glow of a summer eve. He stood on a mossy turf beside a grotto of gems, radiant with changeable hues of a glossy green; in its centre was a veiled nymph, I bending over a triton's shell:-she drew a packet from the spiral folds,she called his name-he started-her veil fell and disclosed the face of Marian-he rushed forward, when an unseen hand dashed him senseless to the ground, and on recovering from the shock he found himself lying on the Kidderminster carpet, with a most disagreeable pain in the head, and a strong suspicion that he had been dreaming for the last half hour, the locality bearing a striking resemblance to his rooms in Warwick Court, Gray's Inn. none. 66 We shall not dilate on the marriage, which soon followed, nor describe how charmingly Marian looked in her bridal dress, how the happy pair set off for Bath to spend the honeymoon, and how both the bridemaids laid heavy complaints against Jack Parkinson. Neither shall we ennumerate Mr. Cowan's liberal use of the gifts of fortune, the donative to the poor of Lifford, the dowries to his sisters, and the acknowledgment of his father's Although the young lawyer was in reality much excited by his dream, care-testimonials to his generosity and good feeling, which show the he took his place on the following day in the student's box as usual, and malice of Mr. Prior's insinuation "that no part of the £20,000 was fancied he was attending vigorously to an interesting argument about stop-given to Hodson." If none was given him, it was because he deserved ping up a lane somewhere in Lincolnshire. His note-book, however contains only the name of the case, with sketches of grottos and female heads in profile, all of which exhibit a strong family likeness. At length the court rose, and Mr. Cowan, after methodically buttoning up his great coat, and twisting his comfortable, set off from Westminster with true professional gravity. It was four o'clock; a fog was gathering, which the miserable oil lamps of those days only rendered more dismal; the shops in the Strand had a dull smoky air, the passers-by looked cross and unhappy, nothing could be less inviting for a walk, but his dream still haunted the sleeper's memory, and he held on his way up Fleet Street to Ludgate Hill. It was the second day of drawing, and there was a crowd round the lot-her tomb; a shield surmounted by a hand and heart, sculptured on a pyratery office, where a huge placard announced in sesquipedalian characters, "Just Drawn-Great Prize-20,000l. !!!" "What number is it?" said Mr C. to his predecessor in the crowd. can make out.” To push his way into the office was the work of an instant. "What is the number of the prize ?" he inquired in great excitement. "Three hundred and forty-five, sir," replied the agent; "sold by us, sir-undrawn tickets still on sale, sir, and another 20,0001. in the wheel." It might be a mistake; the head quarters were at Cornhill, and he hastened to make the same inquiry there. To his great delight the news was confirmed "No, 345-20,000l.-paid in three months UVEYTU out, and he postedediate Warwick Court in a perfect fever. His We have ascertained from the daughter of an ancient laundress who attended his chambers, that her mother found his door locked on this eventful evening, and was kept waiting a full honr, during which she heard him walking up and down, talking to himself, and spouting poetry. pocket-book, however, of the same date, far from containing verses, is entirely covered with figures and calculations. Rent, 70.-taxes, 141.— servants' wages, 301." &c. ; as to the meaning of which we are unable to offer a conjecture. At length the door was unlocked, and Mr. Cowan made his exit, buttoned up in his brown great coat, and looking, as the laundress said, "uncommon tidy." Ely Place, Holborn, is at this day the same quiet sedate row of houses that it was sixty years ago; the dead wall at the end, the iron gates at the top, and the blue beadle, all appear unchanged. Mr. Knox was then living at No. 32, and on this particular evening was busily engaged in his study with some accounts of the colony of East Florida, for which he was agent. Mrs. Knox had put on her hood, and crossed the street to sit for an hour with an opposite neighbour, and Miss Knox was alone in the drawing-room, very comfortably leaning back in an easy chair, with her foot on the fender, reading a volume of the "Spectator." Her portrait is still in the family; it represents a lovely face, with a soft and gentle expression, the hair drawn off the forehead, and falling in long rolls on either side, the eyes dark grey, and the complexion of transparent fairness, if we may judge by the cold blue tint with which the artist has chosen to imi tate it. A double knock at the hall-door made her spring up hastily, push back the chair, and settle her hair in the mirror. In a few minutes Tim made his appearance, announcing our hero, who entered with a flushed cheek and unsteady manner, very different from his usual sober demeanour. "He has had a glass too much," muttered Tim, with a wink, as he closed the drawing-room door. "He has something particular to say to me," thought Marian, not a little fluttered by the expectation. She was not long kept in suspense. After a melancholy attempt at general conversation, the young lawyer opened his case by expressing an apprehension that he had broken in too often on Mr. Knox's family circle; and on Marian's assurances to the contrary, he continued-"Have you never imagined, Miss Knox, that I had a particular