Another is very particular in arranging himself to rest, with all the minute particularity to the little observances of the toilet in which he is so fond of indulging at home, he places his watch and pocket-book under his pillow, folds away his coat smoothly, and puts his boots orderly under his "cot" in such wise as to keep them out of the reach of that shilling loving caitiff, John, who brings them all shining in the morning, and looks glowering if he gets not his awmous. One lies on his pillow as Nero reclined on his, laughing at the woes of the good citizens around him, who, as he grows merry and boisterous in his enjoyment of the varied scene before him, toss about as if on the rack to get one wink of sleep under his merciless inflictions: while another sneaks off quietly to bed, and from mere habit drops to sleep in despite of all the noise and bustle that surround him. The lucky berth-holders retire with a kind of dignified reserve to their respective places of comparative ease,-the aristocrats of the steamer, while the deck passengers lie about on the luggage and freight, covered with old plaid cloaks, with carpet bags for pillows. Thus the Steamboat is but a map of busy life-and furnishes to the contemplative mind a lesson not unworthy of its study. Steamboat Trenton, July 9. The warm weather is beginning to thaw people out from their winter quarters, and to set them in motion towards the North, South, East and West, for recreation and health. The steamboats, railroads, and public houses literally swarm with travellers, and all seem determined to make up for the lost time which the cruel cold weather has caused to hang so heavily on their hands. Arriving at New York this morning, and finding the city empty and hot, and the hotels full and incommodious, I concluded to hasten onward, and accordingly took the steamer Swan, at seven o'clock, reached Amboy in the usual time, and proceeded at the leisurely pace of fifteen miles an hour upon the railroad, as far as Bordentown, where we again take steamboat. Pray tell me if the hot weather is any excuse for such tardiness in locomotive engines? Here was 1 flying over those Providence rails at the rate of five and twenty miles, but yesterday-voila! the difference! And now I am in the bragging vein, let me remark that the railroads from Boston, are incomparably superior to these Jersey ones. There is more care in the construction, the cars are far more commodious, and the whole is quite another affair, in every respect. I suppose there is no more perfect railroad in the country than that from Boston to Lowell, if indeed there be in the world. The general appearance of that part of New Jersey through which we journeyed this morning is by no means indicative of much susceptibility of cultivation. The soil is red and clayey,-and for the most part barren, on the track we traversed to-day. There are interspersed here and there, spots of something more promising in the way of farming and gardening,—but they are rare. The place of Joseph Bonaparte is the most elegant of any on this part of the route-but it struck me that it appeared to less advantage, and in worse condition than formerly. There evidently wants the careful, tasteful and interested supervision of the Proprietor. Near this, we were much gratified and refreshed by the reception of an abundance of ripe cherries and other fruit from the children that surround the cars at every stopping place, and earn their fips by these grateful dispensations. Fruit of all kinds is abundant and good here, and we are promised a profusion of it in Philadelphia. The Delaware upon which I am now sailing, looks lovely, in this clear summer afternoon. The beautiful farm houses, country seats, and villages with which it is studded on each side, form a succession of picturesque landscapes, unrivalled by any which were presented during yesterday's sail. At the pretty village of Bristol, we took in and landed passengers, and among several taken up at Burlington, a short distance lower down, were several good humored, jolly Dutchmen, and their brisk buxom frouws, going to carry the produce of their gardens to Philadelphia. The former spoke not, but smoked their pipes in silent quietude, while the good women arranged their tidy baskets upon the deck, and sat down to watch them, and see the fashions. But the city of Brotherly Love is in sight, and I must break off. Philadelphia, July 10. After being bandied about from pillar to post, from the United States to Head's, from Head's to the Tremont (for they have a "Tremont House" here too) and from thence to the Congress Hall, I at length obtained a room sufficiently large to hold my bed and myself, and learned to be thankful for even so much. The travelling mania has really begun to rage with a violence proportioned to its restraint hitherto. The city is filled with strangers, while its own citizens are fast deserting it. I cannot like Philadelphia. I have given it a fair trial, and many fair trials,-but I do not cotton to" its stiffness, its preciseness, its coldness, its cold water washings, its white wooden window shutters, its everlasting red brick walls, unrelieved by anything light or