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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 flame, 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 body, 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 multitude 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 my heart. Suddenly the throng above me swept itself away, and arising, with a violent effort of strength I leaped into the box where I had seen Ellen Pilton. She was lying on the floor, her head supported by the seat from which she had fallen. Her countenance betrayed neither terror nor alarm, and woman's fortitude seemed in that storm of death to have found its only refuge in her placid brow. The conventional rules of etiquette were laid aside in that hour of wretchedness, and without speaking, I grasped her waist with my left arm. The warm blood from my cheek fell on her face and hair and stained her palpitating bosom. "You are hurt!" she exclaimed; “save yourself!-go! leave me !-dear Lionel, I forgive you!"

window having been burst open, my foot fell from its fearful position. The grasp of a strong and powerful hand wound itself in my hair, and a voice whose animated tones brought back, even in that terrific hour, the fadeless memory of childhood, exclaimed, "You are safe, Mass Lionel !" My preserver leaped into the window, drawing me with him. Suspended to the outside of the house by one hand, resting on the casement of the window, with the other he received the lifeless form of Ellen. I saw them reach the earth in safety; and ere I leaped beside them, I involuntarily looked behind. A few feet from the window the floor had fallen in. An ocean of flame spread its greedy waves as far as the eye could 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 vapour. Vain was the arm of valor— was 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 suffocating and dying around. I stepped within the window, and with great exertion raised its lower sash. My feet were thrust into the opening, and I was gradually escaping, when the sash fell, and

PARADISE LOST.

There exists a prose version of Milton's Paradise Lost, which was innocently translated from the French version of that epic. One Green also published a new version of the poem into blank verse,

THE COPY-BOOK.

DISMAL SWAMP.

There is a rail road now, running five miles right through the upper part of this great Serbonian bog. It looks like a grand avenue, surrounded on either hand by magnificent forests. The trees here are cypress, juniper, oak, pine, &c. of enormous size, and richest foliage; and below is a thick entangled undergrowth, of reeds, woodbine, grape-vines, mosses and creepers, shooting and twisted spirally around, interlaced and complicated, so as almost to shut out the sun.

The engineer who had constructed the road through this extraordinary swamp, told me that he had found it so formidable a labor, as almost to despair of success. In running the line, his feet were pierced by the sharp stumps of cut reeds; he was continually liable to sink ankle or knee deep into a soft muddy ooze; the yellow flies and moschetoes swarmed in myriads; and the swamp was inhabited by venomous serpents and beasts of prey.

son deer-berry, which was very abundant. There is a sombre grandeur in the aspect of this dark and gloomy swamp; but even in these solitary morasses, the hand of man is changing the face of nature: many gianttrunked cypresses and junipers have sunk before the stroke of the axe.

Arrived at the end of the little canal, we suddenly shot right into Lake Drummond; like entering the door of a saloon, at once the whole scene opens to the view. Drummond's pond, as it is commonly called, is eighteen miles in circumference, six miles across, eight feet deep all over, circular, and surrounded on all sides by magnificent forests. Besides the canal we had come in, there was another, five miles long, connecting the lake with the Dismal Swamp Canal proper. Rowing around the pond, we came to a shed of boards much like a cow-house, in which lived an old fisherman and his family. We afterwards met on the lake another fisherman, with his daughter-a pretty sunburnt girl of fourteen-in a canoe, which was well laden with fish. Indeed this lake abounds in fish of an excellent quality; we hooked a few, bought some from our sunburnt lady of the lake, and pulled away for the centre of the lake. There we gazed awhile with delight on that charming sheet of water, which lay, calm as a mirror, glittering in the morning sun.

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THE TOUR.

The Dismal Swamp was once a favorite huntingground of the Indians; arrow heads, stone knives, and hatchets are yet found there, and it still abounds in deer, bears, wild turkies, wild cats, &c. The water of 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 table, might perhaps be used as peat.

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LAKE DRUMMOND.