motive for coming here ?" Marian began something about her father's high opinion, the family connection, and so on, trying to look innocently in his face, as she said it; but it would not do, her eyes dropped before his, she began to blush violently, and the unfortunate sentence never came to a conclusion. "Ah, Marian!" said the lover, "why will you pretend to mistake me? It is your high opinion-your gentle love I have tried to win; you know So far we have dwelt with pleasure on our hero's success in the pursuit of fortune and happiness; but from this time the poetry of his life disappears, and we shall hasten to its closing scene. In 1775, he was induced to become a candidate for the county of Donegal, though with very slender prospects of success; and the result was, that he lost both the election and a considerable sum of money, besides incurring no little ridicule for the attempt. But a heavy calamity followed; in June, 1778, Marian died, and was buried in that very churchyard where she had so often wandered in "pride of youth and beauty's bloom." There is no epitaph on mid of grey stone, to the right of the narrow pathway, is all that remains to recall the beautiful Marian. To the bereaved husband Charlton was no longer an Eden; he gave up his house, and removed with his infant son to Nash Gate, Richmond. The spell was broken; he was thrown back into the "roll of common men;" he bought and sold, held shares in Indiamen, turned underwriter, and kept a ledger; in short, he became a mere man of business; and we should no longer feel an interest in his story, except from the romance of his past life and the singularity of his final destiny. the Downs, above the little fishing village of Broadstairs, in Kent, now "O elegant!" replied his comrade, "we might cross to Holland in Simpson's boat, and never wet a thread." Simpson, however, was not of the same way of thinking; he spoke doubtfully of the weather, and proposed a trip towards Deal, instead of round the Foreland. An old weather-beaten tar, on being appealed to, his opinion that the wind had shifted a point to south'ard since morning, twisted his quid and slewed his eye around knowingly before giving it as and it was like enough to blow a gale from sou'west afore sundown. Cowan, my good fellow, d'ye hear that?" said M'Cushland. "Faith and honour! I don't know but we may as well go Deal any rate." "Nonsense, man," replied his friend, drawing him aside, "they think the wind is shifting to the south, and want to save themselves the trouble of beating up against it; no, no, we will round the Foreland." 66 way, at The two friends stepped astern, the men followed, and in a few minutes the fishing boat shot away from the rocky coast, and danced gaily over a short cockling sea. The old sailor watched it for a while, then thrust his hand into his pea-jacket, and turned away with an ominous shake of the head. Nothing is more singular than the rapidity with which a storm will sometimes gather, even in our temperate latitudes. The sun-light grows pale and sickly-clouds are suddenly formed, we know not how-the wind blows fitfully-by degrees a black scowl settles on everything--there are a few drops of rain, then a fierce squall, and then-down comes the torrent, with its flashes of lightning and peals of thunder. But the tempest brings no pleasure to the fisherman's wife or child. Many on this eventful day were the anxious hearts that watched for the return of those near and dear to them, and many did return safe to the sheltering harbour, but Simpson was not among them Others, after suffering the tortures of apprehension for days, were relieved by hearing of their friends' safety in some port along the coast; but no such tidings reached Simpson's family. Weeks passed away in the same dreary suspense, and at length even the fisherman's widow was convinced of her husband's death. Whether the unfortunate men were sunk at once by the storm, or driven on the rocks and dashed to pieces, or blown out to sea and starved, is beyond even conjecture; not a fragment of the boat, not a shred of her sails, was ever discovered, and of her doomed crew not one was ever heard of more! For years after this event, Mr. Cowan's son and heir, the only child of Marian, indulged in a fanciful expectation of his father's return; an expectation contrary to reason, but quite in unison with the benevolent dis position, the natural kindness of heart, which he has inherited from both parents. We are ourselves well acquainted with his virtues, and our inducement to publish this narrative was partly to vindicate the good name of his immediate ancestor, though principally, no doubt, to inflict a heavy blow on the vaunted accuracy of Mister James Prior. THE CORSAIR. NEW-YORK, SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 7, 1839. in gold and calf, and made a token of friendship and love. How much But to go back to THE TOKEN. It is splendidly bound, and in the main THE YELLOW FEVER AT THE SOUTH.