lively in the shape of Venitian blinds, verandahs, porticoes, porches, or piazzas. It looks very well on a printed plan, but it is a very odd city in reality. And then its narrow paved streets, innocent of McAdamization and gas light,* its thousands of watch boxes for people to break their heads against at every corner, and its toleration of that disgusting nuisance,―cigar-smoking, by men calling themselves gentlemen, in its streets at evening,-combine to render it far from delightful to me. It is true, there are the United States Bank, the Mint, the Fair Mount Water Works, and the new Exchange, to relieve all this sameness and monotony: but I am constrained to confess that I consider the constant self-gratulation and boasting of the Philadelphians upon the score of these attractions as almost destructive of the pleasure to be derived from an examination of them. I hope I am not too censorious. The melancholy news of Judge Marshall's demise met me as I came from the steamboat yesterday. It is certainly a great event in our history. The loss of John Marshall is a public incident, and viewed aright is full of public interest. As the historian of Washington, he is the historian of America,-as the presiding justice of the highest court in the United States during a long and most interesting period of its history, This was in 1935, be it remembered. * Baltimore, July 11. he is to be considered as the father as well as the ad-, they are endeavoring now, night and day, to pump dry. ministrator of its jurisprudence. *Uncle Sam is employing a multitude of honest Irishmen to perform this labor, equal in difficulty to that of After a very fine passage from Philadelphia in the the Danaides. Last night there was nothing heard all noble steamers Robert Morris and George Washing-over this part of the city, but pump, pump—pump, ton, and by the locomotive Virginia, during which I pump-pump, pump-incessantly from sunset to cockmay truly say I enjoyed the very first pure breath of crowing; occasionally relieved by the chanting of some real summer that has been vouchsafed to me as yet of those sweet Irish ballads, which, sung in chorus at during this backward season; after a delightful sail Donnybrook Fair, or at the Cove of Cork, would upon the beautiful Delaware, a ride through a country doubtless have been received with unbounded applause, looking more like a garden than any thing that has as and encored into the bargain. But they were not so yet greeted my eyes since I left New England,—and a welcome to the tired traveller, whose windows being charming trip down the Elk, and over Chesapeake Bay; open on account of the heat, drank in the dulcet sounds I arrived at "the City of Monuments" at noon this day. with very much the same effect upon the feelings of the My quarters are at Page's, and I hope those of my would-be slumberer within, as would have been proreaders, who intend to travel, will not forget a name, duced by a concert of cats, or the ululations of a conthe remembrance of which will secure to them the best vocation of owls. As I write, the pumps are still audiof accommodations when they visit Baltimore-the most ble, and give promise of a repetition of my night's degratifying attentions and every comfort which can lights. possibly be desired by the traveller. The city is hot, as other cities have been on my route—but not so full of strangers, at present. Many of the citizens who can afford to enjoy their "otium cum dignitate,” are seeking the cooling breezes on the Eastern Shore, or have preceded your correspondent to the Hot Sulphur, or the White, Red, Yellow, Blue, and Salt Sulphur Springs of Virginia. They complain very much here of the backwardness of the season, of the failure of the crops, the badness of the grain, and the necessity of coal fires (sometimes) at night. So you see you "down-easters" have nothing to complain of in the way of partiality against "our good mother nature." July 12. The business of Baltimore strikes me as on the increase. There are tokens of improvement visible in every part of the city. Real estate, if certain operations which have casually come to my knowledge are to be relied upon as tests, is improving every day. Many new structures are in the progress of erection, and there is a decided air of business enterprise pervading the city. They laugh at the late Canton excitement in the northern cities, and describe it as mere mid-summer madness. There is no very lively expectation here, that Baltimore is very soon to be eclipsed by the great city of Canton!