There is in the interior of the Dismal Swamp, a body of water bearing this name, after the discoverer, who wandering in pursuit of game, with two companions, was lost, and in his rambling, came upon this lake. His comrades failed to thread their way out. Drummond returned, and gave an account of the sheet of water, which was accordingly called after him. A superstition which finds its "local habitation" in this lake, is the subject of a song by the poet Moore, of a spectre lady and her lover, who paddle a canoe nightly across this water.

"But oft from the Indian hunter's camp,
This lover and maid so true,
Are seen at the hour of midnight damp,
To cross the lake by a firefly lamp,
And paddle their white canoe."

he was an attache of the French legation, in the streets a Turk set a number of lean and hungry dogs upon him, which would have torn him in pieces, but for an old woman, who gave him shelter in her house. He had visited Siberia, where he lay sick at Tobolsk, and was most kindly nursed by the natives. He had been in Switzerland-at Geneva saw Lord Byron in the streets, and swimming in lake Leman. Had seen Sir and had been present in the Champs de Mai where Walter Scott in London. Had often seen Napoleon, Louis Philippe, King of the French, reviewed 450,000 men. Had been in Spain, and had passed ten years in England, where he was professor of French at the Royal Military Academy, Woolwich. At a gaming house in London, he saw a Spanish officer, a fine looking man, blow himself through with a pistol, on account of losing at play ;-his last words were to those about him-"Messieurs, prenez garde de mes enfans."

THE VOYAGE.

Sunday morning-broiling sun-negroes coming off in boats from the plantations along the river, with eggs, roasting-ears, chickens, fruit, &c. to sell. That night, to escape from the heated air of a confined cabin, I slept on deck, in my cloak, my head on a hawser, under a

The engineer before mentioned, and myself, visited this lake. We went first on horseback, to the lumber yard of the Dismal Swamp Timber Company, not far from which we dismounted, and embarked on board a boat called a Periauger, in which we were pushed with poles, by two negroes, ten miles, along a narrow canal constructed by the Timber Company for the transpor-heavy dew. tation 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 cats, &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.

There was also a little Irishman aboard, squint eyed, with a twisted mouth--a papist and a mathematician. The Frenchman we dubbed the Emperor--the Irishman Don Miguel--a New Yorker, who appeared to have the organ of rope-climbing and navigation, the Commodore-and myself, on account of administering a dose of medicine to one of the crew, went currently by the name of the Doctor.

ing a landing place, the name is resounded on deck by the sailors, as thus-"Whitehall baggage!-Whitehall baggage!" by a half dozen or more at once. The fashion of letting off a boat by means of a rope attached to the wheel, is dangerous, and ought to be discon tinued. Saw the wreck of Burden's new steamer, the Helen, built on a double cylinder plan. Albany, American Hotel, No. 10--fine view of the city from the opposite side of the river--the dome of the Capitol covered

CANAL.

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 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, and in some of the streets there was a strong smell of chloride of lime.

THE HUDSON.

the morning-the mists floating on the hills. Boat drawn by two horses, a boy mounted on one--travels day and night, at the rate of 4 miles an hour, or 96 miles a day--change horses every 10 miles. Utica 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 lie prostrate until the bridge is cleared. Erie canal runs through a poor and uninteresting tract of the state of New York. Some of the villages are beautiful— some paltry; the houses are for the most part of frame. The people on the canal seemed quite temperate; and on the entire canal, I saw only one or two shops open on Sunday. Yet in almost every insignificant village, was to be seen a lazy, trifling, dronish pack of idle loiterers, lounging listeners, a gabbling, drinking, gazing, gossipping set-ale-house politicians, quid-nuncs, haunters of taverns. Passed a boat-load of Swiss emigrants, a filthy looking crew-the women very ugly. Saw some Indians of the Mohegan tribe--more "last of the Mohicans," probably. The weather was hot, it being August; the passengers were unsocial; the smooth motion of the boat was tiresome and monotonous; the bridges were a continual annoyance; everything around seemed cold, heartless, selfish, mercenary, and I cannot commend the grand canal either as an edifying, or as an agreeable route.