-This fell disease has been and OUR FOREIGN CORRESPONDENTS. Before the use of steam as a means of crossing the Atlantic, our communication with England was almost as regular by the line of packets as the mails are in this country. Scarcely a week passed that an arrival did not make us glad with its news-at least, there was no forestalling In Charleston the fever is not represented as being severe, while in this element of a spirited newspaper by a quick passage of 14 or 15 days, Augusta, where it seldom has appeared, it is of the most malignant chaand then leaving us in the dark for five or six weeks. racter. It is unhappily the case now, that there intervenes so long a time between the arrival of the While we sympathise with our Southern friends in their severe afflicsteam ships that it is next to impossible to keep up a continuous and tions, let us be thankful for the extraordinary degree of health enjoyed regular correspondence with our associates abroad. The Liverpool sailed from by this community. England on the 1st of August, bringing us letters and newspapers antecedent to that date, but from the 1st to the 24th (the day of the Great Western's sailing) all our letters, magazines and papers have been detained in England, and we cannot now expect to have a line from over the water until that steamer shall reach us. This will probably be on the 9th or 10th instant. We have made these remarks that our friends might see that it is owing to no negligence on our part, nor of our attentive correspondents, that we are unable to enrich our columns this week with our accustomed supply of foreign "Jottings Down." Next week, however, we expect letters from London and Paris, rich in their contents, and equally popular with those we have already published. THE BLACK SCHOONER, AND CAPT. GEDNEY OF THE WASHINGTON.Weil, after all, our gallant friend Capt. Gedney, of the brig of war Washington, captured the poor unfortunate wretches, who, like pirates, as they in one sense are, had been hovering on our coasts for so many days. A report prevailed that the Captain was not on board the Washington at the time, but pleased are we to learn that there he was, and without any previous information of this strange craft, had the judgment to infer, from the employment of her crew, her location, and her general appearance, that all was not right, and to send a boat's crew to look into the matter and take possession. While every correct-feeling man sympathises with the condition of these ignorant beings, and laments that the cupidity of those calling themselves Christians, should have led to this disastrous mutiny and bloodshed, still we do not see how the lawyers will make out a case short of piracy, nor show cause why, by all international law, they must not be delivered over to the authorities of Cuba, to be dealt with according to the laws of Spain. THE CROPS. The papers from all quarters are loud in their acclamations of the crops, 66 RESPECT FOR THE DEAD. The ever gentle and pious ladies of New England are holding Fairs at various places for the purpose of raising monies wherewith to repair and decorate different neglected cemeteries and churchyards; and so enthusiastically do they go to work that even in the little town of Hingham the fair merchants have realised five hundred dollars, which are now being ap Some paper has foolishly said that Capt. Gedney's crew is composed of tices and of their neatness of dress and sailor-like deportment. plied in the manner intended. We are much pleased at this, and trust that places. There is nothing so subdues the mind, and tempers it for com- THE TOKEN, FOR 1840. Published by Otis, Broaders, and Company, desecrate the manes of the departed, if, by so doing, they can add to the ing us with lessons of the absurdity, if not the impiety, of this practice; in proof of which we may add that many of the persons who were once so anxious to root up and build upon consecrated grounds, are now at rest in their mouldering, but everlasting, mantles. RETIRED ACTORS.-Cooper, the veteran, has caught the silk worm fever! and is as busy as a scene shifter in a pantomime raising the morus multicaulis in Pennsylvania-Wilson, having given over spouting, unless with a watering engine-is bringing forth turnips, cucumbers, and kidney potatoes, in New York-and DeCamp, who of late years has been ruralising in Alabama, has shuffled off this mortal coil, and is gone, we trust, to make his first appearance in a new character, and in a better place. ing and ghastly distress within the limits of civilization. It surely must have thrilled the heart of the beholder with sudden horror. Dr. Lambert, an eminent French physician in this city, relates that during his frequent rides through the different streets, his attention has almost always been attracted as he passed a house where a poor family lived. The family consisted of a man and his wife, both rather young, and the latter good looking, with a little infant smiling in beauty, and about ten months old. He was led to notice them from the appearance of content that lived there, and their being frequently on the banquette before the house. After the fever set in, he still saw them for some days, happy as usual, but at length he "missed them from the accustomed place."-This he did for two days, until on the third, feeling uneasy for No one answered: silence was in the mansion. them he stopped his gig before the house, alighted-rapped at the door. He pushed open the door and went in. There lay the husband and the wife on the floorboth dead of the fever, and the former decaying. The child was alive with its little arms around the dead mother's neck, vainly trying to draw the sustaining fluid from the breast. Such is "life in New Orleans." SUBTERRANEAN NEWS. IN A LETTER FROM J. CYPRESS, JUN., AUTHOR OF FIRE ISLANDANA. Tartarus, Charon, Fanny Wright & Co. THE AMERICAN TURF REGISTER.