* July 13. It is very amusing to sit at a large public tableThe first thing that particularly struck me upon unknown and unknowing,-and to watch the progress walking through the streets of this city, was the fre- of events during that great festive occasion,—a dinner quency with which I met ruins of buildings by fire. at an ordinary. The gourmanderie, the epicurianism, Here lie strewed the displaced stones of one edifice the Apician smacking of the lips over a new and rare that lately towered aloft in all the beauty of perfect tit-bit, are to me far less striking and full of moral than architectural proportion; there smoulder the scarcely the gusto displayed upon these occasions by the critics exhausted cinders of a more recent conflagration. Many in wines. I was much moved to these reflections by the of these wrecks are fast disappearing, and giving place to new and modern structures-but still enough remain to bear melancholy witness to the ravages of the ruthless incendiaries. While I was thus musing, at nightfall, over the ruins of former beauty and elegance, the ery of fire was raised, and soon the engines and the hose carriages, boys, men, and horses, were rattling and tramping along the streets, over which the moon was just rising. The scene, though startling, appeared to be looked upon, by all but the firemen, as an affair of every day occurrence, and of hardly sufficient importance to deserve more than a passing glance-while the firemen did not dash along with their engines with all that impetuousness and enthusiastic defiance of fatigue and danger, which are generally noticeable in such cases. This no doubt arose from the actual com monness of these alarms in Baltimore of late: a melancholy thought, but I am inclined to think it is the only true solution of the rare apathy which seemed to pervade the whole of this devoted city upon the occasion referred to. I believe the fire was gotten under without difficulty. They are digging a cellar, over which to lay the foundation of a new Custom House here-and have opened a constantly flowing spring of water, which course of incidents at Page's ordinary to-day. Mr. P. * Canton is still in statu quo. 1938. portion of the interior of the mansion. There is a great deal of taste displayed here in equipage,—there being but few coaches in the streets, with the usual retinue of liveried coachmen and footmen,-a thing supremely ridiculous in our country,—but many tasteful and elegant construction,-as often driven by the owner, as by a servant. The manners of the mass of the Baltimore population are in the highest degree civil and respectful to strangers,—I do not mean upon acquaintance, merely-that of course: but such manners seem to pervade the whole city,-the people being uniformly obliging, orderly, attentive and quiet. There is much elegance of style observable in the private establishments of the citizens of Baltimore,—more, I should think, as a general remark, than in other cities--and their hospitality is a very fine claret for a low-priced, inferior article, which | which are kept as clean and polished as if they were a he was drinking. His own was pronounced far superior so long as it was thought to be the more expensive wine. But when the fact came out that the substituted article was worth eight or ten times as much money as the other at the vintner's, the critic was fain to shelter himself behind the plea of having lost his taste by rea-barouches, phaetons, curricles and gigs, of beautiful son of a very bad cold! "Of all the cants in this canting world, the cant of criticism," says the satirist, "is the worst," and of all criticism, methinks, the criticism of gourmanderie is the most absurd. There is a gentleman at this table who seems to be a general puffer of every dish that comes upon it, from the soup to the desert. He must be a proprietor, or part owner, or perhaps he gets his dinners gratis, for this sort of duty, which he so faithfully discharges every day. Splendid soup, charming chickens, delightful ducks, delicious hams, fine puddings, rich pastry, nice straw-boundless. berries, uncommon sweet butter, prime cheese, and unrivalled wines! are epithets constantly issuing from his Here we are, on board the good steamer "Kentucky," mouth-as if no one else at the table could discern its passing Fort Monroe at a fine rate, and distancing the luxuries but himself. How inferior is this kind of am- "Columbus," in which we came very pleasantly from bition in a full-grown man—to keep a bill of fare at his Baltimore yesterday: She has just put us on board fingers' ends,—a vintner's invoice registered in his me- this boat, and is herself going to Norfolk, while we mory, and the tang of wines on the tip of his tongue! pursue our way to Richmond. The "Kentucky" is a To be proud of knowing and calling all the tavern-ser-swift boat, and belongs to the established line between vants by name,--to criticise cooking, and "chronicle Baltimore and Richmond; but there is a competitor, small beer." dignified with the appellation of "Thomas Jefferson," Off the Rip Raps, July 14. tion company, that is now nearly abreast of our boat and gaining rapidly upon us. Of course we are passing Old Point Comfort in great style; three steamboats of the first class being within hailing distance of each other. I have been to see the lions of Baltimore this after-which has just been put upon this route by an opposinoon. The Washington monument stands on the summit of a hill at the upper part of the city, a tall white column of marble, surmounted by a statue of the venerable sage to whose memory it is erected. I did not ascend to its summit, for I am going to, not returning from the Springs. The monument commemorating the names and bravery of the officers and men who fell at the battle of North Point, and the bombardment of Fort