On board the Albany I observed some blind children-two girls and three boys. One of the girls had a very sweet face; she and her younger sister walked back and forward, arm in arm, on deck. The awning on the upper deck happened to take fire from a spark. Hearing a noise, I went up to see what was the matter. Two sailors were dashing water on the awning, and there was no one else up there except the pretty blind girl, who was alarmed at the noise, and crying bitterly. I took her by the hand, and said what I could to quiet her fears. She said they had gone away and left her. While I was speaking to her, the person that had the care of her, came up and led her away. My heart was touched to see these unfortunate children. Oh, to have the eye-the window of the mind-closed and darkened forever!-never again to behold the cheerful face of man, the light of day, the earth, the sea, the sky.

The Catskill mountains in sight, looking like floating clouds of light bluish ether. Beautiful villas on the Hudson-white-of fair proportions-tasteful roofs and porticoes. Small white sturgeons jumping clear out of the water. Knickerbocker, in his history of New York, gives an authentic account of the eating of the first sturgeon by the Dutch.

FALLS OF NIAGARA.

The best view of the falls is from Table Rock, on 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 Singing 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 cave of the winds-much like that of Eolus; 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 with the most stupendous sight on earth, compared with which, all ordinary objects of wonder sink into contempt a sight which fills the mind with lofty emotions, and stirs up the inmost soul of poetry. There are two 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, and by far the most astounding, is that between Grand Island and the Canada shore; it exceeds all description and all conception.

A MEDLEY.

Buffalo, a fine young city on the shore of Lake Erie-Eagle Hotel-Steamer to Detroit. Leaving Buffalo you have from the deck a beautiful view of the place, glittering on the margin of the lake.

The weather was delightful--the blue sky overhead clear as crystal-a cool refreshing breeze played over the water, rippling its glassy surface-a more charming expanse of water, human imagination cannot conceive. Yet such is our prejudice in favor of our native latitude, that while on Lake Erie, I felt a sort of regret that so noble a sheet of water should have been created so far north. Chickens jumping overboard-passengers running to the side to see them in the water-as far as the eye could reach we could see them rocking on the bosom of the lake--came up with a steamer, that had lost her rudder-took up 30 of her passengers-stopped at Cleaveland and Sandusky, Ohiocrowds of emigrants, German, Swiss, &c. with lots of luggage. Detroit, handsomely situated on the left bank of Detroit river. I had met with the cholera at New York, Albany, and Buffalo-and I found it again in Detroit-27 dying of the pestilence daily, and the inhabitants in a panic-had to wait there two days for the stage-saw the house of Governor Cass, now Secretary of War, a low old fashioned French house. Among the public buildings is a large Catholic church, with several towers and steeples: on the summit of which swallows and martins were warbling, twittering and sunning themselves. In New York, I bought a guide | book-in Albany, Foster's Essays-in Buffalo, the Subaltern-in Detroit, Peter Simple; and afterwards, in Vandalia, Lockhart's Napoleon.

THE PRAIRIES.

house in it, looks like a ship at sea. And as the mind soon grows accustomed to the solitary sameness of the sea, and weary of it, so it will tire of the monotonous uniformity of the prairie in a few days. Not so with the oak openings for surely the human eye has never

I have read of the parks, and lawns, and pleasure grounds of England; but here are the parks, and lawns, and pleasure grounds of nature--fresh and lovely as 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 of water which heighten the charms of the scenery. The flowers of every hue, and blades of grass wet with dew, and bending under the summer breeze: the woodlands thinned out with a "grace beyond the reach of art." These picturesque and romantic little lakes-flocks of wild turkies trooping together, where

"The wild deer arched his neck from glades, and then

Unhunted sought his woods and wilderness again”—

the beams of rosy morning streaming aslant through the woody glades, and lighting up the whole scene: these all make up a picture of beauty worth the jour ney of a thousand miles to see. Let no man think he has formed an adequate conception of the beauty of this earth, until he has visited the prairies of Michigan and Indiana.

VARIETY.