-Prompt to the day does this splendid Magazine for September reach our sanctum. The first article our eye falls on is another "day" of the "Week in the Woodlands," by Frank Forester. Under this name the author has chosen to disguise his own; but so constantly is the enquiry made to us, "who writes those beautiful papers?" that we must entreat the author to give us leave, when next we borrow from the "Register," to divulge the secret. These papers are Dear Editor,-I was reading the fifth book of the Æneid one afternoon written expressly for this magazine, and well deserve the universal admi- last week, after dining magnificently upon roast pig and green peas, when, ration they every where excite. This number is beautifully embellished almost imperceptibly, and with a sensation of gradual, languid, pleasant with two engravings of the winners of the Derby and Oaks the present metamorphosis, I was, in the body, taken out of the body, and transported to the unmonopolized public lands of poetry and classic story. Animal year. In the manner of getting up-in the style and finish of all its adorn-magnetism carried me over the track we flew. Cumca received me, amments, to say noting of the labour bestowed on the contents and detailsbitious pilgrim, seeking safe convoy and a passport for travel through the of the subject matter, no magazine ever printed in this country can be interesting regions that own Pluto for their King. I stood upon the marcompared with the Register. VINCHON'S PAINTING OF BOISSY D'ANGLAS.-This is a very large picture now on exhibition at Clinton Hall Academy of Design. We have seen it but once, and were impressed with its excellence in every respect. We commend it to the attention of those fond of the arts, believing they will find much to admire in a picture commemorating one of the most thrilling scenes of the French Revolution.. MR. CHARLES KEAN.-We learn that this talented young tragedian will make his first appearance at the National on Monday. We need not bespeak for him a kind welcome from a New York audience, for here his merits were first acknowledged and generously encouraged. Since that period Mr. Kean has vigorously pursued the study of his profession, and has won the universal admiration of his countrymen at home. He has now returned to us perfected by a diligent practice in the best school, and will be greeted with all the enthusiasm of friends who fondly prophesied that the talents of the youth would ripen into genius in manhood. PHRENOLOGY.-Samuel Colman is about publishing an illustrated edition of Professor Combe's Lectures, and a history of this popular Science. We have never been able to convince ourselves that the time will ever arrive when the science will be made practically useful. It is a curious study; and its details amusing to those who have leisure to peruse them, and it is to that class of our citizens that this forthcoming work is ad dressed. MR. CLAY arrived at the White Sulphur Springs on the 28th ult. A public dinner was tendered him, at which he made an unusually animated and eloquent speech, giving as a toast "our Social Institutions, the great safeguard of this Republic: may they never be disturbed by religious or political dissentions." The Hon. John Forsyth, Secretary of State, having been detained in Philadelphia several days by indisposition, left that place on Monday for Washington. DEATH OF GOVERNOR CLARKE.-The Frankfort Commonwealth of Tuesday last, says, that James Clarke, Governor of Kentucky, died that morning about eight o'clock. Governor Clarke was elected in 1836; term of service, four years. S. S. Prentiss, says the National Intelligencer, has formally accepted the nomination of the Whig party of Mississippi to a seat in the United States Senate, in opposition to R. J. Walker, who is the administration candidate for re-election. LIFE IN NEW ORLEANS.-We find in a paper from that most ill-fated and afflicted city, the following relation of a scene created by that terrible disease which has proved so fatal to its inhabitants. We hope the picture is over drawn, for it chills our hearts to believe there can be such suffer 66 gin of the sacred grove, where grows the golden tree, whose branches are at once the protection-papers and the pilot of the specially favoured living, to the country of ghosts and infernal gods. Mighty enterprise, glorious riches of glowing incidents! What subterranean treasures shall I glorify to the wondering upper air, if ever I get back! Pencillings by the way" "Crayon Sketches"-Trolloping "inklings" of a jaunt through Tartarus during the year 1839! Shade of Eneas, help me to break through these cat-briars and blackberry bushes, that guard the entrance to the sacred tree! With this invocation I pressed boldly into the penetralia of the wood. I readily discovered the individual who keeps watch over the aureal vegetable, and expressed to her my desire to go to Hell. My request was received with courtesy, and the trusty watch-woman accompanied her acknowledgment of my right to prosecute the jaunt by breaking off and putting into my hand a sister branch of the bough which marshalled the pious son of Anchises, some thousand years ago. I felt the god running through my veins as I touched the scion of the tree of knowledge and "I presume, sir, I need not show you the way," said the civil sybil, 'you New Yorkers are generally familiar with the road; but if you should miss your track, the rod will direct you. Follow the rod. The gold will keep you straight." power. I touched my hat to the old lady in acknowledgment of the compli citizens, and bidding her good day, turned to commence my journey. mentary observation which she was pleased to express touching my