McHenry, in 1814, is certainly a beautiful structure. It is by Capellano, and was erected in 1820. Its situation is central, and its execution tasteful, appropriate and elegant. I walked all around it,-studied its relievos,―read the names of the fallen soldiers,-admired the fierceness of the griffins, without clearly comprehending what they had to do there, and came away with the reflection that Baltimore had indeed done more to perpetuate the memory of our two wars than any other city in the Union. I next went to view the far-famed Catholic Cathedral. I had always imagined it to be a most splendid building externally as well as internally: but I was disappointed. Its exterior has too much filagree and composition work about it. Indeed, that is a fault with most of the public buildings of Baltimore. I was unsuccessful in my attempt to view the interior of this church, being told that it was the hour of "confession," and that that service was then performing within. The private houses of Baltimore are neat, commodious, well built, and many of them expensive: but there is not one splendid dwelling in the city, that I have yet seen: I mean of the stamp of the Beacon street houses, in Boston, and those in Lafayette and Waverly places in New York. They are built of handsome brick, sometimes with, but oftener without blinds or shutters of any kind on the outside, and many of them with the purest white marble door steps and posts, This is the day appointed by the President of the United States, at the request of the officer in command, for a grand review of the troops and inspection of the garrison at this point. It is now about 8 o'clock, A. M. and the parade, I learn, is to begin at 10. Of course we shall see nothing of the show. There is to be target firing from the fort. It is by no means to be wondered at that the old gentleman prefers Old Point Comfort as his summer residence; for a more beautiful locality does not exist, I verily believe, in our country. We were all yesterday afternoon sailing over Chesapeake Bay, and saw little to interest or amuse us, though the night on the waters was quiet, serene and mild. But we were richly repaid for the monotony of the scenes through which we passed yesterday by the glorious view that burst upon us as we looked from the upper deck of our boat, this morning. The sun was shining brightly,--the waves were brilliantly illustrated by his beams, and danced gaily under their sparkling influence. The porpoises were gambolling in the clear light, and, fearless of our approach, seemed to greet us amid their frolic play, as they surrounded our prow in shoals. Two gallant boats, both well stored with passengers, are gradually nearing us,-and now we are all three abreast. Passengers going to Norfolk are transferred, the utmost regularity being observed,--the boats are again sundered, and each goes on its several way at full speed. We pass between two garrisoned points: that on our left is an artificial island of sunken stone, upon which there is, in the progress of erection, a strong fortification defending this important approach to Nor * * * * THE GOVERNESS. BY THE AUTHORESS OF THE "CURSE." "Ah little will the lip reveal Of all the burning heart can feel." Byron. L. E. L. Extract of a letter from Mrs. Mathews to Mrs. Somers. 6 "You would oblige me very much, my dear Louisa, if you would procure a teacher for my children. I should prefer a lady, on account of my loneliness since the death of my husband. I should wish her to be very accomplished, of course; to be a perfect musician, and a good French scholar; also a graceful dancer, for in this out of the way place, it is impossible to procure a teacher of that delightful art. The minor branches, such as grammar, philosophy, &c. of course, she must be qualified to teach. She must be perfectly good tempered, and always ready to read to me, and bear me company when not engaged with the children; they, poor little dears, have been used to so much indulgence, that a cross governess would never suit them. If you can find such a person as I have described, pray engage her to come to me. The terms I leave to yourself, though as there will be only three scholars, I should not think they ought to be very extravagant." folk and Richmond, in conjunction with that point on our right, on which stands fort Monroe, and over whose batteries floats the proud ensign of our country. These two forts secure the impregnability (by the seaward enemy at least,) of those cities. James River, 12 o'clock, M. We are now beginning to see the beauties of opposition lines in travelling. The "Thomas Jefferson,” having dropped behind to leave some passengers at one of the thousand little landing places that are continually occurring from the Roads up James River, has given us an opportunity of coming up with her, and Captain Chapman of the "Kentucky" is fast raising his steam and our fears, as the strife of speed waxes warmer. The "Thomas Jefferson" shows fair play, and although she knows that we can keep ahead, yet she sees that it is by but small odds, and her backers have bragged that she can beat the "Kentucky" ten miles in the trip. Of course she is nettled at our holding