Passing through the northern part of Indiana, very little of which is yet settled by whites, I came to LaPorte in prairie La-Porte, so called from an opening in a strip of woods between two prairies--like a door. The village of La-Porte was only a year old-execrable fare at the tavern-the maitre d'hotel and wife both intemperate-fleas plenty-water brackish--and no stage for three days.

Opposite to the town is one of those picturesque lakes mentioned before, called Lake Porte; indeed they are so fond of this word, that it is likely they will restrict their potations to Old Port-and the mayor of the 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 seen before--met three little girls gathering hazelnuts--asked their names--one had the same name with

Stage 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. Vandalia-an uninteresting place-in a rough countrypaltry hotel-assembly meets in an ordinary brick building.

INDIANS.

WOLVES.

To go back a short distance-between St. Joseph's and Michigan city, I think it was-the stage stopped two hours for dinner in the midst of an extensive and fertile prairie. There I saw three young Indians, PotThe prairie wolf is by some supposed to be the same towatomies-two boys and a girl, bartering cranberries for meal, bacon and soap. The girl was beautiful, with as the jackall of Asia. It is so small, as not to be danthe 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 plaited-a 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 gesture was easy, natural and graceful; indeed their whole appearance was such as becomes the children of nature's savage nobility. The landlord informed us, that they traded with singular dexterity, being accus tomed to it from their earliest years.

AN INVENTORY.

amuse themselves hunting these animals.

The prairie hen is commonly found in the northern and middle regions of Indiana and Illinois. Its shape is more like a duck than a hen. It must be a fine fowl for sportsmen, as it never flies far at a time. In winter, I was told, they are very abundant, particularly about stacks. As an article of food, they do not rank, I believe, above mediocrity.

SUNDRIES.

From Vandalia, I went to Salem-crossed the Large Wabash river and the Small, to Vincennes, an old

For want of other employment, while waiting for dinner at this log-house in the prairie, I took an inventory of all and singular, the goods and chattels of one room-the which I found to be as follows, to wit: Beds, split-bottom chairs, tin lamps, plaid cloak, pow-town settled by the French. The castle of Vincennes der horn, shot bag, cloak, rifle hung on wooden hooks, great-coat, hat, bundle in a handkerchief, slates, flowered paper pasted on logs-as also geography on entirely a new plan, ink-vials, statistics, "For sale &c." tacked up-poker, tongs, shovel, newspapers pasted up, bushes, onions, garden seeds, candlestick, glazed flower pot, jug, pitcher, tin canisters, tea-pot, pickle-jar, coffee-mill, saw, umbrella, coats, grass, whip, tumblers.

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HOTCH-POT.

The Indians throw the accent on the last syllable of Chicago. Here there is a little stockade fort, and they are building a mole in the lake to form a harbor. The place is only three years old; 1500 inhabitants-fast increasing. Saw a prairie on fire. Ottawa in midst of a fine picturesque country; two pretty sisters, in pantalettes, waited on table.

has been celebrated in modern times as the scene of the trial and execution of the Duke d'Enghien. The name is also illustrated by being affixed to an United States sloop of war. Of the town itself I recollect nothing remarkable, except that I had my hair cut there.

From this town we journeyed towards Louisville, Kentucky; and how agreeable the journey, may be gathered from the following syllabus, to wit: Going day and night-bad stage-worse driver-horses worst of all-hills--rain-corduroy roads-stage crowded-cholera--pole cats. One of our passengers was a great character among the Shakers of Lebanon, Ohio. I inferred from what I saw of him in travelling from Vincennes to Louisville, Kentucky, that the substratum of his Shakerism was extremely thin. I saw the other day in the papers, that he had run off with $100,000, and a fair Shaker.

Louisville is a fine flourishing place. Frankfort on the Kentucky river, is built down in a hollow. The capitol is a handsome edifice.

NAMES.

An old Quaker from Pennsylvania, at whose house we stopped for breakfast, told me that there was land on his farm, the soil of which was ten feet deep. In 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 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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