fellow Immediately the under brush and matted trees fell apart, disclosing a broad avenue of spiral green sward running down into the earth at about an angle of thirty-two and a half degrees. Down this declivity I walked, which soon brought me to the boundary of the dusky empire. High, or rather was whirred by a vehement power of centripetal locomotion, higher than sight; far-farther than thought, stretched the everlasting walls. Gloomily and fearfully the grand portal frowned before me. The gates were swung wide open, but old Cerberus was wide awake, and his three heads were busily occupied in fighting a family quarrel in reference to a bone which each appeared desirous to appropriate. tion, which made me somewhat doubt the sufficiency of my nerves for the The moment he noticed me he saluted me with an ululatory recognijourney I had undertaken. I trembled more especially, because in the hurry of my setting out I had neglected to bring with me the customary viaticum to grease and bribe his jaws. Moreover, one does not like to strike a gentleman's dog, particularly when he is on a visit to him, and unless the brute exhibits decided symptoms of hydrophobia. But the impetus of my progress was such that there was no time for adjustment of the difficulty. "I must settle this business with Pluto," said I to myself. Then I took courage and thought of Hercules, who dragged the cur to earth and back again; and raising my metal, no lightly-loaded weapon, I got in readiness-a blow at the rushing whelp, which, if it had been discharged in the proper direction, would have probably made him a constellation alongside of his brother Sirius. But oh! wonder-working gold! the moment that the treasure glittered in his eyes, the three-mouthed coward fawned and grovelled at my feet, kissing the yellow rod, like a a skinner before a money-lender at 1-4 before three. Charge! good dog," said I, patting his heads successively, to make sure of his good opinion when I should return; and under these establishthe Styx, where I found innumerable ghosts, walking up and down, and ed terms of friendship, we separated. I soon arrived at the east bank of waiting their turn to cross. The throng at this landing-place reminded me of the congregation at the Brooklyn ferry on a race day; only the people were all on foot. My magic passport gained me an easy opening through the multitude, most of whom seemed to be Ethiopians and low Irish. Those who held themselves more respectable stood back at a distance from the river, and a few groups that I particularly noticed appeared by their gestures, and the occasional emphatic words which struck my ear, to be discussing some question about the monopoly of the ferry. The doctrine of equal rights, however, was faithfully regarded. No exclusive facilities for entering into the kingdom were allowed. Every candidate Seeing me melancholy, the old man lit up a good-natured smile. was duly billeted the moment he arrived by the constables of the vestibule, "Come, cheer up," said he, "cheer up. What's the news on Earth? and each took turn according to the number of his ticket, without any en- How do parties get on in America? Glorious country that?—in danger quiry made as to property, citizenship, or naturalization: all that was re- though--terrible danger! Italian Opera - loco focoism-gambling in quired was the paying for his ferriage. When I arrived at the brink of the stocks-Animal Magnetism-French legs-Irish heads-Maine mill-sites sluggish stream, the ferryman had just put out with a cargo of small child-Oregon building lots-phrenology-banks-brokers-twig that snapping But on the instant he caught a glimpse of the golden rod, he returtle! What are your politics?" ren. turned and hurried out his passengers with fierce precipitation, forgetting, I gave the hand of the veteran mariner a hearty grasp, and at his beckoning, took a seat in the stern-sheets, and off he put. We had hardly got six yards from the bank, when a familiar voice, a little way down the stream, assailed my ears with a loud hilloa. I turned at the cry, and to my utter astonishment, saw my old friend Jack Furnace, who had sailed only ten days before for Liverpool, in perfect health, swinging his hands above his head, and shouting. Mercy protect us!" cried I. Jack, is that you? dear boy, shove back and take him in." Charon, my That's contrary to law," replied the old gentleman. "Don't you see his ticket is numbered 11,251,956? There's a whole army to cross before he can tread my plank." You will most particularly oblige me, my esteemed friend, if you will, in this single instance, suspend the operation of the provisions of your charter. That gentleman, whose demise I am thus suddenly called on to deplore, owes me a very convenient thousand on the result of a discussion at brag, a fortnight since, and I should be happy to get his order upon his executors or administrators, to pay the amount to me out of his assets. Poor Jack What could have killed him? Indeed, dear Charon, you must take him in. Allow me to present to you this twig of my bough, as a trifling token of my regard for your friendship, and the firmness of your adherence to the established usages of your boat." "Don't mention this on the other side," said the old man, thrusting the argument into his pantaloons' pocket, with some rapidity; at the same time bending and pretending to fix a thole-pin and backing water. "Old Minos would have me indicted, if he were to find out that in a single case bribery and corruption had made me lose