her a pretty equal pull; and as she nears us, our helmsman keeps steadily in the mid-channel. The enemy turns,--her Captain is crazy,—she is crossing our bows! Every foot on our decks is set; every breath drawn; every voice hushed, in apprehension of certain concussion. The stern of our opponent clears our bows by a single inch-but only by the noble and praiseworthy forbearance of our Captain, who, rather than endanger the lives of those on board the "Jefferson," stopped both his engines, as the foolish infatuation of the opposing Commander seemed securing for him and his passengers a dreadful fate. Thus she clears the "Kentucky," and runs stern-foremost towards our left, and drops far behind. She must have touched the bottom, as she has lost way considerably, and is vainly endeavoring to get up with us once more. Whatever may be the comparative speed of the two boats-of this truth the proprietors of the line running the "Thomas Jefferson" should hereafter enjoy the full benefit-that there is less danger to life and limb incurred by passengers in the old line. James River presents the traveller with but very few objects of interest. Its waters are turbid and reddish, and run in a broad full stream between shores of beech and birch, with here and there a pleasant plantation interspersed. There is no such thing here as a division of that part of the State lying in the interior country, into the innumerable small villages and towns into Possessing great independence of character, and an which the northern States are subdivided. Jamestown, education which she knew would enable her to gain her somewhat noted in the old history of this country, is own subsistence, Miss Beverly had resolved to leave the now but a landing place for passengers to Williamsburg. friend by whom she had been received, so soon as she A hut or two, and the ruins of a brick church, the first could obtain a situation which suited her views. When ever built in Virginia, alone designate the locale. This she mentioned her determination to her kind protectruin is really quite picturesque: trees have grown up to ress, it was opposed with ardor, but finding Constance a great height on the site of the aisles; and a small rem-resolute, Mrs. Somers was compelled to yield an unnant of the tower overgrown with ivy, alone marks the worshipping place of the earliest settlers of Virginia. We arrived at Richmond at sunset, and took lodgings at the Eagle. HERETICAL BEASTS. In the "Erotemata de malis ac bonis libris," of Father Raynaud is an 'Alphabetical Catalogue of the names of Beasts by which the Fathers characterized the heretics.' Mrs. Somers read aloud the above extract from a letter she held in her hand, to a young fair girl, dressed in deep mourning, who was seated beside her. "Since you will leave me, my dear Constance," she continued, "I do not know of any situation that would suit you so well. I should prefer your living in a private family as governess, to being an assistant in a public seminary. I think you will like it much better." Thus spoke Mrs. Somers, to Constance Beverly, a young orphan, whose father had died a short time before, and left his only child dependant on the cold charities of the world. Until the death of Mr. Beverly, his daughter was considered an heiress; when his estate was wound up, she was penniless. In her distress, an old friend of her mother stepped forward and offered a home to the afflicted girl. willing consent. "Mrs. Mathews was one of my early acquaintances, for friend I can scarcely call her," continued Mrs. Somers. "Owing to a distant connexion, we were thrown much together in youth, and thus a sort of intimacy sprung up between us, though there was little congeniality in either our dispositions or pursuits. Caroline is not such a woman as will suit you, my dear, with your fine taste and cultivated manners; but that is a matter of little importance; you are to teach her children, not herself. I have the utmost confidence in her good feelings, or I would not intrust you to her. She is a woman who has managed to appear well in the world, without the advantages of education, or early intercourse with good society. A spoiled child, and a fortune, she married young, and returned to her native state as ignorant as when she left it to receive the advantage of a year's polishing in one of our eastern seminaries. I am told that her husband improved her very much, and of late years she rather affects the bas bleu. He died about a year since, and left her with three children-two daughters and a son; the last a little spoiled to be sure, as he is an only one, and the youngest child, but that can easily be got over; and you, with your winning ways, can soon gain his affections, and manage him through his feelings." "If he has feelings," said Constance. "Spoiled children are usually too selfish to have much feeling for any one but themselves. But you have not told me where Mrs. Mathews resides." "Ah true-I forgot-she is a native of Louisiana, and the interests of her children compel her to remain where their property is situated. She cannot bear to be separated from them, and therefore wishes for a private teacher who can devote