sight of the equal rights of the ghosts. I should certainly be turned out of office." Foco genus, conservative species, whole hog in the abstract, and always ready to sacrifice personal opinion to the judicious principles of public policy, rightly understood in reference to the individual interests of the citizen. Those are my sentiments, my friend. Permit me to enquire the state of parties in Hell. Do the Whigs or Democrats rule the roast? Excuse the joke; but that puts me in mind to enquire about the firemen. How does that department vote?" "Mine, Sir? I am a federal democratic whig republican, of the Loco "O, we have no people to put out fire here. We don't admit them.They're so uncertain. But we've had our own time of it, nevertheless.Pluto has had his hands full. Listen. First up gets a company of speculating ghosts, with not an obolus among them the whole lot of them, and whose turn to cross hadn't come yet, and presents a petition to the throne, for an act of incorporation under the title of "The Salamander Styx Bridge, and Acheron Death and Trust Company," with banking privileges. As this was got up merely to raise the price of building lots near Colonel Tantalus' pond, which they had bought of Colonel Ixion at a high price with their promissory notes, all the loafer ghosts that had sixpence cashin their pockets, consulted and kicked. Free Trade and Sinners' Rights Associations were formed in every part of Tartarus. A special committee was sent up-stairs for Fanny Wright. They contrived to get off unobserved, and the first thing we knew down came the man giantess. The way she walked over the sulphur was a caution. She throttled Cerberus, and almost choked him with a copy of the "Emancipator," and strode on to the ferry. Seeing me half way across, she dashed into the river, and came after me like a shark-upset the boat-tumbled me and six old wo men and a young Baptist minister, overboard, mounted the skiff, and sculled herself ashore. Soon as she landed, she stole away my boat-hook, stuck upon its top her handkerchief, upon which was stamped in indelible red ink, the motto " Equal Rights and Free Ferries-now and forever, one and inseparable." The ghosts turned pale, Acheron boiled, Tartarus trembled. Pluto came out, and took off his hat, mistaking her for Minerva, on a spree. Yielding to the divine afflatus which possessed her, he followed her into a convenient spelunca, and gave her audience. Here she raised the watchword cry of "Reform," and demanded that he should abandon his Pagan notion of devotion to a single wife, and that she should be made queen of Hell, No. 2. Aschalaphus standing by, ran off, on hearing the negotiation, and told Prosperine. Then there was the Devil to rushed to the rescue of monogamy. Did you ever see women fight?— Snakes! such a row! The people in Elysium heard it, and came rushing in. Socrates, and Adam Smith, Pluto, and Malthus flew to the rescue, with cries of turn her out! turn her out!" "Order! Order!" sung out Pluto; but no more order could be had than on the last night of a session of Congress when Wise is speaking. Puff-puff-it's hot." "Well; how did you finally succeed in getting her out?" "I can't say, my dear boy. Her ascent was as mysterious as her advent. Both immense. Some think she's here yet." Jack jumped in about mid-ship, and, ghost as he was, nearly swamped the rickety craft with his irregular weight. He was fat, puffed, and, strange for a shade, red-faced, and worse and worse, was evidently ine-pay. Pros. started, in a rage, and brought out the Fates and Furies, and briated. His marvellous appearance excited very natural enquiry. His story was soon told. He and the captain, crew, and passengers of the vessel he had sailed in, had just got down from the bed of the Atlantic Ocean. On the tenth day out, at 4 A.M., sea time, they ran upon a mountain of ice floating under water, and in five minutes after, in a brisk flaw, foundered and went to the bottom. Jack was at his wine at the time, when he was quite as unpleasantly as unexpectedly called upon to change his liquor. Jack's inclination always did use to be in favour of drinking many bumpers, rather than to submit to a single glass of brine. I could not, therefore, help saying to him, that it must have been rather mortifying to be subjected to the punishment imposed upon people who want to keep sober, while he was giving unchallengable evidence of his determination to get drunk. My suggestion did not seem to find favour with my (now) fellow-passenger, and former fellow-sinner. "No post mortem reflections, Jerry," said Jack, mournfully; "you're MASSACRE AT ST. DOMINGO.-The editors of the Star have had the not Coroner :-it's a bad business-bad-bad. I'm very penitent. Cut good fortune to have intrusted to them, a very valuable manuscript touchoff in my prime-no notice to quit-unhousolled-unanointed!-What ing a period of Provincial History highly important at the present time. killed you, my boy?" I'm not dead, Jack; I'm on a voyage of discovery-playing Or-It is thus noticed by that print : " cutors?" I am interrupted, my dear Editor. If you don't hear from below before, pheus. Though I don't mean to pick up a wife here. By the bye-do An aged gentleman-a citizen of the United States, but a Frenchman you remember that thousand? Can't you give me an order on your Exe-by birth-has placed in our hands, for publication, if desired, and a work of thrilling interest it is, his personal narrative of the horrid events occurring in one district only in St. Domingo, under the tyrant Dessaline. It has every mark of authenticity, and the character of the author is a guarantee for the truth and fidelity of the work. We wish every abolitionist could read it, and see what the result was of that foul conspiracy to destroy the white inhabitants of that Island, and place the ruthless blacks in possession of the government; and reflect how far religion and humanity can be advanced by causing such results in our own country. "No money, Jerry-no money. Bursted. I'll give you a deed, when we get across, for my New Brighton speculation, and my City Lots in Kimake wahamaya. Have you got such a thing as an obolus about you, to pay this old cock? what's that? Gold! by Jove! I hav'nt seen such a piece of bullion for- And here my dear friend sprang up and dashed at my magic branch. "Sit down-sit down-you'll upset us-you'll be overboard;" cried our oarsman. But the caution came too late. Our whiffling skiff shivered quick from larboard to starboard, dipping her gunnels into the water, and Jack lost his feet, and then there was a splash, and the waters of the Styx closed over the head of my unfortunate debtor. "There he goes. Sarved him right. Just as I expected," remarked the philosophic boatman, as he kept pulling on. "Stop! stop! Charon, back water! the man will be drowned!" "Drowned, will he? He was drowned this morning. That's three kinds of liquor he's been in to-day ;" and the grim ferryman grinned. "But he has'nt secured my debt. What will become of him?" "Go to the bottom, to be sure. Here's where I generally lose such fellows. Just half way from shore. Call it half seas over hole.' Grand place for eels." "But my venerable Remex, consider my deep interest in his fate.Consider my thousand dollars. Can't you get him up? How deep is it?" "Never went down to see. Don't fret. He can't exundise for as many years as he owes you dollars. When the time comes, he'll float ashore t'other side, and take his trial with the ghosts of people who have never been buried. Don't you know it's the law that people that an't buried can't cross the Styx for a thousand years?" I remembered the statute as quoted by divers of the poets, and yielded to the necessity of its requisitions, The author, after detailing the early history of St. Domingo-its wealth and fertility, the happy condition of its inhabitants, the war between France and England, and the measures of Great Britain, proceeds to describe the events of the revolution. A SKETCH. From the Correspondence of the N. Y. American. George D. Prentice was one of the most buoyant, witty, daring boys, that New London county ever reared. He could beat all his school-fellows in a race, and fling, in a wrestling match, the most brawny youngster in Griswold. He was equally agile and peerless as a scholar. At the head of his glass in Brown University, he not only mastered all the prescribed studies, but surveyed the whole field of English literature; especially the poets. One of his classmates told me, that, repeat to him a line of Byron, and he would catch it, and recite pages of the poet with astonishing rapidity. He was graduated, not only the best scholar, but the best wrestler in college. Mr. Prentice holds one of the most racy pens in America, and wonderfully versatile in its powers. His wit is like the jet d'eau-his taste as exquisite as the tints of the rainbow-his strength like the Ohio rolling down the Louisville rapids. At will, his irony gashes like a cleaver, or pierces like a lancet. He can dash in the skull of an opponent with gnarled maul, or draw his heart's blood with as polished a rapier as ever has been elicited from the press would have driven from the boards one of less nerve, or less determined to convince the public that though she may not be a Siddons or a Kemble, she feels conscious of possessing talents equal to the personation of the gentler characters of the Drama. We confess, however, we are apprehensive that even though she should achieve this point, her success would not be attended with any important results. The Park audiences have been so long accustomed to have their tastes indulged for the highest walks, both in Tragedy and Comedy, that they have become most fastidious, and seem to have no relish for the less ambitious personations. The Kembles-Miss Phillips, and Miss Tree, are so fresh in the memories of the old friends of this house that they turn away, almost with disgust, from any thing short of their peerless enactments. We think it is not that Miss Maywood is unequal to a very creditable personation of the parts she attempts that she is not more highly appreciated, but that her advisers have very injudiciously subjected her to the most trying and fatal comparisons, by encouraging her to follow in the very foot-prints of those whose exquisite and finished performances can never be forgotten. The spirits of the Park audiences have been kept up during the week by Mr. Ranger, who took the town so much by surprise on his first appearance. He has great advantage in playing a character entirely new, and deserves high commendation as the author of the play. It is de A PROMISING YOUNG DOCTOR.