herself to them." "But it is so far away from all I love," said Constance, sighing deeply. "Could I not be as well situated nearer home?" "I think not: and, besides, your health has suffered lately. I have observed that you have a bad cough, and I do not like the lassitude of your step. Remember, my love, that your mother died with consumption, and you should be careful of yourself. She was scarcely more than your age when she died." "True," said Constance, an expression of anguish passing over her features, which Mrs. Somers scarcely believed could have been caused by her allusion to her mother's fate; "true-and perhaps it had been better had her child have gone with her. Say no more, my dear madam, I will go to Louisiana, if Mrs. Mathews will accept my terms." There was a silence of some moments; and Mrs. Somers laid her hand impressively on that of her young companion, and spoke you owe to those who love you, and arouse yourself from the indulgence of feeling that may unfit you for all enjoyment." In about three months from the time of the above conversation, Miss Beverly was nearly at the end of her long journey. It was autumn, yet few of the evidences of the dying year were around her. An unclouded sun was pouring his last rays on the verdant foliage of the trees, whose giant arms overshadowed the road through which the carriage wound its way, and the bland air which came wooingly to her cheek, brought with it no chill to the frame of the young stranger. It was night when she arrived at the plantation of Mrs. Mathews, and she had little opportunity for making observations on the appearance of her new home. When the carriage drove up to the door, nearly a dozen black servants rushed from the house to see who the new comer was; and as Constance alighted from the vehicle, she heard one of them say to his mistress, who was standing on the gallery, "dat it was dat young lady comed, who was to gib young massa and young missusses dere larnin." Mrs. Mathews advanced to meet her, with outstretched arms, exclaiming, in an affected tone "I am delighted to welcome you to Allingham manor, Miss Beverly. Your society will lighten the tedium of many weary hours; and I am certain, that you will prove a congenial friend—such a friend as my forlorn heart has sighed for since it lost its dear partner. Such a man! my dear Miss Beverly. Ah! my too keen sensibility!" and the lady put her handkerchief to her face, as if much affected. During this nonsensical tirade, Mrs. Mathews conducted her astonished companion through a wide hall into a large and handsomely furnished parlor, where a fire dispelled the damps of evening. Determined on playing the sentimental, Mrs. Mathews threw herself on a sofa, and sighed deeply, while her sable handmaidens disencumbered Constance of her shawl and bonnet. Miss Beverly then turned to take a look at her hostess. She was a small, thin woman, with sharp features and a cadaverous complexion: there was nothing striking in her face except its extreme insipidity. She wore black for her husband, but her person was loaded with "Constance, I would not be impertinent; but, my dear child, confide in the friend of your mother. There is something painful weighing on your mind : I know it is not your situation-that you can struggle against-ornaments; even her large chalky forehead was made no, I see with pain, it is concealed anguish, which robs your cheek of its bloom, and darkens your spirit with a deeper sorrow than even the losses you have sustained should warrant." The pale cheek of Constance became scarlet, and she sank back on her seat, for some moments incapable of speaking. She at length commanded herself sufficiently to say "I will not conceal from you, dear Mrs. Somers, that you are not mistaken; yet, believe me, had the cause of my sorrow been such as sympathy could allevinte, I should long since have confided it to my best and dearest friend. Time will enable me to conquer the weakness in which I have indulged. Say no more on the subject-I cannot bear it just now. Pray let us talk of my intended journey." to look yet more chalky by having a black band passed across it, and fastened in front by a clasp of jet. She had read of marble brows, and imagined her own one of that class. It was easy to perceive that a desire to shine was her ruling passion, unfortunately combined with no ideas either natural or acquired, except such as had been gained from reading novels. Constance sighed at the prospect of such a companion, but Mrs. Mathews did not long allow her to indulge in reflections. "My dear Miss Beverly, I have sinned against friendship in not before inquiring of my charming and tenderly beloved Louisa-Mrs. Somers I mean. My eldest daughter is called for her. A charming child, I assure you-such eyes too! exactly like her poor, dear father. (Here the handkerchief was applied.) But about Louisa, she was my cheeramy, as the French say; we were very Mrs. Somers kissed her affectionately, as she mur-intimate-like "two cherries on one stalk," as my famured, vorite poet Gray says. A charming poet-don't you "Be it so, my Constance; yet, 1emember the duties think so?" She stopped to take breath, and Constance |