-The following anecdote, related by Dr. SIR S. GARTH-Many amusing anecdotes are recorded of this eminent humorous production the virtues and nobleness of feeling exhibited, suffer sadly from the broken language in which the ingenuous foreigner expresses himself. The laugh is irresistible, though the eye is brimming with tears. On his benefit Mr. Ranger assumed a second character, which he played admirably well. The great guns are to be fired on Monday at "both your houses," and it is quite puzzling to some of our friends, who rejoice in first appearances, how they shall contrive to witness both. We will tell them. They should go to the National and see Mr. Kean make his bow, and through the first act, then rush down to the Park and listen an hour, then back again to the National to witness the last act of the tragedy. In this way they will be able to tell their friends, on Tuesday morning, how the war gets on-how Mr. Kean has improved-how the Singers warbled their first notes; and make a pretty fair estimate of the relative forces and the issue of the campaign. THE NATIONAL. Without any excitement or noise the houses have continued good ever since the opening of this theatre. The admirers of no actor living are so true and unflinching as those who night after night crowd to see Mr. ALLEGED INSULT TO THE QUEEN.-The individual who is accused of Forrest. The charm seems irresistible with many. They never tire, and having offered an insult to her Majesty in Hyde Park, on the 17th ult. so strongly do they associate the language of the different characters with has forwarded a copy of a letter, which he states he has addressed to the the actual sentiments of the man, one not unfrequently hears Mr. FórQueen, denying in the most positive and solemn terms having been guilty rest quoted as having said this and that, when in fact it is only some strong of the offence imputed. The writer, after some introductory remarks, expression or striking idea of the author whose hero he has been represays "I had advanced before your Most Gracious Majesty, and did not dis-senting. After going through nearly all the characters in which he is cover the fact until apprised by one of the grooms (James Light), who acted as one of the outriders. On his announcement that the Queen was behind, my utmost efforts were used to keep at a respectful distance; my horse was unruly, and, but for the indecent conduct of James Light, I should have succeeded in effectually removing myself. He rode furiously up to me, and took hold of my horse's reins, and did all in his power to unhorse me, without the slightest provocation; but for this I should have vanished from your Majesty's presence before anything unpleasant could have occurred." THE LARGE YORKSHIRE ESTATES.-Sir Belingham Graham's fine estate in the North Riding of Yorkshire, called Nunnington, including two thousand six hundred acres of rich land, and a rental of four thousand four hundred pounds a year, was sold by Mr. George Robins, on Saturday, for one hundred and fifty thousand guineas, the timber subject to the usual valuation. The recent discussion upon the propriety of altering the Cornlaws has through the season evidently had its influence; in the present case it should seem that the idle notion of ruining the agricultural interest has ceased to be entertained any longer. Mr. Rutson of the county of York, is the buyer. This is the third large estate in Yorkshire that has recently changed hands through the instrumentality of Mr. George Robins, viz. : The Ribston, for 180,000 guineas; The Whitwell, for 101,500 guineas; and lastly, The Theatre. THE PARK. We cannot withhold the expression of our admiration of Miss Maywood's moral courage and perseverance. Much less disapprobation than most admired, and repeating many of them, Mr. Forrest on Wednesday evening introduced Mr. Bulwer's Drama of Richelieu, playing the part of the wiley Cardinal This play has been repeatedly pronounced a closet play, but judging from the effect it produced on its first representation it must be considered but very little inferior to the Lady of Lyons in its aptitude for the stage, and its superior in dignity of action, and in permitting the general effect to be much enhanced by the splendour of court scenes and courtly costumes. Mr. Forrest was eminently successful in his part, and carried the play through most triumphantly. Fortunately the interest is centered in the one character, else we apprehend the play would have come halting off, for the support afforded in the minor parts was not particularly calculated to sustain the interest or give efficiency to their respective characters. On Thursday Richelieu was repeated, and we have listened to nothing from the stage for years that we liked so well. The illusion to us was complete. Mr. Forrest never played better, we think, never as well. The physical man is entirely concealed or subdued, and the spectator sees nothing but the workings of an acute and powerful mind, masterly portrayed by the author, and still more masterly wrought out by the actor. We have ever thought that Mr. Forrest's Lear was his best personation of Shakspeare's heroes. Hereafter we shall rank his Richelieu at the head of all his characters. It would be difficult to say in a breath how it happens, that a person, gifted beyond all his contemporaries with extraordinary physical power and muscular developements, should be enabled to assume an old man's part, and bear it off with all its characteristics in a manner to create the most complete illusion in the minds of all beholders. Yet so it is. Nothing that Mr. Forrest ever did is better than whole passages of Richelieu-a man worn out and enfeebled by age and a life of great vicissitude, though not older than 57 perhaps. We congratulate both Mr. Forrest and the Lessee on the success of this new play. To each of them is the author greatly indebted, and could he |